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Note: Alright, here's Sunday's chapter. FYI: This will be drawing to a close at some point, I can't say for sure how many chapters I have left to write, but I know it won't be another 10 or 15. Anyway, here's something to complete your weekend. Also, if you're feeling bored and want to read something else I've written please (times a thousand) check out my HP stories. As I've always said, they're like my babies and I'd be really appreciative if I could get some reads/comments on those. I know most of you are probably TVD fans but I promise Year of the Seers is gets good for even you vampire oriented fans. Okay, okay, enough talking. Read read read. Enjoy your week!

Chapter 34

As he walked into Bonnie's room he prepared himself to knock out whoever was waiting for him but he knew realistically no one was inside. Like Klaus said, they weren't planning on hurting him. What he didn't prepare for was seeing Bonnie. He had to clench his teeth and hold his breath when the sight hit him. She was tucked into the hospital bed, plain white sheets covering her as she laid there in one of those ugly hospital gowns, her eyes closed. One arm was in a sling while cuts practically covered her hands, neck and arms. A few bruises were around her face, a cut and swollen lip, a cut just above her eyebrow and a large bandage around her head. He should've been thankful it wasn't around her neck or either leg but still, the thought didn't comfort him. He sat in the chair and scanned the monitors, different colors leading to different machines that went somewhere non visible on Bonnie's body. He looked at her heart rate, it looked normal, she looked stable. But how long could this last? How long before he was looking at her with a life support tube or in a casket.

He started to reach out to take her hand but stopped himself, just touching her now seemed to cause her some kind crisis. Everything he did made her life miserable. Just like Elena. When he arrived, when he went after her more and more bad things happened to her. It may not have been his fault directly that she died, but, he was part of it as a whole. She was sired to him once upon a time and he made her do bad things, he made her feel bad. How soon until he made Bonnie feel bad? But she wasn't Elena; she wouldn't put up with his shit, he knew that, and that gave him a little hope. But she'd also cut ties with him after too much. The only reason she didn't when her dad was turned was because she asked him to give her father blood. That was her own request and she did technically punish him for that.

And how long before he moved on? Before Klaus words affected him and made him run like a coward? How long before he gave up on them? He watched as Bonnie gave a twitch, his mind still thinking. Part of him, somewhere some part of him ached to just be with her like a normal couple, to do normal couple things. To love her without being afraid for her safety. The other part of him wanted to keep her safe; but, was he ready to admit defeat and have someone else protect her? He shook his head at the question, he was not letting Shelia take her. But he needed time, he needed to figure out who was doing this. Obviously being with Stefan didn't help. She was okay in her dorm—until that kid went too far with the flirting—. Why did she act so violently against that anyway? If the spirits didn't want her to be with Damon they wouldn't have done anything, did they know he was watching? Did they figure he would take care of the body—that they'd later somehow have him killed—and blame it on him? Yeah, it caused issues but it wasn't enough to get them to break up, but that period with her at the dorm, she was okay, she wasn't being hurt. She was better off in the dorms not because Damon wasn't there but because there were other potential guys. Someone wanted her to see that.

"Damon…" Bonnie mumbled. It wasn't exactly a mumble, more like gurgle or grunt, but he knew it was his name. Hers would've been the first thing he mumbled if he was in the same situation. She twitched and mumbled again.

"Why were you not paying more attention?" was the first thing out of his mouth as Bonnie made a face, whether in pain or confusion he didn't know. "Listen, you could've died, again, why didn't you think to look around? Where you just that busy skipping around town with Stefan?" he asked, his own voice cold as Bonnie flinched again but this time her eyes seemed to come to life a little. At least she was becoming more conscious, she'd be okay. Physically.

"What's wrong?" she mumbled out as she tried to make an effort to turn—or sit up—but only grimaced as she did and had to lay back down. Damon felt his insides hurting; as much as he wanted to he wasn't going to turn off his emotions, he wasn't going to be gentle.

"I don't want to do this anymore" he started as Bonnie looked at him but remained quiet and still. "I'm hurting you. I'm causing all this damage, you almost died tonight because of me" he told her but she shook her head, he knew she would say something like it was part of the territory or it wasn't a big deal, or something equality as stupid. "As long as we're together you're going to be in this situation" he said as she squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them.

"Please think about what you're saying—" she paused to put pressure on her side, she must have bruised or cracked ribs.

"I am, Bonnie, everyone was right—"

"Since when you do care about what anyone thinks!" she shouted but then bent over in pain as Damon looked away; there was only so much he could take.

"This isn't a discussion, it's an end" he said as he stood up.

"You can't just come in here and decide to end things after…" she trailed off, swallowing hard as she looked away.

"After what Bonnie? After we had sex?" he asked in his most cold and distant tone.

"Is that all you wanted from me?" she asked, still looking away. Damon only snorted in reply, he could let her think whatever she wanted even though he knew the real answer. "What about the cure?" she asked, her lip wobbling for a split second. Her last ditch attempt to keep me here. He thought to himself.

"I gave the stuff to Klaus and told him to find someone else" he said with a shrug. The fact that he was able to do this so coldly scared him; had turning off his humanity so many times enabled him to feel so much less? Or did his humanity turn off by itself because he knew how much of a heartbreak he was putting himself through.

"And what about my dad? You did that to him" she reminded him.

"After you told me to save him" he countered as she took deep breathes.

"Is this your way of protecting because it's not going to work Damon, you know that" she said, her voice expectedly still strong.

"It's my way of telling you I don't wanna be with you anymore. All of this is taking a toll on me too and I'm done. It's the best for both of us, it's safe" he said though he knew he was mostly telling himself that. "I don't want to see you end up dead and have everyone on my case about. This last week has given me time to think, and…I won't this anymore; I talked to Klaus already, he can take it as the sore sport he is" he explained.

"You don't have to protect me Damon, please don't pretend to give up on us, it hurts more" she told him.

"Bonnie, look around, I'm dumping you right now and the spirits haven't done anything. This is for the best" he concluded, his mind laughing at him mockingly.

"Fine Damon" Bonnie started, her voice almost as hard as his. "You can do whatever you want, but I will continue with this cure, not for you; for my father, for Stefan, for Elena. If you want to end things—" she paused to chock back her words. "If you want to quit, fine, but I'm not stopping, they'll see that and when they come after me don't come to help" she chocked out. Damon snorted again as he moved over to lean close to her, he wanted to make sure the spirits heard him and whoever they were relying information back to.

"I won't" he hissed as Bonnie's face remained stiff. "And for the record Bon," he paused, he knew what his next words were going to result in. "You weren't that great" he said and almost instantly felt the slap from Bonnie's hand. "I'll make sure Stefan checks on you before he goes home" he said plainly as he walked out of the room.