Ok, so here it is. The newest chapter. And some Bamon! (Not that much, I'll admit, and it's in flashes, but the best is yet to come). The climax of the story is coming, but first what you've all been waiting for (or at least some of you have): Damon's side of things! I know I'm not exactly writing in first person, I couldn't in this fic, but during most of this fic Bonnie has been the focus, in the next two chapters (after this one) the focus will be on Damon! You'll finally get to know what he thinks and does regarding the craziness that's going on.

I really, really hope that's enough motivation for you to review.

So many thanks to all of those who are reading this fic, and twice as much to those who write reviews, either just telling me to keep going, or sharing with me theories of what you believe is going to happen next (some are quite interesting, and things I hadn't considered before).

Now, I've been wondering if anyone would be interested in me sharing a playlist for this fic with you, and, if that's the case, if you would want me to upload, somewhere, a file with all the songs or just enlist them? I actually do have a playlist for this fic, and I like it, it inspires me (and there are more songs in it than just the fic's theme). So, that's that for now.

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Chapter 7. Vision of Doom

***Dream***

He was sitting in the usual bench in the park, waiting for her while she separated from a bunch of girls from her class. It took her a few minutes, and even as she walked in his direction they could both hear them giggling.

"So, you're now the popular girl, huh?" He commented with an eyebrow raised.

Surprisingly enough she didn't give him an answer, this made him furrow his brow even more. She was so energetic that by then she would usually already be speaking a-thousand-words a minute about everything she had planned for the afternoon, or rant about a teacher that was being unfair, or whatever else may be on her mind.

This time, however, she was silent, eerily silent.

"Little…" He began.

She suddenly interrupted him, in quite an unorthodox way…by kissing him in the mouth.

He was left flabbergasted for half a' second, before he suddenly got on his feet.

"What's that supposed to be?" He asked her with an almost cold stare.

"Well…" She began, almost unsure. "The girls know we always hand around, and they asked me if I had ever kissed you; when I said no they dared me to do it and…"

"And…you thought…what? That it would be fun?!" He practically spat at her. "You kissed me because of a dare? That's great…just great. I thought you better than this…"

And with that, he turned and began to walk away.

Why was he making such a big deal out of this? She didn't know, however, she did know she had messed up, and badly.

Bonnie was lucky they were in such a public place that he couldn't just dash away at inhuman speeds or change into a crow and fly away; it took her a little while but she caught up to him.

He was about to tell her something else, as he saw her suddenly stand in his way, but before he could she was standing on her toes, hands holding onto his shoulders, her lips connected to his. This was a different kiss from the first one, it was more sure, held more pressure, had a fiery quality to it, it was almost defiant…just like her.

"Now what?" He asked her, still in the same tone as before.

"That one was all me." She answered simply, a light smirk on her slightly reddened lips.

"That wasn't a kiss." He retorted. "Not a real one anyway."

"Then why don't you teach me how a real kiss is?" She challenged him.

"Gladly."

And just like that, they were kissing again.

***End of Dream***

Bonnie woke up abruptly, a hand reaching for her lips almost automatically. She felt as if she had just been thoroughly kissed, a kiss that was tender yet full of passion at the same time, that carried a fire that didn't burn her but filled her whole body with warmth.

"Why?" She asked out-loud in a pained voice. "Why are you doing this to me? Why keep showing me that? Why make me wish for something that'll never be?"

And it was that since that evening three days prior she kept having dreams like the previous one, all of the alluding to a romantic relationship between her and her Dark Angel…and she just couldn't deal with it. Not because she didn't love him, the Spirits knew she did, deeply, but because she knew it was just impossible.

It wasn't even six o'clock in the morning and yet the young witch knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so she began getting ready for school anyway.

Being nearly the middle of December it was still dark that early in the morning, so when she came out of her shower she made a motion to turn on the lights, without actually touching the switch since she was very wet still, she ended up frying it. She knew she had overcharged, so instead she turned in the direction where she knew a few candles were, and called on fire, the flame that suddenly appeared was so hot it melted half the candle in a second.

"Oh Spirits…" She gasped.

She understood it then, as she remembered that night's flash, she was losing control, fast; and for her that carried a death sentence.

In a mix of worry and resignation Bonnie headed to the kitchen for some breakfast and turned on the TV to watch the news, what she saw in the screen nearly made her spit her coffee.

'Savage Murders by the Old Forest.' Dark red letters read in the bottom of the screen.

Bonnie didn't get to hear or see much of it, she suddenly didn't need to:

***Vision***

Four teenagers, three guys and a gal, sitting underneath some trees, in the dark forest, they were smoking and drinking and talking incoherently when suddenly a new figure arrived, they invited her to share what they had and she came closer. They never seemed to realize how dark her eyes looked, or the red veins that had suddenly appeared around them.

The vampire had already killed two before any of the teenagers could notice what was going on, the other two were dead too soon enough. However, she didn't drain any of them, instead she began dragging them, deeper into the forest, until they could no longer be seen.

***End of Vision***

Bonnie was still feeling sick when she came back to reality. It had been awful, seeing what was happening to those teens, while being unable to do anything about it. Still, the young witch managed to stay focused enough to realize she recognized the vampire that had killed the teens, it was the one who had escaped a few nights prior, when Damon had saved her.

"She killed the teens…but didn't drink their blood, why?" Bonnie asked herself.

And suddenly she knew, without the need of any visions, that that vampire was feeding the others, giving them back their strength so they could get out…and when they did…

"Hell…" Bonnie gasped, a look of absolute horror in her face.

.---.

It took all of Bonnie's will to keep her face devoid of any expression as she entered Mystic Falls High and rushed to the classroom, she'd called Elena on her cell earlier and convinced her on getting a hold of Stefan so the three would meet there before their classmates arrived.

Inside, Elena and Stefan had arrived already, he was sitting on his usual place, with her on top of his own desk, Bonnie dropped her bag in her own place, but instead of sitting began pacing.

"I'm assuming you already know what happened…" She began.

"We watched the news." Stefan nodded.

"I watched more than that." Bonnie said soberly. "I had a vision, right as the news were being shown on tv, I saw what happened, as if I had been right there."

"So you know who attacked the teenagers." Stefan deduced. "Was it Damon?"

"What?" Bonnie hadn't been expecting that. "No!"

It was until a second later that she realized that, just because she'd come to accept that there was much more to Damon that what he had shown in the past few months, it didn't mean anyone else knew; no one would understand it if she were to defend him.

"It wasn't Damon." Bonnie continued before she could be questioned. "But I did recognize the vampire; she attacked me a few nights ago, along with another vampire, in the park."

"A female vampire…" Stefan repeated, contemplating the possibilities.

"You were attacked?!" Elena cried out, panicked.

"Yes, I'm alright, don't worry." Bonnie really didn't want to talk about that. "The bottom line is, the vampire wasn't hunting for herself."

"Then?" Stefan suddenly didn't understand.

"Oh my?" Surprisingly, Elena was the first to connect the dots. "The tomb…"

"Yes, that's my best guess." Bonnie nodded. "I actually didn't see that far in the vision. I just saw that she didn't drain either of the four, but instead began dragging the bodies deep into the woods, in the direction I guess the tomb is located."

"She's going to awaken the vampires who're still in the tomb, feed them enough for them to be able to move again…" Stefan was as horrified as Bonnie had been earlier.

"But…but if that happens…they'll destroy Mystic Falls!" Elena was in full-blown panic now.

"That's why we have to stop them before they can get out." Bonnie finally dropped the bomb. "We have to go back there, I need to fully destroy that place."

"Why not just seal them like Emily did?" Elena questioned.

"That's a very particular spell, not easily replicated." Bonnie explained. "Besides, if we leave them there we risk the possibility of them finding a way to escape sometime in the future. No, it's gotta end now, we gotta end it."

"It won't be easy." Stefan pointed out forlornly. "There are at least two dozen vampires still in that tomb; and if our guesses are right, a few will be awake soon. A spell strong enough to vanquish so many of them would take a lot out of you…maybe too much."

"You let me worry about that…" Bonnie began.

"No, Bonnie." Stefan shook his head. "You and your grandmother have risked enough already in this. We Salvatores caused this mess, we'll find the way to solve it."

With that Stefan ended the discussion and spent the remaining time before class convincing his girlfriend everything would be alright; neither noticed the expression on Bonnie's face.

'But this isn't just your mess, Stefan…' Bonnie retorted in her head. 'Because it was Grams and I who cast the spell that allowed those vamps to get out in the first place. Besides, Mystic Falls is our home; and in Grams absence I shall be the one to protect it…whatever it takes.'

As she said that, her Grams' voice came to her mind:

'If your power keeps growing at this rate…Every time you do magic it could turn against you, and against anything or anyone around you…'

"Whatever it takes…" She repeated aloud with resolution.

.---.

Friday morning Bonnie arrived to school late; she hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, she'd been working on a spell that might help fully destroy that tomb, preferably one which's backlash wouldn't end up also destroying the rest of the town.

So lost the young witch was that she didn't fully understand when Prof. Saltzman told them after fourth period that they were free to go.

"Please," Caroline hurried to her side. "Please, don't tell you've forgotten the Winter Dance?"

The Winter Dance…yes, she had forgotten it.

"But you already have the dress!" Caroline insisted. "I remember, I was there when you found that picture in the magazine, you said Grams would help you…" suddenly she understood. "I'm sorry Bon…"

"Wow Caro, you're getting really good at this sensing thing." Bonnie pointed out.

"I really am sorry." Caroline insisted. "So, you don't have a dress then?"

"I actually don't know." Bonnie declared, honestly. "I've been kind 'a preoccupied lately, as you probably understand, I haven't exactly thought about it."

"But if you do have a dress you'll come, won't you?" Caroline asked. "Please, it's tradition. You, me and Elena there as the most beautiful girls in the school."

"Yeah, yeah, and who am I supposed to go with?" Bonnie questioned. "I mean, you and Elena have boyfriends, I have no one."

"You can go solo." Caroline declared simply. "I'm sure Matt wouldn't mind dancing with you if you really want, Stefan the same."

"This isn't about dancing Caro." Bonnie tried to reassure her friend. "It's just…I'm not sure if this is the right time for me to be doing something like this."

"That this isn't the right time…" Caro began, and then shook her head. "We're talking about having fun, Bon. If now's not the time to have fun, then when? And please don't tell me that when things go back to normal…"

"No, I have the feeling that won't be happening any time soon." Bonnie admitted.

"See?" Caroline insisted. "You need to have fun now Bon, who knows what craziness may happen in the future. I mean, this could very well be our last dance!"

A Last Dance…

"Ok." Bonnie acquiesced and made a move to leave.

"No, no ok." Caro shook her head as she moved to stand in Bonnie's way. "I'm not letting you go until you promise you'll be there tonight."

"Caro…" Bonnie pouted, but after a couple of seconds finally nodded. "Ok, I promise you. I'll be there tonight, and I'll try and have fun."

"Perfect." Caro clapped with a smile. "Lets go then, we gotta get ready! We need to make sure the guys won't be able to get their eyes off us."

With a wide grin Caroline rushed out of the classroom, already planning everything she had to do to get ready; leaving Bonnie behind, with her morose thoughts.

'I might as well…' Bonnie thought as she made her way out too. 'One last dance…'

.---.

That same Monday morning Damon Salvatore found himself standing right at the back porch of one Tituba Sheila Bennett's home. He could hardly believe he was there, especially with what had happened the last time he'd come close to the witch in question; and yet after almost a full week in total denial he couldn't help but accept that something very odd was going on.

It had begun with the Little Witch calling him that ridiculous name: 'Dark Angel'…And why was he even calling her 'Little Witch' all of a sudden?

But no, if he was honest with himself, something that didn't happen very often, that hadn't really been the beginning, that had just been when he'd finally begun to accept that something was actually happening, that it wasn't just some crazy dreams conjured by a tired, depressed and delusional mind. Well, of course he wasn't delusional, but it's that what he'd seen, what he kept seeing was just so strange, so completely and utterly impossible…wasn't it?

There had been so many things, and only his eidetic memory allowed him to remember all of what he'd seen in such a little time. Most of the flashes revolved around one person: Bonnie Bennett, whom he for some reason had dubbed the Little Witch. They also revolved around the two of them being friends since she was a child and as far as her being fourteen or fifteen. Still, the first of them all probably held the most impact to him:

***Flash***

Damon was in Mystic Falls for a quick visit and took the opportunity one night to check on the Bennett witches, he did it every now and then, it was all part of the deal he'd made with Emily Bennett many years before. However, what he hadn't been expecting was for the Bennett matron to invite him into her home, or even when he himself began making small talk.

"How has everything been?" He asked her.

"Normal, mostly. Only two events really shook me." Looking into his eyes, the elder woman said, "I lost my husband of twenty-two years in a car accident at the beginning of this year, but the next week I was given a beautiful granddaughter."

Damon merely shrugged. "Congratulations, I guess."

Before Tituba could make a remark about that, she heard a familiar loud wailing coming from the back room. Damon looked to her and watched as she stood gracefully to her feet.

"Speak of the angel." She commented, a smile on her lips.

She motioned for Damon to follow her as she walked down the hallway towards the room where her granddaughter was.

Laying on the king-size bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows was a baby girl. When she reached her, Tituba picked her up and cradled her against her chest, whispering softly to her. Turning around, she saw Damon standing in the doorway, watching the pair uncomfortably.

"Will you hold her while I go warm up her bottle?" Tituba asked with a smirk.

"What?" Wide eyed, Damon surprised himself by realizing he didn't know what to do.

"She's just a baby, Damon. She can't hurt you." The witch reassured him.

He'd tried to threaten the witch with making the baby a snack; at which point he was reminded of his promise of protecting their line.

"Besides, once you look into her eyes, you won't be capable of hurting this little one." Tituba added with a warm smile.

Before Damon could reply, the woman placed his arms in the proper positions; then placed the little girl into his arms and walked around him and out of the room.

"Her name's Bonnie," she added as she walked by.

Damon stared down into baby Bonnie's face, expecting to see her screaming and crying for her grandmother to return. However, he was surprised to find the baby calm and simply staring back at him with her large hazel eyes; to everyone else they would have appeared like plain brown eyes, but being a vampire he could notice the minute details that marked a difference.

"Don't look at me like that," Damon snapped.

Baby Bonnie simply laughed.

With a growl, Damon started shaking a finger at her. "I could easily kill you, Little Witch."

Bonnie responded by grabbing his finger and sticking it in her mouth.

The century plus vampire stared in shock at the sight of his finger in the baby's mouth. How could such a young, frail creature surprise something that could easily kill her? It baffled him.

As if sensing his confusion, Bonnie smiled and released his finger from the confines of her mouth. Damon felt a foreign feeling fill his chest at the sight of her smile. It seemed to make her face come alive with a glow of happiness.

It was one of those rare, beautiful sights Damon got to witness.

And that was when it happened, for the first time in more than a hundred years, Damon Salvatore smiled…

***End of Flash***

He just couldn't understand, how could a child, a mere human girl, cause such reactions in him? And that wasn't the only time either: he'd saved her from a wild dog when she was three, gone with her trick or treating when she was five, saved her from being run over by a car shortly before she turned seven, and then from bullies when she was nine, he'd been there to support her when she lost her mother, and had danced with her at her school function. He'd been there for so many things in her life, until, somehow, she'd become an intimate part of his. The worst of all was maybe that, she was so much a part of him, that the mere thought of something happening to her affected him, it hurt him deep inside, in a way worse than even vervain. It hurt so much, he'd somehow become dependent on her, and he didn't like that, he was Damon Salvatore, he was supposed to be an arrogant, selfish, bastard; he wasn't supposed to be a friend, or a protector, or…a love. He wasn't supposed to care this much, but he did, and if he was totally honest…it scared him.

So, for the reason he was standing there in that moment, it was related to his last flash:

***Flash***

He'd always thought keeping journals was stupid, something humans did as a way to help their deficient memory. However, since the Little Witch had come into his life, his ideas had changed; so much had happened since the first day he'd seen her, he felt the need for there to be a record of it all, so he'd begun writing in a leather-bound book. He didn't write everything about his life, only what concerned Bonnie, which was actually quite a lot.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather keep these journals someplace else, Damon?" The Bennett matron asked as she entered the study where he was writing.

"Well, a hotel room isn't exactly the best place to keep books full of such delicate knowledge as the existence of vampires and witches happens to be." Damon explained.

"What about the Salvatore boarding house?" Tituba suggested.

"We both know Zach will never want me there." Damon retorted.

"He would if he actually knew you." Tituba insisted.

"Aren't you glad I trust you enough to keep my journals?" Damon inquired, sarcastically.

"I am, you know you can trust me, just like I know we can trust you." Tituba assured him. "I just wish you had more people you could trust."

"I already have two people too many." He replied in a brisk tone.

He could hear Tituba sigh, but she didn't reply, she just left the room.

In silence he closed the leather-bound book where he'd just finished writing about what had happened the previous days and then set it in the highest shelf, right next to almost half a dozen more identical books.

***End of Flash***

With a small burst of Power the door opened, and after hesitating just a fraction of a second he stepped inside. Until a few weeks before, until all those flashes had begun, he'd been so sure he would never be able to step into the Bennett home, that the old witch would never allow him in, and it turned out she'd trusted him that much a long time ago. He just didn't remember, why didn't he remember?

He'd no answer to that question, just like he had no answer to so many others like: Why had he begun remembering just then? Did Tituba know everything the past few months? Did the 'Little Witch' remember?

He could at least make a decent guess on the last one, after she had called him that name the day he'd saved her…again. And he'd gone and mocked her…he wondered how bad he'd made things by doing that.

All train of thought abruptly stopped as he reached the small study in the second floor; there, in the highest shelf he could see them, half a dozen leather-bound books…his journals.

And say you'll hold

A place for me

In your heart.