This is a Bamon Story but there is also Stefonnie. I hope you all enjoy it and if you have any questions be free to ask.

Chapter 1 – Past and Future

Bonnie hated vampires. She hated all of them with every fiber of her being, after all, they are abominations born from hatred and pure evil, she had learned such things when she had been sent off to school - North Union School For Girls at the age of eleven. At first the young woman didn't view things for how they really were, back when she was dumb child playing make-believe. Her family had lived on the edge of the Northern Border which separated Vampire land from Witch land. She had grown up on her family's farm around vampire slaves, a male Giuseppe Salvatore, his wife Lilly and son Stefan. Giuseppe had been the one to teach her how to ride a horse, her own father much to busy with his political affairs. Lilly had baked her birthday cakes and kissed her bumps and scraps. Her own mother much to busy keeping their reputation that of a respectable Witch citizens. Stefan Salvatore had been her best friend, born barely four days apart, they grew up with one another. Bonnie was ignorant to why her mother would frown so deeply when she would hug on to Lilly's apron so tightly and refuse to come to her own mother. She couldn't understand why her mother had slapped her across the face for innocently declaring her wish to marry her child-hood best friend instead of the Governor of the Northern Witch's grandson. She had no idea why her mother insisted vampires were bad, why all vampires were bad and her enemies and foolish to trust. Her mother had sprouted ancient history about their people and her own Bonnie didn't care about nor understood.

She was told that before the Witch's Curse, vampires roamed the earth free, feeding on human blood, bringing death and chaos to the world. She had told her that even though the curse had made the vampires weaker and more human that they were still very dangerous and deep down the same monsters they had always been. All of that seemed ridiculous and over-dramatic to her. She had believed they couldn't be that bad and she believed they weren't anything like the old vampires and the ones on the other side of the barrier, and before the curse, who couldn't reproduce and who only drank blood. That had not been her experience with vampires.

Anyway, why would an eight year old find interest in the history of the Witches and of the Vampire? Years later she wished she had, although the likelihood of it creating a difference was impossible. Nothing she could have done.

But that was five years ago, five years ago when she had been an blissfully dumb sixteen year old. Five years after being sent to North Union School for prestigious young witches, which she was suppose to learn how to be a lady, a mother, and how to battle and kill in the ways of an Witches woman.

Something had shifted when she found her way home after. She had been excited, she had hated North Union. She had grown up on a farm, bare-foot and in the mud, best friends with a rough and tumble vampire boy who she would wrestle with in the grass. She was always more unkempt then clean. It was freedom. If her farm was freedom, North Union was a complete opposite, her prison. Wealthy girls from high statues and shallow concerns, she hadn't fit in well with the girly-girl agenda of most of her classmates. Like history, Bonnie couldn't have cared less about make-up and dresses. She had found enjoyment in the elimination classes, learning of deadly poisons and how to kill a vampire without him even realizing it was happening. She had liked learning about the ways women had been useful in the war against the vampires. How brave women would be captured on purpose by Vampire warriors, bringing high-leveled leaders down from the inside. They had also been taught in the ways of seduction, which was a class Bonnie found horribly embarrassing and uncomfortable. But Bonnie had liked how important females witches were in the war, and how some even said without them vampires would have won the war.

War. War between Witches and vampires had broken out a year and a half after she had left home to school. North Union was secluded on an island more towards South of the Witch's State than North. They were cut off from the outside world besides letters which arrived once a month, no other forms of technology were allowed in North Union. Bonnie hadn't minded her farm had very little technology besides her mother and father's Digitabs. So, the girls of North Union hadn't been told of the conflict although she was sure the teachers had been aware. Looking back on then, Bonnie should have noticed something was wrong, a lot of students had been sent for, rumor was their families were no longer able to pay for North Union's high tuition. So, when her named had been called one morning to come to the Chairman's office and bring her items, she was not very surprised by any of the smug smirks from the girls who found her odd, loud, and boyish and sympathy filled smiles from girl who didn't hate her. Stoic head teacher Gomez and Chairmen Park hadn't given away anything as they gave her suitcases back and money for a ticket for a seat on the Bullet train back home. They hadn't warned her at all.

She had gotten off the train and walked into a world of fear and oppression of a Vampire state colony, not North Union of the Witch Union. North Union city had always been home to many vampire slaves, but Bonnie's first clue that there was something wrong was just how many pale faces she had seen when she had gotten off the train. How many of them were cloaked in the red and black uniform of the vampire, guns on their hips and slung on their shoulders, though she was sure they didn't need them. The cursed vampires may have been weak but the ones for the other side of the barrier were as strong as they were suppose to be.

The train station that had once been a glistening, bustling port filled with colorful people, with shinny golden floors and pale green painted walls. Now the floors now dull and bullet holes littered the walls.

Looking back later on, Bonnie realized how tense the train ride had been, how empty most of the booth seats had been.

Outside of the North Union train station was no longer a high tech city filled with thousands of Witches, but a land scared by battle. Her home, was one of the first to fall, some claimed later it was because they were barely a few hundred miles from the Vampire border, others said it was because of North Union's foolish trust in their vampire slaves, others suggest there was a betrayer on the inside. Whatever it was, Bonnie cursed it with every fiber of her being.

There had obviously been great conflict there, Bonnie could see it from her place frozen outside the train station's door. Buildings, now rubble and dusty streets made her once home look like an old news clip from during the Witches and Vampire war from before the curse. The air smelled stagnate and like flames although she could see no fire. A cough had slipped by her lips, making her chest burn and her nose run, while also pulling the attention of a Vampire Officer man with red hair and icy blue eyes. He had frowned at her, looking up from a Digitab which had held his attention before her betraying cough.

He had de-sized and belted his Digitab before he had stalked over, his gloved right hand falling onto the black pistol on his hip.

Bonnie's whole body had stiffened, her mother's warnings about the vampires suddenly coming to the forefront of her mind like never before. His dark boots loudly crunched over loose building pieces decorating the ground as he walked over.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, not aggressively, but Bonnie had flinched anyway. Her confusion and wanting to figure out what was going on working against one another. Her powers hummed underneath her flesh but remained out of reach. Her pulse quickened with alarm.

The man's gaze fell onto the yellow and sliver suitcase being pulled along behind her. "Why are you here alone?" He asked with a little more annoyance bleeding into his voice.

It was still in the beginning of late winter and hours after noon. Sunlight was quickly vanishing from the clear sky as he waited for her reply, which for whatever reason was stuck inside her.

"She is with me," said a familiar voice from behind her. Bonnie was reluctant to look away from the vampire but she had recognized the voice and relief had flooded her almost violently. Before even being able to fully move her head around her mother was standing beside her, unfolding a cream colored paper and handing it to the man. "She is my daughter... I was sent... to pick her up." The vampire officer took the document and he quickly read it over.

"Abigail and Bonnie Bennett," the officer read aloud.

But Bonnie's focus was not on the officer but on her mother who... didn't actually look like her mother. Bonnie took in her mother, dark hazel eyes first flicking from her mother's long, wavy black hair which would have usually been high on top of her in in a neat bun; to the eye-liner lining her dark brown eyes and deep red lipstick adorning her full lips. Her mother had never been one to wear a lot of make-up, having natural, regal beauty and light brown skin which hid most flaws if any were there, her mother's skin which had always been something she had admired as oppose to her who always seemed to have a pimple someplace. Her mother had never needed make-up.

Her gaze traveled beyond her mother's face to her attire and felt blood drain from her face. Gone was her mother's elaborate fashions, beautiful gowns, blouses, and skirts. Now replaced by a deep red piece of cloth strapped around her upper body, covering only her breasts, leaving her mother's stomach and marriage tattoo - a bright golden ring circling her belly-button with both her name and Bonnie's father's name for anyone to see. No one was suppose to see that, that was why it was always hidden underneath clothing. She also wore a black skirt, coming to a stop at her mid-thigh.

This was not her mother. Her heart began to sputter and something inside of her sank like cement bricks in water.

"Bonnie!" Bonnie's gaze quickly found her mother's, "let's go."

Bonnie blinked, briefly glancing up at the male vampire again, he was watching. She quickly looked away, dark brows furrowed and nodded. Her mother put the cream-colored letter into her 'shirt' before turning and briskly walking away.

Bonnie quickly followed, picking her suitcase up when it became apparent that it was impossible to roll with all of the broken debris littering the ground.

Risking a glance behind her, Bonnie caught the Wan officer still watching, watching her mother, blue eyes dark. Startled by such a look she quickly placed her attention ahead of her again. The more they walked what Bonnie saw only grew worse. There were many vampire officers, few people of Witch's blood mulling about. If the girl did see a person of Witch blood, no matter how hard she tried making eye-contact they wouldn't. They were all dirty, unkempt... broken. She could not only see it but feel it.

The vampire officers were vigilant, their very presence were oppressive. Later she would very easily label them Succubus, evil soul kidnappers.

"What happened, mom?" She asked when she was unable to hold it in any longer. "Why are you dressed... like that?"

Her mother continued walking, face a perfect blankness that disturbed her. Bonnie stared at her mother, becoming frustrated with the fact that apparently she was in the dark about a very important issue. An issue which is obviously going to touch her. Why wasn't anyone telling her anything?

"Mother!" Bonnie snapped. Abby Bennett stumbled and Bonnie's mouth slammed shut as both Bennett witches halted. Bonnie stared at her mother, her once graceful mother who's actions and movements were always purposeful, always madding because of their grace; had stumbled. No, she had flinched and as a result stumbled.

Bonnie's gaze briefly settled on her mother's footwear, a dark pair of high heels. Bonnie felt the chill of the quickly approaching night wiggle underneath her skin and settle into her bones.

No, this was not her mother. No way.

"Patients, Bonnie," the older woman said, sounding so much like the mother Bonnie remembered. 'Patients is a virtue, Bonnie.' She would say when she would bounce around her as a child wanting to play with someone while Stefan was working in the fields and no one else was around.

Swallowing, the teen nodded although her mother hadn't even looked at her. Abby glanced around briefly, bringing Bonnie's attention to the vampire men watching, before walking again. Bonnie followed.

Its night and North Union city is a mile and a half behind when her mother finally speaks. Bonnie had not asked why she and her mother were walking and not taking one of the cars, figuring she wouldn't get an answer, especially not one she liked.

"I assume they didn't tell you anything at North Union Academy," Abby said quietly.

Bonnie glanced at her mother bringing her gaze from the narrow road in which they traveled. It was so dark she couldn't make out her mother nor the road. "No...Mom, why are there vampire soldiers in town? Why are you dressed like that? Why - "

Abby cursed under her breath but Bonnie heard her. Bonnie's lips pressed into one another and stared at her mother's outline. Her mother shivered. "A war, Bon, there's a war going on right now."

"So..."

"We are at the mercy of the vampires... because our border was so close to theirs."

Bonnie had assumed so, but her mouth dried anyway. "I thought the war...was over..."

Her mother let out a bark of dry laughter which left Bonnie feeling hopeless. "So did I..."

Bonnie looked ahead of her again, her stomach clenching with nerves. "So, what happens now? What about... dad?"

She couldn't even see her mother's face, but the long silence after her question didn't bode well. Bonnie nearly asked again, nerves bouncing in her shoulder when her mother finally spoke.

"Your father paid your tuition at North Union Academy for as long as he could... in hopes of keeping you safe further South which the Witches' government was able to reach before the vampire made it there. With no more money, you were unfortunately sent for." North Union had kicked her out.

"How... How long?"

"The first attack happened a year and a half after you left. Now..." A tired sigh left her mother as lights sprouted up ahead of them. "No more question, Bonnie."

The teen frowned, lips parting, intent on asking another question when a light was flashed in her face. Bonnie hand raised, blocking out the light, narrowing both eyes into a squint.

"Wha' in the hell are you doing out here?" An unfamiliar voice hissed in a low whisper. "Wha' have you been doing?"

"I went to pick up my daughter, Mr. Anderson gave his permission this morning... remember?" Abby said blandly. "I have th - "

"Who in the hel - Oh, its you Abby..." The light was removed from Bonnie's face and pointed at her mother. "Oh hell, I remember now."

Now Bonnie could make out the vampire woman with the light not in her face and a red light hanging over her head illuminated her profile. A tall vampire with braided, pale blonde hair stood on their porch as if it was hers. Her left arm, the one holding the flashlight, was a thin mechanical limb, which clicking and popping sang to the quiet night.

"I still can't believe he let you ass go with your smart ass mouth," Bonnie's gaze narrowed at how the vampire woman was speaking to her mother. "I wouldn't have let your ass go. I guess you gave him good pussy..."

Bonnie had frozen in shock and disbelief at the audacity of the vampire, which quickly was snuffed out by anger which she had never been able to control. A spicy fire cracker Giuseppe had deemed her. Her face twisted into a scowl and she took a step forward, intent on giving the abomination a piece of her mind. Her mother's hand, as if she had heard her daughter's mental outrage, as if she had felt it, grabbed her arm and pulled her back into her side. Her attention shot to her mother, setting her glare on her.

"No..." Her mother whispered barely above a whisper.

"Now let me take a look at this daughter of yours. Wha's so special about a little witch that Anderson would spend his own money on transportation?" The vampire woman is in front of her in seconds, light once again in her face, blinding her. Cold, thin fingers grabbed her face, which she quickly wrenched away from, glare hard and as cold as ice. "A pretty little witch this one is, I have to admit," the woman said a smug look on her face, "but her scowling like that won't get her any customers. I could always beat it off her face th - "

"You will not touch my daughter," Abby said right away, voice a breathlessly whisper but oddly strong. Light eyes belonging to the vampire quickly cut to the brown woman. Abby didn't fold underneath the vampire's glare but continued speaking, "I will speak with her, Madam Susanna." The woman spit out the name as if it was a bitter aftertaste. The light was lowered from Bonnie's face.

Madam Susanna's pale face completely darkened. "You will?" Her voice trembled with anger.

"Of course," Abby nodded, "I will." Bonnie fidgeted as both women had a stand off of sorts. She was still so confused. She wanted nothing more then to talk more with her mother."Shouldn't we be getting inside... for I can have that talk with my daughter?"

Madam Susanna's lips lifted before curling into a snarl. "Yes, of course. You have to work first however, Abby. Don't forget your responsibilities."

"Never." Abby agreed shortly, moving around Susanna, pulling her daughter with her, but instead of heading to the open doorway, darting left and moving around her home in a brisk walk. She noticed how much bigger her home was now, with added rooms built into the walls, making the bottom portion of the home long and wide and rectangular in shape. There are electronic lantern hanging sparsely along the walls all of red in light.

Her mother slid open a door in the back of the home wedged between a couple of bushes which hadn't been there when she had left and led her inside. They had landed in a long hall, plain, with glistening hardwood floors and doors. It was what Bonnie remembered as Giuseppe's family's home, the 'help' quarters. Her mother began dragging her down it, turn left into another hall, leading her down the hall, it was without a doubt bigger. Stopping at a door, she opened it to reveal a simple bedroom with a small bed, dresser, and a window.

Bonnie, with a frown, followed her mother inside. "That woman was absolutely dreadful," she couldn't hold it in anymore, "and why on earth did she curse every other word?" Bonnie had a few more words about Madam Susanna, but was sure her mother wouldn't appreciate her favorite word for people who she thought were ignorant and who she hated. She let her suitcase fall onto the bed as she looked around.

Abby's lips quirked in a barely noticeable twitch of a smile. "Well, yes, Madam Susanna likely only has a few words in her dictionary. But, Bonnie..." Her mother faced her fully, smile gone, "you cannot talk like that any longer."

Bonnie frowned. "Did you hear how she was speaking to you, mom?" The teen crossed her arms in a huff. "I don't want hear another lecture about being nice to others. She wasn't nice to us first!"

Her mother lips pressed into one another and her brows furrowed in concern. Her lips parted but was interrupted by a loud beep and a clock flashing the numbers 11:00 lit up all four of the walls. Bonnie's frown deepened.

"I have to go, Bonnie." Her mother's face had gone blank again. She turned and went to the wooden dresser, standing in front of the mirror which it was attached, picking up a silver cylinder. She took off its cap, revealing a deep red stick of lipstick, she began to apply it.

Bonnie watched, suddenly full of new questions she was suddenly aghast of asking. "Mom..."

"I will be back in a few hours, Bonnie." She quickly capped her lipstick. She turned. "I promise I'll explain everything, though... I'm sure you've figured out a few thing and have a few ideas already."

Bonnie had a lot of ideas none of them could be true. None of them could be true. The fact that her mother was... was going to... "Don't think so much, Bonnie." Her mother said softly, but wouldn't look at her. "I'll explain everything when I get back. Behave and I'm begging you," Bonnie looked at her mother quickly in shock, "don't you leave this room." Abby was looking at her now. "You hear me?"

Bonnie nodded numbly feeling hollow, "yes, I promise, mom."

The woman's shoulders relaxed noticeably in relief. Bonnie always kept her promises. With a quick display of uncharacteristic affection, her mother set a peck on the forehead with her brightly painted lips. Bonnie watched her mother leave.

Bonnie blinked when her mother shut the wooden door behind her. What were her ideas anyway? It was a question she had no intention of entertaining because it would mean she would have to think about what her mother was about to do, she had done nothing to stop her. But Bonnie had never been able to stop herself from thinking before, so now was no exception. Red lanterns had been her first clue, what they meant wasn't at all lost on Bonnie, she had seen the history docs on such thing. She had heard of such things on the Broadcasting Screens. Her farm... her family farm, the home Bonnie had been brought up in had been turned into a... whore house. This was a whore house, her mother was a whore.

A sob hit her in the chest and stole her air. Her legs buckle and shock fading away, replaced by all of the emotion it had been hiding. Her mother was a whore. Her regal, prideful, and beautiful mother had been made into a whore. How long until she was made into a whore?

The thought of running crossed her mind, of escaping a quickly darkening fate, but the heavy load of reality dropped onto her and her back strained, her shoulder jumped with nerves. North Union city was filled with vampire officers who were apparently checking Witches' papers, she had no place to run. Plus, how could she leave her mother? She couldn't.

There was another beep before the lights shut off and darkness wrapped around her. She quickly stood and backed into the bed, her legs bumping into he mattress.

She was stuck... here... Taking a seat beside her suitcase the girl frowned. What of her father? She had never been very close with her father, he had always been more gone then present. But Bonnie thought of her questioning earlier and how her mother reacted, her stomach ached with nerves.

She grabbed her slightly jerking shoulder and silently cursed, fingers digging into her shoulder blades. She hated her little 'quirk'.

"Stop..." She hissed in frustration, "stop it." Her shoulder refused her command.

Bonnie twisted her body around in irritation and kicked her suitcase onto the floor and laid fully on the bed. She flinched when it hit the floor with a loud plop. She held her breath, listening to any movements in the hall. Apparently home wasn't home anymore, but instead, a place to be afraid of.