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She was running through some kind of forest, the twigs and dead leaves crunching unpleasantly under her bare feet. She didn't know where she was or why she was running, but she knew she couldn't stop, wouldn't stop until she got to wherever she was going. She heard a muffled cry in the distance. The sound was horrifying, someone was clearly in pain and she needed to help them, had to help them. She didn't think it was possible, but she started running faster.

She kept going, but never got closer. She heard the cry again. Her heart sank in her chest, the need to save whoever was in trouble practically unbearable. She felt like there was an invisible force keeping her from moving. She was running as fast as she could, but wasn't getting anywhere.

"Save the child."

She stopped dead in her tracks. The voice was soft, but surrounded her. She looked around to see who was there, but it was dark and hard to see.

"Save the child."

She spun around, but there was no one.

"Save the child. Save the child. Save the child. Save the child."

The voice was everywhere, but she couldn't find the source. It just kept repeating the same thing over and over. She started running again, trying to outrun the voice. It never stopped, it followed her.

"Stop it!" She cried. "Please just stop!" She just wanted it to go away. She ran and ran, until she finally came to a clearing. There was a large fire burning, a horrible stench filling the air and a lone woman standing next to the flames.

She walked toward her, curious. Why would there be such a large fire out in the middle of nowhere? Why was she standing next to it all alone? "Hello?" She called out. "Where am I?"

The woman turned around and looked at her. "Save the child."

"Who are you? What's going on?"

"Save the child."

"What child?" She asked losing her patience. "What are you talking about?"

The woman pointed at her stomach and said, "Save the child."

Bonnie awoke with a start. Her head pounding. Her body ached. She opened her eyes slowly, weary of any light that might be in the room. Thankfully, it must have been dark outside or someone had closed the curtains knowing that when she woke up she wouldn't be able to handle any light.

The bed she was in was extremely comfortable, but not comfortable enough to keep the pain at bay. She sat up against the headboard, groaned loudly and pressed her hand against her head trying to alleviate some of the pain.

"You're awake." She jumped, caught off guard. She hadn't noticed Damon standing over by the window. She hadn't been aware that she was in his room at the Boarding House, in his bed. The blood-red silk sheets covering her body should have been a dead giveaway, but she was too exhausted to comprehend things like that at the moment. She couldn't even remember the last time she slept in this bed. It was a very long time ago and it made her sad to think about him sleeping in this bed. When they should both still be resting happily in their own bed, the one they bought together, in their own house.

She let herself have a tiny little bit of hope that maybe, just maybe after the events that took place leading up to this moment there might be a beacon of light in the ever growing darkness.

"How long was I asleep?" She asked groggily, feeling like she had been asleep for days.

Damon looked uncomfortable, he had his arms crossed over his chest and he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Not very long. About fourteen hours. I took a lot of blood from you. You passed out. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Why didn't you just give me your blood?" She asked, honestly confused. That was the obvious thing to do. She would have been healed up instantly, no harm, no foul.

"Well," he started in voice so cold it sent chills down her spine. "I know how much you hate the idea of becoming a vampire. I didn't want to take the risk of giving you my blood. A lot can happen in the time it would take for it to leave your system. Better safe than sorry."

She swallowed hard. She really wasn't sure what to say to that. There really wasn't anything to say. They sat there in an uncomfortable silence, neither one knowing what to say. Damon was finally the one to speak up.

"I got one of Elena's shirts for you. All of your clothes are over on the dresser. I'll leave you alone so you can get dressed."

He walked out of the room and shut the door behind him. She sighed heavily. She didn't think they were ever going to be what they were, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to keep trying. She loved him and she was going to get him back. No matter what or how long it took.

She got out of the large bed and made her way over to the dresser, looking at her clothes. A shiver ran down her spine when she recalled the events that put her in this little predicament. The reason behind why he had to get one of Elena's shirts for her. She got dressed at a leisurely pace. Her body was in a delicious sort of pain and she really wasn't in any hurry to face Damon again. She sat down in the chair against the wall to put on her boots. She looked around the room; it was barren, cold, devoid of any emotion.

The bedroom they shared at their house was the polar opposite. There were decorations on the wall, family pictures scattered around the room. Theirs was a place you wanted to spend time in. His was a place you just wanted to get out of. It made her sad to think about him sleeping in this room, so cold and formal, alone. He should be in their bed with her, cuddled up so close you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. She really hoped that last night changed things, she doubted it, but she hoped.

She grabbed the last of her belongings and decided to face the music. She couldn't stay locked up in Damon's room forever. She opened the door and wasn't entirely surprised when she came face to face with the man in question.

"Did you get everything?" He asked formally.

"Yes." She replied in a small voice.

"Good. I don't want you forgetting anything."

"Well if I do I can just come back."

"No. I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" She was worried; this wasn't going the way she planned.

"Bonnie. I hope you don't think what happened last night changes anything, because it doesn't." His voice was stern, final. "Last night was a mistake. It never should have happened and it won't happen again." He enunciated every word, driving his point home. She got the message loud and clear. She has lost him forever. They were done.

Her tears pulled in the corners of her eyes. She gritted her teeth to help keep from blinking, not wanting her tears to fall. She didn't want him to see her cry again. Damon sighed, the pity written all over his face only making things worse. She didn't want his pity. She wanted his love, his forgiveness, everything to go back to normal. She wanted him to come home. She wasn't going to get any of those things, ever again.

"You should go home Bonnie. You could probably use more rest." He walked passed her into his room and shut the door without sparing her a second glance.

She stood staring at the door for a moment. The tears she held back falling freely down her face. She wiped them away. There was no use in crying. It wouldn't do any good anyway. She steeled herself, a sort of numbness taking over and stepped away from his door. No good staring at it all day.

She was close to the front door when she heard Elena call for her. She had hoped to make it out before anyone noticed. The last thing she wanted to do was to pretend to be strong. She kept walking, one- hundred percent willing to use the –sorry I didn't hear you- excuse next time they seen one another.

"Bonnie, didn't you hear me?" Elena asked, in a louder than necessary voice.

Sighing heavily she stopped and turned around to face her. Time to put on a show she thought. She should really get an award for these performances. "Elena, sorry. I'm a little out of it."

"I bet. Damon told me you passed out. I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to wake up. You should try to be more careful next time."

Bonnie was confused. What had Damon told her happened? The confusion must have shown on her face because Elena was starting to give her a suspicious look.

"Damon said you tripped and hit your head on a table. He said you hit it so hard it knocked you out." Elena said, judging her reaction. Waiting for proof that Damon had lied to her.

She played with the thought of telling her the truth, but that wouldn't benefit anyone, so there was really no point. "Yeah, that's what happened. You know how clumsy I can be." She hoped she was convincing enough. She really wasn't in the mood to answer any more questions. She was still feeling weak from the loss of blood, add to that Damon pretty much shutting the door on any future relationship between them and she was exhausted. She just wanted to go home, crawl in bed and cry her eyes out for about a year.

"You still don't look very good." Elena pointed out. "You should go home, get some more rest."

"Yeah, I'm still really tired." She silently thanked her best friend for taking mercy on her.

Before she knew what happened, Elena had wrapped her arms around her in a tight, warm and loving embrace. She didn't reciprocate. She knew if she let herself get lost in the moment, she would lose it and become a sobbing mess and she didn't want to push that burden onto her friend, especially when she had no right to be upset. It was all her fault, everything that was wrong, every heart that was broken, every tear that was shed, was all by her doing. So what right did she have to be upset?

When Elena finally pulled away from her she could tell she was trying not to cry. Bonnie really couldn't handle it if Elena started crying. She had to get out of here. "I'm going to go." She said trying to keep her voice from cracking. "I love you and I'll see you later."

"I love you too. I'll come over sometime later this week."

Bonnie didn't say anything else as she walked out the front door, closing it behind her. She leaned against it, needing its firmness to hold her up so she didn't collapse. Taking in shaky breaths, she gasped for air, filling her lungs with fresh oxygen. It had never been so hard to breathe before. She pushed herself off the door and made her way over to her car, unlocked the door and climbed in the driver's seat.

With shaky hands she tried putting the keys in the ignition, but they slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. "Damnit," She yelled, angry.

She hit the steering-wheel, the anger taking over her. Then she hit it again, and again, screaming the entire time. She hit it until her hands hurt and couldn't take anymore, and then she lost it. The tears she had been holding back cascaded down her face like two waterfalls after a dam breaking. She wrapped her arms around the steering-wheel for support while her body shook violently.

When she started to hyperventilate she tried to calm herself down, but her sobbing only intensified, and she sat there like that, sobbing uncontrollably for what seemed like ages, until she had no more tears to shed. When she finally stopped, she wiped off her face, grabbed her keys from the floor board, turned on her ignition, pulled out of Damon's driveway and drove herself home.

Damon saw everything, silently watching from the window in his room as she cried. His heart should have been breaking, he should have had to fight the urge to run to her, hold her in his arms and tell her everything would be alright. He didn't though, he just watched her curiously. Amazed at how easily forgotten his feelings for her were. This was one of those times he loved being a vampire.

He had no clue why he waited till now to turn off his humanity. It would have made the past six months a hell of a lot easier, but he knew turning everything off would mean forgetting his feelings for her altogether and as much as he hated what she did to him, he loved her more than anything in the world and he didn't want to lose that. He didn't care now though, he wanted it gone, he wanted it all gone and when she finally drove off he walked away from the window, he hadn't felt this alive in years.