Disclaimer: Supernatural and The Vampire Diaries are both property of The CW Network, Warner Bros. Television, Eric Kripke, L. J. Smith, Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec respectively. I claim no ownership of any characters originating from said productions.

Author's Note: Truth be told, I stopped watching both TVD and SPN a long time ago. Thursday nights have become reserved for On Demand catch-up of other shows, and Friday nights have always been reserved for beer. But I do read the recaps and all kinds of crazy has been going down in both show's that leave me either side-eying the writers or throwing my hands up in a WTF jester.
Thank goodness for fanfic. This is my attempt to remedy the mess that Gamble's done to my boys and the crapshoot that has become any storyline that involves Bonnie. Everything is AU from TVD 3x18 ep onwards and completely AU starting at season 3 of SPN.

In short, "I aim to misbehave." I just hope you enjoy the ride. This is un-beta'd, so please excuse any mistakes.

Warnings: Adult language and situations, violence…the usual suspects.

Parings: Sam/Bonnie/Tyler, Sam/Ruby, Dean/?, and UST Bonnie/Dean. Stefan/Elena/Damon triangle still intact, slight Caroline/Tyler, Caroline/Klaus and full on Caroline/Matt/Rebekah (because if those two ever got along they'd make one hell of a blonde power couple, and the thought of a Matt sandwich amuses me.) Couples subject to change at my whim on the account that there will be way too much Pretty in this story to keep everyone monogamous.

Born Under a Bad Sign
Prologue

If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all.
-Albert King

The funny thing about friends was that they were sometimes too damned concerned about your feelings to speak an obvious truth.

And the obvious truth when it came to Bonnie was that she was loosing it.

At first she could understand why they hadn't voiced the worry that was so obvious in in their eyes and the slight frown on the corners of their lips whenever they looked her way. She had been through hell the past couple of weeks. Between the Original family, her mother's turning and Klaus threatening just about everyone she cared about to perform the unbinding spell, she had more then enough reasons to be withdrawn. Incensed. Even more embittered with everything around her.

All of these were normal reactions for Bonnie. And this wasn't the first time she didn't care to hear Elena's 'everything is my fault' platitudes. Nor was it the first time Caroline ignored her attempts to be left alone, barging into her home to drag her out of bed, shovel coffee and scrambled eggs down her throat and cart her off to school.

In truth both of her best friends had been great. Knowing when to back off and when to push respectively. Knowing that she just needed time to process everything before she could really talk about all that happened without losing it and destroying something in a fit of magical rage. She knew her limitations and there were a lot of them. But she also knew her powers, and the anger that had been boiling inside her was strong enough she could taste it in the back of her throat for days. Hot and almost metallic, it was not unlike the blood Stefan had forced her to drink after Damon damn near tore her neck out. With a witch, anger like hers was a blaze that always needed to be put out gently.

And she had been getting there. Between the many meditations in the quiet of her house, or Caroline's impromptu movie marathon nights, or the increasingly easily gifted smiles she and Elena shared as they passed each other in the school hallways, still not really speaking but letting each other know that their sisterhood was still there, she was getting better.

It all came to a head after leaving the Mikaelson household where Damon was still tethered up like a pig for slaughter and Klaus was probably overseeing his torture with that smarmy look of his. Though she wanted nothing more than to be a hundred miles away her shaking legs could no longer handle the weight of everything. The pressure that had been sitting on her chest for god knows how long finally let go and she cried until she thought she'd be sick.

Cathartic. That word that Mrs. Bradley had been stuck on during their freshman literature class finally had a real world meaning for her. When she was able to get her breathing under control and her feet back under her she realized she didn't exactly feel better. But she felt less… raw. Lighter somehow.

She walked away, turning her back on the house and only half caring who was going to show up to save Damon's sorry ass as she wiped the tears away. She knew she should have called someone to come a pick her up. Mystic Falls wasn't exactly a safe place to walk during the daylight hours and doing it at night was just asking for trouble. But getting a ride would involve explaining and she just wanted the night to be over. To crawl in her bed after a hot shower and forget everything around her for the next day or two. To just be left alone.

Figuring her life couldn't be such a cosmic joke that something else could go terrible wrong in the fifteen minutes it would take her to get home, she took the risk of huffing it by foot. If she had known what was waiting ahead for her, she would have gone back and begged Klaus for an escort home. Would have cut open a vein and offered to pay in blood if it would have saved her from experiencing what she didn't see the car at first.

As she was coming around a curve in the rode the insistent beeping of her cell let her know the battery was one button push away from dying distracted her. She slowed her stride, head bent down as she dug in her purse to turn off the phone. As always it had found its way to the bottom of her bag and she was shoving aside her keys and old tubes of lip gloss when a lightening bolt of awareness shot down her spine and stopped her in her tracks. She hitched in a breath as her head snapped up to see a silver sedan parked half-hazardly on the side of the rode, the back door opened slightly.

Everything in her told her to turn and run. Her powers were sizzling throughout her body, ebbing a flowing with the suddenly accelerated beat of her heart. That primordial part of her consciousness was screaming at her that something was wrong there, very wrong, and whatever it was she wanted no part of it. Wanted to be far away from it.

She wasn't one to scare easily or to back down when facing a fear, but she also almost always listened to her intuition. At that moment she figured it was better to tuck tail and live another day then to play the inquisitive hero. Whatever happened there was evil in it's pure and simplest form. Standing thirty feet from the car she could feel it, covering the area like a dome with a thick oppressiveness that almost made it hard to breath. And it was quiet. There was no symphony of southern bugs filling the air, just the muted beep coming from her phone and the open door of the car.

She took a step back, surveyed the dark woods on both sides and realized how isolated she was. Cursing herself for being so stuck in her own head that she literally walked herself right into the situation, she was one muscle twitch away from bolting when she saw the toy laying on the road, visible only because the sedan's interior lights were illuminating the area around it.

She whimpered in the back of her throat, because despite everything her instinct was telling her she knew she was going over there. She had to. It was probably a trap to lure someone in and she was stupid for even considering it, but if there was a child there she had to be sure whoever that doll (with hair made from red yarn and wearing a checkered dress) belonged to was alright.

"No, no, no," she whispered almost feverishly as if to talk herself out of it. But her feet were moving forward regardless, her right hang clutching the straps of her purse so hard she could hear to leather creaking.

Halfway through her approach she was able to both feel and smell death there. The air was ripe with so much blood and she could see splatters of it on the car's windows. Licking her dry lips she, she moved further to the left of the vehicle, not wanting to be too close and certainly not wanting to get too good of a look of what was inside. Her pulse was beating so fast she could fell it pounding in her temples, and she ground her teeth together when she was finally able to get a look in the back seat.

And saw nothing.

Well, not nothing. There was still blood everywhere, like someone had flung around a paintbrush loaded with it. So much blood that she knew whoever it belonged to couldn't have survived. But there were no bodies to go with it. No little girl. No parents slumped over the steering wheel or passenger seat.

She ground her teeth harder, feeling an ache in her jaw as she looked around in confusion. There was no blood on the ground around the car or leading from it. The only thing she saw in the meager light was a discarded cigarette butt and that damn doll that she was more sure then ever had been left there as bait.

Whatever bravery that had led her there was quickly being replaced by panicky fear and she clamped down on it as best as she could. There was no time for that. She had to get out of there before whatever did this came back to see what their trap had caught.

She started running through her options. Her powers were probably the safest the rely on. But the malevolence that still hung in the air was old, older then any supernatural being she'd had the misfortune of coming across. Already drained from casting the unbinding spell, she didn't know if she had enough left in her the defend herself.

Her only other choices were running or calling for help. Not liking her odds she tried to calm her nerves by controlling her breathing, looking around the whole time and feeling vulnerable standing there in the middle of the road.

"Okay, you can do this," she whispered as she slid her purse from her shoulder to her elbow, intent on digging out her phone (that was still singing it's swan song) and attempt to make a least one call. And regardless if that worked or not, she planned to run like hell after.

Something came from behind and slipped a hand around her forearm. She screamed, loud and piercing because whatever grabbed her had images flying through her head. Images of terrible, sadistic things that made her stomach sour and bile rise up her throat. She suddenly understood what happened to the poor people that owned the car. And she understood even more that the thing that had it's cold, tight grip on her was ancient in way she couldn't even began to comprehend and it had plans for her. Plans it had spent millenniums working on and it was finally time for her to play her part.

Her powers swelled and she lashed out with them, throwing that abomination so far away that she heard it crashing into the woods as she bolted in shear terror for the only safety available. The car

It was such a stupid, horror movie move to make. But in her panic she could only think of putting something solid between herself and whatever it was that had grabbed her. Using the last bit of her magic she engaged the locks after climbing into the backseat and slamming the door shut.

Looking out the windows into the darkness surrounding her, she dumped her purse and began to search blindly for her cell phone, gagging the whole while. The smell of blood and other things was suffocating inside with all the doors closed. Her eyes were tearing up and she fought back a sob when she heard a giggle from outside.

She never realized how creepy a child's laughter could be.

A figure suddenly banged into the side of the car and she shrieked, scooting away to the opposite side, pressing her back into the door as she eyed the young girl grinning at her through the window. She couldn't be a day over seven, with rounded cheeks and impossibly large eyes. She couldn't make out the color of them or her hair, but she could see enough to know that she was cute. Adorable even. Except for her smile, that gave it away. There was no way someone so young could wear a smile as old and gruesome as that.

"Go away!"

The little girl (thing?) laughed again. "Now that was a silly thing to say. I'm not going anywhere. I've waited a long, long time for someone like you to come along, Bonnie."

She moaned, feeling drained and trapped, not knowing what to do. "What do you want from me?"

"I just want to come inside and play." She heard the door handle rattle. "Won't you let me in?"

Something in the way she spoke let her know she didn't mean just being let inside the car.

"You can go to hell," Bonnie yelled with more conviction then she felt.

The smile vanished then and suddenly the girl's pupils disappeared, leaving nothing but white. Bonnie blinked, astounded because she'd never seen something like that before and feeling her heart skip a beat because she'd obviously pissed the thing off.

"Now that wasn't a very nice thing to say."

The girls fist came up and she watched as it came down on the window hard enough to crack the safety glass. Bonnie didn't sit around to wait for her to break all the way through.

She climbed into the front, ignoring the drying blood and spongy pieces of flesh as she searched franticly for something to defend herself with. Behind her she could hear the glass being broken out punch by punch just as her eyes landed on the car keys still in the ignition. Sliding into the drivers seat, she turned on the car and gunned the gas so hard the back tires fishtailed in the dirt a few seconds before gaining traction.

The thing trying to get in let out a screech as it was forced to yank itself from the remains of the back window. Bonnie looked at the rearview mirror long enough to see it standing in the middle on the road, fists clenched as it was bathed in red from the retreating car's taillights.

She didn't remember the drive but somehow she found herself parked in front of the boarding house in one piece and Caroline was pleading for her to unlock the door before she pulled it off it's hinges. It took her a moment to realize she was crying hysterically, taking in huge gulps of air that hurt as they went down. There was music coming from the speakers, some Kidz Bop album that was so out of place in that moment that it felt surreal. She started beating on the radio, trying to silence it as her chest tightened. A small part of her understood that she was having a panic attack but she couldn't care enough to try to calm down, even as the edges of her vision started to go dark and the world closed in on her.

She didn't know how long she'd been out, but she didn't feel at all rested when she came to and everything was still as fresh in her mind as if it had happened only seconds ago. One look around the room let her know she was still at the Salvatore's. She sat up, looking down at the clean clothes she was wearing and not seeing any blood anywhere. Someone must have bathed and changed her. She hoped they burned what she had on earlier.

A creak from the doorway announced someone entering and she looked over to see Stefan standing there. It wasn't the person she wanted to see.

"Bonnie," he said by way of greeting, "How are you feeling?"

She let out a pathetic chuckle, pressing the heel of her hands into her eyes, trying to fight back tears. She thought she'd be cried out by now. "I just had the worst night of my life. How do you think I feel?"

When she looked up again he was sitting in a chair by the bed. She flinched back and he frowned at her.

"What happened to you? Did you hurt someone? That car you pulled up in…" he trailed off, the look on his face saying enough.

"I didn't do that," she said with clenched teeth, anger gathering at the fact that he could even entertain the idea that she could be responsible for such carnage. "It was like that when I found it. I was trying to help when that thing grabbed me."

"What thing?" he asked

She shook her head, her anger evaporating as she recalled standing by the car and smelling the blood, and the feel of that cold hand on her arm. "Oh, god. I saw what happened to them. When that, that thing touched me. I saw what it did and it was terrible. "

"What thing, Bonnie?" Stefan pushed.

"I don't know what it was! It was wearing that little girl like a suit. It was so old, Stefan," she shivered a little, "And it had white eyes. I made it mad and it's eyes turned white."

"White eyes?"

She nodded, "It wasn't like anything I've seen before. There was nothing good in it. Just old and evil."

A look of recognition crossed his face briefly before he sat back in the chair. She could see the wheels turning in his head, those every present frown lines deepening as he looked over her head.

"You know something." It came out like an accusation. Stefan turned his hazel eyes back to her and sighed.

"I'm not sure. I'll need to check some things first," he stood then, pressing a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her to lay back down, "In the mean time you get some more rest. Caroline and Elena should be up in a sec. They're making you some soup."

"I'm not hungry," she said, her stomach revolting at the very idea of food.

"You've been asleep for almost two days. You need to eat."

"What? That's not possible."

"You know what happens when you drain your magic," he looked down at her, still frowning, "Just lay down, Bonnie, and let us take care of you. We owe you that at the very least."

She was sure there was an apology in there somewhere and for that reason she relaxed back onto the bed and wiped at her watery eyes. He nodded his head once, giving her a half smirk before leaving the room.

It took her nearly all that evening to convince them to let her go home. Both Elena and Caroline insisted on going with her, driving her to her dad's house where she packed up a bag before heading to her Grams'. She didn't know why she wanted to be there of all places. It just felt safe. Safer then any other place in Mystic Falls at the moment.

They curled up together in her old bed just like they did as kids and she tried to explain what happened to her that night. She tried to impress on them the fear that pumped like ice through her veins. How afraid she'd been and still was. Eventually they all fell asleep, exhausted from the events of the past few days. But she woke up not soon after, panting and sweating from the nightmare she'd had. It had been full of black smoke and glowing, white eyes.

That had been a week ago. She hadn't stepped foot outside since then.

She roamed around the house, checking the locks on the doors and windows. Pouring through Sheila's library trying find anything that would explain what she saw that night. And why it wanted her.

Caroline made attempts to get her out but Bonnie had made it quite clear she wasn't going anywhere. Not as long as that thing was out there. She could still feel it sometimes, hovering around the property like a caged predator. But something about her Grams' house kept it from getting too close and as long as it couldn't get in she wasn't leaving.

She was still having nightmares every time she closed her eyes though. So she avoided sleeping as much as she could and it was starting to take it's toll. There were bags under her eyes and her skin was starting to gain a slight paler. Every time Elena came over she'd press her lips into a thin line at her appearance. And at times she could hear her and Caroline talking in hushed tones while she was in another room.

But no one was saying anything to her.

She wished they would stop tip-toeing around her and just say what they thought. Because she knew she was unraveling, the constant strain of fear and worry leaving her jumpy and anxious. But that didn't mean that had to treat her like she was broken.

She was far from that. And scared to death or not, she had every intention of finding what that thing was and killing it.