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"Stefan..." Bonnie could barely hear her own voice, standing in the basement of the witch's house in the dark. Esther was above, facing the Originals who had come a few minutes too early for the spell to work. "Stefan, no."

If you can't stop her, I'll have to find another way...

Bonnie tried to turn away, to run back to Abby – but Stefan was in front of her. The same brooding expression, the same furrowed brow she had seen a hundred times when he spoke of Elena – when he spoke of protecting her. But this time, it was aimed at her.

He was going to kill her.

Bonnie knew it with the certainty of her own heart beat.

"They're drawing from our line, alive and dead," Bonnie pointed out.

"The line will break," Stefan had said ominously, "If one of you isn't a witch anymore."

"Don't do this," Bonnie said, hating the pleading in her voice. But she was desperate. She could feel the tears welling up already.

In the distance, she heard Abby's muffled cry of surprise.

"Damon!" Bonnie screamed, "Damon, no!"

She tried to push past Stefan, tried to get to her, but he held her in place. She was fighting against him, struggling with all her might. She would've zapped him with an aneurysm or lit Damon up if there was time enough to think – if there was time enough to do anything other than scream. Her power was useless to her anyway – Esther was draining it all, she needed it all.

And then suddenly, Stefan dropped forward – unmoving.

"Ugh," Bonnie cried as she shoved his limp body off of her. She heard it thud behind her but didn't stop to look. At the top of the stairs, she saw a similar scene. Damon was on the floor, his wrist bleeding out, his blood dripping from Abby's mouth as she tried to wipe it from her lips. She was on the floor, crawling desperately away from him.

"Bonnie," Abby cried, "You're alright."

"Mom!" Bonnie said, the word feeling strangely right on her lips for the first time. And then she turned to Damon, wanted to kick him, wanted to kill him. She turned towards him, stood above him, levelled her hands so they hovered over his incapacitated form.

She was about to start chanting when she noticed.

"Damon..." Bonnie said, dropping to her knees. His blood was seeping out of his wrist in time with... a heart beat? "Damon, you're..."

He was paling by the second. Leave it to him to open a major artery. Bonnie pulled her scarf from her neck and was wrapping his wrist up, his blood coloring the fabric in seconds. She applied pressure and started, between tears, to say a healing chant.

"What's going on?" Abby asked, still stunned at the sight before her. She crawled forward and placed her hands over Bonnie's.

"I don't know," Bonnie sobbed, shaking her head, "I don't know, but I think... he's dying."

"He tried to kill me," Abby said, breathlessly.

"I know," Bonnie said, but her concentration was elsewhere. Damon wasn't supposed to be bleeding out. This didn't make sense. "I have to heal him."

Abby looked at her daughter in confusion. She glanced behind them at the staircase leading to the basement and thought she heard the floor boards creaking.

"It's Stefan," Bonnie said without turning her eyes from Damon. "You need to get out of here, Abby. You've had vampire blood, he's going to kill you to break Esther's line to us."

"I'm not leaving you," Abby said resolutely.

"You have to," Bonnie said.

"No," Abby said, gripping Bonnie's hands more firmly over Damon's wrist. She began reciting a chant that Bonnie didn't know. Bonnie looked at her for a few seconds before joining in. Soon, Damon's blood wasn't gushing out. Bonnie was covered in it, but he seemed to be healed.

She was acting on instinct, on the tools and tricks she had learned from being a mortal living a very dangerous life. If you pull away the fabric, the clotting can come with it. Then she moved her hands to his head and shifted the vampire to a more comfortable position.

"You better be okay, you bastard," Bonnie said, "So I can kill you myself."

Damon let out a small groan that had Bonnie breathing a sigh of relief.

Then Bonnie reached up and pressed her hand against his throat. "It's okay," she said, a small smile pulling at her lips as she turned to Abby. "He has a pulse."

"He..." Abby's face contorted. "Has a pulse?"

"Oh my God," Bonnie said, her eyes wide as she jabbed her hand into Damon's throat again. He let out a gurgling sound of pain and moved to sit up. She shoved him down again, and pressed her head to his chest.

"Bonnie?" he muttered, dazed. His entire face contorted, like he was in incredible pain. He moved a hand to his temple as if t massage it.

"Oh my God!" Bonnie said, meeting Abby's stunned eyes with her own. "Damon, you're... alive."

"No thanks to you, I'm sure," Damon scowled before righting himself. Then he turned to Abby and frowned. "So are you!"

He moved to get up, but Bonnie held him in place easily with her magic. Far too easily.

"What did Esther say the first stage of her spell was?" Abby asked calmly, backing away from both Bonnie and Damon.

"To turn Finn human," Bonnie said softly. "Damon, you're..."

"We're human?" Stefan's voice came groggily to her from the staircase.

"They're all..." Abby gaped, "human. But she was only aiming at the Originals..."

"That means..." Bonnie gasped, turning to Abby. "We have to go."

"What?" Stefan frowned, speaking louder than necessary. A steady drum was sounding in his head, loud enough to give him a killer headache.

Bonnie grabbed her mother's hand and ran to the front of the house. As she exited, she whispered a soft spell that would keep them in place. She left the house just in time to see the knife Esther was brandishing threaten to come down on Finn.

"No!" Bonnie yelled. Esther, surprised, turned to glance at her.

"Stop it!" Bonnie said.

"They have to die," Esther said simply.

"You wanted to kill vampires," Bonnie spat at the older witch. The rest of Finn's brothers stood on the opposite side of the salt pentagram. Kol was cradling his head in one corner, on the ground as if in pain. Elijah was slowly standing to his feet. And Klaus was pacing, his frustrating written all over his face, as he tried again and again to charge at the salt boundary and was blocked.

"These are not vampires," Bonnie said, looking around.

"The balance must be restored," Esther said simply. "You will come to understand in time, sister."

"You lied to me," Bonnie said, her voice soft but serious. "You said this would kill the Originals. You didn't say anything about it affecting the vampires that descend from them. All of them."

"The Salvatore brothers," Esther began.

"Caroline Forbes," Bonnie said, her eyes so sharp and serious on Esther and the knife that Abby thought the Original witch herself might go up in flames, "Tyler Lockwood. They are not going to die tonight."

"They are vampires," Esther tried again.

"They have not lived long enough to be the beasts your children are," Bonnie said simply. "As long as killing Finn will kill his siblings, and will kill all of their vampire lines..." she shook her head, "I will not assist you."

"You can't stop me now," Esther said, pulling Finn to stand before her.

Bonnie's eyes flashed with fire, and soon all of the lanterns were shooting to the sky with flame.

"My ancestors will not help you," Bonnie said. "Even if I have to kill myself..."

Esther flinched then, as if Bonnie had discovered something and the young girl nodded as she walked forward. The Salvatore brothers were at the door of the witch's house. Elijah was looking at them in confusion, like there was something he had asked them to do but had since forgotten. Abby stood between the Salvatores and Bonnie – they couldn't exit, but if they did, she would stop them. She would protect her child.

Bonnie stood in front of the witch's house, the moon at its apex in the sky, and extended her arms. She started mumbling in Latin, and Esther could only watch as the knife was flung from her hand. Next was Finn. She struggled against Esther's clutch, but her ancestors would always choose her. Bennetts will always protect their own.

And Caroline as her own. Tyler was her own.

"Leave now," Bonnie said to the witch. "Or I will do it."

"You wouldn't," Esther said. "We are on the same side."

"There is only one side," Bonnie said, approaching Esther slowly. "My side."

Everyone was yelling around her. Screaming. Shouting directions and names. Only Abby, behind her, was calm and concentrated.

Esther crossed her arms, glaring at Bonnie.

And then she did it.

She said a simple incantation and then flicked her eyes to the former hybrid.

"Klaus," she called his name, and it was louder than the screaming – louder than the flames and the chanting. She nodded at the pentagram. "Enter."

He was inside as fast as his human legs could carry him, jumping through the flames and ignoring the smell of his own burning flesh. He leaped at Esther.

But she was gone.

"No!" he screamed, and Bonnie felt his anguish rush through the centre of her heart.

She turned to the Salvatores now, and both brothers were stunned by what they saw. They took identical steps backwards as she approached. Bonnie's eyes weren't their normal green-brown hue. They were glowing a rich, emerald green that seemed to dance and spark as she narrowed them at the former vampires.

"Where is Elena?" she asked.

"Elijah," Stefan offered, but could find no other words.

Bonnie turned to Elijah and saw him moving to assist Kol. To help him up so they could limp away from the scene. Bonnie extended on arm and twisted her wrist. She almost enjoyed how they fell to the earth.

Suffocation.

Bonnie moved to stand over the brothers, walking easily through the salt past Klaus who found himself in the same predicament. He tried to grab her ankle as she moved past, but she shook him off like an annoying dog.

"You," Bonnie said, leaning forward to look at Elijah. "You are still connected to them. And you're mortal now. No one else can undo this connection. Every time your genius brother Kol gets his ass kicked, you're going to feel it. When Klaus feels the very real, human pain all of his enemies will come back to inflict," Bonnie almost snickered, "You're going to feel it."

She released her grasp on him, and let him gasp in some air.

"Bring me Elena," Bonnie said with a serious frown. "And I'll unlink you. If even one hair on her head is damaged," Bonnie pressed the heel of her boot into his hand, wincing a bit at how his face twisted at the new pain, "I will kill you."

She stepped away from him. "You have one hour."

Elijah nodded, reaching for his phone. He spoke into it hurriedly for a few moments, gathered Kol and left. Klaus stood in the circle, finding his bearings at last. He turned to face Bonnie, his back to the Salvatores. He tilted his head, looking at her quizzically before approaching.

"Don't even breath in my direction," Bonnie said snippily.

"I am still a werewolf," Klaus said. "Don't treat me as a mere mortal."

"I would be so lucky," Bonnie spat back, "If you or your kind ever treated me as well as you did some mortals." She cast an eye at the Salvatore brothers still locked in the house.

Klaus eyed the young witch, and he couldn't decide if it was with hatred for assisting his mother or appreciation for saving him. Or admiration for literally stepping on and over her enemies.

"Go, Klaus," Bonnie said boredly. "If Elijah doesn't return in the hour, I will see you shortly."

He turned to Finn and Bonnie held out a warning hand.

"Finn stays with me," Bonnie said. She offered a sweet smile. "Suicide watch."

Klaus frowned. "This," he looked at himself in disgust, "state will not last forever."

"Nothing lasts forever," Bonnie said. "Now, go. Before I release the Salvatores."

Klaus stilled a bit at that. He offered Finn a final look and then walk away. Backwards. Looking at Bonnie the entire time.

When he was speeding away in his car, Bonnie fell to her knees and let all of the magic go.

Damon and Stefan were at her side as soon as their human feet could carry.

"Caroline..." Bonnie said, grabbing Stefan's arm, "And Tyler. Please, make sure they're alright. Make sure they're somewhere safe. Klaus... doesn't need to be invited in anymore."

"Okay," Stefan said, his eyes still foggy like he was in a daze.

Then she turned to Damon, "Finn. We have to get him back to the Boarding House," she glanced over her shoulder at the older vampire, coming to while Abby leaned down beside him. She turned him over and placed her hand on his forehead, pushing his hair from his face.

"Bonnie," Damon said, placing his hand on her arm. Her scarf was still wrapped tightly around it. "What's going on?"

"All the vampires," Bonnie said, blinking rapidly as if trying to make sense of it herself. "All the vampires are human."

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AN: Hiii! Dun dun daaa the vampires are human! I don't know where this story is going or who I should pair Bonnie up with... Anyone? Everyone? No idea! I'm open to suggestions, let me know what you think!

p.s. I know, I know, I have Bewitched to finish, and The Switch to somehow find inspiration for again. Ahh! But I couldn't help it, this story has been bugging me for so long to be written!