A/N Story follows a couple months after 6x17. The timeline is a little different to the one in TVD + some events from earlier seasons are included in the story. Grams is still alive (meaning that another one of Bonnie's relatives on the other side, who knew about Kai's prison world, created the loophole for her). Enjoy!

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

"The blond one is Lizzie and the brunette one is Josie." Bonnie said as she showed Grams a photo of Jo and Alaric's twin daughters.

"It's strange to think of Josette all grown up with children of her own." Grams replied.

"Yeah, they're an adorable family. Liv took this photo on Christmas morning. Josie couldn't stop smiling that day."

Bonnie had always felt a deeper connection to Josie. With her dark hair and cobalt eyes she looked just like Jo - just like Kai. Bonnie tried to expel the thought of Kai from her mind. She had to believe that leaving him in 1903 was the right thing to do. He was a monster. He deserved it. As Bonnie spent more time babysitting the siphon twins, she found herself imagining what Kai's childhood as a siphon must have been like. Bonnie dismissed those thoughts quickly. She couldn't afford to think like that anymore. The old Bonnie might have been able to forgive Kai, but she was not that person anymore. She gently fingered the scar under her breast. He was a monster. He deserved it.

"What's troubling you, child?"

"It's nothing, Grams."

Sheila raised her eyebrows at Bonnie, urging her to continue. Bonnie sighed.

"I feel like I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore."

"Is this about what happened with Malachai Parker?"

Bonnie nodded.

"You don't believe people can change?" Grams asked.

"Sure people can, but Kai Parker? Hell no."

"Malachai wasn't always the monster you know him to be. Joshua made him what he is."

"Right, I forgot you always did have a soft spot for him, or at least that's what Jo says."

"I took an interest in him because no one else did. Bonnie, don't be too hard on yourself. After what you went through in the prison world no one can blame you for what you did."

"Thanks Grams." Bonnie yawned. "I think I'm gonna take a shower and then get some sleep."

"One more thing Bonnie; did you get rid of the ascendant yet?"

"Oh shit. I completely forgot."

"Remember what I told you Bonnie. We can't let the ascendant fall into the wrong hands."

Bonnie nodded and then started to climb the stairs to her bedroom.

"And watch your language under my roof, child."

Bonnie cracked a small smile. She relished the familiarity of being back in Grams' house. She wanted a break from Whitmore and the past week she spent with Grams was exactly what she needed.

Bonnie glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror before entering the shower. The scar under her breast had turned maroon in colour. Bonnie hummed softly as the water ran over her body. She loved cold showers. They provided her with a sense of coolness of the water made her scar tingle. She tried to remember the look on Kai's face as he drove the knife into her, but all she could think about was Kai in that black coat, trying to apologise. Even with the harsh lighting in the club, he was dangerously beautiful. Intimidatingly tall with deep eyes and plump lips. Despite the iciness of the water, Bonnie felt heat rising in her core. She gently thumbed her erect nipple. Her other hand crept slowly down her stomach, and towards her sensitive nub. Her nimble fingers worked quickly. Bonnie's legs began to tremble and she heard Kai's voice in her head. Naughty girl. With eyes closed and lips parted in a silent moan, she brought herself to sweet release.

The next morning Bonnie woke up with a sinking feeling in her gut. It was time for her to return to the supernatural shitstorm that was her life. Before Bonnie could leave, Grams called after her "Destroy the ascendant Bonnie. It's more dangerous than you realise." On the drive back to Whitmore Bonnie was consumed by guilt. She turned on the radio and settled on the oldies station that was playing hits from the 90s. Growing up she was always sweet little Bonnie Bennett, Sheila's good-natured granddaughter who could do no wrong, but something had changed. All the time she spent with vampires had blurred Bonnie's sense of morality. She tried to distract herself by humming along to the radio. Two Princes by the Spin Doctors was playing and her thoughts drifted to Kai. She couldn't help but wonder why he hated that song so much.

Bonnie felt relieved to return to an empty dorm room at Whitmore. She was still a little tense around Caroline and Elena. Ever since Bonnie got back from the prison world she had felt disconnected from her friends and her life in Mystic Falls. It seemed as if they had all continued their lives without her; as if her absence wasn't significant at all. Their feeble attempt to rescue her from the prison world was less about Bonnie and more about Damon and Elena's relationship. She still couldn't believe that Kai Parker was responsible for saving her life on her birthday. She didn't want to believe it, but Jeremy said that was what happened and Jeremy wouldn't lie to her. She hated that she could still feel sympathy for Kai even after all the terrible things he did, but she was Bonnie Bennett after all. She always looked for the good in people; even in murderous sociopaths. Her best friend was Damon Salvatore; case in point.

Bonnie reached under her bed and pulled out a hardcover copy of Wuthering Heights. She had hollowed out the pages to make a sort of secret box and used it to hide the ascendant. Bonnie hated keeping secrets from Grams, but she couldn't help herself. She liked having the ascendant. It reminded her of everything she had been through. It reminded her of her power. Bonnie couldn't bring herself to destroy the ascendant. She couldn't destroy the only thing that could save him.