The next morning, Damon baked some eggs and bacon in the kitchen, whistling cheerfully during his work. Bonnie a nerve last night, but it's over now. While he worked he read a book which laid on the counter. It was an old, large book with yellowed pages.

"It would be much easier if I would understand the witch language," he murmured while he read another weird and difficult spell. Finally, when he finished his work, he closed the book and put the food on a nice ceramic plate. He poured some tea into a mug then placed everything on a tray. In the middle of the tray he put a little vase with a white flower on it. When he finished, he looked at his work smugly. "Fascinating…"

"Breakfast is ready!" Damon called loudly and shook the doorknob of the room Bonnie was in. "I hope you won't hit me with a lamp or something. That wouldn't be nice…"

He opened the door and stepped inside. Bonnie sat on the bed, her legs pulled up to her chest.

"I'm not hungry," She said, her voice was weak and sad.

Damon sighed and put the tray down on the nightstand. "You must be. I worked hard."

Bonnie ignored him and turned her head away from him. Damon smirked and sat on the bed beside her.

"Oh, Bonnie, I know you are ashamed. I promise, I won't tell anyone that you wanted me. Although, if you feel the need again –excluding to my blood-… I won't protest."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Jerk."

Damon just smirked at her.

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you just leave me alone? Why do you want to help me?" Bonnie still didn't look at Damon so she couldn't see his face suddenly became serious for a quick moment, but after that the usual smirk appeared again.

"I need good points for Elena."

"She would never love you, you know that right? No matter what you do that won't change. She loves Stefan. She won't love you." Bonnie looked at Damon to see the damage what her words caused.

Damon just smirked at her. "I know. I'm a disgusting parasite… I remember very well."

Bonnie's eyes flashed with a little guilt, but stayed in silent. After a few minutes silence, Damon stood up.

"Bon Appetite."

Bonnie watched his back as he walked away, then her glance wandered to the tray on the bedside table. When she saw the flower she raised her eyebrow.

"A white tulip?"

Damon turned and winked at her. "Just for you. After your little naughty mission last night, I think you need something… pure. To remember who you really are." with that Damon turned and left the room.

Bonnie looked after him, confused. That was a different Damon. A Damon whom she doesn't want to know. A human Damon. A Damon whom is harder to hate…

"Enjoy your breakfast," Damon yelled through the door before he clicked the lock.

Bonnie heard the sound and jumped out from the bed. She rushed to the door and started to jiggle the handle. "Damon! Let me out!"

"Nope. I'll keep you here until Elena and my brother come back." Damon leaned his back against the door and enjoyed the show

"What? When will they come back?"

Damon's grin went wider. "I don't know… a few weeks maybe…So we have time to enjoy each other. Just me and my little witch." Damon heard Bonnie's foot banging on the wooden floor as she stomped over to the bed.

"You're crazy!" she yelled.

"That's why you love me!" Damon sung the words playfully.

Bonnie growled and threw something to the door which shattered loudly, probably the vase.

"That wasn't nice, Bennett! I thought you loved my flower."

The last response was an angry 'I hate you'. Damon sighed and walked away from the door. "Yes, I know."

oooOOooo

Damon sat on the living room with a glass of whiskey in his hand and read a book. It was almost 4 p.m. When he gave a lunch to Bonnie, she completely ignored him. She kept quiet the whole time, even when she saw the new white tulip in a new vase.

Damon decided he'll keep up this habit. He didn't let Bonnie out because he thought she needs some time alone to calm down. He was lucky she lost her power, who knows what she would have done…

Just when he turned a page, the door opened. Not soon after, Stefan and Elena stepped in the room.

"Hello birdies," Damon said indifferently and turned the page.

"What are you reading?" Elena stepped behind him and leaned down so she could see the book better.

"Just a cookbook."

Stefan also went closer and raised an eyebrow. "That's a spell book."

Damon sighed, closed the book and stand up. "Maybe. And now I have some homework so if you two will excuse me…"

"We missed you too." Elena rolled her eyes and went back to her luggage, "Stefan, can you bring these upstairs, please?"

Stefan nodded his head and grabbed the bags.

"Oh, and I promised to Caroline I'll call her when we came back. Maybe it can wait a little…" Elena slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

"You're such a good friend, Elena," Damon handed her the coffee and looked at her scornfully.

"What is your problem now, Damon?" Elena asked tiredly and took a seat beside the counter.

"Nothing. Instead… the witch needs you." Damon put down his cup and took his book.

"Bonnie? What happened? Is she okay?" Elena's voice was full with worry.

"Physically? Yes. But, she has some serious issues in her head…"

"Where is she, Damon? Tell me what happened with her!" Elena stood up, her legs were shaky. Damon drove her crazy with his little games. She had a weird feeling that Damon did something with her friend. Like Damon had read her thoughts, he rolled his eyes.

"I didn't touch her. What's more… I was her hero in shining armor. But, now you're here so I won't babysit her anymore. She's your responsibility now, not mine. You are her friend; at least you say that…"

"Damon please, stop playing games. I need to know where she is. I want to help her, I care for her. Please, tell me what happened and where can I found Bonnie." Elena was so nervous her voice trembled. Why did Damon say these things? She's really a bad friend? But she cares for Bonnie! Sure, they didn't speak for a long time, but she had problems and Bonnie was with her father all the time. She just didn't want to risk her life. Without her powers, she's just as weak as everybody else. "Is she at home? Is somebody with her?"

"There's no home sweet home for her anymore, Elena. Now, you're not the only poor little girl without her parents. Who's the most desperate orphan you, or her? It would be a good reality show."

"You are disgusting," Elena's eyes filled with tears. She looked into Damon's cold eyes hatefully. "There's nothing human in you. Not anymore."

Damon smirked and leaned closer to whisper privately. "That's the best part of being a vampire." He pulled away and headed toward the door. "She's in the guestroom, by the way. In the one next to my room."

Finnaly with correct grammar. Thanks LittleNapoleon! :)