It's so hard to write for a TV show. Especially one whose plot is shifting and changing every episode. I had to abadon my other story because the TV was progressing and my storyline was left in the dust. But now I think I've come up with a plot that can apply no matter what happens in the future of the show. It spawned from a kind of sick daydream of mine. This occurs a little while after Gram's death.
Enjoy. :)
No one had seen her for days. The out-going, friendly cheerleader was nowhere to be seen. Her grandma's death a month ago somewhat justified her disappearance, but that was a long time ago. She seemed to have been getting better, rejoining the cheer squad and going to a few social outings, but then one day, she just disappeared. And no one knew what happened. Not even Caroline, who called every day after Grams' death. She'd just stopped going to school and no matter how many times Elena and Caroline called, or showed up on her doorsteps banging on the door, there was no sign of Bonnie. It was as though she died.
Elena was worried out of her mind. She couldn't sleep, couldn't eat. All her nails were gnawed down to a nub. She could swear that her hair was beginning to fall out. But Stefan merely shook his head and tried to comfort his girlfriend. He could smell Bonnie. And she wasn't in trouble. Still, it shocked everyone when a grinning, joyous, albeit fatigued, Bonnie Bennett bounced into first period, as though the last few months of her life had never occurred.
"Hey!" She offered Elena a one-armed hug before slipping into the seat across from her.
"Hi," Elena said slowly, glancing over at Stefan next to her in surprise before turning back to her best friend. "You look very-" She immediately stopped, "How have you been? We've been worried."
"I've been great," the grin on her face was genuine, "Perfect actually."
The smile was infectious. Elena couldn't help but brighten in response, "That's great."
"Hey, look, it's Miss Mystic Falls!"
Caroline spun around immediately, suspicious, but flattered when she found a cheery Bonnie behind her. Her face lit up and she surged forward to hug her. "Now, don't think I didn't see you on your big day, Care. I was there! I just had to leave early. You were beautiful, though. You deserved to win."
Caroline beamed at the compliments, "Thanks. I'm glad you're feeling better, Bonnie. We missed you."
"I know. I've just been… extremely busy with things…"
"Like…?"
Bonnie pursed her lips, but couldn't hide her smile, "I have a secret. But I don't know if it'll work out… But if it does… You'll be the first to know!"
Caroline gave her a dirty look, "This better be about a boy."
Bonnie looked thoughtful, "Kind of… in a way."
Before her blonde friend can respond, Stefan approached them. Bonnie grinned, "Stefan! You're just the person I was looking for."
Stefan couldn't deny his surprise. A few days ago, Bonnie wanted absolutely nothing to do with him or Damon, blaming the two of them for Grams' death… And now- what was going on? "Really? Is there something you want to talk about?"
She glanced hesitantly at Caroline, who rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in defeat, "Alright! I get it. Secrets sharing time! And obviously you don't want me in the picture," she huffed good-naturedly, "Don't worry; I won't tell Elena of your secret affair." And with that, she left.
"I love you, Care!" Bonnie yelled after her.
Stefan fell in step besides the small brunette, "So, do you need help or something?"
Bonnie bit her lip, "Actually, I do." Stefan raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to continue. She sighed, "I've been practicing with my powers… And I think I've been getting better now. Nowhere near where Emily and the more impressive witches were, but I can brag to holding my own now. It's all thanks to the grimoires I've been studying."
"Bonnie, that's great." She blushed slightly at the compliment. "But, be careful. You've just discovered your powers. You don't know your limitations yet. Overexertion can lead to dire consequences."
Bonnie couldn't help but stiffen slightly. She was all too aware of that, having experienced the ultimate devastation of magic only a month ago… But she was confident of the safety measures she'd been taking. She quickly offered Stefan a forced smile, "I know… I promise, I'm acting responsibly."
"Good," he crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't know as much about witches as I'd wish," he admitted, "Emily was the only witch I'd ever encountered before you. But, from as little as I know about witches, I think you're doing great. Elena believes in you, too." He didn't notice how the small brunette's face dropped. "So what did you say you needed help with?"
She racked her brain to make up an excuse, "Well, um, there's this one spell on… er, healing that I'd like to try, but I need a few drops of vampire blood." She fished out an empty vial and smiled at him.
"Oh, no problem," Stefan easily pierced the tip of his finger without so much as wincing, and allowed a few drops of the thick crimson liquid to drip into the vial before handing it back to Bonnie.
She corked it and tucked it in her pocket. "Thanks, Stefan."
He nodded, "Anytime. You do you that if you're ever in trouble, you can turn to me, right?"
Bonnie shot him a dazzling grin to hide her unease, "Of course."
She sat at the table, eying the nearly black liquid beyond the glass. It sloshed around slowly every time she tipped the vial, no matter how hard she shook it. Sighing, she placed it on a shelf next to the other mystical knickknacks that would have driven a Harry Potter nerd to nirvana. Powdered werewolf claws, various jars of dried roots and herbs, three silvery strands of unicorn hair, what looked like a potato in the shape of a human baby submerged in rich brown liquid.
Bonnie sat back down at the table. What she'd always assumed to be the basement of Grams' house, and therefore never before catching her interest to even investigate, had turned out to be an elaborate, ancient sanctum dedicated to the dark arts. Bonnie had come here to hide from the public after Grams' funeral, but had instead found this.
Now she sat there, her hands clenched in fists, staring with a passion enough to bore holes in the crumbling page of the grimoire before her. Stefan couldn't help her. She couldn't make him make such a sacrifice… But she didn't know what she was going to do without him. She wanted to pound the book before her in frustration, but she quickly quenched these undesirable urges before her fist could lower on the page before her. Regretful of her urges, Bonnie carefully smoothed the page she worshipped so much lately. The discovery of this spell saved her life.
She was helpless. Bonnie could see the blackness always on the edge of her vision, ready to eat her up at any time, advancing. Her heart raced in her chest. This spell had sliced through the black with a golden sword… But it was fading, fading quickly.
Scared, Bonnie quickly closed the book and ran out of the basement, into the warm house, where sunlight peaked from behind translucent curtains. It wasn't good enough. She didn't stop until she was outside, on the street, where she could experience the full blast of the hot sun. Her breathing leveled. Resuming her cool, Bonnie attempted to calmly walk home… Still, the goosebumps on her arms and neck would not go away…
She was a selfish bitch, she really was. But she didn't care… She was too weak to care… Bonnie never did anything for herself, always being the support for her friends and family to lean onto. One act of selfishness could be overlooked for years of saint work, right? Not when the act was as tremendous as what Bonnie desired. But she couldn't live without it… Nor could she admit how pathetic she was to her friends. Elena had suffered through much, much more without a word of protest. Caroline would laugh in her face.
Bonnie took a deep breath and steadied herself against the wide tree trunk. It was raining; sheets of water crashed down on her back relentlessly, but she didn't care. She wanted this more than life itself. But it was unachievable without… Inhaling shakily, Bonnie climbed back into the Prius parked off at the side of the road and drove determinedly. It was well into the middle of the night, but she knew what she had to do. She needed Damon.
With minimal hesitation, Bonnie turned into the long, ancient driveway of a house she'd hoped she'd never have to step foot into. She recalled Elena mentioning earlier how she and Stefan were planning a romantic evening together to celebrate their six month anniversary or some kind of crap like that. The Salvatore house would be empty but for one. Biting down on her lip, Bonnie raised her hand to knock on the door, but it swung open before she could make contact with the wood.
She was faced with a smirking, and very hungry-looking vampire. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the little witch. Please tell me you're here to sate my hunger?"
Bonnie swallowed loudly, pushing back the overwhelming nerves urging her to run for her life. She would not fear this man any longer… Not if she wanted his help. "No, unfortunately, Damon." She was quite aware of how she was drenched from head to toe, looking rather as if she swam here, but she refused to let him see her shiver.
He cocked his head to the side, leaning heavily against the door frame, his curiosity greater than the urge to simply sink his teeth into that smooth neck again. "You come here in the middle of the night dressed like that… What can I do for you, little witch?"
She ignored how she was suddenly aware of what little clothing she had on. She felt naked in the white cotton dress, now completely transparent by the massive amount of water it retained, and no shoes. A suit of armor would've sufficed better against the dangerous vampire. She wished she would've thought ahead. But spontaneity was always a feature of Bennett women. Bonnie twisted a now curly lock of her soaked hair between two fingers. She looked up, right at him, muddy green meeting frosty blue head on.
"Damon, I need your help… I'm gonna bring Grams back."
He pursed his lips, intrigued, "That's impossible."
Bonnie tapped the grimoire under her arm, "No. It's not. There's a spell- but I need an immortal creature's help to make it work… As much as I despise it, you're the only one I've got."
His too-hot eyes seemed to burn holes in her face. Instead of cowering, she straightened her spine. Damon stroked his chin, seemingly thoughtful, "And why, may I inquire, would I ever want to bring that bitch back? In case you haven't been paying attention, the Bennett women seem to have a penchant towards causing us Salvatores pain. Why would I help you? What do I get in return?"
Bonnie's breath froze in her chest. Here was the moment she'd been dreading. "Anything," she offered, her eyes determined, "Anything I have, anything I do, anything you want." She spread her arms wide, and her eyes widened, "Anything I can offer, it's yours."
He studied her for a second, suspicious. His brow furrowed when he realized she wasn't lying. He had never fully grasped how deep the love between the little witch and her grandmother was. He noticed how fast her heart was pounding right away and the desperation in her eyes. "Fine," he finally said, casually sauntering away from the door and into the house to pout himself a drink, "I'll take it."
A deep sensation of relief flooded her system. Bonnie carefully walked into the ancient house after him and closed the door behind her, drowning out the sounds of the thunderstorm outside. She set the grimoire down on the coffee table and padded wetly after him, "You'll take what?" She softly asked, apprehensive.
He nonchalantly poured them generous amounts of whisky in two glasses. He looked up at her, "I'll take it all."
With a friendly smile, he offered her a glass. Bonnie cautiously accepted it. "Wh-what does that mean?"
His gaze grew completely serious, "I meant what I said. Everything. Miss Bonnie Bennett, you now belong to me. You do and say everything I tell you to. No questions asked, no protesting, no hesitation. You're mine."
Bonnie could feel white hot panic flood her system. She wanted to run out the door and never look back. Every nerve in her body begged her to do so. Instead, she shot back the glass of whisky, appreciating the burn as it crawled down her throat to her stomach, leaving an inflamed trail of fire behind. Bonnie blinked the tears from her eyes, now managing not to quiver as she met his gaze. She knew perfectly well that this was selling her soul to the devil, but she had no other choice.
"Do we have ourselves a deal?"
Bonnie stared lifelessly at his offered hand. "Yes."
His grip was too strong for comfort and his skin unpleasantly cool. She wanted to wrench her hand away, but couldn't. There was no escape now.
The look in his eyes was practically feline, "Excellent."
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