Well, we got it from Bonnie's POV. Now let's see how Damon reacts to her letter.

Disclaimer: Characters, places, and the like from the Vampire Diaries are the property of LJ Smith. I'm just borrowing them to create this tale. All other characters that have no ties to any other fics belong to me!

Chapter Two

Twenty-four hours later, Damon was going through his mail and was stunned to find the letter Bonnie had written him. What did that witch want with him? It was obviously not an emergency, as she didn't use that spell to gain his attentions.

He chuckled at the idea that she had taken that last post card he had sent her seriously. A picture of one of the many well-known sights in Florence. And then he tauntingly wrote 'having a wonderful time – why aren't you here? We could finish what I started behind that girl's house so long ago.'

Still it had to be serious. After all, the girl had sent it overnight express delivery.

He opened it, and glanced at the words she had written him. Then he read it more intensely. It had been dated the previous day.

~Dear Damon,~

'How prudent of an opening line. Why one would think that I was Santa Claus to her!' Damon growled to himself.

~You are the only one of everyone that I have a current address for, so I figured that I should get this over with now.~

'Lucky me.'

~I'm not sure if you were going to be joining to be joining in the party in NYC this New Year's, I hope that you will at any rate.~

Damon shook his head. 'Like I would want to see any of those pathetic humans or my little brother again this soon! I'd rather deal with Attila the Hun again!'

~I'm writing this so you will know that I probably won't be able to make it.~

'I'm so crushed!' Damon snapped sarcastically.

~I was just informed today that I have a rare and almost certainly terminal leukemia that is growing aggressively.~

Damon stopped for a moment and re-read that line. Then he shook his head. 'What does that matter to me?'

~The doctors have only given me a few weeks to live, and doubt that I will live to see New Year's.~

'Pity, no champagne for little Bonnie.' Damon chuckled.

~To be honest, I will be lucky if I make it to Christmas.~

Damon ignored the strange inkling in his chest and gut. She meant nothing to him! He only sent her postcards as a lark. 'Well, that saves me money. I know not to buy her anything – as if I would have anyway.'

~For a last wish, I want everyone to go to NYC without me and do all of the fun things I would've if I had been there.~

'Tell it to someone who cares, Bonnie. I won't be there.'

~ And you personally, I hope you realize how lucky you are to have so much time before you and a brother to look back at the past with.~

'What a little brother I have. He has the girl who should have been mine! What did she see in him? He's a whiner, and won't even feed properly! He doesn't know how many times I have saved his ass over the centuries! And why would I want to talk about the past with him? All we can talk about is our family and I'd rather not talk about that.'

~Don't stay at odds with Stefan. I know that you have to at the least care about him – or else you wouldn't have come back to defend him from Klaus.~

'Just because I save his ass a few times doesn't mean that I care about the stupid fool! Romantic girl think she knows everything there is to know about me!' Damon growled, his eyes glittering in anger.

~Somehow, I know that you will find something to 'live' for. I hope you are at least chuckling at my little pun.~

Damon did grin slightly at it. 'Here she is writing to me about her upcoming death and she is making jokes. Something for me to live for, why have a reason to exist? Life is hunting, feeding, and toying with little children like her for fun.'

~But, I hope you find something to make all that you have gone through worthwhile.~

'Why does she focus solely on me? I have done well on my own for nine centuries, I'm sure I will continue on just as well after she is gone.' Damon shook his head as he stood and walked over to the window. The sun was just setting. Before he could wonder about her, Damon sat down on the windowsill and went back to the letter.

~I have other letters I have to write, and I'm already feeling worse. So I'll just say my goodbyes this way so you don't have to waste time or money coming here to see the pathetic second-rate novice witch die.~

Damon leaned back against the window frame. 'I don't know any second-rate novice witches who can stare down an ancient to guard a friend, and then help to banish the monster. I know of no witches who have ever helped to bring a friend back from the dead. So the girl has my respect, but only her and that is all it is - respect.'

~I'm glad I got to meet you Damon Salvatore.~

'Why? All I ever did was steal a kiss and then tried to take a little blood from her pretty soft neck. Damn, I have to stop thinking of her like that! If anyone could hear my thoughts, they would think that I was in love with the red head youth.' Damon fought back the smile he felt coming on as he remembered how she looked that night behind that dead girl's house as Bonnie began to fall under his control. 'That would have been so sweet and tasty I'd bet.'

~I'm glad you kissed me, and I am glad for the adventure that you and Stefan brought to me.~

Yes the kiss was interesting for a girl her age. And he had to agree that the adventure was unique in his long existence. But, why would she be glad for it?

~I wouldn't change but one moment, I would keep Matt away just to see what it felt like to have you feed off of me. Oh well, the past is the past I guess.~

'So, you're interested in feeling my fangs tear your flesh and my mouth sucking out your blood? Perhaps the past is not quite the past as you think little Bonnie. Just to say goodbye properly that is.' Damon grinned.

~Thank you for being there and for coming back.~

He remembered how she was the only one to not belittle him after that girl died on his watch. Did Bonnie somehow know that he could do nothing to help? She did hold Stefan back from attacking him. He looked at her to see what she thought, and knew there was no blame towards him at that moment – only the question of why he hadn't helped the dead girl.

No he didn't care about those humans, but he did respect her for being honest about how she felt towards him. And because she respected his Power, he respected hers in turn.

~I know there is a good man within you Damon. Please find him before you loose yourself completely.~

All that was good in him died with his mother. Damon didn't care about anything and hadn't since her death. His father had been displeased with her for defending him – because Damon had always been her favorite. The man let her die.

~Goodbye my favorite hot Italian vampire.~

Damon couldn't hold back his chuckle at that. Her favorite? And he was hot to her? That little witch had chosen wrong in favor him. And she too would soon die.

                                               

~With all of my thanks, love, and respect,~

                                                                             ~Bonnie~

'Why thank me? She wouldn't if she knew what I had planned for her that night. I can understand and return her respect, but not her love. Love is only for romantic hearted fools.' Damon told himself.

He started to throw away the letter, but then thought that he could at the least send a condolence note after she was gone. Maybe some flowers too.

With that he opened a drawer and tossed the note in before closing it back.

She didn't really mean anything to him … he only respected her Power and faithfulness to her friends.

So is that more along the lines of Damon? Don't worry this is a B/D fic, he just has to face the truth. But will he do it in time enough to at least say goodbye to her face? Time will tell.