Summary: Bonnie did a spell that transports her to a different universe. Apparently she's a ghostly witch, and her roommates are homicidal vampires. Inspired by Being Human UK.

Disclaimer: I do not TVD, their characters, or Being Human though I won't be referencing it that much anyway.

Ch. 1

'Oh no…oh no, oh no, oh no!'

Bonnie Bennett was apparently dead.

And not, "Oh you're so dead, Bonnie Bennett, when I'm through with you!" kind of dead.

The actual dead—dead.

She also has not a clue where she was or how that came to be. All she knew was that the only beings that can have their hands go through a doorknob and have the laws of gravity not effect them twenty-four/seven did not walk among the living anymore.

And that's what she wasn't doing right this instant.

"Okay, Bonnie, you can fix this. You can fix this. You're a Bennett. You have the power of a hundred witches dormant in your body. You can fix this."

She looked at her hand. It looked quite solid quite solid to her. She then went to the door that was an entrance and an exit to the room she found herself in. Not focusing, her hand went right through its doorknob again when she tried to grab it. Heart (or lack thereof) picking up its pace, she focused and grabbed the door successfully to open it and look out into the same hallway she saw earlier. One that was very familiar but she couldn't bring herself to wonder why since she's—well—not living anymore.

Okay.

So. She got herself into this mess, now she has to get herself out of it. Whatever it is.

She lost her focus and her hand went through the knob once more, making her gasp and catch herself from falling face first. Funny she could still stand firm on the wooden floor at this very moment but she couldn't grab a friggin' doorknob. It was only a matter of time before she started floating in her hysteria and bumping her head against the ceiling.

She plopped on the plain bed that sat against the far side of the room with a huff. She almost went right through that before willing herself to be solid.

Ah. Much better.

Ok. Now. How did she get here?

She was having one of those episodes back home. Losing her grandmother…again, Elena being a vampire, Klaus still being alive, no one coming to see if she were ok—unless they needed something from her, and her father still not being present due to his work schedule. It was becoming too much for her to handle. She felt as though she had no one, and the more she told herself this silently in the darkest depths of her brain, the more she could hear the dark magic willing her find comfort in it. Of course, she eventually ignored it but it terrified her immensely.

She was the neighborhood witch. Control was the one thing she had, the one thing she prided on. Her loyalty could not be challenged. It was as solid as a diamond. "Strong" was what everyone deemed her as.

She was just able to walk amongst the dead for her friends.

She was able to cross over-

The girl looked down at her hands and frowned. Whatever happened to her now, this must be the witches' payback for going against the laws of nature for said friends.

All she wanted to do during her episode of silent hysteria was go back in time to go…maybe before Elena and Matt rode off the bridge? Before Damon turned her mother possibly? Maybe before she lost Grams—the first time around? Or perhaps before the Salvatore's ever came into her small town where everything was normal and expected?

She was just so tired.

Bonnie was strong but not immortal.

She was powerful but not a god.

She was a teenage girl who had the responsibility of the entire town on her shoulders because she was the only one that cared for everyone…not just Elena.

She never asked for any of that and yet-

Bonnie took in sharp breaths though no air actually went through to her lungs.

A door appeared in her room during her spell back at home. She figured it was symbolic of passing to another time-not another life!

Her breaths cut short when she heard voices downstairs. Jumping to her feet, she went to the door, self conscious about making noises when she realized that there was no need for that thought. She was practically a ghost here.

Shudders erupted through her body at the thought; ghost. Dead.

What if her spirit was the only thing that actually crossed over? What if she voluntarily killed herself back home? What would they possibly do without her?

"It's quite old. Has a bit of a history...I don't know if I understand Mr. Salvatore...a boarding house?"

"Yeah. It's not a problem is it?"

"No...But isn't it just you? Why would you want this big of a place-"

"No. It's not just me. There's my brother too."

"...Well. Alright I guess you can have a look around, see how you like it and we can talk about signing a lease and all that legal business once you're done."

All Bonnie could do was stand there petrified as she heard the younger Salvatore climb the steps. How she was able to hear them so well was beyond her but she didn't have enough time to wonder how that was possible.. She took deep breaths, rationalizing that he probably couldn't see her and that this situation she was now wouldn't take too long to correct. At least the spell worked after all, just in a way she didn't imagine.

She heard him on the other side of her door now, still talking with the real estate agent. Gulping but refusing to move, she fixed her face to look like that of defiance. She was on a mission, and she will fix this. She had to.

Stefan opened the door, "-Right, my brother is on his way. He'll probably be here shortl-"

-Wait-Damon hadn't come into town the same exact time as Stefan had he? They didn't agree on the other's presence in such a-casual and non-hostile way the first time around-

Stunned but curious green eyes fell over her as she stared back rigidly, not moving at all.

"What was that Mr. Salvatore?"

Stefan blinked, "Huh?"

"Your brother? When might we expect him?"

The youngest Salvatore blinked some more and looked to the agent who was looking into the room as well but didn't seem to notice Bonnie at all. He pushed the rim of his glasses up his nose as he turned back to the vampire, "Is there a problem?"

Stefan looked to Bonnie again, tilted his head and then turned to look further into the house, "Not that I can tell. I can't really account for when Damon will decide to pop up but he promised to be here."

"Uhm...right...I guess," the agent glanced back into the room, still bewildered, but left, closing the door behind him.

Bonnie let out a thick and heavy sigh of relief, allowing her body to relax and taking note on how, despite her body not being physically solid, she still felt an ache from standing as still as she did.

But now she was curious, if not concerned. Why didn't Stefan say anything? It's not everyday you see a silent, possibly angry, black girl with a dried up nosebleed, standing in the middle of a room inside a house you're interested in buying. Especially if your agent couldn't see the girl but you could.

...in fact...that should have alarmed him.

It should have disturbed him a lot more.

Then again...he's a vampire so perhaps "ghosts" weren't really on his list of things he's afraid of.

She found herself pacing and she wasn't sure for how long either when the door reopened to reveal Stefan. He leaned against the doorframe to watch her calmly.

She jumped when he cleared his throat to alert her of his presence but she collected herself and raised her chin up slightly. No matter what, she can not show weakness even if Stefan was supposed to be the good one out of the two.

"Hi...what's your name?" he started carefully.

That took her by surprise, "Bonnie."

She mentally slapped herself in the head. If this was the past she couldn't give him her real name. What if she ran into her past self? What if he did? How was she supposed to explain that?

"Bonnie," he tried the name out as he gave her a patient grin, "Do you need to wash up?"

Whatever look she gave him he replied quickly, "The blood on your face-and-well I guess if you're not living anymore...personal hygiene isn't the top of your priorities list."

What makes you think I'm dead?

Stefan's brows rose, "I can't hear your heartbeat or your breathing."

She frowned. How exactly could he hear her thoughts and what did she have to do to make sure that didn't happen again?

Bonnie grew a little self-conscious before she wiped the dried blood with the sleeve of her turquoise shirt, not saying anything, only staring at him. The silence answered her previous question and she sighed with relief internally. Stefan crossed his arms again, watching her, "Bonnie...did you used to live here?"

"No," she immediately answered.

"Did you... die here?"

Bonnie looked down. She felt as though she had, more than once.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to...your death is personal."

Death.

So many times had she been ready to die for her friends. For Elena. So many times had she willed herself to prepare for her death because she is the witch, and it was her duty to keep the unguarded safe. She was a Bennett, and Bennetts...died.

But even though that was the case, to grasp the possibility that she had already died was beyond her. She didn't quite believe it-she didn't want to.

She died and yet here she was at the Salvatore's. Not even in death could she get away.

That upset her a bit, so much so Stefan stood up straight in bewilderment before murmuring to himself that she disappeared. She still stood in front of him, however, with a bitter feeling in her gut.

Wanting to get out of the Boarding house, she found herself staring up at the edifice from outside in the next moment. She wanted to go home, and the next second she was outside of her house. Shuddering as she climbed the porch steps, she raised her hand to knock only to realize that it was silly. She then looked around to make sure no one saw her, and walked through the door to her much needed sense of "home".

Except for the little fact that it wasn't her home at all. There were pictures of people she didn't recognize on her walls with furniture she never seen before around her. A little red haired boy galloped down the stairs and ran right through her to get to the kitchen with a distant voice, she guessed was his mother, telling him to stop running in the house.

It was so shocking to Bonnie that she stepped back out of the foreign place, mouth agape.

"I need to find Elena," and she turned on her heel to find herself in Elena's room, her sister from another mister brushing her hair in front of her vanity mirror. Bonnie felt elated tears come as she stood behind her best friend, basking in a little normalcy.

Elena paused and turned to her, making the witch hold her breath, hoping that she could see her.

"That's strange," Elena turned back to her mirror. "Thought someone was watching me for a second."

"Probably a ghost. Uuuwwww~" Caroline mused, waltzing into the room with a teasing grin.

"Oh Caroline!" Bonnie nearly shrieked with joy, wanting to embrace her other best friend. Caroline wasn't a vampire here. Her Carebear was alive!

Both of them.

Leaving Bonnie with more incentive to drive the Salvatore's out.

"Is it just me or did it get ridiculously cold?" Caroline said lounging on Elena's bed with a magazine in hand.

"You're right...it did," Elena finished brushing her pin straight hair, setting her brush down on the dresser to turn to her blond friend. "I don't think I turned the AC on either..."

"Maybe you are haunted."

Bonnie looked about Elena's room, looking for traces of her past self. There were pictures of Elena and Caroline with a couple of other people they knew. There was a picture with her and Jeremy, and then Matt. There were Elena's parents. Or at least the parents that they grew up with thinking were Elena's biological parents.

"Where am I?" Bonnie whispered to herself, a new fear bubbling up inside of her.

"So I saw the way Matt looked at you today."

"Please Caroline. I really don't want to talk about him...after everything that happened..."

"Right, right. I know. The accident and all. I'm really sorry about that but still. It's Matt."

"Care."

"Sorry," Caroline rolled her eyes and turned to another page in her magazine.

Bonnie looked for herself on the cheer leading squad picture that sat on Elena's other dresser. She couldn't find herself at all.

She started to feel sick.

"Well what about that new guy with the nice back?"

Elena let out an airy sigh, "The last thing I have on my mind is being in another relationship...regardless if he has a nice back or not."

"That back is sturdy. Can you imagine the kind of scars you can make-"

"Caroline!"

"What?"

Bonnie looked at them both, not remembering them ever being this close.

Ever.

It was as though she never existed.

Her stomach fell, as a cry escaped her mouth and both girls jumped, alarmed. Covering her mouth, Bonnie wanted nothing more than to fade into the background as soon as both of her friends looked directly at her.

"Did you see that?" Caroline exclaimed, incredulous.

"No."

"I promise you it was like a shadowy mass like figure! You didn't see that?"

Bonnie felt tears roll down her face as she proceeded to shake her head, not believing the state she really found herself in.

The witches definitely did a number on her.

She's going to have to get used to popping up randomly in different settings. Apparently this "ghost" business comes with a new slew of powers to add with her witchcraft. If she even had that anymore.

The shock of not existing in this dimension or at least her past self not living in Mystic Falls ever, made her appear on the Salvatore's couch in their living room just as soon as both brothers set it down on their stupid expensive rug. She wasn't in the best of moods, and startling them gave her a little satisfaction despite her current situation.

"The hell?" exclaimed the eldest Salvatore, warranting a roll of the witch's eyes. That was enough to guarantee her that as far as personalities went, nothing's changed.

Stefan was curious again before looking up to his brother, "Damon, meet our other housemate, Bonnie."

She just had to see the look on Damon's face. He seemed incredulous enough, not really wanting to believe it. Instead of addressing her, he looked to his brother, a little irritated, "So we have Casper to account for here too?"

Stefan sighed, "It's not like she's going to raise the electricity bill Damon."

"You don't know that. She might call up ectoplasm from the floor and ruin my Persian rug. I don't know about you brother, but I don't think we have anything in this known world that can steam clean ghost plasma from carpet."

Note to self, Google ectoplasm and figure out how to conjure it through solids.

"And don't get any ideas," he warned her as if he read her mind. Even in a different world he knew her! Can't she get a break?

"Too late," Bonnie retorted, sinking into the couch further, hugging herself. If she was in a better mood, she would have gave herself a pat on the back for not sinking any deeper into the couch to the point she phased right through it. That would have been embarrassing.

"Can't we bless the house and force her to move on into wherever spirits go to?"

Stefan shot him a glare; Bonnie wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"What? We signed the lease. The house is ours now."

"Believe me, being here is the last place I want to 'haunt' for eternity," The teenager spat icily, glaring in front of her, not looking at either brother.

She had no other place to go. Not Elena's, Caroline's, or her home. Grams wasn't here either. She checked. Her heart lurched in want and relief. There may be an absence in what her life used to be but that didn't necessarily mean it didn't exist elsewhere.

"Then can't you haunt my brother's high school? There's boys-or girls. Whichever floats your boat."

And then she imagined brain vessels exploding in his head, and every time she heard a "pop" Damon's cry of pain came right after as he hissed, grabbing at his temple and kneeling beside her.

All the while, she refused to look at him.

He groaned a "stop" as Stefan put a hand to her shoulder, startling her. Her focus disappeared, now looking to his hand that didn't budge. Her eyes trailed up to his face that looked a bit amazed too. Touching people was now a thing. Well…vampires, at least.

"What was that," Damon managed to let out, having a bit of trouble getting back on his feet as he glared daggers at the girl, ready to tear at her throat like he did last time-or in the near future.

"An aneurysm," Bonnie looked ahead again. "The brain vessels in your head go 'pop' and since you're supernatural and have heal quickly, I can do it over, and over, and over again."

The brothers grew quiet, so quiet that Bonnie had to force herself not to look at either of them in question.

"That's great. Try at this being human thing and the first person we meet knows we're anything but. And they're not even alive anymore. I told you, Stefan, humans-dead or alive-do not mingle with vampires," Damon plopped on the recliner across from her as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Whew, for a minute there she thought she gave a human Damon an aneurysm. And she didn't want to feel any sort of sympathy or regret in giving Damon pain. He deserved it each and every time-even if he would never hurt her here like he did before.

The thought made her look further from him.

"Alright. I'm getting sick of the self-righteous attitude, girl. What is your deal," the eldest Salvatore said in a low growl.

"What? Does it bother you that much that I don't want to look at you because the very sight of you makes my skin crawl?"

"We never met!" he exasperated, throwing his hands in the air. Seriously? He just met the girl and she was already getting under his skin. Then, after a long pause, he looked at her again, "...did we?"

She opened her mouth to retort they would but he had a point. "No." Well... "I still don't like you."

"You're proving to be the worst forced upon roommate we ever had."

"Good."

"I say we call a priest since blessing the house probably isn't strong enough to kick her out."

"You might want to try for someone stronger. Not sure if a priest ever dealt with a ghost who was a witch when she was alive."

"...No wonder! Self-righteous, judgmental, and gave me a headache without a bat of an eye. Not to mention you hate me for no viable reason. Of course you're a witch. Our luck," he drawled sarcastically from beside her.

She still refused to look at him.

And that was really starting to piss him off.

Stefan sat beside her and she didn't make a stir to move or disappear. He then looked at her with those patient eyes of his before he spoke carefully, "You'll have to forgive my brother-"

"He doesn't deserve my forgiveness."

"Which is baffling considering I haven't done anything to you!" The nerve of this girl!

"Yet." she added.

"Not sure if you noticed this but you're dead already, witch. I can't do anything to you even if I tried."

"He does have a point," Stefan agreed, not looking away from her.

Bonnie bit her lip. One of the worst things to ever consider was being wrong and Damon being right. It was hard not to treat this Damon the way she always treated Damon back home. Especially since everything her Damon (UNGH) did to her didn't or won't ever happen here. Like he said…without any of this knowledge.

But...that doesn't mean their presence here won't affect Elena either. Her past self probably did not live here but her friends still do and the Salvatores coming into town definitely had a negative impact on all of their lives.

She owed it to them to drive the vampire brothers out.

How...was the question.

"Why are you two-here?"

"Now Sabrina wants to start up harmless chit-chat? She's a doll, Stefan. You sure know how to pick 'em."

"Would you shut up," she snapped, head finally turning to him to glare at him with all the hatred she somehow managed to subdue for such a long period of time, "all you've done since I showed up was complain! 'No wonder' I can't stand you already. So 'forgive' me for not putting up with your snide crap, Damon. I had a very bad day today and since I'm dead I have an eternity to make your un-dead life a living hell. Try. Me."

There goes her cool. He got to her.

Ghost-witch and homicidal vampire glared angrily towards each other but the surprising thing was that Damon didn't snap back. She expected him to. And it kind of unsettled her that he didn't.

Stefan cleared his throat, deciding that was the perfect time to answer her previous question, "We just...wanted to come back to our home town...and start over."

Bonnie turned to him and realized something she hadn't thought about before. Last time, Stefan came back to do that, alone. Then he met Elena and it was imperative that he stayed. Now the brothers are here together. Damon came to cause trouble in Stefan's life and to get Katherine out of the tomb last time but since he's already here...

Was that still the case? What was the brothers' history now?

"Start over?"

"He wants to so desperately be human. I find it ridiculous but he's my little brother," Damon finally murmured, waving it off altogether as he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the liquor dresser to pour himself a drink. He apparently spent little time making sure he brought that into their new home. Bonnie willed herself to not roll her eyes.

Stefan, on the other hand, kept his eyes on Bonnie, almost pleading with her. She didn't understand why before thinking harder on her and Stefan's relationship. He didn't have to do much to get her to comply with him...because all Stefan had done, before what happened to her mother, was try to be as normal as a vampire could get.

And he had no problem following her conditions-or try to at least.

She was a witch that made sure the balance of nature was not at risk due to the monsters of the night. And Stefan was a walking unnatural thing that understood he was that risk.

A monster.

Bonnie frowned. Apparently he saw her more of an obstacle at having a little bit of normalcy now than when she was alive: a ghost-witch that didn't have the burden of human weaknesses to hold her back.

She looked away from him.

"We can leave since this place is initially yours-" Stefan started; he then raised his hand to stop his older brother from protesting.

She couldn't tell this Stefan to pack up their things and get the hell out! Why was this a lot more difficult than she imagined?

"The room's freezing," Damon muttered with a gruff as he poured himself a second glass. "Probably getting ready to tell us to leave. Typical."

"Can't he go and you stay instead? I don't have a problem with you," that much-anymore, Bonnie finished as she looked at the dead fireplace.

"Also didn't see that one coming," The eldest vampire replied snippily.

His luck. A judgmental ghost-witch staying with them that already couldn't stand his guts? Then again, what witch were best friends with him anyway? Not to mention the ever-surprising thing that this witch also had to prefer his younger brother to him. So, so, so surprising.

Stefan grinned to her, "Thanks, but we're a total package, my brother and I."

Bonnie wrinkled her nose. Cute but not what she necessarily wanted to hear at that moment.

"Would it satisfy our ghostly highness that I get an apartment across town?" The dark haired man pressed with a roll of his eyes.

"How about two towns over?"

"That would be making your life a little too easy. I was put here to ruin it."

"You do a good job at it."

"Thank you. At least you can give a compliment where it's due."

"You don't have much to compliment on, all things considering."

"And that's where I beg to differ."

"Go right ahead. It doesn't change my opinion."

"Right. Opinion. The fact is you might hate my guts now but there's definitely something you have for me under that judgey exterior of yours."

"If that puts you to sleep at night."

God, this girl was infuriating.

"Guys," Stefan spoke up to stop the charade. This was going to prove very trying for the younger Salvatore.

Bonnie sighed, "I need a moment to myself."

And just like that, she vanished.

She was in that room again, lying on her side listlessly as she stared at the door that brought her to this dimension in the first place. Why couldn't it have brought her to a dimension where there were no such things as the supernatural? Or at least one where Damon wasn't a complete ass, still? Or one where she had a chance to do it all over again but do it right? It wasn't fair…but when has Bonnie Bennett's life ever been fair?

All she knew was that every action and choice she made had a consequence and every time she dealt with it. She'll have to just deal with this one, like she always does.

Her eyes were fixed on the door, trying to remember what spell she used. She couldn't remember anything. There were candles, which were normal, and all that blood from her nose that traced around and on top of her chanting lips. Then a door appeared and she felt that the gravity of the world was lifted off her shoulders. It was as if it beckoned to her, and it promised things that no one else at the time could ever offer her.

Peace.

Silent tears still followed the law of gravity as she let them fall. How could she be so stupid?

"You're killing yourself!"

Oh Jeremy…if only—

"Haven't seen Greta in a while. Maybe she did us a favor and left."

Oh great. Her morning just couldn't get any better. She had been AWOL for a couple of days and even though the youngest Salvatore came to "her room" to check on her he couldn't see her. Which she was thankful for.

However, she didn't like this being-able-to-hear-everything-in-the-house ghost perk at all. She really had to find a way to turn that off.

"No, I think she's still here," she heard Stefan say. She guessed they were in the kitchen, only because it sounded like they took breaths to drink something she didn't want to think about.

"Is it just me or do you like having a ghost witch haunting us?"

"She's not haunting us."

"She broods. Well, there goes a reason why you two get along so well."

Bonnie sat up, pulling her legs over to dangle off the edge of the bed.

"Or maybe it's because I wasn't making insensitive comments about her every chance I got."

"Don't start regretting it now," Damon teased, "I make sure I take every opportunity by storm."

"Asshole," Bonnie muttered, immediately finding herself sitting at their table, farthest from them. They were stunned at first but then quickly went back to drinking from their mugs.

Note to self: Practice controlling her ghost powers.

"You must have a thing for popping up at the most inconvenient of times," the dark haired man finally said, looking towards her.

She didn't reply but turned to Stefan to address him instead, "Good morning."

"Morning," he grinned to her as he poured himself another cup of heated blood.

Dead or alive, that will forever make her stomach turn in on itself.

"What are your plans today, Kiki? Haunting the people you hate the most? Stalking the guy you had the biggest crush on when you was alive? School?"

Bonnie shrugged, humoring him, "I would haunt you, but seeing as your entire being makes me want to posses someone just so I can gauge my eyes out, that doesn't seem all that appealing."

"For a self-righteous, goody-two-shoes witch, you sure are dark."

"I've put an Original Vampire in comatose—and almost killed him. It wasn't all that life altering."

Damon was quiet for a moment as he looked at her, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief, "You?"

"Yeah. Me."

"But you're tiny."

"The smallest ones tend to always bring the bigger ones down with ease."

"Now, now, Judgey. Wouldn't want you belie—"

"—Believing in my own witches' brew. Right. But I took you down without raising a finger or looking in your general direction. You're not so big and bad as you like to think yourself to be Damon."

He fell silent again, looking at her with a newfound curiosity and Bonnie felt self-conscious all over again. How could she forget Damon's overbearing gaze? She held it anyway, challenging him as he smirked at her, shrugging his shoulders before finishing his drink.

She had the incredible urge to show him just how strong she was. It…kind of bothered her that he shrugged her off so easily anyway. Just like old times.

"Well," he stood to his feet, "I've got some charming to attend to with the town's mayor. You kids stay out of trouble for me."

And he was gone in a blur.

Stefan looked to Bonnie in question, "An original vampire?"

Confused for a moment, the teenager only looked at him in question.

"You and an Original Vampire?"

"…oh. Yeah."

He tilted his head to the side slightly, "I only heard so little about them…"

"Hopefully…it stays that way."

Stefan's eyes encouraged her to go on but she didn't feel like it.

Taking the hint, Stefan finished his cup and stood to his feet as well, "I have school…you can come with if you like."

That was a good idea. Keep an eye on him; maybe sabotage him and Elena ever getting the chance to get together. But…she didn't have it in her. She couldn't bare going to that school and watching her friends be ignorant of her very existence. The very thought of it hurt her.

"No…that's ok. Thank you."

"You sure? Staying in this big house by yourself, another day, doesn't sound like an ideal peaceful afterlife thing to do."

"You'd be surprised."

Stefan nodded, not because he understood, but he knew not to press her. He waved his goodbye and a, "See you when I get home."

And that made her smile in gratitude.

Stefan was right.

Staying back by her lonesome wasn't ideal at all.

It leaves her having the entire day to think and thinking upsets her, reminding her of all the mistakes, and loses she had accumulated to that very point. She refused to sit around and mop about. Not for the third day in a row. It's time she did something reckless.

So she turned on the stereo in the living room and danced.

Okay. So it wasn't that reckless but it did make her feel a whole lot better. Whilst turning on the stereo, she discovered a new ghost perk: she affects electronics. She can will the stereo to turn up or down without having to touch it.

And swinging her hips about made the lamps flicker, while pointing towards the kitchen made the microwave beep in protest.

She didn't know how long she was dancing but she didn't hear the front door opening and closing and she didn't hear footsteps coming towards her.

What she did hear was a low chuckle, making her whirl around in horror.

Electric, yet amused, blue eyes had caught her in something that was personal: dancing like her ghostly life depended on it. All the electronics cut off and a couple of things, like a pretty expensive vase, came crashing to the floor. Ah…she had made some objects float in her state of aloofness. Splendid.

Damon's amused facial expression quickly disappeared when the vase fell and he cringed at the crash soon after. He then cut his eyes at her, making her feel a lot smaller than she already was.

"Sorry!" She squeaked, hating herself for sounding like such a child, in front of him no less! "I'll—I'll make it up to you."

He raised an irritated brow before shaking his head, "You did already. I caught you in a state of vulnerability. The look on your face was priceless."

"But your vase—"

"Whatever, Bonnie," he silenced her, going to pour himself a glass of bourbon.

"But—"

"Drop it. You're good at that sort of thing anyways from what I just witnessed."

She frowned, but then her face twisted in disgust, "Leave it to you to make that into a double meaning."

He bounced his brows, "You sound like you've been a witness to this fact for quite some time. There's a lot more to you than you're letting on, and I'm going to find out one way or another. Or-we could cut to the chase and you tell me who you really are."

Bonnie forgot Damon wasn't a complete idiot when he wasn't pining after Elena. Especially now.

"Uh."

He took a sip of his drink, waiting for her to continue.

Talk about embarrassing. Having Damon walk in on her dancing, to her apologizing for breaking his vase, and then him having a feeling she wasn't telling them the full story of her being there. All in under five minutes.

He grumbled suddenly, "And she disappears with her tail in between her legs. Not surprised."

He was then thrown across the room against the wall. She couldn't have him get away with saying that now could she?

A/N: I have no business making a new fanfiction story. Alas...Review anyway.