A/N: Warning: Vampire!Bonnie behaves badly in this chapter and she is not sorry. The humble author of this chapter is not sorry either. Bonnie will be a bit of a wild child for at least a few more chapters.

Bonnie stood in front of the bathroom mirror as she inspected her unblemished body. Damon's blood had erased any evidence of the trauma that caused her human death. She had taken a quick shower to get rid of the blood staining her skin. It was still surreal to remember dying in the middle of the street. It was a feeling that she would never forget. Frankly, it was a feeling that she really wanted to pass along to the person that ran her down like a stray animal. She really didn't care about the person's reasons or motivations. Bonnie had been shown her greatest desire and it was snatched away from her just as quickly. Someone should have to share her pain.

However, more than anything Bonnie wanted out of this house. She really wasn't interested in being cooped up with Damon for the duration of the storm. The two of them always got on each other's nerves. It was just the way their quasi friendship had developed. Unfortunately, Damon was being annoyingly responsible tonight. It was disconcerting and made him more annoying than normal. He seemed determined to prevent Bonnie from having any fun. The only thing that they agreed on right now was the fact that she couldn't stay at the boarding house. Bonnie was hungry but she realized that feeding on her friends was a bad idea. She wouldn't want to accidentally kill them. Bonnie wasn't interested in guilt, she only wanted to have a good time. There was a little voice nagging her to do the right thing but she could easily ignore it with the blood lust thrumming in her head.

Bonnie was glad that Damon managed to salvage her purse. She was able to apply her make-up. She didn't like what being dead did for her complexion. Bonnie wished that he had thought to get the suitcase from her car, too. It would be nice to wear her own clothes. Once Bonnie was satisfied with her appearance, she walked into Damon's bedroom. Of course, Caroline was dutifully waiting for her. This wasn't the time for her best friend to start listening to Damon's commands. Had the world suddenly turned upside down? She couldn't leave if Caroline was sitting there playing prison guard.

Caroline stood up as soon as Bonnie walked out of the bathroom. "How are you feeling, Bon?"

The girl walked over to the bed and studied the clothing options Caroline had provided. She quipped. "Still dead. Check back later for another update."

"I know how upsetting this must be for you, Bonnie. Trust me. I've been where you are right now. I was scared, angry, and really hungry. But it got better because my friends were there to take care of me. We're going to do the same thing for you."

"I didn't take care of you. I spelled a daylight ring for you and then left you with Stefan. Looking back, I was sort of a bitch. I was angry that you killed the guy that I liked. It was just another thing that you all had taken from me." Bonnie dropped the towel and pulled on a floral print jersey dress. She said, "Also, you really don't know how I feel. You wanted to live and I didn't."

Caroline was shocked that Bonnie had just dropped her towel without warning or a sense of modesty. She quickly averted her eyes to give her friend some privacy. "I know that being a vampire isn't what you want, but it is better than death, Bonnie. I promise. You can still live a normal life. We'll find a witch to make a daylight ring for you. I can teach you how to feed in moderation."

The girl sauntered over to the mirror and pulled at the dress' fabric. It was a little too big and not really her taste. She said, "No, you are misunderstanding me. I wanted to die because I would get to see my grams again. And I did get to see her for a moment."

"You mentioned that in the kitchen. Miss Sheila told you to stay with Damon?"

Bonnie pulled off the dress and tossed it over her head. She walked over to Damon's bed and studied the other options that Caroline had put forth. "Among other things."

"Why would she want you to stay with Damon? She wasn't exactly his biggest fan," Caroline pointed out. She wondered if Bonnie really saw Sheila or if it was some sort of post death hallucination.

Bonnie put on a black denim skirt and a red tank top with eyelet trim. Then she walked over to the mirror again. She angled her body in a few different directions before deciding that she liked the look.

She shrugged at her friend and said, "I don't know, Care. She said something about late night visits. It didn't make any sense to me but I was lingering between life and death at the time. Maybe something got lost in translation. Anyway, I wanted to stay there with grams but she made me leave. She didn't want me. She's just like everyone else."

Caroline's heart broke for her friend. "I'm sure that's not true, Bonnie. Miss Sheila would want you to live a good life. She loved you so much. When we were kids, I used to wish that I had that sort of relationship with my grandmother."

Bonnie was barely listening to Caroline. She was still studying her appearance in the mirror. She kept wondering what her body had looked like after the car plowed into her. Bonnie's eyes darkened as she remembered the face of the man driving the SUV. She knew that face well and had never been fond of the man. Now he had run her down in the middle of the street. The veins beneath Bonnie's turned black and began to ripple wildly.

She took a deep breath and forced away those dark thought for now. She turned around to face Caroline and asked, "What do you think?"

"You look great, Bon." The blond haired vampire was trying to hide her apprehension. However, she was worried about Bonnie. More importantly, she felt guilty about never noticing Bonnie's depression. It was the only conclusion she could come to after to listening to her friend talk about wanting to die. She wondered how long Bonnie had felt that way.

"Thanks!" The girl smiled. She walked into Damon's closet and looked for a jacket.

Caroline said, "I am worried about you, Bonnie. Would you talk to me, please? I just want to help you. Sometimes talking really helps."

"I know that you are trying to help me, Caroline. I really appreciate it. I am just a little spacey right now. Everything feels so different. Everything is brighter, louder, and more intense." Bonnie emerged from the closet wearing Damon's black collarless motorcycle jacket. She pulled Caroline into a hug.

"I get it. The enhanced senses of a vampire can be difficult to handle at first. It's like having sensory overload but you will slowly adjust to it," she promised.

Bonnie snapped Caroline's neck without warning and watched with disinterest as her body dropped onto the floor. She stared at her friend's body for a long moment before, scooping her up with ease. Then she put Caroline into Damon's bed. "I'm sorry, Care. I really need to get out of here. I hope you'll forgive me later."

Bonnie tucked Caroline into bed while humming Nina Simone's Sinnerman. Afterwards, she sat on the side of the bed and pulled on her black leather ankle boots. Leaving out the front door wasn't an option. Damon and Stefan would be on top of her as soon as she walked downstairs. She would just have to make her own exit.

She turned off the bedroom's lights and then opened the window. A chilled gust of wind blew into the window immediately. Bonnie looked at the ground and shrugged. It would be a significant drop but she probably could have survived the fall as a human, too. Bonnie jumped out of the window and landed clumsily. She slowly got to her feet and brushed the snow off her clothes. She gave the boarding house a look over her shoulder and then took off into the night.

Bonnie ran through the woods as she headed back toward town. Her first stop would be to Mr. Thompson's house. He was a math teacher at the high school. He was also the person that killed Bonnie. It seemed only fair that he would be her first meal. He was really the perfect candidate. Mr. Thompson lived alone. Bonnie didn't have to worry about turning on an innocent bystander if she confronted him at his house.

The baby vampire stopped abruptly when she heard a twig snap in the distance. Her head whipped around as she tried to locate the origin of the sound. She really didn't feel like dealing with Damon. He wasn't as easy to manipulate as she thought he would be. Bonnie guessed he was only a complete dupe for the Petrova doppelgangers.

Stefan sped up to Bonnie and slammed her into a tree. He drank in her appearance with a hungry stare. His gaze was particularly drawn to her braless breasts hidden beneath the thin tank top. "This doesn't look like Damon's bedroom. Someone is being a very naughty vampire."

Bonnie batted her eyelashes at Stefan and grabbed onto his shirt. "You saw how mean Damon was being to me. He's totally willing to let me starve. You don't want to let me starve…do you, Stefan?"

"No. We can't have you going hungry," Stefan replied with a smirk. "Where are you headed? I could go for a bite, too."

She toyed with the buttons on Stefan's shirt with an innocent smile. "Well, I was thinking that I might pay Mr. Thompson a visit since he's the person that killed me. Turnabout is fair play and all of that."

Stefan gave her a questioning look. He and Bonnie were both in the man's Algebra II/Trigonometry class. "Thompson? Are you sure about that?"

"It's not likely that I would forget the person that hit me with a freaking car." She paused for a beat and forced down her simmering rage. She added, "I tried to get out the way of his car, but he swerved to hit me anyway."

"Sounds like Klaus compelled him to kill you," Stefan pointed out. He wanted to see just how committed Bonnie was to this idea. He wasn't interested in her getting cold feet and ruining his night. However, he didn't need to worry about that.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at him. "Duh. But he would still make a good snack. Besides, he's always been a creep. I had to move to the back of the class because he likes staring at my legs whenever I wear skirts. Pervert."

He vaguely remembered Bonnie changing seats but hadn't known why she did.

"Are you coming with me? Or are you going to be a killjoy like Damon?"

He grinned at Bonnie and said, "Let's go but we'll take my car. You'll tire out running all the way there. You haven't fed enough to expend that sort of energy."

"Won't Damon hear your car leaving?" she asked with furrowed eyebrows.

He smirked and said, "He thinks I'm headed to my cabin to wait out the storm. He's just glad that I won't be here to be a bad influence on you. FYI, he decided to stay at the boarding house but he was going to lock you in his bedroom the whole time."

Bonnie pouted prettily. "Rude! I haven't done anything worthy of being a prisoner...yet."

Stefan chuckled, "Exactly. Damon has no idea how to treat a lady."

"And you do?" she asked with a sultry laugh.

Stefan enjoyed the tingle that went up his spine at the sound of her voice. He performed an elaborate bow. "Well, of course I do, Miss Bonnie. After all I was raised to be a genuine southern gentleman."

Bonnie smirked and quipped, "I hope you won't be a gentleman the entire time."

Stefan didn't bother replying because he had no intention of being a gentleman tonight. He swept Bonnie off her feet with a wink. The next moment they were racing through the forest at superhuman speed. Stefan only slowed down once they were inside the garage. He deposited Bonnie in his car and then slipped into the driver's seat. "I brought some blood bags. Those should keep you happy until we get to Thompson's house."

Bonnie screeched happily and kissed his cheek. She reached into the backset and retrieved a couple blood bags. "You are the best! I don't know why Grams said not to trust you. She was all stay with Damon and don't open Klaus' coffins because his mother is a bitch or whatever."

Stefan watched in amusement as Bonnie plowed through three bags in less than a minute. He drove away from the boarding house and pointed the car toward town. He had a vague remembrance of where Mr. Thompson lived. He knew the man lived on the same street as Caroline did. "What else did she say?"

Bonnie grabbed another bag and tried to remember everything Sheila said to her. However, the thirst for blood was seriously hampering her ability to recall. "She told me to find a doctor that can help us banish Klaus. We can't kill him because a vampire's life is tied to an original vampire's bloodline. If we kill an original every vampire in his bloodline dies with him."

The vampire grinned like a mad man. Klaus had made a mistake by trying to kill the witch. She was a Bennett and he had no doubt that she would retain her magic. A Bennett witchpire would be a pretty good weapon to use against the original hybrid. "Well, we can't let that happen. It would be just our luck that we're from Klaus' bloodline."

She nodded while guzzling down another bag.

Stefan turned to Bonnie while they were stopped at a traffic light. He ran his thumb over her chin to collect some of the wasted blood. "Well, aren't you a messy eater."

She watched as the vampire proceeded to lick the blood from his thumb. Bonnie said, "That was hot…"

He chuckled darkly as the light changed to green.

Bonnie looked longingly at the last remaining blood bag in the backseat. She pouted at Stefan. "Can't you drive any faster? It's not as if a car crash would make us any more dead than we already are."

Stefan rested a hand on her thigh and gently stroked the exposed skin. "I'm going to make sure you get everything you need, Bonnie. Trust me?"

She looked at his hand and then looked up at his face. "Not on your undead life, Ripper."

He grinned. "Smart girl...but you will."

Bonnie's legs instinctively fell open when Stefan's hand disappeared beneath her skirt. She whimpered softly. "What are you doing?"

"Distracting you with a different kind of hunger," he replied casually.

His fingers carefully explored Bonnie beneath her skirt. Stefan smiled when he realized that Bonnie wasn't wearing any panties. It was a fortuitous surprise. He was also pleased when she didn't push him away. However, he had known that she wouldn't. Witches in transition lost their inhibition and were mired in hedonism. They craved more of all the pleasures in life. Stefan always assumed it was because so many of them truly behaved as servants of nature. Being turned into something so unnatural freed them from that servitude.

Bonnie quickly learned that Stefan was right. Her blood lust cooled once her brain was focused on what his fingers were doing to her. There was a little voice in the back of her head that said she should put a stop to this. It was the same little voice that told her to obey Damon in the kitchen. Bonnie quickly shoved that stupid voice into the darkest corner of her mind.

Stefan pushed the girl's borrowed skirt up so that it pooled near her waist. He wanted a clear line of sight while be made her squirm against his fingers.

Several minutes passed while Bonnie was focused on the pleasure rippling through her. Her head whipped in Stefan's direction when he pulled his hand away from her. "Why did you stop?"

The vampire smirked and nodded his head to the car parked in front of them. It had a busted windshield. Stefan could actually see Bonnie's blood on the car. "We're at Mr. Thompson's house."

Bonnie said, "Oh."

He chuckled and leaned closer so that his lips were against her ear. "Do you want me to help you finish first, Bonnie?"

She shivered at the way he said her name. She shook her head. "Blood first."

Stefan grinned and then kissed her. "Atta girl. Let's go get your first kill."

Bonnie smoothed down her skirt and climbed out of Stefan's vintage Mustang.

He hopped out of the car and followed Bonnie up to the door. "I should knock…I mean you are supposed to be dead. We wouldn't want to spook your meal."

"Fine." When they made it to the front porch, she stood out of view of the door.

Stefan winked at Bonnie and then knocked on the door.

There was some shuffling inside the house and then the door opened. Ned looked at Stefan with shock and concern. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this, Mr. Salvatore. The roads are dangerous. Is something the matter?"

Stefan grinned and leaned forward to compel the man. "Well, you could say that there is a bit of an emergency. There's been a terrible accident."

Bonnie stepped into view and grinned at the older man.

Stefan said, "Invite me and Bonnie into your house, Mr. Thompson."

In a monotone voice, the man said, "Please, come in."

Bonnie sped into the house and slammed Ned into the wall. The impact was so powerful that she left a Ned shaped hole in the wall. Bonnie's eyes turned dark as the night sky as her fangs descended. She bit into the man's neck as he screamed in terror.

Stefan laughed as he closed the front door. The night was young and he planned to make the most of it.