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"Bonnie?" Elena peered in through the screen door, searching the dark hallway for signs of movement. Every window and door was tightly shut and locked at the Bennett house, leaving Elena to wonder if something was going on. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

The porch light turned on, and Bonnie's father hurried down the hall. "Elena, it's wonderful to see you. Are you looking for Bonnie?"

"I just have a question to ask her. Is she home?" Elena twisted her fingers together. When she'd left the Salvatore house that morning, Damon had been worse than ever—he'd been shaky and feverish, coughing up more blood. Soon, she knew, the hallucinations would start, and they'd have to lock him up in the cellar to stop him from hurting anyone or himself. In another day or two, he'd be unconscious. She'd seen it happen to Rose, and it wasn't pretty.

"Sure thing, she's upstairs." Bonnie's father opened the door, and Elena hurried in. The entire house was pitch-black, save for a sole light bulb burning in the office. Elena took the stairs two at a time and knocked twice on the door to Bonnie's room.

Bonnie stuck her head out. "Dad, I told you—oh, Elena! Come in."

"What's with the total lockdown?" Elena looked around her friend's room. All the furniture had been haphazardly pushed off to the side to clear a space in the middle. A grimmoire lay open next to three candles, a bowl of water, and a pile of pillow feathers.

"I've been practicing my magic." Bonnie plopped down cross-legged at the foot of her bed. "Dad insisted I close up everything and make sure none of the neighbors see. But ever since I harnessed the power of all those witches, I've felt stronger than ever, and I can't just let that go to waste."

"Is that a good thing?" Elena eyed a pile of charred junk in the corner of the room.

"Well, I've set a thing or two on fire, but it's totally safe." Bonnie kicked the grimmoire aside and stretched out on her stomach. "So what's up? I thought you'd be all over Stefan. You know, now that Klaus is gone and Mystic Falls is surprisingly in no immediate danger."

"Well, that's the thing." Elena twisted her finger around a loose thread in her jacket and yanked it off. "Klaus isn't actually gone, Stefan and I got in a huge fight, and Damon's dying."

Bonnie jackknifed up. "What?"

Elena quickly filled in her friend on all the events of the past few days. "So Stefan and I aren't really on talking terms anymore. I don't even know what happened, Bonnie. He basically accused me of cheating on him with Damon."

"Well, you have been spending a lot of time with Damon lately. What's up with that, anyway? Last I checked you hated him. We hate him. He's done so many bad things, Elena."

"People change, I guess. Damon's made a lot of bad choices but in the end he still tries to do the right thing."

"How can you defend him? After everything he's done? All the people he's killed?"

"We've all made mistakes, Bonnie! And Damon's dying. What, do you want me to just sit back and watch him die? He's still our"—Elena sat the warning in Bonnie's eyes—"my friend, and I care if he lives or dies. I can't exactly abandon him now."

Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine, I'll help. But I'm only doing this because you're my best friend, and if you say that Damon's changed I guess, as your best friend, I have to believe you." She flipped open her grimmoire and scanned the pages. "I've read about a lot of spells and magic, but nothing about curing werewolf bites. According to ancient lore, it's one of the few downfalls of a vampire."

"But there is a cure—Klaus's blood. There's got to be something else, too. I mean, like Stefan said. If there was only one possible cure, it wouldn't be a balance in nature at all."

"Well, I did read about some old legend." Bonnie slid off her bed and walked over to her bookshelf. She chose a large bound volume and flipped through it. "According to some Irish folktales, there's a waterfall in Virginia with the power to cure anything—sickness, injury, anything. All you have to do is drink the water from the top. But nobody's ever found the waterfall, and there's not even any proof that it actually exists."

"Let me see that." Elena grabbed the book and pored over the story. "Bonnie, there's hundreds of local legends saying that the waterfall really exists. We've got to find it. It could be the only thing to cure Damon."

"Hang on, Elena. You can't just go running off to look for some magical waterfall that you don't have any concrete proof of. For all we know, these so-called legends could just be accounts of drunken nights out in the town."

"We've run out of other options, Bonnie." Elena stuffed the book into her bag. "I'm going to go talk to Damon and Stefan. Maybe one of them knows something about this."

"Elena!" Bonnie grabbed her arm. "There's something I need to tell you first. It was one of the legends about the waterfall that I read."

"Can it wait? I really should go—"

"Elena, this is important. One of the stories about the waterfall was written in ancient Norwegian. I couldn't understand the whole thing, but I used a Translating spell to get the gist of it. It basically said that the reason no one has any proof of the waterfall is because anyone who can get to the top is attacked and killed by some monster that lives up there, and can never make it back down." Bonnie's eyes widened in fear. "Don't go looking for the waterfall. Please, don't."

Elena looked her friend in the eye. "Bonnie, this is our last option. Maybe you're okay with just sitting by and watching Damon die, but I'm not. I can't do that. He's my friend too."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "Seems to me that lately he's been a little more than a friend."

"Maybe." Elena grabbed her bag and headed for the stairs.


I've been publishing chapters pretty frequently, but that's just because I'm on vacation right now-so please don't expect me to write them this quickly in the future! As I've said before, this is my first fanfiction, and it feels amazing to know that there's even one person who read my story. Love you guys! xox