Title: Believe

Pairing: Damon/Bonnie tv verse

Rating: PG

Summary: Damon could change but when Stefan and Elena didn't believe in him, who else was there?

Words: 2744

A/N: An extended drabble

Chapter 1

Elena smirked to herself. She had both Salvatore boys wrapped around her fingers.

"As much as I hate Damon, that is pretty cruel even for you Elena." Bonnie said as they sat together for lunch at their high school.

"It's not my fault." She replied.

Bonnie dropped a carrot onto her plate and said, "Yeah it is. You have had to have done something for the boy to think he has a chance with you."

"Aside from being all on my boyfriend in front of him?" Elena said.

"I'm just saying that's all." Bonnie replied.

Elena didn't want to admit it but she did like the feeling of having two guys after her. Both were equally attractive. She also didn't want to admit that Damon was growing on her. He was changing for the good slowly in front of her eyes and that made her proud. Gone was the Damon that manipulated people just for pleasure. Elena liked to think that she had something to do with that.

Bonnie on the other hand, best friend or not found the whole thing sickening. Why string two guys like that? Yeah she didn't like Damon but he didn't need to be treated like that. Ok so maybe he did with him trying to kill her, how he manipulated Caroline and everything. But still, Bonnie didn't want to admit to herself that Damon was growing on her too.

Everyone wanted Damon to change for the better. Stefan wanted him to change, Elena and Bonnie. Well Bonnie because she didn't want to hunt him down like she said she would. Everyone wanted Damon to change. The question is, did they believe he could? Bonnie wondered about this as she found herself sitting alone at the Mystic Falls bar. She was waiting on Damon.

"My favorite witch. Fancy meeting you here." He said as he sat next to her and ordered a drink. She turned to look at him and rolled her eyes.

"For once, shut up so I can be nice to you." She said. Damon put up his hands in surrender.

"Ok ok shutting up." He replied. Bonnie turned her attention to her virgin drink and mixed it with her straw. Then she turned to him again, her deep brown eyes peering into his blues.

"I know you want to change. Stefan and Elena told me. I just wanted to say that I believe in you that's all."

For once, Damon didn't know what to say. There was no snide comment he could think of to come back with. He sat there, blinking at her. When he didn't reply, Bonnie tipped the bar tender and said she was going home. Saying she believed in him was the last thing Damon expected to ever, and I mean ever hear come out of her mouth considering their past history together. He wanted to thank her, properly and nothing half assed.

Damon waited until after night fall to go to Bonnie's home. When he knocked, she answered in a big bath robe, the kind that looked like she stole it from some fancy hotel, pajama pants and slippers. She yawned, looking at him sleepily.

"Damon, what are you doing here?" She asked.

"May I come in?" He asked sweetly.

"No." She said and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Bonnie crossed her arms to shield herself from the cold. She sat on the step and Damon followed. It looked like thanking her was going to prove somewhat difficult.

"Look, I just wanted to thank you. Seriously, thank you Bonnie for believing in me. I….I really needed that." He paused. "So, thank you." He said again and then much to her surprise kissed her gently on the cheek. Bonnie's hand went up to the spot, not believing what just happened. Damon stood up and she watched. He extended his hand and she took it, helping herself up.

"You're welcome." She whispered, still looking at him.

"So a truce then?" He asked.

"Truce?"

Damon canted his head to the side and smirked at her. "Yeah a truce. You don't kill me, I don't kill anyone. We're all on good behavior now. Maybe you'll even trust me one day."

Bonnie wanted to say her doubts on that but nodded her head. Damon continued to talk. "Now that that is out of the way, could we maybe talk? I've realized that I don't really know you."

Was he serious? It was way too cold to be having this type of conversation outside. Bonnie bundled up for what seemed like the millionth time and turned towards the door. Damon, who thought she was dismissing him spoke up. "Wait, I was serious. Don't go, please. Bonnie?"

Damon didn't want to go home that night. After Isobel revealed that he was in love with Elena, nothing had been the same at the Salvatore house hold. Stefan played the jealous boyfriend role well. He didn't let Damon get near Elena or even talk to her on the phone when he could help it. Elena ignored the situation by ignoring him. He had felt so isolated. No one to banter with. No one to even talk to. Even Alaric was busy. All that was left was Bonnie.

Chapter 2

Bonnie turned to him in the doorway. "Are you coming in or not?"

Damon stood in place dumbfounded. "Are you inviting me in?"

"Yes." Bonnie replied and went into the house.

All night they talked about hobbies, interests, other vampires and Emily, her ancestor. It was interesting getting information about her and what she was like from Damon. Bonnie could only really go off what she had read in her books passed down and those never said much about her personality. It was well into the AM when Bonnie started to doze off. Damon picked her up and carried her to her bed room. He laid her on the bed and continued talking as she laid listening.

It felt good to have someone listen to him and not want him to go away. Bonnie was lonely after Grams died so the company, be it Damon, was welcoming. Damon stopped talking when he heard light snoring coming from Bonnie. He watched her sleep. He really was thankful and meant it. Here was someone who believed he could change. Here is someone who actually voiced it. If Stefan and Elena shared the same sentiment, they never said anything. Damon reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek and then caressed it with his fingers. She felt so soft and smooth to the touch. Even though she was asleep, he still didn't want to leave.

When Bonnie awoke the next morning, she felt Damon's arms wrapped around her waist. She turned around, still in her bathrobe to find him staring at her. His hair was messy from sleep but his blue eyes seemed to sparkle when the morning light reflected from them.

"When did I get to bed?" She asked.

"I put you here when you started dozing off." Damon replied.

"Thank You." She said sitting up. There was a long silence. Damon sat up and got out of her bed.

"I should go." He grabbed his leather jacket from the chair he sat it on last night and left the room. When Bonnie heard the downstairs door shut, she sank back into bed, contemplative on what had happened.

Damon returned to the Salvatore home to find an angry Stefan waiting for him with crossed arms.

"What is it? Let it out. Purge." Damon said.

"Where have you been? You've been out all night. What trouble did you get into this time? Who ended up dead?" Stefan demanded. Damon stopped in his tracks and glared at him. From what it seemed, it looked like Bonnie was the only one who believed in him. How could his own brother doubt him? He was family.

"What do you mean who have I killed?" Damon asked.

"It's what you do Damon. You stay out all night, you get drunk and you kill."

Damon wasn't going to explain himself. He didn't want to give in to his brother's accusations. "I don't have time for this." With his vampyric speed, he made his way to his bed room and slammed the door. He laid in bed pissed off due to what just happened and pissed off is how he fell asleep.

Later in the day, he woke up to the sound of hushed voices trying to stay low. He could make out Elena's and Stefan's voice. Curious, he got up and went to the outside of Stefan's room. He waited outside the cracked door and listened in on their conversation.

"I just wonder if he could really change. He was out all night and I suspect someone ended up dead." Stefan said to Elena. Elena, with her head propped up on her elbow listened.

"It's Damon we're talking about, killing and manipulative Damon. I just don't know about him." She replied. His heart dropped. No one thought he could change for the good. Damon didn't show it but not having his own brother in his corner depressed him. He thought for sure that Elena would see the good in him somewhere. Wanting him to change was one thing, believing was another thing entirely. At least he had Bonnie.

Bonnie. He started to think about her a lot even though he hadn't seen much of her during the past week. More and more frequently he thought of her and missed the time he had spent with her. It was raining when he decided to go and talk to her once more.

Bonnie drove home after a long day of running errands. She didn't expect to see a soaked Damon Salvatore waiting for her on her front step of her house. It had to have been freezing outside. Bonnie, not thinking about him being a vampire, rushed out of the car so she could let him in the warm house.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. How long had you been waiting? I'm so sorry. Come in and get warm."

Bonnie was so human and so cute. Damon smiled to himself and stepped inside. Bonnie insisted that he take off his jacket and shoes so she could warm them in front of the fireplace. Damon was left in a semi dry burgundy shirt and black jeans. His hair dripped in front of his face giving him bangs, which to Bonnie's surprise, made him quite handsome.

"You should get out of those too. I'll go get my bath robe and-" She hurried off.

"Bonnie." Damon appeared in front of her with lighting speed. Startled, Bonnie jumped. "Bonnie, I'm a vampire remember? Rain won't hurt me."

Bonnie looked down embarrassed. Damon pressed a finger to her chin and lifted. Her eyes met his intense gaze.

"You've been on my mind a lot you know? It's as if you put some kind of spell on me." He said. They were still close. Bonnie licked her lips which immediately drew Damon's attention.

"I didn't, I didn't put a spell on you." She said, unable to break her gaze away from his. Damon smirked.

"Maybe you should. It might be fun for the both of us."

Bonnie didn't know what to say. They were so close that she felt Damon's hard chest against hers. His eyes were so intense, so dark with some feeling she could not read. Was it lust? Bonnie stepped away and sighed.

"I don't want to put a love spell on you Damon." She went to the couch and sat. Damon stood where he was and watched as she continued to talk. "I feel bad as it is, having you chase after Elena even though she doesn't love you."

Any other time, words like that would have hurt him. He walked closer to Bonnie.

"I'm so over Elena. There is someone….new I have taken an interest in. She's beautiful and smart. A really," He paused and smirked, "Magical kind of gal. She listens to me, invites me in. This girl believes in me when no one else does." Damon sat on the couch next to her and stretched.

Bonnie had fought with the idea of liking Damon more than she should. She didn't want to get hurt by another vampire. Could this work, the both of them? Maybe love would be the thing to fully change him. Bonnie turned from staring out a window to Damon. He had his head resting on the back of the couch in her direction so when she turned, their eyes met.

Bonnie moved closer and much to Damon's surprise straddled him. Looking down on him, she studied his eyes. They were growing dark with desire. His hands clasped around her hips and held her there. Bonnie moved a strand of hair to the back of her ear and kissed him. What she got in return was anything but gentle.

His kiss was aggressive, controlling and possessive. His mouth hungrily devoured hers. Damon's tongue claimed every bit of her mouth. Bonnie had to pull back just to catch her breath. During the pause she could feel a hardness in between her legs. Damon's breathing was quick as if he too, was fighting for air.

"Are you sure about this, about me?" Damon's voice took on a deep sexy tone.

Bonnie leaned down and kissed him once more. She felt reckless. This was so out of character for her. Everything seemed so out of character. Since when did she start kissing boys, no wait, vampires? Since when did she want to? Damon was to blame. Damon was the one to blame for it all.

Chapter 3

Bonnie smiled when she met Elena at lunch.

"You seem perky." Elena commented. Caroline noticed it too.

"No I'm not." She replied.

Caroline nodded. "Yes you are. What's going on? It's a boy isn't it?"

Funny how girls always knew these things. Bonnie was perky. Mind blowing sex with a vampire did that to a person. Damon and Bonnie had been going out in secret for weeks now. He was even helping her with her magic. There were crystals set up around her room. Whenever they had sex, the tremendous energy they exuded, transferred to the crystals, giving her magic a huge boost.

Damon was on good behavior but this issue of feeding still came up. She didn't like him robbing the blood banks and didn't want him preying on the town's folk. She had an idea but was unsure about it. They say that one drop of a witches blood could destroy a vampire. Damon drank from Bonnie before and survived. He wasn't a regular vampire. Aside from poison, Bonnie couldn't find any other research on vampires drinking a witches blood.

She came home around four, book in hand. Damon was waiting for her inside. Setting the books on the table she said, "I think I found a solution for you to stay on human blood."

Damon walked over to the kitchen table and waited for her to continue. "You could drink from me…exclusively. I could take vitamins to help with the blood loss. It's not like you're going to drain me completely—"

Damon appeared behind her in a flash and bent her neck to the side. Bearing his fangs he said, "Is this what you want?"

"I'm not scared of you Damon. I know you wouldn't hurt me." She replied. He bit her as gently as he could and only took enough to give him back his strength. Her blood was sweet, sweeter than anything he had ever tasted. It was hard to stop, to not drain her when she tasted so good. Damon could feel the magic in her blood as it coursed through his system.

To Bonnie the bite was quick yet erotic at the same time. She found herself pushing her bottom into Damon's crotch as he bit her. This was something that didn't go unnoticed by Damon. While he was biting her, his hand was down the front of her pants. The thought of feeding off of her exclusively turned him on. She had completely given herself to him. He wondered how he could completely give himself to her.

END

A/N: My attempt at a story involving these two that wasn't smut. It was so hard not writing it because they are such a sizzling couple.