***Thank you all so much for the kind reviews. This my first fanfic ever so I appreciate all of the support. My Bonnie is somewhat OOC, I have taken some creative liberties with her character. In my world, her and Jeremy have also never had a romantic relationship. For the most part though, all of the other characters will have the same personality as on the show, especially Klaus (to the best of my ability.) I'm extremely busy right now so I'm a little slow at updates, but once things calm down, I'll be more timely about it.
Anyway again, thanks for reading!
Bonnie was confused. Frankly, she was surprised she was still alive. She found herself lying on something soft, slowly her groggy mind processed that she was on a large black bed. She opened her eyes, taking in the dark walls and high ceilings and realized she was in the Salvatores' house, more specifically, Damon's bedroom; she frowned at the realization.
She hesitatingly called out for Damon who, to her human eyes, seemed to appear instantaneously furiously demanding to know what had happened to her. Over the past few months, she had begun to care for Damon as a friend, even learning to trust him. However, she knew his impulsivity; he acted irrationally when he was emotional, often risking his own life without a second thought. She decided to lie. "I don't know. Last thing I remember I was walking home from the grill. How I got there from here is a mystery to me too."
His blue eyes narrowed with suspicion as he began to question her. She stuck to her story until he had no choice but to skeptically accept her explanation, at least for the time being.
Bonnie could, at times, be a good a liar, even an excellent one. Years of mental and physical abuse at the hands of her drug abusing mother and her various boyfriends had forced the skill upon her. She was a closed off person by nature, having a hard time opening up to anyone, which is why she had felt the need to hide her suffering in the first place.
It had not really mattered in the end though. Her mother's overdose and subsequent sudden death last year had cast a light on everything Bonnie had tried to conceal. Though most of Mystic Falls had been somewhat aware of her dysfunctional family situation, they had not really understood the extremity of it. It was only by the grace of her lies that she had been able to keep up the charade for so long. She hated being dishonest and having to lie to Damon did not sit well with her; it reminded her of bad times that she would rather forget.
It was only 3 p.m and Bonnie was drunk, very, very drunk; drunker than she had been in a long time. She was still very shaken by her time with Klaus, hence the consumption of copious amounts of alcohol. A slight breeze ruffled her hair as she sat outside in her backyard, alternating between taking shots of vodka and writing in her journal.
Similar to Stefan, Bonnie had many filled journals hidden away in her room; she believed the one she was currently writing in was number ten or eleven. This need to write, to try to make sense of her thoughts was something both she and Elena had always connected on. Since childhood, they would often find themselves sneaking away to some quiet place to write in their respective journals.
Elena and Jeremy were the closest thing to family she had and the thought of ever losing them was unbearable. The Gilbert family (aside from John off course, who Bonnie had disliked since the day she met him) had always treated her like she was their own. They were part of the select few who knew the truth about Bonnie's upbringing and had pretty much unofficially adopted her soon after finding out. She had spent countless nights at their home when things at home were too bad. She had done her best to help Elena somehow cope with the death of her parents, but her own grief at their loss had been quite crippling.
The only solace had come in the form of goofy, sweet-hearted Jenna who was the only reason all of them were able to somehow go on with their lives. Bonnie had always clicked with Jenna, but had truly grown to love her when she assumed guardianship of Elena and Jeremy.
Elena had always been more of a people person than Bonnie and had participated in student council, cheerleading and other school activities. Whenever Elena was busy with her obligations or hanging out with Caroline, (who Bonnie could only enjoy in small doses) Bonnie would often find herself hanging out with Jenna. Jenna had a way of making bad things fade away; she was hilarious, kind and clever. The dark cloud of self hatred and misery that seemed to always hold Bonnie back seemed to dissipate around Jenna.
Of course, all of this only made it even more excruciating to watch Klaus turn her into a vampire and then kill her.
Bonnie allowed herself to think back to the night of Jenna's death, something she usually avoided at all costs. The moment she found out that Klaus had Jenna and was planning on using her as his vampire sacrifice she had bolted to the clearing in the woods where the ceremony was being held. She knew she didn't have enough power to stop him from going through with it, especially with Greta there. It didn't matter though because she also knew that she could not allow this happen, no matter what the cost.
She remembered Klaus' look of surprise when she had demanded to take Jenna's place. Bonnie had always been a troubled child with many personal demons, but Jenna was good; Jenna made the world a better place. There was no hesitation in Bonnie's mind when it came to deciding whose life was more valuable: Jenna's or her own. She had even cut herself in front of him, hoping that the scent of her blood would tempt him to feed on her and change her into a vampire. He had pretended to consider her offer, his eyes never leaving her face as he slowly licked the blood off her wrist before biting into it. Foolishly, she had thought he had accepted her offer. Instead, he drank from her until she became dizzy and weak before staking Jenna anyway.
The blood loss had made her so disoriented that the rest of the ceremony was a blur; at some point, she even lost consciousness. In retrospect, perhaps it was better that her memories of that night were unclear. It would do her no good to rehash the past. Bonnie angrily shook herself out of her reverie and went to take another shot only to find the bottle empty. She decided to go to the Grill, being alone in her present state did not seem like a good idea and she needed more booze.
Bonnie sipped on a diet coke in a secluded corner at the bar as she thought about what she felt like doing for the rest of the night. The bartender, a tall skinny blonde she had never seen before, had refused to serve her alcohol so that was not an option. She felt like shit and did not want to meet up with Elena or Jeremy because they would probably question why she was drinking so much. She decided she would sit here for awhile and read then perhaps go bother Damon for more alcohol; he could be an entertaining drinking partner and was not into talking about feelings, which was fine with her.
Bonnie was quite immersed in her book and paid no mind when someone sat on the stool next to her. Her head shot up in shock however when she heard this person order two shots of whiskey. Unfortunately, her ears had not been playing tricks on her and she indeed found herself gazing at the last person in the world she wanted to see right now.
She knew it was partially due to the alcohol, but she didn't care, she felt reckless and angry. Why couldn't he just leave Mystic Falls? Stefan was compelled to protect Elena, there was no reason for Klaus to be hanging around.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She was usually more careful and less emotional when speaking, especially to him, but she could not contain her rage and frustration at the unfairness of the situation. He could do whatever he wanted and she could not do anything about it because not only was her magic gone, but he had no problem killing innocent people, even in public, just to get his way.
Klaus cocked his head to the side, an innocent expression of hurt on his face, "now is that really any way to greet a close friend?" It always did shock her how misleading his physical appearance was; it seemed so wrong that someone so evil could be so beautiful and even angelic looking at times.
Bonnie grit her teeth in order to avoid another outburst before calmly and evenly announcing that she was leaving. The wounded looked on Klaus' face quickly morphed into one of wicked amusement "that's a shame, but don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to find someone to take your place, maybe even a whole group of peopleā¦"
The implication was clear. No matter how much she wanted to leave, she could not ignore the barely veiled threat; she refused to be the cause of more needless deaths.
So she stayed.
