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"Boooonnniiieeee…" all the men of Mystic Falls cried out in chorus, a desperate attempt to lure the poor girl out from where she was hiding. The Bonnie mob were not really zombies, no, but in the manner Damon and Caroline crouched behind a car hiding would make it seem otherwise. Given that they were two persons with superhuman abilities, they looked quite pathetic. It seems that the spell's effect was twice as infectious on normal people, or they were all secretly waiting for this moment to happen and they just let it all out.

Caroline crunched her nose as she watched a random classmate literally crying for Bonnie. Manly tears, eew. And was that her lesbian friend out there as well? Good god; no one was spared. Being in the proximity of so many people usually made her fangs hurt and the blood lust grow rampant, but these men (and Jill) just made her sick to the stomach. It made her want to throw up on the sidewalk. Bonnie was lucky that her mom was sick at home, or else, Bonnie (and everyone else) would have lots of explaining to do. She knew that her mom's staff were going to be in danger of losing their jobs because they were joining in on the fun as well. Geez, this felt like that episode in True Blood where the whole town lost all sanity to an orgy. "I think your spell is giving them bad blood. I feel puking by just looking at them." She glances at Damon and sees the tightest frown on his face. The man was slowly losing his mind, she knew it. "Salvatore...?"

"Do you think Bonnie will hate me if I get rid of these puny shitheads for her?" Damon inquired, as if seriously calculating his plans.

On a regular day, Caroline would have called him a sicko just for kicks, but now, all she could see was a halo on Damon's head. And a bright red heart with Bonnie's face on each eye. "Oh, Damon, you're such a romantic!" Now this was the kind of sweetness that didn't make her feel uncomfortable! The geezer was finally over Katherine/Elena –the heavens should rejoice! It was really a mystery to Caroline that even if she disliked Damon, she still didn't want him to end up miserable... I am Mother Teresa of the 21st century, she thought with a sigh. Or damn, Damon's face is always working for his benefit. It pays to be that good-looking. However, real Damon will always strive hard to prove her wrong, because he gives her this insulting one-over and raises a brow.

"Been there, tapped that. Not interested."

"OK, moment ruined," Caroline answered with a roll of eyes. But somehow, she had the feeling that he was saying that just to spite her. And she knew too much for her own good. Haha, sucker. "But yes, you'd be giving her bad rep. Killing more than half of the town's male population in Bonnie's name will definitely be a lasting memory... to these poor, hopeless women." Though she responded truthfully, she knew that Damon wasn't really asking for her opinion. He was simply talking to himself, trying to make sense of things, planning whatever shit he could pull out of his ass and drain anyone who would dare put their filthy hands on Bonnie. Caroline knew it was a great idea that she didn't get Tyler out the grave; it was for his own benefit. Now Matt was a different story, because she couldn't spot him in the crowd. Basically, her role now was to make sure that Damon didn't kill the innocent in the name of love. Feeling a bit guilty for staring at Damon too much, she reverts her attention back to the intimidating horde of wannabes. "OMG. Is this town going to be renamed Bonnie's Mystic Falls or something? Mystic Bonnie? Bonnie Falls? Mystic Bonnie Falls?"

"FYI, you're currently disproving the 'I'm not stupid' idea you just miraculously convinced me of," Damon hissed, though his tone was not particularly leaning towards hate. He hesitantly takes his eyes off the most frustrating situation group of men in the world and rests his back against the car. "There's usually a few tricks to break a spell."

Caroline grins from ear to ear. "True love's first kiss?"

"What are you, four?" Damon barks at her, but honestly, if he was an ordinary human, he would have blushed like crazy. Caroline wasn't stupid for making such a fairytale suggestion, because if Bonnie was anywhere near him right now, he would have done exactly that and more (so much more). It was as irritating to not have her anywhere in sight as it was to have to resort to other means. "The best remedy is to wait until the spell wears off–"

"Gosh you're stupid," Caroline interrupted. "Giving Bonnie a love spell with a deadline."

"At least it would have given her the idea," he responds automatically, obviously it was something that had always been on the top of his head. "And as I was saying. More or less, the spell will be over by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Caroline shrieked in a whisper, completely forgetting about anything related to Bamon. What about Tyler's sad mud cake party back at the cemetery? What about all these frantic women who are so desperate to have their lovers back in their arms… Me included, she mentally sniffed. She missed Matt already. And what about Bonnie! What if...

"Or we can try something else."

The confidence in his voice was enough to give Caroline hope. She nods excitedly. "Whatever this is, it sounds really cool!"

Damon nods too, even if he hasn't told her yet. Strange enough, he likes the idea that he has her support in all of this. Caroline is, if anything, unintentionally feeding his ego (one of the reasons why he's keeping her around). "Stay here. The moment I jump out, you try to find Bonnie ASAP." Well, he really needs all the help he can get.

Before Caroline could argue about why she would have to play the knight in shining armor (wasn't her style) when she finds Bonnie, the blue-eyed, century-and-a-half-old vampire jumps from behind the car, running out to the street and starts screaming like mad. "No way..."

"HEY MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM DAMON SALVATORE AND I AM IN LOVE WITH BONNIE BENNETT!"

If Damon was that desperate, maybe she should just go along with his plans. Caroline gives Damon two thumbs up from where she was hiding. "Great idea with the distraction thing, Damon!"

For a few seconds there is complete silence until every single of the male zombies have turned their gaze on him.

"A proclamation of truth is one way to break the spell." Damon audibly gulps and he looks nervously at Caroline. He felt the coldest tingle on the bottom of his undead ass. "It wasn't a distraction thing..." The whole town looks at him like he's the crazy guy.

"GET HIM!" Matt's voice echoed from the distance, and just like that, the group of Bonnie zombies charged towards Damon like he was the finish line.

"Now it is!" Unknown to Damon, he did not really have to say anything too drastic or desperate to get their attention. Him being the caster of the spell, the one truly in too deep with the witch, he truly was the ultimate competition. The Wanted. If he had a bounty on his head, he was priceless. And once again, though they weren't those Hollywood zombies, anyone watching the scene would have believed that zombies did exist.

"This is the worst day of my life!" Damon yelled, running in the opposite direction. He couldn't just use his vampire speed... the female villagers were watching.


Somewhere in town, Bonnie was locked up in a female stall crying her heart out. She didn't dare to make too much girly squeaks because with what she just experienced, she might as well have asked all the men to have her for dinner. Elena and Caroline have always bugged her about going the extra mile when it came to boys, but she simply didn't consider. It wasn't about being conservative or anything, but she didn't really think she needed a man. Besides, she wanted the guy to go the extra mile for her. Because she knew she would give everything to the man she loves.

And because this happened to her, Bonnie would never tell a soul that some time ago, she did have a fantasy about having men pursue her. They would see her instead of Elena and Caroline, see her for the woman she is, see her for who she really was. But now, that fantasy has turned into a nightmare. A bad case of premonition. Who would have thought something like this would be such a dreaded experience? What a story to tell to her children. That is, if she would ever live to tell the tale.

Worse, Bonnie could feel something inside her losing it. A part of her, perhaps that mortal one, was starting to like the attention. She wanted to give in. A vision had played itself out in her head: herself sitting high up on a pedestal, almost like a throne, and all these men were bowed down at her feet. They would hold an arena in her honor, a fight to death for her love. Other than those frightening images in her brain, her body was on edge as well, having had too much contact with her so-called male 'friends'.

Why the hell did she have to drive through town anyway? Why did she think that taking the easier route out of town would benefit her! Shortcuts were always a bad idea, she knew that! Apparently, she wasn't allowed to be stupid for even just one second. She couldn't believe what just happened. They clambered on top of her car like monkeys to the point they broke the windshield of her car! She had never felt so scared in her entire life! She didn't even have the heart to care if she hurt anybody when she purposely crashed her car against a lamp post just to create a distraction. Thankfully, they were still human, and she managed to sneak away over to the movie house while they tried to get to their feet. She managed to use the darkness to further distract the men, and then she made her way out in the back. And this female toilet was the only comfort she could ever achieve.

And oh! Her grimoire! She had to leave her precious grimoire lodged under the passenger seat! Where was her magic when she needed it the most! She was so tired, so weak. Even if she had her grimoire, she knows she wouldn't have enough brain cells to process the language anymore. If she could, she would probably choose to just die. Right. She would rather die than willingly give herself over to her deranged lovers... Never give in to that darkness, she reminded herself half-heartedly. She would have done something drastic and self-damaging, if she hadn't heard the most peculiar thing in her entire life:

"HEY MOTHERFUCKERS! I AM DAMON SALVATORE AND I AM IN LOVE WITH BONNIE BENNETT!"

During that darkest moment of Bonnie's existence, that is when she proved her ancestry. She was truly a witch and a survivor, because something clicked into place when she heard him say those words. His tone was evidence of one thing; Damon was attempting to break a spell. She knew it. This was his doing, just like she thought! Just like anything related to Damon, she feels the hot blood shoot up to her brain, and just like that, all despair is replaced by righteous anger. "I am going to burn you alive, Salvatore!" Bonnie doesn't even notice the tissue roll turning into ashes as she said those words. But it didn't take long until she was grinning like an idiot. A madwoman as red as a firetruck. Damon just confessed that he loved her. "He loves me." He really, really loves me...!

The happiness doesn't last for long when suddenly, the door in front of her is torn from its hinges, that before she could even scream, a hand is pressed hard against her mouth.


AN: And so the plot thickens... LOL. RnR, sweeties! Thank you for reading!