Truth

Damon regarded Bonnie closely as if deciding whether he would answer this question.

'Would you believe that it was taken two hundred years ago and was of you and me in one of your previous lives and my current, hmm shall I say death?'

Whatever the answer the red-head expected, this certainly wasn't it. She knew that reincarnation was possible and that she had had more than a few past lives herself but that still didn't explain how the mysterious person in front of her knew who she was. She agreed that the person in the picture looked an exact replica of her but even if it was, how could the man sitting in front of her be the same person and also what had he meant when he said death?

'What do you mean death?'

'I'm a vampire Bonnie, and so were the people in that other warehouse'.

Her look of disbelief clearly told him that she required proof. He opened his mouth and gently rubbed his tongue against his right canine and felt the familiar tingling sensation of his fangs lengthening in anticipation of a feed which he knew he wouldn't get.

'Y-You're crazy, that's impossible' she stammered even though deep down she truly knew that it wasn't. She closed her eyes and felt a sudden rush as long forgotten memories that were not of her life flooded her head. Her, Elena, Meredith, days at school and how they had discovered the existence of vampires after meeting with Stefan. Bonnie frowned as she noticed that she could only remember up to a point when Elena had been brought back to life after an incident with Klause. She frowned. What had happened after that? She couldn't recall the picture being taken and was certain that something must have happened after that to block the rest of the memories. She was so caught up in thought that she almost missed what Damon said next.

'Maybe, but I'm not the one sitting naked in front of the person who saved her from being raped and murdered, am I?' Damon stated simply as he stretched in his seat and waiting for his fangs to return to their normal state. He hadn't missed her slight pause when she seemed to be recalling something and knew that she had remembered something. It looked like her magic was still as strong as ever.

It was obvious that the red head had forgotten about this as she looked down and blushed. She had been so overjoyed at being rescued and busy figuring out the enigma who had introduced himself as Damon Salvatore that she had forgotten about her state of dress and her earlier predicament. Hurriedly she tried to cover herself up but her attempts were pathetic and only seemed to amuse the onlooker.

'Do you have anything that I could cover myself up with?' she asked, half pleadingly

'Maybe, but I think I like the view'. The sudden tears in the eyes of the red head quickly made him reconsider. If this really was Bonnie, he wanted to keep her happy and wanted to keep her safe – he couldn't let the same happen again. Bonnie needed to trust him.

In a fluid movement, the vampire left his seating position and walked across the room. Although still in a slight state of shock from the night's events and recovered memories, Bonnie watched his movements. Her mind filled with appreciation for his body and movements, his actions mirroring those of a predator almost unconsciously and as he walked past her he caught a look at his toned behind which she felt the urge to feel, squeeze and ……….

Bonnie slapped herself mentally. From what she could remember, Damon was dangerous. She should not be thinking those thoughts but she still couldn't shake the feeling that there was more she should remember. Something important and no matter how much she suppressed the feeling, it wouldn't go away. What was it?

Pulling her mind from her thoughts, she looked back at Damon that was searching through the set of draws. He pulled out a dress which was red and went halfway to her knees. He then proceeded to take out a pair of knee height black boots. He handed them to her and she looked at him questionably. The vampire motioned for her to put them on.

Following instructions and deciding the person in front of her had already seen her naked he could watch her get dressed, she put them on and found that both the boots and dress fit perfectly.

This caused her some confusion until a revelation hit her.

They had been hers! The red heads eyes opened wide at the thought. These clothes looked brand new but if she had known Damon two hundred years ago, why did he even still have them?

Damn her inability to remember.

She chanced a look at Damon and saw him staring. Once more emotions seemed to stir in the depths of his eyes and this time it seemed more pronounced as he tried to keep his thoughts and feeling showing in any other was.

Damon was dumbfounded. Bonnie was exactly the same and the outfit brought out memories. He had brought it for her twenty-second birthday and she had loved it but never gotten a chance to wear it. She had died before the night ended. She…… no, he couldn't go down that line; he wouldn't weep or even shed a tear like that weak brother of his when Katherine and Elena had died. He was stronger than that and besides, he hadn't showed an emotion apart from anger and rage in the past two hundred years.

Love seemed so foreign to him and he had only truly experienced it with Bonnie. Part of him wanted to feel it again but part of him didn't and all he wanted to do was run from Bonnie. Although he wouldn't even admit it to himself, deep down, he was afraid of hurting again.

He looked at the reincarnation of his love in front of him and opened his mouth.

'Bonnie, how much do you remember?'

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