A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews and especially the questions. They let me know what to add to upcoming chapters. I had to write this like five times before it stuck, although I'm still on the fence about this one. But hard part over, now we can see more Bamon. And to note, so this isn't a problem in the future. Lucy is full Italian in this story, though I still imagine her to have a slight tan. Elena and Jeremy are not related and we will see another couple of VD characters being added.

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Chapter 3: Disturbances

Damon clad in his black onyx leather jacket sat patiently in his BMW as he continued to stare at the house. It was large for just one person, though he noticed all the lights were off and no cars were parked in the half curved driveway. Again, he glanced down at his wristwatch. Another thirty minutes had went by. He sat for nearly an hour and a half, just to return some wallet when he could have just mail it. If he asked himself then surely he wouldn't have a response. Maybe it was because he wanted to see her again, that way he wouldn't be lying. Damon stared at the picture in the wallet one last time before closing it shut.

A pair- or should he say one bright head light came into view. He recognized the silver Prius right away. Apparently she still hadn't gotten her vehicle fixed unlike him who took it to the shop the next day. When she pulled into the driveway, Damon was already out of his car stalking over to her. She wore a salmon floral knee-length dress, covered by a medium jean jacket and a pair of sandals. Her soft textured deep waves were let loose as the uproar of wind captured them in embrace.

Bonnie closed the door to her car and began making her way around to the front door. Though the sound of a crunching leaf caught her attention, causing her to look over quickly. Her eyes went wide when she met the near translucent aqua eyes from a couple of nights ago. Damon stopped just short of catching a case. He wouldn't say how beautiful he thought she looked, or that for the first time in a long time he was unable to speak.

"Are you following me?" She asked, now shooting him an incredulous look.

And still he was unable to answer her until she started to whirl around him to the walk way. Unsure of what to do he quickly followed into pursuit.

"I'll scream." She warned. And suddenly he found his former self.

"I might actually like that."He grinned. By the time she had already reached the front door, fumbling though her keys, "Hey, c'mon" Damon dug in his pocket and Bonnie turned back just in time. "I just wanted to give you this."

The front door was opened yet she glanced down at his hand. She relaxed, as she expected him to pull out a weapon, or a cloth and asked if it smelt like chloroform. It was her wallet, the one she thought she left in her work locker. Bonnie smiled sweetly at him when he held out the wallet, which she gladly took.

"Thank you so much. Losing this was the-"

"Last thing you needed" He finished for her.

Bonnie simply nodded and swallowed hard, still deciding if she should invite him in or not. "Would you... like to come in?" Though she didn't sound sure of herself, he still intimidated her on some level. Bonnie didn't even know why she was inviting him in, just because he returned her wallet. Of course she could just offer him a drink and send him on his merry way.

His electric steel-blue eyes captured her deep green hues for what seemed like minutes. 'No, Damon. Just turn around and walk away... You've done what you came here for now, leave!' His conscience told him one thing but his lips said another.

"Sure."

Again she smiled and pushed the door open and stepped to side to allow him entrance. Damon watched her as he stepped over the threshold and into her home. He immediately noticed the house didn't look like that of a teenagers. Instead it was very modern, clean and all the pieces seemed to go. What he didn't know was that the house came furnished when the gang moved in. And to avoid fighting over designing, they all decided to leave it as is. Though there was something they added, the 72' Flat screen- compliments of Tyler. And the photographs Bonnie kept in her collection.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Temporarily in la-la land, Damon turned back to her and nodded. "Something strong."

"Okay, I'll see what we have. Sit down if you like."

He watched her leave to presumably the kitchen, leaving him to observe. One of the pictures on the wall caught his attention. It was a picture of a beach, during the sunset. The orange skies meshed along the cobalt waves of the water. Though what caught his attention was the figure standing in the middle, it was just a darkened figured but he knew it was a man. And on either side were two small children who all linked together by their hands. In retrospect, the figures had no identity but he liked that because he could almost relate to it.

"Here you are... all I could find was scotch" Bonnie held out the crystalized cup. She noticed he was staring at one of her photographs that everyone insisted she hung up. "You like this one?"

Damon took a hefty gulp and glanced over to Bonnie. "I do. Reminds me of something."

"Oh. I took this almost a year ago when we first moved here. Caroline and Tyler convinced me to put it up... actually they convinced me to put everything up." Bonnie added, while motioning to the other images scattered around the room. "But this is one of my favorites. The man was nice enough to let me take a photo of his family... At first I didn't like that you couldn't see their faces. I don't know, guess it just grew on me. And the best part, I didn't even have to edit."

Damon took a small sip of his beverage, obviously trying to prolong its lifespan. He found her passion in photography to be interesting. It also made him wonder why he never had a hobby of some sorts, something that he was really good at besides bedding women. Though he didn't want to make a big deal of it, he decided to play it simple. "Caroline and Tyler? Your parents?"

Bonnie laughed and shook her head. "I wish. Their my roommates. I have four actually."

He glanced towards the darkened steps, "Everyone sleeping?"

"No, Spring Break. Their in Long Beach."

Damon inwardly scoffed. How stupid did she have to be to tell him she was practically home by herself for a week. He could have been a crazy...well he could have been a serial killer. It would be easy after all, knowing all of her information and such. "And you stayed behind." He stated although it was meant to be a question.

Bonnie sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't get time off from work."

Damon downed the rest of his drink and sat it down on a nearby stand table. In the process he brushed against Bonnie who moved back against the wall to give him room.

"Bummer. You're here, all alone for the week." Damon took a step closer to her as he glanced down the length of her delicate body. He especially paid attention to the way her collarbone made her appear even more feminine. Slowly Damon let his diaphanous orbs nearly devour her mouth. He wondered what they tasted like, what they felt like. Subconsciously he placed both hands on either side of her head effectively cornering her. He wanted her to know what she did too him the other night, wanted her to know what a mess he made because of her.

"I know how to keep myself busy." Bonnie pressed herself harder into the wall as Damon practically eye-fucked her. She wouldn't deny he was handsome, and if she wasn't still a virgin then she might have easily gave in or so she thought. She just wasn't that type a girl, and one might think after inviting a strange man into your home - what else was going to happen? Though Bonnie felt a little apprehended about puting a stop to whatever was about to take place possibly because she maybe wanted to have a little fun. It didn't have to go any further than she wanted yet she still needed to keep herself busy for the week, right? Besides, Caroline would kill her if she knew someone as hot as he was in their home and Bonnie didn't even kiss him.

"Yeah, maybe you could show me how..." Damon leaned forward, their faces only inches apart. Bonnie could fill his breath strumming along her lips. Because of the height difference, she had to crane her neck just to meet his gaze. "You keep yourself busy." Just as he dipped down a bit further to capture her lips the door bell rang.

Ding Dong!

Bonnie pulled herself back and glanced at the door. Damon groaned, as he lowered his hands and stepped to the side.

"Excuse me." She slid passed him and headed oer to the door. Expecting to find either Rebekah or Vicky before they headed to Long Beach. Bonnie opened the door and a surprised look crossed her features.

"Stefan?"

Stefan smiled at Bonnie until his wavering gaze found someone familiar. "Damon?"

Damon wanted to gut Stefan for interrupting what sure to be a good night for both of them. "Stefan." He smirked as he watched his little brother become bothered by his presence.

Bonnie stepped aside and ushered the sandy-haired guy inside. "You two know each other?" She asked curiously after turning back to Damon, who spoke up first.

"Yep, me and St. Stefan are brothers... fortunately." He wriggled his brows for good measure.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Stefan asked as he waved his finger back and forth.

"We ju-"

"Ran into each other, quite literally." Damon interrupted Bonnie who was probably going to give him the full story. He knew it would piss Stefan off if he acted so vague, so he did just that. "And you, classmates I suppose."

"Actually, Stefan is dating my best friend and roommate." Bonnie smiled at the thought of them because they looked so great together. And because she knew Elena really liked him.

"Oh, you got over 'her' quick, brother."

Stefan shot Damon what most would call a 'shut the fuck up before I kill you' look. "Yeah, well not as quick as you. I mean what girl is it tonight? Rose, or that Russian from the other night."

Silence quickly fell on threesome as Bonnie caught onto Stefan's remark. Was he trying to say that Damon was just some playboy looking for his next notch. She briefly looked over to Damon who stared daggers at Stefan. What the hell was Stefan trying to do anyway? The way this conversation was going, he was never going to see how the college girl kept herself busy.

Bonnie could practically feel the tension clouding the air around her which is why she spoke up. "So, what brings you by Stefan?"

"Oh, right. I thought Elena wasn't leaving until tomorrow? I tried to call but her phone goes straight to voicemail."

"No, they left this morning to avoid all the late traffic. I could give Caroline a call and have her to tell Elena." Bonnie said, though she noticed Stefan was too busy engrossing in a brotherly stare down with Damon.

"Thanks, that would be great. Uh, Damon you wouldn't mind giving me a ride home. I caught a cab here."

'Then take a cab back'

Is what he wanted to say. "Of course, brother." Damon gritted, clearly not amused at all as his jaw ticked.

"Thanks, I'll wait outside then. Nice seeing you Bonnie. Have a good night." The two hugged momentarily before Stefan pulled back and headed towards the front door. Leaving Bonnie and Damon in an uncomfortable silence.

He couldn't wait to throttle Stefan for his little disturbance. And then asking for a ride and deciding when they had to leave.

"Well, you don't wanna' keep him waiting."Bonnie smiled softly despite staring at Damon's bothered face.

He nodded as he began stepping over to the door. "Oh right. I noticed you haven't gotten your car fixed yet."

"Yeah... It turns out my insurance isn't all that good. They don't cover hit and runs."

"I see... how about this. Considering it's my fault in the first place, why don't I have a friend of min-"

Bonnie caught Damon off swiftly "No, you don't have to do that. I should have paid more attention. And get better insurance."

"No, no, no, no. Look, trust me when I say it was my fault. A good friend of mine who owns a garage near Beverly Hills owes me a couple of favors anyway." Damon reached in his pocket and pulled out an old receipt. "You gotta pen?"

She grabbed one from the coffee table and handed it to him.

"So when you get tired of driving around Crunch... you give me a call." Damon's lop-sided grin was in place as he handed her the pen and paper. Bonnie took the paper, smiled and lead him over to the door. When Damon stepped over the threshold she reached for his arm.

"Thanks again for returning my wallet, Damon. I really appreciate it."

Damon nodded. "Goodnight Bonnie."

...

As soon as Bonnie shut the door Damon angrily glared at Stefan.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Stefan asked, a hint of hostility laced through his words.

"Well, when a man finds a woman attractive he usually ha-"

"Just stay away from her Damon. Bonnie's a good girl and she doesn't need guys like you roaming around."

Damon feigned a look of innocence. "A guy like me. Stefan, I'm offended." He placed a pale hand over his heart and furrowed his brows.

"Look, all I'm saying is Bonnie doesn't deserve to be another one of your conquests. It isn't fair. So why don't you just do what you do best and go prey on the money hungry sluts at the country club that you usually hook up with. And leave Bonnie alone." And with that Stefan turned on his heels and left for the car.

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe I...like her!" Damon shouted to Stefan before following after him. He glanced back at the house and saw an upstairs light come on. Was he really capable of just liking someone...

...

After dropping Stefan off at the dorms, Damon drove back to the 'slums' of Beverly Hills. As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed a familiar black Nissan Altima parked next to Lucy's Range Rover. Standing next to it was none other than the last person he'd ever expect to see tonight. Talk about disturbances.

"Katherine." He spat.

She waved at him even though he still firmly placed in the car. Upon exiting his car, Damon made a face of disgust before attempting to walk straight pass her.

"Damon..."

He stopped of course and turned in her wake. "Why are you even here?" Damon snapped, completely aware of the malicious face he was making. Eyes bulging, heartbeat practically through his chest.

Katherine folded her arms up to her chest, and sighed heavily. "Things didn't really end like I wanted, Damon. I should have never left."

"No you did the right thing by leaving. You honestly think I'd want to be with someone as 'selfish' at you." Now he was livid, his voice lowering at least three octaves.

"It was for the best... I only did it for u-"

"You did it for yourself. You killed our baby for yourself! I never wanted you to get the abortion but you did it anyway!" Damon had to take a deep breath to keep from throttling Katherine. "Don't come around here anymore...goodbye Katherine." He straightened himself up and casually strolled away towards the door.

"Damon, please." But her pleas fell on deaf ears, Damon was already closing the front door behind him. Katherine still loved Damon and for all she knew so did he. He never actually said he no longer loved her, but she knew she hurt him really bad after the abortion. A baby just wasn't in her best interest, it certainly wasn't for Damon either.

They had been together for a year and a half. The relationship was perfect until she got knocked up. Unlike her, Damon wanted to keep the child, but it was just too much for her to handle. Though there was another reason - she got accepted into Yale. The school of her dreams, and a baby just wouldn't fit into her life at the time. So, finally she had the procedure done. Katherine had never seen Damon so angry but she had to leave. Not just to avoid Damon's wrath, also because she had to transfer during the Fall.

That was nearly two years ago, now being finish with school and finding work here in California she wanted another shot with Damon. If a child came along then surely she could fit he or she into her world now. But little did Damon know, Katherine wasn't done. She wouldn't be done until she had him. After reminding him of all their good times together then she knew he would take her back. It would just take some time.

"This isn't over." Katherine marched over to the driver's side and peeled out of the Salvatore household.

...

The Next day.

Bonnie arrived at the University early the next day. Like many others who weren't leaving for Spring Break she decided to take one of the available photography class that she still needed for her general ed classes. It lasted roughly six weeks. And because it started early, she would get an extra week off after class ended.

She sported a strapless coral Rapscallion romper and sandals while her Kodak EasyShare Z5010 Camera slung around her neck. When she entered the class, Bonnie noticed there were about fifteen students already there. So, she took a seat towards the back next to a familiar looking brunette. Carefully she placed her brown leatherette bag on the floor and placed her camera on her desk. At second glance it seemed like only her and the brunette brought their cameras.

"Hi, I'm Hayley. What's your name?"

Bonnie turned over and smiled at the young woman. "Bonnie, I have you for professor Shane right?"

"History of Film? Yeah, I thought I recognized you. Shouldn't you be enjoying break."

"I wish. Work."

"I feel you there...so I guess we're the only ones who got the memo." She motioned towards the camera.

"First day misunderstandings, I di-" Bonnie stopped mid sentence when the door opened. It was 9:00 a.m so she figured it to be the professor.

In waltzed a young woman with long auburn hair who looked no older than twenty-four. She carried a briefcase and set it on the table. Making it pretty apparent that she was their professor. The woman picked up a marker and began writing on the dry erase board.

"Hello everyone. My name is Katherine Peirce. But please call me Katherine."

Bonnie couldn't believe how closely she resembled Elena. There were just a few slight differences but besides that the two could surely be twins. It ruptured Bonnie because she kept thinking it was her best friend teaching the class. Though all she did was smile and paid close attention to the teacher's instructions.

...

By the end of the class, Bonnie had learned that their assignments were going to be based on their level of creativity which was no problem for her. And exchanged numbers with Hayley. As for the first assigned project, was a traditional portrait. Though none of her roommates or friends were around to help for that. She huffed as she approached her half eaten vehicle. It did look like a 'crunch', not to mention the stares she would get from it. Bonnie could only imagine what people thought, either she couldn't drive, or maybe she drove under the influence.

But something went off in her head, a lightbulb maybe. She could kill two birds with one stone if her plan worked out. With that Bonnie smiled while fishing out her phone from her bag.