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A week later; Bonnie sat closely together down in the dungeon basement as she watched Damon sleep from across her. She glanced down at his chained hands that she had to chain up a couple hours ago due to unfortunate circumstances, before resting the back of her head against the door.

To say this has been the most difficult week of her life wouldn't be an over exaggeration. She's hardly gotten a wink of sleep, nor has she felt the urge to. She knew that Damon was an overly difficult person but he was even 10-times worse without his humanity. As she continued to gaze at him, she wondered if he would ever turn his humanity back on at this point. She had tried all kinds of persuasion, torture, but still nothing. Whenever she thought she was getting close, he would purposely do something horrible in order to try and push her away from him, but Bonnie was much stronger than that.

Minutes later, Damon slowly fluttered his eyes open. He groaned under his breath at the burning headache, but lifting his head up to look at Bonnie who sat far across from him. He was about to quickly get up but stopped as he noticed that his hands were chained up. "You chained me up while I was asleep?... you do realise that chaining me up won't turn my humanity back on, in-fact it only makes me wanna kill you more once I get outta here" he spoke up, before trying to forcefully force himself out of the chains.

Bonnie sighed quietly to herself, before getting up and walking closer to him. She then sat in-front of him, which took him back a little. She wasn't scared being that close to him even when he was a murderous no humanity monster. "I know, Damon" she sighed, staring up into his cold and distant blue eyes. "But I had to make sure that you won't try to kill me like before with what I'm about to do".

Damon furrowed his eyebrows as she brought out a small bottle of blood from her pocket. "You never miss a chance to remind me about how I tried to kill you. Remember when you tried to burn me alive two and a half years ago on Caroline's first night as a vampire? and that wasn't the first time... I guess we've both tried to kill each other, Bon-Bon" he said sarcastically, sending her a devilish smirk which caused her to quickly roll her eyes. He could see it in her eyes. She wanted nothing more than to come back to his humanity self. It wasn't perfect, in-fact it was far from it, and each second that he remained that way he could tell broke her.

"Just shut up and open up" Bonnie hissed, shifting closer to him. She opened up the small bottle of blood and poured into his mouth, before sitting back down.

"You know I'd say that the reason you're trying this hard to turn on my humanity back on is because you have a crush on me..." he arched his brow up and held an annoyingly smug and confident look on his face, almost as if he was so sure that what he said was true.

Bonnie gazed directly at him, before scoffing loudly and speaking up. "Elena is my best friend, Damon, so the chances of me ever having a crush on you are very slim. And even if she wasn't there's no way I'd ever be interested in you so give your big ego a rest" she fired back.

"Oh Bonnie... you're never gonna find your one true love with that attitude, don't you think?" said Damon, leaning his head back against the wall.

Bonnie pressed her lips together, before picking up the Vervain plant to the side and pressing it against his face, causing him to groan in pain. "I'm sorry you were saying?" she smirked, throwing the Vervain plant back on the ground as Damon scowled and glared at her with heated eyes.

"Have I told you how much I've always hated you today yet?" Damon breathed out, before glancing down at the leftover blood in the bottle.

"Whatever, Damon" Bonnie hissed. She pushed her hair back and slowly brought out a black bracelet from her pocket before holding it up for him to see. "This bracelet is one of the dark objects my Grams collected over the years, it was made and filled with a lot of magic by one of my ancestors in the 1700's. I found it at my Grams house this morning, I remember her telling me about it before she dies" she explained, glancing down at it. "Since I don't have my magic, when I put this on it allows me to get into your head, search for your most deepest of memories and take you back to them".

"Mhm that's great and all, but you are not getting anywhere near my head" he threatened, arching his brow sternly at her.

"I've tried everything to get you to turn your humanity back on this week and I have no choice. This bracelet will allow me to basically take us back to the memories where you show the most humanity and if that doesn't work then I don't know what will" she stated, before putting the bracelet on her wrist and taking a deep breath.

"I'm warning you Bonnie, get the hell away from me" Damon uttered in a low and cold tone.

Bonnie ignored him before pushing herself up to kneel in-front of him and. As she gently placed both her hands on either side of his head, Damon instantly felt a burning sensation generating, causing him to groan loudly. Bonnie closed her eyes shut and searched deep into his mind for a memory she could go back to. Seconds lately, a white light rapidly flashed through her eyes, and when she slowly opened them, she looked around, noticing that her and Damon were now stood in-front of a big house.

"We're in November 1st, 1846. This is the day your brother was born" she spoke up, continuing to look around at where Damon and Stefan had spent their childhood in. She had seen many pictures of what life in the 1800's looked like, but she never imagined it to look and feel so calm and quiet. The surroundings and atmosphere compared to the present time were all so different and she couldn't help but feel slightly amazed of it all.

"Get the hell out of my head, Bonnie now!" Damon snapped, raising his voice at her. He took a step closer to her, going to grab hold of a neck, only to go through her.

"We can't touch each other in here, the magic in the bracelet only lets us see things, not interact with each other or the people we see in it" she explained, looking up at him, before turning her head to see a little boy sitting on the front porch with his head hung low. He had dark black hair and was dressed in typical Victorian clothing. As she took a step closer, she quickly realised that the little boy was the younger version of Damon. Once he lifted his head up to gaze out into the field, she could spot the instant fear and vulnerability in his eyes, which was something she never saw in Damon even with his humanity on. She went to stand in-front of him to look closer at his face. "So this is what you looked like as a kid" she muttered quietly to herself as she watched him swing his legs back and fourth.

After taking a good look at young Damon, she finally turned her head back around to look at the older Damon. His arms were crossed as he gazed at his younger self. He shifted his eyes away seconds later, before landing his attention at Bonnie. "Is this your way of punishing me, huh? get out of my head and get me outta here, Bonnie!" he hissed, with lots of frustration and impatience in his voice.

"I'm not trying to punish you, Damon. I know you wanna turn it back on, I can see it in your eyes and if taking you back to the day Stefan was born would help do that then I had no other choice" she groaned, rolling her eyes away. "You're afraid of seeing your younger self and seeing where you grew up is that it?".

"See that's where you're wrong, I don't wanna turn it back on and I don't need your help, I've never wanted anything from you, Bonnie" he spat out, getting up in her face. He was about to speak up again but stopped as he noticed someone walking out the door and it was none other than his father; Giuseppe Salvatore. Seeing him again after so many years brought back so many horrible memories that he forced himself to forget once he turned into a vampire. As he watched Giuseppe sit beside his younger self on the porch, he began to instantly remember this exact conversation they had, and just like before, there was no way that he could run away from it.

"Your mother's giving birth, son" Giuseppe announced, as Bonnie and Damon stood and watched in-front of them. "To another boy, you're not a big brother, Damon, which means that you will have to grow up quickly and take care of him. You're seven years old. When I was your age I took care of my three younger sisters after my father abandoned us" he spoke in a strict and firm tone. Now Bonnie could see why Damon and Stefan both hated their father with a passion. Even at a young age, he instantly put pressure on him.

"Yes, Father..." Damon replied obediently, before lowering his head slightly. He was so different from when he was a child it was so surprising to see. Becoming a vampire really changed him in so many different aspects. It made him more confident and outspoken, which was something he clearly wasn't as a child.

"Come now, son, you must meet your little brother" Giuseppe uttered, getting up from the porch and heading back into the house as Damon quickly did the same.

As Bonnie slowly stepped on the porch to head inside the house, Damon found himself following behind her. It was almost as if her being in his head was controlling him in every way and he hated every bit of it. As they entered into the house, they spotted Damon and Stefan's mother laying down in a bed with a crying baby in her arms and Bonnie couldn't help but smile. She watched as she slowly handed him over to Damon; who quickly held out his arms, almost as if he was scared that he was going to drop him.

"There's your little brother..." Damon's mother muttered, grinning through tears as Damon held Stefan in his arms, staring down at him with a smile on his face. "Your Father's out back, so you can name him anything you want, Damon" she smiled, stretching her arms out to gently stroke his hair.

"But Father won't approve" he gulped, loudly with fear rapidly appearing in his eyes.

"Its alright, Damon... name him whatever you want" his mother spoke in a warm and soft tone.

Damon lowered his head back down to look at Stefan. He held him in his arms and stared at him for a brief while before speaking up. "Stefan..." he murmured quietly as a big smile appeared back on his face. "Hello brother... I promise that I'll be the best big brother, Stefan, I'll always protect you... forever" he spoke. Stefan stopped crying to look up at him. The two brothers locked eye-contact for a long while and it was truly a beautiful moment to see.

Bonnie grinned widely to herself as she watched younger Damon hand Stefan back to their mom. Seconds later, she lowered her head, but before she could turn her head back to gauge Damon's reaction, the same white light had rapidly flashed through her eyes and she then found herself out of Damon's head.

Seconds later, she quickly shot open her eyes, before turning to look around at the dungeon basement. She sighed to herself and breathed out, before flickering her eyes back down at Damon who held a nonchalant and cold expression on his face. "You named him... you gave your brother his name" she smiled, slowly removing her hands from his head. "I saw the look in your eyes, when you held him in your arms, it was the first time that you truly loved something so much". She shifted closer to him to cup his cheeks before speaking back up. "I know you wanna come back, Damon... I know you do".

Damon stared back into her eyes, with an expression that she hadn't quite seen before. She slowly ran her hands down his cheeks, before going to kneel in-front of him. They stared deeply into one another's eyes like they've never stared before and for a moment, it looked like Damon was fighting his way back in or wanting to fight his way back in. The look in his eyes was too real for him not to, but after a while all of her expectations were quickly crushed.

"Are you done?" Damon uttered with a bored and uninterested look in his face. "You gonna finally let me out of these chains or should I force my way out and teach you a lesson for going inside my head" he threatened once again, trying to escape from the chains.

Bonnie ran her hand across her forehead, whilst breathing out a deep sigh. She had hoped that seeing and holding his brother as a baby would instantly proven back but she couldn't have been more wrong. She took another deep breath and lifted her head up to face him before placing both her hands on his head. "That didn't work so it looks like I have to find another memory to take you back to" she said, shifting closer to him.

Before Damon could open his mouth to speak, Bonnie quickly closed her eyes back shut and searched deep into his mind, before taking him back to a more bittersweet memory in which she hoped would bring him back.

"June 30th, 1857... this was the day you had your first heartbreak, right?" Bonnie mumbled, quietly, opening her eyes up, only to get instantly almost blinded by the blistering hot and scorching sun. She lifted her hand up to cover her eyes up from the sun, before looking around to see several African American people picking cotton out in a field and she quickly realised that they were on a plantain farm. She frowned to herself as she watched them sweat, and she couldn't help but look away. Being African American herself, this was extremely hard to see. She had learnt about black history throughout school, but finally getting to see it with her own eyes was an in-explainable emotion.

Bonnie looked back out the cotton field and breathed out a deep sigh before turning around to look back at Damon. She was about to speak up but stopped as she heard a noise coming from a barn from afar. She scrunched up her face before going to head over to it and Damon of course had no choice but to follow along.

As they approached the barn, Bonnie peered inside to see an eighteen year old Damon making out with a girl and she couldn't help but awkwardly take a step back. As they pulled away to look at each other, Bonnie took a step closer to gauge the girl's face. She looked kinda like her, but she had a darker complexion. She was incredibly gorgeous no doubt it. She had large hair and her smile was big and bright. She wasn't the type of girl that Bonnie had ever expected Damon to go for, but as she saw how he looked at her, she could tell that he was in love.

"The master will be back soon and my mama would come looking for, Damon, you have to go now" the girl spoke, placing her hand on his chest and breathing out as Bonnie watched on awkwardly. She turned her head back to look at the current Damon who rolled his eyes away and crossed his arms, before turning her head back around.

"Come with me to Mystic Falls, Constance. Its just the next town away, I'll get you away from all this and take care of you forever" he pleaded, taking her hand and kissing it, whilst gazing deeply into her eyes. Bonnie had thought that Katherine had always been Damon's first love as he spent 150 years obsessing over her, and she never would've guessed that there was someone before her, someone who Damon had never bothered to mention. Maybe he had forgotten about her, due to the whole complicated roller-coaster that came with Katherine or maybe he had gotten better had hiding and burying his memories deep within.

"Damon, you know that I can't. I can't leave my mama, plus if they found out I escaped they'll kill me" Constance sighed, holding onto his hand.

"Do you love me?" Damon questioned in a serious tone, and she looked him straight in the eye before slowly nodding her head. "When I first saw you I had no doubt in my mind that I wanted to be with you for a really long time, Constance. Your mother would understand, just please come with me... please" he pleaded once more, before cupping the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

Constance gaped up at him for a brief while, before shifting her eyes away and letting out a deep sigh. "You know that you and I would never really work, Damon. It ain't as if people are gonna accept us together, especially your family. We are living two completely different lives, which is why I can't come with you".

"I said that I can take you away from this, Constance. Aren't you tired of picking cotton all day? when we get to Mystic Falls we can run away together, who cares hat people think" he uttered desperately, going to cup her face.

"I do..." she breathed out, causing him to slowly remove his hands from her cheeks. "When I first saw you Damon the first thing that drew me to you was how much you love your brother. You're so compassionate when it comes to him and I wanna thank you for showing me the same compassion, but... we can't continue seeing each other like this. I don't want to put you at risk".

As she was about to walk away, Damon quickly grabbed hold of her hand stopping her. "Don't leave me... if you walk away then that's it, you're never going to see me again".

Constance stared up into his eyes with a tear slowly rolling down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I love you Damon... goodbye..." she exclaimed with her voice breaking on every word. She slowly took his hand and released his grip from her, before turning around to run out the barn.

Bonnie looked back at her as she ran out into the field, before looking back at Damon as he hung his head low, with misery and despair written all across his face. He looked as if he wanted to burst into tears at any second, but tried his hardest to hold it in. As she was about to take a step closer, the white light quickly flashed through her eyes and she had once again gotten out of his head.

She slowly opened her eyes and sat down on the hard and cold floor as Damon held a wicked smug look on his face. "Ah Constance... I almost forgot about her, what a selfish bitch" he spat out bitterly. "She died three years later from an illness, she had it coming".

Bonnie slowly flickered her eyes back up at him before speaking up. "How can you say that? she was your first love. Before Katherine and even Elena. How can you be such an ass hole?!" she hissed, slightly raising her voice at him.

"Bonnie, I don't care and you know what I feel nothing and it feels great to feel absolutely nothing. Looks like this going into my head and taking me back to my memories thing isn't working after all... what a shame" he uttered sarcastically, leaning the back of his head against the wall.

"Its funny that you think I'm gonna give up? I can do this all night if it means one of those memories triggers your humanity back on" she spoke up, pushing herself off the ground to shift closer to him.

"Good luck with that" he smirked sarcastically, gazing up at her.

Bonnie rolled her eyes up at him. Before closing her eyes back shut. She placed her hand on the side of his head to dive into any memories she could find. Unlike the first two times, it was as if she had no control of where she wanted to go back to this time, and when she opened her eyes, she looked around bewilderingly wondering which year and which part of Damon's memory this was. It was night time and they were stood in the middle of the road with nobody around.

"I had no control of this for some reason, it was as if you were purposely thinking about a certain memory and it must have blocked my control. Where are we? what memory is this?" she question, turning back to face him.

"Oh God..." Damon groaned quietly under his breath, he turned his head to glance back at Bonnie before speaking back up. "Get me outta here now"

"No" she replied, bluntly before folding her arms. "Not before you tell me what memory this is and why you were thinking about it at that moment" She gaped up at him, before hearing heels clicking on the concrete and she quickly turned around to see a tall woman with red crimson hair. Bonnie took a step closer to get a better look at her and once she did, she quickly remembered her as one of her Grams closest friends from back in the day; Jane. She had remembered her Grams showing her many pictures of them together and telling her stories about their witchy adventures together. It was so odd seeing her, especially since she had died when she was only a baby.

Seconds later, Bonnie heard a car approaching towards them. She looked back at Jane as she held out her hand, using her witch magic to stop the car to a halt and what Bonnie saw next completely took her back and left her with a lot of puzzling questions. Her Grams had quickly stepped out the driver's seat with fear in her eyes as she gazed over at Jane.

"What is this? why memory is this, Damon?!" Bonnie questioned impatiently, turning her head around to look at Damon, who shifted his eyes away, refusing to look down at her.

Knowing that he wouldn't answer, no matter how much she pushed him, Bonnie Groaned loudly, before turning back around to see Jane walking towards the car and as curious as she was she slowly followed along. She peered inside the car to see a baby in the backseat and she quickly realised that it was her. What was going on? she thought to herself as she turned her attention back to whatever was about to happen.

"Hello Sheila... long time no see" Jane uttered, peering into the backseat at a baby Bonnie. "You think I wouldn't be able to find you using a locator spell?".

Bonnie watched as her Grams rapidly breathed in and out. She looked back to check if baby Bonnie was okay, before turning her head back to face her. "Jane please... please don't do this. She's my grand daughter and I'm taking her back to a mother and father in Mystic Falls whether you like it or not" she spoke, boldly. Before she could take a step towards her, Jane quickly used her magic to push her back, causing her to fall to the floor.

"Oh Sheila... I never imagined you to be so weak, even without any magic" she scoffed. "I wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't have abandoned me. We've known each other since we were fifteen years old, Sheila and you listened to what everybody else had to say about me. You locked me in an underground basement to starve for six months, I would've died if another witch hadn't come to save me! Jane yelled as she used her magic again to quickly fry Sheila's brain, causing her to squirm and scream loudly on the floor.

"You wanted to destroy the place we grew up, Jane and everything else along with it. You had a dark mind and I was doing what was right, I always do what's right" she exclaimed, holding onto her hand.

"You abandoned me nonetheless so I'm going to make you pay for it. That granddaughter you have in there is a new generation Bennett witch, and if I take all of her powers, I'll become strong, stronger than the last three generation of Bennett witches put together" Jane spoke, pulling out a small dagger from her back pocket, causing Bonnie's eyes to quickly widen.

"No! please no!" Sheila quickly stood up about to stop her, but Jane had quickly sent her flying back down to the floor once again.

"Out of my way, Sheila. You're useless without your magic, you couldn't stop me from even if you tried" Jane shot her a deadly glare, before storming over to the backseat as Bonnie continued watching on with her heart pounding in her chest. She breathed out as Jane slowly opened the backseat to look at her baby self. She peered down at her for a brief moment, before raising the dagger in the air about to stab her with it, but before she could, someone had quickly appeared out of nowhere and non-hesitantly snapped her neck, and that someone was surprisingly Damon.

Bonnie hung open her mouth as she watched Damon throw Jane on the floor. Confused and bewildered she rotated her head around to look back at the no humanity Damon who watched on, before slowly turning her head back around in shock.

"Damon..." Sheila breathed out as she gazed up at him in shock. "I-I haven't seen you in almost thirty years" she glanced down at Jane, before quickly getting back up the ground.

Damon turned his head to look down at baby Bonnie who had began to cry. He bent down to slowly pick her up. He held her in her arms and stared down at her for a brief while, before going to hand her over to Grams. "I was just heading back to Mystic Falls to check up on Stefan and saw what happened... so this is your granddaughter?" he asked glancing down at Bonnie who had stopped crying to look up at him.

"Yes, her name's Bonnie... she's six months old" Grams replied as she slowly rocked her in her arms. "Thank you, if you hadn't showed up, Jane would've" she sighed, refusing to finish her sentence, before looking back down at her dead body.

"What's this about you having no magic?" he questioned, arching his brow up to peer down at her.

"Ten years ago I performed a power spell to bring my husband from the dead when he died from a gunshot. It took a lot out of me and I lost my powers completely. Its been too long and it pretty much means that I'm now completely vulnerable without it, I'm fine with having no magic, but it makes me feel useless sometimes. I couldn't even protect my own granddaughter from my former friend who just tried to kill her" she sighed frustratingly, holding baby Bonnie closer to her.

Damon glanced down at the dead body before lifting his head back up to face her seconds later. "You once told me back in 1965 that the only way witches can be compelled is if they lost their magic for a very long time..." he reminded, taking a step closer to her as she looked at him bewilderingly. "I'm sorry Sheila, but I don't want you to blame yourself for what happened tonight... so forget about everything that happened tonight, forgetting about seeing me also and take Bonnie home safely, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll only remember the good things about your friend" he said, gazing deeply into her eyes and compelling her. He took one last look at Bonnie, before picking up Jane's body and quickly using his vamp speed to vanish away.

A split second later, Bonnie quickly opened her eyes up and gasped loudly. She looked back around at the basement, before turning to look back at Damon shocked and surprised. "You saved my life... then you compelled her to forget. You knew about this the whole time and after three years of knowing me I had to find out that you saved me when I was only a baby!" she spoke, raising her voice at him as Damon remained silent. "Why did you compel my Grams to forget? don't you think I wouldn't wanted to have known that without you I would've died when I was only six months old?! why did you keep this from me?".

"You're being dramatic... right now I wish that I hadn't saved you at all" Damon scoffed, shifting his eyes away from her.

"No... no you don't mean that. Its okay to come back Damon, come back so we can talk about it. Its alright you can come back now. I promise I won't give up on you" she spoke teary-eyed, whilst gazing deeply at him, searching for hope in his eyes

Damon stared back into her eyes with as much intensity. As he saw a tear roll down her cheek, he felt something quickly switch inside him, and he finally found the strength to finally break free of the chains, before slowly lifting his hand up to wipe her tears away, which shocked her a little. "Bonnie..." he whispered, as all the emotions, feelings and guilt quickly came rushing back to him in one moment and just like he thought, he couldn't handle it, especially all at once.

Bonnie flashed him a warm and genuine smile, before going to lay her head down on his chest. Damon slowly wrapped his arms around her as he gently stroked her hair. As he closed his eyes again, he began to remember all of the horrible things he said and done to her ever since he switched his humanity off, but as she laid in his arms, it was as if she wanted him to forget it all. He didn't deserve her kindness and forgiveness, he never did and he was too much of a coward to stay and talk things through because he knew that was what she would've wanted, especially know that she found out that he had saved her life when she was only a baby.

"Bonnie..." he whispered, causing her to slowly lift her head up to look at him. "I'm sorry... but I have to go for a while" as the words left his mouth, she scrunched up her face in confusion, before slowly lifting her head up from his chest. "I can't properly face you right now without feeling so many regrets... I'm sorry". Bonnie searched into his eyes speechless and confused, and the next thing she knew he used his vamp speed to quickly exit out the room, leaving her to wallow in what had just happened.

It had all happened so fast that once she took time to process it all did she start to realise that he was really gone.