A/N: I am so sorry for taking months to update!

Right before Christmas one of those 'skip this ad'-ads was infected with a Trojan virus and I managed to infect my computer twice in just one week. The first one I managed to handle on my own but the second time I had to reinstall my whole operating system and everything. (I probably don't need to add that it didn't work as it should have.)

Writing my thesis I couldn't risk to harm my computer once more and to lose all my studies.

Now, I'm hopefully back (Please let the virus be gone!) and I hope I haven't lost all of my readers.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed, put my story or me on alert or to their favorites. They mean a lot to me. Sorry, that I didn't answer everyone personally.

And thanks again to my beta XCastielXNovakX who read the whole story in one go and sent it back immediately.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries or Disney nor anything you might recognize.

Enjoy reading.

Chapter 6

Was it true? Was this whole story true? Or did the witch lie about the 'true love's kiss'? However, he was alive, wasn't he? Was it real? Or am I still laying in my bed in a delirium? But why would I be fantasizing about Bonnie kissing me? She was hot – no doubt there – but wouldn't he be fantasizing about a hot make out session with Elena in the least?

For now, Damon decided to believe the story Bonnie'd told him. He had no reason not to.

But what did that mean then? And weren't there always consequences with magic? What were they?

Another thought fought its way upfront in Damon's mind. When Elena'd kissed him first but he hadn't moved but after Bonnie's kiss he'd been alive again – what did that mean? Was Bonnie his soul mate? Nah, that 's not possible. Not ever. The magic had probably needed time to work. It had been a coincidence that he'd started to stir when Bonnie's lips had met his. That was it. There was nothing more to it.

A feeling of skepticism kept gnawing on his consciousness.

He remembered the strange feeling when he'd first woken up after his almost death. There'd been two sensations. One of a mosquito bite and one of a great kiss. Was the kiss Elena? Or was it Bonnie? If it was Elena who was the Mosquito bite? It couldn't be Bonnie. She kissed me after Elena. Huh, never thought I would ever say that. Bonnie Bennett kissed me.

With every thought passing his mind Damon could less and less ignore the obvious – at least to his conclusions. Elena had been the Mosquito bite (who'd thought that?) and Bonnie Bennett had been the perfect sensation he woke up to.

Groaning Damon hid his head under his pillow. How can that be true? To his astonishment he realized he wasn't shocked that Bonnie could be his .. nah, he didn't believe in 'soul mates' … he wasn't shocked Bonnie had the hots for him and to be honest Bonnie is fi-ine. Though his main focus had been on Elena, he couldn't deny that the current Bennett witch was attractive. And on the few occasions they didn't fight – though he must admit the passion and temperament were a huge part of her charm – they connected. To his dismay he had to acknowledge that they were similar in a lot of things.

There had to be a reason why she took part in quite a few of his dreams. She even started to star in most of them recently.

Grudgingly the vampire had to admit – at least to himself – that he was attracted to the witch. Uhh, what had his life come to?

But honestly, who else could do all those things to him she took the right to do and still live to tell the tale?

Challenge him 24/7? Make him seem to be the bad guy in front of Elena? Not following him as if he were a rock star? Those god awful aneurisms? Setting him on fire? Trying to kill him? SAUNTER AROUND TOWN WITH EMO GILBERT?

Why the last thing bothered him the most he didn't know – or didn't want to know. However, his realizations only seconds before gave him a good idea as to why.

Damon Salvatore – the eternal stud. That's how he wanted to be seen.

Then why had he turned into Damon Salvatore – the unlucky one in love? The moron in love? Why couldn't he be the happy one for once?

He was becoming a wimp. What was wrong with him? The only way to change anything was to confront his problems. Damon Salvatore had never been someone to hide and run away. He was one for actions. Words were his brother's strength.

He needed to speak with Bonnie.

One glance at his clock, however, told him their talk needed to wait until tomorrow. His little witch hadn't been happy when he'd visited her at 2 am he could only imagine how she would react if he showed up at 4.35 am. She would finish the job the werewolf bite hadn't. No doubts there.

Somehow this thought was like a punch in his guts and a huge turn-on at the same time. It was hot that she was fierce and didn't back down just like everyone else. On the other hand it hurt him to know that she wouldn't hesitate to wound him seriously.

Damon was furious with himself. Why had he needed to analyze everything including all those little details he tried to ignore? Hell, he even had managed to ignore them for the most part at the 60ies dance. After his realization he wasn't able to anymore.

Frustrated, Damon fell back on his pillow. Not long and sleep overcame him.