A little shorther than usual, but I have to continue with this time/story period for a little bit. 1 or 2 chapters left, then we will move forward again. Thank you SO much for all your reviews, it has been amazing :)

Damon quickly walked away from the crowds, determined to get in his car and drive off, not to come back for a long long time. He thought about staying a while and visit with the tiny witch, but he though better of it. He had to break free of this insane fascination with her, it wasn't healthy and it pissed him off. Everythingwas always about control. And Damon liked to be in control.

He got is keys out, well the keys to the car he "borrowed" and froze in place when they flew out of his hand. He sighed, not in the mood for a confrontation. He slowly turned around, hands in the air and pouting, and greeted the angry witch standing in front of him. He could almost see the Power pulsating from her. He knew he was in trouble.

"Hello Sheila."

Bonnie felt like walking on a cloud; she was ecstatic. The show had been a success! Everyone had been impressed with her. Even if her father didn't show up, he was on another business trip, as usual, at least Grams had been there. And of course, Damon was there too. She had wished so hard for him to see her dance, especially since it was bits from Swan Lake. Grams had been right, anything was possible. She looked around her, where all her class and friends were being greeted by family, but she couldn't see Grams, or Damon.

Damon faced the very angry Bennett elder. He hadn't done anything, but somehow, he knew she was angry at him. Her eyes seemed completely black and her mouth was tightened in a very straight line.

"What have you done to my grand daughter, Vampire?"

He raised one eyebrow, trying to see if she was serious. When he didn't reply, the witch repeated the question, this time using a very serious, threatening tone.

"I said, what have you done to my grand daughter, Vampire?"

This time he smirked. He always did like a little temper, always made things more interesting.

"I think you've got the question in reverse Sheila. The real question should be, what has she done to me?"

"Do not try to be cute with me!"

He rolled his eyes. "I can't help my good looks, I was born with them. But as to your question…"

His words were interrupted by the searing pain that exploded in his head. He fell to his knees, frantically grabbing at his head. As suddenly as it started, the pain stopped. He gasped and realized he was out of breath, which made no sense since he didn't need to breathe. He looked up at Sheila, suspecting she was responsible for his situation and he could swear he saw a glitter of amusement in her eyes. That pissed him off.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"I told you not to disrupt her life! You were not to get involved in her life, especially not have her think of you as a friend. She should not know about you, not yet."

He frowned and got up. "Well, maybe that's something you can explain to her. I assure you, I had no intention to be here today. I just couldn't help it. She is very strong."

Sheila Bennett looked down, frowned and nodded. She sighed. She had to be fair; it wasn't only the vampire's fault. But he was so easy to vent on. She would need to bind Bonnie's powers, make her dormant for a few years, until she was old enough to understand. It was too dangerous to let her roam free. She would probably never forgive her, but it had to be done.

"Compel her to forget about you."

"What? You want me to use my evil powers on a witch? On Bonnie?"

Sheila just stared him down, silent. He snorted.

"I don't know what game you're playing, or how dumb you think I am, but we both know very well that witches cannot be compelled. And even if they could, I would be extremely surprised if the child was not on vervain."

She cocked her head at him, impressed against her will.

"The question is: If you could compel her to forget you, would you?"

He threw his hands up in the air. "You have got to be kidding me! You think I like being controlled by a freaking human baby? No, I don't. I would compel her without a second thought if I could, but I can't. So whatever it is you're going to do to her to make her leave me alone is fine by me. As long as you do it now. I'm tired of this, of this town, of your family. I'm out of here."

He slowly picked up keys, to make sure the witch was actually going to let him go. She didn't make a move and didn't say anything. He sighed. He really did want to leave; he didn't know what she wanted from him. He sat in the car and suddenly, she relaxed and smiled.

"I hope I won't have to see you in town for a very long time, and if I do, that you won't come anywhere near Bonnie, understood?"

He shook his head, shrugging her off. "Yeah yeah yeah, make sure she leaves me alone and I'll do the same."

He started the car and left in a hurry, watching the witch grow smaller in the rear-view mirror. He was going to drive away as fast as he could, find someone to eat and drink a good bottle of Bourbon. He was going to forget all about Mystic Falls and little witchy ballerinas.

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