A/N: Here the first Chapter of the story. All in all there are 8 chapters (including prologue) of my once planned one shot.

Thanks again to my beta XCastielXNovakX. Without her help it would be difficult to concentrate on t he story. Thanks for editing.

All remaining mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything - not the Vampire Diaries, nor Disney or anything else you moght recognize.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Stefan was pacing in front of the fireplace in the Boarding House. There had to be a way to save his brother. He couldn't let him go. He couldn't let him die back in 1864 and he couldn't let him die now. There had to be a solution! There just had to!

Elena was a nervous wreck. She wasn't able to comprehend what was going on. She was sitting on the couch bouncing her leg and biting her fingernails.

The third person in the room didn't know what she was doing there. Stefan and Elena were her friends but Bonnie didn't like Damon. She'd tried to kill him herself so why was she at the Boarding House pondering about a cure for the psychotic vampire?

Immediately Bonnie felt bad for even thinking this way. Although Stefan was a vampire he still was at least something like a friend to her. And Damon was his brother – no matter what. If it was her family she too would do anything necessary to save them. That's why she was there.

The only person who was awol was the person in question: Damon Salvatore.

He was somewhere around – probably drinking off and sleeping with some poor victim. Bonnie thought. Usually, she didn't care what he was doing – she even backed off a bit about not drinking off people –, however, right now they were trying to save his life for which he didn't seem to care.

If he wants to die then let him.

Deep inside herself, she felt a strange feeling connected to that thought. She knew it was guilt but she didn't want to admit that Damon's life wasn't as indifferent to her as she'd always pretended.

Somewhere along the lines they became associates – not friends or anything like that but both knew they needed their whole group to come out alive after all the supernatural fights.

"I can look through the grimoires again. There wasn't any clue the last time I checked but there may be something in one of the other grimoires." As soon as the words left her mouth the witch regretted them. Stefan's eyes showed new hope. Bonnie felt guilty for giving it to him. She was pretty sure there wasn't anything she could do and she'd just given false hope to one of her friends. When Elena had told her about Rose and the werewolf bite Bonnie'd searched her grimoires for a cure. In case anything happened to Caroline or even Stefan, the witch wanted to be prepared. However, there wasn't any clue about a cure. But what else should she do?

Done was done.

"Thank you Bonnie. I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would do if my brother died."

"Don't mention it. I haven't done anything yet. I should be going then. The sooner I go the sooner I can look and find something." Bonnie needed to get out of the Boarding House. The desperation was palpable.

Stefan and Elena just nodded.

Reaching her car, the witch went to open the door when it hit something solid. Damon.

"Ow."

"I told you to never sneak up on a witch. Least of all on me." Bonnie growled.

"Stop it."

The girl was confused. What was he talking about? "Stop what?"

"What you're doing." Can he get anymore cryptic? Damon looked into her eyes like he wanted to compel her.

"What? I didn't do anything! You came up on me! It wasn't me who followed you." And just like that the teenage witch remembered why she hated the vampire in the first place.

"Stop looking for a cure. We both know there is nothing to save me. Not – a – single – thing! N-A-D-A!" Damon was aggravated by Bonnie's attitude.

The witch couldn't believe it. He did always find a way to ruin her life. First, the whole ordeal with the crystal and Emily almost getting her killed. Then, he killed her grams, turned her best friend into a vampire, stalking her other best friend and trying to do the same thing to her as he did to Caroline. And now he thought he could do it again?

What did he expect? That she would stop searching for a cure, telling Stefan and Elena that there was nothing she could do, let him die and continue her own life as if nothing ever happened? That was just so … so …. Damon!

If he didn't know anything about her, there was something he should've known: She would do everything and anything for her friends and family! She did save Damon just a few months after her grams' death, didn't she?

"Since when do I listen to you?" Bonnie couldn't stop the smirk from spreading across her whole face. Without realizing it she imitated Damon.

"This isn't about me. It's about the others! You give them false hope and in the end it'll destroy more than it'll do good. So just stop it, witch!"

"Oh, it's about the others now, isn't it?" Bonnie couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her words. "I mean it's always about the other with you, isn't it? No, it never is! Stop pretending as if you cared! You wouldn't expect me to do nothing for you! That would not only kill you but your brother, too! We were all in there," Bonnie showed in the general direction of the Boarding House, "Stefan, Elena and I trying to find a cure, discussing what to do next. The only one missing was you. The one who's dying!"

For a few moments Damon was shocked. Did the witch care for him? It sounded that way. He couldn't help and keep the smug smirk out of his face. "So, you do care about me."

"Oh grr! This isn't just about you! It's about your brother and me too!" Bonnie was frustrated. He didn't get it!

"You are connected to me? Wow, I didn't thought you'd cared that much. Tell me, little witch, do you like me? Like like-like me?" With every word Damon took one step closer to the witch until their noses were almost touching. He loved to irritate her. She was so much fun!

Until that point Bonnie avoided using her powers against him, she really did. However, enough was enough! After a few seconds of staring in to each other eyes because neither one of them wanted to back down the Bennett witch let the blood vessels in the unbelievable vampire's head explode. It always was such a fun!

In the time Damon needed to recover Bonnie got in her car and drove home. She had enough to do without fighting with Damon.

One thing fascinated her about the vampire. No matter what the subject he always managed to become the center of attention. He always managed to direct a subject that it was about him. He was on everybody's mind – even hers – and she barely tolerated him. But he managed it anyway.

Frustrated, the witch arrived in front of her grams' home. The books and grimoires took up too much space to hide them under her bed. And how should she explain to her dad why she suddenly needed more room? Room for books about magic and evil creatures. Her father would think – probably more like pretending, whatever – she was mental. Who's parents would happily give the basement or attic to their kids when told the kids needed more space for books which belonged to people who they played a role in their deaths? Not going to happen.

Hesitantly, the girl left her car and entered the house. Every time she went into the place a shiver ran down her spine. She almost expected her grams to come around the corner. However, it never happened. Not anymore.

Bonnie's mood turned from aggravated to sad. Slowly, the teenager went to the library. It wasn't anything close to the Salvatore's, just one moderate-sized room full of books. As the last Bennett witch of the first line (the firstborn in every generation) grams had believed it her duty to keep the knowledge safe and to protect her heritage.

Walking into the room the young witch sighed. Maybe it isn't as huge as the Salvatore library but, damn, there are a lot of books. And they expect me to find a cure. Without any time pressure.

There was no use. Complaining never got a job done. Except one time in school when Simon did my math homework for me when I'd complained long enough. This was different. No one was here to help her. Even though vampire speed would be preferable. Stefan, however, wasn't in any state of mind to look for something. He would miss a possible cure. Caroline had her own problems. And Damon? He would be anything but a help. What Elena had told Bonnie about Rose, the witch knew Damon wouldn't be up and about in just a short time. Once again, Bonnie was on her own.

"Stop it!" Bonnie reprimanded herself. She straightened her shoulders and went to work. It was going to be a long, long night.