Damon carried Bonnie in his arms to the Salvatore house. The house was empty because Stefan and Elena went away for the weekend together somewhere. Damon didn't really listen to them when they talked about their sweet and lovely plans. The point is, when the witch needed them, they were nowhere. Again.

Damon sighed and looked down at the tiny girl in his arms.

"Your life really sucks, huh?"

Bonnie twitched a little in her sleep and stroked a bit of Damon's neck. Damon smirked and walked upstairs. "You're much kinder when you sleep."

He found a comfortable guest room, next to his own, and stepped in with Bonnie.

"Time to sleep, little witch," he whispered and leaned down to put Bonnie down onto the bed.

Bonnie moaned and squeezed her arms around Damon's neck. Damon grinned; Bonnie obviously didn't want to let him go.

"I would love to sleep with you too, Bonnie… but you must be awake for that..." he said playfully and gently removed her arms from around his neck. "Besides, I have some things to do..." his voice became serious as he laid down the witch. Then he walked out the room and quietly closed the door behind him.

He left the house and went back the Bennett home. He felt the anger inside of him when he crossed the threshold.

Bonnie could have called Alaric, Stefan, or Caroline instead of him, but she called him. Why? He clenched his fist nervously and closed his eyes to calm himself. When he opened them again, his icy blue eyes were dark and empty. He had a job to do. He looked around and saw the vampire.

Without any feeling, he walked to her and picked her up. He threw her over his shoulder and took her out to his car. He threw the vampire into the trunk and turned back. He took a big breath before he went back to the house to take out Bonnie's father too.

After he finished the cleaning, he took the bodies to the cemetery. Once he was there, he opened the backdoor and took out a shovel. He buried Michael, and then burned the vampire. When he finished with everything, he got in the car and drove home.

"That was a long night," he murmured. All he wanted now was a hot bath and a warm bed.

He didn't want to think about the following morning, when Bonnie will wake up and shout at him. Tell him that he ruined her life. That it was his fault her father died.

'Turn me...'

He growled and slammed the door, angry.

oooOOOooo

In the middle of the night, he heard a noise from the corridor, then his door slowly opened. He smelt the fragrance already and knew who the 'intruder' was.

"Bonnie?" he asked in sleepy voice and slowly sat up." What are you...?" his eyes widened as he saw Bonnie walking towards him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing Bonnie who was only in her underwear. Bonnie didn't answer; she just looked deeply into Damon's eyes and knelt on the bed. She leaned closer to him and put her hand on Damon's knee.

"Go back to sleep." Damon pushed her hand off and looked away.

"I'm not sleepy," Bonnie whispered, her soft hand caressed Damon's jaw and turned his head to face her. She slipped closer to him and leaned down to his neck.

"What are you doing, witch?" Damon asked again, motionless. Bonnie smiled against his cold skin and ran her hand over his thigh.

"I know you want me," she breathed and softly kissed his neck. Damon closed his eyes and tried to control himself. He already felt his fangs starting to ache.

"We can help each other," Bonnie whispered between kisses, "I'll give you what you want if you'll give me what I want." she slightly bit Damon's neck, causing Damon to groan.

"What you want?" he moaned.

Bonnie bit him again and licked the main vein on his neck. "I want your blood."