Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries, otherwise I wouldn't have botched Delena.
***This is pre 6x17, and will not be canon to the show after this point***
Let them burn.
She fought her way to come back, yet the people she came back for couldn't care less if she was dead or alive. She went through hell in order to stay alive, in order to find a way back home.
And they couldn't care less.
Let them burn.
She was as alone as she was in the Prison World. No one cared. No one cared at all. Elena didn't care, Damon didn't care, Caroline definitely did not, care- no, as soon as their token witch comes back, she's useless unless she can wave her magic little finger and get them out of a problem.
They couldn't care less.
Let. Them. Burn.
"Do it, Bonnie. You're doing the right thing. You always knew they were monsters. Destroy them."
Through everything, Grams was the only one who cared for her. The only one who looked out for her. Grams was there with her in the Prison World, and she was here now. And Grams thought that she should make them pay. They should suffer for their crimes.
As the smoke rose, she heard screams from inside the building. Sure, a few innocent people had to die but Grams told her that it would all be okay. In the end, their sacrifices would be worth it. If it meant ending the lives of the people here torturing her on Earth, then she'd…
Suddenly, everything went black and she fell to the cold concrete.
"What the hell, Bonnie? Do you realize what you've done?"
Hovering above her was a very blurry version Damon. Of course. He'd only care when she finally hit rock bottom.
Where was she? Her vision was slowly getting back to normal, and she recognized the bleak musty room anywhere.
"Please. I'm not a vampire. You can't vervain me and keep me down here."
"You're weak right now. And we're going to make sure you stay weak. Do you realize how many innocent people where there Bonnie? Innocent people whose lives you could have taken."
Bonnie blinked. No, she felt absolutely nothing.
"There was a family there. A little girl with her mother and father. If Elena didn't save them, that girl wouldn't have lived to see her sixth birthday."
Still nothing. A thousand people burning would still not feel the amount of pain she felt in her life.
Yes, that was selfish. But she didn't care anymore. Her pain numbed her to everyone else's.
"So the prized Elena steps up and saves the day again? That's great, that's really great. What are you going to do next week when she switches brothers again?"
"Ouch, Bon Bon. Way to wound my soul," Damon said with a blank expression, evidently not affected in any way by Bonnie's dig.
But his expression turned grave as he locked his eyes with hers. "Seriously, Bonnie. I'm worried about you. I know you probably better than anyone else now, and I also know what that prison can do to you. I know how painful it could be, and how lonely it could be. It's not something you shake off over night- it's something you carry with you, something that haunts you."
"No, you don't know Damon. You always had me while you were there, and as soon as you came back you had Elena. I had no one. No one except for Grams. And you killed her."
"Bonnie, you know I regret what happened with your Grams."
"Doesn't matter. She's here now and instead of listening to her murderer, I'm going to take her advice."
"Okay..." He gave her a look, evidently confused. "Bonnie, as we just discussed, she is dead."
"No. She came back for me. She's here right now." And sure enough, Bonnie turned around and saw her Grams. Her Grams was watching Damon silently, with hate filled eyes.
"This is worse than I thought. Listen Bonnie, you are not well. I need you to trust me. We will get you through this."
"I don't need you Damon. I don't need anything from you."
She tried to tell him yet Damon kept talking, trying to convince her that she had something to live for. He tried to tell her how everyone cared for her and how they were going to help her get through this. But she wasn't in a listening mood. She just needed to find a way to get out.
Damon rambled on and on for what seemed like decades. And Bonnie got restless. Extremely restless. And excedingly annoyed. She had just enough magic in her to snap his neck, and that's exactly what she did. She snapped her fingers and immediately heard that familiar and slightly endearing sound of every vertebrae in the neck breaking.
"Good job, Bonnie," she heard her Grams say. "I know you don't want t do it, but you have to. You need to be strong. I bet the rest of the Vampire Brat Pack is waiting upstairs for you."
Bonnie nodded. She slit Damon's wrist and drank from his, feeling a new kind of power surging through her veins. No one was going to stop her.
Sure enough, Elena, Enzo, Caroline, and Stefan were waiting for her upstairs. "There's no point in trying to drag this out. Just get rid of them."
And she did. She broke Caroline's neck and sent Stefan flying straight through the coat hangers. Enzo tried to fight her a bit, which was nice. She loved a struggle. But he ended up with a table leg in his chest, mere inches away from his heart.
And of course Elena tried to reason with her. "Bonnie. This isn't you, okay. I know a lot of things happened to you while you were away, but-"
Bonnie heard nothing else she had to say. She just heard Gram's voice. "This is her fault, baby. All of this is her fault. She lured the vampires to town. She is the reason I'm dead. And she is the reason you were stuck in the prison world, alone.
"She is the reason Damon doesn't love you."
Bonnie became careless. She started throwing punches, although she knew she could never subdue the vampire with force. Enzo was going to get free and so was Stefan. So she migrained Elena before staking her in the throat.
She had criticized the vampires for their killing tendencies and bloodthirst in the past, but now she understood it. The feeling of another's blood on your hand... it was powerful. She was powerful. Too powerful for Mystic Falls.
And that's when she got the call.
"Bonnie. Just the witch I wanted to hear from. I heard you got back from the prison world. I reckon it was a fun trip." As soon as he said her name with that familiar soft English accent with its sadistic tone, she knew that she was screwed.
"What the hell do you want Klaus?"
She heard the original vampire sigh. "Look, there's a lot going on right now in New Orleans. And given your exceptional prowess at magic... I need a favor from you. And in return, I will forever be indebted to you."
Bonnie scoffed. "Really now? And why should I trust you?"
"Because my daughter's life is on the line."
The hybrid's voice had no trace of jest and she could feel the graveness in the air. Daughter...? Of course she didn't know any of these things.
"Look, just come and listen to what I have to offer. Stop by in New Orleans, and we can have a quick chat. We have a bit of catching up to do, sweetheart.
Bonnie didn't want to be a token witch again, but she knew she couldn't stay. She had no where else to go, and she belonged to nobody anymore.
"If you're in New Orleans, you can find a way to kill him," her Grams whispered in her ear. Bonnie nodded. She could take him down.
She took Damon's car (yes, his beautiful, prized car) and just started driving. She didn't dare to look back at Mystic Falls, and let the wind carry her.
Hello! My name is Ellie and I'm new to fanfiction :). I cannot wait to go on this journey with you guys, because in my opinion, Bonnie is one of the more interesting characters and I'm not exactly pleased with how TVD is dealing with her PTSD story.
Anyways, I will update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays DEFINITELY, but I want to increase my update schedule and hopefully update four or five days a week? But three will suffice for now. I hope you enjoy!