Yes, I finally managed to upload something! This is my first FF, please review and tell me if you think I should continue with this story! Shout outs to SuperFunkyGirl1 by the way, for just being awesome generally and giving me the metaphorical kick up the ass to finish writing this thing :P

PS. I am a lazy ass, so don't expect the next chapter any time this week, but if I get reviews, the next chapter might materialize quicker :)

*Bonnie's POV*

Damon had been human for three hours now, and the novelty of the situation had worn off and the grim reality had begun to set in. When we had first found out, everyone laughed. Damon, proving that becoming human hadn't changed his personality, yelled at us, then blamed everyone but himself for what had happened.

Nobody was laughing now. Damon was upstairs, smashing everything in sight and cursing furiously in Italian, while Sage was trying (and failing) to calm him down. Downstairs, the rest of us were watching Stefan smashing everything in sight and cursing furiously in Italian, while Elena was trying (and failing) to calm him down.

Stefan and Damon were more alike than they would care to admit.

"Merda! Pezzo di merda!" Stefan yelled with such vehemence that we all took a step back. "He just takes what he wants, no matter who he hurts in the process!"

I took a deep breath. "But Stefan…"

I paused. I could feel everyone in the room turning to look at me. The look in Stefan's eyes was murderous. "…What?" he said with icy precision.

"Well… to be fair to him..." (at this point Stefan's eyebrows practically hit the roof) "It's not like he… wanted to be human." I finished in a tiny mouse-squeak.

"Exactly!" He was spitting out each word like something disgusting was stuck in the back of his throat. "He didn't want his humanity, but he stole mine because he knew it would hurt me! He did this on purpose!"

This time it was Meredith who spoke. "Stefan," she said, sounding as calm as if she dealt with this kind of situation every day, "You're being unreasonable. Why don't you calm down, go upstairs and talk to Damon?"

Stefan was practically trembling with rage. " Whose side are you on, Meredith? Talk to him? I'll fucking murder him! Vaffanculo! Andate tutti a 'fanculo!"

And with impossible speed, Stefan Salvatore ran out the front door, slammed the door so hard that the doorknob fell off, and kept running.

We all slowly breathed a sigh of relief. "I've never seen him so pissed off," Matt sighed.

Elena gently put an arm around him. "I know. And Shinichi's still out there, hell bent on destroying the town. How can we fight him if we can't even get along?" she moaned softly.

The kitchen door opened with a slow creak and Mrs. Flowers gradually emerged from behind it, carrying a tray laden with food – cakes and a mug of hot chocolate.

"What is this?" she enquired.

It was the tray of human food I had made for Damon, but from the smashing coming from upstairs, it didn't sound like Damon was ready to consider the practicalities of being human. So I had set it aside and forgotten about it. "Oh, that," I said. "It's just some … things … for-"

"Ah, of course," she replied. "Would you like me to take it upstairs?"

Meredith sighed and said "Actually Mrs. Flowers, Bonnie and I can do it."

"Meredith, are you crazy? I squealed. "He'll rip your head off!"

"Maybe… but I'd rather not be here when Stefan gets back." She smiled. " Pezzo di merda!" she said in a startlingly accurate impression of Stefan's voice. And for the second time this morning, we all simultaneously burst out laughing.

"Come on, Bonnie…" Meredith said, half-dragging me up the stairs.

*Damon's POV*

"Damon… come on, you're not going to achieve anything by smashing your head against the wall…" Sage was saying.

"There's nothing left to smash!" I yelled, and ran into the wall again.

Sage didn't say anything for a while. He just sat back in a sagging armchair and raised one eyebrow. "You'll hurt yourself," he said, sounding like he was talking to a five year old.

"I don't give a shit! I hate this! I can't be human; I'm not a fucking human! Merda!" I smashed my head against the wall again, but Sage was right, I wasn't achieving anything. Beating myself up about it might kill off half my brain cells, but it wouldn't make me a vampire. I realised I was going to have to completely and utterly humiliate myself – I was going to have to ask Sage for help. Great. "Sage…" I said slowly, in the same patronizing tone he used to speak to me, "I…" I couldn't think of anything witty or clever to say. I shook my head and said simply, "Help me. We've been friends for... what, 300 years? Please, help me. I need you to make me a vampire again. I can't be human; I wouldn't know what to do with myself. For God's sake, I don't even know how to breathe."

Sage shook his head. "Sorry, mon ami, as much as I hate to see you suffer, I also… love watching you suffer."

"Seriously! After everything we've been through…"

"Sorry," Sage interrupted. "I mean, watching you suffer, it is… somewhat hilarious." He had a stupid grin on his face. Sage was one of my oldest friends, but at times, he could really be a pain in the ass.

"Please, Sage…" I pleaded.

Sage laughed, a low, patronizing laugh. "Don't beg, Damon. You look pathetic."

I tried to growl at him, but it wasn't something that came naturally to humans – I didn't sound menacing, I just sounded like I had a sore throat or something. "Oh, leave me alone, you …piece of crap!"

As insults go, it was pretty lame, but I was tired, I was sick of the sight of him, and I really wanted to be alone. I didn't really care anymore. Sage turned around and walked slowly out of the room. He smiled. "As you wish, mon ami," he said before he shut the door.

I stood against the wall for a few seconds, staring at the door. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing. In… and out… I had never felt so completely alone. In… out… After everything I did to rescue him from the Dark Dimension, Stefan still hated me. In… out… But if it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been there in the first place. In… out… in… out… They all hated me. This time yesterday, I wouldn't have cared if Stefan's little band of humans all dropped dead, but now I wanted their acceptance more than anything. It was getting harder to shut out my emotions. Finally, due to a combination of dizziness, the throbbing pain in my head, and sheer loneliness, I sank into a heap on the floor and let a single tear fall down my cheek. I wiped it away furiously with the sleeve of my leather jacket. I hadn't cried since… I couldn't even remember the last time I cried. But suddenly, I couldn't stop myself. I buried my head in my hands and let out a low moan.

In… out… in… out…

There was a knock at the door. I quickly scrubbed at my eyes, removing all traces of tears, and tried to pull myself together. "Come in," I said, in what I hoped was a disinterested voice.

It was Mrs. Flowers, escorted by those two whiny little human girls, Bonnie and Meredith, carrying a tray laden with human food. As she set the tray down on the floor, I inspected its contents with low expectations. It looked like pig shit. I scowled.

"What do you want?"

"Damon…" Bonnie sighed. "We just… wanted to see how you were…" She smiled. Bonnie was always pathetically optimistic. I wanted to say, I feel like shit, what do you think? I wanted to tell her to leave me alone,but even I couldn't be mean to Bonnie. That would be like kicking Bambi in the face. Instead, I smiled back. She asked again, "How are you feeling?"

"Great… just great." I replied sarcastically. Not wanting to discuss my feelings, I changed the subject quickly. "How's Stefan?"

Meredith chuckled dryly. "Pissed off, totally irrational… he's acting like a two-year-old."

For the first time since today's events, I laughed. "Sounds like Stefan."

"I've never seen him like this before," Bonnie added.

"Well, getting his humanity back meant a lot to him…" Meredith said, glaring pointedly at me.

I sighed. "Don't look at me like that Meredith, how was I supposed to know? Believe me, Stefan's not the only one who's severely pissed off about the whole thing."

"That's funny," Meredith retorted, "I thought you didn't have feelings."

Mrs. Flowers, who had been standing in the doorway for some time, now stepped in and grabbed Meredith firmly by the wrist. "There's been enough fighting for today, dear," she said wearily. Meredith nodded slowly, shooting one last glare at me before leaving the room.

Mrs. Flowers turned to look at me. "What happened to your head?" she asked. She must have seen the blank expression on my face because she began fumbling around in her pockets and eventually produced a mirror. A quick glance at my reflection told me that there was a hideous grayish purple bruise on my forehead, from when I had been smashing it against the wall. I pressed my forehead gently with my fingertips. It hurt to touch.

"That's a nasty bruise you've got there," Mrs. Flowers pointed out (unnecessarily). "Don't worry, I've got some herbal remedies that can help. I always keep a few ointments and things in by basement, just in case. Back in a minute," She turned and shuffled out of the room, leaving me alone with Bonnie.

Bonnie broke the silence first. "So…" she began, leaning back against the wall and letting herself fall to the ground slowly. I found myself trying not to laugh. "So…" I repeated. Bonnie took a deep breath, prompting me to realize I had forgotten to breathe myself. I quickly tried to get some air into my lungs the way Sage had taught me. "Sorry…" I panted. "I'm still getting used to the whole… breathing… thing."

She smiled nervously. "I'm sorry, Damon." She said.

"Why?" I asked blankly. "It's not your fault."

"I mean, earlier. For laughing at you. I didn't mean… You know. I… Never mind." she stammered. She picked up a cake from the tray and held it out towards me. "You going to eat this?" she asked.

I shrugged.

"Well if you're not going to I will…" she teased, waving the cake in front of my face. I took a miniscule bite just to please Bonnie, and found it didn't taste any better than it looked. However, it did ease the gnawing emptiness in my stomach, so I took another bite. Bonnie grinned, clearly satisfied. She picked up a cupcake from the tray and happily tucked in. She finished hers before I was even halfway through mine, which tasted like it was made of cardboard. Seeing the look on my face, she laughed and took a large bite from it. "Don't tell me you don't like cupcakes," she said, her voice slightly muffled by her large mouthful of food. "That's just…" she shook her head, "…Weird." She swallowed. "So, when you were… you know, I mean, didn't you eat normal food?"

"Blood is… was, all I needed to sustain me, but of course I did try 'normal' food over the years. I have to say, I do have a bit of a food fetish for oranges…" I grinned at her, mirroring her defiantly cheerful expression. "You're funny…" she giggled. I leaned back against the wall and sighed. "You know, you're alright… for a human."

... Oh dear. It got so very fluffy near the end :L