Hi, guys.
I know it's been terribly long since my last update. I could start justifying myself right now, but I don't want to do that. And so I won't. The only thing I do want to tell is that it felt so wrong to leave this story unfinished like this... and it bothered me so much. So I decided to give it another try. If any of you still intrested in it... please let me know if it worth to continue writing it or not.

How do you know that you've gone too far? How do you know that you need to stop?

Once again Bonnie was lying in one bed with a man she wasn't supposed to for so many reasons. Even if you put aside the fact that he's bloody vampire with a whole Napoleon Syndrome and a load of mental issues, this particular man claimed to be in love with some other girl. Her best friend, to be exact. Any person in their right mind would end this thing between them before it had a chance to even start.

Yet, here she is lying beside Damon and, for some weird reason, she feels so comfortable and relaxed as she hasn't in such a long time.

She needs to send Damon on his marry way to hell, or at least back to Mystic Falls. She needs him gone and nowhere near her. He irritates her so much that sometimes it seems that she may be allergic to him. For example the way he's fingering all the fucking things he lays his eyes on (she can't stand it when someone puts their dirty hands on her belonging) or his constant need to comment everything – nigga, those comments of yours ain't always funny. And in this short week he's been staying with her, he managed to put his things everywhere – shirt here, pants there, briefs here and there. Bonnie likes tidy. She likes clean. And Damon is all but sabotaging her domestic discipline.

But she doesn't tell him anything, it all boils inside of her and she's afraid she might just knock him out some time soon just to get all the frustration out.

If she were honest with herself, she'd probably admitted that all the agitation came from the feeling of being suffocated. Damon with his looming presence didn't left much breathing room for her. He was always just behind her, breathing down her neck, watching over her shoulder what was that she was doing. Bonnie always was independent one and especially now that she was living so far from home with no one controlling her and so needless to say just how much she was enraged by Damon's overwhelming presence.

"Sooooo when are going to head back home?" Bonnie starts nonchalantly.

"Home?" He raised his eyebrows. Damon hasn't actually thought about home yet. Right now he didn't want to go anywhere. "I was planning on staying another month or so…"

"Month?" getting up on her elbows Bonnie stared at him eyes wide mouth thin. "Don't you have any business in Mystic Falls? Save a few people, kill anybody?"

"Somehow it feels like you're trying to get rid of me, Bonnie." Damon himself got up into a sitting position. He could feel the tension building for the past few days and figured it would fire soon. As much as he was trying to prepare for this conversation, it still felt too awkward and he wanted to put it off at least a little bit further.

"Don't get me wrong, Damon, but we all have our own lives to live. And besides, my aunt is returning home soon." She stops talking and looks at him long and pointedly. Then she sighs and her head falls to her chest. The more she talks the more her words hurt him. And Bonnie does not want to hurt him in any way. She just wants more space. And that's it.

But judging from his facial expression, she fails miserably to drive her point home. "Listen," she takes his face in her hands and stares into his baby-blues as tenderly as she can manage. "I'm not kicking you out or anything… I just…" A sigh. "I don't know how to handle you. You're overwhelming."

I'm not overwhelming, he thought, I just really want you.

Later that day after rather awkward silent breakfast, Damon wandered off just to get out of the house. Maybe Bonnie has been right, maybe he puts too much pressure on her. But it's not like he knows how to do it in any other way. He sees an opportunity, he takes the opportunity.

If anything, he blames it all on Bonnie. Is it his fault that she's so intoxicating to him, that he is so attracted and that he doesn't want to stop?

At first he used to distract himself from Elena because it became too hard for him to witness her drooling over Stefan. And at the same time Elena was – purposefully as he thought – leading him on and hung him on a tiny hope that someday she might love him the way he wanted it.

So Damon turned to Bonnie. It was easy and simple with her. He could sex her up at anytime he wanted with no commitment whatsoever. And he didn't have to hide his true nature. She knew what he was and what he could be. She might even like his beasty self, dare he say.

At some point Damon even considered using Bonnie as a weapon against Elena to make her jealous and shit… but then somehow little witch managed to became a little more important to him then that and couldn't risk telling Elena about their little get-togethers in fear it might end and he wasn't quite ready for that to happen yet.

And then she disappeared.

Up to this point Damon refused to analyze the feelings he might have for a certain witch.

But there is no need for analysis anymore. He can deny it. He can keep these feelings unacknowledged. He can refuse to tell it out loud, but he has come to loving Bonnie, and now there was no going back into the comfortable unawareness.

He wanted to kick himself for feeling this way, but even more he wanted to torture Bonnie for not feeling this way. Here it comes, all over again, Damon yet again in love with a woman who doesn't need him in the least.

He's so angry. So fucking angry.