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Bonnie Bennett sat on the new couch, in the new living room of her new house. She looked around the strange room too lost in thought to really take in her surroundings. Her father had completely changed since she told him everything a few weeks ago. She had to talk with someone; she couldn't count on Elena, especially when most of her problems revolve around her. So, she told everything to her father, well almost everything. She talked about the Salvatores, the vampires, the werewolves, Klaus and the circumstances of her grandmother death.
She cried in his arms like a baby that night. She told him that she owned a hundred witches' power but that she lost it all. She feels useless without her power. She can't help her friends when they needed her and she's afraid that she will lose them too; that they'll look for another witch who is useful, and that they will have no time for her.
Her father had surprised her when he bought this house a few days ago and left his job. He told her that they'll start a new life. The strangest thing was that he said he would try to help her to get back her powers. Bonnie was surprised. Her father never wanted anything to do with, let alone hear about her witch heritage; but now suddenly he was interested in her magic. It was kind of scary but good; Scary because it wasn't like him and good because Bonnie never felt this close to him. Finally they were father and daughter again.
"Baby girl?"
Bonnie smiled when she heard her father's voice from the doorway.
"I'm in the living room, dad." She called out, making sure to remove her feet from the coffee table where they had been propped.
She heard footsteps and after a short moment she saw her father whose eyes were lit up with excitement. Michael Bennett was a tall, muscular, good-looking man with short black hair and glasses. He looked could easily pass for a young professor at an elite university.
"Hey, baby." Her father greeted.
He smiled at her and Bonnie could see that he wanted to tell her something.
"Okay dad, what happened?" She asked fearing the worst.
She leaned back trying to relax and propped her feet up on the table again.
Michael grinned and playfully ruffled her hair, like he used to when she was a little girl.
"Feet off the table." He reprimanded without anger, for he was in far too good of a mood to truly be annoyed with the abuse of his furniture.
Bonnie sighed but did as she was told and planted her feet back on the floor.
"So?" She prompted with a raised brow.
His smile returned and he looked at her with excitement in his hazel colored eyes.
"I met someone who can help us. She told me that not only is she able to get you your power back, but she also knows a way to give me power as well."
"You? You want to use magic?" Bonnie looked at him with wide eyes, her father looked very excited, almost... maniacally so.
"Of course, baby. Just imagine how strong we'll be!"
Bonnie stood up and looked at her father, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Dad, you're scaring me."
It was one thing for him to accept her witch heritage, but for as long as she could remember he didn't want anything to do with magic, and now suddenly he wanted to use it?
Michael laughed and caressed her arm reassuringly.
"And who is the she?" Bonnie asked, almost afraid of the answer.
This whole thing seemed strange, especially the fact that a man who only accepted that the world was full of supernatural beings a couple of days ago had already found someone to help her.
Or maybe they had found her father… a small voice whispered within her.
She fought the urge to shudder and looked back at her father just as he began to reply.
"Don't be frightened... she's a vampire. She's very kind. Her name is Katherine. She will be here soon." Michael said as he looked at his watch.
Bonnie gasped and pulled out her phone with shaking hands.
"You invite Katherine?" She asked huskily and started to type a text. "We have to go right now!" She said in panic and sent the message to the one person she knew could help them.
* I need your help. Katherine is on the way here.*
"But baby, she'll give back your power!" Michael tried to reason, he grabbed Bonnie's arm to keep her still.
"No, she won't! She isn't good; I told you that most vampires' only use witches! That they don't help us!" Bonnie cried out in a state of panic.
She pulled her arm from her father's grip.
"Bonnie, she can give us real power! You told me that you want your power back!"
Bonnie looked at her father; his maniacal gaze really scared her. She took his hand and calmly looked into his eyes, her green eyes begging him to see reason.
"Not like this, she's dangerous. We have to go!"
A knock sounded on the door and she knew it was too late to leave. Michael let go of Bonnie's hand and rushed to answer the door.
"Dad, no!" Bonnie cried. If he had heard her he didn't show it, and she heard as he invited the girl into the house.
She ran to the front door and halted immediately. The woman, at the front door, wasn't Katherine. She was pretty and tall. Her light brown, long hair fell in perfect waves. She smiled kindly at Michael and shook his hand.
Despite the woman's kind smile Bonnie knew that she was in trouble. She also knew that, she was helpless without her power. This vampire also knew this. Her only choice was to play along and conceal her fears and hope that Damon had read her message.
That was the point, when Bonnie Bennett's nightmare began...
Michael escorted the woman into the living room and they sat on the couch. Bonnie sat besides her all the while trying to think of a way out of this.
Damon should be here soon. She thought.
"So you say that you can get my daughter's power back?" Michael asked.
"Sure. She will be more even more powerful than before." She smiled and looked at Bonnie.
Bonnie shuddered underneath the vampire's scrutiny but she forced a smile. The woman turned back to her father.
"That is after we conclude a little deal, of course." She said with a chilling smile.
Bonnie glanced toward the table where a fork was. She knew that there wasn't much time. Where is Damon? She thought as the tension built up in the room.
"A deal?" Michael raised an eyebrow, "What kind of deal?"
"You give to us your daughter." she replied simply, "She will be our witch."
Michael's eyes widened.
"I will never give you Bonnie!" he said incredulously.
"You don't have a choice.I can take her nicely or by force." The vampire said coldly.
"I will never give you my daughter!" Michael repeated, this time his voice was laced with pure fury and stood up prepared to protect Bonnie in any way he could.
"Alright then, I tried to be nice." She growled.
There was no more time to waste. Bonnie grabbed the fork and stabbed into the vampire's neck as hard as she could.
"Bonnie!" Michael shouted.
"Your little daughter knows that blood is needed to make a deal." She said laughing as she pulled out the fork. She tossed it aside and stood up.
"A lot of blood." She growled, "But not mine." She added with a manic smile
Her face became that of her true nature; a vampire, as she grabbed Michael by his throat.
"Dad!" Bonnie cried out.
She tried to attack the vampire but was thrown against the wall.
Her head collided with the plaster so hard that she saw stars, and then darkness consumed her as she passed out.
…..
Damon arrived to Bonnie's house a half hour after he had received her message. He heard the tale tell sounds of a struggle coming from inside the house. He also heard Bonnie's father as he called Bonnie's name. He rushed to the door, opened it and immediately hit an invisible barrier as he tried to enter the Bennett home.
"Bonnie!" He cried out helplessly.
…
Bonnie slowly opened her eyes. She heard the two voices that shouted her name. She ignored the throbbing of her injured head and sat up, her eyes seeking her father. When she found him the vampires' fangs were buried in his neck sucking his blood.
"Let him go!" Bonnie shouted as she struggled to stand up. Her nose was bleeding and her legs were shaky and threatened to give out at any moment.
….
Damon heard Bonnie's voice and angrily punched the barrier that wouldn't allow him to cross the threshold. He had to get in!
"Bonnie!" he shouted again. He tried to cross the thresh hold once more and this time the barrier was gone. "Oh no."
He knew that the fact that he was able to get in without an invitation could only mean one thing; he was too late.
"Dad!" Bonnie screamed, it was a broken scream only confirming what he had known seconds before.
Damon rushed into the living room, grabbed the vampire and broke her neck. Bonnie hurried to her father and hugged his limp form.
"No!" she sobbed as she clung to him desperately.
Damon walked over to her but remained silent. When Bonnie saw him, she let her father go and stood up. She was shaking with anger and her green eyes were narrowed into a glare directed at him.
"Where were you? This is your fault! I have always helped you, Damon! The one time I asked you for your help you couldn't help me? I know I'm not Elena; but I have never asked for anything from you! Only now! What were you doing that was so important, huh? Having fun with some chick, right?" Bonnie shouted in fury.
She was being irrational, and though part of her knew that it truly wasn't his fault that her father was dead, she was too blinded by anger and hurt to think straight.
"Why did you call me? Why not Stefan? Why me? - Damon shouted back.
"Because I was stupid! Because I thought that maybe you weren't that heartless beast anymore!"
Damon's face twitched but he didn't say anything.
"Go to Elena, Caroline or whatever. I'll take care of this." He said as looked at Michael's body.
"This is my father!" Bonnie hissed. Damon looked at her, his face conveying no emotion.
"He was." Damon corrected.
Bonnie slapped him hard and looked at him in disgust. Damon was lucky that she had lost her power. She would have had him dropping to his knees clutching his head in pain if she still had them.
"Listen, I killed that bitch and I saved your life. What else do you want from me?" He asked impatiently.
He never expected the answer he received from Bonnie.
"Turn me." Bonnie looked at him her eyes watery but her voice was firm and determined.
"What?" Damon asked, for he thought he had heard wrong.
"Turn me into a vampire." She said, "I'm not a witch anymore, and I want to be strong. Turn me." Her bottom lip trembled as she fought to keep her voice strong.
Damon took a step toward her and looked into her eyes.
"I won't turn you." He said simply.
"Why?" she asked frustrated, "You love to play with people. Here I am. Turn me!"
"I won't turn you." Damon growled.
"Why? Am I not good enough for your taste? Give me your blood!" She demanded.
"No." Damon said shortly.
Bonnie walked to the kitchen. When she came back, there was a big knife in her hand. She held the knife pointed straight at her stomach and looked at Damon.
"Give me your blood!"
"No."
"You have to if you do not want me die." Bonnie gripped the knife tighter staring at Damon who looked calm.
"And if I won't?"
"Elena will never forgive if you let me die." She said.
When he made no move she raised the knife fully prepared to stab herself.
Just before the metal could touch her skin, Damon grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. His icy eyes flashed with an unknown emotion.
"Turn me, Damon. Please." She begged, her voice no longer stable.
"No."
"I hate you." Bonnie cried weakly.
She tried to escape but Damon tightened his grip on her making her attempts feeble.
"You can hate me but I won't ruin your life." Damon growled very in anger as he looked deeply into her eyes. "And now, sleep."
As he compelled her, Bonnie collapsed and Damon took her into his arms.