"Are you sure you should be doing this alone" I asked her, shifting uncomfortably from my position at the base of the beam.

She stopped her movement of arranging different vials of odd liquids, placing candles around the dark basement and generally looking around in confusion. She stopped all of this to stand in front of me-feet away still-and glare at me in utter exasperation. She hated any mention or implication that her talents were anything less than Emily's-which they were of course but her teenage judgmental rebellion wouldn't allow her to see that.

I was the guinea pig that would have to be fried and possibly killed for her to 'prove' to the general knowledged public that she knew what she was doing. There she stands, frowning and eyes flashing with irritation and anger and full lips pouting. Full lips… hadn't I noticed them once and caught myself before the thoughts could go further…

Not now thought, when I didn't have to worry about things like heavy moral weight on every judgment…

Her expression changed swiftly, her cheeks burning suddenly with an increase in blood that perforated the air in a sweet caramel aroma and eyes leaving my face bashfully. It seems someone doesn't like being stared at…

"Bonnie" I whispered. "At least give me some animal blood so I am strong enough for this…"
"After everything is finished" she said softly, turning her back away from me "I don't trust you right now, Stefan"
Had she always said my name like that? Like it was some kind of rare exotic fruit from a beautiful island…

She lit a match and lighted three purplish candles, before blowing the little flame at the end of the match in the most alluring manner…

"This will all be over in a few seconds" she whispered, nodding her head as if to console herself too.

She picked two of the three candles and walked over to me carefully-the closest she had been since I had tasted her blood, that caramel honey and toffee blood-and paced the candles inches near me before retreating swiftly without looking at me.

I sighed and then inhaled; vervain. The little smoke puffs surrounding me from the candles swirled past my nose in a tortures haze of pain, pricking nostrils like acid and blurring my vision with a sheen of blood-tears.

"Argh…" I moaned softly and she snapped her head up as she walked over towards me with the third candle. "Don't you think you're going over board with the vervain…"

"It is essential in pushing the compelling out…"she said softly before timidly placing the candle down and rushing back. She picks something of the little tool table, sighing heavily and shaking her head a little-her back faced towards me.

"I don't like the sound of that" I chuckle uneasily as she turns her head to look at me. "You're sighing like you have to kill a little puppy…"

"And you know your no little puppy, Stefan" she says, smiling as she walks slowly towards me.

My eyes slide to her right hand were she grips the black hilt of a thick kitchen knife. It glints in the candle light briefly and I hear myself groan. The little edges of my conscious that had been seeping painfully through the barrier of Klaus' compelling whispering to me that I have turned the sweet little descendant of Emily into a killer… while the still dominant side of me-the selfish cruel side of me-hollers at the fact that I am about to die at the hands of an incompetent teenage virgin nurse.

"You don't have to do this…" I whimper, pushing back into the wooden beam futilely. "Bonnie…?"
She sighs, crouching by me and pulls up the sleeve of my torn worn out shirt and her hot hands contact with my skin makes me jump again in shock.

"It's just a little cut, Stefan" she chuckles. "Don't be such a baby…"

"A little cut…?" I ask hysterically. "Get away from me"

She looks up at me, her face a neutral mask and I growl low. She flinches but regains her composure, ignoring my exposed vampire side and revealed teeth.

"My cat has teeth like you" says softly, reaching for my bound arm. I try to move it away but she catches it in her too small hand and pulls it straight. It is then that I realise how weak I have become… she takes the blade and angles it horizontally over my arm and slices. The skin being cut clean and crimson black dead blood oozing our… she hastily reaches behind her and takes a shallow bowl and angles my arm over it to catch the blood as it escaped.

"You thought I was going to slit your throat?" she asks darkly.

"Yes" I whisper, watching my own blood hungrily.

"It's like you don't know me under that compelling" she laughs quietly. "It's like your just expecting the worst…"

"because that's… that's all I have delivered. "I stammer, closing my eyes as the feeling of my blood leaving me weakens my already pathetic state. "I have delivered the worst…"

"Not for long, Stefan" she whispers, her brown eyes locking with my own the moment I open my eyes. She gets up in the same hasty manner-as though being near me could contaminate her-and returns to her little spell-cooking table.

"Where is Elena?" I ask-my voice hoarse and dry.

"Somewhere doing something" Bonnie murmurs absently, cutting something up.

"Does she know…"
"I told you she knows I have you and it is her who wants you de-compelled" she sighs impatiently. "You're wondering why she isn't her e to support you…"

"I don't need her…" I hiss, angry at her for being right.

"It may be messy" Bonnie says softly, ignoring my petulance. "Besides her going of on her elaborate missions with Damon… this may be messy and she doesn't want to bear witness to it if it is catastrophic"
"so she leaves you to hold all the guilt if it ends badly" I laugh. "I never ealised she could be so selfish…"

"She isn't and you know it" she snaps. "I am doing this for everyone. We are doing this for everyone…"

"What's in it for you " I whisper abruptly.

"Peace" she murmurs, turning around finally. "If only for a moment… it will be one less thing to worry about"

She is holding the little bowl with my blood. She places in front of me and surrounds the wooden bowl with five white stones and kneels before it. the bowl is between us and the candle lights around the basement dim momentarily before spiking up in long licking flames.

"This is happening, huh" I whisper, watching her now tanned caramel skin in the dim light. She nods once, before inhaling sharply and closing her eyes. the candles go up violently before a gust of winds sweeps through the almost air tight basement and blows them out. Bonnie begins chanting and the flames return, burning blue in the darkness and filling the air with a cold heat.

She thrums before me, hands outstretched to her sides, her hair moving freely in the now still air and lips rushing furiously through each incantation. The floor comes alive with a glowing blue intricate design from where she had scribbled unseeing things earlier on with a wax stick. We sit on a blue spider web after a moment and I watch in awe as the candles in front of me lift of the ground.

Five minuted go by and I feel no different.

"Still compelled, Bonnie" I snicker, leaning back on the post.

She chants louder and I think I may have irritated her.

"It's not working little witch" I sneer. "Maybe you should ask Emily for some of her power and knowledge…"

She scowls, eyes opening and glaring at me and begins to chant faster and louder-an obvious dig that I should be quiet.

She sways from her kneeling position, her raised arms faltering a little but her eyes remain locked with my own. I smirk at her and she frowns violently. Her nose scrunches up and she grimaces a little from pain.

"Give it up Bonnie" I murmur, watching in an odd fascination as a thick red liquid escapes from her nose and drops into the wooden bowl she is leaning over.

I look up at her but she has closed her eyes now, the room filling with an exponential energy that levitates the candles around us and crawls all over my skin in a sick cold feeling.

"Bonnie…" I cry, as I feel the energy enter me and rip through my veins. Veins filled with no blood but my own… easily flammable blood…

My head thrums with a hard noise and I hit my head back onto the sturdy post hard and groan. My stomach churns and I cough up a little blood.

"Stop…" I groan. "You are hurting me, Bonnie!"

In seconds, I am consumed in pain. A living pain in my mind and nerves as I seizure at the base of my little prison, the vervain candles smoke sifting up into my nose and choking out any thought. My numb begins warring with itself-memories flashing and overlapping violently before the pain finally takes over. Torturous inferno's of pain lifting my body up before ripping my into two and closing my eyes from any light. In moments, the rushing sound subsides and I know I am about to die… the sound of death fills my ears…

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BONNIE B

Should I stop? He is writhing and groaning in front of me-crying my name feeble and eyes rolling back into his head. Before I can decide what action to take, he slumps at the base of the wooden post, eyes half open and face drawn and ashen.

I shake my head in disbelief, unable to stop the energy flow or halt the spell. Its too late; we are too far gone but the fact of the matter rests in those dim half open eyes.

He is dead. I killed Stefan Salvatore.

Death is a funny thing.

When you are cursed with living forever, never aging or changing-the word 'death' means a wholly different thing. Dying for a vampire is a temporary thing. Like having a cold… temporary but beautifully painful as you awaken from it because dying and living are two different things and doing both simultaneously is going against nature.

Nature… witches are born from it. vampires go against nature and therefore they go against witches.

He lays still on the hard cement floor, sallow and ashen. Still and lifeless. His previously bright eyes as dim as the dust surrounding him. The air is quiet except for the sound of rushing supernatural energy around us… and energy I have no control over as it takes a life of its own in the space of the basement.

The air is quiet except for my shallow sobs.

I don't know why I am crying. I knew this part was essential… I knew he had to die. The few minutes before he passed and called my name out did odd things me-to my psyche. I feel dirty. I feel like the worst kind of thing to walk the planet. Every memory of his cruelty under the compulsion and switched of humanity evaporated the second he called my name. All that was left was his kind eyes and timid smile. His soft words and warm voice.

You have to wake him up, get a hold of yourself Bonnie I chastised myself and got up off the dirty floor.

I crawled slowly over to him-the gold laced iron knife in my hand-and tugged his limp arm. He didn't move or start.

The knife… the magical knife I had found amongst Gram's stuff… hidden and locked away. The knife that was to go through his heart… laced with living blood. The poor bunny I had bought from the pet store… the poor white cute fluffy bunny…

It was done. The ritual and the spell completed… the knife went through his chest cavity, through his heart before I wrenched it out. The vervain paste in the bowl I had been repeating the incantation over… the paste of his own dead blood mixed with pure vervain seeds-smeared over the wound I had created and seeping through to the fibres of his heart. Once it restarted, his blood would mix with the paste and course through his body and up to his mind… cleaning the hypnosis and traces of any human blood. He would be clean and addiction free.

He would wake up the same Stefan who had comforted me numerous occasions.

We would be free of Klaus.