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It was supposed to be date night. A night out for just the two of them. At least that was what Damon was led to believe. But apparently Elena had trapped him. That was the immediate conclusion that Damon came to when he walked deeper into the restaurant Elena chose to drag him to and saw Bonnie and Marcel looking awfully cozy in a booth. Bonnie giggling when Marcel whispers something in her ear before nuzzling his nose in her neck. A scowl settles on Damon's features when he hears a sharp intake of breath before Bonnie suddenly turns and grabs Marcel by his neck pulling him into her. The lights dimming as soon as his lips meet hers, briefly startling the other guests.

He jumps when he hears Elena call Bonnie's name, watching as the witch pulls away and looks around for who called her, blinking in surprise when her eyes land on Elena. Maybe it was a coincidence. Because when Marcel follows Bonnie's gaze to Elena, spotting Damon right next to her he looks just as taken back, a smile appearing on his face when Elena abandons Damon in favor of running over to greet Bonnie who plasters a smile on her face as she gets up from her seat. Which throws Damon off, that's the smile Bonnie typically reserves for him when they're out in public and she doesn't want people to see the side of her that she usually shows to him and those in her inner circle, those who already know how she feels about him.

Damon knew how Bonnie felt about his relationship with Elena but he never expected for her feelings for him extend to Elena. When he sees Bonnie's eyes meet his as she returns Elena's hugs he tenses. Unsure of what to do, while usually he would smirk or mockingly wave at her he merely stands there holding her stare until she pulls away from Elena's embrace, her attention going back to Elena, an actual smile on her face this time. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes when he hears a sigh of relief pass her lips once she looks to her right to see Marcel standing next to her, looking down in an attempt to hide her blush when Elena clears her throat, seemingly embarrassed at being caught.

"Elena, this is Marcel. Marcel this is Elena." Bonnie introduces the two, raising an eyebrow when she looks like she's about to pass out but waves it off remembering that was Caroline's reaction when she met him too.

When Damon sees Marcel offering his hand to Elena with that trademark grin on his face as he tells her that it's finally nice to meet her, Elena beaming as she replies in kind. He immediately walks over to them when it seems that her appearance finally clicks. His suspicions confirmed when Marcel briefly flits his eyes to his. Giving him a questioning look. To which Damon replies with a warning one.

"You can sit with us if you want." Marcel offers, his smile growing wider once he sees the look in Damon's eyes. Almost as if he wants to strangle him right then and there.

When Damon sees Elena open her mouth he knows it's to accept but before she can do so his phone chimes along with Bonnie's. That's never a good thing. Despite this he turns his attention to Bonnie who has her phone in her hand groaning when she reads the message. He can tell it's taking everything in her not to scream and he's right there along with her. He waits for her to look at him but instead she has a glare sent Elena's way who only tilts her head in return.

"What?" She asks taken back by the look she's getting from Bonnie.

"I think that's our line." Damon steps in "Anything you forgot tell us?"

Bonnie shakes her head, lifting her hand to stop Damon from going further but keeps her eyes on Elena,

"Let's just have this one night before we get sucked back into…" Bonnie refrains from waving her hand around the brunette looking like the poster child for clueless, unable to wrap her mind around the apparent fact that Elena actually thinks she can take down a homicidal lunatic along with Jeremy and not even run it by her and Damon from the look she saw on his face "this. If it's that important we'll get another text and then we'll deal with it but for now. Let's just have one night of normalcy."

Damon's tempted to shake his head and say 'Hell no.' but he knows that will get back to Stefan and he'll run with it. So he refrains and nods his head, taking Elena's hand and looking over his shoulder to the waiter who immediately walks over to them and starts to lead them to another booth once it becomes clear to him that Bonnie is still on her Salvatore free binge since she has yet to even acknowledge him besides their brief look earlier.

"Maybe another time." Marcel smiles when Elena looks back at him and Bonnie, the latter of which who gives her a small smile and mouths 'Later, promise.' to which Elena beams and nods. Watching as Bonnie seamlessly falls back into her and Marcel's earlier behavior as if their encounter never happened. And to that, she frowns.

Throughout their dinner Damon effortlessly plays the part of the perfect boyfriend. Listening to Elena as she talks about various topics, that to his surprise are nothing of Bonnie continuing to shut her out. He briefly wonders what changed considering that was what she had been stuck on for the past week. He eventually comes to the conclusion that she thinks everything is okay again since Bonnie didn't ignore her and seemed to be okay with Damon based on the fact that they hadn't gotten into an argument.

When the witch crosses his mind he looks over to her table and sees Marcel giving her a quick peck on the lips before standing up heading in the direction of the men's room. He takes advantage of Elena taking a sip of her wine and quickly excuses himself, kissing the back of her hand before making his exit, smirking at the small smile on her face. Putting on his best poker face, as he breezes past Bonnie who he sees tense but otherwise keeps her attention on her phone. Once in the hallway he casually leans against the wall, immediately grabbing Marcel as soon as he walks out, speeding them outside into the alley just across the street from the restaurant. Scowling at the greeting he receives having expected him to at least look taken back.

"Damon, I was wondering when I would actually hear from you." Marcel grins allowing him to hold him against the wall.

"You're trying to rewrite history."

That was the sentence that was echoing in his mind after his talk with Marcel.

If he could call it that. Like many of Damon's plans, his little confrontation with his former friend hadn't gone the way he had expected. Sure he got answers but along with that he also been...taken down. Not that he'd ever actually admit it. After essentially demanding that Marcel told him what he was doing here, accusing Marcel of using Bonnie to get to him and telling him to just go to the Originals already. He found out that; Marcel didn't even know Bonnie knew him until he saw him and Stefan at Bonnie's house that night―to say that was a blow to his ego would be putting it lightly―and that Marcel had already had his run ins with the Originals while he was out with Bonnie. Who apparently did not care in the slightest. He found that out of character for Bonnie but with her recent change of attitude, he wouldn't put it past her. As for what he was doing here? Simple; Bonnie. It didn't hit Damon what he might've been implying until he got home.

But he was starting to figure Marcel's words were right nonetheless.

In a perfect world he and his brother weren't fated to always love the same girl. They weren't always at each each other's throats, fighting for her affections. And even if that were the case, he earned the girl the right way. He didn't have to do underhanded things or essentially steal her from his brother, but this wasn't a perfect world. Damon had done exactly that and then some. From this realization, words from little Bonnie Bennett popped in his head and practically held hands with Marcel's,

"You build your happiness on other people's pain."

How...ironic.

A person from his past, and one from his present teaching him something that he should have known from the start. And in a sense he did. He just didn't care.

Bonnie had dropped that bomb on him a little after the situation with Abby, after his 'apology' she lost it. Sent him to his knees, raging about how she knew he wasn't sorry at all. That he wanted to do it, he wanted to be the one that saved Elena's life. To be the hero. Elena's knight in shining armour. And that he could say that he wouldn't have done that to her all he wants but if it were just her that night, she would have died and unlike Abby she wouldn't have gone through with the transition, because she didn't want to take the chance of becoming anything like him or his brother. In the end she wiped his memory of it and attempted to replace it with what he continued to go along with to this day "There's always a choice." but that dam broke as soon as he fed from the vein later on that night. Drained a woman dry because Bonnie got him in a mood only to reveal that she had hit him way harder than he had originally thought. He wonders if she had done that just to spite him, or if her spell was weakened because of how emotional she was that day. Either way, despite what they all thought―Elena and Katherine were the only ones that were capable of actually hurting his feelings―Bonnie could do it just as well. When it came to the Petrova's he acted out, it was always expected. But Bonnie was in a league of her own. When she got him in his feelings, he felt as if he was a child that was put on timeout. Sent to a corner, forced to think about what he did wrong. Forced to actually learn something.

When that clicked he groaned and tried to veer his mind off of this train of thought. Because for some reason Bonnie wasn't talking to him. She was full blown out ignoring him. He doubted it was from anger because even when they were fighting or when she was angry with him she would still allow him in her vicinity. Shoot him the occasional glare when he said something snarky even though she was pretending as if she wasn't listening to a word he said. Even through their spats, they would only have to look at the other to know how they felt about something and if they didn't agree with one of the group's plans they broke off and did their own thing. They still got shit done.

But now?

Nothing.

The only time he would even get to actually see her or hear her voice was when they had meetings, or at least had two other people around. And even then she wouldn't look at him. He knew because his eyes were constantly on her. Whether he was out right staring at her or sneaking glances out the corner of his eyes. And he didn't get to try to hold her back after meetings because Elena always distracted him. And he couldn't get her alone because she was always with...him. Or had her blonde pitbull around who would always glare at him if he managed to get within twenty feet of their 'personal bubble' and he couldn't eavesdrop on her conversations, anytime he tried it felt like someone pierced his eardrum with a screwdriver.

All that aside he wasn't sure if her avoidance was because of his 'run in' with Marcel or if it was because of his brother. It really could go either way. But he'd be willing to bet on the latter since she stopped answering his calls after their walk. He didn't get the cold shoulder until his impromptu vamp-nap on her current boy toy. Or maybe it was because of his with hold on the recent light of the sire bond. In his defense he thought she already knew.

"Maybe Bonnie just decided that she's had enough of you."

That was Matt's two cents and he briefly considered that before snorting and wiping his memory. If Matt ever became a vampire, he would have to stake him. There was no way word could spread that he stooped so low to go to the Quarterback for anything besides a blood donation.

"Are you brooding?"

Damon rolls his eyes when he's brought out of his thoughts by his brother spotting him leaning against the doorway, a smirk on his face. Instead of answering he drops his gaze to the glass in his hand and tenses.

"Bon suggested I start drinking again, thinks Supernatural blood is the curb to the addiction."

Though the explanation itself should be what he focuses on or at least ring a few bells in his head, he can't get over the fact that Stefan has apparently become comfortable enough to address her by her nickname. Or that Bonnie was even talking to Stefan, having thought that she cut him off too. However before he can address that he narrows his eyes when he catches a familiar scent in the air. And by the flash of amusement in his brother's eyes as he takes a long drink from his glass, having the audacity to lick his lips afterwards he feels anger wash over him. The next thing he knows he's standing in his brother's previous spot while Stefan is now on the couch, a shit eating grin on his face as he watches Damon walk towards him.

"Hello Elena." Stefan smiles seeing Elena stroll into the living room, stifling a laugh at the look Damon gives him that sends his message loud and clear, "Later." And he gives a brief nod in response. Wondering if his brother is having the same sense of deja vu he is.

"Stefan." Elena gives him a polite smile though she's wary after seeing the glass in his hand, flitting her eyes to Damon hoping he's not trying to help him with his blood addiction again.

Seeing the question in her eyes Damon looks exasperated but answers anyway,

"Actually this is the work of your bestie."

Elena frowns, wondering why Caroline thought this would be a good idea, already knowing Bonnie would never condone this. So when she hears footsteps approaching her she turns around greeting the blonde with a frown not bothering to glance at Bonnie who looks just as confused as Caroline does wondering what could have possibly changed within the past minute.

"No, no. Not that one." Damon says once he sees her glare is set on Caroline "That one." He points at Bonnie who to his surprise actually looks at him and doesn't seem the least bit bothered by his actions or his presence. A curse is the first to his mind but he doesn't get to dwell on it for long.

"Bonnie, you know that he can't-"

"Actually he can." Bonnie cuts her off walking over to sit by Stefan, dragging her finger along her wrist watching along with everyone else as Stefan's visage briefly flickers just as much as theirs when blood oozes from her self inflicted wound "I've been having Stefan on the...people stuff" she smiles at him when he looks annoyed "for a couple of weeks now. And he's been doing fine. I haven't found any dead bodies or heard of any missing people since we started so unless he's been extra careful he's not hurting anyone."

"Okay…" Caroline drags out the words slowly "Why didn't you tell us?"

"It wasn't mine to tell. Stefan didn't want anyone to know because of what's happening right now, and he knew that everyone would be watching his every move."

"So you're fine with a known Ripper drinking from the vein?" Damon frowns ignoring his brother's scoff.

"Except he's not." Bonnie denies "We haven't gotten there yet. We're still working on his intake."

"Where's the blood coming from?"

"I'm taking advantage of the favors I'm owed from my time in New Orleans. I thought it would be best if he started drinking from a wolf. Toxic bite...more conscious of his intake. But as a security measure I stripped it of its toxin." Bonnie looks at Stefan pointedly who casually downs the last of his glass and sets it on the table.

"But if I still have a little left over from her weekly delivery, she lets me tap a vein as a treat." Stefan smiles at his brother.

Bonnie rolls her eyes knowing he's only trying to get a rise out of Damon, deciding to explain when she sees the crazed look in Damon's eyes.

"Stefan has been my test dummy" she suppresses the urge to smile at his scoff "for some spells I've been testing and creating for my Grimoire for the past month. And they sometimes require my blood. Others have ended in some battle wounds. So instead of just leaving it on the ground, or as a stain on my clothes, or just wiping it off or whatever. I use my magick to preserve my essence and put it in a vial. But with everything going on we kind of fell off and I didn't get to restock his supply...I let him have it."

"And Marcel is okay with Stefan feeding from you?"

"No," Bonnie shakes her head "he's definitely not okay with it." she adds looking annoyed "But it's not like I'm letting Stefan drink from me directly."

"Then why do you have a bite mark on your neck?"

Bonnie's eyes widen and she immediately slaps her hand over her neck, as she starts to dig through her purse until she finds her compact and sure enough,

"Son of a" she stops and takes a deep breath, ignoring the amused look she's getting from Caroline and the look of surprise of Elena's "That's not from Stefan."

"Well, not that this hasn't been fun but I have to go." Bonnie mutters getting up from her seat, slinging her purse over her shoulder. Having decided to cut their girl's night short.

"Bonnie." Elena calls after her, letting her shoulders slump when she hears the door close. Frowning when she turns around to see Damon gone and Caroline reluctantly handing over a twenty dollar bill to Stefan.

Bonnie hasn't even made it past the porch when she senses him right behind her. Going against her instinct to keep walking she slowly turns around and watches as Damon nearly closes the space between them.

"Think before you speak Damon." She warns, fighting back a smirk when he closes his mouth.

"I know, Marcel. If he knew that anyone was drinking your blood, he would tear their throat out."

Damon waits for her to flinch but it never comes and he wonders what happened to her. He wants to ask as much but her response, causes him to roll his eyes wanting to point out that he didn't even know her back then but deep down he knows that that wouldn't matter to him. Besides the latter of her response nearly leaves him speechless.

"And what do you think he'd do if he found out that someone nearly drained me dry?" she fires back, nodding when Damon huffs, rolling his eyes "Marcel does not own me. I know that that may be hard for you to understand considering how possessive you are of Elena and how you have to literally restrain yourself from snapping your own brother's neck just because he tells her hello. But not every relationship consists of seeing the person you're with as your property. Most relationships consider seeing each other as your equal, as their own person, free to do whatever they want. Trusting that they're capable of being friends with people from the opposite sex and not just using that as a guise to sneak around. But with that being said I'm now aware that that merely comes with the territory of being with a vampire. I don't keep secrets from who I date and I don't see the point in lying. So it's a compromise. I don't like how he...handles things. He doesn't like that I'm helping Stefan. We fight and then we move on."

"You don't get it, Bonnie."

"Actually I do. Like you said Marcel would tear his throat out, and he almost did. Obviously I talked him down and then I learned about how intimate or personal the whole thing is to vampires, so that" she hooks her thumb over her shoulder "was Stefan's first and last dose. And that's only because I didn't have the time to restock and I didn't want to risk him slipping up and let his monster out."

"So that was his last bite."

"No." Bonnie says, it's on the tip of her tongue to admit that she actually likes that someone wants to claim her but she stops herself. Half because of how inappropriate it is, the rest because of who she's talking too, but she knows he's just going to push her for an answer so she tries to gather her thoughts to put it in the nicest way she can say it.

"Why?" Damon asks despite not wanting to hear the answer.

"It's kind of nice to have someone that wants to know that I'm taken. Someone that wants to keep other people away from me because they're secretly afraid to lose me." Bonnie smiles before sobering, walking around Damon before he can respond, stopping mid step with a frown on her face when she hears,

"He shouldn't have to bite you for you to know that. I'm not trying to keep you away from him for my health."

But when she turns around she sees that Damon still has his back to her, and she knows that if he had actually said those words out loud he would've been meeting her gaze head on. She's just about to ask him what he is trying to run Marcel off for but Elena chooses that moment to step outside, walking up to Damon, cupping his face asking him another question that Bonnie wants the answer to but she walks away before he answers not wanting to linger. Just because their relationship doesn't bother her as much as it use too, doesn't mean she wants to see it in action.

"Damon, what's wrong?"

That's what he was trying to figure out.