Soo when plot bunnies enter my head, I have to get them on a document so that I don't forget. I've been thinking of this little plot for awhile-don't know where I am going yet, but is anyone interested in the ride with me?

I'm thinking that it starts after Bonnie/Damon kidnap Mason and going from there...with my own twist.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I walked into my house and slammed the door behind me, which actually hurt my already bruised wrist. I looked down at my new shirt and screamed…my perfect white peasant girl shirt was totally ruined and it had blood on it. Who can I blame for this…oh I know…Damon Salvatore.

He was the reason why I had to deal with Mason Lockwood who basically bled on me from Damon punching him in the nose and my wrist being bruised and sore. "Damn him!" I screamed as I dropped the grimoire on the couch and walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I slammed the refrigerator door and screamed as I shook my wrist.

"Maybe you shouldn't do that when you're wrist is swollen", a cocky, arrogant, homicidal voice said from behind me.

I narrowed my eyes…couldn't he just leave me alone for a day…or two…or YEAR!

"What do you want…I did what you asked, I have a ruined shirt and a sore wrist to go with it", I snapped as I turned around, "and how in the hell did you get in here?"

"I did say thank you", Damon answered.

"Yes…I believe you said…Hey Judgey…Thanks…excuse me if I wasn't sold".

"You know what you need?" Damon asked advancing toward me.

"What…to forget that I ever knew you?"

"Oh come on Bonnie…you know, you don't really mean that", Damon frowned as he backed me up against the counter top.

"I do and if you come any closer to me…I swear to all things holy, I will spend the next hour giving you an aneurysm over and over again".

"You know Bonnie, you don't really mean that".

"I do…want to try me?"

"Hmm…I rather try something else…" he said smiling at me in a very weird way and before I could even think about giving him an aneurysm, his lips are on mine and I'm not sure what happened or why I didn't react the way I should have, but I let him kiss me.

I closed my eyes and I think (not sure) that I moaned, I must have because Damon stopped kissing me and looked at me with that cocky grin, "Oooh I think she likes it", he smirked.

"Shut up!" I hissed as I pulled him closer to me and locked lips with him.

I could feel him picking me up and carrying me out of the kitchen with his lips never leaving mine. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I felt this need…this hunger to be with him and it was something I never felt before exactly.

I felt as he kicked open my bedroom door and threw me on the bed. I struggled to get my shirt off as Damon ripped his off. I then went for his belt buckle as I pulled down his jeans, "Oooh eager witch are we?" he smirked as I pulled him down on top of me.

"Didn't I say shut up…if I didn't believe that mouth would be useful, I would close it", I said as I felt him slide my jeans down.

"Hmmm", he said as I felt him enter me as I gasped and I felt his fangs break the skin on my neck.

My eyes flew open as I looked around the room. I was alone in my bed, I touched my neck and it was wet…I flipped on my light and noticed blood on my fingers.

"What the hell?" I whispered as I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom flipping on the light and examining my neck. Two puncture wounds were clear as day with blood seeping out of them, I looked back to my room and there was nothing…and no one.

SSSSS

As soon as I went to focus on the other part of her neck, I felt a cold wind come through my window causing me to open my eyes. I sat up in bed alone as I licked my lips, I could still taste her sweet blood in my mouth. Her blood was intoxicating…I remember it being so from the first bite I took violently after Emily had betrayed me, but tonight…when she allowed me to; it was something that made me want to drain her dry. But what…she's not here…was it all a dream? A dream that I would die trying to make come true?

I sat back in bed with a grin on my face. Oh yes, Bonnie Bennett…I would taste her blood again, one way or the other.

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