Author note: I own nothing! Also I want to make it clear that I love Bonnie, anything that happens in the story is only for effect, thanks. :D

Chapter 3:

Bonnie had been working at the Salvatore mansion for over a week now and she was only just becoming accustomed to her duties. Her and Damon had, had a few conversations and they were getting along quite well. However, with all the work Bonnie had, she hadn't much time to talk. Also, Emily had been tending to Katherine hand and foot so Bonnie and her had only been able to exchange quick "hi" s or" hello's. As for Katherine, Bonnie kept noticing the evil stares she had been getting. But Bonnie resolved by ignoring them. She knew all Katherine wanted was a reaction, therefore the brave heroic Salvatore brothers could come to her rescue. That or Bonnie would be her evening snack.

She had concluded that Katherine was a vampire and that the Salvatore brothers were in fact human. Bonnie had thought of whether she should use her powers to stop Katherine from using compulsion on the Salvatore's, perhaps placing vervain in their drinks... But she decided against it. Bonnie was anxious that If she changed much within the past, she wouldn't have her best friend in the future. But Bonnie still hated to see Damon and Stefan so lovesick over a demon who really had other intensions…

The witch decided to take her anger out on the floor, brushing it hard with her water, soap and scrubbing brush. She heard someone stood behind her, so she quickly reeled around shouting out. "Be-careful the floor's wet." Forgetting that fact herself and tumbling down. Bonnie scrunched her eyes up tight bracing herself for impact, but all she felt was strong hands, wrap their way around her waist. Finally thinking she was safe Bonnie peeked out, only to go lurching forward as her saviour fell to the floor.

"Woah!" They both cried out as their bodies crashed to the cold, solid ground. As Bonnie was connected to a muscular chest, she noticed it was very sculpted and toned. Toned? Was that even a word yet? The witch heard melodic laughing and felt it erupting off the person's chest. She looked up to see none other than Damon Salvatore. "Hello Damon." Bonnie beamed. She was beginning to see him as more of a friend, like back in the future… Does that make sense? Damon gave her a toothy grin causing her heart to flutter as they lay there contently. "Hello fascinating." He had adopted to calling Bonnie this nickname. It always made her slightly concerned, whether Damon would find out her real origin because of his curiosity.

"What would happen if someone saw us like this?" Bonnie asked nervously. "Oh forget anyone who sees us! I've already done enough to irritate my father to drive him mad." She found it amazing how Damon could be so blatantly open to her and tell her this. But, although she already knew a lot about Damon. She wanted to hear more from this version… "Why? What have you done to displease him?" Bonnie questioned seeming curious. "Wait, sorry that was informal of me. It's none of my business really…" Bonnie trailed off, she could really get into serious trouble from her casual tone.

"DAMON GIUSEPPE SALVATORE!" Damon's father boomed as he ran down the corridor, causing Bonnie and Damon to both shoot up in fear. "Don't worry I won't let him hurt you." Damon said softly. If Bonnie was honest she was more worried about Damon. His father sounded absolutely livid. She stood to the side trying to sweep the floor quietly so she would go unnoticed. "Nice to see you too father." Damon stated giving his father a tight smile which was incredibly fake. "I got word that you left the Confederate army not on leave, but you quit!" Giuseppe held up an envelope as if to prove his point. "Yes dad, what about it?" Damon sniggered, Bonnie wondered if he had a death wish?

"YOU'RE A COWARD!" Giuseppe stepped forward to slap his eldest son but his hand connected with something else. As Damon opened his tightly screwed up eyes, he saw a head of dark brown hair stood in front of him. "Bonnie…" He choked. Bonnie's nose was now bleeding but the witch didn't care. "Stupid girl." Giuseppe taunted, angry she had taken his son's punishment. "I'm sorry sir, but, he does not believe in the cause. Isn't it more manly to make your own choices than follow everyone else like sheep and their flocks." Giuseppe stood there flabbergasted. None of his servants had ever questioned him like that. The old overbearing man wrenched her delicate risk yanking her through the winding corridors, leaving behind a frozen pale faced Damon Salvatore before he quickly ran after them taking five minutes to get there.

Giuseppe was harshly whipping the disobedient servant. Tears were spouting for her deep chocolate brown eyes but she was toughly holding them in. She also took to biting down hard on her lip to stop herself from screaming and giving the old cruel man his pleasure. "Do you enjoy this? Taking it out on servants?" Bonnie hissed out annoyed groaning as she took another hit.

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Damon was finally at the torture room waiting to hear her screams, but they never came. "Do you enjoy this? Taking it out on servants?" He heard Bonnie sieve out. He entered the room to see a site that made his heart swell twice its size. There sat Bonnie, blood seeping out of her shirt and shaking in pain. "Father, that is enough." Damon called out his voice harsh and cold. "Dinner is almost ready and you are needed to greet the guests." Giuseppe threw the whip down angrily and stormed fiercely out.

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The eldest Salvatore quickly ran to Bonnie's care. "Bonnie! Are you alright? Why did you even do that?" The girl groaned in pain but still replied. "I'm fine, just a scratch." That was far from true. Damon gave her a disbelieving look. "I couldn't take the way your father had been treating you! Someone had to stand up for you…" Bonnie trailed off embarrassed. "You really are exotic aren't you?" Damon teased picking her up bridal style, noticing how Bonnie winced as he lifted her in the air. "Let's go get you cleaned up." He whispered softly, taking her down a few back corridors trying to avoid being seen by anyone. He had never really interacted with the servants, why was he so friendly with Bonnie?

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Damon took out a pair of scissors, tweezers, Bandages and ointment to stop infection. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut off your outfit Bonnie…" Damon didn't want to invade the girl's privacy. He felt wrong doing so…

Bonnie moaned out in pain. "It's ok, just do it!" Bonnie didn't mind her best friend seeing her well… Half naked. Forgetting that this technically wasn't her best friend, or at least not yet. Damon gracefully worked around Bonnie, tending to the gashes his father had given her. They weren't too deep but they certainly looked painful. Damon wrapped around the wounds tightly with bandages, deciding he would call upon a doctor in the morning. She was fast asleep in Damon's comfy bed in a deep sleep. He carefully placed a quilt over her petite body and placed a light kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight Bonnie Bennett, sleep well." He murmured in her ear lying on the cold floor and trying to sleep.

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Author note: Thank you for reading! I own nothing, I'm sorry if you didn't like the chapter... Hope you did thanks for reading Xxx (Let me know if I made any mistakes)