Temptations Lair: "Unseen" Chapter 25

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bonnie/Damon

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW…-_-All mistakes are mine!

A/N: I'm alive I swear.

"When can I see you, Bon?"

"Soon. I promise. Once I get back okay?"

"You said that the last time. It's been a month since I've seen you. This isn't normal. You're my sister!"

Bonnie held back her tears. Noah was beginning to see right through her lies and she knew at some point she would have to face him regardless of the guilt she had for avoiding him for so long. "I know. I just-

Suddenly Bonnie couldn't hear a thing over the line. Noah hung up on her. Noah had never hung up on her. Ever. Bonnie's heart dropped, she began to heat up, unable to stay seated on the plane. She never thought she would be able to deeply disappoint the one person who meant the world to her. She felt like shit. She clutched the phone to her chest, bowed her head and took deep breaths in and out for what seemed like minutes. Noah was her lifeline, her main support system, the person who made her remember that she still meant something despite her past and who was there for her from the beginning. Yet, here she was, doing a shit job at showing her appreciation.

"Hey kid," She heard Damon say.

Bonnie quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, sniffed, then spun around with a half genuine smile. She knew she couldn't be selfish today considering their objective for this trip was to find out if Gretta was okay and what she was possibly hiding. Gretta was her friend. A close friend who also was there for her and helped her grow in ways she would never forget.

"Not a kid gramps," Bonnie rolled her eyes as she watched him walk into the room.

Damon chuckled but grew concerned as he watched her attempt to contain her composure.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm good. How much longer did the pilot say?" She avoided.

Bonnie walked over to the mini bar and poured herself what she thought was water and screamed as Damon smacked the glass out her hand and on to the floor.

"Can I ask…what the FUCK?" Bonnie yelled.

"You were just about to drink vodka Bonnie. What the hell is wrong with you. You forget you can't drink that shit?" Damon roared.

Bonnie looked into his fiery silver-blue eyes. The concern evident on his face made her calm down and think about what she was close to doing. She honestly didn't realize.

"I-I…sorry, I uh- don't know what got into me," She sighed as she plopped down on her seat.

Pinching the bridge of his nose Damon bit his lip and knelt down in front of her. "No. I shouldn't have had it here. This could have been avoided… You okay?" He said as he kissed her hand, then her cheek and finally her lips.

Bonnie smiled, finding instant comfort in Damon's touch. "Yea I'll be fine…thanks."

"No need to thank me, baby, I'm your knight and shining armour remember?" He smirked, giving her one final peck before he moved to the phone to call the attendant for their dinner.

"Damon, why did we have to fly in such a huge ass plane. I mean I've never been on such an expensive plane like this… but why?"

"There are reasons, and you'll find out."

"Okay, I'm tired of the secret messages. Not in the mood."

"Relax grumpy, I've got plans to calm you down. I haven't forgotten about you," He winked, causing her cheeks to warm and pussy to tingle.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and threw him a water bottle. "That's for your thirsty ass."

"Hilarious," Damon rolled his eyes as he uncapped the bottle and started drinking.

Bonnie bit her lip, thinking about how intimate they've been. She knew there was also a possibility of them breaking up, although she was certain he would be difficult about it, she was sure now that what she wanted was him.

"Damon I want you to take my virginity."

As soon as the words left her mouth Damon choked, instantly spitting out his water. Bonnie laughed until her face was red and tried to get herself together. Damon stood there unsure of what to say, her words playing over and over again in his head.

"Okay sorry, that was just so effin funny."

"Yea, so funny," He said, rolling his eyes as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Geeze, I didn't think that would ever be your response."

"It's not like that. I just don't think that's a good idea," He said.

Bonnie frowned, her smile fading. "And why don't you think that's a good idea?"

"Don't ask about something you aren't sure about Bonnie."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I'm not a child, I want to give you something special and you're…you're just gonna sit there and say that's not something you want? Unbelievable. You know what. There are many of guys I can find that will take me up on my offer. Thanks for your honesty."

Bonnie knew she was being childish but the fact that Damon fucked every model in the fashion industry and suddenly was tongue-tied the moment she offered was humiliating. She was a young woman and completely sure of her decision. It was her body and she was in control of who she wanted to give it to. Why didn't he accept that?

"Listen, that's not what I meant," He growled.

"Yea whatever Damon. Look, it's fine. I don't want to force you to do something you don't want. That's inhumane," She said forcefully.

"Okay, you want to know why I'm so hesitant? I'll fucking tell you."

"Great, let's hear it."

Damon clenched his jaw and flopped himself down into the seat in front of her. He ran his hand down his face and looked up at the most beautiful woman he had ever known.

"Bonnie, what you're asking for is permanent. You don't deserve to be wasting your time with…this," Damon pointed at himself. "You deserve that fairy tale shit and everything the world has to offer. Once you go down that road with me, there is no turning back. I won't ever let you go. And I'm not sure you need that. I'm not sure you'll ever need something like that. I'm not an easy man to shake."

Bonnie frowned, unable to look away from him. "So what you're saying is, that it's a trap? Giving myself to you is a trap…for me?"

He sighed and then proceeded to stand and walk towards the mini bar for the second time. Damon didn't respond for a minute until he was able to gather his words.

"Correct."

"Is this some Christian Grey type shit?" Bonnie asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"This isn't funny."

"And I'm not laughing."

Damon licked his pink lips and turned around to face her. Bonnie stood up and grabbed another water bottle from the stand. He watched her carefully, unsure about how she was taking his words. She took a long sip, knowing he wished it was him she had her mouth on. She closed the lid and tossed the bottle on her seat.

"Damon… what makes you think you can get rid of me so easily?" She said darkly.

Damon's bottom lip dropped in shock. His eyes slightly widened as he watched her make her way over to him. Bonnie's eyebrows raised, surprising herself over her bold words.

"This isn't a game," He growled.

"Didn't think it was."

Bonnie took the drink out of Damon's hand and placed it back down on the tray. She laced her hand around the nape of his neck and smirked. She pulled his head down towards her, their noses touching. She smelled the sweet smell of lemon on his breath and trembled at his next words.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into Bonnie Bennett. God help the person who tries to interfere with this. He'll be a dead man."

Bonnie knew he wasn't lying, and he knew she knew how serious he was. Yet in that moment she didn't care. All she wanted was someone to fight for her, to care for her and to love her dangerously. She knew Damon could be that man. Yet, she was absolutely terrified with how easily she took his words. She was living in the moment, and she wasn't sure if Damon knew how frightened of his feelings she was. In fact, Bonnie was aware of the risk she was taking by trying to come off as too confident and more in control than she actually was. She was fooling herself, because she knew the world he was apart of. And she knew how dangerous and deeply his emotions ran. But all she could think about was how much she wanted him. And if that meant lying to him about her uneasiness just to keep him as close as possible, she would.

Damon bent down to kiss her neck and began sucking on the soft flesh, he lightly bit the red spot and licked the wound, causing her to moan. She went on her tippy toes and bit his lip in retaliation. He growled, snaking his arms around her waist. He slapped and squeezed her ass, knowing how much she liked it. Bonnie ran her tongue across his swollen lip and hissed as he cupped his hands around her waist. He picked her up, walked towards the back of the plane and entered a secluded room. He tossed her over the large bed before turning to flick on the lights.

Bonnie's eyes widened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The room was almost as big as Damon's room at the mansion, and although the decor was mostly plain, the elegance of it all encompassed the freshness of his creativity and originality. Bonnie was yet again stunned.

"How are there king sized beds on a plane?" Bonnie asked as she looked around the room while blindly undoing her nike shoes.

Damon chuckled at her cute and honest question before kicking off his shoes and shirt. He threw them to the floor then made his way over to the beautiful young woman.

"Getting distracted?" Damon asked.

"Can you blame me?"

"You want to be apart of this world forever, just say the word and it's yours, baby."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and laughed nervously. "I'll make my own world, baby."

Damon smiled and paused. His eyebrows furrowed but his smile never left and his focus on her made her feel like she was being stripped naked under his gaze. She didn't know how to take it. She laid there on her back with her arms wrapped around his neck staring back into his crystal blue-grey eyes.

"What is it?" She asked, running her fingers through his soft locks.

"You're something special Bennett."

Bonnie's fingers paused from caressing his hair and kept her eyes on him. She smiled lightly and lifted her head slightly to peck his lips. But Damon wanted more. He covered her mouth with his own, capturing his lips in a searing and heavy kiss. He ran his hand up her knee length skirt and dipped his finger into her thong. But before he could insert his finger into her she stopped him.

"Wait."

He grunted. "What?"

"Do you hear that?" Bonnie went still.

"Bonnie I'm just trying to finger you so if you don't mind-"

"Shh!" She placed her hand over his mouth, not caring he was rolling his eyes.

There was a loud buzz from the other side of the door that sounded like a phone ringing. Bonnie moved to get up from underneath her Italian stud but was held down.

"Damon move."

"Not until I hear you moan my name after I give you one of the best orgasms of your life."

She bit her lip and tried to fight against her desire for him. "As much as I would love that…It could be Gretta. I don't want to miss an opportunity."

Damon sighed. "I'm sure it isn't her. She never calls after avoiding someone for so long. Usually, have to chase after her." Damon whispered angrily.

"Hey. I never asked you how you're holding up. I know you guys are close. I'm sorry." She smiled sadly, holding on to the sides of his beautifully sculptured face.

"I just want to make you cum." He avoided.

"Stop shutting me out D."

"We'll check who's calling after okay?"

"And?" Bonnie pushed.

"And nothing."

Before Bonnie could rebut, Damon pushed her back down on to the soft bed and stuck his head underneath her skirt. He pulled her thong aside and began to devour her. He licked up and down her clit and sucked on her till she was withering and screaming in ecstasy. She couldn't control herself. It just felt so damn good.

"D-Damon please."

"You've got this baby, you're almost there." He said as he came up for air before diving back under her skirt.

Bonnie clenched the sheets around with one hand and held on to Damon's thick locks in the other. She quickly looked down and was mesmerized at the view. Damon's strong and smooth back muscles leading up towards his head disappearing beneath her skirt. His head bobbing up and down over and over again creating a perfect rhythm. Her teeth clenched, her body still shuddering as Damon held her thighs down. Bonnie wanted to see it all more clearly. She wanted to see him licking her, giving her all this pleasure she wasn't sure she could handle.

"D-Damon I w-want to see."

Damon pretended like he couldn't hear her yelling like he couldn't understand what she was asking. She tried to move to get his attention but was so entranced with his constant and now slow licks up and down her clit that her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. He was just that good.

"Mmmmoh my God!" She screamed, her body intensifying as his sucking noises became louder.

Bonnie knew she was about to blow and she didn't want to orgasm without seeing his tongue clear in the act. So she did the one thing she knew would get him to comply. She got dirty.

"I want your cock D."

Damon instantly froze. He removed his lips from hers and popped his head from underneath her skirt. His lips and cute nose glistening from her sweet juice he smirked.

Bonnie let out a heavy breath, she was finally able to contain herself.

"Now that got my attention," Damon growled.

"O-of course it did you ass." Bonnie laid there still trying to catch her breath. Her limbs were numb and she tried to take off her skirt.

"Damn am I that good?"

"Very f-funny."

"Lemme help you with that."

Damon pulled her skirt right off along with her soaked thong. He licked his lips and reached under her shirt to squeeze her breast.

"I want to see Damon."

"See what?"

"Don't d-do that. You know what."

"Say the words and it's yours."

"I want to see you lick me. Please," she moaned with her hands over her face.

He pushed her hands aside, moved up and whispered into her ear.

"Hold on tight Bennett."

Before Bonnie was prepared he moved back down to her sex and engulfed her with his soft mouth. His mouth clasped on to her while his tongue did it's work, he pulled her to the edge without moving his lips. Kneeling on the floor with her legs sitting on his shoulders he stared in to her eyes. Bonnie perched onto her elbows and continued to moan as their eyes locked. She bit her lip as Damon continued to pleasure her. She couldn't handle it. Damon's licks and his intense blue grey eyes piercing in to her soul threw her over the edge. Instantly she reached her climax. Bonnie fell back on to the sheets, her head hitting a soft pillow. She screamed Damon's name, and felt a finger insert her. Damon drilled into her until she orgasmed a second and third time. By the end of his stellar performance, she was barely able to move. Damon chuckled, impressed with his work. He gave a long kiss to her pussy then sucked onto his wet fingers. She tasted delicious. He stood up, watched as she tried to lift her legs dangled off the side of the bed and smiled.

"Nap time for the princess."

Damon carried his woman to the middle of the bed and placed her under the dry sheets. He drew back to look at her. He was in awe. Her straight dark hair now tousled around her angelic face as her eyes remained closed. Her beautiful brown skin glistened under the dimmed light and her bright pink-red lip still swollen from their kisses. She was stunning. Damon still couldn't believe his luck. In a way he was scared for her. He knew her words earlier were truthful yet spontaneous, nevertheless he wasn't going to deny her. She was his and there wasn't any getting around that. She knew this too, and that's why he was uneasy. Damon knew himself better than anyone. The darkest parts of him he had accepted and didn't care to change them. Who he had become after Enzo left was someone who got him through the pain and dangerous expectations from his father. Bonnie being mixed up with him would change her too and he selfishly accepted that truth. He wanted her in every way and he'd do everything to make sure she'd never leave. He loved her. Nadia was right. But Bonnie could never know that. It would mean his downfall and Bonnie's ultimate misery. That, he wasn't ready for.

Damon left the room after wiping Bonnie with a warm towel and stripping her of her clothes except for her tank top. He walked towards the mid-room of the plane and grabbed his phone from the empty seat. He had three missed calls from Klaus and a text from Marcel. Damon ran his hand through his hair and cursed at Marcel's text.

-Klaus knows you're on your way to Gretta. He's there with her. He's pissed man. Be careful, you know how he gets.

Damon frowned before rolling his eyes. Both him and Klaus had gotten into enough fist fights, he could take him if it had to come to that. Although, the last time Klaus fought him he broke an arm and a rib. Yet, Damon wasn't worried about that, he was concerned that Klaus would block both his and Bonnie's chances of getting too close to her in fear that she would have a mental break down. But Klaus would just have to kill him because Gretta was like his sister, and he wasn't going to leave without answers about her sudden disappearance.

Damon dropped his phone on to the sea next to him, deciding to call Marcel when he landed. He wasn't in the mood to hear Marcel be the peace keeper between him and Klaus. He had a plan and it was going to follow through no matter who liked it or not. Plain and simple. He'd let Bonnie rest for the remainder of the three-hour flight before giving her a heads-up. They were in for something big. He could feel it.

Bonnie awoke to voices on the other side of the room she slept in. She could tell the plane landed. She rolled over, rubbed her eyes and yawned. She laid still for a moment before deciding to get up. She realized she was only dressed in a tank top and her cheeks warmed. Damon really knocked her ass out.

"He did good," Bonnie said as she nodded her head. She laughed to herself. She knew Damon would be bragging about his skills in no time and for once she would let him have his moment. What could she say, he was a talented man. No one has ever made her orgasm so many times like he had earlier, and just thinking about his confidence and dominance made her wet. She moaned, quickly moving towards the small washroom to relieve herself and clean up before getting dressed. Once she got in, she looked at herself in the mirror. Naked from waist down she noticed the bright red hickey marks and bruises around her thighs. She cursed but had to admit that she loved it. It turned her on when he marked her. It was hot, exhilarating for the most part. Bonnie felt a warm fluttering feeling in her stomach at the thought of the Italian man and her eyes widened.

"Oh god."

"So what's gonna happen D?" Bonnie asked as she attempted to grab back her mini knapsack and neck pillow from Damon.

"Me carrying your shit doesn't make you a less of a woman Bon Bon. You're tired, let me just hold it."

Bonnie rolled her eyes and sighed. She was on edge and nodded her head as Damon continued to stare at her.

"You gonna answer my question?" She pushed.

"I don't know what's going to happen. Marcel told me Klaus is here with Gretta. Shady as fuck but I shouldn't have expected anything less."

"Well, for goodness fucking sakes, this isn't going to end well."

Damon chuckled. "I can handle Klaus."

"I know you can but that's not the point. We don't need all this drama and fighting during a time where Gretta needs us. And for the record, Klaus was very close to beating you that one time…"

Damon tensed and he instantly picked Bonnie up spun her around. She shrieked and giggled. "Okay okay, I'm kidding!" She yelled.

"That's what I thought," Damon said.

He set her back on the ground and grabbed her face. He captured her lips with his own and snaked hid tongue in to her mouth. The kiss became heated. Damon ran his hands down her ass and under her skirt before Bonnie instantly pulled away.

"Down boy."

He growled, his eyes darkening. He inhaled and shut his eyes before licking his lips. "You taste…so good."

Bonnie frowned but smiled up at him. She was concerned with his sudden change in demeanour but knew it must be due to all the stress he was experiencing with the pressure of his father and Gretta.

"Well, welcome to Atlanta baby."

Bonnie rubbed her eyes and inhaled the hot fresh air. She loved it. She merely just got off the plane and didn't need to see much to feel at peace. "If we weren't here for an emergency, I'd hop to a beach right now."

Damon craned his neck to the side and stared at her. "We'll come back and have some fun real soon. I promise you." Bonnie smiled and shook her head. She kissed his cheek.

As the couple walked towards the limo, the chauffeur placed the rest of their belongings in the trunk. Damon opened the door for Bonnie and waited till she was seated before jumping in. He brought her close to him, letting her rest her head on his lap as he ran his hand down her waist to her ass and back and forth. He knew she liked that. He knew his touch relaxed her, and he couldn't lie and say he didn't love that.

Once Damon began to hear her soft and adorable light snores, he pulled out his phone. He dialled Klaus's number. He didn't want to wait for a confrontation when he met up with him. Damon waited for Klaus's hurtle of insults to drown his ears but was surprised when he was put right to voicemail.

"Barry, change of plans. We're going to the ring," Damon said.

From the rear view mirror, the driver nodded his head. "Yes sir, Mr. Salvatore."

Damon rolled up the window creating privacy for him and Bonnie. He clenched his fist. Klaus ignoring his phone calls meant he was running from answering questions. But today wasn't the day to piss Damon off. He knew where he'd be hiding Gretta for the time being and didn't care if he was going to be the one bringing the drama.

Suddenly, his phone rang again. Assuming it was Marcel trying to lecture him like his own father, Damon got his words in first.

"Listen, I don't need to hear it, bro, just let it go!"

Silence.

"Marcel?"

"Brother."

Damon couldn't move. He couldn't speak. After so long, Enzo had finally called.

"You there D?"

Damon placed the phone on his lap. He tried contemplated in seconds what he should say or how he should respond but didn't know how. Instead, he tried to be normal.

Placing the phone back to his ear, Damon finally found his voice. "Enzo. I-I…are you good?"

"I can't talk for long. But I need you to listen. It's very important brother."

"O-okay. I'm here…"

Bonnie awoke to trap music blasting throughout the limo. She sat up to see Damon pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. His eyes were shut and Bonnie began to worry.

"Baby?" Bonnie said.

She wrapped her hand around the nape of his neck and put her other hand on his cheek. She laid soft pecks on his neck, his chin and his eyes. She drew back and waited for him to look at her. His muscles tensed but he kept his eyes shut. Instead, he sighed and held her hand with his own.

"Baby you're scaring me," she whispered in his ear.

Bonnie held on to his hand and turned her head to look for the mini radio button attached to the wall of the limo. She found it on Damon's right-hand side and clicked it so she could be heard by the driver Barry.

"Can you please stop somewhere quiet Barry? Maybe you can go for a walk or a coffee break?"

"Yes, of course, there is a place just around the corner. Just let me know when you're all set to go."

"Alright. Thank you."

Five minutes passed and Damon's eyes remained closed. Barry was taking a break and they were in an empty parking lot with dark tinted windows. Bonnie was glad for that. She didn't want anyone recognizing Damon, especially in such a state.

Bonnie was nervous and unsure of how to get to the bottom of Damon's behaviour. He wouldn't speak and he wouldn't move. So Bonnie did what she knew would make him feel better. She got up and threw her legs over his. She sat in his lap and moved his hands by placing them on her ass and back. She caressed his face with her hands and kissed him repetitively. Slowly and slowly he began to give in to her. He opened his eyes and Bonnie gasped. They were bloodshot red. They were watery but he wasn't crying because no tears fell. But he reached down for her shirt and pulled it over her head before tossing it to the side. She let him unclasp her bra and throw it where her shirt laid. She took his hands again, and gave him her consent to touch her. Instead he pulled her body towards him and laid his head between her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her bottom and pulled her closer. As close as he could. She began to hum one of the songs her father used to hum to her as a child. She caressed his long black locks with her fingers and ran them down and back the sides of his face. They sat there for what seemed like an eternity, but Bonnie didn't care. Damon needed her and she wanted to make sure he was okay. She needed to know what was happening.

"Tell me, baby," she whispered.

He pulled away from her chest and stared at her breasts. He ran his hands over them, then up towards her neck. He wrapped a hand around it and licked his lips. He then began to touch down towards her stomach. He was always in awe of her beauty, especially her brown mocha skin. He loved it with every inch of him.

Bonnie waited but grew even more concerned by the second. Just as she was about to press the issue, Damon spoke.

"My brother called me. Enzo. From rehab."

Bonnie froze. Enzo was the eldest brother who their father gave almost all the power and responsibility to. He was sent away. Bonnie wasn't sure why but now she knew for sure. She knew how much Damon loved him but he never really spoke about him. Anytime she would see his name about his absence in the family business in tabloids all she would see was pain in his eyes. She could tell it must have been long since they last spoke. He looked torn. Bonnie wanted to take away his pain. It killed her to see him like this.

"W-what did he say D?"

Bonnie kissed his lips again before moving back. Damon stared into her eyes as if he was testing her. They both knew he never got too personal but they also knew that after everything, they could always trust one another. Yet, Bonnie didn't like how hesitant he was being.

"He uh…he's doing w-well. B-better," Damon said quietly. He cleared his throat.

Bonnie smiled through her tears. "I'm so happy for that. That's so great to hear Damon."

Bonnie didn't even know he was in rehab and she didn't want to ask too many questions as Damon was just beginning to open up. This was serious.

"He wants to come home."

"When is he allowed to l-leave?" Bonnie asked. She bit her lip while she waited for his response.

Damon paused. "He's a grown fuckin man, he can leave whenever he wants."

Bonnie stared at him, understanding his attitude yet giving him a chance to redeem himself.

"I'm sorry. I just… forget it."

"Damon stop. It's okay. I'm listening. I never knew, and I could only imagine how you're feeling. I'm sorry you're going through this right now. I'm so sorry."

"He's been gone for a couple of years. I don't think the family will be ready just yet. I've got to make sure they are," Damon said.

The Italian beauty smiled sadly and sighed before grabbing Bonnie's bra, attempting to help her put it back on. But Bonnie stopped him.

"Look at me."

Damon clenched his jaw. She took his chin and made him look at her. "Are you ready for him to come home?"

He didn't respond immediately but Bonnie knew he wasn't. So much had changed and the responsibilities Enzo once had were now given to Damon fully. Although, Damon didn't give a fuck about a business over the family he wasn't ready to see the brother he felt he failed.

"I don't have a choice Bonnie," Damon growled as he tried moving her away.

"Don't do that. Don't fuckin shut me out. I want to be here for you. You can talk to me."

"Look, I had a moment, I'm good now. Get over it," Damon said as he frowned.

"Fine. Get your fuckin hands off of me, I don't need help to get changed. Not here to be used like a fuckin pawn."

Damon stopped and looked over at her. He knew he fucked up, but he was new to this. He was new to this calm and peaceful type of relationship and communication. He was used to being shut down and having irrational arguments over the simplest of things.

"Bon. Bon, I'm sorry okay? I-I'm trying. I mean, I'll try to be better…for us. F-for you."

Bonnie turned towards him, hearing the shakiness of his words. He hadn't said anything like that before. He had never intentionally mentioned them in the way that he did and she knew he was aware that he had to watch the way he treated her going forward.

"Please come back here," He said.

"I was going to anyway, you stubborn asshole," Bonnie whispered.

Damon chuckled. He sat her on her lap like she was before and kissed her lips, devouring her to the point that she had to push him away so that she could breathe.

"You trying to kill me, Mr. Salvatore?" She joked. Bonnie kissed down his chest and back to his neck.

"I'd never let that happen to you," He said seriously as he pulled her lips off his chest.

"I know," She smiled. "But you don't have to hold this to yourself. Your brother coming home could and will be an amazing thing, Damon. You all will make it work together. I know it…b-because I'll be right there with you. If you let me."

They looked into each other's eyes and before Damon could confess to her, there was a knock on the door.

"Oh fuck. I'm half naked," Bonnie screamed.

"Mr. Salvatore, sir. I'm so sorry for interrupting. There's someone here to see you," Barry said.

Damon growled and rolled his eyes. He took his time in helping Bonnie with her bra and shirt and waited till she was presentable before rolling down the window.

"What is it, Barry?" Damon asked. He was beyond irritated for the disruption.

"I think the right question is, "who" is it mate," a familiar voice said.

Damon's fist clenched. He instantly stepped out the door and slammed it on his way out.

He came face to face with Klaus and a young child who looked like a spitting image of Rudy. Damon looked at him confused. Bonnie stepped out of the vehicle and almost fell into Damon's arms as she looked at the kid.

"H-how…W-who?"

Klaus stared at Bonnie then looked back at Damon. "Come with me, we've got much to talk about.