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Here comes the next chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Few hours later, Bonnie rubbed her tired eyes. She was reading the second grimoire. Just another millions to go. At least, it seemed like that. The witch was reading spell after spell, page after page but there was no progress.

Exhausted, Bonnie went into the kitchen and made herself a whole pot of coffee. If the caffeine didn't help her, the task itself would keep her awake for another half an hour. It was the middle of the night but Bonnie didn't want to stop looking just yet. With her second cup of coffee and renewed energy Bonnie continued her search.

Another 45 minutes later the pot was empty and the witch gradually lost her concentration. Giving up, though, wasn't an option. Till late in the night or early in the morning, however one wanted to look at it, Bonnie kept herself going.

Not until her eyes fell shut she decided to go to sleep. Just dozing for a few minutes. Because of reasons unbeknownst to her, she could not stop reading through the cookbooks, she thought with a small smile. As soon as the smile had appeared on her face it vanished. Was she becoming sentimental because Damon was dying?

It's the lack of sleep. Why else would I smile about something Damon says? That was her cue. She needed sleep. Bonnie went into her own room. Since she could remember her father traveled a lot for his work, therefore Bonnie spent that much time at her grams' that she had her own equipped room there. Her head hadn't quite touched the pillow when the girl fell asleep.

Bonnie awoke a few hours later with the sun shining straight into her eyes. Groaning, Bonnie stretched herself like a cat and rubbed her stinging eyes. Taking a look at her clock she realized she'd only slept for three hours. No wonder I'm still so tired.

However, there was no time to waste. She may not like Damon (okay, who was she kidding? She had to admit it to herself at least that even though they weren't quite friends she became used to having him around) but she'd promised to look for a cure. And if one thing mattered to a Bennett witch it was loyalty. After a small breakfast, Bonnie went back to work. There were a lot of grimoires left for her.

The next few days were similar. Till lat in the night Bonnie searched the grimoires for a cure or something that would help them. After a few hours of sleep she would go back to reading. Eating and showering started to become foreign words to her. She forcefully had to remind herself of such necessary everyday tasks.

On the fourth day, Bonnie still wasn't through the grimoires. And there still wasn't anyone helping her. After a quick shower, Bonnie entrenched herself in the library once more.

Half an hour later Bonnie heard her cell phone ringing in her room. Getting up she ran out of the library into her room. At first, she didn't see her phone, few seconds later she found it laying on her bed. Reading the display, Elena's name was showing on it.

"Just the person I want to talk to right now," Bonnie muttered. Though Elena was one of Bonnie's best friends, right now she didn't want to talk to her. Their relationship had been shaky as of late with Elena being so close to the Salvatores. Further, Bonnie wasn't happy with Elena's behaviour. Why didn't she get it that she was human? A mere human? Only thing she managed to do when she tried to play saviour was to risk all their lives a lot more than when she'd stayed home. And, seeing Katherine playing with both boys, Elena seemed to think it was okay to slightly encourage Damon, even if it was unconscious on most parts. Nevertheless, Elena was her best friend, her sister. This phone call, however, felt too much like a monitoring call.

"Yeah?"

"Bonnie, it's me. Did you find something?" Elena asked eager.

Again, no 'Hello. How are you? Can I help you?' It was always the same. Can anyone really blame her for disliking all vampires?

"No, Lena. I haven't found something. If I had I would be at the Boarding House telling Stefan the good news and Damon would be on the mend." Bonnie couldn't help herself. After the long hours of straining her eyes and lost sleep she was irritated.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just ... Damon is dying, Bonnie. He's dying!" Elena sobbed. "And … I don't know what to do if he does..."

Being faithful to your boyfriend. You had your chance, you chose Stefan. The witch couldn't help herself. Though she didn't like Damon, she sometimes despised Elena for separating the brothers more and more. It was the last thing both the Salvatores needed.

Thinking something like that and telling it to Elena were two different things, though. So, Bonnie kept her mouth shut.

"I'm still looking for a cure. There are a few grimoires left."

"He doesn't have the time, Bonnie. We need the cure now!"

Now, Bonnie was pissed! She didn't really sleep, she searched for the cure, she read and read and read and Elena who was doing nothing but holding Damon's hands was complaining? Hell no!

"Elena. I do what I can! So stop it right there. I know that the time is running out. But I do my best! So stop controlling if I do my job and just let me do it! I'm going. Bye."

And Bonnie hung up.

Her eyes were hurting and the letters were fuzzy. Time was running out. Damon had probably only one day left. And though Bonnie didn't like him she didn't want to see him die either. He can help against all the evil out there. Two one-hundred-and-something years old vampires were better than one. And Damon was better suited for the dirty work. He was ruthless. It's just that. I don't like him.

A voice in the back of her mind was telling her that she tried to fool herself. Bonnie ignored it.

It was in the middle of the same night when the witch read something that made her curious.