A/N: Enjoy :)
Bonnie sits quietly in Damon's room, seated on his plush master bed.
She doesn't know how her legs carried her here, but she doesn't care. All she knows is that when she sees him, she'll kill him. End him.
As she sits in his rather comfortable bed, she thinks of ways to creatively end the eldest Salvatore's life.
There's always fire.
Bonnie's lips curve into something that can't possibly be registered as a smile; it's more sinister than that. She remembers the last time she set him on fire, the delicious sound of his screaming was sweet music to her ears. She remembers the power she felt watching his ivory skin turn into an ugly burnt ebony.
"Bonnie! Bonnie stop!" the previous grin on her caramel face immediately disappears when she thinks of her. The long haired wench who annoyingly put a stop to Damon's torture. She can't even say the doppelgänger's name out loud with tasting a putrid bitterness in her mouth.
Maybe I'll kill her too. Bonnie frowns at the devious thought. No, she couldn't do that. It would ruin everything she had in store for the newborn vampire.
Bonnie scoffs, liking Elena just a bit more when she was human; but even then she was a selfish, ungrateful, hypocritical and completely naive best friend.
Tears began to brim her dark minty eyes and the witch scolds herself for being so easily brought down. She won't let either of them control her anymore. She won't let anybody control her ever again.
Slam!
Bonnie perks up upon hearing the door slam from downstairs.
He's here.
She tucks a strand of her blade straight hair behind her ear and quietly clears her throat. She can't help but feel a rush of excitement and terror wash over her. She's about to kill Damon Salvatore. The man who ruthlessly killed her mother, the man responsible for her Gram's death, the man who treated someone Bonnie valued as a sister as a sex toy and blood bag…the fact that Elena would sleep with him, knowing all of this was what really hurt the Bennet witch.
They were supposed to be friends, best friends, but like always, someone always came first, someone else's needs were always put before hers, always more important.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, drawing blood, hoping the smell would make the Salvatore notice.
"Elena?" she hears his husky voice call. She rolls her emerald eyes. Of course he would expect her to be here.
She says nothing though, and waits for his arrival.
He doesn't come up right away, her ears pick up the sound of glass clinking; he must be pouring himself a drink. He's even humming as he does so.
You'd better enjoy your last drink, she thinks to herself. Even now, I'lll show a little mercy.
His humming gets a little louder and she knows he's on the steps now. Taking his sweet fucking time but Bonnie is a patient girl.
His humming is…quite beautiful Bonnie has to admit. She never guessed him to be the musical type.
The footsteps and humming stop all together when both supernaturals hear a phone ring.
She hears Damon suck his teeth as he answers his phone previously buried in his pocket.
"What Stefan?" he nearly barks. Bonnie stiffens, doing her best to remain still.
"Yup," he answers in a bored voice.
"Alright Stefan," he mumbles growing aggravated.
"I'm at the house. Yup. Okay. Bye." He ends the call and continues walking up the steps.
Bonnie gathers that Stefan doesn't know about his brother and Elena…that or he loves his brother too much too care. Typical Stefan.
There's a sudden pause, then his footsteps grow slower.
He knows someone's here.
Bonnie straightens up. This is it.
He's in the door in an instant, dark veins spread from his eyes, pearly fangs protruding from his gums.
It doesn't scare her.
Once he sees it's only Bonnie, the Salvatore relaxes, his face returning to normal.
"Jesus Bonnie. What the hell are you doing here?"
His icy blue orbs narrow when she doesn't respond, only stares back at him passively.
He raises his brow in curiosity before setting his drink on the dresser near him.
"Bonnie?" he asks softly, noticing something's wrong. "You under some spell or something?"
Still the witch is silent.
Damon rolls his eyes in annoyance. He doesn't like being ignored.
"What the fuck do you want Bonnie?"
That triggers a response.
Just as soon as the words fly out his mouth, he's on the floor writhing in pain.
"I want you dead," she says simply, her voice void of any emotions.
He groans in agony yet his face is still filled with confusion.
"What…what are you doing?" he growls clutching the sides of his head. It's like a million needles piercing his brain all at once.
Bonnie rises from her position, circling the vampire crumbled at her feet.
"I'm giving you an aneurysm," she says as if it's obvious.
His growls turn into screams when she intensifies the pain to his skull.
He tries feebly to grab her ankle but she merely kicks his hand.
"You're wasting your efforts," she says in a sing-song voice.
His once handsome face is twisted up in pain and torture. Good.
"Look at me," she demands, her voice filled with power.
His eyes are tightly closed from the pain she's delivering to him with only pisses Bonnie off even more.
"I said look at me you fucking pig!" Her outbursts causing fire to bursts from her fingertips. She takes her hand engulfed in bright orange flames, and presses it against his cheek.
"FUCK!" he hollers.
"Look at me," she repeats in a colder tone. His bluish crystal eyes reluctantly lift to meet her now blazing lime ones.
"You are nothing but a cold hearted monster. A twisted son of a bitch. You don't deserve anything you've got right now. Not your brother, not Elena's love, not even your life."
Damon twitches at the last statement.
"Bonnie," he whispers in between groans.
"No. I think it's time I did the world a favor."
Before Damon can defend himself, he literally feels his blood begin to boil. The witch is setting him on fire.
He thrashes around frantically trying to put out the flames, but they only grow stronger.
"Oh, does it hurt?" she asks quietly. She raises her arms, sending a strong gust of wind to his burning body.
The flames go out and he's barely recognizable now.
His once smooth skin is cracked and charred. Bright red blisters cover about half his body, he only has a few tuffs of raven colored hair upon his raw head. It's disgusting, and his disfigured appearance gives Bonnie an idea even better than death.
Silently yet audibly, she begins chanting in Latin.
"I'm not healing," he breathes through a scratchy voice. "What…what did you…what are you doing to me?" He feels pain everywhere. Every attempt he makes at moving earns him even more of it.
But it's his skin that he really notices. The raw blisters aren't healing.
She starts chanting louder, her hair whips around her face.
"Stop!" he howls. His skin grows even more cracked and bleeding.
Bonnie stops, catching her breath.
The pain Damon experienced has vanished, but his horrible damaged skin remains unhealed.
"Instead of killing you," she says in English. "I'll just kill your appearance. You'll look exactly the way you do inside out. The hideous disgusting monster that you are."
"No!" Damon tries lunging at her but with a wave of her hand, he's flung against the wall. He lands with a thud and Bonnie shakes her head.
"Sometimes I feel sorry for you." She gives him one last aneurysm, enjoying the sound of his pain, before fleeing.
She needs to get out of Mystic Falls as fast as she can.
… … …
A teleportation spells grants Bonnie to her house where she hurriedly packs her suitcase with clothes, jewelry and her grimoire. She grabs her phone off her desk and tucks it in her back pocket.
No doubt the youngest Salvatore would be home to discover what had happened to his older brother.
She didn't need to stick around for that, nor did she plan to after the way she'd been treated these past few years.
She shoves her bags and such into the trunk of her SUV before hoping in the drivers seat.
"Good bye Mystic Falls," she whispers silently.
She starts the engine and speeds out of town like a bat out of hell
A/N: Well! I feel like I rushed that ending, but hey, it's decent right? PLEASE leave a review on what you think! Until next time!