I absolutely love this show. Great actors, villains, plots and action. I don't, however, love the idea of Damon and Elena getting together. I like them both but I just don't think they'd be very good for each other. I do like the idea of Bonnie/Damon however.

This is just a prologue so it is kind of short. This story takes ;place during As I Lay Dying.

I don't own The Vampire Diaries

Bonnie let out a sigh when she made it into Stefan and Damon's house. She shouldn't have come but she hated knowing that everything that had happened, that Jenna's death, had been for nothing…that they'd failed in everything but keeping Elena alive.

Walking into the parlor, she stopped at the door when she spotted Damon sitting not far from the fireplace. At first, she considered turning and walking in the other direction. She and Damon may have managed to be civil to one another as of late but that definitely did not make them friends.

She stopped, however and a frown formed on her face. The fire was blazing high and if Damon were sitting any closer to it something would definitely be scorched on him. The room was almost sweltering hot.

Also, she had been standing in the entrance of the room for the past several minutes and he still hadn't acknowledged her presence.

Against her better judgment, against that voice in the back of her mind that was always screaming at her that she should have killed Damon Salvatore a year ago, she walked deeper into the room. Stopping a few feet from him, she watched him a moment, wondering what had happened to send him into this spiral and who was going to lose their life because of it.

She hadn't been truly afraid of Damon in a while, not since she had gotten better with her powers but even she could admit that Damon could be frightening if only because of how unpredictable he was when he was hurt himself. Still, she had never backed down from him. She guessed it wasn't in her nature to do so. She was far from helpless. The look on Damon's face told her that perhaps she did need to be cautious.

"Come to judge me for my mistakes?" He finally spoke up, although he didn't look at her. Instead he took a drink from the glass that she hadn't noticed in his hand before and continued staring into the flames like he was trying to figure something out. She had never seen him in such a mood. She truthfully had never cared to. She knew the distruction he could cause in the name of his own pain.

"What are you doing?"

Damon ignored her words but not her. He finished off the last of his drink and stood in one smooth motion. When he turned to look at her, there was something in his eyes she had never seen before. He twisted his ring on his finger for a moment and shrugged, muttered something that sounded like 'you'll do.'

"Can we just get to the point?" He asked, setting the glass down and taking a step closer to her.

"The point?" Bonnie was thrown off by his tone, by the look on his face, by the words. This was something different than pain from a rejection, which was what she had been thinking...that maybe he had gone after Elena again and she'd turned him down...again. The look in his eyes, though, it wasn't that sort of pain.

"Why you're here," he said, like it was obvious. "You are here to make good on those threats to kill me, right?"

"I…" Bonnie shook her head. There was an expectant look in his eyes now, like he was waiting for her to make good on those promises. "I said if you-"

"Killed anyone. How about causing someone's death? I'm sure you blame me for Jenna's death."

Bonnie frowned. "Why would I think that?" She blamed nobody but Klaus and Katherine for that and even though she did have the tendency to look in Damon's direction whenever something bad happened, she saw no reason to blame him for this one.

She saw surprise flicker briefly in his eyes at the lack of blame from her but he seemed to shake it off pretty fast.

"That not enough? You remember that girl that went missing not long ago? The red head named Jessica?"

A feeling of trepidation welling up inside of her, Bonnie nodded. "Yes."

"Well, I waited for her out on the road…just like I used to. I stopped her, used compulsion on her and then I killed her." He took another step closer.

Bonnie was shocked silent by this admission, and she finally recognized the look in his eyes. He was close, almost in her personal space, asking her for something she never thought he would. He wanted her to kill him. The expectant look in his eyes...it was for that. He wanted it.

"Why are you trying to get me to kill you?" She asked finally, quietly. There was no anger in her voice, only confusion.

He took a step back at the question, rolled his eyes and picked up the bottle of bourbon he'd left sitting on the table. "If you're not going to follow through, you can go." He waved her away with a look of disdain on his face.

"Damon…" Her curiosity at the strangeness of this situation got the better of her and she reached out to grab him before he could walk away from her. Her fingers brushed the skin of his wrist and a gasp escaped her lips. First, at how cold his skin was, and second at what she felt and saw from that one little touch.

"What happened to you?" She asked before she could stop herself. Reaching out, she grabbed his other arm and pulled up the sleeve of his black shirt. He didn't fight her on it and she caught the look of resignation on his face.

His forearm was a mess of colors. Red and blue bruises snaked out from the center like veins and it seemed to be spreading as she watched it.

"You…" She shook her head and released his arm as she processed this bit of information.

"Werewolf bite," he offered, pulling his sleeve back down.

"You're dying." It was a statement, not a question. She knew, just like all of them, what a werewolf bite did to a vampire. Her frown deepened at the thought, at her own words as several mixed emotions welled in her. That little voice was back again, yelling in triumph.

"Be happy, judgy," Damon said, bringing her out of her thoughts. "You're finally getting what you want. I'll be dead in a couple of days."

Damon toasted her with the bottle and turned to walk towards the stairs, leaving her in the parlor by herself with her warring emotions.