I love knowing more about what happening to them while they were on the other side. BAMON for life yo.

15th Bite

Damon is an impatient man. He always has been. He was an old dog that refused to learn new tricks. Slowing down? Taking it easy? Damon scoffed at those concepts. He spent over a hundred years chasing a girl who definitely didn't want to be caught before he got the message. Persistence defined him.

Unfortunately, there he was, sitting on the front steps of Bonnie's new house, waiting. He knew Bonnie left for the woods every day. If he wanted to, he could have followed her and peeped in on what she was doing so religiously but he didn't. She wasn't in danger of anything.

Damon heard Bonnie's steady footsteps from a mile away. It would take another 20 minutes before she got to the house. Damon rolled his eyes. Humans walked too slowly. He'd just go and get her but she'd definitely be annoyed. Damon didn't mind annoying her though.

Still, with all of his contemplation, Damon hadn't moved.

"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked as she approached him.

"A better question would be where have you been."

Bonnie sucked her teeth and shook her head. She walked right pass Damon and up to her front door. There it is—that chill again.

"Bonnie," Damon's voice came out more vulnerable than he wanted it to. Still, Bonnie stopped. "Move back in with me."

Finally, she looked over her shoulder. "No."

"Why…"

"Because you hurt me, Damon!" She turned towards him, her green eyes ablaze with anger.

"And I'm sorry!" Damon didn't know what else to say. He seriously wasn't used to apologizing even if he felt guilty over something. "I'm sorry," Damon whispered this time. How he managed to be loved by anyone so far is beyond him. Bonnie was like Stefan in a sense that they weren't so easy on him.

"Why?"

Damon blinked. "What?"

Bonnie took a step forward, staring directly into Damon's crystal blue eyes. "Why are you sorry? Do you even know? Or are they just… easy words you use to pacify things."

Damon looked up at her. Of course, Bonnie isn't easy. It's exactly what made her so startling to him. It's hard to believe it's used to be him that horrified her, before she had the magic that gave her strength in more ways than one.

"I was frustrated. Believe it or not… being without you sort of drives me crazy," Damon scoffed. "And it must be driving you crazy too. But I took it out on you when you didn't deserve it. There, I said it." It was a relief to get it off his chest. He wasn't the good guy and being here with Bonnie made it so he couldn't hide behind Elena anymore. She always believed in him and defended him even when she shouldn't have. Bonnie wasn't going to see good where there was none though. Damon finally understood.

Bonnie crossed her arms in front of her and looked away for a moment. The streets were empty and quiet. The days and nights were always the same and maybe—yes—being without Damon made her miss him.

"OK," Bonnie finally mumbled before opening her door.

"OK? Just OK?" Damon followed her into the small house. Bonnie's smell was everywhere. It was pleasant.

"Yes," she smiled. "But I need a few things here first."

Damon raised his brow. "Things like what?"

Bonnie shuffled throughout the house. Damon watched her from the living room couch has she started to pack a big luggage.

"Look what I found!" Bonnie grinned as she held up a Monopoly box. "I haven't played this since I was little."

"Really? Monopoly?" Damon rolled his eyes at the thought. "I don't play board games."

"What?" Bonnie pouted. "What's wrong with board games?"

"I'm over a hundred years old, Bonnie." Damon stated as if that was all the reason he needed. He used to be a viscous murderer for Christ sake.

Bonnie packed the game anyway. "It'll be fun, I know it."

"Alright, what else?"

Bonnie held up a VHS tape. "This!"

Damon grabbed the tape from Bonnie's hands and stared at the cover. "The Bodyguard? No thanks." Damon tossed it to the side and Bonnie quickly went to pick it up again.

"It's a good movie. And there's nothing fun at your place!" Bonnie looked up at Damon, she wasn't going to lose to him. Damon looked down at her and they held a staring contest.

Bonnie won.

Blankets, Monopoly, The Bodyguard, Tetris, and Aaliyah's debut album were packed away and Bonnie headed out with Damon back home.

"Hey…" Bonnie started in a low voice. "You hungry?"

Damon looked at her for a moment and shook his head. "No."

"Come on," she stopped in front of him.

"Can we not do this now? Really I'm fine." He tried to walk around her but Bonnie then side stepped in front of him.

She put her bag down and tilted her head to the side. "Bite me," she said with her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why? Why this way?"

Damon didn't want to bite her neck, for obvious reasons. Really, he was ok with whatever Bonnie offered. Anything but this.

"I need this, Damon. If you don't do it now—this way—I'll only have bad memories of it."

Damon swallowed the lump in his throat. "It's going to hurt."

"It's not the pain that'll bother me," Bonnie said and Damon understood.

Damon took a step forward and Bonnie tilted her head back a bit. It won't be the pain that bothered her; Damon repeated it in his mind.

Damon leaned in and took Bonnie in his arms. The gesture was almost affectionate but Damon didn't want to think about it that way. He could hear her heart beat a little faster but Bonnie said nothing.

His lips brushed against her neck before he finally sank his teeth into her. It stung but it felt right. She returned the hug, fisting the cotton of his shirt over his back. They would be ok, Bonnie thought.

Damon drank from her neck for only a moment, cautious of how much blood he was taking from her body. Ah, there was one thing he had over Stefan for once.

Damon, again, licked at the holes he put in her neck and this time Bonnie allowed herself to be comforted by it.

It'll be a while, before the romance. Please comment and keep my spirits up. Tell me what you think!