So damn late. GOtta catch up on all of my bamon fanfiction others have written too

35th Bite

"I can't believe we didn't think of this sooner!" Bonnie said as she came skipping into the kitchen one afternoon.

"You missed breakfast, that's why you're having pancakes for lunch. Sit down." Damon put the plate of pancakes in the table in front of her. Waking up to find that Bonnie had left somewhere had ruined his mood. He immediately thought he'd done something to piss her off and she ran away again. But that couldn't be possible; they watched the bodyguard last night. She laughed and cried and sang as the movie played, before falling asleep on his shoulder.

Then she disappeared the next morning.

"Damon, look!" Bonnie urged. Damon finally focused on her. She was holding blood bag in her hand. "I realized this morning that we could have just gone to the hospital for blood instead."

"But you usually drink my blood after so you're fine."

Bonnie faked a gag. "Drinking your blood isn't fun. Drinking vampire blood is for emergency use only. Life or death."

"Blood bags aren't as good." Damon admitted. There was no way he was going to bring that stuff.

"I think they'll be fine. You were used to it before—"

"That was before I got used to you," Damon snapped. "If you don't want me drinking from you then fine but I'm not going to pretend to be ok with it."

There was a long stretch of silence afterward. Bonnie put the bags down gently on the counter. So much for great ideas. She didn't think Damon would be so against the blood bags.

"Fine," she finally muttered. It was a wasted trip to the hospital.

"Fine."

"Fine!" She barked before leaving the house.

What the hell just happened?

This wasn't his fault. His pride tied a noose around his neck. He wouldn't chase after her. The very worse part of this world is having only Bonnie to turn to. He couldn't just pretend not to notice that she was upset, that somehow it was his fault, and that it was up to him to make it better. At this point, he could hardly remember what he would normally do when he pissed Bonnie off.

Surprisingly, Bonnie returned home to make dinner. She walked with a fresh air to her. Damon raised a curious brow at her. She wasn't wearing makeup and Damon could tell by now that Bonnie liked having her eye makeup done. She liked her mascara and lip gloss though she isn't necessarily the "girly" type.

"About earlier…" Damon started. He was set on simply apologizing. Whatever happened this morning was definitely not the worst he'd done. "Sorry."

Bonnie paused. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" She asked in a tone Damon couldn't decode.

"For whatever the hell you're pissed about!" Damon snapped. He covered his mouth to keep himself from saying something he'd regret. "I need you out of this—whatever the hell this is."

"Damon, I'm fine," she said as he grabbed vegetables from the fridge. She started to clean them. "You need to let go of whatever you think I'm mad at."

Damon watched her cut the vegetables silently. What type of fight was this? Damon couldn't figure it out. He walked away from her and didn't return until dinner was over.

But dinner wouldn't ease the weight in Damon's chest over the small witch. Dinners were supposed to calm. It was the only time of the day they winded down from all of the bickering during the day. Dinner meant that they'd be able to sit in the darkness afterward and just talk. It wouldn't matter what the topic was, as long as the other listened. That couldn't happen if they were like this.

After dinner, Bonnie moved to wash the dishes but Damon took the plates from her hands. "I got this."

"Oh, ok," Bonnie couldn't spare Damon a glace then.

Bonnie later found herself in the library. The Salvatores had thousands of ancient books. She could guess that most weren't even in English. Still, she had not once seen Stefan or Damon reading anything in here. Maybe Elena had. She ran her fingers over the binds of the books. Maybe she should read more instead of trying to solve a decades old word puzzle.

She picked a book at random and opened it. Latin. "Great…" she mumbled.

Bonnie didn't know how long she'd been alone in the library before Damon came in. He stood at the door with his hands on his hips. Bonnie wanted to smile but doubted she could with the block of ice sitting in her stomach.

"What are you reading?"

She pursed her lips. "I'm not. I can't read Latin." She raised one book. "Or French." She raised another book at him. "So I'm just sitting here."

"Need some company?"

Bonnie nodded. She felt like smiling and she felt like crying.

Damon found a book and then sat on the carpeted floor with her. "I have English here too, Bonnie."

"English? How terribly common," she mocked.

Damon smirked. "Oh, Miss Bennett, you obviously lack education on great English novels. The Call of the Wild is a novel by Jack London published in 1903. A great piece of work."

Bonnie nodded. "Your favorite book."

Damon smiled though it was a cheeky one. "Very good! You must be paying attention." He flipped through the novel. He remembered every scene. Even without his vampire powers, Damon could recite every word.

"Why is it your favorite though?"

Damon looked her in the eye. "Read it first. If you still don't know after, then maybe I'll tell you." He handed her the book.

With a tiny smile, she held the book in her hands. "It's a deal then."

Damon finally stood. "Get started on that. I'm going to bed though."

"Damon, wait," Bonnie called as she got to her feet as well. She tightened the grip on the book, nervous. "I'm really not mad. I just thought you'd be happy. And you should never be obligated to but I thought you would be."

Damon sighed. "The blood bags." A light shone in the depths of Damon's mind. And then that light shone on Bonnie Bennett. She was giving something to him—just to him—and he rejected it.

"Right. But forget it now because it's not serious."

Damon reached out with both hands to hold her face. "You sneaky little witch. I love that I get to feed on you and you should know that. You should know that I always want the real thing."

"But if you drank from the bags you wouldn't have to hold back. You can have has much of it as you want."

Damon shook his head. "For someone with so much common sense you sure are dense."

"Excuse me?" Bonnie growled.

"Thank you, for the blood bags. But I do not intend to use them unless you cut me off. I don't want or need pounds of blood bags when I can have just you."

"Ok," she said but Damon wasn't satisfied.

"Just ok? You put me through hell today and end with just ok?" He pinched her cheeks.

"Cut it out!" She giggled as she tried to escape Damon's hands.

I just thought you'd be happy. Thanks to Bonnie, he was as content as a dead vampire living on the other side with a powerless witch could be. Maybe he'll do something for Bonnie too. It's only fair to return the favor. Tit for tat. He'd hate to always be indebted to her—more than he already was.

But first.

"Mind if I have a bite?" Damon asked, looking pleased.

Bonnie pursed her lips. "I thought you were going to sleep."

"Sleep?" Damon asked as brought her closer to him. "What's that?"

He bit her neck and drank from her veins.

Spring Break is coming up soon. Im hoping to get the chance to write as much as I want then.