So I'm not sure how active this fandom still is and if anyone will even read this, but I decided to post it anyway. I have a few chapters done and after they are posted I'm not making any promises on how frequent updates will be, but hopefully one day it will be finished. For anyone that does read it, hopefully some enjoyment will come out if it. I'm normally in a different fandom, but years ago I actually started in The Vampire Diaries and this is a more fleshed out, better written version of an original idea that I had that could probably still be found somewhere on a different account. But I wouldn't recommend it as I was a lot younger then. Anyways, maybe this will intrigue someone out there.

"I'm going to be young and beautiful in my coffin. Don't you think that's romantic?"

"No, I don't. I think it's disgusting," said Elena. (Bonnie and Elena)

Bonnie absolutely loves coming to visit her grandma.

She always learns the coolest things coming here. Plus, she gets to visit Scotland. How cool is that? In her opinion, it's one of the most beautiful places on earth. Last time she was here was when she learned that she was psychic. At the time she wasn't completely sure if that was the truth or if it was her old grandma just spouting nonsense at her. Though, she used to love the idea of being young and beautiful in her coffin, she now realized how dark that actually is. How dangerous and awful everything actually was. And she's seriously a nitwit for ever thinking otherwise.

And how was it not cool to be psychic? At least in the beginning she assumed that, so she went along with it. Now, she realizes that being psychic is full of horrifying experiences. Her dreams haunt her now. And she's always going into some sort of trance. And it can be quite freaky when you don't remember that short time that's passed. Because what sort of things can she do in that time? Without knowing?

She misses her friends, though. More than anything. Lately it seems like she's always with them. So it somehow doesn't feel right not to be at their side for so long. She's only been here for a week, and even though she enjoys the break she is getting from the supernatural, that doesn't make it any less harder to be away from her friends.

That's also when dark black eyes enter her mind. She can't seem to forget them no matter how much she tries. She closes her eyes tightly as tears come to them. She couldn't stop blaming herself. But what happened to Damon was all her fault. He tried to save her and they all lost him in the process.

She wished more than anything that there was something she could do to bring him back. She and her friends tried for months after returning from the Dark Dimension. But all they found was dead ends and false leads. Eventually they just needed to let reality sink in and realize that Damon was gone and he wasn't coming back. No one was going to call her their little red bird again. She wouldn't ever see his signature smirk ever again. But most importantly she would never get the chance to see his very rare, but also very real, smile ever again.

Elena was heart broken. She was one of the people that just wouldn't let go, even in the end. Stefan was the one to finally grasp the concept that it was no use and there was nothing they could do. Bonnie knew this was hard for him to do and she knew that if it wasn't for her, and mostly Elena, he would never have let that reality sink in. He would have kept on searching. But he didn't want to have us live with such false hope.

Bonnie sighs as she closes her eyes. She shouldn't be thinking about all of this right now. That's the whole reason she agreed to go on this trip. She needed time to heal and forget. Because she knows if she always remembers, remembers him, then she'll never heal. She should be focusing on where she was now. Her grandma's welcome home party for her and her family.

"Oh my gosh! Bonnie?! Is that really you?"

Bonnie blinks at the familiarity of that voice before turning around to face her. A huge smile instantly makes its way onto her face as she instantly recognizes the giddy girl in front of her, who's practically squealing with delight right now.

"Lenny?" Bonnie asks with a huge smile and a giggle as the girl runs up to her and hugs her tightly. She couldn't believe Lennox was here. They used to be best friends when she would spend every summer here as a child. Last she heard, Lennox moved to France about a year ago. Though she was really happy to see her childhood friend again, they haven't spoken in ages. Partially because she has been very busy with everything that goes on in Fell's Church. She has really missed her energetic, blonde haired friend a lot.

"Bonnie it really has been way too long! I can't believe we lost touch! Too busy and cool to talk to your old and boring best friend?" Lennox teased.

Bonnie smiled apologetically. She knew her friend was only teasing her, but there was still some truth in that statement. With everything that goes on in Fell's Church, she completely cut herself off from everything else going on in the world. She forgot about everything besides Elena and her drama. In Bonnie's defense, though, her old friends were probably a lot safer not talking to her anymore.

"I'm sorry, Lenny. I should have kept in contact. I have been pretty busy, though," Bonnie told her old friend with a sweet smile on her face.

Lenny smirked slightly at her, "Same old sweet, innocent, and naive Bonnie, huh?"

Bonnie didn't know about 'the same old'. But she smiled back and responded, "And same old energetic, giddy Lenny, huh?"

She laughs, "I guess so."

Bonnie laughs with her. This was nice. Two friends having a completely normal conversation together. Catching up. How long would this last? Not long, she answered herself. In Fell's Church there was no longer such a thing as normal. Much less a normal conversation.

"Oh, Lenny. I've missed you," Bonnie said as they stopped laughing.

She grinned back. "Oh, Bon! I've missed you too."

Bonnie smiled and opened her mouth to respond, but was suddenly jerked away as Lennox grabbed her hand and pulled her away. Bonnie let out an embarrassing 'eek' as she did so. She blinked at her friend as she grinned mischievously, pulling her outside.

"Len? Where are you taking me?" Bonnie asked, as she blinked and frowned at her in confusion.

She glanced back and smiled, before letting go of her hand, raising it in a wave, and yelling out, "Caleb!"

Bonnie blinked. Caleb? As in-

"Bonnie!" A brunette, very mature boy walked up and grinned at her. A huge smile came to Bonnie's face. This was Caleb. The boy she used to play with as a child. The three of them- herself, Lennox, and Caleb- were inseparable. But, Bonnie looked him over approvingly, he obviously wasn't a little boy anymore.

When he made it up to her, he instantly pulled her into a hug. She put her own arms around his neck as she stepped onto her tiptoes. Definitely not a little boy anymore, Bonnie thought as she felt his obvious muscles underneath her fingers.

"Caleb!" She squealed. "It's so good to see you! How are you?"

He grins as he pulls back, "I've been good. What about you, Miss Red Bonnet?"

Bonnie laughed at the childhood nickname. She used to hate it with a passion, just like 'Bon Bon', but now it was almost endearing.

"I've been pretty good. It's good to see you," she said with a smile.

"It's definitely good to see you. It's been too long," he says as his eyes trail her down, and then back up to meet her eyes.

Bonnie's face flushed as red as her hair. It's been awhile since anyone has openly flirted with her. She, along with everyone else back in Fell's Church, had a lot going on. But, she supposed, there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. Especially to get her mind off of things.

She grinned back flirtatiously, "It has. We should catch up sometime before I leave again."

He grins back and steps closer to her.

"Hello, I'm still here!" Lenny said as she waved her arms. "If I knew you two were going to make me into a third wheel as you flirted with each other, I wouldn't have come over in the first place."

Bonnie laughs as she steps closer to her friend and puts an arm around her. "You could never be a third wheel, Lenny. It was the three of us against the world, remember?"

Though that hardly had the same meaning to her after all that she went through. She now knew what it was like to be actually against something. What actual fear and pain was. But it still helped to bring a smile to her friends face as she placed her own arms around her.

How she wished she could have that innocence again. Not knowing what the world truly was. The real pain and horror that it really was. When the only problems she would have had at that age were what college she wanted to go to and struggles with the current boyfriend.

When her mom came over, she smiled at her old friends and said hello, before turning back to her and telling her it was time to go. So she smiled back at her old friends, promised to catch up with them again before she left, said goodbye, and then left with her family to her summer home.

Bamon Bamon Bamon

Bonnie hated the night.

She didn't always, obviously. With her obsession with darkness and romance and everything. But now it was just this silent nothingness. She just laid in bed, nothing to do. Or rather, nothing to distract her. Because all this silent nothingness left her was time to think.

And she didn't want to think. She wanted to forget. She didn't want to feel the pain that remembering left her. She hated it. And the night reminded her, too. Reminded her of Damon. His dark eyes. Him as a crow. Damon was in darkness. The epitome of it. And she hated that. Because that meant she could never escape it. Escape him. Memories of him.

She closed her eyes tightly. How is she ever going to learn to forget? Tears came to her eyes. And then she freezes, a chill going down her spine. Her heart beat fast. Fear fills her as she hears it.

A deafening, chilling scream.

When she comes back to herself, she lets herself breath again. Waiting. But she hears nothing. It was deathly silent. As she lays there, completely still, she realizes she recognizes that scream.

Mary, she thought in fear.

She, as quietly as she could, trying as hard as she might to not let the fear paralyze her, gets out of her bed. She slowly walks towards the door, freezing when the old, worn out floorboards creak from underneath her. Still hearing nothing, and hoping it was only her imagination the first time, she continues and opens her bedroom door.

Still seeing or hearing nothing more, she quietly walks out of her room and towards the stairs. As she walks down them, she notices something still at the bottom, but couldn't tell what it was in the darkness of the house. She steps down on another step and freezes. It was wet. She kneels down and crawls toward the figure on the ground. A white nightgown. She turns the figure towards her. Fear and horror are plain to see on her face as she quickly backs away and puts her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming.

Mary! Bonnie thought again in horror. She was practically covered in her own sister's blood. Tears flooded from her eyes. What was she supposed to do? Who did this? She paused. Or what did this?

"Hello, love," a velvet voice whispered from behind her. She heard an obvious British accent there, which only made more shivers run down her spine.

She screamed and quickly turned, only to be faced with dark blue eyes. And a smirk on the man's lips as he looked down on her. Then, faster than Bonnie was able to think, he had her pushed against the wall, with the light turned on.

Vampire, Bonnie thought as she looked up at him fearfully.

He smirked as he looked at her terrified face. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Isabella?"

Bonnie gulped. "Who...who are you? What do you want?"

The man frowned. "You haven't remembered yet, Sweetheart? I thought you would have by now. You must be a bit late this time. No matter."

Bonnie's eyes widened. What was he talking about? This man wasn't making any sense. She was practically shaking in fear. And as if by impulse, she tried calling out for help. Stupidly, only one name came to her mind.

'Damon...' Bonnie called out. And as expected, there was no answer.

She closed her eyes, waiting for her inevitable death. Fear claiming her, paralyzing her. She would never see her friends again. Her parents. Anyone important to her. But, then again, she's already lost so much...

"Oh, no, no, love," the man murmured, as she opened her eyes to look at him again.

Her heart raced. "I'm not going to kill you yet. If you don't remember, what's the point? And besides, you just seem to come back, anyways. I just wanted to warn you I was here. When I find a way to stop you from coming back, then I will kill you."

He smiled as he brushed her hair behind her ear. And then he whispered into it, "Until next time, Bonnie."

And just like that, he was gone. Bonnie gasped, as the tears started to fall. Trembling from her place against the wall. She put her hands onto her face and brushed the tears away. Then she turned slightly and froze again.

Then she screamed. Tears falling even harder as her hands tangled in her hair. Because in front of her, was her parents and her grandmother laying carelessly on the floor. Covered in their own blood. She backed away as she started shaking her head in disbelief.

"No, no, no..." She spoke despairingly behind her tears.

Her whole family was dead. That vampire killed them. And Bonnie had no idea who he was.

She's never felt such agony in her life.