A week went by. Then another…

The vision wouldn't return.

Bonnie was focused, and desperate, to seek the resolution of the premonition that ended rather abruptly. She decided she wouldn't tell Damon what happened until she got the end to the story, which was difficult to conceal, as Damon was observant and monitoring her with suspicions.

"I promise you, I'm fine," Bonnie attempted to reassure him. She kissed him on the cheek.

She heard Damon make a low noise in his throat as she turned from him. He gently took her by the wrist.

"You're not fine," he sighed. His forehead began to crease as he examined her. "You're quiet, which isn't like you. You hardly made a peep when I drank an entire bottle of bourbon the other night- which I only did to get your attention. Heck, you barely look at me these days." His eyes fell as the grip on her wrist loosened. "Did I do something wrong? Did I mess this up?"

His words jarred Bonnie from her revelry, her heart leaping in shock. Her stomach felt sick.

"Oh my God, Damon. No," she gasped. The air was knocked from her chest as she unexpectedly dove into his arms. Her fingers laced in his hair as he held her. "You've got it all wrong," she whispered in his ear. "I can't tell you all the details right now, but I had a vision. I just have to see this through, if you'll be patient with me?"

The tension melted from his posture as he rubbed soothing circles onto her back. He then clasped her by the arms, holding her just far enough away from him for them to be nose to nose.

"I'll be patient with you." His voice was soft as he smiled. "I just don't want you to shut me out. When you're stressed, I want you to trust me and share your struggles with me. Let me be here for you, okay?"

Bonnie took his face into her hands.

"I don't mean to shut you out." Her lip slightly pouted. "You know when it comes to me and my magic, things get a little tricky. I'm sorry I haven't been good to you lately."

He made a humming sound as he smirked, his arms snaking around her waist. He kissed the tip of her nose, his lips lingering before he pulled away.

"You're always good to me, Bonnie Bennett. You never have to worry about that."

"I'm glad you feel that way," she grinned. "I'm close to figuring this whole thing out, I can feel it. Then I'll tell you everything…"

…

The problem with premonitions was it was impossible to pick up where you left off. There was no bookmark. You couldn't click to save a file. Like looking into a kaleidoscope, you could see bits and pieces as it formed a picture. But by the next second, it dissolves into something else, pulling you into new scenery without regard of your personal feelings. Her visions were a forward trajectory that seemed to intentionally show her certain parts of her future. She just couldn't discern why.

Bonnie found it challenging to hone in on the moment that lay heavy in her mind. Her and Damon, years into the future, tracking down the people who hunted them.

She attempted meditation, visualization exercises, spells, opening her third eye.

Nothing was successful.

Bonnie realized, her premonitions weren't able to be conjured. The harder she tried, the more the pictures in her mind escaped her.

After she had decided to take a break for a couple days, by Damon's request, she found the visions came easily to her as they sought her out at her calmest of moments. They appeared when she wasn't looking.

When she took a bath and dunked her head underwater, an intense vision gripped her. As always, it began with voices, then colors swirling in her mind.

Crimson... Scarlet… Burgundy... Blood.

There was blood everywhere. Bonnie's hands were covered in it.

She looked down and saw Damon lying flat on his back, a gaping wound in his shoulder. She was kneeled next to him, her demeanor slightly shaken. She pressed her hands onto his injury attempting to slow the bleeding.

Damon emitted a low hiss, his head falling back.

"What happened?" Bonnie spoke.

"He had one of his fledgling vampires rip a hole into me to temporarily take me out of the equation." He grimaced, sneaking a look beneath Bonnie's fingers. "It's gonna take me a bit longer than normal to heal. I'm losing a lot of blood."

"I can get you on your feet in a couple minutes," she nodded. "I can boost your healing." Her eyes fluttered closed.

"No." Damon's voice went low as he hastily grabbed her arms.

Her eyes widened.

"Don't do it, you can't," he insisted. "It'll drain too much of your strength. He knows that's the first thing you would do when you found me. You'll be vulnerable, Bonnie. That doesn't help either of us."

"What are you saying then, exactly?" her voice rose an octave, her tone defiant. Bonnie's gaze drifted back to his blood-soaked shirt. "You're bleeding out in front of me, Damon!"

I don't have the same resolve as I did in my other vision, Bonnie worried. This feels like I'm crumbling.

"Honey, I'll be fine. It's just a little scrape. Go on without me," he encouraged. "I'll meet up with you as soon as I'm able. I feel better than I did even five minutes ago."

She scoffed. "Unbelievable. We've been dodging bullets all day, and not to mention dozens of vampires. Now you're wounded and you expect me to walk in there without you? Leave you here while you're defenseless? Babe… are you serious?"

"What other options do we have right now?"

Damon struggled to prop himself up on his elbows. His usual milky complexion seemed even paler.

"That's exactly what he wants us to think! That we're out of options," Bonnie exclaimed. "He's trying to split us up, Damon." She let out a deep sigh, wiping his blood on her pants. "It's some twisted game he's playing. I feel like we're walking into a trap."

He quirked a brow. "Did you have a vision?"

"No." She frowned, nibbling on her lip. "That's another thing that's bothering me. Someone is blocking me. I can feel them sneaking around my mind. They must have a powerful witch with them. I'm telling you, Damon…I don't like this. I'm flying blind right now."

Damon groaned, fully sitting himself upright. Luckily in the time they took to argue, the gushing blood had finally come to a stop.

He laced his fingers in hers, a soft smile on his face.

"I rarely see you get your feathers ruffled these days." His voice was a mixture of worry and comfort. "What's got you afraid?"

She huffed, turning her face away. "I'm not afraid. I'm angry."

"Angry about what?"

Bonnie wanted to shoot to her feet. She wanted to stand as tall as a skyscraper and scream.

Yet, all she could do was slump to the ground and put her face in her hands.

She peered from her hands to look at him, tears threatening to spill.

"I'm angry that man has the audacity to threaten me and my family. That he thinks he can do whatever it takes to get what he wants." There was lightning behind her eyes. When she removed her hands, her caramel skin was smeared with his blood.

She reached for Damon's shoulder, her fingertips lightly moving across the bloodied fabric. Her ferocity instantly melted.

"I'm angry that he hurt you," she whispered.

Damon tilted his head downward to kiss her hand. He looked up, using the pad of his thumb to scrub the blood from her skin.

"If anyone should be running scared, it's him," he smiled. "If the only way for him to win is to split us up, then the odds are in our favor. I'm healing and I'll be okay, and you're still the most badass powerful witch I'll ever know. We've got this. I know it."

After all these years, he's still my cheerleader, Bonnie thought.

Damon finished cleaning the blood from her cheek, as she wordlessly took his face into her hands and leaned in to kiss him. Though it took him by surprise, he was used to his wife responding with her lips rather than words. She kissed him thoroughly, as if it would be their last, her chest pressing into his. When she pulled away, the front of her white blouse was covered in blood. Her long hair that had become tangled earlier in the day hung around her face. She breathed deeply, and slow. Damon thought she was the most beautiful being he had ever seen.

"I love you," she whispered. Her hands had fallen to his neck.

Damon knew exactly what she was trying to convey in just three words.

"I love you too." His fingers caressed strands of her hair as they sat in silence, which lasted only a few moments. Time was slipping away, and they couldn't afford to lose more of it.

"To comment on your earlier statement, I trust your intuition," he acknowledged. "If you think it's a trap, I don't want you going in there alone." He pressed into his shoulder wound, then rotated his arm to test his muscle movement and fluidity. "It's pretty much all in place, just not stable. One bad hit and I'm down."

Bonnie observed him and nodded. "Before we do anything else, I'm going to give you some of my blood. I know it won't fix your shoulder, but in the least, you need your energy." She held out her wrist.

Damon frowned at the appendage that was presented to him. Though Bonnie's blood was the most palatable in the universe, he hated causing her any sort of pain.

She sighed, shaking her wrist in agitation.

"Damon, we need to hurry. We're too exposed here. I need to find a spot for us to hide, this protection spell is going to wear off any minute."

"Okay," he said.

Damon used both hands to accept her blood. One under her wrist, and the other up her arm, to brace her if she made involuntary movement.

His pupils dilated as his fangs descended, carefully biting into her delicate skin as if it were an apple.

Damon had drank from her so many times, Bonnie was almost numb to the sensation. Yet, she couldn't help but gasp as his strength began to restore, and at the sounds he made as he fought the urge to suck her dry…

To be continued…

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PREVIEW OF 'Bonnie's Premonition Part 3':

For the first time, Bonnie was extracted from a vision prematurely, as a pair of hands forcefully yanked her from the bottom of the bathtub. It jarred her, as if her mind and body were tethered by a string, and her mind briefly disconnected from it. She shrieked, gaging her surroundings, her limbs flailing as she choked and sputtered on the water in her lungs. As her blurry vision adjusted, she registered where she was and who she was with. Her mind was in sync with her body.

I'm with Damon, in 1994, in the boarding house… she recited to herself. I'm with Damon, in 1994, in the boarding house…I was taking a bath…

Damon covered her naked body with a towel, scooping her out of the bathtub. His expression was etched with devastation.

"Your pulse is weak, Bonnie," he nearly yelled. "You could have drowned! What happened?"

Bonnie wanted nothing more than to console him, yet, found herself recalling details of her premonition as her teeth chattered. Judging by the coolness of her skin, Bonnie was certain she had been underwater for some time.

She finally spoke as their gazes connected.

"I'm sorry I scared you." Her eyes were soft. "While I was taking a bath, I had another vision," she explained. "I think it's time to tell you what I'm seeing…"

POST A/N:

Please look forward to part 3! I love your reviews, keep em coming!

I'm not sure how many parts this will end up having, but I'm thinking 4 total. See you in the next one!

-Katie.