Happy New Year everyone! Sorry I'm late with this; I apologize. I needed some love inspiration and got it after watching a few romance movies. I know some of you were waiting patiently thanks to all my lovely readers that reviewed it's much appreciated! Love you all!

Previously on TVD…

"W-wait Damon don't I uh-" Bonnie was at a lost for words. Her feeble attempts to stop Damon weren't going the way she predicted.

Damon not able to hold back his desire any longer opened his mouth to flick his wet tongue at Bonnie's ear.

Bonnie let out a quiet moan and if it wasn't for that signal he probably would have not continued. He wanted to experiment how far the witch would go since she so desperately wanted him there was no way she could hid that fact he could feel it, sense it.

He leaned his head forward to her neck. Bonnie could feel his breath, at first she panicked because she thought he might try and bite her, but Damon reassured her that that was not his intentions.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Damon said as though reading her mind.

With that Bonnie relaxed a little as Damon continued to explore her inch by inch.

He kissed her softly on her neck, leaving butterfly kisses all the way down to her collar bone. When Bonnie didn't object he proceeded. When he was done tasting her salty flesh he couldn't help but want more out of his witch.

Yeah that's right he thought to himself. She belonged to him, they were tied by blood and no one could take that away. She was his and he was hers.

Damon lifted his head up to get a good view of Bonnie's expression. She was as quiet as a church mouse. Her eyes filled with a lust that he never thought he would ever have the pleasure of seeing first hand. He broke her walls down once more and this time he would make sure that they stayed broken.

Damon's hunger for her grew immensely, leaning in closer he was about to take what rightfully belonged to him and no one else. He was the predator and she was his prey.

Bonnie's stopped breathing the whole time Damon had his lips on her and now she could see that he was coming in for the kill. All she wanted was for him to hurry up and kiss her she didn't care if it was in public or not she just wanted it and didn't know why other than for the reason that it was what her body wanted.

When Damon got closer she could feel his breath once again on her lips. She stared at him like he was a God that demanded to be worshipped. Then when he was within an inch away from her lips a violent scream erupted into the night.

Damon and Bonnie both snapped out of their hypnotic trance, looking to the right and to the left of them trying to pin point the sound of the blood quenching scream.

"What was that?" Bonnie asked as she stepped away from Damon her heels making a click clack on the concrete beneath her.

"I don't know…" Damon replied as he stood on alert.

"But it came from inside…Let's go."

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When Damon and Bonnie finally made it to the front door of the karaoke bar they couldn't help but notice the strange ambiance that filled the cold night air. There was silence. No laughter, no talking, no movement, it was as though time had stopped within the small building.

Damon sensed this and became exceedingly worried. Not for himself but for Bonnie.

Without looking back at her Damon whispered to her a definite order.

"Stay behind me."

Bonnie nodded her head in agreement. Something was amidst so there was no time to argue with him she would just have to do as he asked… for now.

Damon placed one hand on the metal door knob, and cautiously pushed it open and took a couple of steps inside. Bonnie followed behind him slowly. She was ready for anything.

Once they were in all seemed normal for what seemed like only a few seconds, then it became apparent that something was definitely wrong with the picture that was before them.

Every patrons back was to them, as they faced the empty stage. No one was moving, no one was talking they just stood there like statues oblivious to their surroundings.

"Damon…what's going on?" Bonnie asked as she took a small step forward. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't uncomfortable, but she's a witch there's nothing that she should be afraid of.

Damon scanned the bar looking for anything out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. That's when he spotted Jeremy at the far end near the stage frozen in a zombie like state his eyes transfix on the stage before him. Damon pushed his way past the crowd to try and make his way over to the teenager. There were so many obstacles in the way that he decided it would be better to just try and call out to him.

"Jeremy…" Damon said in a concerned tone. "What's going on?"

Time seemed to have resumed again as everyone's head's snapped toward Damon in an instant. The look on everyone's faces was so familiar to him. The look that he got every time he was sucking a helpless human dry.

"Damon!" Bonnie yelled in fright. As she stumbled backward trying desperately to make it out the door. She knew something was wrong she could feel the blood lust fill the building, something bad was happening and all she wanted to do was turn around and run away…far away as fast as she could.

"Ahhhhh!" Multiple screams echoed through the bar as a knife came flying at Damon out of nowhere. Damon barely dodged the object, quickly he backed up to where Bonnie was standing. Both of their eyes were wide with confusion, fearing for Bonnie's safety Damon got in front of her just in case another foreign object was thrown their way.

The crowd took small steps toward them. Their eyes filled with the desire to kill. Mouths foamed and their bodies shook as though in a desperate attempt to conceal their rage.

Then all hell broke lose as every person in the bar stampeded toward them. Chairs were broken into small pieces of wood which they took up for weapons. Knives, broken glass bottles anything that could possibly be used to kill someone was in their possession.

"Bonnie run now!" Damon yelled as both of them made a fast escape to the exit.

Behind them they heard a loud roar of screaming and heavy footsteps following right behind them.

Bonnie tripped over the sidewalk in a panic. Damon used his reflexes and caught her by the wrist. Glass and wood was flying toward them as Damon tried his best to distance them both from the angry mob.

"I wonder, if I weren't so handsome would stuff like this still happen to me?" Damon said aloud as if trying to make light of their situation.

"Damon stop joking around and do something!" Bonnie cried annoyingly.

Damon picked Bonnie up in his arms and ran in the opposite direction, before she knew it they were a block from where they began. Damon placed Bonnie gently on the ground before surveying the area.

"What the hell is going on? Why are people chasing us? Damon?" Bonnie said in an accusing tone of voice as she grabbed his arm.

"Hey don't look at me I was behaving tonight." Damon replied in his defense.

"I think they were ready to kill us." Bonnie thought, almost repulsed at the idea.

"Oh really? You think? What gave you that idea? The fact that they were throwing glass wood and bricks at us? Or the fact that they looked like they were ready to skin us from toe to toe like Leatherhead.

"Damon behind you!" Bonnie yelled franticly.

Damon turned around swiftly as a tall blond haired man came at him with a wooden stake in hand. Damon moved to the right and avoided the stake just in time. He was so preoccupied that he didn't even notice the attacker coming up behind him.

The blond male didn't stop he yelled in fury as he came at Damon again full speed.

Damon took his fist and with one swing knocked the man to the ground with a loud crack.

"Damon! What the hell are you doing you hit him to hard!" Bonnie said as she made her way over to the man that lay unconscious on the pavement.

"Are you serious? A man is trying to kill me and the only thing you're worried about is why I hit him so hard?"

Bonnie placed two fingers on the man's neck and checked his pulse, it was exceedingly fast… abrupt. He was still alive and that was good enough for her. Even though he had a gash wound on the side of his head, she prayed that he didn't bleed to death.

In the far distance they can hear the mob making their way closer. They had to get away before they showed up or Bonnie feared that they might just not make it home alive tonight.

"We gotta get out of here." Bonnie said in a low voice.

"And go where?" Damon replied in an impatient matter.

"Anywhere but here, if we stay we're dead." Bonnie said as she got up and started to pull off her high heels.

"How oxymoronic of you, I'm already dead remember? All I have to do is give them a nice whack across the head like I did bleach blondie here and it will be lights out."

Bonnie thought it over and somehow figured it wouldn't be that easy. Whatever was happening was out of the norm and if it was out of the norm it only meant one thing…it had to be supernatural.

Damon was still babbling on about his plans to turn those poor demented people into temporary punching bags when Bonnie came up with an idea.

"Can you get us far enough away from here so that they won't be able to catch up to us for at least thirty minutes?" Bonnie asked determined to set things right.

Damon gave her a wary glare before replying.

"Yes…why?"

"I think whatever is going on is either a spell or compulsion if I can find out which one it is maybe I can stop it."

Bonnie said through exasperated breath as she wrapped her arms around her for warmth.

"Well whatever we do let's hurry because here they come." Damon responded as he pointed his finger down the street. They were running full speed toward their location.

Bonnie looked away then looked down at the unconscious victim that lay on the sidewalk.

"Pick him up." Bonnie ordered.

Damon looked at Bonnie and then to the motionless body.

"What? Why?"

"I need him pick him up and let's go… hurry!"

Not wasted another precious second Damon motioned for Bonnie to hop on his back which she did. Then Damon bent over quickly to scoop the man off the ground with both hands so that he was positioned between his chest.

"Hold on." Damon commanded and in a flash they were gone.

Two pairs of eyes stared at them as they ran off into the darkness toward the forest and out of sight.

"There they go." Luka sighed in a disappointing tone.

"And here I come." Meredith replied licking her bottom lip in delight.

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Damon carried the three of them as far as he could, a few miles down into the vast woods where they could get a few moments of privacy as they planned out how exactly they were going to get out of this mess.

Damon stopped and immediately let got of the body in his arms. The man landed with a loud thud on the wet muddy grass.

Bonnie slid off of Damon's back being careful so that she didn't slip and fall.

"Ok this place is good…good job Damon." Bonnie said in congratulatory voice.

"Hmm…do I get a Scooby snack?" Damon replied in a low growl as he looked Bonnie over with his sharp blue eyes.

A chill ran up Bonnie's body at the sudden feeling that Damon was sending her.

Bonnie turned around with a frown clearly painted on her face. "Do you mind? We are in the middle of getting torn to bits can't you leave the perverted thoughts alone for at least a few minutes? I need to think in peace!"

Damon threw his hands up and out in front of him.

"Alright ok I'll stop."

"Thank you gosh." Bonnie let out a heavy breath. The first thing she had to do was find out what was going on and what was causing it.

Kneeling down next to the stiff body Bonnie was carefully cautious in turning him over on his back. He was cute...not sexy or handsome but cute. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her.

She looked him over. There was nothing out of the ordinary that she could notice. I have to try and read his mind. She thought to herself, then I'll be able to know how to reverse it…whatever it is.

Damon was being surprisingly quiet. Not to mention his thoughts were still where they shouldn't be.

Bonnie was ready to scold him for being so nonchalant and childish at such a bad time, but when she turned around to do so she found him no where in sight.

"Damon?" Bonnie called as she looked around the empty clearing. Not seeing him anywhere she called again.

"Damon?" She yelled this time more worryingly.

Did he leave me behind? Did he run to get help? He wouldn't leave me would he? Not all alone out here. Bonnie was becoming a little bit more panicked if that ass left her out here alone she vowed she would never forgive him for anything ever again.

"I'm here." A voice called from the distance, and in the blink of an eye Damon was in front of her, a concerned look on his pale face.

"Sorry I was trying to find a signal to get a hold of Stefan and Elena…you ok?"

Bonnie let out a sigh of relief. Of course he wouldn't leave her he needed her, she was so stupid for thinking so.

"Yeah just don't do that ok I thought you left me." Bonnie replied as she grabbed at her dress right above where her heart laid.

Damon looked down at her with a serious look in his eyes.

"I would never… abandon you." Damon said sternly his face becoming ridged as if he was offended that she would even think such a thing.

Bonnie stared up at him wide eyed and mouth fully a gaped. The way he said those words made her body overly warm. She could feel his sincerely through their tie. He was serious, worried, confused, and sad all at the same time.

"Damon…" Bonnie began she tried to advert her eyes but couldn't find the strength to do so. "There's no reason to be sad… none of this is your fault… we'll be fine."

Damon was silent as he stared into the brown haired woman's brownish-green eyes. If he stared any longer Bonnie felt that her heart would melt in her chest, his gaze was too much for her to handle.

"Since when is it not my fault?" Damon answered coldly before he broke eye contact.

"You're right this is no doubt all your fault." A small jolly voice called out.

Damon and Bonnie jumped, startled that they were caught off guard. They quickly snapped their heads toward the direction in which they heard the voice.

There was no way someone could be out here in the middle of nowhere at this time of night…could there? Bonnie thought as she looked around the area, but all she could she was endless rows of trees and bushes. That same chill from earlier was engulfing her body again, and just like earlier she desperately wanted to high tail it out of there, but found herself unable to move.

Damon attempted again to try and shield Bonnie with his body the best he could.

He looked in every direction but saw nothing and there was no sound to be heard. So this was they mean when they say 'dead silence.' Damon thought still on his guard.

"Down here." The voice called again. Without Damon even noticing it the person from wince the voice came was directly in front of him. He had to look down just to notice her standing there. The young woman was staring back at him…he smelled death on her.

Damon hissed in surprise and pushes Bonnie back a few steps before she even had a chance to register what was happening.

"Damon what-" Bonnie began but then stopped mid sentence as she notice the short brown haired girl staring back at them.

Her eyes were fixed on Bonnie for awhile, not even bothering to acknowledge Damon.

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the young girl before her. Was she losing her mind? She must have hit her head sometime during the ordeal because she swore she was looking straight into a mirror.

The two stared at each other back and forth eyes piercing through one another's soul.

Bonnie couldn't find her voice, her whole mind was blank. All she could think about is how some girl she have never met…look so much like her only younger.

Meredith grinned slowly at her before she spoke in a spine chilling voice.

"Good evening my sister." She said as her green and grey eyes immediately turned a deep red piercing through the darkness.

To be continued…

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