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Bonnie vaguely heard Elena and Damon arguing from downstairs once again, this time it was something about Damon's looks? She sighed. Damon was really one of a kind. A figure leaning against the door frame caught her eye and she turned her attention to it, suddenly alerted. She released a breath she was unaware of holding when she realized it was Stefan. He had a smile on his face but it didn't touch his eyes, his eyes were permanently preserved for worrying.

'Hey Bon, I was worried about you. Are you okay?'

Stefan always was the nicer brother. 'Yeah I'm fine, thanks to you. I'm so grateful.' She smiled sincerely.

'Bonnie you're my friend, it's my duty to look after you.'

'Thanks anyways, you're a true friend.'

'You're welcome; I'm always here for you.'

'You too.' She smiled. 'And I better get going Stefan, my dads coming back in two days and the house is a mess.'

'You should stay a while longer, I'll drop you home later and Elena can stay with you.'

'Thanks but no thanks, it's a lot of work and I need to look through Emily's grimoire anyways to try and figure out what happened to me.'

'Alright then, if you need any help with anything you know where I am.'

'Thanks again.' Bonnie watched as Stefan smiled once more and left the room. Bonnie had

always hated vampires but since her best friend turned into one and her other best friend started dating one, her grudge against them became more complicated and she started making exceptions.

Bonnie stood up and quickly observed what she was wearing; it was a simple but pretty just above-knee length white dress that hugged her curves beautifully, emphasising on each one. She smiled and reminded herself to thank Elena later for stopping by her house and picking up some clothes for her. She walked down the large, Victorian style stairs and couldn't help but feel like royalty. Stairs like these definitely didn't belong in a normal household in a small town like Mystic Falls but then again, the Salvatores didn't just live in any house, they lived in a house built by their father more than a century ago, a house which they themselves lived in more than a century ago. She couldn't help but admire the gorgeous designs on the stairway, and sighed when they ended. The bottom of the stairs led to the front room where Damon had become part of the furniture. When he wasn't at some bar or night club picking out some girl far younger than him, He was sitting in front of the fire holding a glass of some unknown liquor and bringing everyone's moods down.

Bonnie braced herself for the upcoming argument ahead. Damon just never ran out of his snide and sarcastic remarks. As soon as he caught sight of her, he had already started. Bonnie sighed.

'Well if it isn't the wicked witch of Mystic Falls'. He smirked, his infamous smirk.

'Sorry to disappoint homicidal vampire, but it's just me Bonnie.'

'Oh trust me, I am not disappointed.' He said coming over to her with his speedy, inhuman pace and his face fanged out.

Bonnie looked at the once scary vampire standing in front of her, 'Remember I can set you on fire with my mind vamp.'

'Feisty.' He smirked. 'And I know I'm hot but it doesn't mean you have to go on and on about fire around me. Jeez.'

'Get over yourself. Just because you're hot, it doesn't mean everyone will get over what you've done in the past. Looks aren't everything, you should remember that.'

Damon stood there dazed in front of her for a while before he smiled a big toothy grin. 'Am I hearing right? The witch finally admitted the truth; you think I'm hot Bon?'

Bonnie caught her mistake, but didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle. 'I didn't mean it like that.'

'No need to feel embarrassed, you're not the only one in my fan club.' He winked.

'You know what, I'm just gonna leave.'

'See you later witch, have a good time thinking about me.' He said. 'And my incredibly good looks.' He added on after a pause.

Bonnie didn't even look at him as he said that last sentence, but she could just imagine that smug look overtaking his features. What was wrong with her? How could she have said that to him? She must be going crazy. She increased the speed of her car as she thought of the disaster that had just occurred. Why was she even worrying about what he thought of her? He could believe whatever twisted fantasy he wanted for all she was concerned.

She arrived home to an empty house like usual and went straight to the fridge to get a bottle of water. She took in the mess cluttered around the entire house and sighed; she was going to clean up tomorrow because she was going to bed.

Bonnie opened her eyes to a strange awareness of company. She jumped out of her bed and quickly inspected the bedroom. Just as she was about to let go of the breath she was holding, she noticed that her window was wide open and rushed over to it as fast as she could. The massive oak tree that grew outside her window was covered with black crows. Bonnie gasped and the crows all fluttered away even though the sound was faint.

There was a loud firm knock on the door and once again Bonnie gasped but this time louder. Curiosity got the better of her as she ran down the stairs and towards the door. She leaned against the door for a while, wondering who it could be. Before she opened the door she weighed out her options and considered the best alternative. She was a witch, who could literally set any supernatural creature or even human on fire therefore she was going to take a risk. She flung the door open and it revealed her visitor.

'Daddy!' Bonnie squealed in delight, the same way she did when she was younger.

'Hey princess, I've missed you so much.' Her father whispered into her ear as he embraced her.

'Me too daddy.' She whispered as she hugged her father even tighter.

Her father chuckled freely in his deep voice, 'so are you going to let me in anytime soon

Sweetheart? '

Bonnie stepped away from her dad, she totally forgot to clean the house. He couldn't go in, he was going to freak. He was going to think she was irresponsible, oh this was going to be so embarrassing. 'Ermm ...' she laughed nervously.

'Oh come on, it can't be that bad Bon.' He laughed.

Bonnie went back into the house with her father following her footsteps. As soon as she went in the house she felt her face heat up in embarrassment, why didn't she clean before? Why didn't she just dedicate one day in the past 3 weeks for cleaning?

Her father chuckled again. 'Its not as bad as I thought it was going to be.'

'I was staying at Elena's house for most of the time, so I didn't really have time to clean.' She admitted.

'It's alright princess, now let's start cleaning? I can't stand a messy house.'

'What? You only came yesterday.' Bonnie complained.

'I'm so sorry princess, but my clients are really desperate at the moment, they're going to stop paying if I don't see them by tomorrow.' Her dad shrugged helplessly.

Bonnie sighed; she should have been expecting this. Her dad never stayed for more than a couple of days and this time, he was barely staying for one. Bonnie gave up arguing, the whole situation was kind of predictable. 'So, when are you going?'

'In a couple of hours.' Her father said apologetically.

Bonnie's emerald eyes widened in shock and disappointment for a fraction of a second but after a while she just walked away. Her father, the only family she had left had made a habit of abandoning, so what hope did she have in life? If even her father couldn't stay with her for more than a couple of days.

Her father stared after her. Didn't she understand that he was doing this for her?

Bonnie was sitting at the back booth at the mystic grill once again, reading her grimoire as usual when all of a sudden; she was met with a familiar dark aura. She looked up and found herself gazing into deep ice blue orbs. She couldn't help but get lost in the incredible depth of the icy ocean-like eyes and seemed to stare into them for much longer than necessary.

'So yesterday you admitted that I was hot, and now you're staring into my eyes? I think my charms are working on you judgy.' He winked, looking all smug.

Bonnie looked at the owner of the gorgeous blue eyes and shivered, there in front of her was the one and only Damon Salvatore dressed in his usual all black attire. She rolled her eyes and picked up her things deciding she was going to leave as she didn't want to have an argument with the asshole in front of her. She stood up and walked away. As she walked away, a thought struck her mind. Since when did Damon let her go before even starting to annoy the hell out of her? She smiled to herself; maybe he was finally learning to be afraid.

Bonnie got into her car and just as she was about to drive off, she noticed her grimoire missing. She jumped out of her car, not even bothering to lock it and ran towards the grill.

When she reached her former seat in the grill, despair helplessly swept across her face. Where was her grimoire? Before she made a big scene, she decided to look around for clues as to where it was. When her eyes reached the bar, they widened in shock, anger and even slight forms of relief. Damon Salvatore was sitting on a stool reading her grimoire. He caught her looking and smiled. She glared at him angrily and rushed towards him.

'Judge ...' Damon began.

'What the hell is your problem? You can't just go round taking other peoples belongings! Oh God, you are such a dick! Give me my grimoire now before I blow your brains out.'

Everyone, including class mates, neighbours, local shop owners and even some school teachers were currently onlookers of Bonnie's big scene; Damon noticed this and smirked secretly.

'Calm down Bonnie, I found it on the table and decided to have a drink before I returned it to you.'

'Why return it if you were the one who took it in the first place? Don't try and play dumb with me Salvatore, we all know that you're a lying, manipulative asshole!'

'I'm sorry.' Damon replied softly and almost sincerely, slowly handing her the grimoire as he watched her shocked face.

'Stop pretending to feel sorry Damon, you don't have feelings. I think everybody knows that by now!'

''I'm just going to go Bon, sorry for upsetting you. It was unintentional, I promise.' Damon replied softly.

Bonnie watched him with complete horror. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so sweet? So out of character? He doesn't even care, does he?

Confusion engulfed her features as she watched him walk away. He looked so innocent with his back to her, with no sign of that smug smile on his face; he looked almost like an angel, so pure and beautiful.

She turned around and saw the faces of the onlookers watch her in disgust. The familiar faces of people who knew her as a friend looked at her with ashamed expressions. That's when she realized the reason for Damon's odd behaviour, the reason as to why he was acting so innocent, and the reason as to why the smug smile had left his features momentarily. He was playing with her, making her look like the bad guy. She stormed out of the grill angrily; she was going to make him pay for this.

She saw him leaning against his car with his signature smirk turned on full blast, he found this amusing?

'What is your problem?' she squeaked. Anger did that to her, her voice developed a higher pitch when situations became unbearable.

'You should have seen the ways those people were looking at you whilst you were shouting your head off at poor old me.'

'And I actually felt sorry for you after I shouted at you.'

'Let me tell you something Judgy, never trust a vampire. Especially if his name is Damon Salvatore, you should know that by now.' He laughed.

Bonnie glared at him, it was times like this when she felt like bursting his brain cells and every single one of his blood vessels. 'Well excuse me for thinking that you could actually be a good guy. My bad.'

If Damon hadn't had his control of emotions mastered by now, he would have been experiencing shock crossing over his face for the first time in decades. Did she just say she thought he could be a good guy? He looked at her and returned her glare, quickly dismissing what she had just said. After a while, he broke eye contact with her and chuckled under his breath, walking into his car without saying a word.