Author's note: So having kept Anna alive, I realize that we never learned much about her and Pearl. When did they become vampires? Was it Katherine or did they simply meet up with her along the way. We know that Anna was stronger than Damon, thus older. Over time, I hope to flesh out a history of sorts for the girl.

I originally intended this chapter to be a bit longer but smut happens so I'll leave you with this and hopefully get the rest typed up later this week. Happy reading.

Would this night never end? Bonnie thought to herself as she looked at the five other people sitting in the lounge of the Salvatore boarding house.

After Anna had snuck into Caroline's room and 'tapped a vein' for the injured blonde, they had waited impatiently for some sign that it had worked. When the doctor finally came out and told Liz Forbes that her daughter's condition was improving and recovery was expected, they finally headed for the house. Now the eldest vampire was sitting on her teenage boyfriend's lap as he rubbed her back.

Elena was shooting slightly disgusted looks at the pair. Possibly due to the fact that Anna's being here reminded her that Jeremy was now involved with the vampires thus causing the current rift between the siblings. Or maybe the green tinge on Elena's face was due to the fact that Anna was sucking blood out of an IV bag like it was a capris sun. Unlike Bonnie, who had watched Damon feed like that before, Elena had only really observed Stefan feed the one time she gave him her blood. It was something you had to get used to.

"Okay, Carole, and let me know if there is anything I can do to help." Damon's voice broke the witch out of her ponderings. He had called the mayor's wife as soon as they arrived home. To deflect from the sheriff's lack of supervision over her deputies, Damon pointed the blame toward the antique Gilbert device. After all, they had no idea what Jonathan Gilbert had attempted with the contraption and since there were no notes that it was ever tested, how could they be sure that it wasn't just a poor design.

"Carole Lockwood should now get off Liz's back," Damon reported to the group. "Bon-Bon, you sure that Emily didn't screw up her spell." He stood behind her chair and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Hard to say," Bonnie began. "But you've experienced her spells first hand, what do you think?"

"We've always assumed that it was only vampires that circulated through Mystic Falls," Anna spoke up from her perch as she crumpled the now empty bag. "What if there were other supernaturals in residence that Emily had wanted to out?"

"Such as?" Stefan leaned his elbows on to his knees.

"Shape shifters perhaps." The girl shrugged as she stood and helped herself to the bar pouring one for herself and one for Jeremy.

"You mean like werewolves?" Damon asked. "I didn't think they existed."

"Rumors of them exist in most cultures." Anna explained. "I've never seen one but I have no reason to think they aren't real."

"Come on, the mayor and Tyler as werewolves," Jeremy laughed. "Dicks yes, but wolves, no."

"You never know, buddy boy," Anna plopped down beside him as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Well we've been avoiding the subject long enough." Stefan started.

"Katherine." Damon finished for his brother.

"Why is she here now?" Elena sat up straighter. "And how could you let her get access to our house." She stared at Damon.

"I thought she was you." The dark haired vampire defended himself. "It was your aunt that told her to come inside."

"And there was no clue that "I" wasn't myself."

"Okay, I did think you were acting a little more peculiar than usual but I thought it was just the stress of the night."

Jeremy snickered.

"In what way?"

"It was nothing." Damon hedged, not wanting to say some things in front of Bonnie or his brother.

"What then?"

"Let it go, Elena."

"Just tell her, Damon." Stefan knew he was hiding something.

"Alright then." Damon took a swallow of his drink. "She came on to me. Rather strongly."

"She did what?" Bonnie almost leapt from her seat.

"Nothing actually happened and that's when Jenna saw us on the porch." Damon soothed his girl. "By the way, Jenna may ask you about it at some point." He looked to Elena.

"And this didn't clue you in?" Stefan was incensed.

"I wouldn't do that." Elena stated but did not meet anyone's eyes.

Bonnie bit her lips knowing from recent events how Damon would have thought it was Elena he met on the porch. Seeing the look Jeremy was giving his sister, the witch had to wonder just what all the younger Gilbert found in Elena's journal besides vampires. She made a mental note to talk to him later.

To deflect from the looks she was receiving, Elena was quick to add. "Katherine said Bonnie and I were to stay away from you."

"She hides for almost a century and a half and now she's getting possessive." Damon shook his head as he massaged Bonnie's shoulders as he felt them tense up. "I don't get it."

"And why would she put you both in harm's way tonight?" Bonnie looked up at him.

"Maybe that wasn't the plan." Stefan hypothesized.

"How do you mean?"

"Katherine was intent on killing John tonight," He continued. "Why ?"

"Brother, I think you should go have a chat with him tomorrow."

"Me?"

"Because, I need to represent the counsel tomorrow at the open house for the mayor's family." Damon responded. "Oh and given the events of the night," Damon looked around the room. "Carole said the school board is closing the school for tomorrow."

"I need to pick up Grams at the airport and then we'll head to the mansion." Bonnie added.

The three couples then adjourned to their respective bedrooms. Damon could still smell smoke and kerosene so he stripped as soon as he reached his suite, their suite he corrected himself, and headed into the shower. Bonnie silently followed him. She stood naked just outside the enclosure.

"Hey," Damon reached out and caught her wrist, gently tugging her into the warm spray. "You'll freeze out there." He maneuvered her so that she received the full benefit of the showers luxury fixtures and then proceeded to lather first her hair and then her body.

Bonnie sighed and moaned with the delicious pampering she was receiving but still she said nothing. When she picked up the gel and began to return the favor, Damon caught her chin with a finger.

"So which is it, Katherine or Elena?" He asked as he held her eyes captive.

"What?"

"Which clone has the circle dances going through your head?"

"Both, I guess," she finally conceded.

"You," he kissed her forehead, "have nothing," then her nose, "to worry about," and finally her lips. "I am here with you and this is exactly where I want to be."

"Katherine is warning us away from you."

"She can warn all she wants, not going to happen."

"Elena's having a hard time denying that she's attracted to you."

"Elena is confused." he shrugged before he lathered his own hair quickly. "Maybe something in her genetics."

After they had rinsed away the suds, he skated across the tile with wet feet to collect fresh towels. Wrapping one around his waist, he meticulously dried the girl in front of him.

Leading her back toward to the bed, he stopped for a moment. "Would you?" he tilted his head to a candle.

Bonnie smiled and nodded. The candle next to him flickered to life before all the others followed suit. "I guess it would be better now than to have them catch later." she giggled.

"For what I have in mind tonight, much better."

"And what would that be?"

Damon just grinned and scooped her up in his arms. He deposited her in the middle of the bed with her head pointing toward the foot. "Turn onto your stomach." he directed.

When she gave him a look in askance he smiled. "Humor me."

As she turned over, he placed a series of open mouthed kisses across her shoulders. As one hand wove into her damp hair to massage her scalp, the other stroked down her side.

Licking a path down her spine, he stopped at the base. His fingers traced the contours of her bottom.

When the curious digits fingers dipped lightly between her cheeks, Bonnie tensed. "Damon?"

"Shhh, sweetheart." He whispered in n her ear. "We'll never do anything you don't want and we'll always discuss any of the more adventurous things we might want." as he spoke, his hand skimmed down her body farther to dance over her inner thigh.

Sliding downward, he resumed trailing kisses where his fingers had been. Bonnie squirmed against the mattress in anticipation. "So good."

"Still plenty more to come." He wormed his arm between the mattress and her hips as he rested behind her. "Can you pull up onto your knees?"

"MMMmmmhmmm." she breathed as she drew up her legs raising the lower half of her torso while the upper half was supported by her folded arms.

"Perfect, " He rubbed both thighs now as he took a long swipe with his tongue against her snatch. "So perfect." The grip on her legs tightened as he buried his face against her.

"Yes" she gripped at the comforter. "More." she shouted as she began to quake with her orgasm.

Damon continued his ministrations to prolong the wave she was riding. As he felt her coming down, he got to his own knees. Taking his length in hand, he guided himself to her entrance. "You okay?" he asked.

"Please." was the needy response she gave him.

"Never beg, my darling." He slid into her with a steady stroke. "It doesn't become you." He draped himself over her back , supporting his weight on one arm as the other wrapped around her chest. He then straightened bringing her up with him so that she was resting only on her knees and against his chest. He slowly began to pump inside of her as his hand moved to knead a breast. The other hand slipped into her nether curls and rubbed her clit.

Bonnie lifted an arm to curl it back around his neck as she gripped his thigh as well. "So close," she moaned.

"Open your eyes, Bon Bon." he commanded "Watch us."

As she opened her eyes, she realized that he had positioned them so that the room's freestanding full length mirror caught their reflection. She was mesmerized by the sight. Scanning down, she watched as Damon slid in and out of her.

"You are so beautiful like this." he cupped her jaw and craned his own neck in order to kiss her. "Keep watching us." he said as she began to close her eyes.

Snapping her eyes wide, she saw that he was also watching their reflection as he kissed her and his thrusts started to pick up some speed.

It finally became too much for her. Clutching his hair, she turned more fully into his kiss as she screamed her release against his lips.

Lowering them back onto all fours, Damon began to pump into her in earnest, burying his face in her hair as he reached his own climax.

Collapsing onto the mattress, Damon rolled to his side. "Only you, my little witch. Only you."