*DISCLAIMER* I own nothing. All characters belong to L.J. Smith…and maybe the CW and Julie and Kevin lol. Anywho this is my first Bamon story so I'm still feeling out how I want the characters, and I'm trying really hard to keep them in character. Its angst and I can't promise a happy ending, but I can offer a wild road.

A/N: I'm not following the SL's exactly like the show. I'm mixing up things to better suit my story as well as tying in other influences. My witches are different from the show, they're a lot less human and they heal fast. Not as fast as vamps, but quickly and it takes a lot to hurt them.

Summary: When tragedy strikes someone makes a choice to change another person's fate. The aftermath causes one chaotic domino effect. The balance is now off; so is the rest of the world, awakening darkness and bringing out more supernatural creatures. As dark Bennett family secrets are uncovered lives change and with everyone caught up in their own dilemmas Bonnie seeks refuge in Damon in unexpected ways. But when their secret gets out things turn apocolyptic causing one person to make a life or death decision for the one they love. Set after Bonnie opens the tomb and intermingles all storylines after that with my own. Inspired by my Spuffy love =).

Bargaining (Part 1)

Choices and consequences. That's what was on Bonnie Bennett's mind as she sat on the stoop of her grandmother's house. Hands shaking, face wet, and breath hitched. What happened?

What happened was that Bonnie made a choice. Another choice that would suit her best friend, that would make her best friend happy. She honestly didn't think Elena could handle another heartbreak. That's why she pushed so hard, pleaded so extensively, cried so much, because that's what best friends do. They fight for each other until the end. Little did she know that in the end, she couldn't handle another heartbreak either. As evidenced tonight, right this moment as the cool chilly wind blows against her hot tear-stricken face.

Consequences. Grams always told her that every spell had consequences. Bonnie never thought about that. She never thought she'd face a consequence so great, so grand. What she thought was a selfless act for her best friend had turned out to be a selfish act for her dear grandmother. Why couldn't she see as much then, why did everything logical enter her mind now. Now that it was too late to change anything, to fix anything. Every spell has a consequence, her grandmother's death was this ones.

Choices and consequences. Two words that never mattered to him. Never floated through his mind, but now with bleeding back eyes rimmed in red its like he saw everything so clear. He should have known better, he should have seen this coming. He was a vampire shouldn't he had of scented that she wasn't inside? Had it really been so long that he couldn't pick up the familiar scent that his heart had craved for all this time? 145 years. That's a long time to be pussy whipped and not have anything to show for it.

Choices. He chose to spend 145 years pining away for a pointless love, save he didn't know it was pointless until now. Believed every word that came out of that treacherous bitch's mouth. Sad thing was that that's not even the part that pissed him off most. The part that grinded his beans was that this was all his choice. Stefan might have chose this life for him, but the way he lived it was all him. One thing Damon Salvatore hated was to have one of his own choices blow up in his face. That meant that he couldn't blame it on Stefan, and heaven knows that was some of the highlights of his day. Making his little brother the miserable piece of shit Damon thought he was.

Consequences. Damon was embarrassed, humiliated. He would give 100 people a slow and torturous death before he allowed them to see him sweat. To see him hurt, to pity him. He hated pity and that's what he saw in their eyes. Pity. Stefan's forehead was a complete washing rack and Elena's big chocolate eyes were brimmed in benevolent tears. He didn't want her generous words or her compassion tonight. He wanted a release. Someone to release his pint up aggression and frustrations on. Elena was too weak for that, too fragile. If he so much looked at her with the anger he was feeling she'd be silly putty in his hands. That's why he was on his way to see the little witch. A consequence of her being Emily's descendant. Damon had been okey-doked and no one okey-dokes Damon and gets away with it. Emily promised him Katherine and what do you know he doesn't have her. So someone was going to get it. That someone was Bonnie.

It was quite ironic once he thought about it. The very person -if you could call him that- trusted to keep the Bennett line going would be the person to end it. He let out a dark laugh at that it was kind of sad to be honest. Before they all went there separate ways he could have sworn he saw the witch looking at him sympathetically, and once their eyes met she diverted hers elsewhere. That's when Damon really lost it. That's when he really felt the depth of what had just happened. If she, Miss Judgy herself couldn't even look him in the eye anymore, he knew he was pathetic.

So, he'd went to a bar, demolished it, got drunk, and headed over to see the prissy pint-sized witch. His equilibrium might be a little off, but he could still get the job done. He'd worry about the consequences of his actions later. Right now, he was too drunk to care, off of human blood or bourbon was anybody's guess.

The twigs snapped under his heavy boots as he made his way to the street. The fall's wind blowing his midnight hair, grazing his pale cheeks. If he was human he'd be freezing, oddly enough he was an anemic when he was alive. Although back than they didn't have a name for it, just thought he was a sickly child. Damon stopped dead in his tracks as the familiar scent enraptured him. He let out a sinister smile, she was close. So close he could almost taste her, again.

Bonnie let the tears run freely now as she slipped her cell phone back into her pocket. She had dialed Elena's number 4 times within the past hour with no response. Obviously she wasn't going to get in touch with her tonight. She figured she was with Stefan and let out an incredulous laugh. She couldn't help but think that after all she did for Elena tonight, that her best friend couldn't at least have the courtesy to stop sexing Stefan and pick up the phone. She could be in the street dying and she wouldn't even know.

So much for the earlier mantra she was force feeding herself. She'd been the only one trying, the only one being that friend for Elena. That backbone for her, to her when her parents died. Bonnie made sure to be with Elena every step of the way no matter the day or time; and crazy enough when she needs the same she's left out in the cold. Pun intended. The melancholy witch soon became bitter as she reevaluated their friendship finding every bad thing Elena did in their 12 years of frienship to be angry about. Her tears of sorrow now turning into tears of frustration and betrayal. Sure Elena had selfish tendencies at times, but it wasn't until the Salvatore brothers waltzed into town that Bonnie was feeling the effects.

She squeezed her eyes shut willing herself to be better, to be stronger, but the combination of grief and guilt was eating away at her. If she could only hold out until the morning. In the morning her father would be home, she'd have him to comfort her, to let her know things will be better. She really didn't want to be alone. She wiped her red eyes only to have more tears slip out, and put her face in her hands. This couldn't be real. This couldn't be her life. What was she going to do now, the one person she needed was gone.

Damon walked up the street towards Sheila Bennett's house smugly, thanking whatever power that had the witch sitting outside. This was going to be easier than he thought. He clinched his fist and tightened his jaw as the witch came closer into his view. She was sitting curled up on the porch her head in her hands almost in a fetal position. He smirked continuing his stride of destruction.

His movements froze when the sound of her muffled sobs reached his ears. It wasn't a loud cry, it was as soft as the whispering wind, and if you didn't see her face you wouldn't know. Perks of being a vampire he thought momentarily. If he trained his ear hard enough Damon could probably hear an ant crawl. Tilting his head in confusion before taking a few more steps to her, he narrowed his eyes. Surely the witch wasn't crying. At least not yet. Until now he didn't even know Bonnie had tear ducts.

"Now isn't this grand." he smirked.

She lifted her head at the noise confirming his earlier suspicion. Her mossy green eyes glistening in the moonlight, tracks of her tears evident on flushed cheeks. Her nose the perfect shade of red as a lone tear slid down it. He rolled his eyes as he closed the remaining distance, she always did have a way of sucking the fun out of everything.

Bonnie looked up at the HVIC and all his glory. Her eyes still filled with other unshed tears meeting the midnight red of his. She seen the malice in his eyes, the mischief, the death. But Bonnie wasn't afraid, not in the least. She was content, her eyes trailed down to see the little purple veins that were underneath the orifices showing his true nature. The monster exposed right in front of her. She hadn't been this close to him in that form since the night in the woods where he first attacked her. She felt an odd sense of déjà vu rush over her. Last time she was scared, this time she was pissed, offended. How dare he show his face right at a moment like this. She was appalled at his intrusion. The very sight of him here was spitting on her grandmother's life.

Her eyes turned cold as she stared at him. "What do you want?" she voiced weakly. Hating that she sounded broken. Hated that her voice cracked and he could feel her weakness. Hated that the attention whore chose her to start a petty argument with tonight of all nights. "I don't feel like being fucked with tonight." she redeemed.

The purple veins retracted from his skin as well as his midnight eyes. His face softening as his eyes turned their usual crystal blue hue. He sighed in exasperation all prior emotion of wanting her dead dissipated at the sight of her. He didn't know what changed or why he cared; maybe it was a residual effect of watching over the line for almost two centuries. Nevertheless, he bent down so they were eye level cautiously grabbing her small hands.

Before she could stop herself Bonnie found her hands clutching onto to Damon's for dear life. Her mind was on several things at once and part of her was grasping onto any form of comfort she could find. Their eyes met once more. Emerald green orbs speckled in gold, meeting eyes that were so blue they could be confused with lilac. This time she saw conflict, anger, and shame.

"What's wrong?" his eyes piercing hers for answers. "What happened tonight?"

Bonnie opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. If she said it out loud it would make it real. Her grandmother being dead would be real. Bonnie didn't want to face reality yet, she wanted to stay in this in-between as long as she could. A rush of tears poured out again in the process as she rolled her eyes.

"Why are you here?" she whispered harshly.

She shook her head as the words "be careful what you wish for" popped into her mind. She didn't want to be alone and now she felt as though God was testing her sending the last person on Earth she wanted to "comfort" her.

Damon exhaled deeply as he dropped her hands and took a seat next to her on the porch steps. Even at her lowest she was still being difficult. Still treating him as a leper. Still pretending to be strong. She sobbed some more putting her face back in her hands. The reality of it all finally getting to her. The pain was just too much. He pat soothing circles on her back using the tips of his fingers not really wanting to touch her. They weren't friends, hell he came here to kill her so what was this? Once she recollected who she was sitting by he was sure an aneurysm was coming his way.

Although being the self proclaimed "douche" he was; he was just happy that he wasn't the only one hurting tonight. His heart wasn't the only one breaking, his soul wasn't the only being shaken to its core. He had to catch himself before a smirk became complacent on his face. He wasn't the only one suffering tonight and as good as it felt it didn't change the facts. Katherine wasn't in the tomb like she was supposed to be. Damon's whole existence was based on a lie, all his cruel ways and heartless demeanor were all in vain. In the end he was still left empty handed, he was still left alone.

Alone that's how Bonnie felt right now. She had no one. To be sitting on porch steps with her sworn enemy was proof of that. Where the hell were her friends. She didn't have much family and she always considered her friends that, until now. She glanced over at Damon who was sitting unnervingly still in his own devices and sighed. Tonight she'd wallow in pain, tomorrow she'd find a better outcome.

"She's gone." she whimpered out several minutes later. Damon still sat motionless looking straight ahead at nothing in particular. Finally he let his head bob giving a light nod. He felt a slight pang in the pit of his stomach as he waited for her next words.

"My grams is gone." she cried again. This time a little more angry.

He turned his head to the right to study her face. She felt his eyes on her and glanced his way. Suddenly feeling naked under his scrutinizing gaze. Her left eye flashed a rich violet than went back to its emerald color. A detail a human's eye would have missed.

Damon's didn't.

If this was any other circumstance Bonnie would have laughed at the irony. The two most head strong people finding comfort in each others presence. This was all so wrong, but at this moment it felt so right. They sat in comfortable silence. Staring straight ahead, as if Ashton Kutcher was going to pop out telling them they'd been Punk'd. Contentment breezed thru the atmosphere with the wave of understanding. They both felt it. Each knowing it'll probably never happen again.

One week later..

"Is Bonnie coming?" Stefan asked furrowing his eyebrow at Elena.

"Yes, she's coming. She has to we need her." She responded giving him a duh look.

"You sure she's up for this?" Stefan's concerned voice asked. He and Bonnie weren't as close as they were before, but he still valued her friendship. He'd always have a soft spot for her since that night he saved her and they talked for hours.

"I talked to her last night and she seemed fine. I asked her how she was and she said better. Said she was ready to get back in the swing of things." Elena smiled hopefully.

After eavesdropping on the ever sickening love birds Damon decided to make his presence known.

"Are you sure Sabrina's ready. We don't have time for screw ups. This dog napping is happening tomorrow." Damon huffed in annoyance.

Stefan sighed at his brothers callous attitude. "Damon have a little respect. When Bonnie gets here the least you could do is not act like an ass. Can you at least give her that decency."

Damon chuckled at his little brother as he made his way to the bar. If only he knew how much respect and decency he had with the Bennett witch; while he and Elena were all happy playing house. If anyone owed Bonnie decency it was them. Eh, what did he care Bonnie wasn't his concern.

At that he eyed Elena who was looking at him expectantly with encouraging eyes. Elena, always trying to make him act civilized of course he couldn't let her down.

"Fine." he mumbled as he downed the dark liquid, enjoying the burning sensation it left.

Elena smiled as she grabbed Damon into an impromptu hug, much to Stefan's dismay. "Thank you Damon."

Damon only grinned as he rubbed up and down her back winking at an annoyed Stefan.

"We're here." the peppy voice of Caroline chimed in. Who was followed by a strangely calm Bonnie, Damon noted.

"Hey, Bon." Elena exclaimed embracing her friend in a hug. "How are you?"

The girl in question eyes flashed across the room immediately holding Damon's, before gazing at Stefan, and back on Elena. "I'm good." she nodded. "I'm good."

Elena grinned again holding Bonnie's hand. The look in her deep brown eyes beaming. "I'm glad. If you need anything you know I'm here right."

Bonnie wanted to scoff. Was this chick serious? The past week she had only seen Elena twice, of course she called daily, but it didn't stop her from feeling neglected. Bonnie felt wronged by Elena. It was probably an irrational feeling she knew it, but it didn't matter. Part of her blamed everyone in this room for grams' demise except Caroline. Partly because it was true, and partly because it was easier than blaming herself.

"Okay, enough with the kumbaya's we have a wolf to capture." Damon reminded filling up his 5th glass of bourbon.

"Way to ruin a moment rudeness." Caroline sang sitting on the couch.

"Hey, Lena can I talk to you for a second?" Bonnie asked pulling her best friend aside.

"Sure Bon, what's up?" the brunette asked eager to help her friend.

"I was looking through the grimiore and I came across this spell." she looked up into Elena's eyes and felt a pang of guilt, but continued. "I think it can help us protect you." she sighed.

"Okay well I'll just tell Stefan and Da-" she began.

"No. No don't. I don't want them to know all I can do yet. You know kind of like the element of surprise just in case…"

"Just in case Damon tries to attack you again?" Elena finished.

"Exactly." Bonnie nodded. Which wasn't exactly a lie.

"You know I don't think he'd try that anymore." she reasoned. "He's trying his best to be good."

"Still…better safe than sorry." she countered not wanting to stray to far from the topic.

Elena nodded. "So what do you need?" she arched an eyebrow.

Bonnie sighed in relief. "Just a lock of your hair and some blood."

After a quick thought she relented. "Okay. Just be careful."

"I will." Bonnie smiled pulling her into a hug. Her plan was coming together.

Damon looked up at the clock it was almost midnight, in less than twelve hours he would get answers. Less than twelve hours he'd be grilling a dog and finding out where his bitch was. Katherine. That woman would surely be the death of him.

"What do you want brother." he said eyes still on the clock.

"Have you heard from Elena?" hearing the worry in his brother's voice he rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Stefan please don't tell me you left her alone with her evil twin lurking around." he groaned. He really wasn't in the mood to play hero tonight.

"She didn't want us watching her every move." Stefan said between clenched teeth.

"And like the knight in shining armor you crave to be you complied. You're really dense Stefan you know that." he stated grabbing his leather jacket.

"Where are you going." Stefan glared grabbing his own jacket.

"To save your girlfriend as usual." he smirked.

Stefan heard the vibration of the phone before he felt it.

"Who is it?" Damon asked impatiently.

"Elena are you okay?" Stefan rushed out.

"Stefan." Jeremy's voice boomed back.

"What happened? Where's Elena?" Stefan replied.

"I don't know, me and Elena were just talking and all of a sudden she just collapsed." Jeremy panicked.

Damon hearing everything gave his brother a knowing look, and they each sped there way to the Gilbert's house.

Bonnie sat the four earth stones around each space of the 5 point star drawn in the dirt. She then took the stick and drew a circle around the objects, she could feel the magical energy building. That alone sent her toppling back a couple steps. She was outside the witch's house and she knew they didn't want her there. Didn't want to be involved in this kind of magic, but Bonnie didn't care. Honestly she stopped caring a while ago, it was almost time. Soon she'd be reunited with Grams whether they approved or not.

She picked up her tiny blade and trickled a few drops of her own blood on top of Elena's hair and blood. The last key ingredient, the last sacrifice. She waited till the moon set at its highest point, and opened the old grimiore to the spell. Lifting her arms above she began the incantation.

"Messores appellat tristes I vobis a virtute esse grandmothers spiritum meum free."

"What's happening?" Jeremy asked nervously watching as Stefan and Damon examined a half conscious Elena.

"I don't know." Stefan answered. "Seems like she's in some sort of trance or…"

"Spell." Damon finished off.

"Yeah." Stefan sighed furrowing his brow. "You got something?"

Damon tapped his finger on his chin in ponderance. He had the nagging sensation that they were missing something. As far as they knew Katherine was the only blip on their radar. Well until John Gilbert showed up, but he wasn't a witch…was he?"

"Who would cast a spell on her?" Stefan wondered out loud.

Elena's eyes popped open as a shrill scream escaped her lips.

"Elena!" Stefan screamed trying to shake whatever was taking over his girlfriend off. "Elena."

"Make it stop! Make it stop." She breathed out weakly. "Please!" she begged tears falling from her eyes.

"Make what stop. What are you feeling." Damon asked gazing into the girl's glazed eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe Bonnie's protection spell is going wrong." she said softly fighting to stay awake.

"Bonnie?" Stefan uttered.

"Bonnie? She wouldn't hurt Elena." Jeremy reasoned.

"Of course not. Not intentionally anyway." Stefan agreed.

Damon's eyes went wild, not so sure of their surmises. No one could be sure of what that little witch would do. Maybe pre-Gram death Bonnie wouldn't hurt Elena, but post-death Bonnie was another matter. Damon knew a lot of witches and they all held grudges, and judging by that flicker in Bonnie's eye he seen that night something had happened or was happening he just didn't know what. He knew something was off about her today. "You take care of Elena. I'll handle Medusa." he quipped.

Stefan nodded as Damon rushed out the door.

"Don't hurt her." Jeremy warned.

Damon heard him, but he didn't care Bonnie was hurting the little piece of humanity he had left. Baby Gilbert should learn to control his girlfriend better.

"Messores appellat tristes i vobis a virtute esse grandmothers spiritum meum free. His ego immolabo vobis addo unum velle i redeat in vitam."

Flames rose around the deep engrained pattern as the wind picked up. Bonnie's rich chocolate waves framing her face and illuminating her skin. With each time she recited the words it got harder to press on. She felt herself getting weaker, but she knew if she stopped now she could never do this again.

Arms still outstretched and closing her eyes again she began to chant again.

Damon ran through the ransacked woods as fast as his vampire speed could take him. Just by the look in Elena's eyes he knew she was on the brink of her demise. As much as he wanted to do this just to save Elena and get on her good side; much to his dispair he was doing it for Stefan. The thought of his brother being even more broody and depressed made him nauseous. He would have to kill Stefan himself.

He caught the witch's scent 5 minutes into his run, as he came deeper into the woods he knew exactly where he was going. The path led to the witch's house and he immediately wanted to go back, he hated that old house and those dead bitter witches. He smelled the fire before he saw it and quickened his pace if that was even possible.

"Bonnie!" he called out as she came to view.

"Bonnie!" she heard as she said the spell once more. Grams. She thought as her lips curled into a smile. She opened her eyes and tried to focus, but found the feat difficult. I'm coming for you Grams just hold on. she thought again.

Just as she began the second part of the chant a great force pushed her to the ground. The wind and fire dissipating in the midst. Her eyes snapped open at the contact and immediately grew dark.

"Damon"

TBC..

Bonnie's spell says: Reaper's grim i call unto you from the powers that be, set my grandmothers spirit free. I bring to thee these sacrifice bring the one I desire back to life. I used Google translator so I hope its okay lol. Thanks for reading =).