Bonnie takes one final glance at the exterior of her home, her eyes especially fixed on the porch swing where she used to have girl talk with Elena and Caroline. If she closes her eyes she can still hear the laughter in the air from her two best friends whenever her Dad stepped outside at the most inopportune times. The ones that always ended with her being the one getting in trouble no matter if it was the blonde, the brunette or at her own fault. Her eyes go to the grass where they used to run around and play for hours on end then to the seven hanging off of the edge of her home. With a wave of her hand she fixes it and finally looks at the paper slapped onto her door. Bringing her to the reality of what she's about to do.

Things had gone to hell, Alaric finally made his move, outing each and everyone of Mystic Falls' supernaturals to the council. From the Originals to her friends and well her. She couldn't say that she was surprised but what did throw her was that according to Liz, she was number one on the council's hit list. Between beings that could tear your throat out and rip you in half before you could blink and one that had been protecting you from said beings for the last year. She thought that the choice was obvious on who you'd want to bump off but then again it wasn't like they exactly knew that part. And she didn't particularly care to explain. All she knew was that she was done. So with a suitcase containing countless Grimoires, a duffle bag filled with her clothes and basic necessities, and keys in hand she decided to leave. Not wanting to give anyone the chance to turn to her to try to reel her back in, knowing that at this point she might give in. But reminds herself that she had done more than her part. It was time to let everyone act their age instead of turning to someone that wasn't even half of it.

She jumps when her phone rings, not being able to help herself she takes it out of her pocket but when she sees that it's Damon she tosses it into the air watching as it melts leaving a sea of silver on the pavement of her driveway in its wake.

Then she slides behind the wheel of her car not wanting to give herself the chance to talk herself out of her decision. Backing out of her driveway, cutting the wheel to the right and presses her foot on the gas pedal, forcing herself to keep her eyes straight ahead instead of glancing in the rearview mirror like the little voice in the back of her mind keeps urging her to do. Letting out a sigh of relief when she finally turns off of her block and hightails it to the interstate a grin gracing her features as she passes the sign signaling the exit of Mystic Falls.

"How long do you think it'll take until they notice that we're gone?"

"I'll be generous and give them a week." Bonnie answers glancing at her passenger who lets out a small laugh before saying that that was too generous.

One Month Earlier…

Bonnie is five minutes into her jog when she feels the chill that runs down her spine that she gets when she's in the presence of another supernatural. Without the slightest bit of hesitation she pulls up every ounce of her magick to the surface just in case they have plans to attack. Only to stop and sigh in annoyance when she sees Kol Mikaelson rounding the upcoming curve of the trail, a look of surprise on his face when he spots her. She wants to tell him to spare her considering that he's been her shadow for the last couple of weeks yet this is the first time he's intentionally made contact with her, whatever the reason for the change can't be good. At least she doesn't think it will be for her.

"Bonnie," He smiles when she's close enough to hear him.

"Mr. Mikaelson," She returns his smile, internally rolling her eyes when he changes his direction to run beside her.

"Please, call me Kol."

"I prefer to keep things formal when addressing someone I don't trust. Don't want them to get the wrong idea. So what do you want?"

Kol frowns thrown off by her attitude, even more by the next words that pass her lips.

"You've been shadowing me for at least a week."

"You knew that I've been following you and you haven't done anything about it?"

"I figured you approach me when you were ready. I didn't think see the point in rushing things."

"You really are just like her."

"Excuse me?"

"Ayanna, Your ancestor." he adds when he sees that she doesn't recognize the name "Elijah said that you reminded him of her, I didn't see it until now." When his brother told him such he literally waved him off. From what his siblings had told him of the latest descendant of the Bennett line, he knew that she couldn't be farther from his mother's mentor if she tried. Ayanna was never one to be pushed around by anyone and he was certain that vampires would never be the exception. If anything she was probably the one that set the whole adversary between his former and current species into motion, having been against Esther doing this to him and his siblings from the start.

"I hope that's a compliment."

"Depends, Ayanna wasn't exactly kind to us after our transition."

"Maybe she saw what your family would one day do to her descendants?" Bonnie suggests.

Kol abruptly stops jogging, chuckling when she doesn't do the same, making him fully see the similarities between the two Bennett women. Quickly catching up to her before he opens his mouth,

"I am sorry about what happened to your mother. I didn't want that to happen."

"Then why didn't you stop it?"

"I didn't know what was-"

"Don't try to sell me that crap. You could snap Damon and Stefan like a twig at the same time if you wanted to. You are supposed to be a friend to witches. They would have allowed you inside of the house, besides it happened at night. Anymore excuses you want to try or are you going to get to the point of your visit?" Bonnie questions bracing herself for the hill she's approaching.

"Nik requests your presence at the mansion."

Bonnie laughs "Aren't you supposed to be the happy homicidal maniac?"

"You've heard of me." Kol grins.

"How did Klaus get you of all people to carry out a request for him?" Bonnie questions, genuinely curious. Kol Mikaelson was the last person she ever expected to deliver an invitation to her personally at Klaus' request, she expected one of his hybrids more than anything else.

"Well considering my life is on the line just as much as his own, I didn't really need to be convinced or bribed."

"The daggers aren't in Klaus' possession anymore. I cloaked myself and took them a couple of days ago. So there's no need for you to fear to be put down if you don't do as he says." Bonnie reveals after stopping the pace she had set for herself, watching as he does the same.

"I have my reasons." Bonnie answers the question he no doubt has considering the baffled look on his face.

"Which are?" He asks, taking several steps to close the distance she created at her abrupt stop.

"I need some muscle, I would ask Elijah but I can't take his word seriously anymore. Rebekah is ruled by her emotions and we're not exactly friends, I don't think she'll listen to me considering the nature of what I need help with. Klaus is…" she trails off trying to come up with a reason but comes up blank "Klaus. After that night I can't really take you being a friend to witches seriously anymore either but out of your family you seem to be my best bet as of now."

Kol stares at her feeling his curiosity of what she's about to ask him for grow with each explanation as to why she's not going to any of his siblings, nearly laughing when she explains why Elijah was out of the question. Ultimately failing when she says why Klaus wasn't even considered, but can't help but feel a twinge when she gets to him. Now he understood why her friends were all on edge, for such a tiny slip of a thing she really was fearless if she was bold enough to say such things in his presence after seeing the lengths that he and his family will go to to ensure their survival.

"Have you ever heard of the Culebras?" she asks breaking him out of his thoughts, only continuing once he nods "Have you had the pleasure of meeting Kisa?"

Kol chuckles "So it's true." he says with a smile, briefly looking away once her reasoning for not asking Rebekah to help her clicks. For someone that had little to no interaction with his sister she certainly had a grasp on her psychology, on all of his siblings once he thinks about it. "Who was ignorant enough to agree to help free her?"

Bonnie stares at him for a moment then turns to start to continue her jog but is stopped when he side steps her.

"I just meant that the Nine Lords aren't exactly the type that you want to cross," he rushes to explain after seeing the look of disgust on her face before she turned to continue her run "and considering she's under Malvado…"

Bonnie nearly laughs, having been let down with the 'villains' that have rolled into town so far. Katherine having turned out to be a crazy ex girlfriend only seeking out to destroy Stefan's love life in between wanting to escape Klaus. While Klaus just wanted to break a curse and has now been put on a leash by someone who wants nothing to do with him. Malvado just sounded like a dick that everyone feared because of his place on the Culebra's branch of their Supernatural Hierarchy.

"It doesn't matter who she's under, you and your siblings of all people should know what it's like to be under someone else's control."

"That's different." Kol rebuffs her attempt at playing on his own experience.

"Why?" Bonnie raises an eyebrow crossing her arms over chest shifting her weight on her feet as she holds the Original's stare "Because you're not forced to dance on a stage in front of men and get the pleasure of walking out of your prison addressed as your real name when your brother deems it fit?" Bonnie supplies when he doesn't answer.

"Bonnie," Kol starts after reigning in his anger at her assessment.

"You can tell Nik to either come to me on his own or go to Hell. Have a nice day Mr. Mikaelson." She dismisses him, turning to continue her jog, looking over her shoulder just in time to watch him collide into the barrier she's put up to keep him from following after her.


"You have a lot of fucking nerve to come here." Bonnie says in a harsh tone once she feels a dark presence―more than one actually but she only decides to acknowledge this one since they were the only one bold enough to step foot into the place. After her jog had been interrupted earlier she decided to go home and relax for a bit before heading over to the witches' house in an effort to try to come to peace with what happened to her that night. Having remembered coming across a passage in Emily's Grimoire that said that it would always be a witch's best bet to go to the source of their turmoil instead of avoiding it, and it had surprisingly been working until it had inevitably been blown to shit upon the arrival currently hovering in the background.

She didn't know why she expected otherwise.

"I owe you an apology." Elijah says, deciding to ignore the hostile greeting that he receives from the young witch now standing before him, having raised from her position on the floor as soon as she sensed his presence. He knew that coming here of all places was a big risk on his part but he knew that she wouldn't give him the time of day if he had showed up anywhere else. After hearing from his sister about her reaction to the Salvatores showing up at her cheerleading practice and her dismissal of his younger brother earlier today, he wasn't sure that showing up at a public place would fare to much better than showing up in a more private setting. And since she's wisely put a ward around her home and has seemingly stopped going to the Salvatore Boarding House, the old witch's' house was his best bet at the moment.

"Yes, you do." Bonnie agrees "And normally I would believe you considering that you're supposed to be the noble one...or whatever. But considering the timing of this apology, I don't. Because if you were really sorry you would have came to me a long time ago. Maybe left a letter telling me how sorry you are about what happened to my mother and to not think of you as the monster that you really are. The only reason you're apologizing is to save you and your family and I'm going to have to pass."

"I understand that you're upset but it would be unwise to continue to go down the road you've recently decided to take."

"And what road would that be?" she looks at the elder Mikaelson "Self preservation? Realizing that none of the people that I've been so quick to go all out for aren't willing to do the same for me?"

"Defying my wishes." He corrects, feeling uneasy when he hears faint sounds of what seems to be howls, no doubt from the witches at his insolence. At the realization he takes a breath making a mental note to tone it down remembering Klaus' mentions of their attacks on him.

"You mean the wish that you wouldn't even be able to request if you and your family had gotten what you really wanted that night?" She narrows her eyes watching as he walks until he's standing directly in front of her.

"I am not proud of my actions," Elijah says sincerely "but they were necessary. You act as if what I did is something that you would not have done, had the situation been reversed."

Bonnie has to put in an extra effort to keep her features in a neutral expression, he was right. She probably would have done the same as he did that night, but that doesn't mean she has to admit it. Though going by the smug look in his eyes, she figures that she doesn't need to. Yet...

"And going by that logic, you would be doing the same thing that I'm doing right now." she smiles when the pleased look on his face fades away "We" she motions between Elijah and herself "may drop our morals and go to extremes when put in situations that are necessary for the safety or survival of the people we love and care about, but the difference is your family―as twisted and ruthless as they are―wouldn't have seen what was done to me as an option. That's the difference between us, you're seen as a priority, I'm not. So don't you dare act like I'm over reacting when this is the one way that I am guaranteed to not have my life on the line again." Bonnie says through clenched teeth "With the exception of the small shred of sanity that I'm barely holding onto as it is, I have nothing to lose."

"What about your father? From my understanding he's not a warlock."

Bonnie stares at him incredulously, her head spinning at how fast he changed tactics. Going from apologizing to threatening her father. Then she wonders why she's surprised when it's not the first time he's turned on her. Yet she still can't fathom his audacity or why he thought it would be a good idea to do so. Between the setting and threatening the one family member she had left she let her emotions take over before she could get a grip.

"Miss-"

A strong current of wind sending him careening through the air and straight through the wall effectively stops him from finishing his sentence. Before he can even attempt to upright himself he's sent back into the room landing on his knees at Bonnie's feet. Finding himself equally fascinated and an emotion he hasn't felt since his days as a human when he sees her eyes flash a pretty teal before going completely white as a white wind starts to encircle them both. Leaving him gasping for air he doesn't need while Bonnie remains unaffected by it.

Bonnie delights in the fear she feels coming off of him in waves. Allowing it to feed her magick which gives her the strength to go into his mind and she feels confused when she's met with a red door of all things. Not giving herself a chance to back down she pushes it and sees countless victims but only one stands out. With a simple touch to the woman's still form she removes herself from the deepest recesses of the Original's mind and opens her eyes to see him staring back up at her with a look between anger, resentment, devastation and regret.

"So that's why you have such an attachment towards Elena," Bonnie says with an amused smile on her lips "Katerina was only a facade but Elena might just be the reincarnation of the woman that lost her life at your hands. I'm going to save you some time and let you know that she's already in a bit of a love triangle at the moment. And while you are a viable option―mainly because you're a door marked exit in her eyes, leave two brothers and walk into the sunset with you, she doesn't look like a bad person, you know?―I doubt that you have a chance with her. Because while you had her pussy whipped guard dogs do the grunt work, she has managed to place the blame all on you. It doesn't make sense to me either," Bonnie shrugs "so she's a pipe dream at this point."

"But Tatia, she really was something. Does Klaus know that you killed her?" Bonnie tilts her head "Well if he didn't before he knows now." Bonnie says looking up to see the hybrid standing at the threshold, no doubt due to the ward she put on the room, then back to the vampire at her feet. After a moment of just looking at him, she slowly leans down and raises her hand to his face, holding his eyes as she says "You're on fire." Watching in morbid fascination as he collapses to the ground letting out what can only be described as howls, tears streaming down his face while he writhes on the floor in anguish and to her surprise his skin actually blisters.

When she looks back up to the hybrid immobilized in the doorway she's slightly taken back when she's not met with anger, instead with what looks like awe. To which she smiles, having the nerve to lightly pat his cheek twice sending jolts of electricity through his body as she passes him to make her exit.

Leaving the hybrid to watch after her with several conflicting emotions. He knows that he should feel rage at her gall and for her attack on his brother but paired with the information she's just revealed…

He lets that thought trail off not wanting to think about that, knowing that he needs to focus on the problem at hand. But he really doesn't know where to start, all things considered. Between his mother's newfound alliance with a poor imitation of his father, and a Bonnie Bennett he never thought would cross his path. Having grown used to the little witch whose powers were on a constant flux and knew little to nothing about her heritage or her rightful place on the Supernatural order of things going by how she's allowed everyone to treat her. But after witnessing what she's done to his brother―who is now twitching on the ground in agony having just started to recover from her attack―he knows that either she's gone off the deep end or she's come into her own.

At this point he's not sure which is worse but he knows which one he wants it to be.


"I'm surprised that she was able to find her way to my room." Bonnie says after finishing her recap of her talk with the doppelgänger as per the blonde vampire to her left's request. Who gives her a sad look in response.

"I just don't like being in the middle like this." Caroline says when Bonnie looks at her as if to ask why she's holding her tongue.

"I'm not asking you too, if you want to talk to Elena, you are more than welcome too. I don't want you to feel like I'll be mad if you talk to her. I just don't want to be around when you do." Bonnie shrugs as much as she can from her position of lying on her bed.

"I know, but still. Whenever I talk to her lately, all she asks about is you and since you don't want anything to do with her, we don't really have much to talk about other than Stefan and Damon or the whole Alaric situation."

Bonnie's only response is stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth before sighing "That's the problem, the only thing she talks about is Stefan and Damon and whatever crisis has came along. I don't want anything to do with them or the messes that they create for themselves so until she finds something new to talk about, we don't have anything to say to each other."

Caroline mentally concedes to her friend's point, lately everyone's life has consisted of whoever they want or already have in their bed and whatever threat that hangs over their lives. At least with the exception of Bonnie who has quite literally stepped aside and is watching the train rapidly approaching the rest of them without a care in the world except for writing her college essays along with the rest of the students that are blissfully ignorant of the dark secrets of Mystic Falls.

"Are you going to the college tour of Whitmore?" Bonnie questions bringing Caroline out of her thoughts.

"I wasn't really planning on going, but I need some semblance of normality."

"And by semblance you mean the parties on Sorority Row, right?"

Caroline looks at her friend feigning ignorance "What parties?"

-X-

"Elena's life shouldn't be an excuse for everything."

"You don't mean that."

Oh but how he wished he did.

Elena had managed to simultaneously be both the best and the worst thing that had ever happened to him. Over the course of their relationship she had revived the small shred of humanity he had left in him and appeal to the even smaller shred of his brother's. Ultimately both mending and blowing their already fragile relationship to smithereens. She had made him feel alive without the high of human blood coursing through his veins and reminded him of what it was like to be human. Through having her in his life he gained a few friends and allies.

She also ripped it all away from his bare hands.

With her being in his life he had made new relationships and wrecked their lives as result of merely being within their vicinity.

If having Elena in your life brought death, having him brought destruction, carving everyone around him out until they were only faint reminders of the people they once were.

"What's the matter Stefan? Your precious Elena is safe. Or are you realizing that she wasn't worth chasing off the one ally you had left?"

Rebekah's taunting words ring in his ears from an encounter he had with his ex not too long after the night he and his brother had let a coin decide said ally's fate. Sending him even further into the darkest corner of his mind. He always thought that Elena knew him better than anyone else but his exes seemed to make her pale in comparison. Katherine was the one that made his emotions kick in and with one kiss and what could barely qualify as a conversation Rebekah had shut down his entire act with Klaus.

As he allows himself to drown in his thoughts he can only stare at the glass of barely touch blood in his hands. He's faintly aware of his brother entering the kitchen and when he finally looks up he can see that Damon is struggling between ignoring him and playing the good brother. Apparently he decides on the latter.

"Stefan, I know you have your issues but now is really not the time for this." Damon remarks waving his hand around Stefan "With the witch-"

"Bonnie," Stefan cuts him off "Her name is Bonnie."

"Bonnie," Damon says with a questioning look on his face "on leave. I don't have enough time to babysit you and-"

"Try a different approach to get Elena to finally admit that she has feelings for you? Sure you do." Stefan smiles wanting to get this over with as soon as possible without one of them getting their necks snapped.

Damon blinks then narrows his eyes at his brother.

"I don't need a babysitter, I need you to go away and leave me alone."

Minutes tick off the clock as the two brothers stare at the other, making it clear to Stefan that Damon isn't going to back off. Not that Stefan expected otherwise, it was his brother's nature to push. That was his problem, he didn't know when to back off. So Stefan decides to push back.

"I'm not the one that acts out every time someone hurts my feelings. I don't have this constant need to be coddled. I don't use being a vampire as an excuse for my actions. If anyone needs a babysitter it's you Damon. We might have switched roles in the past couple of months but the only reason I'm even in this position is because I saved your life. I gave up everything for someone that doesn't even appreciate it. Instead they just continue to keep a promise they made over a century ago. All because of a girl that compelled their brother to drink from her while they did so all on their own. Because it was just supposed to be them." He throws Damon's words back at him before he did a complete one eighty and started to nail in his head that he forced Damon to transition.

Damon holds Stefan's stare before smiling and downing the drink in his hand. Afterwards rising up from his seat, deciding to not take Stefan's bait, smirking at the brief flash of surprise in his brother's eyes having clearly expected him to lash out. He starts to continue to take the high road but he stops, wanting to take the low road for old times sake. The comment of them switching roles rubbing him the wrong way. He could see the reasoning behind them but there was no way in hell that he'd admit that he had taken the role of the 'good' brother, at least not when there was no good brother to start with. Only one that owned being a vampire and embraced it instead of wanting to push the nature that came along with it aside and play the role of a human that just so happened to have to drink blood to survive.

Stefan watches as Damon gets up from his seat and start to make his way out of the kitchen and he relaxes before seeing Damon stop at the doorway, hearing the glass in his hand crack he braces himself for his attack and dodges the glass that is suddenly thrown in his direction. Jumping up from his seat, smiling at the shock evident on Damon's face and before he can recover Stefan speeds up to his brother and twists his arm until it snaps throwing him into the living room. Breaking a leg off of the chair he was sitting in, ramming it into Damon's stomach to pin him to the wall.

"You're supposed to be the good brother, remember?" Stefan reminds him pushing the stake deeper angling it so it grazes his heart "Or are you only the good brother when Elena is around?" He taunts watching the rage that appears in Damon's eyes. After hearing a car pulling to a stop he takes a step back and speeds away leaving Damon alone. Standing just out of sight as he watches Elena walk inside, a gasp falling from her lips as she runs over to his brother and he can't help but roll his eyes and turn on his heel going straight to his room. He had better things to do than get a repeat of them comforting each other. The memory of the last time fresh in his mind from when his switch was flipped.

-X-

Bonnie is just about to put her things in her bag when she senses another presence and looks up to see Stefan walking towards her and she can't help but roll her eyes, watching in confusion when he sets a cup down in front of her before taking the seat directly across from her as he did the last time he was here. Taking a sip from his own as he stares at her.

"Hello, how are you?"

Bonnie can't help but smile and looks away from him when she sees a look of satisfaction flash across his features "What is this?"

"We're having coffee." He states matter of factly.

Bonnie stares at him for a moment, inwardly kicking herself for her attempt at being a smart ass. Then reaches out for the cup and pops the lid off, inspecting the contents. Tentatively dipping her index finger into the hot liquid whispering a quick spell before replacing the lid on the cup and takes a sip.

"You think I'd poison you?"

"What do you want, Stefan?" Bonnie asks as if she hadn't heard his question watching as his face falls.

"I know that whatever I try to say, you won't believe me, and I don't expect you too. There's no excuse for what I did. I should have never gone that far, but I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that."

Bonnie lets out a laugh, not believing her ears. Even when they weren't together they were in sync. Laughing even harder when Stefan looks at her as if he were questioning her sanity.

"You know, I'm getting really tired of people telling me what I have to know. Both of you keep saying that like it means something. It doesn't matter what you meant or what you didn't want to happen, it matters what you did. Being a friend to someone isn't a complicated task. The fact that you act like it is just shows me that I was never that to you in the first place. Stop telling me how sorry you are and show me."

"I tried that, you sent me to my knees."

Bonnie scoffs "If I didn't want to hear from Elena, what makes you think that I would want to see you when we're not even half as close to as I was with her?"

"I'm not here to talk about Elena," Stefan says tiredly, knowing that they would get nowhere if they did.

Bonnie blinks,

"Every time she's brought up, we end up arguing. I don't want to argue with you. You said that you had forgiven me and that you were just going to treat people how they treat you, that we'd act the way that we used to except that this time you know where you stand with me. I'm not going to say that you're wrong because you wouldn't believe me so let's just move past it and try to start over."

"The fucking nerve." Bonnie mutters under her breath as she continues to put her things into her bag "Stefan name one time that we talked that had nothing to do with Elena, my magick or whatever crap Elena had gotten herself into that week."

"We talked when we started working on the coffins. And then there was that time we went out for drinks in D.C. because you wanted a break that ended up with you trying to climb a monument and me compelling police officers and breaking several cameras and phones."

"One day," Stefan says when Bonnie stares at him before looking down in an attempt to hide the hint of red coloring her cheeks, clearly remembering that night "Let's just have one day and if you don't want to talk to me again then…" he waves his hand "but one day. We never did go to restock your supplies and I didn't get a chance to take you to the place I told you about in Richmond. So one day." He repeats not being able to find anything else to say that wouldn't spiral into an argument.

Bonnie presses her lips together, everything in her screaming to say no. Knowing that he was just trying to assuage his guilt but also feels as if, if she didn't agree it would do nothing but serve as counterproductive to her letting all of her anger towards him and pretty much everyone else go. Even though she knows that she's completely justified in doing just that. She knows better than anyone that hate and resentment are tiring and pointless emotions and at the end they only end up affecting you. Unless the person was a constant in your life, they wouldn't know the difference and even if they did they probably wouldn't lose sleep over what you are doing to yourself.

And besides one day wouldn't change her stance on where she stood in the grand scheme of their current crisis. It was going to take more than a day to make her go back on her promise to her Grams, but she couldn't pass up an opportunity to make him sweat.

"Why now?" She questions instead of giving him an answer to his request.

Stefan's eyebrows knit together, not understanding her question.

"The other day you said you were worried about me. Why now? Why weren't you worried about me on the night that Damon killed Abby?"

"You want the honest answer or the one that's just going to send us back to square one?"

"Who said we ever left it?" Bonnie raises an eyebrow.