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The Grille was mostly empty save the odd business meetings and late lunches of a few patrons. In a few hours the students of Mystic Falls would arrive to crowd the area. Stefan and Bonnie made their way to a booth seat in the dark corner of the restaurant with their drinks; Stefan had chosen a hard whiskey on the rocks, while Bonnie settled for a warm cider.

"Are you serious?" Stefan asked at the bar when they ordered their drinks. "That's nonalcoholic."

"It's a little early to be getting smashed," Bonnie said. She mindlessly kicked her legs as they dangled off the bar stool, narrowly missing Stefan's as he leaned against the bar.

"Alcohol helps curb cravings."

"I know, but I just ate."

The bartender slid them their drinks before attending to another customer. Stefan sipped his liquor gingerly as they headed to their table.

"How are your cravings?" Stefan asked while they waited for their food to arrive.

"They're fine," Bonnie lied. She sipped her cider and watched the kitchen doors.

"You can be honest, Bonnie. You're talking to The Ripper. No judgment here," Stefan said quietly.

A waiting silence fell between them. Eventually her gaze made its way to him and Stefan spoke again, "Although I don't know who you would get it from." He hunched over the table. "Out of all of us you have the most self-control."

Bonnie chuckled darkly. "I used to think so."

She didn't offer anything more than that. Stefan waited and watched, watched and waited.

"The cravings are…almost unbearable. It's like-" Bonnie hunched over the table to meet Stefan halfway. "I have to feed almost three times as much as Caroline…that I've seen. I have all of these desires to do things I would have never wanted to. I still don't want to! But the urges are so strong and it takes everything that I have to keep myself in control." She paused and then added, "And it's not just the blood."

She checked the kitchen doors; as if on cue, two waiters walked through and headed their way.

"Food's coming," Bonnie said before sitting back. The waiter placed Bonnie's cinnamon roll, cherry pie slice, and a loaded Belgian waffle on the table and moved out of the way for Stefan's fries.

"Thank you," the two vampires said at the same time. The waiters meandered away. Stefan dropped his chin on his hand and took in the three-course dessert meal. He looked at Bonnie and she pointed her fork at him threateningly. "You said no judgment."

Stefan repressed a smile as best as possible. "Not judging. Just surprised. I was wondering why you ordered before coming to the bar."

Bonnie stabbed off a piece of pie. Their waiter returned with more enthusiasm than Bonnie could currently tolerate.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two?" he asked.

Stefan tried not to look at Bonnie. A hot puff of air pushed past her lips in defeat. "Can you please make this cider alcoholic."

"Of course! May I see your ID?"

Bonnie looked at Stefan who covered his mouth and looked in any other direction. Bonnie grit her teeth and turned back to the waiter. She looked him squarely in the eye and took a deep breath before saying, "You don't need to see my ID."

The waiter stared back, hypnotized. He snapped back into his chipper self when the compulsion was finished. "Coming right up!"

"You didn't have to make me do that," Bonnie grumbled. She began eating her pie; every time she took a bite her teeth CLACKED down hard onto the metal fork and scraped the food off.

"That was your first time you used compulsion, wasn't it?" Stefan asked.

Bonnie abandoned half of her pie for the Belgian waffles. She poured warm blueberry syrup over the mountain of whipped cream before cutting into it.

"You don't have to like it, but its important to practice," Stefan said

Bonnie took another bite of her waffles. "I'm just not comfortable manipulating innocent strangers against their will."

"It might save your life one day."

Bonnie slowly put the fork and knife down. "So I can feed off of someone else? So I can kill them?" she asked. Her eyes flickered darkly.

Stefan eased back into his seat. "You don't know that will happen."

"Every vampire kills eventually." She picked up her fork. "It's only a matter. For me, for Elena, for anyone unlucky enough to call themselves a vampire."

She ripped off a piece of her cinnamon roll.

Stefan picked at a fry. "I didn't order these. Did you order these for me?"

She stuffed her mouth with the rest of her waffle. "It'd be weird if I was the only one eating," she answered after managing to swallow. "But I put it all on Damon's tab."

"In that case…" Stefan dipped the fry into ketchup and threw it in his mouth.


A red dart hit the center of the dart board. Bonnie booed as she pulled the darts out for her and Stefan's third rematch.

"Alright, what's your question?" She slapped the five red darts into his hand.

Stefan swallowed the rest of his fourth drink as he thought. "Mm!" He pointed at Bonnie with the hand holding his cup. "Why'd you eat the cinnamon roll last?" he asked.

Bonnie sighed. "That's your question? Next round we're asking each other something dangerous."

"You still have to answer."

The sound of arriving students distracted Bonnie as she tried to think of a three sentence answer to the question. "I don't know…it was something I was really craving so I wanted to savor it. Sometimes the thing you want most takes the longest to get."

Stefan held up his thumb and index finger; one more sentence. Bonnie bounced her hand on her leg.

"And…it reminded me of Caroline's blood. Next round?"

"It's going to get crowded soon…"

"It's supposed to be five questions. We have two more to go. We can leave after."

"Let's finish this another day."

"If you forfeit that means you have to do a dare. Any dare. Do you want to forfeit?"

Stefan's mouth thinned into a straight line but he threw the darts anyways. He aimed his last dart. Gainsey Fitzgerald, a jock in their history class, stumbled into Stefan; the dart flew out out of Stefan's hand and into the wall above the aboard.

"Ouch," Bonnie said.

Gainsey slapped Stefan's stomach. "Oh shit, I'm sorry dude. Good thing no one got hit right? Hey, Bonnie."

"See you, Gainse." She perched her hand on her hip. "That'll probably cost you, Salvatore."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with."

Bonnie threw each dart without trying. Stefan was already beat. The last dart hit the board and he gave her a slow clap as he walked to the board.

He held out her darts. "What's your "dangerous" question?"

Bonnie looked around the now crowded restaurant. "Why…" she started slowly, "are you worried about Elena?"

Stefan folded his arms. "Why do you think I'm worried-"

"That's not how the game works."

Stefan hung his head, the weight of the world returning back to his shoulders. Bonnie wished she hadn't asked the question.

"I'm worried about how vampirism is changing her. I knew she didn't want to become a vampire, but I couldn't stop it. The two of you are very similar, but also very…different."

He raised his head. Bonnie nodded quietly. He cleared his throat.

"Your move, Bennett."

She waited for a group of girls to pass by. A girl with short black hair passed by last. She unwound the scarf from her neck and the cashmere material stroked Bonnie's hand as the girl stuffed it in her purse. Bonnie's eyes followed her around the corner of the restaurant where the group disappeared to the bathroom. She threw her darts perfectly, until the fifth dart hit the outer room.

"Ouch," Stefan repeated. "Looks like that's going to cost you, Bennett."

He smiled cockily and watched Bonnie's face as he threw every dart without looking. It was bullseye for each one.

"Wha-?"

"My final question, Miss Bennett," Stefan announced candidly. He stepped very close- closer than Stefan usually bothered to intrude- and asked, "Are you sleeping with my brother?"

Bonnie's jaw slackened and her eyes went wide. It took her a few seconds for her to find her voice. "You hustled me?"

Stefan smiled triumphantly "I didn't even want to play the game." When all she did was glare his brow furrowed. "Do you forfeit?"

Bonnie gulped down the rest of her drink and slammed down the empty cup.

"Yes, I slept with him."

She spun on her heel to escape but Stefan grabbed her arm. He brought her back to their safe little bubble of non-prying ears.

"And?"

"It's fun. And it's also embarrassing."

Stefan erupted into laughter. Bonnie punched his shoulder and he let go of her. The two made their way to the front of the restaurant, expertly dodging the crowd.

"It's not funny, Stefan. It's sick."

Stefan chuckled lightly. "It's kind of funny."

She grimaced. "How is this funny?"

Stefan pushed out into the crisp air cutting through the town. He smiled pleasantly as he held the door open for Bonnie. "Because its sick."

Bonnie punched him again. "Shut up. Crap, I forgot my jacket."

"Don't tell me you're drunk, Bonnie."

"Shut up!"

She rushed back into The Grille and swiped her jacket from the table edge by the darts. She was sliding between the bodies of her peers with ease when someone grabbed her hand.

"Bonnie!" Matt pulled her back into the throng before she escaped. The cold had reddened his cheeks and the tip of his ears. Soon they would start calling him Rudolph when the winter turned his nose bright red.

"Matt! Hey!" Bonnie greeted.

"Are you coming or going?"

"I'm leaving, actually. I just came back to grab my jacket."

"So this is where you disappeared to. You ditched 4th through 6th period to chill at The Grille alone?"

"I wasn't alone. I was with Stefan."

"Oh," Matt said settling on a frown.

"Yeah…just-you know- the cold I have."

"Right. The cold." The corner of his lip turned up again.

"Yeah."

Matt let go of her hand. "Okay. See you later, Bon. Feel better."

Bonnie hugged Matt tightly. "Thanks, Matt. We'll talk later, okay?"

And she was back out the door. Stefan stood nearby.

"What now?" he asked her.

"Actually…I was hoping to do some research about vampirism. Stuff about newly turned vampires and witches that were turned. Do you know of anything like that?"

Stefan nodded. "Believe it or not, Damon and I have been collecting historical and supernatural accounts since you and Elena decided to turn. We can go back to the boarding house to do some reading if you want?"

"I'll tell Care to meet us there then. Have I ever mentioned you guys can be useful at times?"

"I believe this is the first. Not that I notice those sort of things."

They got in Stefan's litter red car. And as Bonnie buckled her seatbelt into place, she wondered why he hadn't mentioned where Elena was or when she would be back.


Stefan carried three glasses and a two blood bags into the Salvatore library. He placed them on the table he, Bonnie, and Caroline worked on. Dozens of books, encyclopedias, and tomes were scattered around the area as they scribbled any important information in their notebooks. Caroline looked up from doodling a picture of an actual baby vampire and instantly brightened.

"Yay, snacks!" She grabbed a glass and started pouring a blood bag into it. She handed it to Stefan then grabbed a second glass. "So, Bonnie, I assume you'll be dining from La Forbes?"

"You assume correctly."

Caroline bit into her wrist and let the blood drain into the glass. Bonnie took the half full glass with a grateful smile. Stefan cleared his throat and gave Bonnie an encouraging nod.

"Can I- um- have some more? Please…"

"Sure!" Caroline chirped. She took a second bite and topped off the glass.

"Thanks."

Caroline emptied the rest of the blood bag in the last glass. Halfway through pouring, Damon and Elena returned from their mystery adventure. Elena skipped into the room and Damon sauntered in.

"Hey everyone!" she greeted happily. She wound her her arms around Stefan and kissed him on the lips. "I missed you," she crooned to Stefan, rubbing noses.

"Is that human blood you're drinking, Bonnie?" Damon asked loudly before Stefan and Elena could get too graphic.

"No, it's mine," Caroline threw in.

"In that case..." Damon disappeared and reappeared in an instant. He brought two more glasses to the table and poured the last blood bag into it. He offered one of the two to the doppleganger. "Elena?"

Elena took it hesitantly. She peeked at Bonnie. The ex-witch merely shrugged.

Elena let out a relieved sigh and said, "I know that out of the five of us, only one of us planned on becoming a vampire- I know this isn't what we expected, maybe not even what we wanted, but if I had to choose any people to spend the rest of eternity with, it'd be you guys."

Elena smiled at each one of them and then gazed at Stefan.

"We belong together."

The couple lost themselves in each other's eyes. Bonnie politely looked while Caroline sighed wistfully, probably thinking about Tyler, and Damon shifted impatiently where he stood. She shook her head, picturing the seething envy that marred his face when he watched Stefan and Elena. She chanced a glance at him for her own sick pleasure.

Her heart jumped to her throat when she caught Damon staring at her- glaring at her with an ugly smile. She looked away reflexively and wanted to kick herself. She steeled her gaze and looked back, but his mood and demeanor had already shifted to an absent cockiness as he studied the blood in his glass.

Elena raised her hand for the toast. "To us," she finished.

The rest of them follow suit. "To us," they echoed.

Bonnie sipped lightly, keenly aware of the taste of Carline's blood- that it was not the leathery wrap of ice- that is was not Damon's.


Bonnie strolled around Damon's room after she had lied to everyone about doing more research to stay behind at the Salvatore mansion- or mainly just Elena. She could hear Damon rustling around downstairs, but she slowed her prowl in front of his bed to wait for his return. The blue eyed vampire moseyed into his room effortlessly and stopped at the sight of Bonnie.

"Why is your room so sparse?" Bonnie asked.

Damon walked to his closet to hang his leather jacket up. "I try not to shit where I eat- or sleep."

"That's debatable."

Damon closed the door of his closet and turned to Bonnie with his hands on his hips. He looked so much like Stefan right then, but with none of the carefully concealed aggressiveness. "Did you stay here for a fight?"

Something like that. Bonnie folded her arms and pursed her lips before speaking.

"What's your problem with me, Damon?"

Damon scoffed, already trying to check out of the conversation. "I could ask you the same question."

"Really? It's not glaringly obvious after all the time? Should I remind you?"

"Please don't. Once you start, you'll never stop."

Bonnie dropped her arms and her hands smacked against her thighs. "There it is right there. You know everyone's problems with you, you just don't do anything about it. You're antagonistic."

"Rich coming from someone who tried to stake me not too long ago." He jabbed a finger into his chest dramatically.

"You deserved it."

"I'm not sure I ever do."

"You never apologize to anyone for anything! You never apologized to me for everything you had a hand in."

Damon scoffed loudly and looked t the heavens as if they would save him. "Is that what you need? I'm sorry, Bonnie. I'm sorry I came into your life and everything became so awful."

"I would be mad if that wasn't the attitude I expected from you," Bonnie said nonplussed.

Damon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. His shoulders dropped, his guard was down. He had let Bonnie win. "What do you want?" he asked exasperatedly.

"I want you to be honest. Stop acting like you don't care-"

"Newsflash, Bonnie! Yes, I care! I care about and Elena. When it comes to her dumb brother or that obnoxious, prattling blonde and her jock boyfriends, I care considerably- considerably- less, but I'd raise a finger for them. And you? I care about you insanely stubborn drive to lose your mind trying not to feed on human blood. I care about what whatever happens will do to you. I care about you. Okay?"

Bonnie kept herself from showing anything but curiosity and confusion. She walked toward Damon and stopped a foot away from him.

"Why were you looking at me like that during Elena's toast?"

Damon measured her up silently with his eyes. If he didn't trust her now, she didn't know when he ever would. "Because for some reason, I want you, but you don't want me, otherwise you wouldn't keep running away from me. You think I'll poison you." His voice trailed off as he watched her for her answer before she could speak.

Bonnie watched Damon's insecurities swirl around his pupils before being swallowed by the gravity of his secrets. Could Bonnie let them suck her in too? "You're right…I do think you'll poison me…but I want you. I want you too." Her voice was hesitant and careful but still steady.

She closed the foot between them. She could feel Damon even though she wasn't touching him. "Everything is different now. I tried so hard to do the right thing, but it didn't matter. Maybe this was inevitable…becoming vampires."

"So what now?"

Bonnie stuck two of her fingers into the waist of Damon's jeans and pulled him into the inch of space between them. His hands framed her hips as he swayed them side to side. Bonnie stared at Damon's lips.

"A very stupid person once insinuated I should do what I want more," she said. She skimmed Damon's chin with the tip of her nose.

He lowered his face, letting his mouth drag along the skin of her cheek. "Sounds like good advice," he murmured. The strong smell of alcohol wrapped around Bonnie. She hugged his waist and leaned into the warmth of his palms when he cupped her face.

"To an idiot, maybe."

Damon smirked playfully. "Takes one to know one."

He got the last word. Damon tasted her and for the first time it was something more than hate for him, for herself, for the crazy town they lived in, for her messed up life. When she kissed him it much softer; her bites were gentle nips and when she grasped him it didn't leave bruises anymore. She unbuttoned his shirt as Damon rolled his tongue in her mouth. She pulled the shirt off and threw is aside just as Damon swooped her off her feet and carried her to his bed.

Their wet lips slid over each other, their hot breaths colliding, their immortal bodies intertwining. Damon slid Bonnie's dress off and ran his hands up and down her body, grinding his bulge against her crotch. Bonnie moaned, dragging her hands down the ridges of Damon's abs. She opened her mouth wide and took in Damon's tongue, bucking against him slowly until she undid his jeans and pushed them off of his ass.

The thin layers of cotton keeping them from each other threatened to burn off from friction. Damon snuck his hand in between them and into her panties. Bonne bucked again, letting his fingers reach her waiting nub. They both moaned when Damon touched her wetness and rubber her in small, fast circles. Damon sucked the pulse in Bonnie's neck and slid two fingers inside of her.

Bonnie squirmed to bring him in deeper, wishing they weren't just fingers. It was the best and worst part of foreplay. Damon crooned sweet nothings into her ear before taking a moment to suck on her earlobe; he gave her lobe a forceful suck right as he pressed his fingers into her g-spot, hooking his fingers into her as she jolted her hips upward and gave an energetic moan.

Bonnie tousled his hair, yanked on it, buried her nose into his scalp as he made her come.

"You have to be honest now, Bonnie," she heard Damon say through her climax. "Tell me what you want."

He reached inside of her till he couldn't anymore again and again and again, coaxing more breathy whimpers out of her.

"I want you," she gasped into his mouth before sucking on his tongue and bottom lip. She pulled away with a noticeable smack.

"Who?" Damon asked. He took back his fingers and made her panties disappear over his shoulder. She kept him close as he shimmied his boxer briefs down his thighs.

"You," Bonnie answered. Damon rubbed his naked cock along her but not entering her yet, letting Bonnie's opening kiss the length of him.

"Say my name."

"Damon."

"Say it again," he ordered.

"Damon!" she groaned. Every ripple inside of her flexed over Damon as he pushed inside of her, then inched out, and pushed inside of her again- a teasing game of tug of war that Bonnie would not be able to take for too long. He eased himself all the way in; they were completely skin to skin.

He let his dick nestle inside of her with eyes closed, feeling Bonnie's muscles tense and release around him, getting wetter with each breath he took. "Why do you want me?"

Bonnie opened her eyes despite her thumping heart beating in her ears. "Because for some stupid reason...I like you," she whispered against his lips.

Damon searched her eyes for lies and seemingly found none. He kissed her and pulled out of her just to thrust back in.


very sleepy.

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