I know me writing a new story when I'm working on Addiction is pretty absurd. Plus, I still have other stories that I have not finished. I've been thinking about doing this for a while, I just had to get all of my thoughts together. So, I will be mainly working on this story and Addiction throughout.

Hopefully you all like it & give it a chance. Xoxo.

Do you ever have a moment where you think you're going to live forever? That you have your whole life ahead of you and that in your 18 years of life the only things crossing your mind was getting ready for prom and planning for life after graduation. Living for sleepovers and just hanging out with your closest friends, attending parties where your only expectations were to summon up enough courage to talk to your crush. Maybe even thinking about how your life was going to be five years from now… hell even ten years from now. Would you be in a job you loved? Expanding in your career or possibly owning your own business. Would you be traveling the world? Maybe even joining the Peace Corps to make differences in lives around the world. Would you eventually fall in love, get married, and have children? Having high expectations of your life… of your future was a necessity. It gives you something to look forward too when you may have lost a little hope.

But what if the hope you lost was too strong to get back because life took a complete turn in a way that you didn't even think was possible. That maybe you don't even have a future anymore because you knocked on death's door every moment of everyday.

Bonnie Sheila Bennett had done it more times than she could count in just a few short years. That should make her martyr right? Someone who constantly put it all on the line to keep her friends and family safe. She didn't know until those few short years ago that it would be her point in life to constantly save everyone. Her goals in life had changed and the sad part about it was that they hadn't changed for her. That saving herself wasn't even put anywhere in that category.

Funny how it all works out, she thought, as her feet picked up a little speed. Night had fallen and so did the rain that continued to grace Mystic Falls for the third day in a row. But it wouldn't be Mystic Falls if it didn't rain on nights when something major happened. It was ironic yet quite annoying if anyone asked her.

And as she was being chased, that was all she could think about. The rain… drenching her, making her wish she never left the house in the first place. She knew that he was close and that trying to outrun him anymore was pointless. No meant no; why didn't people understand that? What gave people the right to get upset when all you said was: No, I don't want to go out with you. Or I'm in a relationship. Even if the last part was false, no still meant no. And yet the worthless piece of space that was chasing her didn't seem to process that word. He took it as a challenge; that maybe she was playing hard to get.

He was able to chase her into an alley. Perfect choice, she thought, because in movies when people are being chased into allies, it was automatically given what would come next. And since no one happened to be around because of the rain and her perfect luck, she was at a lost. She would use her powers against him if she could, but with all of the recent events that had taken place in her life, that was no longer a possibility.

"Look baby, all I want is a little kiss."

His breath reeked of cheap liquor, cigarettes, and a stench that would make a skunk smell like roses. Bonnie felt like passing out just by the horrid smell that was making her skin crawl.

"Please…" She allowed the tears to form into her eyes; thinking that for one possible moment that he would back off when he saw how afraid she was. How she didn't want it. But that only made him want her more.

"I'll be quick. You'll enjoy it." He was strong as he kept her trapped between the brick wall and his body. And as he began unbuckling his pants, she couldn't help but let out a scream even though she knew no one could hear her. And even if they could; who would really put themselves in danger, especially to save her.

The slap to Bonnie's face caught her a little off guard, as her head flew to the side.

"Keep your mouth closed, bitch."

His pants dropped to his ankles, and she knew what would come next.

When he lifted her head to meet his gaze so he could watch her as he inflicted his pain, he immediately lost concentration of what he was about to do. It could have been because the cold draft of the night rainy air had caught the best of him or it could have been the black veins circling around Bonnie's red eyes.

He backed away, almost tripping over his pants. "W-what are you?" He could barely say as he continued backing up.

Bonnie didn't even let him finish as she rushed at him, slamming his back against the wall, wondering if he enjoyed it like he thought she did.

"Please…" he struggled to say as her hand tightened around his neck, lifting him a few feet off the ground.

Bonnie's head cocked to the side. Please? She hoped that she didn't hear him right because that word didn't work for her, why would it ever work for him? She really had to think about that as she put him down and let his neck go. Is that how it really happened? You could inflict pain on someone who begged and screamed for you not to, but then when the situations were reversed, you want to cry and beg and scream. She didn't understand.

She expected him to run. Hell, she wanted him to run. To think he had a chance to escape her was pretty thrilling; priceless even. Plus, she loved a good chase.

He continued to run, pulling up his pants in the process; trying not to fall and yet Bonnie stood in front of him in an instant.

Before he could turn around and go the other way, she savagely bit into his neck; letting the blood seep down her throat and flow through her. But she didn't kill him… not yet. She left him alive long enough to feel his dick being yanked right from his body and shoved down his throat.

And when he dropped to the ground lifeless, Bonnie couldn't help but grin a little. Good riddance.

Looking down at his body, she wondered if she should just leave it for the authorities find or bury it somewhere in the woods. She really didn't care either way.

And that's when she felt him; just a few feet away. She knew what he wanted. And it was something that she could never give to him….not anymore.

"What do you want?" Her voice held irritation as she stayed looking at the dead body before her.

"Is this what you're going to do now? Killing humans? This isn't you, Bonnie."

That caused her to turn around as she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "This guy was a rapist, Stefan. He raped three women in this month alone. I did Mystic Falls a favor. Because that's exactly what I do right?"

She saw the look in Stefan's eyes and knew he was concerned… knew he cared about her well-being and the path she chose to go down. He was worried for her and yet she didn't want him to be. Especially since the base of his worry had to do with his on again off again girlfriend who kept making seductive moon eyes at his brother.

"Bonnie, I know you're going through a lot and I know that you're upset, but I just want to help you."

She wasn't getting into this with him… not again. She was passed all the heartfelt bull shit of trying to save someone. If he really wanted to help her and show concern, he should have thought about that when she constantly put her life on the line and never got a thing to show for it.

But instead of expressing her discontent, she turned to walk away. Having pointless conversations wasn't on her agenda for the rest of the night. She had a bottle of scotch waiting for her at home and she had plans to make nice with the whole bottle.

"I get it, your emotions are turned off so you don't feel anything, but Bonnie…"

He wasn't able to get another word out before she was in his face, close enough that he could practically feel her skin on his..

"No… you don't get it." Her green eyes looked into his. "I have never once turned off my emotions, Stefan. I am a bottomless pit full of emotions, and I make no apologies for how I choose to let them out." She allowed her hand to trace down his arm; feeling the muscles against her fingertips. Her mouth was now close to his and for no more than a second, Stefan's eyes closed aware that how they were standing would look intimate to anyone passing by. "Remember that." The whisper tickled his ear.

And with that, she moved passed him and began walking away, not looking back. "You know, since you want to help so much, clean up my mess." And then she was gone.

Bonnie had never been a drinker. Sure, she had few drunken party nights, sipped a few here and there, but never had she experienced the effects of a whole bottle of dark liquor. It was needless to say that she was tipsy. Her tolerance had impressively improved as a vampire, as well as a lot of other things, and since she couldn't change it; she might as well make the best of it and use it to the best of her abilities.

As the final glass of liquor slid down her throat, she didn't even feel the little sting she did when she started. Everything was numb now. Her mind was essentially numb as she thought about the reason why she was downing a bottle of scotch. It wasn't just the fact that she was now a vampire, when just a little over three months ago she was a witch, learning new magic, and becoming one with the earth and nature. She was able to learn control, didn't have any more nose bleeds or headaches that would leave her whole body disoriented. She understood more and more everyday of what it was like to be a witch. No, that wasn't the only reason she was drinking, it was the fact on how she became a vampire in the first place.

Again, she had put it all on the line to save Elena; the girl she considered a sister at one point in time. Could she really blame Elena though? Everyone seemed to love and bend over backwards to save her life; even if it meant ending everyone else's. Honestly, no one would have to risk their lives if she would just stay put 90% of the time. So, maybe it was her own fault that death had taken her. Bonnie valued Elena so much as friend, a sister… hell, maybe even looked up to her once upon a time, because she had lost so much and yet still remained strong. But then again Bonnie had lost her fare share of people too and had to remain just as strong. But her pain wasn't important because apparently it was all for the greater good. And once again that greater good had to do with Elena Gilbert.

But when Bonnie lost herself; truly lost herself for Elena without so much as a thank you; that's when she couldn't do it anymore.

Over three months ago, Bonnie found a spell to allow her to go back in time to do away with the doppelganger curse, so not only that Klaus couldn't use her, but she wouldn't be supernatural or needed for any type of sacrifice. It was the only way to quit with all the death and destruction that had filled their lives throughout the years.

But what was only supposed to take no more than an hour, left her being burned at the stake in the past. It may have been an outer body experience and when she returned back to the present it was as if nothing had happened, but something did happen. Bonnie may have looked the same on the outside, but on the inside she could still feel the flames and the blisters and burns that consumed her skin. She could still smell the stench of her charred flesh. The pain she felt wasn't even conceivable on this earth. She really thought she was dead and that everything she went back to the past for was a lost cause. But the spell had worked and she returned.

That was something right? Who cared that Bonnie got hurt in the process. That in the past she died in the worst way possible. And that she could still feel it. Even today… right now, she could still feel it.

And where were the spirits in all of this? Probably laughing at her. They had warned her several times to stop the spells and risking her life for the doppelganger. They were the reason she got burned at the stake. She should have known better when they tortured her grams right in front of her for using dark magic to make Elena stay human, instead of becoming a vampire; to which she succeeded in that. Or all the countless times she went against the spirits. They had had enough and showed her what true pain felt like…. showed her how she was killing herself for everyone. She couldn't blame them for abandoning her, but to put her through that when she had been through so much, it really hurt her.

That night when she returned, the stress and turmoil was too much, and vampire blood was practically forced down her throat. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night not being able to breathe and her body feeling numb. She remembered clenching her chest before everything went dark.

Bonnie's eyes shot open almost violently as she sat straight up and took an intake of breath. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she was surprised she could see everything so clearly in the darkness of her room. Her body ached and her gums were hurting severely. She felt as if she was suffocating again and she needed air.

She was out of her house, trying to catch her breath, before she could fathom anything.

What the hell was going on?

And that's when something hit her nose. The smell was intoxicating… mouthwatering. It practically held her in a trance.

"Bonnie?"

A female voice rang in her ears and she quickly turned around. Bonnie's eyes connected with high school mate, Joan, who lived down the street from her. She held a worried expression on her face.

"Bonnie, are you alright?"

"No…" her voice was strained and just a bit above a whisper. When Bonnie noticed the bandage on her hand, she didn't remember pushing her to the ground, but she did remember ripping off her bandage and putting her open wound to her mouth. She barely heard the girl scream as she tried to scramble away.

The pain in her gums got worse and she felt herself being pulled out of the trance she was so enthralled in. She grabbed her jaw and let out a stifled scream, as her fangs started to elongate. The pain was unbearable, and when she realized what was going on, tears immediately appeared in her eyes.

Bonnie Bennett had just transitioned into a vampire. But that couldn't be possible, because she didn't die. Yes, she had vampire blood in her system, but she would have felt if she died. Right?

She then stood up on shaky legs, not sure if she could process anything. This wasn't real. She had to be dreaming….well, having a nightmare. Bonnie was not the thing that went against nature. She was nature.

And the girl that helped in her transition, who was running away, instantly pulled her out of her thoughts. She could hear the pitter patter of her heart as loud as she would have heard a plane fly directly above her head. And before Bonnie could grasp anything, she was standing in front of Joan.

Bonnie grabbed onto her, and she screamed and pleaded for her to let go.

"Stop!" To her surprise, Joan's mouth closed, and the tears stopped. Was it really that easy to compel someone? She wanted to tell her to forget about everything that happened tonight and to go home and get some sleep. But her hunger pangs were out of this world, and her fangs were in Joan's throat before she could comprehend anything.

This innocent girl was going to graduate soon and probably had her whole life planned out. She knew nothing about the supernatural and yet Bonnie could feel her life slipping right between her fingertips. And still she didn't stop…. She couldn't.

As sensitive as her hearing had become, Bonnie didn't hear the car pull up or see the male stand behind her; all she could focus on was the taste of Joan's blood. Her heart was so close to stopping and yet Bonnie hadn't ceased her torment any.

Apart of her didn't want to stop because the blood was the most satisfying thing that ever entered her body and the other part was that she truly wanted to end this girl's life. She didn't really know her, but she wanted her dead and she wanted to be the one to drain her of it.

In that moment, with that realization, that's what made her stop. The fact that she wanted to take a life. She knew it wasn't her; that the thing she had turned into was making her consumed with nothing but death.

When she let go, she watched as Joan fell to the ground.

"Ms. Bennett." She turned towards the voice to find Elijah Mikaelson standing before her.

Seeing him look at her with soft eyes and then look at the body on the ground, she knew that she wasn't dreaming. This was real. And the tears came faster than expected as her whole body shook with blind numbing emotion.

"I killed her."

Bonnie's voice was frantic as she cried. And Bonnie Bennett rarely cried. Sure, she had break downs here and there, but she was so use to holding a straight face and putting everything to the back burner that she didn't have time to cry. She never had time for anything except saving someone's life. And through it all, this is what happens?

"I killed her…" she repeated. Like repeating it was going to change the outcome.

"No you didn't." Elijah's voice was calm. He healed the girl, compelled her and sent her on her way. When his eyes focused back on Bonnie, who had blood smeared across her mouth and tears leaking out of her eyes, he noticed that she seemed to be in a trance; staring at nothing.

"Ms. Bennett?" Elijah's voice was so close and yet it felt distant. "Is there somewhere I can take you?"

And when Bonnie's eyes reached his, she didn't know what to say. Everything was rushing through her. She was a vampire now. She really died. She was really burned at the stake not all but 24 hours ago.

"Bonnie…"

Her name sound like silk escaping his lips. Why was he being nice to her? She knew Elijah was the noble one out of the bunch, but he was an original vampire who double crossed them at the end of the day.

"I can't go home…" she choked on a sob. The house was in her dad's name so she had to be invited in. And she didn't want to see her friends… not yet.

And before she knew it, she was in Elijah's car, being taken to the mansion where he and his siblings stayed.

Bonnie snapped out of her memory of the day she transitioned into a vampire, her eyes landing on one of the Salvatore brother's sitting across from her. His blue eyes staring intensely at her.

"You don't know how to knock?" Bonnie couldn't help but glare because this wasn't the first time Damon Salvatore entered her home uninvited.

"Actually, I did for once, but you were too busy staring at an empty glass to here me."

"What do you want, Damon?" She asked, even though she knew exactly what he wanted from her.

"You don't write, you don't call." His tone was sarcastic. "And now you're drinking alone. I'm crushed."

"It's only been a week," she rolled her eyes and stood up to put her glass in the sink. She may have been a vampire but she did stumble just a little. "Plus, I'm sure you've been busy sulking about how Elena is still with Stefan, but can't bring herself to admit her feelings for you. She just leads you on and you follow her around like a sick puppy."

When she turned around, he was in front of her face. She expected it. He had the look of wanting to snap her neck, and yet she stood there and held eye contact. Not afraid of him.

"You want to tell me why you were giving Stefan your sex eyes in that ally earlier?"

She wasn't going to explain herself because as far as she knew, she wasn't giving Stefan sex anything. And the fact that Damon had followed her, pissed her completely off.

"Hey when Elena jumps do you say how high?"

He then cocked his head to the side and gave her that Damon smirk that was so common.

"Someone's got their panties in a bunch." His hands went to the drawstring of her pajama bottoms. "Even though I must say I've missed our usual banter."

When she felt them drop to her ankles, he looked her in the eye, "My mistake."

Because she wasn't wearing any.

While she was debating on if she wanted to have multiple orgasms with Damon tonight, while they clung to one another for dear life, her question was soon answered when he dropped to his knees and lifted one of her legs above his shoulder. His tongue then began to design a masterpiece on her clit, as she leaned back onto the sink to keep her from falling.

She and Damon started having sex with one another probably a month after her transition. She was at home alone drinking, just like tonight because they had just buried her father after he was drained of blood by some vampire, which Bonnie happily killed. She had been an emotional wreck and the only person that had come to check on her was Damon. It would have surprised her, but the fact that he was with her in the past when she burned to death, fed her his blood when they returned, as well drove her home after it all, nothing really surprised her anymore.

But that night, she was drunk, he had come to check on her, he ended up drinking, and then they ended up getting to know each other way more than they thought they ever would. And maybe back when she was human, she would have found it absurd, and shied away from it. It wasn't like her to have casual sex with anyone let alone Damon Salvatore; someone she never really even looked at as a close friend. They had become respectable towards one another, fought side by side, but he was never the type of friend that she could just confide in. And now that she was a vampire; now that so much had happened to her, no fucks could be given anymore. She wasn't a loose cannon, but she didn't take anyone's shit anymore. She did what she wanted and left it at that.

And having sex with Damon, it was fun and different. Shit, it was earth shattering, but she would never admit to him that. There wasn't anything intimate about their horizontal, vertical, sideways meetings. It was purely fucking. There were no strings attached; she didn't love him, he didn't love her. Hell, he was still moping over her former friend, but she couldn't care. She got what she wanted and for once that's all that mattered.

Before she knew it both of her legs were around his shoulders as he held her in the air and continued to implement sweet torture between her legs.

Bonnie's eyes opened to the sun shining brightly through her window. She sat up, realizing that she was at the end of her bed, and that Damon was still here. She immediately moved his arm that seemed to encircle her while she slept, and stood up out of bed, putting on her robe.

She was a little thrown off at the fact that he was still here. This wasn't the agreement. They would have sex, and then he would leave. If she fell asleep, he knew where the front door was.

And before she could shake him awake, he immediately grabbed her hand and she was back under him. His fingers instantly entered her, and she couldn't help but make a noise of satisfaction.

But she had things she had to do, so this would have to happen another time. She quickly removed his hand and stood back up.

"I have things to do."

She saw Damon's eye roll before she walked into the bathroom.

He followed her.

"Let me guess, spending your day with the originals… yet again."

Bonnie didn't have to look at him to know that he was bothered by it and that he had an irritated look on his face. But, she couldn't really bring herself to care about it.

Damon didn't know why, but it aggravated him that she wasn't even giving him a side way glance as she began to run the water for her shower.

"So, you spend all of your time with them, and what we only fuck? You've crushed me, Bon Bon." He put his hand to his chest like he was hurt by it.

"Well, the fact that you're still in love with Elena should give you all the answers you need."

Touché, he thought.

The water was just right for her skin as she touched it with her hand, but the feeling of his gaze on hers made her turn around to face him. She wanted to know why he was still here, but she didn't feel like getting into an argument, going back and forth with him by asking.

"Damon, it's practically ten in the morning. You never sleep over. You know where the door is, so use it."

She could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to either push her into the shower and fuck her senseless or break her neck; probably both.

Damon had to admit, he didn't dislike Bonnie acting this way. She use to have a fire in her eyes that died down a long time ago, and now that she was a vampire that fire had returned. Did he feel bad that she was now everything she was supposed to be against and no longer a witch? A little. But, she never stood up for herself when she was a witch. So, maybe she was better off as a vampire.

And if she wanted to use him to satisfy her needs that a vampire… especially a new born baby vamp was consumed with, he didn't mind obliging. Plus, he had to admit, she was good at what she did. And when they were together, he never once thought of Elena. So, at the end of the day, they were using each other.

As he watched her naked form get into the shower, he almost got in there with her, not caring that they would probably end up fighting. But he chose to leave, and who he ran into outside of her home, made his eyes roll.

"Ah, Damon Salvatore, fancy seeing you here….."

Klaus Mikaelson.

The original vampire hybrid, that tried to not only kill Elena, but kill them all. And now he was practically best friends with Bonnie. He still didn't know how the fuck that happened.

"Welp, Bonnie and I had a meeting of sorts….. I don't think I need to give details." He should have went into detail on how he made Bonnie scream and how she rode his dick until they both came, because he saw the way Klaus looked at her from time to time and it bothered him.

Klaus's sinister smile formed on his lips. "I'm sure the five minutes you spent with Bonnie really isn't worth talking about."

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you."

"Since Bonnie spends all of her free time with my siblings and I, I should say it doesn't look good on you."

Damon stood a little closer, wanting to pull his heart out of his chest.

"Walk away Damon. I don't want to have to kill you." Actually Klaus would definitely enjoy killing him, but Bonnie wouldn't like that too much.

They stared at each other for another minute before Damon disappeared.

No soon as he left, Bonnie walked out dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and brown boots. "Is the pissing contest over?"

"Your boy is quite annoying." Klaus opened her car door for her.

"He's not my boy."

Klaus got behind the wheel and gave her a look that she saw out of her peripheral.

"Whatever you say, love."

A/N: Okay so what do you think? If you're confused at all, a lot will be explained in the next chapter. Like, Bonnie actually being in the past with Damon, her relationship with the Mikaelson's, and her relationship with her friends. This is a Bamon story but her connection with others is going to be big in this story.

I don't actually have a time line of where this story is. Yes, Bonnie saved Elena from being a vampire. But I'm not really going into season 4 with Silas, and the hunter curse. Some things have happened that has happened in the show, but some haven't. Hopefully that makes sense lol.

I hope you all enjoyed it & want to read more. Please review =) xoxo.