A/N: I know. I know. I know. I suck! You guys have waited far to long for this update.

So here is a nice fluffy chapter before all hell breaks loose...

No you won't have to wait months for that to happen. I will do better!

P.S. Delena haters beware. This chapter might make you a little queasy. Lord knows I barely got through writing it! LOL!

Chapter 9

Elena was sick to her stomach. She couldn't stand the way Stefan looked at Bonnie, nor did she appreciate Damon's hoggish disposition where Bonnie was concerned. The tiny witch/ex best friend was working her last nerve. Elena watched from across the room as Bonnie swung her hips provocatively to the beat of the music.

"A dancing Angel!" Elena sneered to herself. 'Bonnie had to be the sluttiest angel ever.'

She had every man in the house wrapped around her flawlessly manicured finger. 'When did she have time to get her nails done anyway?' Damon never let her out of his sight, and Elena damn sure never let Damon out of hers.

Elena continued to watch Bonnie irritatedly as the witch effortlessly usurped her romantic cabin getaway.

"Stargazing?"

Startled from her thoughts, Elena looked toward Stefan's concerned visage.

"Uh… yeah." She tries to keep him from realizing her jealous musings.

"It's okay. To feel threatened." He tells her.

"Threatened?" Elena scoffs. "By Bonnie Bennett?" She shakes her head.

Stefan shrugged a shoulder. They both knew the truth. He didn't need her to admit it.

"Bonnie is a beautiful woman, even before the…" He started, but was cut off by Elena,

"Yeah, I know." She spat, confusion written all over her face. "Didn't think she was your type."

For a brief moment Stefan was perplexed. 'Type?' What type was Elena referring to; short, curvaceous, witch, angel?' Stefan nearly lost his eyebrows in his hairline when he quickly realized what Elena was referencing. She didn't think Bonnie was his type because she was black. Although annoyed by the narrow-minded comment, Stefan chose not to address it.

"Bonnie Bennett is every man's type." He chose to say instead "Always has been."

"Really?" Elena patronized. "Because I don't remember you drooling over her when we were together."

"Perhaps your eyes were preoccupied." He told her honestly.

Elena folded her arms across her chest, suddenly feeling exposed. She and Stefan never really discussed how he felt about her relationship with Damon. He just let her move on, and she was thankful for that.

"Is that what this is about?" She deflected. "You want to rehash our teenage love affair?"

Stefan shook his head, sad to see that Elena's arrogance was still a prominent part of her personality. He had hoped that some of her 'less than appealing' character traits were a result of her vampirism. But, lo and behold, Elena's conceit had nothing to do with her immortality.

"I just came out here because you looked like you needed a friend." Stefan spoke wistfully.

The Elena he fell in love with years ago no longer existed, and in her place was someone he couldn't be sure he liked. He didn't wait for her to reply. He simply spun on his heel to return to the cabin.

Damon was so busy watching Bonnie he didn't notice Elena sulking outside. His brother walked past him on his way back inside.

"Perhaps you should peel your eyes off Bonnie's ass for a few seconds, and pay some attention to the girl you call the epic love of your life?"

Stefan almost laughed because it seemed to take everything in Damon to look away from the swaying hips of the tiny Bennett.

Damon knew he had some making up to do with Elena. This was supposed to be their private get-away, but he brought a houseful of people with them. He told her Stefan insisted on he and Caroline getting away too, and they couldn't very well leave Bonnie behind considering her new fragile state.

"She dropped a houseful of Klaus' vampires with one look Damon." Elena had chastised. "Her state is hardly fragile."

Damon had no reply to that, but still brought Bonnie along. And Bonnie brought Klaus, so Elena insisted Alaric and Jeremy should come too. Enzo invited himself.

Damon joined his girlfriend outside. He kissed her tenderly on the forehead as he joined their hands.

"Walk with me." He whispered in her ear.

He knew Elena wasn't used to someone else being the center of attention. She wasn't normally a spiteful person, but a lot happened while she was stuck sleeping. And that would affect anyone's morale. Bonnie was high on his list of priorities, but his girlfriend was feeling unloved. He needed to give her his full attention.

They walked with their fingers intertwined down the tree lined path toward the lake where they watched the sunset.

"This is nice." Elena told him as she leaned into his chest.

Damon wrapped his arms around her tighter, and kissed her just below her ear.

"It is." He agreed. "And when we get back to the cabin, we will lock ourselves in the master suite…"

Elena smiled widely, and attacked him before he finished his sentence. She kissed him fervidly. Damon's blood rushed straight to his groin. He moaned into her mouth while deepening the kiss. All sane thoughts left his brain, and all he could think about was getting her back to their room. As they made their way back to the cabin, Damon was thankful that everyone else had apparently called it a night. He and Elena made their way up to the master suite sloppily clawing at each other's clothes as they bit at each other's lips. Elena moaned loudly as the back of her knees hit the mattress. He wasted no time entering her with a powerful thrust. Elena let out the first of many moans that night. She and Damon may have had their issues, but when they came together intimately they were unstoppable, they were passionate, and most importantly they were loud. Everyone in the cabin heard them enjoying each other.

The following morning Elena was practically floating from euphoria. Damon had worshiped her body all night long, so she no longer doubted their connection. On her way downstairs she chastised herself repeatedly for feeling threatened by Bonnie. Her angelic friend was not the one screaming his name last night. She even admitted to herself that she hadn't been the greatest friend to Bonnie. She realized that she secretly held some resentment toward her best friend because Damon never even thought twice about saving the witch. And although she felt relieved that her best friend wouldn't have to die, she still felt a little put out that Damon didn't have to be convinced of this. But her anger toward Bonnie was misplaced. And as long as Damon kept his dick away from Bonnie, Elena could even overlook the moment of weakness the two shared in the 1994 prison world. Elena was never the "jealous girlfriend," and she wasn't about to start being one now.

She joined Damon in the kitchen. He was happily making a ridiculously large breakfast for everyone. She kissed him good morning then began quietly setting the dining room table. By the time Damon was placing breakfast on the table, everyone else was joining him and Elena in the dining area. Damon rolled his eyes as he watched Klaus and Enzo rush to pull out Bonnie's chair for her. Both supernatural leeches were already working his last nerve, and it wasn't even noon. And despite Damon's hard work in the kitchen, breakfast turned out to be extremely awkward.

Stefan made a show of fussing over Caroline. Although, Damon couldn't be sure if he was trying to stake his claim for Klaus' sake, or trying desperately to ignore his attraction towards Bonnie for Caroline's sake.

Elena was unnecessarily catering to Bonnie, probably trying to prove that she was a good friend after all.

Caroline was also kissing Bonnie's ass, although Damon wasn't sure why. Maybe she too was trying to prove that she could be a good friend towards the woman that was unknowingly stealing away Stefan's affections.

Alaric looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. Damon guessed his heart rate speeding up every time he looked at Bonnie was making him uncomfortable. The guilty expression on his face was a dead give away.

Jeremy was still angry about Damon sampling his ex-girlfriend. And Damon couldn't find it in himself to give a fuck. In fact, if Elena hadn't been sitting at the table, he would have taunted the little prick. Oh how he loath Jeremy Gilbert. And if he were being honest with himself, he would admit that he hated anyone who had the audacity to put their hands on Bonnie Bennett. Which is why it took every ounce of self control he had to keep from pouncing on the stupid hybrid from across the table, and wiping that shit eating grin off his ugly face. Enzo too. They were both two seconds away from an ass whipping.

And Bonnie sat back regally like the Goddess she is, totally unaffected by any of them. Her eyes were on Damon. He doesn't know how she was doing it, but he could feel her breath prickling his left ear. His surprised eyes shot to hers. She was still sitting across the table, seemingly unaffected. Her lips did not move, but her seductive voice whispered in his ear.

"Calmare il sentinella!" (calm down sentinel)

"Seriously?" Damon chastised aloud.

All eyes shot to Damon, confusion was the mood most prominent in the room. Bonnie remained calm, and even had the nerve to wink at him when Klaus ran his filthy mutt hands down her exposed back right between her wing plate. It was too personal, too intimate, boarding on provocative. Damon shot to his feet, hands slamming against the table causing drinks to spill over. He was beyond pissed, but Bonnie didn't even flinch. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying his antics. If her arched brow was any indication.

"Gabbia La tua strega animale!" (cage your pet witch!)

Damon seethed. You could practically see the steam coming out of his nostrils.

Klaus smirked, enjoying the tension he was causing. Bonnie gently set her plate aside, dap the corner of her mouth with her napkin, and left the table. She wasn't about to put up with Damon's jealousy after he kept the entire house awake half the night enjoying his whore. Bonnie and Damon spent many lifetimes together. She knew him better than he knew himself, and she knew the best way to punish him was to ignore him. She's ignore his little temper tantrums, his childish outburst, and his deluded double standards.

She'd even ignore his pathetic excuse of a relationship, but she sure as hell wouldn't put up with his blatant disrespect. She didn't care whether or not he remembered their past lives together. Continuously bedding his whore with her several feet away was outright disrespectful, and she'd enjoy every moment of teaching him that lesson. Bonnie had spent her first few days as a virtue building a small, but formidable Contingent. Caroline and Matt loved Bonnie and were loyal. They would do anything for her. Stefan she chose for his protective nature. He was Damon's brother, so trust came easily. She cared nothing about who he was in a past life they shared. Enzo needed very little magical coaxing to be loyal to her only, and Klaus was too powerful to leave be. The moment she step into the room with him, she knew she had to have him. Manipulating him was no child's play, but Bonnie did it without breaking a sweat. Now his fealty was with her. She was still on the fence about Alaric, but she was watching him closely. She would know soon enough if she wanted him. Jeremy she'd written off the moment he opened his mouth about her fidelity.

Bonnie knew she could choose any one of her warriors to keep her bed warm, but Klaus got under Damon's skin like nobody's business so she'd use him. Hell, they'd use each other, and she had no doubts about enjoying every second of it. Abstaining from worldly pleasures as a means to serve God did not appeal to her. She was not burdened by the ways of man. Pleasure was hers for the taking. She would have Klaus soon. Pissing Damon off would be a bonus.

Damon was on edge from that morning's breakfast. He already wanted to rip someone's heart out, so when he and Elena passed Bonnie's room on the way to the master suite for round six he heard his brother's soft whispers and kicked the door in.

He wasn't sure what was going on, but if his brother had his hands on Bonnie he was going to kill him. Damon knew he had no rights to be acting like a jealous boyfriend, especially after fucking Elena's brains out the night before. And nevermind the fact that he was about to do it again. He didn't care. Bonnie was his. He felt that in his heart even before she became a virtue. Her death and subsequent resurrection just confirmed that for him.

As his eyes landed on a fully clothed Stefan, he heard Bonnie say "it wasn't you who raped me Stefan."

Bonnie was tired of explaining this to him, but he couldn't get passed what he learned about their past lives together. When Stefan came to her door to apologize again, Bonnie groaned. Stefan was beating himself up about something he had no control over, nor could change. How could she make him understand that she did not hold him accountable for what was done in a past life? Before she half-way began her reassurance, Damon and Elena burst through her closed door.

"I'm sorry what?!" Damon asked in reference to her saying she'd been raped.

His eyes shot to Bonnie's, and she quickly lowered her gaze to the floor.

"Get the fuck out!" He growled out, not realizing how harsh it seemed to Elena. She acquiesced though because she too wanted to understand what was going on.

Stefan rushed off to his room, but Elena stood outside of the door trying to hear what was going on.

"Dimmi!" (tell me!)

Damon demanded.

"Abbiamo condiviso una vita passata con il tuo fratello." (we shared a past life with your brother.)

"Vi ha violato?" (he raped you?)

Damon shouted, his anger getting the best of him.

"Egli non è responsabile di quella vita. La sua anima già espiato per esso." (He is not responsible for that life. His soul already atoned for it.)

Bonnie spoke back calmly. Outside the door, Elena wished she spoke Italian. She could tell by Damon's tone that he was angry.

"He will pay for this!" Damon yelled before throwing the door open, and rushing past Elena.

A/N: Please don't complain about small errors... this chapter was edited by a 13 year old. Yes I allow her to read this story! Raise your kids how you want... I'll do the same. Thank You! We're not here for your opinions on that!

Anyhow, Bonnie will get her some of Klaus next chapter. (fair warning!) And Damon, Bonnie, and Stefan have some things to work out. Plus I was trying to limit the amount of "past lives details" I write, but I have so many ideas and era's I want to incorporate. Tell me what you think? More past lives, or no? And Virtue Bonnie is on a mission, so she will be killing some more vampires. Maybe some we know and love/ or hate!

A/N: I will be updating my story Witchling next. If you have not done so already, check it out!