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Ch. 6

Jeremy rubbed his neck without much thought as he sat in the passenger seat of the raven haired man's car. He looked to him, eyebrows furrowed as the vampire grumbled to himself.

"So. How will going to some professor help us get Bonnie back?"

Damon rolled his eyes and didnt answer.

"...Oka-y," Jeremy drawled, shaking his head.

They sat in silence, driving speedily towards the high school.

Damon had his elbow propped up against the window, his palm pushing against the left side of his face. All he could think about was Sheila's apparition, boring holes into his already undead corpse.

Sheila disappeared from before him to reappear by Bonnie's side, opposite of him. Her hand pulled a strand of hair from the girl's face before she spoke again, "She wanted to go back in time...but had no firm grasp as to when or where."

The older witch looked up at him then, eyes narrowing, "Now she's lost."

Damon wanted to snap at her. He wanted to roll his eyes, her anger, and resentment off his shoulders like they were nothing but flecks of dust. But he kept silent and only watched her intently. He then watched the way her hand lingered on the side of Bonnie's face.

He couldn't help but notice the black veins crawling under the ghost's skin. He suddenly felt uneasy, concerned that those black spidery webs would transfer into Bonnie's person.

He couldn't help it but he did get irritated at how cautious he became.

Sheila narrowed her eyes at his silence, "Last I remembered, you had the mouth of a devil. Now you seem to have more respect for your elders."

"Technically, I'm much older than you."

She gave him a half-hearted smirk, one very similar to Judgy's, "And look how much more mature you are than I."

He didn't have it in him to snap back. Jeremy should be getting closer which would probably scare her off. But it seemed that Sheila was the only one that knew what happened to the witch and he wasn't going to let himself fuck up the only opportunity of fixing this.

"You mentioned her being lost. You don't mind explaining why, Grandmother Bennett?"

She straightened, head rising.

Bonnie took after her grandmother, that's for sure.

"A spell did this to her. And her soul's lost."

"Where?"

"If I knew that, Salvatore. Do you think I would call her 'lost'?"

Touché Bennett.

"Where she is, my soul can not reach. I'm not allowed."

"Alright then. How do we get her back?"

"She can only bring herself back. We can only give her the necessary tools for her to do so."

Damon snarled, losing his patience, "How can we even do that if the damned witch is 'lost'!"

The room temperature dropped in seconds and the power in the room sputtered. Damon turned to the heart monitor immediately, hoping that the sudden power hiccup didn't do anything to put Bonnie at risk.

He then turned to Sheila angrily, "You can't do that-"

Sheila appeared in front of him, her hand in his chest, a cold death grip wrapping around his inanimate heart, "You've lost all privilege to tell me what I can and can not do,vampire. You lost my mercy when you snapped Abby's neck and turned her; forever tainting the very line you were supposed to be protecting. Now that my granddaughter is in a coma and can't perform spells like you want her to you expect me to believe that you have her best interests at heart?"

He felt a squeeze and a pull. All he could do was gape at her, eyes silently pleading for her to let go.

"I'm angry Salvatore. And when ghosts are consumed with an emotion that is all they can feel. Unfortunately for you, you have to deal with a Bennett ghost. Do I make myself clear?"

He hissed, feeling shivers run up and down his core.

She watched him for a second longer before letting go and stepping back from him calmly. Reappearing beside Bonnie, her hand caressed her cheek, a look of sadness on her face.

Damon's hand was at his heart as he stared, astonished, at Sheila before she faded away.

"Now that we're here, can you tell me what we're supposed to be doing?" Jeremy spoke up, awaking Damon from his thoughts.

The vampire of the two glanced around to find himself in the parking lot of the high school. He got out of the car, glaring, "We're looking for a Professor Shane. He might know what happened to Bonnie and apparently he has a seminar today at your school."

"I thought you were the one that knew all that needs to be known about witches?"

Damon sucked his teeth before looking to the Gilbert kid and raising his brows in its typical, mocking manner, "Considering how fast Bonnie is recovering, that ought to be the last thing on your mind, Caillou."

Jeremy twisted his face at the nickname to Damon's pleasure as the men walked on the premises.

"Legend says Silas did the spell to help a lady witch who loved him. A woman by the name of Ketsia. Sadly for Ketsia, Silas granted immortality to another woman so Ketsia killed her and buried Silas alive."

Damon and Jeremy walked into the gymnasium where the presentation was being shown. The Salvatore noticed the rest of the snot nosed brats (read: Matt and what's-her-face) that Jeremy normally hung with. The kid left Damon to catch up to them while the vampire rolled his eyes. Typical. You are who you hung with.

He felt his phone ringing and decided that whatever "news" Stefan had for him could wait. He was too busy trying to save their witch (which only benefits them so c'mon, Stefan will survive) and apparently the professor currently speaking, and gave "creep" vibes, was the guy of interest.

"Now, it's said that Silas wants to rise again. Regain his power, wreck havoc on the world," continued the professor who looked anything but knowledgable, in Damon's opinion.

He gave a long stare to a picture of a witch that looked similar to Bonnie on his projector screen. Dude's "creep-o-mometer" went up an extra ten degrees just then.

"Maybe we should be afraid. Or maybe it's a bunch of crap and it's just an old rock," he gestured to said rock flippantly, gaining him laughs. Damon rolled his eyes.

"Alright listen! Enjoy exploring the exhibit, I'll be around to answer any questions. Thank you for coming," the professor walked back over to the rock as Damon sauntered over to him, glancing over the ancient art work and information about Silas behind the young professor.

He cleared his throat, gaining the professor's attention as he turned around with a patient grin, "Ah, hey!"

He stood up straight to better address Damon as he stuck his hand out for a shake. Damon took it, remembering the days of kissing the Council's ass, "Hey, I'm a friend of Bonnie's and I-"

"Oh!" Shane nodded, crossing his arms casually, "Bonnie Bennett? The granddaughter of the late Sheila Bennett? Yes, we were-uh-exchanging emails before setting up to actually meet-"

"And it didn't happen," Damon finished by interrupting. Only because Professor Creepy started it.

"Yeah..."

"Well, see, that's why I'm here. Wanted to fill you in on what's been happening but in private since it's kinda a 'private' matter."

Shane furrowed his brows before nodding, "Uh sure, yeah. No problem. Any friend of the Bennett's is someone I'm envious of."

He gave a chuckle but Damon didn't join in. The hell did that even mean?

Shane frowned slightly before grinning again, "Guess we better find a place to talk?"

Damon ignored the ringing from his cell again as he sat in a teacher's chair at their desk, fully relaxed. He lost Jeremy but whatever. He'll worry about the dweeb later.

The professor closed the classroom's door behind him before turning back to the vampire with his hands in his pockets, "So...?"

"Bonnie's in a coma."

Shane's eyes widened, "Wh-what-?"

"Which is why we bailed on visiting you. I was the designated driver then-yeah," Damon shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow-I-wow...will she be alright? You know if it's just a small-"

"That's actually why I sought you out. You know a lot about witches, I hear." He shrugged again, pursing his lips in a good natured sort of way, "I, myself, love witches."

Shane fidgeted under Damon's scrutinizing stare, "Well...you and me both brother-I've travelled all over the world, met plenty of witches and warlocks-"

"Same."

A beat of silence.

"Oh..." Shane's eyes looked towards the exit. Damon noticed the spike in the professor's heart beat. Fight or flight mode was just a beat away. But at least now, Damon assumed, Shane knew that all present persons knew about the existence of witches and how serious the following conversation concerning the Bennett witch was going to be.

"But we're kind of in a bit of a situation with Bonnie," Damon started carefully, eyeing the professor. "I think she fell into a magical coma."

"How do you know?"

Damon bit the inside of his mouth to keep from sighing in impatient exasperation. He did, however, end up rolling his eyes. Luckily, the professor didn't catch that. Damon had to play nice with this guy (a little) if he wants to save the witch.

"She passed out in the middle of performing a spell...or at the end. We're not sure. We just know the coma that she's in is due to magic and I want to know if you might have an idea on how to break a witch out of it."

Shane stared hard and long at Damon before he started to nod slowly, "Normally, when witches over exert themselves and their magic they do fall into a sort of coma-"

"This I know."

Shane continued, ignoring Damon's interruption, "But, depending on the spell...falling into a coma was probably just nature's way of balancing itself out with whatever spell she performed."

"A...time travelling spell."

Shane frowned, "Time travel?"

"Apparently."

Shane looked thoughtful, "Theoretically speaking, if she successfully performed a time travelling spell...her soul is what went back in time."

"And why is that 'theoretical'?"

"It would have already happened? We wouldn't have this conversation? In other words-She would have already tampered with past events and we all would be responding to the new time frame. Ultimately, she wouldn't be in a coma anymore."

A heavy beat passed.

"But, things are relatively the same-so to speak. If Bonnie went back in time, they would have already changed."

"Then what is this coma she's in now? She's never been this out of the game since-ever."

Shane frowned further, "Perhaps...she had a near death experience? And what little magic she had left protected her from dying of over exertion."

Damon remembered her heart stopping altogether that day. He swore under his breath.

"We've talked," Shane continued, watcing Damon closely, "she told me she had problems performing spells so...forgive me that her finding the strength to perform a time travelling spell is a bit out of the blue for me..."

"Sheila told me she wanted-to..time travel..."

"'Wanted'?"

Damon glowered to himself, noting the professor's unsure tone of voice, "She wanted to but that doesn't mean she's just in a stronger-than-normal magical coma."

Shane gave a patient sigh though, "You had the opportunity to speak to Sheila Bennett?"

"We're practically best friends." Damon ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Shane crossed his arms, "I say wait it out. Nature is every witch's medicine. Let it take its course and Bonnie should wake soon."

"We don't have that kind of time," Damon let out, frustrated. "Time might be the one thing that kills her. Leaving her side is dangerous on its own. Anyone could take advantage of her and-"

He silenced himself once realizing all he said.

Shane looked at him, slightly empathetic, "Her body was tired, Damon. The only other explanation I can give is that even after not being able to use her magic, she probably pushed herself more than necessary and the spirits...did something. Even then, you'll have to be patient."

Damon's cell rung again, and since he was fed up with today's events altogether, he answered, "What?"

"It's Elena. She's been hallucinating because she killed the Hunter and he's trying to kill her by having her kill herself." Stefan said quickly, flustered.

Damon fell silent.

"Klaus took her away as well."

For fuck's sake.

Elena glared at the hybrid as she sat, captive, in one of Klaus' rooms. The hybrid just explained her necessities and Klaus' next plan of action in dealing with her. Needless to say, she was fuming.

"Just...please, go, away," she wasn't sure if the impending hallucination was fueling her growing headache or the course of today's events: like being kidnapped by Klaus.

The hybrid sighed before leaving her, revealing Connor with a passive look on his face as he answered calmly, "I can't."

Elena's absent heart skipped a beat before she looked up at him.

"I'm gonna be with you forever." He sauntered over to her, muscles tensing as he continued, "I'm that constant reminder of what you've become."

Elena looked down, pulling in her lips as that same absent heart beat began to shatter.

A murderer. She finished his sentence mentally.

"So tell me, how'd it feel to drain the life out of me?" Connor asked, standing before her finally.

Elena's voice started to break, "It was horrible. It was the worst thing I've ever done."

"You're lying."

The chestnut haired woman looked up immediately, aghast, "No...I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Tell the truth."

"I am telling the truth!"

"You're lying." He hissed.

Snapping, Elena jumped to her feet, stepping to him, "Fine! I liked it! I love the taste of your blood! Are you happy?"

"No, Elena. I'm dead."

She could have sworn she heard glass break as she took a couple of steps back. Where her heart lied, it hurt, a lot.

"Did you know I had a family? A brother?"

Elena started to shake her head in the negative.

"...parents?"

Her head couldn't stop shaking, "I'm sorry...I-I'm really sorry."

"Are you sorry about your parents? It's your fault they died." a wicked smirk graced the hunter's handsome face.

Elena's mouth, however, fell, "Don't."

"They ran off Wickery Bridge with you in the car. They weren't supposed to be there were they?" He stepped up closer to her as she stepped back, shaking her head further, her throat drying immediately with her vision starting to blur.

"They died because of you."

Elena bumped into the seat behind her, feeling anxious.

"I'm not going to stop until you take your last, miserable, breath," he murmured in her ear, his blood still a strong scent in her presence but only making Elena feel sicker.

She mustered up the little bit of anger in her to walk away from him, "I'm not going to let you do this to me."

"Then get rid of me!" He exclaimed with a grin. "Kill yourself."

Elena frowned.

"You never wanted to be a vampire in the first place now look what you've become."

All she could do was shake her head but her mouth couldn't speak out against him. To disagree with him.

"A monster."

She turned from him, her hands grasping the back of her neck to try and comfort herself. Her lips pulled in as her throat dried and the pain in her heart became more prominent.

"A murderer."

"Stop." She begged, her hands now covering her ears.

"You don't wanna listen to me?"

Elena refused to turn back to him.

"Fine."

In that instant Elena felt like his presence disappeared, but as she turned Katherine strolled up to her, "Then how about you and I have a little chat?"

Disbelief written all over her face, Elena let her hands slowly fall from her ears, "Katherine?"

"Didja miss me?" She answered with a question of her own and a smirk.

"So little Gilbert. I know I said we came here to save Bonnie but it looks like Elena needs saving too."

As always.

Jeremy frowned towards Damon as he marched into the classroom, "What do I do?"

After Shane gave Damon insight on what to do to save Elena, he immediately dismissed the professor (he obviously didnt like him) and called Jeremy in for his "services". There was reason for his tagging along after all.

"Elena's having hallucinations-"

"Stefan already filled me in."

"Of course he did," Damon was on his feet.

"What do I do Damon?" Jeremy stressed, again, irritated himself.

Damon frowned, realization etching his face. Wait-How'd Professor Creepy know my name? I never gave him my-

"Damon?" Jeremy tried again, confused.

"You have to kill a vampire. Hybrid. Whatever-and you get the mark thus Elena stops hallucinating." Damon answered, seething to himself for not catching the realization when Shane was present.

"Good. Give me a stake and I'll kill you."

Damon glared in warning, "Whoa there Van Helsing, you'll get your vampire."

He then shoulder bumped him as he left the classroom, "But in the meantime you need me alive whether you like it or not."

"Don't you ever stop crying?"

Elena sniffles as she hugs her knee to her chest.

"Poor Elena, always the victim. Except..." Katherine continued before trailing off into thought. She then turned back to her doppelgänger, "...Now you're a killer. What does Stefan think of the new you?"

Elena hissed, "Shut, up."

"The girl he fell in love with is gone you know." It wasn't a question. "You're like me now."

She then whispered like the next thing was a scandalous secret, "Maybe worst."

Exasperated, Elena slapped her hands to the seat, "I made a mistake, I can do better!"

"No, you can't. You're a vampire. You'll kill again and you'll keep killing until it changes you. And then you'll be just like me." Katherine knelt down slightly in a way to taunt her as she smirked devilishly.

Elena jumped up into Katherine's face, "I am nothing like you!"

Katherine, however, leaned forward easily, "I was you before you even existed."

Elena froze, unsure of what to spit back.

"And when Stefan knew the real me-he hated me."

Elena's heart crumbled like paper at the realization. Katherine, on the other hand, grinned before turning from her to stroll to the bed to have a seat, "Now he'll hate you. But at least you'll have Damon."

"Shut up!"

Elena went to tackle the Petrova girl to only have her vanish in the thick, tense air. She flopped on the bed, confused, before feeling absolutely devastated. Sitting up immediately to look around to find where Katherine went, Elena soon gave up and ran trembling fingers through her hair to pull it back from her face.

"Now, now. No need to be violent," Katherine sat beside her, patting her on the knee before she stood to her feet to look at her more appropriately. "Where were we?"

"Stop...please...just stop." Elena proceeded to cover her ears again, burying her face in her knees.

Katherine pursed her lips before nodding, "I guess me getting through to you isn't enough either. But I know one person you'll listen to whether you want to or not."

Elena furrowed her brows when she realized no noise (or talking) was going on anymore. She slowly let her hands uncover her ears before looking up, expecting an empty room.

But instead, Bonnie was the one looking straight back at her.

They stared at each other for a long, heavy moment, no one making a move to the other. Elena let out a choked sound of relief as she stood to her feet, ready to run into her friend's arms, "Oh God, Bonnie!"

Elena took a step forward while Bonnie took two steps back.

Brown, bemused eyes fell on pained, green ones.

"Bonnie?"

"I can't do this anymore 'Lena."

Elena's heart sunk immediately before asking in a tiny voice, "What?"

"This..." Bonnie motioned between the two.

"'This'?"

"This...friendship."

"What? Bonnie, no-" Elena moved to get closer to her to only have Bonnie step back further, "Elena, stop."

She did.

"I've...I've lost so much because of you," Elena's best friend murmured, voice cracking. "My Grams..."

"Bonnie-" Elena tried approaching her again. Bonnie shook her head feverly, "I said stop, Elena."

The doppelgänger could feel her heart shatter to the point of unfixable.

"First my Grams, then my mom-when will it be me next? When will you let me die?"

"Bonnie! No! I would never want to let you die for me!"

"I know you don't want it Elena, but you'll let it happen. By the hands of the Salvatore brothers probably. Damon especially. After everything he's done to us, to Jeremy, me-you still care about him?"

Elena's vision blurred, her voice cracking as well, "No, Bonnie-"

"What about my mom? What about Abby? I never even got the chance to bond with her. I lost her to you twice, Elena-and then she left me again."

"Bonnie, I'm so sorry-" Elena's hands started to shake in an uncontrollable manner.

"You're always sorry, 'Lena! You always apologize for them!" Bonnie's normally strong and patient eyes were that of pure contempt. And it was directed to Elena. All the doppelganger could do was wince, "What will it take for you to realize that you're no better than they are?"

Elena's eyes widened at that, stepping away from her, "You don't mean that."

"I do. Letting them kill innocent people for you. Letting them get away with their actions. The end justifies the means though, doesn't it, Elena? I walked the dead for you and the only thing you gave in return was for me to make you a daywalker ring? The same day I lost my Grams again to the spirits? Where I was choked by Klaus?"

Elena felt the tears fall easily down her cheeks.

"I lost my magic, Elena! I was depressed. I needed you." Her hands shook in fists as she ranted on.

"Bonnie I know-I know you did but-"

"Then why couldn't you be there for me just that one time? I was always there for you. I'm willing to die for you. What was more important than just visiting me to see if I was ok? God! If you ever visited you probably could have saved me from my coma."

Elena chocked on a sob as she sat back down on the bed, not even bothering to wipe the tears from her face.

"I used to be so sure we were like sisters,'Lena...willing to die for each other because we love each other that much...now I-I just don't know anymore."

"No Bonnie! I still would! I still-"

"Then prove it," Bonnie wiped the stubborn tears from her face as she looked down at Elena.

The cursed vampire looked up, mouth agape, eager to hear what her best friend suggests for her to do to make it up to her.

"Kill yourself."

Elena just stared at her.

"Die for me like I've done for you. Do the entire town a favor and take your own life, ok?" Bonnie finally knelt before her as she grabbed up her hands eagerly, "Please. Just do this one thing for me Elena."

Elena shook her head in disbelief but silent tears continued to run down her cheek.

"Please?"

And then the desperate vampire gave a single nod.

If he hadn't had been there in time...Elena would have died.

What did she mean she had to do it "for Bonnie"?

She was going to meet Stefan outside her porch to talk because it was important. Everytime she thought about it she would glance at her daywalker ring that Damon retrieved for her from Wickery Bridge. The same ring Bonnie made for her the night she lost her magic and her Grams. Guilt consumed her before she looked away.

Then again...

She was such an idiot. How could she think that Bonnie would ever want her to take her life? Even when her parent's death was still fresh, Bonnie was the one that made sure she didn't go off the deep end.

Elena looked at the time nervously as she wrung her fingers in anticipation. Stefan would be there any minute and they would...talk.

And then right after, she was going to see Bonnie at the hospital.

The doorbell rung and Elena answered it. Her breath caught in her throat a little when she saw Stefan. He gave her a half-hearted grin.

"Stefan..." She breathed out when her cell phone started to vibrate on her hip. She held her finger up at him to wait as she answered it.

"BONNIE'S AWAKE!"

"Caroline-calm down-"

"BONNIE'S AWAKE. SHE'S AWAKE. GET DOWN HERE NOW."

The blonde then hung up. Stefan heard her loud and clear as he waited patiently for Elena's next course of action.

She looked to him and then to her cellphone. Nodding to herself, she put her cellphone away and gave Stefan an apologetic look, "I'm sorry Stefan-"

"It's ok. It's Bonnie. We'll talk later."

She nodded as they both hurried off to the hospital.

Something's not right.

Damon watched the "happy" scene in silence and crossed arms against his chest. Everyone was there for the awakening of Bonnie Bennett. She was being hugged and smothered with affection. There were flowers, balloons, and cards surrounding her.

Elena and Caroline would not let the girl breathe despite all of that.

Something's not right at all.

Damon glared at the girl in the bed with nothing but suspicion. She finally looked his way.

He furrowed his brows.

She gave a slow smirk.

In another dimension...

"Ready witchy?" Damon cried out to her.

She appeared beside him, grinning, "Yup."

"Remember the deal?"

She rolled her eyes, "You accompany me to Whitmore so we can talk to Professor Shane."

"And?"

"...and I'll be your 'date' for tonight when Elena comes over."

"Perfect. Today's going to be a good day, Sabrina."

"It better or I'm setting you on fire."

"Alright, but I'll have you know I'm a bit of a masochist."

"Not surprised."

"Don't bring up the Damon from your dimension. It's kinda depressing that you're not the only you in this universe."

She rolled her eyes, "Said in the words of a narcissist."

He gave her a stunning smirk before opening the car door for her. She looked up at him then as he gestured to the passenger seat with his head and giving her a look that said, "Well?"

Bonnie sat down and turned to have Damon already turning the ignition to start the car. The ghost giggled to herself, turning to look Damon in his brilliant, powder blue eyes, "When I left my dimension, you and Elena were going to accompany me to visit Whitmore and see Professor Shane."

"Except Elena's not in the picture, so~" Damon drove off, "I guess we're picking up where you left off."

Bonnie just didn't know if she was better off here or back home.

A/N: I apologize for the wait. TVD left me feeling bitter after this episode I revamped for this fic. And when I feel bitter about any sort of fandom I actively participate in (whether I love to hate-watch it or not), I don't feel inspired to write fics for it. Unfortunately. But then that hug happened and things happened for Bamon and I grew so inspired that I just couldn't stop writing. Anyways-thank you all for the follows and reviews! They motivate me to continue! And I love to see what you all think about this thus far. *smooches.