Bonnie put an earphone bud in her ear, unaware that she was being watched. Her favorite song blasted in her ear as she began walking, and there was no time to talk to anyone today, she thought to herself. Something was wrong in this town. She could feel it.

She collided into a hard, tall body and her bag fell to the ground. Luckily, a pale hand flashed out before it even crashed to the ground, saving the breakable statue inside.

" Hiya Bonnie," Damon said in a singsong voice. " Whatcha got in the bag?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag from his hands. " What, the great Damon Salvatore doesn't have x-ray vision?" She turned down her music so low that she could barely hear it herself.

He smirked. " Well, I can ensure you that if I did, I'd be looking through things much more...amusing to me. And you're listening to Justin Bieber?"

Bonnie gave a disgusted groan, even though she was surprised that he could hear what she was listening to and tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of her every time. " Damon! What do you want?"

" I can't say hi to a good friend of mine? That's hurtful, Bonnie bear. My heart stops when you hurt my feelings..."

" If you had either..."

Damon took Bonnie's hand gently as she turned her back to him. " Hey. I'm sorry. I'm just...I don't know. I need your help with something. You think you'll be willing to help me?"

Bonnie hesitated, staring deep into Damon's brilliant blue eyes as if searching for a hint of a lie in them. " Depends. What do you want help with?"

" Not what. Who."

Bonnie was confused. " Huh? What do you mean?"

Damon licked his upper lip and pulled Bonnie into an alleyway. " There's someone in town that I want gone. She came to 'visit' me, or so she claims, but I can't shake the feeling that she's here to do something more. And worse."

Damon's voice fell to a whisper, and Bonnie's heart skipped a beat. In his eyes, Damon seemed to smirk, hearing Bonnie's heartbeat.

" Who is this visitor? Is she a vampire like you?"

" Yes. I'm the one who turned her."

Bonnie paused to look Damon in the eye. " This should be interesting..." She flipped open her cell. " How long was she here?"

Damon shrugged. " Met up with her earlier this morning. She tried to kill Elena. Locked her up in the basement. She's still there even as we speak...hopefully."

" You are so reassuring, Damon. You better pray to God that she's still down there. If she kills anyone, or even as much as try to give someone a hug, you're answering to me. You don't want to answer to me."

The wind in the alley picked up, and Damon shielded his eyes from the dust. He knew very well that over the past few months, Bonnie grew in terms of power. Maybe in height too, but that didn't matter. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she could now that she wasn't able to do a few months back. He really didn't want to upset her at all.

" Okay. I'll keep an eye on her. As will my lovesick stupid little brother, if he's not too caught up with his human pet, that is." Damon raised an eyebrow as Bonnie stifled a giggle. " I don't see what's so funny about what I just said."

" I do! Sounds like you got a thing for Elena, hmm? Does she know?"

Damon scowled. " In a sense. Her birth mother Isobel might've spilled something back when she gave us the weapon...which you didn't deactivate, like you said you would." Damon towered over Bonnie, glaring down at her. " We could've been killed."

" I know. That was the general idea at first. I realized then that if Stefan died, Elena would've died that night as well. She wouldn't be the same ever again."'

Damon smoothed his face into a small half grin. " No one cares about me? What would've happened if I died?"

" Oh? I think there would've been a big celebration at the boarding house. Drinks all around," Bonnie shoved Damon back with a spell, catching him off guard. " Have a nice afternoon, Damon. See you later."

Damon spit out a bit of blood that trickled down his lip. " Yeah. You too...witch with a capital B..."

-The Vampire Diaries-

Elena admired the ebony piano that now stood proudly in the corner of the living room. As she pressed a key, it clinked and released a pure, angelic sound that echoed throughout the house. She smiled and pressed another, getting ready to play Hot Cross Buns, when Damon stepped in.

" I see it finally arrived..." He grumbled, shoving a hand into his pocket.

Elena jumped with a fright. " Crap, Damon. You nearly killed me walking in like that!"

" The disappointment ensues..." Damon strolled over, running a finger over the white keys. " You play?"

" Ha! Hardly. The most I can do is play Hot Cross Buns and Chopsticks, and some days I can't even play either of them. Do you?"

" Do I..." Damon flashed a brilliant smile and sat down in front of the piano. He raised a professional hand and began with a low, mysterious melody. His right hand moved effortlessly over the higher keys, giving Elena chills.

" What's this one called?" She asked.

" Moonlight Sonata. Kind of suits me, don't you think?" Damon raised his eyes to look at Elena, his hands still moving and playing the song. " I learned to play when I was a young boy. My mother wanted a musician in the family; she loved music. I would play endless hours for her, and it didn't matter if I was playing children's rhymes, she loved it all the same. The sound of a piano always put her to sleep..." Damon stopped, placing his hands on his lap. " She died giving birth to Stefan. Did he ever tell you this?"

Elena shook her head. " He's not the type to be delving into the past. You of all people should know that."

" Huh. I suppose. Anyway, she died a day a week before my first concert. I was to be playing for Mayor Lockwood," he grinned like a little boy. " When father first told me that I had a little brother, I thought 'Okay. I always wanted a little brother to play with.' When he told me that my mother had died, all things that I said about having a little brother disappeared. Now I wished that he had died instead. I hated him from that day on."

" But you learned to love him."

Damon blinked. " What?"

" The relationship you both had before you met Katherine was strong. Stefan told me this before. It was after you thought the Founding Families killed her that you felt pure hatred for him."

Damon sighed. " Stefan lies. Lies or conceals the darker part of the truth. Elena..." Damon held Elena's hand. " You know that I would never hurt you. Ever."

Elena's lips parted, as if she was about to speak, but Damon pressed his lips on hers. She didn't move as she kissed her. The front door opened and Stefan walked in, seeing Damon holding Elena in his arms and kissing her passionately. After a second or two, a deep snarl came from his throat and he grabbed Damon in a steel grip.

" What...the hell...do you think...you're doing?" Stefan snapped.

Damon's eyes batted several times before answering. " What do you mean? I was just showing Elena the piano that you bought for her. I was playing a bit of-"

Stefan snapped Damon's left shoulder, the bones fracturing and dislocating. He cried out in pain and in shock, but he never fought back. He stared hard and long at Stefan, who had went over to Elena and wrapped an arm around her waist.

" Get out of my sight, Damon. You make me sick..." Stefan growled. " When you're ready for me to do some real damage, then come back to me and I'll happily do some."

Damon said nothing as he made his way down to the basement. He opened the door to Lily's prison, walked in and after closing the door, sat down beside her. He could feel her shocked and confused gaze on him, but he said nothing.

" Um...hi?" She croaked. " Mob of angry villagers finally get to you?" She indicated his broken shoulder.

Damon inhaled deeply. He shifted his arm, and felt instantly felt the bones snap back into place. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and allowed himself to heal by himself. " Angry villagers meaning my brother Stefan? Yeah."

Lily snorted. " I could hear the snap from down here. I wish I could've seen it, though. He's strong, man."

" So I noticed..." Damon stretched as he tried out his healing muscle and bone. " I guess someone's been eating his Wheaties, huh?"

" I guess so. And did you really not know what Stefan was talking about when he saw you kissing Elena?"

" Were you listening to the whole thing from down here?" Damon snapped back.

" Kinda hard not to. I've already counted the bricks in this room thrice over and ate most of your rats..."

Damon, disgusted to a certain extent, shrugged. " Honestly? No. I had no idea. I remember sitting down and playing the piano, and telling Elena a little bit about my childhood, but the rest is black." Damon whirled around to face Lily. " I don't suppose you had anything to do with it, did you?"

" Me? I can't do a sweet thing from down here, sweet cheeks. Much like you, I have to be facing my poor, helpless victim to do my thing."

Something was off, Damon could tell. Remembering what he told Bonnie, he couldn't help shake the feeling that she was here to do something more. Or worse. Whatever the 'more' or 'worse' part was, he would yet have to discover.

The hard way, unfortunately.

I'm a horrible person to even make Stefan break Damon's shoulder, aren't I? And Lily's a total beyotch. I hate people with double standards, and this is what this girl's all about. And I always wanted to see Damon play the piano for Elena because I think guys who play piano are just plain sexy, so I put that little something in for those who like that kind of thing :) More coming your way ASAP!