Disclaimer: I am pretty awesome but not awesome enough to own this. Bummer, I thought I was that awesome.

Mystic Falls, present

Bonnie knew that Damon Salvatore was a threat to everything she loved, especially now. She knew Elena had dismissed his feelings for her and she knew that the same Elena had used him to get information they needed on the werewolves.

She knew that although Damon acted like he was fine and that he believed that Elena would eventually forgive him he was depressed by her hatred. This is what worried Bonnie the most. Damon depressed equals Damon the reckless (well, the slightly more reckless) and that equals more death and tragedy to the people of Mystic Falls.

Sitting there at the Mystic Grille, Bonnie knew that she had to stop this from happening. Some might call this jumping to conclusions but the young witch was confident that if she didn't do something about Damon Salvatore soon, she would lose what little she had left.

Damon watched Elena and Stefan as they embraced for what seemed like the millionth time today. He knew Stefan knew he was watching and made sure to give Elena and extra-long, extra-passionate kiss.

What a jerk.

Seriously.

Damon scoffed as he swallowed the rest of his whiskey. This is what he was reduced to; drinking his worries away like some common human, all because of the love he didn't have from the woman his brother got. Again.

Oh God, when did I become such a loser? A schmuck? I'm a schmuck!

He knew there was some girl looking at him right now from the other end of the bar. Perhaps a little frisky business would make him forget. Or not. At least he could get a good screw out of it. Or not. Maybe some fresh blood for one. Definitely not. He couldn't do that. He was already a complete douche in Elena's eyes for 'killing' her brother (well, maybe douche wasn't the right word) he didn't want to be a complete asshole and start killing people again.

Damn it he had a girl to win! And this time, he would do it without killing people.

Funny; same looks, different expectations. He almost missed Katherine.

Woah, I must be depressed if I'm thinking of going through that land mine again.

Damon didn't get another drink nor did he go home with that girl, who looked devastated, understandably.

He just went home and slept.

Bonnie sighed as she got into bed later that night. By getting rid of Damon, she ran the risk of losing Elena. She knew Elena still cared about him, deep down inside even though she was angry at him for now.

It hurt her to know that she was going to hurt her best friend, but the greater good was more important.

She fell asleep assuring herself of this.

Bonnie woke up in a strange bed in a strange room.

"Is this the Lockwood house? No, I've never seen these walls before."

Sitting up she made her way slowly to the door and opened it carefully, jumping back slightly when she saw a very familiar face behind it, waiting for her.

"Emily?" Her guest nodded. Bonnie took a minute to compose herself. It's not every day you wake up in a strange house and see your ancestor. Then again... "Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?"

"Yes and no. I've brought you into the deepest recesses of your mind where a great and hidden power you possess waits."
"Have you brought me here to...realize that power? What is this power?"
Emily said nothing. Instead she made a motion to follow her and began making her way down the stairs. Bonnie looked around before exiting the room. After all, she was still in her 21st pyjamas.

As they made their way outside the front doors of the house Bonnie saw the Salvatore brothers playing football. But something was different, apart from the 19th Century clothes.

"They're alive. You've brought me back to when they were alive. You brought me back to when they were alive in my pyjamas!" Bonnie panicked as she realised how strange she must look. Emily just smiled.

"They can't see us. We're in a dream after all, your dream. You have the power to revisit and see the past at will, but just as an observer, from the outside looking in."
"You mean this is just like watching a movie? I can see them but they can't see me?"
"Movie?"
"Never mind."

Bonnie watched the brothers run around the yard. She's never seen them this close or this happy to be around one another.

"Looks like we have a visitor brother!" Stefan yelled as he looked at the front gate. Bonnie almost expected to see Katherine but instead saw a smiling blonde girl exit a carriage in a green dress.

"I hope you haven't exhausted yourselves boys! Save some of that for me!" She giggled as Damon ran up to her and hugged her.

"Mr. Salvatore please remove yourself from my daughter that is a brand new dress! Veronica, dear PLEASE you promised you wouldn't today." An equally blonde woman exited the carriage more gracefully that her daughter.

"Of course, I'm sorry mother. Damon, maybe I should just watch. I do like this dress." At this, Damon gave her a look and she smirked in return.

"Emily, what is going on?"
"You didn't think Katherine was the only woman in Damon's life did you?"
"Is she...his girlfriend?"
"You might say she is his friend."
"Are they like, what's the word? Betrothed?" Emily laughed at Bonnie's use of a word so obviously foreign on her tongue.
"Not at all. This is nineteenth century America, betrothals were quite uncommon. Couples met and fell in love, as they do in your time. Do they do that in your time?"
"Well...sometimes. So they're in love? Or is this that thing?"
"Thing?"
"You know that thing where the girls and they guy are best friends and the girl loves him but he is completely oblivious?" Emily looked slightly taken aback by Bonnie's very modern explanation of a very cliché event.
"Mr. Salvatore is not oblivious. The feeling is mutual. They both love each other."
"So why did you say that they were just friends?"
"Because they were. He loves her as he would love a sister. He cares for her deeply." Bonnie realized finally what Emily was saying. Still...
"That's part of that thing I was talking about by the way. The guy loves the girl but as a sister. Just so you know." Emily merely smiled at her and walked down the front steps of the house.

As Bonnie followed she realized that the people they had just been observing were gone. Instead, a woman who looked just like Elena sat on a park bench fanning herself in the heat.
"Katherine." Bonnie spat out. Emily simply nodded as Damon, impeccably dressed made his way over to Katherine and kissed her hand.

"Katherine you look lovely as always. Would it be too forward of me to ask your permission to escort you to the Lockwood's annual Yule Ball?"
"Well, since I allowed your brother to escort me to the Founder's Ball it seems only fitting that you take me this time."
Bonnie didn't miss the look of annoyance that crossed Damon's face for a second. She actually felt sorry for him, being so obviously played by this hell-bitch. After all, this was Damon before he became a vampire.
"You have made me extremely happy, as is your nature." As he turned to the porch where Bonnie and Emily had just come from, he smiled and beckoned to an older man standing there, next to the blonde girl she had seen just before. Veronica. "Father, Veronica! Katherine has just done me the honour of allowing me to escort her to the Yule celebrations!"

And just like that, the scene changed. Damon and Veronica were standing in a study facing each other and neither looked happy.
"How could you ask her Damon? Attending the Yule Ball together is tradition! It has been ever since we met!"
"You know my feelings for Katherine. I thought you would understand! That you were enough of my friend to accept that this year I am moving on! I am attending it with a woman that I hope to make a life with!"
"A woman with whom you share with your brother!" Suddenly, a loud crack sounded in the room. Bonnie stood shocked. She hadn't seen much of their relationship but she never thought Damon would hit this girl. Apparently, neither did she.
Veronica held her cheek as tears spilled out of her (weirdly) extremely dark blue eyes. And then she slapped him back. Twice.
"You go girl." Bonnie said under her breath.
"Do not talk to me again until you see reason and rid yourself of that vampire whore." Bonnie never thought that anyone in a corset and poofy dress could make such a successful dramatic exit. She was wrong. She turned to Emily, expecting the scene to change, but it remained the same.
As Damon stood there looking horrified at himself, Katherine slowly entered the room.
"You told her what I was? When did I give you permission to tell that little girl about me?"
"It slipped. I know I can trust her."
"Not now you can't. By the way, I loved your way of silencing her. Very appropriate for a child such as her."
"I shouldn't have hit her," Damon sobbed "I can't believe that I did that. She'll never talk to me again, I've just lost one of the most important people in my life." Bonnie had never seen him so distressed and she had definitely never seen him cry.

"Stop sobbing like a baby. Forget about that girl. All that matters is your love for me." Katherine tried to persuade him whilst holding his face. But Damon wasn't listening. He was too busy being disgusted at himself to even look at her and this clearly annoyed her. She jerked his face so that he was staring directly into her eyes.
"You will not care about that girl ever again. You will not see her, speak to her or acknowledge her presence. You won't even care if she is raped and tortured in front of you. You will be completely apathetic."

"Wait, I thought Katherine never compelled Damon." Bonnie asked Emily.
"The only time she compelled him to such an extent was this time. Miss Veronica was a threat to Katherine's plan and Mr. Salvatore had too much of a connection to her. Their friendship was too strong."
"So that's it? He never talked to her again? Why have you brought me here to see this?"
"We are not finished." Bonnie looked around to see that they were now standing under a large oak tree, the Salvatore house in the near distance. Veronica was sitting underneath reading when Katherine approached and took a look at the cover.
"Origin of the Species. I figured that someone as small minded as you would read the insane ramblings of a madman."
"I figured that someone as old as you would appreciate Mr. Darwin's refreshing and genius theory on Natural Selection. After all, don't you revel in being a predator?" Katherine actually laughed.
"You would make a fine immortal companion, were you not such a thorn in my side. No matter, I've taken care of that."
"As much as I enjoy your self-righteous gloating Katherine I must leave you here for your very presence is making me ill." Veronica stood up and made to leave, but Katherine used her vampire speed to block her way.
"Now, now it's not nice to insult a lady. You wouldn't want to lose that tongue of yours now would you?"
"You have already taken that which is most important to me. Your threats are empty."
"They should be full, after all as you said, I revel in being a predator."
"I am not afraid of you Katherine." Katherine merely smirked and started circling her.
"How unfortunate for you that Damon has not even looked at you since that day in the study. He hasn't even tried to apologize, something that you expected him to do right?"

It was obvious from the look of sadness that passed Veronica's face that what Katherine was saying was right.
"He doesn't care about you. You should've realized that when he hit you. You mean nothing to him." Katherine stopped in front of Veronica once again and smiled evilly at her. "Not even your death will upset him."

In one blurred motion, Katherine snapped Veronica's neck so effortlessly it sickened Bonnie. The pretty blonde girl fell to a heap on the grass, her book landing slightly out of her outstretched hand, but it was the expression on her face that saddened Bonnie the most.

A single tear sat on her still rosy cheek as her beautiful, dead eyes stared blankly ahead, her rosy lips slightly parted in that split moment of shock.

"This is awful. But I still don't understand what you want me to get from this. Emily, please-"

Bonnie was cut off as time shifted but the scene didn't change, apart from Katherine's absence as someone arrived. Bonnie watched as Stefan, who must have been playing some sport as he looked happy and out of breath, stumbled upon the dead body of the girl who was once his brother's closest friend.
"SOMEBODY! DAMON! FATHER! YOU MUST COME QUICKLY! Oh God!"
Some fifteen people came rushing on the scene at once. The senior Salvatore was first to say something.
"Dear God. Stefan, son. You must go and inform her parents of this, the poor girl. But first, fetch the priest and the doctor." As Stefan ran off Mr. Salvatore looked at someone behind where Bonnie was standing. Bonnie and Emily turned around to see Damon standing there with Katherine. Both wore looks of shock, although she knew that they were fake.

Or at least, she thought she did.

The past year had been one full of surprises and impossibilities for Bonnie. However, nothing had ever shocked her more than this moment.

Damon Salvatore cried in despair as he launched himself onto Veronica's body, gently raised it, embraced it and rocked back and forth sobbing loudly as her long, curly hair swung back and forth, her face bearing the exact same expression as it stared eerily at the people surrounding them.
"Oh GOD NO. PLEASE GOD NO." This was all Damon said, and Bonnie looked on shocked that this was happening. Sneaking a look behind her she could see that Katherine was just as shocked.

"How is he doing this? How is this happening? I thought she compelled him not to care?" Bonnie turned to Emily, who answered without turning away from the scene.
"His grief is too strong as a result of his love for her. No compulsion can overcome what emotion lies so deep within the human soul."
"So, LOVE broke the compulsion?" Emily simply nodded. "I think I get what you wanted me to see. Damon once cared for someone so deeply that he broke through the hold that the woman he was enamoured with placed on him." Bonnie stared on at the heartbreaking scene in front of her. "Are you suggesting that I mention this to him to get him to change completely? I don't know how this would work, me telling him this might shake him but he won't care enough if it's coming from me."
Emily turned to her, smiling.
"I've shown you this so that you may realize what person truly holds his heart, even in his vampire state. The rest is up to you. Look in the grimoire."

Bonnie bolted upright in bed as she woke. She took a moment to contain herself before retrieving the grimoire from its (original) hiding spot under the bed. She flipped through the pages not knowing what she was looking for until she found the page. It should have been obvious. There, in Emily's cursive writing was one word;

Resurrection

REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW

I think I said it enough so that you guys get the message.

A slightly less embarrassing attempt at a story from me, under a slightly less embarrassing PenName.

Reviews make me update not only this but other stories!

much love xoxo