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Bonnie kept her distance as she watched Damon drag Stefan down to the cellar and chain him up in some kind of dungeon. She felt like she had just stepped into some kind of bizarre nightmare. She didn't know Stefan well, but it almost appeared that he was in a bloodlust and he attacked her as a result of that. Stefan wasn't on her list, but he needed to be. He was clearly uncontrollable.

Damon locked the door and stared at Bonnie's neck where blood trickled out of her wounds, "You want something for that?"

"I want to kill your brother," she stated looking through the bars.

"Yeah, don't hear that often about Saint Stefan," Damon smirked, "but give him a few days, he will be back to normal and he will beat himself up for what he did to you."

"What exactly was that about with him?" Bonnie asked as she and Damon walked up the stairs.

"My brother…well…Elena kind of made Stefan relapse, my brother only drinks animal blood for a reason. It's not necessarily because he's a warm and cuddly vampire," Damon explained and then frowned, "can you please take some blood and heal that, you're teasing me here."

Bonnie shook her head, "I don't want any blood from you…"

"Bonnie…what's a little blood between former lovers," Damon winked.

"We're not that at all…put it in a cup, I refuse to drink from you…"

Damon rolled his eyes, before biting into his wrist and taking a cup from cabinet allowing his blood to drip inside of it. He handed it to Bonnie without another word and she sipped. He watched as her skin threaded back together on her neck. He took pleasure in snapping Stefan's neck after he bit Bonnie.

"So Stefan's drinks animal blood because…"

Damon took a few moments to answer. It was a family secret about Stefan that wasn't shared often or at all, but Bonnie wasn't exactly someone who would accept any answer, "He sometimes can't stop if he gets a taste of human blood and it can turn really ugly…"

"How ugly?" Bonnie inquired.

"Body parts being ripped from your torso ugly."

Bonnie gasped and whispered, "He's a Ripper?"

Rippers were almost mythical. Rudy told Bonnie about them, but he told her that they were extremely rare and if she were to come across one, that she had to show no mercy. They were the worst of the worst when it came to vampires. Not only would they drain their victims, they would rip them into pieces. If she hadn't been able to defend herself—would Stefan have ripped her apart? What about Elena?

"At times. Stefan has unbelievable self control, but he ran into a problem last night and Elena's blood kind of knocked him off kilter…he will be fine in a few days," Damon shrugged as if they were discussing Stefan having a hangover.

"In a few days, so it's no big deal that he tried to attack me and probably would have ripped me apart in your living room!" Bonnie pointed towards the hallway.

"You're a witch, you defended yourself and I broke his neck, doesn't that get me points?" Damon batted his eyelashes at her.

Bonnie's eyes bugged out.

"Trust me, I know my brother. I know what needs to happen, I will keep him down there for a few days and he will be back to normal. The good and self sacrificing Stefan Salvatore."

Bonnie shook her head in disbelief.

"What were you two talking about anyway, did you go and give him some of your blood too?"

"Hell no," Bonnie snapped, "I was asking him something about last night."

"What?"

Bonnie paused. She wasn't interested in getting in any deeper with Damon, but maybe he knew something about the woman that Stefan recognized the night before and could give some insight into who she was and why she would knock Bonnie out for virtually no reason.

"Vicki remembered something and I wanted to get his take on it, that's all."

"What?"

Bonnie opened her mouth as her cell phone began to ring, she looked down to Rudy's face fill the screen, "I have to take this."

Damon shrugged as she answered the call, "Hi Daddy," she moved away from Damon, who snorted in the background.

"Bonnie, I heard there was an attack last night at some party and I heard you were there as well."

Bonnie glanced over at Damon and moved out of the kitchen, "I was there."

"Do you know who was behind it?"

"I identified one, but it was more than one…"

"I see…I'm sure you know that we have to make sure that it doesn't happen again."

"I'm working on it."

"Send me the name of the vampire that you do have and I will do my research here. You need to take them out as soon as possible, now that they have attacked someone—they will think its open season."

"I understand."

"You are doing a good job Bonnie, but I need you to stay focused…are you focused?"

"I am."

"Text me the name, I will get you a location."

"Ok," Bonnie ended the call and headed back into the kitchen, "I need to go…"

"What were you going to tell me?"

"It can wait, when do you think that Stefan will back to his regular self?"

"Are you sure that I don't have any information to help you?" Damon raised an eyebrow wiggling it at her.

"I don't think so."

Damon reached over, taking her wrist and pulled her closer to him, "I'm sorry about Stefan, I probably would have warned you if you didn't shut me out of the living room…"

"Well I was told that Stefan is the good brother..."

"That's apparently a relative term."

"Apparently," Bonnie agreed.

"So…" he looked down at her, "you don't want me to stay the hell away from you anymore?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "Maybe it's best if you do…"

"And why is that?"

"Because whatever is going on between us and around us is bad and I don't think that it will end well," Bonnie confessed, "there are too many things going on here and whatever we would have could end very badly."

"But sometimes bad things can feel very, very, very good in the long run," Damon pressed his body closer to hers up against the cabinets.

"Yeah, I don't think that's true…" Bonnie began to pull away.

"You were in that Camaro, did you not have a good time?" Damon teased her.

"Damon…I should go. Take care of your brother, make sure he stays down there," Bonnie started to move away from him.

"Bonnie…Damon…what's going on?" Elena asked from the doorway of the kitchen.

Bonnie immediately moved further away from Damon and cast her eyes down. She wasn't ready to explain to Elena exactly what was going on between her and Damon because…who even knew what was going on between them?

"Stefan attacked your best friend today…you still love him?" Damon spoke up as Bonnie's mouth dropped.

Elena looked at Bonnie, "Oh my god, Bonnie…are you ok?" she rushed over and brought Bonnie into a hug and then studied her neck.

"I'm fine, I was able to stop him. But Elena, something is wrong with him."

"Where is he?" Elena asked.

"Downstairs, where he's staying until he gets himself under control," Damon narrowed his eyes, "and I mean that, stay away Elena and I also think until he gets it together—you shouldn't come over anymore."

"You would love that wouldn't you?" Elena eyes turned into slits as she walked closer to Damon, "you would love for me to stay away from Stefan because if you can't be happy, no one can!"

Damon glanced over at Bonnie, who was definitely listening and watching intently and then back at Elena, "Your boyfriend attacked your best friend, ripped into her throat and tried to drink her dry and you want to accuse me of keeping you away because I'm supposedly lonely…Elena, stay out of this house until Stefan is able to control his bloodlust and if you don't…I won't be here to stop him from ripping you apart," Damon threatened in such a way that sent a visible shiver down Elena's spine.

"How long will he be like this?" Elena asked backing down slightly.

"A couple of days."

Elena's eyes filled with tears, "Ok…fine…ok…I will stay away until Stefan is under control."

"Good."

"Bonnie," Elena turned to her, "we should go. Let's get out of here."

"Actually, I want to talk to Damon alone for a few minutes," Bonnie turned to Damon much to his surprise.

"What? About what?" Elena asked in disbelief, "Bonnie…"

"Just a little conversation about what happened earlier, that's all. I will come to your place after I'm done here…I promise," Bonnie noticed Elena's hesitance.

Elena looked from Bonnie to Damon, "If I wasn't sure that you could set him on fire, I wouldn't leave—but I know you can defend yourself," Elena snatched up her purse and stomped out of the kitchen.

Damon whistled, "She's testy."

"What did Elena mean by if you're not happy, no one else can be and you mentioning that you're lonely…what was all of that about?" Bonnie asked.

"Elena being a bitch."

Bonnie shook her head, "I don't think so. You guys have all been hinting around at something and no one ever comes out and says it. So what you wanted Stefan to do for you, did it have something to do with a woman?"

"Wouldn't you like to know…"

"You have a girlfriend, don't you?" Bonnie asked with a slight edge to her voice.

"No...well…not exactly…"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I'm a vampire and I was in a relationship a long time ago, there was a spell and we were separated. Turns out…we were separated because she wanted to be, not because of any spell," Damon confessed.

"Hmm…so that night in the Camaro was a way of helping you get over being dumped?" Bonnie nodded. She felt weird about even uttering the statement. On one hand, she shouldn't care. What happened with Damon was a fluke, a moment of weakness never to be revisited again. Then there was the other hand, which if she was being honest, she hadn't stopped thinking about the moment in the car or the moment when he massaged her back or the moment when he held that ice bag up to her head and stared at soo intently *with those eyes that should be illegal) that it made her uncomfortable.

"No, it wasn't about that. I saw an attractive young woman and acted on that attraction," he closed space between them, "and for the record, Elena was just angry that she can't rush downstairs and whisper sweet nothings to Stefan to bring him back from the brink of evilness."

"What happened with all of you?" Bonnie stared up into Damon's eyes, "what are you all hiding. There has to be more to this than Stefan not helping you get the girl that you wanted…"

Damon looked down at Bonnie. She was truly a smart, beautiful and strong young woman and since she was smart…she would figure it all out eventually. Even though he didn't have a direct hand in what happened, she more than likely wouldn't care and she would make sure that he paid for his part in it, "He got something that I needed and there were…consequences."

"Hmmmm."

"But its all in the past, I'm helping the poor idiot now and all of that can be put behind us."

"I guess…"

"But I am grateful for your interest in my life," Damon smirked at her.

"I'm not interested."

Damon reached down and took Bonnie's hand lacing his fingers through hers, "You just wanted to know if I was using you as a rebound chick."

Bonnie felt electricity surge through her body as Damon gazed down at her, "No, that wasn't why I asked. I just wanted to make sure there wouldn't be some jealous vampire coming after me because her boyfriend couldn't keep it in his pants."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really. I would have to inform her that I never want him to touch me again."

"Never…"

"Nev-ver," Bonnie repeated matching his gaze.

Damon smiled before removing his hand from Bonnie's and placing his hands on her cheeks, "Don't you dare…" she warned him.

"Don't I dare what?" Damon grinned at her.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Why don't you stop me," Damon whispered before placing his lips on Bonnie's.

"I need to go see Elena..." Bonnie breathed out as he began kissing her on the neck.

"Uh, huh…then what's stopping you?" he whispered in between kisses and his hands slowly working under Bonnie's shirt.

As she felt his hands softly squeeze one of her mounds, Bonnie heard herself moan in a way that she didn't expect and that's when she backed up, "We can't do this…" she breathed out.

"Why not?" Damon asked.

"Because the fact that your brother took a bite out of me, you snapping his neck and locking him up shouldn't make us horny…"

"Seems like perfect foreplay for me."

"I'm leaving," Bonnie let go and headed towards the living room picking up her bag.

"You know Bonnie, not many women would leave me behind at a moment like this," Damon folded his arms watching her.

"Well Damon, believe it or not…it's very easy," Bonnie winked as she headed out of the house.

Damon watched her as she walked over to her car and slid inside, "Bonnie Bennett, you have no idea what you just started."

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Bonnie tried to erase the feeling of Damon kissing her and his hands touching her out of her mind, but she couldn't. He had awakened something inside of her. She had flirted with having a vampire in her life, but Damon was slowly worming his way into her life in a way that all the others never had. It unnerved her and made her want to run as far away from him possible, but she couldn't. She promised her father that she would handle the vampires in Mystic Falls that were causing trouble. Her father never told her how he selected the vampires that she went after, but she had to believe there was a reason for it. She only did what she was told, it had been that way since she was 8 years old and hadn't changed. Then she wondered why the Salvatores weren't on the list—perhaps they weren't known to be vampires?

Bonnie parked her car in the Gilbert driveway and looked up at the house. Elena's house sometimes was a refuge for her when she was younger. When her training with her Grams got too intense, she would retreat here to be a regular child and later teenager. There was no magic in this house and that made Bonnie feel like she was normal.

"Bonnie…hey…didn't know you were coming over?" Jeremy appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah…I…umm…I need to see Elena," Bonnie walked up the stairs, "is she home?"

"Yeah, she came home, went up to her room and slammed the door…"

"Well I better go up there then," Bonnie brushed past him and headed up the stairs.

She could hear Elena pacing the steps around her room, before she knocked, "Elena, it's Bonnie."

Elena opened the door and stepped out of the way as Bonnie stepped inside. Elena immediately closed the door behind her, "Can you make sure no one can hear us?" Elena whispered.

Bonnie nodded as she quickly whispered a spell and then nodded.

"I'm sorry about Stefan, I really am…he's not like that…" Elena ran her hands through her hair, "what happened, you were just talking and he bit you?"

"Pretty much."

Elena shook her head, "Everything is such a mess!"

"But why, Elena…what is going on?"

Elena looked at her with tears gathering in her eyes.

"Elena, we used to be so close. We used to tell each other everything, even we when we were thousands of miles apart from each other and ever since I came back for Grams' funeral, I've never felt further from you…" Bonnie moved closer to Elena taking her hand, "we are best friends, sisters…tell me what's going on."

Elena shook her head and whispered, "You would hate me."

Bonnie's eyes widened as a lump formed in her throat, "Why would I hate you Elena?"

Elena closed her mouth, "Bonnie, just know that I love you and I am trying my best to make sure nothing bad happens."

"I know that, did Stefan do something to Grams…" Bonnie asked almost feeling sick asking the question, "was…was it not a heart attack?"

"No, he wouldn't harm Sheila," Elena protested.

"But Honey, you don't really know Stefan…"

"I do know him, Damon is the one…"

"Elena, Damon didn't bite me today…Stefan did!" Bonnie exploded, "you keep telling me that Stefan is this great vampire and that he's not like all the rest, but I haven't seen anything to the contrary. Damon has been the one to help me when I needed it, not Stefan…so I don't know why you keep coming after him or trying to convince me that he's not like Stefan."

Elena's mouth slammed shut.

"I know that you love Stefan and apparently there's no love for Damon, but I still don't understand your dislike for him," Bonnie stated quietly and then a sickening feeling came over her, "Elena, did Damon kill my Grams?"

Elena shook her head, "No, he didn't kill Sheila…I would have told you, if he had."

Bonnie felt a sense of relief…a small sense…there was still something not right about any of this, "I just love you Bon and I don't want this to hurt us," Elena hugged her.

Bonnie held onto Elena tightly, "Neither do I, but I need you to be honest with me."

Elena nodded as she held onto Bonnie, "I know Bon and I am…I am being honest with you," she whispered.

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Damon watched Stefan sitting in the cellar floor. "How long are you just going to watch me?" Stefan mumbled without looking up.

"I'm actually thinking about whether I should give you some of Bambi's mother that I have right here," Damon held up a bag of deer blood, "got it myself, so don't ever tell me I don't care about you."

"How's Bonnie?" Stefan asked.

Damon chuckled, "She's fine, you don't remember how she handled your ass upstairs?"

"Vaguely."

"Well she wanted to fry your ass, but I stopped her. Remember that," Damon threw the blood bag in near Stefan's body so that he could reach it.

Stefan grabbed the bag and began to drink feverishly, "You sure rushed in the living room quickly…"

"Yeah, well I heard her scream and since she's a witch, I knew it would only be a couple of moments before she ended you," Damon widened his eyes.

"You think I don't know what's going on," Stefan met Damon's eyes, "I know you Damon, Bonnie…you like her or maybe you just want her to be one of your conquests, but I know that there is something going on there."

"She's cute…she's a witch…she piques my interest, but that's about it."

Stefan snorted, "Sure. But if you like her just a little bit, maybe you need to tell her the truth…"

"Have a good detox, Stefan," Damon turned to walk away.

"Bonnie's not stupid Damon, she will figure everything out."

Damon continued up the stairs.

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Bonnie's body flew into a tree and she immediately felt like a rib had been broken. A couple of days following the bonfire, she tracked the vampire that attacked Vicki in the woods to an abandoned house on the outskirts of Mystic Falls. He had just finished feeding off of some redhead he picked up in a bar and now he was leaving her unconscious body in the house. Bonnie had watched him head to his car and she settled in place with her crossbow, but she suddenly lost sight of him and that's when she found herself flying through the air.

"Little Girl, I have no idea what you think you are doing…but you really made a mistake coming after me."

Bonnie stood up holding her torso as the pain threatened to make her pass out. She held out her hand pinning the vampire up against a tree, "You made a mistake by thinking that I was a Little Girl. Tell me who you were in the woods with the night of the bonfire?"

"None of your business Little…Bitch," he smirked.

Bonnie smiled and chuckled, "So you're not going to share? That's fine, if you want that to be the last thing you say—that's fine with me."

He looked at Bonnie, "When I get down from here, I am going to tear all of your limbs off before ripping out your heart."

Bonnie walked over to him and took out her stake, "Ya think?" she stated before thrusting the stake into his chest. The surprised look on his face was one that Bonnie would never get tired of when a vampire realized they had underestimated her.

His body shriveled before dropping to the ground.

Bonnie grimaced as she held onto her torso, "Yeah, he's here…umm…about 50 yards away from the location."

"Got it," Sheriff Forbes answered.

Bonnie ended the call as she felt the pain intensify and she cried out in pain. She needed to go to the hospital or she needed someone that wouldn't ask too many questions while helping her.

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Damon leaned in the doorway as he watched Bonnie pull up into the driveway of the boarding house. When she called him, he wasn't sure exactly what to think. When she left a couple of days ago and he hadn't heard anything from her or Elena, he was sure that he wouldn't see her for awhile and yet? Here she was. When she opened her car door and began moving slowly to him holding her side, he noticed something was wrong. He sped down to her, "What happened?" he asked in alarm.

"I just need to get in the house…"

Damon wrapped his arm around her fighting the urge to pick her up and carry her into the house, but he was pretty sure that she would balk at him. As soon as they stepped over the threshold, he looked at her, "Were you attacked again?" he raised an eyebrow as she plopped down on the couch and immediately grimaced and squeaked out in pain causing Damon to wince.

"Not exactly," she breathed out squinting, "but I came here…" she breathed heavily, "because you are probably the only person in this town who won't tell my father about this because you don't know him and also won't think I'm crazy or in some kind of fight club."

Damon walked over to her on the couch, "Let's see…"

It hurt to breathe and the pain was starting to intensify, so Bonnie lifted her arms as Damon pulled her shirt over her head, "Don't…ogle…me," she breathed heavily, "I think I cracked a rib."

"Did you crack it or did someone else do it?" he asked kneeling down looking at the purplish bruise on her torso. Damon wasn't sure exactly what happened to her, but his mind was starting to wander.

Bonnie squinted, "I had a slight run in with a vampire and things got ugly…but I won," she winked.

"How exactly does that happen?"

"My blood is unbelievably sweet," she smiled, "but I need some of yours to heal this."

Damon raised his eyebrow, "I thought you were against blood sharing."

Bonnie glared up at him, "I need blood and I need it quickly. I can't afford to walk around with a wrapped torso and you are the only person that I can get blood from."

"But I'm not a blood bank Miss Bennett."

Bonnie looked at him. He was playing with her and she was ready to plunge a stake through his heart, "If you can't oblige, I can find someone else and I can get it…the way I used to."

Damon met her eyes shaking his head before biting into his wrist placing it up to Bonnie's mouth as she drank hungrily. Damon looked down with hooded eyes. The image of Bonnie drinking his blood never failed to turn him on. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was definitely something that he enjoyed.

After drinking enough blood and Bonnie felt the familiar tingling indicating that her wounds were healing, she sat back with her eyes closed.

"Where's the vampire?" Damon asked.

Bonnie opened her eyes, "I killed him."

"And you just left his body there?"

Bonnie held up her hand as a flame danced in the middle of her palm.

"You appear to run into trouble a lot, don't you?"

"Like I said, I have sweet blood…can't your kind pick up my scent?"

Damon smirked, "We're not bloodhounds."

Bonnie snorted, "Who says?"

"So what happened with Elena?" Damon asked sitting on the arm of the chair across from the couch changing the subject. There was a part of him that knew she was lying to him about what happened between her and the vampire that caused her to have a cracked rib. He'd seen her action and was sure that she could protect herself, but something bothered him about this.

"We talked," Bonnie stood up from the couch looking at her torso and then slipping her shirt over her head, "there's nothing new exactly. We've spent more time with each other lately."

"Were you and Elena always close?"

Bonnie turned to him nodding, "We were close before I moved and we continued. We were like sisters…" she remarked thoughtfully.

"So what made you stay in Mystic Falls after your grandmother's funeral?" he asked moving to stand closer to her.

Bonnie looked at him. She was a liar. That's what she did so effortlessly and casually, that it was almost second nature now. She never had a problem before and now looking up at Damon, she didn't necessarily want to lie to him and she had no idea where that compulsion came from, "I wanted to be closer to my grandmother and Elena was here…so I thought this would be a good place to start my new life," Bonnie shrugged, "what made you come back?"

"The girl."

"Ah," Bonnie nodded, "the one who was fine with you two being separated?"

"That would be the one," Damon pointed at her.

Bonnie was silent for a few moments, "Thank you, you know. I know that you're dealing with Stefan and me coming over asking for your blood, wasn't exactly something that you planned on I'm sure."

"Well Bonnie Bennett, you may not believe this…I kind of like you," he looked down at her with a smile.

"Like me huh?" she raised an eyebrow, "you don't really know me."

"I know that you have a penchant for getting into trouble with vampires, the violent and also sexy type of trouble. I know that there is much more to you than you are letting on and I know that you are playing things closer to your chest—so much so, that you believe there is no way in hell that I will figure you out."

"Wow…so smart…" Bonnie stated in mock awe.

"But you see Bonnie Bennett, I will figure you out and when I do, you better watch out."

"Is that a threat?" Bonnie challenged him.

"Depends what you think is punishment," he watched as her emerald eyes darkened and he licked his lips.

"I should go…" she matched his gaze.

"You should stay," he countered.

"Why?" she asked.

"In case some other vampire finds your blood to be too sweet to resist," he studied her face reaching up and caressing it before trailing his fingers down to her neck, "I can hear your heart beating rapidly, do I make you nervous Bonnie?"

"No," she answered with all the bravado she could muster at that moment.

Damon smiled at her and kneeled down slightly whispering in her ear, "Do I make you wet?"

Bonnie breathed out slowly as her eyes met his and in one swift motion, Damon had cleared off the coffee table and placed Bonnie on top of it. She lifted her arms up as Damon removed her t-shirt throwing it across the room as he removed his own black t-shirt, before reaching for her jeans removing them from her body before she could blink leaving her exposed with only her undergarments covering her. She licked her lips and pulled him towards her loosening his belt and assisting him with removing his pants. Damon bent down and captured Bonnie's lips into a rough kiss as he lowered her down on the table, "Do you still want to go?" he whispered as he kissed her neck, slowly working off her bra and then her panties. His lips then worked his way down the valley between her breasts to her stomach as she moaned in pleasure, caressing his hands to the now healed part of her torso and then he moved in between her legs, "do…you…still…want…to…go?" he whispered looking up at her before allowing his tongue to massage her center and she whimpered, "what was that Bonnie, didn't hear you?"

"No…" she panted as his tongue began to do all kinds of amazing things.

Damon smiled, "Good," he covered her body with hers, entering her and she wrapped her arms around him drawing him deeper in more ways than one.

Bonnie is playing a dangerous game at the moment. She's in two different worlds right now. Damon doesn't know what she's up to and when he finds out, it will be a problem—but when Bonnie finds out about what happened with Sheila, he may be the one on the defensive.

The Katherine issue is still floating around…drama will abound.

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