dislcaimer: vampire diaries does not belong to me. i simply own this plot line, the character freya and my own insanity. that is all.

Set in season 2 of vampire diaries, set before, during and after the masquerade ball.

Rewrite of Wicked Lovely

An Introduction

A Witch, Two Vampires and a Coma Patient

In the months he had been apart of the self entitled Scooby-Doo Gang, Damon Salvatore knew only three things. One was that he should have never come back to Mystic Falls. Two, he learned that falling in love with your younger brother's girlfriend whose maternal ancestor was your ex-lover and her literal mirror reflection from hell was a horrible choice. And three, he was going to need a lot more bourbon if he was going to deal the group of teenagers who were in his living room demanding that they look for their teenaged witch. He was still trying to wrap his head around how Sabrina had gotten herself kidnapped by vampires.

Didn't she hate them?

Bonnie was a witch. She had powers. Magical witchy natural juju that she could conjure up to give them a freaking migraine from hell. She had no problem doing it to him on a daily basis. Why was now any different? What had she been doing? He turned his gaze over towards Jeremy Gilbert. The teenager was sitting on his couch, his very nice Italian leather couched that cost him a nice lump sum of money, and the kid sat there rubbing his sweaty palms against it. Maybe Damon should snap his neck again. Or rip his head clean off his shoulders. Quick and simple.

And messy, his brain added. Also, Damon would lose brownie points with Elena if he did. Also Ric had been staring at him like he was waiting for the vampire to do something. Well between the sobbing Elena, the brooding Stefan and the constant interrogation questions shot at him from both the baby vamp and her former all American quarterback. Damon was very tempted. Caroline wouldn't shut up. Matt looked like he was about to cry because Bonnie was missing and Elena was still crying in Stefan's shoulder.

Damon eyed the doppelganger's bloodied clothes. "We can wash your clothes you know."

She looked over at him. "I don't want my clothes washed," she said. "I want my best friend back."

Damon shrugged his shoulders. "Well Elena, I'd hate to tell you this but we can't find witchy without a witch. A Bennett witch. And the only two witches with the last name Bennett are out of commission."

Shelia had been a coma since the tomb. Bonnie still hasn't forgiven them for it. How could she? Her grandmother was probably going to die in a hospital while her granddaughter was missing in action. That would be some sad news to deliver. As for the girl's mother, Damon wouldn't be surprised if she had kicked the bucket years ago. The little witch never spoke about her family much from what Damon gathered.

And he had been around quite a few times to watch the kid grow up. He knew her dad was an asshole who used his business trips to stay away from the town and by proxy his own daughter. He never knew if Bonnie's mom died or not but he knew Shelia had cared for the girl until recent events.

"We need to find her Damon." Ric spoke. Damon heard the concern in his voice. Where had that come from? He knew Ric found the girl to be a good student, often praised her history papers when he was grading them while sharing a drink with the vampire. He raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you care?" he asked, curious. Ice blue eyes narrowed, Damon stepped towards the history teacher. "What does little Bonnie Bennett mean to you, Ric?"

Alaric tensed up, his jaw locked but he didn't answer. Damon continued, taunting the man.

"What's a matter, Ric, cat got your tongue? Come on," he tapped Alaric's shoulder. "Why does she matter? You guys don't talk and yet you hold her on a pedestal. You praise her. 'Oh, Bonnie knows so much about the 1800s, it's amazing. Almost like she lived it. So detailed. So creative.' God it's disgusting."

He delivered a sharp jab to Alaric's shoulder. "Damon," the hunter said. "We need to find her before someone files a missing person's report."

"Who the hell is going to file a missing person's report on Bonnie Bennett?" Damon asked, his voice raising. "All the people who care about her are here. No one else cares about her!"

Caroline's voice rang out. "That isn't true!"

Damon watched as she shot to her feet and stormed up to him. She jabbed him in the chest as she spoke. "Bonnie is a well known figure in this town. Someone is going to notice she's missing. Now stop disgracing her and get your ass in gear and start finding a witch who can find her."

Damon growled in her face. "I'm not looking for her."

"Damon, she saved us." Stefan, ever the hero, coming to save the day with his words and bunny breath.

He snorted. "And she also tried to kill us."

"Hasn't everyone tried to kill you though?" A new voice called. Everyone turned their head towards the foyer. Katherine Pierce was leaning against the door frame, hands crossed over her chest and her lips in a somber smile. Beside her was Lucy Bennett and Anna. Anna stepped forward. "I mean, you're not very likeable Damon."

"The hell are you doing back in town? I thought you left after you got your mom." Damon snapped.

"I've been around," Anna said with a shrug.

"I'm sure. Probably in Baby Gilbert's bed." Damon snapped.

"You said little BonBon was missing," Katherine said. She has a thoughtful look on her face as she pushed off the door frame. "How long now?"

"About three hours," Stefan answered. Elena was glaring daggers at her ancestor. Katherine nodded and turned back to Lucy. 'Think you can find her?"

"She shouldn't be that far." Lucy said. "I'm going to need something of hers. Blood would be ideal but I don't think that's a good idea with a newborn vampire in the room."

Alaric turned to Jeremy. "You still have her mask?"

Jeremy nodded and walked up to Lucy, handing her the mask Bonnie had been wearing that night at the ball. Lucy took the mask, stared at it and walked over to the liquor bar. She poured herself a glass and drank. Once she was done, she walked over to the shelves, looking for something.

"What the hell are you doing?" Damon asked.

"Looking for a map," she said nonchalantly.

Damon snarled at her. "Get off my bookshelf."

"Don't think I will," Lucy told him.

The blue eyed vampire growled and rushed towards her only to be stopped half way. He looked at her and saw the look of shock on her face. Obviously she hasn't done it then. But that left another question. Who had done it?

He heard the baby vampire let out a gasp of shock and Elena's heart beat skipped before picking up. A brief smell of jasmine assaulted his nose. "Well its about time you decided to show up. Done playing the damsel, Judgy?"

"I don't know about you, Damon," said another voice. He dropped to his knees as his brain cells started to explode. "But my grandbaby is in actual danger so you'd better shut your yap and let Lucy do her job."

Damon growled at Shelia. He should have known the old hag wouldn't stay in a coma for long.