University Daze

by PixieThomas

Meet Bonnie, Elena, and Caroline, as they get through their second year of college. Enter Damon, Stefan, and others lost adrift. After a death of a history teacher, their life and those in it gets flipped upside down as they begin to unravel the conspiracy and mystery behind the Moonstone and the people who want the Moonstone. Eventual Bamon, with other couplings. AU.

1. University Haze

University Daze

Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: I don't own any of Vampire Diaries, never will, I'm just having a little fun, but again I don't own the idea, characters, story, novel idea or TV show.

This is again AU, no powers, and just regular people, living regular lives, not that that will stop any of things from popping up that I have planned. Please read and review. I want to know how you guys feel about this. With a few changes, but I will let you figure that out. Sorry this chapter is well choppy to me. Sorry for any errors in words, I don't have a beta, and when I go over things, I'm bound to miss something.

Enjoy!

Barely lit with papers stacked and scattered all across the spacious room covering two vintage leather couches with scuffed and torn edges. The walls were aligned with shelves covered to the brim with books arranged by dates with assorted colours of rustic flavorings. Two doors stand in between the clutter of book shelves parallel to each other, one leading the corridor, closed, the other slightly ajar leading to another room that was very well lit, the light reaching into the room. The only other light is a dim oil lamp sitting atop of a lushly dark wood desk with ornate hard carvings along the edges; leather bound journals and hardback books with tattered ridges. Books were strewn over the floor laying open to random pages, some torn apart collecting dust on muddy coloured rug covering the plain 'stone' laminate flooring. Pens and notes scattered everywhere. Pieces of paper ripped apart and collecting in random sections of the room. Something was a miss, even for a room that always had a note of disorder.

Struggled breaths came from behind one of the sofas. A man in his mid fifties lay on the floor barely gasping for air. His clothing scuffed and scratched showing signs of a tussle. His gray hair usually neatly combed and pressed against his scalp, was messy and unkempt gathering in the way of his sight. A trickle of blood fell from his lips, as the area around his lips grew plump and began mimicking the colour of crimson. Other bruises were forming around his face; creating a pain he never knew possible. The glasses wrapped around his neck with a maroon adjustable strap splayed across his face, broken, not that he had the point to care. His lungs were struggling to keep air in them, and his heart was beginning to slow in its beating.

After stumbling upon some interesting pieces and notes that for some reason had been unnoted in the majority of other history books and essays, he joyous called an old colleague who was also looking into this mysterious puzzle that had become their lives. Why would an artifact of historic measure be buried throughout history? As if it were Voldermort at the beginning of the Harry Potter books, something that must be named. He was on a quest to figure that out, not without some help. His colleague didn't answer the phone and he felt the information to critical to leave it over a machine so he simple left with a "call me back, its about what we've been discussing". Not even an hour later a large man bolts through the door and begins knocking him about. After tossing him aside from roughing him up thoroughly, the man began pilfering through his notes before storming into his classroom.

His hands pulled at his cardigan trying to something from his breast pocket. His pale blue eyes searching around the room in vain, without his glasses everything was just a blurry mess. His thick dusty calloused fingers finally pulling out a piece of paper from the thin pocket. Unfolding it as quickly as his hands would allow he focused on what was written on it and then began to move over and he tried to push the yellow paper underneath the sofa. His movements ceased as the loud thumping footprints that crafted this whole situation reentered the room. The old mans breath caught in his throat and he motioned his finger to flick the paper underneath the sofa. Not a moment later he was being picked up roughly by a pair of thick hands and tossed over the man's shoulder. The old man wheezed as his labored breathing was jolted out of him. As his captor turned and walked out the room, he noted the folded yellow paper barely visible from beneath the sofa, the only chance he had for someone to find out what happened to him, to stop it from happening again or to lead them to their deaths just as it would surely lead him.

They left the office room and he watched the door close, he watched helplessly as he saw his printed name on the glass pane of the door, "Hendrickson". He was taken down the long corridor filled with large double paned windows and decorated walls with paintings and educational documents. He heard one of the doors behind him open up, then another door and knew that they were on their way outside. His heart kicked back into gear as it began pacing and irregular speeds. Mr. Hendrickson began to squirm and wiggle as an attempt to get away from the man carrying him. The man carrying him just moved him back into place with ease, a frail mid fifty-year-old man with a diet of coffee and bagels for breakfast and TV microwaveable foods for dinner to really be able to fend for himself. Down about 10 steps from the concrete stairs, he watched his glasses dangle and dance before his eyes as they hung around his neck. He saw the cement turn into a small river of rocks and immediately into moistened grass.

Quickly, after walking through one of the many verdant courtyards of the campus and into a parking lot, which Mr. Hendrickson noticed as the faculty's parking lot, they came to a halt. His captor shifted and soon a car door opened, a few moments later he was thrown into the trunk of what he noticed was his own vehicle, a mild tan coloured 1970's BMW E28. His eyes glanced up as the man stared at the battered teacher quizzically. He leaned over the trunk, still holding onto the lid as he peered over the teacher, though Mr. Hendrickson's eyes could not even capture one accurate detail.

"Who else knows about it?" The man asked sternly.

"I-I-I I have no idea what y-you are talking about?" His voiced cracked easily, his heart racing, he wasn't lying to the man though that didn't stop him from having a very serious hunch.

"Don't get smart teacher! I mean the moonstone, who else knows about it?" His voice boomed and the professor had no idea if the car was making his voice resonate, but it scared him to the bone.

"N-n-n-no one else knows!" He shrieked in response, shocked that he even had one. "I don't even know!" he stated unaware that he might have lied to that…. Big time.

The man just shrugged believing him to be lying. "Well this is to make sure, can't have any students or teachers snooping around for it. Consider this… insurance." He pulled back from the trunk and shut the lid quickly as the professor began to scream and cry out in protest. The sound was very muffled, but still audible as the man got in the front seat and immediately started the car, shutting the door and driving down the street.

The next day, Mr. Hendrickson's body would be found in the driver seat of his vehicle dead, from running into a large tree while driving home due to faulty brakes. One of the Teacher Aids that worked for him will enter his office, tidy things up as if the night before never happened and miss the small piece of paper safely tucked underneath the sofa, which reads 'MOONSTONE'. His family will come and get his things leaving the majority of the office as it was, they only wanted his personal affects, leaving his notes and boos behind for the next teacher. Presumably, everything will go back to normal…

The nightfall was cool and the heat of the sun during the day had finally calmed down leaving just a comfortable temperature. A rich royally blue sky decorated the rooftops and landscape that pulled together the quant dorm housing. For the students who could afford a little more and live in houses, though not have to be apart of a sorority or brotherhood and still be close to school. Rows of 6 houses before the block break on each side of the street. It was a very quant area; you could still be a college student with a bit more responsibility, and not have to worry so much. The lawns were nicely manicured, the school had special attendants to do that and they would even have students of the landscaping class attempt to make fancy things of the front yards.

A small blue sedan pulled up into the neighborhood and parked in front of the houses. A lovely shade of gray with notes of violet coloured house with accent tones of white and along the stairs, columns, and windows framed the popping candy apple red door, that began to open before the occupants of the car could honk their horn. Turning out the last bit of lights in the house, a girl exited the house and double-checked that the door was locked before turning toward the car. Two male faces eagerly smiled at her through a rolled down passenger side window, as she strolled up to them.

She wore a lovely vintage porch party style dress with a twofer type bodice, a sheer black bodice accenting a lovely sweetheart bust line in a faded mustard yellow colour, connecting to faded black bottom of the dress, pleated outward and stopping a little lower then mid thigh, and a pair of low top black converse with yellow straps decorated her feet. In this nighttime splendor her skin shown out a vibrant mocha colour as her dark chocolate hair draped around her shoulders and around her neck. Her vividly green eyes popped around her delicately black eye-lined eyes. She didn't have to try to look wonderful.

"Damn Bonnie, you know this is just a lame bonfire party to end the weekend right?" The driver asked, with short black hair and brown eyes watching her as she got in the back seat. The guy in the passenger seat chuckled and agreed whole-heartedly.

"Shut up Tyler." She said as she buckled her seatbelt and they went on their way to the gathering. He could tell she rolled her eyes as she said his name and he smirked, turned foreword and drove away from the house and the street completely, but not without adding "Says the girl whose dating my uncle." It was meant to sting a little but Bonnie already knew that Tyler had hurt feelings about the whole thing.

Bonnie smiled as she felt the wind coming through Matt's open window. It was almost like a warm breeze, but it felt comfortable, even if it was going to mess up her hair a little. The blond male looked back and smiled at her.

"Hey Bon, I haven't seen you much lately." He said, doubling meaning boiling over.

She glanced at him and leaned forward a little to meet his gaze. "I know, I've been so busy with my classes. I noticed that you haven't been by much."

"Yah, Elena is… I don't know. I think she's mad at me."

Bonnie Bennett sighed. Lately Elena had been trying to run away from her relationship with Matt without much on why. "Well Matt, if you guys are meant to be then you will be. I know that isn't much though." Matt smiled but it wasn't really what he wanted to hear, no matter how true it was.

"Alright enough with the relationship stuff. Let's get ready to party!" Tyler says, his smile evident even from the back seat. Matt laughed through as Tyler turned on some dance sort remix music. Tyler howled loudly and Bonnie laughed along, ready to have a good time.

When they got to the large clearing in the park and parked not to far away thanks to the majority of everyone living near by anyway; Matt and Tyler lived a few miles off campus. The stacked up fire placed in the center of the clearing with a minimal trees about twenty to twenty-five feet away. A few feet from the bonfire collection sat three large logs like benches around the fire. Only three people decided to sit there, probably being affect by the chill, or just extreme lovers of the heat. Some of the trees were bare and leafless, the further in you went, and the more they actually had leaves. Students were scattered mostly in dense tree formed area around the fire, letting it illumine their conversation as they leaned against the saplings. The fire already began to add some colours to their skin, bringing out a comfortable glow even though they stood so far away by the car. They could hear some indie alternative music playing loud enough for them to easily make out words, but low enough that people who were trying to sleep probably wouldn't be bothered by it.

Matt immediately went for drinks leaving Bonnie and Tyler to walk up to the party alone. The silence was weird. Tyler in a casual pair of scuffed blue jeans with a long black sleeve thermal underneath a loose jersey for what Bonnie presumed was basketball, even though he's on the football team. Tyler didn't know what he wanted to say; he knew what he needed to say, but not how to actually say it. Bonnie knew she'd have to settle this at some point. For the moment all that they heard were sounds of the distant conversations and cackles of the fire.

"Tyler I'm sorry."

He didn't need an explanation. The last day of high school, the day they graduated Tyler confessed his feelings to her. They were sort of premature, and it was more of a crush that just formed because she was a cheerleader and he was on the football team. Then freshman year begins and she starts dating his uncle, Mason, who works at the school as more of a temp then anything else. It was weird and for Bonnie, she never intended for it to get to the point to where it got. Tyler never regarded her much, and then he comes out with feelings and Bonnie sees it as coming out of nowhere.

"I know it's awkward. I never wanted to put you in a weird spot. It just happened. I thought you'd be over me." She looked at him as their pace slowed immensely.

"I thought so too." He looks at her, almost trying to read her soul and then turns toward the party. He observed how well this sort of lighting made her skin glimmer. "Look. I'm not all right with you dating Mason, but he makes you happy. It is really weird though." Bonnie could easily respect that.

"He just talks about you, and I realize that I never acted like that." His eye shifted downward and she found the problem. She couldn't help but smile a little though.

"Can we just, be friends again?" She asked, her hands feeling very empty at the moment.

"Whatever." He smiled her with that million-dollar smile as started toward the party again, however being stopped, seeing Matt who had an all knowing smile plastered on his face, giving just a flash of his pearly whites. Matt donned a simple blue t-shirt underneath an unbuttoned blue and white striped shirt among a pair of faded light blue jeans and regular tennis shoes.

Bonnie walked up to him and grabbed one of the three bottles he was holding, giving him a gentle pat on his arm and walking toward the party. Tyler walked up to him a moment later rolling his eyes as Matt was still looking at him with his smile, taking a beer and making his way to the party. Matt couldn't help but laugh to himself as he turned around to join Tyler. They started talking and immediately Tyler found a girl to talk up, making Matt feel a little third wheelish. His blue eyes averted to Bonnie seeing her talking to some fellow classmates. He sighed, and kept up conversation with this girl and her friend until he could find a better escape plan.

About an hour later, filled with light dancing from Bonnie and a few other girls, Tyler trying to woe a girl, and Matt conversing about sports the night began to get a bit chillier and people sprinkled outward in the park Bonnie got a text from Elena Gilbert that she was here and waited for her friend to appear. The thin framed girl walked up in a form fitting black and taupe top with three decorative buttons and a small bow decorating the taupe banded waistline and some black cigarette jeans with a pair a plain tan looking flats. Elena's hair flowing and pin straight with each step. Her brown eyes keeping close watch for anyone else that she wasn't in the mood to see, aka Matt.

"Elena the party is almost dead, where have you been?" Bonnie asked handing her friend a drink she was holding onto.

Elena sighed and looked at her friend, with a look of annoyance. "Bonnie I was at Jenna's, we were talking. I have a lot on my mind."

Bonnie looked at her friend apologetically, though she saw through what she was saying and straight to the problem. "Well Matt's here. You can't hide from him forever."

Elena dropped her head back and looked up at the night sky, she heard a new song come on that she recognized it as 'The Outsiders' by Needtobreathe. The stars were starting to pop up. Bonnie watched her and took note of the almost pouting face Elena made when she didn't know what she really wanted. Bonnie had the pleasure of knowing Elena since childhood and knowing exactly what her friend was like when these things came up. Elena would figure it out, with time and usually a few upset people. Bonnie knew she really couldn't talk to her about this. Elena never really talks about the full picture in things and when she does, she's already made her choice.

Elena looked around her hair almost flying in her mouth as she notices a missing link. "Where is Caroline?"

Bonnie shrugged, taking a sip of her beer. "She said she already had plans. Which is weird, you know she never willingly misses a party."

Elena was about to respond when a familiar male voice called her name. Both girls looked toward the tree-covered area, finding Matt and Tyler with the random brunette. Elena had to fight against frowning when she saw how happy Matt looked at seeing her. Her eyes flickered from one area to another having trouble focusing on Matt. She remembered when she used to have that same feeling toward him, that same response to him. Bonnie motioned for Tyler to turn back around and he exited the area with thickening tension as Matt walked up to Elena, Bonnie quickly followed giving Elena an apologetic smile as she wandered away. Elena frowned, feeling more alone then she should at this moment.

"Elena I-"

"Matty, we need to talk." Had she ever felt so conflicted and yet so sure, as she swallowed at the invisible lump in her throat.

Matt almost wanted to throw his beer. He knew this was coming. The way her eyes glossed over, how could he not.

"Matt you want things… Things I want to but you're planning our lives together. Why can't it just happen?" She asked, her hand shooting up to her face as she pulls back her hair behind her ear.

"Elena tell me what I'm doing wrong then."

"Matt, its not you. You're great. I just don't want this?"

"Don't want what Elena? Me? Because I'm trying to make everything work."

She didn't really have a response. Matt's jaw ticked as looked at Elena, mouth open, eyes watching and his mind searching for something to say.

"I just… Matty, I still want to get married, have children, I just… I don't think I want to have that with you." Elena had to almost whisper out.

"Is there someone else Elena?" He wanted to know that someone else had changed her mind, her thinking but he already knew.

"No." She nodded her head unconsciously as she watched him set down his beer in front of her. "Wait Matt!" She called as she tried to grab at his hand, but he pushed her hand aside and stormed off. She watched her three year long relationship walk away with him as he left, though she knew she was the one that handed it off. Elena didn't want it to end like this. She wanted to talk this out, but maybe it was just the way it had to work out. Shifting around she decided to go find Bonnie. Relationships were easy to come by for Elena

Maybe a walk home, would bring some insight to what she did want.

The way he grabbed her wrist earlier should have been her warning, but as he moved his skilled tongue in her mouth, she had all but remembered it. She moved against his body and felt all of his as he dove deeper into her mouth. His slightly rough hands grabbed her body, finding her panties and ripping at them, until a loud tearing sound could be heard, a wounded groan coming from her mouth. The air lay heavy and deep as he continued to devour her. She finally slid out of her panties, unaware of the physical damage caused to them, not that she would care at the instance.

He pushed her up against the wall and immediately nook his face into her neck placing, biting into her, almost tearing her skin. Her voice cried out in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain, and he carried on with his touching. In the commotion parts of her blond hair flew to her lips, sticking to the small remainder of cherry pink lip-gloss. His hands gripped her hips roughly as he pulled away from her and turned her around forcing her into the wall. Her hands planted themselves against the wall as she braced herself, and not a moment later he entered her. He'd have his sinful way with her, and she would allow him too. She never was one to tell him no.

Some time later as he showered, Caroline Forbes carefully dressed herself, being careful to not agitate any of the points on her body which were sure to bruise. Her panties and bra were easy to find though it seemed that she would need a new pair of panties, these were ripped. Which would conclude why she was feeling a bit of pain in her hips when she moved a certain way. Slowly she eased her way back into her cotton dress, decorated in pastel raspberry, minty blue and lemon colours with five small mocha buttons aligning the center of the bust held up by two thin adjustable straps. Quickly fixing her tussled hair and readjusting her pink headband she tried to smoothly make her way to the door without hitting in the creak points in the floor as she heard the water turn off in the quant sized studio apartment. She immediately regretted wearing her strappy shoreline bright blue fabric strap with blushed yellow polka dot wedges. As soon as she was able to slip on one she heard a faint "tiskng" sound.

She looked back at the man, who had easily consumed her being less then two months ago, his charming dark brown hair unruly curly and dark grey eyes covered by his thick eyelashes. His jawline accented by a small amount of facial hair, more then just peach fuzz, dripping from his shower. A towel hung low from his tone frame. She could only stand there, trapped in his gaze, one leg bent due to the wedge she wore and the other foot bare, cold almost standing tall. She couldn't help but suck down a breathe of air as he looked at her, his face unreadable.

"I'm gonna go." She whispered, unsure if he heard it, because of how it came out, her usually chipper voice, hinting on fearful.

His eyes closed and he exited the bathroom fully to lean against the frame of the door. His eyes closed and his thin, nose looked up toward the ceiling. "If that is what you want."

"I really should go, my friends haven't seen me all day."

"They don't need to." His response was quick; he probably planned for her to say that.

"I don't think it's appropriate for me to stay." She said, looking at her other wedge she had to put on and wondering if picking it up and running would be a better option.

"So we are talking about what's appropriate now?" He asked, eyes now open and watching her wiggle under his gaze.

He moved from the frame of the door ad waltzes right up to her. His hands come to her chin and then cup her face, gently. Her baby blue eyes look at him questioningly. He smiles almost maniacally and looks her over. Small little pink marks are already starting to form on her skin. He could be gentler with her, knowing she bruised easily. She knows what he's looking at and she shifts to try and pull his attention away from her body, his markings.

"You should probably put some foundation on those," and with that he let her go and turned away toward his closet. He waved a goodbye to her quickly and found a pair of boxers to put on, as she got on her other shoe as quickly as possible and exited her door.

The walk of shame down the hall, into the elevator, out of the lobby, into the garage, and into her car, felt like an hour-long ordeal. She knew it took only seven minutes to get from his room to her car yet it always felt like forever. She then would have a fifteen-minute discussion with herself on why she should never go back, nor should she go to his classes anymore. She didn't even need the class or the credit, which strayed from her major anyway.

She will beat at her steering wheel, wish for someone to rescue her, even stoop to getting drunk enough to hurt him, yet in the end she will just drive home angrily, grab a bit of ice cream, hug her girls and go to bed. Tonight was just one of those nights.

Tall, tan and handsome also known as Mason Lockwood; strolled up to the gray violet noted house, after parking his SUV on the side of the road. Carrying two cups of coffee I to-go cups in a weird smelling cardboard cup holder and a lightly filled backpack over his shoulder. Having a small issue of remembering which key was the one for the door, he entered, meeting a pair of brown eyes. He smiled awkwardly not really expecting to see her and she waved at him as she turned back down the hall and into the kitchen. He nodded in regard to the wave, with his smile wavering only slightly at her behavior. Bonnie did say she was stressed lately. Looking up the stairs located against the right wall almost adjacent of the door. He glanced down the hall once more before shoving off his shoes and heading up the almond wood chairs and into the third door down the hall.

Slowly entering he noticed the blinds were open and the sun was definitely showing brightly. Setting the cup holder down on a tall stand with two large baskets on the bottom. Setting his pack down against the stand he looked at the bed against the far right pale lilac painted wall, her large fabric bedframe in a charcoal black and her sheets a pale green, though her comforter was varying shades of green and orange with black designs of birds and diamonds decorating it. Aside from a lovely plush chair, dresser, trunk and decorations her room was comfortable and easy.

A devious smile appeared on his face as a wonderfully wicked thought popped into his head and with full intention of carrying it out, he removed his dark blue v neck shirt from his head and over his head and out revealing his wings tattooed on his back. Pulling up the edge of Bonnie's comforter he slowly snuck in, sure not to bother his sleeping girlfriend who was currently on her side, he made his way on the bed. His fingers slowly eased up her cinnamon toned legs, giving quick kisses to the leg closet to his face. She stirred momentarily before resuming her sleep, and Mason figured it would be fair to up the ante. Roaming up her body a little more, his hands made it to her hips finding that she decided to nix the shorts she usually wore and pulled at her panties. His mouth attached itself to her stomach, kissing her skin before licking at her navel.

Bonnie's hand moving into his hair and her shifting onto her back gave him the idea to keep going and that she was officially awake. His tongue wondered up her body before being stopped by her tank top that rose up just below her breasts as she slept. He picked up the top edge with his mouth lifting it out of his way. His hands moved over her ass, before his right hand slips into her panties brushing over her warmth receiving a wonderful breathy moan. Lifting his head from underneath the cover and meet her blushing smirk, he quickly kissed her. Her hand moved from hair to his neck, moving closer to him nuzzling his neck. One of Mason's hands lifted her by her ass against his body and his not so soft jeans. She moaned louder then she meant to against his neck, feeling his pleased smile as one of his finger imbedded itself into her body.

"God I missed you." He mumbled into her ear as she nodded in agreement having difficulty finding words or getting something other then a moan to pass her lips. Did he always have to make her feel so wanton?

Already moist around his finger added another curling his fingers gently watching her head falls back, her gentle dark chocolate curls spreading against the white pillow. His sky blue eyes watched with intensity before leaning in and smelling her neck, taking in her scent of vanilla, pomegranate and apples. She clashed against his rugged ocean scent of sand and seawater, but if you asked him he'd say certain elements are bound to come together at some point. Feeling her walls quiver around his fingers he slowly removed them, enjoying each tantalizing whimper she made while they exited her body. He moved against her, licking her neck before moving down her body once more. He moved the shirt up and Bonnie in her hazy mind pulled it off, enjoying the way his smooth lips felt against her skin. She could bask in that feel alone. She would have had her legs not brushed against his jeans again.

Mason had to laugh at the annoyed grunt she made, her hand quickly undoing them and waiting for him to take them off which he happily obliged removing his boxers also; tossing them aside, hitting a wall on their way to the ground. Immediately moving into place over her, her legs wrapped around his waist as she felt him brush against her inner thigh. Usually it didn't take much to get Mason into action, but Bonnie didn't have to do a damn thing, her eyebrow couldn't help but raise as she thought about questioning him on it.

Rolling his eyes, he wrapped his thick arms around her body, rolling his head against hers when her arms wrapped around his neck. "I might have thought about this while I was away."

And with such ease, he slid into her inviting warmth, snuggly wrapped inside of her as if he never left 'home'. Bonnie whimpered and sucked in a breath as he fully sheathed himself inside; legs spreading just a bit wider, wanting everything she knew he had to offer. Her hands flew into his dark mass of short curly hair, watching intently as he took the moment to just feel her, be enveloped by her. It was a strange sentiment she noticed he took part in, but it was also the calm before the storm. She knew that when she wanted things to begin all she had to do was tighten her hold and pull back, not that she wanted to at this moment.

He nuzzled against her before pressing their foreheads together. He enjoyed being able to hover over her with their height difference. His eyes burned into her soul and she did her best to burn right back. He watched her face and matched with memory every detail. Her lips parted gently almost like she was going to say something but a sweet sigh of completion came to his ears and that was when he lost it.

He pulled out and back in before Bonnie could truly get grounded, creating a elongated moan to escape her mouth, he immediately smiled, giving way to what some would consider a full blown assault on Bonnie, thrusting in an out in an erratic tempo. She wondered how during his crazy pace he never unintentionally slipped out, but he was working with more then your average guy. Her moans got louder and quickly, so she covered her mouth as his lips came to her neck, roughly nibbling on her neck and shoulder. Her nails digging into his scalp, if it hurt he never complained. Her heels pressed firmly against his hindquarters as she attempted to bring him closer.

His grunts and puffs of air sending shivers down her spine, the frame beginning to creak against their heavy movements as he continued to drive into her. Her walls shaking around him, her body moving in rhythm with him and as soon as he heard Bonnie's tell-tell sound of a long moan that comes out broken and stuttered, he reached behind her grabbing her by the ass and pulls her firm against him. Struggling to keep her hand over her mouth, mindful of her roommates she moves her other hand from his hair and over his shoulder, driving her nails in his skin.

Mason growls over her, kissing her hand covering her mouth, slowing his movements only by a small fraction. His hand cupping her arse adjusted and Bonnie was given a wonderful shock as a finger nudged into her other entrance, as she was sent into a land of bliss. Her hand flew from her mouth to his neck, bringing him as close as possible. She moaned, the perfect pitch of loud, sensual, guttural, verging on remarkable to his ears as her body quaked against him. Her walls clenched against him, he chocked back a curse as he fought to move inside of her.

Moving back, Mason pulled Bonnie into his lap, seeing her body in the sunlight for the first time in three weeks. She radiated in the sun to him, her skin shinning bright, and he adored the contrast as her arms wrapped around him, almost limp. His hips still moved upward in a motion Bonnie could only roll her eyes in the back of her head as a response to. Mason watched as she just fell into the pure bliss of it all, something he finally was fixing into her, she never took much time to sit and be consumed, and he loved having that ability, to be her spurt of chaos. Her hips moved against him, keeping rhythm and felling his choppy movements. A few thrusts later and he realized his load into her and Bonnie smiled as she kissed him.

She really needed to thank Caroline for 'forcing' her to start on the pill. It makes things a little bit easier for the times you just forget to cover your bases. He held her close watching her bit by bit come out of the haze and land back to the level of time. She would need to shower and grab something to eat, even though she wanted nothing better to do then just stay with Mason. She could feel his eyes watching her as she laid her head against his shoulder.

The peace and calm of the moment had to be ruined by a loud ringing of a cellphone. Bonnie groaned as she removed herself from Mason, hissing slightly as he slipped out, so that he could retrieve his phone. Reaching into his pants pocket after retrieving the article of clothing he answered his phone. Bonnie checked the time on her phone before grabbing at her robe so she could begin to grab her things for her shower. She halted though when Mason's seemingly routine phone call made him respond with a distressing question.

"He's what? How did this happen?" Mason asked, standing up from the bed and beginning to dress himself back in his clothes. Bonnie stands confused on the other side of the bed.

"This can't be. He was fine-" Mason stats as he begins to get a little frustrated.

"Fine, I'll be there in about an hour," and he closes his phone. His eyes catch hers and he without her asking the question he says it. "Mr. Hendrickson died in a car accident last night."

"Wait, what?" Bonnie questioned; he was one of her teachers, this year and last year.

"Apparently his car had faulty brakes, which can't be right. He ran into a tree after his brakes malfunctioned, but he just had a check up that vehicle, its vintage…" Mason seemed at a loss.

Bonnie immediately went over to hug him; Mr. Hendrickson was a wonderful teacher but he was also Mason's boss. He held onto her tightly, not sure what was going on at this moment in time.

"I have to go into the Admin office and talk to the police, routine stuff. They have another teacher coming in to fill his place…"

"Go Mason, but be careful, I know you're upset." Bonnie said feeling a little unable to help at this point.

He put on his shirt quickly and grabbed for his bag, then noticing the long forgotten coffee. " Oh, guess I forgot about this." Bonnie gave her best comforting smile.

"Call me later" She says, before he moves over her and gives her a quick kiss before exiting the room and making his way downstairs.

Bonnie took a long sigh as she took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare herself for the day, maybe after a quick shower, she would have a clearer head.

The shower helped some, until she went downstairs to see her roommates glaring at her. So maybe having sex with Mason in the house was a bad idea, she was in way of sound mind to stop a thing. Though Elena was upset because she broke up with Matt in a manner that she didn't mean to and at the moment he didn't want to talk to her, and Caroline was upset about her decision to get involved with a teacher of their school. Bonnie decided to wear a simple strapless shift dress in lavender, magenta and periwinkle colours with soft bunches of white with a feminine lace embroidery around the edges, black tights on and a burgundy blazer with a sheer back and ruched ¾ sleeves. She was probably going to wear it with some black flats, but she wasn't sure at the moment.

She walked into the medium sized kitchen painted a vibrant pine tree green, with white concrete countertops and mocha coloured cabinets. Stainless steel appliances, set by school standards stood against the wall, with a lot of cabinet space. A small extended and raised counter space stood as the bar area that lead into the dining room which lead to the living room, though the kitchen had enough space for a small eatery table for the three girls and maybe an guest.

Caroline sat in the stool closet to the wall wearing a classic A-line white dress featuring a pleated style skirt and a vintage floral wallpaper pattern with a thing mahogany braided belt around her middle, a thin white cardigan on her arms with brown buttons running down the left side, her feet bare and her golden blond locks straightened and flowing around her shoulder. Elena was dressed in some pink gym shorts and a black batwing top with a white tank top underneath, meaning she was about to go for a clear her head jog.

"Hey, uh, why did Mason leave so quickly after…" Elena asked as she handed Bonnie a yogurt parfait from the stainless steel fridge.

"The Administration Office called him in. Mr. Hendrickson died last night." Bonnie stated, making Caroline chock on her food and Elena drop her phone on the countertop.

"What?" They both asked simultaneously while Bonnie sat down next to Caroline on a barstool to eat her parfait.

"Yah, a car accident, but that's all I know. They have another teacher coming in for a while."

"Don't you have his class?" Elena asked.

"At three…" She stated, not really sure what to expect at the moment.

The first thing he noticed when he made it into his new/temporary office, was that it smelled of stale tastes. Bringing in the two boxes of books and such he had available at such short notice was easy, finding a home for them in the this exquisite office fit to be a library might be a little tricky. He looked at the two large sofas before deciding to take a seat on one of them. It was comfortable, no wonder it seemed very worn in. Setting his dirty blond-light brown hair against the top of the sofa seat he had to ask himself if he was really ready to be a teacher again, let alone teaching college students, high schoolers were bad enough. Before he had a chance to close his brown eyes for a moment of deep thought there was a knock on the open door with the glass pane.

"I hate to keep you from your sweet dreams" came a cocky tone of someone he would never admit he likes to associate with.

Getting up angrily from the sofa he walked over to the desk, opening up the boxes and removing the book was his lame attempt to ignore his visitor. The male just walked in holding a medium shaped black box in his hand before plopping on the other sofa that he was just sitting on. The visitor wore pair of pair jeans, with a black t-shirt and a luxury black leather jacket, with silver trimmings. His hair black and midnight and eyes icy blue. His lips pulled into a tight smile as his thick eyelashes covered his eyes in annoyance.

"Come on Alaric, you can't be that mad at me, I helped you get this job." He stated incredulously.

The brown-eyed male, Alaric, turned his head to look at him before setting the books back down on the table.

"You pulled some strings for me, I would have preferred to get it on my own. "

Icy blue eyes opened and then got up from his seat handing Alaric the box. Making a snide face as he walked back to the door, an interesting saunter to his movements.

"One day you're going to have to tell me thank you." His eyes glanced at the name on the frosted glass. "-And get this name changed," and with that he was gone. He didn't hear any doors from down the hall open or close and he figured that his visitor was probably going around accosting people, let the sexual harassment claims start pilling in.

Alaric took a gander toward the glass pane and saw the name of his deceased predecessor still sitting there. Until they got a permanent teacher to fill in for him, the probably wouldn't change the name. Frowning, he raised his hand to his face and palmed his scruffy jawline, his miniscule 5'oclock shadow from yesterday trying to become something resembling a beard. He soon collected his thoughts and began trifling through the desk draws, retrieving tape, paper and a thick marker. Scribbling out his name quickly he walked over to the door and covered the name with the paper and tapped it in place.

'ALARIC SALTZMAN' it read and dipped his head to the side, figuring that that would have to do. Looking back in his office, in the midst of pulling off his brown faux leather military style jacket with black and bronze details he glanced at what seemed to be a small piece of paper hiding underneath the sofa closest to him. Taking a few steps toward before bending down to retrieve it, he found it amidst mounds of dust. Guess this office didn't get cleaned much he thought, standing back up before unfolding the paper and looking at it. Confusion now plastered on his face, as he read the contents, one of his eyebrows rising up.

"Mr. Saltzman…?" Asked a young female voice, having read the sign.

His eyes shot up before his face did to look at the owner of the voice, a little perturbed that she called him by his last name. He wasn't that old and he didn't want to be called by last name. His eyes looked over a pretty brunette girl with lovely curls in her hair, dark brown eyes seemed strangely malicious with her innocent looking face, though that could the work of her dark eye shadow. Wearing a tight black cami top with skintight skinny jeans and a white belt, with a blue loosely crocheted poncho style top draped over her shoulders with black three-inch heels on. Something about her seemed familiar about her, but he knew that he that he never meet her, he was pretty good with faces.

He folded the folder back together and put it in his pocket, feeling like he should at least hold onto to it for a moment. He was slightly puzzled as to why her eyes watched the paper attentively as he stashed it away. He looked at her immediately wondering what she was even doing, he didn't have class until another hour and he was just about to prep for that. She stepped in from behind the door revealing a large back messenger bag swathed over her shoulder.

"I'm one of your teacher aids. Katherine Pierce." Her voice sure that she was in the right place.

"Oh, I didn't even know I was getting teacher aids. Ummm. I don't think I need anything today. Just trying to settle in."

"They are kind of mandatory, we are the spies for the administration." She smirked. He forced out a laugh not sure if he was in trouble.

She smiled at him with something he could have sworn was devious. "Oh well then, here are the student files," She pointed over to the desk, with a hidden file cabinet underneath; Alaric tilted his head over to see it. "All of his lesson plans are pretty much in his bottom desk drawer, but he likes to stay on topic with the book, and I'm not supposed to know, but in all of his Britannica books he keeps a liquor stash." She had to laugh to herself a little despite the circumstances. "And my number is in the desk drawer, in case you need my help." He was busy looking over at the Britannica books but when he looked back at her, he could have sworn her saw her looking him up and down.

She turned to leave, before glancing at him one more time, as she left she grabbed the door and took one last gander at him. He wasn't half bad looking for a teacher. One of her eyebrows raised, interest piqued and she walked out, letting go of the door and walking down the corridor and out of the exit doors.

Alaric was left a little confused as he threw off his coat, throwing it over the back of the furthest leather coach and grabbing for the lesson plans. Mostly they were studying the Renaissance, and he just so happened to be coming into beginning of the 14th century in Florence, Italy. The more he read into the notes he began to find muddily written notes on the corners and sides of the papers giving way to what he could only suspect were conspiracy theories about the Medici family and how they came into power as the dominant political and banking family, basically paving way to the varying changes that took place. The origin could all be traced back to the Medici family, anyone who knew of the Renaissance knew that they were the Fathers of the cultural movement, basically buying the way for new age thinking and ideas. The list goes on as the notes roam into what made the Medici family beyond there years in the way they set up the foundation for everything and yet why didn't they begin it sooner.

Alaric sat on the desk thoroughly consumed by the information before him that he almost missed the loud alarm sounding from his phone that class was about to begin. He kept the large file of papers with many metal staples and paperclips holding papers together in his hand as he grabbed his jacket, closed the office door, locking it and walked into his classroom. The sight of a medium auditorium style classroom greeted him; with brown and metal trim seats with desk like tops in front of all of them. About 25 students sat scattered about before him as she walked up to the classic brown desk/stand that sat next to a matching podium with what he figured was a microphone, which for this class wouldn't be necessary. Tossing jacket over the desk and setting the large tan file folder on the desk, he walked backward and quickly found a piece of chalk, marking out his name on the black chalkboard.

"Alaric Saltzman, please call me Alaric" he said as he walked away from the board, chalk left behind on the metal tray. "And I will be your teacher for the time being. Due to the very unfortunate circumstances, we are gonna be stuck with each other." He smiled, sitting on the desk before the class and wrapping his arms over his chest.

"I see that we are getting ourselves into some Renaissance time line. Can anybody name any artists of this time frame?"

The majority of the class sat, sort of confused, it wasn't often they had art come up in a history class, and a few people looked The mocha skinned girl sitting three seats back in a dress, a fine art major. Alaric tilted his head to the side watching as she is outed by her fellow classmates. She frowned giving up quickly as she looked at her teacher who waited patiently.

"Well you have artists like Filippo Brunelleschi, Leonardo da Vinci, Sandro Botticelli, and Michelangelo. Brunelleschi of course working almost hand in hand with the start of the Renaissance."

Alaric smiled. "Right and the family that brought him into the picture was the Medici family."

And with that the lecture began. Alaric began the discussion into the beginning of the Medici family and how with their banking type, bookkeeping and loaning skill began using their rising powers to become an integral power for how Averardo de' Medici, beginning the dynast of the Medici, leaving his son Giovanni di Bicci to advance the wealth of the family with his creation of the Medici Bank. Though the Medici, made their name prominently labeled through out the Renaissance they were not the only family the brought about the changes in thought. Spanning from the 14th to the 17th century, the Renaissance spread out from Italy and spreading throughout the rest of Europe in what can easy be called the largest cultural movements. With all of the elements of different ideas taking form, such as Humanism, art, science, religion and self-awareness, the Renaissance brought about much of the recent ideas that we express today.

"But what is it that brought about the beginning of this thinking?" He asked the class.

"Wouldn't the black plague be a starter" came a male voice from the door that all the students had originally entered when they came class.

The entire class looked toward the door including Alaric, finding a tall handsome male, with milk chocolate brown hair, thick eyebrows and almost green and grey eyes. Wearing louse dark blue burnout shirt, rolled up sleeves, and a loose neck collar with a false unbuttoned area at the top. He leaned against the door frame one leg straight while the other was relaxed and bent with one arm raised against the frame, a pleased smirk appearing on his visage. Bonnie couldn't help but be a little dumbstruck by this random guy popping up; he was very handsome. The majority of the class wondered what in the world he was doing here. Alaric already knew.

"So you decided to come to my class," the teacher stated, a coy smile dancing on his lips.

"I figured I'd grace you with my presence. You see far too much of my brother." Strolling in he made himself comfortable in a seat just two spaces away from Bonnie.

"Class, we've already gotten our greeting out of the way, this is Stefan Salvatore, and he's pretty much just transferred from Italy." The girls in the seminar immediately situated their dreamy faces, as Bonnie would admit that she might have added to that, had she not had a wonderful boyfriend already. Bonnie smiled at him as he leaned back against his seat, taking a quick moment to smile at everyone in his surrounding area.

Alaric nodded slowly before raising his hands in the air. "Alright, lets get back to the plague" and dropping them as he turned to pick up the large file folder.

All and all, for the course to have had a quick back up teacher, Bonnie enjoyed the new professor. She waited around as everyone packed up their books and notes in their bags and began to wander to other parts of the large broken up campus. Bonnie noticed that Stefan, stayed seated, but organized his things. Alaric retreated to his office after bidding everyone his class ending farewell, so what could he still be hear for. As he began to step down to the main floor, from the raised seating Stefan finally stood up, almost startling her. She couldn't help but look back, just as Mason was getting to the door, on his way to meet the replacement professor, knowing he'd also get to see Bonnie.

"You're an art major, aren't you?" Stefan asked, his eyebrows closing in together as his forehead began to wrinkle a little.

"Yes, fine art, Renaissance specifically. Why?" She asked, feeling another pair of eyes on her from the doorway, though she was very intrigued by Stefan at the moment.

"I heard you when you mentioned some artists names. I didn't know this was the classroom, so I walked by. That's all, guess I'll see you in two days," and with that he strolled out the door, passing a baffled Bonnie and a mystified Mason. Nevertheless, Bonnie walked up to her boyfriend who seemed just a tad bit more upset then he let on at the moment. She moved to her toes and kissed him gently, trying to give a little consoling to him in the process. His arm snaked around her waist gently and he eagerly returned the kiss before reluctantly pulling away from her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked knowing that was a strange question to ask him. Sure Mr. Hendrickson wasn't his father, it was just a guy he worked with, helped him retrieve things for classes and seminars, and he was basically the guy to proof read any of his writings and such, he was more of an assistant, but that didn't stop the fact that Mr. Hendrickson, though being old was a great guy. It's hard to just let someone go when they die because of an accident. It's hard to know that the person, who picked you up even though you spent a lot of your time surfing, gave you a chance. For Mason a car accident didn't sit well with him.

"Get to class, I have to meet to sub. Come over after class too." He stated, almost dictated, which Bonnie loved and hated all at the same time. She gave him a quick peck before bounding her way down the corridor and over to the large west wing of the university building. Mason retreated back into the office, finally seeing the new teacher who was two steps from taking a shot of whiskey when he walked in. Alaric paused only for a moment realizing he wasn't a student.

"I'm Mason, I'm the other teachers aid."

"Hey, I meet the other girl earlier. I'm Alaric, nice to meet you, Mr. Hendrickson held you in high regard."

Mason couldn't help but smile as he scanned over the office noticing what things his family had retrieved from the room. " Yah, I was out getting a little information for a seminar that he was going to hold in two weeks." Alaric immediately took it upon himself to bring out the other shot glass, pour in a drink and hand it over to Mason, who accepted it.

Mason shot it back quickly, shaking his head as he moved and sat on the sofa closest to him, Alaric joining him on the opposite one.

"Can I ask you a question?" The new professor asked, not sure if he even about to put himself in this strange situation.

"Sure," Mason's eyes squinting only a fraction as he watched Alaric.

Alaric ran a hand through his light brown hair, letting out a loud puff of air, and then slouching in his chair as he pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket that he retrieved from his jacket immediately after class. Unfolding the yellow paper, he reread the one word written, eyes glancing up at Mason, as if this were just a crazy comment before him, something akin to the Nazi's loving rainbow unicorns…

"Do you know anything about a moonstone?"

*****Author's Notes******************

It has been a long while since my last fan fiction. I have been away from it for so long, but finally I get a series like The Vampire Diaries which does nothing but upset me to the point where I feel the need to write something. I hope you enjoyed reading this. I've got a lot on my mind about this story and where it's going. I want to keep it very much in line with certain elements of the show, like characters, and bad guys, I guess you could say, but there will be twists. This is more of a pilot then an actual chapter, I just ran with this idea and I'm gonna wait to see how you guys feel about it and see if I want to go through and push for more.

Stefan will be a little more of The Ripper, like he has a case of

Yah…. Not sure what else to say, just review it and give me some tips. I'm not happy with my writing style, feels cold and not as personable as I want but I'll blame that on being away for so long that I had to make a new account.