Chapter 4:

Bonnie awoke rather early in the morning. It was still dark outside. "This doesn't look like my room…" Bonnie mumbled as she gracefully pushed herself up in the unusually comfy bed. The events of yesterday replayed in her head, making her wince at the memory. She thought of how she would have to thank Damon later. Where was he? She wondered as her feet trailed across the cold floor. As her head looked towards the ground she saw the form of a sleeping boy with black, unruly hair. Bonnie held a secret smile, finding it cute that Damon had given up his bed for her and slept all night on the floor. Bonnie slowly tiptoed away, she hated to admit it but she was beginning to like this Damon.

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One week later

Bonnie and Damon had been becoming unseemly close. It was like every time he thought of her the girl appeared. Damon was sat down at his mahogany wooden desk, writing in a leather bound diary.

Dear diary,

I decided I would start keeping a journal to blog my times with my new found friend Bonnie. Bonnie, where do I start? I find Miss Bennett very intriguing and interesting. She speaks with a peculiar tongue that is very outplace within this society and out of term, plus her behaviour is very different to the stuck up girls of the town.

She radiates such fresh new beauty, strange to any man of the period. Not only is she fascinating within her ways but also she stands up for herself and what she believes in. No other young lady would dare to question a man's authority. However, Bonnie does and takes up the punishment in her stride, not allowing herself to show any inflict of pain. Angering her master further as she will not satisfy them with a scream. So far Bonnie has captivated me, even more so than Lady Katherine whom seems to have my little brother wrapped up in his own fascination. It almost concerns me how attached Stefan has become to Miss Pierce, as though she has him under some sort an evil spell.

Stefan now is sneaking off at odd times and forgets small parts of our conversations and remembers moments that have never even happened. Father has been getting under my skin even more so than he had been before seemingly because of his recent discovery of me leaving the confederacy. Although, I have been trying to avoid father as if he finds of my new attachment to the servant girl who had saved me, he may do something rash! I could never allow something to happen to Bonnie again! I shall keep you informed of my times I spend with Miss Bennett

Damon

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Bonnie was stalking around the mansion. She still wasn't quite used to its proximity, and was always finding herself lost. A vast carriage pulled up outside the entrance. Four horses pulling it, Bonnie could tell this was an important person. As the carriage came to a complete holt the door snapped open revealing a strange sight to Bonnie's eyes. Out stepped none other than Jeremy Gilbert, Elena Gilbert and Jonathan Gilbert. This surely couldn't be possible.? It was 1864! Bonnie went over to greet her old friends, unsure of whether they would know her. As Bonnie looked into the eyes of Elena there was no recognition shining in her doe brown eyes.

"Could you please place our luggage in our designated room?" John asked Bonnie impatiently tapping his foot.

"Bonnie, sir."

"What?" He asked blatantly confused, none of his servant would ever talk back as though he was a commoner of her status.

"My name is Bonnie sir." Bonnie replied taking hold of the four bags of luggage and hauling them inside the Salvatore estate.

"Emily?" Bonnie hissed urgently as she heaved the four bags upon her back.

"Can I help you, cousin?" Emily and Bonnie had now adopted to calling each other cousins to avoid suspicion as everyone knew they were related.

"Yes, firstly where do I put this?" She indicated the heavy baggage. "Also, I need to tell you something…" Emily nodded.

"I shall show you to our guest's rooms then you can talk away!"

Emily led Bonnie up the stairs and along three corridors. "Here." Bonnie dumped down the bags, wondering what was contained within them to make them so heavy? "What did you want to talk to me about?" Emily asked, casting a silencing spell around them to stop anyone from listening in.

"You know our new guests?" Bonnie hissed, it was really concerning her. This wasn't natural, Damon nor Stefan had ever mentioned anyone else living in 1864 other than bitchy Katherine Pierce.

"Yes?" Emily asked beckoning for Bonnie to continue. Emily and Bonnie where now quite close after the last two weeks working together. Plus, Bonnie had told her of how she knew Damon, Stefan and Katherine back home, Emily had seemed quite engrossed in her story.

"I knew Jeremy, Elena and John from back home…" Bonnie told her ancestor, the weight dragging her down. Emily was befuddled.

"Did they know you?" She asked pushing a stray dark lock from her eyes. Her eyebrows creating a V-shape. Bonnie merely shook her head. "There was not one flicker of recognition!"

Emily acknowledged this and answered. "Well, cousin, we shall have to see how events play out for a while and what else fate will bring forth." Bonnie held a secret smile, Emily was incredibly smart when it came to the supernatural and it helped to have a friend she could confide in!

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Damon was running through the Salvatore garden, he always felt it cleared his head after one of his hot – headed arguments with his father. As he ran through the green scenery he stumbled upon the most beautiful sight he had laid eyes on. There Bonnie sat on the fountain side, her long wavy brown hair flapping around in the soft, gentle breeze. Her cheeks held a healthy rouge glow, and her eyes sparkled with mirth. A huge smile gracing her pink lips as she noticed his gaze. Damon quickly looked away flustered. "Hi…" Bonnie said patting down the space next to her for Damon to sit down. Damon obliged sitting in the designated spot beaming. "Hi there fascinating." Bonnie scrunched up her nose in displeasure. "Still giving me the delight of calling me that, Mr Salvatore?" Damon replied with a smirk. "Why not Miss Bennett? It is a befitting, beautiful name!" She grinned. "That it is!" She began braiding her hair until Damon stopped her. "Please, let me…" Bonnie raised an eyebrow confused. "I've always wanted to do a girl's hair." He told her embarrassed. The witch giggled. "Is your hair not girly enough?" He merely pouted. "I find you most insulting, Miss." Bonnie nodded before sitting in front of Damon allowing him full access to her chocolate locks. His hand carefully racked through it sending shivers up both their spines, it was so soft! Damon thought, leading him to thinking of what her lips would feel like? After this thought he scolded himself, it was not good to think of a lady like that! They sat there in comfortable silence as Damon's hands weaved through her thick hair and braided it as best he could into a tight bun. As he finished Bonnie spoke. "Thanks Damon." Bonnie whispered. "Not only for this but everything." Damon shook his head. "No problem little bird." But none of them moved and they stayed there for the whole afternoon.

Author note: YAY, I include a book reference! Well sort of… (Little bird) Did you like it? Sorry if it is full of mistakes or doesn't make sense... I'm not completely sure if the Salvatore's have a fountain but in my story they do! JThank you for reading! See you soon! 3

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