As it got dark outside Bonnie had the feeling that this would be her last night alive. But she brushed it away as she helped Lisa and Meredith fix up Elena. After what had happened between the girls they banded together for their own sanity.

Lisa had sworn to not reveal anything she knew to anyone that would hurt them, promising not to reveal Elena to anyone from Fells Church for obvious reasons. Elena worried about Bonnie, having found out about Damon's date with her earlier that day, as was Meredith, but in a more distracted way. Meredith was with them more and more, thankfully. Whatever had been bothering the dark haired girl was finally making its way out of her system.

Unfortunately for Bonnie it wasn't as easy. Her dreams were of her own death, and though she'd faced it before, she'd never felt this sure of her own destruction.

"So two of the five Princes' are missing?" Meredith asked, pulling a curl out of her bun and letting it fall down into her eyes.

"Yea and we can't find them anywhere. I hope they'll turn up at the Ball." She said, smiling as she got up. She worried about Matt and Scott, hoping against hope that they weren't in the dungeons below rotting away for some reason or another.

"Now, we're all ready," Elena said, smiling warmly at the other girls. "Shall we join the ball downstairs?"

"Yes, we shall." Bonnie said, laughing. It felt like High School... To a point.

Elena was first, her soft blue dress not showing every curve imaginable, but close enough to make her look like her own type of Princess, flaring out like a proper dress of that time period. Then went Meredith, her white dress just to her ankles making her look very sophisticated. Then Lisa, who was supposed to be Damon's guard but having had orders to escort Bonnie down, was with the girls.

Bonnie followed in her black dress that looked gothic. The same dress she wore in her dream, but she thought she would look to beautiful for all the guys if she wore it. She needed to drive someone crazy since she was going insane as it was. And as it was, why not tempt fate just that little bit more. If she was going to die tonight, then why not in the same way as before?

Down stairs it was brightly lit and very colorful, despite the only light being candles. And they had a modern radio playing instead of the orchestra, to give it a more normal feel. She was immediately swept off by Ryan. And he was smiling oddly at her.

Most of the guys were dancing with some of the girls, she could see Elena and Meredith had already been swept away by someone. This was the one Ball were the maids had to be maids, they couldn't dance unless asked too and had to serve food and such. The guards couldn't dance period, they had to stand at their point and watch and make sure nothing bad happened.

Then Stefan got her at a slow song, she felt a little weird in his arms though. She definitely felt weird about the dirty looks Elena was giving her. She was worried Elena actually thought she liked Stefan. And he seemed to sense her worry, and looked at Elena. 'Don't mind her, she can't help it.' He said, rather conceitedly.

She knew that this was the night they would try to get extra points with her, but she was tired of it already. All the guys, even the ones who weren't Princes in the game, were flirting unashamed with her. And she didn't like all the attention, she just wanted to grab Damon and skip the whole thing.

She smiled at the thought. He really cared about her, she liked it. She knew he was very ruthless, but also very sensitive. But she was worried about how much they had traded that one night. She hoped it wasn't too much, she really had a bad feeling about tonight. She knew something would happen, but she didn't know what.

As she danced with Damon his arms felt extra tight around her, Stefan and Meredith slowly circling them as they danced, giving them room as if they had already been named King and Queen. She looked up to Damon with a faint smile, and felt an emotion from him she'd never felt before.

Fear.

Damon was afraid, of tonight, for her safety, and of being alone. She held him extra tight, letting their walls merge and her comfort seep into him. She knew it probably wouldn't help, but she tried anyway, she didn't want him to not have fun on this great night.

She danced with a few other people, and was on her third dance with Damon when her 'father' went up to call everyone to silence. She was standing in the middle of a circle of friends, and she felt trapped for the first time. This was very unnerving and scary to her, her dream flashing through her mind nearly sending her into panic mode. She looked around like a trapped animal.

She heard a voice in the back of her mind, it said 'I love you Angel.' At first she thought it was Damon, but it didn't sound like him. She looked around with her mind, to find another vampire, but she couldn't seem to find one, other than a few weird presence's around the room.

She was breathing rapidly, and she could have sworn that everyone could hear her heartbeat. It was rushing her blood through her system quickly and she could hear it hammering against her ribs as her 'Father began to speak. But when she saw Damon and felt his mind brushing hers softly she began to calm down slowly.

"And all the Princes get into place in the circle." The King was saying, breaking into her thoughts. And they did, Damon facing the King like last time, and Ryan in front of the King facing Damon. And Stefan standing there on the side.

"Now, sweetheart. Pick out which one you want." He said, making more memories flash through her mind. "I know two aren't here, if you want one of them then we'll hold off the ceremonies." he explained, obviously making up spur of the moment since he had everyone's attention.

She saw her dreams again, only very clearly every detail.

She was in the center though when she saw it. Her eyes widened and she couldn't keep her fear out of every move she made as she backed up near Damon and Stefan. She felt their surprise, and most of the other peoples surprise as well, and she didn't care. She finally saw what it was her dreams were telling her, they were a warning about this Ryan guy.

She kept her eyes on Ryan though, he was the one that kept killing her in her dreams. She saw it now. And it was too late to change it, because he had her exactly where he'd had her in her dreams, and she was to afraid to move back any farther than she was.

She was still too far away from Damon and Stefan, and too close to Ryan for her own safety, but it didn't matter, he had her.

He began to smile slowly, and whispered 'I knew you would remember soon.' into her mind. So he was the other voice, she thought, oddly calm.

He then pulled out a very sharp knife, a dagger to be exact, she thought numbly, watching it glitter off the fire light in the room. It looked very old, like the one Stefan had had in his room once upon a time. And she was pretty sure he knew exactly how to handle it.

Everyone saw it and it was only a split second before they all began screaming. The guards rushing people out, maids helping the ladies get out quickly with their high heels only hit her mind from a distance. They knew this wasn't part of the game, and they all began leaving as quickly as possible, up to their rooms, outside, anywhere but there.

Except Her and her friends. She even found Lisa standing close to her in a fighting stance. Ryan didn't seem to notice her, and strolled lazily up to Bonnie to talk. The others knew better then to tempt a crazy person like him, they stayed back, watching for a way to get in.

"Princess Angel, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you again." he said much too nicely. "It's been an awful long time."

"Back off Buster." Lisa said, stepping in front of a non moving Bonnie.

Ryan picked her up with one hand and threw her across the room. She landed in the refreshments, breaking two tables and spilling punch and cookies all over herself. Bonnie saw one of the shadows move behind him slightly, but when she looked closer she didn't see anything. She dismissed it as her attention went back to Ryan.

Soon most of the people were out. She was still dangerously close to the middle, but she didn't move. She wasn't afraid for once, all she could think was that she would die tonight, and she didn't get upset. She sent warnings to Damon and Stefan to stay back while she faced him, and felt Damon begin to get upset, but forced it out of her mind to focus on Ryan.

Hopefully she would get to worry about him later.

"So you remember me after all." he said, smiling and playing with the dagger. "I was beginning to worry about that."

"Yes." she said quietly. "You're the person who keeps killing me in my dreams." She said, feeling the shock emanate from her friends, and the three unknown presences' in the room. She couldn't find them, so she assumed they were on the wrong side.

"No." he said smiling. "My dear, Princess Angel, do you not remember that that is you?" he asked.

She looked at him funnily, not knowing what he was talking about. "I'm not Princess Angel, she died about four hundred years ago." She said, parts of her brain arguing different.

"Are you sure about that? Because you do seem to look an awful lot like her, even Damon here seems to notice it." He said with a smirk. She could feel Damon's emotions because of the blood they'd shared, and she couldn't sort through them, there were too many of them.

"How can I be her when she's dead?" Bonnie asked, making him sound like he was a retard. But slowly they made sense, all her dreams and flashes of memories.

The dreams of her dying in Damon's arms. The flashes of her with the mystery men became clearer, she could see her dates with the men as if they'd just happened. Her looking like the pictures of the real princess, and the funny looks she got when she was first here from the hosts.

She felt her mind explode slowly with all the flashes from all the lives and all that had happened in each one. She could feel the pain of each life as if she were feeling it now, realizing who was her one and only too late. Wanting to tell him each time that she remembered him, and that she loved him like before, but dying before she got it out, before he could get to her. Then promising herself that next time she'd remember sooner, and get to him faster.

She felt her eyes widen and she stepped back again. "Oh god." She whispered after a few minutes. "She's my first form."

*~~*~~*

Damon's mind erupted in memories and in emotions that he'd kept bottled up since she first left him to wander this lonely planet alone until she came back to make his life full once more.

She was his Angel, it was no wonder he felt so attracted to her, she was everything he'd loved when he first met her, and more. And now all he could do was watch her talk with this creep. But he looked so familiar.

"Brian." He said coldly, causing everyone behind him to look at him.

"And of course Mr. Salvatore, so nice to see you again. How have you been holding up since we last met?" Brian asked as if they'd been friends forever.

"Better than you're going to be if you don't leave." He said, knowing very well that his voice sounded very deadly, very calm, and very angry. He saw it now, he couldn't believe he'd been so slow to miss it, and look over it. He had to stop him this time, he wouldn't take his Angel away from him again, not when he finally got her to say the words he wanted to hear her say again on her own free will.

"Awe, you're no fun." He said smiling. "I just came to get my Angel back. You know that we belong together. We were to be married before she decided to choose her own husband." He said, his eyes flickering over Bonnie.

Damon was too angry for words, he had the nerve to check her out like he was and in front of him at that. He was about to speak his mind and rip off this guys neck when Bonnie spoke up to answer an unasked question.

"And I wanted to choose my own husband because you were a very dull person to be near. Sir Brian, not all girls like to sit and watch men do what they do." She said with authority ringing clearly. "Some actually like to help them, or maybe go against them in whatever it is." She said, still facing him, but her voice was very tight with barely leashed anger towards him. Before he could say anything else she added, "We are not the weaker ones."

"Fine, you can be the stronger sex, I don't care. What I do care about is if you remember the person you gave your heart to that one night. The night I finally told you my real name?" he asked, confusing her once more.

"I was the one who did that!" Damon snarled.

"Let her remember!" Brian yelled. "It's Her memory, let her tell us who it was she cares most about. Let the Centuries of pain come back, let her remember why you killed her and why I loved her!" he called out.

*~~*~~*

And she was remembering. She saw her and a dark figure beside a tree, about to embrace in a kiss. Even as she looked on she saw the figure taking on a form and a face. When she recognized who it was she felt her heart all but burst with joy.

"And as you got closer I could see your dark eyes." She said softly, staring at nothing, going on even though everyone was looking at her as if she'd grown another head. But Damon and Brian were looking at her like she held all of the world's answers in the palm of her hand. "Your hair fell into your eyes and your lips parted. You looked so young and vulnerable and so incredibly sexy. Then you whispered…" she trailed off feeling the warmth of his breath on her lips again as he breathed his name on them before kissing them so softly she thought she would melt in his arms.

"Brian Salator." He said proudly. Stepping forward to hold her. But she didn't hear him, she was in her own world with the guy that she loved then and now. The only person worthy of her love, the way she saw it in her eyes.

"Damon Salvatore." She said barely above a whisper.

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