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As Bonnie walked into her bedroom, she checked the clock beside her bed; 1:37am. Her blood buzzed through her veins and thoughts were tumbling through her mind. It had finally happened. She had met him; her dark angel. Only it turned out that he couldn't be trusted. He was Damon, Stefan's brother; the one they had feared for weeks.

Seeing him at the party was like seeing him for the first time. Hearing him speak, "And have you heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters" was like hearing his voice for the first time. Kissing him had been like kissing him for the first time. Yet she had been doing it for months in her dreams. Reality was so much better though. He was so much better, greater, but also much darker in reality. The worst of it that her subconscious was screaming for her to run away from him; far more than it ever had in her dreams. He was a real threat; a murderer. He'd kill her if he got the chance and she knew it without a doubt. Damon was not a dark angel who would become her protector, her saviour, her love, he was a dark angel who would be her destroyer, her killer, her end.

Her mind was literally racing as she got into bed. As she lay in bed she felt that someone was watching her, he was watching her, Damon was watching her. She tried to rest as every instinct inside of her demanded that she scream out in fear. She bit her tongue, trying to keep herself from screaming. Hours later she fell asleep at last.

In her dream, Bonnie walked along the road. She was wearing her pyjamas and she had bare feet. She was searching for someone, but he was nowhere to be found. She tried calling out to him, shouting his name, "Damon!"

Suddenly, directly in front of her she saw a man. She recognised the man instantly and ran into his arms. "Bonnie, you're not safe here." He almost whispered into his hair.

"Yes I am." Bonnie was terrified but something inside her felt safe. She couldn't explain it but she couldn't deny it.

"No you're not. I will kill you. I can almost taste your blood in my mind now. I want to kill you." Damon replied exasperated.

"You… You want to kill me?" Her voice stumbled.

"Yes. Run Bonnie, RUN!" His eyes were changing, turning darker; a snarl escaped his mouth, "Run!"

Bonnie's legs moved without thinking. She ran as fast as she could, considering she had no shoes on. She could feel her skin tearing on the stones beneath her feet. She didn't have to look to know that they were bleeding. She could feel her energy leaving her as she stumbled. She tried to keep running but her mind was wondering to the dark angel chasing her. She couldn't understand why she was running from him. She wanted to be with him, even if being with him killed her. She didn't mind if he would become the death of her. As her mind came to its morbid conclusion her feet stopped running.

Within seconds he was beside her again, "Why aren't you running? You should be terrified of me! You know what I am, I am a monster, a demon, a bloodsucking murderer. Why aren't you running?" Damon's face gave off a confused look for a fraction of a second before he lent down towards her, "Bonnie I really will kill you." There was sadness in his voice.

"I would rather be with you, even if you kill me than run away from you. I don't want to run away from you. I don't want to be scared. I…" She couldn't continue.

"You are a fool. I can't stop myself." Damon bent down as if to kiss her neck, but instead of kissing her he bit into her skin and began to draw out her blood. It had an exotic aroma. The more he tasted it on his lips the more he wanted it. No this was more than a want, this was a need. He needed her blood and he was going to kill her to get it. He would never stop. He could feel her subconscious slipping from him. Her mind closing down and her heart beat slowing. She was dying. He was killing her. As he grew concerned that he had in fact killed her, he heard her voice in his mind, I'll love you forever Damon. You can kill me but I'll always love you. There was a finality in her voice that couldn't be missed. This was her last speech. Her last thought. Her last words.

Damon sat in the tree outside her window, watching her dream. He couldn't help but be a little intrigued by the little red headed bird in the bed. There was something different about him, something that called out to him in the middle of the night. Something that pulled him to her. He followed her dream for a while before falling asleep. He never heard her confess her love but he still saw her trust. She trusted him. Why? Was she stupid?