Hey guys just wanted to start the chapter off by saying thanks for reading and reviewing it means so much too me. I did not realize Lucinda's name could be shortened to Lucy (dumb moment lol), but now that I do the story is going to change dramatically. If you have any other questions or realizations about the sstory let me know and I'll answer them in the next chapter! Enjoy :)

The next day, Bonnie awoke in the hospital feeling more alone than she ever had in her whole life. After what happened last night, she did not know what to think.

What kind of monster do I have to be that my own boyfriend wants to kill me.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," Damon said as he entered the room. She immediately sat up upon hearing his voice.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice slightly gone. She had spent the whole night crying and could barely form words.

"I just came to see how my favorite witch is doing," he rebutted.

"Don't you mean your favorite witch-vampire hybrid?" she said softly.

He looked at her sitting on the bed, knees to her chest. She looked so small. She appeared vulnerable; when in reality she could actually beat him at anything now. She needed to get her self worth back. She needed to be fixed, which was what drew him to her in that moment. But what made him want to help her was the fact that he had seen the power she had in her ancestor. He knows what will happen if it gets out of control or if it goes unrealized.

"Anyway," she said puling him out of his thought, "what did you need? Is there another 'animal attack'?"

"No, I have some good news and some not so good news," he said.

"What is it?" she asked. He was still contemplating whether or not to tell her that Stefan was back in town. He decided the latter.

"I've decided to help you with your whole hybrid transformation stuff," he said with a smirk.

"Aw thanks Damon I was hoping, in the midst of everything, that you would come here today and tell me that you're going to be like my hybrid godparents," she said with sarcasm. Even though Grams said she needed his help and they had been getting along, Damon's smug attitude still annoyed her.

"Well I'm happy I can be the silver lining in all of this. Now get dressed your getting released."

As she walked through the doors of the Salvatore boarding house, she couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Things had not changed since the last time she came to visit. She slid her hand across the dark wood reminiscing about the good times had while on her last excursion to Mystic Falls.

"Well look who it is, my beautiful driving companion," Stefan said as he descended the stairs.

"Hello Mr. Salvatore, you're looking handsome as usual," she replied

"What brings you to my home Ms. Martin?" he asked eyebrow raised.

"O just wanted to pay my favorite brothers a visit, you know catch up and what not."

"Well you're more than welcome to stay in my home, but I can not promise that Damon will be so accommodating."

"I'm sure he will," she replied slyly. "He always is," she added so low not even Stefan could hear it.

"Well, I'm sorry to be a horrible host, but I have to run into town for a bit," he said brushing past her. "There are candles in the panty if you want to practice or meditate or something. Blood bags are in the freezer. Try not to burn the house down please and don't make a mess."

"Don't worry Salvatore I know where everything is, I'll be fine." She said as he walked out. "Hmmm...I wonder where Damon's room is."

"Damon where are we going, I'm really not up for this," she said as arrived at the clearing. As he got out of the car and walked toward the water, she followed suit. There was an old run down house you could see once you descended the hill. It looked like it had been standing since the 1800s.

"Why did you bring me here?" she questioned.

"To tell you a story. A story about a man who was turned for love, lost a brother, and shut down completely for years before piecing himself back together into something close to human."

"Listen Damon, I appreciate you trying to—" she began, but he cut her off just as quick.

"Let me finish judgey, the man I'm talking about hated what he was, he hated what he had become and how he was controlled by a hunger that could never be quenched."

She looked at him with eyes squinted waiting to let him finish.

"O my God Damon I had no idea it was that hard for you after you turned,"

"O I'm not talking about me," he said with a smirk. "Vampirism was a breeze for me because Katherine had been training me, I'm talking about Stefan."

"You're a huge ass ya know that," she said as she began to walk back to the car. She didn't know what game he was playing nor did she want to play. He reached for her arm to pull her back to the spot they were previously at and looked deeply into her eye.

"Bonnie, all jokes aside, I watched my brother tear himself apart for decades on end for being. Do you know what that's like? To have this deep seeded hatred for being who you are? Because I did, before I was turned. This depression your feeling over becoming a vampire is common. No one really chooses to be this. No one wants this hunger. But its what you are and you have to accept this and control it. All of it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you are a vampire-witch hybrid with the power of a thousand witches inside of you. Did you think this was going to be easy?" he asked her.

"To be honest Damon I don't know what to think, everything is so much to take in right now," she said as she began to cry. "I have this anger inside that keeps growing and growing. I don't know how to control it."

"Listen Bonnie, I know that anger. Its all consuming and controls you. You cannot give into it. It will take you to dark places. You will appear as though you are still here, but that will be all physical. Your mind will be obsessed with revenge and power all due to the anger you have feel. It will control you and your powers. I know because I have seen it," he said to her peering into her green eyes with his deep blues.

"How do you know this Damon?" she asks with a quizzical look and eyebrow cocked.

He let out a deep sigh. How did he know? Maybe its because the love of his life was lost to the anger. Not Katherine, someone after her. Someone he has tried so hard to forget. Someone that made him stop looking for Katherine for a time and love another. Not like the love he felt for Elena. She had no resemblance to Katherine. She was her own person, not a copy of a egotistical bitch.

"I loved someone like you, her name was Lucinda Grey" he stated with a far away look in his eyes.

"What happened to her?" she asked eyebrows raised.

"She left," he said solemly

"Where is she now? Can I meet her?"

"She died," he answered.