A/N: I'm so pissed that Bonnie hasn't been in the past few episodes, there is so much they can do with her and I hope they put her to use soon. I have however enjoyed the episodes, just not as much as I would if she were there.

For anyone who might have been confused about what happened with Uri and Alex, all is explained. I always have notes so I don't forget to tie my ends =D Of course I haven't tied them all now! Don't give up on the Salvatore brothers just yet. You KNOW Uri and what he's capable of, if the first time you saw him he was in the graveyard you'd see him as the victim first.

Quizas as always, thank you for the review love. To SkySamuelle *sheepish grin* I hope this chapter will make it up to you, I'm not used to writing epically long chapters so I cut it down. But no promises will avoid disappointment and virtual arse kicking's so, no more promises. LOL

Lastly, I've read this like 3 times today but sometimes mistakes still slip through the cracks. Forgive me if you catch any :D

Enjoy!

~ Noa

Chapter Title: Sundrenched World

The sun had worn away as darker clouds settled above Mystic Falls', allowing those who usually couldn't roam take caution to the wind and mingle among others, possibly sniffing around for food if they were freshly turned. Like, Alex who was well on her way from a Night Crawler to a fully fledged vampire.

"He's behind me," She breathed.

"Stefan?"

Alex nodded, panic drying her lips as dread settled in her stomach. "He killed Joey," She cried, rubbing her burning eyes. "I haven't told him who you are, I would never…"

Uri gave a curt grin, quickly reaching into his pocket to pull out a small bottle of Vervain, as long as it didn't touch his skin he wouldn't be harmed. "How far behind is he?"

"What are you doing?"

"How far?" Uri growled, putting his hand up to stop her from talking as he heard the male voice near.

"I can't tell you right now Elena; all I can tell you is that Damon will not hurt her."

Uri smirked, popping the top off the small bottle off to spray the front of his coat and the sleeves with the herb. "Damn it," He grumbled lowly from the back of his throat as the unruly sprays burned into his hand like acid, eroding the skin.

"What do I do?" Alex asked, eyes following where he threw the bottle.

"Trust me," He hissed, pulling the sleeve over the roar flesh.

Alex nodded.

"He's watching us," Uri whispered, taking slow cautious steps away from her. "Do not question this just do it. Attack me,"

***

Alex lurched forward, not needing to be told twice and slammed him hard against the ground as he let out a strangled call for help, looking into his eyes she trusted what he was doing was for her connection to him to go undetected. She wrapped her hand around his throat and squeezed, snapping her head towards Stefan as he ran from behind a tree.

"Alex," Stefan yelled as her teeth descended, his eyes widened slightly as hers slowly melted to black when she hissed at the man lying underneath her helplessly. The transformation was beginning, she was thirsting for blood and he'd been the one to let her out in the open. "Don't," He warned, watching the man closely, his face reddening and bloating as he struggled to breathe. "Don't do it,"

Alex looked down at Uri and let go as he bit his lip, he always bit his lip when he was getting angry. Glancing up at Stefan one last time she jumped up and ran into the woods away from the two men.

Stefan hoisted Uri up. "Are you okay?" He asked, wondering what he was doing there in the cemetery, that was until he remembered where they were and what Elena accused him off just because he happened to be there at the same time as her. Maybe the guy was visiting family, but maybe he was like Stefan had been in the cemetery for another reason.

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

Stefan sighed, leaning in as he rested a hand on the British guy's shoulder, his eyes narrowed and his pupils grew bolder. "She tried to snatch your wallet, I heard your call and came and the girl ran,"

Uri looked at him puzzled. "Why are you lying to me and why are you looking at me like that?"

Stefan knew without feeding on human blood that his compulsion wouldn't be as powerful as a vampire who did but he wasn't completely without skills, his compulsion on humans usually worked. Eyebrows pulling together, Stefan studied the young man and caught the scent of Vervain. He was protected against compulsion, that either meant he was aware of vampires or someone he knew was and had opted to protect him. "Who are you?"

"I uh, I came back for my sister, she's missing. I got here yesterday." Offering a hand, Uri tried for a sheepish smile. He' d had plenty of practice not only fooling humans that he was one but also fooling vampires, however after having Laila do a little research on Stefan's stay at Mystic Falls he knew he would have his work cut out. "I'm Uri,"

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

Uri snapped his hand back as the sleeve threatened to fall back revealing his slowly healing skin. "I know you're dying to ask me, and you were completely un-phased by that bird's teeth. Am I right in thinking you're like me?"

"That depends, what are you?" Stefan asked, eyeing the sun forming behind a cloud. Vampires could roam if the day was dismal, cold and grey but they would have to be well hidden by the time the sun rose, if Uri was a vampire like him, if he'd attempted to set Stefan up he would know about it. All he had to do was keep the mysterious British guy out long enough for the sun to expose him.

Uri followed Stefan's eyes to the sun and smiled. "I don't know about you but I could use a coffee after what just happened,"

Stefan motioned ahead, letting Uri lead the way out of the cemetery.

"I won't do it," Bonnie said, adamantly. Trying not to focus on the vampire lying across his bed with his shirt still open, she began pacing the room.

"Why not?"

"Because Caroline and Matt are my friends,"

"Turning Caroline into a frog won't change that," Damon replied, mirthlessly.

"Are we gonna be serious?"

"I'm perfectly serious," He grunted, pushing himself up. "What about a few warts?"

"Damon,"

"Alright alright, just tryna loosen you up some,"

"I am loose," Bonnie said, eyes averting.

Damon stood up, sighing heavily as his moved towards her. "If only that were true," He whispered, rubbing the end of the curls that fell over her shoulder between his index finger and thumb.

Bonnie tapped his hand away, wanting to giggle when he rolled his eyes. "My grams had a ton of books on spells, how to cast them and break them, "

"Good and you've pretty much got the fire down," Damon gripped her shoulders and sat her down on his bed. "Do you know about Glamouring?"

Bonnie shook her head. "Grams and I never got that far,"

"For us it's hypnotizing, compulsion," Damon smirked. "But for a Witch, it's much more. You can create illusions, change your appearance,"

"Shape shift,"

Damon tsked. "No, the whole point of an illusion is to make people believe you're something you're not. To deceive them, you wouldn't have to do any of that if you could shape shift,"

"Okay,"

"Okay, so, all you have to do is concentrate on another appearance,"

"Just like that?"

"You're a born witch Bonnie not a wannabe, so yeah, just like that,"

Bonnie stood up and took a deep breath, "Okay,"

"You might wanna close your eyes," Damon smirked as she glared before complying, using the opportunity to close the gap between them and breathe her in, a soft vanilla essence floated gently through the air making him stare down at her hungrily. "Breathe in, and out," He instructed, watching the steady rise and fall of her handful breasts intently.

Bonnie opened one eye, peeping at him and grunted. "How am I supposed to concentrate with you in my face?"

"Fine," Damon replied, turning towards the open bedroom door as he heard the front door go. "Stay here; I'll get rid of her,"

"Her?"

"Let's just say I have a fan," Damon winked as he strolled away.

"Ugh,"

"Don't worry, I'll let her know I have a girlfriend now," Or play thing. He thought as a cheeky grin flitted across his face.

"Just go," She said in a pained voice.

"Just go," Damon mimicked, heading out of the bedroom. "Keep practicing,"

Bonnie exhaled deeply, pushing her shoulders back as she focused on all the stories her grams had told her but soon decided against those as Emily featured heavily, instead she focused on herself and Elena and all the times they'd hung out.

****

After convincing Caroline's mom to give him another few days to get them more Vervain, he headed back towards his room, an arrogant smile gracing his lips as he watched the cougar undressing him with her eyes. What would his new friend think of that? There was something in those green eyes, her lips moved and words came out but it never matched those eyes, not when she was talking to him.

He wasn't supposed to like that. Generally, he didn't like people.

But Bonnie wasn't just a person; she was a witch and the best friend of Elena.

And she certainly didn't bore him as much as he'd have her believe so maybe he didn't make her skin crawl, like she'd have him believe, maybe he they could actually make use of their time together. Taking a lazy walk up the stairs, he could smell her scent, so light and fresh that before he realized it he was smiling, and at the risk of regretting the very thought Damon was tempted to admit in the privacy of his own mind that he was glad he wasn't alone.

However, his good mood was short lived as he walked back in his room; if his heart hadn't already ceased beating it would have right in that moment.

"I give up," Bonnie huffed, long chocolate brown ringlets falling down beside her face.

Damon froze in the doorway. "Katherine?"

"You're from England?" Stefan asked rhetorically, sliding onto the chair opposite Uri.

Uri smiled politely at the waitress as she placed his coffee down and left before returning his attention to the vampire. "Well done you," He chuckled. "I'm all over the place really but yes, I'm from England and only back here to find my sister,"

"The missing teen?" He asked, waiting for Uri to name her himself.

"Laila," Uri nodded. "I got a cryptic message from her the night before she disappeared, I'm sorry," He added, sobering up. "You don't need to hear my problems; we don't even know each other,"

Stefan's permanent scowl deepened. "It's fine. Uh, back at the cemetery, you said I was like you…"

Sipping on his coffee, Uri placed it down and looked around the half empty bar. "Well, if you were one of the things that attacked me in the cemetery I'd be dead. So, I can only assume you're one of us if you're not one of them,"

Uri's dodging didn't go unnoticed by Stefan, he was hiding something. "I'm ready to stop beating around the bush," With a hint of a smile, Stefan added. "When you are,"

"Okay," Uri sat forward, pressing his forearms against the table. "There are two types of people in the world of the aware, the vampires and their hunters,"

"Which are you?" Stefan asked, staring into his black eyes.

"I'm almost embarrassed to admit I'm the latter, after being an inch away from getting my head ripped off to make a crimson fountain," Leaning back casually, Uri slid his arm across the back of the chair. "The activity in Mystic falls is pretty mild compared though,"

"Compared?"

"Well, let's just say vampires aren't the only creatures lurking the night,"

"That's why you're soaked in vervain, so you can't be compelled,"

Uri nodded. "Not much of a defence though, not when you're trying to take out a werewolf," Pulling his jacket aside a little, he revealed a 92f chrome beretta with a black handle. "Holds 16 rounds, pure silver,"

"You're a hunter," Stefan sighed. Wasn't painfully farfetched, in fact it was kind of plausible.

"I'm a hunter, and I think, no I know that vampires snatched my sister. I wasn't sure until just now, when that girl attacked me; they're here, in Mystic Falls."

"Your eyes,"

Uri lowered his gaze and smiled wickedly, he knew it was coming. "Born with them, it's not uncommon you know,"

Stefan glanced over his shoulder as the sun came in and didn't fail to notice Uri pulling his outstretched hand away to rest on his lap as a ray of sunlight danced across the table. The young mystery man was right, black eyes weren't uncommon but they weren't very common either, and his eyes, well they were a marble black, absorbing everything but reflecting nothing. While Uri could read those who surrounded him easily it would be more than difficult to return the favour.

"Are you a hunter too?" Uri asked.

"Uh, no," Stefan breathed.

"So how'd you know that girl?"

"Sorry,"

"You called her Alex; you knew what she was,"

"I just know things, about vampires," And how weak did that sound? He was the one doing the interrogating and now he sounded unbelievable.

"Right," Uri said, brow raised slightly. "Kind of unavoidable, with all the animal attacks around here, I'd like to ask the local cops what their IQ's are. What wild animal do you know of can drain its victim of blood and leave the body intact? A lion? Pull the other one,"

Stefan chuckled, half heartedly. "Mmm," Thanks to Damon's new found connections Stefan knew what the cops thought of the situation but he wasn't going to be naïve enough to share with someone he didn't know, someone he suspected could be in Mystic Falls for a number of reasons. "So, uh, any clues about your sister? You know where she might be?"

"No, but I do know one thing,"

"What?"

"Orlando St. Clair is here in town, and going down,"

A hunger Stefan was familiar with revealed itself in Uri's smile and the way he'd bitten his lip red. "Orlando?" He quizzed. "Here?"

"He's the one who started all of this, the creator of the Night Crawlers. Stupid bastard humans volunteer themselves as pets to those blood suckers, someone in this town brought them here," Uri explained, studying the younger Salvatore's reaction as he went on. He wasn't stupid enough to think Stefan wouldn't expect someone new in town just when all this was happening, but he also wasn't smart enough, or sane enough to care. Well, not as much as he should.

"Do you think your sister…?" Stefan paused. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insinuate…"

"No, you're fine Stefan. God knows what she was up with me no longer being around," Uri's eyes turned icy. "I know I'm going to rip his head off, Orlando, I'm going to kill every single fang in this town if they get in my way,"

Stefan nodded, solemnly. "How uh," He cleared his throat. "How'd you plan on tracking St. Clair down?"

"Oh that's easy, only the cocky bastards hide in plain sight," Uri chuckled, gladly falling into that category. "He's right over there,"

Stefan sucked in the air greedily as his heart slammed against his chest. "What?"

Uri sipped on his coffee, nodding behind Stefan. "Meet Orlando St. bloody Clair,"

Stefan turned around slowly, eyes settling on a black guy with the build of a gladiator and the wild eyes of a jaguar, bright and almost yellow. He'd never laid eyes on the man, only on the myth, only by word of mouth and now there sat the vampire, four hundred years old, powerful, calculated and feared. Women flocked around him and Stefan wondered how he hadn't noticed him when they first arrived, his teeth grazed gently across his lower lip pensively.

"I've been waiting for him, she mentioned him in her letters. If anyone knows, he does," Uri pushed out of his chair, clenching his fists and startling Stefan out of his musing.

Stefan put his hand out. "Hey, calm down and think about this,"

"I'm not waiting around any longer, Stefan, my sister…" Taking a deep shaky breath, Uri glared down at Stefan. "He's scum, an arsehole with fangs, "

Stefan rushed to his feet as Uri began to move away from the table, while Orlando sat with his company obliviously. "Wait,"

"It was nice meeting you, it really was, but this is what I do, back off," Uri moved aside.

Stefan again, stepped in front of him, this time placing a hand on Uri's chest. "Listen to me for a minute, I'm not a hunter you're right, but I know of this guy, he's very old, centuries old…"

"So, you're saying his powerful and a half?"

"Exactly,"

"I don't give a shit,"

"Uri, that's suicide. And are you really going to put all these people at risk? Their innocent, like your sister," Stefan glanced over his shoulder at the vampire who was seemingly none the wiser; and risking exposure as well as death by sunlight roaming with the weather as unsteady as it was.

Uri heaved a heavy sigh and sat back down. "Well he's here for someone or something, him and his little minions, but his NOT leaving with my sister,"

Stefan nodded, once again glancing over, this time catching the fancy looking vampire in the eyes. He found he was unable to break contact, Orlando had Stefan pinned in his glare and was drawing him in until he felt a prick in his hand and snatched it away, turning to face Uri. "Ow,"

"I just saved your arse," Uri admitted, placing the fork back down.

"What?"

"I thought you knew him, any longer and he'd have had you walking out into the road with oncoming traffic,"

"He can compel vampires too," Stefan deduced, underneath his breath.

"What?" Uri asked, leaning in.

"Huh, oh nothing,"

"Vervain isn't as strong either, not with a born vampire,"

"Born?"

"He's mother was a vampire when she got turned, he was born one,"

"So he can walk in the sun?"

"Vampires can't walk in the sun. What do you think this is? I guess you expect him to blind you with his glittering nipples too?"

"He's stuck in here until the sun goes down,"

"Or sticks itself behind a cloud," Uri leaned back, rushing a hand through his hair. "You shouldn't have stopped me you know, I was just going to talk to him,"

"With your fists, or how about that gun of yours," Stefan whispered.

"He might be strong but 16 bullets to that meaty head of his would have him screaming like anyone else," A smile slid on to his face. "Besides, guns aren't the only thing I keep under this coat of mine,"

"And then what?"

Uri remained quiet, eyes knowingly meeting Orlando's before he answered. "I don't know, I like to freestyle," He added with a smug but abrupt grin. "Anyway, I've gotta go, get dinner in. My mum won't get out of bed," He continued, standing up to straighten out his long coat. It had been a day or so since he'd brought poor Claudia anything, not that she needed him today with Laila doting on her and trying to make her understand why her house was full of blood thirsty skin wasters. Every time the sun came up she had guests.

Stefan's face strained with sympathy, eyes understanding. "I hope you find her,"

"I don't need hope," Uri winked, he wasn't the type to believe in hope getting him anywhere, only actions would, fast and sometimes brutal but every war, even one he fought alone had casualties. "Nice meeting you Stefan, be safe won't you. I don't want to have to waste time saving your arse,"

Stefan chuckled half heartedly. "To me it looked like I was the one doing the saving,"

Uri winked, flapping his coat across his chest. "She caught me off guard, won't happen again,"

"I hope so, I don't wanna have to waste another afternoon saving your…ass," Stefan smiled, although he felt he couldn't trust the man and knew he wouldn't completely, Stefan felt sympathy for the hunter. "If you need help with any…"

"One man mission," Uri slapped Stefan's shoulder playfully, relieved to see the roar skin on his hand had healed up. "You're not half bad, Stefan,"

"See you around,"

Uri rounded the table, sending a wink at Orlando before putting his head down and heading out the door. He knew Stefan would still be watching him, waiting for him to pass the final test that might just kill the instincts he had about Mystic Falls' newcomer, Uri tied up his head revealing a tattoo at the back of his neck and then pushed his hands into his pockets.

Sighing, he looked up into the sky as the sun pushed through the now fluffy clouds and smiled before turning back to Stefan and waving curtly.

Stefan nodded and watched as Uri disappeared under the suns harsh rays, brows drawing together as Elena came in where he left.

Little did he know tonight would the night, the night Laila became a vampire.

"What did you call me?" Bonnie asked; eyes wide with horror.

Damon watched in disbelief as he saw Katherine stood in front of him, hair, clothes, even scent exactly the way he remembered, only it was Bonnie he'd left in his room, practicing and learning how to create illusions. "Katherine,"

"What are you…?" Bonnie turned to the mirror and saw Elena, Katherine, then she stumbled back and caught Damon's demonic glare. "I didn't…I don't know how this…"

"Stop it," Damon spat. "Get rid of her,"

"I don't know how to,"

"I'm going to say it one last time," Damon hissed, eyes switching between blue and bloody blue. The anger was rising to a devastating level; he spun giving Katherine his back to resist the urge to tear her throat open. "Bonnie!"

"Damon, please," Bonnie cried, only he couldn't hear her voice, he could only hear Katherine's.

Damon ran for her and in a split second was lifting her into the air and pushing her against the wall, his fangs pointy weapons reflecting in Katherine's horror stricken green orbs, if it wasn't for those green eyes Damon never would have been able to remember the difference. Before he knew it her hair was a gleaming black and her skin was a caramel brown, a tear slid down her cheek as he lowered her down. "I'm s…" He couldn't bring himself to say it.

Bonnie held her throat and ran out of the room without looking back, only when she reached the door and flung it open she found something telling her not to leave him like that. The crippling loneliness, the bustling anger and pain rippled inside of her, a big ball of energy creating a tight knot in her stomach, for him. "Damon," She breathed.

Damon was slumped at the end of the bed unmoving when Bonnie came back, she watched him from the doorway, felt the pain and hurt over Katherine's betrayal penetrate her more intensely than before shaking her to the core, his feelings so extreme he stole her breath away. She was holding on to the door frame so tight her knuckles blanched, and her heart pounded in her ears to think of how close Damon was to hurting her again.

He wasn't trying to hurt her.

He was trying to hurt Katherine.

As though she could hear the questions that paled his skin even more so than it already was, she took one tentative step in. "Elena, she told me about Katherine. That night when you came over looking for Stefan, after the two of you left, we, well we promised to protect each other with the truth,"

"An adorable story," Damon said, deadpan.

"I need you, Damon," Bonnie felt her heart skip as his head rose but didn't turn to her, she felt a wave of longing, it slowly grew persistent giving Bonnie butterflies.

"You're breaking my heart," Damon said, fighting his own desires to need and be needed.

"No, Katherine did that, didn't she?" Bonnie asked; voice soft and almost inaudible.

Damon glared over his shoulder then, eyes threatening. "You don't know what you're talking about, so I suggest," He stood and faced her, his stare growing cold and unforgiving. "You just leave before I do something, you and Stefan will regret," Damon added a curt grin and gave her his back.

Bonnie took another step, torn between running and staying with him. "I won't mention her, if that's what you want,"

"Fine," He retorted.

"Fine," Bonnie sighed, relieved when his shoulders fell and took her cue to approach him. Hesitantly coming to stand in front of the intimidating vampire, she looked up to meet his eyes once more and reached up slowly to touch Damon's face when he snatched her wrist.

"What are you doing?"

"…I thought it would a good idea to give the glamour a rest, and sometimes when I touch people or something someone else has touched, I see things,"

"Prophetic things?"

Bonnie nodded, relaxing a little when he let go of her wrist. "You're so cold," She confessed as her palm pressed against his cheek.

Damon's smiled mischievously. "I know of one or two ways we can change that,"

"Why'd you have to be so…all the time?" The witch questions, letting her hand fall to her side.

"New flash, I'm a vampire," It was a lame excuse but he was sticking with it, given the chance he'd sleep with Bonnie but he knew she'd never go for someone like him, something like him, a monster. Elena was none the wiser when she met Stefan but this one, well she was more than clued in and knew exactly what razor sharp teeth felt like in her flesh, his teeth. Not that he wanted her for anything more than a sex toy of course.

"Is that your only defence?"

"It's fact,"

"Vampire or human, we all do things to protect ourselves, Damon,"

Damon stiffened, eyes pinning her where she stood. "I don't need protecting from anything,"

"Then why'd it just get cold in here?"

"Who knows?" He replied with sarcasm.

"Maybe I said something that was true,"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Do you?"

Smirking, Damon moved closer until his nose was threatening to touch hers. "When I'm busy doing other things,"

Bonnie's teeth grazed across her bottom lip as she felt his breath teasing her skin. The small and delicately built Witch was no virgin but relations with a vampire? Well that was something else entirely, that was playing with fire and inviting it to burn you. She wasn't the most experienced out of her friends and never made a habit of casual flings, it had never appealed her personally but she might as well of been one to even consider doing anything with Damon.

Damon pulled away, smiling knowingly at her long contemplative silence. "I'm hungry,"

Did I just get teased? "What?" Bonnie only realized her eyes had fallen closed when Damon's voice snapped them open again.

"I don't know about you but I'm famished," His eyes flashed wider as he licked his lips. "And I've been dying, to taste you again," Damon smiled as her mouth fell open. "And that sounded way dirty,"

Taking a deep breath, Bonnie rolled up her right shirt sleeve and hesitantly offered her wrist, palm turned up in front of him as she waited with dread. "Here,"

Damon rolled his eyes with impatience and took her hand instead of her wrist before spinning her around and pushing against her. "Relax,"

He didn't usually play with food but like it or not she was more than that and if they were going to…get on, Damon was going to make sure he helped her along, in turn helping himself along, right up to her neck again.

"How can I? You're about to feast on me,"

"If you relax, you might just enjoy it as much as I'm going to," Pulling her hair away from her shoulders, Damon ran his hands down Bonnie's arms and back up again before leaning into her ear to whisper. "Are you scared?"

"…No,"

A smile played with the corners of his mouth as he leaned into Bonnie's neck, fingers gently drumming a trail down the curve and then pressed his lips against her warm skin. He felt his groin ache as she gasped, arching her back against him and kissed her neck harder when she didn't move or run away from it, from him.

What was he doing? Turning himself on? Trying to turn her on? Just drink.

Yet, he kept kissing, licking, teasing.

Bringing her right arm above her head, he left a trail of hot kisses, turning his head towards her exposed wrist as he entwined his fingers with her own. Feeling the blood rush to his face when his teeth descended, Damon kept control of his urge to feed savagely and carelessly, Bonnie was so delicate that he daren't taint the innocence he was involuntarily growing so fond of.

Sucking on her wrist a few seconds, Damon pierced the skin with as much care as a hungry vampire could offer and began to drink from her life force, unprotected from the rush of emotions that came with it, lust, fear, determination, empathy and care, for him? Her soft moans grew distant as he continued to drink, the blood so rich and intoxicating he felt as though he were swimming in her, Damon was compelled by it, by Bonnie.

Pulling away abruptly, he stumbled back and turned around clamping his jaw shut as his fangs disappeared behind his gums.

"Damon?" Bonnie called softly, still able to feel the sensation of his lips around her wrist. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" He growled, voice breaking huskily.

"Did you get enough?"

No. "Yes,"

"Well then w…"

"Look, since when are you pro vampire, huh?" Damon interjected. "I could've sucked you dry, and you ask if I got enough,"

"Sorry, I…"

"Moving on," Damon said, brows lifting at her momentarily. "Where were we?"

Bonnie's eyes fell on the two holes, precise and clean on her wrist before pulling her sleeve over the mark. "We were…" Her mouth fell open as Damon pulled her hand towards him, pictures and feelings flooded in spontaneously and scattered in her brain, behind her lids and then they were gone again.

Damon's practiced smile faded. "What did you see?"

"I don't know, exactly," Bonnie looked up at him. "But it didn't feel good at all,"

Amongst the confusing pictures and feelings downloading, the most prominent was fear but not for herself for Damon, all she could see clearly was blood, everywhere, dripping from her hands, crowding her feet and leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. Damon's blood…

Was Damon in danger?

~ Fin~