[[ Damon's POV ]]
"I'm sorry,…what?" Damon, asked for about the twelfth time that night. "Elena's a vampire." Stefan deadpanned. He glanced over at his brother, "Well I certainly can see that." he quipped. His light blue hues, glanced over at Elena, watching as she stood close to Stefan. Afraid, alone, worried. He knew what she was going through. "How did this even happen?" he asked, turning his attention on Elena. She would need to get used to saying the word 'Vampire' without flinching, when she spoke about herself.
[[ Elena's POV ]]
Elena knew that look to well. The look that you would get from a disappointed parent, or from a teacher when they wanted you to talk, or speak for yourself. With a sigh, she took a step towards Damon. "I was…on my way home, to grab a few extra things." she started, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear. "And…another car and mine collided. I…technically, died." she said. "When I woke up, I knew I was a vampire because I remembered Stefan saying, that your blood and his hadn't passed through my system yet." she said, with a frown. Damon gave her a quick, one over and nodded. "Well," she said, hearing the chirpiness in his voice. "I'll go break the news to Bonnie." he said, and headed out the door.
Suddenly, Elena felt the familiar warmth of Stefan's strong arms encircling her in a tight embrace. "Stefan,.." she whispered into the crook of his neck. "Hm?" she heard him answer. " Bonnie." she said softly. Stefan looked into her eyes, "What're you talking about?" she heard him say. A single tear rolled down her cheek, "I think Damon's going to hurt Bonnie." she stated. Stefan shook his head, his lips pressed to hers gently. As they pulled away he said, "No. I know he won't, Elena. He's just going to tell her what happened…" his sentence trailed off. Elena nodded, but she had a feeling that somehow Stefan wasn't saying the truth.
[[Damon's POV ]]
As soon as Damon had left the Boarding House, he was at Bonnie's in near record time. He knocked on the door, "Bonnie open this door. It's Damon. I know your in there." he growled. The door opened revealing, a fragile looking Bonnie, he walked in and past her. "What do you want, Damon?" he heard her ask. He crossed his arms over his chest, he cocked his head to the side. "You had me thinking, that Elena was dead." he hissed. He suddenly stood an inch away from her, his fingers touching her chin and jaw line. "And more importantly, you lied to Stefan." he growled. He pushed her against the wall. "I don't appreciate that." he hissed.
[[ Bonnie's POV ]]
Damon was here. Why was Damon here? He wasn't one to just pop in and say 'Hi.' He only stopped by, if on some murderous rampage. Her back hit the wall, and she let out a whimper. "Damon…let go." she struggled as his grip tightened. "This…" she heard Damon, growled. "Is for Lying," and she felt his hand punch right through her chest. She let out a scream of pure pain, "Damon!" she hissed. "This. Is for Elena." he growled. He pulled out her heart. Her beating heart, that he now held in her hand.
[[ Damon's POV ]]
His grip on Bonnie loosened, as he held her heart in his hand. He dropped it to the ground, and looked at her. Her lifeless body as it slumped to the ground. Dead. Yes, Elena was going to be pissed. More then pissed, she'd probably try to stake him, but he was done. Done with everything. He stepped over, Bonnie's body, and turned the lights out in the Bennett house, he exited through the door, shut it and took off into the night.