AN: Sorry for the delay. Life has knocked my head between the washer and dryer. I have been going it through it. (sobs dramatically) Anyhoo... Warning. The beginning of this chapter has "lemons" so if that offends you scroll past the flashback scene. Also, thanks for the reviews. They make me tingle in my special place. I'm talking about my heart you pervs.

"Don't run away from me."

"I would never run from you, Damon."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

When his eyes locked onto her hers, Bonnie felt like her stomach was doing cartwheels and her breath caught in her throat. Damon always had certain looks he would give her depending on his mood. He would roll his eyes when she would lecture him, he would narrow his eyes when she challenged him, he would wink his left eye when he was being playful and flirty with her and they would do this wild and crazy twitching thing when he was trying to convince her to do something that was absolutely insane. Right now he was looking at her in a way that he never have before and she could decipher this particular look, she found his mouth pressed against hers. At first she was too startled to break the kiss due to the fact that she was having a difficult time trying to process what was actually happening. However, when reality began to set in, she found herself responding to his kiss by parting her lips slightly giving silent permission to Damon to take the kiss one step further. She shivered deliciously as his tongue slowly eased into her mouth teasing her tongue playfully with his own causing a long and deep moan escape the back of her throat.

Feeling encouraged, he let his left hand glide across her ribcage and down to her inner thigh where he came to a stop in the place where Tyler had bitten her earlier. He rain his fingertips lightly over the spot causing her to whimper softly as her thighs separated even further allowing him to sink deeper in between her legs. Even though it had only been mere seconds since the kiss had been initiated, it seemed like an eternity and in that moment and neither one of them wanted to put a stop to it. Breaking the kiss briefly, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and sucked at the soft patch of skin over her pulse. She arched her back in response as her fingers got lost in his thick black hair. He whispered her name against her skin and it sounded so erotic that she felt her toes curl. As his lips found their way back to hers, the kissing went from being slow and explorative to hungry and desperate. Feeling his hands explore her body made her feel better than she had in years, but there were burning questions lingering in the back of her head.

Was hooking up with her best friend a good idea? Would she regret it in the morning? Would this affect their friendship?

Suddenly he snatched his mouth away from hers causing Bonnie to gasp from the sudden lack of contact. She blinked owlishly as he flopped back down in the bed space next to her without uttering a single word. For a moment she felt like she had entered the Twilight Zone. In what world does someone kiss their best friend on the lips before turning around and acting like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened?

"What the hell was that, Damon?" Bonnie asked when she managed to find her voice again.

"Nothing," he murmured nonchalantly as he continued to stare up at the ceiling.

"What do you mean it was nothing? You just kissed me," she squeaked.

Damon let out an exaggerated sigh as he turned his head to stare at her drolly. "It was just an innocent kiss between two friends. I don't see what the big deal is."

"The big deal is that you had your tongue inside of my mouth. In what world is that considered innocent?" she asked incredulously.

"In a world where I could have had my tongue in between a different pair of lips," he said salaciously as he smirked at her.

Bonnie felt heat creep up the back of her neck.

"Damon, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you about what just happened," she insisted shoving his shoulder none too lightly.

"What is there to talk about? I kissed you because I'm an impulsive son of a bitch," he admitted bluntly, "My name is Damon Salvatore and I'm addicted to kissing pretty women. Sue me."

"Whatever, Damon," she mumbled annoyed before flopping down on her back and folding her across his chest.

The smile that had been on the vampire's face slowly faded. He could tell by the look on her face that she was feeling apprehensive and uneasy. While he thought the kiss was casual, he could tell that she had been affected in a way that he didn't expect and he suddenly felt guilty for taking liberties with her mouth without considering the consequences.

"Why are you so worked up about this? It was just one stupid kiss," he exclaimed confused.

"Because it wasn't stupid to me," she whispered as she avoided making eye contact with him.

Damon reached over and took her chin between his thumb and index finger and gently tilted her head back so she was looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Bon. I didn't mean to say the kiss was stupid. If I'm being honest, I liked kissing you. I liked kissing you a lot," he admitted hoarsely as he licked his lips subconsciously. "It's just that we both know that there are a thousand reasons why we shouldn't do this."

"A couple of hundred reasons at most," she said with a shy smile causing his aquatic blue eyes to light up with amusement.

"So even though we both know that this is a bad idea, you wouldn't mind if I kissed you again

"Do you see me stopping you?" she challenged flirtatiously.

"I always knew that you wanted me," he murmured arrogantly as he brushed his nose against her cheek.

"Damon?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up," she sighed amused.

"Make me," he taunted wiggling his eyebrows seductively.

Damon grunted in surprise as she pulled his face down on top of hers before kissing him with a hungry passion that made him melt against her. Her small hands traveled up his muscular back and he growled as he felt her nails lightly scrape over his shoulders as she pulled him closer. The room was filled with her sweet moans as she arched her back allowing his erection to rest against the seat of her shorts.

Something in the back of his mind was warning him that he shouldn't be doing this and that it was wrong, but he ignored it because in that moment, nothing felt more right in his life. Ever since Elena had been put into her magical sleeping coma, Damon had felt like he had been living life in slow motion with his head under water. Bonnie being beneath him, whispering his name tenderly, clawing at him desperately felt like he was finally being pulled up for fresh air, and if Bonnie was his oxygen, he was planning to consume as much as he could before he went back to being deprived.

Growling he reach down and grabbed Bonnie's shirt ripping it down the middle so that she was in nothing but her bra and yoga shorts. She smiled against his cheek as she arched her back slightly allowing his erection to brush against the seat of her shorts. Lowering his head, he gently bit down into her shoulder blade careful not to break skin.

She watched with wide eyes as he began to leave a trail of kisses from her neck, down to her breast, her stomach and finally coming to a stop at the apex between her legs. Heat flooded her face as he quickly discarded her panties before he pressed his mouth against her eager and weeping pussy.

Hot. Slick. Wet.

Those were the words that Bonnie would use to describe Damon's tongue as he worshipped the slender lips between her quivering thighs. Damon was known to be notoriously selfish, but in that moment he seemed like he was focused completely on her pleasure and her pleasure alone. The sheets beneath her bunched up around her waist as she withered helplessly as he pressed his face deeper into her womanhood. She sighed, she moaned, she damn near cried as he devoured her hungrily. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the shape of circles, stars and complicated sculptures against her clit causing her to both sob and moan with sheer pleasure. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as her fingers curled into the pillow behind her back as she thrust her hips upwards driving her womanhood into his mouth. She was panting, begging, practically crying for him to bring her to completion, but Damon was devious and calculating with his wicked tongue. His ego and her needs had to come to a crossing road where they both were looking for satisfaction at the same time, so the more she trembled the slower he went.

"Damon, don't stop," she whimpered hotly.

The sound of her moaning his name was enough for him to respond eagerly, but her taste alone made him more than willing to loose a few chunks of hair as she grabbed his head and bucked her way into her third orgasm. As his head emerged from between her thighs, she felt her heart skip several beats as she noticed the way his face glistened from the moisture that he had invoked when he had been tongue deep inside of her. The image was so damn hot that she nearly creamed herself again by just starring at him.

"Fuck," he growled as he reached down between his legs and began to massage his weeping manhood, "You taste amazing."

Bonnie bit back a groan as she felt her legs go weak as they slumped over his shoulders. He squeezed the back of her knee playfully as he pulled his mouth away from her center and licked his lips slowly.

"You still with me, Bon Bon?" he murmured as he made his way back up her body and planted a light kiss on her bottom lip.

As his deep blue eyes bore down into hers, Bonnie was nervous as she was quickly reminded that Damon was super experienced when it came to sex where as Bonnie had only been with one man in her life. A part of her wanted to back out of the situation, but a bigger part knew that she came too far to turn back now, so swallowing audibly she scraped up every bit of courage that she had.

"I want... I want..," she panted brokenly as she squirmed feeling heat surge between her legs.

"I'm going to need you to be a little more specific," he breathed against her mouth causing her to shudder deliciously as she could taste herself on his breath. "Do you want my lips, my tongue, my cock?"

Bonnie wanted to ask if his heart was on that list, but even she wasn't that suicidal. She knew that Damon's heart belonged to Elena and that having Damon's body was probably the best that she was going to get. While the more dignified side of her was warning her that she shouldn't settled, the woman who had been deprived of affection for far too long was willing to take what she could get no matter how desperate that made her feel.

Spreading her legs, she looked him straight in the eye and made her decision. "I want you."

Just as Damon went to remove his boxers, his phone on the nightstand began to vibrate.

Three Days Later

Honk! Honk!

Bonnie snapped out of the flashback of her sexual escapade with Damon and found herself behind the wheel of her silver Prius at a green light.

"Drive or get off the road, asshole!"

Bonnie glared in the rearview mirror at the annoyed driver in the jacked up Ford truck who was leaning on his horn obnoxiously. Resisting the urge to flip him off, she rolled her eyes and pressed down on the gas and proceeded to drive down the road that would lead her to the suburbs where her home resided.

She couldn't help but feel annoyed at over how easily distracted she had been as of late and it was all due to what had transpired between her and Damon days ago. She had been at the local coffee shop and had accidently given the barista the wrong amount of money because she had been consumed with absolute guilt for what she had done. Yesterday, she had nearly kicked the woman giving her a pedicure in her face when the poor woman had unintentionally jolted Bonnie out of the trance she had fallen in remembering all the sinful things Damon had done with his tongue. It frustrated her that being intimate with Damon had managed to make her flighty and tossed her completely off her kilter, but given the fact that she had been on the receiving end of mind blowing cunnilingus with the last man she ever expected to go down on her, could she really be blamed?

As she turned down the road leading to her house, her mind began to climb out of the gutter as she became increasingly worried and insecure about the fact that Damon had been maintaining radio silence with her for the past seventy two hours. After he had received a mysterious phone call, he had bolted from her bed and out of her house, and she haven't heard from him or seen him since. She had reached out to Stefan hoping that he could give her some hint as to where his older brother had disappeared to, but he had been just as clueless as she was. Damon hadn't returned to the Boarding House which meant that he more than likely had left Mystic Falls. The younger Salvatore had offered to give her his blood so that she could do a locator spell, but Bonnie had declined. If Damon wanted her to know where he was, he would have told her, so whatever it was that he was doing, she would give him his space and she trusted that when he was ready, he would come back home. He would come back to her.

As she pulled up to her house, she found an unexpected visitor lingering outside of her residence that temporarily distract her from thoughts of Damon.

Tyler Lockwood was leaning against the hood of an expensive looking sports car with his arms folded across his chest and a stoic expression on his face. He was wearing faded black jeans with a burgundy red Hanes T-shirt and a pair of Ray Bans hid his deep brown eyes from the sun. She was surprised to see him at her home because she couldn't remember the last time that the hybrid had darkened her doorway with his presence.

"Bonnie Bennett saving the world, one tree at a time," Tyler teased as he took notice of the cloth grocery bag being cradled in her arms.

"I'm surprised that you haven't gotten with the "Go Green" movement, Ty. I would think that someone who is as connected to nature as much as I am would want to do our part to protect our planet."

"Yeah, but it's a slippery slope. One day I'm recycling and what's next? I go vegan?" he asked making a face. "Trust me when I say this Bennett. There is nothing pretty about a vegan werewolf."

The image of Tyler in wolf form nibbling on tomatoes and carrots nearly caused Bonnie to burst out laughing.

"You may have a point. Let me get these groceries inside. I'll be back," she smiled before disappearing into the house.

When she returned, she found Tyler fidgeting nervously.

"What are you doing here, Tyler?" she asked curiously.

"I wanted to stop by and apologize for the other night," he explained remorsefully, "I never meant to hurt you."

Before Bonnie could respond, Tyler lifted a large bouquet of flowers off the hood of the car and handed them to her.

"These are for you," he said abruptly. "For some reason, Hallmark has yet to make a card that you can give to someone expressing regret over almost killing a person that you care about, so I figured that I should get you something to show you that I was sorry for what happened that night."

Bonnie blinked owlishly as she stared down at the huge sunflowers and baby breath wrapped in green and white tissue paper. They were absolutely beautiful and the lovely gift completely caught her off guard.

"Thank you, Ty. They are lovely," she murmured appreciatively. "How did you know that my favorite flowers were sunflowers?"

"I called Matt and told him what happened when I lost control at the Armory. After he spent a good amount of time cursing me out for hurting you, I told him that I wanted to bring you flowers and didn't have a clue what to get so he told me that you loved Sunflowers." He paused before looking at her sideways. "You and Donovan have to be pretty close friends for him to know that particular detail about you."

"What's wrong, Tyler? Are you worried that I managed to steal your best friend while you weren't looking?" she joked amused as she made her way onto the porch and lowered herself down on the porch swing. .

He scoffed as he took his glasses off and perched them on top of his head.

"Look at me. You really think I'm replaceable?" he asked arrogantly.

"If these flowers weren't so pretty, I would be tempted to hit you over the head with them," she growled playfully causing him to laugh.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked motioning towards the swing.

"Have a seat," she said quietly sliding over so that he could have room to sit down.

Tyler walked over to the porch swing and flopped down on it causing the metal chains to shriek.

"Careful, Lockwood. That swing is as old as me," she complained amused.

"It's funny because your grams use to tell me the exact same thing when I would hop on it back in the day," he said smiling fondly at the memory.

"Grams always said that you had no home training," she laughed as she lovingly stroked one of the petals on the sunflowers in her lap.

"My dad was an self absorbed prick and my mom was an alcoholic. Can you blame me for the way I was raised?" he snorted as he stretched his legs out in front of him and crossed one ankle over the other.

His comment made Bonnie smile sadly. Most people in town knew that Bonnie and Tyler ran in the same circles due to the fact that he was a jock and she was a cheerleader, but what they "didn't" know was that when they were younger, they had been two peas in a pod. Tyler's mom use to pay Sheila Bennett to babysit him on occasion when she had become to overwhelmed with her life as a wife and the first lady of Mystic Falls, and Sheila Bennett had basically forced Bonnie to be nice to Tyler despite the fact that he had a habit of pulling her hair and chasing her around in gross attempts to fart on her.

One particular weekend when he had come to stay with them, she had noticed Tyler had a black eye. When she had eaves dropped and heard Tyler tell her Grams that his father had hit him in a fit of rage, Bonnie's dislike of Tyler had been placed on the back burner and the natural empathy she had kicked in towards him. Their brief friendship had lasted just a single summer, but it was a time that both Tyler and Bonnie never spoke about, but always remembered fondly. Their transition from middle school to high school had drove a wedge between them. Tyler had morphed into the typical bad boy who was a dick to girls who didn't fawn over him, and Bonnie remained the type of girl who didn't bother to give him the time of day because she knew it would only inflate his ego. Never in a million years would she have though that she and Tyler would have gravitated back into each other's orbit due to the supernatural genetics that they had been born with.

As they sat in a comfortable silence, Tyler eyes narrowed as he watched Bonnie absently scratch her leg. It was the same spot where he had bitten her and he was both surprised and concerned to notice that his attack had left behind a faint scar.

A part of him, the part that was a wolf, was somewhat prideful that Bonnie wasn't ashamed the display the mark he had left on her, but a part of him was concerned over the fact that she hadn't completely healed.

Scooting closer to her, he bent his head down and frowned as he observed the patch of skin closely. He couldn't help but quietly admire the fact that she had a great set of legs. Back in the day when he was a jock on the football team and Bonnie was a cheerleader, he always had a favorite thing he had admired about every single girl on the team. He thought Elena had great hair, Tiki had a nice ass, Caroline had a great set of tits, and Bonnie had incredible legs. While Tyler was a reformed pig, he was still a red blooded male with a working pair of eyes, so he didn't feel too bad ogling one of Bonnie's best assets.

Bonnie noticed where Tyler's gaze had drifted and she smiled patiently.

"Ty, I'm fine," she promised.

"Isn't there a spell in that creepy looking book of yours that could make that scar go away?" he inquired curiously as he scratched his cheek covered in a five o clock shadow.

"First of all its called a Grimoire," Bonnie corrected him with an amused smile, "And secondly, I tried but I think that the anti magic pills that were in my system was in for too long and it prevented me from healing properly once my magic came back."

"Why did you pop anti magic pills? Better yet, why the hell were you at the Armory in the first place?"

She shook her head. "It's a long story."

"I've got nothing but time, Bennett," he said patiently as he casually stretched his arms across the back of the swing in an attempt to make himself more comfortable.

Bonnie sighed before filling him in on the events that had taken place seventy hours ago. Tyler was surprised to learn that Stefan had been the target of some ruthless huntress who had marked him for death. His dilemma had been what caused Bonnie and Damon to seek out help from the Armory which was the reason why they had been dealing with Enzo in the first place.

After he had double crossed them, Enzo had subdued Bonnie's magic by forcing some weird anti magic pills down her throat and in return, Bonnie had paid him back using some antique ax to chop off his hand. The hybrid had to admit that while he was annoyed that Bonnie had gone to such extremes to save Damon, he was kind of impressed by the fact that the Bennett witch actually had the balls to wield an ax to cut off a body part. He knew that she had done plenty of bad ass things as a witch, but knowing she was just as formidable and capable without her magic made him feel a little proud of her.

He let out a low whistle as he swayed back and forth slightly on the swing.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side," he chuckled.

"As long as you keep your teeth to yourself, you won't have anything to worry about," she smiled sweetly.

"You don't have to worry about me biting you again. I would hate to experience the next full moon as a neutered werewolf," he said wincing visibly.

Bonnie let out a peal of laughter causing Tyler's smirk to grow wider. Her shoulder's shook and her pretty white teeth were completely exposed as she cackled. He realized that this was the first time that he ever saw her completely let her guard down as an adult woman where as in her teenage years, she would cover her mouth and hide her giggling behind her hand.

As her laughter died down, she shifted in her seat causing her shoulder to accidently graze Tyler's fingertips. What happened next nearly knocked him the air out of his lungs. An electric jolt shot through his entire body dancing from the bottom of his feet clad in the latest Jordan shows to the top of his brain was beamed with memories of events that took place the night when he had bitten her and what he saw was downright obese.

"Do you want my lips, my tongue, my cock?"

"I want you."

The images that followed seconds later made Tyler flinch violently and he snatched his hand away from her shoulder feeling like he had just been burned. He didn't know what shocked him more. The fact that he had been able to access Bonnie's memories by simply touching her, or the disturbing fact that he now knew what Bonnie Bennett's "O" face looked like.

As he stared at her, he was surprised at the feeling of disappointment that finally settled over him after the initial shock had passed. Bonnie Bennett was known far and wide as being the quintessential good girl. She was the type that guys would bring home to meet their parents and wouldn't hesitate to marry and make her the mother of their children. Never in a million years would he have expected Bonnie to allow herself to fall in bed with Damon Salvatore. He always thought the Bennett witch to be a smart person with good judgement who was loyal to a fault, but apparently he had been mistaken.

Bonnie stared at him strangely confused by his reaction. "Tyler, are you okay?"

"When I touched you. I saw things," he said feeling as if his tongue had grown heavy inside of his mouth. "I was able to get a glimpse of your thoughts."

Bonnie smirk showed that she clearly thought he was full of shit.

"Really? You saw that I was thinking about ordering Panda Express for dinner?" she snarked twisting her lips in a smirk.

"Cut the crap, Bennett. We both know that you were thinking about Damon. You were wondering why he haven't called you back after you let him go down on you," he said bluntly.

Bonnie flew off the swing so fast that it nearly made Tyler dizzy.

"Oh my god. You really could see inside of my head. How the hell is that possible?" she asked shocked.

"I don't know. I have bitten my fair share of people, and this has never happened," he said with a disturbed look on his face.

"Great," Bonnie grumbled as she dug the heels of her palm into her eyes, "This is the last thing that I need right now."

Tyler could see that Bonnie was distressed and while he wanted to just go get a drink or two so he could attempt to purge the disgusting images of her with Damon from his brain, he felt an odd need to comfort her which left him feeling confused and uneasy. It was clear that by marking her, he had unknowingly established some sort of link to her and even though he didn't know how it was possible for that to happen by simply biting her, he was going to do whatever it took to reverse it.

Clearing his throat, he motioned her to return to her seat next to her which she did reluctantly. He even fought the urge to make a snarky joke when the swing protested loudly beneath her weight. They set together in silence before Tyler finally looked over at her only to find her starring down at the sunflowers in her lap sadly.

"I know that this a stupid question, but are you okay?" he asked quietly.

She began to worry her bottom lip with her top teeth nervously. "I have literally seen and experienced everything under the sun when it comes to being a witch. You know what I haven't seen or experienced? What happens when a werewolf hybrid bites a witch? I know that I would have suffered and died if I had been a vampire, but what if there are other consequences for biting a witch?"

"You mean like the chance that you might turn into some witch hybrid whenever the next full moon comes around?" he asked amused.

Bonnie head snapped towards him and she stared at him horrified as he began to laugh.

"You should have seen your face when I mentioned the chance of you being part witch and part werewolf. You looked like you were about to freak the fuck out," he snorted.

"That's so not funny, Tyler," she whined petulantly.

"I really don't think that you have anything to worry about. You are a witch and you used to be psychic," he explained patiently as he swung his legs causing the swing to pick up velocity, "Maybe the reason why the bite hasn't healed is because your magic is having some kind of reaction to the werewolf venom and you maybe I was able to see your thoughts because you subconsciously projected what was on the frontlines on your mind inside of my head."

"That's possible," she said after taking a long moment to mull his theory over.

He sucked his teeth before bumping her shoulder with his playfully. "I don't see why you were so worried. There are worse things than becoming a werewolf hybrid."

"No offense, but the last thing that I want to worry is about catching rabies every time a full moon decides to pop up," she joked.

Tyler bristled. "You are more likely to catch something from hooking up with Damon Salvatore, than you are being a werewolf."

Shots fired.

Bonnie winced as she squirmed under Tyler's critical gaze.

"As your friend, I really feel like I need to give you some advice because I'm concerned and disturbed over the fact that you are getting down and dirty with your best friend," he started.

Bonnie laughed as she rose from the swing and stared at him bemused.

"What makes you think that we are friends?" she asked curiously as she leaned against the wooden post near the stairs on the porch.

Tyler stared at her baffled. "I don't know, Bonnie. Maybe I got the crazy idea that we were friends because we grew up together and we both hung out in the same circles. There is also the little fact that when our town became infested with murderous vampires and a psychotic hybrid, we were on the same team when it came to taking them down."

"Just because we occupied the same schools and were reluctant allies doesn't make us friends," Bonnie said with traces of bitterness in her voice, "Were you there when my grams died? Were you there for me when I nearly lost my mind messing around with Expression? Did you even think of me when everyone knew I was gone for entire a Summer but didn't care enough to realize that I was dead?"

Tyler clenched and unclenched his fist as he squirmed uncomfortably at her line of questioning. He knew that she had a point. The last time that he had been any kind of real friend to Bonnie was years ago when he had punched Michael Bronson in the jaw for creating the false rumor that he had gone to third base with Bonnie in the back of his raggedy Chevy pick up truck. Even though they hadn't been close, Tyler didn't take too kindly to some dumb jock trying to smear Bonnie's reputation in an effort to be cool. After the well deserved ass beating, Mikey had retracted the story and to this day, Tyler was pretty sure that Bonnie had no idea that he was the reason why the douche bag had apologized to her for spreading the lie.

Realizing that one example wouldn't be enough to convinced Bonne that they were friends, he decided to chose a more somber and emotional incident that would reveal that he truly cared.

"Do you remember July, 11th 2014?"

Bonnie head snapped up and she stared at him taken aback. "Of course I do. It was Remembrance Day. It was the day of my funeral."

"Yes," he nodded, "It was the day that all your friends gathered at that weird little stump in the woods to pay respect to you."

Bonnie leveled him with a stare that could only be described as glacial.

"You weren't there for me, Tyler. You were there to support Caroline," she said flatly.

Now that particular accusation pissed Tyler off.

"You are wrong, Bonnie. I was there because I was genuinely sad that you had died," he growled as he rose from the swing and towered over her, "When Jeremy called me and told me that you had died bringing him back to life, I was pissed off. I was pissed because out of all of us who deserved to end up dead, you were the last person who deserved to lose your life. I may have not braided your hair like Elena did, or gone on never ending shopping trips like you did with Caroline. Hell, I may have not spent an entire summer playing Baywatch with Matt, but I did care that you were gone and I grieved for you in my own way. Despite the fact that you never consider me your friend, I always considered you mine."

The witch and the hybrid stood together in silence for several moments, both processing the conversation that had just taken place between them.

"There is something that I have been dying to know," he stated flatly.

"What's that?" she replied curtly.

"I know why you don't consider me your friend, but what the hell do you see in Damon that makes him friendship material?" he demanded with a look of confusion on his handsome face.

"When I died and was trapped on the Other Side, Damon was the only person who looked for a way to bring me back. When I was trapped in the Prison World, Damon was the one to help me escaped. I would be dead if it wasn't for him," she pointed out softly.

"So you think that just because he saved you a couple of times you owe him your unwavering loyalty?" he asked snidely. "Last time I checked, a friendship shouldn't have to revolve around the number of times you lay your life on the line for a person. It should revolve around trust and respect, and Damon only respects you when you are willing to do whatever he wants so that he can get his way. You don't think I watched for years how the Salvatore's used you as their pawn and puppet all in the name of keeping Princess Elena safe from harm? Do you not realize how much you loss because of him and his brother?"

"I know exactly how much I lost, Ty!" she hissed glaring at him with fire in her eyes, "I just choose not to dwell on it because hating Damon is not going to change what he did in the past."

"You really think your Grams would be okay with you hooking with Damon? She died in vain trying to give him what he wanted," he protested.

"Watch it," she snapped balling her fists at her side feeling the urge to strike him down.

"You may not want to hear this, but someone needs to tell you the truth, and since she is not here to talk some sense into you, I will," he said his voice steady and even, "Being around Damon is not safe. He is the reason why the people you love and care about end up hurt or dead. Your grams, your mom...you. That night at the Armory, I warned Damon that if he opened the door to that room that I could kill you. What kind of friend would ask you to risk your life just to save their own neck? He's a selfish dick."

"He's changed," she tried weakly.

"That asshole has been alive for over one hundred and fifty years. You think that he has suddenly changed because you decided to be his conscience? he snorted rolling his eyes. "Newsflash, Bennett. You could change your name to Jiminy fucking Cricket and he will still find some way to let you down and fuck you over because when it comes to him being selfish, he doesn't give a damn about having a conscience."

She stared at him coldly feeling her blood beginning to boil. She really didn't appreciate Tyler's scathing and cavalier attitude towards her attitude towards her friendship with Damon. "You don't know what you are talking about."

"I know that you are in way over your head when it comes to Damon, and somewhere down the line, he is going to hurt you," he warned quietly.

"The last time I checked, Damon wasn't the one who lost control and went feral and assaulted me," she snapped.

"I warned you to get out of there. I never wanted to hurt you, but I would have happily ended Damon's life if it meant finally getting that miserable piece of shit out of all of our lives," he said coldly.

"How many people have you hurt? How many people have you killed?" she cried angrily, "What makes you better than he is?"

"Stop deflecting and get your head out of your ass. You are smarter than this. We may not be friends, and I may not be a Saint, but I am smart enough to know that you deserve better than to downgrade yourself from being Damon's "best friend' and settle for being Damon's side piece."

"You have no right to judge me."

"That's rich coming from someone who spent her entire life judging the people around her," he sneered.

"Screw you, Tyler," she snapped before turning to go inside her house.

She gasped startled as he grabbed her upper arm firmly holding her in place

The contact caused Bonnie to stiffen and Tyler to growl softly. He could practically feel her anger rolling off her skin like waves, and strangely he could feel it as if it was coiling inside of his own chest like a rattlesnake. He couldn't explain it but for a moment it felt like they were connected. Knowing that he was potentially risking a meltdown, he moved closer to her so that he was practically towering over her.

"Tyler, don't," she warned softly.

"He destroys lives, he destroys relationships, and he destroys families. It is only a matter of time before he destroys you too," he warned seriously. "Damon is not a good guy."

"I'm not some naïve girl who looks at Damon like he hangs the moon in the stars in the sky. I don't make excuses for his behavior nor do I dismiss them. I'm not...," she trailed off quietly.

"Elena?" he laughed harshly. "You and little miss Disney princess have more in common than you think. The two of you were innocent and good before you allowed Damon to corrupt you"

"Damon didn't corrupt me," she argued heatedly.

"Bullshit! You honestly think his filth never rubbed off on you? He was the one who enlisted your help kill my Uncle Mason," he reminded her with a hard edge in his voice.

Bonnie felt her stomach twist into knots at the guilt and shame that she felt. She had spent years trying to forgive herself for the part she played in Tyler losing the one family member who could have helped navigate his life as a werewolf.

As her arm remained firmly in his hand, she could practically taste Tyler's emotions. The anger, the hurt, the resentment. It was damn near suffocating and she wasn't aware that someone like Tyler Lockwood was capable of having such intense emotions.

"How did you find out?" she asked quietly as she broke their gaze and stared down at her feet.

"Caroline let it slip one day and she threatened me with bodily harm if I ever approached you about it." He informed as he released her arm from his grasp and put some space between them. "The thing was that I wasn't even mad at you because I knew that the Bonnie I knew would never do anything like that without being manipulated and pressured by Damon."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear how sorry you are, Bonnie. We both know if you were truly sorry you would have come to me and apologized years ago," he said bluntly with a hard look in his dark eyes, "I'm just pointing out that the moment that you started throwing down with Damon, your morals and ethics became questionable. If you want to actually have a life and not be dragged through all of his crap, you need to end your friendship with him. It's toxic."

"You're asking me to not be friends with Damon and I can't do that," she huffed frustrated. "Caroline is in Dallas with Ric and the girls, Elena is in a coma, and Matt has his job. Damon is the only person that I have left."

"Look at me," he growled.

She lifted her head and stared at him with a guarded look in her eyes.

"Damon isn't the only person capable of giving a damn about you," he said seriously, "Now that we are officially friends, you have me and anytime you need me, just call and I will be there."

Bonnie held his gaze and she felt a small smile creep across her face as she saw the depth of his sincerity. Despite Tyler's clear dislike of Damon and his disapproval of their close friendship, she could tell that he really had her best interest at heart.

"She said, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Make sure that you do," he smirked before backing away from her slowly. "I'll see you around, Bennett."

Bonnie watched as Tyler made his way off the porch before getting into his car and speeding off. She stood there for a moment thinking about their conversation and was both surprised and touched that Tyler actually showed concern for her. She knew that he was probably being motivated by the guilt he felt from attacking her, but it did feel nice to have someone care about her well being. After a couple of minutes had passed, Bonnie turned and made her way into the house unaware that she was subconsciously stroking the scar that Tyler left behind on her leg.