Bloodlust
Timeline: The Sacrifice
Parings: Bonnie/Damon, Stefan/Elena, Caroline/?
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Bonnie woke up in the morning feeling refreshed. It had been so long since she slept without having a nightmare. She smelled something wonderful which made her stomach growled. Following the scent, she saw the tray of food comprised of eggs, bacon, and orange juice. Hungrily, she plowed through the breakfast, quickly finishing it.
Satisfied, Bonnie yawned and stretched. She ran a hand through her messy, bed-ridden curls, trying to make it look decent. Spotting her neatly folded clothes from the day before, she hurriedly put them on and heading out of the room. Going down the stairs, she didn't look where she was going and she bumped into Rose. "Oh I'm sorry." She said apolozing for her clumsiness.
The vampire shrugged it off. "No need. While you're here, would you mind answering some of my questions?"
"I'm sorry. I have to go to school. You understand, right?" Bonnie said, with an underlying tone. She knew what her questions would be and decided to nip them in the blub before they grew.
Wheels were turning in the vampire's head. The avoidance of the subject from both the witch and Damon only added suspicion to the nature of the unnatural conception. Rose put on a fake smile. "Sure I understand."
Bonnie falsely smiled and headed out the front door. She had to go home and get ready for school, even if it meant going through her dad who wanted nothing to do with her.
Stefan and Damon walked through the damp tomb together. Both had reservations about what they were going to do but it seemed they had no choice. They arrived at the stone door, both brothers uncertain in their decision.
Damon cut the stagnant tension between them. "Well, we've come this far."
Stefan nodded and both brothers grabbed a side of the door, moving it to the side.
"Katherine?" Stefan yelled into the pitch black crypt, trying to get the attention of their sire. They saw movement and watched as Katherine came closer to the barrier, her hips swaying seductively.
"Ooh double trouble. Have my boys come to play? If so, come on in. There's plenty of room for all of us." She said in a sickly sweet voice.
Damon snorted. "I'd rather poke my eyes out."
Their maker chuckled lightly. "They're such pretty eyes."
Stefan, as usual, interrupted their banter. "Katherine, we're here for the moonstone."
The brunette came closer to the brothers. She licked her lips at Stefan, causing Damon to roll his blue eyes at the sickening gesture. "I'll give you the moonstone on one condition. You get the witch to hocus pocus me out of here. I'm dirty. Someone of my standard shouldn't have to live in such conditions."
Damon growled at the mention of Bonnie. Katherine chortled, amused by Damon's reactions. "Did I hit a nerve Damon? You must really like the witch."
Stefan looked confused by Katherine's bargaining. "I thought you said you were content with being in here? Nice and safe where Klaus can't get to you. Safest bitch in town right?"
"Like I said, I'm dirty and plus I've had time to reconsider."
"Must be starving?"
"Yes, good deducing skills Damon. You get a gold star for stating the obvious. Most of all, I'm bored. At least running from Klaus had its perks. Here's the deal boys, you have the knocked up witch get me out of here and I'll give you the moonstone and leave town forever. Tick, tock boys."
Katherine smirked wickedly and walked away. Stefan ran his hands through his hair, sighing. "Now what?"
"We go get Bonnie and then go to Elena's duh. Do I have to do everything around here?"
Damon pulled out his phone and texted Bonnie to meet him at the Boarding House in a couple of hours. He then turned to his brother. "We need to tell Elena. God knows what she'll do if we don't tell her first."
Stefan wanted to comment but realized what he said was true. He wanted to tell Elena himself about what transpired here. Following Damon out of the tomb, Stefan glanced back at the tomb, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. Whatever it was, he knew this loose deal would turn out bad.
Bonnie sighed as she made her way to fifth period. It was Calculus and part of her wanted to skip the class altogether. She was in no mood to be focusing on limits and functions and whatnot. She decided that it wouldn't be fair to her teacher if she just went and not paid attention so she turned around and went back to the student parking lot.
She was also reeling on the sudden change in her father's behavior. When she arrived to her home to get a change of clothes, she had expected a full on shouting match. Instead, she arrived to an empty home and a note of the refrigerator saying how he was sorry and he wanted to be there but he had to leave for work. It was unexpected but a huge relief off her shoulders. It pained her to know that her father was so quick to sentence her without her explaining the whole ordeal.
Then she thought about Damon and how he was….nice to her. She hated the way his intense blue eyes peered into her while she was crying. He was trying and she had to compliment him on that. The only other time she saw him work with such fervor was when he was in love with Elena and Katherine.
Elena. She had almost forgotten about the obsession he had with her best friend. She was confused. Did he still love Elena? Was he only with her because first prize was out of his reach? She suddenly stopped. Why did she care if he was in love with Elena? She wasn't in love with him.
The winds began to shift and trees groaned with warning. Feeling her powers tingle just beneath the surface of her skin, she turned around to face the one person she dreaded worse than Damon, and that was hard considering how much of an asshole the impulsive vampire could be.
"Bonnie, wait." Luka said jogging towards her. Bonnie tried to ignore him but he caught up to her, walking beside her. "Hey, I'm sorry what happened between my dad. He wasn't too subtle on the whole 'Salem-Bennett' question."
"You already know what I am. Get to the point already." Bonnie said with a harden voice.
"He didn't mean any harm. He was just wanted to know if you were a real Bennett. There are not a lot of them left as you may already know."
On the outside Bonnie was stoic but in the inside, she was feeling grief of the passing of Grams. It was there, still painful and gut-wrenching. "It should be obvious to the supernatural community that a Bennett is still alive."
The brown-eyed teen smirked at her fire. It was that reason alone that confirmed her as the one, the heir, and the mother. "We're on the same side, Bonnie. We witches and warlocks are all basically family. We have to stick together."
Suddenly the leaves around them danced and soared towards the sky. Luka smiled and the red and gold leaves created a small funnel, one that was powerful yet mesmerizing.
Bonnie wanted to believe the words he was saying. She hadn't had a real family since Grams had passed away. Yet her magic was forewarning her about the menacing threat he posed to her and her friends. She looked him straight in the eye and snapped her fingers. All at once, the whirling leaves caught on fire, raining ashes directly above them. "You let your father know that I am indeed a Bennett witch. And seeing that he knows a lot about my ancestral heritage, he should know we Bennetts don't like being threatened."
She pivoted on her heels and walked straight to her car. She had to let the others know about the Martins. They were definite a threat to them.
Caroline sat a booth in the Grille semi stalking Matt again. He was working the afternoon shift and she wanted to see how he was holding up. She decided to innocently engage him in conversation. "Hi, Matt." She said. He brushed past her with only a 'Hi' and started to bust a messy table behind her.
The blonde sighed dejectedly and decided to leave, seeing that there was no reason to stay. She was about to head out the door but she met Tyler head on. "Caroline, hey."
"Tyler, how are you?"
The young werewolf looked nervous. "A full moon is approaching. That's been on my mind all day."
"Do you have any clue what you're going to do?"
"I have a plan but it's kind of private."
Caroline scoffed at him, shocked. "Really? I told you my big secret and now you decide to go all secret services on me?"
She started to walk away but Tyler grabbed her arm. "Wait. I'm sorry. I'm being a dick. Look I need your help ok? Will you go with me somewhere?"
The young vampire smiled, glad that he trusted her enough to let her in on his plan. "Fine. Tyler but you have to tell me everything. Ask Bonnie. She cannot lie to me, it's impossible."
They both laugh at the silliness of it. Tyler never noticed before how contagious her smile was. It was as bright as a million suns. He had a feeling that the transformation was going to be brutal. He was glad he had Caroline to help him through this. After all, she was just as alone as he was.
Damon sat at the bar in the Grille. Half of the day had already passed and he already was feeling crappy. Katherine wanted to make Bonnie open up the tomb for her just so they could get the moonstone. He didn't want to do it. Bonnie was going through a lot of things and he didn't know how she would fair casting the spell. Ugh, and Elena. She didn't realize that everyone wanted to keep her safe.
He signaled to the bartender who placed another drink in front of him. He waved him off, guzzling the drink down in one gulp. Last night, sleeping beside her warm body made him feel really good. It took a lot of his control not to reach over and nuzzle her soft, delectable neck.
He closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure, feeling his pants tightened in response. "Can I get a coke to go?"
Damon swiveled in his chair to face Jeremy sitting down next to him. He rolled his blue eyes in annoyance. The Gilberts seemed to have that effect on him. "This here's the adult section. The kiddie table where you wandered off from is back there."
Jeremy rolled his brown eyes at the vampire, while thanking the bartender for his drink. "Is it true? Did you force Bonnie into having sex with you?" Jeremy said his voice tinted with anger.
"What the witch and I do doesn't concern you, preteen. Leave it alone." The vampire warned irritation present in his tone.
"It does concern me. I've known her my entire life. She's a great person. She deserves to be treated by someone who will adore her, not tossed aside like yesterday's garbage."
Damon wondered why in the hell Gilbert junior started up this conversation in the first place. But after hearing the ardor underlying his words, Damon had no doubt he had more than platonic feelings towards the witch, his witch.
"I understand now. You are sweet on the little witch. Listen here and listen good, you little shit. Bonnie is mine! You can't handle a woman like Bonnie. Besides, all of the women you've had were killed. Not a good track record."
Jeremy's fists balled with ire. How dare he bring up Vicki and Anna. "You can't handle a woman like Bonnie either. You had to use force to get her. Tell me something; are you still in love with my sister?"
Damon felt the monster in him trying to claw its way onto the surface and rip the teen's eyes out. Oh he would've love to except he had too many witnesses and Bonnie wouldn't forgive him for that. "Tell me something; how does it feel to know my child is nestling inside Bonnie? It must suck. What can you offer her? That's right, jack shit. I may me the biggest dick on the planet but with me she'll be safe."
Damon got up from the chair and reached into his wallet, poured out a couple of twenties tipping the bartender handsomely. Before he left, he cockily smiled to the teen. "Just to let you know, Bonnie looked absolutely sinful last night when she was wearing nothing but my shirt while she slept in my bed."
He chuckled as he walked out of the Grill. That fucking kid was going to learn that anybody who fucks with Damon Salvatore gets their hearts ripped out of their chest. All he had to do was ask Mason Lockwood.
Elena found herself once again outside the Salvatore Boarding House. This is what she had to do. She couldn't let her friends die because of her. If anyone got hurt, it would be on her and no one else. Knocking on the door, she waited for a couple of seconds before it opened revealing Rose. Just the person she wanted to see. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah sure it's not my house."
Rose moved and Elena walked in, headed straight into the parlor. She looked around, trying to see if anyone else was here. "Who else is here?"
"Well, Stefan and Damon left earlier in the morning and the Bennett left not too long ago."
Elena's brown eyes widen. "Bonnie was here?"
Rose went to the bar and poured herself a drink. "Yeah she slept over."
Elena was confused. Bonnie slept over? She knew Bonnie hated Damon; she couldn't forgive him from what happened. So why was she sleeping over? "Oh. Rose, I need your help. Can you ask your friend Slater to get more information on Klaus?"
"Don't think so. Last time I did that, someone tried to blow up a coffee shop with me in it. Why are you coming to me with this?"
"Because you're the only one who can help me. Stefan and Damon are trying to risk their lives for me. I need more information of Klaus. Please."
The vampire sighed at her attempts. "They're only trying to protect you."
"Not if it means killing themselves in the process. Look Rose, if you help me, I'll help you."
Rose scoffed. "What help could you possibly offer me?"
"It just so happens that I am best friends with a powerful Bennett witch. I could convince her to make you a day walking ring. You'd be able to walk around in the sun."
Rose pondered her offer. It would be nice to walk around in the sun. She hadn't seen the sun up close in nearly 560 years. Damn the Petrova line! "Fine, I'll help you. One condition though. You have to drive."
"Deal." Elena was glad it only took this much persuasion to convince Rose to help her. If Stefan and Damon found out, they would try to stop her but it needed to be done. They all sacrificed themselves to protect her, now it was her turn.
A few hours later, Bonnie arrived at the house and much to Damon's chagrin; she was accompanied by the snotty nosed teen. As Bonnie leaned on the desk in the study, Damon was thinking about how many ways he could kill the Gilbert without leaving a body. Stefan saw the glaring Damon was giving Jeremy and he cleared his throat, making Damon direct his glare towards him. Bonnie was oblivious to any of this. Stefan spoke first. "Bonnie, is there any way we could get the moonstone from Katherine?"
"I might be able to lower the tomb spell long enough for you to get in there and grab it."
Jeremy spoke up, thinking about Bonnie's safety. "How? I mean last time it took both you and your Grams and look what happened to her.
Bonnie visibly winced at the mention of her mentor. "Jeremy, I'm well aware of what happened, thank you. I've learned a few new things.
Jeremy didn't look convinced. After what happened in his room, he knew Bonnie wasn't strong enough. "Bonnie…" He warned.
She ignored him, changing the subject. "How will you get it?"
"She hasn't been feeding; she's weakened, barely able to stand."
The witch didn't sound satisfied with the answer. "You'd be underestimating her. We're talking about Katherine here. She could have something up her sleeve."
Damon scoffed. "The only thing she's able to do is rot away. It's a plan. Is it perfect? What plan is?"
"What about if I go in and get the moonstone? I have my ring. I could easily get in and get out. Bonnie wouldn't have to perform any unnecessary spells." Jeremy offered.
Bonnie smiled at the gesture but Damon was fuming at the teen's pathetic act of trying to protect his witch. "Gee, thanks you 16 year old child. Why didn't we think of that? You're an idiot, why are you even here?"
Bonnie glared at Damon's verbal abuse. "Damon…" she cautioned. He looked at her and sighed heading to the bar where he poured himself a glass of AB negative.
She watched him for a moment before she spoke to Jeremy and Stefan. "Maybe there's a way I can make the plan a little more prefect. Do you have anything that belonged to Katherine?"
The brothers looked at each other, silently asking the other. Damon shrugged his shoulders. "I threw all of the bitch's stuff away when I found out she betrayed me." Stefan thought about it, mentally cataloguing all of his possessions. "I might have something of hers."
He sped up the stairs and returned not a moment later. He gave Bonnie a metal picture frame of Katherine dated back to 1864. "Thanks. Now I need a shallow bowl and a glass of water." Damon nodded and sped into the kitchen, returning with the necessary items. He smiled at the witch and placed them in front of her then moved to her side.
Everyone watched as Bonnie placed the frame into the bowl, silently chanting. She added a few drops of water and the group watched as the frame burst into flames. The fire made quick work of the metal, turning into ash.
"What will this do?" Damon asked intrigued.
"The ash used from the picture will incapacitate Katherine. But it will only last for a minute or two. I should be able to hold the spell up for that long so you would need to hurry."
The magic retreated back into her body, leaving her feeling lightheaded. Damon grabbed Bonnie by the waist and moved her so that she could lean into him. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the room from spinning. She vaguely smelled a unique blend of scotch and cologne that made her feel oddly at peace.
The couple stayed like this until Jeremy cleared his throat and Bonnie came to her senses. She hastily opened her eyes and looked up to see shocking ice blue eyes staring down at her. Damon released his arm and she stepped back, making as much room as she could between them.
The vampire silently growled at the mortal for interrupting and moved away towards his brother before he did something stupid like killing him.
Jeremy smirked at getting on the vampire's nerves. He would show Damon that he was willing to fight him for Bonnie.
Stefan watched the way the teen openly displayed his feelings for the witch and sighed. Maybe he should have the talk with Jeremy soon before Damon decided to kill him.
Bonnie started to pour the ashes onto the table when Stefan and Damon came back with the torches needed to light the tomb. The elder vampire saw how close Jeremy was to his witch and he didn't like it one bit. He silently snarled, his eyes wavering back and forth between icy blue and obscure black.
"Bonnie, you ready?" He harshly asked.
"Give me a minute or two, I'm almost done."
Stefan saw the way Damon was clutching the wooden railing, almost splintering it in half. The green-eyed vampire grabbed Damon's arm, practically pushing him towards the door.
Jeremy waited until he couldn't hear the footsteps before he started to speak. "Bonnie, what are you thinking? You're not strong enough!"
"I'll be fine. Don't worry."
"Bonnie, you could die, both of you could die."
She knew what the risks were, more than anyone. "I won't die, Jeremy. I'll be fine. I promise."
Bonnie and Jeremy both knew she was lying. There was a chance that Bonnie wouldn't come back and they both knew it. "Thanks for worrying about me."
The teen smiled. "No problem, Bonnie. I'm happy to be worrying about you."
The witch chuckled and Jeremy was ecstatic to see her beautiful smile. "Hey can you find something to put this in?"
"Sure." The witch left, looking for a container. Making sure that Bonnie wasn't looking, he slipped some of the ash into his pocket. He knew that Bonnie wasn't going to be fine. If she attempted the spell, it would kill her and her unborn child. He needed to do all he could in order for her safety. He'd prove to Damon that he could not only protect her but do it better than he could.
Bonnie found a small Ziploc bag and poured ash into it, making sure that none was wasted. "Bonnie, I'll meet you at the tomb, okay?"
"Yeah sure. I have to go home and get my grimoire anyways. I left it there this morning."
He smiled and left heading towards the door. Bonnie sighed and closed her eyes. She knew that the spell was going to kill her. She wasn't as powerful as Emily and that would be her ultimate downfall. It was true what she told Jeremy, Bennett witches don't die old and this was going prove that statement true.
She was about to head out when she was detained by Damon. "Wanted to make sure you were alright."
"I'm fine Damon. We have to stop by my house. I left my grimoire there this morning."
Every step he took towards her, she took a step backwards. The scent of her made him want to bury his nose in the crook of her neck. "How is your father?"
"He left me a note telling me he was sorry but actions speak way louder than words." She kept taking a step back until she was blocked by a wall. He moved past the barrier of her personal space and caressed her cheek, loving the softness of it. "They do, don't they?"
"Damon…"
He shushed her, as he lowered his nose to her neck. Her scent hit him full forced, enveloping him in ecstasy. The humming of her power just below the surface made him groaned out in pleasure. He felt himself harden in his black, leather pants and his fangs accidently brushed the crook of her neck.
The witch was drenched in fear. Unpleasant memories flashed in front of her emerald green eyes, hindering her ability to control her powers. They lashed out, pushing Damon into the wall across from them. He looked up to see the frightful expression she wore.
"I'm sorry." She quietly whispered. He got back on his feet, fascinated by the powerfulness of her powers. She tried to run but he gently grabbed her by the arm, discontinuing her from escaping. "Don't be, Bonnie. I should be the one apologizing. You're not ready to forgive me and I'm not trying to force you. Come on, I bet my little brother is all atwitter about us."
Damon led her out to the car and sure enough Stefan was pacing back and forth. "Little brother, haven't I told you your broodiness is going to create more wrinkles in your forehead. God knows it had exceeded its limit."
Stefan flipped him off and got in the driver's side of his charger. Damon opened the door for Bonnie earning him a laugh from Stefan. Once she was in, he closed the door and hopped into the passenger side. Stefan continued to laugh at his older brother's chivalry but stopped when Damon glared fiercely at him. The ride was going to be an interesting one indeed.
Damon, Bonnie, and Stefan arrived at the tomb thirty minutes later. They would've been reached the tomb earlier but as usual Damon had been an ass when Bonnie didn't want to invite him into her house.
"Guess little Gilbert ran away with his tail between his legs." Damon said, looking around.
Bonnie scanned the area as well and she found nothing. "He should've been here by now."
"Oh well." Damon smirked. His cell phone began to ring. He opened it, not bothering to see who the caller was. "Who is this?"
"Damon, don't be angry with me."
"I already am. What did you do?"
Rose sighed, hearing the anger in his voice. "You need to get to Richmond immediately."
"You have three seconds to tell me what you did. One…Two…"
"Elena asked me to bring her to Richmond in order to get info on Klaus from Slater. I didn't know she was trying to offer herself to him in exchange for you and everyone whose part of the curse. He has a flat about three blocks from the coffee shop. It's pretty big and gothic. You won't be able to miss it."
Damon silently swore at Elena and tendency of trying to be a fucking martyr. He'd deal with Rose later, Elena was his main objective. "Stay there, I'm on my way."
He hung up the phone, turning his attention to the witch and his brother. "I'm needed in Richmond. You're going to have to go without me." Stefan nodded and headed down the stairs. Bonnie was about to follow him when Damon grabbed her arm, halting her movements. He stared into the deep green eyes. "Try not to get yourself killed."
The witch nodded and he blurred from her sight, leaving her alone. She headed down the stairs, hugging her grimoire close to her. Soemthing told her that whatever needed his attention in Richmond was serious, possibly even life threatening.
Damon appeared at Slater's apartment within minutes. Rose was right; it was gothic. The place screamed that a vampire lived here. He quickly found Elena. He turned her around, making her stare into his eyes.
Elena screamed at the sudden appearance of the vampire. "What are you doing here?" He asked her, anger dripping off his tongue.
"What are you doing here?"
They both looked up to see Rose entering the room. For Elena, his silence was deafening. "Rose, you called him?"
The brunette sighed. "I'm sorry but it's for your own good."
"She's right. Come on, we're leaving." He grabbed her arm but she shrugged him off, openly defying him.
"No." The brunette started to back away. She was not leaving. This was her only chance to save her friends.
"I said we're leaving. You aren't in any position to make decisions anymore. It's obvious to everyone that you can't even keep your own self safe."
"I don't even make my own decisions anymore. You and Stefan do that for me. This is my decision."
Damon was fuming at Elena's actions. He was about to yell at the stupid doppelgänger when he felt something ominous. He couldn't pinpoint it but it was there. It paralyzed his senses, like a dark tidal wave showering him. All of a sudden, he smelled honey and cinnamon. It then clicked, Bonnie was in trouble and she needed him, severely.
"Rose!" He called out. The vampire emerged, alarmed. "I need you to take Elena home."
Rose nodded. Damon gripped Elena's arm again causing her to shake it off yet again. He didn't have time to deal with this. "Rose is going to take you straight home so get your things and get your ass out that door. You're not a child, don't act like one."
Rose grabbed Elena by her arm and started to lead her towards the door when it burst open revealing three obvious vampires.
"Hello, we're here for the doppelgänger."
Elena tried to wriggle free from Rose's grip when Damon gripped her shoulder, applying pressure. "Move again and I will easily break your shoulder blade."
Elena stopped, fearful that Damon would carry out his threat. Unexpectedly, the lights went out. The sounds or grunting could be heard. When they came back on seconds later, everyone gasped as the three vampires were dead with holes in their chest.
Standing at the doorway was Elijah with hands drenched in blood. Everyone gasped as Elijah smiled. Damon was beyond shocked. "I killed you. You're dead."
The Original calmly walked towards them, kicking the bodies away from his path. "Have been for centuries now."
Damon moved in front of the girls, shielding them with his form. Elijah chuckled. "I'll be seeing you." He said as he sped away. Once he was gone, he sighed and turned towards the girls. "Take her back to the Boarding House. I have to go."
Damon sighed and sped off. Something was wrong with Bonnie; and if it was serious, he'd never forgive himself.
Bonnie stopped at the bottom of the stairs watching Stefan take out the torches. She followed his gaze to the small, milky white stone laying a few feet from them.
"What the hell?" Stefan asked, reaching for it.
"That can't be the moonstone right?"
Stefan and Bonnie walked over to it, picking it up cautiously. Sure enough it was the moonstone they had been trying to get. "What is it doing out here?" Bonnie asked the vampire.
"I hate to intrude on your conversation but today have been full of unexpected surprises."
Katherine walked up to the barrier, her lips covered in dark red blood. She looked normal, her body swayed confidently. She reached over to reveal Jeremy bleeding from his neck; Katherine had obviously been feeding from him.
"I'm sorry. I took some of the powder and went here alone." Jeremy wheezed from loss of blood.
"Katherine, you bitch!" Bonnie hissed.
"Tsk, tsk. Such naughty words. Don't worry; I know he's wearing his ring. No matter how many times I kill him, he'll just keep coming back for more. You know I hate persistent men but they're fun to play with. Tell you what, I'll go in the back and play with my new boy toy and you just ring when you have the tomb open." She dragged the teen behind her, going farther into the tomb.
Stefan roared, angry with his sire. "Get back here, Katherine!"
"Tick, tock Stefan."
Stefan turned towards Bonnie who was near tears. "Don't worry, Stefan. I'll open the tomb." She handed Stefan the plastic bag. "It'll only work for a few minutes. I'll tell you when it opens."
Stefan reached for the bag depositing in his pants pocket. He then reached inside the bag pulling out the torches as instructed in a pentagram, with Bonnie at the center. Bonnie flipped through the grimoire, looking for the page with the right spell. She found it and hugged it closer to her.
Closing her eyes, the young witch focused on the power of the flame, the flames, and the magic running through her veins. She needed all the power she could harness in order for it to work. Stefan watched as Bonnie started to chant, quietly at first but as time passed by, it increased.
Katherine came out from within the tomb and watched. Jeremy tried to shake free from her grip but it proved useless. "Stefan, stop her! It's too much for her, it'll kill her!"
Katherine shook him to be quiet. "You underestimate Bennett witches. I did and look where it got me."
Everyone watched as the tomb walls shook and rattled with each chant. The flames grew higher and higher until it reached the celling. Stefan, worried, tried to enter the pentagram but was forced back by an invisible barrier.
Then all of a sudden, Bonnie rose a few feet from the ground, hovering over her own circle. After a couple of seconds, Bonnie slowly made her way to the ground and the tomb became quiet after the witch stopped her chanting.
The young witch slowly opened her eyes and Stefan noticed how the hue of her eyes changed. It was more of a dark green compared to her usual emerald green. "Bonnie?"
She slowly turned her attention to the vampire, her eyebrows raised at him. He understood her gesture clearly. He sped towards Katherine, who wore an expression of glee. Pulling out the bag, he quickly opened it, blowing all of it in her face. She roared in anger, feeling the effect of the powder immobilizing her.
Jeremy walked out of the tomb with Stefan in tow. He ran up to Bonnie who still hadn't moved since opened her eyes. "Bonnie?" He said shaking her. She looked directly at them, her green eyes glazed over. Jeremy knew that look and panicked. "Bonnie? Please say something."
Bonnie carelessly dropped her book, ending the spell and the walls shook once more as the flames died out. Stefan hurried to relight them but his actions were rendered useless as the flames reignited by themselves.
Jeremy and Stefan watched as Bonnie's eyes closed and blood began to rapidly flow from Bonnie's ears, eyes, nose and mouth. Her body violently shook, throwing her to the ground and them away from her. Stefan recovered quickly whereas Jeremy was knocked out cold.
He grabbed her head, keeping her from injuring herself further. A gust of wind breezed by him and he looked up to see Damon staring worriedly at them. "Grab her legs, keep her from moving." He said his tone flat and emotionless.
Stefan hurriedly pinned down her legs as Damon bit into his wrist. He forced the wound into her mouth, trying to give her as much as he could. "Goddamn you Bonnie, drink!" She wasn't drinking and both heartbeats were getting fainter by the second.
She coughed up blood, it spilling out the corners of her mouth. "Please, Bonnie. Drink." When he felt her latch onto his wrist, he heard the heartbeats increase in speed and he sighed. Before he removed his wrist, he made sure Bonnie had more than enough. Her seizures and the blood flow had stopped and Stefan let go, grateful that Bonnie was ok.
"Damon, I'm sor-" Stefan started by Damon stopped him.
"Don't. Not Now." He picked up Bonnie, making sure he was gentle. The vampire ignored the unconscious teen and headed out of the tomb. He sped out into the night, taking the back roads to avoid being seen.
Once he arrived at the Boarding house, he sped up to his room. Damon made sure he removed the bloody clothes and cleaned off the still wet blood that had accumulated around her face. He grabbed a grey shirt and carefully changed her.
The impulsive vampire watched in anger as she slept. He wanted blood, he wanted revenge! Something to quell the monster, the beast inside him. He'd almost lost it seeing her shake like that. He'd almost lost them both, and something in him snapped. Tears freely flowed from his blue eyes, his humanity shining through the blackness of his undead heart. Nothing like this would happen ever again, he would definitely make sure he kept his promise.
Caroline handed Tyler a glass of scotch. Earlier he had shown her the old Lockwood slave quarters. They had found Mason's old journal which led them to watch a video of Mason's transformation. She could tell by the way Tyler shifted in his seat that he didn't want anything to do with transforming.
"Thanks." He chugged it one gulp. "I'm sorry Caroline but I can't do that!" Tyler's hands shook. The video showed Mason slowly turning. The young werewolf was horrified at the anguish Mason went through.
"All you have to do Tyler is to get through this first transformation. Mason wrote that it speeds up after time." Caroline said in an effort to cheer him up.
Tyler poured himself another drink; he needed something to occupy his hands with. "Why are you helping me?" He didn't understand. Caroline was a vampire, his problems didn't concern her, didn't affect her at all.
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you care? Sure we grew up together but we weren't friends before."
Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "You look like you needed it. I was alone when I transformed. I slipped up and killed somebody. It took me awhile to learn how to control myself with other people. I don't want that to happen to you, Tyler."
Tyler looked into her ocean blue eyes. She killed someone? He would've never guessed it from the way she acted. Come to think of it, Caroline seemed different. She wasn't the dumb blond bimbo anymore. Her eyes told him that she had seen the real hideousness of life, the real monsters.
He was about to reply but the doorbell rang. "I got to get that." She half smiled. He watched as she walked away and he realized that she wore more black these days. He heard her open the door.
"Hey, Matt."
The blond haired boy looked frazzled. "I know I should've call but I just had to see you."
"Are you ok? I've been worrying about you." Caroline kept glancing back to the house. She didn't want Matt to see Tyler and get the wrong idea.
"I miss you."
Caroline's undead heart fluttered at the three words. She did love Matt; she only tried to keep him away because she didn't trust herself around him. She just had to smile brightly.
The golden haired boy smiled at her nonverbal answer. Caroline watched as the smile disappeared completely. She turned around and saw Tyler open the door. Crap!
Tyler wanted to make his presence known intentionally. Matt may be his friend and all, but he had no idea about Caroline and somehow that made him feel really good.
"I'm just going to go." Matt said as he turned and walked back towards his truck. Caroline tried to make Matt understand.
"Matt, wait up."
The blonde seemed not to hear her because he started up his truck and left. Caroline sighed. This was not the way things were supposed to go.
"Sorry." Tyler said. He too turned and left. For some reason, the incident with Matt made him smile a little.
Caroline stomped back into her house and slammed the door with more force than necessary. She'd finally got Matt to look her way and then this happened. She sped up to her room and grabbed her phone. She was long overdue for girl gossip. She dialed Bonnie's number, knowing that Bonnie could be counted on to listen to her ranting. It rang for a total of seven times before it routed her to the voicemail. She tried again and again hoping that she'd pick up.
Each time she got her voicemail and each time her concern grew. Deciding that she should go to her house, the blond grabbed her keys and sped down the stairs. Maybe it was an irrational fear that she had, but it felt like something she needed to look into.
Damon made his way down the stairs and into the parlor. It had already been an hour and Bonnie hadn't yet to awaken. He grew concerned. He picked up a glass and filled it with blood. He had given a lot of blood to Bonnie and he needed to feed. He just didn't want to leave her.
He had started to pace when he sensed his younger brother entering the house. Stefan walked in and sighed, sitting into the nearest chair. "Don't start." Stefan said, clearly tired and drained.
Damon bared his fangs at him. "Who the fuck is you to tell me shit? You better tell me what the fuck happened down there!"
"When we got there, the moonstone was already out of the tomb. Problem was, Jeremy had gone on ahead and tried to get the moonstone himself, leading to him being kept as Katherine's never ending blood supply. Katherine bargained her freedom with Jeremy's life which made Bonnie cast the spell. We got him out, at a price."
The elder vampire growled at the mention of Jeremy's role in all of this. "Wait till I get my hand on that little fucking preteen. I'm going to shove my foot so far up his ass!"
"Damon, you can't do anything to him."
"The hell I can't! That little shit tried to challenge me over my property. The little witch is mine."
Stefan eyes widen. "So you've noticed. Don't worry Damon, I'll talk to him. Tell me why you left."
Damon grabbed the blood and sipped it, feeling the red liquid glide down his throat. "Your girlfriend dragged Rose to Richmond in order to sacrifice herself to Klaus. I had to practically drag her ass. Oh and Elijah is alive. Don't know how, but he's alive."
"What? How is that? I saw you stake him in the heart."
"Yeah well, he's undead and fucking strong I can tell you that."
Damon refilled his glass and abstinently swirled the contents in the glass around. The truth was, he was worried. Worried about Bonnie, worried about the moonstone, and worried about the Originals and Klaus. He glanced up the stairs, wanting to go check up on her.
Stefan watched his brother who was deep in thought. "How is she?"
"Stable and asleep. She lost a lot of blood."
Stefan got up and walked towards his brother. "She'll survive Damon. She's a Bennett, powerful and strong just like Emily."
Damon scoffed at his brother's optimistic words and headed towards the stairs. Going into his room, the vampire pulled up a chair, placing it by the bed. He sat in it, determined to watch the witch sleep. He was their protector; it was time he started to act like it.
A/N: Ahh, another chapter finished! Man I just have to say that this was a hard chapter to write. There were so many reviews that I just had to quickly finish this chapter. I think I cried when Damon found Bonnie. Oh and the scene with Jeremy and Damon? I wanted to make it in a public place where they would have to be low key about it. I would really love to hear everybody's opinion on the chapter. Reviews are like being invited into Damon's bedroom. It makes you jump up and down in girlish glee.
Bamon forever, Infrena