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Wow, so I stayed up late to watch the live stream of Vampire Diaries and I was blown away, an amazing comeback. And plenty of Bamon inspiration, finally they show the potential of a banter filled relationship, especially at Mayor LW's service.

Chapter Summary: The trio are morally challenged by Laila's decision and Uri's agenda is revealed.

Chapter Eight – Loneliest Girl In The World

"You got in pretty late last night," Elena put her toothbrush under the faucet and then started brushing her teeth, though it hadn't gone unnoticed when Bonnie paused momentarily before forcing a smile.

Bonnie was worried that the guy she'd been dreaming about was Laila's brother, or at least she thought it was too coincidental not to be the same guy, she'd felt terrified in the first dream and safe in the other, and she hadn't given it much thought until now.

Why was she dreaming about Laila's brother? He was killing vampires, and protecting her and they knew each other, had she seen the future, were they destined to meet? Why had she seen so much blood when she touched Damon, had Uri hurt him? It was so much to process not to mention finding Laila safe but not so sound with plans to become a Night Crawler. As soon as the Salvatore brother's showed up to Mystic Falls everything turned to crap, their town had become a supernatural magnet and now she had to learn and learn fast if she wanted them gone.

"Everything okay?" Elena asked, brows drawing in when Bonnie didn't respond.

Bonnie sobered. "It was fine,"

"What was?" Elena spat out the paste, washing it away before turning to face her best friend. "It's me Bonnie,"

Bonnie leaned against the sink, shoulders slumped. "I don't know what I'm doing Elena, I thought I could help but..."

"What is it?"

"Spending time with Damon is messing with my head, I miss Grams and this whole thing is giving my nightmares,"

"Oh, Bon," Elena said softly, pulling Bonnie into a hug. "I'm here. Stefan told me about Laila,"

Bonnie pulled away. "She's not talking, I don't know what to do you know, I barely recognize her,"

Elena pushed Bonnie's curls behind her ear. "I know, but I trust Stefan. I know this is tough for you, spending time with them so soon after...but I'll be there every step, okay?"

"I thought Stefan said it was too dangerous for you,"

"I can look after myself, and besides, Bonnie you're my best friend. I wanna be there for you, and I wanna help Stefan, so let me be there okay?"

Bonnie smiled. "Okay," she agreed hesitantly. They'd agreed only days ago to protect each other with the truth but what was Bonnie supposed to tell her? That she was getting increasingly drawn to Damon, physically and emotionally, hell, Bonnie couldn't even say it aloud to herself.

He was the one messing with her head, and he was being his usual charming self, she couldn't figure out what she was seeing in him or what she thought she was seeing in him but she couldn't stop looking, she had to see whatever it was he was showing her, willingly or not.

"Everything is gonna be fine, it has to be," Elena said, hugging Bonnie again, briefly before leaving her in the bathroom with her own reflection.

"What's going on with you?" She asked, but her worn reflection didn't have an answer.

"How was Bonnie?" Stefan asked, coming up behind Damon in the living room as he poured himself a glass of blood.

"Bonnie? She was her usual charming self." Damon smirked at Stefan. "She hates me… it's kinda hot,"

Stefan's face remained neutral; he wasn't going to indulge Damon's playful mood. "Are the two of you ready?"

"Ready for a barbecue? I'd say she's got the fire down, everything else?" Damon shook his head. "Not a chance, when she's scared she forgets what she is, she doesn't remember that she could end one of us," Damon clicked his fingers. "Like this,"

"You know what you have to do don't you? And, I know this will sound alien Damon but some encouragement, maybe a little sensitivity might help her along, after all we are the reason she lost Sheila,"

"Where have you been for the last century and a half?" Damon's eyes widened. "I don't do sensitive; I'm not the caring type,"

"You have, I've seen it, the way you are with Elena," Stefan's eyes fell to his feet. "You care about her, you can care if you let yourself,"

A mischievous smile worked its way on Damon's finely chiselled face. "Elena's the exception, plus she was always at an advantage for looking like you know who," He wriggled his eyebrows, he loved to see his brother squirm, it was like now he was in love with Elena he wanted to forget what made him go there with her in the first place. After all, he owed some thanks to Katherine for leading him to her doppelganger, Damon was thankful because Elena was a version of Katherine he'd never had the pleasure of seeing.

Bonnie was a different story though, their relationship had started after he tore her throat open overwhelmed with rage for Emily, granted he took it out on the wrong person but Emily was dead, it wasn't like he could make her feel his wrath. Pretty soon after she'd seen his face they were asking her and Sheila to break twenty seven hungry vampires, pissed off vampires out of a tomb so he could get what he wanted.

Then Sheila died, it wasn't exactly looking hopeful for the two of them from that point, he couldn't see the best start to a blossoming...whatever they were.

"Elena's nothing like her," Stefan said, breaking into Damon's thoughts.

"I know,"

"So let's talk about the matter at hand," He urged, eyes searching out Damon's. "Bonnie?"

"What about me?" Bonnie asked, eyeing both brothers. "Where's Laila?"

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"You can't leave her in there," Bonnie cried, gritting her teeth when Damon's grip on her arm tightened as he dragged her away from the cell and back upstairs. "Stefan," She whispered, eyes pleading.

"We need to know, something, Bonnie. Usually, I wouldn't..." He glanced at his brother, crossing his arms over his chest. "Agree with Damon's methods but maybe some time down there will make her talk,"

"She's just a kid," The witch defended.

"Exactly," Damon said, mirroring Stefan's previous actions.

"Fear makes people talk," Stefan added, turning his palm up as his phone vibrated. "Excuse me," He said, passing the two to leave the room.

Damon smirked as the fiery little thing threw a glare his way. "Let me guess, I'm...heartless and scary but sexy...it's called being a vampire," He winked.

"I was going to say...I hope this works,"

Damon's smile faded ever so slightly, he was taken back and couldn't hide it because it had happened too quickly to recover from, Bonnie agreed with him? How was he supposed to feel about that? One emotion was clear, annoyance, Bonnie threw curve ball after curve ball and he was quickly becoming the fat kid who couldn't dodge the suckers.

Bonnie took a breath, the small dip in her neck sinking deeper. "Laila shouldn't be involved in this, she shouldn't have to know that monsters exist, that they're real and in her backyard,"

Now his smile was gone, a few weeks ago being called a monster would've put an arrogant and prideful smile on his face but now it was just making him feel...

Everything

First he exposed himself to Elena and now he was doing the same with Bonnie, the only difference was she hated him, she couldn't stand to be in the same room with him let alone working with him to help Stefan and it bothered him.

He didn't want her to make things easy for him, didn't want her to like him or to forgive him for what he'd done because it made it easier to be the way he was, she gave him an excuse to be the heartless and scary vampire he wanted everyone to believe he was. Damon wanted to believe his own hype, yet the whole thing bothered him.

"Where were you?" Bonnie asked.

Damon snapped back to reality, smiling crookedly. "Sorry, I zone out when you talk,"

Bonnie narrowed her eyes on him, deciding to ignore the remark. "Where were you just then?" She repeated.

"In my happy place, you wouldn't like it there. It's a b-lood bath," He leaned forward to whisper, icy blue eyes flashing wider.

Bonnie snarled as he brushed past her. "You know, I don't get it,"

"What's that?"

"How Stefan and you are so different,"

Damon stiffened, he'd lost count of the amount of times that comparison was made, he could never please his father and ultimately failed at making Katherine care about him enough to find him and now Bonnie was comparing him to Stefan too.

The good Salvatore brother, the noble one with the brooding forehead and sensitivity, the one who wanted to drag humanity in Damon to the surface even if it killed him in the process, the annoyingly good Salvatore brother.

"It's called personality, I have it, he doesn't," Damon watched Bonnie intently, she smiled but there was a smugness to it that she made no attempt to hide, and he couldn't tell if she was smiling with him or laughing at him.

"You know what you hate about Stefan? He's brave,"

"He's brave?"

"Yeah, he's brave enough to feel, put himself out there and you're too scared," Bonnie spun on her heel, this time expecting Damon right in front of her staring her down, she was getting used to his little habits.

"I'm not scared of anything," Damon ran his finger down her jaw line, half expecting to be shoved away but she made no attempt to move from his touch, and just when he thought he was getting used to her little habits.

"That's a lie,"

"Cause you know me so well," Damon mocked, with the playful glint back in his eyes.

"How'd you feel when you found out Katherine wasn't in the tomb?"

"How'd you feel when your Grams died?" Damon retorted, eyes cold and dark. It was an evil thing to say, there was no condoning it but the rush of painful memories that came along with Katherine's name made him unpredictable, even to him.

Bonnie stumbled backward a few steps, falling into Stefan's arms overwhelmed with loss at the mention of her Grams, she was reminded all over again that her Grams was dead and never coming back, no matter how hard she cried.

"Damon stop!" Stefan warned.

But he didn't need to growl or give Damon the evil eye because he was already feeling the cause of what he'd said, Bonnie's loss rippled through him like a tidal wave of emotions that knotted his stomach. He looked up to meet Stefan's judgemental gaze but Bonnie was gone and without giving it a second thought, he was out of the house and behind her.

"Bonnie,"

"Stay away from me,"

He wanted to force her to listen but the word 'sorry' was not in his vocabulary even when he felt it and that was few and very far between. Her pretty curls bounced on her shoulders as she stormed away from the house with Damon hot on her heels without a clue of how he was going to get her back inside.

"I was out of line,"

"Katherine's gone, by choice,"

"I know,"

"My grams...she's just gone,"

"I know," Damon repeated, emotion weighing down his words this time, he really did know because although Katherine had gone by choice it hurt no less than if she'd been dead.

Bonnie stopped in her tracks, realizing she'd not only hit a sore spot when bringing up Katherine but a place Damon rarely travelled to, his heart. It didn't beat any more but it weighed just as heavy as it did when he was alive, she felt it whenever they were near each other, her emotions mixing with his.

"You're an ass,"

"Agreed," Damon replied flippantly, relieved when Bonnie turned to face him.

"I was out of line too,"

Damon jolted back, he wanted to say thank you but he didn't, instead he flashed a grin. "Is this you calling a truce?"

"No,"

"I guess I should've seen that coming,"

"Why should I even come back?"

"Because...Stefan trusts you, needs you...and so do I." He felt uneasy with his admission as Bonnie looked up at him, so completely uncomfortable that he wanted to say something horrible to stop his cold flesh from heating. "Besides, if you don't, Laila stays down there, what do I care?"

Damon trekked back to the house and heard Bonnie behind him, he'd been smiling a lot lately, Bonnie made him smile, but he wasn't going to get used to it, he had a tendency to lose as soon as he got comfortable.

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The boys followed as Bonnie made her way back down to the cellar, her fingers curled around the bar as she watched Laila rock back and forth where she sat, looking back at Damon she didn't expect more than an eyebrow lift but instead she got a nod.

Encouragement.

Hesitantly reaching out, Bonnie pulled back the lock and opened the door stepping inside and closing behind her.

"Laila?"

Bonnie paused as Laila stopped rocking.

Night Crawlers were in town, collecting Halfways and while she couldn't believe there were actually people who wanted to become vampires, what was more of a kick in the teeth was that some were in Mystic Falls, Laila was proof of that. It was sad really, and Bonnie wondered what had happened to the young, happy go lucky church goer she used to watch movies with.

"It's me, Bonnie,"

"Please, let me go," Laila cried, looking up into Bonnie's big green eyes. "I want this,"

Bonnie stepped closer, a step at a time until she was sitting beside the young teenager. "Why would you want this?"

"It's my life, that's why," Laila snapped.

"You have so much of it ahead of you, you're so young. Why would you want to this curse?"

Damon watched Bonnie through the bars and without a word he left Stefan in front of the door, he wasn't going to listen to Bonnie go on about what an abomination he was. She may have been the psychic but he could already see that whatever 'ship' they had would be nothing short of tumultuous.

"Laila, you have a lot of people worried about you, including Bonnie," Stefan added.

Tears fell down her cheeks, one after another. "I started having seizures," she whispered as though scared someone would overhear a top secret. "It started a year ago, it was just headaches at first then seizures. Doc said I had a tumour the size of a grape and he removed it,"

"Oh, God Laila,"

"A few months ago, just after my birthday, I got a headache and I felt like my head was going to explode, I passed out. When I woke up I was in the hospital, the front part of my brain damaged, the frontal lobe or whatever and he told me..." Laila licked a tear away as it slid passed her lips. "He told me that the tumour was back, and that it was aggressive. I'm gonna die, Bonnie,"

Bonnie's eyes filled and she instinctively reached out and grabbed Laila's hand. "Can't they take it out again?" She asked, urgency ringing in her voice.

"It's...malignant,"

Stefan's eyes fell away, sympathy overwhelming him as her choice became clear to him, she just wanted a longer life and she deserved one.

"Four months ago, I had five months to live,"

"No," Bonnie cried, biting down on her lip to stop it quivering. "There has to be...you can't just die,"

Laila's attempt to smile faltered as Bonnie squeezed onto her hand. "Do you see why I can't give you what you want? I can't leave my family behind, my mom would never survive that. I have to do this, I have to protect him so that he can do this for me,"

"Laila, you'd be different,"

"I'm already different, I'm not the same girl you knew, Bonnie. I'll do what it takes to stay alive, even if it means dying,"

Stefan stepped into the room, walking over to kneel in front of Laila. "Eternity is a very long time, do you understand what you'll become?"

Laila nodded. "I know everything,"

Bonnie was powerless to help once again, she couldn't save her grams and now she couldn't save Laila either. Bonnie rushed out the door and up the stairs, catching her breath as she leaned against the wall tears free falling.

"Well that sucks," Damon said.

Bonnie looked up. "You heard that?"

"I hear everything," Damon stepped forward and wiped the tears from her face with the pad of his thumb, pausing as he realized what he was doing.

Bonnie frowned, sniffling as he dropped his hand. Contrary to what he may of thought, she needed to be touched, to feel, to be comforted and somehow he was in tune with that.

Stefan came up behind them. "She's completely lucid, Laila knows what she wants. We should let her go, let her lead us to St Clair, we need to make him priority now,"

"Yeah, cause that worked out so well with Alex?" Damon asked. "I say we give her what she wants, and turn her,"

"Wait," Bonnie said through clenched teeth. "We can't just let her go off and be a vampire," She looked at Stefan, she'd expected a fight, some kind of moral argument between he and Damon but there was nothing. "Can't you give her some blood and heal it without turning her?" Her eyes narrowed on Damon then.

"Yes," Stefan began.

"But," Damon interrupted, noting Bonnie's eyes darken toward him. "It'd be like a quick fix, a temporary cure, we'd only be prolonging the inevitable,"

"It's malignant. Means it'd just grow back, a new tumour," Stefan added.

"What would you do?" Damon asked Bonnie. "If you could save your Grams, wouldn't you do whatever it took?"

"I don't kn…" A twinge of guilt twisted Bonnie's gut as she thought about how she hadn't thought twice about trying to bring her grams back.

Damon placed his hands on her shoulders. "It's her life, Bonnie, her choice."

"I can fix this, I can do a spell..."

"What spell?" He asked as let his hands fall away. "You don't know any spells yet, and when you do it'll take a while to perfect,"

"It's not right," Bonnie said, taking a shaky breath.

"Eternity's a long time to be alive," Stefan said, resolve wavering as he looked at Damon.

"C'mon Stefan, the girl's dying, who are we to involve ourselves in her choice not to? We could heal her now but she can't live off blood as a human, and that's exactly what she'd be doing every time it came back, if it were Elena would you let her live like that?"

Bonnie and Stefan froze simultaneously at that, like they realized at the same time how easy a choice was to make when you weren't attached to the one in question, if they were dealing with their own flesh and blood, someone they loved the argument would be very different. Damon said it like it was whether he was disliked for it or not.

"Look it doesn't have to suck that she's dying, if she dies the right way, with vampire blood in her system. Huh, then you have your little friend back, just with fangs," He offered a wide grin as though he'd just said something to be happy about.

"I...I'm not okay with this," Bonnie said, pushing passed Damon as she rushed out of the door. "I need some air,"

"She'll be back," Damon boasted.

"You're sure about that? Damon, every time I see something in you, something good you do your best to taint it. The difference is Bonnie doesn't have to care about either of us, she's here for Elena, remember that."

"I can do this alone, I can get St Clair. I don't need her, "I don't.

"Oh yeah, and how do you suppose we get to St Clair? You get to him if you become a NightCrawler," Stefan charged towards him and slammed his hand against his brother's chest. "You need to feel,"

Damon's jaw clenched as Stefan left the room. Needing Bonnie's help wasn't the problem, the problem was him needing Bonnie and he was already fighting against that, to willingly let her in? There'd be no going back.

Uri had waited by Alex's disintegrated remains waiting for Laila, after all the pleading she'd done and tests she'd gone through he was finally offering to turn her and she didn't show, it wasn't like her, if anything she'd shown a passion he'd never seen before, a passion for life rather than death.

Laila wasn't like the others he'd met, if she had been he wouldn't have thought twice about killing her but not only was her intentions selfless but they were actually plausible. Laila wasn't one of those many who'd fell in love with what they thought was Eternity in a bed of roses and youth.

Eternity, the word was abused, no-one truly understood the meaning of it or it never would've appealed to them, it sounded exciting, the prospect of having all the time in the world to do whatever you wanted but after a hundred years, they'd soon realized why people were supposed to die, why death was a necessary part of life.

No one could really live forever unless there was something they craved but could not touch, and the only thing he thirsted for he was finally going to be quenched.

Laila was different because she wanted to live, not die whereas they wanted to die so that they could live; why that made sense to them Uri would never know.

All he did know was that it was something he found himself wanting to do for Laila. It was rare, in fact unheard of that Uri ever spared anyone let alone tried to help them, her situation at first meant nothing to him but he did something he'd hadn't done for over a century, he spent time with her and once you know someone something comes with it, a feeling, an obligation.

Now sitting at the bar downing a shot of Jack, he considered the possibility of her changing her mind, and it's not something Uri would allow usually, those who wanted such a curse deserved it and once he agreed there was no undoing but Laila, she was different, she was him centuries ago, without a choice.

"And Elena, well I don't see as much of her because she's always somewhere with Stefan. Not that I'm jealous or anything, cause I have Matt now," Caroline explained, smile bright and welcoming.

Uri feigned interest in Barbie's incoherent babble, nodding enthusiastically before downing another shot. "Elena's ex, blue eyed Ken doll over there,"

Caroline smiled, nodding excitedly. "Mm hmm, Matt," she corrected.

"Why do you keep correcting me, I think Barbie and Ken suit the two of you,"

Caroline blinked a few times, smile still there but fading ever so slightly. "Is that British humour?"

"No, I'm just wanker," He smiled.

"A what?"

Uri sighed as she giggled. "British humour…Hey," He moved forward, locking her eyes on his. "You should go check on your boyfriend I think he's missing you,"

"I should go check on Matt, be right back," Caroline smiled, bouncing her shoulders up as she lid off the stool.

Uri glanced down at his phone on the bar, he'd given Laila a chance and now he was moving on to bigger issues. Mainly, the gorgeous green eyed brown girl who'd walked into the grill with purpose in her steps as she saw Barbie and Ken and walked over to join them.

He dropped a note on the bar and picked up his coat, slipping his arms into the sleeves when a broad figure came behind him.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't rip your head off,"

"Mm, because unlike me you'd make a terrible mess," Uri smirked, turning to face St. Clair.

"I like the blood and gore," The tall black man smiled, eyes shining eerily as they met Uri's obsidian eyes, both so unnatural and yet they didn't stand out, at least where it mattered. As far as St. Clair was concerned, no one there knew of him.

"So what happened to Alex, she said she had something for me,"

"I killed her," Uri said, flatly.

St. Clair's pupils shrunk as though the light had just hit them but it was a reaction to being royally pissed off. "You forget your place, Uri. I don't recall permitting you to kill the fresh one,"

Uri took a breath trying to keep his temper at bay though he couldn't help the tight clench of his fists as he imagined ripping the old vampires head clean off his shoulders, he hated St. Clair with a passion. "She was a liability to you so I ended her, I can't have fresh ones threatening to expose us,"

"I see,"

"Alex was running around like a vampire without a leash,"

St. Clair studied Uri momentarily and then nodded in understanding. "You know I trust you to do what you do best, so let's wrap it up quickly and move on to the next one,"

Uri nodded. "Laila's the last to transition, after her that we go,"

"Right, tonight I'm going to have myself a feast, I love new recruits who fail to impress,"

It took all Uri had in him not to snarl in disgust, and it had nothing to do with him being squeamish about blood, he lived on it after all, it was the way St. Clair said it, in fact it was a losing game because no matter what St. Clair did Uri was going to despise him regardless. "Enjoy," Uri forced a smile. "I'm going to need another to travel with,"

"Take Laila with you, she's taken quite a shine to you,"

Uri stiffened, and for a moment he thought he might actually lose what little control he had left and stake the bastard for even suggesting her, he'd never hurt Laila. "She's in transition still, so she doesn't exactly have all her marbles yet,"

St. Clair eyed the meat he came with as Uri did and called out a tall and slender man, brown eyes and dark hair, another fresh one whom St. Clair had no qualms giving up for the night, though he had no sex preference when it came to food. "Take Gregory,"

Gregory stepped away from the two girls he and St. Clair had come with to join Uri's side, the perfect little well trained soldier that Uri was going to kill to keep up his pretence of the vampire hunter, and because he enjoyed it. Uri blinked an eye and St. Clair had breezed out of the place unnoticed leaving him with a new toy to play with.

Bonnie hugged Matt and then Caroline before heading out the door, he'd overheard her saying something about going back to school being stressful but being a Witch and all, Uri was guessing it was never as simple as that.

"Greg, go and have yourself a feast," Uri said, smile wide and eyes sinister.

"What? We're only allowed to feed on the halfways, you said, St. Clair said,"

"I know what I said, don't repeat me to me idiot." Uri rolled his eyes. "I'm giving you a night off, go find a pretty girl to eat and don't worry yourself about St. Clair, I'm giving you a pass,"

Greg was hesitant but felt the burn, the need to feed on fresh blood, to pierce flesh that had never been touched and drain the innocence that seeped from it, he felt the sharpness coming through his gums and nodded. "Thank you, Uri,"

"Don't mention it, everyone deserves a treat, eh," Uri whispered, winking as he gestured for Greg to get going. "I'll see you back here, an hour, no longer,"

"Have fun, I know I will,"

Uri watched as the vampire left, looking over his shoulder to peep the time, it wouldn't take Greg long to find someone he wanted to feed on, fresh vampires were far from particular about food, they just couldn't wait to be sloppy and pathetic remakes of St. Clair.

"Where'd everyone go?"

Uri whipped his head around to see Ava standing behind him. "Where'd you come from?"

"Bathroom break," She said, brows raised as though he'd asked a dumb question. Ava was a petite Spanish girl with short black waves, peachy lips and dark eyes, and she was a fierce vampire.

"Guess you're with me tonight,"

Stefan had left the cell door unlocked but now they were giving Laila permission to do what she wanted the reality of it had scared her, she was actually going to become a vampire so that she wouldn't die, ever.

Eventually she ended up walking the halls of the first floor and found the two guys arguing about how her choice would affect her in the long run, while one thought it was easy to shut everything off the other didn't think that mattered, because sooner or later she wouldn't want to shut it off, she want to remember how it felt to be herself and feel.

They fought like brothers, they looked like brothers, sort of but they hadn't noticed her enter the room, or so she thought.

"Hello, Laila,"

Laila stopped in her tracks as the dark haired one spoke up, finally looking away from his brother to acknowledge she was there.

"Just one of the perks," Damon boasted.

"He's here for three things," She choked out. "You know the story of the first?"

Stefan nodded. "The first halfways,"

"His mother wanted immortality, a vampire offered it but she was too inpatient."

Laila now had both the boys full attention, Stefan sensed that her loyalty ran deep for the rogue Night Crawler, he could tell by the way her voice thickened with emotion as she spoke of him.

"What happened?" Stefan coaxed.

"She got turned, by another and got her family killed as punishment. He killed everyone but her eldest son and daughter; they were elsewhere at the time. When they came back no one was there, they thought they'd been abandoned,"

"When'd they find out otherwise?"

"The vampire started to pursue the sister and she fell for him, and she didn't know until after he turned her that he was the one that killed her family in cold blood, after that she couldn't face her brother, fearful she'd hurt him and disappeared,"

"What happened to her brother?" Damon asked.

"He's been looking for her ever since,"

"He turned," Stefan concluded. "He had to so he could live to see her again,"

"What are the three things?" Damon asked, swallowing.

"The second thing is Bonnie," Laila confessed.

Uri rolled his neck around his shoulders before cracking his knuckles, it was game on, he'd given Greg more than enough time to find a bird and woo her into an alley or something, all he had to do now was have fun finding the twat before he killed him. After that, he'd probably give Stefan a call for help getting rid of the body.

"Ava, follow behind me but not too close,"

"Okay,"

"Ready or not," Uri left the grill and took a deep breath, smelling the air for blood but the pureness hadn't pierced the air yet, or maybe Greg was just rubbish at picking birds up, didn't matter, Uri had another excuse in place for Greg's untimely death.

It killed Bonnie to see someone so young, like her to have no hope or life in their eyes, Laila was like an empty shell compared to the one Bonnie knew years ago, she wondered why her brother Uri hadn't come sooner to help her somehow.

Laila never spoke about her brother much, mainly because they agreed not to when he'd chosen to move with their dad after he left Claudia and though Bonnie didn't remember Uri she always felt his absence, she always felt Laila's loneliness, it filled the whole house. And now she was dying, without a first kiss or first heat break, without a prom and without a life lived to the fullest.

Bonnie couldn't bear the thought of Laila being a vampire any more than she could accept the thought of her dying and never coming back, like grams.

Bonnie dialled Elena's number. "Elena?"

"Bonnie where are you? When I got to Stefan's he said you'd left a while ago. I thought I'd find you when I got home, it's getting dark let me come get you,"

"It's okay, I'm on my way to you now. I just, I needed to be alone you know?"

"I know, Stefan told me about Laila, it's horrible,"

"I just feel so useless, here I am with these gifts, these powers and I don't know how to use them to help the ones I care about,"

"Bonnie, let me come and get you, we can talk about this,"

"Don't worry, Elena, I'm not far."

"Stay on the phone okay? Ugh, I can't believe Damon didn't make sure you were home safely,"

"To be fair, I didn't really give him a chance,"

"To be fair?"

"I can't hear y...Elena?" Bonnie looked at her phone, cringing when she saw the battery signal empty. "Elena, I'll be right there can you hear me? My phone is dying, Elena?"

Beep.

"Great," Bonnie sighed, the day couldn't get any worse it wasn't possible.

"You okay?"

Bonnie jumped out of skin, looking up at a tall European man, Italian, Portuguese maybe with brown eyes and dark hair. "Mm-hmm," without stopping, Bonnie continued on her path when she felt a presence behind her but when she turned around there was no one there.

Picking up the pace, Bonnie held the power button down praying it would go on even for a second when she felt arms come around her in a tight embrace, like a snake trying to squeeze all the air out of her. She knew it was the guy she'd bumped into, she could smell him.

Wriggling and kicking, Bonnie finally got away and started running with her heart beating out of her chest as she heard a taunting laugh echo, this was the last time Bonnie was going to make her way home alone, she should've known better.

Bonnie hid behind a truck, mouth turning white when she saw those teeth protruding from his gums soon to be stained with blood, her blood if she didn't get a grip.

He ran out of sight, gone in a flash and then she was being dragged away into a dark alley, screaming behind his hand, only it wasn't him who had her.

"Shush,"

Bonnie spun around as he let go to see a young man with shoulder length black hair, he was handsome, he was the guy in her dreams. "You,"

Uri gripped her arm, taking a stance in front of her. "Me? Have we met?"

"Yes, no, kind of,"

"Shush," Uri whispered as Gregory stood at the beginning of the alley, a smile spreading across his face with the fresh vanilla scent of Bonnie travelling through the air and towards him. He darted into the darkness and right into Uri's fist, before Bonnie even knew what was happening they were tumbling in the dark, their fists connecting with the others face sounding like thunder.

The pair fell into the small ray of light that the moon lent to the dark corner, and as their faces were revealed to each other Uri chuckled, breathlessness cutting into his laughter. "Bonjour,"

Gregory's face was horror stricken, and a second later it was still and shrivelled as Uri buried his stake into the handsome vampire's heart.

Uri stepped back allowing the lifeless body to fall to the ground and set alight, but before he had a chance to arrogantly prod a thanks out of the beautiful Witch he was being pinned against the wall. "You're welcome,"

"You're dead, I felt it when you touched me,"

"Bollocks. I never thought of that,"

"Why, why'd you save me? And why am I dreaming about you?"

"To the first question, I like killing vampires and to the second I have no bloody idea, why don't you tell me?" Uri pushed his head away from the wall. "Do you mind?"

"Yeah, I do,"

"I would never hurt you,"

"Whys that?"

"Because …we were meant to meet, and I can't tell you why yet,"

"You can't, why?

"Because I don't trust you and you don't trust me, and without the sodding thing the truth won't mean a thing,"

Bonnie took a deep breath and released Uri's from the wall. "Does Laila know you're a vampire?"

"Yes," Uri whispered, taking slow tentative steps towards her. "And I won't let her die,"

"…why do I feel like I'm gonna need you?"

"I honestly don't know, all I know is that I already need you," He moved in, closing the gap between them allowing her to feel his warmth.

"Bonnie!" Damon called, rushing into the alley as he smelt burnt flesh.

Bonnie spun around and without a second thought, threw her arms around Damon. "Oh God," Her eyes wandered but Uri was already gone.

"You're okay," Damon assured, rubbing his hand at the back of head. He didn't need to hear the rest of Laila's story, as soon as he heard Bonnie's name he knew the routes she took home, to Elena's and her grams.

"You came for me,"

Damon's smile faded a little as he pulled away. "Laila talked, and I knew..."

"That I needed you,"

Bonnie was relieved when he pulled her into a tighter embrace, it was fair to say that neither of them knew what they were to each other or what they were becoming to each other but they had no choice but to give in, it was like a chemical reaction, it was science and they couldn't deny it or each other anymore. Hate wasn't all that lingered between them.

Bonnie felt it, their relationship was going to be a mess but it was too late because she was already growing attached to their dysfunctional 'ship'

"You okay?"

"I am now," Bonnie buried her head in his chest.

Stefan had waited for Elena to call him letting him know that Damon had dropped Bonnie home safely and that the vampire who'd messed with her was taken care of before heading out, once again following a hunch. Laila had told them that the real battle was going to be over a certain Witch in Mystic Falls and they all knew who she was talking about.

Everyone had an agenda and Bonnie was it.

He kept going over what Laila had said, piecing as much as he could together and while some of it didn't make sense, a lot of it did, especially if his instincts were right. Walking up the path to the house, Stefan knocked the door and waited, narrowing his hearing so that he could hear someone coming to the door.

"What 's the first and last?" Stefan has asked Laila.

"Love and revenge…"

"The vampire that killed his family,"

"St Clair,"

"He's here for his sister Lily; she's in Mystic Falls. The trail for her went cold back in 1864 but the whole town was very much aware of vampires when he showed up, and he couldn't get to her without exposing himself. Now he's back for her. So you see, he's not a Rebel because he was never a Night Crawler,"

Claudia opened the door, a frown crowding her forehead. "Stefan,"

"Hi, Claudia, uh, is Uri here?"

Claudia nodded. "He just got here, come in."

If that picture was what he thought it was and as old as he thought it was, then the ones in the picture were definitely brother and sister, but that would mean it wasn't Uri and Laila considering she didn't exist yet, it was Uri and Lily.

Stefan stepped inside with a stake safely hidden behind his back, offering Claudia a friendly smile as he closed the door behind him.

~Fin~ Hope You Enjoyed!