More days passed by and Damon sunk deeper and deeper into his grief and pain over losing Bonnie. Currently he was sitting on the couch looking at pictures and photos of her. In one picture she was smiling and cuddling up next to Orion the dog that she had grown to love as if it were her own child, In another was one of Damon himself, Bonnie, Stefan, and Elena all smiling together taken from the time when they went on a double date to the theme park Kings Dominion, there were many pictures of just her and Damon together.
One with them on the trip that they took to New York the photo obviously showed that they were a couple in love and happy to be together. Another one showed Bonnie being playful as she was leaning over his back mouth open pretending like she was going to bite him as Damon grinned at the camera. Damon's heart ached as he looked as these pictures of his deceased wife and them together. The door bell rang interrupting what he was doing. Damon knew that Caleb was suppose to come over today. Caleb had told him that he would help find the one or ones who had murdered Bonnie. Damon got up and made his way to the door.
He opened it but instead of seeing Caleb it was an older man. He was black, with his hair neatly shaved, he wore a business suit and had green eyes close to the shade of Bonnie's. Damon instantly figured out who he was even though he had never seen the man in person over even a picture of him.
The man fixed his tie eyeing Damon.
"How may I help you?" Damon asked even though he wasn't in much of a mood to talk to anyone.
"This to make sure that I'm at the right place, you're Damon Salvatore right, you were married to Bonnie?" He asked
"Yes I am….was married to Bonnie." Damon answered
"Well I'm Greg Bennett, Bonnie's Father." He let Damon know.
Damon wondered why her father had decided to show up now when he didn't even show up for her funeral. "I figured how may I help you?"
Greg Bennett took in Damon's appearance, his black hair was disheveled and his skin pale like he hadn't spent much time in the sun. Greg already didn't like the fact that Bonnie had gotten married at such a young age but seeing Damon he wondered what his daughter saw in the man.
"There's something that I need. Will you let me in?" Greg wanted to know.
Damon felt like telling the man to fuck off so that he could wallow in his grief. But since the man was Bonnie's father Damon step to the side.
Greg walked into the house looking around and turning to Damon. "I don't have a lot of time so let's make this quick."
"Yeah of course." Damon said "What do you need?"
"I came here to get some of my belongings." Greg answered
"Could you repeat that." Damon couldn't believe his ears.
Greg cleared his throat. "Bonnie when she left for college she took some things from my house back in Mystic Falls, I let her borrow them. But now that she's dead I've come to get them back.
This irritated Damon. "That's all that you've wanted to come here for is to get some belongings back?"
"Yes that's what I said." Greg answered as if he was confused by the question.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Damon questioned
Greg arched a brow. "Excuse me, what have I done for you to use such language on me."
"It's more like what you've haven't done like go to your own daughters funeral." Damon snapped his emotions clearly on edge.
"I was too busy." Greg said getting defensive
Damon glared at him. "Of course you're always too busy aren't you Greg how many times did you miss out on something in her life? So I guess it shouldn't be a surprise that you don't even care enough to mourn and celebrate her life after she died."
Greg pressed his lips firmly together. "I don't appreciate your attitude with me right now Mr. Salvatore."
"Sure you don't because I'm pointing out the truth about what a shit of father that you've been towards Bonnie." Damon said letting some of his emotions unleash.
Greg lifted his chin. "You're doing nothing but proving me right, right now."
"Right about what? Damon asked.
"That Bonnie made a bad mistake in marrying you." Greg retorted "You're not worthy enough to be her husband."
Damon let out a humorless laugh. "I honestly don't give a fuck what you think about me or my relationship with Bonnie."
Greg rolled his eyes. "No wonder she was attracted to you, she had a bad disrespectful attitude just like do."
"Do not speak ill about Bonnie in front of me, I'm not in the mood Greg." Damon warned
"Is that a threat?" Greg asked
"It's a warning." Damon corrected. "Instead of loving and cherishing your daughter for the sweet and wonderful person that she was, you're treating her as if she were an annoyance in your life."
Greg frowned. "I loved my daughter."
"You sure do have a bull shit way of showing it." Damon spat.
Greg got offended. "Now you listen to me I put food on the table and shelter over the head for Bonnie and I won't allow you to keep disrespecting me."
"I give respect to those who earn it." Damon retorted. "But you know what Bonnie had myself and all of her friends who loved her and appreciated her more than you ever could and they are all hurting over her death."
Greg stood there as Damon went on.
"No matter what you think of me Greg I loved Bonnie." Damon went on. "I love her with every ounce that I have in me and I would die to trade places with her and have her alive again so fuck off."
Greg's eyes widened. "I did try to reconnected with Bonnie but she wouldn't have it."
"When was this?" Damon sneered "You haven't bother to see her in years."
"I guess she didn't tell you about it. But I talked to her on the about seven months ago. She asked me if we could meet somewhere for a Father-daughter reunion. I told her that I would do it but only if she divorced you." Greg confessed. "Bonnie refused telling me that she loved you way too much to divorce you, so I guess you should be happy to know that she picked her husband over her own father."
"Only because you made her pick. Bonnie wanted nothing more than a relationship with you." Damon said with anger.
"She had her chance." Greg said
Damon had enough of this man. "Just get the fuck out."
"I'm not going anywhere until I get my belongings back." Greg told him.
Damon grabbed Greg roughly by the collar. He looked into Greg's eyes compelling him. "Leave now before I do something that I regret like beat you senseless, believe me if you weren't Bonnie's father I would have, now get out of my face and don't come back here again."
Greg turned on his feet saying nothing and left the house. Damon returned to looking at pictures as he kept mourning for the loss of his wife.
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A few hours later Caleb arrived telling Damon about what he found.
"I looked up the symbol that was near Bonnie when she was killed." Caleb started off.
"What is the connection what does the symbol stand for?" Damon wanted to know.
Caleb got out a few sheets of paper. "The symbol belongs to a group called the Witch Hunters."
Damon shook his head. "Witch hunters?"
"They're a hate group much like the KKK or the Nazi's but they direct their hatred solely towards witches." Caleb explained.
"Bonnie became their target." Damon said understanding.
Caleb nodded his head. "Correct but she wasn't their only target."
"What do you mean?" Damon asked.
"Over the past seven years there have been about twenty eight cases of witches disappearing or being murdered. The public doesn't know much about it because not many of them are even aware that Supernatural's exists." Caleb went on. "But they are believe to be connected to one group."
"Bonnie was number twenty nine on their list." Damon commented
"I believe that she was and I believe that this was the group that killed her." Caleb confirmed
Damon's jaw clinched in anger. "Do you have any names or anything for me to go on so I can find these people?"
Caleb held up the papers in his hand. "As a matter of fact I do, after much research I uncovered the names of the Witch Hunters, they are a very small group only about six to eight members strong along they are looking to expand."
Damon took the papers from Caleb, the names listed were Oliver, Tim, Dale, Cole, Larry, and Kenny. Along with their last names, their home addresses, the license plate numbers to their cars and their cell phone number.
"Thanks I'll take it from here." Damon told him.
Caleb eyed Damon with sympathy. "You're welcome, I'll always help out a good friend….you don't have to go through this alone you have me, Mercedes, your brother, and friends we are all here to help you go through this."
"I know." Damon said
Caleb nodded his head and left knowing that Damon wanted to be alone.
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That night Damon drunk more bourbon as he keep going over the list that Caleb had given him. He wanted to memorize everything about all of the men who had done this to Bonnie. They murdered and tortured her and Damon would make sure that they would pay for it. Anger and rage boiled up instead of him ready to spill over. They killed his wife and weren't going to get away from it. Damon stood in front of the fire place images of her chained to a tree dead flashing in his mind.
On a yell of anger Damon threw the half filled glass of bourbon into the fire. He wasn't going to stop until every last person who had something to do with the murder and torture of Bonnie was dead. He would get his revenge on all of them.
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While Damon was grieving over the loss of his wife Kenny the ring leader of the witch hunters was in the bed with his girlfriend of three years Natalie.
Kenny kept gloating about killing Bonnie like it was some grand accomplishment.
"We did it, we killed one of the most powerful witches to have ever lived. Bonnie Salvatore, from the great Bennett witch line." Kenny gloated
"Great job honey." Natalie said
"We're doing society a favor in taking down these witches." Kenny went on.
Natalie had fallen in agreement for Kenny's hatred of witches. "Of course they shouldn't walk and live among us."
Kenny smirked "Exactly that's why we had to kill that Bennett witch, can't have someone with that power walking around."
Natalie began to toy with the Emerald diamond necklace. The one that Damon had given to Bonnie for Christmas. Kenny had stolen if from Bonnie on the night that she was murdered.
"Thank you for the gift." Natalie giggled.
"You're welcome. It looks better on you than it did on that filthy bitch." Kenny said
"Her husband must have given it to her." Natalie commented
Kenny shrugged a shoulder. "Who cares?"
Natalie looked at him. "He'll be angry about you doing this to his wife."
"So what if he is?" Kenny said
"He is a vampire Kenny all of you better be careful and watch your back." Natalie commented/
"We know that." Kenny said "If Damon Salvatore comes after us we'll be ready for him."
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The following night one of the group members was driving along on a high way singing along to a song on the radio. He was Oliver and much like the rest of the group he was celebrating their killing of Bonnie and felt no remorse for it. Kenny had said something about watching out for her husband Damon Salvatore but Oliver paid nothing to it.
Oliver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. Suddenly a SUV appeared behind him with bright lights nearly blinding Oliver.
Oliver was annoyed. "Geez turn your high lights down." He muttered even though the driver behind him couldn't hear.
The SUV's high lights remained over reflecting in Oliver's rear view mirror.
Oliver squinted his eyes against the lights. "What is your problem." He directed at the SUV driver.
The SUV inched closer to him until it was tail gating his car.
"Alright I'm pulling over." Oliver grumbled. He moved from left lane to the right thinking that the SUV would pass by him. Instead the SUV followed him into the next lane still tail gating him.
"What in the hell?" Oliver questioned speeding up.
The SUV sped up with him and rammed him hard in the rear end. Oliver gripped the wheel as his car jerked forward with the impact. The SUV rammed him again and Oliver realized that someone was trying to run him off of the road on purpose.
"Shit." Oliver said pushing his car to go faster. The SUV kept chasing him down the road ramming him several times nearly causing Oliver to lose control more than once. Oliver was in panic mode trying desperately to get away from the SUV but the driver was too fast.
The SUV pulled along side his car. Oliver looked over and could see through the dim dashboard lights in the SUV who was chasing him. It was Damon Salvatore looking back over at him with anger on his face. Oliver didn't know that Damon had used compulsion on someone to 'borrow' the SUV.
Oliver's eyes widened as Damon side swiped him hard. This spent Oliver's car onto the ditch of the road, his car fish tailed and spun out of control flipping over and over again several times twisting and smashing metal. When it came to a stop the car was upside down with broken glass, bent and twisted metal was around Oliver. Oliver groaned in pain as he felt blood dripping from his head.
He heard the sound of the SUV stopping and from his upside down position in his wrecked car he saw a pair of black boots stomping towards him. Oliver tried to frantically get out knowing that it was Damon Salvatore but his leg was pinned painfully between the steering wheel and the seat on his car making him stuck.
Damon knelled down until his face was in view of Oliver.
"Looks like you're stuck." Damon said coolly "Let me help you out."
Oliver's screams could not be heard because there was no one around the area to hear them.
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Tim another group member heard a knock at the door. He got up to answer it wondering who it was this late at night. When he opened the door he jumped back startled and horrified at what he saw. On his front porch was Oliver. Oliver with his neck twisted and snapped at an odd angle and with a hole in his chest where his heart once was and his lifeless eyes stirring up at him.
A sticky note was attached to his forehead and it read. "You killed and tortured my wife and now I'm going to kill and torture all of you, deliver this message to all of your friends Tim, sweet dreams Damon Salvatore."
