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An: Darker chapter sorry if not what expected. Damon will be in the next chapter

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Chapter 2: who am I? What am I?

Brookylin early 1920's

Cars came to a screaming halt in order to dodge the petite wrecked frame in the middle of the road. Young flapper women gasped and squealed at the sight of the tiny and fragile girl hitting the pavement hard. Some even swore they heard a cracking sound while others adjusted their eyes thinking they'd gone mad. Thinking they'd imagined the bright blue light that appeared out of the sky before she did. A second or two later though and no one could even recall how she got there or where she fell from.

Rhia and Ryan Robertson were the first to jump out of their car, hurling themselves in front of the crowd that had formed around the peculiar and unconscious girl.

"Well I'll be dammed poor dame." Ryan stated taking off his hat.

"Is there a doctor here anyone? Rhia screamed bending down to clear some sweaty chocolate curls from Bonnies caramel face. She was quite in awe of Bonnie's beauty. She was striking and exotic looking after all and stood out of the crowd. Rhia was not the only one to think Bonnie dazzling but strange. The way she was dressed in a red polka dot bodycon dress that was about 90 years ahead of style than their time didn't help. There were also her black converse shoes that caused utter confusion. No one saw the shoulder bag that had landed in a dumpster nearby though. Maybe she was from a small derelict town that had its own style to New York's. Rhia wondered but ignored that thought for now, remembering there was a severely injured girl to look after. But in a way she'd wished they hadn't found her. Ryan her brother was a respected man and to onlookers seemed very nice but he had a nastier side under his boyish charm, handsome looks and smoothness. Rhia thought it was because of the company he kept, all the gangsters he knew. She just wished the ambulance would come and take the broken girl away so they could leave her in safer hands.

Ryan spoke up also unable to distract himself from her beauty.

"Not enough time to act like girls and stare." He yelled at some men who were still in their cars smoking and waiting for the traffic to clear, so they could no doubt get to the nearest speakeasy and drown themselves in moonshine and prostitutes.

"Come on help me I'm going to take her to the infirmary quick. Get the hell out of your cars and be men!" Her head looked severely scraped and blood was running down her face. He noticed as his beige long jacket and white shirt were stained red from her wounds. Ryan took off his jacked placing her in it, before scooping her up and with the help of two men laid her in the back of his car. Bonnie began to quiver eyes fluttering open, muttering jumbled jargon before closing her eyes rapidly from the harsh light and blurred faces gaping at her.

Bonnies pained, sore green eyes finally fluttered open as she realised she was lying back, flat on a hard uncomfortable metal bed, the frame of which had springs scraping and poking her back. Noticing she could only see the white dingy ceiling above her Bonnie turned her head to the side which caused the dull pounding in her head to worsen. She found silver knives, syringes and viles by her side and a huge discoloured needle poking out of her arm. Bonnie struggled to sit up straight clasping her head as she could literally here the throbbing in her ears. She felt the dizziness envelop her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making her fall back again. The heaviness kept her in that position and she noticed she was dripping with sweat almost burning. Bonnie squinted pulling at the drip in her wrist that was itching crazily. She could see a nurse coming to her side, although her speech was muffled to Bonnies ringing ears and clouded migraine filled head. Her gestures suggested she was begging Bonnie to stop picking at the drip. She knew she was someone in a position to take care of her just from the way she dressed. She could just about break through the blurriness to see the woman wore a long grey undershirt with a white cotton pinafore over it. She wore a cotton hat and white shoes and looked to be in her 30's. She had glowing skin and amber slash brown eyes. Before Bonnie could take in more of her appearance she realised something. Why was someone looking after her? What happened? Where was she? Butterflies filled her stomach exploding as her confusion grew and she searched her head for answerers coming up empty. She could feel it now the tears threatening to assault her, emotions rising and promising to consume her. She hadn't even realised she was clenching her firsts so violently around a knife she'd picked up from the table, badly cutting herself or that her squinting was making her eyes hurt.

She wanted to hit herself for not realising something was not right before.

"Are you alright sweetheart? Please breathe calm down your in the safest of hands I promise." The nurse's words got through this time as she tried to stop Bonnie shuffling and kicking on the bed in her worried state.

Bonnie focussed on her angelic looking face and golden yellow hair which was extremely short and curled. That blonde hair was so calming and really relaxed her but she had no idea why it would.

Bonnie saw her name tag Patty Michaels, was what Bonnie wanted to say out loud but made only a whimper of a sound gesturing to the nearby water in a paper cup. Taking a long dragging sip and relishing in the fresh taste, she soon noticed a man in his late 20's to early30's walking her way. He seemed engrossed in the chart he was reading, glasses hanging off the end of his little nose. He had medium to dark chestnut coloured hair, grey eyes and porcelain skin. He wore a white long coat, underneath was a crisp clean shirt, black tie, Italian made pants and shoes fully polished and pristine. He was very smart and authoritative in his appearance but also handsome. He looked incredibly muscular yet slim and strong. He had this feel to him youthful yet knowledgeable and experienced. He seemed like he meant business and didn't care for many of the people he passed on his way to her room though. But he was a doctor of course he cared about his patients' right? He seemed very focussed on protecting his brown leather bag. Bonnie thought it must have held many a viles of medication and that's why is was cautious with it.

At first he didn't acknowledge her presence at all. He talked at the nurse as if the poor lady was an unimportant brainless object that was only good to look at. Despite the fact he was talking about Bonnies injuries he talked about her like she was an incompetent child which was making her mad. But as soon as he did look at her his attention on his chart was lost. He seemed to peer into her soul as if searching for something. His eyebrows furrowed and he started to smile a sinister smile. He looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat, a challenge, a prize, no a gift, before gesturing the nurse could leave.

He was a doctor not a predator she forced herself to think. Bonnie reasoned that the smile she saw, the uneasiness she felt around him was all because of the confusion she felt and the nasty bump on the head. She imagined the rest she finally decided.

Making his way into Bonnies room Sebastian tried to hide the annoyance and disgust he felt around the sick, wheezing, whining people around him. He ignored the stench of decay and death in the air. He didn't really care if they lived or died well not entirely correct. The longer they lived the longer he could exploit his doctor status and steal their blood. He loved to drink them like a fine glass of wine. Who needed bootleg alcohol when you could drink the sweet nectar of life he thought. As soon as Sebastian entered he felt distracted but thought it was his hunger peeking, he decided to curb, distract himself by treating the nurse like dirt.

But it was too difficult to block it out. It was like a massive power was surging in the air calling him like a sirens song, or seductresses lips. He could smell the sweet scent of thumping, unique and strong blood. It was hard to stop dreaming about how it would feel trickling down his throat, coating him in a vale of pure ecstasy.

It was then that Sebastian saw her. A witch there is doubt only such mystical creatures could make me feel this way. To anyone else around she was just some coloured, poor and misfortunate girl, but to him she was a supernatural beauty, treasure, a weapon to be owned by him and used against others vampires to his advantage. He was sick of having to answer to other vampires who had more money and power than him. She was definitely not like other witches he'd met either. Though witches of spectacular power, enough to flay him alive, their blood didn't sing to him, didn't strike him as special, neither had their looks. This one was original and exquisite with her piercing green eyes dusted with brown flakes. Then there was her mouth lopsided, intriguing just like her powers must be he reasoned. I wonder how she hurt herself. All I know is that I will keep a close eye on here indeed. There are too many vampires in this town and I won't let them get to her first and use her powers against me. shit she's looking at me, analysing me as if wondering what my intentions were. How to quickly recover?

"No need to be too formal so just call me Sebastian. Forgive me if I stare I've never seen a girl of your colour with such sparkling green eyes." He said smiling as he knelt down on the bed and pulled out a stethoscope that looked well used and old.

Bonnie suddenly realised what he had said. What did he mean her colour? She couldn't believe it had taken her this long to realise. God she didn't even know her name or what she looked like. Her heart accelerated and oddly enough she thought the doctor seemed to notice before using the stethoscope. He looked away from her briefly clenching his jaw as if he was trying to stop himself.

Stop himself from what? Bonnie screamed in her pounding head, a head that was so empty the thoughts could bounce around and hit nothing. She was devoid of any inclination as to who she was and without that she felt soulless. Bonnie began to cry racking her frail physique with shuddering shallow breaths and tears.

"Hey hey its okay look you've been through a lot. You're scared, in pain and anxious. I need to check your vitals okay honey. Now what's your name?" He said thinking this would help calm her if she could focus on something familiar.

"My name? My name! I don't know my name" Bonnie yelped out of the bed and almost hit him. She ran to a nearby mirror examining her face. She looked in awe at her features. Bonnie ran her fingers though her soft, bouncy, black curls that held a tint of chocolate brown in places. She squeezed her caramel flawless skin and her rosy cheeks. She opened her eyes wide gaping at their saturated emerald colour and bit her naturally tinted, pick, lopsided lips. She then remembered the nurse was very different with her short hair. Bonnies was long and free.

"I didn't know I looked this way." she murmured unconfident and scared like a kitten.

"Well you're stunning." Sebastian rolled out smoothly but she didn't notice.

"How is that possible? I don't know where I am, who I am, if I have people who care about me, a boyfriend, a house to go home to? But I can know that this is a mirror." she gestured at it before looking to Sebastian for reassurance that that indeed was what it was. "Or that this is a cup, that a knife and this in my arm a needle? How can I even speak? What's happened to me?"

"Sweetheart you were found in the middle of a busy road you suffered a huge fall somehow and that cut on your head, the loss of blood didn't help."

The way he said blood made her skin crawl. But she dismissed it.

"I think you have amnesia. It's something I've never seen in a patient or treated personally before but I have read about such phenomenon. Yours seems to have wiped out who you are, the life you've lead but your intellect has remained. For example you can still speak so you clearly innately remember how to. You have this unique presence. A feel you give off that makes me think your intellect is greater than a lot of woman I know. I mean I know some Dumb Dora's. (1920s slang for Stupid females apparently) Your parents who ever they are have brought you up with a good education. You knew I was a doctor and that the lady with the blonde hair was a nurse. A knock to the head can cause temporary or permanent damage to the brain. I think yours well clear in time. You just seem to have buried your memoires. They are still there it's just a matter of patience and finding a way to unlock them. Maybe things like the clothing and jewellery you were wearing will help trigger things. I'll bring them in shortly. Your clothes the ones you came in were quite strange indeed. My guess is you're from a small area in America; far from New York and you're into the clothes making business. Flappers fashion is our new fad. Woman here are always wearing racy clothes and chopping their hair short, my guess is you're looking to set the newest fad."

"Wait where did you say we are?" Bonnie said trying to take in everything Sebastian was saying.

"We're in New York darling, Brooklyn to be exact. Hey the man and woman who brought you here are outside. Would you like to talk to them? They may have more details on how they find you. I'll get the nurse to bring you some bread and soup soon in the mean time."

"And remember my clothes please. I really just need to know who I am." She said sadly.

The doctor nodded and squeezed her hand before he left. Bonnie couldn't help but think he had a strong grip on him. Then again she was in a very weak state she reasoned.

Bonnie shuffled in her uncomfortable bed, crossing her legs before placing her bowl of soup in her lap. She lapped up the soup and bread she'd been given in milliseconds, wishing there had been more. Soon a young man in his mid 20's entered the room with a small chuckle.

"Doll face you sure are hungry."

"Sorry." Bonnie said blushing, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

"Don't be you need all the strength you can get in your condition. Unfortunately the clothes you were wearing didn't help me much in discovering where you are from or who I could contact." He said handing her in the pile of clothes, including a silver charm bracelet with pretty emeralds and ruby's on it.

"Your daddy (youngwoman's boyfriend or lover) or dapper (a Flapper's dad) must be a rich one to get you that." He gestured to it.

"I guess so wish I knew for sure."

Bonnie picked up her shoes making a disgusted face noting the mud stains and holes. Hmmm not enough to get me a decent pair of shoes. Maybe I stole the bracelet. No I wouldn't do that. Wouldn't I? How do I know?

She liked the dress though. It was pretty bright and different. She didn't know why but she liked that it was unique and the bracelet was original too. It was surprising no one had taken the bracelet but it also made her heart sore with a little hope. She must really have people who care about her a lot to get her something so nice. Her heart sank again. Maybe I just have money and bought it for myself.

Ryan broke her out her thoughts. "I'm Ryan by the way little sweetheart. Should have introduced myself earlier but thought we'd give you some space. So are they stirring anything up?"

Bonnie shook her head in a defeated way. She then took a moment to look at Ryan. He was a good looking man. Brown hair, a little flat from his hat he had been wearing. He had chocolate brown eyes and was slightly tanned with soft pick lips.

"Doc says he has to discharge you as there aren't many beds and well without any rubes..."

"What?"

"Money little dame. Now you really got me wondering what part of America you come from. This is the roaring 20's you know? Days of the big cheese you know like Al Capone, tasty bootleg you know illegal liquor. Wow baby you really are balled Up (confused, messed up) you poor thing."

Wow Bonnie thought how was it she could understand how to speak but the things he was saying were going straight over her head right now?

"Anyways the paying richer families are demanding the beds. Doc hates that although I cannot complain being that I am pretty well off and one day I may do the same. Anways doc offered you stay with him but since me and my sister found you if your more comfortable with it you could stay with us. I know we are strangers but it's not safe for a young doll like you to be wondering the streets especially not knowing where you are, who you are, with no money. Specially a girl as beautiful as you."

Why did those words unnerve her instead of calm her? Bonnie thought.

"Me and Rhia, that's my sister we inherited a very nice home. It's the berries you know quite attractive to look at. We'll bring you to check back with the doctor tomorrow after a good night's sleep. What do you say?"

Bonnie was a little apprehensive about going with some strange guy but where else was she to go? She hadn't been out of the hospital yet. She didn't know what was in store for her. What other shocks would come her way? How would she know where to go or how to act?

"I can't." She said gulping hard. It was like something innate was telling her that this would be worse than wondering the streets but that was impossible right? She had no memoires so how could she trust instincts. "I mean be an imposition." she said after a short pause ignoring her swirling gut and knots in her stomach.

"It's no trouble I promise."

"It would be no trouble at all but if you prefer to stay with the doc you know we wouldn't be offended." Rhia said entering the room and wanting Bonnie to be away from her brother, but to not say it in a way that was too obvious or would annoy her brother.

Bonnie looked at the kind looking woman who looked about 22, who had porcelain skin with a black bob hair cut. Again it looked so silky like a new paintbrush. She wore a lovely peach tassel dress. She had bright red lips and pearls in her short hair like a band. Draped around her shoulders was a sparkling silver fur like scarf and in one hand a cigarette ready to light once they left the hospital.

"This is my sister Rhia's." Ryan for a moment grazed Rhia's arm a little weirdly and Rhia seemed to flinch before smiling back at Bonnie kindly.

"Seriously it's no problem doll face. Doc will be too busy to show you round anway. And maybe you could help Rhia cook. She'd have to teach you but it'll be fun for her to have another girl around the house."

"Someone I can talk to." Riah whispered under her breath. For a moment Riah seemed really sad. Bonnie smiled weakly at her.

"I'd love to I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."

"Okay well I'll help you get changed. When we get home you have to borrow some of my trust me it'll look the bees knees on you sweetheart."

Sebastian soon came back but did not look pleased when Ryan told him Bonnie was coming home with them instead of him.

"Are you sure miss? I mean I can keep a better eye on you if you stay with me? Sebastian didn't want anyone to know what she was. He wanted to be the one to befriend her and get to know her. Then only would she learn to wield her powers and be a force to be reckoned with. He could use her to get more prestige amount his fellow magical community. The normals may be all Charleston dances and moonshine filled cocktail parties but there were darker things that lurked in New York and in this period they were not afraid to stick together and be seen in groups. They killed often and with huge trails. They didn't care of the blood and gore left behind. They shared their stories with other supernatural's happily laughing without a care. They helped each other feed. But different groups didn't get along. Al Capone thought he was the real ganger in Brooklyn, little did he cow of the supernatural fractions.

Rhia and Ryan had gone to bring their car to the front or the hospital so Bonnie wouldn't have to walk much. Before being discharged Bonnie winced as Sebastian withdrew tubes of her blood for testing. She was a little disturbed. She thought he took way more blood than necessary. As if it was a figment of her imagination she swore she saw him smile at her before turning to lick some of the blood that dripped from the vile. He then injected some of it into his system. Bonnies couldn't completely see his face but she swore she heard a low growl and from the reflection in the mirror something was wrong with his eyes and his mouth. When he turned around he acted normal. Bonnie clasped her head before shaking herself slightly. Snap out of it. It must have been a figment of her imagination she reasoned. I mean who was she to question what was going on? She had no idea who she was or how she got there. How could she even be capable of telling what was really going on or not? Her head was banging and that was it. It was causing her in her confusion, to see things. Yes that's it. She told herself.

It was now night time as Bonnie exited the hospital with both her new acquaintances. Spotlights speckled the dark streets with amber light and people could be seen sneaking into alleys. Rhia had told it was where the speakeasies could be found. They were not all easy to get into though and some were very elite, those were the best according to Rhia. Prohinbion had lead to the banning of all alcohol but that hadn't stopped the citizens from finding new ways to consume it and party in secret. Raids were always being performed and speakeasies shut down but the best ones were sneaky, ruthless and unstoppable.

It had all been made easier of course by Al Capone the Italian gangster. Bonnie remembered the last of Rhia's recap.

Bonnie's heart accelerated finally seeing the outside world. Smoke puffed from the cars chugging along the road. Ladies stood on the corner of the road laughing and smoking. Climbing in to the car Bonnie had her head out of the car taking in the breeze as they passed more of the most glamorous women she'd ever seen. Long and shimmering tassel dresses, and fur scarves, white gloves, cigarettes in hand as they chatted to men in smart suits and hats. Their short haircuts glittered under the glimmering starry night. Bonnie wanted to be just like them, to be elegant and classy and full of life. She wanted to be confident instead of confused. She had no idea how amazing she really was.

"Hey sweetheart pop your head back in the car you're going to knock your poor head again." Rhia said in an almost sisterly tone.

"Maybe I'll get my memory back then."

"Haha you're a charming young woman you know that?"

After about half an hour Bonnie, Ryan and Rhia came to a stop in front of a beautiful driveway. The house they pulled up to was enormous and striking. It was built in the 1880s. The front porch was 10 feet long and greenery and flowers covered the front lawn. A white carved, wooden, panelled structure held the house together and you could see the American Victorian inspired decor in the house, through the massive windows. (Halliwell manor in White)

Bonnie gasped this couldn't be where she was staying.

"Well honey come on in."

The house was just as beautiful on the inside, all wooden and panelled. Black and white photos draped the floral decorated walls. Pattered rugs lined the floor and a huge grand piano lay in the living room. There was a small bar top counter too lined with unlabeled substances. Bonnie looked at Rhia and Ryan curiously before Ryan answered.

"Moonshine babe. You haven't lived till you've tried it but it's strong so let's get a good meal in you first."

She was lead up a wooden stair case which creaked with every step showing how old the place was.

"So I hope this rooms okay?" Rhia said as she immediately went to her antic mahogany closet pulling out some clothes for Bonnie to wear.

"Thank you so much Rhia for everything."

"Please don't." she said sadly

"You okay?"

"Yeah now your here."

"Must be nice living with you brother?"

"It's not all it's cracked up to be."

"No boyfriend?"

"I'll never get the chance."

"Ryan's the protective brother type?"

"You could say that. I'm gonna put some food on for you now okay? Hope the clothes are okay? Make yourself comfortable."

Bonnie nodded. There was pure sorrow in Rhia, a loneliness she didn't understand. She had an amazing house seemingly okay brother and Bonnie had nothing? But she knew something was making poor Rhia unfulfilled.

Bonnie made herself comfortable taking in her fresh surroundings. She bounced lightly on the bed before heading to the mirror to look at herself again. Bonnie moved over to the delicate antique carved white Almara that looked so classically pretty amongst the floral crème walls. Sitting down in the antique chair she picked us the silver comb another antique and attempted to brush her full unruly chocolate curls. She hadn't seen any girls like her on her way over here. She wanted Rhia's hair style but as she eyed the scissors on the table she couldn't bring herself to do it. She probed the contours of her face talking it all in as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes she didn't know why but they held some hidden knowledge, confidence and power she didn't feel at all. She blew on the mirror hot breath causing steam in which she wrote the words

who am I

before staring lifelessly at her reflection.

Bonnie may have been in awe of her new surroundings but she was also feeling more alone and terrified than she'd ever been. Who was she to trust? Did she have family and why weren't they here? a lover, children, anyone looking for her all plagued her mind.

She wanted to hit her head on the table repeatedly in the hope it would bring her soul, her personality back. She felt the tears pierce her eyes, realising she didn't even know how old she was. She noted she looked a fairly younger than Rhia. Was she a teenager? Or did she just have a great complexion?

Bonnie tried to distract herself picking up the makeup, powders and trinkets on the table. Sighing as she realised the colours didn't match her skin. Finding a red lipstick Bonnie painted it onto her lips and a little on her cheeks. She didn't know how she knew to do that but she did. She looked at herself in awe. It made her skin glow, eyes pop and it accentuated how different looking she was.

She picked up a head band of pearls weaving it into her long curls and made her way about trying to achieve what Rhia called the flapper look.

Rhia said the idea was the lighter, brighter and shorter the clothes were the better. And Bonnie could definitely see that now as she swished and swayed in her emerald green tassel dress and turquoise stokings. Textures and patterns were a big yes yes too according to Rhia which explained the tassels. She remembered Rhia saying that co chanel whoever that was had introduced the garconne which meant women tightly wound their chest with strips of cloth in order to flatten it but Bonnie was so not going to do that decided. The waists of flapper clothes were dropped to the hipline which was fine with her. She wore step- ins instead of corseted underwear and had stockings made from silk which was worn rolled over a garter belt. Bonnie liked that.

Finally Bonnie put on her white gloves. She thought they were a bit over the top just to sit and have dinner with Rhia and Ryan. But her thoughts were interrupted by the smell of exquisite food wafting into her room and all through the house. She had no idea what it was but it smelt delicious at least she thought so and she was famished.

Ryan pulled the chair out for Bonnie once she descended the chairs and found the kitchen. He couldn't help lick his lips at how stunning she looked in his sister's tassel dress that swayed with her dainty movements. Her green eyes blazed as she smiled unsurely, red tinted lips hiding a hint of a curve.

As they sat Rhia laid out a huge dish of ribs coated in a think BBq sauce. There was spinach dip in a cut out loaf of bread, fried ravioli, cream cheese sandwiches, chicken broth, whipped cream rolls, moulded fruit Jello and baked ham. They were weird concoctions Bonnie thought amused. She felt like she was craving something else. Little did she know that thing was a Mystic falls cheeseburger. But who was she to judge she had no reference point.

"Wow this is a lot of food for the three of us."

"Well guests coming later can have some. I didn't know what you liked."

Bonnie smiled at Rhia before digging in. She licked the bbq sauce off her lips and shovelled in some fried ravioli and noticed they tasted a little strange but that's probably how it was meant to be Bonnie thought. She noticed the kitchen top where an array of cocktails had been laid out and looked between the two.

Rhia spoke up as if noticing her curiously. "Oh it's for Ryan's party tonight." she said sounding nervous looking anywhere but Bonnies face.

Ryan smiled swirling his coffee mug. Her gut told her something was off about him not, like under his charm there was something darker. But she shook it off yet again. She'd been over this she didn't know what's was right or wrong. She couldn't trust her own judgement not when she had no memories. It was like at the hospital when she'd imagined the doctor drinking blood. How could she think everyone around her was weird it was her that was weird right now right she reasoned.

"Threes champagne punch , martinis, red death, pink murder. I could go on but you can try them out for yourself soon." Ryan rattled off.

"So have you thought of a name for yourself?" Rhia butted in.

Bonnie thought the changing of subject and interrupting to Ryan was odd from Rhia .

"Aren't you going to be at the party?"

"I think Ava is pretty name or Saskia?

"Should I come to the party?" Bonnie asked feeling like an intruder.

"Oh you have to be there." Ryan said smiling mischievously.

"Well she could just come with me." Rhia whispered.

"No you have other things to do sis."

"Why won't Rhia be there?" Bonnie questioned she liked Rhia. She was comfortable round her.

"Well I wanted to go visit our great aunt. I drop by sometimes to keep her company."

"Oh I thought you didn't have any more family."

"No close ones. So names?"

"Um I don't know, Sheila?"

"Too old fashioned for a stunning girl like yourself."

"Marlyin ?"

"No way!" Bonnie shook her head adamantly.

"Okay we'll give it a good think sleep on it I guess. Anyways I'll be off to visit aunt." Rhia said with an unhappy expression, patting Bonnie in the shoulder and kissing her cheek gently.

"Don't I get a kiss?" Ryan said of his sister who reluctantly did as she was told.

"Once Rhia left it was just her and Ryan and it felt very uncomfortable.

"Should I change?" Bonnie said suddenly pulling at her clothes nervously.

"No you look perfect they'll be here soon and they'll love you."

Bonnie smiled weakly. She really should be finding a way to discover who she really is not having a party with strangers.

She also noticed since dinner she felt very dizzy. Must be my head injury she groaned.

Coming back down after splashing her face she could here music (jazz) blazing and men dancing but where were the woman?

"Here she is." called Ryan "isn't she the most original looking girl you've ever seen." He grabbed her hand and started to dance.

"Wait Ryan I feel dizzy." Soon she realised all the guys were cramped around her rubbing up against her. She hated it.

"Stop" she pleaded. One guy then kissed her neck while Ryan captured her lips in a rough kiss.

"When I first saw you I knew I wanted you. I've not looked at a girl since Rhia"

"Stop that stop kissing me. You're sick Rhia's your sister"

"Step actually and look its harmless fun." he said turning and pushing a drink to her lips. "You are so much prettier than Rhia you know." Bonnie felt excruciatingly thirsty for some reason and gulped down hard the substance pretending it was refreshing water. Ryan then kissed her neck and picked her up throwing her over his shoulder, aiming to go up the stairs.

"I said no."

"In our times love that doesn't matter (I don't know if that's true of this period?).

Sebastian watched from outside as they held her tight. He knew he couldn't help her without an invite but deep down he was intrigued. She had power she didn't know she could unlock but would it be strong enough to save her. That was the true way to find out how great her potential and power really were. If she was a great force to be reckoned with, whether she knew how to do it or not she'd be able to invoke her powers.

Bonnie screamed before Ryan could take one step upstairs. She realised it had to be coincidence didn't it? That the whole house shook, antiques shattered all around as her body shook with tears. Earthquake she thought but the men seemed deadly shocked like something otherworldly was happening. She hadn't stopped yelling and kicking and glass continued to smash cutting the men. Soon the guys dropped to the floor. She didn't know why but they were gripping their heads in agony but she heard no piercing sound. Most passed out and Ryan was wavering as he dropped her on the floor. She still couldn't calm herself down and realised she was sweating. She felt hot like she was burning and as more tears fell the house was erupting in flames. Ryan grabbed her leg.

"help." he murmured.

Bonnie didn't know what to do or who to call? She began to pull him out of the way of the ceiling that was now caving in, all the while coughing, while he was bleeding. But as she looked in his eyes and thought of Rhia and what must have gone on in the house something primal took over, something innately powerful. She let go and as if in a trance walked smoothly out of the house. The flames did not dare to touch her, the heat like ice as she travelled through it. It was just in time before a bar collapsed and would have sealed her in.

There was a pop in her ears and the trance lifted. The ancient powers, her ancestors she knew nothing about rested. She was in control again. She ran outside in the road breathing harsh and painful. She watched as the beautiful white house now ashen crumbled before her. What had happened? She collapsed on the hard road, screaming shrieking in tears, her body rattling from fear. It was lucky she thought or the gods showed her mercy, that it had happened when it did. Or maybe Rhia had left the stove on and that's where fire came from but what about the shattering glass, the shaking ground and the passed out men?

She thought whatever happened it had been like her emotions felt the same. They had been hot like fire too. She'd felt rage in that moment before it all happened. Bonnie shuddered wondering if she was normal for feeling so tribal right now. Could she be dangerous or was it all coincidence. Maybe she should find Rhia and see she had indeed left something in the kitchen on. There had to be a rational explanation. Her heart sank as she thought of the friends she thought she'd made. But they'd just used her, played on her naivety and confusion. She had to be more careful from now on. The sky began to turn grey as it thundered with raindrops, with each of her howls.

She did the only things he could she ran.

Tbc ...

Please review sorry for any mistakes. There's another encounter this time with a supernatural before she realises what she is. At this point she just thinks its coincidence. Look out for a lovely Damon filled chap next. His experiences will be very different to Bonnies first ones. He is Mr. sexy Salvatore after all, nothing gets in the way of the simple things he desires lol...