A/N: First of all, special thanks to Alexxya8989 and DamonBonnie Salvatore for encouraging me. I loved your nice words and your reviews. And also thank you to all those who reviewed (and especially to the anonymous reviewers silly13 and Vie – thank you for all your reviews to both stories – and jewelsstars and Alexxya8989) and everyone who added my story or me to their alerts and favorites. I really appreciate all of your support – hope you all know that.

The next update will probably take some time 'cause I'm going to be away for two weeks with neither internet nor computer. Just to give a heads up.

And to everyone who's going to watch the EURO 2012: Good luck for your team (as long as you're not playing against mine :p ).

Disclaimer: Not mine. Not the characters. Not anything else in Mystic Falls. And I'm not making any money with it (damn!). But the mistakes and errors are all mine.

Enough with all the talking and on to the story. Enjoy reading.

Chapter 3:

Sitting in her bed Bonnie was reading a book. After all that happened in the last few weeks she really needed an evening just for herself. A good book, her comfortable bed and junk food right next to her was what she graved. Just letting herself go and forget what was happening around her.

Just when the teenage girl was about to doze off she heard someone banging against the front door of her house. A few moments later the banging was accompanied with some shouting of her name. Who else should it have been but the psychotic vampire? Of course it was Damon Salvatore disturbing her perfectly calm and peaceful evening.

"Leave me alone!" Bonnie knew that just ignoring Damon wouldn't do any good. Not when he was knocking her door down (quite possible even). "I have nothing to say to you!"

Did his witch honestly believe she would get rid of him that easily? Didn't she know him at all? "I can do that the whole night. And you know I don't care about what other people think. It's going to be your neighbors who'll come and complain to you and probably your dad."

Damn that vampire! Why did he always know how to push her buttons? There was never a time when he and herself didn't rub each other the wrong way. Reluctantly, the girl let him in. There wasn't much else she could do – he was right and she knew it. How she hated that.

In typical Damon style the vampire walked confidently into her home and up to her room all the while with a satisfied smile on his lips. "Spit!" Damon looked funny at the witch and she knew he would twist her words. "Why should I spit into your room or onto your bed?", the vampire asked with fake innocence. His amusement was quite visible in his eyes.

"Damon, stop that. You know what I meant so talk. Why did you come here? What do you want? What spell do you need? Is this about you? Elena? Stefan? Alaric? Another person who'd kidnapped me? Who?"

With each word Damon felt worse. The witch was right. They never came to her for anything else but a spell which most of the time even endangered her own life. In all honesty, as of late he'd never seen their relation in that way. Bonnie had made it clear that she despised Damon and all other vampires. She even had turned her back on her best friend when Caroline had had no clue what had been going on. Therefore, it had seemed logical to leave her out of their everyday lives and just go to her when there hadn't been another solution and all their lives had depended on her – worst case scenario. Their own Rambo who'd come into play when there had been no way out so he could take on every evil person (and armies) on his own and save the day. Their secret weapon. Damon had always thought it was a win-win situation.

The last few days, however, had brought him to a new insight. For Bonnie it must have looked like they had not wanted to have anything to do with her besides risking her life so that everyone else had been save. Some sayings seemed to be true after all: the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

In that moment standing there right in front of Bonnie Damon swore to himself that he would do anything so that the lonely teenage girl never ever felt left out and only used for her blood and magic again. He would make sure that she knew she was being noticed. He would do anything necessary so that she would feel as appreciated as she was by him – and after his new resolve towards her it was a damn lot.

"I am here for you."

Bonnie snorted. What the hell was he playing? He was Damon and she was Bonnie. They had a I-won't-follow-through-with-my-threat-of-killing-you/ hate relationship (you couldn't call what they had a love/hate relationship. There was no love between them – of that Bonnie was sure). Why was he claiming he was here for her? Slowly, the Bennett witch became afraid something really bad had happened. Did he snap again? Had he had a run-in with Klaus? A fight with Elena? Had he trouble with one of his flings? Did one had vervain injected and he couldn't compel her? Did he need her witchy ju ju to make the girl forget? Oh goddess, what has he done?

Bonnie was freaking out and she knew it. And jumping to conclusions didn't help any. What was happening with her? She was the strong one, the rock for her friends. She didn't freak – never. However, the man in front of her was capable of doing the unknown. That vampire was so irritating! Breath, Bonnie, breath!

"Stop being so dramatic and tell me what you're here for!" At least her voice still held that irritated tinge to it.

"I'm here for you!"

"What for? What. Do. I. Need. To. Do?" Was he going mental? I asked him a simple question and he acts like he's trying to explain the theory of relativity to a three year old. If one of us acts like a little kid it's him!

"Stop pretending you don't know why I'm here!", the vampire growled. Hell, she had been the one to tell him how she had saved him. Why was she so damn stubborn? Like hell she didn't know. She was the one who'd found the entry in one of her cookbooks. She was the one who'd brought him back. She was the one who'd told him about his wondrous healing. She was the one he was stalking the last week. She was … she was the one.

Until now Damon had only thought about Bonnie and the possible 'what if's. And he'd known he'd felt something for her. Something more than friendship and more than just care. He'd known he'd wanted to make the little witch his. But after his internal ranting it was real. It wasn't just a 'what if' scenario, a dream he had but nothing more. It wasn't like the visions he had had about a happily ever after (literally) with Katherine or the illusions he'd indulged in about Elena.

This was real.

Suspiciously, Bonnie stared at the vampire ignorant to his musings. Something was off about him, however, she couldn't pinpoint it. During the last few days Damon had acted really weird – even for him. Ever since … Oh no! No, no, no, no! This can't be true. He doesn't believe in that shit. He is Damon freaking Salvatore. Homicidal vampire. He doesn't believe in stuff like that. He can't stand me. Bonnie was freaking out for the second time in a short while. Even though she had thought about the possibility of being Damon's True Love they were just that – thoughts. But with his behavior it became all too real.

"Damon, we talked about that. You know that it can't be real. We can't stand each other. It was probably Elena's kiss anyhow", Bonnie tried to reason with the vampire. It was all just too much to handle for the seventeen year old high school girl. In movies seventeen year old high school girls were playing games, were lusting after their latest crush, had the school heart throbs suddenly after them and their biggest trouble was what to wear, if they looked fat in special jeans (even though everyone else wished they had their figures) and if their boyfriends were honest with them. There was never anything about a guy 150 years older than them obsessing about them. Why, oh why had her life turned out to be that complicated?

But you have the heart throb chasing after you. Not only the heart throb of your high school but of the entire town. You should be honored. And you know you are. You just don't want to admit it. Now, the teenage witch understood why Damon was as often irritated by her as he was. Her mind was honestly a burden. Damn it.

Damon didn't know why. He knew what the witch was thinking of him but her words did cut deep. Why couldn't he just for once meet a girl he liked that liked him and wasn't as complicated as all the women in the past? And why do I sound like a kid in elementary? Why couldn't it be like it had been with Rose? Without the kidnapping part. And if they were lucky, perhaps without the being chased part? It didn't matter though. Somehow he knew Bonnie was his one. His little witch.

It was time to face the music.

"Bonnie, you were the one who found the cure. I'm sure you read the warnings. I may be reckless but I'm not stupid. I did some research of my own. I know what it says. So, let's talk." His voice was smooth, low and sinful. With every word the vampire leaned in closer to Bonnie – it was a strange combination of intimidation and intimacy. Being that close to the handsome man Bonnie felt those weird feelings again. She knew what they were but she couldn't admit them. If she'd be honest about them, she knew they would lead to trouble. Therefore, the witch tried everything to clear the fog that had taken a hold of her thoughts. Damn him and his proximity. It would be so easy to close the small gap between their lips. She could almost taste them.

But that could never happen. He wasn't hers and they couldn't stand each other. The teenage with repeated those words again and again in her head using them as some kind of mantra. Even if she'd been able to leave all the things he'd done and all those things she'd blamed him for behind, it would only lead to heartbreak – her heartbreak. And she couldn't allow this. She couldn't give the man she'd despised for so long that much power over her. She just couldn't.

Fighting her inner urges – damn those raging hormones – she turned her face away from him. Not looking into his mesmerizing eyes or to his kissable lips (Why, Bonnie? Get a grip on yourself. Stop thinking about him in that way. Stay strong. You promised yourself never to act like Caroline when it comes to boys. Concentrate!) it was easier to ignore what was happening between them. After a few moments relishing in his proximity Bonnie stepped away from – dare she say it – her vampire.

"Look, I don't know what you want me to say. I found a cure, we saved you. We don't even know for sure who saved you. Was it me? Or was it Elena? So, don't get ahead of yourself. It probably meant nothing. We mean nothing. And you know it." The girl couldn't help herself. Her speech was meant to sound strong, her words, however, sounded anything but. Some hidden sadness was palpable.

"What if I want to change that?" No time like the present to make her see what was right in front of her. "What if I want to try?"

"Damon … don't. Please, don't do that to me. After all that happened and after all we went through together please don't try to play games with me. I'm tired, really I am. I'm tired of all of those crap that's happening. Don't make our lives more complicated than they already are." Bonnie hated herself for admitting defeat in front of Damon. It wasn't because of him – not anymore – but because she lost her guard around another person. She was the strong one, the reliable one, she couldn't afford it to let her guard down. But now, she'd done it. Silent tears were running down her cheeks.

"I'm not playing any games with you. Why is it so hard for you to believe my words? Like you said after all that happened and after all we went through together I thought we were over that." If she didn't knew it any better she would have believed him. His eyes, his wonderful magical icy-hot eyes, showed great hurt. Bonnie wasn't able to endure his look any longer and closed her eyes. However, she still felt him getting closer again and whispering in her ear. "Just wait. I'm going to proof it to you. I'm being honest with you."

When the little witch opened her eyes again the vampire had disappeared.