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Music Credit: "Break" - Three Days Grace

Chapter 9:

I awoke with a start. I opened my eyes, and sat up. What is going on?

"You're awake. Bonnie, I…" I looked over and saw Stefan. I blinked furiously, trying to help my eyes adjust to the light. I yawned. Damn, waking up is a bitch. I crossed my legs, and but kept them under the covers. Damon is gone. He must have gotten up earlier, but didn't want to wake me. I smiled to myself. "Bonnie, you're…" Stefan started speaking again. I looked up at him. He seemed to be at a loss for words. It finally dawned on me. I'm healed now.

"Are you alright, Stefan?" I asked him. He nodded.

"You're healed." He finally finished. I nodded, with a smile.

"The vampire blood and elixir worked." I said. He smiled.

"It's good to have you back in one piece." He said.

"Was I ever in more than one piece?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He chuckled.

"I guess not. But, it's good to have you back in working order." He said, stifling a chuckle. I smiled. "I see how it is. You thought I was broken." I teased. His face flushed, and turned pink.

"Relax Stefan, I know what you mean." I assured him. He walked over toward me. He sat down on Damon's bed, and wrapped an arm around me.

"It doesn't hurt, at all?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. I feel fine. Better than fine... How I used to... I didn't realize how much I had taken for granted." I said thoughtfully. He nodded, and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. I smiled, it doesn't hurt anymore. It's so nice… not to hurt. I leaned my head on his shoulder. I sighed. I should get dressed. No! I'm going to shower. I can shower, and I can walk to the bathroom! It's a bit pathetic, how excited I am over this. "I should get dressed." I told Stefan. He nodded. He got up, and held a hand to me. I scooted over to the edge of the bed, and he helped me stand up. I smiled at him. "You know, you don't have to do that." I reminded him. He nodded.

"I know that I don't have to, but I wanted to." He assured me. I blushed. He smiled. He gave me a strange look. I gave him one in return. He opened his mouth slowly, as if trying to find the words. "Nice nightgown." He said, finally. I looked down. I forgot that I'm not in my usual shirt, and shorts. I blushed even harder. He's seen me in worse, and in far less. He smiled, and let go of my hand.

"Yeah, thanks." I said uncertainly.

"Carlisle and your Grams are going to be here soon." He told me. I nodded. The door opened, and I looked over. Damon was smirking in the doorway. I smiled at him. Flashes about what happened last night came to me. I smiled, remembering what had happened.

"Did I hear shower?" Damon asked. I scowled at him. He chuckled. Stefan raised his eyebrows, and then nodded. He understood. Damn mind readers. Both of the Salvatore brothers laughed. I shook my head. "Do you want company?" Damon asked. I shook my head.

"Nope." I told him. His face dropped, he looked shocked.

"What?" He said dumbfounded. "How can you resist," he motioned to his chest to his knees with his hands, "this?" He asked. I smirked.

"I haven't been able to take a shower on my own, in… I don't know how long." I explained. I heard Stefan make a noise. I glanced over at him. He was struggling not to laugh. I glared at him, and his body shook with silent laughter.

"But I'm fuckin' sexy," He protested, trying to get me to reconsider. I smiled.

"Yes, you are." I agreed. He walked over to me, and stopped. He gave me the once over, and had an odd expression on his face.

"I didn't realize that you were still wearing that." He said. I nodded.

"What else would I be wearing?" I asked him.

"I mean, I know that I normally go around breaking into people's houses, and stealing their clothes... or I dress up like an Eskimo from Texas. And, there was that one time, when I tried to be Michael Jackson…" I added. Stefan was doubled over, laughing. Damon was smirking, and finding it hard not to laugh himself.

"I get the point." Damon said. I rolled my eyes at him. He walked over to me, and stepped behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. I can feel his breath dancing across my ear. "You know, I know that you don't need my help in the shower. That's not the reason I want to accompany you." He whispered. His voice was so low; I had to strain to hear it. Stefan moved uncomfortably. He must have heard.

"I'll leave you guys to… you know." He said, and moved toward the door. He paused and turned around. "It does look good on you. Damon has good taste." Stefan commented, and left the room chuckling. He closed the door behind him.

"Why can't I shower alone?" I asked Damon.

"I suppose you can…" Damon said. As he finished speaking, he let one of his hands move lower. His fingertips brushed past my lower stomach. They gave me butterflies. He knows what he's doing; he's doing it on purpose.

"Damon," I warned in a whisper.

"Bonnie," he whispered back. It sent shivers down my spine. I trembled against my will. He smiled in my neck. He moved a hand down my thigh, and slipped it in between my legs. He brought it back up slowly, and stopped it, just before his fingers grazed too far. "Are you positive that you don't want to reconsider?" He asked.

"Stop," I hissed at him.

"Stop what?" He asked innocently. He moved his other hand. It snaked past my stomach, toward my chest, stopping just short of touching anything. "Bonnie." He growled. I closed my eyes. He is making every inch of me tingle. I squirmed, and tried to move forward, but he held me tighter. I gave a low chuckle in my ear. "You're making me excited." He whispered. I stopped moving.

"Let me go." I told him. He chuckled again.

"What if I don't want to let you go?" He asked me in a low voice. My stomach tingled. It is taking everything I am to stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck, and… "Bonnie." He whispered my name.

"You're making this hard; you know." I told him exasperated. He smiled in my neck.

"Maybe, but you're making something else hard." He said.

"Don't make me light you on fire." I threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." He said cockily.

"Wouldn't I?" I countered. He let me go. I stepped away from him. I turned around to face him. He smiled at me. I felt my face flush. I walked around him, and made my way to his bathroom. He went to the closet, and returned, holding something in his arms. "Coming out of the closet, again?" I asked. He smirked, and sent me a small glare. I walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I started to shut the door, and he pushed it open. "Damon?" I asked him, startled. He picked me up and moved me from the door gently. He set me down near the sink, and stepped inside the bathroom. He closed the door behind him.

"Last night, I didn't give you this." He said. I looked up at him questioningly. He handed me something. It's made from burgundy silk, it matches my nightgown. I unfolded the bundle. It's a matching robe. I smiled. Slippers fell out. They are ballet flats.

"Thank you, they're lovely." I told him. He reached out with his hand, and cupped my face.

"Not as lovely as you," he complimented me. I lost myself in his eyes. He kissed my forehead. My body is burning where his is touching me. I cleared my throat.

"Damon, I…" I tried to say. He looked at me.

"Let me help you." He said. I shook my head. His hand was hovering over the top button of my nightgown. He unbuttoned it. I took a small step backwards. He looked me in the eyes.

"Why are you fighting this? Nothing has changed." He said.

"Damon, I am capable of taking a shower on my own now." I argued with him.

"Bonnie, I know you are. I want to be with you… some things I don't want to change." He said. Oh. "I hated seeing you suffer. But, I liked being able to take care of you. I've never had anyone need me like that before. Don't push me away. Please." He pleaded. I nodded. That hadn't even occurred to me. I took a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." That's all I could manage to say. He started to turn away. I took hold of his hand. "You misunderstood me." I told him. He turned around with a confused look on his face. I pulled him towards me. "I wasn't trying to push you away." I said. He nodded. A smile grew on his face.

"Can I join you?" He asked. I didn't say anything for a moment. "You can wash yourself… for the most part." He promised. I smirked.

"I'd enjoy your company." I said suggestively. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Instead, he continued to unbutton my gown. He slipped it off, once he had finished. He folded it neatly, and set it on the little dresser he kept in his massive bathroom.

He turned around from me, and started to undress himself. Once he was finished, he stepped inside the shower, and slid the door shut. I unclasped my bra, and let it slide off of my arms. I slid off my panties, and dropped both my bra, and panties into his hamper. I stepped into the shower. Normally, it's the opposite. Once I was inside, I shut the door behind me. I turned to face him. I met his gaze. I walked over to him. I used my arm to reach right next to his waist. His breath caught. I grabbed my body wash, and a loofah. I pulled my arm back, and started to wash myself. He glared at me.

"What?" I asked innocently. He grabbed his, and began to wash himself. Once I had finished, I put both the body wash and the loofah back. I reached for the shampoo, but he caught my hand. I looked up at him.

"I said I would let you wash most of yourself. I get to wash your hair." He stated.

"Alright, wash my hair." I told him. He sat down on the shower floor, and took me with him. I am sitting on his lap. He put an arm around my waist, and kissed my neck before letting go. He washed and conditioned my hair. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers massaging my scalp.

We sat there for a minute after he was finished. He held me, and I was snuggled up against him. He carried me from the bathroom, and stood me up, right outside of the shower door. He wrapped a towel around me, and one around himself. I'm glad that didn't change. I would have missed his touch. The showers were a part of our ritual that I, truthfully, don't want to change. I thought that I had, but I'm glad that I didn't.

I dried myself off, and he came over, and started drying my hair.

After we were both dried off, Damon 'assisted' me with putting lotion on. He left the bathroom to get clothes for both of us. I kept my towel around me. I slipped my robe on, on top of my towel, and slipped on my slippers. I left the bathroom, and joined Damon in his closet.

"Damon?" I called out.

"Bonnie?" He replied.

"I coming into the closet." I let him know.

"If you can find me," He said wickedly.

"Is that a challenge?" I asked. He chuckled. I'll take that as a yes. I went to the closet, and pushed the door open. A pair of hands covered my eyes.

"Boo," Damon whispered.

"Ooh, I am so scared. Watch me shake in my… slippers." I told him sarcastically. He chuckled, and sat me down. He moved his hands. Come to think of it, I've never been in his closet before. Like everything else in his room, it's massive. I smiled at the thought.

"Here are your clothes." He said, gesturing to a few of the many racks in his closet.

"When did you get me clothes?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Awhile back. You were staying over here a lot, it made sense." He said with another shrug.

"Damon, you didn't have to." I told him softly.

"You don't like it?" He asked uncertainly. I shook my head.

"Of course I do, you just… didn't have to do it." I corrected myself. I nodded slowly.

"I wasn't entirely sure about everything that I picked up, some of the things, you had things similar to, and so I didn't think you would have a problem with them." He said. I nodded.

"They are perfect, Damon." I assured him. I stood up, and walked over to him, and the clothes. There are a lot of band tees, and tees with stupid sayings, like I tend to where. There are tank tops, and some dressier stuff. There are dresses, ranging from sundresses to more upscale things. There are a lot of jeans, and basketball shorts. He knows me too well. There are even some skirts in here, well… miniskirts. He took my hand, and let me to a dresser a bit further in the closet. He motioned for me to open the drawers. It's full of undergarments, and a few more nightgowns. I looked down, and noticed a few pair of shoes. I shook my head. He is too much sometimes, but in a good way. He even had a pair of black, leather, fingerless gloves in on the drawers. "Damon." I said. He turned to face me. He looked intently at my face. He traced my face with his fingers.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Yes." I answered. I hugged him. I didn't realize that he cared… this much. It had to have taken so long to do all of this. He did this almost a month ago, and he never even said anything. He drew me closer to him. He let me go.

"Do you want to pick out your clothes? Or shall I?" He asked me with a smirk. Mmm…

"I'm not sure." I told him.

"Well… in that case." He said. He pulled open the dresser drawer with nightgowns, and retrieved something that was hidden by the other nightgowns. He held it out to me. My breath caught. It's silk, but very sheer. I cleared my throat, still at a loss for words.

"I- I don't think so." I finally said. He chuckled, and put it back. I glared at him. Truthfully, I'm not sure whether to be flattered, or pissed. I brought his mouth to my ear.

"Probably both," He whispered. I swatted his arm. He grabbed his arm, and pretended to be hurt. I rolled my eyes. I walked over to the clothes that he had gotten for me. I grabbed a tight fitting, deep green, G. I. Joe tee and a dark pair of low rising jeans. "Here," Damon said behind me. He handed me metal studded, black, leather belt. I smiled.

"Thanks." I told him. He smirked.

"You might want these, too." He set a matching push up bra and panties set. They are navy blue, with black lace. He placed a pair of dark blue and gray socks on top of them. They have sunglasses all over them. He knows me too well. I shrugged off my robe, and dropped my towel. I put my bra on, and panties. He sighed. I looked up at him. I thought he went to get himself clothes. "Fine, get dressed alone." He whined. I rolled my eyes. I bent down, and put my socks on. I can feel his eyes following me. If I didn't feel self-conscious before, I do now. I blushed, but slid my pants on. I zipped them, buttoned them, and fastened my belt in place. I slid my shirt over my head, and pulled my hair free. I looked up, and met Damon's eyes. "Lovely." He said, turning around. He got clothes from himself. Before he got dressed, he brought me a pair of shoes. I took my converse from him.

"Thank you." I thanked him. "Now, go get dressed." I told him.

"If you really want me to," He said. He dropped his towel. My eyes flickered down. I couldn't help it. I tried not to, but it's Damon. I cleared my throat. I picked up his towel. "You like being down on your knees, in front of me?" He asked. I stood up, and threw his towel at him. He caught it easily. He slid his pants on. He put his shirt on, and followed me out of the closet.

"Ooh, I need…" I started. He went back into the closet, and returned with my fingerless gloves, and a black leather jacket. "Isn't that a bit small for you?" I asked him. The jacket looks a lot smaller than usual.

"Don't you recognize it?" He asked me. I looked at him questioningly. "Your mother's," He explained. He handed it to me. My breath caught. Oh my God. I haven't seen this since the day she died. She was wearing it. I had always wondered where it went. I stroked it. How could he have gotten it?

"Your Grams, she's been saving it for you, waiting for the right time. She gave it to me awhile back. The day after you were attacked…" He explained. I looked up at him. How? I… I just- I don't… I choked back a sob. Holding this, it brings back so many memories. I can see her smiling, and laughing. But I always picture her the same way, dead, her cold, lifeless body. I never understood why she was taken from me. Tears were falling freely now. "I wanted you to have part of her. I thought it was time." He continued. I mopped up my face with my hand.

"Thank you." I whispered. I slipped it on, and left the room. I need to be alone. Just for a moment. I walked down the stairs, and put my gloves on. I ran into Stefan as I was headed to the front door. Damon let me go; he knows that I need this.

"Bonnie?" He asked cautiously. I looked up at him, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"I need a minute. I'll be back inside in a bit." I told him. My voice broke toward the end. I rushed to the front door. I pulled it closed, most of the way, and sat on the first step. I let the tears fall. My body rocked back and forth.

I miss her so much. There is so much that I'll never understand. I'm glad to have this piece of her back. But, the memories… some of them are just so painful. I sighed, as the last tear fell. I sat there, staring blankly outside. I stood up, and walked back inside.

"Lena?" I heard a voice ask. Lena? That was my mother's name. It must be the jacket. I turned around. It was Carlisle and Grams. Emmett was the one who called out to me. I shook my head, and sat in the living room.

"You just look so much like her, especially with the jacket." He apologized.

"You're fine, Emmett." I told him. He chuckled.

"Oh, yeah, I'm super fine." He smirked. I gave him a small smile, and chuckled. He ran and jumped over an arm chair, and lifted himself over the couch, to sit next to me.

"My monkey man," I cooed him with a chuckle.

"You might look like your mother, but her beauty didn't compare to yours." Damon whispered in my ear. I rolled my eyes. That's not true. My mother was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. I know that every child thinks that his or her mom is beautiful. But, mine was. She was perfect. She could give someone a look, and they would stop and listen. She took everyone's breath away. "Not like you do." Damon argued in my ear. I slapped his arm.

"Stop that." I growled. He smirked, but took a seat in an arm chair.

"It worked. It's a miracle that it worked. And it healed everything?" Carlisle asked. I nodded. "Outstanding." He said. But he seems to be lost in thought. His mind is somewhere else. Where is he?

"Carlisle?" I asked uncertainly. He looked up at me, and I saw him peering back. "Are you all here?" I asked. He laughed.

"Yes, sorry. I was just thinking about the chances of it actually working. I had my doubts, I mean, I didn't expect it to work this much." He clarified. I nodded. Oh. "We also must come up a story, to explain your miraculous recovery." He said.

"Oh, I forgot." I said. I frowned.

"I've been giving it some thought. After speaking with Damon and Grace, I think I have something plausible." He informed me. I looked over at Emmett. He shrugged. "I think it will work." He said, putting an arm around my shoulder. Damon glared at him, and threw a pillow playfully at his head. Emmett caught it and chucked it back. "We can say that you have been wearing a bone growth stimulator around your ankle. You are almost always wearing jeans, so people will buy it." He explained. I nodded slowly. That makes sense. I would believe it. I've seen one before. A friend of mine broke his leg, when I was young. He had to wear one. It sped up the healing process a lot. "We can also suggest that your Grams and some of her more advanced students," he continued. Grams is a professor at our local college. Her course is about the roots of witches, and where everything originated. She teaches about herbs and their 'supposed' healing powers. No one believes it, but most are fascinated by it. "Concocted an old fashion remedy which might have had a hand in your recovery, as well." He finished. I smirked. They have really thought this through. People probably would try to pin something on Grams; everyone in Mystic Falls thinks that she is a quack.

"I can't see anything wrong with that plan." Stefan finally spoke. I looked over at him. He hasn't said anything; I forgot that he was here. "Thanks Bonnie, I knew you don't like me anymore." Stefan teased. I threw a pillow at him. He tried to block it, but with a flick of my hand, I maneuvered it, and it hit him square in the face. Everyone started to laugh, including Stefan.

"You're getting better." Gram noticed. I nodded. I didn't actually expect it to work. It seems when my emotions are skyrocketing, so are my powers. I sighed. My life should be a TV show. I chuckled. Come to think of it, I don't think I would want that to happen.

"Carlisle, do you have a growth stimulator?" I asked. He nodded, and pulled something from his briefcase. He walked over to me, and wrapped it around my ankle. I looked down at it. It isn't big. It's small, and black. It wraps around my ankle, and has a removable monitor. I moved my foot around. I took it off. "Should I keep this?" I asked. He nodded.

"I've taken care of your medical records. I added it, when Damon told me about you taking his blood. I felt it necessary to have something to explain your recovery rate." He admitted.

"You always think of everything." I complimented. He offered me a small smile.

"Not everything, but I try." He responded. I stood up, and hugged him. He hugged me back. He cleared his throat. "We should be going. We have a patient to see." He announced. Emmett nodded, and followed suit. He stood up, and hugged me. He slammed me into his chest, and lifted me off of the ground.

"Need... oxygen..." I sputtered. He gave a low chuckle.

"I had to make up for the shitty hugs that I had to give you will you were fragile." He explained. I rolled my eyes. He set me back down. "Hmm…. I guess you are still fragile." He said. I hit his arm. He laughed. Of course I can't hurt him. Carlisle and Emmett left. Grams stood up.

"Don't everyone leave at once." I said sarcastically.

"Bon-Bon, I'm not leaving. I do need someone to show me where the kitchen is. We are going to have breakfast." Grams corrected. Oh. Stefan got up, and took her arm in his, and escorted her to the kitchen. I got up, and Damon and I made our way to the kitchen. Grams turned on the music in the kitchen, and we made breakfast together.

I sighed. I doesn't feel like a Monday. It's probably because we didn't have school today. I can't for the life of me remember why. I get to go back tomorrow. I don't want to hear the questions. It will be nice to be able to drive myself again. After breakfast, Damon and I went back to my house. We haven't talked about the jacket. I guess we don't need to. Some things are better left unspoken. And some things don't need further explanation. This is one of the latter. He understood. That's one of the things I love about him.

We spent the day doing nothing. It was nice, for a change. Caroline is coming over soon. She wants to talk with me. I think I know what it's about. She and Stefan, I think something happened. I heard a knock at the door. I stood up, but Damon shook his head.

"I'll get it." He told me, and walked downstairs.

"Hey Damon." Caroline chirped. I smiled. She is always so happy. Well, not always. But she is definitely one of the most up-beat people I know. She and Damon came upstairs. She sat in a chair beside me. I'm sitting at my desk, finishing my homework on my laptop.

"I'll leave you two ladies alone." Damon announced. He turned to leave, but turned back around to face us instead. "Unless, you want to have a naked pillow fight…"He suggested hopefully. We took pillows from my bed and threw them at him. He laughed, and ran down the stairs. "I was only hoping, can't blame a guy for suggesting!" He bellowed from downstairs.

'You keep digging your hole, deeper and deeper.' I sent him.

'I'm sorry, but it would be hot.' He emphasized on, 'hot.' I rolled my eyes.

'Have you left yet?' I asked him.

'I am… now. I will see you later, my love.' He responded.

'I love you.' I sent to him. I heard him smile. I'm not even sure how that is possible, but I heard him.

'You have my love, always.' He sent back, before leaving. I heard the front door open, and close. Soon enough, I heard his car start, and him drive away.

"So, you and Stefan?" I asked Caroline. She blushed and looked away. "It's okay, you know." I told her. She was blushing furiously.

"He came over yesterday. We talked for the longest time. It wasn't like that. When he got there I wasn't thinking about that. When he came over, and we were all watching movies together, it was nice. I'm not sure what we have, but, Bonnie… it's amazing." She explained.

"I get it. Really, I do. You two just, you kind of…. Fit together. You know?" I told her. She nodded.

"I'm not saying I want to rush into anything with him. But, he makes me feel a lot better than I've ever felt with Matt." She continued. I nodded.

"Well, you have my blessing." I assured her. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around me. She frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. She shook her head.

"Nothing, I was just trying to picture Stefan dancing." She answered. We both cracked up. This is nice. Being able to do this again, being able to do everything again, I've missed it.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. Agh.

"Stupid, fucking alarm." I mumbled under my breath. Damon laughed. I got up and turned off my alarm. I put my slippers on, and got some clothes from my closet. I hate early mornings. I looked at what I had grabbed. I had a pair of black tight fitting jeans, a snug crimson, vintage X-men tee, neon lightning bolt socks, matching black lace panties and push up bra. I shrugged, that works for me. I turned on the shower, and set my clothes down. I went back to my closet and grabbed my belt.

I put with my clothes for the day, and discarded my pajamas. I threw them in the hamper, and climbed into the shower.

I dried myself off, and put lotion on. I wrapped a towel around my body, and turned on my blow dryer. I started to dry my hair, when Damon plucked it from my hands. He pressed himself against me. I moved closer to the sink, and I could feel his breath dancing on my neck. He was facing my back. He started to dry my hair. He only used one hand. He used the other to slowly massage my neck. Mmm…

"You got ready without me." He said frowning.

"No, you're drying my hair." I reminded him.

"Only because I took the dryer from you." He countered. I rolled my eyes.

"I was going to let you sleep." I told him. He pandered this for a moment.

"Thank you." He finally said. Once my hair was dry, he left the room. I slipped my clothes on, and stepped out of the bathroom. I need shoes. I was putting my gloves on, when he brought me a pair. Mind-reading definitely has its benefits.

"I'll see you after school?" I asked him.

"Unless you don't want to." He answered. I scoffed.

"Of course I want to." I assured him. He pulled me to him.

"Good," he said, pressing his lips to mine. It's a good thing that I don't wear makeup. His mouth would be coated with lip gloss. His hand traced my lower back. My shirt didn't quite make it to the top of my jeans. I had an inch or so of exposed skin. I gasped in his mouth. Every time he touches me… I feel a jolt of electricity. Mmm. I laced my fingers in his hair. I couldn't do this before. I smiled against his lips. He parted my lips with his tongue. He thrust it inside, and began battling mine for dominance. I pulled away, but Damon pulled me back, keeping my mouth in place.

"Damon." I said against his lips. I could scarcely understand myself, but I know he does. "I'm going to be late." I told him breaking away from his mouth. "Then, be late." He growled. He tongue was back to wrestling with mine. He lowered his hands, and cupped my butt. He lifted me up, and positioned my legs to wrap around his waist. He carried me over to the bed. "School," I told him.

"Broken record, give me five minutes." He tried to persuade me. And he's winning.

"'Kay, five minutes. That's it." I told him.

"Then I'll make them count." He promised. His hand slid under my shirt, and toyed with my bra, before finally slipping under. I squeezed his waist with my leg. He's going too fast. He took his hand over, cupped me from the outside of my bra. I moaned into his mouth. He slid his other hand under me, and clutched my back. He moved his hand under my shirt. I want to scream. His touch is like a drug. I moved one of my hands from his hair, and slid it to his chest. He isn't wearing a shirt. He never wears one to bed. I played with his nipple. He growled. I smiled.

'Break away from everybody.
Break away from everything.
If you can't stand the way this place is,
Take yourself to higher places.
Oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh...
At night, I feel like a vampire.
It's not right, but I just can't give it up…'

Damon released my lips, only to turn his attention to my ear and neck.

"Fucking phone." I growled. "Hello." I gasped. Damon wasn't letting up, if anything, he was making this harder. His hand slipped back under my bra, and he toyed with my nipple. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"Bonnie?" Elena asked. I knew it was her. I changed her ringtone, so I would know when it was her calling. I'm not exactly thrilled with her right now. Not after what she pulled with Matt and Caroline.

"Yeah, Elena," I answered.

"Do you want to grab some breakfast? There's time, and I want to talk to you, and explain." She said.

"Okay, where?" I choked out. Damon was twisting my nipple in between his fingers. I was biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. He licked my lip clean, and resumed what he was doing.

"The Mystic Grill, I'll meet you there in ten?" She asked. He grabbed my butt, and I gasped.

"Yeah, okay. See you." I said.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"What?" I responded.

"You… are you hurt?" She asked.

"Oh, that. I was walking into the kitchen, and I stubbed my toe on the island." I told her.

"Okay, see you soon." She said.

"'Kay, bye." I hung up the phone. I tried to get up, but Damon pinned my arms to the bed, above me. "Damon…" I growled.

"Not yet." He argued.

"You have exceeded your five minutes." I told him.

"Fine." He said. He let me sit up, but his hands settled on my waist. I wiggled trying to get free.

"I like it, when you do that." He told me. I rocked harder, causing him to moan. I stopped and kept still. "That's cold." He said.

"Let me go, Damon." I told him. He let go, and I settled more securely on his lap. He gave me a look of surprise. I kissed him. "Trust me, next time." I scolded. He started to speak, but I started rocking my hips back and forth. "

Ahh, Bonnie." He said. "Don't you have to…?" He tried to continue. But I was moving faster, now. He placed his hands on my waist, and started grinding his hips against mine. I let out a strangled cry. I got off of Damon and took my pants off. I don't have time to pick out all new clothes. Damon came up from behind me and carried me back to the bed. He sat down, and positioned me on top of him. We kept grinding. Our thrusts became more and more frantic. I've got to meet Elena.

"Ahh!" I whimpered. A rush of warmth flooded my panties. His hand went to the back of my head. He buried his face in my hair, and gasped.

"Bonnie," he grunted. I felt him finish. I rolled off of him, and lay on my bed, trying to catch my breath. "Remind me not to piss you off." He said still panting. I smiled, breathing heavily.

"You didn't like it?" I asked. He shook his head. Okay… this is awkward. I got off the bed, and started to go get new panties. I have another black lace pair. He beat me to it.

"Here," he pressed them into my hand. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held on tightly.

"Damon, don't…" I whispered.

"Of course I liked it." He said. I slapped him. "What the fuck did you do that for?" He growled. I glared at him.

"You're an ass." I told him. He smirked.

"You didn't let me finish." He said hurriedly.

"Fine. Start talking." I told him.

"I didn't like that you stopped halfway through." He explained. I looked at him exasperatedly. "I know you didn't actually, but if you got angry enough with me, you could." He finished lamely.

"Really? That's what you're going on about?" I asked. He shook his head again.

"The power you have over me, it just, I wasn't expecting it." He said. I nodded.

"And you don't like it." I finished for him.

"I was just bullshitting Bonnie; I wouldn't change any of it." He promised. I playfully swatted his arm again.

"Jerk." I told him, and changed my underwear, and put my jeans back on. I pulled my shoes back on, and grabbed my leather jacket.

"Hey." I called out to Elena, when I saw her sitting at a table.

"I'm so sorry. I lost track of time." I told her. She looked up in surprise.

"Bonnie, you're healed." She exclaimed. I smiled excitedly. I nodded. She jumped up and hugged me. I hugged her back.

"How?" She asked. I looked around, no one else is around.

"An elixir from Grams and blood." I told her in a low whisper. She had to strain herself to hear me, but nodded.

"That's so great, Bonnie. Now you're ready, you're ready for… just in case." She said. I nodded.

"I've been wearing a bone stimulator around my ankle, that and Grams and some of her top students made me this old remedy." I told her in a normal speaking voice. She raised her eyebrows at me. 'The story,' I mouthed to her. Her mouth formed a silent 'O.' "What did you want to talk about?" I asked her.

"It's about me and Matt." She said. I just looked at her. "I know what I did sucks, but, I couldn't change the way I felt about him." She explained.

"Caroline is supposed to be one of your best friends! And you stole her boyfriend!" I said exasperatedly.

"I know. But I couldn't be with Stefan anymore. I needed someone who was… less complicated. I've only been able to think about Matt." She tried to explain. I rolled my eyes.

"Elena, don't feed me that." I told her angrily. "Don't you care about anyone else?" I asked her. She looked down, and fidgeted with her hands.

"I didn't want to hurt anyone. I've already talked to Caroline… She understands. Even Stefan… he gets it. Why can't you?" She asked me.

"Because I hold you to higher standards," I told her. She frowned.

"I'm not going to feel bad about what I did." She said finally.

"Then you've made your decision. Why are we talking about this?" I asked. She sighed.

"I wanted to clear the air. I don't want this to mess up things between us, even more than they are already." She said. I nodded.

"Fine, I won't bring it up, but I know you're better than the shit you pulled. Caroline didn't deserve it. No one did." I told her. She nodded. We ordered breakfast and had forced small talk.

I walked down the hall, on my way to French. At least some of my classes are out of the way. Things aren't as bad as I thought they would be. Matt and Elena are inseparable. People have asked a few questions about them, but mostly they try not to. Stefan and Caroline have been walking with each other during classes, and talking. I'm glad that they found each other; I just hope that it isn't just another rebound.

I've explained about the growth stimulator and the 'old fashioned remedy' to few people. The few people happened to be, Tyler and a few of the most talkative girls in school. Word got around, and it isn't a surprise anymore. I have this dreading feeling in my stomach. I know that with my being healed; it's one less thing to worry about. But that was only a small part of this colossal problem. There's also Merrick. He's planning something. I don't know what, but I can feel it. I'm not sure if I'll be ready.

"Don't be that way Gilbert. I was serious. I wanted to see how I looked in eyeliner." I heard Tyler taunting Jeremy. I looked up, and saw both of them staring each other down.

"I don't think it would suit you. It tends to look bad on pussies, like you." Jeremy taunted back. Tyler moved his arm back to hit Jeremy. I swear, that boy. Both of them… they just need to stop. I ran in front of Jeremy, and grabbed Tyler's arm.

"Bonnie, move." He growled. I shook my head.

"Fat chance. Don't do this." I said still holding onto his arm.

"Yeah, Tyler, don't do this." Jeremy mocked. I turned around.

"Stop. What's wrong with you?" I rounded on him. He didn't say anything. "When are you two going to grow up?" I demanded. I dropped Tyler's arm and walked away fuming. They are going to destroy each other. I shook my head.

"Bonnie!" Jeremy yelled from behind me.

"I'll see you later, Jeremy." I told him, walking to French.

Jeremy's POV

Fuck. That's the last thing I needed, for Bonnie to think I'm an idiot. I sighed, and raked my hands through my hair.

"I didn't mean it." Tyler admitted. I looked up at him, in shock. "The whole eyeliner thing," he added to clarify. I nodded.

"And you're not that much of a pussy," I told him. He rolled his eyes. I smirked. "With Vicki gone…" I started. He held up a hand.

"Hey, don't get all girlie on me. I'll stop ragging on you… for Bonnie's sake." He said.

"Alright. I will too… for Bonnie." I agreed. We shook on it. "Oh, and your art doesn't completely suck." I added, before walking away.

Bonnie's POV

I dropped my things at home, and I went over to Damon's. He went out for a bit, and left a message with Stefan. Stefan was to stay with me, until Damon got back. I think he went hunting. Some things, I just didn't want the answer to. My entire body aches. The day has taken its toll on me. My body is just worn down. I'm not sure why. I was sitting on the couch. I have given up on reading my book. I set it on the cushion next to me. I can feel my eyes drooping, as I heard it fall to the floor.

"Bonnie?" Stefan asked. I felt him pick me up. He carried me upstairs to Damon's room. He opened the door, and slid me under the covers in Damon's bed. He kissed my cheek, and then my forehead. He closed the door with a soft click. I drifted off to sleep. Everything is foggy. I can't tell if it's a nightmare, or not. There is an eerie light, everything else is black. I walked toward the light.

"Bonnie," I can hear someone calling my name. Who is that? "I want to meet the woman who is responsible for my son's death." The voice said. Merrick. A wave of fear washed over me. I shuddered. I turned around to escape, but a hand pulled me back. It's not cold, but warm. I turned around, and closed my eyes, trying to mentally brace myself for the worst. "Open your eyes, Bonita." The voice commanded softly.

I slowly opened my eyes. I gasped. He moved his hand, so it was cupping my cheek. With the exception of Damon, Merrick is possibly one of the most beautiful men, I have ever seen. He has black hair, that's gelled into gentle spikes. It works for him. He has perfect olive skin. He's shirtless. He has Chinese characters on the right side of his abs, leading down. He has light brown eyes. Everything about him is inviting. He has slight stubble, like he forgot to shave.

"Bonita," He whispered in my ear. "I've been waiting for you. I told your mother, that you were the one who could set me free." He whispered.

I sat up with a gasp. I felt beads of sweat gathering on my forehead. I felt another weight on the bed. I looked over and jumped. It's Stefan.

"D- Damon." I sputtered. He nodded. Damon walked into the room. "I saw Merrick." I confessed.

Author's Note: Bonita means: Pretty or beautiful in Spanish

Hey guys! I hope you liked it! Sorry to leave you hanging, BUT the chapter had to end there. PLEASE REVIEW! Please let me know if you like where this is going.

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