Morning sun leaked through the curtains warming Bonnie's cold skin. She murmured into her pillow and turned over; the smooth smell of cologne burned her nostrils and her eyes shot opened. Bonnie gaped at the Italian body next to her, stunted she racked her brain trying to remember everything from last night. Slowly the memories oozed back, she wrapped the blankets tight around her then hesitantly tapped her fingers against his shoulder. Damon lazily cracked an eye open, gave her a quick once over before grunting and closing his eyes tightly.

"Go back to sleep." He grabbed one of the plush pink pillows and tossed it at her, smacking her dead in the face. Bonnie grabbed the pillow and sputtered, making him roll onto his side.

"get up."

"Damn it Bonnie." Damon grumbled turning to her and propping himself up on his elbows. "I'm not a machine; I need to rest some time."

"I will smack that smug little look right off your face." She hissed lifting the pillow over her shoulder. Damon grinned up at her, obviously knowing she wouldn't even try. Bonnie growled and dropped the pillow, Damon reached up to touch her but she smacked his hand away. "You just don't get it do you Damon."

Bonnie slipped off the bed, getting a groan from Damon that their 'happy time' was over, and started walking towards the door. It opened with a soft creek and she stuck her head up to make sure Stefan wasn't around. After noting his absence she turned and gathered the clothes strewn all over the floor. She tossed Damon's to him and started climbing into hers.

"You need to go."

"No." Bonnie's head shot up, she hated how he thought he had some sort of control over her, like she'd bend over backwards for him. And she wasn't about to do that. At least not twice.

"You know maybe you were right." Bonnie grabbed a brush form the counter and began brushing her hair. "Maybe I do know more then I'm telling." She looked in the mirror fiddling with her clothes brushing of invisible dirt and straightening imaginary wrinkles. Damon pulled his shirt over his head and cocked an eyebrow at her state of distress. He contemplated going up to her, but reasoned he was never a touchy feely guy and didn't plan on starting now.

"Sudden change of heart, baby doll?" He mocked, to which Bonnie slammed her first against the vanity and turned to him.

"Quit with the pet names jackass." Damon was taken aback slightly, it was his experience women enjoyed the cutesy names, and seemed to remember Bonnie once blushing over the name once.

"I just, I mean-you don't really get understand." Bonnie stuttered, trying to cover up her sudden out burst. He couldn't help notice how she avoided looking him in the eye, purposefully looking everywhere but at him "You just need to leave ok?" She asked defeated.

"Bonnie." He question when she turned around. She stiffened and started searching the room, mumbling about missing socks. Damon finally stood up and followed her around, standing just a few inches behind her. He could tell it made her on edge him being so close and at first he found that amusing, but slowly found it pissing him off that she was acting like he wasn't there.

"Bonnie." He said again, annoyed by someone actually ignoring. Bonnie in turn just picked up her pace hopping he'd get bored and leave. Just leave, please just leave. For once pick up on the fact that I don't want you around. "Bonnie." He growled grabbing her arm and spinning her around. She looked up at him bewildered for a second before turning and looking out the window and the sunrays that laid over the carpet. Dear God, you just can't leave well enough alone can you? Don't look him in the eyes, don't fall for his bullshit Bonnie, you know his hours away from leaving you in behind. Another notch in the bedpost.

"What the hell are you so freaked out about?" He shook her slightly and grabbed her chin making her look up at him. Her breath caught in her throat when he looked straight at her, she wasn't entirely sure he had ever looked her in the eye before. There was a cold fire burning behind those crystal blues, Bonnie was wracking her brain for an answer, there had to be away out of this. She knew lying was pointless, she knew he'd see right through her but maybe she could leave out enough details that he'd jump to his own conclusions.. His lips twitched and his fingers started to dig into her arm, making her wince. Obviously he wasn't used to being disobeyed very often.

"I could have stopped her." She chocked out. Bonnie looked down not wanting Damon to see the hurt she probably had written all over her face. Damon loosened his grip on her, not prepared for answer. "If I'd just gotten there sooner…There was all that blood"

"Fuck Bonnie." Damon growled shoving her away from him. She landed a bit roughly on the bed as he began to pass the room letting out a string of Italian curse words. She sat up and looked down at her feet, biting into her lip to the point of drawing blood. "Look I don't know what's going but I do know what you want me to say. Let's get something straight I'm not your boyfriend I'm not even a friend. We're hardly even acquaintances. I'm not going to get all sappy and let you cry in my arms as I tell you it wasn't your fault."

"Whatever Damon." Bonnie mumbled kicking her feet against the carpet.

"No not 'whatever', my dear. You're going to tell me everything, or else I'll-"Damon paused midsentence musing over what to say. He leaned in towards Bonnie putting his arms on either side of her, she leaned back from him a chill running down her spine. "You know, I don't have an 'or' no one has actually been stupid enough that I'd have to give them an 'or' Bonnie."

Bonnie gulped, her heart racing, Damon eyes were practically on fire and she couldn't seem to look away. She reached onto her night table and felt for paper and I pen. Without looking she wrote on the pad of paper and held the slip up to him.

"H-here, follow the direction, they'll, they'll um tell you everything you need to know." She stammered. He lowered his eyes to the peace on paper, eyes taking there time to travel over her figure as well. He smirked at her trembling hand and snatched it form between her fingers.

"Good girl." He said dryly before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door and Bonnie made a dash for her closet and a suitcase.

Authors Note:

Next Chapter will be half flashbacks, not book flashbacks but pre-black rose flashbacks just a heads up incase you get a bit confused.

Sorry my updates is so late, my computer was busted for a while, then I finished this chapter but kind of just forgot to post I guess, But thanks to anneryn7 who is the reason I posted today because I saw the email saying she reviewed and remembered . Also I think I might put Sweet love on a Hiatus, I'm not really sure where the stories going so I'm gonna back track and maybe rewrite some stuff. But I do think I'll start another one to replace it because I had this dream about Damon and Bonnie that's like half book half TV show which I thought was pretty cool. Hm we'll see

Please R&R

P.s tv show VD, I find myself not like disliking Elena like I did with the books, but I think Stefan is kind of whiny, what you guys think