He couldn't believe his eyes. Damon and Bonnie, Bonnie and Damon. He kissed her and drank from her. He always knew she was special to him. He knew she loved him. But never in their harrowing journey would they have imagined something like this. They both fought so hard for Elena. Why did her brother keep looking for Bonnie? But was there really anything special? or was it the simple act of drinking his blood? He shrugged slightly. Everything was more complicated than he had ever imagined. It wasn't Damon's normal character. His brother had a predilection for red hair and with their tumultuous sibling relationship it never occurred to him to ask him why. More than half a millennium ago they fought for another golden beauty. A mischievous, trickster and deadly beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. Katherine hurt them so badly. They have lost their way. They stopped being brothers until Elena appeared in their lives. He had to admit that he had never paid much attention to Bonnie. She was beautiful when he met her, but with a childish attitude and crazy romantic visions. He protected her because she was one of Elena's closest friends. She had finally become his friend. A fragile human being with an extraordinary gift. It helped him find and connect with Elena when he needed it. Elena died and he wanted to know about her. Bonnie did it for him. Bonnie also gave him her blood. She trusted him without reservation and he was grateful to her for that. He wanted to help her more, but too much had been happening around them since day one. Damon was with Elena now. Bonnie didn't deserve what he did to her. He doesn't deserve to suffer like him. He still loves Elena with all his power. Elena was his home, his port. He knows that Elena also wants only friendship from him; he will be there for her. ...... half of the paper ...... happened between them. It was clear that she would have expected more from him. He didn't know what he was going to do about it. He knew what needed to be done, but he wanted to do what his heart desired most. He held her against him. His arm resting on her slim waist. Her head resting on him. They came out of the Brats' house from hell. A vampire he knew too well stepped into their path. He had sensed a faint supernatural force, but ignored it. He was too intoxicated by Red Bird's blood to pay any attention. "Hello, brother" He tightened his grip on Kitten. She shifted a little and her soft voice interrupted his not-so-politically-correct remark. He frowned slightly. He intended to use Italian. "I dreamed about you." Both vampires reacted at the same time. “You what!!!” Her remark was for Stefan and not for him. Works CitedL. J. SMITH - DIARIES OF A VAMPIRE