Blueeyeddvil06, thank you for being you and my beta.
Here is a new story I have been working on for a long time. I hope you all enjoy it.
Bonnie looked at Elena as tears poured down both of their cheeks. They were in the middle of a living hell, things had never been worse, and that was saying something for them.
Bonnie's hand was still clutched to Enzo's. However, his grip was slack. The wooden stake still sticking out of his heart was a grisly reminder of why. The witch who had managed to surprise them and stake him was dead beside him. Elena reached over, pulled the stake out of his chest, and tossed it across the room. The sound of it clattering across the room echoed loudly in the room and caused Bonnie to choke back another sob. Elena knew she had to do that, though, and that neither of them could bear to look at him with the stake protruding from his heart a moment longer.
They both jumped when they heard the front door of the house slam open, startling them, and then Klaus announced himself. "Shit," Elena mouthed. They knew that meant Matt was dead if he could get in uninvited. Elena felt her heartbreak deepen and watched tears roll down Bonnie's cheeks. She then noticed she was crying too.
"Come out, come out wherever you are!" Klaus yelled. "I need your blood, Elena, and everyone is just dying to help you."
Elena looked at Bonnie in total blinding panic. She forced herself not to hyperventilate and then mouthed the words run please. It wasn't her friend he was coming for after all. She wanted someone to live. Yet, Bonnie shook her head.
Klaus then yelled out, "Damon's dead too. I thought you should know that. I brought you his heart. Wasn't that kind of me? I'm sure he'd want you to have it, Elena." She clapped her hand over her mouth and her terror increased. She was trembling now. The man she loved was dead, and all the barriers that he had put up to keep her safe from Klaus were destroyed.
Klaus loved tormenting Elena. She'd evaded him for so long, and he'd been so pissed over that. Now he wanted her to suffer. He knew where she was; he just liked drawing out the mental torture. The part that made him smile the most was the fact that everything he said was the truth. After he staked Damon, he pulled out his pierced heart. Then Matt had been fun and easy to kill. He was surprised the guy had lived as long as he had.
He held up the vial of the cure to vampirism and smiled at it. He was going to force it down Elena's throat and then keep her drugged and bleed her so he could make his hybrids.
He smiled in anticipation. A legion of hybrids that were sire bonded to him. It was going to be a very good life. He was excited.
Bonnie dropped Enzo's hand. Her tears dried, and she straightened her back. She'd made her decision. Sure, Klaus was an Original, but she was a Bennett witch. That meant something. She was also one of the most powerful from her line. And she was going to do something to fix this.
She knew all was lost if she didn't act quickly. So she pulled out a sheet of paper from her bag, wrote a symbol on it, and tucked it in Elena's pocket. On another sheet of paper she wrote. "Give that to Emily. She'll know to trust you." Elena looked at her with confusion in her eyes.
"I'm sending you back to the past. It's all I can think of," she wrote. She didn't want Klaus to hear their plan.
Elena grabbed the pen, and wrote, "Are you even strong enough to do that safely?"
She looked down at Enzo. "No. It will kill me, but everything's lost anyway," she said, daring to speak out loud.
At that statement, they heard Klaus laughing. "I have more witches with me. Any barriers you erect, even with your death, won't keep me out!"
Bonnie smiled at his misunderstanding. She then wrote, "Change the past—stop him." She began chanting, and cut her palms open.
"No, please," Elena begged.
"This won't matter if you fix everything. This timeline is done."
Bonnie then completed her chant, grew still, fell over with a thud, and died in front of Elena. As she was screaming out in sorrow, the wind picked up and everything went pitch black.