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'So, about that reward …' Damon started, showing that smug smirk of his.

Bonnie still hadn't gotten over the shock of hearing that Damon saved her, come on, Damon Salvatore saving her, out of all people? 'Who says you're getting a reward?' She challenged.

Damon stared at her for moment before replying, 'If I would have known you'd be this unappreciative, I wouldn't even have bothered. Trust me.'

Unappreciative? Bonnie thought. He thought she didn't appreciate him helping her? The fact that he helped her scared her, it was so out of character for him but that didn't change the fact that she was grateful. 'I'm sorry.' She started. 'Damon, you have no idea how grateful I am that you helped me. To be honest, I don't even know why you helped me since its no secret that you hate me, but thank you for saving me.'

Damon's eyes twinkled in a playful but extremely attractive way, 'So now that you've thanked me vocally …' Damon started to say, smiling for the first time Bonnie had ever seen.

'Hell no.' Bonnie stated simply, a smile threatening to take over her lips.

'Dang, I was looking forward for that kiss.' He winked.

'Too bad, I don't kiss Vamps.'

'Are you sure about that? I mean, I could change your mind …'

'I'm positive. Bloodsuckers just aren't my type.' She shrugged, resisting a smile.

'I gotta admit, you're strong; I've never seen anyone even try to resist this.' He smirked, gesturing to his body as he said the last word.

'Well, there's a first time for everything.' Bonnie replied sassily.

Damon decided to drop the subject, saving it for another time and asked her something that had been bothering him; even when it shouldn't have. 'Bonnie.' He said quietly, his face becoming serious for the first time in what seemed like forever.

Bonnie noticed the sudden change in his tone and the smile threatening to break free disappeared completely. She looked up at him before answering, 'Yeah?'

'All this joking about isn't going to make me forget the reason for why you're here you know.'

Bonnie sighed. 'I don't know what happened to me but it has definitely happened more than once.'

'How many times has it happened before?' Damon asked sincerely truly worried.

Bonnie was actually in shock because of what she was hearing; Damon sounded like he cared; he really sounded like he cared. 'It's happened twice now, but the last time was much worse than the first.'

'What do you mean? What happens before you get knocked out?'

She looked at him, wondering if he really wanted to know and the replied, 'I get the most horrific headaches. My brain cells feel as if they are literally erupting inside my head. The pain in my head makes it seem as if my skull is just moments from erupting. When it was happening I actually thought I wasn't going to live to see another day. It's a miracle that I'm alive.' She explained, wincing at the memories. Thinking about it made her head hurt.

Damon looked at her apologetically as she described the intensity of the pain. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't conceal the caring emotions that flashed across his face. He should have been feeling resent and pride whilst listening to the gory details but instead he was filled with supportive feelings; he felt worry, anguish and sorry for her.

Bonnie was now sitting, propped up on the bed; her back resting against the frame of the bed, her eyes were closed and she winced every time she recalled the worst of the bad memories, which was often.

Damon found that his most dominant emotion was relativity. Frighteningly, he could surprisingly well relate to the horrifying details of the painful headache Bonnie was describing. He looked up at her through his dark, long lashes and suddenly a realization struck him. He burst out laughing, in a fit that seemed forever endless.

Bonnie couldn't believe her eyes. Well, to be truthful to herself; she could. Why had she believed for one second that he could care? That he actually had feelings? This cold-hearted bloodsucker sitting in front of her was laughing after she has told him of her pain and difficulties. This was just typical of him; everything was just a game to him. She threw the covers off herself and prepared to get out of the bed. When he put his hands on her shoulders, lightly pushing her down, she screamed at him furiously, 'Let me go jerk.'

'Don't you want to know why I'm laughing?' He chuckled, his laughing dying down a notch.

'Hell no.' she replied, with a heavy amount of attitude. 'I don't even know what came over me. Why did I even tell you about any of my personal business? I guess I misjudged you again.' She finished, attempting to get up again.

'Oh, you have no idea little witch.' He started. 'I'm laughing because I can relate to what you're describing in the scariest of ways.' He laughed, wincing from the memories of blood-vessels bursting.

'What do you mean?' Bonnie asked, clearly still annoyed.

'How could horrific headaches, that makes you feel as if your brain cells are erupting inside your skull possibly relate to me?' He challenged.

Bonnie was suddenly aware of his point. 'Oh.' She replied out of instinct and lack of better words.

'Yes, oh.' He smirked.

'Sounds like I got a taste of my own medicine then.' she answered, putting a hand over her forehead whilst trying to fight a smile.

'So next time you either threaten me with, or give me an aneurysm …'

'I'll remember the pain and suffering it caused me, and double the concentration on you.' She smiled.

'It was worth a shot.' He mumbled, smirking a fraction of a second later.

'Too bad it didn't work.' She answered shrugging.

Damon shook his head smiling. For some reason he couldn't stop smiling today whilst talking with Bonnie. He'd never had a real conversation with her before; one which she really opened up to him anyways. Smiling wasn't something that Damon just did; it took a pretty special person to make him smile. But Bonnie wasn't special to him, was she? Damon shook away the thought and pulled her up by her forearms gently. 'Its time for you to go, little witch.'

Bonnie let him pull her up and stood at the side of the bed, she looked up at a huge clock framed by a golden metal and frowned; she was late. She was supposed to be meeting Elena and Caroline at the Grill at 12 and it was already 11:30.

'What's the matter, witch?' Damon asked, as he noticed her frowning at the clock.

'I'm late, I have to meet the girls at 12 and I haven't even got dressed yet.'

Damon considered what she was saying for a moment and then smirked. 'Well, if you ask nicely I could help you with that.'

'Help me how?' She asked.

'Have you forgotten that I'm the sexiest, strongest and don't forget the fastest living being on this planet.' He said, emphasizing on the word 'fastest'.

'Well you're not exactly a living being.' Bonnie muttered. She didn't want to even consider travelling with a vampire, in any supernatural ways.

Damon could tell that she was dreading the idea of travelling that fast and he smirked. 'It's either that or your walking, since your car is parked outside your house at this very moment.'

'Why can't you just drive me, like a normal person?'

'Well in case you're that deluded, and you still haven't noticed; I'm not normal.'

Bonnie felt a cool, sensational rush run through her spine, she had never throughout her entire existence felt anything more thrilling. Her body was still recovering from the fact that she had just been travelling at an insane speed. After a couple of moments of dwelling on her excitement, she became acutely aware that she was still being held in Damon's arms. She looked up into his crystal-coloured orbs and felt a new kind of sensation rushing through her. 'Wow.' She whispered under her breath.

'I know.' Damon whispered, obviously hearing her inaudible whisper as he was a vampire. 'Want another ride?' he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bonnie gave him that 'are you crazy?' look and shook her head, laughing.

'So, do I at least get a thanks?'

Bonnie looked at him and smiled. 'Thanks for helping me … again.'

'Anytime.' He winked, turning on his heels and disappearing in his vampire-speed.

Bonnie had just reached the front door when a muted sound rang from inside. She fished out her keys from her handbag and opened the door. She realized that the house phone was ringing and ran over to it, scooping it up and answering.

'Hello?' She asked.

'Bonnie? Why haven't you been answering the phone? I've been calling you since last night, where were you?' Her father's voice sounded from the other side.

Bonnie froze. Flashbacks of something that could only have been a nightmare flashed before her. She wondered why her father would have been in a nightmare like that, her father was so out of place there. Wasn't he? When she thought about it, it seemed like all of the darkness in her nightmare conducted around him as he was the only shadow who had an identity. She was frightened; like she had never been before.

'Bonnie? Are you there? Answer me young lady.' Her father demanded.

'Oh, hey dad. I was at Elena's, that's why I couldn't answer the phone; you should've tried my cell.' She answered, still distracted by her thoughts.

'Don't 'hey dad' me, you and I both know that what you just told me is a blatant lie. Is that what you have resorted to? Lying to me?'

Her father's tone had triggered a reaction in her that she was trying to avoid. Her suspicion, confusion and fright had blended together to form frustration and everyone who knew her was aware of the fact that her frustration almost always became anger. 'You're talking to me about lying dad? Seriously? For nearly all of my life you have been away at business, and every time I ask where or what you do; you shrug it off and make some lame joke to avoid the subject. Well guess what dad; the jokes didn't work because here I am, asking you about that one touchy subject in your life, the most important subject in your life. So come on dad, what is the big secret job?'

Her dad paused for a second; Bonnie could hear nothing but his soft, gentle breathing.

'Has that been bothering you? You should've just asked me about it.' He asked gently. 'Bon, I work at a special agency that like to keep everything secretive, they've made me swear to secrecy that I would keep the association hidden from public knowledge. I can't tell you what I do because I can't disown them.'

Bonnie listened to her father in disgust, she didn't know where all of the things she just told her dad came from but her father's reply made her sick. He was lying to his daughter through his teeth; she'd known him her whole life, did he honestly think she couldn't tell when he was lying after all these years? She sighed at her father's ignorance and forced herself to smile, before answering him. 'Oh, sorry dad. I feel so embarrassed.'

She could hear her father's sigh of relief from the other end and the frown came back on her face.

'You shouldn't feel embarrassed about this princess, I should have told you a long time ago. I'm really glad I told you the small amount of information I could, it's good to have it off my chest.'

Bonnie shook her head before answering, 'Thanks for trusting me.' And with that, she ended the conversation; she couldn't stand talking to her father when he was lying to her so obviously. She would just blame bad signal for it later, if he asked why she hanged the phone up on him.

Bonnie looked up at the clock and found that there was only ten minuets until 12, she picked up her phone calling Elena. After a couple of rings, Elena picked up the phone.

'Hey Bon, are you on your way?'

'Sorry, I can't make it; I need to go to my grams house to check some things out.'

'But this was supposed to be our girl's day out, I was so excited.' Elena complained.

'I know and I'm sorry, but something came up. I hate cancelling on you guys, you know that.'

Elena sighed, 'Its okay Bon, I'll just tell Caroline you had better things to do than hang out with us.'

'Lena, don't make me feel worse.'

'I'm just kidding, I love you Bon.'

'Love you too, Lena.' Bonnie replied, clicking on the end button on her cell.

Bonnie was dreading the second call, Caroline was going to be devastated. She loved her fun days out, it was in her nature. Bonnie dialled Caroline's number, hoping for the best.

'Bonnie, are you there yet?' Caroline's voice beamed from the other end of the line.

'I can't make it Care, something came up.'

Bonnie could literally hear Caroline's mood drop instantly; it made her regret her words dearly.

'No way Bon, you are not bailing on us.' Caroline started.

'I'm sorry Care. Please don't make me feel worse about this than I am already.'

'Like hell I won't.' Caroline started. 'I'm not gonna let this go.'

'Fine, how about tomorrow then?' Bonnie asked.

'Tomorrow?' Caroline asked, suspiciously.

'Yes tomorrow, how about we go watch a movie, go to the Grill and then have a sleepover at mine? I want to make it up to you guys.'

Caroline squealed over the phone and Bonnie heard her mother telling her to calm down. 'Oh my gosh, yes! I'll call Elena and tell her about the plans now. You better not bail tomorrow; I'm going to hunt you down if you do.' Caroline was ecstatic but her threat was sincere.

Bonnie heard the phone click, indicating the end of the call and smiled to herself; she was so glad that she was going to make it up to the girls. It was going to do a lot of good for all of them.

Bonnie quickly got changed and ran outside to her blue hybrid. Once inside, she didn't know what to do or where to go but then she remembered that she told Elena she was going to her gram's house and drove off in that direction. Whilst driving, all Bonnie could think about was her dad and his constant lying; he was hurting her whether it was intentional or not. Her dad was the only real family she had left and he was hurting her, if her dad was doing that to her, what chance of life did she have? Why would anyone else question themselves before hurting her if her dad could do it without even thinking? Bonnie felt tears run down her cheeks freely, her vision started getting blurry and she wiped the tears away with the edge of her sleeve. She drove on still crying until she got to her grams house. Once she got to her grams house, she ran upstairs and collapsed on her grandmother's bed. Bonnie sat up as she felt a hard object under her head and gasped as she realized what it was. It was her grandmother's journal, where her grams kept all of her secrets, thoughts and feelings, and as Bonnie picked it up, an envelope fell out and it was addressed to Bonnie. Bonnie read the words in the letter and shock took over her features.