New fic guys! I knooow I still have my other one and its somewhat close to being done, but I'm kind of blocked on it. Hopefully writing something new will help. This chapter takes place during 3x21. I can't say for sure where I'm going with it, but its Bonnie's story and there will be some Bamon and some Monnie. Let's see where this thing goes.


If it wasn't some villain hell-bent on dropping some bodies during their stay in Mystic Falls it was another, but who would have thought that it would be one of their own.

Sure they had been able to desiccate Klaus, but Alaric was still out there looking for the original hybrid's incapacitated body, ready to thrust the last white oak stake right through his heart. Bonnie would have had no qualms about it except for the fact that the act would end an entire bloodline of vampires that Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Tyler, and Abby were a branch of.

Somehow, someway, team Mystic Falls always got the bad hand and ended up making deals or trying to save their enemy.

She relayed the details of the current happenings to Damon as they rode the elevator together up to the 10th floor. They reached their floor and the doors slid open. She steeled her nerves. It was time to work.

Damon threw up the door to the storage unit and she walked inside the room to open the casket that housed Klaus's grayed, chained, and immovable body. Satisfaction crept into Bonnie knowing she was the one who had made him powerless, but when his eyes snapped open her lips curled resentfully, wishing that he were dead.

"Oh…creepy," Damon murmured.

"I need a minute."

"Just jam the witch locator…bat signal whatever, and get on with it Bonnie," Damon ordered her.

His arrogance irritated her as usual, but she took a steadying breath before she could snap at him and ruin everything. The only way to get him to leave was manipulation…and a personal vendetta.

"Elena and Jeremy lost Jenna and Alaric because of him. Tyler's a hybrid. My mother's a vampire. Could you give me a minute to just appreciate the sight of him like this?"

Just as expected, Damon became gracious enough to leave her alone with him. She waited until the door slammed into the floor to let all the animosity for Klaus roll off of her in waves as she regarded him coldly.

"You should burn in hell." The quiet fury in her hushed voice seemed to warm the unit a degree or two; she would have watched his body rot from the inside out if she were able to. This deprave, smug bastard didn't deserve anything she was about to offer him. "But if you die, so do my friends…so does my mother. What am I supposed to do about that?"

She didn't know if she was imagining it, but the way his eyes glinted…it was as if he was looking up at her triumphantly. It took all of her willpower not to slam the casket down in his face and light the casket on fire herself. She placed her hand over Klaus's dead heart and started the spell to swap Klaus's soul out of his body and into a new one. When she was finished, she closed the casket and left the unit.

Damon lounged across from the door with his arms crossed and eyebrows arched, looking like he had places to be. He watched closely as Bonnie shut the storage unit door.

What she just did would save her friends, so why couldn't she feel a little accomplished…a little relieved? The burden on her shoulder kept getting heavier with every battle she managed to get through.

"Its time for you to go," Damon told her.

His words passed over her with no effect. Her fingers skimmed the cold, ribbed metal as her hand dropped down to her side. How did it all get so messed up, she thought. How did we end up here? She leaned forward and felt the chill of the aluminum on her head. How is every victory another…defeat?

Damon's hand shot out and pulled her out of her thoughts, gripping her upper arm tightly and relaxing when he saw how exhausted she truly was. "What's wrong with you?"

How could she explain, to Damon of all people, what she had to do? Why she was tired of being the magical fix…the one with all the answers. She searched in his captivating, blue eyes for a softness that he never exhibited in front of her.

She tried to find any semblance of empathy there, and when she caught a flicker of a person capable of caring for someone else beyond physical means, she cracked open her mouth to voice her troubles.

But the quietness of the long hallway seemed to stretch on for miles until it seemed like she would never make it back to the elevator. She choked on the words lodged in her throat and, instead, clamped her mouth shut into a tight-lipped smile and gave him a quick nod.

Damon wasn't the one. Damon would never be the one. She slipped her arm out of his hand and sidestepped away from him, toward the elevator.

"Be careful," she whispered to him. He mimicked the nod that she had just given him with an expression Bonnie couldn't quite read. She turned away and started walking back to the elevator. When she checked over her shoulder to see if Damon was still there, he was gone.

The elevator took her down five flights before it opened to another empty hallway with a flickering light. Bonnie smashed the 'close door' button repeatedly, anxious to get to the lobby when the roof of the elevator was ripped off and a blur grabbed her around the neck, strangling the life out of her. Bonnie grabbed at the hand as it slammed her into the elevator control panel.

"Alaric," she managed to choke out. The once reassuring face of her makeshift guardian was devoid of any tenderness she was used to. The trademark red eyes and fangs of a vampire helped the scowl that marred his face transform him into a completely different person. Any magic she tried to use against him didn't work; she could only assume Esther and the other witches were protecting him. "Please…"

This Alaric didn't care if she lived or died. This Alaric had left her to die, but Damon had saved her. He lifted her body off the ground and threw her past the closing elevator doors, sending her skittering across the dirty floor.

She coughed violently as she held her bruised throat and pushed herself to her feet. Two large hands grabbed her head and she knew.

Looking up into the malfunctioning light bulb she knew. Everything happened in slow motion; dying always happened in slow motion.

The tip of his fingers dug into her cheek and skull.

She thought about how she told Damon to be careful.

Alaric started pulling her head in an awkward direction.

Maybe, for once, Damon should have told her too.