This is mostly AU, set near the beginning of the series.
She wondered did she have the same look on her face when she found out that things like witches and vampires existed. Maybe, she mused. The man was telling them something else now, and Bonnie listened but couldn't find the emotions inside of herself to feel. She had been having that type of problem lately, since Grams.
Pain gripped Bonnie's soul, but she quickly pushed it away, out of her mind along with mumbled Latin and handsome, but sinfully and without a doubt deadly vampire brothers. Then came the flashes of brown haired, brown eyed pretty best friend who seemed to not be that much of a great friend anymore.
She focused. She focused on the man before her, dressed in a crisp, white lab coat and face framed by gray rimmed glasses. The brown haired man didn't seem like much of a threat, or anyone you would give a second glance at. Just a normal doctor.
But the leather strapping her arms to a metal chair and the chains wrapped around Tyler Lockwood's torso told her that this man wasn't some normal doctor. Also the fact that he had just finished telling them something about how he worked for some vampire hunter who wanted to utilize the fact that a werewolf bite was poisonous to a vampire.
Bonnie hadn't know that, but it didn't matter to much to her. Not to sound insensitive, but the man's words explained why he had Tyler wrapped up in chains, since apparently he was some sort of yet to be awakened werewolf, but not why she was here. She was apparently a witch, not a werewolf.
"You're insane," Tyler finally gritted out, coming out of whatever stupor he had fallen into. "What in the hell do you really want from us?"
The doctor pushed his glasses up his nose and fumbled fidgety with metal clip board. "I am not insane, though I can understand why you would assume so, Mr. Lockwood." He cleared his throat. "As for what I want from you..." He paused. "Well, just some research. It is my employer who wants from you."
"I'm a witch," Bonnie found herself mumbling, voice hoarse. She could taste whatever they had used to knock her out still on her lips. Tyler head snapped towards her, eyes wide. She ignored him. "I'm not a werewolf."
The doctor nodded quickly, eyes suddenly excited. "Yes, yes, I know." He breathed. "Amazing, simply amazing how your powers work." He tucked his clip board underneath his arm. "You see, even though your not a with, Ms. Bennett, my research has showed me that I'm going to need you to achieve what my employer desires. I have all of the formulas lined up, its a flawless hypothesis. Witches are great, but what I make is going to be even better." He rambled. "This would have been so much harder if an associate of mine hadn't heard of you, an untrained witch and, you, Mr. Lockwood, an yet to be awakened wolf. This is easier, so much easier then I thought it would be. Though I do feel bad for both of yours lost of freedom and what both of you will have to experience going forward, I feel as if it all will be without a shadow of a doubt worth it. I just hope you both remember that I am only doing my half of this deal in the name of science, my employers reasons are his own."
Bonnie clenched her teeth. "What are you going to do to us?" She asked unsure if she wanted to.
"As of right now, fit both of you with collars, just to make sure there won't be any unwanted incidents, also my employers wants ways to control you both."
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The collars were a mix between metal and some type of spandex. Bonnie didn't have a mirror, but she assumed hers resembled the dark gray, blinking choker around Tyler's neck.
Her fingers came up to brush across the object as she watched Tyler pace the floor like an enraged bull. His football jacket was wrinkled and dirty, smudged with dirt and mud. His bruised face and tussled hair told her he hadn't been captured easily, unlike her.
It had been a about an hour she guessed since they had reawakened after the initial placing of the collars around their necks that had knocked them out, or at the very least her out, with a surge of sudden pain. They had reawakened in a new room, this one bigger and home to a large bed, a table and a single dresser. Bonnie glanced down, their was also a light brown rug. There was a single door, heavy, black, and foreboding opposite the bed. The door was locked, actually, it didn't even have a handle.
"Are you really a witch?"
Bonnie blinked, gaze flickering up to Tyler's. She thought about the question, the first thing he had said to her since them waking up here. In an odd way she wasn't sure how to answer that. A simple 'yes' didn't seem like enough, and she felt as if she should have a better explanation.
"Yeah," she ended up saying, watching his reaction. His dark eyes narrowed.
"And this whole thing about vampires is true, they exist?" He demanded.
"Stefan, the new guy, he's one." She answered.
Tyler snorted disdainfully. "Of course," he grunted and turned his back to her before plopping himself down on the bed. It winced underneath his weight. "Why are we here? What is that lunatic planning on doing to us?"
Bonnie frowned. "I don't know. I'm in the same position you are Tyler, I don't know anything."
He glared at her unhappily. "You should," he accused, "you know about all of this witch and vampire shit."
"I don't know why we were brought here." She huffed. "I only found out I was a witch a couple of weeks ago, all of this is new to me to."
"Right," he grumbled. Bonnie frowned.
"I'm starting to think you think this is my fault." She didn't know why she said it, but she could feel her frustration at everything boil over.
Tyler rolled his eyes and looked away from her. "Shut up, Bonnie."
"Don't tell me to shut up, Tyler." It was her turn to start pacing now. The weight of their situation suddenly hitting her. The collar around her neck suddenly felt tight, she tugged at it and winced when it zapped her finger. She quickly removed her hand and stared down at her reddened finger tips. Tears sprung to the young woman's eyes. "I just want to go home," she mumbled to herself.
A low hiss brought her attention away from her fingers and to the door which quickly slid open. The doctor stepped into the room, the door shutting behind him. Before the door closed completely, Bonnie caught sight of two armed men outside the door. Her heart sank.
"Good evening, Ms. Bennett, Mr. Lockwood, I hope your new accommodations is to your liking. I would like to make this experience as pleasant as possible and thought a more homey arrangement would be welcome. I also thought I would be nice of me to keep you two together."
"You know, what would make this experience even more pleasant is if you let us go." Tyler bit out as he stood from the bed.
"I can't do that, so just stop asking." The doctor shrugged. Tyler's tan face reddened with anger as he took a step towards the man. "Ah, ah," the doctor chided. Tyler stopped, his face twitching in pain, his finger flew up to the collar. "It won't allow you to hurt me or my employer, either of you." He glanced at Bonnie.
"Tyler," Bonnie whispered worriedly as Tyler's fingers fell from the collar, but his body started to tremble as he stared slightly wide eyed at the doctor.
"Now that's over, wouldn't both of you like to find out why you're here?" He questioned lightly.
Tyler's nostrils flared as he glared hatefully at the man. Bonnie forced her eyes off her classmate and onto the man they were currently at the mercy of.
"Why are we here?" She demanded.
The man nodded, his expression professional. "My employer wants weapons to rid the world of vampires. Its a goal he holds onto strongly, he's been dreaming of it many, many years. I won't tell me why he has such hate for vampires and I've never really outwardly asked, you see, he just sort of makes it clear he doesn't want anyone to ask." He shrugged. "Anyway, back on topic, I always do that, go off subject and what not. As I was saying, he wants weapons and as I said before a werewolf's bite it toxic to vampires and his idea to utilize that is simply brilliant. He wants his own werewolves to use against the vampires and with my research I've come up with a way for him to have powerful wolves that he can use whenever he pleases, but I needed an untapped werewolf and a witch to do it, that is where you two come in. I'm going to need you two to have sexual relations and procreate. How many wolves that are needed are at first up to the success of the experiment and then to however many my employer wishes for. You two only have to worry about the procreating, we have everything else under control. You will have to wait however, we need to awaken the curse Tyler first, I have to administer the drugs before that to ensure our desired result, but the procreating can began surely by weeks end, I think."
"No," Bonnie whispered harshly, suddenly finding it a struggle to breathe.
"No?" The doctor questioned with a heavy amount of confusion. "Oh, dear, you don't really have a choice."