AN: Hey guys, my sister was nice enough to let me use her computer because I've been climbing the walls not being able to write. I've been writing for almost seven months now, and I didn't realize just how much writing had become an important part of my life until I wasn't able to do it anymore. I mean not writing for so long has caused me to have major withdrawals; I haven't felt like myself. It's the weirdest feeling. I felt almost lost, if that makes any sense. These last few weeks have been like torture for me. I've been fiending for my computer like a junky with my hands itching to feel the keyboard underneath my fingertips. It feels good now as I pour out my thoughts, watching my words fill up the page on the computer screen. Man, I've missed this so fucking much!
I don't know when I'll be able to update again, it all depends on whether or not my sister needs her laptop. So, I'm sorry to say it guys, but we are at the total mercy of my sister until I get a new battery for my laptop. So, let me stop rambling and get on with the story. Enjoy. :)
I do not own anything in regards to the Vampire Diaries
Alaric Saltzman was an FBI agent who specialized in mob crimes; he was very good at his job and always got the bad guy that is all but one, Benito Salvatore. That son of a bitch was the only black spot on Alaric's otherwise impressive, almost spotless resume and that ate at him more than he would care to admit. Alaric had been watching Benito Salvatore and his family for years now and was close to getting him when the fucker up and died, leaving behind a long list of unsolved crimes that he was sure Salvatore and his organization was behind, one in particular, the untimely death of a young woman by the name of Elena Gilbert. This young woman was murdered and Alaric was convinced that someone in the Salvatore organization was behind her death. Alaric didn't have solid proof, but his gut was telling him that her death wasn't an accident as some people have claimed. Foul play was at work and Alaric was going to bring the killer to justice, if it was the last thing that he did.
Alaric stood over Bonnie's shoulder, looking at the gruesome photos of the charred remains of Elena Gilbert's body once it was removed from the fiery wreckage of the car crash that took her young life. Bonnie turned her head away, unable to look any more. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the bowel from rising up in her throat. She had seen and heard enough from Mr. Saltzman. It had been a week since he had accosted her in the garden the night of Damon's birthday party. She had been so scared, thinking that she was about to be murdered when she felt someone come up from behind her and cover her mouth, only to have a small card thrust into her hands and seconds later finding herself completely alone in the dark with her heart pounding within her chest. Bonnie immediately made her way into the house, going up to her bedroom where she locked the door behind her and read the card. She had slumped to the floor, fear gripping her like never before. The card read, "You are in danger, but I can help you. Alaric Saltzman, FBI."
And now, here she sat in the Headmaster's office at her school with her head feeling like it was about to explode with everything that he'd told her in the last half hour. She felt like she was being punked, like Ashton Kutcher was seconds away from barging into the room with a camera and lights trained on her to get her reaction. This was to much to take in; it was unreal.
Alaric moved back around the desk to face Bonnie. Her toffee colored skin having paled somewhat since she'd walked into the room. He felt like a dick for ambushing her like this, but it had to be done because school was the only time when Bonnie Salvatore was without the watchful eyes of her bodyguard. Alaric and his team had been planning this little meeting for awhile now and it was decided among them to have Bonnie called out of her class to come to the Headmaster's office where Alaric would be waiting for her. Bonnie had been surprised when she walked into the office and found this tall, sandy haired man standing alone in the room, gazing out of the window. When Alaric introduced himself, Bonnie's jaw dropped, her green eyes had widened in her face upon realizing that this was a set up. He didn't pull any punches and got straight to the point, telling Bonnie everything about the Salvatores' involvement in the mob and Damon's volatile relationship with a woman named Elena Gilbert, who subsequently had been Dean's girlfriend first before she'd dumped him for Damon. Bonnie's blood ran cold when Alaric informed her of Dean's exploits as a noted cold blooded killer for the mob with his nickname being Stonecold because he had no feelings and killed without mercy. But Alaric wasn't finished with Bonnie, he had saved the best for last, sending her already reeling mind into a full on tail spin when he told her his belief that Elena Gilbert's death was not an accident that he believed that she was murdered by someone in the Salvatore organization, with Damon and Dean being at the top of his list of suspects. Bonnie had been rendered speechless.
Alaric gathered up the photos, placing them in a yellow folder before he sat down opposite Bonnie. He could see that the girl was visibly shaken and couldn't blame her because he would be too had he been in her shoes. But, he couldn't coddle her because he had a job to do and he needed her help to bring the Salvatore organization down.
"Bonnie, I know that this is a lot to take in all at once...it would be for anyone. And, I apologize for ambushing you here at school, but we need your help to bring these people down. We have been watching you for a while now, and I know that you are not happy in your marriage with Damon Salvatore, and if you help us I can make all of this go away and you can go back to the normal teenage life you had before you got involved with these people." He told her.
Bonnie's head snapped up, meeting Alaric's eyes, her own wide and disbelieving. "You can't possibly be serious...I'm not stupid Mr. Saltzman...I've watched the Soprano's...I know what happens to the people that snitch on the mob. And, I'm not looking to end up like Elena Gilbert." She said, getting up from her chair, preparing to leave.
Alaric stood up as well. "Look Bonnie, I know that you are scared, but I can protect you...help me put these scum bags behind bars where they belong."
Bonnie scoffed. "From what you've just told me and from those photos of Elena Gilbert's charred remains, I'm surrounded by very dangerous people and as I see it the FBI can't protect a fucking fly when it comes to these people, they are ruthless and will silence anyone that tries to go against them. My father didn't raise no fool, Mr. Saltzman...find yourself another informant and leave me the hell alone." Bonnie said, walking out of the office.
Alaric picked up the closest thing to him, which was a stapler, and threw it across the room. "Gotdammit!" he yelled. He had been so sure that Bonnie would cooperate with them and help bring the Salvatores down, but now he was back to square one.
Bonnie could feel the bile rising up in her throat as she walked down the quiet hallway and ran into the girl's restroom, making it into the stall just in time before she threw up her breakfast. When her stomach was empty of it's content, her body continued to dry heave, making her throat hurt. She flushed the toilet and made her way out of the stall to wash her hands and proceeded to rinse her mouth out with warm water. She looked at herself in the mirror, surprised to see that she looked the same on the outside because on the inside she felt like she had aged ten years. Her mind wanted to shut down and deny everything that she had been told. Whoever said that ignorance was bliss had been right. Now that Bonnie knew everything, she didn't know what to do with the information. How did she compartmentalize this? For a week now, Bonnie tried to convince herself that she didn't hear what she thought she heard the night of Damon's birthday party when she overheard Rose and Theresa talking in the garden. But now, thanks to Alaric Saltzman, her eyes were opened to the ugly truth and her days of denial were over. The problem was Bonnie didn't know where to go from here. She damn sure wasn't going to tell Damon about the FBI contacting her and filling her in on everything about his family's ties to the mob and the suspicions surrounding Elena Gilbert's death. No, she was going to keep her fucking mouth shut until she figured out her next move. She had to play this smart. And, her gut was telling her that it was best to pretend ignorance of what was going on around her until she was able to figure out what to do. Bonnie didn't want to go home once school was finished for the day. There was apart of her that wanted to run away, but Bonnie knew that she was being watched and she wouldn't get very far before Dean or one of his guys caught up with her. The inside of the school was the safest place to be for now. It was the only time when Bonnie felt safe from prying eyes. But, the thought of having to go home and be surrounded by these people and pretend like nothing was wrong was weighing heavily on Bonnie, she didn't think that she could do it. Every time she thought that things couldn't possibly get worse, it always did.
Bonnie sat quietly at the lunch table lost in her thoughts and didn't realize that Tyler and Jeremy had sat down at her table until she saw a hand wave in front of her face.
"Hey, snap out of it Bonnie...whatever is on your mind can't be that serious." Tyler said, opening up his milk and downing the entire container in one swallow.
Bonnie looked at him her eyes somewhat unfocused before she got herself together. Tyler and Jeremy looked so young and innocent sitting across the table from her. "Where is Caroline?" Bonnie asked, shaking herself from her thoughts.
Tyler shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm sure she'll be here soon...you know Care never misses a meal."
Jeremy chuckled, his eyes going to Bonnie. "So, why were you called into the Headmaster's office...is everything alright?" he asked.
Bonnie dropped her eyes to her plate, playing with her untouched food. "Um...yeah...everything is fine." she said.
Caroline breezed into the lunch room, bringing with her the smell of Britney Spears' Radiance perfume. She sat down next to Bonnie, brimming with excitement. "Okay seniors, the word on the street is that Kol Mikaelson is throwing a huge party at his parent's house on Saturday, so are you guys in?" she asked, looking at each of her friends.
Jeremy sighed. "I don't know Care, when news hit that Kol was kicked out of school for selling drugs my mom promised me to stay away from him."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Oh come on guys, this is our first official party as high school seniors...we have to go, including you Bonnie." she said, narrowing her eyes at Bonnie.
"I don't think that's going to be possible, sorry Care." Bonnie said, squeezing Caroline's hand.
Caroline huffed, snatching her hand away. "I don't believe you guys, senior year is finally here, and no one wants to enjoy it...this will probably be our last year together before everyone goes off to college and we all go our separate ways never seeing or talking to each other again!"
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Oh stop it I say with all of the dramatics, we'll go to the fucking party okay."
Caroline looked at Bonnie and Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I'll try, but I can't make any promises alright." she said.
Caroline beamed, life was the absolute best when she got her way.
School had just been dismissed for the day, and Bonnie knew that Dean would be waiting for her outside in the parking lot. She took her time at her locker, getting the books that she would need for her homework. Caroline and Jeremy walked up to her just as Bonnie was closing her locker. They walked with her, making their way out of the school.
"Bonnie, I don't want to get on your nerves, but please try to come to the party on Saturday because it won't be the same without you." Caroline begged, putting her arm around Bonnie's small shoulders.
Bonnie was about to respond when her green eyes landed on Dean, leaning against his black Impala, waiting for her. Her heart sped up as they got closer to him. Dean didn't look like a cold blooded killer as he stood there, if anything he looked like he belong on some beach with a surf board in his hands. Bonnie stopped walking and Dean raised his eyebrow in response. Both Caroline and Jeremy looked down at her, wondering why she stopped.
Bonnie looked between her two friends. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright." She said, giving each of them a quick hug before walking to Dean. Bonnie had made up her mind right then and there to not let her friends be anywhere near this mess that she had gotten herself involved in. Jeremy had walked away once Bonnie hugged him, but Caroline continued to follow behind her.
"Hi Dean." Caroline said from behind Bonnie, causing her to immediately tense. Caroline couldn't be this clueless, could she, didn't she recognize a fucking goodbye when she saw it, Bonnie thought.
Bonnie turned to her friend. "Care, aren't you going to be late for cheerleading practice?" she asked, lightly.
Caroline didn't spare Bonnie a look, her eyes remained on Dean. "Oh it's fine...it's our first week back at school, so I'm sure coach will give us some slack."
Bonnie looked at Dean and could see that he was ready to leave, but he was waiting on her to dismiss her friend so that they could go.
"I'll call you tonight Care." Bonnie said.
Caroline nodded her head, still not looking at Bonnie. Dean remained stone faced as he opened up the passenger side door for Bonnie. And, as they drove off, Bonnie could see in the side mirror Caroline still standing there watching the car drive off.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the car as Dean drove. Ever since the night of the party he'd noticed how Bonnie kept her distance from everyone in the house, including him. She didn't even talk and hangout with Felix like she used to do. Dean wondered what was going on with her because she wasn't acting like herself.
Bonnie's heart pounded like a jackhammer within her chest as she sat in the car beside Dean. She could feel the dampness under her armpits and even her hands were slightly moist.
"Bonnie, are you okay...did something happen at school?" Dean asked, after awhile.
Bonnie swallowed hard. "No, I'm fine...everything is fine." she told him.
Dean looked at her, not convinced, but he remained silent for the rest of the drive.
Dean was very good at reading people and Bonnie was no different. He could sense her fear. Bonnie was afraid of him. Something had happened while she was at school, Dean was sure of it because eventhough she had been quiet this morning when he'd dropped her off she hadn't been afraid of him, so her fear of him was just recent, and Dean didn't like that one bit. Bonnie was the one person that Dean didn't want to fear him and he was going to find out what the fuck was going on with her.