Warnings for this story: BDSM (but you knew that already), graphic sex scenes, and polyamory. You've been warned.

Chapter 1: Temptation

To bring balance to nature was a witch's greatest duty, even if it meant going against their own kin. Bonnie once shared a wish that she had the power to bring balance to nature but alas she was wishing on shooting stars. She did the opposite, in fact. Her whole existence and actions seemed to go against "nature" as the Spirits had pointed out. A wish she once held to be a dutiful light witch was shattered before her eyes. The Spirits were against her for using her magic to help her friends. When she attempted to talk to Grams through a spell, it was to no avail. She did not answer no matter how much Bonnie begged. No matter how much she cried for her and screamed her name.

Never had Bonnie Bennett ever felt so alone. Everyone was either against her or ignoring her. She couldn't think of the last time her friends had called her for something not witch-related or the last time she had left her house to have fun and not resurrect or save someone. Was that what her life had devolved to? Fixing everyone's mess? It was disgusting. How pathetic she felt. How used she felt.

That day when Grams did not answer her, she had realized there was no one left that cared for her. The devastation had set in when the thought had crossed her mind. Her friends completely forgot about her existence and the Spirits were close to punishing her for not killing Klaus again. No one was there to help her. No one was there to save her. She had screamed to the heavens in pain. But even God had cast his gaze away from her.

As she had left Grams house that fateful day, she had made her decision. When she marched back home as it poured, the rain washed away her sadness. Her tears replaced by droplets. She carried on with a new determination pulsating inside her. She didn't turn back and her eyes were only focused on what was ahead. Going there had been the last nail in the coffin. She cast away the weak version of her. The old Bonnie Bennett was dead.

If the Spirits, Grams, and her friends would rather let her fend for herself. She will. Once upon a time, she would have gone running back to the Spirits for forgiveness. Run to her friends and ask what was wrong. No longer. She would no longer bend to anyone or follow any rules forced upon her. She was no longer a servant of nature. No longer a servant to her friends. No longer a servant to those damned Spirits. No more punishments. She cast away her chains. She was judge, jury, and executioner now.

The decision was maybe a month ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago. Ever since then, she had been practicing witchcraft daily and lived life alone. She knew, however, one day someone would be knocking on her door wanting something but for now, she lived in peace. Even if it was lonely. Isolation had pushed Bonnie's spirit and mind to the test but never had she grown so much. It was hard, depressing at first having only the books to give her comfort and the only person she could ask for advice or talk to was herself. Being entirely and utterly alone had nearly driven her to madness but she pushed on. She learned magic to the brink of collapse, she used her magic despite the pain, and kept herself locked in her house even as she couldn't bear another second of silence. But, one day the silence had no longer bothered her, her nose no longer bled, and she no longer became exhausted.

She wanted to be a stronger version of herself. That's what she strove for and in the end, that's what she started to become. She was molding herself into a version of Bonnie Bennett that she wanted not what others wanted. She broke her own spirit, so she could be reborn again.

Her eyes gazed at the brightly lit stars. The moon's pale beauty unfazed by the luminescent stars. She felt the cool wind coax her body. She let out shallow breaths and kept her eyes closed. Meditation had been a tool to clear her mind. She hadn't realized how clouded her mind had been before. How many thoughts, desires, and worries that had festered in her mind that weren't her own. Manifestations of anxiety, depression, and worthlessness had wrecked her mind and it all stemmed back to the people she allowed to do this to her. The truth was as clear as day. And when she discovered this undeniable truth, she knew her eyes would no longer be clouded by lies.

She breathed in and out. Her shallow breaths calming her. She could feel nature all around her. She was one with it.

"So, you've finally found your inner voice again." A soft voice spoke. Bonnie's eyes snapped opened and saw the ghost of her Grams watching over her. Her heart beating 100 miles a minute as she watched her Grandmother sit down next to her. An awkward silence plagued them. There were so many things Bonnie wanted to say to her now and so many things she didn't get to say to her before she died. Her whirlwind of emotions rushing through her. She was mangled in her thoughts and emotions.

"Took you long enough, little one." Sheila Bennett's eyes sparkled with amusement. Another long silence passed between them before Bonnie broke the tension.

"I thought you'd never speak to me again." She whispered. "I thought I was abandoned."

"I haven't abandoned you." Grams then chuckled. "You need a little tough love."

"How nice of you." Bonnie sneered. Grams was not fazed by Bonnie's reaction at all but instead laughed at her. Bonnie's eyes narrowed.

"You needed to find yourself again and you were the only one that could do it as cliché as that sounds." She explained. "But regardless of this outcome, I am proud of you." Bonnie's expression changed from anger to utter surprise and she took a minute to conjure up a reply.

"Even proud that I practice Dark Magic now?" In her magical practices and studies, she hadn't shied away from the darkest of magic. She, in fact, embraced it.

"You're an amazing granddaughter, Bonnie." Grams smiled. "Even if I don't agree with something. My opinions are just that—opinions. The way in which you live shouldn't be determined by anyone else, not even me." Bonnie was shocked by her reply and could feel her tears swelling. "I have never met such a strong-willed witch as you before. Never had I fathomed the idea that a dark practitioner could keep her sanity intact while practicing it. You've proved me wrong many times, little one, and no one is as proud of you as I am." Bonnie couldn't control her haywire emotions and her tears rolled down her cheeks like waterfalls. All her pent-up sadness finally overtook her.

"I miss you so much. I feel— so alone without you." She cried. "I made such horrible mistakes."

"You cannot blame yourself for everything, Bonnie. We are all human and we all make terrible choices, go down the wrong paths, and become clouded from right and wrong." She smiled softly. "Never forget what is right to you and you will never stray from the path you designed." Bonnie's muffled cries died down after a few minutes and she washed away the tears with the backside of her hand.

"But you always warned me against black magic." Bonnie sniffled. "Why change your mind now?"

"I was... misguided from the truth. Nature is much more complex than witches have originally thought." Grams gazed to the stars. "Nature is dualistic. Witches are misled that nature and everything about it is good. There is no differential line between good and bad or light and dark. Nature simply is." Her friendly, chocolate colored eyes turned away from the sky and gazed at Bonnie. She could feel Grams' smile even as she disappeared.

"And you may be the only witch to experience both the light and the dark side of nature."

-X-

(A few weeks later)

Bonnie had awakened to her phone ringing. She gripped the device when she saw Elena's name on the phone screen and immediately hung it up. She had been badgered with relentless calls and texts for the last few hours but ignored every single one of them. She laid back in the bed frustrated.

Her magic was humming and was ready to be used again. She had flourished in the last few weeks. After her Gram's unexpected visit, it had renewed her desire to become stronger. She pushed herself even harder than before, but she knew the real challenges were up ahead if Elena's constant phones were an indication of anything. Would she waver in her judgment or see this till the end?

"Shut the fuck up!" She growled as she hung up the phone again. After a few minutes of silence, she heard her knocking at her door. I'm going to murder who is ever at that door… she thought before going to the front door to investigate. It was one thing for Elena to call her several times but another thing to send Damon to see her at 1am. She was boiling with rage. Seeing Damon was a slap in the face especially after seeing her dead grandmother.

"What do you want?" Would have been her usual greeting but instead, she said, "Get off my porch before I set you on fire."

"Nice to see you too witchy." He said. "Let me cut to the chase, Stefan is provoking the Originals and we—"

"Need my help, right?" Bonnie interrupted. "Go away. My answer is no." Her agitation levels skyrocketed when he showed no sign of leaving.

"Elena is going to try and—"

"Talk to him? It's her fault if she gets killed. She knows he is in Ripper mode now." She said, nonchalant. She wondered how Elena survived this long evening with Bonnie's help. She had no preservation skills, she couldn't fight, and she never seemed to use that brain of hers.

"Are you really going to let Elena get killed? What kind of friend are you? After all, she's done for—"

"I've given Elena everything I've had. I have saved her multiple times and she has saved me zero times. She isn't grateful, she's reckless, and she is selfish. If you're going to stand here and lecture me, get the fuck off my porch." She didn't even move her hand. Damon Salvatore was flown off her porch and crashed into his car. Her magic satisfied at the destruction before closing the door behind her.

She waited to see if Damon would attempt to talk to her again, but he was at least a little smart. He drove away in his damaged car. Bonnie wasn't deluded though. She knew someone would try and talk to her again.

Stefan provoking the Originals again. I wonder the reason this time. She did feel bad for the fallen saint partially. He was determined to kill Klaus which was admirable considering he didn't feel anymore. Though, a small part of him had to care somehow. He had tried to save the day numerous times. Bonnie understood Stefan before but with all that has happened, somehow, she understood the insanity of who he was now. In the end, they were both forced to make a choice and they both decided that Elena was worth more. Stefan was compelled into being the ripper and Bonnie had nearly died to try to kill Klaus.

But her decisions led her to where she was now. She was disillusioned by what was "good" and who the "good guys" were. No one was truly good. Or bad.

She wondered if Stefan too became disillusioned.

Bonnie glanced out the window. She didn't want to help Elena or Damon by any means but… She shifted uncomfortably. Stefan had faults and had disappointed her numerous times, but he also tried to make things right with her.

No, she dismissed the thought. This all ends tonight. He is as bad as them if not worse. I confided in him and trusted him so many times, but he failed me like the rest.

Bonnie wanted the band of misfits to know that she was done with them once and for all. She didn't want to tell them directly considering she had half the mind to kill Damon by seeing him. She didn't want to kill needlessly or without a cause.

She needed a messenger.

-X-

She hadn't expected to find Stefan provoking Klaus and Kol at a bar but considering everyone here is an alcoholic she shouldn't have been so surprised. She could see Elena eyeing the situation nearby. Idiot. When Elena had seen her, she looked hopeful. Bonnie almost went up to her but decided Stefan was more of a priority.

"Stefan," She said as she approached the group. "It's time to leave." He ignored her completely which infuriated her more than she already was. Her magic seething at the gesture.

Make him submit...Make him submit… An inner voice hissed. Punish him…

The unhinged desire overtook her. The desire to dominate only grew worse as Stefan continued to ignore her and focused on the Originals.

"Stefan," She called to him again. "I said, it's time to leave." He gazed up at her. His emerald colored eyes were deadly. She could read the irritation in his expression and it only egged her on more. Challenge me again and see what happens, she purred.

"I won't ask again." She murmured. Never had Bonnie said something so seductively or suggestive. She did a double take. What the fuck is wrong with me?

"Fine." He finally said before getting up from his stool. "Lead the way." The Ripper looked beyond irritated but she couldn't care less. Elena began to move their way before Caroline had intercepted her. I guess Caroline is tasked with babysitting tonight.

As soon as they stepped outside into the darkness of the empty parking lot, she turned to face him.

"What's your plan? To piss of vampires that can easily kill you?" She hissed. Stefan didn't look at her but instead began to walk away. "It's fine if you don't want to answer but walking away from me when I am talking to you…" Stefan's first mistake was walking away but his second was ignoring her. She didn't come to a bar, so he could walk away like that. Her magic took pleasure in her next action.

"Stefan, you have five seconds to walk back over here before I break every bone in your body." She said, darkly. He ignored her. "Fine then." She smirked. Her magic easily reached him, and she could hear the cracking sound of his bones. When she tried to reign her magic back, she couldn't. What the—

She could feel him for a moment. The aggravation and hatred that he felt almost made her quiver. The darkness inside him was unnerving and she hadn't felt so disgusted by something. Just as she is adjusting to the sensations. She could feel something else. It was locked away from her as if her nor her magic could reach it.

Bonnie? She almost screeched at the voice. It was Stefan's no doubt. But it was full of sadness and misery. She closed her eyes shut and focused on it.

Stefan?

Bonnie! Never had she heard her name yelled with such joy. This is Stefan. Not the Ripper. It was as if he was trapped away in the dark corners of his mind. Her magic reached for him instinctually. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

"Ah!" Stefan groaned before passing out unconscious. Bonnie sprinted to him.

"Shit." She whispered. "What did I just do?"

-X-

Klaus was a bit astonished by the scene that had played before his eyes. The Bennett witch hadn't spared a glance their way and focused on Stefan. Her demeanor and even her attire had changed drastically since their last encounter.

"She ignored you completely." Kol chuckled. Kol glanced at the confused doppelganger that's face was a reddish tint. "I am a little jealous of the bloke. I wouldn't mind being ordered around if she was the one doing it." Admittedly, Kol had never taken interest in the Bennett witch but the little encounter completely enthralled him. He could feel the power oozing off her despite not being a witch himself any longer. "And her pheromones…" As soon as the pretty little witch walked in, he could smell her. The immense arousal coming from her delectable scent was beyond temptation. The tight black dress was an added bonus. He was disappointed that the sexy witch had only come for the brooding Salvatore that hadn't even paid attention to her.

"That's enough Kol." Klaus spoke. Klaus didn't want to admit what her pheromones were doing to him instead he downed a glass of liquor. Kol raised an eyebrow.

"It didn't tempt you? I supposed you have to be faithful to dear Caroline." Kol paused. "I wonder if the witch has ever been with a vampire before?" Kol would happily be her first.

"Do you really think you have a chance with Bonnie Bennett?" Klaus chuckled.

"I do love a challenge." Kol then emphasized. "And I do love my witches."

"That challenge—" Klaus waved his hand toward the door the Bennett witch and Stefan had exited. "Is impossible."

"For you," Kol remarked. Kol glanced back at the door the two had left through. Klaus was suspicious of his brother's sudden strong interest. He hasn't seen this side of Kol in a very long time and Kol's obsessive nature rivaled his own.

"Good luck with that," Was all Klaus could say.

-X-

She sighed as she watched over an unconscious Stefan on her bed. She didn't know where to put him and settled here. Her mind was elsewhere. Tonight, had been a disaster. She had no idea why her magic suddenly had a voice, why she had a sex dream about Klaus of all people, or why she could telepathically hear Stefan. Nothing made sense and she had to consult her grimoires for answers.

She jolted when she heard Stefan beginning to move. She gazed at him curiously and wonder what she did to him exactly. For a moment, she hoped and wanted it to be the regular Stefan, but she dismissed the thought as fast as it came.

"Bonnie." He growled. He was still definitely the Ripper.

"So now you acknowledge me," She pressed her lips together. "Look at me." Miraculously, his green eyes gazed into hers. "I just want it to be clear between everyone. I am done doing favors or helping."

"Then why did you stop me?" She wondered if herself, but she kept to the basic answer.

"You're going to be my messenger," Bonnie said.

"And if I don't?" He said, defiantly. "I have no reason to deliver that message back to them."

"You will." She said. "Because you owe me, Stefan Salvatore." She crawled onto the bed and was inches from his face. Once, she would be scared of being this close to the Ripper but now she had no fear. He bared his fangs. Instead of flinching or moving away, she gripped the back of his hair with her hand as her magic immobilized him. "I can take you out of this world by just blinking so don't think you can scare me." She chuckled. "Remember this, you owe me everything. Everything about you… every breath you take and every minuscule thought you think of is mine. Your life belongs to me. I own you."

"Remember well, Stefan." She murmured. "Tell the others this... I am done being the fix it witch. I am done doing all the dirty work or saving their asses. I am done with all of them. I am not longer a servant— a slave to them to do their magical bidding. If they come asking for favors, they will be met with a no and violence. I am sick and tired of this shit so consider me out. I am no longer a friend to them just as they were no friend to me. I want to be left alone and any supernatural occurrences that arise such as Klaus… It's no longer my fucking concern." She gave a sweet smile that had malicious intent. "Deliver the message to them. I won't ask again." When he didn't answer her magic wrapped around his throat in an instant, suffocating him.

"Yes." He finally answered. She let her magic go.

"Good answer," she said. "Now get the fuck out of my house."

-X-

Klaus was sitting at the Mystic Grill rather early. Before even noon. His siblings had annoyed him to the point he was about to lose his temper. He had to escape his family, so he had left the manor. He was ordering some mundane food when he saw Elena and Caroline enter the bar. He was interested in going to Caroline since he hadn't talked to her last night but then he paused when he overheard their conversation.

"I can't believe this," Elena said as they sat in a booth away from him. "Do you think Bonnie really will stop helping us?" Klaus's interest peaked. The Bennett witch was no longer going to do their bidding? He was shocked considering the witch's loyalty seemed unbreakable.

"From what Stefan said, I believe so." Stefan? He wondered if that's why she had retrieved him last night. He then heard a faint buzzing sound.

"Damon texted me. He said that he will talk with Bonnie later today." Elena said.

"I'm sure having Damon of all people talk to her will make her want to come back." Caroline hissed.

"What else can we do?" Elena asked. "Now with Stefan gone…"

"We apologize," Caroline said. "Why are you more concerned about Stefan than Bonnie? Bonnie is your best friend. From what Stefan said, it seemed like she was tired of being treated as the fix it witch. I mean when was the last time any of us called her and it had nothing to do with us needing her help?"

"I am concerned about Bonnie." He could hear the pleading in her voice but didn't buy the act for a second and it seemed neither did Caroline.

"Then act like it. We leave Bonnie alone for at least a few days and then we go to apologize. And if I were you, I would make sure that I had a sorry speech prepared. Damon too."

Klaus leaned back in his booth and took a moment to process the information. He had to devise a plan. If he was ever going to gain the Bennett witch in his favor or at least not bother him with her meddling, the time was now. She was now isolated from her friends and seem to have some negative feelings towards them which would all play in his favor. He needed to act before she was somehow convinced by the doppelganger or the Salvatore brother.

-X-

The air became hotter. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was face down on the grass. She couldn't see him but could feel his presence.

"You look stunning this way. If only I had known earlier…" His hoarse voice traveled to her ears. His voice full of arousal. "That fucking you… Having you submit to me…. It would have made things much easier." His hand ran down her back. The coolness contrasted her hot skin. Her body ached for release. a\Ached for his touch. She whimpered when his hands reached her opening. One finger entered and then two… Bonnie's body began to shake when his other hand reached below her and stroked her clit. He continued his movements until she was close to orgasming but suddenly stopped. She whined for release.

"Beg." He commanded.

"More… Please…" She whimpered. "I want you…" He parted her legs wider before moving between them. She could feel his hardness. He entered her with surprising tenderness. When she adjusted to his size, his tenderness vanished and was replaced by fast-paced thrusts. His deep thrusts made her toes curl.

"Ah…" She panted. He hit that spot relentlessly and soon enough she couldn't handle it. The way his hands stroked her or the trail of hot kisses he left on her neck. "More…" She wanted more of this feeling. This bliss. Her magic swirled around them. His fast, deep thrusts took her over the edge. She came with him. Her body quivering under his body. His seed filled her.

After a moment of catching their breaths, he kissed down her back and murmured words in a language she couldn't understand. Her magic was pleased, and her body depleted of energy, but she wanted him. Again.

He seemed to know this because of what he did next. His hands unbound hers and she was flipped onto her back. Her head was dizzy from the orgasm, but her body ached for him again. So, she reached out for his face without thinking. As she pulled his face down to hers, she could feel her body running cold as she realized who her lover was.

Klaus.

-X-

She was awoken by one nightmare to be thrust into another. Her magic shielded her from whatever intruder had somehow gotten inside. As she made sense of the real world again, she realized her magic had pinned down Stefan. Was he going to attack her in her sleep? How the fuck did he even get inside? She was confused, mortified, and horny.

"Stefan," she said. "Why are you here?"

"I delivered your message." He groaned. She hesitantly eased her magic up. He got up from the floor.

"Bonnie…" The way he said it… reminded her of the old Stefan. His soft green eyes bore into hers. Did the Ripper subside?

"Stefan?" She hesitantly called. "Or are you the ripper?"

"Stefan," He sighed. "But the Ripper will be back soon."

"Oh?" The answer confused her more. She beckoned him closer and she could see him properly with the moon's light hitting him. His soft eyes watched her with hesitation and guilt. "Explain."

"Your magic did something." He hurriedly explained. "It split our personalities so it's like we are two people trapped in the same body but that's not what I came here for." She wondered why else he could be there besides the personality split. She wondered how she had even managed it, but something told her it wasn't light magic that did it.

"I need your help… but I can understand the countless reasons why you don't want to. However, I promise to owe you back everything bad I have ever directly or indirectly done to you— within my power. You have to help me, so I can do that."

"Go on." She was curious what he had to say even if she didn't plan on helping him, but she soon regretted even hearing him out.

"You have to punish me."