A/N: Thank you again to everyone who reviewed and put my story or me on alert or to their favorites. It means a lot to me.

Special thanks to my beta XCastielXNovakX. I'm waiting for an update of at least one of your GG stories. 0:)

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries nor Disney nor anything you might recognize and probably a few things you don't recognize. I'm just correcting a few plot errors in the VD show.

Without further ado - on with the story. Enjoy reading!

Chapter 5

Something was making a noise. First, it wasn't loud. It sounded like a woman was walking across the street on high heels. The sleeping witch needed a few moments to fully awake. In the meantime the noise got louder like someone was lumbering.

Angry Bonnie stood up. Aggravated, she realized someone was knocking on her shutter. "What the fuck?" Doesn't whoever is out there know that you shouldn't disturb a witch? Least of all an exhausted teenage witch who didn't sleep the last couple of nights?

Furious, Bonnie went to her window prepared to kill anyone who dared to interrupt her peacefulness.

To her surprise the one with a death wish was no one else but Damon Salvatore. I should've known. No one else pays a visit to anyone in the middle of the night. With a great push Bonnie opened her window almost succeeding in throwing the vampire off her windowsill. Pissed, Damon snarled at her. He wasn't even fully recovered yet and the witch was trying to kill him once again. Why didn't she just let the curse finish its purpose?

"You know, I came over to thank you. But now, you tried to kill me once again." Damon informed the little witch. All she could do was to roll her eyes. Does he believe the shit he is selling?

"Stop being a baby. Man up." Bonnie smirked. There were few ways to make Damon furious. Mentioning the "threesome" between him, his brother and Elena was Caroline's way; the witch preferred attacking his manhood. Most of the time however, the vampire countered. Not so this night.

The witch got a guilty conscience. Until a few hours ago he had been dying and here she was putting him down. "What do you want?" she asked once more. This time Bonnie tried to be nice. However, the witch dreaded what was next. She didn't want Damon to find out about the possible truth of the spell. It didn't matter anyway.

Damon was skeptical. He didn't trust the sudden change of Bonnie's attitude. With a shrug he decided to let it go. There still were a lot of questions he needed answers to and the little witch was the one who could enlighten the dark. She was the one who did the spell, was she not? So, it's her obligation to tell me what she did. The vampire thought, impatient as ever.

"How did you do it?, demanded the creep on her windowsill.

"Thank you, Bonnie. I'm grateful you saved my life", Bonnie mocked him. "Why thank you Damon. You're welcome."

The vampire gritted his teeth. Why couldn't she be normal? Just once? "Thank you, Elphaba." He was glad she saved him. He just couldn't admit it. Not without a little gibe.

Now, it was Bonnie's turn to grit her teeth. However, she, too, decided to let it slide. "Damon, get to the point. It's the middle of the night and I'm tired. Someone was awake the several last nights and days looking for a cure to save your ass." Her voice was suddenly very weak.

To his surprise he got a strange feeling in his gut. It almost felt like guilt. But that couldn't be it. He was Damon Salvatore – he never felt guilt or regret. At least he tried to convince himself. "How?"

"What?" Bonnie was confused. What was he talking about now?

"How? How did you do it?" Bonnie didn't want to face the truth – or the possibility of it being the truth. This will only convince his assumptions about witches: we are nuts!

"I don't know what you're talking about. How did I do what?" Best to play it safe – play dumb.

"Don't pull a Caroline on me. The dumb-blond-act suits her a lot better than you."

Was that a compliment or an insult? Probably a bit of both. Coming from Damon she decided to take it as a compliment. "Ähm... thank you?"

"Don't feel too flattered. Just tell me how you did it. How did you save me? And why? You hate me."

There wasn't a lot she could do. Should she tell him? Or just be a jerk to him and close the window right in front of his nose? Knowing Damon he would just knock on her window until she would stop ignoring him. With a sigh and a sickening feeling in her guts she spoke the words she'd never believed she'd say. "Come in, hom..." Bonnie interrupted herself. Her name calling Damon "homicidal vampire" was a risk she didn't want to take. Would the restricting spell know she meant Damon and him alone? Or would any homicidal vampire be able to enter her home?

"Come in, Damon." One homicidal vampire and two vampire friends were enough of the creatures of the night to enter her home whenever they wished to.

For a moment Damon was taken aback. After all the times he tried to persuade her to invite him into her home she did it now? All on her own? Without any persuasion whatsoever? He knew something was wrong!

Hesitantly, the vampire entered the witch's house. When he was inside he stilled waiting for something bad to happen. Suspicious as he was after all his life lessons he was expecting a trap. Nothing happened. Weird.

"You know, you can take a seat. You don't have to remain standing over there", the witch offered seeing how worn he looked. Though he suspected vervain drenched pillows and sheets the vampire sat down on the only seating possibility: Bonnie's bed.

Again he was surprised when nothing happened. Something was definitely off.

The few words Bonnie had offered to him where all she'd said. Glancing over to her, Damon saw the little witch fidgeting with her hands and fingers.

"So... how did you do it? How did you save me? There isn't a single spell out there which could cure a werewolf bite. I looked for one, searched for any possible way to save Rose. But there wasn't one! So, how did you do it? And why me? And not her? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ROSE?"

Even though Bonnie had hated Damon for a long time she didn't want to see him this desperate.

"Firstly, I didn't know about Rose. The first time someone told me about her – beside the kidnapping Elena part – was after her death. Elena told me her story. Secondly, the minute I was told about a werewolf bite and its deadly consequence for vampires I looked for a cure in all grimoires in my possession. Including Emily's. I looked several weeks for a cure just in case something was going to happen to Caroline or Stefan. So don't come here and blame it all on me!" In the beginning Bonnie started with a low, anguish voice but – like it always was with her and Damon – she talked herself into a frenzy. Both were good at blaming the other one – even though they had acknowledged their alliance and some kind of strange friendship.

And the Oscar goes to... Bonnie Bennett for dodging the question again and again. "How. Did. You. Do. It? How did you cure me? How did you save me?" The vampire spoke slowly as if he were talking to a three year old.

Damon's intense stare intimidated Bonnie for the first time in a very long while. "It wasn't a spell," the girl murmured.

"What?" Damon was confused. Just then he was talking himself into a frenzy and suddenly the little witch took all the energy out of his rant and the whole conversation? What was going on? He hadn't heard Bonnie speak in such a small voice ever since … Hmm, it must have been the night of Sheila's death.

"It wasn't a spell." Bonnie repeated. This time even a normal human would have been able to hear her.

"But who saved me if it wasn't you?"

"It was me. At least I think so." Her voice was timid again.

"What? You've just said it wasn't magic..." After over one and a half century of living he could still get confused. "Why am I surprised anyway? A witch – a Bennett witch at that – who doesn't make any sense? What else is new?" Damon couldn't help but remark.

"I said that it wasn't a spell. But it was magic nonetheless. It was … is ..." Bonnie didn't know how she could tell Damon the whole story and what it meant. What should she do?

Stop whining. Act like the powerful witch you are and just tell him. Yeah, that will go great. 'Hey Damon, by the way, the love of your life isn't truly the love of your life. I'm your soul mate. Surprise.' Very likely.

However, Bonnie knew Damon had a right to know the truth about the magic which saved his life. And for once it did feel good to be something Princess Elena wasn't.

"I've found a story about a special kind of magic. And though it was very unlikely that it would work out we had nothing left to lose. So, I went to the Boarding House and told Stefan and Elena about the magic." Bonnie didn't even notice that she'd included herself to those people who had nothing left to lose.

"None of us really believed it would work. But Stefan didn't want to lose you so he did everything necessary to save your life."

Suddenly the witch changed her approach and Damon started to get annoyed once again.

"You know those Disney fairy tales? Where everything can be changed and rescued due to the so called 'true love's kiss'?" Nervously Bonnie waited for Damon to answer. When he nodded she continued.

"In one of the Martin's grimoires there was this story that those fairy tales aren't just fairy tales. That the magic of a 'true love's kiss' can save a person from the worst injuries. To everyone's surprise it worked. And here we are."

Damon was speechless. For the first time in a long while he didn't know what to say. The witch was kidding him. Disney as reality? Barbie vamp would love to hear that. She did already believe she was a Disney princess.

However, what reason would the little witch have to lie to him? Sure, she couldn't stand him but then, she didn't need to save him. And before the bite they started to get along. So what was the purpose?

"Say, I'd believe you … Who kissed me?" With a jolt Damon got an idea. "Oh please, don't tell me it was Stefan."

His outburst was typical Damon, Bonnie couldn't help herself but laugh.

"What's so funny about my brother kissing me?"

"Calm down, Damon. And even your fate isn't that gruesome that your soul mate would turn out to be your brother..."

"Who was it then?"

There goes nothing. The Bennett witch had hoped she could skip this part of the story. He was alive, wasn't that enough?

"After I found out about the magic I went to the Boarding House. And though I didn't believe it myself, I told Stefan and Elena about it. As expected they were skeptical. Elena even more so than Stefan, he was just desperate.

"I thought after all your sapping about Elena and following her around like a lost puppy we could try it with her. She should kiss and therefore save you. She didn't want to do it. She didn't want to deceive Stefan. But he told her in no uncertain terms she should do it. All he cared about at that moment was your life.

"So, she went to your side and kissed you on the lips. Nothing happened. Her lips lingered for a few seconds but nevertheless, nothing. Stefan and I were curious, we couldn't believe that nothing was happening. Without noticing we got closer to the bed."

Now came the hard part. He would laugh about her next words. He would laugh about her. Nervously, Bonnie wrung her hands.

"Somehow I got myself tangled in the blanket. Before anyone could react I was stumbling and falling in your direction. It was just my luck I fell right on your lips. When I righted myself up again you started to rise."

Everything was said and done. Bonnie just hoped Damon would leave it at that. He knew the story (at least the important parts – her fight with Elena wasn't important for his story) and all Bonnie wanted to do now was to be ignorant or pretend to be ignorant and don't care about the possible consequences.

Damon was shocked. Elena kissed him? Okay, it wasn't like he didn't know that she wanted to (Elena was the one ignoring her feelings for him). His brother made his own girlfriend kiss him? Weird, but Stefan has always been one for family. What Damon couldn't comprehend was Bonnie's kiss or whatever it was. Why was she curious if he rose in the first place?

It was all too much to handle. Without further words he nodded to Bonnie and vanished.

With a sigh the witch closed her window and went back to bed. After all that had happened that day she was exhausted. And telling Damon about it didn't do anything for her energy.

Seconds later Bonnie fell in a deep slumber.