Heyzies! I am BACK BABY! Hahaha, sorry about that, I have no idea what that random outburst was for. You know, I am dying of thirst, but I can't drink/eat anything! WAH! :( I'll tell you now, spare the details and questions. I'm fasting. Anywayz, sorry that it's so short, I noticed a lot are, but at the end my mind stopped giving me ideas and completely shut down on my writers/creative side because I am mentally drained. None the less, enjoy! :)

"What is it now Damon?" Bonnie asked the dark eyed vampire. He smiled and paced around her bedroom. Bonnie quickly glanced at the closed door while he turned his back on her. She was weighing her options. Should she dive for the door? Or should she just wait it out, hoping he would just drop it and leave? Right now, though, her mind was tilting to option one.

"Oh, cara," Damon drawled, putting his hand down on her desk. She didn't dare look away from his face. "You wound me so with your direct forwardness."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. (A/N: This is random, but my neck hurts SO MUCH! I'm so sad, it hurts every time I try to move it... On with the story!) She stood up and faced him squarely.

"What do you want Damon?" she said viciously. Again, he smiled at her, taking a step towards her. She had to resist the strong urge to take one back.

"Hm," he said, pretending to ponder over the answer for a reason. Bonnie could feel her fear increasing as the seconds ticked by. Now she didn't have enough courage left in her, so when Damon took another step towards her, she took one back. His smile seemed to grow a little, but Bonnie wasn't sure.

"Damon," Bonnie began, glad that she kept the shaking voice controlled. "Stay away from me."

"Oh, but Red," he drawled in a fake sweet tone again, and this time Bonnie was trapped. She felt the rough cold wall of her bedroom on her back, and Damon was now inches from her. She looked up into his eyes, praying with all she had that he wouldn't compel her. Luckily, he didn't.

He traced his knuckles against her cheek, and Bonnie had to hold in a shiver at his gentleness. Wait, she thought confusedly, gentleness? Since when was Damon gentle?

He twirled one of her curly red locks on his finger. He smirked down at her, and knew then that she was completely at his mercy. He chuckled, before he leaned down. Bonnie visible paled and stiffened. He leaned down until they were a centimeter apart and she could feel his cold breath on her lips, and just as he made her think he really was going to kiss her, he leaned his head to the right, leaning down further. Bonnie couldn't help but gasp.

Damon had his fangs on her neck, and was trailing them upward towards her face, then back down—fanged kisses. She felt the blood creep up to her face as he continued, and she felt like her legs were jelly. Bonnie was melting under his control. And he knew it.

Bonnie summoned up the most willpower she could, and put her hands on his leather jacket. She grabbed it with her fists, and Damon took the gesture as she wanted to kiss him full on the lips—but he was completely mistaken.

Bonnie pushed as hard as she could at his chest, and he fell back from the sheer shock of it. Bonnie was left on the wall, Damon staring wide-eyed at her, and she was panting. She couldn't calm her heart, and his eyes lingered at her throat for a minute, before disappearing into the night outside Bonnie's window. Bonnie stared at the window in shock. What had he done to her? She was beyond furious at his power over her, so she went to the window, knowing he was still somewhere there.

"Don't do that ever again." She whispered dangerously, staring out into the night, knowing he had heard her. Then she pulled her head back inside, shut the window and locked it, not wanting him back here. She knew better though, and shut the curtains tightly too. She huffed and went and flopped down to the bed. She remembered how his kisses had felt, and then her eyes snapped open, and she ran to the mirror. She checked her neck for any... Well, you know any proof that he had done what he did. She let out her breath when she saw her neck was completely fine.

She went back to her bed, and laid down, getting under the covers. She closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, and she couldn't control that her mind wanted to fantasize over a certain dark haired, dark eyed vampire named Damon Salvatore, and how he got under her skin in two ways. One in hatred and disgust, the other was still unknown to Bonnie, but it made her heart flutter and her mind melt under his touch.

What is going on? Bonnie thought to herself as the dream carried her away, and into a wonderful dream world where all was forgotten. Temporarily, that is.

Haha, didn't you love that? Oh, and if you don't understand the '... checked for any... Well, you know any proof that he had done what he did.' part, it's that she was checking to make sure there were no hickeys or something, so she wouldn't have to tell anyone if they asked. Just said it right out, thank the Goddess. OH! IMPORTANT NOTICE:

I am going to write a short story about one of VD characters flipping channels on TV, and found... *DRUM ROLL* the season finale of Vampire Diaries show. So they watch it, and end up wanting to see the episode so badly, and I'm not sure since I don't remember a lot of the episode since it was LAST YEAR and the director made me wait FOREVER, so I might make another chapter about the character(haven't decided on who to use yet though) actually watching the season finale. And maybe occasionally I'll make random fics about the eps with Katherine in season two.

Please review, I'm sorry it's so short. :D