This story is AU with SOME things that remain the same – as per normal with my stories! Everyone still have their 'special abilities', there's still a Stefan-Elena-Damon thing going on, Damon is still Damon. However the Cousins will make an appearance because now that I've included them in my previous stories I can't see Bonnie's life without them! And Bonnie needs good family around her. Also just a warning things may seem a little confusing and out of order when you compare this story to the show, so my advice is don't! haha… Enjoy!

THE WITCH AND HER WOLF

Something was wrong. She could feel it.

Shifting slightly on her queen sized bed; Bonnie Bennett continued to stare at the ceiling, wondering why this feeling refused to go away. She hated it. The feeling of knowing something was not quite right but not knowing whatit was.

She knew it wasn't anything to do with Caroline or Elena. Because although their link was strong, this feeling was almost overwhelming.

And really there were only a few people that could incite this feeling. Her cousins Lucy, Arianna and Callie, because their blood oath as kids had linked all four cousins together where they could sometimes feel what the other was going through or Tyler Lockwood, best friend since they were babies and as of a year ago, boyfriend as well.

Grabbing her cell, she swiped the screen, watching as the picture of her, Caroline and Elena all smiling goofily at the camera became covered by her phone's apps, her thumb quickly touched the small green picture of a phone and then touched 'recent'. Four names dominated her recent calls. Tyler, Stefan, Caroline and Elena. In that order.

Shrugging, Bonnie's thumb hovered over Tyler's name, contemplating whether or not she was over reacting.

She had seen him just a few hours ago, after she had kicked him out of her house so she could get some homework done. Tyler plus a house with no adult supervision and a bed only a few feet away equals Bonnie on her back with one of the hottest men on the planet between her legs.

So she had kicked him out, stubbornly refusing to be taken in by his pout and grumbles. She needed to get her work done, without Tyler and his distracting lips.

Suddenly the phone in her hand vibrated, and the word 'Unknown' flashed across the screen, causing her heart to drop into her stomach. Shit, she really hoped nothing was wrong with either her cousins or Tyler.

"Hello?" she greeted softly, her heart thudding in alarm. She took a deep breath trying to calm the erratic beating of her heart, half of her wishing she had let it ring so that she would be none the wiser.

"Bonnie." The female voice on the other end was familiar. It was high, mature and slightly slurred. Not her cousins, nor Elena or Caroline, but still familiar.

"Yes?"

"Bonnie, it's me, Carol." Carol? Bonnie thought. There was only one Carol that she knew of.

"Mrs. Lockwood?" Bonnie said, surprised, sitting up. Shit, something was wrong with Tyler.

"Bonnie – it's Tyler. He's angry, so angry can – can you come over? Please?" the plea in the older woman's voice had Bonnie's heart thumping again in an alarming rate.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes." She told her, abruptly hanging up the phone. Heart racing she quickly flicked Matt a text, telling him something was up at the Lockwood mansion, but she'd get back to him later.

Throwing the phone on her bed, Bonnie jumped out of bed, her mind racing.

Please let him be alright, please let him be alright.

Fifteen minutes later had Bonnie arriving at the Lockwood mansion to find the local media camping out at the front gates.

Grimacing, Bonnie drove past, glad that they ignored her as they focused their attention on the locked gates and the secrets behind it.

Driving her small Prius around the gated mansion, she pulled up a few houses away, flicked the hood of her jersey up over her head, and made her way to the little known back gates, making sure no one saw her.

Pulling out her keys, she unlocked the gates, slamming it shut and relocking them, before making her way up the back path and to the back door.

Debating on whether to knock or let herself in, Bonnie blinked when the door was pulled open, and Douglas, the Lockwood's longtime butler peered at her, his face solemn.

"Miss Bennett." He greeted softly, his light grey eyes, solemn, lines weathering his face. Douglas had been in her life since – forever. As kids he use to sneak both her and Tyler into the kitchen and feed them up on milk and freshly baked cookies, ordering them sternly not to tell their parents. He had in fact been more a part of her life than her own parents.

"Douglas." She greeted back, giving him a quick hug.

"Come in. I'll get –"

"Thank you Douglas." Bonnie turned and watched as Carol Lockwood made her way towards them, her normally well-groomed appearance slightly disheveled. The smell of alcohol preceded her, causing Douglas to shoot Bonnie an apologetic look.

Bonnie shot him a reassuring smile, knowing that she could handle a slightly inebriated Carol Lockwood. It was a stone cold sober one Bonnie didn't like dealing with.

"Ma'am, Miss Bennett." The man bowed, leaving the two women.

Bonnie watched as he left, before turning to the Lockwood matriarch. She looked – older somehow. As if the weight of the world were on her petite little shoulders. Her normally coiffed sun-streaked hair was limp, her clothes were wrinkled as if she had slept in them and tiny lines of wrinkles appeared more prominent around her eyes.

Frowning with concern Bonnie took a step towards her.

"Aunt C, what –"

Carol blinked, a wane smile crossing her attractive features.

"You haven't called me that in years." She commented, reaching out a hand to Bonnie.

Confused Bonnie took the offered hand, her green eyes slightly worried. She hadn't called her that in years because they had drifted apart.

When Bonnie had been younger, her parents and the Lockwood's had been close. Best friends even. Bonnie could always be found at the Lockwood mansion, playing with Tyler, or Tyler could be found trailing after Bonnie. Going from her house, to her Gram's house back to the mansion.

But something had happened when they were kids to cause a rift between the parents. And even though Tyler and Bonnie had remained extremely close their parents not so much.

Although the Lockwood's had still been there for her more than her own parents. Her mom skipped out on her when she was barely five and it felt as if her father had checked out at the same time. He came back to visit, make sure Bonnie was okay and then disappear again for weeks on end, leaving Bonnie by herself.

"What's happened? Where's Ty?" Bonnie asked, worried.

"Lil Bit –" Bonnie's brows rose at the nickname. Carol Lockwood hadn't called her that since she was eight years old. "Richard – he's – "Carol turned her head, pain flickering over her weary face. "Your Uncle Richard died this morning. He was in the plane that crashed over the Atlantic. The one with no survivors."

Bonnie blinked, shock blindsiding her. She barely registered Carol saying Your Uncle Richard. Instead she stared at the older woman, almost paralyzed.

Despite what the state of her parent's relationship with Richard Lockwood, he had still been an integral part of her childhood. He had still had a hand in her upbringing, knowing that he was the reason why, she still had her Gram's house and was able to live alone without adult supervision.

"I – "she stopped unsure of what to say. Looking at the woman in front of her, Bonnie did the only thing she could.

Stepping forward she wrapped her arms around her, feeling the initial resistance before the older woman broke down, wrapping her arms around Bonnie and hugging her tightly. Tears refused to come, but the comfort that was offered was welcomed.

"I'm sorry." Carol said softly, taking a deep breath and stepping away from Bonnie. "I called you because of Tyler. He's – not taking it well." She glanced toward the ceiling, her face worried. "He's been holed up in his room since we found out an hour ago. He won't let anyone in, and he's angry –"the way she said angry had Bonnie's brows dipping. " – so angry. I think his – 'condition' –"Bonnie supposed the fact that her son has the ability to turn into a big scary wolf every full moon even though his curse had yet to be activated, could be called a 'condition'. " – is making him out of control. The sounds coming from his room is like he's destroying it. Bonnie, please. You're the only one who he allows near him when he's like this." She pleaded.

"Of course." Bonnie told her, squeezing her hand. "I'll go now."

A relieved smile crossed the older woman's face, before she re-gathered her scattered emotions and nudged her towards the back stairs.

"Bonnie?" Carol said softly as Bonnie gave her one last hug. "Thank you." She finished.

Nodding Bonnie took the stairs two at a time, making her way to the second floor that housed Tyler's room.

She came to a stop, noticing Tyler's uncle sitting at the door outside his room. His head resting against the door as the storm raged inside his nephew's room. The sounds of crashing furniture, low animal-like growls and smashing glass could be heard, causing the man on the floor to grimace.

"Mason." She greeted, watching as he unfolded his long body from the floor, a welcoming smile crossing his handsome face. Stepping towards her, he folded her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. The familiar smell of him washed over her, calming her slightly frazzled nerves.

There was a time when Elena and Caroline had the biggest crushes on Tyler's uncle. Older, sexy with an easy-going charm, Bonnie could easily see why. Blue green eyes that seem to pierce right through you, brown curls that could temp a woman to run her fingers through them, and a smile that caught your attention, Mason was definitely hot.

But to her Mason was just – Mason. The closest thing she had to an older brother.

"Lil Bit." He greeted, causing Bonnie to roll her eyes at the nickname he had given her as a child.

"It's because you're so frickin little." He had told her when she had complained about the name. "It's like I hafta check where I walk just in case I step on you." He had laughed, ignoring her irritated pout.

Something big crashed against the wall, causing Bonnie to jump. Worry crossed over Mason's face as he stared down at her.

"Maybe now's not the right time, Lil Bit." He told her, rubbing a large hand up and down her back.

"Mase, its fine. He won't hurt me." She reassured him.

Mason took a step back, face intent.

"He may not want to hurt you, Lil Bit, but he's not in control. If he hurts you, it might tip him over the edge. That edge is not a very good place, Boo." Another nickname he had given her when she was a kid. A nickname that only he and Tyler ever got away with calling her.

Reaching out she grabbed the older man's hand, smiling.

"I'll be fine, Uncle Mason." She teased, reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek.

Scowling at the 'Uncle' title he nodded, allowing her past him to the door. Taking a deep breath, Bonnie readied herself, before twisting the handle of Tyler's bedroom door.

Opening it she stepped through, her face serene as she took in the devastation around her.

Shit, this was bad.

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The scent of her skin penetrated through the rage and the grief, causing the wolf inside him to pause, lift his head and sniff at the air.

Body humming with rage, Tyler lifted the broken chair and threw it across the room, everything inside of him coming to a stop as he watched the chair, as if it were in slow motion, fly directly for her. His wolf snarling in anger, Tyler watched horrified as the chair hurtled towards Bonnie, only to have her lift her hand, whisper something and then deflect the chair away from her, a small smile on her face.

"Bonnie." Her name came out guttural, almost animal-like as he sped towards her, snatched her up into his arms and buried his face in her neck. The scent of cocoa butter and vanilla drifted over him, brushing him with invisible fingers over his skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

Tyler whimpered, his teeth scraping at the pulse in her neck, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind it.

Strong, slim arms wrapped around his shoulders, causing his whole body to shudder, as he stood there, in the middle of his destroyed room, wrapped around one small little witch, wishing he could just crawl inside her body and just hide there. Away from the pain, the anger and the regrets.

A small sound came from the door, and Tyler lifted his head, his eyes flashing amber as he saw his uncle's frame fill the doorway. Reaching out he slammed the door in Mason's face, shutting him and Bonnie in and the rest of the world out.

Slipping his hands down her back, to her hips and framing her thighs, Tyler lifted her easily, urging her legs around his waist, he turned to walk towards his bed, probably the only thing in his room he hadn't destroyed.

Sitting on the bed, with her on his lap, Tyler felt his wolf almost preen at the attention. He felt – calmer. More centered. The rage that had been burning inside of him before was now at a slow simmer, making his thought process clearer.

It had always been like this. When they were younger, and Tyler would go into fits of rage, Bonnie seemed to be the only one who could calm him. The only one he would allow near him. The only one he wouldn't try to hurt.

Bonnie leaned back, green eyes dark with worry as she traced a line from his forehead to his cheek. Sighing, he turned his face to place a kiss against her palm.

"Talk to me." She said softly.

Pain flickered across his face as he continued to stare into those calming green eyes. Slowly he propped himself up against the headboard on his bed, bringing Bonnie with him.

"The last words I said to him were "And you wonder why I hate you." He told her softly, his hands framing her waist. "We were fighting about – shit I don't know what. We were just fighting. He said – something that got me seeing red and it just came out. My last words to my father were 'I hate you', Bon and I – I can't take that back." He whispered almost tortured.

Tyler's relationship with his father had always been temperamental. Richard Lockwood was a hard task maker with extremely high standards. Standards that Tyler hardly ever met. The only thing Tyler never failed at was football, but even then it seemed as if he could never please his father.

"Ty." Bonnie said, her thumbs brushing over the arch of his brow.

"He told me that I was a disappointment to him, Bon, that the only thing getting me through school was my last name and you. How can you love someone so much and hate them just as much at the same time?" he asked her, anguished.

"I don't know, Ty." She said softly, resting her upper body against his. Her left arm wrapped around him tightly, her side tucked into the front of his body, her forehead buried into the crevice of his neck. "But what I do know is that despite the drama that is yours and your father's relationship, he did love you."

"But did he respect me?" Tyler asked her, wrapping his arms securely around her body, and rubbing his chin against her hair. "Did he look at me and say that's my son."

Bonnie sighed rubbing his chest with her free hand.

"I'm sorry, Ty." She whispered knowing the hurt he must be going through.

"Thank you, for coming." He murmured against her temple.

"You doubt my best friend slash girl friend status?" Bonnie asked him archly, smiling up at his face.

They had been best friends since they were in diapers. Tyler had never known his life without Bonnie and never wanted to know his life without Bonnie.

But it wasn't until recently they had decided to take their relationship to that next level. Still best friends with the added title of girl / boy friend added into the mix.

Most would think that moving from the friend's category to the couple category would have been awkward. But Tyler found it pretty much the same with the added benefit of kissing and touching Bonnie whenever the hell he wanted.

Amusement flickered over his handsome features as he gave a reluctant smile.

"Never." He said with mock graveness. "Forgive me oh greatest friend there ever was."

Rolling her eyes at his teasing, Bonnie snuggled closer breathing in his scent. Like his Uncle's, Tyler's scent was calming, familiar. Blanketing her like a safe haven. It was something that growing up, she always found solace in, when things went wrong. She regularly filched Tyler's shirts, so she could feel safe when she slept at night and he wasn't there, wrapped in his scent, keeping the nightmares that continued to plague her, at bay.

Nightmares that he didn't even know about.

When Grams had died, Tyler had been there for her. He had been the one to pull her back from the brink and force her into the land of the living. He had been the one to whisk her off to Mason's Miami condo and to help her start living again.

Even Mason had put his life on hold for her. As soon as he had heard Grams had passed away, he had caught the first flight back to Mystic Falls and had been the one to organize everything. The funeral, the wake, everything. And then joined them in Miami, making sure both teenagers were okay. Her father had rolled into town the day of the funeral and left the same day.

The tension that had been humming through his body slowly ebbed away, causing him to relax against her completely. Linking their fingers together, Bonnie rubbed her thumb along the side of his, her nail scraping him gently. Listening as his heartbeat slowed and his breathing deepened she looked up to find him sleeping.

He really was so beautiful to look at. He looked like some fallen dark-angel. Mid-night black hair, lightly tanned skin stretched over high-cheekbones, and sinfully long lashes that would literally make a woman weep with jealousy. His nose was slightly crooked, broken a time or two thanks to his infamous temper, but his lips. Damn she could honestly spend hours just getting to know those lips. Have spent hours getting to know those lips.

Tyler was what Grams said Mason was. A tall drink on water on a hot summer's day. He was her best friend. Closer than even Elena and Caroline, they shared a connection that at times could be overwhelming. Ever since they were little, Bonnie could always tell what he was feeling. She could always tell when he had a fight with his father, or when he had an argument with his mother.

She could also always tell when he was content. And that was usually when they were hanging out at Gram's kitchen, scarfing down her home baked goods, while listening to her go on and on about her younger days. Or when it was just her and him hanging out, doing nothing, just spending time in each other's presence.

Smiling, Bonnie eased herself out of his arms, yelping when his arms tightened and he hauled her back into his side.

"Where you going?" he mumbled, burying his face in her hair. Rolling her eyes she planted her hands against his chest and pushed, only to collapse ungracefully against him when he pouted and tugged her back into his arms.

"Tyler" she huffed, trying to push away from him.

Tyler jutted his chin stubbornly, shaking his head.

"Stay." He told her firmly.

"I just need to –"

"Stay." Now that was an order. Something she normally ignored, but realized now wasn't the best time to make a fuss about it.

Huffing and rolling her eyes, Bonnie muttered under her breath as she toed off her shoes. Tugging herself out of his arms, she awkwardly pulled her hoodie over her head, Tyler's arms still not letting her go fully. Reaching out she grabbed the massive duvet from the floor, happy that it wasn't totally ripped to pieces and threw it over them, settling in against his side again.

Tyler wrapped his arms around her, pulling her so she draped over him.

"This can't be comfortable." She told him dryly.

"It is for me." He told her, before burying his face back in her hair and drifting back to sleep.

Shaking her head Bonnie smiled, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat before she too drifted off, wondering what the hell these next few days was going to have in store for them.

So what do you think? It might be a slow start before anything 'meaty' comes in to play, so please read a review.