A/N: First off, thank you for you review quizas31 :D Much appreciated! More Bonnie and Damon interaction to come.

Thank you all for your consistently amazing reviews, they make my day! It's been a while since my last post, my laptop was pissing about but what's new? These machines we grow to rely on are made to break down so we can spend more money on it, I can't put all the blame on this stupid sod computer though, I'm writing two stories simultaneously with this one. I know, mean. Sorry! I hope where I decided to leave this chapter doesn't disappoint, but it was way too long and I didn't want you readers to have focus on too many things at a time.

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~ Noa

Chapter Title: Chapter One on One

Laila had stumbled on to a website months prior to meeting Uri, she'd been googling pictures and after seeing one she liked enough to double click a site loaded beneath it and loaded, it was a forum dedicated to people who claimed to be vampires, of course they weren't she'd thoughtbut still her fingers typed her a penname and password. It was there she met Darren, a young runaway who travelled with who he called his new family, his stats were low, five posts total and little to no activity, yet somehow they made friends.

And before she knew it Darren was there, meeting her outside of school, Laila remembered wanting to slam her head against a brick wall for being so stupid, stupid enough to tell him where she lived. The only thing she could be thankful for was the fact that he was indeed a seventeen year old runaway like he'd said instead of a forty year old virgin pervert, true enough, he'd embellished a few minor details about himself to sound more appealing but she didn't care, he wasn't an old prowler.

A little detail she'd refused to believe was the family members he'd adopted, that was until she met the mouth watering British guy, Uri Osborne was his name, the guy with a chip on his shoulder and a suaveness not even the jocks she'd crushed on could imitate. She was embarrassed to learn that the secret she'd shared with Darren was now known amongst them all, including the mysterious British guy.

Uri told her that she'd been chosen by Darren and that he'd made a great choice, and then they made her an offer that she couldn't refuse, immortality. After that Uri had done his best to show Laila the life she'd be living and he succeeded on more than one occasion to scare her, but Laila never went running. He wanted her to know what she'd become, he wanted her to know what it felt like to be hunted, to be prey. There was no turning back, Uri was a predator and soon she would be too.

Lailafollowed everything to the letter, followed the rules and tests put before her without fear even when she struggled, she had to stay away from her mother so that she would know what it felt like to be without her, because once she was a vampire, she would outlive everyone in her life.

Still she accepted, and her passion for it was inspiring.

"I haven't found Alex, she's not here. I think she was taken, I burnt Joey,"

Uri gave her a slanted smile, brushing his hands down the side of her face. "You're a good girl, Laila."

Laila smiled, pulling her hood back over her face. After going missing she had to be careful not to be spotted, because if Mystic Falls was good for anything it was banding together and knowing and helping each out. Laila was pretty damn sure, a local no matter how close to her mum would pinch her ear and drag her ass back to Claudia in record time if they caught on.

"Tomorrow, you promise,"

"Yes, you needn't worry my darling girl. Tomorrow you will be what I am,"

Laila nodded eagerly. "I can see mom?"

"Yes to say goodbye, it's the last time she'll see you alive. Spend the time well,"

"I will," Laila turned to go when Uri caught her arm.

"I need you to do something else,"

"I'll do anything Uri, what?"

"Let's just say, I need you to do a little light reading,"

Laila cocked her head to the side. "Oh?"

Bonnie held him tight, like she was holding on for dear life, he was so warm and held her so close that she felt nothing but safety in his arms, the tears slipped down her face as she watched the deep hole in the ground filling up with her grams in the coffin. The rain poured from the grey puffy clouds above them but he never let go, because he somehow knew she didn't want him to, instead he stroked her head comfortingly and shushed her cries until she was sniffling.

"Come love; let me take you home,"

Bonnie pulled away and looked up into his black eyes, tensing as she realized she'd seen him before. "Who are you?"

"Don't be silly, it's me, Uri,"

"Uri?"

He dipped low, cupping her face in his hands as he looked her in the eyes. "Hey, you're safe. You know I'd never hurt you" He frowned. "You know that, don't you?"

Bonnie nodded, feeling as though he would never hurt her but found herself simultaneously confused by her own surety of him, why did she feel so safe when she didn't know him? Why did he know her?

"Hey, I'm going to take care you, you silly thing," Uri brushed his thumb underneath her wet eyes and then wrapped an arm around her.

"Uri," She whimpered as dark figured men appeared behind him, she gripped his arm as he turned around just as startled as she was, and without a second thought gripped her wrist and started dragging her into the woods away from their hungry laughter.

"I can't run anymore,"

"Keep your arse moving," He yelled, with laboured breath.

The forest filled with mist, thick and heavy and though it had stopped raining the moisture still lingered in the air, leaves dripped, their feet squelched the dirt and Bonnie felt her heart beating hard and in sync with Uri's.

They reached an open space in the forest and with one fluid movement; Uri spun Bonnie behind a tree and ordered her to stay there while he remained out in the open.

"Uri,"

"Shut up, don't move," He warned, pulling two stakes from his long black, high collared coat.

"The girl I saw, she was crying and you…"

"And I was torturing her," Uri confessed, smile turning cold as he stared at her.

"I don't understand,"

Uri sighed heavily, rolling his eyes at her apparent lack of knowledge. "She was a vampire, and so are the dicks running towards me, stay out of sight,"

Bonnie craned her neck around the tree, slamming back against the dampness as she saw them push out of the thick fog, four of them, two visibly bigger than Uri but he didn't looked the least bit phased by their glaring eyes and fatal teeth.

"Uri Osborne, undercover hero," One of the smaller men said, playfully.

Uri smirked. "Cheeky bastard, do I look like a hero? You can eat who you want, but not my girl,"

The blonde haired, Hercules built Night Crawler stepped forward with an eerie grin spreading his face.

Uri parted his legs a little so that his stance was balanced and smiled back. "So you're the worst of the four are you?" He winked, gripping the stakes so tight his knuckles blanched. "It's just; well the best always send out their weakest first,"

Hercules glanced behind him, giving only a minute to doubt before rushing forward for Uri.

Bonnie instinctively screamed out, fearing Uri being outnumbered would be to his detriment but all she managed to do was grab the attention of another two coming up behind Uri, both walked slowly and purposely towards her while she stood frozen.

Uri swung the head of the stake into Hercules face, flicking it round with grace he then drove it into the blonde's chest, smiling to see him stricken and then kicked him off the sharp edge, he was quick to lose the grin when he saw two coming from behind him with their sights set on the witch but with no time to act he yelled for her to run.

Bonnie looked his way, eyes wide with horror as he took on the other three at one time, the way he moved with those stakes, so quick, clean and elegantly stabbing right to the heart each time, it was the last thing she'd seen before she'd started running.

Her breathing filled the air and her feet sloshed into the ground as she struggled to lose the two men, even with all the horror movies she'd seen and screamed at with Elena alongside her, Bonnie still couldn't resist the urge to look behind her, shaving ten seconds off her speed each time.

"Ugh," She grunted, slamming into one of them.

This one looked bigger than Hercules and meaner, he held no smile, only a deep scowl and particularly sharp canines, his iron grip on her arms she was sure had stopped the blood. Holding her breath as he lifted her up into the air, her eyes grew as his mouth fell open gasping for air, over his shoulder she saw Uri jerk backward and then drive forward with force and speed that forced big guy to drop her.

He flung his big clumsy hands behind his back trying to pull the stake free and Uri stood back and watched with an amusement that Bonnie had to question, he crossed his arms with a taunting smile while the big man struggled.

"Having fun?" He asked Bonnie, spinning the other bloody stake between his long slender fingers before diving toward the entertainment.

***

Bonnie sprung forward, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead as the moon crept into Elena's window crossing her face to shine on Elena's side of the bed, she slowly turned to face her best friend, wondering with her all recent active dreams how she managed to stay asleep.

Uri was pretty handsome and inappropriately charming, talk about timing, it wasn't as though they were over a table of fine cuisine and candles, she was being chased and he was, well he was this pretty cool slayer guy. But, the dilemma was knowing the difference between a dream and a premonition, was she going to actually meet this guy or was her subconscious playing out her need to be rescued?

"Elena," Bonnie whispered, leaning forward to tap her awake. "Elen…" the name caught in her chest as she poked something way too soft to be her friend, flinging the blankets back she frowned to see the pillows stacked up and jumped out of bed heading out into the hall.

While the landing was pitch black, Bonnie caught a glowing light at the end of it leading downstairs and padded barefooted down the stairs into the living room where she found Elena, she sat pensively while the TV droned on, only she wasn't paying it any attention. Bonnie slipped beside Elena and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze without a word.

Elena glanced at her momentarily before pretending to find interest in the commercials on TV. "Couldn't sleep?"

Bonnie shook her head lightly. "No,"

"Me neither," Elena mumbled.

"Had a wild dream though," Bonnie smiled lopsidedly, before the heavy sigh that breezed past her best friend's lips pulled her brows together. "Elena…"

"I'm worried, Bonnie," Her eyes finally met Bonnie's. "I'm worried about this whole thing, about you,"

Bonnie searched out Elena's hand and held on to it. "And I'm worried about you,"

Elena frowned. "What? Why?"

"Because Mystic Falls' isn't what it used to be, since school started again it's been one nightmare after another. All these terrible things are happening, we're all in danger and I don't want anything to happen to you," Bonnie's jaw clenched. "I won't let anything happen to you,"

"So you've decided? You're actually going through with it. Bonnie listen, you can't do this because of me, Stefan …"

Bonnie shook her head. "I'm not just doing it for you, I'm doing it for dad, Matt, Caroline…Jeremy," She emphasized his name. "Aunt Jenner?"

Elena's eyes fell, now she understood, God knew if she had the power to do it she would do anything to protect everyone she loved too.

"I wanna do this for Grams too," Bonnie smiled solemnly. "She believed in me, so I figured maybe it was time to start believing in myself,"

Elena nodded hesitantly, she couldn't bury her fears too deep and knew now that her best friend had made the decision that she wouldn't be able to breathe until it was all over. "I believe in you, Bonnie," I'm just scared for you…

Bonnie wrapped her arms around Elena's neck, smiling and closing her eyes when Elena's arms came around her back and she could feel the fear radiating through her along with all the questions she'd been asking herself since Damon's little test. How was this going to work?

Pulling away, Elena grabbed the remote and flicked off the TV. "So what this wild dream you had?"

"You mean the one that woke up me out of sleep to come catch you veggin' out on the sofa?"

Elena chuckled, though half-hearted she'd tried. "Yeah, that one,"

"Well first off, it was not creepy at all," Bonnie said, sarcastically.

The pair laughed together.

"But there was this really cute guy, he kind of saved the day," Elena had enough to worry about what with worrying about her, and as far as she knew Uri was just a dream, after all the nightmare realization that vampires were real, it was obvious her subconscious was creating a hero. Maybe Uri represented her, maybe she would get to be a hero.

"Tell me more,"

Damon sat in front of the fire, having felt Stefan before he even entered the room; the older vampire found himself smiling. "Think she'll do it, little brother? Think my little Oscar deserving skit did the trick?"

Stefan joined Damon by the fire, sitting on the sofa opposite with his fingers entwined and his elbows resting on his knees."You know Damon…"

"Spare me the lecture Louie," Damon snorted, taking a sip of his drink. "We don't know how this thing is gonna pan out, if they'll wait it out like usual and integrate or if it's under new management, this guy with his own agenda, which could be to eat Mystic Falls' locals one by one. If it's the latter we can't wait on Bonnie to be ready, we have to make her ready,"

"I don't think so, if this guy has his own agenda he'd be smart enough not to let it interfere with the Night Crawlers. There are stages, Damon,"

"I know that, Stefan,"

"Then we have enough time,"

"I still like my plan better,"

"Yeah, what was that again?" Stefan asked irreverently, deadpan while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Damon stood up, walking over the drinks cabinet. "Simple, I prepare Bonnie so that she can lure him out of his hiding place and then I rip the guy's head off."

Stefan heaved a heavy sigh. "And if that backfires? Damon we have to be careful with Bonnie,"

"No Stefan, we need to use her to our advantage,"

Stefan scowled, shaking his head at Damon's self serving attitude. Typical. "We're doing it the way we've discussed, I'm gonna focus on finding the rebellion. You focus on Bonnie for now,"

Damon glowered at his younger brother. "Fine, whatever," Taking another swig of his liquor, Damon smiled impressively wide. "I mean, just cause we're on a little hunt, doesn't mean I can't have fun with the witch,"

"Damon,"

"Relax, Bonnie's my focus, remember?" He zinged to the door, turning to face Stefan one last time before calling it a night, or morning depending on how it was looked at. "How's our house guest?"

"Fed, but we can't hold her forever."

"Good, that would definitely make me cranky,"

"Cranky?" Stefan questioned, that was like saying Hulk only got a little mad.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Okay, crankier. And I can't believe I'm even asking this, because I despise your plans, but what is it?"

"I'm gonna let her go, and follow her to him,"

"Yep, hate it,"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Everything, I say you kill her and do some actual work, find him yourself, go on, don't you like a challenge?" He teased.

"She's extremely loyal to him; if I let her go the chances are she's go straight to him,"

"I've gotta say, I'm surprised your willing to let her loose in her current state. You know," Damon added with a whisper. "With the thirst problem she has,"

"I'll be watching her every step,"

"I mean, all she has could attack someone,"

"I'll watch her,"

Damon smiled, putting his hands up in surrender before leaving the room.

Elena woke up in an unknowing zombie trance having stayed up to the early hours with Bonnie talking about everything and anything, she showered, brushed her teeth vigorously for two minutes and combed her hair in the mirror. Only when she joined Jeremy in the kitchen did she frown to see there was no Bonnie, she'd assumed the petite morning bird would be eating breakfast or something.

"Where's Bonnie?"

Jeremy bit into his burnt toast. "She left already, left a note on the coffee table,"

Elena rushed around the sofa and picked up the small piece of paper, unfolding it to read before she looked up at Jeremy who was none the wiser.

"I could've swore I heard her talking to Stefan,"

"Bonnie," Elena murmured.

"Alright, alright," Damon yelled as he neared the banging door. The brisk walk pushed air through his unbuttoned shirt, making it flap to his side as he swung the door open, exposing his rippling stomach to Bonnie. Leaning against the frame, he smiled knowingly. "Morning,"

Bonnie swallowed, clenching and unclenching her clammy fists as Damon stared down at her with that same smug look he always had accept for when he was pissed, then his smile was unnervingly dangerous.

Having decided Mystical Falls needed help, Bonnie realized it was time she stepped up to the plate and the Salvatore's were giving her the perfect opportunity to do so. She never slept the night before, instead she focused on Elena's breathing while letting all the crazy and scary thoughts run through her mind, she thought of all the bad things that could happen until it exhausted her. Then she stood under the warm spray of water and let it wash away all of that fear and doubt, or at least that was the intention.

Damon hated how adorable it was when Bonnie drifted off, how adorable and incredibly irritating at the same time. "Have you just come to twinkle your little nose at me, or do you actually have something to say?" He huffed, though the smile ever apparent in his eyes revealed the playfulness in them.

"Yes," Bonnie spoke up, pushing her shoulders back with a deep and determined breath. "I'll do it, I'll work with you."

Damon bit on his lower lip before moving aside for her to step in, taking one last look outside he added "Interesting," and closed the door behind them.

***

Damon poured himself a drink, pausing to glance up at Bonnie who remained close to the living room entrance. "I've already fed, don't worry, or…do," He smiled, crookedly.

"Bit early in the day, isn't it?" Bonnie asked, morosely.

Damon grunted disapprovingly at her, shaking his head before he took a sip and walked towards her. "You have got to learn how to loosen up, Bonnie, or you'll miss out on all the fun," Now he was towering over her with his temptingly icy eyes.

"Ugh," Bonnie growled, moving further into the living room to avoid his deliberate 'come on', and to avoid him noticing how even the heat of him near made her tremble. "Having to spend time with the monster who tried to kill you isn't my idea of fun,"

"Such a party pooper," Damon said, inaudibly. With his back still to the petite Witch he took a deep breath to empty himself of the wave of sadness that filled him as she brushed past, Bonnie had glared with disdain and he saw it but he didn't feel it. Why did he feel anything?

Bonnie's head was down, eyes darting around and in between the curves of the carpet, her heart wouldn't slow, it never did when Damon was around but it was more than fear and she knew it, she could feel it. Bonnie felt him come up behind her with a speed she would never be able to comprehend, though she hadn't heard him, a gently breeze took off in her hair momentarily. "If I'm gonna trust you…" She breathed.

Damon rolled his eyes, who had said anything about trust? He'd heard her heart pounding in her chest and wanted to increase it, the fear and lust he knew she was fighting against and had been since he'd attacked her. Moving her hair off her shoulder, Damon traced his cold fingers down the curve of neck, chuckling as she spun around to face him.

"If I'm gonna trust you, then you have to do something for me,"

Damon smiled, eyes momentarily drawn to the pulsating vein in her neck. "Go on,"

"I want you to stop drinking blood,"

Damon chortled, Bonnie was something else but hell if he'd said he didn't like it he'd be lying to himself. "Tell you what, you stop breathing and we'll see who succeeds first," He said with biting sarcasm. "Anything else?"

"You didn't let me finish,"

"Because I was trying to avoid a headache," He sighed, rubbing the creases from his forehead. "Shouldn't you be in school, or something?"

Straightening herself up, Bonnie caught his eyes. "I'm not going back,"

Damon frowned, tilting his head sideways . "You rebel, you,"

"Not until this thing is over," Bonnie hoped Damon hadn't noticed the hitch in her breathing as she'd confessed her reasons for not going back to school, because the truth was it was the perfect excuse to step back from school, she'd been too hasty to go back so soon after her grams. "If you think you can go around feeding on Caroline or anyone else then I'm out,"

I see you. Damon thought, watching Bonnie fiddle with the loose threading of her purple Tee, school was no place for a grieving Witch, especially one with no comprehension of the magnitude of their own powers. She didn't realize how vulnerable she really was, and just how much he was going to use that to emerge the other side of her, the side she didn't even know existed. "I'm getting pretty bored with all these restrictions, first Stefan and now…you,"

"Do we have a deal?" Bonnie asked, though it was clear he fixing his mouth to tell her no in the most insulting or sarcastic way he could. "Damon," when he didn't answer, she rushed for the door in a huff, jumping back with her breath still caught in her throat as he appeared in front of her.

"We have a deal," He smiled, mischievously.

Bonnie nodded, smiling mildly.

"If," Damon added, swiping his devilish tongue across his lower lip. "If my little bird offers to donate some prime blood, until this thing is over," Crossing his arms, he smiled victoriously. "It's only fair,"

"No, no I can't," Bonnie stuttered with her heart threatening to burst as his other face flashed behind her lids.

"Oh well," Damon threw his hands up. "I mean, I guess I'll just have to tell Stefan that you were being impossible, we should sit back and wait for locals to go missing,"

"Wait," Bonnie said on cue, grinding her teeth as she saw his grin widen. "You feed on anyone in Mystic Falls and the deal is off,"

Damon bowed, happy to let her feel in charge if it got him what he wanted out of it. "And,"

"And…"

"Say it," Damon urged, ducking his head to meet her fear filled green eyes.

"I'll-give-you, blood, my blood,"

"Deal," Damon said, running his thumb down the vein protruding her neck. "See that wasn't so hard was it?"

"No," Bonnie whispered as he leaned close, so close she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "You'll feed off my wrist,"

Damon leaned back, eyebrow raised. "Come again,"

"You never said anything about taking from my neck; you never added any specific conditions, only that you would feed from me. As long as you're getting blood,"

Damon's nose flared, Bonnie had somehow outwitted him while he relied on her fear to keep him in control of the situation.

Bitch.

He felt the heat of his anger prickling his neck, and stepped into her personal space, he wanted nothing more than to bite her neck and spill her blood.

Bonnie stepped back so that the burning gaze of his eyes would feel less intense, she took a breath and she had no doubt he could hear the stress her heart was in but she had to stand her ground if she was ever gonna be rid of the fear that controlled her for so long. "You nearly killed me, Damon. I may look stupid, but I don't have a death wish,"

A smile split Damon's face in a second, realizing that he'd allowed her to see his loss of control not only over her but his own emotion made him swallow what she'd just done and suck it back up, he was Damon Salvatore, he was a monster and if it was the last thing he did, he would prove it to Bonnie. "Yay, a cookie for Bonnie," He smiled, dryly. "Smart ass,"

Bonnie was thankful that Damon had missed her jump as he sped to the desk to pour himself another beverage, one he wouldn't drink. "I want this to be over just as much as you do, so just help me Damon and it will be,"

He glanced at her sideways, sighing heavily. "First thing you need to know is…spells,"

Bonnie nodded hesitantly, withholding what she had planned for him. Damon was capable of being human; he'd proved that already by agreeing to even go along with Stefan's plan, by keeping Elena safe and returning her in one piece after Georgia and by following her around like he had been doing since she buried her Grams to make sure she was safe. What else would he be following her for? Be the reason self involved or not, she decided she would use it to her advantage.

Bonnie wouldn't have known it was him if she hadn't felt the wave of emotions empty him as they filled her up the other night when he came to Elena's, it was the same feeling she'd gotten at the funeral, after and since then only she knew it wasn't her own. Now she'd put the face to the volcano of emotions, all she had to do was force it to erupt.

"Follow me," Damon called over his shoulder, curling his finger at her as he headed out of the living room.

"Where are we going?"

Damon paused on the stairs and a smile threatened to take over his sullen face. "We're going to my room for a little, one on one."

"She shouldn't be alone, Stefan," Elena cried, pressing the phone to her ear so hard that the screen heated the side of her face.

Stefan walked at a distance but was vigilant in keeping Alex in eye shot, he'd gone down to the cell to talk to her, talk as though probing for more information all the while knowing that her loyalty whether gained through compulsion or otherwise wouldn't falter. Instead he brought her some blood and upon locking the door back, failed to secure it completely, with her growing strength he knew she would try to escape this time succeeding as she'd never have believed he was going to let her go without an ulterior motive.

"Elena, trust me," Stefan chimed in, voice low and comforting. "I would never let anything happen to Bonnie, but right now she needs Damon,"

"She left me a note,"

"I know," Stefan said, spinning deftly to elude Alex from noticing him as she spun around. He waited only a few seconds, all he could afford before turning back to continue his pursuit, Alex's paranoia had started drawing attention to her which was the last thing either of them needed.

"So she did call you,"

"Yes," He whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I can't tell you right now, all I can tell you is that Damon will not hurt her." Stefan crossed the street after Alex did and paused as she rushed into the cemetery. "I'll call you, just, act normal," Stefan flipped his phone shut and pocketed it before speeding in.

"Right, act normal," Elena echoed, sarcastically as she stared at the screen.

**

"Help me,"

Stefan snaked his head around a tree and saw Alex talking to a man, he could see her face clearly but the guy she was speaking to was facing away. Stefan turned his head sideways to hear in on them when Alex lurched forward, throwing the guy to the ground, without a thought he rushed out of hiding.

"Alex!" He yelled as her teeth descended, his eyes widened a slight as her eyes turned black and she hissed at him, the transformation was beginning. "Don't," He warned, looking down to see horror on the young man's face. "Don't do it,"

Alex glared at him once last time and ran into the woods, leaving the guy lying on the ground. Stefan hoisted him up to his feet. "Are you okay?"

"That depends, was she about to eat me?"

Stefan sighed, leaning in as he rested a hand on the British guy's shoulder. "No, she tried to snatch your wallet, I came and she ran,"

"Why are you lying to me, and why are you looking at me like that?"

Frowning, Stefan caught the scent of Vervain. "Who are you?"

"I uh, I came back for my sister, she's gone missing. I got here yesterday," Offering a hand, he smiled. "I'm Uri,"

"What did she say to you?" Stefan asked, studying the dark eyed man's reactions.

"Um, she asked if I was the one, whatever that means," Uri chukled nervously.

Finally, Stefan hesitantly shook Uri's hand. "Stefan,"

~Fin~

Next chapter – All alone in Damon's room, what could they possibly get up to? Something naughty if Damon has anything to do with it. =D