DISCLAMIER: I DON'T OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES. IF I DID BAMON WOULD'VE HAPPENED, LEXI AND KOL WOULD ALIVE . . .

Lexi's dead for now, but Finn and Kol are alive and well. This takes place Season 4 when the hunter comes to town but they still have no idea about the cure. Oh and Bella's history is confusing so just try to follow along and if it gets too confusing just PM me. :)

BONNIE'S POV

I'm so sick and tired of Elena this and Elena that. For god sakes the girl's a fucking vampire and all she can seem to think about is how much she doesn't want to be a one. Well tough luck honey, it's not like I wanted to be a witch, but I dealt with it and learned to accept it. Hell, I even grew to love it and now I wouldn't trade being a witch for anything and it's not because of how much power I have. No, it's because whenever I use magic I feel like there's nothing in the world that can hurt me and it's the most incredible feeling I've ever had in my entire life.

"Bonnie!"

I snapped back to the real world and saw Rebekah glaring at me, while also looking irritated.

"Sorry Beks, you were saying?"

"I was asking if you wanted to stay over tonight? Nik's going to hit on Caroline again, Elijah's out who knows where, Finn and Sage are in Italy, and Kol's searching for an old friend."

I couldn't say no to her and it's not because she was an Original, but because she was the only one, other than Caroline, that was there for me after the Salvatore's turned my mom. To top it off, Rebekah has never once asked me for a magic related favor. Sure her brothers have threaten me, but she hasn't and it's a relief to know that someone likes me for me and not because I'm a witch. That being said I nodded my head and followed her up to her room.

We spent the rest of the night watching chick flicks, drinking, and sharing childhood stories. All in all, it was one of the few truly relaxing days I'd had since all this supernatural crap started.

KOL'S POV

Out of all the place she could live in, she chooses Forks, not New York City, L.A, or New Orleans. Even bloody Miami would have been better than this dump. I swear to god that if it wasn't for the fact that she was family and my best friend then there would be no way in hell that I would have ever step foot in a place as dull and gloomy as this one. Unfortunately, that isn't the case and for some unknown reason this is where she decided to live and it was where I had voluntarily travelled to bring her back home for the sake of my family and myself. We had spent too many years apart and a family reunion was long overdue.

That reason is exactly what brought me here and made me park in front of the two-story house and next to a red Chevy that was gravely in need of a paint job. Once out, I quickly walked to the front door and knocked a few times, while using my acute hearing to listen to the footsteps that were making their way towards me.

Few seconds late the door was opened and there stood my best friend. The only person who could ever understand me better than anyone, other than my mate, could.