Just so you know Caroline is African American and not a vampire in this fiction. The only ones who remember their former selves are Damon, Stefan, Elena and Lucy.

The trip to the plantation was one that Damon would never forget. This Bonnie Bennett was nothing like the fearless Bonnie Bennett from Mystic Falls. She whimpered and cried so much that Lucy had to take her into her arms and console her. He watched her in disgust, this may take longer than he thought. Through deduction he figured her woe had to be due to not only being "pregnant" but a broken heart and the fact that she thought he was going to ravage her as soon as they arrived at Bayou Mystic. He'd thought about it, after all he had given her parents a great deal of money for her, but this sniveling whiney mess before him held no interest for him.

To top things off she was afraid of the ferry.

" I can't swim, my mother wouldn't allow it." She explained.

"But you live on the Bayou, near large bodies of water. It is practical to know how to swim." He said.

She held tightly to Lucy's hand and said again, " Mother wouldn't allow it."

He shook his head in disgust.

Upon arrival Damon was surprised to find that Stefan had hired out people to make ready the plantation. When he'd left to go to New Orleans it was a run down mess. Now it looked presentable and appeared to be functioning. There were people in the fields and servants awaiting their party on the large grand porch.

They wanted to appear as normal as possible. Already there was talk of strange beings and people being drained of blood or bitten by a wild animal.

They needed to blend in badly. Weeks after locating Bonnie they had purchased the plantation and come up with the plan to hopefully save them all.

Once they were out of the carriage, Caroline came running down the stairs, screaming and the two embraced lovingly. Caroline had a scarf tied around her neck and Damon looked up at Stefan and knew that he had been feeding from her, perhaps more in the weeks he had been gone. Although he was sure his brother's heart would always belong to the vampire/doppelganger.

"I am so glad you decided to take Damon's offer Bonnie. We are going to be so happy here!" she exclaimed.

Bonnie looked at her doubtfully as Caroline showed her around the big house. Servants greeted her and introduced themselves. Bonnie was polite and cordial to all of them. Damon and Stefan followed closely behind observing everything. Bonnie was poised, graceful, refined and compassionate. She would make any man proud to have her as the lady in his home. He watched her with pride noting even out of her place in time she managed to have great qualities.

Later having tea in the sitting room. A female servant Lucretia, a pretty black girl with skin the color of a mocha entered with a tray. Damon smiled when she walked in having spent several nights with her in her tiny apartments in New Orleans. He asked her to come and work on the plantation but hadn't told her about his plans to bring or have his place' live with him. He wanted to have sex and she was attractive and easy. He had visited several brothels in the area and sampled all the different flavors. He was not prejudice when it came to the nookie. She was busty and good in bed and since he knew he wasn't going to be getting any from Bonnie and he wasn't going to New Orleans everyday, he figured if she was willing he was definitely able. Damon was sprawled in a chair while Bonnie and Caroline prattled on about nothing. Every now in then they would include Stefan in the conversation but not him. He watched Bonnie closely. He knew he was making her uncomfortable but he couldn't help himself. He liked to see her squirm. He stared openly at her which was not polite at all. She was thinking he was watching her because he could not wait to ravage her young body later. She was so close to falling apart, it had been a really hard month. She tried to ignore him, but his blue eyes were too intense for her to ignore for long.

Lucretia watched Damon watching Bonnie and grew angrier by the minute. This creole was coming between her and her lover and she was having none of it. Damon watched as Lucretia spitefully drop the cup of tea into Bonnie's lap, burning her and ruining her dress. Bonnie jumped off the couch and began to wipe furiously at the stain. Lucretia apologized and pretended to help. Bonnie was wearing a pearl bracelet and Damon watched as Lucretia purposely broke the pearl strands in her fake attempts to clean the dress. He heard Caroline audibly gasp, and he watched as Bonnie got on the floor on all fours trying to catch the runaway pearls. Caroline and Stefan hopped on the floor and started to help also. Damon sat up straighter and stared at Lucretia, she smiled at him in mischief , then walked to Bonnie stepped on her hand, apologizing in the process.

"It's okay," Bonnie assured her, head downcast, still gathering up the pearls.

All the while Damon said nothing but held a passive look on his face. Lucretia turned and left the room, swaying her hips to keep his attention. He would deal with her later. He turned his attention back to the group on the floor. They appeared to have gathered them all up except one that had rolled over to Damon foot. He leaned over and plucked the pearl from the carpet, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. She walked to him like she was approaching a wild animal trying to feed it. When he looked at her face he saw that she had tears brimming in her eyes. Was he that terrible? She took the pearl and looked down at the broken bracelet.

"It was my Grams." She explained as her chin quivered.

He saw her then for what she was, a young girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. What she thought was a baby on the way, a mother who cared more about her lover and maintaining her lifestyle than her, her father who was living an expensive double life style, and him, taking her away from everyone she loved so he could have his way with her.

Caroline took her hand and escorted her from the room. Stefan sat down hard on the settee.

"We have got to get the real Bonnie back and get out of here. This Bonnie is," pause, "timid and fragile."

Damon was about to agree with him, she was definitely not as peppery as his Bonnie, but he saw it there, he saw the potential in her. He saw the same fire in her eyes that he saw in his witchy, he just had to bring it out of her.

"She'll do fine, she just has to be reminded of who she is and what she stands for."

"And you think you are the one to show her that?"

"Hey no one gets under Bonnie's skin the way I do." He smirked going to pour himself a glass of bourboun.

Stefan grinned, " You are right about that, but let that be all that you try to get up under." He warned.

Damon grinned, "You know me brother. And hey her father practically sold her to me. I feel like I should be able to do whatever I want with her."

"Damon, don't let your libido get you into trouble here, we are here to make Bonnie remember who she is to get back to 2013!"

"Alright alright" he pouted, " you never let me have any fun."

"So what's the plan?"

" I piss Bonnie off, she set me on fire, and presto."

"That's your plan?"

"Brother if you recall I am the protector of the Bennett line, also Bonnie did not tap into her powers until I made my presence known to her the first time."

"Her grandmother was a big part of that as I recall."

"Well we have Lucy. She is pretty damned powerful herself."

Damon swaggered to the doorway.

"Where are you going?"

"To pick a fight." He smirked.

Bonnie stood on the middle what was her suite, Lucretia was helping her to change out of the dress. The way Lucretia was glaring at her as she helped her undress was not unnoticed, if she didn't know any better she would think she hated her for some reason. Bonnie kept trying to make small talk but the maid was very snippy with her. She stood in the middle of the room in her underwear waiting for the woman to bring her another dress when Damon burst through the door with a drink in his hand.

Bonnie stood in shock, she couldn't move. She stood stark still as Damon's ice blue eyes raked over her body. She used her arms to cover herself and he laugh, like her arms could stop his imagination. Lucretia hurried to cover Bonnie and Damon decided then and there he was going to show them both who was in charge.

"Leave us," he said to the maid.

"Ms. Bonnie is not dressed." she said through clinched teeth glaring at him.

He did not repeat himself. Lucretia finally lowered her eyes and scampered out of the room.

Bonnie just stood there. This is it, she thought, he has come to claim what is his.

Damon lay his head back on the large pillows on the bed, kicking off his boots in the process.

"Do you prefer the left side or the right side of the bed?"

Silence.

"Do you like spooning? Or are you more of a lay your head on my shoulder type girl? I am fine with either as long as we sleep naked."

She blushed a deep shade of pink.

"You are so tiny I think we will fit together perfectly."

She turned her back to him and took a deep breath to calm herself, when she faced him again she stood up straighter and spoke.

"I want you to know that you can have my body, but you will never have my mind, spirit or heart." She said defiantly.

He spoke in the same tone of voice as her, "And I want you to know that you can keep all three of those things, Bon Bon your body is banging, had I known what was under your clothes all this time I would have been all over your ass, DAMN, turn back around!"

Her mouth dropped open, she was fuming, Damon could see it, he smiled and gave her the once over again.

"How dare you."

"Honey you are standing in the middle of my bedroom almost naked, how dare I not."

"This is your bedroom?"

"Well it's our bedroom, our cozy little hide away."

"You make me sick, I'm with child." She covered her stomach.

"Yeah about that, I don't think you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I have a pretty good sense of smell and I say your monthly is on it's way, should be here in a few days."

"You, you, you.." she sputtered, "gentleman don't speak of these things and how could your sense of smell be that strong?"

"Well I am not a gentlemen, we agreed on that earlier remember? And there are a lot of things about me you will be learning about, but not yet, I don't want to scare the shit out of you on the first night here."

"What do you want from me?" she asked

"Tonight? Nothing, get some rest, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow. You have to start running this household."

"What about tomorrow night?"

He rolled his eyes, "I told you in a few days you will get your period" and exited the room, but not before he took one more look at her.

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Two days later like he said Bonnie got her period. She stormed out into the fields where he stood talking to the man in charge of planting the crop.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed.

Everyone stopped and stared, no one talked to white people like that.

Damon looked at her, at least 2 feet shorter than him and laughed. She was furious, she looked just like his Judgy.

Mr. Miller excused himself and let the couple talk.

"I take it from your paleness and your bitchy attitude, your Aunt Flow arrived like I said."

She looked at him confused, "If that is supposed to mean I got my," she whispered, "monthly bill then yes!"

"I told you"he smirked.

"How did you do it, why did you do this? I could be at home now safe, but instead I sold myself to you."

"Hey baby I didn't tell you to spread your legs for Jack or Jerry whatever his name was."

She slapped him then hard.

The people in the fields gasped and grew silent watching, seemed as if the very Earth itself grew silent.

"Go back to the house Bonnie," he said through gritted teeth.

She slapped him again and was going to do it a third time but quick as a flash he grabbed her arm. He pulled her too him and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the house. The people in the fields watched in awe. They had never seen anything like the happenings in front of them. Was Mr. Salvatore going to kill his young place'? It was a good chance he would. Blacks had no rights and Ms. Bonnie had surely overstepped hers when she struck him.

His goal was to march her to the house and deposit her on the steps, but she was fuming angry. And he had done nothing wrong as far as she knew. She was not pregnant so good and she had no idea that Lucy had tricked her, but for some reason all her frustrations and anger were directed at him. He wanted the old Bonnie back but this one was getting to much to handle and she wasn't even a witch yet.

She fought with him every step of the way. Screaming obscenities and calling him every bad name in the book. Stefan watched them from the porch with barely contained humor. Caroline fanned herself nervously. At the last minute instead of dropping her on the porch steps he decided Ms. Bennett needed to cool off, so he dumped her in the watering basin for the horses.

She gasped in shock when she hit the water and ended up wetting all of herself up trying to get out. He watched her with his arms crossed grinning. The household servants had come out of the house when they heard the commotion and all wore looks of shock on their faces.

Bonnie finally took notice of all the people of the plantation watching her. As dignified as she could be under the circumstances she stood up, she removed the wet hair from her eyes and held her hand out like a lady, Damon took her small hand in his larger one and helped her out of the basin. She gingerly stepped out and stood defiantly in front of him. He was still smiling amusement in his eyes.

God she wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. She knew her anger was misplaced, there was nothing to be done about the situation she found herself in, she was not pregnant, the contract had been signed, he gave her parents a great deal of money to save them so she was stuck. She glared at him with hatred in her eyes, but she wasn't going to embarrass herself anymore than she already had, after all she was still a lady.

"Are you calm now, Bonnie?" he grinned.

She hated him, screw it she thought, she smiled widely before BAM, kneed him hard right in the balls.

He was shocked more than hurt so he grabbed his jewels and moaned. He fell down on the ground mainly for the onlookers sake and clutched himself. He watched from the ground as she made her way up the steps. Everyone was looking at her in awe. She never turned around not until she got inside the house, before mounting the steps she turned and stared him right in the eye. For a while he felt like they were the only two people there and then it happened he felt a sharp pain in his head, an aneurysm. It was only for a few seconds but it was there. She turned on her heals, wet like a rat and headed up the steps.

"Lucy!" she yelled and Lucy scurred up the steps behind her.

Stefan came to help him up. He smiled at his brother.

"What are you smiling about, you just got your ass handed to you by the lady of the house."

"She's back." He said softly.

Stefan followed Damon's gaze and Damon smiled in admiration after the little spitfire and repeated. "She's back."