"You want to do what?"

Bonnie was sitting at the table next to her grandmother, looking up at Stefan and Elena and Damon, who had the decency at least to look embarrassed. Ten minutes ago he was upstairs with his hands up her dress and now both brothers and Elena had decided to team up and open the tomb. Which meant only one thing, there was no way in hell the scene that had just taken place would be repeating itself.

"We've gotta do it, if we don't there's just going to be more vampires who want to do it and after what happened today," Stefan didn't finish his sentence, leaving his silence to imply what everyone else was thinking.

"Bonnie, we can't keep protecting you from everything. Sooner or later someone's going to get you to open the tomb and then they're going to kill you after they've got what they want and I-."

"Oh please! So now this is about protecting me from every big and bad vampire who wants their way. Please. This is about Katherine, everything is about Katherine."

"Fuck Bonnie! Don't you get it?!"

"Damon," Sheila shouted over the obviously pissed vampire. She took another sip of her coffee and looked at Elena and Stefan, "I'm going to let you talk but only because-."

"I got it Grams. You disapprove of the situation and maybe you were right. Maybe-."

"Bonnie, collect yourself," her grandmother calmly said before escorting the calm couple out of the room.

Damon sighed, ran his fingers through his hair and pulled a chair-placing it in front of Bonnie. He reached for her but thought better of it. She was angry with him, she might set him on fire or something like that.

"Bonnie. Listen to me. I love Katherine, still do, probably always will. Try to understand I've been in love with the same woman for the past 145 years, all that isn't going to change in three weeks because I got to know you."

"Got to know me," Bonnie asked, trying to fight back tears. Maybe it was the stress. And then she thought about what a complete idiot she looked like. Damon hadn't confessed his undying love for her paired with a vow of commitment. Katherine had been gone for 145 years, Damon hadn't been a monk that whole time. If he slept with someone, it didn't mean it was because he didn't love Katherine anymore. It was just a distraction, from the pain and the grief. She was wrong, there had been nothing more to their relationship. She was just a distraction and when the opportunity presented itself, like her being draped all over on her bed, he acted on it. She wiped at her eyes.

"Bonnie, don't-."

"Damon, I'm not upset. I get it, I understand. Fine, let's just do this thing. But when it's over…I want you to get Katherine and leave."

Damon blinked. He should've expected it. He had caused the Bennett witches enough trouble.

"Okay. But I want you to be happy…so call Dean once I'm gone."

This was a bad idea Bonnie thought to herself as the group descended past the ruins of the old church and subsequently the tomb. Sure, she had agreed, sure she had given her word but nonetheless she was starting to have some serious regrets. Her grandmother gave her hand a squeeze and she took a breath and went back to ignoring Damon, while her grandmother lit each torch, reciting the four elements, "Air. Earth. Fire."

"Water," Bonnie finished, giving the water bottle a little shake before pouring it on the ground.

"That's it. Just water from the tap," Elena asked.

"As opposed to what," Sheila said with a chuckle.

"I just figured you'd have to be blessed or mystical or something."

Grams gave her surrogate granddaughter a smile before proceeding with the ritual. Bonnie looked out of the corner of her eye at Damon who was unraveling an IV attached to a pouch of blood.

"What's that," Stefan asked.

"It's for Katherine," Damon answered solemnly casting a look towards Bonnie direction as he watched her roll her eyes. It hurt, seeing her so angry with him. Even though it shouldn't. He had only known her, really known her, for three weeks. But that's how it was, everything was intense with vampires. Hunger. Passion. Feelings. Stefan bit his lip. "Well, I'll be leaving town after this so-."

"Really," both Elena and Stefan asked. Grams looked down at her granddaughter, who was nervously chewing on the inside of her cheek. 'So, that's what those two agreed to. Somehow, I'm not sure that's the best idea.'

"Yeah. Admit it, you can't wait to get rid of me," he joked.

"I can't wait to get rid of you," his brother sighed.

The two witches began chanting in Latin and everyone started to squirm with anticipation, foreboding-it was hard to tell which. The flames rose and the ground shifted as the seal broke and the door to the tomb opened. Bonnie looked wide-eyed. It had worked, it had actually worked. This was epic.

"Bonnie, you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

He was next to her in a heartbeat, his hand wrapped tight around her arm, dragging her towards the door.

"Don't take her in there!"

"You think I'm going in there by myself Sheila, so you can seal me in."

"I'll bring the walls down!"

"You'll bring the walls down if I don't, you think I trust you?"

"As much as I trust you."

"Stop it," Bonnie shouted, leaning towards her grandmother as much as she could with the hold Damon had on there, "He just needs a little insurance that's all Grams. I'll be alright. How much more can he hurt me?"

Damon ground his teeth together, picking up a torch from out of the ground. Sheila was going to kill him once he got out of here. But this was his last chance with Bonnie. And sure, he didn't love her. But he didn't want to leave things unsaid, half-way finished. He knew what walking around without closure was like. He already made Bonnie cry once, he wouldn't leave that weight for her to carry around.

"Look. I know you hate me. But this is for your own good," he told her still walking ahead of her, putting the fire to each face they came about, searching for Katherine. "I told you I wasn't a good person. That friendship we were on the path of making wasn't good for either of us. And I just needed you to know that."

"Are you going to look at me as you're saying any of this."

He stopped walking. He hung his head, ashamed, scared, broken.

"I can't Bonnie."

"Unbelievable. I-."

"Just go."

"What," she asked. Confused and afraid for him. She knew her grandmother.

"Just go. No matter how much you hate me, you won't let her seal me in."

"How do you know?"

He held his head up and smiled to himself, wanting to make her laugh for the last time because he had a feeling once him and Katherine were out of this tomb and back with one another that he wouldn't be hearing any good laughter for a while-or at all.

"You fed me didn't you?"

She smiled, he could feel it. He also felt her hand on his arm, heard her take a deep breath, "Bye Damon." And then she ran. Away from him and back to the warm arms of her grandmother, who would hold her while she cried. But she ran into wasn't warm, it was cold.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Bonnie the teenage witch."

"Anna," she whispered aloud. But she stood her ground, despite the fear that was crawling up her spine causing her to shiver.

"Your little romance almost kept me from getting my mother out," she yelled, slapping Bonnie into the stone wall twice before she picked her up and bit into her wrist. "I'm not going to kill you. Just because Emily kept the damn Gilberts from killing my mother all those years ago, but I hear you like to feed vampires. So you shouldn't have a problem with it."

Something begin to gnaw at her wrist. And this time it hurt. The suction was off, probably because she hadn't fed in so long. And she felt like saran wrap that had been stretched too tight. Her insides squished together at the discomfort and there was a burning at her joints because of the awkward position Anna was holding her in. She really wasn't sure how long it lasted before she saw Stefan run in and throw Anna against the wall.

"Bonnie you okay?"

"Salvatores," Anna exclaimed before lowering down in a crouch.

"Anna, take your mother and get out."

She paused for a minute or so, almost like she didn't believe it-well, who would?-before she helped her mother up and began to practically carry her out of the tomb.

"Stefan, what are you doing in here?"

"The tomb is about to close. Sheila's trying to keep it open long enough for me to get you and Damon out."

"What? I thought we-."

"No. She opened the tomb, the seal's just temporarily down."

'Oh God. Damon.'

She followed Stefan as they ran threw every nook and cranny, took every turn looking for Damon. When they found him he was kicking a body, throwing it up against the wall, "She's not here."

"Hey," Stefan shouted. And then he noticed his brother, who was pacing. "What?"

"She's not here," he mumbled again. He pulled the pouch from his jacket and threw at the wall, "She's not here," he screamed.

Bonnie watched as the blood spattered on the wall. She saw his pain ripple across his face and on through his entire body.

"Damon, I-." She couldn't even finish her sentence, what was she supposed to say. The only thing she could thin of was 'What a bitch'. And Damon, his heart-at least the pieces he had left-felt like it had shattered into a million tiny pieces and died. Partly because of Katherine but mainly because he had ruined something with Bonnie that never even had a chance to really get started for someone who he had spent the last century and a half trying to free, who wasn't even fucking where she was supposed to be. He had agreed to leave, to giver her a chance with another guy.

"Damon, I'm sorry but we need to leave now," Stefan rushed.

"It doesn't make sense, they locked her inside," he said looking down at Bonnie, almost ignoring the hand that was wrapped around him. Bonnie bit her lip as she looked into his eyes. This wasn't Damon. He was trying to justify everything, argue with her, convince her. He was broken now, really, honestly broken.

"If we don't leave now, we're not getting out! It's not worth spending an eternity down here for! She's not worth it!"

"Damon," Bonnie whispered, willing him to look at her. Really look at her. Like he had the second time she had fed him, on the floor at the mansion, like he was seeing her for the first time all over again. When he did, she grabbed on to his other arm, "Damon, please."

She watched his eyes shift, back to the Damon he was when he was alone with her, before he nodded and followed them outside just as Sheila was finishing up the spell and the door closed. Bonnie walked over to Damon, who was leaning against a ruined wall, panting. She hugged him, her hand finding their way to the center of his chest.

"I'm sorry."

She let go.

"Grams are you okay?"

"I'm fine baby," the older woman said sitting at the kitchen table, reaching up to massage her temples. She had a massive headache.

"You sure?"

"I should be asking if you're okay."

Bonnie looked over at Elena who was making tea on the stove. The witch sighed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her hands over her chest.

"I'm fine."

"You know Katherine not being down there changes everything," Elena told her, setting down three cups of tea, joining the women at the table.

"The hell it doesn't. He-."

"You shouldn't have told him to leave Mystic Falls. Not if you're going to be like this. You can't keep telling people you care about to leave-."

"Hey, that's not fair! Dean was wanted on murder charges!"

"That's beside the point. If you care about someone, you just don't let them go without a fight. And I know you Bonnie. You care about him and-."

"He can finally move on," Elena finished for Grams. "I think you guys look cute together."

Bonnie took a sip of her tea. What exactly did this change? She wasn't going to be a rebound or second best or spend her time trying to fill a hole she couldn't possibly fill.

"Baby, go see him. Elena will keep me company."

This was a bad idea, worse than opening the tomb. And looked how bad that turned out. What good could possibly come from knocking on this door? He might not even want to see her, he had been incapable of even speaking to her. She closed her eyes, remembering his, how lost and far away he had seemed. No, open. Open was better. That much pain in somebody was unbearable. This was a bad idea, worse than opening the tomb. But she knocked anyway.

When Stefan opened the door he couldn't say he was all that surprised to see Bonnie there. She was in a knee length red pea coat. She looked flushed and she was breathing really hard. She was scared, unsure of herself.

"How is he?"

"A mess. He's upstairs in his room."

She paced herself. Walking up the stairs. She wasn't exactly sure what she needed. What she wanted. Or how this conversation would even go. She stopped at his door. It was closed. She considered knocking. But knowing him, he'd probably tell her to go to hell. So she mustered every ounce of confidence she had and threw open the door. He was sitting in the dark, staring at the floor, his head on his interlocked hands.

"Bonnie. What the hell are you doing here?"

There it was. The attitude, the anger. She sighed. 'Just a defense mechanism. A defense mechanism. No big deal, keep your temper in check Bonnie. He's hurting. Just a defense mechanism.'

"I just wanted to make sure you're-."

"Packed up, ready to leave?"

"Actually I was just going to say 'okay'."

He looked up at her and she saw tears. Tears. Damon Salvatore was crying. She walked towards him, got on her knees to look at him, took her hands in hers.

"Damon-."

"She was never there."

"What?"

"I was pissed. I went to see Anna. She turned a guard to let her out. The last time Anna saw her was Chicago, 1983. She knew where I was, she didn't care. She's been out the whole time. I've spent my entire life loving someone who never loved me. All the things I did, all those people I killed, in the name of my devotion to her."

What. A. Bitch. That was just pure evil. Who does that to someone? Bonnie let out a breath before reaching up to take Damon's face in her hands.

"Well, I guess this would be the time to tell you that she's a complete bitch-and idiot-for not seeing how amazing you are," she smiled.

That smile. It brought him back. A need begin to pool between his legs. A need to override the guilt and the grief and the hurt with pleasure, unbelievable blissful pleasure. And he could find it in Bonnie. He reached to tuck an unruly strand of hair behind her ear. His hand drifted down to her neck and Bonnie tried not to close her eyes. 'I didn't come here for this. I just came to see if he was okay, to make sure he hadn't lost his mind. I-. God, that feels so good,' she thought to herself as his thumb brushed across her lips.

"Bonnie…"

"Damon, I didn't come here for this. I-."

"I need you. And I'm leaving Bonnie. I know you want me."

Well, who wouldn't? And as his hand moved down her neck to settle between her breasts she felt her heart leap out of her chest and a sound escaped her mouth, a sound that was close to what he took as anticipation. He smiled. 'He was leaving. He wasn't ever coming back. Like Dean.' Did she really want to face a lifetime of never seeing him again without a taste? Spend a lifetime wondering what it could've been like with Damon? 'No. Just one night Bonnie.' So when his mouth came down to cover hers, she accepted his offering.

He led her to stand up, guiding her movements as the kiss grew. His long fingers began to unbutton her coat, shrugging it off her shoulders so that it hit the floor with a feather light thud that was only detectable to his hearing. Going to bed, she reached her hands underneath his shirt and lifted it above his head and threw it so that it fell somewhere near her coat. He laughed.

"Impatient much? Relax little witch, we've got all night."

He kissed her cheeks and her nose before pulling away to look at her.

"God, you're beautiful."

"Yeah well," she spoke, admiring his pecks and his eight pack and the happy trail that brought another smile to her face, "You're not so bad there yourself."

"Please. I know exactly what you're looking and I am hot," he joked before leaning down to her neck to suck at the skin there.

He laid her gently down on the bed and she felt his lips leave her. Only to see him reach for her leg, pulling it up so he could get her booties off, followed by her ankle socks. She was nervous. Damon was the only guy she had ever let, touch her like this, like earlier today at Grams. She blushed when he pulled her down the bed, reached underneath her dress, linked his fingers on each side of her red lace boy shorts and slid them down her legs-his eyes not leaving her the whole time.

"Don't be afraid Bonnie."

"I'm not afraid."

"Well, don't be nervous then," he said as his hands traveled up her thighs and shifted her legs opened, pulling her dress up and around her hips as he did so. He kissed her and then began to move his mouth down her throat, over her stomach. "Damon," she asked, even though she had a feeling where he was headed. He looked up at her, smiling. "Sex is a perfectly natural thing Bonnie," he told her coolly before he put his mouth to her core.

'God, was it supposed to be like this,' she thought to herself at Damon sucked at her flesh, his tongue moving over her like, like a lollipop. 'Am I supposed to be this wet?' she thought to herself. Then his tongue began to dart in and out of her, making her moan loudly. Her hand clutched around the comforted on the bed to stop herself from scoring her hand with her fingernails. Her other hand held on to the hair at the nape of his neck, urging him on as her hips began to move against his mouth. She ground his name out, hanging on both syllables, not knowing what else to say. She felt herself reach what felt like a point of no return before she felt her insides clenching and then what seemed like shattering, like she was being broken into tiny pieces and lifted on a cloud, floating.

"Your first?"

"My first what?"

"Orgasm," he whispered in her ear before kissing her again.

"Yeah. Is it supposed to feel like that?"

"Yeah," he chuckled before he turned serious, "Bonnie, haven't you ever brought yourself to orgasm?"

She blushed, turned her head to the side to avoid looking at him. Something primal rose up in Damon. She was that innocent? If he didn't know any better he would think it was too good to be true. But he would be her first, her first everything in every way that mattered.

"Bonnie, like I said. There's nothing to be nervous-or ashamed-about. Sex is a perfectly natural thing. Which is why I want you to get off."

"What," she dragged out, sitting up on her elbows, staring at him.

He stared right back into her eyes and reached for her hand, holding it he ran it across her breasts, down her stomach and placed it over her mound.

"Go ahead, touch yourself."

"No, I can't. Not with you-."

"Babe, I just went down on you. I've tasted you. You should know what you feel like. I'll even help," he smiled at her. Taking her finger, he made her stroke herself. She caught her juices up on her finger and he watched with satisfaction as her breath began to hitch in her throat. "There you go. It's all you Bonnie," he said, standing up to pull his jeans off.

Bonnie's finger started to increase in speed and she got even bolder when she saw his jeans come off. He had went commando and his erection was-well, just because she was a virgin didn't mean she didn't know what being well-endowed looked like. And Damon Salvatore was definitely well-endowed. Would he even fit? She closed her eyes when he laid down next to her again.

"Bonnie, Bonnie, put your finger…here," he instructed her as he guided her finger inside her. She stopped breathing and slowly begin to move her finger. He watched. In. Out. In. Out. He stroked himself, matching his rhythm with hers. She moaned, her breathing begin to pick up, and her finger curled. He felt his fangs descend and the animal in him lunged at her, rolled on top of her and removed her finger. He kissed her as he guided himself in, absorbing her cry into his mouth. He didn't move, not at first, giving her time to adjust. He started out slowly, biting down at her neck-giving her more pleasure. He knew she liked it. And the sounds she was making. Dear God, he couldn't tell which was hotter. How tight she was or the moans and sighs? Her nails dug into his shoulder and his thrust became faster, harder. He ripped her dress down the middle, that might be a problem later but right now he was concerned with her breast. He wanted to show her that those felt amazingly good as well. He latched on to one, suckling, causing her to cry out all over again. He wanted to climax together, but he couldn't hold on much longer. One. Two. On the third thrust she climaxed, her walls clutching around him, milking him and expelling his useless seed into her.

Bonnie tried to get her breathing under control. She looked down at her dress. It was completely ruined. But it had been worth it. Damon held himself up by his arms and looked down at her, eyes searching across her face.

"Was it-," she began to asked.

"The best sex I've ever hard? Yeah. Simply because it was with you."

Her breathing began to recover and she pushed him off of her. She stood up and tugged her dress off and removed the bra that he pushed down her breasts.

"Gotten a bit bold have we?"

"I've learned my lesson," she told him, working her way back into the bed, kissing him.

"Well, I've got a few more to teach," he whispered mischievously before bringing her back down the bed again.

"Grams? Are you okay? Do you want some more tea or something," Elena asked, tugging her sleeves down walking into Sheila's room. "Grams," she asked again. Sheila was lying down in her bed, hands placed across her heart. She looked like she was sleeping but Elena had a sinking feeling she wasn't. She leaned down by the bed, leaning closer. Her chest wasn't moving, wasn't rising or falling. She didn't hear anything, no intake or expulsion of air. She wasn't breathing. Elena grabbed the phone and dialed 911.

"Bonnie!"

There was a banging on the door. Damon rolled his eyes at his brother, making the woman next to him giggle. Bonnie was naked underneath the sheets, her head on Damon's chest. He was playing with her hair because after an hour of going at it, he figured she needed a break.

"Go away Stefan! Bonnie's a little tired."

She giggled and then gasped when she felt his fingers flutter over her stomach. He smiled naughtily at her.

"Bonnie. It's you grandmother."

Automatically Damon stilled his hands and looked at Bonnie jerk her head towards the door. She wrapped the sheet around herself and sat up in his bed, he picked his pants up off the floor and jumped into them before opening the door. He noted that Stefan looked more brooding than usual.

"What is it little brother?"

"It's Sheila Damon. She. She's dead."

Dean's coming up in the next chapter J