I have a lot to apologise to you guys about, I've been getting some PM's off some unhappy fans about the delays in updates. I'd like to apologise, it's just I've had some trouble with my friends, family and school. I kind of lost my inspiration for a moment, but don't worry I'm back on board.

I'm really sorry if I disappointed some of you guys with the delays... I don't mean to, and I'm also sorry because some of you said you felt mistreated? I do really respect you all and I'm extremely grateful for you guys for reading my stories? Otherwise why would I reply to every review?

Please do remember, I'm only fourteen, I have a lot of things going on right now, I'm kind of busy.

Sorry again, I do love you all though.

Bonnie Pov.

"But I don't understand what you mean, Bonnie! So somehow there was a force that stopped you from moving and this Michael just so happened to be there? Can you not explain any further?"

Stefan said, he was pacing, his hands pointing at me, looking irritated.

His tone seemed slightly harsh, and actually caused me to flinch.

Damon's eyebrows were knitted tightly together, as he sat down next to me, holding my hand gently, one arm wrapped around my shoulder. I leaned into him for support. He glared at Stefan.

"Bonnie, you don't understand, the situation is too risky, you need to explain fully. This could be yet another person who has picked up on Elena's power!"

He seemed stressed to the high heavens, as Stefan now took a seat next to the confused Elena.

"She understands perfectly well, Brother. Everything that has happened with Elena she has been here for. So I think you should calm down." Damon all but snapped.

They were not battling it out, brother on brother glares. As if a private conversation was going on between the two, Stefan now tore his eyes away from Damon.

"I've explained as much as I can, Stefan. I'm as confused as you are. I know one thing for sure, Michael, he is not a vampire, he is something different, but not a vampire."

The frustrasted Stefan was about to speak but was cut off. He was not cut off by myself, Damon or even Elena, but by Miss Flowers.

She wandered into the room silently, her velvet voice filled the air.

"Not to be a bother dear, or not to rudely listen in but I somewhat heard what you were speaking about, I think I know what you are trying to describe."

Everybody's heads shot towards her in sync, urging her to carry on.

"I think what you are dealing with petal, is something called a warlock."

By now Stefan and Damon were on their feet.

"A warlock?" I questioned.

"Yes, my dear, a warlock. Warlocks are very unusual things. Basically they are just the same as you and myself, witches but a male kind, with a small difference. As there are good witches, there is not a trace of soul or goodness in a warlock; they have the wickedest heart you are to come across. They use things such as shadows and fire and are known for summoning demons from the grave to use as minions. They drain the life from many enemies, causing them to die in the most sufferable way possible. Nasty things they are. For most of eternity a warlock will search for a mate, and I do not mean in a friendship type way. They seek out a beautiful partner with a pure heart, and turn them into vile, horrendous demons whose main goal in life would be to spill innocent blood. Warlocks do not just wish to kill human's though, anything with power, including witches, vampires, werewolves, they want in. Warlocks, foul creatures."

Miss Flowers was staring off into the distance, as if she had forgotten we were even there. Her eyes were iced over and far away, she was deep in thought.

"D-Damon? Michael, warlock? Is he, is he a warlock?" I just about choked out.

Damon turned towards me slowly, his eyes steady on the ground.

He shook his head slightly.

"No, no, I would have sensed it. I have never came across a warlock, heard legends of them, never came across one. Although, I still would have sensed it in your house..." He seemed unsure of himself; as if he was trying to convince himself that he was telling the truth.

I noticed Elena and Stefan exchanging glances, then silently they both glided out of the room hand in hand.

"Thank you, Miss Flowers." Was all Damon said.

She snapped completely out of her daze, gave a gentle nod and walked out the room.

With that I turned to the now quite Damon. He had taken a seat on the sofa opposite me. His hands were clenched in ball together, eyebrows cocked in a way that made the frown lines on his forehead increase.

Now worry really did begin to creep up on me...

"What, what is it..."

He shook his head vigorously.

"It's nothing, nothing at all."

He was hiding something, I think he is. In fact, I knew he was.

He crushed his lips to mine.

There was something different about the kiss, not the usual passion, but with sheer urgency. He held onto me as if to let go we would lose each other forever. The way his hands clutched onto my hips was no longer careful but now with such force it frightened me slightly. The fright turned into lust and I embraced it with open arms...

...

Damon Pov.

After distracting Bonnie with a couple of films, she had now fallen asleep in my arms on the boarding house sofa. Her hair sprawled over my chest, my arm wrapped around her delicate body, protectively.

I don't know what I would be without her. A unbreakable stone, with nothing to live for possibly? A masochistic maniac whose life was draining women for the fun of it, maybe?

Without Bonnie, I was nothing.

Sure, at times maybe I don't treat her like she ought to be treated, don't compliment her like she should be, or show how much I adore her like I ought to. I still love her. I know that for sure.

To lose Bonnie would be to lose myself. My brother might see me as a selfish, disgusting, low life, scum bag who will only break her heart, that's not how it is with me and Bonnie.

To be honest, I deserve everything I get from Stefan and the others. I'm not a good person. I don't deserve Bonnie, but I do know no warlock deserves her either.

It's slightly clear now, I do believe Michael is a warlock, yet I won't allow Bonnie to know that, will she be angry with me, yes, will she be safer, yes.

Bonnie began to squirm slightly, I held her closer. With a small sigh, she pressed her hand to my chest and smiled, still sleeping soundly.

Leaning down, I planted a kiss on her sweet red hair.

"I'll protect you, I promise." I whispered into her hair.

I felt myself drifting off into sleep...

I realise it was not the best chapter, but I'm coming out of my inspiration loss, I'll be doing quicker updates from now on.

And I do realise that there's now a warlock on the tv series, and I'm not copying, as Michael came into this story before the episode was released with any mention of a Warlock involved, aha.

Please do review, It would mean a lot to know not everybody is mad at me..

Much, much, much, much, love,

Charl

xxxxx