"What the fuck is this?" I seethed. I was at the boardinghouse and I was met with my old "friends." Elena, Caroline, Stefan, Tyler, Matt, Jeremy and Damon. Damon. Damon. Damon. I made eye contact with him and I swear if I had my powers I would set him on fire.

All of my old friends just stared at me. No one made a sound. Externally, I was pissed. I shot daggers at all of them, even my beloved ex, Jeremy. His mouth was agape, but not a fucking peep came out.

I felt like ripping my hair out. God I was so mad. I bit my lip so hard that it started to bleed. The copper taste of the red liquid spotted on my bottom lip and I ran my tongue against it. I breathed out and turned around and left. Internally I was dying to curse every single one of them out, but I didn't. I simply turned around and left.

9 Hours Earlier

I stared at Damon as he finished his proposal. "You're going to be my number one priority now, and there's nothing you can do about it." He looked smug and I wanted to take my hand and literally wipe that look off his face. But I refrained. Instead I nodded my head in agreement. I didn't believe him of course, but I didn't feel like engaging in another argument either.

"Sure," I said. Damon finally backed away from me and I managed to get up to my full height. Without looking at him, I walked around him and made my way to the door.

"You mind leaving now?" I asked. "And you can take your false promises with you as you go." Damon walked towards me and smirked. "You don't believe me?" He questioned. "Well, it's kinda hard to believe anything you say." He nodded to my words but I knew he wasn't happy with what I said.

"Would you believe me if I gave you back a certain magic fueled bear?" My eyes immediately perked up.

"Cuddles," I whispered.

"Yup," Damon replied while adding emphasis to the 'p'. "Come over tonight, and I'll give her to you. I promise. Scout's honor," he said while putting a hand over his heart. I licked my lips and sighed.

"Okay fine. But can we not make this a big deal? I don't want a get together or anything with the others. I just want Cuddles."

"You got it," Damon agreed. "But if I'm good can we spend some time together? Maybe watch The Bodyguard?"

My heart raced in my chest from hearing his proposition. "I'll think about it. What time can I come over?"

"Any time around 7 ish. See you there, witchy." He clicked his tongue and let himself out of my room. Dare I might say it, but I was actually kind of happy. But that happiness had nothing to do with Damon. Fuck, who am I kidding? It had a little to do with Damon, but I was giddy about getting Cuddles back. More importantly, I was happy about getting my magic back. To get that warm feeling that flowed through my veins was like a high that I hadn't felt in so long. I yearned for it. God, I was so anxious now. To kill time I decided that I would pay my old house in Mystic Falls a visit. So I grabbed one of Caroline's coats and Elena's scarves and went home.

It was weird coming back home. I mean I went home back in 1994 but the atmosphere around it was different. In 1994 my Grams and father were still alive, there was that, but walking in my old home was odd. I didn't know what or why but something didn't feel right. I brushed off my uncertainty and continued my observation. My house still looked clean. I put my finger tips against the coffee table. It wasn't dusty at all; it was oddly sleek.

I walked upstairs to my bedroom and sighed. I took in my purple bed room walls, and my big plush bed. Everything looked the same. Without caution, I walked up to my old bed and laid my back against it. I was devoured with the softness of my bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I woke up unaware of my surroundings. It was dark outside and I was confused. I turned my head and was met with a picture of my dad and I and I remembered that I was at home. I lifted my body up and stifled out a yawn. How long have I been asleep? I caught sight of my table clock. It was 7:15. Had I really slept for more than 6 hours? "Damn," I muttered under my breath. I immediately remembered that I was supposed to meet Damon at this time so I hauled my ass up and went to the bathroom. In my reflection my hair was all frizzed up and there was dried drool on my lower lip. Ugh. I washed my face and vigorously combed my hair down. I applied dark purple lipstick on my lips, followed by mascara, winged liquid eyeliner, and regular eyeliner. My green orbs popped and I admired my features. Shit, why hadn't I wore purple lipstick sooner? I looked bad ass. Satisfied with my appearance, I took off.

It was kind of surreal walking in Mystic Falls at night. Especially the fact that it was full of people. I had to get used to it. Surprisingly the duration of the time it took from my house to the boardinghouse wasn't long at all. And I didn't mind, regardless I was used to the quietness. It was kinda eerie, but to no regard. I finally met the steps of the boardinghouse and contemplated on whether I should knock or not. I chose the latter, and held the steel doorknob in my hand, and turned. The chatter and laughter inside quickly distinguished as soon as my presence was known.

My heart beat so loudly that I swear I could hear it through my ears. I made eye contact with Damon and his face gave off no emotion. Why did I even listened to him? What the fuck Bonnie? I was fuming inside and my feet all of a sudden had a mind of their own and they unconsciously started to move out of the boardinghouse and made contact with the concrete sidewalk outside.

I was completely out of it. It was like I was there physically, but not mentally. Was I that mad or was I overreacting? No, I wasn't. I specifically asked Damon not to invite anyone and he did. Just the fact that he went against my wishes infuriates me. Why couldn't he just listen for once?

"Bonnie." His voice snapped me out of my trance and I consciously turned around and looked at him. I gave him a blank stare.

"So who's bright idea was this? To throw a 'welcome back from the dead' shindig? Huh, Damon?"

He licked his bottom lip. "Caroline," he admitted. "You know how she is. She got word of you coming over and the rest was history. She thought she was doing something right."

I bit my lip and ran a tongue against my swollen lip that I bit so hard under. I scoffed while trying to keep my cool. "Y'know, I don't give a shit if Caroline that she was doing something "right." Fuck that. Caroline fucking Forbes. She always thinks that partying and drinking can solve everything." I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head. "I'm leaving."

"You can leave, but don't forget Ms. Cuddles."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "Cuddles?" I questioned in a timid voice. I looked up at Damon and he pulled out my stuffed bear from behind his back. "A promise is a promise," he declared as he handed her over to me. I smiled happily and hugged her in my arms tightly and squealed. "I missed you so much, Cuddles!" I proclaimed. "And my magic," I said subconsciously. I could literally feel the magic pouring out of her. I said an incantation as I held her in my arms while the wind picked up around us. I felt my magic making contact with my body. I felt it up my veins, and God that feeling was enticing. It was like a high. Me and magic were in harmony and I felt whole again. The harsh winds ceased as I finished retrieving my magic.

I opened my eyes and everything felt heightened. I didn't know how, or why, but I felt like a vampire. My senses were imploding and so was my inner anger. I guess my emotions were heightened too, because as soon as I looked at the vampire across from me all I could think about was killing him. Not so much permanently, but a good aneurysm would do some justice. And besides my inner feelings of rage, something in my magic was encouraging me to do so. It felt like a devil was on my shoulder whispering "do it, do it."

I licked my lips and innocently looked up at Damon. I could sense the fire in my eyes and gave him a smirk. "Let's go back inside." He shrugged and merely agreed. "Sure." As the boardinghouse door opened I was met with silence once again. I smiled at my "friends." Cuddles was dangling in my hand as I took long strides in to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. The quietness was getting on my nerves.

"What's wrong with you guys? Can't talk anymore?" I questioned loudly. No one said a word.

"Well I have something to say." I walked to the middle of the room and with my magic I flicked a chair to my side and sat down. I crossed my legs and took a sip of my drink. I cleared my throat. "You guys," I started and looked everyone in the room. "Except for Matt of course, can all go and fuck yourselves." And with that I snapped every vampire's neck that was in the room. By merely thinking of the action, it happened. No hand gestures and no second thoughts about it. The floor was met with four bodies while I chuckled sinisterly. A chorus of gasps filled the room as I saw Jeremy run to Elena's limp body.

"Don't worry. They're not dead, dead. I just snapped their necks."

"What the hell, Bonnie?" Jeremy shouted.

It was weird hearing his voice. I knew that I still cared about him and I tried hard to ignore that pang in my heart when he spoke.

I uncrossed my legs and walked over to the limp bodies of my old friends. I took a long look at Damon's and sucked my teeth. I shook my head and walked towards the door. "Bye Matt! I missed you the most, actually." I blew a kiss at hi, and made my leave. I felt kinda sadistic about my actions but it felt good too. I've never snapped a vampire's neck before, let alone four at a time, so I felt ecstatic. My magic was agreeing with me and I felt a rush that I've never felt before.

A/N: Review; I don't own anything.