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Note: Since you guys are awesome and I know you don't like things ending sadly for Bamon I wrote another chapter to lift your spirits. I hope. And once again thank you for reading/looking at my other stories. =) Enjoy.

Chapter 8

Getting home was harder than he thought, mostly because he wondered where Bonnie was supposed to go to be safe. And mostly because he kept replying their argument in his head. She said she hated him, but that couldn't be true, could it? Yes, he was responsible for taking out three of her family members, including her—a long time ago—but she was supposed to be pass that. Or getting pass it. Her father was alive, did that not matter? He wasn't going to stay like that. Everything was going to be okay. If not for his sake, for hers. At least she just wanted to be left alone, at least she didn't decide to dump him. Though, hating him could count as relationship over. He thought morbidly as he continued down the side of the road.

Just as he reached his house he decided to call Klaus. "Hello mate," Klaus said cheerful from the other end.

"I'm not your mate, what the hell is your problem, I told you I'd talk to her. There is no rush, there was no need to hurt her dad" he said as Klaus gave a light laugh.

"Well, if you want to be fair, I had help" he said as Damon squinted his eyes. "And hey, it did the trick though, you called. I mean, I know there's the three day waiting rule and all" Klaus said humorously.

"Fuck you" Damon spat as Klaus laughed.

"Speaking of fucking, was it a bad time to attack? Were you and Bonnie working on your relationship, were things going just peachy?" he asked sarcastically.

"This obviously just isn't about the cure, so what the hell do you want?" Damon asked.

"Well, honestly, I want to help a fellow vampire out. The sooner Bonnie realizes what you—we are—the sooner she'll get the cure and the sooner she'll put out; she'll never give in while you're still s monster so she's going to wait" Klaus teased as Damon gripped the phone. "Oh, wait, but you're not planning on taking the cure, how well do you think that's going to go over with Bonnie? Do you plan to tell her before or after you finally convince her to screw you?" Klaus asked as Damon ended the call, taking deep breathes as he tried not to break his phone. His phone beeped twice and he shook the anger out of his eyes long enough to realize he had a text message.

I'm safe, going to see Klaus tomorrow. Keep my father safe.

He stared at the message. What in the world was Bonnie's problem? Why did she need to be so headstrong when she knew how dangerous Klaus could be?

Uh, no, I'll pick you up and we can go together tomorrow. Stefan will keep your father safe. *smiley face*

He hit send and only had to wait a few seconds to get a responds.

You're an asshole Damon.

He rocked on his heels, he wasn't if she meant it as a defeated comment or 'you're really an asshole' comment. When she didn't respond he quickly typed back.

I know. I'll pick you up at 8.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he looked around. He hated being defeated. He hated falling for someone, he hated caring. And Bonnie was slowly making him into something he didn't think was possible. He didn't think this Damon existed anymore. But here he was, not angrily wanting to kill the nearest person because Bonnie was mad, not wanting to turn off his emotions or act psycho because Bonnie called him an asshole. No, he simply felt, normal. Like it was a normal couple's fight. Pretty fucked details, but nonetheless, he still cared, and he knew she did too. She was just pissed.

I love you Bonnie, sleep well.

He pressed send and shoved the phone back into his pocket. If anything it would annoy Bonnie, she hated how he was persistent. And this was a good thing to be persistent about. He pulled out his phone again and called Klaus back. "We'll be there tomorrow" he said and then without waiting for a response he ended the call and walked into the house.

"Damon" Stefan said in surprise as he walked into the living room with two glasses.

"Don't look so surprised to see me, I live here" he told his brother but stopped short upon seeing Mr. Bennett. "Listen, Stefan, I know you like to make friends, but don't you think this guy is a little old for you?" Damon pretended to whisper.

"Is this how you deal with everything? Make a joke?" Mr. Bennett asked angrily.

"Pretty much" Damon said helping himself to a glass of Bourbon. "Want me to text Bonnie and let her know she's safe to go home?" Damon asked but Stefan shook his head.

"I called her, her dad wanted to say goodnight, are you two okay? She sounded…" Stefan started but trailed off as Damon rolled his eyes and then nodded toward Mr. Bennett.

"Not that I don't have a right to know about my daughter's hazardous relationships" Mr. Bennett said as Damon coughed loudly and swallowed his drink.

"Well then you should probably also know we've been together for a few weeks now but don't worry, I practice safe sex" he said with a wink. Mr. Bennett had him pinned to a wall in seconds. Maybe Damon did want to be punished for hurting Bonnie. He just always picked the worst ways, though this was probably among the top three. "Tight grip…" he said as Mr. Bennett smashed his head into the wall, leaving a dent.

"Stop" Stefan said pulling Mr. Bennett away. "Damon, just go" he added as Damon fixed his shirt and started for the stairs.

"By the way, we're going to see Klaus tomorrow, try and start making a list of ingredients. We'll be back for dinner" he continued sarcastically as he heard Stefan restrain Mr. Bennett. As he walked into his room he checked his phone.

Don't be late Damon.

Was all Bonnie's message said. It was something, wasn't what he hoped but more than he expected. More than he deserved really. If she had been here she certainly would've attempted to kill him again. Even though Bonnie was changing him he still had a long way to go.