A/N: Thank you again to everyone who reviewed, put my story or me to their alerts or even put my story or me to their favorites. I still can't believe that their are people out there who read my stuff. Wow.

Like in the last chapters before I have to thank my beta XCastielXNovakX. Without her I wouldn't have finished the story. (I told her I was writing a story - that's the reason I finished it.)

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Chapter 4:

The girl glanced uncertainly at her boyfriend. Could she do it? Would she do it? And what would it mean for Stefan and her? Or even Damon and her?

The feral gleam in the vampire's eyes convinced her to do it.

Hesitantly, she walked closer to the bed where Damon was laying. Slowly, she bowed herself over the unconscious body. With one last glance at Stefan she kissed Damon on his lips. She lingered a few seconds waiting for something to happen. Carefully, she backed away.

Both Bonnie and Stefan took a few steps closer to the bed looking for the tiniest of changes in Damon's demeanor. However, there was no movement or small gasps. Damon was still laying there like one of the dead. Or dead-dead, whatever.

Bonnie couldn't believe it. This magic had been their last hope. Wait, didn't he just tremble? The witch took some more steps closer to the bedside.

Suddenly, the witch tangled herself up in the blanket which was slightly hanging off the mattress. Losing her balance, she fell forward right where the blue eyed beast was laying. It all happened so fast that even Stefan wasn't able to catch her in time.

With her luck, Bonnie managed to fall face forward onto Damon, their lips brushing for a short moment.

Not completely realizing what just happened, Bonnie stood there frozen in place. Abruptly, she jumped away. What did just happen? I kissed Damon fucking Salvatore! The teenage witch couldn't believe it. It had been an accident and not really a kiss – in Bonnie's opinion a kiss should be intentionally and both parts should be conscious – but her lips had met Damon's mouth.

And the worst part, it had felt good, real good. It was sad, really, that she had that little experience that she enjoyed kissing a lifeless body and worse, Damon Salvatore's dead body.

What is wrong with me? The mocha skinned girl asked herself. She'd just reached the point where she didn't want to kill Damon all the time. She'd even begun to accept that they were friends – or something like it in their own weird way. And after her desperate search for a cure she'd even come to terms with the realization that she didn't want him to die, that she needed him to be alive.

But this right there, it was too much. Kissing Damon and enjoying it? No way. At least he's in a coma and doesn't know that our lips met.

A strange noise broke Bonnie out of her thoughts.

"Uh." With great apprehension all eyes turned to the vampire laying on the bed.

Confused, Damon opened his eyes and looked at the people in his room. "What's going on? Stefan? Elena? Bonnie?"

What was the little witch doing in his room? The last thing the older Salvatore remembered was … the bite. Tyler had bitten him! … and he … I'm dying!

What? How? And why were his lips all tingly? Something wasn't right here. He should be dead! And though he could imagine Elena to be part of his afterlife he couldn't believe his paradise would also include his little brother and the judging witch. Not all three of them hovering in his room. Okay, perhaps he could imagine the little witch hovering over his bed or in his bed – a less judging version of her, more sexy and kinky and all over his body.

By the way she was standing there, however, he doubted his dream had come true. She looked shocked and somehow out of her mind.

What? Damon was awake? He was ALIVE? But how … ? Bonnie freaked out. It has to be Elena. It has to be Elena's kiss. The spell just needed time to function. That' it! That was all there was. It wasn't because of her. He wasn't alive because of her. Okay, he kind of is. After all, she was the one to find out about this magic. But it wasn't because of her "kiss". If anyone could call it that to begin with. It couldn't be! It was because of Elena … and about Elena.

Why did admitting this feel like someone was ramming a knife into her guts twisting it mercilessly?

Damon will never see me like this. Wait –– what? Bonnie didn't want him to see her like that! She didn't!

Elena didn't trust her eyes anymore. Damon was alive? And conscious? How? –– The kiss. It worked! So the magic was real.

She was Damon's true love. Her fears from before were back. What did that mean? And what were the consequences? Even though she was attracted to Damon – honestly, which hot blooded girl, woman and even more than a few boys wouldn't be? – she was still in love with Stefan. Damon was tempting but she knew she wouldn't be happy with him – not in the long run. But what did that magic imply? And how was it going to affect her relationship with Stefan? Though, the last one who kissed Damon was Bonnie. Wait, wait, wait … did that mean … BONNIE is DAMON'S true LOVE? Elena was puzzled. There is a higher possibility that Tyler was Damon's soul mate. Even after the bite!

Stefan was shocked. He wasn't able to comprehend it. His brother was alive? Really? But how? Did it work? Or was he just dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time he's dreaming that his brother was safe and sound. And if it was real this time … did it mean that Elena wasn't his brother's true love? After all, it was Bonnie who kissed him last.

"What happened?" Damon's voice was still raspy and hard to understand. Bonnie was the first one to react. Even though she was still under shock she did the motions without thinking and went to get Damon a glass of water.

The almost dead-dead vampire was still confused. Why did his lips tingle? This feeling … it was what he'd always imagined Elena's kiss would feel. The feeling he'd hoped for when he'd kissed Katherine, that bitch, believing it to be Elena.

Right before he returned to the living dead he'd felt something strange. First, there had been a feeling like a fly was annoying him. And then, the most incredible feeling followed soon after.

Did this mean that Elena had kissed him? And he did MISS IT? And what was that mosquito bite before the kiss? Oh god, please, don't let it have been Stefan! Please, don't let it have been a kiss from his brother! For Damon, there was a higher possibility that his brother would kiss him than the little witch.

Before he could ponder more about it Bonnie returned with a glass of water to his bedside. Honestly, he would've preferred a cup of warm blood but he couldn't ask for everything – at least not right now.

After he took a big gulp of the water he had to ask once more. "What happened?"

Suddenly, the witch took a few steps back away from his bed. Weird. Or not that weird; it was Bonnie after all. She couldn't stand him. She barely tolerated him on her best day. Most of the time she treated him like he was a bug that annoyed her.

A thought hit him like a sledgehammer. Like a bug that annoyed her? A mosquito? Did she kiss him? Did Bonnie Bennett kiss him? But why? Had it been a farewell kiss? Again, why?

Stefan was the first one to get his bearings back. "Bonnie. She found a cure in one of the grimoires."

What? There was a cure for a werewolf bite? Why didn't she say something when it was Rose who lay there dying?

"I found it in one of the Martin ones." Bonnie spoke in a small voice. She still couldn't wrap her head around the possible meaning of this whole ordeal.

The little witch seemed strange to Damon. Where was her judging self? Where was her sass? Where was that fierceness which was the only reason she starred a few times in the before mentioned dreams. Ah well, and her body. Whom am I kidding? Now, she seemed timid, afraid and unsure. Coward.

"What spell?" He wanted to know why everyone was acting this weird. Hell, Elena hasn't said a single word! Damon didn't get it and he hated it when he didn't know everything,

"Not a spell …" Stefan begun but was immediately interrupted by Bonnie.

"Doesn't matter. Be thankful you're alive. Or as alive as you'll ever be."

There was some of Bonnie's usual self but something was still off. He just knew it.

One glance at his little witch – the little witch, not his, never his – one glance at the little witch told him, however, that she wouldn't say anything more on the subject. Nevertheless, he would get his answers. Damon was sure about that! He was Damon Salvatore and he always got what he wanted.

After a few more seconds his dense brother snapped out of whatever dream he'd been under and went to the kitchen. Opposed to Bonnie, Stefan went to the fridge taking out a blood bag and a cup off the board over the sink and put it into the microwave. A vampire needed blood to heal and to get his strength back.

As the younger brother reached the stairs Bonnie came towards him completely lost in her own thoughts.

"Bonnie. Where are you going?" A perplexed Stefan inquired. Shaking her head Bonnie, found her way back into reality.

"Home. Damon is awake and cured. I've done my responsibility. I'm not needed any further. Now, I'm off to my house and into my bed, sleeping."

The teenage witch couldn't take it anymore. Was it possible? Was she Damon's true love? Just thinking about it felt wrong.

Why?

That one word emerged uninvited to the front of her mind.

You don't care!

Another part of her mind contradicted itself. No matter the truth, she didn't want to think about it or the possibility of it.

But if it was true and I am Damon's … oh goddess, I can't even say it in my mind … that would explain the feelings I've gotten when I kissed him – no, not kissed him – when I fell on his lips. Urgh! That doesn't sound any better. I seem to be silly and naive when I put it like that. Guess the warning wasn't as stupid as I believed it to be.

No! We're talking about Damon and me! And even though we're getting along nowadays doesn't mean we're friends or anything more. This can't be true. Why do I even think about this?

But it would explain the feelings she got when kissing an unconscious, unresponsive, dead body. Not that dead bodies should ever come alive. What she'd felt hadn't been sparks – kissing a dead body and feeling sparks would truly disturb her and she would have to question her sanity – but it had been … she didn't know what it had been. All she knew was that the felling she'd gotten was a great feeling.

This didn't mean she would admit to anything. And the less the psychotic vampire – yeah Bonnie, that's the way you have to think about Damon. Not his soft but firm lips, his intense blue eyes and the amazing body you felt as you landed on him – the less the psychotic vampire knew about the magic and its meaning the better. He loved Elena and disliked her – at least most of the time.

As fast as she'd arrived at the Boarding House she was at her home again. The witch was exhausted, however sleep wouldn't come. It was midnight when she fell asleep at last.