IYRTINTL. Hi everyone! How are you all doing? Kind of free and not really participating in NaNo this year...so here is a new chapter.

Caroline's living was a small comfort in Bonnie's otherwise spiraling life. Not that she wasn't used to the dizzying drama, but it did get old. And she was tired. Although the bath had helped...and so had burning the shreds of her clothes in the backyard. Maybe they should try margaritas next.

Caroline sat on the sitting chair with her feet propped against the coffee table carefully spreading red nail polish on her freshly pedicured toes. "Can we not talk about Damon. Like…ever."

"Okay," Bonnie said from deep within a duvet she had dragged to the couch

"I mean…the fact that you're still in this house is a testament to my selflessness."

"Okay…"

Caroline looked at Bonnie very seriously. "But I would never throw you out for real." She went back to her painting her toenails.

"I know."

"That being said…" she finished and screwed the polish lid on in one quick turn. "How was it?"

"How was what?" Bonnie asked .

"You know…" Caroline wiggled her shoulders then made slurping sounds.

Didn't she just say not to talk about Damon? "What?"

"What?"

"You just said-oh! The blood? The blood! Right. It was…" Bonnie tongued her canines- left and then right- trying to find the right words to describe what she felt. Even now, she could feel the thick liquid rolling down her throat and filling her stomach. "It was delicious."

"You know I actually talked about this with Stefan. He said that every feed tastes like something you've eaten before- if you think about it hard enough, you'll suddenly remember that one time when you were five and ate pomegranates for the first time."

"Was that what you remembered your first feed?"

"No, mine was the lemon meringue pie Elena's mom made."

"When we all went to Washington?"

"Mhm."

Bonnie smiled softly. "That's a good one. Elena would cry if you told her that."

"I did and she did. So what's yours?"

Bonnie ran her tongue around her mouth again, but all she could think how distinctly Damon it had tasted and how much she liked it. How she straddled him to the point of indecency and licked the salt off of the goose pimpled skin of his neck. The way he held onto her hips and offered himself. For a moment-

"Bonnie!" Caroline called. Bonnie shook herself back. "Well?"

"I don't know yet," Bonnie finally answered. "I need to think about it more."

"Alright," Caroline said simply. She wiggled her toes.

"I'm sorry, Care," Bonnie suddenly said.

Caroline looked at Bonnie and cocked her head to the side. "For what?"

"Your first kill-"

Caroline tried to shoo away the conversation. "We don't have to talk about that."

"No, we should. I blamed you-"

"And I deserved it. I killed that guy."

"But controlling blood lust isn't as easy as I thought it should be."

Caroline sighed deeply. "I think Damon was right, Bon. Newly turned vampires aren't supposed to feed on animal blood. It'd be like trying to feed a newborn baby porridge or something."

"We don't know that for sure," Bonnie disagreed.

Caroline's eyebrows rose far up on her forehead. "Sounds like someone is in denial."

"If I am," Bonnie started, "that means eventually I'm going to start having to drink human blood. We don't know how long "baby" vampires have to drink human blood. This is all experimental."

"I guess you'll be visiting the Salvatores a lot more than you're used to."

"I am not going back to Damon. In fact, I might never see him again."

Caroline threw back her head to give a quick bark of a laugh. "You fed off of Damon. He doesn't do things out of the kindness of his heart, Bonnie. Its definitely going to come back to you. Trust me. He'll come looking for you."

"Boo."

Bonnie startled and looked to her right to see none other than Damon. He sat with his elbows propped on the bench table behind him, legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles. A humored smirk quirked up his lips and the early winter chill reddened his cheeks. It made him look younger than usual…more innocent.

It was endearing Bonnie thought sourly. She silently regretted choosing to study outside instead of the library. She doubted he would have bothered to think about her if she was hiding between bookshelves.

"You'd swear you weren't a vampire," he said.

"That's not the first time I'm hearing that. What do you want?" Bonnie grumbled, flustered.

She imagined he would enjoy cracking jokes about how horrible she was as a vampire just like he harassed her about being an incompetent witch. Just the thought made her want to scoot away from him, but the bench seat was short and Damon left more than half of the empty space on the other side of him.

Either oblivious to her sudden irritability- or even more likely uncaring to it- he propped his chin on his right fist and leaned into Bonnie's personal space while his left hand found his way to Bonnie's knee. His hand burned her bare skin and sent a fire crawling up her thigh that Damon's hand slowly followed, leaving chills in its wake.

"You don't call, you don't write. I didn't peg you to be the type to dine and dash."

Bonnie stared blankly at the print of her book. She was hesitating on acting, or maybe that was an action in itself. Should she let Damon slither under her dress or should she stop him? The two days she had been able to avoid him didn't stop her from thinking about the heat that flowed between the two of them. His hand reached her mid thigh.

"Don't," she said simply, hoping her voice didn't shake as much as her resolve. She chanced a glance around the courtyard.

"No one's here," Damon drawled.

His fingers were like spider legs as he crept them closer to her panties. Bonnie kept her legs frozen still but they were begging to spread. She grabbed his wrist and threw his hand away. He chuckled, but didn't try again.

"Fine," he said. "But let me give you some advice."

Bonnie scoffed. "When's the last time someone asked you for advice? In fact when's the first?"

Damon smiled conspiratorially before brushing the hair hiding Bonnie's ear aside. His fingers combed her curls neatly and traced down her spine.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

Her voice strained in her throat, "Excuse me?" If she did that, she would see them in his bed mussing up the sheets.

"Just close your eyes and listen."

Finally catching on, Bonnie protested, "Caroline already tried to-"

"Then she's a terrible teacher. Lucky for you, I'm not."

Bonnie could feel him watching her. She nibbled her bottom lip but finally decided to let her eyes shut.

"What do you hear?" Damon asked.

Space barely existed between her ear and his lips. She clenched her eyes tighter and tried to focus on anything but his cool breath blowing against her earlobe or how he had settled a hand on the small of her back.

"Literally everything."

"You need to relax. Stop being so easily distracted."

Bonnie's frown deepened. It was easy for him to say. His hand came around her front and landed on her waist so he could pull her close enough that her shoulder rested against the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

"What are you doing?" she said, pulling away from him. He held her tight enough to keep her from moving very far.

"Shhh…just breathe."

Bonnie inhaled and exhaled, mostly to calm her nerves. She could feel the rise and fall of Damon's chest against her, and his heart beat a rhythm down her arm. She took another deep breath and another. Her own racing heart began to slow to match Damon's. The blood rushing in her ears quieted to an ocean calm.

The jumble of noises that had driven her outside to shut it all out became a droning hum that pulsed behind her eardrum. She focused on the school gym and heard squeaking sneakers on the basketball court, balls bouncing, students talking and laughing, and the gym teacher Mr. Flores yelling out commands. She could hear the soft clicks of his worn analog watch as seconds went by.

A cold breeze swept across the campus, rustling the browning leaves on the trees all around them. Bonnie could hear several leaves snap off of their respective branches to dance to grass below. With lightning quickness no human eye could see, Bonnie snatched a newly freed, crunchy leaf falling to the floor.

Her pulse shot up again as she brought her hand down and uncurled her fingers to stare at the leafy bits coating her palm.

"Wow," she breathed. A wide grin spread on her face. "I actually-"

The next words got caught in her throat when she turned to Damon, forgetting how close they were sitting together. The tips of their noses skimmed each other and his blue eyes glowed in the tree shade.

"Call me Professor Salvatore," he said softly.

Bonnie unconsciously licked her lips. She was caught in the shadow of Damon's eyes. She could smell the bourbon he tried to mask by brushing his teeth wafting across her face. She leaned in when not so long ago the combination would have made her wrinkle her nose.

"Kinky," she almost said.

Instead she ducked back to her book with a snort and said, "Why'd you come to school? It couldn't be just to show off your teaching prowess."

Damon went back to his original slack against the table and placed a good inch between them. As if it were enough.

"I came to pick up Elena."

Bonnie's finger began to bounce against the bench repeatedly. "Oh yeah? How does Stefan feel about that?"

"Why? Did he say something?" he asked too quickly.

Bonnie's muscles tightened uncomfortably. Damon's eagerness to hurt Stefan and covet Elena soiled any good vibes their moment had created.

"I don't know," she answered, closing her book and standing from the bench. "And I don't care."

"Good." His tone was seeped with a coldness that matched the day's weather. "Tell Elena I'm waiting," he called at her as she walked away.

She ignored the itching in her gums as she walked back into the school. She hurried to the staff bathroom the gang claimed for supernatural emergencies; the knob wiggled but the door was definitely locked.

"I figured you wouldn't tell Elena so I followed you," Damon announced as he sidled around the corner. Bonnie cursed under her breath.

"Go away, Damon," she warned and turned to face the other end of the hallway.

"You're being a little rude to someone who did you a favor. I didn't even get a thank you for our little rendezvous…for any of them, actually."

Damon's back slammed against the wall. He blinked owlishly and looked down at Bonnie's scalp.

"Why are you always attacking me? Seriously, what could such a tiny person do to me?"

The leather of Damon's jacket squeaked under Bonnie's tightening grip.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

Damon's smirk spread wide across his face. "Gonna have to be more specific, Bon."

Bonnie looked up slowly with the face of a devil. The dark veins pulsed under her eyes and her menacing snarl made up for her height. Damon's humor faltered. Even when he was serious and his eyes weren't bright with mischief, they still glinted with secrets. Bonnie wished she could drain whatever they were out of him.

"Making me so damn hungry," Bonnie growled.

Damon's heart missed a beat and made Bonnie's mouth water. She took a trembling step forward.

Damon wet his lips as if he were about to take a bite out of her. "What do you want to do about it?"

She could taste his blood like it were in the air. "Nothing that I should."

"Did you ever think, Bonnie, that it's time to stop making decisions about what you should or shouldn't do?" Damon asked.

Somehow the voice in her head sounded just like him. Goading her. Daring her to do it again. Bite him. Feed from him. Better him than a human. She moved her hands up his arms to hold onto his shoulders as she balanced on her toes.

"Bonnie!" Caroline shouted nearby. The bouncy blonde quickly rounded the corner into the hallway to catch Bonnie stepping away from Damon. "I've been looking everywhere for you! What happened to meeting in the courtyard?"

"It got too crowded," Bonnie said wryly. She gave Damon a sideways glance. His relaxed slouch against the wall was also endearing. She wrinkled her nose.

"Really? Because it was completely empty when I got there. Anyways, here." Caroline rolled up the sleeve of her jean jacket and held out her wrist for Bonnie. "You want some blood, right? You don't have to say anything, your face is answering for you."

Damon peeled himself off the wall to move closer to Bonnie. "So you're on the preppy diet now, huh?"

Bonnie's cheeks darkened at Caroline's pointed look. The bathroom door opened. Stefan came spinning out of the restroom with Elena in his arms. They froze.

"What's going on?" Elena immediately asked. Stefan placed her on her feet and she rushed to Bonnie. "Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened," Bonnie assured. "I was just waiting for the bathroom."

Elena smiled sheepishly. "Sorry," she said. "We lost track of time…"

Damon stepped even closer to the Bonnie and Elena, leaving Caroline and Stefan the odd vampires out. "Clearly. Because we were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago."

"Sorry, Damon. It was an emergency." Elena tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and ducked her head to gaze at Stefan underneath her lashes.

His eyes twinkled back at her and his lazy smile gave him a weightless aura no one was used to. Well, at least not Bonnie; maybe Elena was more knowledgable about it. Damon rolled his eyes, now completely facing Elena and forgetting all about Bonnie. She left the awkward triangle and went to Caroline. Bonnie took Caroline's still outstretched arm and gently bit into her pale wrist.

"Don't take too much. I have to stay after school today."

Bonnie muffled, "Mkay," before swallowing loudly and biting into her wrist again.

"It's rude to talk with your mouth full," Damon said.

"Shut up, Damon," Caroline snipped.

Damon grabbed Elena's arm and began pulling her away. "We're out of here. Stefan."

"Damon," Stefan responded coolly.

He regarded his brother silently- a secret conversation between the two taking place. Bonnie slurped loudly and Elena broke free of Damon to kiss Stefan on the mouth.

"I'll see you later," she told him, before leading the charge out of school to do whatever it was that she and Damon were doing. Bonnie unlatched with a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Care."

"Anytime, bestie. You got some…" Caroline motioned to Bonnie's mouth.

Bonnie swiped her thumb along the blood drip and sucked it off. "I have the weirdest craving for cinnamon rolls now."

Stefan ambled closer. "Let's go get one."

Bonnie looked at Stefan oddly. "Really?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't mind missing the rest of school if you don't. And I think I could use a drink."

"Well, I'm down."

Caroline fixed her jacket and brushed off her dress. "And I have better things to do. You two have fun. Bye!" She was a blur as she zoomed off, leaving Bonnie and Stefan alone.

Stefan folded his arms across his chest. "I wouldn't say better things to do. Would you?"

"Not at all," Bonnie laughed.

Stefan offered Bonnie his arm like a proper gentleman and Bonnie took it like a proper lady. "Shall we go, m'lady?" Stefan asked.

Bonnie smiled playfully. "We shall."

Since The Vampire Diaries is ending I wanted to maybe finish these stories...it always bothers me when I don't get to finish reading a story so I'm trying really hard to finish for you lovelies...especially since Damon is allegedly everything that's wrong in Bonnie's life in canon. With that being said...DON'T hold me to that! I'm just going to try my best but that could mean this is the last update you'd ever see. It's a roll of the dice.

I also have a show suggestion: Pitch. I don't care about sports, but I loved Kylie when I watch the better episodes of Twisted so you know I had to support. Yeah I got a ship AND my girl from Nikita was in the last episode (I want her to be a series regularrr). Anyways, it's super cute and has the maturity I wish Vampire Diaries had; they don't take themselves too seriously but they're still trying to tell a good story too.

But I digress. Thanks for reading! Thanks for coming back! Thanks for the reviews even though I disappeared! Hopefully you keep seeing new chapters. :) xoxoxoxoxo