If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off, so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up

Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot….

"I can't believe I'm doing this." That was the hundredth time that those words left Bonnie's lips. When she got that message, she packed her stuff and grabbed the car keys without even thinking. It was now two in the morning and she was wide awake as she sat in her blue Prius with her package on the backseat. The road was empty, quiet and dark. Bonnie didn't listen to any music; she didn't need music. Her thoughts were busy thundering in her mind loudly. Damon's words from the diary still flashed in front of her eyes. She could almost hear him utter those words out loud as he wrote them down. This time his voice wasn't cold but soft and caring.

Bonnie stared the road; she didn't dare turn her head to the right side not even a little. The little black covered diary that laid on the front passenger's seat reminded her that what she witnessed last night was painfully real. She didn't know why but she took it with her personal stuff. Maybe she had-and properly still has-some kind of state of shock. After she went home with the little book, she didn't open it again but she took it with her everywhere she went, like the toddlers do with their baby blankets or favorite pacifier.

It was like she would be in a whole other dimension—another world where Damon is kind and caring. That was unbelievable, maybe a little scary but still a very little bit of her heart wanted to know that Damon. That little bit wanted to look deep down inside of him. For the first time in her knowledge of the real Damon Salvatore, she wanted to see the human Damon, the one before the crazy obsession with Katherine Pierce.

She is crazy to go on an unsure journey alone without telling anyone but she has nothing to lose. To tell the truth, she didn't care if this journey had a deadly end because she really has nothing to live for. Maybe that's what she needs… a riot. Her whole life, she has lived according to the rules and she still managed to have a really fucked up life. Now it's time for a change. It's time to break some rules and start living for herself instead of everybody else.

She glanced at the GPS and realized she is almost at her destination. She drove across little nameless streets as she tried to follow the instructions and start recognizing the town. It was hard because she had never heard about it and the fact that it was pitch dark didn't help too much either. The only illuminants were her car's headlights and that wasn't enough to familiarize herself with the place.

What strengthened her uncertainty was that it looked like the instructions led her out of the town. As she continued to approach her endpoint, the city got emptier and emptier. It didn't take long before there was nothing around apart from the road, the woods and a little byway which led into the woods.

Bonnie squeezed the steering wheel and gulped anxiously when the little machine made a beep sound that drew her attention to her goal. She pulled over and stopped the engine then took out her phone to check on the address. To her biggest disappointment, she was at the right place.

She got off the car and slammed the door. This was ridiculous! If this is a joke, then it's not funny at all. She drove all the way to the edge of the state for nothing. In her final attempt, she walked around the car a few times but she didn't see anything but the little lane between the trees.

"I can't believe this…" She opened the backseat door and took her bag then slammed the door again. After two steps, she suddenly turned and went back to her car again. "I'm an idiot." she said as she zipped the bag after Damon's diary sank down to the side pocket.

She was glad to pack the flashlight because she couldn't see anything without it. She felt like Little Red Riding Hood on that small path between the dark trees in the forest. Her nerves were off the chain as the twigs kept crackling under her feet over and over again that made her jump up from time to time.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." She was sure she lost her mind. She is walking around all alone in the dark woods in God knows where. And for what reason?

Before she could answer herself, she saw the light. "I am Red Riding Hood." She slowed down her steps when she saw the little wooden house but didn't stop. "…and the bad wolf is waiting for me inside..." She decided that she was more crazy and reckless than she was brave for coming all this way. "Let's believe my wolf won't hurt me…" She sighed and lifted her hand to knock on the door.

Before she could do what she saw in the movies, her hand stopped in the air and fell down to her side. Why is she here? That's not right. That's so not right. She has to go home. That will be the best.

Just when she was about to turn and leave the little 'porch', the door opened with a creepy cracked sound.

"…Bonnie?" Bonnie was faced with a very surprised Damon who didn't even try to cover his emotions. Now she was completely unsettled; in her mind she was already in her car yet her body was still frozen. "What are you doing here?" Damon tried to put on his indifferent face and voice but he wasn't putting up a good front.

"I got your message. You sent me your address." Bonnie cleared her throat awkwardly and unwillingly as she tapped the diary through the bag.

"Yeah, but I didn't think that you would actually come." Damon was still so confused that he forgot his smirk and his cocky style. In this way, Bonnie stood beside the simple Damon-the Damon whom she only saw a couple of times in her old life, in her powerful life.

"Then why send that message?" It seemed that was the question that called out smirky Damon because in the next moment, Damon pulled up his curtains.

"Well, you called me first."

Bonnie closed her eyes nervously. She drove all night across the states to an unnamed town, walked through a scary pitch black forest and now she is standing in front of a wooden house with a psychopath vampire in the doorway who has the nerve to smirk at her and ask her why she wanted to come here? Well it is true that she doesn't really have a definite reason to going on this road trip to nowhere but still…he has no right to have that annoying smirk on his face.

"Do you want me to go?" she snapped vehemently.

"No!" Bonnie raised an eyebrow; Damon answered faster then he wanted to. "I'm bored. Maybe I can enjoy your company, if you know what I mean…" he tried to save what could be saved and winked at Bonnie who answered with a disgusted grimace.

"Ladies first..." Bonnie rolled her eyes and stepped inside the tiny house. From the looks of it, there was no sign of a guestroom.

"You can wash up there; I'll go and bring some firewood." Damon pointed at a bowl by the wall that looked like a sink and there was soap and a small yellow sponge beside it. Fantastic. "Are you hungry? Because there's no food here –well no food for the living- so if you're hungry I hope there is something in your little handy dandy bag.."

"No, I'm fine. Tha…" Bonnie swallowed back the thank you to clear her throat. "I'm fine."

Damon nodded and opened the door. Bonnie took a few steps and looked around her current environment. The house was really little-it was like a ranger's house. There was only one room; the corners were the different territories. Damon already showed her the 'bathroom' so she guessed that the toilet was probably outside. Fantastic. In the opposite corner was the kitchen with a little fridge, a counter and a hot plate on it. The bed stood beside the opposite wall with two white pillows and a blanket. The fireplace was in the fourth corner but there was no fire in it. Figures that he wouldn't have fire because Damon didn't really need the warmth and for sure that his memories related to fire aren't exactly pleasant. Bonnie was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't realize how cold it was until she started to shiver.

As she thought of this, she quickly grabbed her bag and turned around the place to find some closet or something. When she didn't find anything of the sort, she put the bag back down beside the bed in the hopes that Damon wouldn't start looking into her stuff.

She walked back to the bed and tried to figure what her next move should be. She came here to meet Damon. Maybe they can find a way to bring back her powers; but not tonight. She drove all night and that night was stressful enough. She needs to sleep before she goes to crazy town.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie turned to face Damon who stepped with logs of wood in his hands.

"Making a barrier." She said factually as she adjusted the blanket that she placed in the middle of the bed like a borderline. "So that we won't touch when we sleep." She stated.

Damon dropped the woods then leaned against the wall with a wide grin on his face.

"What?" Bonnie snapped nervously and threw a pillow onto a bed.

"I was going to offer you the whole bed but now that I know you have no problem sharing it with me…"

Bonnie's jaw dropped as her eyes widened. "I…but…I…" she tried to search for the right words but she couldn't find them. Damon's smile widened even more than before as he started walking to the bed. He threw himself onto the mattress and looked at Bonnie smugly.

Bonnie growled and took off her jacket as well as her shoes. She has to sleep no matter what the circumstance and…with whom she must share the bed with.

"I think you will need the blanket. It's quite cold here." Damon reached out for the blanket but Bonnie cried out almost hysterical.

"Don't touch the blanket! That's the barrier!"

Damon raised an eyebrow and pulled back his hand. "You do know that if I wanted to rape you, a soft blanket wouldn't get in the way of me committing the crime right?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes and sat onto the bed. "Still better than nothing." she murmured under her noise and laid onto her right side with her back facing Damon.

oooOOooo

Bonnie never slept as well as she did that night. Finally, there were no nightmares; she could sleep soundly the whole night through. She tried to open her eyes as late as possible because she knew that if she opened them, the yesterday night would become real again. As she laid on the bed with closed eyes, her other senses started to intensify. She heard the fire cracking sound and felt the typical relaxing warmth that used to make her stay in the bed under the soft blanket. She also heard someone quietly rattle with dishes; probably making breakfast. Everything was so peaceful; she never wanted to leave this bed. She smiled a little and hugged the blanket. She took in its weird but great scent. It was like a perfect mixture of fragrances. She smelt the wood, the fire and something mixed with…whiskey?

Noo…her heart sped up; she slowly opened her eyes terrified of what she will see. The first thing she saw was Damon's back in the kitchen-something that didn't completely wash away her panic. She quietly lifted up the blanket a little as she felt self-conscious. Surely her sigh of relief could be heard over the woods and all the way into the town.

"Good morning…judgey." Damon didn't turn but Bonnie could see him rolling his eyes dramatically. "Do you still have your clothes?"

This time Bonnie rolled her eyes tiredly and sat up on the bed. "Why am I under the barrier?"

Damon smirked and faced Bonnie with a glass of orange juice in his right hand. "I couldn't sleep because of your chattering teeth." he said while he walked to the bed. "I know a better way of keeping you warm but that is until we have a next time." he finished with a wink as he handed her the drink.

Bonnie didn't listen to his last comment; she took the glass and smiled a little. "Thank you." She surprised herself with these little words because she never thought that she would be telling Damon such a thing in a minor situation like the one they were in. Her first surprise was nothing compared to the one she had when she saw Damon's faint but honest smile. He just looks into her green eyes for a few minutes before his response.

"You're welcome." He almost whispered the words, never taking off his eyes of Bonnie's. Before the situation became even more awkward than it already was, Damon looked away and stepped back.

"Alrighty you can get up now, breakfast is ready." He said in his old cocky style emphasizing on his r's. "After you finish eating, we can hit the road Jack."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow as she refrained herself from arguing about her name not being Jack to see the table filled with lots of human food. "I thought there was no food for me in here."

"There wasn't but I had some business to attend to in the morning and I ran out of whiskey so… " Damon poured some of the gold liquid into a glass to prove his words.

Bonnie watched him with a strange smile on the corner of her lips and felt something warm melting her whole body. The strangest thing was that she didn't mind feeling that way. She started to look differently at Damon but despite this, she didn't forget what he did to her.

"Where are we going?" She asked suddenly when Damon's earlier words reached her mind.

"Like I said to Stefan, I have some business..." he started but Bonnie interrupted him.

"Damon, I know what you are doing." Damon raised an eyebrow and put down the glass. "I saw the books." Bonnie lowered her eyes, feeling ashamed that she read his diary. No matter what Damon did, he has a right to his own life. What she did was not right but she will keep this secret forever. Damon has no need to know.

"You were in my room?" Damon didn't seem nervous as he maintained his cocky attitude. "I knew that talk about leaving you alone wasn't honest."

"I saw the spell books Damon. I know that you're trying to bring my powers back." Bonnie ignored his sarcastic comment and stood up. "I wanna help you."

Damon's face flinched a little. "So that's why you're here." He said and if Bonnie didn't know any better, she could hear a little tad of disappointment in his voice. "…because of your juju powers."

Bonnie avoided his gaze; the hurt tone he was voicing was weird. It made her feel guilty even if she knew that she had no reason to feel this way. In this room, Damon should be the one to feel guilty.

"Yes. That's why I'm here." she said finally.

"Alright." Abruptly, Damon's voice went sour as he headed to the door. "Get dressed and eat. We'll meet out there in fifteen minutes." With that, Damon opened the door and left Bonnie alone and puzzled.

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