Dont you love it when people keep their promises? Here an update with some actual length this time! WooHoo!

7th Bite

They argued all the time anyway, Bonnie thought, it was obvious they wouldn't get along any time soon. It wasn't that they liked each other either, except, Damon already admitted to liking her enough to eat her food against what his stomach really needs. He liked her enough to stick around.

Was she being too hard on him? She'd already gone this far though. There was no going back now.

She finally found a nice place not too far from the Salvatore boarding house. It was small and cozy with warm colors and smelled like old blankets. Though she could have just gone back to the home she grew up in, with no one in it, it wouldn't really be home anyway. She didn't have siblings. She didn't have a dad. And her mother? Abby was never around anyway.

Enough time passed that her wrist finally healed completely on its own. It would take even longer to forget the sensation of being bit with every turn of her wrist. In the closet of the house she unofficially owned, she found a closest full of clothes right out of the show "Saved by the Bell."

She smiled at her reflection. Knee high socks, denim skirt, and an oversized floral sweater. She looked pretty damn good.

Alone, she made breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She found another newspaper and worked on the same crossword. She still struggled with it and eventually she gave up.

Bonnie told herself she was used to being alone but she realized it was lie when she ran into Damon at the grocery store.

"Bennet," Damon said as he purposely crashed his cart into hers as he moved passed her.

"Salvatore," Bonne growled as she got her cart back on its feet.

Damon stopped to put flour in his cart. The action made Bonnie glare at the vampire. Who was Damon trying to kid?

"Really?" She scoffed. "What does a vampire have to do at a grocery store?"

"I might not be able to stay alive on it but human food is all I've got. I'd lower myself to eating squirrels if they weren't a million more times disgusting and… hairy." The very thought made Damon screw his face up. Again, he can never be as dedicated to anything so steadily the way his brother could. Animal blood for decades had made him physically weak but it just meant fewer demons to fight and zero possibly of becoming a monster. A Ripper.

"Fine," Bonnie walked right up to him and held up her wrist. "Just get it over with."

There was a long pause after. Damon simply eyed the vein running with his new favorite type of blood. Then his sucked his teeth and moved around Bonnie to grab some milk.

"What? Are you kidding right now? I'm being nice here." Bonnie didn't want to consider that she might be offended by Damon rejecting her. He might have liked to use a teasing voice but she knew Damon liked her blood. He loved it. He would drink from her with a look of pure ecstasy across his face.

And now? Damon was rolling his eyes at the idea.

"I figured something out while you were gone. What happens if I do die, huh? While starving to death might be pitiful and truthfully, agonizing, it's got to be a million times better than having to depend on you for anything. You don't have your powers and I don't want your blood. You're as useless as ever."

Bonnie drew in a sharp breath as she dropped her arm. Though she rarely gave in, Bonnie often fought the urge to cry. She definitely wouldn't give Damon the satisfaction.

"Screw—you—Damon." She grabbed her cart and quickly moved on to another part of the store.

Damon watched her walk away. It's a scene he was sure he'd gotten used to by now. He was also used to the pressure in his chest whenever she walked away. She couldn't take anymore of him. The sight of her small back disappearing into the aisles made him scowl.

Bonnie Sheila Bennet affected him. And it pissed him off.

It would be another 2 weeks before Damon and Bonnie saw each other again. This time it was on purpose. Bonnie, who had time to calm down, decided she was ready forgive Damon for what he said and how he said it. In the end, she didn't want Damon hurt, not really. She wanted to get back home. She still held hope that they could. And if she made it back home, Damon would have to be with her. No exceptions.

She walked down to the Salvatore boarding house. It was incredibly quiet. She slowed down to a stop and looked over her shoulder. There was nothing to see or hear but Bonnie felt a chill anyway.

Her brows furrowed. There was nothing there.

Once she got to Damon's home, she didn't bother knocking. It was something she'd gotten into the habit of when they were living together.

The mansion was quiet. And she knew something was wrong. She knew Damon. She knew that he loved music and he loved to dance and he'd been caught too many times in the act while making breakfast to even try to deny it.

"Damon…" She muttered before storming through the house to find him. "Damon!"

She rushed up the stairs and burst through every door she came across. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She didn't mean it! She cared about Damon! She didn't want him hurt. She especially didn't want him hurt because of her.

She finally opened a door that she found Damon behind. She gasped and rushed to his body slouched on the floor.

"Damon!" She ran to him and grabbed his face.

Damon groaned and turned his face away from the hand that grabbed him.

"Are you… Drunk?" Bonnie hissed. "Are you kidding me?!" She took the empty bottle in Damon's hand and threw it against the wall, smashing it into a dozen pieces.

The sound the shattered glass stirred the vampire. He looked up and there stood Bonnie with her usual angry pout. That judgey little face. Witches are a total buzz kill.

"Witches," Damon slurred, "You witches… don't know our problems."

"Get up, Damon," Bonnie said through clenched teeth, "Now."

"I actually like the floor. Thanks."

At that, Bonnie left. Oh? That easy? Bonnie must have even less of a tolerance for him then. He didn't even get to insult her this time.

But then Bonnie came back. Damon looked up, his vision cleared and he saw the knife in her hand.

"What are you…?" Damon started to ask but before he could finish his sentence, Bonnie sliced through her hand.

"Hurry up, and take it."

Blood. Real blood. How long had it been for him? Alcohol might sedate the cravings but it wasn't enough this time. The longer he went without blood, the more he had to drink. The effects were wearing thin though. He could proudly tell Bonnie off weeks ago but today is a different day, so to speak.

Her blood dripped from her palm and splashed against the floor. Bonnie didn't kneel down to Damon to feed him her blood. She was too good for that.

"Stand," she demanded.

Damon registered the command his body would have to follow. Bonnie was giving him something. Bonnie was giving him something he'll die without. She was doing it because she wanted to and her grace was something he had to thank her for. She's grace and hope and infinitely more deserving of happiness than he was. This was his hell and she was making it better anyway.

Damon stood; the smell of her blood was drawing him near.

He took her hand and looked Bonnie in the eye. There were a million things she was upset over, it was written all over her face but she allowed her hand to he guided to Damon's mouth anyway. His fangs appeared and sank into the middle of her hand. He drank.

So I live in New York City, and we've all been snowed in for two days, Its part of the reason Ive been able to work on this story without worrying about having to go to bed for class the next day or work or whatever :D Im just happy the electricity didnt go out or anything. Until next time!