Later that evening Bonnie was outside taking a late night walk. She did this whenever she couldn't sleep. Her mind began to dwell on things Elena had told her in the kitchen. Then just to Damon.

Stop it Bonnie McCullough! You have Matt.

She shook her curls annoyed at herself.

Continuing on down the block she got a chill. Her psychic senses were picking up the aura of someone familiar. Bonnie's heart started to race as she rounded a corner and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Well, well. Look who we have here. It's been a while hasn't it, Bonnie?"

Bonnie knew that silky voice all to well. The voice that made your stomach do flip flops and your head feel dizzy. The voice that had held her captive outside Vickie Bennett's house.

She whipped around, her curls lashing about her face. She went very still, not daring to breathe.

Standing right in back of her was Damon Salvatore.