A/N: Wow! Thanks for all the great reviews on the first chapter. The response was so great that I am posting the second chapter early. This is going to be a trippy ride so I hope everyone enjoys it. Also, the lore for witchpires will be massively different than TVD canon.

Damon frowned at all the cars parked in front of the boarding house. He had reluctantly agreed to everyone crashing with him and Stefan during the storm. However, that was before he had a bloodthirsty baby vampire on his hands. She was the dangerous sort with her big green doe eyes and feigned innocence. He had no doubt that she would be able to convince Elena and the quarterback to open a vein for her even without the benefit of compulsion. Unfortunately, Bonnie was too feral to attempt feeding from someone that she didn't want to kill. Once she had her first taste of warm human blood, she wouldn't able to stop herself from draining the human.

The older vampire had called his brother on the drive home. Damon had explained the situation and told him to make everyone with a pulse scarce until he had Bonnie under control. Humanity-less Stefan had found the entire situation amusing. His younger brother believed that this was some sort of karma for Damon being an asshole for the nearly 200 years. However, Stefan was most amused by the things Bonnie was yelling in the background. She insisted on calling him Stefan the Ripper and kept asking him to take her feeding because Damon was being mean. The raven haired vampire really wasn't cut out for the role of responsible adult. He was kind of regretting killing Lexi now. He could have dropped Bonnie and Stefan off on her doorstep on his way to Costa Rica.

Damon turned off the engine after parking in the garage. Then he climbed out of the car and walked around to passenger side. He opened the door and beckoned Bonnie out of the car impatiently since she was still just sitting there. "Let's go, judgy."

Bonnie looked up at him with mischievous green eyes. "Are you sure? You were so mean when you shoved me into the car and told me to stay put. You were all growly."

He lifted an eyebrow at the way Bonnie was pouting at him so prettily. Yeah she was going to be a problem until they got her hunger under control. Her cute little pout didn't have any effect on him but the humans would be putty in her murderous little hands. "Do you want blood or not?"

Bonnie blurred past Damon as soon as the question left his mouth.

Bonnie's incredible speed caught Damon off guard. He had seen many fledgling vampires in his long life but none moved as fast as she did. Damon sped to the front door to catch up with Bonnie but relaxed when he found that Stefan had intercepted her.

Stefan stood at the door with an amused look on his face. He was holding Bonnie around the waist to prevent her from going further into the house. "I think you lost something."

Damon huffed and pulled Bonnie away from Stefan. "Come on."

Bonnie pouted and said, "I don't want you. You're mean."

He said, "We can't have Stefan teaching you bad habits. He doesn't understand the concept of moderation."

"And you do?" she laughed.

Stefan laughed and closed the door. Then he followed Damon and Bonnie through the house. He liked seeing someone put his brother through wringer.

Damon wrangled Bonnie into the kitchen and pushed her into a chair. "Stay there."

"I am getting tired of you talking to me like a puppy, Damon," Bonnie complained.

Stefan chuckled at the exasperated look on his brother's face. However, he was more interested in Bonnie's behavior. A witch in transition could be fun. They had absolutely no inhibition and were prone to hedonism.

Caroline walked into the kitchen and rushed to Bonnie's side. "Oh my God, Bon! What happened? Stefan only told us that Damon turned you."

Bonnie looked at Stefan helplessly over Caroline's shoulder. She wasn't really in the mood for hugs and heartfelt condolences. She wanted blood—a lot of it. "I got hit by a car. I died. I saw my grams. She told me to stay with Damon."

"She what now?" the blond vampire asked.

Damon shooed Caroline out of the way. He cut open a bag and squeezed the blood into a glass. Then he slid it toward Bonnie and nodded.

Bonnie eyed the thick liquid and turned up her nose. "I want something warm."

Stefan barked out a laugh. "You heard the lady, Damon."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Well, you can't have anything warm because you'll kill the donor."

She pouted. "I wouldn't do that. I swear!"

Damon looked completely unconvinced.

She huffed and asked, "Can't you pop it into the microwave or something?"

Stefan raised an eyebrow at Bonnie's refusal. He would have gorged on any blood in front of him when he first turned.

Damon sing-songed, "Be a good girl and drink the blood, Bon-Bon."

Elena walked into the kitchen. "What's going on, Damon?"

Bonnie was out of her seat in seconds and had Elena pinned against the wall. Her nose brushed the girl's throbbing carotid artery. Bonnie could hear the soft whoosh of Elena's blood.

She screamed in shock at Bonnie's black eyes. "Bonnie?"

Damon grabbed the girl before she could sink her teeth into Elena's slender neck. He dragged Bonnie away from Elena and glared at his younger brother. "I thought I told you to keep the breathers away from Bonnie until I got some blood in her."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "I told Elena, Jeremy, and Matt to stay upstairs. But you know how Elena just loves throwing herself into danger...like a moth to a flame."

Caroline moved over to Elena to protect her shaken friend.

"What happened?"

Bonnie growled. "I died? I thought that part would be obvious."

Damon pulled the young vampire around the island and said, "Stefan bring the blood over here."

Stefan merely chuckled and picked up the glass. He walked over to them and said, "If Bonnie doesn't want blood from a bag, I'm sure that we could find some other way to accommodate her. It's never too early to teach her to eat and erase."

Bonnie struggled against Damon. "Stefan is making a lot of sense right now. Let's listen to Stefan."

Damon rolled his eyes. "We're not listening to a vampire that turns his victims into a meat puzzle once he's done with them. Sheila wouldn't want you killing people, Bonnie."

Her verdant eyes widened for a moment and she slowly calmed down. She huffed. "Fine! I'll drink the gross blood from a glass."

He pushed the glass into her hands.

Bonnie guzzled the blood down and then stared at the empty glass. "I need more blood."

Stefan grabbed another bag of blood from the refrigerator and tossed it to Bonnie.

She dropped the empty glass and sucked down the bag of blood in seconds. "More!"

Damon said, "No."

Bonnie twisted around in Damon's arms so that she was facing him. She looked up at him from underneath her long eyelashes. "I'm really hungry, Damon. It feels like I haven't eaten in days. Can't I have a little more blood, please."

Damon silently reiterated that Bonnie was very bad news. He wasn't exactly crumbling because of those beautiful green eyes or her saccharine sweet voice, but he was close. He looked over at Elena and saw that she was caving.

"Maybe she could have a little of my blood," Elena offered. She hated to see her friend suffering.

"Nope!" he declared loudly. "Bonnie and I can't stay here. She'll kill Elena, Jeremy, and the quarterback in no time because they are kind-hearted morons."

Bonnie's eyes widened and she shook her head. "I would never do that to my friends, Damon," she pledged solemnly.

Damon just stared at her.

She gripped his shirt and feigned a hopeful look. "Don't you believe me, Damon?"

He laughed darkly. "Not gonna happen, Bon-Bon. Those doe eyes don't have any effect on me."

She discreetly looked his crotch. "Are you sure about that, Damon?"

Stefan was the only one to see the move since he was behind the island with them. He chuckled. "Damn, I like her."

Bonnie whirled around and winked at Stefan. "Really? Because you could have your meat puzzles and I could have the blood. Doesn't that sound fun? There are going to be a lot of sitting ducks with this storm rolling through town. They'll be trapped in their homes like little warming drawers."

The caramel haired vampire tilted his head to the side. "They'll be in their houses where we can't enter without being invited."

Bonnie looked down at her ruined clothes and grinned. She said, "Please, let me in. I need help. I was in a car accident and my boyfriend is still stuck inside the car. I need to call the police."

Stefan's smile grew wider. Bonnie would be the perfect lure. Who wouldn't open the door for an innocent young girl?

Damon said, "Not a chance. I'll vervain both of you and lock you in the basement."

Bonnie pouted at Stefan as she pulled out of Damon's grasp. "I told you that he was being so mean to me, Stefan."

Stefan pulled Bonnie to him and lowered his voice as he said, "It's because he hasn't gotten laid in awhile."

Bonnie giggled as she leaned into Stefan. "Can vampires get blue balls? They're probably as blue as his eyes right now since he's been saving himself for Elena."

Elena screeched, "That's not true, Bonnie!"

Stefan grinned down at Bonnie. "Really? What else has been happening while I was away?"

"Sometimes Damon visits Elena at night and they lay in bed talking like the best of friends," she recounted with a smirk. Her hands settled against Stefan's muscled chest.

"Oh?" Stefan asked with a wry laugh.

Damon growled, "Enough. I meant what I said. Bonnie can't stay here."

"See! He's all growly again, Stefan."

Stefan replied, "I think you're right about the blue balls."

Caroline said, "I am coming with you. There is no way I am leaving you alone with Bonnie, Damon."

Stefan laughed and said, "I have a better idea. You stay here and I'll look after Bonnie. I've got a place close by that we can hole up in until after the storm passes. I promise to only provide blood bags…no tasty little humans."

The blond vampire huffed. "I don't trust you with Bonnie right now either."

Bonnie asked, "Why? I'm already dead. What's the worst that could happen? We'll just play cards or something, right?"

Stefan's eyes twinkled as an idea formed. "Are you any good at poker?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"Then we'll play poker," he said with a salacious grin.

Damon rubbed at his temples. "Take her upstairs to my room, Blondie. Don't take your eyes off her."

Caroline walked over and said, "Come on, Bon. Your clothes are ruined and soaking wet. I might have some stuff that can fit you."

"Keep her away from beating hearts," Damon ordered.

"I know!" Caroline steered Bonnie out of the kitchen.

Elena waited until they were out of the kitchen. "What happened? That is not Bonnie."

Damon said, "I don't know. I was in Ric's apartment when I heard a car crash. I went outside to make sure that no one hit the Camaro. That's when I saw Bonnie on the ground. The driver hit a parked car as he sped away from the scene. Bonnie was barely breathing when I got to her but she still had a pulse. I fed her my blood and she was out of it for a few minutes. When she came to, she was confused but very much a vampire. Then something snapped when she heard Ric's heartbeat. The rest is a complete mystery to me."

Stefan leaned against the counter and chuckled. "It's because she's a witch. They go a bit weird when they're turned."

Elena asked, "You know a witch that has been turned?"

He nodded. "I've come across a couple in my long life. We've just got to wait and see what happens to Bonnie. Some witches lose their ability to use magic and go crazy because of the loss. Other witches manage to keep their magic and become more powerful. The downside is that they usually come unglued. Sometimes the mania only lasts a few days as the witch's magic finds a way to acclimate to residing in a dead body."

Elena looked stricken by Stefan's matter of fact explanation. "Poor Bonnie. What can we do to help?"

Damon shook his head. "We have a more pressing issue than Bonnie's sanity. This has Klaus written all over it. The car hit Bonnie on purpose…this wasn't an accident. She's a judgy little witch but I am assuming that she isn't in the habit of making enemies that want her dead."

Stefan said, "A vampire or a hybrid wouldn't have used a car to mow Bonnie down. Klaus probably compelled a human to do the job. That means he isn't actually in Mystic Falls or he would have done it himself."

Damon groused, "I guess that is a silver lining."