Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of LJ Smith and the CW.

Author's Note: So I swore to myself that BLEED would be my only TVD fic, but while I was cooking dinner a few Thursdays ago and resisting the urge to flip the channel to VD at the same time, I thought to myself 'Man, I'm so sick of that show! Why are Elena and Caroline allowed to behave like sluts and have all the men? Then the writers justify their actions with crappy storylines.' (Seriously not a fan of Delena or Klaroline)And then, Eu–freaking–reka! I realized Bonnie can be as desired as Carolena if given the opportunity, only NOT A SLUT (which I seriously stress!)

Okay, I know it will be hard to defend Bonnie having an emotional connection with two brothers i.e. Katherine and Elena lol, but hey, I'll try ;–) Besides, I love a good challenge. And I promise, her relationship with them will differ from the women mentioned above.

Please keep an open mind. Hope you like it!

Oh yeah, takes place way after 4x18.

Chapter 1 – Legend of The Fall

"I can't live without you."

He moved with lightning speed. In seconds, he stood before her, cupping her face. "Say that again."

He brushed a tear from her eye as she nuzzled her cheek against his palm. "I'll say it over and over again, as many times as you need to hear it."

He pulled her into his arms. "Or … you could save time and prove it."

Bonnie laughed. Her heart was filled with so much joy she could hardly contain it. She stood on her tip toes and whispered into his ear. "I love you." She could feel his answering smile against her collarbone as he pressed a kiss there. She closed her eyes … "I want you to—"

He moved behind her and placed his hands on her hips before she could finish her command. He didn't need to be instructed. He already knew what she wanted. It was the same thing he needed—now.

He pushed her face forward against the wall. She rested her forehead on the white painted surface and bit her lower lip in anticipation. His husky groan was telling; she wouldn't have to wait for long.

"I want you so goddamn bad," he half growled as he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans.

She wanted to shout "Hurry up." Her body literally shook from need.

He sensed her sexual frustration but took his time. He wanted to make this moment last forever. He wanted to caress every inch of her skin and memorize every curve of her body, but they had all the time in the world for that. Right now he would prolong this until she panted with desire. His hands slid under her shirt and circled her waist. "Think of this as payback." He joked; smiling devilishly.

"For what?" She asked innocently, playing along.

"For making me wait forever for you."

He sounded serious. Bonnie turned in his embrace. "I …"

He shushed her. "I have to say this. And you need to listen. I want to you to know that I'm not thinking of anyone else when I say: I love you, Bonnie."

Her heart began to beat rapidly.

"The truth is … I don't deserve you."

"No, you don't." She said with a teasing smile acknowledging the truth. "But"—she ran one finger seductively up his shirt clad chest—"I'm yours nevertheless."

"Touché. You sure know how to hit below the belt." The playful gleam was back in his soulful eyes.

"I'd certainly like to … Hit below the belt, that is. Lower if I can manage it." She grabbed the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him roughly against her.

He recognized the naughty sparkle in her green eyes and spun her around so quickly, she had to cling to the wall for support. "I love it when you talk dirty."

She giggled until his hips grinded against her butt. He was harder than a rock. Oh my—

Someone screamed, but it wasn't her.

"You BITCH!"

"I thought you were my friend!"

"Elena." Bonnie turned to face her friend while he fumbled to get his clothes in order. This was the moment she'd dreaded. This was the moment she was supposed to say something ridiculous like 'This isn't what it looks like' when it so obviously was. This was the moment she should have felt guilt. But interestingly, she felt nothing aside from romantic feelings for the Salvatore standing right beside her. He was her man. Who would have ever thought she could love a vampire? She hadn't been able to believe it herself at first. In fact, she remembered trying to fight it. Just thinking about the ridiculous things she'd done while in denial made her want to laugh … Oh yeah, Elena's still here, talking. Something about fee-fi-fo-fum … Give the dog a bone … Whatever.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and continued her inward reflection ... Their road to love had been everything but easy. It had been difficult as well as unexpected. Ironically, Elena was the catalyst. Bonnie supposed she should let her 'best friend' know.

"Okay … Um …" She took a deep annoyed breath. "Where do I begin? Hmm … I guess I'll just spit it out. First off, I don't give two shits of a fuck about the bullshit you're selling today. So I'll need you to zip your lips. And FYI, I've been nothing but a good friend to you despite what you may say or believe. Pre-death, after, with humanity, without—I was there, giving love and support, even after the little stunt you pulled with Jeremy's body!" Calm down. Don't get angry. "You know, you're the reason this"—Bonnie pointed to him then herself—"happened. You brought US together."

"Are you kidding me? You can't be serious right now." Elena shook her head furiously. "My friend? Really?! You're out of your goddamn mind!" She began to laugh hysterically in anger and disbelief. Then she headed for her former friend's jugular.

Elena became a blur with fangs as she flew at her faster than a speeding bullet. Scratch that. Faster than something, but it definitely wasn't a bullet because his shadow was cast over her silhouette before Elena could grab her and attempt to inflict damage.

He'd rushed to her defense, planting himself solidly in front of her. Elena's body smacked into his with such force, she could feel the wind from the impact. She wasn't shocked by his protective behavior, but Elena was in for a treat.

Elena's eyes widened in surprise then travelled to his when he grabbed her by the throat. "You would do this to me … For that expression whore?"

He answered with question of his own. "Throwing stones? Green doesn't suit you."

"Ate a few priests in your day and suddenly you're holier than thou?" She struggled in his grasp. "Lemme go!"

"Let her go. This is between me and her." Bonnie said, feeling a little guilty now for the way things were turning out. She moved to stand beside him and their gazes locked. His eyes spoke volumes. 'Are you sure?' they asked. She nodded and he relinquished his hold; dropping her friend to the floor.

She hadn't realized he'd lifted Elena off her feet until she heard the loud thud. That's when her eyes fell to her Elena's.

"Oh no, Bonnie," Elena argued, feeling completely betrayed as she sat on the ground messaging her neck. "This concerns him too. He should know you slept with his brother!"

Bonnie knew his brows furrowed then rose in their iconic fashion without having to see them. She kept her gaze trained on Elena. Clearly, Elena wanted to make things uncomfortable for everyone. Tell her the truth and wipe that smug expression from her face, she told herself. Don't let anger get the best of you and force you to do or say something you'll regret. She closed her eyes in an attempt to control her temper … It didn't work.

"So did you!" She yelled angrily. Great, just brilliant! Congratulations on confirming a lie! I'm guilty of some things but sleeping with both brothers isn't one of them. She desperately wished she could retract those words. They did nothing for her defense. They only allowed Elena to continue her wayward thinking. But now that they were out of her mouth, she wouldn't back away from them no matter how inaccurate or misleading they were because she saw that they hurt Elena. And for the first time, she wanted Elena to get a good dose of the pain she usually doled out.

"We had a relationship," Elena returned with equal fervor.

Might as well roll with the punches. "So did we."

"That doesn't entitle you to both of them!"

"Right back at ya," Bonnie hissed. "At least, I made a decision I won't go back on." Okay, this part is true.

"So you told him then?" Elena asked, her lips tilting into a superior smile.

Crap! Bonnie turned to him, her voice pleading. "I meant to tell you—I was going to tell you everything tonight, I swear—"

"There's more?" He looked at her expectantly, eyes promising retribution.

"Plenty." Elena answered him before redirecting her gaze to Bonnie as well. "Well, here's your chance to tell the truth, Bon. That's not a problem, is it?

"I don't owe you an explanation."

"Fine." Elena said jovially, enjoying the tension. "But you owe him one."

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." Elena rose to her feet, but didn't bother to turn around and face the new visitor she'd addressed. Turn? Not for all the riches of the world. She wanted to witness her ex-besty's misery. Served the traitor right. Besides, she could count on to him to react to the sight of Bonnie and his brother together. It wasn't in his nature to overlook something like this even if he pretended to be above such things.

Bonnie wanted to reach out to him. Tell him …

She restrained herself. She'd made her choice and he'd accepted it. Her eyes, however; refused to let him go. Their gazes clung to each other even though they were far apart. He stood across the living room, frozen in her doorway … like some Greek god immortalized in a portrait …She didn't know why he continued to stare or why he's come. All she knew was … He looked ready to murder someone. His body language and posture screamed: war!

Instinctively, her right arm flew out to stop the Salvatore beside her from responding to his brother's silent threat. Her hand connected with his chest and rested there, calming him.

"What? You're just gonna stand there and do nothing?!" Elena raged. Unfortunately, neither Salvatore knew who she was speaking to. So she tried again; this time addressing the one who lounged in the entryway. "She used you! Don't you care?" He didn't budge so she sped to the doorway and tried to knock some sense into him.

He caught her fist in mid-air. "Don't ever do that again." He leaned in close, towering over her before tightening his grip so she knew he meant business.

Elena observed him closely. "You too? It was more than a romp in the hay?! You love her?" She yoked her arm free which caused her to stumble backward. "You're in love with her," she repeated dumfounded, realizing it was much worse than she thought, as her wobbly legs came to a halt.

"Would you prefer me brooding and tortured over you?"

His words were directed to Elena but Bonnie flinched, as if struck. The reality of the statement brought more freshly squeezed guilt to the surface. How had it come to this? She had watched so many movies … Sabrina and that other flick with Brad Pitt … They all warned the same thing. Never get involved with two men; brothers, to be more specific. And yet here she was …

Although she did not regret her choice, she was sorry she'd had to make one. The truth was: she loved them both; in different ways and for different reasons but … she glanced to her right. I love him more than I've ever loved anyone in my life … When did I fall so deeply for him?

"Bonnie." Her name was a plea. She turned her face in the direction of the sound and found his brother staring at her from across the room. Elena was right, he deserved an explanation. After all they shared, simply telling him that she'd accidentally and recklessly fallen for his sibling hadn't been enough. She would have to do more for him because there would always be a special part of her heart reserved for him. She would have to explain it from the beginning to help him understand this ending …

Where do I begin? When did I start caring for him? Better yet, when did my feelings for his brother eclipse what I feel for him?

I don't know.

Perhaps, it was best to go back to the closed her eyes, remembering the past …

Yes … That was the event which set everything in motion …

—1—

Stefan picked up his phone. "Did you find her?"

"Do I sound like I did?" Damon rolled his eyes heavenward. He would have to remember that he wasn't annoyed with his brother today. He answered the question. "No. How is she?"

"She's loosing it, Damon. We can do what we can to delay things but you've got to—"

"Show up without Bonnie?! I'll take 'no' for one hundred."

"You have to. At this point, the sire bond is the only thing keeping Elena together."

"Fine … I'm on my way."

Stefan could hear the reluctance in his brother's voice so he rushed in with a quick fix.

—1—

She remembered it as clear as day … When she stumbled out of the bushes on the island, Stefan was there waiting for her.

A/N: As you've already guessed, this story is told in hindsight :-) I wish I could tell you which brother she picked, but it's a secret lol. Just be warned: My first ship was Bamon, but I love Stefan with all my heart so who knows lol. Please let me know if you think I should continue this story. I would really love to hear your thoughts :–D Please be gentle lol.