Breaking The Bond

Chapter 1- What The Bond?

Bonnie's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of Elena crying- again. Ever since Stefan had left with Klaus, she'd fallen into a depression, though she'd never admit it to anyone. She didn't want their pity. That was what she'd said after her parents died and she masked her grief with perkiness. She, wanting to appear strong, had pretended that losing her Dad, Aunt and boyfriend in relatively the same time epoch, was nothing. She kept on a strong mask but at night, she let it go and let all her feelings out.

She'd been staying at my house for the past few weeks because I couldn't bear to let her stay at her own house with only Jeremy and Alaric for company. They were barely dealing with Jenna's death as it was. They were still trying to battle their inner demons and I couldn't leave her with them. Not when she was, unbeknownst to anyone except for myself and Caroline, barely holding on.

I couldn't let her stay at the Salvatore Boarding house as well. Damon had taken up his previous hobbies of drinking and sleeping with a million women at once. At first, Elena had turned to him in her times of need but Damon quickly grew tired of her antics and left her to cry which was of course where I came in. I knew that Damon missed his brother and was afraid that Elena would make him upset too. Even though Damon would never admit it, Stefan's departure had taken a toll on him too.

I got out of bed, and padded towards the guest room where Elena was staying. Dad was out of town, again, so there was nobody else home. She was sitting up in bed, holding a photograph in her sweaty hands, tears spilling out of her brown eyes and onto the frame she was holding. I sat down next to her and she climbed into my arms and rested her head on my shoulder. Then she just wept.

I held her, whispering to her that everything was going to be okay and that Stefan would be back, but as always, that only made her cry more.

"I miss him. Why did he have to go?" She wept, and I handed her tissues from on the bedside table where I'd put a giant box of Kleenex entirely for this purpose.

"He went to save Damon, did you forget? That was Klaus's deal," I reminded her, gently, as she wiped her eyes and then closed them for a second.

"I hate Klaus," Elena muttered bitterly, just as she always did.

"Join the club," I joked, but she didn't even crack a smile. She just buried her head in my shoulder and went on crying.

"Stefan always saved us. He's like freaking superman. Why didn't Damon go save him? Why didn't he rescue him? Why didn't anyone rescue him?" Elena complained, her mind going a million miles per second.

"Damon… isn't in the condition to go save anyone. He needs saving himself," I said, subconsciously defending Damon for some reason I could not figure out.

"I want to go save him, Bon. Will you come with me?" Elena asked, her brown eyes wide and honest.

"You can't go, Elena. Jeremy needs you with him. He needs your support and so do Alaric and Damon," I reminded her.

Elena sighed, "I need Stefan. I miss Stefan. Stefaaaaan," She whined, before she sniffed a couple of times and closed her eyes. She started breathing in and out and that was when I knew she'd fallen asleep again. A small smile graced her lips and I knew she was probably thinking of her Superman, except I didn't know if Stefan was the same person anymore.

There had been more attacks in the area, all being called 'animal attacks' but I knew secretly that they were of Stefan and Klaus's doings. They were villages that were mass massacred that no animal could take on. I knew it was them, and so did Damon. That was why he tried to bury his sorrows. There was no way to escape from them. His brother had been turned into a monster. A bigger monster than he had ever been. Sweet Superman Stefan had become the villain, all because of Klaus, the stupid hybrid Original.

I gently placed Elena on her pillow, and tucked her in. She moaned a little then leaned back on her tear stained pillow, her long brown hair fanning out on either side of her. She tucked her hands under her head and I smiled a little at her naïveté. Sleeping, she was still the little girl who was my best friend and whose biggest fear was being punished by her Dad for not doing her homework or something.

I felt pleasure flood through me and for a second, I felt invincible. Then I crashed back down to reality. Lately, I'd started experiencing strange feelings sometimes. Feelings that weren't my own. It was unnerving and happened a few times every day. Sometimes I'd feel extreme joy, then it would be rage and rarely, I'd feel sorrow and some regret. I tied these feelings to the spell I did to save Jeremy; they must have had some side effects on me too.

I started out of the room, keeping the door open so that in case she'd cry again. I walked back to my room and sat down on the bed, sighing and staring out of the window. I didn't know how long I would be able to handle this. Elena was getting worse and not better with every passing day with Stefan's absence, Jeremy had started to see his exes as a result of my spell with the help of my ancestors, Alaric was still grieving Jenna's death, Caroline was fighting her way through a love triangle with a werewolf and a human guy she still had feelings for and Damon was drowning his sorrows in alcohol and scantily clad women. I was the only sane one left. Klaus had come to Mystic Falls, let all hell loose and then left as quickly as he'd come.

I feared his return at a time like this. When we were so vulnerable and not ready to fight. But I knew he wouldn't risk bringing Stefan here. Stefan might see us and find that what he's doing is morally incorrect. That was, if the 'ripper' had any morals at all. We needed Stefan for things to get back to normal, I realized with a sigh. We needed him back so that he and Elena could carry on their Romeo and Juliet love and so that Damon could get back to normal and be totally in love with Elena again, and so that things could just seem normal again.

I buried my head in my hands. It was impossible though to try to get Stefan back. From the reports on TV, it seemed like he was doing everything Klaus wanted of him. Unless those killings were only Klaus's doing alone which I highly doubted. I had a feeling that Stefan maybe wouldn't want to come back.

I climbed back into bed, trying to free my mind of the swarming thoughts, and took a sip of water from where my glass stood on the bedside table. It didn't help to clear my mind but it made my throat a little less dry.

I closed my eyes, placing my head back on my pillow and rolling my head to the side.

"Come find us, my precious witch,"

I gasped as I heard the voice in my ears. I whipped around my head but there was nothing there. I tried to steady my pounding heart and lay my head back down. I closed my eyes again.

"You can find us easily with your powers, Bonnie. We are waiting for you,"

The voice rang through my mind again and I recognized the British accent and eerie way of speaking as Klaus's. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I was going insane. All the events were starting to drive me insane. But what did he mean by them 'waiting' for me. I didn't understand. I knew it was crazy for me to start hearing voices but I knew that it really was Klaus, somewhere inside my heart. My instincts told me so.

I propped my pillow upright and leaned against it, letting my thoughts drift away. I was sucked immediately into a vivid dream world and I knew immediately that I was having a vision or something equally witch like. I knew inside that this was no ordinary dream.

I was walking through a forest dressed in a sheer purple dress that reached a little below my knees. Power bounced off of me and I felt that I was omnipotent. I smiled then and kept on walking through the trees, my legs guiding themselves. I was soon led to a small house, and I walked through the gate, feeling like I was floating. I raised my hand to the door, and as if by magic, it opened for me.

Inside, the house was greater in size than seemed logical. It was decorated in all different shades of rich looking colors. I didn't know where I was but I felt like I belonged here.

"I'm home," My voice rang with power, and I didn't recognize it until I felt my mouth close after I spoke. I touched my lips, feeling gloss on them. This dream or vision or whatever was really confusing.

Then as if surrounded by halos, two men stepped out of the room, walking side by side. They were powerful too. One was blonde with blue eyes and the other had light brown hair and green eyes that shined like emeralds. Klaus and Stefan.

Klaus zipped towards me, "My dear, you look ravishing," He cupped my cheek with his hand and placed a kiss to my lips. I was too shocked to even respond, but my body knew exactly what to do.

My lips curved into a pleasure filled smile. "As I always do," I responded, holding my head up high.

Stefan laughed in the background, his laugh a vile sounding thing. Klaus joined in and their voices together created a ghastly sounding melody. This dream just got even more confusing. What was I doing here? Where are they? Where are we?

"Did you find what you were searching for?" Stefan asked, his voice deeper than I had remembered it being before.

What was I searching for? I didn't know. But my body did. I shook my head. "I need more time to look."

"You have all the time in the world, my lovely. Doesn't she, Stefan?" Klaus asked, his arm travelling down to my waist. My body curved into his and I tried to pull away with my mind but it seemed I had no control of this body.

"Of course," Stefan replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I'll leave you too alone then; I have some, er, business to take care of," He laughed then and I heard the sound of a girl calling his name from inside. He stalked away from us with a cockiness I didn't know Stefan Salvatore possessed.

I didn't like being left alone with Klaus, so I urged my body away and thankfully, it responded a little more naturally.

"Witch, you know why you're here," Klaus said, sitting down on the armchair.

It was as if I could control my body and voice again. "What the heck is going on? I don't understand a thing. Why are you contacting me?" I demanded, a little more harshly than I intended but I was mad.

Klaus looked amused. "One question at a time, my lovely," He said, suddenly by my side again.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I demanded.

"Because it's the truth. In the future here, we are together. Stefan lives with us. We are one big happy family," He explained, in his British accent.

"I would never be with you," I responded firmly.

Klaus laughed, and brushed his hand across my cheek. "That is what you think now. The future you enjoys my company very much," He said, walking to my other side in a way that frightened me. His company as a whole frightened me.

"What future me? What the heck are you talking about?" I asked, perplexed.

"The one you will become when you find us. When you give up this silly quest to find Stefan. He will not come back with you so you will agree to come live with us. You have more power in the future, you have riches, you have all you could ever dream of. You have me," He laughed again, bringing his hand to caress my cheek once again.

I batted his hand away. "I don't want you. I'm with Jeremy," I reminded him.

"We both crave power. We are so much alike; you and me, my little precious," He cooed, sounding very much like that dude in Lord of The Rings, except that Klaus was talking about me. Talk about insanity.

"I'm not your little anything. Release me from this dream so I can go back to my world and try to forget that this ever happened," I pleaded, wanting to get the hell out of here.

"Oh, I am not holding you here. Our bond, our little connection is," Klaus explained, "I do not have the power to keep you here on my own will no matter how much I desire doing so,"

"What little bond, you idiot?" I demanded, wanting to know what drug he was on.

Klaus clutched me from my neck, constricting my breathing for a few seconds. I gasped and tried to take in some oxygen. He released me and stalked back over to the arm chair. "I'm the one in control. I will always be the one in control, my lovely," He explained.

"What is that bond you're talking about?" I asked, a little gentler this time. I rubbed my neck soothingly and tried to assuage a little of the pain he'd sent through me.

"When you tried to kill me the night of the sacrifice, a bond formed between us as always happens when a witch carries out a draining spell," He explained.

"But my ancestors helped me," I said, "It's impossible for me to have forged a bond with you,"

"Listen to me. You have been feeling strange emotions that you do not feel, right? You hear my voice when I'm trying to contact you. Those are the preliminary symptoms of the bond. Others will develop over time. You have been bonded to me," Klaus sounded pleased. "My emotions are your emotions,"

The reality of what he was saying started to sink in because he was speaking the truth. Something inside me told me it was the truth. Why would he fib about this? Besides, the symptoms were occurring to me.

"How can I break this bond?" I asked him, desperately.

Klaus smiled then. "You must come to me first," He replied.

"Can't I do it from here?"

"No. You will also find your best friend's boyfriend. Tell her that he doesn't want to be found and she should stop that pathetic crying every night. He's happy being the ripper. He's happier and more powerful than he's ever been," He replied, spreading his arms around.

The sound of a female screaming and then Stefan's laughing resonated through the air and I grimaced at what was going on to that poor human female. I wanted to save her but I knew I would be unable to do except for what Klaus would allow. And that would not be saving a poor human.

"How do you know what Elena does and says?" I asked, a shiver creeping up my spine. I hugged my arms to my body and looked at his cold blue eyes for an answer.

His lips curled into a smug smile. "I'm watching you, my lovely. I will always be watching you," He laughed. "I like touching Elena's face when she's asleep, caressing her neck and feeling her pulse,"

"Don't hurt her, you freak!" Anger flared up inside me again and I sent a wave of fire towards him, out of my hands. But because Klaus had some sort of control over what I did in this strange place, the fire reversed and fell to the ground, tiny little flames turning into embers.

"I won't. If you come to me," Klaus whispered, creeping towards me and sending another shiver down my spine. He wrapped his arms around my body which was suddenly not my own again. He kissed my neck and rested his head on my shoulder. "I'll be waiting, my precious,"

Then it was as if my soul was being carried out of this foreign body and back to my own. I felt light flood my eyes again and I knew I was home.

I woke up, panting and sweating. My heart was beating faster than ever and I felt like I'd been running a marathon.

"Good god, Bonnie. Were you having a nightmare?" I looked up to see my best friend wrapped in her duvet on the edge of my bed, her tiny body enveloped with the huge cover. She had a cup of tea in her shaking hands.

"Yes…no… I don't know… I was having this weird dream." I murmured, climbing out of bed and shaking my hair out. I felt inside me that I shouldn't tell my best friend about what had happened, not if I wanted her to live. Her brown eyes were wide and concerned and I felt sorrier for her than ever.

"What was it about?" She asked, as I stepped into the ensuite bathroom and started washing my face with the water.

"Don't tell anyone about our little… encounter, Bon. Not if you know what's good for them."

Klaus's voice was almost like a shadow, looming over me. I shivered slightly and then started to wash my face with Neutrogena facial wash. When I was done, I noticed that Elena was standing in the doorway. She had dumped the duvet on the bed and was just in her tiny shorts and tank top, her arms crossed on her chest and her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She had a questioning look on her face.

I tried to remember what she'd asked me. "Ummm, I don't remember," I replied, knowing it was the safest answer.

Elena's face fell, probably hoping I'd found something new about Stefan. Boy, I had but I couldn't tell her about it. Not now. Not ever. "Well, at least you look better now," She explained.

I nodded, forcing a smile across my face. "Yes, I feel better. It was just a stupid nightmare," I replied, masking my anxiousness with nonchalance.

Elena nodded and started out of the room before turning on her heel. "Caroline's heading over in a while so you might want to get dressed. She's bringing breakfast," She explained, sounding bored.

"Okay, thanks for telling me," I replied, and she left me to my own thoughts. I started the shower, deciding that I needed some time to think. I did my best thinking when I was in the shower. There was something about the soothing flow of water and the warmness that the water filled me with that assuaged my pains.

I closed the door of the bathroom and then stripped myself of my clothes, shooting my face a look in the mirror. I looked terrible; my eyes were bloodshot and I had bags under my green lifeless eyes. My hair reached almost to my waist and was in terrible need of a haircut. I sighed and climbed into the shower under the warm relaxing water.

I was suddenly flooded with intense anger, and I gripped onto the side of the bath tub, trying to control my need to set the place on fire. These were not my emotions; they belonged to another which led me to believe that Klaus's bond theory was correct. I would have to check in the Grimoire once I got out of here.

As I rubbed Passion Fruit scented Herbal Essence's shampoo through my hair, I came to a conclusion. I was going to have to go look for Klaus and Stefan, both to break my bond with Klaus and deal with him and also to get Stefan back for Elena. I needed to rescue Superman if my friend was going to go on. Klaus was being stupid; Stefan would come back if he could and I was going to make sure he could.

I'd go alone. I'd tell Elena that I was going to look for Stefan and that I'd be more successful on my own. She needed to stay here to take care of the rest of them. But who would look after her in the times when her depression became too much to take? My mind flitted to my blonde friend Caroline and I knew she could take on my role of Elena comforter. I'd stop by Damon and Alaric and of course Jeremy and tell them of my actions but I wouldn't tell anyone about the bond and how I needed to break it. I couldn't tell them about the bond for their own safety and because I wanted to keep it secret. I needed to have something to myself. I was sick of everything being out in the open.

I climbed out of the shower and dried myself with a big pink towel before wrapping it around myself and walking into my room. I dressed in a pair of jeans shorts, a comfortable gray camisole and brushed my hair out so it flowed down my back. I applied some simple make-up and smacked my lips together. Once I'd looked in the Grimoire and became sure of Klaus's words, I'd make a bag of clothes and other essentials to take with me.

I grabbed my Grimoire from on my little bookshelf and flicked through it, closing my eyes and trying to focus on the piece of information I needed. The book's pages started turning melodiously and then flipped open on a certain page near the end. It was in Latin but I translated it quickly:

Bonds between Witches and Other Supernatural beings

They can be formed when a witch or warlock performs a particularly power demanding spell. They allow the witch to feel certain emotions that the other is feeling and to be able to hear the messages their supernatural bond-mate wants to convey to them. They feel when the one they are bonded with is in danger and suffer with them in their pain. Other symptoms differ depending on the circumstances.

The bonds can be broken by performing another power demanding spell with the bond-mate or connecting intimately with that bond-mate or with another person. Bonds can however be restored at the witch's desire-

I stopped reading, my jaw dropping as I absorbed what I had just read. It couldn't be. I knew that what Klaus was saying was true because he had enough evidence to back it up but now that the Grimoire supported his crazy theory, it made it official. I was going on a mission to break the bond and get Stefan back.

I placed the Grimoire in a bag pack and started loading the bag with clothes and other essentials. I dumped my make-up kit and a hairbrush in there just in case. I was just deciding between taking a Harry Potter Pajama Elena had gotten for me as a joke last year on my birthday and a yellow cotton nightgown, when the door opened and Elena looked inside.

"Why are you taking so-what are you doing, Bonnie?" She entered and looked around, registering the fact that I was doing some sort of packing. "Are you packing?" She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously.

I squirmed under her firm gaze. "Kind of," I replied, folding the yellow nightgown into the bag before zipping it up.

"And why is that?" Elena's expression went from confused to hurt. "Did I do something?"

"No, no. Did Caroline come yet?" I asked, wondering if my peppy blonde friend had arrived.

"Yes, she's getting breakfast set up. Why?" She wanted to know.

"Well, I'll tell you downstairs why I'm packing because I only want to say it once," I explained, before I slipped past her out of the door. She followed me, eager to find out what the heck was going on.

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"So you're going to hunt for Stefan on your own?" Caroline asked as she took a bite of her low fat blueberry muffin.

"Yes," I replied, leaning down onto the table. I'd been through the whole plan with them except for the bond breaking part. That I hadn't, and wouldn't, tell anyone.

"You need help, Bon. How about I come with you?" Elena suggested, just as I knew she would. A cup of her favorite Chocolate Macchiato lay in front of her on the table, untouched.

"We've already been through this Elena. Alaric and Jeremy need you here and besides, no offense but you'll slow me down. I need to be free to run if I need to," I explained, and Elena sighed.

"Are you sure you'll be able to take on Klaus on your own? What if you get hurt?" Caroline wanted to know, a concerned expression on her face.

Her concern though sweet was kind of insulting to my abilities. "I almost killed him before, Care. And besides, I won't be on my own. Stefan will be there. He's like Stefan freaking savior Salvatore, remember?" I muttered, and Elena got up from the table.

"Excuse me a second," She muttered, leaving the room.

"I don't think he's the same," Caroline admitted, the second Elena was out of the room. "Are you sure I shouldn't come with you? We'll be a good team like Charlie's Angels except there's two of us and I'm a vampire and you're a witch." She pointed out.

"No, you need to be here for Elena. You know how she gets at night. She's not coping as well as it seems. You guys can stay here if you want or you can go back to yours. Just please stay and take care of her so I don't have to worry about her when I'm out there," I pleaded.

Caroline nodded. "You know I will," She responded.

Elena returned with a tissue in her hand, sniffling. "Hay fever," She muttered, as if that was a legitimate excuse and as if we'd just been born yesterday.

"I'm sure," I replied, as she placed the tissue on the table.

Elena then looked ahead into the distance as I took a bite of my croissant. "Do you really think you could find him and bring him back?" She asked, with a sort of hopeful tone to her voice.

"I'll do my best,"

"That's all I ask of you, Bon. Thanks so much for doing this," Elena replied, her brown eyes meeting my own with honesty and gratitude.

I smiled back at her. "No problem. So now I have to go tell Jeremy and the rest of them." I muttered.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Caroline exclaimed, "Are you sure this is safe? I mean, who am I kidding it's not safe, but are you sure you can handle yourself?"

I touched her hand. "Yes, Care. I promise, I can. I'll call you every day with updates so that you know I'm alive. The whole trip will take a couple of weeks, a month tops," I promised.

"That's a long time," Elena noted.

"Yes, but I don't know their location. I'll be searching and doing spells and stuff," I reminded her. "I'll be safe; I have my badass witch powers," I turned to Caroline and met her worried blue eyes with my own.

She sighed in defeat. "Fine, but you'd better call every day, no excuses," She ordered.

"Fine, mom," I teased, causing Elena to laugh and Caroline to glare at me.

Elena took a sip of her drink, "Ew, this is cold," She protested.

"Maybe it's because you left it for 15 minutes, Einstein," Caroline said, sarcastically.

I got up, my plate in my hand. "Heat it up in the microwave or something. I need to go do my rounds before I leave. I need to go and say bye to Jeremy, Alaric and Damon. Care, you'll give Tyler my best right?" I asked, turning my head slightly to look at my blonde friend.

Caroline nodded. "No problem," She insisted, "Good luck with Jeremy,"

"Thanks, I'll be back to say a final farewell to you guys," I promised, as I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

I knew convincing Jeremy of my little mission wouldn't be a piece of cake but I was determined. I wasn't going to be one of those girls controlled by their boyfriend's orders. I was going on this journey. I had to go on this trip both to break the bond and to get Stefan back for Elena. She was my best friend and I wanted her to be happy. I owed her at least that much.


A/N: And that's the end of chapter one! I hope you guys liked it.. I'm not sure if I'm going to end it Klonnie (Klaus/Bonnie) or Bamon so I'll find that out as we go along!

Next chapter: Bonnie tells Damon, Jeremy and Alaric of her plan and gets an unwanted companion for her trip. Any guesses who?

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