A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and your reviews always leave me smiling! It definitely makes me happy. This chapter will follow a lot of 6x15, but of course it will be different as well. So, I hope you enjoy =)


Part ii.

The crumpled piece of paper left Damon Salvatore's hand as he threw it towards the trashcan. Out of all ten pieces of paper he had disposed of, this was the only one that didn't make its goal. It was safe to say that he was frustrated.

Currently, he was sitting in his kitchen, contemplating on why he suggested writing Liz Forbes eulogy. Why did he really think it would be the best idea? Of course he would blame it on the fact that he felt guilty about saving Liz, and not spending as much time as he should have with her when he got back from 1994, but he knew that it went deeper than that. He knew the majority of the reason he was stressing about doing it was because he failed in giving his mother a proper eulogy. A mother who had done nothing but be his biggest support system; a mother who stood up for him when his father was a little too unbearable on his best days. He was in a world full of guilt and instead of taking the easy route and turning his emotions off, he decided to push through it. Both Liz and his mother were taken way before their time. His mother had been sick for a long time, and Liz, it just happened. He never expected for her life to end.

As the years went by death shouldn't have bothered him. Humans didn't live forever; they lived and then they died. He should know better than anyone because he had been the cause of many deaths in his lifetime. But growing attachments to people and have them slip through your fingers was a whole different story and it wasn't an easy task to bear.

While Bonnie and the rest of the Scooby gang were asleep in his living room, trying to provide comfort for Caroline, he was trying to figure out the most appropriate thing to say for the funeral tomorrow. It had only been about three days since the news came out, and everyone had been branded to Caroline's side. Bonnie had been one of them and as much as she tried to convince him that she was okay, he wasn't stupid in noticing that she wasn't. He loved that Bonnie was so strong willed, but he didn't want her emotions and pain to be bottled up inside her and ruin her in the end. She'd lost important people in her life as well and it was only natural for everyone's losses to come up and pain them when tragedies like this hit.

Movement sprung up behind him, pulling him away from his thoughts and he knew exactly who it was without turning around.

It wasn't a secret that he and Caroline only tolerated each other if it were a life or death situation. They didn't sit around the room singing campfire songs or telling tales of their lives. It was more his fault than anything and she had every right to despise his guts. He didn't expect anything different.

"Sorry. Just, um, water." She announced when she walked in.

"Help yourself." He glanced at her.

"So, what are you not writing?" She asked, making her way over to the cabinets to find a glass.

"Can you believe I volunteered to write the eulogy?" Being sad around others wasn't his cup of tea, so he tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible.

"That's… nice, I guess…"

Damon can tell just by her voice that she's shocked at his revelation. Well, that was something that they had in common.

"I think it teaches me a lesson about my own mom. I was supposed to do the eulogy at her funeral, and I just-"

"We don't have to share." Caroline cut him off.

"Right."

"I just mean today is pretty much gonna be the worst day of my life. I'm not sure that I need to start it off by bonding with you. No offense."

"None taken."

"Great. Thanks for the water."

He could have just left it alone. He could have let her walk right out of the kitchen without a second glance, and any other time he would have; any other time he wouldn't have cared and would have preferred her hostility. It was a hundred times better than bonding.

But of course, he felt remorse.

"Hey, Blondie." He turned to face her and watched as she stopped, but didn't quite turn in his direction. "Today isn't the worst day of your life. Today and tomorrow… it's a cakewalk. And there will be people day in and day out, like they're afraid to leave you alone. The worst day? That's next week when there's nothing but quiet. Just a heads up."

"Appreciate the tip." And without another glance she walked away.

"Sure. Anytime."

His eyes found his way back to the blank sheet of paper. He had known Liz for years, and even though they've had their disagreements, she was his friend and tolerated him even when he didn't deserve it. This should be the simplest thing he's ever had to do.

But at the end of the day, it wasn't.


Bonnie's eyes opened slowly to notice a small light coming from the kitchen and Caroline walking upstairs. She sat up and did a mild stretch; trying to ease her muscles from switching from the couch to the floor for the past few days. Noticing that Matt, Elena, Stefan, and Tyler were still sound asleep taking up space on the floor, she made her way upstairs. It was a natural instinct to want to go check on Damon and how his speech was going, but she didn't want to be a distraction. These last few days had been solely focused on Caroline, and when Bonnie found herself alone with Damon she had this urge just to break down and display all of her emotions, and she didn't want to make someone else's tragedy about her. She had to remain strong, and Damon brought out this side of her that unhinged all of her defenses, and she couldn't deal with it right now.

Not today.

As she stood behind Caroline who stared out the window, in one of the guest rooms, she knew she didn't have to say a word to make her presence known.

"Do you remember when my mom finally got some vacation time and took me, you, and Elena hiking?" She asked. "I complained the whole trip." She stifled a laugh, yet trying to mask the pain and sadness in her voice.

Bonnie made her way beside Caroline and intertwined their fingers. "I remember neither of us getting any sleep because we were afraid of bears and snakes."

"And now the bears and snakes would be afraid of us."

They stood in silence for awhile; each staring outside; each lost in thought. And when Bonnie felt a shudder rumble through Caroline, she squeezed her hand a little tighter to provide any ounce of comfort she could.

"Care…"

"I just… I just don't understand how this…" The tears streamed out of Caroline's eyes as she breathed deeply and tried to get her words out. "I just don't understand how this keeps happening. How everyone keeps dying; how we keep losing our parents. First Elena's, my dad, your grams and dad, Tyler's mom… how does this happen, Bonnie…how?"

Bonnie wrapped her arms around her best friend in a tight embrace.

"I don't think I can breathe. I don't think I can…. I just want her back."

"I know…" She held onto her for dear life; the only thing Caroline didn't know was that she was providing a bit of strength for Bonnie as well; that she was keeping her upright. Because at the end of the day, all of their lives were so messed up and manipulated with the evils of the world. Liz Forbes wasn't the first death and they knew she wouldn't be the last.

The sadness and pain in Caroline's voice immediately turned to anger. "It just doesn't make sense. A robbery at a convenient store? Someone shot her in cold blood because she was doing her job? It doesn't make sense. Not with all the shit that goes on in this town."

At first Bonnie found it a little odd as well, because Liz had been the sheriff for years, and even though Mystic Falls had its fair share of supernatural, there really weren't that many criminals, and when they did have those types of occurrences, the police never really lost. Damon didn't buy it either, which resulted in him stealing the surveillance film from the authorities. But, it only proved that a masked man robbed the store and killed Liz and the cashier. It was still strange because the man was nowhere to be found.

"I'm such an awful daughter! I should have made sure she was taking at least a sip of the vile of blood I left her at home every day. I should have reminded her to add it to her coffee. I just... I should have been there to protect her, I should have…" She fell to the ground and Bonnie went right along with her. "I don't even think she realized how much I loved her."

"She knew. Caroline, she knew how wonderful of a daughter you are; how amazing you grew up to be. She was so proud of you. And the thing is she didn't even have to tell me. I could see the look in her eyes when we were growing up. You were literally everything to her. And no… it's not fair. None of this is fair. But your mother loved you so much."

It took a moment for Caroline to get her words straight as she tried to control her breathing. "H-how do you get pass this? How did you…?"

Bonnie may have not been the best person to answer that for her. Her mother left when she was a kid, only to come back and abandon her all over again, her grams passed away while Bonnie was in the other room preparing tea, and her dad was murdered right in front of her eyes, and she wasn't able to do anything but watch because she was technically dead. She had never really got passed any of it.

So all she could provide for Caroline was one simple word.

"Time." She gently cupped Caroline's face to look at her. "And I know you don't want to hear that right now…you may never want to hear it, but time…time can ease wounds. Will you ever forget or be one hundred percent without her? No. But time helps."

Caroline fell asleep cuddled into Bonnie's side for the rest of the night, as they lay on the guest bed. Bonnie had no intention of letting her go because at the end of the day, having someone there was better than not having anyone at all. She had learned that all too well because she had been alone plenty of times.

As she began drifting off to an unconscious state, something happened. One minute she was lying on the bed and the next she was standing outside with the sun shining around her. She realized that she was holding onto Caroline's hand, as they watched a younger version of Liz Forbes and a preteen Caroline sit on the ground with a bike near them. It was as if they were watching a movie.

She glanced at present day Caroline, but just for a moment before Liz's voice filled their ears.

"Ok. I've got Band-Aids, surgical gear, and a medevac enroute for an airlift."

"You're making fun of me."

"No, sweetheart. I'm making fun of me. There is no greater first than watching your kid without training wheels, and no worst first than seeing them bite the dust."

"Mommy?"

"Yes."

"Am I gonna die?"

"I would say your chances of survival are 100%"

"Are you gonna die?"

"Well… everyone dies eventually, sweetie, but not for a long, long time."

"But what if you die and I'm still here?"

"Well, then you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me."

"I think I'll always need you."

Bonnie's eyes shot open to the sun shining brightly through the window. Caroline was still sleeping and her face looked peaceful; absent of pain, but she knew it wouldn't last. She was actually surprised that she shared a memory with her, and yet honored at the same time.

Making her way downstairs, she tiptoed around the sleeping bodies and found herself in the kitchen to see Damon staring fixedly at an empty note pad with a pen fiddling around in his hand.

"You sat here all night?"

She could see the discomfort etched in his features when his eyes found hers.

"I don't know why I volunteered for this." He responded. "I can't do this. I'm not a nice person and I shouldn't stand in front of the whole town pretending that I am a nice person. I'm going to ruin it."

Bonnie provided a small smile and walked up behind him. She allowed her hands to massage out the kinks in his shoulders, in hopes to provide any ounce of comfort she could. The fact that Damon was so committed and compassionate over this touched her heart.

"Don't be hard on yourself." Her voice was soft and gentle to his ears. "This is beating you up because of what happened with your mom; with how you weren't able to give her eulogy. We all freeze up, Damon. Some things don't go as planned. But, you volunteered to do this because you knew that it would be too hard for Caroline to do and because Liz was your friend. This is about them today; this is about something you can do for them. You can do this." She then bent down and kissed his cheek. "You can say goodbye." She was about to lift back up and continue with his massage, but he grabbed her arm and positioned her to sit on his lap.

"If I…"He paused for a moment and rested his forehead against hers. "If I choke up…If I can't continue, will you…?"

"Of course." She finished his sentence and then gave him a light kiss on his lips.

They both knew what was going through the other's mind, even if they couldn't physically hear. They both wanted to connect again, even if it were for five minutes. But at the end of the day they both knew it would be selfish, and though Damon didn't really care, Bonnie would.

About an hour later, the gang was gathered around Caroline in the living room while she went over plans for her mother's funeral. The only one missing was Damon as he barricaded himself in his room to finish his speech.

"You've all asked what you can do to help." She said, looking at her list. "There are five days worth of projects on here. We are going to do them in one. We can break the rules and cut through the red tape. I expect my mom to be properly celebrated and buried by the end of the day."

It was Matt who spoke up first. "Sure, Care. Whatever you need."

Bonnie watched as Caroline's eyes found hers and Elena's. "You two are coming with me."

That made Bonnie and Elena glance at each other briefly, but then focused their attention back on Caroline. It was safe to say that Caroline was the only reason they were being cordial to one another and existing in the same room for more than thirty seconds.

"Where are we going?" Elena asked.

"Casket shopping. Let's move!"


While Bonnie was out with Caroline and everyone was doing their part, Damon was still having a love hate relationship with a piece of paper. Every time something good would come to him, he'd immediately think it was crap, and had to start all over again. Maybe he should have asked Bonnie to connect with him; to give him a boost of energy. But he was sure that the next time that happened between them, their clothes wouldn't be on that much longer. It was already hard keeping his hands to himself right now, and they were actually going through a crisis.

And now his baby brother decided to make his presence known, and interrupt him. He was never going to get anything done.

"Listen. I need your advice, and I need you to not be a dick about it because I have no one else to ask.

"Oh, this sounds promising." Damon's eyes still didn't leave the blank sheet of paper.

"What did I just say?"

Damon rolled his eyes, turned towards Stefan, and gestured for him to continue. "Alright look. Something happened between Caroline and me."

"Ooh! Finally!" He hoped his brother wasn't trying to shock him and tell him something that he didn't know. Because he was failing.

"And then her mom died, and I haven't had a chance to talk to her about it, and I don't know the best way to handle it.

If Stefan would have come to Damon a year ago…even several months ago, he would have probably advised him to just pack up and pull the cord before it go too crazy. But the fact that Stefan was actually coming to him with his problems on relationships, he knew that things were different.

"Not all love is true love, Stefan."

Those words left his lips because he and Stefan had both been in love with the same woman, but at the end of the day, that didn't mean that she was the one for either of them. It also made him think about the conversation he and Elena had a few days ago when she came over and brought back his things.

After begging to give them one more night and then she would leave his life forever, she brought his hands to her lips, and kissed them gently.

"That is… if you want me too."

It wouldn't be Damon if several thoughts didn't rush through his mind during her declaration. Once upon of time, he would have given the world and someone's decapitated head to hear her confess her love to him… to want him with the ferocity that he had wanted her with for so long. But now, things were different. He didn't want her like that.

And when she tried to kiss his lips, he stopped her.

"I'm not going to do this with you, Elena."

He didn't know why he didn't expect her to get upset and angry. "If you're supposedly not with her, I don't see the problem." She spat. "I get that you're mad I erased my memories, but I got them back as soon as you came home. And rebounding onto my best friend is ridiculous. You didn't even like her at one point."

"Things change, Elena." He stated. "Bonnie's not the rebound. She's not a phase; she's not revenge to get back at you. I fell in love with her. I'm in love with her. She could stand here in front of me right now and tell me that she doesn't feel the same way and just wanted to remain friends and I'd respect that and I'd still want to be in her life. I'm waiting for her, Elena, and I would wait for as long as she wanted me too."

He remembered the look on her face; anger, pain, hurt, and sadness, all mixed into one. But, it needed to be said. She needed to understand that Bonnie was the real deal and when he allowed someone to have his heart and could confess it to anyone; no one could make him change that.

"Care to give an explanation for what you just said?

Damon's concentration zoned back in on Stefan.

"Think about this. You've been in love twice your whole life, Stefan. Setting aside that it was technically the same face, does this feel like that? We all know that Caroline wants the real deal, but is that something you're ready for again?"

He was surprised yet enthused that it didn't take Stefan long to respond.

"I don't think right now I'm able to explain what I feel for her, but it is something. And yeah, maybe all love isn't true love in the messed up way that you and I have experience it but, I think this could turn into something even better." He paused for a moment. "Just like I think how it is between you and Bonnie… or what's already happening between you and Bonnie."

Damon nodded. How funny that they would fall for the best friends to the girl they had fought over; that the two people that they may have belonged to were right under their noses the whole time.

"I would wait though before you confess it all to her. Let her have today."

Stefan nodded.

"Now, get out of here." Damon said, turning back around and allowing his pen to hit the paper. "I think I know what to say now."


While everyone was slowing arriving inside the church, Bonnie noticed Caroline and Stefan talking, and took that time to head out and get some fresh air. All day she felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe. She wasn't a stranger of going over funeral plans, but actually doing it, never made anything easier.

Before walking outside, she noticed Damon and Elena talking down the hall, and she had every intention of just ignoring them and going outside, but momentarily, she stalled. They still hadn't had a chance to talk about whatever happened that day Elena showed up on his doorstep. But, something told Bonnie that she didn't have to worry. Whether she and Damon were just friends, in a relationship, or whatever it was they were doing, just seeing their actions now and how his concentration immediately flew to Bonnie, she had this feeling that nothing happened between them.

So, she provided him a tiny smile and walked outside before Damon could get it in his mind to come to her. She didn't want him to concentrate on her when he had a speech to deliver.

While she stood outside, she faked a smile to the guests coming in and cleared her throat a few times so she wouldn't allow any tears to come.

Tyler walking up gave her a breath of relief. That was until he went in for a hug, and she could smell the alcohol streaming from his pores.

"Whoa there," She held him up when he fell into her a little. "Ty… are you drunk?"

"That depends." He straightened himself up a little. "How many days in a row can someone drink before they're just normal?""

He was about to walk past her, but she gripped onto his hand, causing him to turn around.

"Bonnie…"He croaked, letting her know how much pain he was really in, and how much he was trying not to show any emotion as well.

Before anything else could be said, Bonnie embraced Tyler in his arms. Not long ago, Tyler lost his mom as well, so of course this day would be hard for him as well. He held onto her like he would break if she let him go.

"We've lost everyone." He rested his head in the crook of her neck and she could feel his tears against her skin. "How do we survive this?"

It was rare to see Tyler in this form, because even when they were kids, he rarely showed emotion.

Bonnie then grabbed his face gently in her hands. "It's not fair. None of it is fair. And none of us should have to go through this. But you need to take a deep breath, sober up, and go in there and support Caroline. Because we know how it feels and we know that the first couple of months are crucial. And we know that at random moments we feel like we don't even want to be alive anymore. So, you're going to go to the bathroom, rinse your face off, and I'll wait for you, and we'll go in there together."

He nodded and left to the bathroom.

A few minutes later he came out, grabbed her hands, and stared at them.

"I noticed when I walked up here how fidgety your hands were. We may not be around each other like we use too, but I remember that means you're trying to hold it all in while using your hands as a scape goat."

She almost forgot that she and Tyler spent a lot of time together growing up. But, she didn't think he'd remember her little quirks.

"All I'm saying is that it's okay… to you know… cry in front of me. I won't think any different of you."

She provided a smile and put her arm in his. "Maybe tomorrow."

Because right now, she probably wouldn't stop if she started.

She and Tyler snuck in quietly and sat in the back. Damon was already standing up front and she could tell that he was a bit nervous. Though, when his eyes found hers, she gave him an encouraging smile, and it seemed to have helped him begin.

"Liz Forbes was my friend. There were times when she would put me in my place and I couldn't help but to respect her for it, because not a lot of people could." His eyes then found Caroline. "Your mother always talked about you every chance she got. She always wanted you to know how proud of you she was. And she should be. You're a beautiful, strong woman, a generous friend, and a bright light in a sea of dark. She said you were extraordinary, and you are, and so was she. Liz was a hero to this town, she was a hero to all of you, and she was a hero to me. Goodbye, Sheriff. You will be missed."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house.


That night, Bonnie and Elena showed up on Caroline's porch, both with the same thoughts in their mind. Even though they weren't on good terms right now, they were mature enough to put it all aside to focus on their best friend.

"I said I was fine you guys." Caroline said, not turning around as they entered.

"We don't believe you." Elena confessed.

Bonnie watched Caroline's movements as Elena informed her about how she only mentioned about getting through today day and not tomorrow.

"That's the plan right? You're not going to feel tomorrow because you're going to turn it all off?"

She watched as Caroline looked between them. "I thought I could get through the rough patch and just pick myself up after, like I usually do, but then Damon made me realize it's just going to get worse."

"You listened to Damon?"

Bonnie tried her best not to roll her eyes and show her distaste for Elena mentioning Damon's name and how it sound as if she were accusing him. She made it seem like listening to Damon was such a bad thing when not even five minutes ago the doppelganger swore by him.

When she listened back in on the conversation, Elena was informing Caroline that there was nothing better about flipping off the humanity switch.

"That is your experience, okay? I have more control over my vampire side than you ever did." Caroline argued. "My experience will be different."

"It's not going to be different; you saw what happened to me when I did it."

"Yeah, that's my point, Elena!"

When Caroline snapped, Bonnie braced herself, just in case she had to step in, because the way Caroline was feeling right now, she didn't want her to do anything she'd regret later. She and Elena may not be getting along, but that didn't mean she'd want her permanently dead.

"You couldn't handle the pain when your brother died so you turned it off. Damon died, so you erased your memories, Stefan moved to Savannah and became an auto mechanic. What, do you think that you guys are the only ones who get to escape grief?"

When the tears escaped Caroline's eyes and she explained how it wasn't fair, Bonnie knew exactly what was coming next. She didn't know if it was because she knew Caroline so well or that her witch abilities could practically sense it.

And yet Bonnie didn't move to try and stop it; she just watched as it all played out in front of her.

"None of it is fair." Elena hugged her. "I'm not gonna let you do this."

Even though she knew it was coming, Bonnie still jumped a little when Caroline snapped Elena's neck.

"That's not your choice to make." She said, as Elena fell to the ground.

Caroline's eyes then found Bonnie's, and for a moment they stood in silence; just staring at each other.

Before Bonnie could get a word out, Caroline beat her to it, "I don't need you to burst my brain for doing this. I just needed her to be quiet."

"I'm not."

"My mom is dead. I-It hurts so bad, and I can't do worse. I can't, okay? I shouldn't have too." She paused. "I know that if you had the chance you would have turned it off too, don't tell me that you wouldn't have."

Bonnie couldn't do that. There were times that she wished she could have vampire traits and turn it all off. So, she couldn't blame Caroline for not wanting to feel anything.

"I just don't want you to do anything you'll regret." And she also didn't want her friend to hurt innocent people and make her have to intervene.

"I just don't want to feel anything right now. Hurting and killing people aren't a part of the plan."

Before Bonnie could say anything else, Caroline disappeared in front of her eyes. And no sooner did Bonnie lay Elena on the couch, Stefan entered.

"Bonnie, what happened?"

"Caroline…" And Bonnie knew that was all Stefan needed to hear. "We all grieve differently, but I don't want her to be alone, and right now she's not going to want me there… or Elena. But she loves you, and I can tell that you love her, so… don't let anything happen to her. And when she's ready for me, tell her I'll be there."

She then wrote down Caroline's location on a piece of paper and gave it to Stefan. Bonnie's magic was growing, so it wasn't hard for her to locate her friend without a locator spell.

Once he left, she took a deep breath, looked at Elena one more time, wiped the tears before they escaped her eyes, and made her way to the boardinghouse.

She needed to see Damon; she needed a familiar sense of calm before she lost her mind.

A soft yet tantalizing melody led Bonnie right into the living room of the boardinghouse to witness Damon playing the violin in front of the fireplace. Seeing him so concentrated and practically being one with the instrument was beautiful. Damn near mesmerizing.

It was in that moment that Bonnie remembered Damon telling her that he played the violin as a child, and that his mother stuck up for him when his father didn't approve. Though he hadn't really played since he was human, it was obvious that some things you learn just never go away.

Sitting on the arm rest of the couch behind him, she allowed his music to flow through her. They may have not been connected anymore, but she could practically feel what he was feeling while he played; while he came undone.

And once he stopped, it was as if the whole room stopped; almost as if they were frozen.

Bonnie definitely didn't expect him to throw his violin in the fireplace.

"Damon!" she automatically jumped up at his actions.

He didn't turn around to her, but she could sense that he was trying not to fall apart. She understood that he was a vampire and he felt like breaking down would be out of character, but she needed him to understand that it was okay to let it all out.

Standing behind him, she wrapped her arms around his abdomen, and held onto him tightly, not caring that he tensed up a little.

"It's okay, Damon, it's okay… you don't have to be strong in front of me."

"I should have forced my blood down her throat! Every time I came in contact with her, I should have..." He yelled. "I should have been able to do her eulogy. I should have never let father take her away. I should have been there the moment she took her last breath. I shouldn't have failed her."

Bonnie knew he was no longer talking about Liz, but his mother. She then led him over to the couch and pulled up a chair to sit in front of him.

"I'm going to do something for you, okay? Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do."

She gently placed her hands on his face.

"Close your eyes."

And he did.

Bonnie whispered an incantation; trying to brace them both for what was about to come next.

It got quiet again as she tried to ease Damon's mind, and all of a sudden memories burst through their brains simultaneously.

Bonnie was witnessing a young Damon Salvatore kneeling beside a woman's bed that resembled him.

"Mommy, I don't want you to leave."

"Oh, Damon, I'm always going to be in here." She touched his chest and wiped a tear from his eye. "You just make sure you follow your heart and don't let Giuseppe take your dreams away from you."

"Yes ma'am." He sniffled.

"You are destined for greatness, Damon. Always remember that. I love you, my son. Take care of yourself and your brother."

When Bonnie watched as Damon's younger self and his mother hugged, the connection broke and she was now staring in the eyes of present day Damon. The tears had formed in his eyes, and she wiped them away just like his mother had.

"See. Your mom loved you, Damon. You weren't a disappointment. And you're not one now."

Kissing his lips gently must have triggered something, because the next thing Bonnie knew, she was holding Damon in her arms as he cried. She had seen Damon with tears in his eyes before, but him actually breaking down and crying… him sharing that level of vulnerability with her, broke her heart yet soothed it all the same.


Damon wasn't sure how long he had been sleeping, but when he woke up it was still dark outside. After Bonnie showed him a glimpse from the past, he couldn't hold it in anymore. She provided a level of security tonight that he desperately needed.

And now he had to go find her, because she was no longer lying beside him. He remembered her taking him upstairs and he practically hogged all the space on the bed just to lie his head on top of her stomach and be close to her.

He was about to listen closely to catch her breathing to find out where she was, but a burnt smell entered his nose. Automatically assuming the worse, he was in the kitchen standing in front of her in no time.

He found Bonnie baking, and that confused the hell out of him.

"What are you doing?"He asked, watching her stir ingredients together.

"What does it look like I'm doing," She sniffed a bit. "I'm baking."

"You don't bake."

She glanced at him, "I bake. I baked for you all the time in the other world."

"No, you burned for me all the time. I even gave you specific instructions one time, and you still messed it up."

"These will be better." That's when her eyes widened. "Shoot." She scurried over to the stove, put on her mitts, and pulled out a pan full of burnt cookies.

Damon gave her a look.

"We could scrape the burnt parts off."

He then watched as she focused back on stirring the mix. "The cake will turn out better, I promise."

It was safe to say that in their prison world, he cooked most of the time. She had a few dishes she could perfect, but baking sure as hell wasn't one of them. He knew that everything that she was doing right now was to mask the pain she was feeling.

"Bonnie it's four in the morning. Come back to bed with me. We can bake tomorrow."

"No."

He walked over to her, and gently took the cake beater out of her hand. She took a deep breath when he turned her around to face him. He lifted her chin up to look at him. He noticed her fidget with her fingers, and he grabbed them softly within his.

"It's okay, Bonnie. These past few days, you've been running around here, helping Caroline, helping me. Not once have you cried like everyone else. And I know you're strong. I know you're stronger than everyone, but I think you feel like you're not able to do it. I feel like you don't think you can. But Liz was a part of your life too, and you have lost people as well, and it's okay…." She tried to move her face away to not look at his eyes, but he brought it back as gentle as he could. "It's okay. Just like I unleashed it all, you can too."

They stared at each other for what felt like hours.

"Liz was supposed to live." She cleared her throat as the tears escaped her eyes. "She was supposed to live. And my Grams, and my dad, Ms. Lockwood, Miranda, Grayson, Vickey… they were supposed to live. Why does this happen?" She cried in his arms. "Why do we keep losing people? And now Caroline's turning off her emotions and Elena and I aren't even talking. And none of it…none of this is fair."

He picked her up and carried her back to his bed as she continued to cry in his arms. He held her close, while her head rested against his chest, and their legs intertwined.

When her tears ceased a bit, her voice filled his ears.

"Damon, I know this may come off as clingy or needy, but right now I don't care. I don't want you to leave me. You're the constant in my life, and I just… even if we get mad at each other, even if things just don't go as planned or work out, I don't want us to stop being there for each other."

He placed a kiss on her forehead. To him, he found a bit of humor in the fact that she asked. Damon had already come to the conclusion that he was never going to leave her. She wasn't just a constant for him, she was his safe haven. She was home. There wasn't really a better explanation for it.


Bonnie woke up standing in the Mystic Falls grave yard. To say she was freaked out was an understatement. She knew she was dreaming, but something seemed incredibly off.

When she noticed that she was standing in front of Liz Forbes tombstone, the wind picked up and it began snowing pretty badly; almost as if she were in some weird snow tundra.

What the hell was going on?

"Bonnie Bennett, as I live and breathe."

Kai.

"Have I ever told you how stunning you truly are?"

She glared at him. "Cut the shit. What are you doing in my head?" This may have not been the first time he had made an appearance in her dreams, but this was the first time she didn't wake up right after, missing her chance to ask.

"To talk to you of course," His nonchalant attitude bothered her. "Those other times I wasn't able to communicate with you and then you'd unconsciously throw me out. You know by unpopular belief you are exceptionally strong. I can practically smell every single magic that's ever been known in this galaxy inside of you. I wonder why that is." He walked around her, so close, almost like he was trying to seduce her, but it definitely wasn't working. Instead, it almost made her want to gouge her eyes out. "Whatever it is, it smells delicious. You know you and I could be a true team. A power couple if you may." He brought her fingers to his lips and placed a soft kiss upon them.

"That would never happen." She yanked her hand away.

"Why because you're so sweet on Damon? Witches and vampires together? Rules sure have changed since my day."

"A lot of things can change when you're imprisoned in another dimension. I can send you back there permanently if you'd like."

He grinned. "Now where will the fun in that be? You must be wondering why I'm in your dreams. Well, Bon-Bon. That's your nickname right? Bon-Bon? Or is that just reserved for Damon? Anyways, I did something pretty bad, and since I still have Luke's humanity swimming around inside of me, I feel the need to tell someone in hopes that it'll make my conscious clear; in hopes that I won't feel this gaping pain in my chest… this sadness."

On a scale of 1 to 10 on how much Bonnie didn't care to hear his woe is me act; she would have to say 100 wouldn't have even come close. She tried using her magic against him, but since she was technically dreaming, nothing was working, or whatever Kai was doing to her was keeping her powers dormant.

She just really wanted to wake up.

"Don't worry, you'll wake up soon, but since you're like super emotional right now, and I'm a little juiced, I'm able to stay right here in your little noggin." He tapped her head, and she jerked away. "So, anyways, onto my story. I was strolling along an abandoned street. You know, minding my own business, contemplating life, and thinking how I could slit my father's throat for putting me in a prison world for almost two decades. And while I thought about that, I began to feel bad. I can't even think about killing someone without feeling this strain in my chest." He paused for a moment. "Where was I? Oh right, so as I'm walking, this vampire comes out of nowhere and stands right in front of me. She's like insanely hot, and she smiles at me, and proceeds to compel me. I can't be compelled, but she didn't know that, so I decided to play along. Plus she was ready, I was willing, so why not? So, as she faked compelled and was about to stick her fangs in my neck, I was gonna let her taste a little and possibly choke on it until I pulled out her heart. But, then sirens appeared. They just filled the air. Can you say cock block? And guess who walks out of the police car?" Bonnie knew he was waiting for her to answer, but she wasn't going too; especially when something was beginning to dawn on her. "Not gonna guess? Okay, fine. Sherriff Forbes walks out. I guess she doesn't recognize me because she was actually telling me to come over slowly while she had a gun pointed at my lady of the night. I guess they were filled with wooden bullets. Anyway, that's beyond the point. I walk up to her, with my innocent face on, and I stand behind her." His eyes stared menacingly into hers. "She never saw me putting my hands around her neck and twisting it until I felt her bones crack beneath my fingertips."

Bonnie didn't know if she had fallen to the ground or if she were still standing still. All she knew was that she couldn't feel anything. Kai had kill Liz?

"And then my lady vamp's eyes widen, and I decided to use my little disappearing trick on her and appeared right in front of her to pull out her heart. And the thing is, I don't feel bad about the lady that had eyes for me, and wanted me for her little play snack. I actually feel bad about the Sherriff. She didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to get Luke's stupid humanity out of me. And it still didn't work. I felt awful. I actually cried. I don't remember the last time I cried. So, anyways, I cast a little spell to make it look like a robbery happen at one of the convenient stores in town. Oh, and I killed the clerk too, and I felt bad about that too."

Bonnie still couldn't process anything. Kai had really killed Sheriff Forbes. He brutally murdered her without a second thought just to see if he would feel better. How was she going to tell everyone this?

Her eyes then glared into his. "I'm going to kill you."

"You won't. I'm surprised you're not wondering why I'm telling you this. Well first it's because I heard when you confide in someone, you instantly feel a breath of relief. And they were right. I feel a lot better. But with all that being said, you won't remember any of this. I can't have you and your little friends trying to torture me. And you know just as well as I do that I could kill them without even batting an eyelash now that I've merged."

She stood her ground when he stepped in front of her. "Thank you so much for the talk, I do feel better. I guess you bring out the best in me." He then kissed her cheek. "I'll be seeing you, Bonnie."

Before Bonnie could even say anything, darkness filled her vision.


A/N: Thank you for reading part ii to the last chapter. I really do hope you enjoyed.

If you watch Grey's Anatomy, Derek helped me with that little speech Damon gave Elena. I changed it around, but I did use some parts. Also, the part where Damon was thinking that Bonnie was pretty much like coming home. I got that off of Orange is the New Black, when the characters were explaining what love meant to them.

Trust me, Bonnie & Damon are still going to have a talk about the connection they shared and how they want to do it again. They will also talk about Damon & Elena, even though Bonnie already has a feeling he didn't do anything with her which he would be correct.

I know some people may like Kai, and I like him as a true villain. So, yes, I had him kill Liz Forbes, instead of going the cancer route. I think Chris Wood is a phenomenal actor, and insanely hot, but I wouldn't expect him to be the bad character gone good in here.

Well, anywho, thank you for all your continued support with this story and I hope you all continue to read. Please review =)