I'm really sorry that I didn't completed my other fictions, although I told some users I would. I kinda lost my inspiration so I'm coming up with a new one. Hope you like it!

It's mostly about Bamon and their effort to put things right and take out Klaus. It's not that I wrote Elena off without a reason. She appear, too and you'll see why she wasn't around when the trio met to make plans.

I don't own any of these characters – only 'Mr. Lorenz' :D

Chapter 1 - A plan to hold on to

Bonnie Bennett felt uncomfortable. It wasn't the fact that she was sitting in the dead

of the night in a deserted classroom. It was the bad feeling curling inside of her and

she knew the reason for it. She was concerned about the reason for their secret

meeting and afraid for the people she loved. There was no sign that Stefan was alive

and Klaus was still out there.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Bonnie" Alaric Saltzman gave

her a nod and took a seat opposite to her. "I'm sorry for all the circumstances.

Damon kept following me the whole day. That was the best option to talk to you

alone." Alaric placed a cardboard box full of books on the table. "He's suspecting us

of hiding something from him." He noticed the worried look of the witch. "Kinda

spooky in here, huh?" Bonnie smiled by courtesy. Despite of his inner pain he still

tried to be the humorous teacher to cheer her up. Not even her Dad had been caring

about her like that. She decided to play along. "It's a little too peaceful for my taste

but I've seen worse." She glanced at the books he was taking out of the box and let

her curiosity taking control over her. "You said you had a plan. What is it?"

Alaric hesitated for a moment turning his glance from the books to the witch. "Look,

this might be really odd." He gave her an apologizing look like he wanted to warn

her of the craziness of his plan. "It's something I found in the unknown Grimoires

collection of Mystic Falls. They're full of ancient rituals." Bonnie frowned. "There

are other Grimoires in Mystic Falls we haven't known of?" That was odd.

"Apparently, yes," he said. "And there seems to be one ritual that could work for us."

Alaric opened the book riffling through it. Bonnie made no move to interrupt him.

"It's a complicated process to sharpen the powers of a witch." Alaric scribbled some

symbols Bonnie had seen in her Gram's books before. "You have enough powers to

do anything, right?" Bonnie regarded him carefully. "Anything my Grams could do, I

guess." The teacher's voice was thick with excitement "But there's way more you

could do, Bonnie!" He gave her the sheet of paper he had scribbled the symbols on.

"This ritual that makes you channel your powers. And once you do they get sharp

enough to receive any frequency." He was all smiles now. Elegantly, he rose and

walked over to the blackboard to illustrate his words. "The keyword is Aerokinesis.

You will be able to receive any electrical wave and by that I mean thoughts, feelings,

anything that was sent by a human being into the air." Bonnie got confused. "How

would that help us to find Klaus?" The big smile on his face faded as he spoke. "You

could locate him by the captures you get through the air. I can't promise you that it

will work out the way we want it to be. It's a complex ritual." The witch felt the

exhaustion in her head. Great! she thought. There was no assurance that it would

work and Bonnie wasn't even sure if these ancient books were trustworthy. "We

have no other choice left, Bonnie." Alaric crouched down next to her. "Klaus doesn't

want to be finded. Clairvoyance, you know, the usual spells to locate someone, don't

work on him. It's our last hope." It hurt to see him pleading like that. Bonnie felt the

blank embarrassment rushing through her. She was supposed to encourage him, not

the other way around. "Tell me about the ritual," she said firmly causing a relieved

smile on the history teacher's face.

Damon Salvatore punched the blank wall. He never had stopped hating that living

room but without Stefan it was even more unbearable. He glanced at the instruments

lying on the parquet flooring. He had been using them to gain on Klaus. Even after

the torture none of his captives had any further information about the origin. So he

had killed them off without thinking about it twice. The vampire was about to fill

another glass when he heard a noise like the static in a bad line. First he ignored it

and took another hit but it seemed to grow ever louder. Whatever it is, I'm gonna rip

its heart off, he thought.

Lightning, he scurried around the house to find nothing. Maybe he wasn't healed

after all and his visions started to haunt him again. Oddly, he noticed the blackish

stains on the mirror as he returned to the living room. Damon had no idea when the

mirror got that dirty but he was too drunk to care anyway. The noise was still

echoing in the room and he groped for the bottle to cool down. "Would you mind to

turn it a little down?" he joked holding his head towards the ceiling. The noise cut off

abruptly. "Cheers!" he said thankfully imitating to chink glasses through the air. He

glanced at the dirt at the mirror again and almost choked on his drink. The black

parts of the mirrors he had mistaken for stains consisted of letters. Did he just

oversee them because he had been too drunk? "Oh crap," he groaned as he took a

closer look at the letters. The letters were in Latin and it only reminded Damon of his

ill-tempered teacher from over 100 years ago. Of course he had no idea about the

meaning of these words. His loathing for that subject had never vanished. How could

a father even put his closest kin through that nightmare when French had already

become the new hook up language of the south? He shuddered by the image of his

Latin teacher. "What are you doing?" A grumpy skinny man with a powerful voice

appeared in the midst of the room. "Mr Lorenz?" Damon couldn't hide the

astonishment in his voice. The air was filled with the unbearable stench of his

lavender scent. The next moment the walls were vibrating with an infernal yelling of

the German teacher. It was like in a cheap comedy show. "Why haven't you finished

your work yet, discipulus!" That was above all boundaries of craziness! Damon

flinched back in blank trauma. It was like living through the nightmare all over

again. "This can't be real," he whispered. It was a statement. There was not the

merest doubt in his voice. "I'm having a nightmare."

Alaric Saltzman was relieved. Jeremy had just said that everything had been okay at

home so far. He put away his cell phone and checked the time. Bonnie had been

perusing the steps of the ritual for almost half an hour now. "All I have to do is

ingesting this brew-up, right?" She asked finally. When it came to the point she

could act like a professional without freaking out about how crazy a plan was. Alaric

wondered if it was a witch thing to be as disciplined and intent as Bonnie was.

"That's it," he said. Bonnie leaned back "So you're saying we have all these herbs?"

Alaric scratched his head. He hoped she would still stick to their plan after hearing

what he was about to say. "There's a little kink in the plan," he said pretending

indifference. Bonnie wished she wouldn't be able to sense the great anxiety inside of

him. Nervously, she closed the book. "What is it?"

Alaric cleared his throat. "There's a plant called Weinmannia spiraeoides. It is only

found in the Fiji, an island nation in the South Pacific Ocean." Bonnie frowned "And

there's no way to import it from there?" The history teacher contracted his eyebrows

in despair. "It's an extinct species." Bonnie was confused. Alaric was not a good liar

hence she would have noticed it by now if he had known from the start that the ritual

couldn't be completed. "But there's another way to replace that ingredient," he

finally said. "It's the blood of a supernatural being." The image that came into

Bonnie's mind turned her stomach. She tried to push it away immediately. "And you

know which supernatural being comes into question," Alaric said. He looked at

Bonnie like he was checking if she was still alive. "Look, Bonnie. I know you'd

prefer to involve Caroline. But according to these ancient books the elder the

supernatural being is the more power you can gain from its blood. Damon's our only

option." Alaric gave her a questioning look. The witch was fighting against her

instincts. Gently, she put aside a strand of hair off her face. "Okay", she answered

confidently. "It's nothing I haven't done before. " She pointed on the little

imperceptible scarf on her neck. It was from the night Stefan had saved Bonnie with

his blood right after Damon's attack. "Besides after the journey to the netherworld I

don't think that any other experience can compete with that one" Alaric tried to smile

hiding his blank astonishment. He had never thought it would be that easy to

convince her. At least, not if it was something involved with the cocky vampire.

"Bonnie Bennett, you are full of surprises!" Alaric shook his head playfully. Pleased

to see him laughing, Bonnie grinned back. In the past few days Alaric had become

something like a brother to her. Bonnie had even talked about his great loss with him.

After such a long time of misery he deserved it to laugh. She gestured to throw back

her curly hair and answered in an arrogant tone "I know" Although Bonnie didn't

find it very funny it made them both smile. It was probably the relief of having a plan

at all that activated that kind of hopefulness they haven't been feeling in a long time.

Damon bobbed up with a painful headache. The doorbell had waked him. Wearily,

he robbed his eyes to improve his blurred vision. It was ridiculous that alcohol had

the same effects on vampires. Thankful about being able to read the clock he groaned

with a husky voice "Oh, come on! It's too late for any bribed witnesses."

The vampire smiled as he opened the door. "Rick!" He made a step to stand framed

in the doorframe. "What, you're in the door-to-door-campaign thing now?" Alaric

looked at him sternly. "We need to talk, Damon." The vampire gave him a thoughtful

glance like he was revisiting his options. "If you want to save your brother you let us

in now!" The owner of the imperative voice appeared next to Alaric. "Look at that,"

Damon grinned. "The bossy witch." But he still stepped aside portending them to

enter with an elegant gesture.

"I don't know, Rick." Bonnie whispered. "I mean look at him. He's drunk! Maybe

it's better to let him out of this. We could just ask for his blood without telling him

anything." Alaric and Bonnie had spread several books over the table and were

debating. Damon watched Bonnie from his position of the sofa, legs stretched. No

matter how hard he tried he couldn't pick up on any word from that distance. The

judgy little thing must put a spell on them, he thought. "You're planning to lock me

in, too?" Damon asked the witch jokingly. The witch gave him an annoyed Cut-it-off

look. It was still a mystery to him why he was that way about teasing her. Every

single time he got successful in offending her he felt that blank joy inside of him.

Like it was amusing him to see how much she was bothering about the things he

said. Or he just liked it to see the spiritual features on her face. "Speaking of, how's

our detainee doing?" He said turning provocatively on the sofa to find an optimal

position. "Elena's fine. She would be much better if you wouldn't exist, though."

Bonnie said in a cold tone. "Are you implying something, Judgy?" Damon sat up

ready to argue.

Bonnie looked squarely into his eyes. "I'm not gonna sugarcoat it for you, Damon.

It's your fault that Elena had lost so many people." Damon frowned in confusion.

"What?" Bonnie sighed. Since no one was seeing him as a threat to Mystic Falls any

more it was so typical for her friends not to blame him for anything. She was always

the bad cop telling the truth everyone tried to overlook. "You upset Klaus, Damon.

That's why he picked Jenna for revenge."

Alaric tried to look away as he felt the stabbing pain in his chest hearing the name of

the woman he tried to protect the most. Whenever he dreamed about her he would

still wake up with a crying fit. Damon smiled unimpressively "Trust me, Bonnie!

This time you can't blame me for your ineffectiveness." He rose and walked to the

table. "You let Klaus go." He grabbed a book and regarded its binding. "I assume,

even after all that witch claptrap you just aren't –" He put away the book eyes

focused on her. "capable of killing a vampire." Damon Salvatore stepped closer to

the witch and looked provocatively in her green eyes. "It has nothing to do with your

power, Bonnie." Playfully, he raised an eyebrow. "You are weak" he said it in a

falling tone. "And nothing can change that. Not even the power of all these witches."

Ouch! That had hurt like hell. It was exactly the thing Bonnie felt bad about when

she was lying awake in the midst of the night. After all, she had been the only one

capable of killing Klaus and she had not been able to finish him. She had watched

him escape. "I would have taken them both out. But I trusted Elijah to kill his

brother." Bonnie said in an angry tone hoping she was good at hiding her pain. And

she really was. Damon could only see the great anger in her eyes. It was weird but he

had to admit to himself that he feared the reaction of the powerful witch. She had that

I'm-gonna-give-you-the-worst-aneurism-ever look and even Alaric gave her a

warning glance to detain her from doing something stupid.

But Bonnie wasn't going to attack him in a serious situation like this. Relieved about

that fact, Damon went on "Guess you should be more careful with trusting people. I

mean your relationship with Jeremy and Luca was a disaster. And the thing with your

Granny-" He grabbed her hand mimicking a commiserative look. Immediately,

Bonnie shook his hand off. Damon ignored that move and grinned provocatively.

"She died to save my brother and me, didn't she?" Alaric had lost hope that Damon

would ever stop talking. "Stop it, Damon!" he said despairingly. But Damon had

already found amusement in his game. "I guess you witches are all servants after all.

Servants of us vampires". Damon gestured a big headline with his hands. "Born to

get killed for their masters." The vampire was too drunk and amused to notice that

Bonnie was losing control over her emotions. The next moment Alaric watched

speechlessly how an enormous power gushed out of her pressing Damon against the

wall. Before the vampire's body could fall on the ground Alaric rushed to him

making sure he landed safely. "Too bad that we need you, Damon" Bonnie said.

Damon straightened himself and just gasped at the witch. It was obvious that he did

not see the attack coming. Bonnie turned to Alaric "Let us better do this tomorrow."

Her voice revealed how weary she was. "The last thing I want to deal with is a

wasted Damon." Alaric nodded in silence and the both of them went through the

door leaving an absentminded vampire behind.

The next day Bonnie Bennett was sitting with her friend Caroline and her boyfriend

at The Grill. "Wow" the Barbie vampire said with a high voice. "I can't believe you

are actually doing this. I mean, hey, it's Damon, right?" She darkened her voice

mimicking a dramatic speech. "The evil vampire you tried to kill off once." Bonnie

rolled her eyes. "That's a far cry from saying that my opinion's changed, Caroline. I

still don't trust him." Caroline gave her a brief whatever-shrug and grabbed a handful

of peanuts to scoff it into her mouth. The witch heard a vibration alert and took out

her cell phone to check on it and saw Alaric's name on the screen. "Is something

wrong?" she asked carefully. "We need to talk" The voice said swiftly. "Look,

Bonnie. This is important. Just go outside and use a spell so no one is able to

eavesdrop."

A shiver ran down her spine. She knew immediately that something was wrong.

"Who is it?" Caroline asked with concern as Bonnie rose. "It's Rick," Bonnie said

barely. She gave Jeremy a brief glance. "I'll be right back," she said. Still on the

phone, she hurried to get outside. Caroline regarded Jeremy worriedly. He had been

quiet the whole time. "Hey, I'm sure it's something important." She tried to smile

impassively. "You know, something about the ritual." Jeremy was still looking at the

table. "Yeah, whatever," he said with a cold voice. As he saw Tyler walking to their

table he stood up and disappeared in the direction of the exit. "What's he up to?"

Tyler asked confused. "I have no idea," Caroline said. She looked worried to the exit.

It was like the Emo Kid was all back again.

Crouching under the steel staircase Bonnie Bennett listened to the words of her

history teacher. It might look pretty ridiculous how she was crouching there but it

was an easy location to put a spell on and the best shot she had. "Listen," the voice

said. "There's something going on; Damon and I have experienced some unusual

events today. We don't know what it is yet but it's like something's trying to hamper

the ritual." Bonnie felt like she was choking. Images of the Origin appeared in her

head. It sent chills up down her spine. If Klaus was trying to stop them at least that

would mean that they were in the right path to save Stefan. "We have to do it

tonight." The voice interrupted her thoughts. The witch mulled over the single steps

of the ritual once again. "Okay," she said. "I see you tonight then" As she was about

to hang up she heard the last words she wished she didn't. "And Bonnie, please be

careful. We could be being watched."