A/N: Finally back! Oh, how I've missed you all. I don't know if it's because it's summer and no one feels like reading/writing but there has seemed to be a decrease in updates/reviews to Bamon fics. Well, I'm still here working on my stuff and waiting for my fave writers to update their fics as well.

I can't stress this enough, this fic is a DRAMA so very dramatic things will happen. When I do it, I do it big, lol. So, if you hate this story and everyone in it, all I can say is thank you for stopping by, and I say that with the utmost sincerity.

That was obviously not for the majority of you. I've been shown such love and understanding, and I enjoy reading your reviews. You all are the reason I stay up late working on my fanfiction rather than my original stories or resting for work, lol.

I hope ya'll are ready for this one!

Song Credit: Enemy by The Weeknd

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They belong to The CW. No copyright infringement intended.


11 - Enemy

I'd rather be your enemy

Than any friend you think I could be

-The Weeknd

Damon remained silent, his deep blue eyes piercing into her. His expression was serious and she felt a coldness coming from him. Bonnie found herself even more nervous now that he didn't seem like he wanted to be having any talk of any kind with her.

"I actually came here to say goodbye." She took one step toward him but he didn't move and he still didn't say a word. "My cousin, Lucy, just opened another salon in Miami and she asked me to help her out. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm not sure how long I'm going to be gone, but I know it'll be awhile." He just stared at her. "Are you going to say anything?" He nodded. "Have a good trip." He started to turn away from her.

"Damon!" She exclaimed. He stopped and she approached him from behind. "Don't walk away. I don't want it to be like this."

"What do you want from me, Bonnie?" He questioned.

"I want you to look at me."

He slowly turned to face her. "You want to run away from your problems, fine, but I'm not going to pretend like I support it."

"Running away from my problems?" Bonnie repeated in disbelief. "I was attacked by your ex and my ex in the same night! The mayor threatened your life if I told anyone about it! Every day I step out the house it's with the knowledge that I may come face to face with Tyler or his mother. That's not something I want to deal with right now. If you want to call it running away, so be it. All my life, I've had to be strong, when my mother got sick, when my father abandoned me, when Tyler and I were having problems while living under the same roof, but now I'm tired. I'm tired, Damon, and I want a break and I should be allowed one without feeling like shit for it. I'm sorry that this break means I'm breaking away from you." He was silent for a moment. then he nodded.

"You're right," he admitted. "We both knew this day would come eventually, that you'd come to your senses and stop wasting your time with me. You deserve better than this shit-hole of a town, you deserve better than Tyler, and you deserve better than me. I hope you find what you're looking for out there."

"Damon, I've gotten to know you very well," Bonnie said. "There's a good guy in you. I've grown to care so much for you, Damon, it scares me, and I know it won't go away overnight...so I'm hoping that when this is all said and done, we can be friends."

There was a pause in the conversation as Bonnie awaited his response. Damon eyes narrowed and he shook his head. "No." The word came out firm.

Bonnie huffed. "Don't be like that."

"We skipped over the just friends stage and I don't have a need to cover it now," he snapped. "Stefan is your friend. Elena and Caroline are your friends. I've never been friend-zoned in my life and it won't be starting with you." Bonnie's expression dropped as she sensed asshole-Damon resurfacing. "If you want to leave, then leave. But don't expect us to be friends."

"Why not-"

"Because I love you!" Damon shouted, furiously. Bonnie froze. "I fucking love you and I hate that I love you and I wish I didn't! But I do. I can't just be your friend, Bonnie. Just talking to you, listening to how your life is going, you dating other guys, while I pretend I'm happy for you living your life without me? Fuck that. I'm not doing it."

"You love me?" Bonnie asked breathlessly. Damon's icy blue eyes bore into her. She started to clear the space between them and Damon reached out to grab her and aggressively pulled her into a heated kiss.

Damon brought his hands to her face as their kiss became more frantic. There was an undertone of passion and anger emanating from the both of them. Damon sucked on her bottom lip, slightly biting it as she started to turn her head. He turned her face back toward him and they continued to go at it. Damon grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed herself to be carried away.

I'm just trying to make you numb without a word

I'm just trying make you cum without a word

-The Weeknd

As soon as her back hit the bed Damon was over her, devouring her. She attempted to pull up his shirt and he sat up, pulling it over his head and tossing it. Bonnie sat up as well and assisted him in getting her dress off. She snapped off her bra and discarded it immediately after. She burrowed her face into Damon's chest, planting kisses on his pecs and taking one of his nipples into her mouth. He gently gripped her neck and pushed her back down. He gave her a rough kiss before sliding down her body and taking her full breasts in his hand. A cry escaped Bonnie as he kneaded her mounds in his hands and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He licked and sucked hungrily before moving to the next one to give it equal attention. Then he was moving further down her body, kissing his way down. Everything seemed to be moving so fast to Bonnie. She sensed a desperation from Damon of wanting to experience every bit of her.

He kissed her smooth stomach then looked up at her as he hooked his fingers into her panty line. She slightly lifted her hips off the bed as he slid them off. He was in between her legs, spreading them open. He gripped her leg and slung it over his shoulder, kissing the inside of her thigh down to the spot just above her clitoris. She was quivering as she waited for his next move. She didn't have to wait long before he was licking.

"Aaah!" Bonnie moaned loudly as he burrowed his head into between her thighs, eating her like he'd been starved for months. He gripped her leg tighter and pulled her in even closer, piercing through her walls with his tongue. "Ah! Shit!" Bonnie's fingers gripped the sheets, nearly pulling them off. "Damon...aah! Daaammooonnn!"

Then he stopped. Bonnie looked at him confused as he moved from in between her legs and sat up. He snapped off his belt buckle, his eyes set intently on her the whole time, and unzipped his pants. Her eyes dropped to his manhood as he pulled it from his drawers and gripped it and she felt the sudden urge to have him in her mouth. Before he could even ask the question Bonnie was on her knees in front of him.

Damon's breath hitched at the feel of her tongue on the tip of his dick. Despite how much head she'd received over the past few months, Bonnie had had yet to put her mouth anywhere near that part of Damon. He was finally getting his just due.

Damon's mouth was open as he watched her, with eyes full of lust, lick and kiss the head. He gripped her thick, chocolate brown hair with one hand and she took him fully in her mouth. He sighed loudly as she slowly swallowed him up, inch by inch. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, she moved her mouth up his shaft, causing his eyes to roll back. His hand was weaved in her hair as she picked up the pace of her rhythm, determined to suck him dry. He closed his eyes and reveled in her surprising skills in the oral area and was convinced he couldn't love her more.

Then she stopped. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and she had a devious look in her eye. He grabbed her by the head and pulled her up, meeting her lips with his own. She was dripping for him and wanted nothing more than for him to be inside of her. Her excitement escalated as he pushed her back down. He quickly removed his pants completely.

"You're going to leave me?" He asked as he spread her legs, his tone aggressive. "Huh?! You're going to leave me?"

Bonnie gasped loudly as he made his way inside of her. The way her walls melded so perfectly to his dick. as it explored her inside, made it a struggle not to come immediately. His strokes were long and deep, driving Bonnie crazy with the waves of pleasure he was sending throughout her body. Her arms were wrapped around him, her nails digging into his skin, which he barely felt. She moved her hands to his ass and grabbed it, attempting to guide all eight and a half inches in to the hilt.

Bonnie whimpered in complaint when he suddenly pulled out of her. He palmed her ass and flipped her over in one swift movement. He started kissing her backside and she let out a small yelp when she felt his teeth clamp onto her skin. It lasted a second, then he was sitting up and entering her from the back.

"You want to leave me, Bonnie?" He was asking again as he pounded into her. A string of unintelligible responses came from Bonnie's mouth. "Say it!"

"I love you!" She shouted instead.

"You what?" She moaned loudly in reply. "Say it again!"

"Fuuuck! I love you, Damon!"

When Damon successfully wore Bonnie out, which had been the goal, he turned off the bedside lamp to allow her to rest. She turned on her side, pulled the covers up to her chin, and was drifting off. Damon's mind was ready to sleep but the rest of his body wasn't being cooperative. Bonnie hadn't been snoozing long before she felt Damon rubbing her arm. She opened her eyes when she felt his lips on her neck.

"Damon, I'm tired," she moaned as she felt his erection pressed against her.

"Then I'll be quick." He was kissing on her more fervently, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, his hand traveling her entire body. She moaned as he squeezed her breast and dipped his hand between her legs. She had a feeling it wasn't going to be quick as he entered her from behind, keeping her locked tightly in his arms so he was in control, and they commenced into another round of intense love-making.

Damon proved how insatiable he was that night when, before she could even roll over and attempt to close her eyes again, he was pulling her into another position. It was nearing 4:00 in the morning when they finally fell asleep.


Damon woke up alone. He wasn't surprised but still couldn't help the feeling of disappointment. He checked the phone and saw it was barely 9:30 in the morning, and with the slight hope that she would be in the kitchen making herself some breakfast, and not 50,000 feet in the air, he tossed back the covers and quickly headed downstairs. Just as he hit the bottom step Stefan was coming through the front door. He looked at a bare-chested Damon knowingly.

Damon sighed. "She already left?"

Stefan nodded somewhat solemnly. "I just got back from the airport with her Grams," he responded. He saw the crestfallen look in his brother's eyes. "Damon, I really am sorry that things couldn't have turned out better for you two. I know I wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but I want both of you happy and if that had been with each other, I would've learned to accept it. Not that you've ever needed or cared about my acceptance to do anything." He clapped his older brother on the shoulder. "Who knows what the future holds, just know that she cares about you."

If anything, Damon knew he had left her with a nice parting gift the night before. Multiple mind-blowing orgasms that she would never forget.

"I don't need you to apologize to me," Damon sneered. "I got what I wanted out of her. She can do whatever the hell she wants now, I don't give a shit." He stepped past Stefan, bumping his shoulder on the way. Stefan sighed deeply. He could see through his brother like glass and that had been a load of crap. He cared, hated that he cared, but cared all the same.


Stefan and Damon decided to go out that night. They ended up in a sports bar in a neighboring town, watched a boxing match, drank, played some pool, and Stefan tried his best to make his brother laugh. He was successful, and was able to get his mind off of his woman troubles. It was still bizarre for Stefan. No woman ever had Damon so bent out of shape. Even when he and Rebekah broke up, Damon was able to hide it well, being his usual snarky, cocky self, and burying his feelings inside of the hottest chick he crossed paths with. No such thing seemed to even be on his mind this time around.

Later, after they broke their normal eating habits and indulged in some greasy, delicious fast food, Stefan reported that Elena had worked a late shift at the hospital and he was going to pick her up, so Damon asked him to drop him off at home first. Stefan was designated driver because Damon had planned to get too smashed to operate a vehicle.

He was more coherent than he'd expected to be upon returning home, so he ventured toward one of his many bourbon collections to rectify that problem. He entered the living-room and headed toward the bar but stopped mid-way. He slowly turned on his heel and confirmed his peripheral vision wasn't playing tricks on him. Tyler Lockwood was in fact sitting in the shadows in Damon's favorite armchair, holding a semiautomatic pistol in his lap. Damon froze. There was a long moment of silence.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He finally asked.

"Waiting for you," Tyler stated simply. He leaned forward in the chair and Damon was able to see his dark eyes, a purplish black ring around one, reminding Damon of his brutal attack on him. "I've been sitting here for a long time trying to figure out how I could've been so stupid."

"What are you talking about, Tyler?"

"I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt," he said, clearly on edge. "I thought maybe, just maybe Bonnie wouldn't have gone so far as to sleep with someone she knew I hated. I would apologize, and maybe we could work on things." Damon shook his head. This kid was clearly living in delusion if he thought he had a sliver of a chance with Bonnie after what he did to her. If Tyler didn't have a gun in his hand and a wildness in his eyes Damon would clear the room and beat the shit out of him again. "I followed her last night. I followed her when she went out on that date with your annoying ass brother, and I followed her back here. And she stayed here all fucking night...with you."

"Tyler, listen-"

Tyler was suddenly out of the chair, a rage in his eyes. "How long?!" He demanded. "How long have you been fucking my girlfriend?!"

"She's not your girlfriend, man!"

"Don't fucking move." Tyler warned, now pointing the semiautomatic right at his face. Damon slowly held his hands up.

"Is this really what you want to be doing?" He asked Tyler. "Look at yourself. Look at what you're doing. This is exactly why Bonnie doesn't want shit to do with either one of us."

"So you did try to take her from me?"

"Your issue isn't with me or Bonnie, Tyler, it's with yourself-"

"Don't try to fucking psychoanalyze me, Salvatore!" Tyler screamed, moving the gun even closer to his face. Damon didn't budge, just stared him dead in the eye. "You're more fucked up than anyone, you can't tell me shit about myself!"

"Ok, you're right. And? You came here to kill me? Really? You think that's the way to solve your problems? You think that's going to win you Bonnie back."

"I could get away with it."

"And then what. I won't have Bonnie and neither will you. You abused her. You could've killed her. She won't take you back, whether I'm around or not, and you'll still be the miserable, sad ass lonely little rich boy you've always been."

"Watch your mouth, Salvatore." Tyler's finger tightened on the trigger. Damon shut his mouth because he was in no way ready to die, especially at the hands of a Lockwood. "I don't plan to live without her. I'm just making sure that when I'm gone there's no chance in hell that you, of all people, will end up with her."

Damon shook his head in disbelief. "Tyler, do you know how crazy that sounds?"

Tyler let out a groan of frustration and waved the gun away. "Fuck! What's wrong with me?!" He squeezed his watery eyes shut and pressed his hands to his head, the gun pointed at the ceiling. "I'm so fucked! I'm so fucked up!" Damon's eyes widened as he watched the mayor's son come completely unhinged in front of him, pounding his fists into his head repeatedly. Damon slowly started to step back as Tyler moved around wildly, cursing to himself.

"I can't live without her! I can't! I can't do this!" Tyler noticed Damon picking up the fire poker and he immediately aimed the gun at him again. "Didn't I tell you not to move!"

"Leave my house right now and I'll pretend this never happened."

"Put it down!" Tyler shrieked, his face beet red and his eyes filled to the rim with water. He looked insane, but Damon didn't let the fact that his heart was beating a mile a minute show on his face.

"Just leave, Tyler. Just turn around and leave."

"I said now!" The sudden sound of Damon's phone, which was sitting on the bar top, ringing distracted Tyler. Damon took the opportunity to rush at him. Tyler ducked just as Damon swung the poker at his head and he tackled him, bringing them both to the ground. Tyler punched Damon across the face but Damon threw his arms up and blocked the next blow. The gun was knocked out of Tyler's hand in the struggle. He and Damon simultaneously went for it, causing another struggle to ensue. Damon quickly gained the upper hand and grabbed it, scrambling off the floor.

"Quit trying to use this for protection," he spat, wiping away the blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. He kept the gun pointed toward the floor. "If you're going to fight me, fight me like a man. Come on Lockwood. I'll gladly stomp you into the ground again." Both men stared each other down but neither made a move. The sound of a car in the driveway interrupted the tense moment. Tyler's eyes widened when he heard voices right outside.

Stefan and Elena were walking toward the house, hand-in-hand, Elena informing her boyfriend of how long her day had been. Both stopped as the door to the boardinghouse was thrown open and a panicked and disheveled Tyler Lockwood was running out.

"Oh my God!" Elena cried.

"Hey! Hey, come back here!" Stefan shouted and immediately chased after him.

Elena looked back toward the house. "Damon," she whispered to herself and rushed up the porch steps. She didn't know what she would do if Damon had been hurt, and was praying she wouldn't come upon a crime scene.

"Damon! Where are you?! Damon!" She was yelling as she was moving quickly down the hall. She stopped when she came upon the living-room and saw him. He was standing there, blood on his face and a gun in his hand. Stefan was running in a second later.

"He got away," he said when he spotted Elena down the hall. "Where's Damon? Is he okay?" He stopped when he reached Elena and spotted his brother. His brow furrowed in concern. "What the hell happened?"

"We saw Tyler Lockwood running out the house, we thought he might've done something to you." Elena's voice was dripping with worry although she could see he was all right.

Damon looked to Stefan with a somber look in his eyes, and told him what was most important. "We need to start locking our doors, brother."


Carol returned home after a very long day at the office. She was starting to wonder if being a politician was worth the daily headache. The large house was dark when she entered, but didn't hold the same feeling of vast emptiness as when she usually came home late at night. She heard a light thud come from the direction of the sitting-room and her heart fluttered in panic.

She slowly stepped down the hall, trying to listen for anymore telling sounds of an intruder. "Hello!" She called out, nervously. She opened her purse and pulled out her pepper spray. "Is someone here?! I am the mayor and I can have the police here in seconds!" Her threat went unanswered and when she came upon the sitting-room she found her son in the middle of the dimly lit room, on his knees. He looked up at her, bloodied lip and tears rolling down his face.

"Tyler, oh my God..." Carol froze.

"I was going to kill myself," he sobbed. "I wanted to kill Damon, then I wanted to kill myself."

She quickly crossed the room and dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her son who sobbed into her bosom. She didn't need anymore evidence that he was mentally unstable and in desperate need of help. She was going to take care of this because there was no way she was going to lose him.

"It's going to get better son," she assured him, fighting back tears herself. "We'll get through this together. I promise it's going to get better."

Some time later, a calmed Tyler was sitting on the sofa and Carol brought him a glass of ice water. He had explained to her how he'd stolen his father's gun out of her room, and was planning to kill Damon, then off himself. He was tortured about what he'd done to Bonnie, about what she had done to him, and that she would possibly be with Damon and not him. He didn't think he could live with that.

"We'll be catching a flight to New York at noon tomorrow," Carol informed him as she handed him the water.

"Why New York?"

"I'm bringing you to Dr. Joseph Gordon," she explained. "He's one of the best. He came highly recommended to me when I was in a dark place, and I doubt I would've ever gotten through it if it hadn't been for him. He'll be able to determine the best course of action for you."

"When were you in a dark place?" Tyler questioned. He'd always seen the business side of his mother, the political side, the wifely side, and the motherly side, but he'd never seen a depressed or angry side. She must've put on quite the facade over the years. Carol settled down beside him, rubbing his arm in a comforting manner.

"There's a lot of things you don't know," she told him. "About your father, about our marriage. There was a history of violence and mental issues on your father's side of the family. I found myself in a situation I couldn't escape and at one point I had suicidal thoughts. I even thought about killing your father at times." That really shocked Tyler. He knew his father had been a jack ass when he wanted to, but his mother seemed to love him regardless. "I got through it, and you will too."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I had no idea."

"I know, because I didn't want you to," she replied. "In order for you to get better, Tyler, I need you to understand that you and Bonnie are over. That relationship was not healthy and needed to end. Do you understand that?"

Tyler shifted his eyes away from his mother's and looked down at the glass in his hand. "I don't know how I'm going to live the rest of my life without her."

"You have to," Carol said, sternly. "You have to stay away from her and those Salvatores. We'll purge everything that reminds you of her, even get you a new place. It's the safest option, for both of you."

Tyler nodded despondently. "I understand, Mom." She felt a sadness of her own at his obvious broken heart, and inwardly cursed that he was going through this. She had prayed relentlessly that he wouldn't turn out like this, crippled by his own mind.

"Get some rest, Tyler. We have a trip ahead of us tomorrow." She got up from the couch, ready to escort him to his old bedroom. "You're officially starting over."


1 Missed Call: Bonnie. 1 New Voicemail

Damon was staring at his phone, debating if he wanted to hear this message. Coincidentally, Bonnie had called during his stand-off with Tyler, causing a distraction he used to his advantage. In a sense, she may have saved his life, so he hit the button to listen to the voicemail.

"Hi Damon," her voice was soft, her tone a bit nervous. "I made it to Florida. I spent all day realizing I could never get used to this humidity (chuckles). I just thought I'd make a quick call before I went to bed. I know I said my goodbye last night but...I guess I just wanted to hear your voice one last time." There was a pause. "I understand why you said what you said. Trying to be friends wouldn't be conducive to us getting over each other, and it was selfish of me to try to keep you on the hook like that. I just hope you're not angry at me for leaving. I don't regret what happened between us last night, although it made it that much harder to leave. It reminded me of the passionate relationship we had, and of how much I'm going to fucking miss you. I'm going to miss you so much, Damon. And when we cross paths again I hope there's no animosity. We may not be friends, but I don't ever want to be your enemy again." Pause. "I have to go, I'm exhausted. I meant what I said last night Damon, it wasn't just in the moment. I love you. Goodbye, Damon."

Damon sighed and tossed his phone aside before laying back on his bed. They used to love to hate each other, now they just plain loved each other? Did it really matter, because now she was gone, yet had failed to take all her complications with her. Damon had been prepared for another fight with Tyler since he'd never been able to take a loss, but he hadn't expected the bastard to have the balls to show up in his house. For a moment, Damon had feared Tyler might actually take his life, as he was clearly on the brink of losing it.

One thing he learned from all this, was that it was absolutely time to move on from Bonnie. One thing he knew for sure, it absolutely wasn't going to be easy.


A/N: Bonnie, Damon, Tyler, and Rebekah are all in different parts of the country and that may be for the better. We'll see how Bonnie and Damon deal with being away from each other. See you next update!