AN: WOW! You guys are really invested in this story…and I love it! Keep the REVIEWS coming; I welcome them all good, bad, and confused. So, this author's note is dedicated to Redbird27; I hope this answers all your questions and clears up your confusion.

Bonnie has just recently discovered her feelings for Damon and that was BEFORE the rape. A fellow reviewer wanted more detail on how Bonnie fell in love with Damon, so at the end of chapter 13, I elaborated more on when this happened. I think what is causing your hang up is the beginning where he hits her. That is just a snippet that I used to grab you (the reader) in and set the story off. We will get to that part in greater detail later on in the story. I get that you don't understand why Bonnie would be surprise that he hit her after all of the other terrible things Damon has done to her, so I'll repeat myself. The first time you get hit EVER in your life is a shock to your system. Yes he has done all these other things before this, but this is the first time he actually strikes her, so for arguments sake let's just say that out of all the horrible things Damon has done to her, Bonnie never thought that he would ever strike her and leave it at that. It has already been established in the story that Bonnie was a virgin with limited experience with guys. Damon was her first real and adult relationship. Damon was her first everything, so at this point that does make him the "love of her life", she's just turned eighteen! Now, to clear up your confusion as to why Bonnie wasn't afraid of Damon after the rape…my question to you is, what made you assume that she wasn't? Couldn't you feel her panic and fear as she tried to get out of the boarding house before he came back? She ran from him for goodness sake! So Redbird27, I hope this answers all of your questions. Now, sit back…relax…and enjoy (please!) Chapter 14.

And, shout out to Sky Samuelle, don't get ahead of my story wink, wink!

I do not own anything in regards to the Vampire Diaries

Chapter 14

Stefan pulled Damon inside of the boarding house. Damon sat down hard on the couch and tightly gripped his hair in his bald up fists. All he kept seeing was Bonnie's bruised little body lying on his bed. He couldn't believe that he had hurt her like that. He had never in his life, living or dead, forced himself on a woman. Something was going on…something was seriously wrong with him. And, for him to do that to Bonnie was unforgiveable. He tried to push it from his mind, but the images of her wouldn't go away. Her body was so small and delicate that he always had to take the time to prepare her to receive him. He enjoyed making her wet and ready for him. Shit! What caused him to to totally lose it and brutally attack her like that? Damon's thoughts were driving him crazy because no matter how hard he tried to think, there was nothing there. It was like part of his brain was in a thick fog.

Stefan cleared his throat bringing Damon out of his thoughts. "Here." He said, placing a glass of Bourbon in Damon's hand. "You want to tell me what happened out there?" he asked, sitting down next to him.

Damon exhaled slowly. "Would you think I was lying if I said that I don't even know?" He shook his head in disbelief at everything that had happened.

Stefan looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Damon are you trying to say you have amnesia?"

"No Stefan, that is not what I'm saying…but something is wrong with me…because I hurt Bonnie tonight…I mean really hurt her…badly Stefan." Damon got up and walked to the large window, not wanting to look in Stefan's eyes.

Stefan got up from the couch and followed Damon. "Damon what did you do to her?"

Damon looked at his brother, his face devoid of expression. "What's the worst thing a man can do to a woman?" When Stefan's eyes widen in realization, Damon sped out of the boarding house.

Damon walked into the bar and sat down. He pointed to a bottle of Bourbon sitting on the shelf behind the bar. "Give me that bottle and a glass." He said to the bar keeper. When the guy raised his eyebrow, Damon slapped a hundred dollar bill on top of the bar. The guy nodded his head and placed the bottle in front of Damon and reached under the bar grabbing him a glass putting it next to the Bourbon.

Damon sat there trying to drown out the events of the night. But, his mind wouldn't let him. He kept thinking about Bonnie and the severe pain and damage he had caused her. Bonnie didn't deserve what he did to her, no woman did. He downed a third glass of Bourbon. There was no way in hell he could ever come back from what he did, roses and candy wasn't going to cut it. Bonnie was such a sweet and lovable girl who never intentionally hurt anyone. Damon sat there trying to think through the haze in his head. For a while now, every now and then a surge of violent rage would overcome him, and he'd have this overwhelming urge to hurt her. It was like he had a deep seeded need to break her will. Eventhough Bonnie was young; she had an undeniable strength about her. He used to admire how she would stand up to him even when she was afraid. Her green eyes would flash with a will and determination to not back down from him and get in his face when he stepped out of line. But, now when she did that, he only felt enraged and a switch would go off in his head, and all he could think about was making her cower before him.

Damon was pulled from his thoughts as a familiar malodorous scent assault his nose. He sniffed the air; the wolf was here in the bar. Damon poured himself another glass of Bourbon.

Mason walked up to the bar and sat one seat down from Damon. They eyed one another, neither liking what they saw. Damon scoffed turning his head away in disgust. He looked at the bartender, nodding his head in Mason's direction. "I didn't know pets were allowed in this bar." The bar keeper looked at Mason, unaffected by Damon's verbal jab.

Mason laughed and while he had the bartender's attention he ordered a drink. "Wow Salvatore, I can smell you're in a mood tonight. What's wrong, you got a hit of some bad blood or something?"

Damon snorted. "Yeah… something like that. Shouldn't you be underneath that blonde amazon of yours right about now instead of bar hopping in the middle of the night?"

"I broke it off with her, for good this time. She went back to Seattle." Mason took a shot of Vodka to the head, slamming the glass down on the bar as he made a face.

"That was a dumb move, now who is going to help warm your kennel at night?" Damon smiled lazily.

Mason looked amused. "Don't worry Salvatore; my bed won't stay cold forever. There are a lot of beautiful woman in Mystic Falls. Besides, I'm not looking for an easy lay; I'm ready for something more serious."

"Wow, I thought you enjoyed making all the ladies in this town swoon. What's wrong… is being Mystic Falls newest bachelor not all it's cracked up to be?"

"There's only one lady in this town that I want to make swoon, unfortunately she is taken." Mason halted another shot of Vodka as his eyes ventured a side look at Damon.

Damon assumed he was talking about Jenna. "Should I warn Alaric that he has some competition?"

Mason laughed. "Nah, it's not Jenna. My taste in women has changed, blondes nolonger do it for me. I'm attracted to women who have some flavor to them. It's a taste that I've recently acquired."

Damon tensed. His crystal blue eyes glinted as he looked intently at Mason. "And, who pray tell is the unfortunate young lady?" Damon sneered.

Mason winked at him. "Are you sure you want to hear the answer to that Salvatore?"

"Be careful Lockwood, some men don't take to kindly to other men sniffing around their women. If I were you, I'd hightail it back to Seattle after that blonde shewolf of yours before you get your heart ripped out of your chest and shoved up your ass.

Mason wasn't fazed by his not so subtle threat. "There is nothing wrong with a little healthy competition; I thought that you, Salvatore, of all people would understand where I'm coming from since you have been trying to steal Elena from your own brother for some time now."

Damon barely held himself in check. "That's in the past…ancient history. I'm with Bonnie now. She's mine…and she is someone that I'll never share with anyone." Mason could sense the glimmer of rage just below the surface.

"Wow Salvatore, that's big coming from you considering that you and your brother like to share your women. Does Bonnie know you think so highly of her?" Something flashed in Damon's eyes, but was gone in an instant, but Mason caught it. Well what do we have here, Mason thought.

"Bonnie is a great catch…she's sweet, smart, and gorgeous as hell…and the fact that she doesn't even realize how very appealing she is makes her damn near irresistible." Mason pressed.

"Yes, she is all those things and more, and maybe you should keep your appraisal and appreciation of her to yourself because you wouldn't want me going all ape shit on your ass because you've been checking out my girl?"

"Hey, calm down there Salvatore…I was only complimenting you on your good fortune because it is rather remarkable that someone like Bonnie would ever be with someone like you…it seems so unlikely, don't you think?" Mason said, raising his eyebrow.

Damon scoffed and turned his head away from Mason. He was really starting to piss Damon the fuck off.

Mason continued to press. "I mean think about it…it wasn't that long ago that Bonnie couldn't stand you and now …" Mason trailed off.

"…and now we're fucking each other's brains out." Damon finished for him crudely.

Mason stiffened. That stung more than it should have. He took another shot of Vodka to the head.

Damon smiled, happy that his words had their desired effect on the wolfman. Damon was almost finished with his bottle of Bourbon; he still wasn't as drunk as he wanted to be.

"You know Salvatore; you're a hard nut to crack. I don't get you. You were obsessed with Elena Gilbert and just like that (he snapped his fingers) you are over her…I mean what happened?" Mason refused to give up his line of questioning because he could smell that something wasn't right with Bonnie and Damon' s "relationship", and he didn't need to be a fucking wolf to pick up on it.

Damon was over this little chat with Mason. By the way he was talking, Mason didn't seem like he had been compelled. His interest in Bonnie still seemed to be there. Maybe the compulsion was wearing off, after all Mason wasn't completely human. Well, he'd just have to compel him again, Damon thought to himself.

Damon got up from the bar. "Well, I can't say that it has been nice chatting with you…so I'll just leave it at that." Damon tipped the bartender and left.

Thirty minutes later, Mason walked out of the bar. He was three feet from his truck when Damon grabbed him by the throat, looking deeply into his eyes, compelling him. "You will leave Mystic Falls and forget you ever knew Bonnie Bennett."

Mason blinked a couple of times like he'd been compelled, and then he started laughing. Damon looked shocked for a complete second before it dawned on him…Vervain. "Well aren't you a smart puppy?" Damon sneered.

Damon eyes flashed dangerously. "I'm sorry boy, but it's time to put you down."

Before Mason could utter a word, Damon snapped his neck, and Mason's lifeless body hit the ground. Damon smiled, dusting off his hands, "Well, that is one less problem to worry about." Damon whistled as he walked away.

A short while later Mason jolted awake, sitting up from the ground and cracked his neck from side to side. He started to laugh hysterically as he thought about what happened. He held his hand up to the street light and touched the black signet ring on his hand. Damn! This ring sure did come in handy.