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Damon had the feeling of Dejavu.

He knew how this had all happened, it happened just like last time, he just couldn't figure out why it had happened, and again for that matter. He felt bewitched by her, the sense of all her power, slowly going back to normal, and the Berry sent of her hair, and the Ivory sent of her skin was slowly driving him mad, the way it had only a few nights ago.

'And why did she have to look so good this morning, by the pond, and sleeping so softly in her bed…' he trailed off in his mind, realizing that he was still holding her by the waist. Her eyes were still big, but not as big as when the poor horse shot out like lightening.

And they were watching him.

He started to let go, when he remembered why he was still holding her. She was completely limp in his arms, and she was trembling slightly. He knew why she was this way as well, when his horse had ran off on him at the young age of nine, he'd nearly peed all over himself. But when his father had scolded him about being brave, and not fearing anything he'd slowly stopped feeling things like fear.

He stopped thinking of that when he felt himself leaning down a little, a question of her feelings on his lips that never came as he felt the soft touch of her lips against his own. It was so soft that he felt his own legs give out, and he slowly went down with her to the ground, holding on to her like she was the only thing left to hold on to. Like she was the last real thing on the entire Earth.

And he was scared.

He couldn't help it, all these feelings coming back to him, all these memories running in his mind. It had been so long since he'd felt this kind of love from someone, especially after his mother had died, that it scared him.

He began to tremble, his undead heart beat going up a couple beats, and he was tempted to run off, away from her, away from these feelings that he'd not felt in so long. His hands started to slip from around her waist, but her own hands were still softly holding onto the front of his shirt, her lips gently rubbing against his own.

Soon he had one thought in his mind. Run. As far and as fast as he could, just get away from her, from these feelings, from the pain, from all the hurt he was beginning to feel again.

'Away from your only true love?' a voice asked in his mind. 'Away from the one person who loves you more than her own life. Away from the person, other than your mother, who cares for you?' it asked, scaring him more.

She was the only one for him, and he'd already lost her more times then he wanted to admit to. He felt the kisses deepen, slowly, but surely getting deeper, making him feel trapped and surrounded.

Then he felt the waves of her love hit him through his broken wall, making it fall down in crumbles around him, and her own wall come up to replace his own, strong with her love. Almost as strong as his own, but not as dark, it was full of color and light and everything that one would use to comfort another..

Then he felt the waves of acceptance roll around him. Filling him with the feeling that was still new to him. Letting him know that she was here for him, always. Giving him the strength to stay, and not run from her, to keep holding on. His hands gripped her sides, he was sinking, deeper into her heart, into the kiss.

Into her.

Then he felt comfort fill him up, easing away his fear. Slowly erasing the feeling to run away from her, and slowly filling him with a need. A need for everything she would give to him, for her love, and her acceptance and her comfort and anything else she wanted him to have.

A need for her.

And she was giving herself to him freely. Sending all the emotions he needed to him, when he needed them, how he needed them. And he could feel her own need for him. The need for him to want her, and not run away again. For him to not hurt her like he had before.

Because he had. He could see that now, and he hadn't meant to. He was only scared, and didn't know what to do. So he ran off like a wolf with its tail between its legs.

She sent a wave of knowing to him.

He was getting dizzy and drunk on all the feelings bubbling up inside of him. And they were still kissing, still holding each other as if they were all that was left of the world. Like they were the only things that were real. His body was trembling more then he liked, and he couldn't make himself stop.

But Bonnie's was strong, and firm, and holding his own body so gently that he didn't want to stop trembling. She was supporting him, making sure he didn't hurt himself, keeping her wall around him so that no one could hurt him.

He needed her more then he thought possible.

He left her lips and left a soft trail of kisses down her cheek, and even softer ones on her neck. He could feel her heart beating there, and for once it only gave him a sort of passion for it, instead of a need. Like if he took a little it would feel differently than usual. It would fill him up more, taste better then it usually tasted.

He decided he would find out later. When they were more… comfortable… with where they were. He smiled to himself, slowly pulling himself away from her, against both their wills.

She smiled weakly up at him, her eyes finally sparkling like they had when he'd first met her. Warm innocence hiding the knowledge that he knew she had within her, not only of his kind, but of her own as well. He felt his mind slowly shutting down for the first time, so many emotions and not enough brain to sort through them, and make them work properly.

He saw that she still couldn't stand and that her arms were shaking slightly without him being in them. He actually found that he had a bit of a time getting up, his entire body begging him to stay where it had been in the warm place she'd brought to him, but it didn't take long to convince it that they needed to get more comfortable..

"I'll go find my horse, and bring the basket back." He said softly, taking a peek around for something to shade her until he could move her over to the place he wanted.

"He's right there." She said, pointing with a shaky finger over to the two horses.

He smiled at her, and went and got the basket off. Pulling a blanket out and getting it settled between two huge roots of a fairly large tree before going and picking her up and bringing her over. She claimed she could walk, and could probably very well do so but he didn't care. He just wanted her to be in his arms, and he knew how unromantic that sounded coming from an Italian.

They had a small lunch, after she'd calmed down from the little episode that had happened with her horse, and soon started talking about their life. Damon, of course, having a more interesting life then her, but he'd lived a little longer then she had, so it made since that it would be.

"Tell me about Angel." She said softly after they'd talked about just about everything else, he'd positioned the blanket under a tree that had roots growing sort of around them, like giant arms to hug them. He was against the tree, and she laying against one of the roots, looking into his eyes while he talked, completely interested in everything he had to say.

"She was so wonderful." he told her, not caring that he sounded like his weak little brother, and that it wasn't polite to compliment another girl in front of the one before him. "And I believe she knew what I was before I ever told her. And the reason they called me Damon Smith was because I'd changed my name." He smiled at her. "But you already know this."

"How did she know? Did you not know how to hide it then?" she asked. He liked that she was interested him in, it gave him a feeling of comfort to think he could finally talk about this stuff to someone.

"I don't know, but the same thing happened with her that happened today. The only difference is she didn't know she was telepathic." He smiled down at Bonnie, and she blushed a little. "I suppose it was because I had moved to fast, or maybe I 'felt' different then the other guys to her. I'm not sure, but later that night on our one date, we sat under the stars and talked. I explained what I was, and why I wouldn't make a very good husband to her…"

*~~*~~*

He looked pained. Bonnie could see his eyes dim a little, but he smiled and went on.

"She still wanted to be with me. I told her everything twice, and she still wanted to be with me. You have no idea how good that made me feel. I was known for being what you would call a 'player'. But my problem was that they all seemed to like me because I was handsome, or because I came from a rich family."

"So why was she different? She thought that you were some kind of spoiled Prince that only wanted her to watch him practice." She asked him, finding his hand and playing with it, intertwining their fingers and tracing the thin lines on his palm.

"That's just it, she didn't like me to begin with. I was just another Prince wanna be that she had to bore herself to death with that day. So I had to actually prove that I was worth it. With the other girls they would 'oh' and 'ah' at anything I did. If I said I was the King of Ethiopia they would believe me and want me more for my fame. With her I had to show proof and make her believe."

"So you fell in love with her." She said dreamily, feeling a small blush creep into her cheeks at her voice. She always liked hearing about other people's love life, mainly because hers was so uninteresting.

"Yea," he laughed, pinching her on the leg. "In fact, I told her my real name and then had to prove that I really was the 'dead Salvatore boy' she'd read about." She smiled up at him, already imagining what he'd have had to say and do to prove that point. "I never believed I'd find someone, and then I did." He said quietly, turning serious before she realized it. "And then she was taken from me." he looked out into the forest, and she had a feeling he didn't like what he was about to say, or wanted to say.

She got closer, and laid her head on his chest, gently rubbing it with the palms of her hands. "You don't have to tell me." she told him softly. "If you don't want to, I'll understand."

She could feel his shield close around her, along with his arms. "It was the night of the ball, where she would announce who it was she would marry to everyone." he told her, almost as if he didn't hear what she'd said, but she knew he had because of the warmth that spread through her from his mind. "We were told to circle around her so that she could see all of us and pick from there."

"Sounds like a good idea." She told him.

"Yea, well when she picked me, one of the other guys got mad. I guess he wanted to be the new King so that he could rule something. He was power hungry, obviously, and Angel's father was a pretty big person around that time. But only here. So he took the dagger he carried with him out, and killed her." He never stopped looking out in the distance, he breathed evenly but his entire body was tense as if waiting for a blow.

"Sort of like my dream?" she asked him softly, only now making the connection that he was saying.

"Yes, like your dream." he told her quietly. She watched him as he turned to face her, and saw everything he was going to say in his haunted eyes before he uttered a word. "God Bonnie, I don't know what I'd do it someone killed you at this next ball. I swear I'd probably snap and kill everyone around me." he laughed a little, to show his twisted humor. She laughed too, because she knew that it was most likely true.

"Well I'm not the real Princess, and if I don't pick someone who wants to be my Prince, what's it going to hurt? His pride?" she smiled as he squeezed her. She liked this side of Damon, though she was sure this would be the only time she'd see it.

"Yea, I guess. What shall we do next, Princess? We can go to the pond for a dip?" he grinned down at her. "Hope you got that Black Bikini you were teasing Stefan about."

She blushed deeply, already embarrassed that he'd heard her say that. "I do, but that doesn't mean I'll wear it."

As if to mock her he pulled out the suit in question from the basket and handed it to her. Her blushed turned a deeper shade of red as she realized that he wanted her to wear it. "Oh fine, where am I supposed to get dressed?" she asked, crossing her arms defiantly. He closed his eyes.

"Pervert." She said, slipping off behind a few trees and slipping it on under her dress. Coming back she could see that his boxers were hanging out from the basket, along with his shirt and he was fastening it to his horse bare-chested, so she through her undergarments there too, deciding to wait until they'd gotten to the pond before getting that naked.

There was a slight problem with getting back though. Her horse wouldn't get up or move, and upon further inspection they found a needle near its rear. Damon smelled it, and said that it was poison, most likely rat poison. She got on his horse with him, and they left to tell the stables guys what had happened.

She didn't tell him about how she'd heard something whistle by her ear, or about her fear that maybe someone was out to kill her.

*~~*~~*

She had come close to the pond, and stepped in a little, and he could see small shivers run through her.

The water was cold, even he could feel the cold. It was perfect. It got to be eight feet deep near the middle, and was only full of mud, not weeds to get stuck on. In fact, the water was almost see- through, making it beautiful for the gardens.

He picked her up and threw her in to the middle of the pool, laughing uproariously as she came up and screamed from the cold. She came out, dripping wet, and smiled evilly up at him.

"Ha, you can't push me in, silly mortal." He laughed as evilly as he could before laughing like a kid again. This was too easy, and entirely too much fun for him to be having. But he didn't care, he needed a break from Vampirism, and this is exactly what he'd always wanted.

But she surprised him, shaking herself off like a dog, making sure all the water went on him, then hugging him to finish the job. He could feel small shivers running through her body from the cold and he laughed. He picked her up again, but this time she wrapped her legs around his waist so that he couldn't throw her in.

Startled that she would be so bold as to do such a thing, he simply jumped in with her around him. He could feel her surprise radiate from her and couldn't help the giddy feeling of triumph from it. Then he started tickling her under water so that she would let go of him. They came back up, laughing and hugging each other.

Both their eyes were sparkling.

*~~*~~*

They played in the pond till it was almost dark. A few stars littered the gray-blue sky when they finally got out. They dried themselves enough to go inside without feeling to cold, since the heating was still medieval like the candle lit hallways. They grabbed the basket they'd had lunch in, and went inside to get ready for dinner.

Bonnie sat up in her room, moving around like she was in a dream. He loved her, she knew this now the same way that she knew the sky was blue. No one could kiss that way and it not mean something. Now if only she could figure out what her dreams meant, she could be fully happy and content.

She slipped out of the swim suit, and took a short hot shower to get her body temperature back to a normal feel. After she was dry she slipped on a silky blue dress. It was simple enough, but like all the dresses that she had, it was dangerously low cut. They definitely wouldn't let her wear these at school, but they looked great. This one in particular had violet sleeves that went down and fluffed out at the wrist. The body of it was blue, and then the skirt was blue with a violet see-through material over it.

She clipped her damp hair up, after drying it so that it wouldn't drip all over her, and went out to the dining room to find Damon. When she left her room, thought, there was a little kitty sitting in front of her door. It had a note attached to its collar, the white paper nearly blending in with its fur that was pure white. It was so cute, and as she read the note she laughed.

Dearest Bonnie,

I have a surprise for you and it isn't the kitten. Meet me out in front of the big tree next to the pond in the garden.

Damon.

She smiled, putting the cat in her room on her bed as the little thing curled up and went to sleep, purring contently. She went out to meet Damon, wondering all long what more he could do to surprise her.

*~~*~~*

He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.

This was exactly how he'd ended his last date in this Castle, and for some reason this felt right. It scared him, for last time this happened he'd lost his love.

'She's not Angel. Angel is gone, and I feel so close to Bonnie.' He told himself.

But something tugged at the back of his mind.

He turned as she approached, dressed beautifully in a blue silk dress. He could just tell that it had hints of violet to it, and that her hair was up, the damp curls swishing around her bare shoulders. She smiled as she came close, but soon stopped in her tracks, looking lost for a moment. He wondered what had happened, but forgot it when she sat down next to him under the tree, under the violet-gray sky. He had out a small picnic. Two salads, some soup, two sprites in a can. Just to be half modern. He knew she didn't like white wine, and he loved red wine, especially when it came from a certain tap.

He took her hand, and kissed it, like he always had with ladies he was courting.

"How has it been so far?" he asked softly while they ate. "I hope I have not bored you to badly, M'lady."

She smiled warmly at him, and finished chewing before answering. "I've had a grand time. I only wish it didn't have to end so fast."

After they'd finished with their meal they put away the plates and so forth, and laid back against the tree and talked they way they had earlier in the clearing. Not about anything important, just talk. School life, friends, hopes, fears. Anything, and he liked it. It had been so long since he could talk to someone about anything that popped into his mind.

After a while, they slowed in their conversation, and began to look at each other more often. He could see her eyes sparkling bright like gold. And her flame red hair under the moonlight gave her a very unearthly look, as if she were only an angel coming to spend time with him.

He reached out gently and stroked her soft cheek, letting his finger tips linger there. When she closed her eyes, he moved closer for easier access to her without stretching out to far. He silently hoped that Angel would forgive him for falling in love with another.

He let his finger tips run over the tender line between her lips, and felt her softly kiss his fingers. He smiled down at her, watching as her eyes fluttered open and she smiled warmly up at him. Parting her lips and gently licking his fingers.

Chills ran down his spine as fire shot through his veins. This was definitely the night something bad was going to happen. Both of them knew this, and they still went at this slow, teasing pace. Neither knew exactly what to do or what the other thought was good or bad, so they took it slow, making it a learning process.

He let his fingers run through her cherry curls, and touched her scalp, tilting her head up gently. He himself was lowering, so that their lips would touch easily.

This kiss was gentler, if possible, then the last. He felt his whole world burn away, all that was there was her, and her soft mind protecting his now crumbling walls again. He felt helpless, which scared him. Damon was unaccustomed to anything other than control. But she let her soul slip into him, and calm him with her love.

With out thinking he picked her up and went inside. He silently hoped that no one saw him, he didn't want to be put out of the game for reasons beyond his control, but honestly didn't care. This was still only a game, and he knew Bonnie would be with him for a long while. Every now and then he'd shiver as she kissed his neck, or nibbled his ear, again unaccustomed to being teased rather than doing the teasing. This girl was full of surprises.

Once inside he locked the door so that no one could interfere, and smiled at her. She had a fire going in her room, and she looked so beautiful with the light lighting tints of her hair that only came out with firelight. He sat beside her gently running his hands around the tummy of her dress, just watching her as she smiled warmly at him, giving him her permission to do whatever before giving in to what his heart, and his mind, was telling him.

She laid back then and pulled him on top of her, kissing him deeper then before, more needy then before. His heart burst it was so full, and then he felt her soft hands pushing him away. Not hard as if offended, softly, so he obeyed, and then found them pulling him back down. But not down to her lips, down to her neck.

He began to tremble.

He knew he couldn't control himself, especially not now. But she wanted him to, she knew he needed it just as much as he needed her. And it was her giving it to him, not him seducing it away, not him taking it. And her soft finger tips were running through his hair the way his mother used to do. She placed one finger of the other hand in his mouth and began playing with his canine tooth until it was sharp enough to cut her finger.

After tasting that little drop of her blood, he wanted more. Not thinking, he pulled away, and bit deeply into her, not hurting her, but getting as much blood as possible.

Of course, not before saying that he loved her.