She woke up slowly, and sat up even slower from the pain in her whole body. She felt very wet and slightly warm, but soon after sitting up she felt cold. Her hair was damp, and her clothes were stuck to her body. She didn't feel good, and she felt a soft hunger in her body, but ignored it as the situation caught on to her slow working brain.

They were fighting, and the others around her were crying, pain and fear emanating clearly from them. She felt dizzy, and put her hand up to her head to make the room stop spinning. She heard a few gasps but ignored them when she saw that there was another dark haired boy standing and watching the fight, he looked familiar, the dark hair and the way he stood reminded her of the one she loved. When she noticed who was fighting, she got angry.

He looked like he was losing and she didn't like that. She could practically feel the cuts and bruises all over his body, and how weak he was getting from fighting for so long. She felt a soft breeze on her chest and looked down to a very bad scar and torn clothes. She wondered how that happened, but decided to think about it later, after she helped out the dark boy fighting.

She found a dagger next to her, and figured that was how it was done since it had blood on it. She pulled off the metal around it, with not much effort and found a white ash wood knife underneath just a sharp as the metal knife. Just what she expected, but she didn't know why she expected it.

She smiled and got up, checking her muscles. Yes, they still worked fine, a little stiff but that would change in a few minutes. She felt her body tense a little, and she crouched and waited. Waited for them to turn away from her so that she could attack, and waited for her chance to get him before he could get both of them.

She didn't notice the others looking funnily at her, or the strange feelings radiating from them all. She was focused on the fight, and how she would end it once and for all.

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Damon got thrown off again and this time he was hurt to badly to try and get up. He kept his eyes open though, if he was going to die tonight he would die with all his dignity. He silently prayed that if God ever existed, that he remade him somehow to be with his Angel, but Mortal, so that he could grow old with her and all that good stuff you read about in stories.

Klaus jumped on him, and smiled, fangs bared shinning against the soft light of the room. His eyes were bright with the excitement of the fight and the joy of winning. And his body was relaxing a little from the knowledge that he'll finally get his way.

But his smile faded when he was jerked back.

"Leave… him… alone." A voice said softly, full of deadly force. Damon recognized it, but his mind wasn't working. She was dead, so it was someone else, maybe that crazy Lisa person. Or maybe his brother broke his promise, but even as he thought that his mind registered that the voice was to high to be his brothers.

Klaus didn't stop though. He started to reach behind him to throw the person off. And as soon as the person noticed it, they snapped their hands back roughly. A simple move, but one that needed a lot of force to pull off what happened.

Klaus' head popped off and landed beside him, his body falling off to the side before blood could get on Damons already messy clothes. It stopped moving as soon as it touched ground, and Damon slid out from under the heavy body.

Damon stared in amazement for a couple seconds as the corpse slowly turned into a sac of bones, then into dust, slowly being blown away from the soft breeze from the opened terrace doors. This time he was gone, for good. Nothing could bring him back after that, vampires can't lose thier head and come back. He saw that his undead heart was pushing some blood out, but wasn't paying much attention to it.

He looked up into the brown eyes of his savior, and felt his heart stop. The red curls were darker from the blood, and her beautiful black dress was a mess, ripped at the top, but not so badly that she would be rated R. She looked inhumanly beautiful.

"Bonnie." He said hoarsely.

She fell on him, and wrapped her arms around him tightly. He felt her walls come up around him and her powers engulfing him. He was so mesmerized by the fact that he was actually feeling better, and that she was alive and holding him, that he didn't realize she let go until she giggled.

He looked up deeply into her eyes, feeling her love and comfort pouring into his battered body. "Oh Bonnie. You're here, and your all right." He whispered, feeling his wall break down into crumbles around him again.

"Yea, but I can't remember much of anything." She said softly. And as he looked in her eyes he saw that she did look like a lost child. He wasn't thinking clearly, he knew it, but he didn't care, she was alive and well and here with him and could be with him for as long as he could think.

"Damon…" he heard Stefan coming closer, his voice sounding almost as lost and Bonnie looked. "Um, Bonnie. Are you hungry?" he asked softly, staring into her eyes and probing her mind softly. She looked funnily at him, and the realization hit Damon.

"A little…" she said softly, standing up and reaching down for Damon. Before he could stand up she let go, sniffing the air delicately and slowly turning to Meredith, who was watching her from the saftey of Matts arms.

Stefan took off to his room immediately, he knew what was happening and went to get something to help it, and for that Damon was so grateful, he didn't know if he'd be able to get it in time, he was still to weak from his fight to do much. Damon knew that they had packed a special cooler for his 'midnight snacks' and figured that if he got it soon enough Bonnie would be all right.

He came back with three bottles, and Damon didn't know why he'd gotten so many until he felt his own hunger come over him. He smiled very gratefully at his younger brother, not caring anymore about hating him or being bad. Only caring about saving Bonnie and keeping her with him.

He held it up to her mouth, and tried to get her to drink some of it. He knew the smell was driving him crazy, but he wouldn't drink anything until he knew she was OK. After a couple minutes she began to drink it, grimacing at the cold blood. He knew how she felt, he disliked cold blood more then feeding from animals. Then she got a second bottle, and she was almost done when she laid down and put her head in his lap. Not asleep, but getting close to being there.

He found her breathing evenly, and he drank from his own so that he'd be able to carry her up to her room. She would need to rest for a while so that she would make it through the change safely. He knew this better then the others.

Damon was happy, finally after so many years of watching others happily together, and after seeing Elena come back for his brother time and time again, he finally got his happiness back, and this time nothing was taking it away from him.

He was whole once more.

Aww! I know, short. But! There is one more chapter!!!!!!!!!! Soo, I hope your ready for the last chapter, cause its coming! :D

Everybody that reviewed made me change my mind about havening Bonnie die, she was going to, but then all the reviews were

like 'no! why did you do that!?' && stuff like that, so I changed it :) Nooww that your done reading this, go and REVIEW!!!! :)