Chapter 2: If is the last thing I do

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After crashing for two hours, Bonnie wakes up. She stretches out and rubs her left thigh since she fell asleep on top of the remote control. Bonnie gets up from the couch and sees that it 8:30 p.m. and her father has not returned from work. Her father's late night irritates Bonnie just bit and then again this is the routine of her life. Her father Sean Edward Bennett treasures his job more than the moments he could share with her daughter. Then again she understands that ever since Abby Bennett disappeared out of their lives. It seems as the only way to mask the hurt for Sean is to be immerse with work and Bonnie understands this but why does he have to shut her out?.

Groaning in annoyance Bonnie gets up from the couch and walks straight to the kitchen. She decides to reheat the chicken tenders from the night before and make some spaghetti with tomato sauce. Before starting on the spaghetti she remembers to make a salad. She thinks to herself let's keep it healthy. Forty five minutes later Bonnie has finished cooking and she is ready to make herself a plate, when she hears the doorbell ring.

She walks to the door and looks through the window adjacent to the door and she sees Damon standing in front of her porch. Bonnie finds this unusual and she starts to debate if it is a good idea even to open the door. When Damon raises his voice to ensure she can hear him and he says "Judgy ! I know you are in there. I can hear your heart beat and by the way I just want to talk to you. This is very important …" After hearing that Bonnie just let out a sigh and opened the door before Damon would go on bothering her and she really does not want to be anywhere around him. So might as well get this over with. She proceeds to open the door and she sees Damon leaning on the side of her porch's railing. He stands there with his usual dark attire. Damon has his black leather jacket, black v-neck t-shirt from Armani and dark jeans. The witch smirks and thinks how can something so evil can be hot all at the same time. Damon looks at her with a smirk painted on his face and at the same time ogling her body. Then he says "What took you so long Judgy?" and Bonnie gives him a dirty look a beat " it is not an everyday thing that I get to encounter a psychopath. But tell me Damon what is it that brings you here?"

He replies " well Bonnie oh dearest. I came by to tell you that I saw Stephan. And since we have been on the lookout for him for the last month. I wanted to remind you that my baby bro is off the rails and that you should be careful...ok?"

"Wow" replied Bonnie with a sarcastic tone and rolled her eyes. A beat "It that all you came by to say. Could you not have Care or Alaric call me or come here themselves? Also I know that Stephan is not the same since he been associate with that outrageous psychopath. Plus I would like to get your filthy corpse off my porch. Before I grill your putrid persona. Unless this heartfelt warning has something to do with Elena. Because everything you do revolves around Elena—."

Before Bonnie could finish Damon cuts her off and says "Ouch.. Judgy that really hurt my feelings and why do you have to be a jerk?." A beat. "Oh and thanks for the analysis but as much as it pains me to admit this. We are a team now and I wanted to make sure that we are all in the same page. Oh and yes it does has to do with Elena. I want her to be safe and I know how much you matter to her so… I want to make sure her loved ones are safe as well."

Bonnie says "Ok. Damon thanks and you know you are not the kind a person many like to be around so save the drama queen impersonation for another day, will ya. Oh and I will keep my eyes open."

Damon just looked at Bonnie and said "alright Bennett that's all I wanted to tell you and trust me coming here was not something I enjoy. And by the way bon appétit" With that Damon disappeared. Bonnie shook her head before her anger and confusion would take over. She turned around and went back inside her house.

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