(Ugh, my apologies for this extremely late chapter! I honestly didn't know where to go with this, I'm just trying to move the 'Mason dying' arc along and flesh out the characters! this isn't as long as I would've wanted but regardless, I've already started the next chapter and hopefully it's better than this one lol! once again, thank you for the reviews, they help me immensely! enjoy!)


There were 2 persistent knocks before Damon opened the door, grinning at the two occupants behind it, happy to know they eagerly came to save Elena (who was missing,) once again.

"Bonnie, Dog, it's so nice of you guys to show up at the perfect time! I'm sure you are well info-"

Irritated by his mouth already, Tyler wasted no time punching Damon right in the jaw.

Which caused all hell to immediately break loose.

"Lockwood what the fuck, get the hell off of me!" Damon surprisingly struggled as Tyler ignored him, unable to focus on anything as he felt nothing but a blind rage and the urge to kill.

The wolf inside of Tyler relished in beating the enemy and having the upper hand, and while Damon was distracted with flailing, he used this window to bite the vampire, taking a chunk of his pale skin with him. Damon threw the angry teenager off of him, while Tyler flew ungracefully into a wall for the second time that week.

Groaning, Tyler sat up, looking at the now bleeding vampire who suddenly had a weird look on his face.

"The fuck is up with you?" Tyler wasted no time trying to figure out Damon's next move, it was unsettling seeing him so quiet, sitting still.

Damon had simply given up. It wasn't everyday someone kicked his ass for what he (stubbornly) deserved, and it wasn't everyday they basically won the fight either. Damon knew that with the werewolf bite this was officially his last day on earth, and by this point, he just wished it involved more action, Elena and booze.

"Besides the fact that you bit me and I'm essentially dying, I feel…content."

It was silent as Bonnie and Tyler both looked at each other from across the room as if to say, 'Has he lost his damn mind?'

"Uh, we don't know any side effects to a werewolf bite but surely, you aren't supposed to be fucking content." Tyler felt himself getting riled up again, immediately jumping up and grabbing Damon by the collar. "Just what the fuck are you getting at, Salvatore?"

Even in his peaceful state, Damon chuckled, "I'm getting at nothing, Lockwood. The one time I tried entrusting vampire Barbie to handle one thing aka keep you in the dark about that damn bite, she fucked it up so now, I'm dying. Not so sexily might I add. Ain't karma hilarious?" Tyler strengthened his clutch on Damon's collar, flustered that the man beneath him could even joke at a time like this.

Still standing by the front door, Bonnie observed the entire scene. She was conflicted as to what she should do, feel. She was numb. She despised Damon Salvatore. More than words could even begin to say. But seeing him permanently dead and so hopeless? The thought made her feel weird. Bonnie is better than Damon, no doubt about it. So, why would she stoop to his pathetic level by fighting fire with fire?

But, why couldn't she?

"Ty, back up. He's already down." Bonnie put a soothing hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling just how tense and broken he was, his emotions intensifying through the bond with touch. It hurt that there was really nothing she could say to him, Mason's death was another wound that she had to close just a few days ago for her sanity, and foolishly enough, Bonnie honestly didn't expect to open it back up so soon.

So, she did the only thing that felt natural, she pulled Tyler into a hug they both knew he needed ages ago.

It was like a door had been unlocked in that moment. The pent up anger, sadness, and self-hatred that clung onto Tyler like a blanket for all these years was unceremoniously let out as sobs wracked Tyler's entire body. Bonnie could barely contain her own as she ran her hand through soft chestnut locks, holding Tyler up to her waist.

"Mason's gone, my dad's gone, and yet...here I am, still here. I don't get it. Why? I'm a pain in the ass, I'm sleazy, I'm a terrible son and friend," Tyler's voice lowered to a whisper as he finished, "I'm...I'm nothing."

It was silent for a moment, Tyler too embarrassed and distraught to say anything else, Bonnie trying to grasp what the usually bright and fun-loving boy just confessed, and Damon, well, is too busy dying.

The witch tried gathering her thoughts before addressing Tyler, "Hey, look at me." She commanded softly, cradling his tear-stained face in her hands before continuing, "Tyler, You are one of the strongest boys I have ever known. Your dad used to get mad at you and your mom for the littlest things, causing you to get hit in the crossfire almost every time, and yet, you'd still come into school the next day, being the loudest, most happiest person you could be. It may not be much, but that's strength to me, even if the laughter and the happiness were fake, you should know you deserve for it to be real. Your happiness deserves to be genuine. You're too smart to think otherwise, Lockwood." Nervously, Bonnie pecked his lips, only deepening it slightly when Tyler's arms tightened around her waist. There was so much more that the girl wanted to say, but with Damon in the room and it being the wrong time, she held back, hoping somehow, the kiss said enough.


Their romancing didn't last long when the youngest Salvatore bust through the front door, jaw clenched, as usual.

He fired off questions immediately, "Why is there fresh blood on the floor? What happened to Damon? What even is happening here?" Stefan quizzed as he walked over to his brother still struggling on the floor, pulling him up and not so gently throwing the wounded man on the couch.

"Lockwood b-bit me, so I hate to say it but my time on this earth is coming to an end, brother. As my last dying wish, mind finding Elena for me? I think I'd rather her be the last face I ever see than you, no offense." Damon tried using humor to diffuse Stefan's inevitable freak-out but realized that wasn't gonna happen as Stefan had tears in his eyes but that was like a flash, as he quickly sobered up and put his signature broody face on.

"Damon, you really stress me the fuck out," He let out a disappointed sigh, turning to face the werewitch duo still hugged up but Tyler now standing, "Did you bite him because of Mason?" A nod. "I apologize on my hard-headed brother's behalf. He should've never done that." Stefan let his head fall somberly as he finished.

"He shouldn't have but he still did. Full offense Stefan, but you, Damon and your wack ass apology could go to hell. I'm out this dumb ass house." Tyler grabbed Bonnie's hand, trying to leave the Salvatore house hurriedly and never come back, only stopping when Bonnie pulled both their hands back, halting their movements.

She walked up to Damon, who was laying sloppily on the couch, and towered over him, "One last thing, where did you put Mason's body?" The young witch couldn't help but shiver as she said those words. "I buried him somewhere in the backyard. Use your witchy-woo to find him, I'm tired and I need my beauty sleep." Sighing, Bonnie rolled her eyes at the information, he really valued no one and it's terrifying to think that's just how he is, even with his humanity on. Bonnie brushed off her black jeans before walking away, hopefully for the last time, of hers & the eldest Salvatore's life. Officially done with the entire vampire species. Caroline excluded.

As soon as the door shut, the more pale than usual vampire looked at his brother confusedly, "Wait, why are you letting her leave? She was supposed to try and find out where Elena is."

Stefan shook his head in disbelief, already starting to lose it with his incompetent brother, "What the fuck are you not seeing?! She's trying to get over her boyfriend Damon, whom you, not even 3 days ago, decided to stick a hot poker in his heart. Sorry if she's not in the rescuing mood, regardless if it's Elena. We'll find her some other way to help her and you, a way that doesn't involve Bonnie worrying or exerting herself." He then brought his voice to a whisper, "It's the least we can do."


After using magic, and throwing up most of her breakfast, Bonnie and Tyler were off with Mason's body magically cloaked and covered in the back of Tyler's car.

Silence engulfed them, only sound being the radio and Tyler's heavy breathing. Bonnie knew they both needed comforting but seeing as their friend group is trash, and the only person they both truly leaned on was dead, they were at a loss. Until Bonnie perked up, remembering her cousin was still in Mystic Falls figuring stuff out before she moved here, and since she has her number, it wouldn't exactly be a crime to call her for emotional support.

"Do you...mind if I call my cousin Lucy? Maybe she could help with the body. I don't think any of us are up for that right now." The girl placed a soft hand on Tyler's, and not having the voice to respond, he simply squeezed her hand and nodded, continuing driving with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him.

Bonnie sighed as she pulled her phone out of her bag, smiling softly when she got to Lucy's contact, affectionately put in by the older witch as 'Auntie Lulu'.

Quickly, she pressed call, hoping she wasn't busy.

The phone rung twice before Lucy picked up, "Hey lil' cuz what's up? You ain't calling to see if I left right? Because if so, I'm wounded."

"No, but let me add that to my reminders." Both women chuckled before Bonnie sobered up, "For real though, I kinda need help with something and I don't think telling you over the phone would be ideal. Meet me at my house?"

"Yeah sure, you still down the block from Sheila's spot right?"

"Yup, house number 12."

There was shuffling before Lucy responded, "Okay, see you in 10."

"See ya."

Ending the call with a click, Bonnie leaned back and closed her eyes, taking in the silence of the car, forcing herself to hold in all of the tears threatening to spill.


"Wait, so you telling me Mason fucking Lockwood is your baby daddy? A 30 year old, Bonnie, really? I thought Tyler was your damn baby daddy, what the hell?"

"That's all you gathered after what I just told you?!"

Sitting in the young girl's living room, Bonnie explained to her cousin about her current predicament, as Tyler took a shower upstairs, too dazed and worn out to even function.

"Fine, I'm sorry, but lil 'cuz, I went to high school with him. Supernatural or not, that's disgusting AND illegal. If he weren't dead I'd kill him myself." She leaned back in her chair, suddenly reminiscing, "Jesus Christ, he used to see you crawl around here, going on about how his nephew was the same age as you. Girl, if Aunt Sheila were here she would've had a heart attack seeing you with that man."

Bonnie sighed, slightly embarrassed that something like that truthfully never crossed her mind in her small act of rebellion, but, there was nothing she could do as the man was dead, and seeing as she was carrying his child there was bigger fish to fry.

"I know, but after that night, I just felt like I couldn't get enough of him and Tyler. No matter what, I was drawn to them."

Lucy pointed, "Yeah, that's 'cause of that baby girl in you and the work of meddling ancestors. You have no idea how werewitch bonds and conceptions work, do you?" Noticing the water stopped running, Lucy halted her explanation, waiting for Tyler so she didn't have to repeat anything.

5 minutes later, a fresh faced, still sullen looking Tyler jogged downstairs, wearing the extra shirt and basketball shorts he got from his trunk. Despite feeling like complete shit, Bonnie couldn't help but notice how hot Tyler looked, his chiseled angry face making her stomach do flip-flops unabashedly.

Plopping down next to her, Tyler easily threw his arm around Bonnie's shoulders, nonchalantly giving the older woman in front of them his undivided attention.

"Continuing on, while werewolf-witch mates aren't nonexistent, they aren't normal either, the bond pretty much only existed to 3 known couples, all of which included the witch/warlock counterpart belonging to the Gemini coven."

Bonnie blinked, "The Gemini?"

"Sorry I forgot, newbie witch. The Gemini coven is a fucked up coven Sheila and my mama used to have ties with back in the day, they're almost as powerful as us. Keyword, almost. I hated them and their 50 million kids, except for Josette, who last I checked was a doctor. Which reminds me, you could probably go to her for your pregnancy if you would like." Bonnie nodded as Lucy continued, "Anyway, even though it's essentially a Gemini thing, I'm not surprised Bennett's high-jacked it. While you didn't mean to make a connection with Mason, which is now severed because of his death, yours and Tyler's connection was supposed to happen. Hell, I even had a vision about Tyler, you, and the baby. The spirits are excited. They're excited about the both of you." She pointed between the duo.

"Wait, so if we're basically 'destined', that means they knew all of this was gonna happen?" Tyler spoke up.

Lucy scoffed, "They knew? Chile, they practically made it happen. You telling me y'all didn't feel that connection y'all entire lives? Bonds and being mates don't appear out of thin air. Think of it as supernatural soulmates. You ain't have to bite Bonnie so soon, but let's just say you kick-started things by doing it."

Adding some humor, Tyler sheepishly scratched the back of his head, "Sorry."

"No need to apologize, especially since being a mate is the best thing you guys could be. Y'all will always be protective and possessive of each other, always in sync, in touch with each other's emotions, and perhaps even pick up some of each other's supernatural traits, til' death do y'all part." She finished.

"Also Bonnie, in case you don't want another child in the next two years, I suggest going on birth control 'cause the both of y'all near the full moon? Not pretty."

The girl gasped and covered her face, embarrassed by Tyler's laughter and nudging and Lucy's unfiltered mouth. Falling back into silence, Tyler and Bonnie looked at each other as the information began to settle. Despite the unsaid words, both of them knew they truly didn't have a problem with their situation, merely glad they ended up with each other, and no one else.

A beat passed before Tyler spoke again, "Okay, now that that dilemma is settled, what are we gonna do about my uncle? We can't just carry a dead body everywhere." Pause. "I would give him a proper funeral but I'd rather not explain to my mother or the police that he was stabbed in the heart for no fucking reason."

"Burning the body and doing something with the ashes is always an option." Lucy shrugged.

Ignoring Bonnie's exasperated look, the older woman continued on, "I know the perfect place to do everything at too," She stood up and walked towards the door, "Thank God this shit-ass town has land for miles or we would be really fucked."

Getting up as well, the duo followed after Lucy, curious as to what she had in mind.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't worry about it."


"Incendia." Lucy muttered, backing up as Mason's already decaying body lit up in flames, quickly leaving nothing in its wake.

In the far from civilization forest, all that was heard was the crackling of fire and Bonnie's sobs, Tyler choosing to be silent in his tears as he buried his head in the girl's hair for comfort. Watching as his uncle turned into ashes, unrecognizable.

Choosing to be sentimental, Lucy took them to Mason's favorite hang out spot in Mystic Falls, remembering coming here often when they were seniors, both belonging to different friend groups but never passing up the chance to have genuine fun together, Lucy felt a lone tear shed, for not only a fallen friend, but for both Tyler and Bonnie. Both children failed by the world already. Making a small promise to herself, Lucy swore if she could help it, Tyler and Bonnie won't have to hurt anymore.

Even if she has to die trying, she is a Bennett, afterall.


"Hold on, I gotta take this, this number won't stop calling me." Simply nodding, Lucy and Bonnie dragged their feet to the car, giving Tyler privacy.

"Hello? Is this Tyler Lockwood? Mason's nephew?" A female voice questioned.

"Yeah, who's this?"

"I'm Jules, a friend of Mason's from Florida, I wanted to call you before I made it to Mystic Falls, so I don't just show up too randomly, but basically, he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts in a few days, that's not like him so safe to say I'm worried, do you have any idea where he could be?"

The young wolf felt a chill go down his back, sighing before addressing Jules, "Yeah I do. I think you'd wanna hear this face to face, though."

Easily sensing it, Tyler already knew the mystery woman on the phone wasn't going to take what he had to tell her lightly.


(P.S. for those hoping that Damon is dead, unfortunately he is not because I selfishly love writing him but! he'll get better in this story lol!)