AN: Excuse the errors on this one. Migraines aren't a writer's friend. Happy reading though! :)

Damon fumed for giving Stefan his pet, among other things. He couldn't bear to see St. Ripper with that knowing look in his eyes when he saw the cage, that he actually liked the planned gift he had for him a century ago, to know that he didn't throw it away because it was his. To top that, Stefan finally found out about his infatuation with Bonnie. Fucking idiot, he blamed himself.

When he heard Stefan close his bedroom door, Damon left the boarding house to go to his safe haven, the Mystic Grill. He wanted to be the 'mysterious dark figure on the bar who should be left alone because he was drinking with a snarl on his face' guy. He didn't even bother bringing his car, wanting to be as low-key as possible. He sat by the furthest corner of the counter and ordered a bottle of Scotch whiskey. When the bartender placed the bottle in front of him, Damon was more than generous to pay up.

"Ah, Johnny Walker," Damon said with resignation, and poured himself a glass. "My only friend." He downs it in one gulp and feels a small tinge of warmth in his belly. Ah, the night has only begun!

"Cheers to that," someone said beside him, a similar drink on his pale hand.

"Ugh. It's the Original," Damon immediately glared. "The Original Fuck-Up." He could hear a faint 'bad-um tss' in the back of his head.

Klaus clenched his jaw but smiled nonetheless. "I'll leave you alone with your drink then."

"Hurray." Damon poured himself another shot and gulped it down as fast as he could say 'alcoholic'. He gazed at the thick amber liquid before taking another mouthful. Why was he so angry anyway? He couldn't even remember. He took another shot. He decided that he probably needed to drown himself in whiskey so he'd stop feeling like…

His thoughts drifted away to paradise, but soon enough, the peace was broken by a loud sigh from a familiar brunette. Feeling sheepish, Damon made sure he ducked low enough so that the pair wouldn't realize he was there. Because most of the time, Blondie was too smart for her own good.

"Have you tried calling her?" Elena said. "She knows we're meeting tonight, right?"

Caroline probably rolled her eyes. "Of course I did. Her house is empty too."

Elena makes a 'hmm I'm thinking' sound. "Well, Bonnie's just probably busy. It's not like her to just up and leave."

"Well, she told me she wanted some time alone last weekend. Maybe she visited Lucy... what do you think?" Caroline scrunched her nose. "But her car is still back at her house."

"I'll try calling her." Thirty seconds. "Hm. Went straight to voicemail."

"I'll go ask around then," Caroline said, standing up. "Maybe she's on a group study session somewhere."

Before the blonde vampire could leave, Elena pulled her arm. "Wait a sec, Care. This is Bonnie. She wouldn't do this to us." She looked around, as if checking if anyone was listening to their conversation (which she failed at actually). "Let's wait a bit and if we don't hear from Bonnie, let's ask the guys to help us out." She leaned close to Caroline and whispered, "We can't let people find out Bonnie is missing."

Caroline let out a deep breath. "Fine." She shook her head. "An hour, Elena. If I don't hear Bonnie's voice in an hour, I'm going to freak out."

Elena snorted in amusement. "Sometimes, Care Bear, you sound just like her boyfriend."

"Shut up," Caroline said with a roll of eyes.

Damon resumed drinking, although he was already halfway out the door by the time the girls finished their conversation. Bottle on his hand, he headed straight to the Bennett residence. He looked at the sturdy-looking, thick arm of tree near her room on the second floor. A grin on his face, he placed the bottle near a thick root and perched himself near the window.

"Damn curtains…" he muttered, and carelessly gave the glass a roundhouse kick. How he did it was a mystery. The glass broke with a clash, and judging from the silence that greeted him everywhere, it was safe to say that Judgey wasn't home. What a safe neighborhood…

"I'm not drunk," Damon thought aloud. He felt the subtle vibration of the invisible barrier of her home and he was careful not to touch it. God knows what weird booby trap waited for unsuspecting vampires such as he. Booby trap. Boobs. Fuck. Bonnie has such an amazing rack. Using a long branch he found on the grass a minute ago, he used it to slide those annoying curtains to the side.

The fragrance of Bonnie's room assaulted Damon's senses. He was tempted to wallow in it and cry... yeah right. Girl. Candles. Lavender. Traces of magic. Spices. Woman. He inhaled for a moment before scanning her room. Her laptop was open by the floor, its little led light flashing a 'sleep mode' signal. Her grimoire was wide open beside it. There was a bowl on the floor and a couple of other open vials of mixtures his Johnny Walker breath made hard to decipher. Her bedroom door was ajar. He spotted black lingerie near the bed. From what it looked like, the room was left without warning… as if she was in the middle of something, a spell, before she decided to disappear into nothing.

Damon felt like he had been staring at Bonnie's black bra for a whole minute, so he decided to turn away and analyze the results of his 'investigation', but not before he paused to memorize the vision of her bedroom.

There was a thick quilt on the foot of her queen-sized bed, probably from her Grams. Her closet was closed. She looked like the neat-freak type of girl –expect nothing less from miss sexy goody-two-shoes. From the shade of her wallpapers and beddings, it seemed like her favorite color was green. Like her eyes, he thought with a smile. This was a girly room… with a bed made for fucking.

A bit thwarted by his thoughts, Damon withdrew once again when something buzzed –an alarm of sorts, blasted from the room. He looked back inside and saw that the laptop flashed open, its light illuminating the room. A song suddenly started playing along with the alarm. There was a note on the laptop's screen: 'One hour left before you change back!'

'Hello, my friend, we meet again… It's been a while, where should we begin? Feels like forever...'

Change back into her black lingerie set? Damon thought with a frown, his fantasies taking over. Well, that was helpful. Thank you, dick.

'Within my heart are memories, of perfect love that you gave to me…'

He was about to jump back down when his peripheral vision caught a distinct green image on Bonnie's Google Chrome browser. It was a picture of a bird, a bird seemingly familiar. Déjà vu?

'Oh I remember…'

It's that stupid Creed song, Damon recognized. His eyes kept going back to the image of the bird though. He couldn't help but wonder, did Bonnie want a pet bird too?

'When you are with me… I'm free…'

Maybe he should give her the one he had at home, that is, if Stefan hadn't eaten it yet.

'I'm careless, I believe… Above all the others, we'll fly… These brings tears to my eyes…'

Damon was tempted to throw his boot inside her room just to stop the singer from whining, when he heard something other than the song. A distinct humming, possibly a sound clip attached to the image of the green bird…

'My sacrifice…'

"Oh fuck, I'm drunk," Damon slurred, and fell from the tree where he balanced himself, and landed on his ass. His blue eyes were wide with shock, not only because he fell on the grass and looked like a complete idiot, but because only a while ago, he apparently jacked off in front of Bonnie…?

Holy...

As the song resumed to play from her room, Damon stood up on shaky knees and started to dust himself off.

How the fuck was he going to explain this shit…

WHACK!

"DAMN!" Damon yelled in the dark as he felt a stinging pain pop him on the head. About to bare his fangs and snap a neck, he turned around and saw a rather small, old, wrinkly lady, armed with a broom on her hands. He took a while to process this information. "What the…"

WHACK!

"THE FUCK, GRANDMA!" Damon howled angrily, trying to cover his head. He had healing powers, sure, but this fossil was a fucking ninja! "HEY!"

"What do you think you are doing snooping around in a young woman's bedroom?" the old woman scolded him, hitting his shoulders this time and arms. "You get away from my nice, young neighbor, you freak of nature! You pervert!"

"STOP IT…!"

WHACK.

"BONNIE KNOWS WHO I AM… OOOOWWW! STOP, GODAMMIT!"

"And using such vulgar language in front of the elderly!" WHACK!

"HEY, NOT THE FACE, YOU OLD HAG! NOT THE FACE!"

"OLD HAG, YOU SAY! OLD HAG!"

WHACK, WHACK, WHACK!

AN: We're going for 2 more chapters and we're done. Thanks for all the love and reviews! You guys are awesome! RnR! :D