Damon had seen his fair share of screaming girls. But none of those times had been like this. Bonnie, the little witch who had been holding his interest every since he'd seen her at school. The same girl whose innocence had reminded him of sweet songbird. This was the same girl now screaming her head off as tears cascaded down her heart shaped face. Using his speed, he ran over to Bonnie and took her by her shoulders. After giving her a gentle shake the screaming died down.

She lifted her eyes to meet his slowly. He resisted the urge to flinch as he saw her brown irises flash a dark red. Against his better judgment he shook her once more, hoping she would break through her rage. "Bonnie…" That was as far as he got before he suddenly flew across the room. He crashed into a nearby wall.

She suddenly froze. It was as if everything that had happened finally crashed down on her. Her eyes returned back to their normal brown before she collapsed back onto the floor. Rising back on to his feet, Damon sighed. Pulling out his cell he slowly called his brother's number. After two rings, his voice came through. "Brother, you need to head over to the witch's house. Now." He hung up without another word. He started taking slow steps toward Bonnie. Kneeling beside her, he noticed that she laid there with a soft expression. She now reminded him of a fallen angel who had just lost her wings. He couldn't help the pang of sorrow that went through him while watching her.

Bonnie awoke in a familiar surrounding. The same fresh smell, same beautiful foliage, everything was the same. She knew exactly where she was. "Emily," She whispered, awaiting her ancestor. "I know you're there."

As she expected, Emily appeared before her. Her face showed a deep emotion, one that Bonnie couldn't read. She only stared back at her in anger. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie."

"You should feel sorry." She said, venom obvious in her voice. "This is your fault."

The older witch only shook her head in response. "There was nothing I could do. There is nothing you can do."

"You didn't even try."

"I did," She insisted, "Witches don't have the power to raise the dead."

"Then what good are you?" She shouted, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"It goes against the balance of nature." She replied, "Good witches can't break those rules.

Bonnie closed her eyes, willing it all to go away. She just wanted to run into her mom's arms and have everything be okay again. She looked back up to Emily's eyes. "I know what you did to Meredith. How good of a witch can you be?"

Emily stopped to stare back at Bonnie. A little taken aback that she knew the truths of her past. She quickly recovered before speaking. "She had a duty to her people. Instead she chose a vampire."

"She couldn't help falling in love with him."

"Still she betrayed us. You know what vampires are capable of. Look what they did to your parents."

Bonnie's eyes flashed dangerously. "You know who killed my parents." She stated

"Not specifically."

Not specifically? "At least tell me how I can find them so I can make them pay."

"You're not strong enough." She reached to grab Bonnie's shoulder, but she deflected her touch.

"Then…I'll do it myself." She said softly, trying to conceal her tears.

"I didn't wish this for you. I am deeply sorry." Her words began to echo.

Bonnie's eyes opened slowly. She laid there for several moments, letting the numbness take over her. She vaguely wondered where she was and what happened after she fainted. However, it didn't matter as much as it shouldn't had. Her parents were dead, and she couldn't shake the feeling that it was her fault. She hadn't even realized she was crying until she began to shake uncontrollably.

"Bonnie?" A soft voice from behind her called, causing her to sit up.. She couldn't find the strength to respond so she tried her best to remain still. Elena had made her way over to the bed. Bonnie had also noted that Meredith had been standing behind her with a sympathetic look on her face. "You're awake."

When she finally found her voice, she noticed how dry her throat was. "Where am I?"

"Our home."

"For how long?"

"Damon brought you back here three days ago."

Her eyes widened at the news. "T-that's not…three days?"

Meredith nodded, "He also said your eyes turned red and you through him across the room before you collapsed."

The redhead shook her head. "I don't remember that."

"You wouldn't," She replied, "It was a power surge. Witches get them when they feel a consuming amount of emotion. It's like a blackout for normal humans. You don't remember, you pass out."

"My parents…" She trailed off, wiping her face.

"The guys took care of it." Elena responded, intending to comfort her,

Bonnie started to panic, the thought of her parents being dumped away made her sick. "Took care?"

She quickly shook her head. "No. No, it would have been treated as a homicide, and the police would be all over you."

"And you don't need that right now." Meredith added

"So Damon compelled them."

She nodded numbly. "Do you know who's doing this to me?" They both exchanged looks before sadly shaking their heads. Bonnie released an exhausted sigh before laying back down. "I think…can I be alone?"

"It's been three days," Meredith said, "You should eat something."

"I'm not hungry." She said before turning over.

The two vampire girls exited the room without another word. When they entered the parlor, Damon, Stefan, and Sage looked up. Stefan spoke first, "How is she?"

"She's a wreck." Elena asked, pacing through the room. "What are we going to do?"

"Maybe we need to let her grieve." Stefan suggested

"Great idea, brother." Damon replied, sarcastically. "Hopefully you'll be on the other end of her next power surge."

Stefan shot his brother a glare and ignored him. Meredith spoke up, "Stefan's right, she just lost both of her parents and she's being hunted down by some psycho vampire. We need to give her time."

It was nearly a week later that Damon snapped. He didn't do waiting and being sensitive well. The redheaded witch was still cooped up in the same room. She rarely came out to eat. She had basically became the first witch-zombie hybrid. It was as if she had simply forgotten that there was a vampire out for her blood. If she didn't snap out of this state, she would soon be dead. And that, he reasoned, was an expectable excuse to barge into the room, and drag her out of the bed. "Rise and shine, Witch."

Bonnie groaned and tried to work her way out of Damon's grip. "Damon, leave me alone."

"No,"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you out of your mood."

She glared back at him. "My parents were killed. I'm not in a mood."

"Whatever you're in, snap out of it."

She finally found a way out of his hold, looking up to glare at him. She didn't understand why he was being such an insensitive jerk to her, especially now. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. This would usually be the time when the tears became to start, but she wasn't sure she had any tears left. "It's all my fault, Damon." She said in an emotionless voice. "They're gone…and it's my fault. I killed them."

Her words left Damon speechless. How could she blame her self for this? The same question repeated in his head for a short while before he responded. "No,"

"It's true…I killed my parents."

"No, I'm a killer. You are nothing like me. You didn't kill your parents…vampires did."

"But I could've-" She started, her voice cracking.

Damon interrupted, "Nothing. If you had been there, you'd be dead now."

"I could've helped…" She trailed off.

"How?" She only shook her head, unable to respond. "There was nothing you could've done." He watched as she stood quietly, taking his words in. He knew he was finally getting through to her. Taking a confident step toward her, he looks into her brown eyes. "But don't make their death in vain, Bonnie. Don't let them win."

Despite her fight to keep all feelings away from her, she couldn't help the rush of emotions that flowed through her for this other side of Damon. She was grateful for his care. She had a feeling that this didn't happen often. Before she could respond she heard the vampire let out a sigh before turning to leave. She stared at the door after he closed it. Whenever she had a conflict she couldn't resolve, she ran to her mom. Every time she couldn't do something on her own, she ran to her mom. Damon had just helped her realize that she couldn't do that anymore. She had realized that she couldn't run to anyone this time.

I have to do this on my own, she thought.

Damon left Bonnie to take in his words. He strolled down the hall until a voice stopped him. "You really do care for her, don't you?" He turned to see his brother, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His face displayed no mockery, just realization.

"I don't know what you're talking about, brother."

"I heard you with Bonnie."

Damon scoffed, "So?"

Stefan sighed, frustration showed in his green eyes. "You're really going to do this?"

"Do what?"

"Pretend that what you're feeling for her isn't real."

"First Meredith, now you? I don't like the witch."

Stefan didn't attempt to hide his disappointment from his brother. "Yeah, okay." He said, unconvinced. "How is she?" He decided changing the topic would be the best option now.

He shrugged, trying to be passive. "Better. What did Sage find out?" Sage had finally returned from making his way through the vampire world asking questions.

"Not much, apparently there are many vampires looking to massacre witches."

Damon rolled his eyes. Of course, witches were the biggest threat to vampires. Vampires needed no other reason to kill witches. "So what do we do now? It's not like we have a direct information source."

"I do," A small voice perked behind them. They turned to Bonnie, who was trying her best to look unlike everything that she has been feeling. Stefan felt concern as soon as he saw her. Damon, on the other hand, was wondering how much of the conversation she heard. Bonnie took in a deep breath before speaking, "I need to see my grandmother."

A/N: I realized my last 'a/n' said Midnight. I meant Phantom, which in my opinion was awesome. Now on my reading list is the Firelight series by Sophie Jordan. I definitely recommend to TVD fans.

A/N 2: I hope you all have a good holiday. This can kind of be seen as my early gift instead of my late update.