A/N: Hadn't intended writing a second part but you guys asked, and I answered. (Also, need to rectify the small problem of witches not being able to be compelled... I thought that because Bonnie hasn't come in to her powers yet, she could be. My bad!)

Note: please remember Bonnie is younger here (think S1 Bon-bon) so her thought processes and reactions will seem more immature than the character we're used to.

"Bonnie!" Elena bundles her into a hug, "I was worried!"

"I just wanted a walk," she shrugs, offering a forced and that was all smile.

"You okay? You seem kinda spaced out?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. How's… the Matt situation?"

The brunette's face twists, "Not great. I've called my parents to pick me up actually. You wanna come with?"

Bonnie shakes her head. "No, it's okay. I might try my shot with Devon," she lies, looking over at the blonde by the pool table, who, until just a few minutes ago, was the most beautiful guy she'd ever seen.

"The senior?" Elena follows her gaze, "You and half the school."

They laugh, a little strained, and her best friend tilts her head in that there's something you're not telling me way. "You seem weird, Bon? Let's both get out of here. Let my dad give you a lift."

From behind them, a guy in a red polo yells Beeeeeer Pongggg to a few cheers. Bonnie gestures towards his direction, "Thanks but I think I'm gonna try and show the boys up by playing."

Elena's mouth unhinges in protest and Bonnie says, "We still on for ice cream tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday. Of course."

They hug again and she waits until Elena is hidden by trees to walk the opposite direction to the cheering boys. She would have gone back to the road to find him, if Elena hadn't been heading that way. Will he find her too? Whisper that she wants 'everything'? The thought is unpleasant. Mystic Falls is a small town – very small – and its not often she stumbles across an unfamiliar face (especially a face that looks like that).

"Go back to the party and forget ever meeting me. But remember that you want to taste life, all of it, because you do. You're hungry."

His pupils had danced as he spoke, holding hers hostage, a blue flame. Then, he disappeared. Bonnie frowned, even called his name in her intoxication, but the mystery-guy was living up to his moniker. She traipsed back through the trees towards the music, head spinning, into Elena's arms.

/

The living room light is on; her Gram's flicking through a photo album.

"I didn't think you'd still be up," Bonnie offers as hello. She jumps at the album snapping shut.

"Something's changed."

Fighting the urge to eye-roll at her Gram's spirit crap, she crouches on the floor to unzip her boots.

"What happened tonight?"

Bonnie pulls to free her foot from the shoe. "Nothing. I danced with Caroline and Elena?"

"You met someone."

Okay, that's freaky. "How did you know I-"

"What did he say to you?"

She straightens from the matt, her Gram's grave expression unsettling. "This is really weird."

"Answer me, Bonnie."

"He… he said his name was Damon?"

"Did you tell him yours?"

"Yeah, I don't-"

"And your last name?" the older woman interrupts again.

Bonnie cringes. "I think so."

There's a pause before her Grams asks, very calmly, "Did he tell you to forget him?"

And Bonnie's pulse thickens, "Grams… what's going on?"

"Did he tell you to forget him?"

She nods, near terrified now.

"Bonnie, come here," the woman demands, holding out her hands towards her granddaughter.

"You're scaring me."

"Hold my hands." Shaking, she walks towards the couch, and takes the cold fingers. Her Gram's inhales, running a thumb over the skin. "I'm going to perform a memory spell-"

"What!?"

"I know you're confused and scared but this Damon is not good, Bonnie. Really not good," her voice toughens, "I need you to forget ever meeting him."

"By performing a spell?" She struggles against the grip on her hands, "Do you know crazy you sound?"

There's a sad smile in her Gram's next words: "When the time is right, you'll understand. But for now, please, indulge me. You deserve to be a child a little longer, Bonnie… Close your eyes."

"This is insane," she mutters but closes them anyway, responding to the woman's softened instruction.

The language that tumbles out of her Gram's mouth tugs at her very veins, a sudden impetuosity that longs her mouth to echo. Her heart leaps in the strange warmth, their hands buzzing with some impossible energy, and then there's Damon. He assumes the blankness of her mind, leaning towards her, whispering. His smirk pulling a smile from her lips. Bonnie wants him to take her hand, she tries, but he starts to evaporate into, or eaten by, a mist. She focusses on forcing his features back into place, reaching for the vapour to re-form the man but she's forgetting what he looks like… forgetting… forgotten… she opens her eyes. Her Gram's touches the damp beneath them.

"Why am I crying?"

She smiles. "It's late, you should go to sleep."

Bonnie frowns but nods, suddenly consumed by fatigue. "Yeah… night Grams."

Her bed is strewn with potential outfit options and she sweeps the clothes onto the floor, unpeeling the covers to crawl inside. Sleep snatches without hesitation; the man waiting below her window smiles.

"See you in a few months, Bonnie," he says to the night.

The front door unlatches, announcing the oldest living Bennett. "The spell is done," she tells him, "She won't remember."

Damon thrusts his palms down his pant pockets. "You look like you have more to say."

"I don't trust you –"

"- Probably wise."

"- But I expect you to keep to your word."

The vampire's cheek creases with his smirk, "Mystic Falls isn't ready for a Salvatore return just yet."

She nods and turns to re-enter the house. His gaze flies back up to the second-floor window, one last time.

"Don't fall in love with her."

Damon chuckles at the woman's reappearance. "Couldn't get enough?"

"I mean it," she warns.

"Bonnie?" He blows out a breath, "Relax, my heart is already preoccupied."

"She's special."

"I know," he says without thinking.

The woman's eyes widen. "You'll hurt her."

I know. "I hurt everyone. Don't take it personally."

"This isn't a game, Damon."

And he doesn't push it. He'd heard the mini-witch call his name, blatantly uncompelled, cursed himself for being so stupid, and went to find a Bennett for his bidding. Of course, the granny was as hostile as her ancestors and gave him a nasty brain aneurysm the second she opened the door to him on her porch. Wisdom is knowing when to pick your battles, and he doesn't fancy sprawling on the front lawn, mucking up his new denim. Besides, falling in love with a Bennett? He chuckles as he saunters down the street, destination who the fuck cares. Bonnie's a pawn in his plan, nothing more.

A/N: Oh, how wrong you are Damon. The whole last scene was a very spontaneous decision but Sheila Bennett is such a bad-ass I couldn't resist. There won't be anymore to this story – I really want to turn another idea I've had for a couple months into words.

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