Damon logic:

A.N: Hi my fellow Bamonators ,so this is my first published fanfic so please don't be cruel about your comments I'm a very sensitive soul and yes I do cry easily, I refuse to acknowledge the Delena relationship not because I got something against them being together but suddenly Damon's become this puppy all in the name of love ,No wonder people beat the crap out of him. Give me back Damon from season one then I'll acknowledge the weird Delena thing. Okay I'm done rambling this takes place after the HUG between Damon and Bonnie which made my fan girl heart soar. Bonnie is a little brainwashed by Silas and so is not as compliant as she usually is.

Chapter 1

Damon strolled out of the manor and was about to climb in his Camaro when he heard Elena's voice call for him. Turning around slowly he faced her wearily, "Yeah?", he asked not making any move to get any closer to her. "Where are you going?", she asked him smirking in a way that slightly and creepily reminded him of Katherine. "I'm going to get a drink, don't wait up", he said turning and preparing to get in his car when she appeared in front of him with her hand on his chest. "Your avoiding me", she said with a blank face but with mischief dancing in her eyes. "What makes you think that Elena?, I'm just going to get a drink, I would invite you along but you're underage so…", He said removing her hand from his chest and slipping into his car and driving away from a chuckling Elena.

Bonnie stepped into the grill and made her way over to the bar. "A beer please", she said as soon as she sat down rubbing her wrists. "I.D please" , the bartender asked looking at her wearily, she smiled simply and motioned for him to come closer. "I already showed you my I.D and you will serve me for the rest of the night, no complaints", she said looking into his eyes while touching his arm. The bartender nodded blankly and gave her a beer walking away as if in a trance. "I didn't know witches could compel", Damon said sitting down next to her smirking all the while. "How dumb could you be?,I mean where do you think a vampires ability to compel comes from? The sky?", Bonnie asked opening her beer and downing it. "No need to be mean witchy , I'm just trying to make conversation", Damon said calling a female bartender over who had been eyeing him since he stepped in the grill. "Hi, I'm Stacy, what's your poison?", she asked smiling at him flirtatiously. "And cue the smirking", Bonnie mumbled taking another swig at her beer. "What?" , Damon asked completely ignoring the swooning girl behind the bar. "I didn't say anything ", Bonnie said avoiding eye contact. "Yes you did say something" Damon said staring down at her. Bonnie not being the sort of person to back down stared back at him. "Fine, I said and cue the smirking", Bonnie said looking for the guy who was supposed to keep her happy. "What does that mean?", Damon asked turning in his seat to get a better look at the witch. Bonnie sighed and turned to face him, "It means that you've become so predictable lately". Leaving him to think over her words Bonnie grabbed her bag and left giving up on getting drunk.

Damon's P.O.V

The witch was right of cause like she always is, I have become predictable. Hell, I could even say I've become domesticated which don't get me wrong is not a bad thing it's just not MY thing. It's more for people like Stefan or Barbie or Tyler. I'm so bored, and a bored Damon is never a good Damon. "Damon Salvatore", a familiar female voice sounded behind me. I turned in my seat to come face to face with a beautiful young woman with just the right amount of curves, curly brown hair and striking blue eyes which was accentuated by her caramel skin. "Bridget?", I ask not quite sure. She smiles a knowing smile and gives me a little aneurism which lets me know it's definitely her. She lets it off soon though so it doesn't hurt…much. "You never called you ass!, I thought you were dead", she rants while pulling me into a hug or more like death grip. She lets me go and jumps onto the bar table sitting with her legs crossed facing me despite the bartender's protests. "What are you doing here?", I hiss lowering my voice and looking around for anyone suspicious, "Are you ok?, where's Betty and Bianca?", she rolls her eyes and jumps off the counter. "Their fine ,nothing's wrong. Their over at the manor probably driving Stefan up the wall, we came because I had a vision". She said taking a swig at my drink and grimacing. "You could've texted me, you didn't have to come all this way to tell me about one of your witchy dreams", I said feeling my anger rising. "Bonnie needs us, you didn't expect us to just let her be did you?" she said glaring at me and then grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the grill which I allowed for some odd reason. "Our tattoos have been flashing and our powers have been going hay wire which could only mean one thing", she said showing me her arm which had the tattoo with the universal witchcraft symbol that was flashing. "The gate's falling apart isn't it?", I ask already knowing the answer. She nods and follows me to my car.

A.N: So Bonnie is in trouble? And who are these mystery girls Damon feels so protective over?...all will be revealed in the next chapter. Let me know what you think…