Part 1

Her position on vampires hasn't changed much, but that's due to her previous experiences with them. Werewolves are less likely to kill he considering most of the ones she's met have only killed once so she has no issues with them. Hybrids though are a different story. They're half vampires so they should automatically go on her shit list but she's had a chance to spend time with a few up close and personal and it's really a case by case basis. Learnning that the ones made during Klaus' summer with Stefan didn't have a choice it makes it a little harder to judge them. Bonnie knows what it's like to have something huge like that thrust upon you, so she can sympathize.

She's also learned to view them as people. That's what they were. That's what most of them consider themselves to be. They can be monsters but all their emotions are still there. They've been through some of the things they've been through. It's easy to relate to them.

And they've welcomed her with open arms. Werewolves are like witches, they take care of their own, and somehow she's been considered one of them. They've embraced her all of her and it's something she didn't know she needed. Back home they see her as the witch formerly known as Bonnie. Here they respect what she is but they don't forget she's just a girl. Usually she's the first witch they've knowingly come into contact with; it's not as though they have prior experience with these kind of things.

There's still conflicting feelings there. Killing is wrong. Personally she's never seen any of them kill anyone in front of her, but she's not naive enough to think they don't. But she's killed. Not regularly, not for fun but it's happened. Is it okay for her to kill on accident without judgement? Klaus is the only one that knows and he's not passing it but that means nothing. If other people knew they would,just like she would if the shoe was on the other foot. Bonnie's not predispositioned to be a killer. Vampires are. So how is she supposed to judge them? It seems unimportant but it is to her. She compartmentalizes because it makes things easier to understand; she doesn't understand this. She's accustomed to doing things because they're the right thing to do, even when they're the wrong thing to do. But what is wrong for a natural born killer?

She promised Klaus she wouldn't kill them, like he'd promised witches were off limits. It's irrational and she could go back on it, but what does it mean when a serial killer has a better moral code than you. Klaus doesn't lie. He manipulates and plays mind games but it's always with the truth. He's honest.

She can't imagine how many people he's killed over the years, but she knows when he goes out alone there's the possibility that some could die from his hand. The thought doesn't keep her up at night. He's come home breath smelling of blood. His clothes drenched in it. It's normal. She doesn't even about it anymore. His lack of remorse has always bothered her, but the longer she's with him she realizes it's unreasonable. He wouldn't be able to function with a thousands years of guilt on his mind, and why does she even care about that when he deserves it, but she still has a hard time dealing with what she's done and taking on his sins would drive her crazy.

Rules aren't written in stone and there's always an exception. The longer Bonnie's away from Mystic Falls the more she's able to realize it. She's done things straddling the line of shady. She's actually crossed it more than a few times, but at her core she's still the same.. All she's ever done is try to be authentic. Authentic for a seventeen year old with minimal life experience differs from experience of a twenty year old. That's without considering the supernatural. Her reactions are real. Her emotions are real. It's never been a conscious decision to act a certain way she's just Bonnie. Sometimes she's wrong, but most of the time she isn't.

Pretending that Klaus hasn't influenced the new her, or at least made her realize some things about herself would stupid. Bonnie can be vindictive and sneaky and cunning and she finds out that they're not bad traits when used the right way. She thanks him for bringing that out in her.

She's knows what makes him tick, how people like him tick; she even likes some of those ticks. He says he'll do something consider it done. She admires that. He'd promised to protect her and so far he has. Sometimes that means protecting her from herself.

She's positive he cares about her, well as much as Klaus could care about anyone who wasn't already in a coffin. Not in a let-me-hold-your-hand-and-tell-you-how-great-of-a-person-you are kinda way. But in a you're-a-witch-and-I-respect-that-more-than-anyone-but-you're-still-human-so-if-you-forget-i'm-here-to-remind-you-except-i'm-going-to-be-a-complete-jackass-about it kinda way. She needs that support, and though she could do without the policing, she's okay with it. It works for them.

She's never tries to actively fight how she feels about him. Dormant hate is still there, she doesn't think it'll ever go away, but it's not constantly nagging her. He balances her, keeps her on the right track when she gets out of line (well when she chooses to listen). He knows how to talk her down from something dangerous, unless it's dangerous and benefits him. The hybrid doesn't process how human emotions really work and he misses the mark most of the time, but when he tries he tries hard. Awkward hugs. Death threats in her honor. Gifts taken from people he's killed. "You killed somebody for that."

"No this wasn't the reason."

"You can't go around killing people."

"You're not even convincing anymore. I don't even think you believe that."

"I do."

"Why is it so important to you?"

"People are important to me...if people matter, I matter." He doesn't get it, but he accepts it. Tha doesn't mean that he stops killing and she's not expecting him to.

His affection (if you could call it that) delves a little bit deeper than a dead witch is a useless witch like in the beginning. Klaus is a psychopath but he forms bonds with witches. She sees it with Regina. She can hear it when he talks about Maddox or Greta. She can feel it when it's just the two of them. He's not exactly sweet, but he's generally cordial to her. He lets her get away with things she knows not many others could. He brings out the worst (best) in her and at this moment nobody knows her more than he does.


They've moved five times. Four different countries. Three hotels. One apartment. Two houses. Bonnie's favorites happens to be the latter. She likes her space, and it's a bit hard to have it with two bedrooms that are so close together, she could lay in her bed and probably hear him breathing if he breathed. Having all this extra space is the only benefit of living in rural Montana.

Mystic Falls is not some metropolitan city, but her closest neighbor was a few feet away. Here it's miles between their home and their neighbors which is bittersweet. There's acres and acres of land by isolation makes for a boring life.

The house is what you would expect from something that's been standing there for a century. It's old, but the inside is modernized, well modernized for Klaus. It's furnished deep reds and golds. Huge plush rugs sit on top of the hardwood flooring. His signature ugly, uncomfortable velvet backed chairs are scattered throughout the living room.

The kitchen is considerably bland but she expects it to be. Klaus doesn't cook, he doesn't need to eat. It's big and and strangely empty and Bonnie uses it more than he does.

There's five other rooms in the house not counting the three bathrooms:the library, their bedrooms, a room packed to the brim with extra furniture, and two others that must have been guestrooms at one time judging on the way they're decorated.

It's comfortable. She's comfortable. Life is good.


The stronger Bonnie gets, the more visions she has. Not the vague creepy one sthat come to her while she's sleeping, but the small ones where she can predict the weather, or knows who's going home on American Idol before it's aired. So when she sees Klaus' ticket scheduled for the next week in a vision Bonnie realizes she needs to feed now. Bonnie prefers to do it during the middle of the lunar cycle. The moon is biggest and brightest then, Klaus is more powerful, and usually in a good mood so he's more likely to let her do it without the customary complaints. But if he's not going to be in town it'll throw her whole schedule off.

He's been monitoring her feedings for the last couple of months, and ever since that conversation they had about power he's been watching her carefully. Part of being a good witch is knowing your limits, but another part was seeing how far you can push them, push yourself. That required power and relying on him for it was frustrating. "You don't give a child a bb gun and expect them to know how to use it." And while she understood that he was trying to say that she needed more practice, that she needed to crawl before she could walk...it was insulting.

Bonnie didn't have the luxury of being a child. She was the weapon in that analogy. That's what witches were. She 'd been destined to be a weapon from birth, and after that realization everything was downhill. You can't fight it. You have to embrace it.


Privacy is a non-issue between only real secrets Bonnie had were the ones she kept in her head; she's sure if she wasn't a witch he'd find those out too. And Bonnie ever the egalitarian decided that was unfair so if she wanted to know something bad enough, she'd find out.

He keeps that huge wooden box that she'd gotten possessed for at the end of his bed. when she They'd both been in a good mood, meaning that they could tolerate being around each other for a few hours. Stretched out on the humongous throw rug on his floor Bonnie tapped her foot rhythmically against the box. She's flipping through a magazine and simultaneously explaining that "rad" isn't a commonly used slang word anymore and he sounds like an idiot when he says it and it's embarrassing. "I can make anything sound good." She rolls her eyes but she's smiling. Closing the magazine she rolls over on her back and lifts her head slightly to see him on the bed. "If I look in there will you get mad?"

Klaus glanced up from the notebook was scribbling in. His back is propped up against the pillows. Remote beside him but the television turned off. "Yes." He makes no move to stop her when she opens the lid so she assumes he's joking and that should've made her pause. She doesn't know what to expect, but she can remember how adamant he'd been at keeping it a secret before and it's weird now that he doesn't care.

Her heart jumps when it's open but it's filled with nothing but books. Well that was anticlimatic. "What else was in here?"

"That grimiore I gave you."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

She pulls one out. The cover is leather; pages yellow. She runs her fingers along the spine; the binding's in good condition. Bonnie flips to the first page and her vision if filled with a collage of flips to the next page and it's the same thing. The whole book is the nothing but these faces. Some smiling or crying or frowning. Men. Women. Old and young. And in small letters inside of the women's pinned up hair, or curved along the men's chin are dates. "What is this?"

"What do you think it is?"

"Are these people you've killed?" He smiles. That strange, bizarre huge smile and that gives her his answer. This is just one year. She can't wipe the look of disgust off her face, but she can't stop looking. She moves on to the next book, and the next. Until she's gotten them all over the floor and Klaus is sitting beside her telling her the stories of their deaths.

How the coal miners daughter had a thickest accent he'd ever heard, and how prettily she bled. The young barrister that he'd kept alive for weeks before he drained him. The old woman with consumption. "It was a mercy killing." He shows her face after face, tells her story after story until she asks to see the witches.

He grabs a few books. Enough to span a hundred years, and he searches. In a sea of faces he picks out one in this year. Two in that. Another one in this book. There's not enough of them to fill a page, but she still feels for their deaths. She won't ask them how they died, it doesn't matter he caused their deaths. But somehow she eased by the lack of her people in the books and simultaneously disgusted that she can think like that. People matter. All people matter.

This is her history though and her Grams was big on teacher her the importance of that. Grimiores are an insight into its owner but it's not a diary. Sheila's spells are more are more defensive in nature; they're about protection based in white magic. Greta's are about the attack and dabble in the dark. They aren't first hand accounts.

Klaus identifies with his werewolf side more than anything else. Vampires aren't important to him; the only ones that matter to him are in wooden boxes, but werewolves are everything. He's focused his entire life around them. It's the only thing that links him to the father he's never met, that family is the ones that embraces him. Even if it's out of obligation. She gets it. Naturally she resents her mother, but if the older Bennett sought her out, she'd accept her. There's nothing like family and that doesn't diminish what are friends are to her, but they don't understand her struggles. They aren't witches. They aren't Grams. There's a huge difference. She needs that connection even if it's only learning about their deaths.

The strongest ties to her past are through a man who killed her ancestors and there's no pretending she's happy about it but she'll listen. She'll learn. Knowledge is power. "I told you I don't go around killing witches. You're more useful to me alive than you are dead."

He waits for her to respond, maybe to scream or yell or cry. She wants to. It's unfair that this happened to any of these people but especially to hers— except she can't. Unlike Klaus she's grounded in reality. She knew what he was, she knows who he is. She knows who she is.

She closes the book and puts it back in the chest. Does the same with the rest she'd pulled out. Closes the lid. "If I ever end up in one of these books I want my own page." She goes back to reading her magazine.

Since then he's showed her other things he's drawn. His family: Rebekah dancing with Stefan, hair in fingerwaves; Finn with shampoo commercial hair sharpening knives; Kol laughing with his mouth open he same way that Klaus does; Elijah sitting with his chin propped on his hands probably spewing some nobility bullshit. He has dozens of pictures of Greta. He doesn't have to say it for her to know what he cared about her. He'd drawn a few of Regina after they'd visited her. Today when she crawled into bed beside him he'd been sketching Maddox face. Well she thinks it's Maddox's.

Klaus' what Bonnie likes to call FMSing (Full Moon Syndrom-ing) like he does every month the week before the full moon. She'd assume that not having to turn meant not dealing with the side-effects of being part wolf. She actually didn't know that there were any side-effects at all, but every month without fail he starts turning the air down to freezing, eating meat and somehow he becomes a bigger asshole than she thought was possible— oh it's possible. Add that into already feeding the week before and that minimized the chances him actually doing it.

Today he came home covered in blood, broken a few glasses, and he'd been yelling on the phone (while he's psychotic, he's usually polite) when she'd woken up. Bonnie pulls the covers over her legs. Smoothes out the wrinkles. "What do you want?" She smiles at him. "Maybe I just wanted to sit next to you."

"You're not a good liar. I know you want something and the answer's no."

"You don't even know what it is. I just want to—"

"No."

"I just wan—"

"No."

"Feed."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said no."

"You know I could always figure out a way to make you."

"Do you think that's wise?" No. She watches him erase the eyes and start over. "You could always—"

"No."

"You don't even know what I was gonna say. You could—"

"No."

"Klaus."

"Bonnie."

"Niklaus."

"Bonnie."

"Nikki." That makes the both of them pause and stare at each other. There's a small sliver of a smile on his face when she sneaks her request in. "You could give me some blood."

"No."

"Why not?"

"You're beginning to annoy me." He annoys her everyday. She won't beg, not now. She has her pride. "So what time's your flight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your flight, for Virginia?"

"How'd you know?"

"Psychic remember?"

"Did you want to come?" She glares at him. "You know I don't." Despite saying that she does, as frequently as she does, she'd rather get a root canal. She's been away long enough that it doesn't feel like home anymore. Here she can work on her magic. She can be selfish. She can be who she really is. While she has conflicting feelings about that in regards to her friends, she'll get over it. That's what she does. She loves them but sometimes you need to put yourself first and really going back to Mystic Falls is putting them in danger.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"Will you miss me?"Bonnie rolls her eyes. "It's unlikely."


It's no so much that she misses him it's more that she's bored without him there. The first time he'd went back, they'd been living in that apartment where Gregory die— where she killed Gregory. He only was gone a couple of days and she hung out with their neighbors for the first one and slept most of the second.

But now she was in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do, and nobody to talk to. She still kept in touch with a few people but it wasn't like she could just call them up. He hadn't made any hybrids due to the lack of Elena's blood so their usually busy household wasn't busy at all.

Bonnie thinks about starting a garden. Shelia had one and Bonnie enjoyed working on it with her but winter is coming so that's a no. Klaus bought her another Prius because she hates driving his gas guzzler and he hates that she always moves his seat up, but if there's nowhere to go there's actually no point. She could work on spells and she will, but part of doing magic is making him the test subject. The downside is hearing him complain about it. The incense she uses burns his sensitive nose. All the smoke makes his eyes water. "Don't you find it strange that you get off on hurting me?" No.

The first day goes by slow. She makes brownies from scratch. Burns the first batch while lounging in bed emailing Regina. Lays on the couch in her underwear and puts her drinks on the table without a coaster. "Really flying by the seat of your pants here."

The second day she's in Klaus' room changing the passwords on his computer from hybrid back to blood (he'd changed it after she'd figured it out the last time), when she falls asleep.

She's in a park. Midday. Nobody's there except a woman on a swing. Bonnie hears her name being called and when she looks really looks she recognizes the woman.

"Lucy!" She walks over to the swingset to be enveloped in a hug. A hug that's not long enough. "It's nice to see a familiar face."

"It is. You look good."

"Thanks, so do you. You look very tan."

"It's the island sun."

"Which island?"

"Staten." Bonnie wasn't expecting that. "This is real right, like you're really here."

"Here as in I really tapped into your consciousness then yes." Bonnie's lets that register. "So anybody could do that?"

"Don't worry... whatever wards you got up are pretty good, it's taken weeks for me to get through them."

"But you could."

"Raye would have to know who you are to even try to tap into your brain, find some of kind of personal link, and again it'd take weeks with the wards you've gotten put up."

"Raye? Her name's Raye? It doesn't sound that villian-y."

"Who's born a villain?" She's right even though Klaus sounds like one. "I'm sorry it took this long to get in contact with you. I tried once before in the beginning but my magic was kind of limited then."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Some of the elders formed a coven in upstate New York to rectify our little problem. Tried out a couple of spells, borrowed a lot of magic..."

"I'm assuming it didn't work."

"You're assuming right. Personally I think it was the spells, this is unprecedented you know? We don't know what to use. It was just trial and error.'" Bonnie takes a seat on the swing pumps her legs to get a little bit of air.

"Do you know how she even exists? I mean there are rules that prevent this right?" Lucy wraps her hand around the chain of her swing. Digs a toe into the sand. "There's these new werewolf, vampire things...you heard of them?" Bonnie strains to keep her face neutral. "Hybrids...yeah I think I heard of them."

"Yeah hybrids, and if a hybrid turns a witch she can go through the transition and keeps her powers... doesn't sound like a bad setup to me, but I'm not some crazy homicidal bitch. "Yeah doesn't sound too bad."

Klaus is the reason she needs Klaus' protection in the first place. She's the reason she needs his protection. She barely gets time to comprehend it when she feels a slight pull on her body. Lucy answers her before she can ask. "You're about to wake up."

"No not yet..." The pull is harder. Lucy feels farther away. "If you need me you'll find me. I'll keep you updated."

She's the reason she needs his protection.

She's reason her family is dying.

How is she supposed to deal with that?

How does she even begin to wrap her head around this?

She can't. So she doesn't.

She takes her mind off of it. Flipping through one of Greta's grimiores she finds a spell that requires four drops of vampire's blood. It's not a spell requires much power but the challenge is the vampires blood. Substituting ingredients is risky so that's out of the question; she takes risks but not unnecessary ones. She needs to find a vampire.

Tingling in her neck signals a werewolf is near and that radius only extends a couple of miles, but touching vampires is the only way she recognizes them. But first she has to find one. That's the her plan for the day.

Blood calls to blood. Klaus doesn't keep vials of his blood anywhere, but he does keep that grimy rag that belonged to John. Picturing the dissatisfaction on his face does nothing to deter her. She can handle him if she needs to. Except if he kills her, which he probably will because she pours water on it squeezes that nasty liquid over a map. It trails into three lines; the closest one stopping thirty miles off. Finds another map smaller in area and does it again until she narrows it down.

Grabbing two mason jars, a hunting knife, and a backpack to put it in she's out the door.

She's done more dangerous things but it doesn't keep her heart from thumping when she starts to walk up the long sidewalk. The house is similar to theirs, same design. Long wooden porch. Steps weathered and sagging a little. Wicker chairs on the left side. Porch swing on the right. She begins to step on the first one when a figure in the shadows on the left moves and stops her in her tracks.

"Hi. How can I help you?" She steps into the light unnatural red hair pulled back. Long straight nose taking up most of her face. Her blue eyes focused on the witch.

"My name's—." Bonnie extends a hand and waits for her to shake it, until she realizes it's still in direct light. Vampire. Bonnie steps closer and the woman finally shakes it. She feels death. It makes her smile until she gets yanked up the steps.

Why would anyone question her disdain for vampires? Why?

The redhead presses her back uncomfortably against the railing. The jars in her backpack hard against her spine. "What are you doing here?" Bonnie blows her backwards into one of those wicker chairs. It shocks the both of them. Thankfully her instincts kick in faster now.

"I was just going to ask you to donate some blood."

"For what?"

"A spell."

"What are you a witch?" Bonnie nods. "Are you joking?"

"No." The woman start to rise and Bonnie pushes her right back down. "I don't trust you."

"You come to my house demanding my blood—"

"I was going to ask. I used to the word "donate."

"What are you going to give me in return?"

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"Blood."

"Not from me."

"Isn't that a little backwards? You want me to give you my blood but you won't give me yours."

"I'm not going to kill you in the process."

"I'm not going to kill you."

Bonnie smirks. "I know, because you're not drinking from me. How do you normally get blood? You don't drink from cows or deers or anything?" Her nose scrunches in disgust. That's her answer. "I can drip blood into your mouth, but you'd have to be restrained."

"I'm not a child being fed from her mother's breast. I can bite you and control myself."

"I don't trust you."

"And I don't trust—"

"Look, this is just a nicety...I could take it if I wanted it. I'm being courteous here." She hates people that push their weight around, but really this conversation is going on longer than it should. "I've got $200 in cash...and a leather jacket...that you probably don't need...but that's worth way more than a pint of blood." The vampire contemplates it for a few seconds until she agrees.

"Okay."

"What's your name?"

"Lynne."

"I'm Bonnie."


Bonnie feels horrible when she's riding home leather jacket snug against her body. One jar filled with blood the other filled with ashes sitting in the passenger seat. She never said that she wasn't going to kill her, just not while she was taking her blood. It wasn't a lie, not really. And dead vampires don't need money or jackets nor should she feel apologetic. A service was done today. One less vampire in the world. She should feel better.

Pulling up to the driveway she sees Klaus' car. She wasn't ready for him to be home just yet. Working out her feelings about how she came to be in this situation would take more than a couple days and she hadn't even attempted to. She blames herself. If she didn't help him make his hybrids her family wouldn't be dying but Tyler would've died that night. Not a choice she would make. She blames Klaus; well adjusted individuals wouldn't go around killing people because he wasn't loved enough as a child. It's not fair. Life's not fair. Nature definitely isn't.

How dare nature force her to uphold their rules when they couldn't even do it on their own.

Klaus is an anomaly. He's a also a mistake. She gets punished for bringing her boyfriend back to life, and Klaus walks around unscathed. Allowed to make baby Klaus' who in turn make Raye.

She sets her keys down on the kitchen table. Puts her blood in the fridge. Writes Lynne's name and the date on the seal of the jar and sets it on the counter. On her way out she walks straight into Klaus' chest. Stumbling back she reaches out for him and he helps her regain her balance. She pushes him off. "What's wrong with you?

"When's the last time you made a vampire, not a hybrid but just a vampire?"

"No how was your trip?" She rolls her eyes and asks him again. "Three or four years. What does that have to do with anything?" Bonnie nods and keeps nodding. Lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Okay...okay." He reaches out to touch her and she pulls back. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Bonnie walks past him only to be pulled back by her belt loops. She yanks away from him, "don't touch me!" She feels her magic bubbling underneath the surface of her skin. The lamp on the hallway table shatters. Her face feels on fire. Hot tears stream down her face. This is about more than her. This is more than is about family. It's about being forced by nature who should have had her back, who should've cared more about her than to put her in this situation.

She's angry yes, but she won't let it cloud her judgment. That anger is essentially useless. Nature's omnipotent. She's too big. Too powerful. She can't be stopped. And Klaus...she can't kill Klaus in retribution— not right now, she doesn't even think that would make her feel better. She hates that, that he's the only one she could turn to for this. Why would she give her those dreams about him? She knew. She knew!

"Bonnie...what happened?"

She's always been good at pretending she's okay. A couple years with Klaus doesn't change that. Clearing her throat she says, "Lucy came to me in a dream...and she told me...I know why I'm here."

"Okay...and why are you crying?" He rubs the pads of his of his fingers across her cheek and she jerks back. Her initial thought is to tell him the truth, but that strong sense of preservation she has kicks in. If she tells him the truth there's nothing stopping him from feeding her blood and snapping her neck. He likes her, but he likes power more. A vamp-witch is going to be stronger than a regular witch and the thought that she could possibly be sired to him is worse than death.

So she'll lie. Lying to a vampire is easier if you're already emotional. Milk the situation. The tears are real, they're just not for the reasons he thinks."Raye, that's her name...she was doing a difficult spell for some old vampire and she performed it on a magical hotspot...but she wasn't strong enough and died before she could finish it...the blood in her system reacted with the excess energy...somehow she was able to keep her powers." It's not a bad lie, it's not the best but it doesn't seem too perfect. It's perfect. She adds a couple of sniffles at the end.

He cocks his head. "And you thought I turned her?"

"I mean Greta and Maddox were gone...and I know you were still trying to make your hybrids then...and Mystic Falls is a hotspot...I just jumped to conclusions...I didn't have anybody to talk to about it and I've been letting my imaginaton get the best me...I guess." She shrugs and half smiles. Wipes her eyes.

"It's understandable. I could find out who did it for you." Not a good liar my ass.

"How would that help me?"

"I thought you understood revenge Bonnie."

"What if I never find them...I don't want to spend my entire life trying to get revenge and still have to watch my back all the time. Who does that? Oh wait you do." Bonnie laughs a loud genuine laugh and wraps her arm around the hybrid. Acts normally. "How was your trip?"

"Very fulfilling." She doesn't want to know. With no humor in her voice she asks, "did you kill my dad?"

"No. Is that what you think of me? You think I go back on my promises." He looks so offended she starts laughing again. "I assumed he enjoyed his birthday gift since he was wearing it while I was there...he's in top shape physically, doing well financially which is a blessing during these tumultous times...how long has been in finance?" This is the twilight zone.

"My whole life...why were you talking to him?"

"You told me you wanted me to check up on him."

"I was expecting you to do some creepy stalker-y looking through the windows kinda stuff. Not actually speaking to him." He shrugs his shoulders. "What about my friends?"

"They're alive. All well. Elena's-"

"Don't tell me." She climbs into his bed and he climbs on the other with his laptop in hand. She watches him type in password. He does it again. "Bonnie. I thought we talked about how we're going to stop doing this." The last time she wouldn't tell him until he'd threatened to throw Sheila's grimiore in the fire, and this time he looks annoyed enough that he just might do it. Snatching it from him she logs him in.

"It's blood."

"Speaking of blood what'd you do today?"

"That's a non-sequitur."

"You smell like the inside of a oven and you have dried blood in between your forefinger and thumb on your right hand. He brings her hand to his mouth and licks it. She slaps him away.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No. Not really."

Later that night he finds the jar and laughs. "If you kill me...you're going to put me in a glass jar too?" She shrugs. "Maybe an urn." He starts laughing again.


A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry it's taken so long just to only be one part. But I've written this chapter three times. Three completely different ways. I also spent a week trying to build a non-appropriative, non-offensive werewolf mythology from what we know that didn't suck, and it sucked. Part 2 should be up in the next couple of days but this chapter is pretty long so I hope that makes up for it.

I also don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine.