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(I uploaded chapter 9 from the wrong source. You will (or may) want to read that chapter, again, before moving on to this one).

This is an AU and OOC story. This story includes multiple sex partners. Read at your own risk. Copy write infringement not intended. I hope you enjoy!

Stefan's Diary: Chapter 10: Stefan's Diary

It was a few months later, and Stefan still thought about how he and had Bonnie made love.

A part of him felt that if he hadn't made love to her, he would still be walking around with blinders on about how wonderful a person Bonnie Bennett was. That darkness he once felt over losing Elena, seemed to get better after being with Bonnie, too.

He supposed it was because he genuinely liked her. She wasn't a one-night stand like Rebekah or a glorified lay like Katherine. He'd be with her, again, if it weren't for his brother. He'd date her—and he'd even want to make a life with her, but alas, she was in love with someone else.

Being with Bonnie was the catalyst that Stefan needed to propel himself forward with new relationships, whether with his brother, or another woman.

Stefan walked swiftly in to the boarding house after a business outing with Caroline. He was anxious to write about his trip with her in his diary. He and Caroline had laid in each other's arms all night, talking. His feelings for her were starting to evolve into something more.

He walked in on Elena and Damon, making out on the sofa. They were going at it hot and heavy. When they first broke up, Stefan was hurt when he would see them being affectionate towards one another, but now he felt sick at the sight of them.

Elena and Damon, as a couple, repulsed him.

The moment Elena spotted Stefan, she hurriedly slinked off Damon.

Damon looked at her and wrinkled his nose with displeasure as he watched her wipe his kiss away from her lips.

"Whatever," he mumbled. He got up and went to the bar to pour himself a drink.

"Hey Stefan," Elena greeted in her raspy voice, straightening her hair.

"Hi," Stefan replied in a cheery tone, barely affording her his courtesy.

Elena looked like shit to him. Stefan shook his head at her appearance. He wondered if Elena still took showers and washed her hair. She was so stuck up his brother's ass that he seriously doubted if she was taking care of her hygiene needs.

Even though the sight of Elena sickened him, he still wore a big smile on his face. Damon squinted his eyes curiously at his brother. The light in Stefan's eyes had returned. He looked really contented to Damon.

Damon hadn't seen his brother smile so sincerely in a long time. Even though Stefan told him all the time that he was happy, Damon could see that he wasn't. A sadness always lingered in Stefan's eyes, but this time, his eyes smiled right along with the rest of him.

"You look happy," Damon said before giving his brother a demonstrative grin.

"I am happy," Stefan replied, then smiled again, more purposefully. Stefan poured himself a drink and then hurried off to the study.

"Where are you going?" Elena shouted to a fleeing Stefan. He ignored her.

It was an hour later, and Damon was still curious about his brother's newfound happiness. He finally built up enough gumption to probe him about his newfound happiness. Stefan was sitting on the couch, chuckling as he read his diary. After writing about his time with Caroline, he went back to his entry about Bonnie.

Damon watched his brother probingly as he leaned against the frame of the door, sipping on his bourbon.

"I can smell your bourbon, Damon!"

A crooked smirk unfurled across Damon's lips. He walked fully into the study, near Stefan, but not too close to the all-important and secretive diary, but curiosity had finally gotten the better of him. He zoomed in with his vampire vision, seeing Bonnie's name more than he wanted to see her name in his brother's diary.

The words drunk, Bonnie, and wild dancing had peaked his curiosity. Damon wondered why Bonnie was drunk and dancing wildly in his brother's presence.

As Stefan turned to the third page of his entry about Bonnie, he realized that Damon was still present and too quiet for his comfort. He hastily turned around to see why his brother was lurking around and over his back no less.

He looked up to see Damon standing right over his shoulder. He closed his diary in a flash and quickly stood.

"What do you want, Damon?" Stefan looked him humorlessly in the eye.

"I… wanted to know why you're so damn happy." Damon asked in a cute and teasing manner.

"Jesus, can't I have anything to myself? I am not with… your girl, so what does it matter."

"Well, unfortunately for you," Damon twanged. "You don't know who…" he drawled. "Who my girl is," he stated, then cocked his brow in confusion. He was bewildered by his own comment.

"Dude… what?" Stefan puckered his face due to his brother's stupendous remark.

"Ye… yeah," Damon stuttered, a shamefaced look embellishing his face.

"Your girl… is in the living room, and I assume she's ready to have sex, so run along." Stefan chided, wiggling his fingers in a running motion.

"Go fuck yourself." Damon glared at Stefan and then vampire sped out of the room. Stefan laughed mockingly at his brother and then went back to reading his diary.

Damon tossed and turned in bed all night. He didn't even want to have sex with Elena, but he did anyway, to get her out of his hair.

After giving Elena the best two minutes of her life, he went back to wondering, and worrying about what Stefan had written in his diary about Bonnie. Why did his brother have to come home and write about Bonnie Bennett of all people, and more importantly, why did he care what Stefan wrote about Bonnie?

For the last few months, he had been trying to convince himself that he made the right decision in choosing Elena. He had fought for her for the last two years. He had never been loved so fearlessly and as intently as the way Elena had loved him. She loved him with all his faults. Her love was nurturing and shielding.

Though her love was emotionally debilitating, he didn't care. They could work on that failed part of their relationship. If he were with Bonnie, she might not be as understanding. He might mess up, and she'd never forgive him if he did. He wasn't ready to be in a relationship where he'd be called out on his shortcomings and truly encouraged to do right. He didn't want to be in a relationship with uncertainties.

With Elena, he knew he could do whatever, and she'd never leave him. Damon turned over and looked at her, a smile he could not muster. He had no earthly reason to feel happy with being with this woman. He cringed and fisted the hair at the top of his head and begin to go mad.

He pondered over why he was, laying in bed with the woman that was once madly in love with his brother, a woman who had chosen his brother over him multiple times, a woman that it took a sire bond for her to even see him.

He went from thinking about his fuck ups to speculating over what the hell Stefan had written in his diary about Bonnie.

He couldn't take it anymore. He jumped out of bed and rushed to his brother's room.

He peeped in on Stefan, making sure that he was asleep. After seeing Stefan sleeping like a baby, he ran downstairs.

He hustled to the safe and hurriedly removed his brother's diary. He flipped to the page at lightning speed. He quickly read over the journal entry, discovering that Bonnie had slept with his brother. Damon's heart raced, and the room began to close in on him. He placed his hand over his chest. He could swear he was having a heart attack.

"Bonnie," he whispered in horror into the dark of the night, his body tensing up, and his jaw begin to clench profusely.

"Not my Bonnie. Not Bonnie," Damon chanted in dismay repeatedly.

Damon grabbed a pen. He scrawled a message to his brother at the end of the journal entry about Bonnie.

He scribbled so hard and so messily across the page that the pen ripped the paper in half. He slammed the book shut, then threw it back in to the safe.

Stefan's diary entry had Damon seeing red.

( ~ )

It was a week later after Stefan had given Bonnie her journal. The day he bestowed her with her purple, leather-bound inscribed journal, did end up being one of the better days that she had after all, but on this glorious Friday morning, things were not starting out so great. Bonnie woke to find that Jeremy had called her ten times.

She rolled her eyes when she read over the text, where he was threatening to come by and see her. She couldn't believe that he had the audacity to continue hounding her after he had cheated on her for a second time.

She rushed to take a shower and put on her clothes. She had no plans of being home when Jeremy got there.

( ~ )

It was now two o'clock in the afternoon. Damon marched indignantly into The Grill. He was all kinds of pissed off. He had driven every place that Bonnie Bennet would and should've been, and she was nowhere to be found. He rushed up to the bar, taking a seat next to Tyler.

"What's up?" Matt greeted.

"Whatever," Damon snapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Tyler coolly asked, then chuckled.

"Nothing," Damon gave Tyler a sideways glance, then turned his angry glare back to Matt. "Hello! Pour me a fucking bourbon!"

Matt rolled his eyes at Damon, then got his drink. Matt slammed Damon's bourbon down onto the bar, wasting some of the contents of the glass in the process, and then went back to talking to Tyler.

"Hey, so finish telling me about Bonnie," Tyler recited.

Their conversation immediately caught Damon's attention.

"Oh, yeah. She came by to see me the other night."

Tyler was itching to tell Matt about him and Bonnie, but he promised her that he wouldn't tell anyone about their encounter. "That's cool, so why are you smiling? Did… did something happen?" Tyler asked nervously.

"We had a really good talk; we made out, and she spent the night." Matt smiled like a love-sick puppy.

Damon and Tyler gripped their respective glasses of liquor with such force, that their tumblers burst in their tightening grips. Matt jumped at the sound of the crackling glass, dodging the shards as they sprayed back at him.

"What the hell?" Matt's eyes widened in horror.

Tyler and Damon glanced at each other.

"Dude, tell your manager to buy some new glasses." Tyler tried to play off the fact that he was upset.

"Yeah," Damon reiterated. "…so, what the fuck happened with Bonnie!" he barked. "What did you and Bonnie do?" Damon scowled.

"Yeah, what else happened between you two?" Tyler added.

"Did you have sex with her?" Damon inquired right after.

"Yeah, did you sleep with her?" Tyler blurted out.

"Are you dating? Does she want to be with you?" Damon followed up agitatedly.

"Yeah, did she say she was in love with you?" Tyler questioned.

Damon and Tyler looked at each other, again. They were both curious as to why the other was asking so many pointed questions about Bonnie.

"Why are you both so curious about me and Bonnie?" Matt looked between both of his friends and frowned.

Tyler and Damon started rambling. Matt couldn't even make out what they were saying.

"Answer the fucking questions?" Damon pounded his fist against the bar. He then looked around the restaurant. His outburst did indeed cause people to stare.

"O- kay," Matt enunciated, looking peculiarly at them, then continued, "A few months ago, we made out. She avoided me for a while, but then she came by the other night. We made out—again, before she finally had the courage to tell me that we could only be friends. We didn't hook up or anything. We just kissed, but I think she's afraid to commit because of her bad relationship with Jeremy," Matt explained disappointedly.

"Hell no! I'll see you two jack asses later," Damon exclaimed, then sprang from his seat.

"You owe me for your drink!" Matt shouted to a retreating Damon.

Damon flipped Matt off as he marched out The Grill. Hearing that Bonnie had been locking lips with the quarterback didn't give him pleasant thoughts.

"Hey dude, I'll holler at you later," Tyler said to Matt as he threw a twenty-dollar bill down on the bar. He then took off after Damon.

"Hey, Damon! Wait up!"

"No, I have shit to do."

"Dude please, I need to get something off my chest. I think I'm in love." He reddened.

Damon stopped in his tracks and then spun around to face Tyler, wearing a highly perturbed look on his face. He quickly recalled what had happened inside the bar. He was now curious at what Tyler had to tell him. He gave Tyler a contrived smirk. "I'm listening."

"Bonnie and I made love, and now I just can't shake her."

The world stopped spinning for Damon Salvatore after hearing those words, "Bonnie and I made love." Those words kept loudly reverberating in his brain like a broken record. Everything else Tyler said went mute. Damon was paralyzed with devastation.

"Damon! Damon!" Tyler had been yelling Damon's name for a good three minutes.

Damon turned around and walked in a trance like state to his car. Tyler watched him with a bemused expression.

Damon drove down the highway twenty-five miles under the speed limit. Not only did Bonnie make love to Stefan, she had made love to Tyler, too, and she had a hot make out session with Matt, not once but twice. He was sick, mortified even, and there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it because Bonnie wasn't his girl.

He began to wonder if she'd slept with them out of spite. "Bonnie wouldn't do that," he whispered to himself.

He then thought about how heartbroken Bonnie was when she came by the house on that very unforgettable day. He became angry; he felt like they all took advantage of his Bon Bon. She was vulnerable and heartbroken, and they took advantage of her.

Damon was now faced with the very real possibility that he could lose Bonnie forever, and to his brother at that. Stefan was a good guy, and Damon believed that Stefan would love Bonnie the way she deserved.

Although Bonnie dated Jeremy, Damon knew he wasn't a threat. He always felt at some point that Jeremy would mess up. Damon Salvatore took Bonnie Bennett for granted, and falsely held onto hope that she would not find true love until, or unless, he was ready to provide that to her. She was a diamond in the rough and for some reason, no one seemed to notice Bonnie, but he had. He noticed her.

He noticed her from the moment she was possessed by Emily Bennett, it was why he'd always wanted a truce, a friendship with her. He had gotten so comfortable with pretending that he didn't love Bonnie that he didn't realize what a good catch she was, but now it was time for him to grab ahold of and be with the woman that he truly loved.

Damon drove by Bonnie's house, again. She still wasn't there. He became enraged once more.

He was at least satisfied with the knowledge that Bonnie wasn't with Matt or Tyler, but he didn't know where Stefan was. He whisked out his phone. He dialed his brother with one touch. Stefan picked up on the first ring.

"Yeah, what's up?" Stefan answered briskly.

"Where are you, and who the hell are you with?" Damon rattled off irately.

"At home. Why? What's wrong?" Stefan questioned, concerned.

"Is Bonnie with you?" Damon asked maliciously.

"What?" Stefan nervously snickered.

"Answer the fucking question?" Damon shouted, apoplectic.

"I'm alone Damon and Elena's upstairs. Why?" Stefan replied, troubled.

"Fuck you," Damon said coldly and then hung up the phone in his brother's face.

Fuck, did he read my diary; Stefan cringed internally and then zoomed to his safe for his memoir. He flipped quickly to the page where he had documented his and Bonnie's time together, and there it was, an addendum from his brother.

"How could you sleep with Bonnie?! You knew I had secret feelings for her. Fuck you! Fuck You! FUCK YOU!" The note read in a messy scribble.

Stefan blew out a puff of air, infuriated, then closed his diary. "How am I supposed to know you have feelings for her if they're a damn secret, dumb ass," he mumbled with a roll of his eyes.

As Damon was about to put his phone back into his pocket, Elena called.

"What?" Damon asked short-temperedly.

"Where are you?"

"Why?" he replied.

"I miss you," she said.

"Sure," Damon retorted, then hung up in Elena's face. Instead of putting away his phone, he dialed Bonnie's number; she didn't answer, so he waited for her voicemail to pick up.

"We need to talk," he said through tight lips, then ended the call.

Elena called back. He ignored her call, then threw his phone into the passenger seat. His plans were to comb the town for Bonnie Bennett, all over again.

( ~ )

Stefan pulled up outside Enzo's house. Him and Bonnie had grown close enough in the last few months for him to learn Bonnie's hang outs. He knocked on the door with an urgency that spooked Enzo and Bonnie.

"Who the hell is that?" Bonnie asked, her gawk like glaciers of ice. She hurried to her feet, keeping her pie-eyed gape affixed to the front door. Enzo went to the door, gripped the doorknob, and then looked at her with a finger to his lip, signally to her to remain hushed.

He soon found the guts to look through the peep hole to see who it was on his front steps. "Teehee, it's Stefan," he snorted.

"Oh, good," Bonnie blew out a sigh of relief.

"What's up, mate? What brings you by?" Enzo inquired after opening the door for him.

"Enzo." Stefan gave a nod and walked right on pass him to Bonnie. "Hey Bonnie. Can we talk? Alone," he requested, his scowl anxious and stern.

Enzo and Bonnie keenly eyeballed each other, before she agreed to go with Stefan.

They agreed to go to Stefan's car to speak in private.

He opened the passenger side door to let Bonnie inside. He climbed in after her. Bonnie canvased him, trying to read his demeanor. Stefan sat in thought, reflecting on what to say to her.

"Damon knows about us," he announced dreadfully, not affording her a sign of his consideration.

"How do you know he knows about us?" she responded, uptight.

Stefan handed her his diary so that she could see what Damon wrote. "That's how I know," he replied dryly.

Bonnie read over what Damon wrote.

How could you sleep with Bonnie?!

You knew I had secret feelings for her.

Fuck you! Fuck You! FUCK YOU!

She rolled her eyes in response to what he penned. "Wow, he has secret feelings for me. Oh, joy," she mocked.

They shared a bitter laugh.

"I guess this means it's over between us before it even ever started," she commented, her gaze got stuck on the empty space between Stefan and the steering wheel.

"Don't think like that Bonnie. I'd say that he cares an awful lot about you, if he's calling and driving all around Mystic Falls trying to find out where the hell you are," Stefan assured, with a soft snicker.

"Well, at least I don't have to worry about hiding the fact that I slept with Kai and that I shared an intimate moment with Klaus," she broadcasted nonchalantly, resting her head on the window.

Stefan turned pale and bulged his eyes at her disclosure.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You fucked Kai and Klaus? Bonnie what the hell?" Stefan barked, his lips drawing back into a snarl.

"I didn't sleep with Klaus and Kai," she stopped, "Well, I didn't sleep with Klaus," she said sheepishly, a mortified look, garnishing her appearance.

"I can't believe you were with Klaus after all the hell he's put us through!" he nagged, gesturing to himself, an exaggerated and pleading look in his spectacles.

"It's because of you and Damon that I didn't sleep with him!" she growled.

"Were you with him before or after me?" Stefan was still pissed off. "I mean how the hell did you hook up with him? What… did you just go to his house, and say, 'Hey let's make out," he whined.

"Omigod! Will you shut up! You act like you're my boyfriend!"

"Whatever," Stefan pouted, then diverted his attention outside the car window.

Bonnie propped her chin on her hand and wilted down in the front seat. "If you're this angry with me, I can only imagine how Damon feels."

Stefan drew in a long breath, observing her for a moment. He recognized how distraught she was. His face softened as he remembered the devotion and the love he felt for her.

"Of course, he'll be angry Bonnie, but it's not the end of the world. I'll never tell my brother about Kai and Klaus. Your secret is safe with me. You can count on that," he avowed as he took her hand into his and gave it a protective squeeze. She looked at his hand, holding hers, and then at his adoring face.

"Thank you. I guess in a sense, you're like my diary," she said and then rewarded him with her alluring smile, her eyes shimmering with her miserable tears.

"No, you don't want that, I might reveal everything," he cajoled.

They laughed.

"Contrary to what you believe right now, Bonnie, I know things are going to work out between you and my brother. Damon loves you."

"He didn't love me enough to leave Elena," she replied distantly. "I don't know why I'm so worried about him finding out about me and the men that have come and gone in my life." she paused, recognition that she was her own woman begin to sink into her awareness. She realized that Damon or anyone else for that matter couldn't control her or the decisions that she made.

"Stefan, I don't regret being with you, Kai, Klaus, or anyone else for that matter. Damon isn't mine, and I'm not his," she said firmly, wiping away her tears.

Stefan gave a prideful grin. "Good for you. You don't owe him an explanation. If he wants you, if he truly loves you—like I believe he does, none of this will matter." He lulled, and then said, "But Kai, and Klaus though?" He twisted his face all up with disgust. Bonnie burst into a fit of laughter.

"Hey, the heart wants what the heart wants." She howled.

"Yeah, I think you mean the libido wants what the libido wants," he added jestingly.

They were amused for a spell, but the situation that they now found themselves living in at present begin to submerge into their realization, yet again.

"I don't know why I revealed all that to you; somehow I knew that I could trust you, and I think deep down inside, I wanted to share what happened to me… being with you," she smiled. "...and being with Kai was like nothing I've ever experienced, it was powerful, raw, real, magical," she said hauntingly, a curl on her lips, and her eyes filled with gleam.

"…and Klaus, there's really no way to describe how his words affected me. He let me know that it was okay to revel in me, my power, and my beauty. I'll never forget our talk, and that massage." Her head fell back against the headrest, reminiscing; her eyes went skyward as the biggest grin plastered across her face. "Oh, that massage," she lamented with pleasure, grabbing her heart.

Stefan looked at her absorbedly, his eyes thinned to slits as he concentrated on her tale. He smiled and clutched her hand even tighter. "Sounds like you've had quite the walkabout," he gave her that famous Stefan quixotic grin.

"Yes… Yes, I have." She smiled over at him.

"Bonnie, your secret is safe with me. You can talk to me about anything, anytime. I love you," he affirmed seriously.

"Stefan, I… I…," she hesitated as the right word couldn't find her.

He chuckled sweetly. "When I say that I love you, it doesn't mean that I'm going to make a play for you, or make yours and Damon's life a living hell, but I've always loved you, Bonnie, and I'd be lying if I said that being with you didn't heighten my feelings for you, because it did."

"Wow. You loved me before?" she grinned, happy tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Well of course I loved you before that night. You're my friend, right?" His green eyes twinkled with devotion.

"I am indeed your friend Stefan Salvatore, and I love you, too." She reached over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and shut her eyes tight, relishing in his protective and loving embrace. Stefan enfolded her small frame in his arms and nuzzled his head in her neck, beaming as he held her in his envelop.

They weren't soul mates, and they weren't lovers, but they were the best of friends that truly loved each other.

( ~ )

Bonnie went back inside, to find Enzo making her lunch. He looked up at her, seeing a preoccupied look in her eyes, and her deportment gloomy. "Everything okay?" he inquired.

She sat down at the kitchen counter, not answering him. Enzo sat her food down in front of her, and then hopped up on the bar stool beside her. Bonnie turned over her cellphone, seeing that Damon had called her. She listened to his message, hearing the anguish in his voice.

"Damon wants to talk," she announced dejectedly.

"Call him; let him know you're at my place," he advised, then grabbed a chip from her plate.

"I would, but I know what he wants to talk to me about. I'm going to give him some time to calm down, and then I'll call him," she stated calmly.

"What does he want to talk to you about?" Enzo casually asked, still stealing chips from her plate.

She looked at Enzo, her lips opening and closing as she battled with telling him about Stefan. She talked to him about a lot of things, but she hadn't shared stories about her strange bed fellows with him. She breathed, and then spoke, "Stefan and I made love, and Damon found out about it when he read Stefan's diary."

Enzo start violently choking on a chip, so much so that he had to get up, and walk around. "I'm not even human, but that shit managed to make me choke." He took in an invisible gulp of air. "You fucked Damon's brother?" he asked hysterically, a grin on his face.

"Made love, not fucked, and this isn't funny. I love Damon. I feel like I'm no better than Elena! I'm a thot," she said very coolly as if it were nothing to be consumed about at all.

"Whoa, wait a minute. You and Stefan are free agents; you're free to screw whomever you want to for that matter. If Damon wanted you so much, he should've ended things with Elena the day he ate you out on the very sofa I'm sure he's screws her on the daily, and what the hell is a thot?" he squinted his eyes dubiously at the statement.

"Oh, something that hating ass, judgmental bitches say about women who are confident in their sexuality, so if a women does the same thing a man does—she's a thot." She gave a half shrug.

"That argument is getting fucking old. If a man were to go around fucking any and everybody, he'd be a hero, a player, or if it were Damon, the world over would say, 'Oh, he's in pain!" he animatedly mimicked, but Bonnie was too upset to see the humor in his pun.

"Gees, thanks!" she spat, and rolled her eyes at him.

"What, I'm on your side!" he conceded.

"Fucking any and everybody?" she smarted.

"Look, Bonnie, you're nothing like Elena, don't ever compare yourself to that flake. If anything, this is Damon's Karma for all the shit he put his brother through. Stefan's tried hard to be a good brother and leave his dark past behind, only for Damon to take the one good thing from him, it's only befitting that Stefan should spoil his riches before Damon reaps the benefits."

Bonnie diverted her glossy, miserable eyes over at him. "You're supposed to be Damon's best friend."

"I am, but come on, what Damon did to Stefan wasn't right, that's his brother." He wrinkled his face with disapproval.

"This may be Damon's Karma, but it's mine, too. He'll never be with me after this."

"Don't say that." Enzo grabbed her hand, gripping it snuggly. "Bonnie, if he loves you, if he loves you completely, and truly, nothing will stop him from sweeping you up in his arms. He'll come around, you'll see."

"You think so?" she asked, her voice brittle.

"Baby girl, I know so." He gifted her with a loving and confident grin. "Damon loves you unbelievingly. True love always prevails. You'll see."

( ~ )

Damon went to Bonnie's school, again, and she wasn't there, so he decided to go by her house, yet again. He was already foaming at the mouth with anger, but not seeing Bonnie's car in the drive still, didn't make things any better.

Unlike the other ten times when he drove by her house, this time he decided to stop. He parked his car in the driveway and then went around to the back of her house. Being the angry gentleman that he was, he decided to break out a window pane in the back door to unlock it instead of kicking it in all together to let himself inside. He looked around Bonnie's home, examining and sniffing the air for any evidence of male suiters.

He then went to Bonnie's bedroom. He walked slowly around her made up bed, dawdling his fingers over her comforter as he went. He grabbed her nightie off the dresser, and held it to his nose, remembering the scent of her Japanese blossom lotion as he deeply inheld. He sat down on the bed next to her nightstand, the angry glare that once held his peeper's hostage was now gone, it was now replaced with wretchedness.

He laid her nightie on the bed and then opened her night-side table drawer, finding the purple leather-bound diary that Stefan had given to her. His eyes thinned to slits of curiosity upon seeing her journal. He carefully pulled the diary out of her drawer. He traced a finger over her name, then turned the journal over to see that it was gifted to her by Stefan. His eyes immediately clouded with anger like the sky before a storm.

He hurriedly undid the journal binding, then cracked the book no wider than a quarter of an inch open. His hands begin to tremble, and a sadness fell over him. He squeezed his eyelids tightly shut. A feeling of guilt consumed him. He took out his phone and text his brother.

"I have Bonnie's journal in my hand. What should I do Stefan? What will I find in here?" He text.

Stefan jumped to his feet, his blinkers like search lights, and filled with freight. He ran out of The Grill to his car and then called his brother.

Damon answered on the first ring, his eyes closed, not saying a word, but Stefan knew that he was on the phone; his vampire hearing, allowed him to hear all the noises in the background.

"Damon don't open her diary. Don't go looking for trouble," Stefan advised, his voice fragile with worry.

"You slept with her. You slept with my girl Stefan," Damon's voice cracked with pain.

"Damon, I didn't know that you were in love with Bonnie," he pleaded hopelessly.

Damon vaulted to his feet and yelled, "YOU'RE MY FUCKING BROTHER! How could you not see that I was in love with her?" Veins bulged his arms, through his neck, and his body flushed with wrath.

"You're right. I should've noticed that you cared for Bonnie, but I was a little preoccupied with trying to help the woman that I loved. You know, the woman that's in our house right now, looking for you."

Damon went pale with sickness. He plopped down on the bed and picked up the diary once more. "What if she's in love with someone else? What if she's in love with you?" he asked, ignoring the new topic laid out before him.

Stefan let out an innocent chuckle. "She's not in love with me? She cried after having sex with me. I was that bad." He nervously chuckled, his eyes glossed over with tears.

"I read your fucking diary, numb nuts. You know that's not how that shit went down," Damon reminded in a condescending tone with a roll of his eyes.

"Okay. Okay. The real question is, do you love Bonnie, Damon?"

"Very much," Damon replied brokenheartedly.

"Is anything in her diary going to change the way you feel about her? Is her diary going to help you strengthen your relationship with Elena, because if not, then all you'll end up doing is professing your love to Bonnie, and then you'll go into a relationship with her, feeling noting but jealousy and mistrust. I have to tell you bro, that's no way to live, and that's definitely not the kind of relationship you want. Remember you're in that kind of relationship right now. How does being in that kind of relationship make you feel?" Stefan tried to enlighten.

Damon sat, contemplating his brother's counseling. "I'm not happy with Elena, and I hate myself for not walking away and just letting her be."

"Well, now you know what you have to do," Stefan replied.

Damon took the cellphone from his ear and disconnected with Stefan.

"Damon, please don't read her diary," Stefan wished, his body flaccid with burden.

Damon sat on the side of the bed for several minutes, clutching Bonnie's diary with a death grip. His brother's words finally reached him as he started to wrap the bind tightly around her journal, and looped the tie closed. He placed her memoir back in her drawer, slammed it shut, and then marched out of her house only to run into Kai Parker, standing on Bonnie's front porch, holding one of his magical roses.

Damon's eyes opened like windows, and Kai's response was no different. Damon went into a rage; he flashed Kai up against the wall of the house, pinning him to the barrier with his hand impaled straight through his chest, gripping his heart.

"You got some fucking nerves showing up here; you, sick fuck. What the hell are you doing here?" Damon rebuked, lividly.

"I… I… came to apologize to Bonnie," he struggled to say. "You know, prison world." Kai squirmed and wriggled feebly about.

"Why do you have a rose?" Damon gritted in a coarsely tone.

"A token… a token of my appreciation. I have one for you, too, in the car," Kai said, honeyed. Damon glowered down at the rose and then snatched it from his hand.

"I'll take this one. You can shove the other one up your ass, and I'll tell Bonnie how sorry your pathetic ass is when I see her, but if I ever see you at this house, again, I'll rip out your heart, and shove it up your ass." Damon grimaced, then released him.

Kai hit the ground with a hard thump, rapidly breathing. Damon towered over him with an intimidating scowl, sniffing, and admiring the rose as he twirled it around his fingers.

"Can I get a little help, buddy?" Kai requested all squashed up in the corner of the porch, holding his hand up for Damon to take and help him to his feet. Damon rolled his eyes at Kai and then left.

"That's okay, buddy. I know you have things to do!" Kai shouted politely after Damon.

Kai got up, huffing and puffing. He waved and smiled at Damon as he backed out of Bonnie's driveway. "Nice seeing you, again, old friend! Send my love to the Mrs.!" Kai grinned. "Shit that hurt," he mumbled as he limped off the porch. "The shit I do for love."

A/N: THANKS FOR SUPPORTING ME! The next chapter is the last. Would any of you like to see anymore encounters with Stefonnie, Klonnie, Bonkai, Bonenzo, or Tonnie (not sex scenes) just pleasant and affectionate exchanges. It will give us one or maybe two more chapters, depending on request. I'm not a real big fan of Monnie. Matt is so boring to me... ROTFL.