A/N What's up ya'll? I'm BACK (Not really). Shout out to Joise, she gave me the idea…(Not really)

Chapter 1

Katherine coughed and spluttered on the burning liquid. Elena pulled the empty bottle back, sassified. After her doppelganger was done with her dramatic coughing, her eyes widen in panic.

"No no no no NO! What did you do!?" Katherine was in hysterical. Shit! She was human. She swallowed the cure. She was now vulnerable and weak. Her? Katerina Petrova? All the people she wronged...Katherine moaned. She was gonna die now after all this. This couldn't be happening! Her past was finally coming after her. She had to run. Yep, Fight or Flight. The thing she did the best. May be a bitch move, but, she was going to be a alive bitch, so she was going to live with it. Where would she go? Her homeland, Belgian? Nope, too obvious. What about-

Thump.

Elena had smacked her nemesis upside the head, swiftly knocking her out. She picked up the ex-vampire and flashed to the Salvatore Household.

-VD+TB-

"You brought the devil herself here? And why she gotta go in my bed? Why not Elena's? She did bring her here in the first place."

"He does have a point there," Stefan piped up, tying Katherine's arms to the bedpost. Elena rolled her eyes. "She started this whole Jeremy crap. That's why she's here. It's Saturday! I should be watching TV, not waiting for him to wake up."

Damon's frown melted. "Elena he's dead-," He cut himself off, seeing the dark look on Elena's face and Stefan shaking his head with a look that said: "Let her think what she wants."

"You know what? Imma call Bonnie," He said awkwardly, walking out backwards.

After a few mins of silence, Stefan finished his handiwork. "So...What are we going to do with her?"

Elena sighed. "Bonnie is going to send her somewhere. To the other side. To another world. To the fucking moon I really don't care." Stefan frowned. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Stef. Are you doubting a Bennett Witch?"

"Uh, yeah, actually. She doesn't know how to handle her magic. 9/10 times, she screws up on a spell, making it backfire."

Elena frowned also, slightly insulted what Stefan was saying about her friend. "Trust me, it's that 1/10 times." Stefan held up his hands in defense. "Whatever you say Elena. But, I don't approve of it though."

Elena smiled. "After this, we'll handle this Jeremy mess." Stefan's frown deepened.

-VD+TB-

Bonnie hummed as she flipped through her Gram's Grimore. She suddenly stopped at a page. "M'kay, this will send her to a Universe, called the 'Boondocks.'"

"What's the spell called?" Caroline asked.

"Who gives a fuck? Send the bitch to Timbuktu so I can go get me a Big Mac, I'm hungry. Hurry up, witchy."

Bonnie ignored him. "It's called and AU- Alternate Universe. There's a series of these, but I like this ones name, so I chosen it."

"But…?" Caroline trailed off already knowing there was a catch.

Bonnie sighed. "There's huge casualties. We're throwing natural courses of things of the tracks. People will die, babies will be born, Historians and History will change-"

"Blah blah blah. Just do it already," Damon whined. "No to Katherine, Yes to bliss."

Bonnie looked to Elena for reassurance. "Do it," Elena smiled. "We'll get through it. "

"Fiiiine. But this is a weird recipe. I need a Malcolm X book and a Pick." Stefan went to retrieve those things and came back.

Bonnie slit her palm and poured two droplet of blood on the items.

[Verse 1: Asheru] I am the stone that builder refused I am the visual, the inspiration That made lady sing the blues I'm the spark that makes your idea bright The same spark that lights the dark So that you can know your left from your right I am the ballot in ya box, The bullet in ya gun The inner glow that lets you know to call your brother son The story that just begun, the promise of what's to come And I'mma remain a soldier till the war is won

Bonnie closed her eyes tightly in constraining, blue lights flowing around her.

A new age scholar, with millennium mindstate Master of education, doctor or candidate

No, that ain't analogy of me through rap That's a true that, and for real a brother really.

This is the tale of two cities: From to the hood to the woods Away from the nitty-gritty To the now we all good

And seems to be, so peaceful and non-threatening But there goes the neighborhood, as soon as we get get settled in

And you can, walk a mile in these inner-city shoes But you still won't understand my inner-city blues

A voice suddenly echoed "Judo Flip, chop chop chop!"

The room suddenly swirled then went black.