I could feel the softness below me and I felt as if I was coming alive slowly. My body began to hum with all kinds of feelings. I was used to this, but it felt like my powers were taking on a life of their own. I opened my eyes and realized that I was lying in the middle of a bed. This bed was one I didn't recognize. I sat straight up and looked around the room. This room looked old…the bed looked like an antique…where was I? This is definitely not the hospital….and why do I have this headache?
I rubbed my temples…how did I get here? And where is here? The last thing I remember was driving in a car with Tyler…am I at the Lockwood mansion? Did I pass out after drinking…what is going on?
"Good Evening Little Witch", a voice said from the doorway.
I turned around to see Damon Salvatore staring at me with narrowed eyes. "Tell me I'm not in your bed", I said looking around.
"Ok…you're not in my bed…", he answered, "but that would be a lie".
"What…what am I doing here?"
"Well…it's kind of a long story…"
"Where's Elena…or Stefan…why would I be here with you?"
"See there's something I need to tell you", he began.
"Bonnie!" Elena shrieked hurrying into the room past Damon, "we've been looking for you all day".
"Imagine our surprise when we found you here in Damon's bedroom", Stefan replied eyeing Damon.
"How did I get here…did something happen at Tyler's party?" I asked Elena searching her face and Stefan's.
Elena exchanged a glance with Stefan and Damon, "What did you do to her?" Elena asked narrowing her eyes.
"Me…nothing…I did nothing that I wasn't supposed to…sorta", Damon replied.
"What's going on…and why do I have this headache?" I asked rubbing my temples.
"You were in a car accident…it was pretty serious…they weren't sure if you would make it…"
"And?" I asked fearing what she would say next.
"And…I asked Damon to save you", Elena confessed.
I looked from Elena to Damon and then to Stefan and then it all came back like flashes. The car accident, the car flipping over, waking up in the hospital to Damon waving at me with blood on his fangs, my running and my falling down the stairs, "I fell down the stairs", I whispered.
"When?" Elena asked.
"In the hospital, I woke up…Damon was there…he had blood on his fangs and I ran, I thought he was trying to kill me".
Stefan narrowed his eyes, walked over to me and searched my eyes, "When did you fall?"
"After I saw Damon…I fell down the steps and I don't remember anything other than waking up here and I feel really weird…really, really weird like my powers are running on full capacity".
Stefan stood up quicker than an eye blink and grabbed Damon by the throat pushing him up against the wall.
"Stefan!" Elena yelled.
"What did you do to her?" Stefan growled.
"I didn't do anything!" Damon yelled back.
"What happened in that hospital?" Stefan asked.
"I gave her some of my blood…"
"You did what!" I hissed as I felt like I wanted to vomit right there.
"And what happened next?" Stefan ordered Damon to continue.
"She saw me and the crazy girl freaked out…she ran…I chased her…and she kinda…", Damon rushed out.
I looked at Elena, who looked at Stefan who was backing away from Damon and then looked at me.
"What…what does any of this mean…" Elena asked looking at Stefan, "what does that mean Stefan?"
Stefan walked over to me and looked into my eyes, "Bonnie, how do you feel?" he asked.
"I have a major headache…every sense that I have is humming…I feel like…I feel like if I just let go, I could set this entire house on fire and I'm hungry and now, I think I have a toothache", I whined.
Stefan walked out of the room without another word.
"Damon, what's going on?" Elena asked, "your blood healed her, right?"
"Why yes…yes it did!" Damon grinned pointing at Elena, "and I need you to remember that".
Stefan entered the room with two brown bags, "Bonnie, what would you rather eat…what's in bag 1 or 2".
"Stefan…what is wrong with you?" Elena asked.
"Bonnie…1 or 2?"
I looked at the bags in his hand, I couldn't see what was inside of them; but bag #2 was calling to me. I rushed to the end of the bed and grabbed bag #2, I ripped inside and before I knew it I was sucking on a bag of blood. Elena looked at me with wide eyes, Stefan frowned and shook his head and Damon closed his eyes. I sucked the entire bag, I couldn't stop myself…it was if I was different person. The blood was running down my hands and I licked it with a fury I never felt before.
"Bon…Bonnie", Elena mumbled, "are you ok?"
I looked at her and then I looked at my hands covered with the blood. I felt a pain that I never knew existed as I dropped the bag and stood up staring at my hands as I began to shake all over. "Bonnie…look at me", Stefan said.
I looked at him as tears began falling from my eyes, "What's wrong with me…", I sniffed, "why…what's wrong with me".
"Bonnie…look at me", Stefan repeated.
I shook my head as I closed my eyes and held my hands over my ears, "This is not real…this is a dream…this is not real…this is a dream".
"Bonnie", Stefan said again and this time I felt him touch my arm.
When his hand touched my arm, I felt a rage…a rage I had never felt before and I threw my arm out sending him flying into the dresser.
"Bonnie!" Elena screamed as I focused on Damon standing by the door.
"You did this to me", I hissed as tears streamed down my face, "you did this…"
"I saved you", he replied, "you were going to die!"
I looked at him as I watched him grab the side of his head and go down on his knees. "You did this…you turned me into you!"
"Bon…Bonnie…I saved you…I didn't do this", he pleaded as he held onto the side of his head.
"You did do this!" I screamed as I walked closer to him.
I looked over at the bed and broke one of the bedposts in half as I lifted it in the air.
"Bonnie stop!" Elena pleaded as she grabbed my arm. I looked at her as my fangs descended and I growled at her.
"Bonnie, please don't…I begged him to give you the blood".
"You what?" I asked just before I felt a prick in my side and I felt my body start to shut down and I felt myself falling to the floor.
I opened my eyes to a steel door in front of me and a cot under me. "Bonnie", a voice said from an opening in the door.
"Stefan", I said.
"I'm sorry…but I had to…I had to give you a shot of vervain", he replied solemnly.
"I'm a vampire", I said and just admitting it made me want to throw up.
He nodded, "I'm sorry".
I covered my eyes as the tears formed, "I wasn't even used to being a witch and now I turn into a vampire…why…why is this happening…Elena...where is she?"
"She's upstairs, I told her I would come down here and watch you".
"And Damon?"
"He's out".
"Of course…he turns me into this monster and he cuts and runs", I nodded, "of course…I hate him!"
"Bonnie, I know this is confusing".
"Confusing…you have no idea what this is like…one day I'm getting use to making feathers fly and lighting candles with my mind…the next, I'm drinking a bag of O negative like it's a slurpee".
"I can help you?"
"How can you help me...how can anyone help me?"
"You have to trust me Bonnie, you have a lot of power and I know that this is scary".
I shook my head and sat down on the cot, "Can you…can you leave me alone?"
Stefan nodded, "I will be back".
I nodded as he walked away from the door.
I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes, "You can show your face now, I can't stake you through a steel door", I said out loud.
"You know…you can die just as easily you little vamp-witch", Damon replied appearing in the window.
I closed my eyes.
"Look…I didn't mean for this to happen", he sighed, "I actually…I actually tried to do a good thing".
"A good thing?"
"Yes and now you should see why I don't bother…I try to save your life and look what happens, you turn into a vampire…one of the most powerful vampires I will ever meet probably, but still a vampire".
"I will live forever…I won't be able to walk around in the sun…I won't have children…", I replied as I turned the lock on the steel door and opened it to Damon's amazement, "Come in…I won't stake ya", Bonnie smirked.
He walked in tentatively, "You know, I really don't like this".
"Guess what…neither do I".
"And yes, I did try to do a good thing…look, you were in pretty bad shape…you weren't going to make it and this was the only solution…unless you would have rather died".
I sat quietly for a few moments…would I rather be dead than whatever I am now? Would that be better?
"I…I can't answer that question right now", I mumbled.
"Well…what you do know is that I did not come to that hospital to kill you", he replied, "I wanted to save you…you just went crazy and ran away from me".
I looked at Damon with a raised eyebrow, "I saw you in my hospital room with your fangs out, your eyes were all weird and you were smiling and waving…that doesn't exactly say 'Hey, vampire trying to save you' Damon".
"Oooook…when you put it that way, maybe not".
"And why would you try to save me anyway…I know it wasn't out of the kindness of your cool dead heart…so why…why did you give me some of your blood?" I asked raising an eyebrow and looking at him.
"Bonnie…come on now…you know that I've always felt a connection to you".
"Damon", I replied raising my eyebrow more.
"Hey…who else would I banter with if you are dead…and I mean dead…dead".
"Damon!"
"What?"
"Ok…how about I guess and you tell me why…umm…you need me alive to open the tomb?"
"How could you say such a…hmm…that didn't occur to me at the time…"
"Ok…you did it for Elena…", I guessed.
He looked at me for a quick moment, "No…noo…that's not it…did it for Elena…pfft", he flagged the thought.
"You did…you did do it for Elena!" I jumped up and pointed at him, "you thought if you saved me, she would forever be indebted to you and she would somehow leave Stefan and think that you were the besttest…my God, you really are deluded".
"You have no idea what you are talking about".
"Oh I do and that pout on your face tells me that I am 100% correct…and now, you realized because what you did backfired…you will never have Elena…well I guess the jokes on you!" I gloated.
"Yes, but you're forgetting one thing…you really are dead Miss Bennett…and that means you will never have that white picket fence, husband or children that you probably wrote about in your diary for years…you will have to grow old and see everyone you love wither and die…see how fun that is for you".
He had verbally sucker punched me in the stomach and I sat down on the cot as tears formed in my eyes, "You're right…everyone will die around me…everyone except you", I mumbled.
"Yes…and doesn't that make you happy?" he grinned plopping down next to me.
I looked at him, "No…not at all".
