Mainly a crossover with TVD and Teen Wolf but had a few of the characters from Blade and Kindred the Embraced, because unfortunately that's just how my mind works! Hopefully I will give each show justice!

Characters from all four shows will be slightly OOC because I like the concept of the characters but want them to fit this story. Some things from the shows will be the same but mostly my own idea. I LOVE the idea of Bonnie and Derek, because really Derek Hale is so freakin' hot. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter One

The person banging on her front door at 2 o'clock in the morning was going to die. A painful and tragic death, Bonnie Bennett thought viciously as she was startled awake by the sudden pounding on her front door.

Groaning, Bonnie muttered a curse burying her face into her pillow, as instead of it disappearing like she hoped it would, the pounding only got louder and more insistent.

"Who the fuck is that?" the deep, guttural voice to her left demanded, causing Bonnie to groan.

Great, now they'd done it. Whoever the idiot was knocking at her front door was most definitely going to die if her bed partner had anything to do with it.

Lifting her head, she stared into the piercing grey-blue eyes of her bed partner, unconsciously licking her lips as she stared at him. The heavy brows, the pale skin, the dark shadow that lined his jaw. She felt a familiar pull in her stomach as her eyes found his again, noticing the irritation marring his brow.

"I'll go see." She soothed, running her hand over his massive chest.

Damn, he was fine; she thought distractedly, her fingers trailing over the hard muscles of his pale chest down to his well-defined abdominals. Licking her lips, Bonnie smiled at him, olive colored eyes darkening as she swept his naked form with a hot look.

"Fuck that, I'm not letting you answer the door at 2AM in the fucking morning. Might be some psycho." Derek Hale snapped at her, those piercing eyes taking in her naked form appreciatively.

Leaning forward he captured her lips in a kiss that curled her toes. Honestly, one would think that after four years the passion would've at least cooled. But every day she spent with the man, their passion only got hotter and more intense.

Threading his fingers through her hair, he angled her head as he deepened the kiss, a small moan escaping her lips. His other hand, wrapped around her thigh, sliding it over him until …

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"Son of a fucking bitch!" he snarled, throwing the sheets back and vaulting to his feet. Bonnie bit her lip as the tight globes of his ass came into view, resisting the urge to lean forward and mark him. He easily had the tightest and the best ass she had ever seen. And considering she hung out with a bunch of werewolves who changed at random, and when they changed back they were naked, that was saying a lot.

"No killing at 2am in the morning." She admonished, grinning when he shot her a dark look. He never did like his play to be interrupted. Which was why, he insisted that they live by themselves, without the pack around them and without any unnecessary interruptions.

Although she supposed whoever was at the door, did not get that memo.

"No promises." He snapped, pulling on his jeans and storming out of the bedroom without bothering to do them up.

Laughing, Bonnie snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed, relishing in Derek scent. Damn the man smelt good. She couldn't really describe it. Wild, intense, addictive. All she knew was that there were times she wanted to roll herself in it, so that she could have his scent on her all day every day. Freakish, yeah definitely.

Yawning, Bonnie frowned as she heard familiar low male voices, arguing. She heard Derek deep timbre, low and warning and then she heard Caroline's plea.

Caroline? The last time she had seen Caroline was about a month ago, when Caroline had breezed into Beacon Hill demanding that Bonnie spend some time with her.

When Bonnie had upped and moved to Beacon Hills after being kidnapped and almost killed by Klaus for the last damn time, Caroline had moved closer to the city. Like Bonnie, she wanted out of Mystic Falls, wanted AWAY from the drama that was Elena Gilbert. Like Bonnie, Caroline wanted a life of her own, that did not involve the Salvatore brothers risking everyone's lives for a woman who played with peoples emotions and their lives like she had a right to.

Caroline also wanted to prove that she could and would survive by herself. She wanted to prove to her mother that she wasn't the spoilt dumb blonde that she had thought her to be, wanted to prove to Elena that life did not begin and end with her, and wanted to prove to herself that she can and will survive without the help of her friends.

And she had. She had proven all her naysayers wrong. She was living in an upscale apartment, as a stylist to some of the richest women in the city. And the only ones who had any confidence in her? Bonnie and Matt.

And that was the reason why, Bonnie Bennett had always been Caroline Forbes' best friend.

Popping her head up, Bonnie tilted her head to one side, listening again. Shit, she recognised those male voices.

Throwing back the sheets, Bonnie snagged Derek's shirt from where she had thrown it a few hours before and slipped it over her head. Looking around she shrugged when she spied her torn leggings, hanging over one lampshade. Making her way to her drawer she pulled out a fresh pair and pulled them on. Glancing at herself in the mirror she grinned.

She looked – well fucked. Her hair was tousled, and not sexily so. Actually it was a mess. Face clean of make-up Bonnie sported a large hickey on the left side of her neck. Rolling her eyes at her fiancé's need to continually mark her, she thought herself well covered for the meeting of her old friends.

"I don't care if the whole of Mystic Falls is burning in hell right now," she heard Derek snarl. "It's 2AM in the fucking morning. Come back later, at a more reasonable hour!"

"Derek, please! I just need to talk to Bonnie." Caroline pleaded, sounding more distraught than Bonnie's heard her sound in years.

"Care?" Bonnie asked, stopping short when she viewed Stefan and of all people Damon flanking her blonde friend. Last she heard Stefan and Damon were exactly on talking terms. If fact last she heard Stefan didn't want anything to do the brother that had banged his girlfriend.

"Bonnie!" ignoring the scowling werewolf that was manning the door like a sentinel, Caroline raced towards her childhood friend, throwing her arms around her.

"Come on in, why don't you?" Derek muttered sarcastically watching as the two women embraced.

"Look Scrabby!" a dark voice snarled from the doorway causing Derek's heavy brows to lower in irritation. "We are here to see the witch! Whether you like it or not."

Derek turned dark eyes on Damon, face darkening with anger.

"I have no qualms whatsoever in staking you, little man." Derek told the vampire, his voice a low growl, eyes flashing amber. "And considering you mean jack shit to Bonnie, me killing you won't bother me one little bit." He snarled.

"Okay, okay, he's sorry!" Stefan interrupted, stepping between his brother and the larger man. The last thing they needed was Damon getting into it with Derek Hale. Because honestly, Stefan didn't think his brother would walk away from it. "But please, we just need to see Bonnie. There's trouble in Mystic Falls."

"And?" Derek asked staring at the younger Salvatore, eyes narrowing. "This means what to me?"

"It means you're a fucking idiot." Damon snapped, going toe to toe with the bigger man. He was still on the other side of the door frame, icy blue eyes glaring at Derek.

Shaking his head at his brother, Stefan waited for Derek's reaction. Because if there's one thing he knew about Bonnie's mate, he had absolutely no patience with anyone that wasn't named Bonnie Bennett.

Irritated one large fist shot out and grabbed Damon by the throat, lifting him inches off the ground, causing Stefan's brows to rise, impressed at the werewolf's easy strength.

Eyes bulging Damon vamped out, snarling as he gripped the fingers around his throat trying to pry the vice-like grip away only to find himself thrown down the front stairs

Speeding towards the fleabag, Damon felt as his jaw shatter from the granite-like things the fleabag called fists connected with his face, rocking back as the 6 foot man took a step out onto the porch of the recently renovated Hale House, massive arms folded across an equally massive chest.

"Son of a fucking bitch!" Damon snapped, moving to teach the fleabag a lesson.

Instead Stefan appeared in his path causing Damon to crash into his brother.

"Dammit, Damon, stop!" Stefan insisted, pushing his brother back. "Calm down."

"Fuck you, little brother." He sneered, glaring at the fleabag behind Stefan. "I don't need to take this shit."

"What you need to do, is calm down." Stefan told him firmly, before turning back to the dog. "Please, Derek we just need to come in and talk to Bonnie."

"No."

Throwing his hands up in the air, Damon glared at his brother as if to say, 'See I told you so!'

"Derek." All three men turned at the sound of Bonnie's voice. "Let them up. I think –"she sighed, staring at all three vampires. "I think this is gonna be something we both wanna hear."