A/N: I don't claim to be a history buff, so if any of the details or timelines are off... just roll with it. lol

Disclaimer: There is some tough subject matter in this chapter. It's not too descriptive, but may be hard for some to read.

Chapter 8

Bonnie actually laughed. "We shall see." Was all she said before returning to the house leaving a flabbergasted Elena behind to fret. The Salvatore house was quiet, so Bonnie headed up the stairs to check on her sleeping hybrid. Just before reaching the door she was stopped by Damon, voice dripping with disdain.

"I know you don't think I'm going to allow you into that room tonight, or any other night for that matter?"

Bonnie's eyebrow truly had a mind of its own because it hiked up immediately. "Allow?" Bonnie challenged.

Damon unfolded his arms and stalked toward her, only stopping when their toes touched. He looked down bringing his nose a breath away from hers. "Yes allow!" He all but yelled thru gritted teeth.

Unfazed, Bonnie stroked his jaw with her knuckles. "Damiano." She whispered seductively into his ear. "You have chosen another path for us to walk in this lifetime. You have chosen to love another. I was made to share you, was I not?"

"Cara…" Before he could finish, a voice belonging to his annoying brother cut in.

"I'll see Bonnie to her room." Stefan volunteered. "Maybe you should go check on Elena."

Damon was at war with himself because although Stefan was right about Elena needing him, he wanted to stay right where he was and finish his discussion with Bonnie. Damon rolled his eyes, and screamed internally. "Fine!" He acquiesced, and headed down the stairs in search of his girlfriend who was beginning to work his last nerve with how needy she was being.


Stefan made good on his promise to see Bonnie safely to her door. There would be no pit stops to Klaus' room tonight. Stefan watched from the doorway as Bonnie stepped out of her shoes. Damn, she even did that seductively. Stefan swallowed hard. What the hell was wrong with him. Bonnie was Damon's! A fact Stefan was actually happy about. His brother had a shot at something real, a honest connection with someone who wasn't a doppelganger. He was also very happy about his own relationship with Caroline, so why did his pants just tighten in the groin area?

Bonnie noticed the youngest Salvatore lingering as she slid out of her pants. She sashayed closer to him causing Stefan's hands to twitch. He wanted to touch her.

"Something I can do for you Sig Salvatore?" She asked suggestively. Well at least Stefan thought it was suggestively. Bonnie was an enigma. He couldn't figure out if she knew what she was doing. Did she want the attention of every man in the room, was she trying to tempt him right now? Stefan wasn't sure. He was dangerously toeing a very tempting line. When he came out of his musings, Bonnie was standing closer to him. He could practically taste her essence on his tongue. And boy was it delicious. Stefan involuntarily licked his lips. She was too close. He had to take a step back.

"Goodnight Bonnie." Was all he said as he quickly slammed the door shut. He leaned on it while taking several unneeded gulps of air.

"Smooth." He heard from further down the hall.

"Shut up Enzo!" Stefan said. "What are you doing here?"

Enzo threw his hands up mockingly. "I just wanted to make sure our angel was tucked in tightly."

Stefan growled. "She is! You can see yourself out now."

Enzo's laugh echoed throughout the halls as he left the Salvatore mansion for the night. So Damon wasn't the only Salvatore harboring feelings for the witch? Enzo had to figure out a way to use this information to his advantage. He may never be lucky enough to actually lay with her, but he could make it harder for anyone else who tried.


Damon, slightly annoyed, made his way out to the garden in search of Elena. He found her under the gazebo gazing at the stars. She was a sight to behold. Damon smiled as he approached her.

"My bed is a lonely place without you." Damon joked.

Elena smiled, but then thought of the best friend they had in common.

"How's Bonnie?" Elena sassed. "She manage to get to sleep without you cuddling her?"

Damon frowned. Her jealousy was no longer cute. "She's your best friend Elena. She's been thru a lot lately."

"And I haven't?" Elena cut him off. "I was gone for three years Damon… three years."

Damon stroked her cheek. "I know." He tried to sooth her. "We've all been thru a lot."

"Maybe we need a break." Elena said. "Just you and me. We can spend the week out at the cabin."

Damon frowned again. There was no way he was leaving Bonnie to the leeches. He wouldn't dare tell Elena that though.

"Maybe." He said instead. "Let's get things settled here first."

"What things?" Elena asked, quickly standing to her feet. "Bonnie is a grown woman Damon. Not only is she a witch, she is also an angel. I'm pretty sure she can take care of herself for a week."

"You're right." Damon decided to placate her even though he had no intentions of going anywhere without Bonnie. "We can go this weekend." Damon would come up with some sort of plan by then… it was only Monday. "Can we go to bed now?" He asked hopefully.

Elena smiled brightly, happy that she was getting her way. Of course she was getting her way, why did she ever doubt him. She had Damon eating out of the palms of her hands, Stefan too for that matter. Even now that he was with Caroline, he still couldn't seem to tell her no. Elena slept soundly that night relishing in the fact that she still managed to wrap both Salvatores around her little finger. Bonnie would never be able to do that.

That night wasn't peaceful for everyone though. Two brothers lay awake thinking of a certain green eyed witch. The following morning Stefan and Damon emerged from their individual rooms early, both suspicious of the heavy breathing and moaning coming from Klaus' room. The fact that Bonnie's bedroom door was now standing ajar did not go unnoticed by either Salvatore. Damon's imagination got the best of him, and he stormed down the hall to where the offending sounds were coming from. He knew he had no claims to the witch... what she did with her body... or who she chose to lay with, but he couldn't help the raging jealousy that was running thru his veins right now. Yes he had Elena but to the monster inside of him, Bonnie was his. And he'd be damned if he was going to let her fuck Klaus, or anyone for that matter, in his house. If she thought he was going to stand by and allow that, she had another thing coming. Damon nearly tore the hinges off the door trying to get into the room.

Klaus was sat on the edge of the bed with a half naked Bonnie standing between his legs. She once again wore the tiniest shorts and tank top. Where was she getting these God Forsaken clothes? She had only been awake a few days, and as far as Damon knew Bonnie owned nothing like that pre-death. Klaus continued to moan as Bonnie continued to hold his head between her delicate fingers.

"What the hell is going on!" Damon demanded.

Bonnie raised that damn brow at him, but still told him what she was doing.

"I'm getting to know my hybrid a little better."

"How?" Stefan asked concerned.

"Channeling his memories." Bonnie answered.

"Is all the fucking moaning necessary?" Damon asked with an attitude.

Bonnie smirked seductively at the brothers. "It can be a bit painful." She licked her lips teasingly. "Apparently he's into that kind of thing." She teased.

Stefan turned his lip up in disgust before making his way out of the room.

Damon's left eye twitched. He didn't care if what he walked in on was completely innocent, he just wanted her hands off of Klaus.

"Is that what you sleep in?" Damon asked, changing the subject.

"Tu ed io sappiamo dormo nudo." ( You and I both know I sleep bare.)

Damon squinted his eyes. She was teasing him, taunting, flaunting what he couldn't have. He wanted her so bad right now, more than he's ever wanted anything in his life. But his girlfriend was sleeping less than two feet down the hall.

Just as those words left Bonnie's mouth, Klaus moaned involuntarily. Damon's irritability levels skyrocketed. "Go get dressed Bonnie!" Damon practically demanded.

Bonnie released Klaus, and turned her attention to Damon. "Calmati!" (calm down!) Her gentle hand caressed his face, instantly calming him. "I am yours Damiano, and you are mine. Your jealousy is not necessary."

"I am not jealous of the mutt." Damon began.

The pair turned toward the sound of Klaus scoffing. "Yeah right." He teased.

"Damon?" His vampire ears picked up the sound of his girlfriend waking in a bed he was no longer in. He threw his hands up in the air in a dramatic fashion, and let out a silent scream. "Damon?" Elena said again. Due to the early hour, she probably thought he was somewhere in the room still. Damon was at war with himself again. He needed to make sure Elena knew she was a priority, but he didn't want to leave a half naked Bonnie alone with Klaus.

"Tick tock Salvatore." Klaus continued to tease. "We wouldn't want the fare Elena wondering where you are."

Damon took one last look at Bonnie before hesitantly leaving the room.


Enzo no longer had to travel far for entertainment sources. All he had to do was sit in the Salvatore living room, and drama surrounded him. All he was missing was theatre butter popcorn. He watched on as Elena longed for Damon's undivided attention, but cozied up to Stefan because she thought he'd give his more freely. Caroline, not wanting to share Stefan's regard, decided to philander with the original instead because he seduced her in the past. Meanwhile, all male attention was directed at Bonnie. The angelic vixen could bewitch any man without even lifting a finger, a tiny temptress crushing all virility with her wedged boot heels. Enzo delighted in all the theatrics going on around him. Witnessing Damon's inner struggle was almost comical. The bleeding heart vampire who finally 'got the girl', but couldn't admit that he no longer wanted her, unknowingly growled every time anyone touched the witch. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when his brother approached the witch, and asked to speak to her privately. Jaws hit the floor as Stefan lead Bonnie to the private library off the living room, hand rested comfortably on the small of her back. It took everything in Damon to refrain from ripping his brother's arms off. He noticed Elena watching him, so he decided not to follow. He'd just perk his ears up instead.

"Bonnie, are we okay?" Stefan began.

"Cosa vuol dire giovane Salvatore?" (What do you mean young Salvatore?)

Stefan was having a hard time trying to ask Bonnie what he wanted to without offending her.

"Did umm… did you do something to me?"

Both brows lifted, and Bonnie took a step closer to him to speak softly.

"Vorresti me di fare qualcosa per voi giovane Salvatore?" (Would you like me to do something to you young Salvatore?)

Stefan took a huge step back before wiping the imaginary sweat from his palms onto his pants. "God yes!" He whispered under his breath.

Bonnie advanced toward him, and he retreated. Every step she took forward, he took two back. Bonnie was amused by his behavior. What did he think she was going to do? She could hear his thoughts, and he wanted to know why he felt more drawn to her now, and not just in a sexual way. She could also sense what the problem was. His soul recognized hers. They were somehow connected in a past life. Now that she was completely free from any tethers to any lifetime, his spirit was responding to her essence. Their connection must have been strong, at least from his perspective. She had to touch him, so she could search his memories. Even past lives would be stored away in some part of his brain.

Stefan had no idea why he was retreating the way he was. He felt like a little bitch running the way he was, but he did not trust himself with Bonnie. The more time he was in her presence, the need to touch her grew. If she put her hands on him right now, he would lose what little control he had. Something about Bonnie 2.0 was pulling him toward her. The longer he was around her, the stronger the pull was. The back of his knees connected with the chair decorating the corner, and he dropped down in it allowing Bonnie the opportunity to wiggle between his legs. She stood between his thighs, and placed her hands on both sides of his head.

"Non deve far male." (it does not have to hurt) She whispered into his ear just before the loud swoosh of her wings wrapping around him sounded thru the room.

It was uphoria. Stefan had never felt anything like it. I small moan escaped his lips as images flooded his brain at lightning speed, only slowing down when the silhouette of a young girl came into focus. The image of herself became clear in the young Salvatore's mind, and Bonnie was unsure if she wanted to proceed. She didn't know a lot about Stefan, but she could sense that he had a good heart. If she allowed him access to this particular memory, he would be introduced to a heartless and cruel version of himself. Unlike Bonnie, Stefan was still tethered to his current lifetime. Compassion, clemency, and condonation was now a part of who she was a Virtue. She would not hold one accountable for things that were done in a former existence. That was the whole point of reincarnation. He would one day reach divinity. With that in mind, she decided to proceed.


Stefan immediately recognized the silhouette of the young girl as Bonnie. As the haziness in his mind became clearer, it was her eyes that he recognized first. He frowned when he realized what was going on.

The young girl stood nude on a podium. The sign around her neck said she was one of the Gallic captures of Caesar. She wore the highest price tag because of how unique she was. The announcer was describing her as the 15 year old virginal daughter of a Gallic tradesman. He fathered her while doing business on the shores of Libya. Her exotic look and pedigree was unlike anything Rome had seen. She stood with her feet bound, one crossed over the other. Her hands bound behind her back, and angry tears streaming down her face as slave merchants fondled her.

He was there to purchase a caretaker for his two year old daughter. The moment he saw her he knew he had to have her. Her copper skin, jade eyes, waist length hair that was only a shade darker than her skin, and toned body called to him. She was stirring awake a side of him that he always fought so hard to suppress. There was an animal in him that longed to possess a woman's body in the most brutal way. Before he was married he was able to indulge some at his brother's brothel, but even then he held back. He was always too afraid of what would happen if one of the girls talked. He couldn't afford to ruin his reputation. At the time he was working toward a political future. Now married and appointed to a low senate seat, he had to keep up appearances. Still he had to have this exotic beauty. People would just assumes he wanted nothing but the best for his wife and child being as though the Gallic beauty held the highest price tag.

"Senator Axilla?" The announcer called to him. "I take it your wife wanted you to personally choose the caretaker for your sweet girl? Usually Senators just send their personal servants to choose knew slaves."

Stefan cringed as the thoughts of the crude version of himself ran rapid in his brain. The girl was in danger. Stefan didn't believe himself capable of such atrocities, in any lifetime.

"Yes." The senator replied. "What language does the young girl speak?" He asked trying to keep the conversation professional.

"She only speaks Gaulish, but if you purchase her you would be saving her from a lifetime of prostitution. Every other man in here is only interested in her for her virgin status. Whoever buys her will sell her to one of the brothels after he's had his way with her a few times." The announcer was trying to appeal to the sensitive nature the senator was known for. Having daughters her age, the announcer wanted the young girl to go to a good home. A beauty like her would only be used for vile purposes. He thought he was sparing the Gallic beauty. Little did he know, the senator was the most vile.

After spending a small fortune, he finally had her in his clutches. She was his, full, outright, and complete with an ownership decree.

"What is your name?" He tried, but she didn't understand a word he was saying. "I am Marius?" He tried again, but she only gave him a look of disdain. She was looking into his eyes like she was studying his very soul. He shivered at the way she watched him. It was almost like she knew what he had planned for her. She would have to be trained. A slave looking into the eyes of a freeman was forbidden.

After getting her home and introducing her to his wife and child, she seemed to relax a little.

"What is your name?" His wife asked.

"Donia." She answered without hesitation.

So the little liar did speak latin. Of course she spoke latin, her father was a tradesman after all. She probably spoke many languages. She raised her chin defiantly, and looked him in the eye again.

"It means dark skinned."

Marius laughed. "Well you will need a Roman name. I will not have you called Donia."

"Marius!" His wife scolded

"She belongs to me now, and she will do as I say."

His wife's mouth dropped open. She had never seen him like this. He was always so good to all the servants.

"From now on, she will go by Antonia."

Donia knew that name to mean invaluable. Why on earth would he want to call a slave that. Donia looked to his wife for some sort of clue as to what he was playing at, but she even looked affronted.

In her village, Donia studied botanics. She was well versed in the art of potions, and she was also a bit of an empath. She could read the emotions of almost anyone, and Marius was not a good man. He wore the facade of a kind and gentle man, but under the surface was someone far more demonic. Donia decided she would try to stay far away from him. Just as the thought crossed her mind, Marius announced that he would be training her in obedience himself. Her stomach dropped at the revelation, and her face wore the look of horror.

"Don't worry Donia. Marius is a fair Master. You'll do fine." The wife tried to sooth her.

Donia wasn't buying it. She knew he would not be fair to her.

The weeks went by, and Donia was settling in. She performed all task associated with caring for the child. She lived by all the rules taught to her, and stayed out of trouble. She knew that for a slave, she lived well. The senator's wife ran the home kindly, and the child was little trouble. The servants were also kind to her, even though she was shown favor by being allowed to sleep in her own quarters off of the child's room. She even had a bed while the other servants shared quarters, and were only afforded pallets to sleep on.

The night the harvest games concluded Donia found out why. She was left home alone with several other servants. Marius said she could take the night off because he was taking his wife and child to spend some time with his in-laws.

She was enjoying some alone time in the garden that evening when she was approached by a handsome stranger. He was beautiful, tall stature, dark hair, and blue eyes.

"You must be Antonia?" He said offering her his hand. "You are a vision." He complimented while kissing her hand.

A spark of warmth shot thru her core. "I'm Claudius, Marius is my brother."

For a moment Donia thought he was joking with her. This handsome stranger, and Marius had nothing in common. She was reading him as jovial and kind. He did not wear a false facade, and he was the first man she was genuinely attracted to. They sat on a tiny bench in the garden flirtatiously talking for nearly an hour until the angry voice of the senator called to her.

"Antonia!"

She jumped to her feet, and Claudius took notice of her change in demeanor.

"I apologize Senator. I did not know you would return this early. Donia didn't know what she was apologizing for, but sensing his anger toward her she knew she should try to placate him.

"I'm sure." He responded icily. "Wait for me in my study. I will address your provocative behavior after I see my brother out.

Donia's mouth fell open. Provocative behavior… What was he talking about?

"Yes Senator." She replied, keeping her gaze at her feet.

"What are you doing here Claudiu?" Marius asked.

"Thought I'd stop by to see my favorite niece."

"She's your only niece, and she's not here. Hilaria took her to visit with her parents."

"And you what… came to seek comfort from your young slave?" Claudius teased. He began laughing hysterically at the expression on his brother's face. He patted him on the back playfully. "Just don't hurt her too bad. She is too beautiful for that."

After seeing his brother out, Marius found Antonia waiting for him in his study. He could hardly contain his excitement.

She was standing near the far corner of the room, and when he entered she looked him directly in the eyes.

"Antonia what was your first lesson in obedience?"

She dropped her gaze to the floor before answering. "Never look a freeman in the eyes."

"Uh! And the second?"

"I belong to you." She responded as taught.

He raised his voice at her for the first time causing her to flinch away. "Then why did I come home to find you practically in my brother's lap?"

She opened her mouth to respond but before words came out, he slapped her across the face.

"Do you seek to embarrass me?"

"No sir Senator." She quickly responded while holding her stinging jaw.

He slapped her again causing her to stumble back. "Call me Master when you and I are alone."

Donia began trembling. "Yes Master." She choked out. She was terrified. He said that like he planned to be alone with her often.

"Disrobe!" He commanded.

She stood stone still, confused by the command. Other than the slave auction, she had never been bare in front of a man before. She was always taught that a lady only disrobes for her husband. The senator seemed to be happily married, and as far as she knew he never sought to lay with any of the other servants. Before she had any more time to ponder the command, he was clawing at her tunic and underbands. She cried, but didn't fight him as he made her lay across his writing table where he stole away her maidenhood. His way with her was unkind, and barbaric. Her screams of protest woke the other servants, and kept them awake as the sun rose. When he was finally done with her, he carried her to her quarters and ordered several of the kitchen slaves to tend to her.

This manner of abuse carried on for several years before his wife became aware of it, though she did little about it. Her only happiness came in the form of Marius' handsome brother. He was the only thing that brought a smile to her face. He made a habit of visiting her whenever the Senator was away. Soon the two became close friends, and in the tenth year Claudius witnessed the extent of his brother's cruelty to Antonia. The following day Claudius stole Antonia from his brother. The senator reacted by killing them both.

By the time Stefan came out of the memory, he was gasping for air. He didn't want to believe what he just witnessed.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Damon asked from the entry way.

"Bonnie… I'm so sorry Bonnie. Please forgive me. You have to forgive me." Stefan choked out with tears in his eyes.

Now more than ever Stefan knew that he would do everything in his power to help his brother and Bonnie any way he could.

A/N: Yep that just happened. How will Damon react if he ever finds out?

I didn't go in to too much detail about Stefan and Bonnie because the story is not about them. If enough people are interested, I may write that as a whole different story.

Coming up next: Cabin time. And how much longer will Elena and Damon be together? Will he and Bonnie be intimate? I really want to explore a sexually active angel.