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Chapter one – Normal p.o.v.

"This have to end, now." Bonnie thought.

Since she knew Damon Salvatore, she couldn't handle with his fantasy about Elena, Bonnie's best friend, who was engaged with his brother, Stefan Salvatore. Stefan and Damon are also vampires, but this is just a detail.

Life is so hard.

Damon never told his fantasy out loud but, Bonnie Bennett, who was a witch and a medium, was also able to capture some images from his mind, which disgusted her.

She threw back her long black hairs behind her shoulder and banished those images from her mind, trying to cut the connection with Damon's mind.

She had a quick look at him, who was outside the « amicable circle » which was composed by Elena, Stefan, Matt and Bonnie herself. He was in the shadow, wearing his eternal black leather jacket and watched Elena with a greedy look. She was remembering old memories, at the time when she tried to seduce Stefan. All laughed, except Damon, on the verge of disgust.

" Pathetic." He murmured.

If Stefan heard it, he didn't say anything. He was too happy with his friends. He was smiling blissfully, watching Elena like his personal miracle.

" When Elena became a vampire, I really believed that you was kidding. Except when I saw you for real. I got the fear of my life. Worst when you, Stefan, asked me if I could let me bite by her..." Matt said.

General mirth, except for Mr-blasé-about-life aka Damon Salvatore.

Bonnie was happy, but ill-at-ease in a way. Something was wrong, she felt some nostalgia in that discussion. They seemed all happy to bring back the past, not her. She needed to think about something different for a change.

" I have such a migraine. I've got to go outside just two minutes." She excused.

She stood up from Stefan's bed, where she was sitting next to Matt. When she was on her way to the corridor leading to the stairs of the boarding house, Bonnie's eyes met Damon's ones, who was thinking very clearly and on her direction :" It's not nice to lie to your friends, don't you know that?". She answers back in Damon's head : "This is all because of you that my head hurts me so badly, your stupid ideas about ruling the world, Elena by your side, that give me a huge headache."

Damon look at her, with an innocent look. Half convincing.

She walked down the stairs, leading to the Mrs Flowers' little garden, a place that she really appreciated.

When she arrived in the garden, she found a little iron chair ornate with iron roses and decided to sat on it.

She thought about the scene which just happened on Stefan's bedroom.

Elena could be Bonnie's best friend since ever, even when she died twice, Bonnie had kept the hope of seeing her friend back. Though, everything changed. Elena wasn't the same, or rather, she became the "old Elena" again, the seducer.

In the one hand, she was with Stefan but in the other hand, she still seduced, in an other way. Indeed, all the magical race was attracted by her aura and her power.

Then, Bonnie thought that she had always been superfluous. It's like in a bad fairy tale (you can also call it a nightmare, it depends on the point of view that you express it, for Bonnie, it was that.) : there is Elena, the powerful princess loved by everyone.

Then, we have Stefan, the prince charming, in love and beloved by the princess.

Then Damon, the bad one, who wants to steal the princess to the prince.

And finally, Matt, the black sheep (there is always one in each stories, former lover of the princess, today forgotten and replaced. He has the best friend role, who can do anything to save the wonderful Elena, even die, but too lazy to fight with the prince and take back the princess.

"And what about me?" Bonnie thought, "I'm the nice little witch, too emotional, always on the powerful princess' shadow and who's kept just for her little power.

In view of this situation, Bonnie wanted to cry, but at that moment, she felt unable.

That's often the same situation. We can cry at home, in the evening, when nobody is about to see you, realizing that maybe your best friend is using you since you know her.

Bonnie just sighed and changed her mind in watching the little garden in front of her. Tons of big and huge roses in every possible and unbelievable colors. There was also a lot of unknown shrubs and plants.

Mrs Flowers was a witch too, she used those plants for all situations : potions, medicines...

Bonnie was about to stand up to watch a weird plant closer, when she heard some footsteps on the dead leaves of November, which paralyzed her.

She waited for the intruder to show his face, but she first saw black boots, black Armani® jeans, a black leather jacket...

She didn't have to go higher to guess who was it, she had recognized him.

Damon.

"Can I stay alone more than two minutes, here? Or did you just decided to make my life a nightmare?" Bonnie asked.

Damon just had, for answer, a mocking smile.

"Get the hell away from me, please"

"Actually, I get a migraine too."

"Vampires got headaches?" Bonnie asked, suspicious.

"OK, one point for you. But I couldn't handle with the excess of nostalgia up there anymore. I feel a bit sick. Physically impossible for someone like me, I admit but If I could, I would vomit. Maybe on Saint Stefan..."

In spite of her, Bonnie wanted to laugh. To imagine Damon as a human was hilarious. She remembered that it was late and she had to go home early.

"Wait" Damon said, who, had surely read on Bonnie's mind; "Stay a little bit longer. We can chat. I don't want to go back to Elena and Stefan's Land"

"About what, do you want to talk with me, Damon? I think that we don't have the same conception of life."

"I don't think so." (Smile "Made in Damon")

"What do you mean?"

"I really agree with your conception of your three friends and I, you know, your 'Bad fairy tale'..."

"DAMON, Stop doing that !"

"Doing what?" He answered back with the same mocking smile.

"Reading my thoughts! This is private! I don't look in your head all day. Except when you fantasize about Elena, it seems like you were yelling at me."

"Honestly sorry, little witch. But you see, the idea to rule the darkness, even humans if I am lucky, Elena by my side is really... mouth watering, that's the word."

Some pictures went on Damon's mind : Elena and him, wearing black, sitting on ebony thrones, litres of human blood just for the two of us...

Damon trembled of pleasure, Bonnie trembled of fear and disgust.

"Damon, stop it !" Bonnie shouted, shocked by Damon's thoughts.

"I understand that you can be afraid by this vision, but this is stronger than me." Damon laughed.

"It's OK, I have to go. Tell them that I was tired and that my headache still hurt me."

She walked to her old car, gift from her parents to comfort on Elena's death, but Damon was quicker and held her hand.

"What are you..."

"Bonnie, stay."

She trembled when he said her name. Bonnie was confused and wondering what Damon was cooking up. He was never so sentimental with humans.

He draw Bonnie to himself and gripped her to the shoulders.