I guess all of you missed my rounds of Damon and Bonnie.

Thank you. It feels really good to be missed.

As promised here's today's edition. There's a little flashback featured in this one. There will be one in the next part also. Stay tuned…more to come

II. The Reason

Damon swerved to avoid the fist directed at his face. A left hook followed and he caught that with the hand not occupied with molesting the stem of his champagne flute. He took another sip; still looking pass the obviously irritated not quite groom to the girl he came home for. She was stunned silent. Her eyes locked on him and the chaos erupting around them. He still had the ability to surprise her, granted he was sure it would result in a vampire migraine or flambéed Salvatore on the plates of the guests, but he had Bonnie, right where he wanted her. He dropped his attacker's hand and took a step back.

"Try again little boy."

Jeremy was flustered, his face red, eyes enlarged, and a stream of glorious curse words that were sure to impress one Mr. Bennett leaving his lips.

Elena was the first to ask the question everyone was dying to know the answer to, "What are you doing here?"

"Leaving," Caroline gripped the back of his jacket and attempted to drag him from the elevated stage, but he refused to budge.

"I've got years and experience on you blondie."

Vampire Barbie gave up and joined a bewildered Elena beside Bonnie.

Jeremy lunged for him again, but this time, Stefan laced his arms beneath the prick's armpits and put him in a hold reminiscent of Rick Flair's glory days. Damon's amusement bubbled over, or maybe it was the champagne. It always went straight to his head. The room buzzed as the whispers grew louder and louder.

I heard she cheated on Jeremy with him…

Why would anyone pick Gilbert over a Salvatore…

Oh wait, that last thought had been his.

Poor little bitch looks like she's going to cry…

She's such a slut…

I never liked her; little miss goodie two shoes…

Damon knew if he could hear those words, Bonnie could feel the emotions that accompanied them; hatred and jealousy circulated in the air. She shook, her eyes glazed over, and finally she exploded.

The sound of the ice sculpture shattering into hundreds of pieces silenced everything, talk, blinking, and even breathing.

Petite Bonnie Bennett stood there, eyes filled with hatred, hands extended in front of her, as her chest rose and fell with the stress of her laborious breathes. The flames of the candles blazed and the energy in the room shifted. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention. He adored an angry Bonnie. She was sexy and dangerous in those moments. He fought the budding strain he felt in his pants. Now was not the time for that, they would have a private reunion later and he'd show her how much he missed her, how much her body needed him.

The whispers started again and Damon read the intentions in the frown that hung on her lips.

"Enough."

Silence reigned again. Her voice shook with the command. Her body trembled as she stepped forward. She shirked off the comforting touches of her friends, bypassed the arms of the man she was supposed to marry, until she reached him.

She studied his face for a long time, categorizing his features, beginning with his eyes, nose, cheek bones, and finally his lips. He saw a flash of something, remembrance, possibly regret, but there was inkling of a foreign emotion. He felt it when it passed between them.

What do you want Damon?

Bonnie didn't have to open her mouth to ask her question. The words rung loud and clear in his head, but he chose to answer out loud.

"All I want is you."

She sent him sailing over tables and chairs with the flick of her wrist. He couldn't discern if it were Caroline, Elena, or Stefan that complained about the incumbent need for compulsion to erase the memories of the bystanders with their jaws on the floor.

Damon loved it, "Shit Bennett, I've missed our foreplay."

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Late Spring 2011

Bonnie came to Damon, the bottom of her dress stained with mud, and black tears cascading down her cheeks. She'd called him repeatedly in the last hour and he'd refused to answer the phone; staring at the number on his screen and ignoring the bubbly voice he thought waited on the other end. It was prom night and she was off playing princess with the world's most irritating boyfriend.

At least that is what he had assumed, until he opened the door, and found the disheveled girl on his doorstep.

His thumb immediately brushed across her cheek, stopping the fresh tear that fell. He pulled her inside and gathered her in his arms. He was ready for whatever she had to offer.

Jeremy's neck torn to shreds by rabid vamps…

A broken heel on her stilettos…

The worse DJ ever behind the turntables…

He never expected her to say, "He dumped me."

Damon prepared his speech. The useless one about her being eighteen, fine as hell, and young enough to fall for a thousand more guys with bigger dicks than Jeremy Gilbert. His words fell on deaf ears as she sobbed. She ruined a perfectly good silk tee with supposedly waterproof liner and mascara. He didn't complain, he just wrapped his arms around her and let the tears fall and her fists pound his chest.

She was spent when it was over, curls plastered to her forehead, face worn and warped from wasted time crying, and her dress bunched around her legs to reveal the smoothest thighs he'd ever seen.

His mind drifted but he reeled his animalistic nature in and averted his gaze. It was too late; she had seen the way his eyes traveled across her skin.

Bonnie shifted her weight until she settled his lap. His arms stayed in place around her waist. When she lowered her head, he knew what was next, but instead of avoiding the contact, he eased forward.

Their lips brushed and the first thing he tasted was her loneliness.

It had been hell, working so closely with her in the past few weeks to find Stefan and destroy Klaus. He'd always admired her fight; questioned her devotions of love to a kid who changed social classes like underwear. He never meant to fall under the young witch's spell.

His fangs pricked her bottom lip when she deepened the kiss and slipped her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. He groaned from the brief taste.

Her blood was an illegal substance.

An aphrodisiac…

A hallucinogenic…

It sent him on an uncategorized high.

He responded to the effects she created. Sliding the palms of his hands down her back and beneath the gown she wore. Her body was warm and in perfect contrast to chill of the digits that traced her core. He wanted her, now, more than he had in dreams or illicit fantasies. He blamed their friendship but if he were honest, his addiction to Bonnie started with the first prick of her veins by the ruins.

What she wanted could be felt in the tips of her fingers that played against the nape of his neck. He could hear her body's desire. He heart strummed a loud, painful beat that resonated in his chest. It matched everything he had hidden in the preceding days.

"Not like this Bonnie."

He struggled in vain to push her away.

Her lips moved to his neck, she nipped at the icy flesh, and laved at the phantom pulse that ignited under tongue. The beast soon had control. In the distance he could hear the fabric of her dress ripping to shreds. Bonnie was a virgin, she didn't have to say the words, he could smell it, the innocence in her blood still hung on his tongue. He lost the battle for gentleness and forgot what her first time should be, removing his pants and filling her in two quick movements.

Bonnie cried out in pain, her fingers digging into his back through his shirt. She rode the wave of his insanity, taking every thrust he offered until he was satisfied. He tore into her flesh with viciousness and not once did she attack. She turned her head and offered more of the length of her neck for his pleasure.

"I'm sorry," Damon whispered when the madness had subsided.

Her face was pale and her eyes heavy with an eternal sadness he wanted to desperately erase. She held the side of her neck shielding the damage he'd done from his view. He was a monster and he'd hurt the last person he ever intended. She'd suffered too much pain at his hands. He refused to cause her anymore. He bit into his wrist and offered her a drink. He never expected her to accept it, but she did.

He watched as her neck healed before him. The color returned to her cheeks and his arousal mingled with the scent of hers in the air.

This time he was gentle.

Removing what remained of her dress.

Kissing her tear stained cheeks.

He watched her bloom under his lips. Her body writhed and her mouth moaned as he touched the most intimate parts of her.

"I'll always want you…only you…"

His hands gripped her face and forced her to stare into her eyes. It wasn't compulsion; it was brutal truth, the only kind he had to give.

Damon rocked Bonnie back and forth in his lap, yearning for her walls to clinch around him, and when they finally did, he knew that neither of them would ever feel complete with anyone else.

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Damon stood and brushed the ice from his clothes.

Bonnie's attack had sent him on a trip down memory lane and he was sure by the sight of her retreating form, those same images were just as hard for her to bear.

He ran out the room after her.

This time he wasn't walking away without his girl.