Damon was a famous horndog. No one could deny it. Bonnie had a hard time deciding whether it was bloodlust or physical lust that defined him, but either way, there was something seriously wrong.

It'd been a month since she'd lost her soul. The spell in the grimorie was much more complex than Bonnie previously thought. Bringing someone back to life wasn't your average wand-waving, rabbit in a top hat trick. It dealt with the afterlife. The dark, shady nothingness that all but the riskiest witches shied from. Grams had been gone for weeks. It'd take considerate power to dig through the darkness and wrench her back, vampire or no vampire. So every night, for a whole month, the minute Bonnie's father signaled lights out, she'd scale out the window and meet Damon.

Mandrakes could only reproduce at the stroke of midnight. Pixies only came out when there was moonlight. Spells to elevate her power levels could only be performed where all four elements were present. Hence the reasons for sneaking out at night into the woods. Damon really didn't need to be there for anything, but he always showed up. During these daily visits, both hardly said a word, which was beyond surprising for the loud vampire. But she really couldn't complain. It turned out that vampire blood was the universal enhancer for every spell, much like how water was the universal solvent. Besides, there was also the little fact that he owned her, and could very much do whatever he wished with her…

But why hadn't he? Taking advantage of her body wasn't expected- it was a given. The magic in her blood should've made it extremely appealing to his taste buds, yet he never even hinted at taking a taste. And, as for her body... well, Bonnie would be delusional not to consider herself attractive, so why wasn't he all over that? She could be his own handy dandy personal sex slave if he wished. A shudder of disgust shot down her spine at the very thought. Bonnie dreaded those things with every inch of her being, preferring death, but death wasn't even an option anymore. She couldn't take away her own life- it belonged to him. And she accepted it.

"Ow!" She yelled out in instinct when she passed too closely by a vine of thorns that slashed her bare thigh. She put down the grimoire to lift her skirt and inspect the damage, but pale, ashy hands suddenly replaced her own. Her breath caught in her throat and she was sure her murky green eyes were as wide as saucers as she suddenly found Damon directly in front of her, too-concentrated on the blood that was forming from the cut on her leg.

Fight or flight syndrome overwhelmed her at once. White-hot adrenaline pumped through her system. It took all the strength she didn't even know she had to choke it all down, so much that she felt physically nauseous. Her heart thundered painfully in her throat. He lightly ran his cool fingers over her small wound, picking up a single drop of blood. His nostrils flared at the sweet smell of it. He put his blood-coated finger in his mouth, tasting her intoxicating blood for the first time in months. Dark veins immediately appeared around his eyes as his fangs elongated. He groaned softly, savoring the taste.

Bonnie was suddenly aware of how close he was to her, their bodies nearly touching. She could feel the chill of his skin in the humid night as he stared hungrily at her. This was it. She resisted the urge to squeeze her eyes shut when he caressed her leg again. She mentally toughened herself for the incoming pain- but it never came. Damon gently adjusted her skirt back down over her small wound and turned away.

Bonnie blinked, surprised once again. She was sure that he was going to finally do something this time. Damon looked at her over his shoulder, "Coming?"

She quickly pulled herself together and nodded, picking up the grimorie and hurrying after him. This had gone on for too long now. Her nerves were on end. She was beyond tense every time she was with him, which was every night, anxiously expecting him to attack at any moment. He was such a… tease wasn't quite the word to describe it. That would insinuate that she welcomed his sexual advancements, and she clearly didn't… She just wanted him to get it over with already. Her frayed out nerves couldn't take this anymore. There must've been some secret, dark plot behind his civility, because she couldn't figure him out, and truthfully, she no longer cared. She just wanted him to get it over with already. Completely on edge, she followed him past a thick clump of trees to hunt down fresh pixie dust.

"Is there something wrong, Bonnie? You've been acting strange lately," Elena worried said when she managed to catch her best friend by her locker before third period.

"Have I?" She feigns ignorance, "Hmm. I'm sorry. I must be tired. I haven't been sleeping right."

Elena looks unconvinced, but reluctantly buys the excuse, nonetheless, "Alright… So, do you wanna hang out tonight or something? You can come sleep over and-"

"I'm busy," She hastily cuts off, "Sorry, Elena, but I'm gonna be late for math. Maybe some other time?" And without looking back, she hurries to class. Bonnie felt bad for lying to her best friend, but she had no choice. The only time Damon had used his control over her was when he forbade her to tell anyone of their little deal. Bonnie had no idea what his motivation behind that was, as she would've assumed that he'd be gleeful over this advantage he had over Elena and his brother, but she accepted it, no questions asked. She had no desire for her best friend to become aware of her betrayal either…

"That wasn't obvious at all," Damon sarcastically remarked as she walked in the room.

Bonnie nearly jumped in surprise. Instead, she gave him an indifferent quirk of the brows, "Sorry that my acting skills aren't up to your standards."

He followed her as she weaved through a crowd of people to her locker, "I guess you're going to have to try a little harder, Bon bon," He said, casually leaning against the locker next to hers, "The one thing I ask of you…"

Bonnie's throat tightened immediately. Don't tell anyone. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't want to broadcast the information of her servitude. It was a threat- a weapon he should be pretty damn proud of. There was some ulterior motive up his sleeve, but Bonnie couldn't figure out what it was. She bit her lip as she pulled some books from her locker, "You're right. I'll try harder."

It was completely against her nature to submit, which should've given Damon complete pleasure, but he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. "Damn right," He said, reaching in her locker to fiddle with her things, "Jesus, Bonnie. Could you get a nerdier calculator?"

She took the heavy black graphing calculator out of his hand, "Why don't you want anyone to know about us?" She asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

A slow smirk appeared on his face, "Don't question me, little witch."

"I won't," she instantly agreed.

He smiled, "Good. You're gonna have to try harder to convince Elena and the others."

"What are you suggesting?"

He took a step forward until his body was pressing hers into her locker. His gaze was surprisingly soft. He traced a cool finger along her jaw line, enjoying the feel of her frantic pulse under his fingertip. Her mossy eyes were huge with anticipation. She squeezed them shut, shivering at the feeling of his breath against her neck. Was he really going to do this here? At her school, in front of everyone? But she had no say in this, so it was pointless to worry… His fingers brushed her hair with shocking tenderness. Then- cool air.

She opened her eyes in confusion to find him halfway down the hall. "I'll let you know later, Bon bon," He carelessly called over his shoulder.

Bonnie exhaled deeply and clutched her bag to her chest. She thought she understood Damon Salvatore- she'd thought that she had figured him all out. Now she realized that all of that was wrong. He was doing the exact opposite of everything she expected him to. She realized that she didn't know him at all.

Bonnie fidgeted in the waiting room of the hospital, uneasy. Caroline was alive, and healing, apparently, but that doesn't change the fact that one of Bonnie's best friends was severely injured, almost killed. Bonnie wasn't sure how it happened, but she knew it had something to do with her position on Founder's Day. Her pact with Damon was finally affecting her best friends.

She lied to Elena. Bonnie told her that she was only sparing Damon for her sake, but it was a huge lie. The whole plot of feigning to deactivate the device was Damon's idea. He knew that she couldn't hurt him, and he wanted all the other vampires dead. Apparently, they were messing with his "mojo." But lying to Elena and deceiving her and Stefan to believe that she'd plow Damon over without regret- now that was painful. Elena was practically a sister to her. It was so difficult lying, but she did what she had to. It didn't ease the pain at all, though.

And now Caroline was in a hospital, too close to death for Bonnie's comfort. And somehow, she knew it was all her fault. So she felt relieved when Damon offered his blood. In fact, she encouraged it, despite Elena's uneasiness. There was something strange about Damon around Elena. Bonnie wasn't stupid- she knew about his attractions towards her pretty best friend as well as anyone with eyes did, but there was something more intense about it today.

But that wasn't her problem anymore. Caroline would be fine. Elena was better off not knowing. Her main concern was Tyler at the time being. She hugged him tightly as she stepped into the house, even though it was a conservative hand he offered.

"I know how hard it must be," She murmured in his ear, her heart truly hurting for him. This was also in some part her fault. In the confusion of the night, innocent Mayor Lockwood got mixed up in it as well. "I'm so sorry."

He didn't catch the ambiguity of her apology. He stiffly kissed her cheek, and forced a small smile for her, "No problem, Bonnie. I'm glad you made it."

They'd dated for a short few weeks as underclassmen, but surprisingly, they had remained friends afterwards, which is why he was always civil towards her, despite his misogynist, womanizing ways. Still, she took the hint that she shouldn't stretch her unwanted sympathies, and walked away to the refreshment table, though not without one last squeeze.

This was all her fault. Why was she such a horrible person? Bonnie nervously clenched her fist in the table cloth before her. Stress threatened to overwhelm her. But this would all be justified soon, she tried to convince herself. Soon Grams would be back- the only person in the entire world who understood her and loved her regardless of the unsightly picture the real Bonnie made. And life would make sense again.

That thought calmed her down slightly, but she still reached for a much needed drink, but was surprised when a pale hand beat her to it. Her eyes traveled up that arm to find a less than happy Damon before her. He silently poured both of them a drink and handed Bonnie her glass, but knocked his back before she could even touch her lips to the glass.

She raised an eyebrow, "Not the best day, either, huh?"

He shrugged, "I've had worse… barely."

She hummed in agreement and sipped her drink, "We really shouldn't be caught socializing," she wryly informed him.

"Oh, right. Frown a little."

She complied- it came effortlessly, "Your turn."

"Nah. Don't wanna match Stefan's brooding forehead."

"I see how that's a problem," She swirled around the contents of her drink.

"Hey, do you remember that spell we looked at last night? The headache one?"

"You mean the one that creates unceasing aneurysms only supernatural creatures can recover from?" she asked with a frown.

"Same difference. Try it on me now."

She opened her mouth, but quickly snapped it shut. It was unusual, but she couldn't question him. Besides, she didn't mind an opportunity to cause him pain. There was a flash of sadistic pleasure through her system as Damon clutched his temples and doubled over. She kept the spell going a second too long, enjoying his groans of pain… Then finally released it.

Damon eased up, still rubbing his forehead, "Good," he said through gritted teeth, "Better than I expected." Then, he walked away, leaving a confused witch behind.

She stared blankly at the spot he vacated. What was going on? Did Damon suddenly turn into a masochist? She sighed and poured half her drink down her throat. She was never going to figure him out.

Something caught her eye as she walked away to find Elena or someone else to socialize with. A tall, extremely attractive man with curly blonde hair in the doorway hugging Tyler. She paused, but identified it as Mason, an uncle she'd met once. Their eyes met for half a second across the room and there was something unnerving, but she shrugged it off and continued to go look for Elena... When she found her, she realized a second too late that it wasn't actually Elena at all.

It's been forever since I've updated, I know. I've been busy. Finally finished all my college apps, but now I'm in panic mode. Not a pretty picture. :/

I know that the events and dialogue are totally off. But I can't really remember the exact occurrences and I don't have the time to rewatch the episodes and figure it out. So, I apologize for that already. Especially the next chapter where Katherine and Bonnie speak, but I can't remember a word of what they say, only the basic gist. :( At least it's more interesting this way, watching me make up my own crap?

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