Watching Elena sleep in a coffin was unsettling. Bonnie saw her chest move up and down as she breathed, when she held her hand, she felt the pulse of her blood running through her veins. Yet she couldn't get over the notion that behind something as peaceful and serene as sleeping there was something so dark and evil.

She knew that Elena would wake up one day. To Bonnie, Elena was dead and ironically, she did all in her power not to wake her up, because it would mean only one thing: that she herself was dead. She had bought this house to keep Elena safe, because everyone thought she was hidden in a warehouse in Brooklyn. But it was the people who loved her the most who were the most likely to hurt her. With the new danger having come to town, and after the Salvatore brothers had turned their humanity off, Bonnie felt obliged to protect Elena herself.

The last favour Bonnie needed from Elena was a few ounces of her blood, this time not because she was a doppelgänger (that didn't mean much anymore), but because she was the Cure now.

"How much do you think is enough?" Bonnie called Enzo. She measured the right amount of Elena's blood in a syringe. "Enzo?"

"I can't get in." Enzo stood upset at the door, although he had just been inside talking to her.

"But I invited you in," she said nervously. "Come in."

Enzo tried again, but unsuccessfully.

"What is going... Enzo? Enzo!"

Enzo opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His eyes were empty and soulless. He collapsed on his knees and then fell down, without a sign of life. Stefan Salvatore stood above him, with face of a beast, the Ripper, and if there had been her good friend inside him, he was locked deep, deep inside without any chance of getting out. He held Enzo's heart in his hand like a trophy, and blood was dripping on Enzo's lifeless body.

"Enzo!" Bonnie yelled. Before she got to run to him, Stefan rushed to her and disabled her.

"I know why you're here. I won't let you do this to Elena. I will kill you," Bonnie clenched her teeth.

"You can do nothing, you powerless human," Stefan smiled without humour and broke her neck. "See you in hell."

After getting gas from the trunk of his car and getting inside, where no other vampire could enter, Stefan heard a familiar sound. Damon's Camaro. Too late, brother, he thought as he pourred the gas on Elena's body and all around the room. With Bonnie dead, how long could it take before Elena would wake up from her life-long sleep?

"Stefan!" Damon shouted. "Stefan, stop it, you don't have to do this. Please."

Stefan threw a match into the room and everything burst in flames, including Elena's coffin.

"Stefan, come out and let's talk. It doesn't have to be like this, just come out. Stefan, please!"

"Why don't you come in, brother?" Stefan shouted as he watched the fire spread. He walked out the door, patted Damon on his back and grinned. "Go," he grinned. "Save your girlfriend."

He expected Damon to attack him, so he prepared every muscle in his body to protect himself, but he heard only a whisper: "Bonnie."

Damon only just noticed the lifeless body across the hall, only a few feet from the room where Elena was burning alive.

"You killed Bonnie!" he shouted at Stefan, debating whether he should go after him and kill him. Just when the killer in him was getting ready, in a blink of an eye, he saw Bonnie move.

She slowly opened her eyes, confused and dazed by the fire, and having trouble to breathe. But all that was nothing compared to what she felt inside: immense hunger.

When she realized where she was and what was happening around her, she noticed she still held the syringe with Elena's blood in her hand.

"Damon!" she called. The syringe slid across the floating floor and stopped by the treshold, where Damon could take it. Bonnie hoped he would realize it was the Cure and what to do with it.

Damon understood immediately. Even though he had all the reasons, he didn't hesitate a single moment and used his vamp speed to surprise Stefan, who was walking away with a satisfied grin after fulfilled task, with one simple stick to the neck.

"Guess we won't have to worry about turning your switch on, bro," Damon said, looking down at Stefan who passed out, being no longer a vampire.

Meanwhile, Bonnie managed to tear off a carpet from the floor in another room, where the fire hadn't spread yet. It felt like forever before she put out just enough fire to get to Elena. She would not accept the idea that it was too late to save her; that was not an option. Between countless coughs, she dragged her out of her coffin and subsequently out of the front door, surprising herself with her strength.

Damon waited for her at the door and when Bonnie got close enough, he took Elena from her and moved her as far from the house as possible. He was horrified when he saw her. Her skin had burns all over it, nasty ones; the body hardly resembled Elena. A slight feeling of relief ran through him when he heard her weak heartbeat. She was alive.

Same couldn't be said about Bonnie.

Bonnie ran as far from the burning house as she could, then she stumbled and fell down. She looked at her hands and arms, that had just moments ago saved Elena's life - again. The burns she had weren't disimilar from those caused from Rayna Cruz's blood. Yet she couldn't manage to feel this pain, because the only thing on her mind was the pain of hunger. For blood, she concluded. And for some reason, the hunger made everything else seem insignificant. As soon as she got Elena out and the danger of death was not so immediate, everything seemed to be in a blur. All the light both from the sun and from the fire was blinding, sounds were louder than ever. She knew it was a matter of hours when she would lose the ability to think clearly, and a few more hours before she'd take her last breath.

Damon had no other option than to call emergency; the vampire blood wouldn't heal Elena anymore. He almost forgot Bonnie was even there, having eyes only for Elena. Bonnie just at that moment could let in the fact that Enzo was dead.

She got up and sped to his body. She moved his head to her lap and caressed it.

"Enzo. Enzo," she repeated with a dull voice, swallowing her own tears. "No, no, no, no..."

"Enzo!" she screamed. "No!" she cried. The pain felt like a heart being torn out from her chest, as if her body as a whole had been being taken away from her. Now she forgot completely about the hunger.

Suddenly, someone touched her arm.

"Bonnie, hey." It was Damon. He was careful as if she'd been about to explode any second. She stared at him and her eyes were empty, that for a moment he thought she didn't see him.

"Come, we'll put him in the car," he said softly.


Elena was in coma at the intensive care unit. Doctors told him her life wasn't in danger and she didn't need any transplatation of skin, but the healing would take weeks. He wasn't surprised, and it didn't matter because she was not going to wake up. Technically speaking, she was in coma for the next six decades at least.

"Hey," Bonnie walked in, seeing Damon sit by Elena's bed. Only hospital beep, beep filled the air. Bonnie's head still hurt from the excessive crying.

"I felt so powerless today," he said quietly. "I couldn't stop him."

"It's not your fault," Bonnie objected. "If anyone's to blame, it's Stefan."

"It was Cade," Damon said. "He knew that taking the thing I care about the most away from me would make me want to go to hell."

"Anything but live without her," he added.

"What did the doctors say, anyway?"

Damon grinned. "That she should have a rest. In fact, they say that if everything goes alright, she should wake up today. Which we all know she won't. You got her out soon enough, though, so the burns aren't as bad, but they're still scared of infection. They will keep her at least forenight."

"That won't hinder anything," Bonnie remarked. "I guess she's safer here than locked up somewhere in a coffin."

"Certainly."

"Poor Elena," Bonnie uttered a sigh.

"Poor fragile-human Elena," he corrected her. "I'm starting to regret that I wasn't selfish enough to keep the cure away from her."

Bonnie frowned and categorically said: "You make it sound as though you'd lied to her."

"What do you mean?" Damon asked as if cought by surprise.

"You never wanted to be human, and neither did you want her to be."

"Of course not," Damon sniffed. "But I would do anything to be with her and to make her happy."

"But you don't want to take the cure," she insisted.

"Yes, I do, Bon. I want to grow old with Elena, I want to have children with Elena, I want everything with Elena. Whatever she wants, I want it with her. She thought I wouldn't want to take it, she sent Stefan to change my mind, and guess what: not happening."

"I know all that," Bonnie dismissed, "and I'm not convinced."

"Well, that's not my problem."

"Stefan's the cure now," she noted.

"So what?"

"You'll have to find him and get it from him."

"There's a plenty of time to do that." Damon waved his hand.

She almost told him that she wasn't so sure Stefan would survive till tomorrow, but suddenly...

"Oh my god, did you see that?" Bonnie said, pointing at Elena.

Elena's fingers started moving. Damon heard her breath go faster. Then her lips moved as well. She gasped loudly. And she opened her eyes.

"Elena?" Damon whispered, and then said her name once again.

"Am I awake?" she asked.

"You are," Damon assured her.

Looking all around her, realizing she was in hospital and feeling all the burns and all the hardness of her breathing, piercing through her lungs, she couldn't but ask what happened.

"That's complicated," Damon smiled. His eyes shone for the tears of happiness.

"Why am I burnt?" she asked again. "I was on fire? Did anyone try to kill me? Was it Kai?"

"Ho, slow down, Elena," Damon calmed her down. "Too many questions at once for a girl sleeping so long. If I answered one, you would ask twenty more."

"How long was I asleep?"

Damon was silent as if he hadn't wanted to tell her. But in fact, he was counting, because the time without her felt like centuries even without his peculiar perception of time as a vampire.

"Wait. If I'm awake, that means that..." Elena stopped.

"Almost five years," Bonnie said hesitantly, as if the voice hadn't even belonged to her. She stood in a corner across the room, hidden in the shadow.

"Bonnie!" Elena exclaimed when she saw her. "You're here! That means you broke the spell!"

Bonnie smiled and didn't say anything.

At that moment, staring at her, Damon finally understood what he hadn't seen up to this point: Bonnie hadn't broken the spell. And when she had laid lifelessly in that house earlier today, she hadn't been knocked out by Stefan, not even had she fainted from the smoke. She had been dead.

"Yeah, Elena, I'm here," Bonnie said.

Her lips smiled, but her eyes gave away it was a lie, one that Elena didn't see. Now only Damon knew what was going through her mind at that moment. Happiness and relief over Elena, hatred towards Stefan, and grief for the loss of Enzo. Above all, hunger. He knew she could have fed yet and complete the transtition. He promptly came up with a plan how to get her a blood bag as fast as possible. Shouldn't be so hard in a hospital, he thought.

What Damon didn't presume was that she didn't want to finish the transition. She had to leave the hospital before she broke down from all the goodbyes that she was supposed to say. She had to leave because the scent of blood, constantly lingering in the air in this building, was driving her insane.


Bonnie drove back to Mystic Falls, with Enzo's dessicated body in the trunk. She cried, she screamed, hitting the wheel, pleading the God to bring him back. Yet the only thing that could possibly bring him back, her magic, was lost for good.

She arrived at the cemetery. She considered herself obligated to give Enzo a proper burial, and she would need one, too. She started digging: two graves side by side.

She had bought two coffins on her way, for what she had received weird faces, yet no one had said a word. Bonnie's face was a picture of pain, fatigue, grief, and added her several years.

The work was getting harder with the hunger getting more and more unbearable. She'd lost count of how many hours she had left to feed or to die.

Then out of a blue, a thought ran through her mind: Stefan had been right; no one could fight harder, stronger or longer than her. There was one last thing she had to do before putting herself to the sleep out of which one couldn't wake up.

Bonnie had to kill Stefan Salvatore.


Bonnie looked for Stefan in the Boarding House, assuming he would come back to Caroline. Yet upon her arrival, the house was empty. She at least pourred herself a glass of bourbon, hoping not only it would give her nerve, but also curb the craving for blood.

"Well, well, look who's drinking my bourbon," she heard familiar voice.

"Damon. Shouldn't you be with Elena?"

"I got her transported to Mystic Falls and now she's sleeping. Again," he explained. "But this time she's gonna wake up in your lifetime."

He pourred himself a glass as well.

"Talking about lifetimes, we need to talk," he said emphatically.

"I'm not," she said.

"I didn't ask anything!"

"I know what you're thinking. I'm not completing the transition, Damon. I can't be a vampire."

"You haven't fed yet?" he almost shouted.

"I won't."

"How the hell did it happen?" Damon asked, throwing arms in the air. "Why did you have a vampire blood in your system in first place?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I just did."

"You must drink, Bonnie."

"No."

"I can make you."

"You won't."

"You bet I will. There's no way I'm losing you, Bonnie. No freaking way." Damon put emphasis on the last three words by saying them seperately word by word.

"You knew it was gonna happen: you get Elena, you lose me."

"But that was before we knew you can live as a vampire, before you could even live a long, happy life as a human. I'm not letting you die now," Damon refused.

"Enzo's dead, Damon!" Bonnie yelled. She lost her last bit of patience, she couldn't hold up calmly anymore.

Damon couldn't oppose that, but neither could he put himself in her shoes. Obviously, if Elena died, he would kill himself on the first occasion, succumbing himself to hell and Cade. However, he didn't have a habit of comparing others to himself and vice versa.

"Okay, Bon Bon," he said. He left her alone in the living room, heading straight to the cellar. There was a refrigerator with a stock of blood bags. If you won't feed on your own, someone will have to help you, he thought. He was prepared to cram it down her throat if it were necessary. Only a little bit was enough to complete the transition.

"Where's Stefan?" Bonnie asked when Damon came back upstairs.

Damon was thunderstruck.

"I have no idea. Why?" he asked. "You're not planning on doing anything stupid, are you?"

"He killed Enzo," she mentioned once more, "I just want to get one last thing straight with him. And by the way, I may not be a vampire, but I can still smell the blood. Put it away, Damon."

"Oh, this?" Damon pulled his hand with a blood bag from behind his back. "That's for me," he shrugged. "I would share a sip or two with you, though."

"That's not open for discussion," she retorted. "How many times have I died already? I'm pretty sure I can handle another death."

"But this time we won't be able to bring you back, Bonnie! There's no Other Side anymore. Heck, there's not even another prison world where you'd be stuck living the same day all over again."

"Good, good. Because I've been to both and neither of them is a jackpot."

"Are you really giving up? You, Bonnie Bennett, of all people in the world?" Damon lowered his voice. "If this is payback for what I did to you, I take it. But think of others; Caroline, Elena, even your mom. Don't hurt them to make me suffer."

"Stop making everything about you, Damon!" she yelled. "Admit to yourself for once that the world revolves around you. It's not even about Elena or Caroline. This is my choice. Trust me, I have thought about this a million times and I know what I want. Or rather don't want."

"You're choosing death, even if you hurt people," Damon summarized.

"You're not exactly the one to give me lessons about hurting people, Damon. I don't want to become a vampire so I don't hurt people. But that's something you can't understand, can you."

"No, I can't," Damon replied.

"I have never put myself first and I have always been the one to be hurt. Since the moment vampires came into my life, it's been hell. Even if it meant meeting Enzo. How does it matter now? He wanted to take the Cure for me, Damon. He actually wanted it, he wasn't giving up anything, it was not to please me like you want to please Elena. We wanted to get old together because we loved each other. And now he's dead, and so am I. It will stay that way."

Damon cringed when she'd mentioned his promise to take the cure for Elena. She was right. Being a vampire was the second best thing that'd ever happened to him. He didn't want to be a human. He wanted to please Elena - because she was the first best thing. He could never comprehend why anyone would give up life so as not to be a vampire, and what was so tempting about being human. In his eyes, being human was desperate and unfortunate.

"I need to go," Bonnie said.

She headed to the door. She had countless places to go at in case Stefan was hiding in any of them, and only a limited amount of time left before the weakness from the lack of blood would break her and kill her.

"Where're you going?" Damon asked.

"Find Stefan," she answered without turning back.

Damon used this as a moment of surprise, because being turned around she couldn't see him coming. He clutched her so she couldn't move her arms. She screamed at him to let her go, but he was already trying to feed her the blood. She fought hard, turning her head away as far as she could from the blood bag, her lips stuck together, jaw firmly clenched. But Damon was a hundred times stronger than her. He made the mistake of setting her arms free to open her mouth, so Bonnie took advantage of that and ripped the blood bag out of his hand and threw it away. Damon, bewildered for a second, let Bonnie go. She managed to run.

She got halfway to her car when Damon jumped right in front of her. Before even realizing it, she tasted the metal taste of blood, and as much as she tried to spit it out and fight Damon, a fair amount had already passed down her throat and more and more was coming.

Bonnie stopped fighting. The damage was done. She resigned and fell on her knees. Meanwhile, Damon stopped feeding her the blood. He was struck and confused not only by her sudden submission, but also by the absence and emptiness in her eyes.

"Bonnie," he gasped.

"What did you do," she whispered without even looking at him.

"I had no choice," he said, not specifically to her, but in general trying to justify what he'd just done. He was convinced he'd done the right thing.

"What did you do!" she cried hysterically.

Bonnie got up at her feet and went to her car. Vampires were supposed to be pale and cold, which was not the case right now for Bonnie. The blood rushed to her head and the rage caused it to feel like on fire. It was like the ultimate fever. All the emotions now flooded through her, every memory felt like a present moment; Enzo's death played back and forth in her mind.

"Bonnie!" Damon shouted.

"You've made an enemy, Damon," she replied behind her shoulder. She couldn't lose any minute now.

What could be any better revenge than killing the person who had killed Enzo and also brother of the guy who had turned her into a monster? It took only one person to die. Bonnie hardly kept her eyes on the road. All she could see was Stefan's dead body and Damon's face once he'd find out.

If anyone was to blame, it was the Salvatore brothers, and Bonnie wanted to make them pay.