A/N: Wow, I can't believe all the reviews and PMs I got for the last chapter – thank you all so much. And thank you to everyone who is reading this story, I forgot to say anything in the last chapters. And also, thank you to everyone who follows the story or me and everyone who added the story or me to their favorites.

Dioramanya: I agree with you on a lot of the things you said about Bonnie and her timid behavior. I see her as passionate but peace-loving and loyal person – and this includes her long time friend Elena. However, I like to think of Stefan as Bonnie's friend. Sure, he doesn't know her for that long and he is the boyfriend of her (best) friend but even though I guess the friendship isn't a strong one or a deep-rooted one, it is still a friendship – as far as it can go with a witch who hates vampires per se. Thanks for your review.

Guest (1): Exactly. I tried to make Elena not look as much of a jealous _ … uhm … girl … but I guess my aggravation with season 3 made itself known. Thanks for reviewing.

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Chapter 14:

Who ever had the moronic idea to go through all the grimoires and diaries and books? Damon had needed full on 30 minutes to collect all the books with possible answers to their questions out of the library and study. He'd never been so glad that he didn't need to take a breath anymore as when he grabbed the dusty notebooks .

The vampire brought all the necessary books into the library before he texted Bonnie that their plan was still running and he was going to come pick her up at 7 pm sharp.

One hour left to get the other things he was going to need.

Entering the supermarket Damon couldn't remember when he'd last been grocery shopping. Usually, Stefan bought meals and snacks to keep up appearance or Elena brought her favorites over. However, he wouldn't deliver his little witch what some other person wanted – she'd get what she preferred. Everything but him – he was wanted by a lot of women and he was going to convince the witch that he was what she, too, preferred.

For the first time in a long while the vampire completely ignored the glances and stares the female patrons shot his way. Running errands took longer than he thought (compulsion only minimized the cue but couldn't make the workers work faster, they were just to incompetent).

Damon returned home with half an hour to spare. Depositing the snacks with the books in the library, he left the room and went to get some drinks. Bonnie thought he was an a$$? He would show her what killing with kindness meant. (Or he would get her drunk – he wasn't quite sure which way to go yet.)

One hop under the shower later, the older Salvatore was about to leave the house. Five minutes were left to get to Bonnie on time.

"Damon, where are you going?"

He should have known it, it'd been too good to be true. Stefan had to pass him up.

"Somewhere. Didn't we talk a few times about you wanting to know everything and me opening up to you? Not going to happen." Impatiently, Damon looked at the time. He needed to get going. "Now, let me leave. I have places to see and people to do." His little brother never got the concept.

"Damon...", Stefan began again.

"Stefan...", Damon mocked him. Deciding to cut him some slack, he gave a bit away. "Just go over to Elena and leave us alone. I'm not going to hurt her."

Stefan gave him a short nod and Damon left.

Seven pm sharp, Damon knocked on the front door of the Bennett home. He heard Bonnie up in her room. After waiting a few moments, he knocked again before leaning against the banister of the porch.

Exactly seven minutes after seven (typical witch antics. What was their obsession with repdigits or numbers in general?) Bonnie came out. "Hey", the girl smiled.

"Don't you 'hey' me. Did you get my text?", Damon asked.

"Yes", Bonnie answered questioningly, internally she was grinning.

"I told you I'd be over 7 sharp, didn't I?"

"Yes Damon. You told me", the witch informed him. "However, I won't tend to your every whim. You won't see me asking how high when you tell me to jump."

Witches. Bennett witches. "Women." Did he say that out loud?

The glare she shot him told him, yes, he did.

"Give me your bags and hop on", Damon covered quick.

"What?"

"Bags. Things made out of cloth or leather or synthetic etc., where you put other, smaller things into, so that you can carry them around easily", Damon mocked. "Those things on both of your shoulders."

"Oh why, gee, thanks Damon. That was exactly what I didn't get." Only a few short minutes in his company and she was fed up with him. Angrily, she pushed both of her bags full with grimoires into Damon's chest forcing him to grab them.

The vampire put the strings of the bags over his shoulders, one on each side before addressing Bonnie once again. "Hop on."

"What?" Didn't we have the same conversation just seconds ago?

"Hop on."

"What? Where?" He wasn't suggesting what she thought he was, was he?

"My back. You see a car here? I thought you would be more comfortable on my back but if you can't wait to put your legs around my waist and press your lithe little body and your two girls against me, be my guest", the man leered. Okay, so he was probably going with getting her drunk and not killing her with kindness – so what?

Bonnie shook her head. What had she agreed to? Hesitantly, she turned to Damon wondering for a short moment if she should go with his second suggestion. His look would be priceless.

However, she didn't want to risk anything so she climbed on his back. Where had the good old days gone when a girl rode on the handle bar or the crossbar of his bike?

"Ready?" Damon grinned over his shoulder at her.

The girl closed her eyes and sighed.

When the cutting wind was over and they were standing in front of the Boarding House, Bonnie hadn't even finished her sigh. That was fast.

"So, how was your first time." The vampire couldn't resist to ask.

"Fast", the Bennett witch deadpanned.

A bit muffed, Damon had to give her that one. He did provoke her and ran right into that.

Dismounting her from his back, he tried it again. "No, honestly, how was it? Everything all right? Or are you flustered?" Okay, not much better but … oh well.

"You know if I didn't want to get to the bottom of all that as much as you, I'd leave right now. And if you really want to know, my ears are ringing, my vision is blurry and my hair is a mess."

"Okay, okay. I back off." Damon gave in as vampire and witch walked to the front door. "Before we enter, I have to tell you something."

Bonnie glanced at Damon, he was unusually serious which scared her. What was he going to say? Did he just play with her? Was nothing what he said true? Did something else happen?

"When we came back this afternoon, Elena waited for you." The girl nodded. "And like Elena waited for you, Stefan did for me. And I was so right before. He totally lectured me. I asked him to leave tonight because otherwise he would be pestering us all the time and he nodded. But I neither know if he already left nor if he really meant it. Just be prepared for an interrogation."

Fighting the smile that was about to break out, Bonnie nodded. "Okay." It was cute how he warned her. It almost felt like meeting the family for the first time.

With one last look at Bonnie, Damon opened the door for his little witch and let her enter. He didn't know why but it felt more intimate to have her in his home than before. Not knowing where they were to do this, Bonnie waited for Damon to lead the way, falling a few steps behind when he climbed up the stairs to the library. So what, she admitted he was attractive and who could blame her for enjoying the view?

"What did you put into those bags? Bricks?" Damon asked as he took the straps off his shoulders.

When Bonnie entered the library, she was speechless. With wide eyes she took in the books and cozy corner Damon had prepared. Two blankets were spread out on the floor to make it more comfortable. The necessary notebooks were stapled around the blankets. Snacks and drinks were next to them.

That cozy little corner was the last thing she had expected – of the evening and of Damon himself. "Wow", muttered Bonnie under her breath.

Damon, however, brushed it off like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Sit."

Bonnie decided to play along. There was no use in pointing it out when he didn't want it to be a huge deal. Besides, the sparks in her eyes spoke volumes of how much she appreciated this.

The feeling of glee she felt every time she was with Damon ever since the cure of the werewolf bite, spread and intensified all through her body.

Witch and vampire had just made themselves comfortable on the blankets. Bonnie was holding a grimoire in her hands while Damon just looked at her. They were talking about what to look for in those books, what could help them, anything that could prevent that infamous pain or get their feelings and emotions under control, any information about the consequences of the 'True Love's Kiss' magic, when Stefan walked in.

"Oh … hey Bonnie", Stefan said.

Still looking in Damon's direction, Bonnie rolled her eyes at Damon. They both knew Stefan was only playing the innocent act.

"Hey Stefan."

"So, what are you two doing?", he inquired.

Whereas Bonnie had a hard time fighting the smile and laugh that wanted to break out, Damon wanted to kill his brother. That was exactly why he didn't tell him anything. Stefan never listened to him. Why did he even bother?

"Stuff. You wanted to leave." Damon told his brother.

"I'm on my way. I just wanted to say 'hey'. How are you, Bonnie? Everything alright?"

"I'm good. Everything is fine." Bonnie played along. "Have fun. Good night."

The younger Salvatore was dumbfounded. Did Bonnie really just end the conversation? She just dismissed him.

Smiling, Stefan eased off. "Okay, okay. I can take a hint", he smiled. "Good night. Have fun with whatever you're doing."

With that he left his brother and friend alone.

"I warned you. I told him to leave. I even gave him more information than usually. But does he listen? No, my brother has to play chaperone and make sure the kids don't do anything stupid."

Damon was ranting. He had started the moment the front door closed behind Stefan. Another first, Bonnie would never have thought she'd see Damon rambling – scratch that, she didn't think he did that – never.

But there they were, still in the library and while Bonnie kept sitting on the blankets, Damon had stood and was now pacing in front of her – left and right, left and right. It was hypnotic.

"You know, he didn't only accuse me of kidnapping you but he implied other things. Like harming you and forcing myself on you. My own brother believes I'd do that. I never once in my life did something like that. Not during the war, not now. I never even compelled a girl to sleep with me. I only compel them for a gulp and for them to forget the biting.

"And now my brother thinks I would do that to the one person who saved me? The one person who can fight me? If I wanted you gone I would have done something the moment I met you. I never played nice with people who wanted to harm me. Ask Mason Werewolf or Klaus Original. I wanted them gone and I never pretended otherwise. You're still here. Why do they think I would hurt you now?

"And to do that to you? Honestly? Why? Why does my own brother think that of me? There a lot of things he can accuse me of that are actually true but something like that? Shouldn't he know me better?"

It broke Bonnie's heart seeing him like that. No, Damon wasn't close to tears or broken but knowing how much his brother meant to him – and for Bonnie it was obvious even when Damon tried to hide it – and hearing him say those words and to realize that Damon was the one closer to his brother than the other way around, realizing that Stefan did indeed accuse him of such things and thought him possible of doing stuff like that, was too much.

Again doing something she never thought she'd do in her lifetime, the girl stood up, walked over to Damon and hugged him. The vampire stiffened as the witch's arms hold him tight. He couldn't remember the last time someone had given him a hug just for the sake of giving him a hug. After a few minutes he relaxed and returned Bonnie's embrace squeezing the girl tight. It was nice to have someone who didn't only expect the worst behavior from him.

Huh, he'd never thought that person to be Bonnie.

After a few calming moments, they released each other and went back to sit down again. Observing his behavior, Bonnie had o fight her smile. Big, bad boy Salvatore was nervously glancing around the room, visible embarrassed. Too bad he couldn't blush anymore, Bonnie would have had some fun pointing his pink cheeks out.

Deciding to cut him some slack, he seemed to have gone through quite a lot of different emotions during the short hours of their separation. For the first time since they took residence in the library, witch and vampire went to their task.

"You found anything?" The vampire asked hours later.

"Not really. Just some tidbits here and there but not really anything we don't know or haven't figured out", sighed the Bennett witch. Sometimes she hated her restrictions. What good did witchcraft do when it was useless every time you were in need of it?

"I don't even know what I'm looking for."

Bonnie shot him an exasperated glare. "And you couldn't have said anything, I don't know, when we started?!"

"Because you know what we're looking for", Damon responded.

As much as she wanted to argue, he was right. They both were fishing in the dark.

"Come here", Damon told Bonnie.

"Come here, please", he reticulated when he saw Bonnie's still present glare. She tried to teach him a lesson earlier in the evening about 'telling her to do something' but he was used to tell people what to do – he'd done it all his life. Even when he'd still been human. He didn't mean it in a mean way but the stoic, independent woman in front of him had to take it the wrong way.

Neither Elena nor Caroline ever did that – okay Elena acted like a brat when he told her 'no' and with Caroline it could be that it was the compulsion that had her do a lot of things he told her to but whatever.

Looking satisfied and quite proud with herself, Bonnie rose to her knees and knee-walked over to Damon. For the first time she was bigger than Damon who was still sitting.

"Sit down, please", Damon added after seeing her rise one eyebrow.

Bonnie did as he'd asked her.

Suddenly, her ankles were grabbed, her legs stretched out over his and his arm was around her shoulder. When Bonnie knew what was going on and looked at Damon for a hint, he was reading through the book in his hand that was around Bonnie.

First, she wanted to protest. Who did he think he was? However, it was comfortable and the warmth radiating off his body felt too nice to move away. Putting her own book on her lap to read, Bonnie enjoyed their position. Not that she would ever admit it to him.

Emerged in the grimoires, Damon noticed a shift in the weight on his body. A small smile graced his lips when he realized that the young woman in his arms had put her head on his shoulder. Looking down at her to see how she was going to react when he let her know he noticed it, he realized his little witch had fallen asleep.

His smile broadened. The peaceful look on her face let her look so young. Gently, he put the book out of his hand and moved Bonnie's out of her lap. Carefully, the vampire rose and carried Bonnie to bed – his bed.

The young woman had been smarter this time. She'd known what they were going to do and came prepared in shorts and tank top. For a moment he thought about relieving Bonnie of the discomfort of her bra – just to let her sleep better –, but decided against it. No one knew what she was capable of when she'd found out about his audacity.

Putting her under the blanket, he went back to the library to tidy up and put everything to their original places. As he was walking back to his room, Damon took his time to process everything. Honestly, did that day really happen? However, he could hear Bonnie sleeping in his room verifying it had been real.

Luckily, Stefan hadn't returned and let Bonnie and him be. Damon knew sooner or later they would have to tell the others of their little group. But for now, he wanted to keep it to him and Bonnie. It was between them and didn't concern anyone else. Not yet.

And seeing how Stefan and Elena had reacted he didn't want to tell anything more about the consequences and meanings to them or anyone else. (At least until he had to get Caroline on his side again. That girl could get Bonnie to do anything.)

Quietly, he opened his door and sneaked in his room. After brushing his teeth (even as a vampire you had to take care of human needs. What would a vampire do if his fangs fell out?), he went over to his bed, ridding himself of his clothes until he was down to his boxers and climbed under the sheets to Bonnie. (Hey, she did it first.)

Slowly, Bonnie woke up. Still in the state between awake and sleep she noticed she wasn't lying on her soft pillow but on a more solid surface. Blinking a few times, the memories of last night came back to her and with them the realization what it was she was laying on: Damon's chest.

Bonnie froze.

Calming herself, Bonnie tried to move away from Damon without waking him up. Quite a challenge when her head not only was resting on his chest but his arm was around her shoulder as well. Typically Damon, even in his sleep he tried to control everyone.

Soon the little witch had to face that it was impossible to move away from a vampire without him taking notice. Their instincts and senses were too sharp and sensitive.

Blushing crimson as his penetrating eyes opened and stared into her green ones, Bonnie greeted him timidly. "Morning", Bonnie whispered with a small unsure smile.

She didn't know what to feel. Embarrassment was the most prominent, but there was a calmness she wasn't used to and irritation and uncertainty, too.

Damon, seizing the moment, squeezed the girl in his arms, calmness and happiness spreading all through his body. Holding her more tightly when Bonnie tried to leave, he gave her a mischievous grin before letting her go.

"This never happened", the witch warned him as she sat up. However, she didn't get far. His mattress was just too comfy and his sheets too warm to get up yet. Instead she laid back down and turned to face him.

The vampire rose his eyebrows at her. First, she was hell-bent on getting out of his bed and then she laid back down? Mood-swings anyone?

"So, what did Stefan want to know yesterday? Did he lecture you?" The Bennett witch inquired curiously.

"You know him. 'What did you do, where did you go, did you hurt her, what were you doing with her, stay away from her, don't hurt her, you hurt everyone, you're bad, you're guilty, the war in the Middle East is your fault, and the world hunger, and hurricanes and flash floods and forest fires. Elena was worried.' The usual", Damon told her with underlying resentment.

Bonnie's eyes widened at Damon's revelation, at Elena's name the little witch stiffened. Did Stefan really do that? Trying to bait him with Elena? Was he pushing his girlfriend into his brother's arms intentionally?!

"What did Elena demand to know?", Damon grinned at Bonnie turning on to his side to face her.

"You wanna know?", the girl asked. Damon nodded. "You really wanna know?", she smiled. Damon nodded again.

"Pretty much what we expected before. Where we have been, what is going on, where you took me, what we did, disbelieving me when I told her we were hanging out and talking, interrogating about you, guilt tripping me, you know, the usual", Bonnie threw his words back at him, grinning.

Together witch and vampire enjoyed the calmness and tranquility of the awakening hours. That was until a loud grumble of Bonnie's stomach disrupted their peace.

Bonnie's cheeks blushed while Damon murmured to her. "I get it, I get it. You want me to feed you again." Said and done. The vampire got up and went down into the kitchen.