A/N: Hey, guys! So, I haven't been posting any stories lately, and I'm sorry about that. I've been sick and life has been hectic, but the moment I had free time, I wrote this! I hope you guys like it.

The field stretched out before her. Brilliantly coloured flowers littered the ground. Bonnie bent down and let her fingers run over the peddles of a bright pink flower. She didn't know the name of it, but she wished she did. It was almost too beautiful to be real. All of it was. She straightened herself, and took in a deep breath. Many scents filled her nose. It was heavenly. She wanted to stay there forever and drink it in. Looking around, she wondered where she was, but the thought soon deteriorated as she took a step further into the field. She didn't care where she was. All she knew was that she never wanted to leave.

The urge to dance flooded through her. This place was too beautiful not to dance in. Lifting her chin, she twirled. Her feet moved gracefully, dancing around the flowers. She made sure not to step on them because they were too stunning to ruin with trampling them. A light breeze blew through her dark hair. It made her white dress lift at the hem. She turned in the direction of the wind, and let it hit her face. Everything around her was energizing her. The flowers, the sunshine, the wind, the smells, it was filling her with energy.

"I didn't know you could dance." A smugly amused voice filled her ears, and it made her whole body go ridged.

Bonnie whirled around, her face hardening as she saw him standing there. Damon had his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips. The wind licked at his black hair. She felt her own hair flay around her face. The air took on a different feel. Where it was calm and peaceful a moment before, it was now dark and desperate, dangerous almost. She jutted her chin out stubbornly. Why was he here? Something told her that he didn't belong here, and it wasn't just the fact that everything around her was changing. The flowers at her feet were wilting. The sunshine was turning to clouds. The wind was now whipping around them violently. Everything around her screamed run, but somehow she knew there was nowhere to go.

He took a step toward her, and she stepped backward. A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Come on, Bonnie, we both know how this is going to end." The corner of his mouth lifted up in a cocky half-grin.

What did he mean by that? There was only one way this was going to end, and that was going to be him becoming a dead torch if he took another step closer. The hair on the back of her neck shot up and chills were sent down her spine. There was something wrong with there. Something wasn't right. Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed as she studied him carefully. She thought about it for a long time before she spoke, and when she did her words came out even and emotionless. Just as she intended them to. "What are you talking about, Damon?"

He was in front of her in a flash. She didn't even have time to react when he was pushing her backward. He had backed her into a tree; the rough back was sticking sharply through her dress. "You're on my playground, Bennett." He gestured around him. "Here, I can do anything I desire. And right now," another dangerous grin crossed his face as he brought his lips to her ear. "I want you."

If her body was ridged before, it was stone now. She didn't dare make a move because she knew that he was faster and stronger than her. Her eyes met his, challenging him. Somewhere in the sensible part of her brain, she knew that she was playing a dangerous game, but she pushed on. She'd be damned before she let someone like Damon Salvatore push her around. "What do you mean, 'I'm on your playground?'" She questioned steadily, raising one brow.

Before he answered, his lips brushed against hers. It sent tiny sparks of electricity flowing throughout her entire being, and it took all of her will power not to lean into him. "I mean," his lips moved down her neck. "That I've pulled you into my mind, Bonnie. I have complete control over everything." Damon looked at her and she could see something burning in the depth of his blue eyes. "Including you."

At that, Bonnie focused all of her power on him. Every last ounce of magic that she had in her veins, she sent it hurling at him. She waited. And waited. And waited. But nothing happened. Damon was still looking at her the same way he had been a moment ago. He wasn't sent flying backward. He wasn't doubling over. Nothing had changed. For a moment, she thought that there was something wrong with her, so she tried again. Again, nothing happened. So, it wasn't her, it was him. He was stopping her magic. How, though? How could be controlling her? It made no sense. She struggled to get away from him, but that only made him press into her more. "I don't want to be a part of your sick, twisted, vampire mind game, Damon, let me go." The witch spat between clenched teeth.

"No can do." He said, bringing one hand up to caress her cheek. On impulse, she leaned into his touch, licking the way it heated her. "See? You don't want me to go." He smirked and pressed another, more desperate kiss to her mouth. "I couldn't do this without your permission, so that means there's some deep part of you that wants me here." His lips skimmed along her jaw line. "You want me to kiss you."

There was still a part of her that wanted to fight him, but it was being suffocated by the strong need she had. The way his lips trailed on her skin, the way his hand gripped at her hip, it was intoxicating. Did she want this? Did she want him? She was only vaguely aware of the thoughts running around in her mind. Instead of focusing on them, she was focusing on her emotions. She was feeding her heart this time and not her brain. Maybe, just maybe, she was doing something that she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to kiss him. It sure felt that way. It was one of those things that were so wrong it felt right. When he brought his lips back up to meet his, she kissed him back instead of pushing him away.

It was if something was hiding every logical part of her. Those parts were so far gone they were nonexistent now. All she knew was him. All she knew was the desperate desire quickly muffling her. This was not okay, but she wanted it so badly. Before she knew it, her hands were pulling at the collar of his shirt, and he was sliding it off. His hands ran down her body, and worked the skit of her dress up to her hips. Bonnie ran her hands hungrily over the hard muscles of his stomach and chest. He had moved his lips from hers and was now sucking on her collar bone. But, when his eyes met his with amusement in them, she snapped out of the trance.

The witch let out a squeal and pushed him off of her. He seemed stunned as he stumbled back a few steps. Bonnie quickly composed herself. She straightened her dress and flattened out her hair. What was she doing? She ran her hands down her face. This was a mistake. What had come over her? What if Elena and Caroline found out? This was bad. No, this was more than bad, this was disastrous. What had she been thinking? Forget her, what had Damon been thinking? He was in love with Elena. He shouldn't be kissing her. It made no sense.

"You monster!" Bonnie lurched forward and slammed her hands into his bare chest. She had put all her strength behind the hit, but he didn't so much as flinch.

Damon looked at her through strands of midnight coloured hair, and grabbed her hands. "Bonnie," he said in an even tone, "I-" Damon stopped as if he was trying to figure out what to say. His eyes scanned her figure before he just shook his head. Sighing, he settled on words, but when he spoke he seemed sad and tired almost. "It's just a dream, Bonnie."

She was about to protest and pull her hands away, but the world around her faded out.

Bonnie Bennett shot straight up in bed. She ran a hand through her hair. Her breathing was quick, and her heart was pumping so fast that she thought it was going to jump right out of her chest. The witch looked around the room. Yes, she was in her bed where she went to sleep last night. She wasn't in some fancy field. And Damon was nowhere in sight. She was alone. It was a dream. She had dreamed it all. She hadn't actually kissed him.

Her fingers touched her swollen lips. Something wasn't right. Bonnie threw the blankets off of her and ran to her bathroom. Yes, her lips were swollen and red as if she'd just been kissed. There were red marks on her neck and collar bone as if someone had been sucking there. Stunned, she took a step back. It couldn't be. She wouldn't believe it. But, she did believe it. She didn't know much about vampires and their tricks, but it was not just a random dream.

Damon had done this.

Damon somehow had the power to invade on her dreams, and something inside of her told her that that was not the last time he would visit her in her sleep.