Hey hey hey! I've returned. Bonnie and Damon mixed bodies return! Yeah, sorry for the more-than-half-a-year-disappearance...

Bonnie

I was traumatized. I hadn't lied to Damon. It wasn't like I hadn't seen a body…it was just…looking down through my own eyes and not seeing 'the usual' and seeing and feeing no weight on my chest and this…thing hanging between my legs… you can't tell me you wouldn't be traumatized either…I mean it was large!

And so, to take my mind off of that horrifying image, I needed something strong enough to erase it…like a scary movie.

But why didn't I think about the most important fact? The part where scary movies paralyzed me with terror?

And all these events led to where I was now, not able to tear my eyes from the screen where a person was literally getting fried alive. God! Who would enjoy such a movie. An unladylike snort came from beside me, and looked over to see my body laughing…well, it was Damon in my body laughing, but it was still weird calling him Damon when he was in my body.

A scream from the TV caught my attention. I didn't want to, but it was like invisible hands took me by the chin and made me look. I regretted it as a weird looking ghost/monster pounced on one of the four remaining survivors. Blood splurted on the walls, and then a thud, and a head rolled into the camera's view. I screamed…or tried to. With the bass tone I was involuntarily stuck with, it sounded like a strangled high-pitched yell. Damon laughed next to me, making my once beautiful laugh into a dark, evil thing that sent shivers down my back. It was then that I realized that somewhere along the way, I had grabbed onto him out of fright.

I jumped away from my body, hiding my face in the couch. "Turn it off!" I yelled over the suspense music put on full blast. Had it been my idea to turn up the volume that high?

"What was that?" Damon asked.

"Turn off the movie!" I yelled louder, trying to make myself heard over another bloodcurdling scream. Damon just turned my smile into an wicked smirk. God, just looking at myself like this was like a nightmare! How was I going to sleep tonight? "Oh never mind, I will do it myself."

I got up as soon as the tantalizingly building music was at its peak, and cut off to foreshadowing silence. I hurried over to the entertainment center, and reached for the power off button, but I was too late. Now I was nearly part of the movie with how close my face was.

And the DUN! Followed by the whole TV consumed with a scene that almost had me retching. Someone's heart had been ripped from their chest, the blood spitting from his mouth and out of the gaping hole in his chest.

"Oh man! Did you see that! He's holding his heart!" Damon exclaimed. My voice blurting that only fueled my nightmare.

I fell to my knees, never getting the chance to turn off the system. I clapped both hands over my ears, rocking back and forth, shivering from head to toe. This was so terrifying.

It brought back unwanted memories. Unwanted thoughts. Unwanted feelings, this terror of mine.

"Turnitoffturnitoffturnitoff."I could hear the shake in the tenor voice I was using, couldn't do anything about it. Even with my eyes completely screwed shut, the images were there, and the darkness heightened my feelings.

This must've been what hell was like. I could never get this scared at any other place.

Damon

Her fear was a tangent thing. For once, I didn't think about her him my body. It was like I was seeing just her. In her own body crouched on the floor in front of the TV, rocking back and forth on her feet. Even from the couch, I could see her shaking.

"Bonnie?" I called out, but she didn't answer. I don't even think she heard me.

I walked over and completely switched off everything. The TV, DVD player, speakers…and yet she still sat crouched, rocking back and forth, still mumbling to turn it off. I don't think it was much of the movie that she wanted off, but the images glued to the insides of her tightly shut eyelids.

I sighed. She hadn't been this afraid of scary movies before…I wondered if it had become a problem after that time. She had acted as though it wasn't that big of a deal…

I wondered if she blamed me for more than just that date.

Putting aside my thoughts, I bent down and lightly touched her shoulder. Only then did it occur to me again that she was using my body. It hadn't even occurred to me how she had made me look.

For once I could say that I was worried. The kind of worry that made you afraid.

"Bonnie?" I said her name again, squatting next to her, yet she wasn't aware of my presence at all. It wasn't until I pulled her into my fragile arms that she actually looked up at me with a startled expression. Then she sagged against me, her whole body shuddering. For once in my life I felt what a girl felt.

Not able to fully wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, but just being close, and the fact that you knew that you could provide even a little bit of comfort in his worst times, it was a settling feeling. One that explained a lot more than Play-Boy Damon had ever understood before. My heart grew warm instantly.

No wonder the millions of girls had always wanted to fall asleep in my arms, their tiny thin arms circling me.

"Damon…I wish things were back to the way they were before I left." I rubber her back still feeling the tremors run through the massive body.

"Yeah. Me too." I don't know how long we stayed like that, but the phone rang, making us jump in surprise. "Let me get that." I said, but all I did was look in the direction of the phone. I didn't want to move. I felt so comfortable right here. I didn't want it to end, but then Bonnie nudged me. I sighed, reluctantly letting my arms fall away from her shoulders and went to answer the still-ringing phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh, so you were over at the Salvatore house." My eyes grew wide.

"Grams!" I exclaimed. Bonnie started at the name, those dark eyes I was used to seeing only in the mirror instantly bored into me.

"Why yes it's your grandmother." I pointed to the phone, mouthing "she's on the phone." Her eyes got big.

"How'd you know I was here?" I asked. Bonnie, or rather, I hadn't told the lady where I would be when I left this morning. The actual Bonnie rushed over to me, and put her ear near the phone so she could hear what Grams was saying.

"Well, you were with Damon earlier, right? I figured if you weren't there, he could still give me a lead to where you were." I should've known the old lady was wise. In fact, she was so wise, I almost wanted to tell her the situation we were in, but…bad idea. It was better to keep shut about everything until we knew more about this situation.

"Yeah." I replied simply, not knowing what to say.

"Well, little lady, I was just wondering whether you'd be coming home anytime…or were you staying at a friend's tonight?"

"Um, I was planning on staying at Dam-"

Bonnie shook her head frantically, mouthing quickly, "No!"

"Actually, I wasn't sure…" Bonnie picked up the pen and pad that always sat next to the phone and scribbled furiously as I tried to fill in the awkward silence. "Maybe I would go to Meredith's, or Elena's…" She practically threw the pad at me. I tried reading her chicken scratch, barely made out her note. "Or…I could just go home tonight. Yeah. That's what I'll do."

"Alright honey. When will you be home?"

"Ah, uh…soon?" I shrugged at Bonnie who glared at me. Man, were my eyes always so disconcerting?

"Okay, dinner will be waiting."

"Okay. Bye-bye."

"Goodbye."

And we hung up as the real Bonnie, not I, the pseudo-Bonnie, face-palming .

"What now?" I asked.

"I never say bye to Grams like that." She looked grumpy.

"How am I supposed to know? Besides, she didn't make a fuss about it." I said. "There, problem solved." I smiled, and Bonnie l looked at me.

Then she smiled. "I have a nice smile." She commented.

"Yeah, and you're ruining my wicked one with your sappy one." I rolled my eyes playfully and Bonnie laughed. I was genuinely relieved. It seemed the incident earlier wasn't on her mind much anymore. "Well now. Time to spend time with ol' Gramsie."

Bonnie looked instantly troubled. "Damon…"

"What? It's not like I'm going to give away our secret. It's better for no one to find out." I picked up the leather jacket I had worn out the McCullough house.

"Yeah." Bonnie agreed. "But…" She said and then was quiet for a minute as though she didn't know what to say. "Just be careful Damon." She finally said.

"I will." I walked to the door, reaching for the doorknob before a thought occurred to me. "Bonnie, do you have a license?"

"Ah…no…" I sighed.

"Do you even know how to drive?" I asked, dreading the answer.

"Um…just a little…not really…"

I sighed louder, dragging it out longer than the previous one. I couldn't believe what I was about to suggest. "I guess you're about to learn."

So sorry. I know it's been so long since my last update on here, I've just been...focused on other stories. But this weekend(Thurs and Fri), I was travelling and had the opportunity to think. I've written this chappie, but it turned out so sad. Not the usual funny-ness.

I'm already working on the next chapter. It's already halfway finished. And I promise it's funny.

~Kyeire~