Three's a Crowd: A Bamonenzo Story
Kayer713
Chapter Seven
Kayer713
The ride back home started off silent for Bonnie and Damon. She lied back in her seat, her eyes closed. Between watching the road he snuck glimpses of her as she rested. She hadn't said anything about the blood on her shirt but he had the gnawing feeling that he'd almost lost her today. The feeling grew as he noticed as her absently stroking her collarbone. He decided that now was the time.
"I have something to say."
She opened her eyes at his announcement. He pulled over to the side of the road, swallowing audibly as he shifted the gear into park. She straightened in her seat, a questioning look on her face when he turned to her.
"I'm an idiot."
Bonnie smirked tiredly.
"I could have told you that," she joked.
Damon didn't smile back. He couldn't.
"I'm serious, Bonnie."
She noted his tone and let her smile drop. Anxious, he ran his hands through his dark hair.
"This morning you accused me of not telling you something. Well, you were right. There was something that I didn't tell you. About me. About how I feel…about you."
Bonnie bit her lip, presumably to cut him off.
"Damon?"
He held up a hand. She'd avoided him enough today. And she'd almost died without ever knowing. He wouldn't let another day pass without giving her the truth.
"Just let me get this out. In the past couple of days I saw you with Enzo and it infuriated me. It killed me to see you kissing him and touching him and looking at him with all this affection. And I couldn't admit why until last night. I didn't want you with Enzo because I want you with me. Bonnie I don't just like you as a friend. My feelings for you are stronger than that."
She waited for him to finish. Damon looked her in the eyes then.
"What I'm trying to say is…I love you."
He'd said it. Stone cold sober, clean an direct.
"And I don't mean as a friend. I don't mean like Stefan and Lexi. I mean like love. In a way I guess I always have."
This was the part when she would recoil. When she would tell him that his feelings were wrong. He half expected it. Instead, Bonnie simply looked at him.
"I know."
He blinked, not ready for that reaction. Maybe for her to change the subject, say that now wasn't the time, or even a lecture about the impossibility of their coming together. Because of Enzo, because of Elena blah blah blah. But he hadn't expected her to be so calm about it. Especially after she'd practically fled from his presence back at his place.
"You know?"
Bonnie nodded, "I listened to your voicemails last night."
He thought back. He'd been pretty hammered. After the first few calls he couldn't remember much.
"I wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind," he began.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
"You were wasted. Slurring all over the place. But you were honest about your feelings," she remarked.
Damon watched her.
"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would."
The last woman he'd told he loved her had told him that it was a problem.
"Stefan and I had a talk earlier," she admitted, "he encouraged me to look within myself and figure out how I really feel. You should listen to him more often. Maybe if you had you wouldn't have had to get drunk to discover how you feel about me."
Oh she was just messing with him now. Still, the light smirk on her lips was endearing.
"Not funny."
She pressed her finger to her thumb and held it up.
"It is a little."
She was cute when she was being a brat.
"So what did you discover?" Damon wanted to know, "when you took that deep dark look inside?"
Bonnie folded her hands together, rested them on her lap. He noticed her taking on a serious expression, as if bracing herself. For what he wasn't sure.
"Over the years I've had some pretty intense feelings about you," she confessed, "Many not so nice. But nobody's ever been able to get under my skin like you. And now that we've gotten close nobody's been able top this connection that I have with you."
Sounded like a good start. But the fact that her hands were in her lap instead of on his needed to change.
"When I really looked at things," Bonnie continued, "I had to admit that the feelings are mutual. I love you too. And I think maybe I have for a while as well."
Their eyes met. He instantly saw the depth of her emotion and was moved to be closer. He reached over, brushed a hair from her face. Let his thumb linger. Bonnie didn't object, allowing him to trace softly down her cheek to her chin. But just when he leaned in to kiss her, he saw doubt flicker and she pulled back at the last second.
"Damon."
She took in a deep breath, steadying herself. Her eyes began to glitter.
"There's more," she told him.
He sat back with trepidation. More. More what? This couldn't possibly be good.
"When Enzo said that I was in love with you, it scared me," she told him.
"Not just because it was new territory, but because it's you. I know you Damon. I've seen you obsess over Katherine, over Elena… I remember the lengths you went to for them. Now I know it was the past but I just want to protect my own heart for once."
He shifted in his seat.
"What do they have to do with this? Katherine's ancient history and Elena said for me to live my life."
"I know but… see it's more complicated than that."
He wasn't understanding.
"What's so complicated? I love you. You love me."
Bonnie sighed.
"The fact that I love you is what makes it complicated Damon. That and Enzo."
Enzo? ENZO? He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Christ Bonnie you just started dating him like the night before last. Don't tell me you love him already because that's a damn lie," he went off.
"Of course I don't love him," she explained, "But I really like him and he really likes me too."
Damon shrugged it off.
"So? I love you Bonnie. And you just said you love me. Last I checked LOVE trumped LIKE in every aspect."
"I know what I said, and yes I love you but don't you see Damon? I loved before only to find my boyfriend kissing his ghost ex-girlfriend. We got past that, but here I am falling in love with someone who's in love with someone else again. Only it's worse because it's you and Elena."
He still wasn't following her, but the more she talked the more frustrated he became.
"What, do you think I'm going to cheat on you with Elena or something? She's not waking up until—"
"Until I'm dead," Bonnie finished, "I don't need to be reminded of that. Or of the fact that I'm only your second choice because she isn't here."
He definitely hadn't seen that one coming.
"Bonnie that is the stupidest thing I ever heard."
If he'd wanted Elena there he could have brought her back easily. All he'd had to do was just walk away. Kai had done the dirty work. But he'd come back for Bonnie. He'd saved her knowing that it meant he wouldn't see Elena again for a long time.
"Is it?" she asked.
Damon threw his hands in the air.
"Are we really having this conversation?"
He shook his head, thought about Enzo and glared.
"This is because of Enzo isn't it? Ever since he started whispering in your ear and slipping you the sausage you can't go five seconds without mentioning his name."
Classic Damon. When he was hurt he lashed out. Even toward the ones he loved. He awaited her response, a glare or smart remark. Some yelling. Instead Bonnie opened the car door and exited the vehicle. She began storming back in the direction they'd come.
"Hey where are you going?"
She ignored him. Damon quickly vamp-sped in front of her to cut her off. The second he did she waved her hand and a blast of power flung him back toward his car. He landed on the rear windshield, shattering it.
"You're a fucking coward Damon, do you know that?"
He sat up to find her glaring at him.
"I'm the coward?" he shot back, "You're the one using Enzo as an excuse to run out on love!"
Bonnie jabbed a finger in his direction.
"You had all of this time to love me. To tell me how you felt but you know what you did? You waited until Enzo came along. You waited until he fell for me and he made me feel special. For the first time in a long time Damon I felt special to someone. While you were obsessing over Elena and Caroline was obsessing over Stefan. Even talking to Nora she couldn't stop obsessing over Mary-Louise.
"But Enzo, he made me feel like I mattered to him with or without my magic. He stopped by the dorm just to see me, took me away just to spend time together. Just to tell me that I'm beautiful. I know I don't need it but it felt good just once for someone to look at me and say it."
Her eyes were streaming now, tears she'd held for a long time.
"I've always tried to be strong for everyone but we strong women need to be held sometimes too. And Enzo, he held me. He took the time out of his life to just hold me. But I lost that now because no matter what happens I can't go back to him. Because every time I'm with him I won't be able to stop thinking about you! Comparing him to you and wishing he were you! Enzo doesn't deserve that. And I don't either. I don't want to be your Enzo."
And there it was. He'd been so caught up in how he felt about her that he hadn't bothered to think about how she felt about the entire situation. Damon stared at her, crying her eyes out but still the fiercest woman he'd ever come to meet. She was afraid. She loved him so much that she feared he would hurt her. She had no idea he would die before he did that.
I don't want to be your Enzo.
Which translated to second choice. He knew what that was like, having been overlooked for Stefan over the years. Stefan had been their mother's favorite. Stefan had been Katherine's favorite. And up until she'd turned Elena had chosen Stefan time and time again. Enzo, in the short amount of time that they'd spent together had made Bonnie feel like his number one, despite his previous encounters with other women in her life. It hadn't been done with words but with his actions.
Damon climbed off of the car. Walked over to Bonnie. Pressed both hands to her cheeks and leaned in.
"Bonnie, you will never be my second choice, do you understand? Like I said, I'm an idiot. I haven't treated you the way that I should and because I didn't another man almost stole you right from under me. But I love you Bonnie Bennett. And I swear I will never make you feel anything less than special again."
His eyes pierced hers and he swam in her green. She sniffled and he poured his mouth on top of hers. Damon kissed her then, warm and possessive, claiming her finally as his. He would never make the mistake of neglecting her again. Not as his friend and not as more. He let his hands drop down to her waist to pull her in closer when suddenly a pain hit his neck. He instantly fell into unconsciousness.
"Damon!"
As he fell to the ground a blur shot to Bonnie and instantly she felt her magic being siphoned.
"Mary Louise," she managed.
The angry heretic smiled a cold smile.
"First I'm going to siphon Nora's blood from you," she hissed, "then I'm going to let you die right here on this deserted road."
Bonnie tried to pull away but the siphon was too strong.
"Nora…will never…forgive you."
That didn't faze her attacker.
"Nora will never find out. As soon as you're free of her blood I'm going to kill you and you'll never awaken to tell her. And him—" she kicked Damon's unconscious body—"I'll just stake him through the heart and blame it on your police friend."
No! She couldn't let that happen. Not to Damon.
"Why…why are you doing this?" Bonnie barely got out, "I don't…I don't want…your girlfriend!"
She was weakening, barely able to stand.
"I don't care what you want," Mary-Louise spat.
"I just don't want you in her life anymore."
She tightened her grip and Bonnie fell to her knees. She landed beside Damon and saw the awkward twist of his head. If not for the broken neck he'd appear serene. She couldn't allow him to die. Thinking quickly she reached for his pocket and found his car keys. She then took a firm grip and mustered up the strength the jab them where it would hurt the most. Directly into the heretic's inner thigh.
"Bitch!" Mary-Louise screamed but dropped her hold long enough to kick Damon backward into the woods.
Bonnie hit the ground and attempted to put distance between them by rolling away. The asphalt of the street replaced the roadside. She tried to summon her magic just as she heard the screech of tires.
Black booted feet scrambled by her. She saw arrows flying above. Bonnie sat up in time to see Mary-Louise catch a wooden arrow to the chest. She scowled and another flew her way. Bonnie attempted to knock her off her feet.
"Motis!"
But her magic wasn't fully back yet. Mary-Louise raised an open palm at her and clenched it into a fist. Instantly, Bonnie felt a lurch in her heart. Pain shot through her, nausea and tightness that stole her breathe. Another arrow hit Mary-Louise in the abdomen and she nearly doubled over. But the heretic recovered enough to shoot Bonnie one last look of triumph. It was then that Bonnie knew that she was dying.
Mary-Louise sped off with a wicked laugh.
"Bonnie?"
Her vision was blurring, sounds became muffled. A male figure closed in on her and lifted her into his arms.
"Damon," she tried to tell him.
He was somewhere in the woods where Mary-Louise had kicked him. But instead of going back her cavalry placed her in the back of his truck. The last think she heard was his engine roaring as he sped off, then the world went completely black.
Stefan stood in front of the mirror, his chest bare as he'd just stepped out of the shower. He'd already thrown on a pair of pants but he'd yet to put on the shirt lying across his bed. He stared at his reflection, at the now clear area where less than an hour ago a wooden bullet had nearly pierced his heart. He'd almost died. Again. At the hands of a bullet. Again.
If Valerie hadn't been there. If she hadn't been a witch in a vampire's body then she never would have been able to elevate the bullet out. It had been millimeters from his heart. Any movement would have pushed it forward but because of her magic he'd been saved. He owed her his life.
"Admiring the view?"
Stefan saw Valerie enter the room from the mirror. He cleared his throat.
"I was just thinking about today," he admitted. "I came pretty close to ending."
He started to step back when Valerie was behind him. Before he could stop her, her hand was on his chest, right where the bullet had been.
"I wasn't going to allow that to happen."
Quietly, Stefan took her hand and lifted it from his skin.
"I can't thank you enough for that."
He looked at her. Felt something he shouldn't. Backed away.
"I'd better call Caroline, let her know about today."
He left her there and started for his phone when a truck screeched to a halt outside.
"Stefan! I need you help!"
He blinked at the sound of the voice. What was he doing back in town?
"Who's that?" Valerie asked.
He didn't have time to answer. Stefan vamp-sped out to the front porch in time to see Jeremy Gilbert carrying a very limp Bonnie in his arms.
"She needs your blood," he told him as he hurried inside.
"You have to heal her."
Jeremy laid Bonnie on the couch and stepped back to make room for Stefan. Stefan bit into his wrist and placed it to her now cold lips. Nothing happened. He listened closely. Discovered that there was no heartbeat.
"Jeremy."
Stefan stood, his own heart sinking.
"What are you doing?" Jeremy demanded, "Heal her!"
Valerie touched Bonnie's throat to feel for a pulse.
"She's dead."
Jeremy shook his head.
"No, I came here as fast as I could."
But it wasn't fast enough. Jeremy looked at Bonnie.
"She isn't really dead is she? Again?"
Stefan swallowed the knot in his throat. He wasn't ready for this. To lose Bonnie all over again.
"She is," he said quietly.
Jeremy turned away from him, kicked over a chair. Stefan noticed the arrow case strapped to his back. Had he been hunting?
"How did this happen?" Stefan asked him, "and where's Damon? She was supposed to be safe with him."
Jeremy looked at him.
"Damon? Salvatore? What world are you living in?"
Stefan took a deep breath, remembered that Jeremy had no idea of the developments between the two.
"There's a lot that's happened since you left Jeremy. Suffice it to say that Damon wouldn't have let this happen to Bonnie if he was around. Tell me what happened. Do you know who did this?"
Jeremy nodded through watery eyes.
"Yea, some blond chick in a dirty white dress. I saw the veins and thought she was a vampire but I'm guessing she's one of those heretics Matt told me about. When I got there Bonnie was in the road so I shot the heretic. When I was reloading she did something to Bonnie and took off."
Stefan grit his teeth.
"Mary-Louise. She was at the Grill today but why is she going after Bonnie?"
Valerie straightened up.
"Knowing her it's about Nora. She and Bonnie have been cozying up. She's awfully possessive of her."
Stefan looked at her.
"But Bonnie's not into girls. That doesn't make any sense."
"I doesn't have to with love."
Stefan cursed under his breath.
"Where can I find this Mary-Louise?" Jeremy asked her.
"I'll run a stake through her heart myself."
Valerie released a bitter laugh.
"No offense kid but she isn't just some run of the mill vampire. She's a heretic, Sweetie. Witch magic, vampire speed and she's been around a lot longer than anybody you've met."
Jeremy took offense.
"Can't be older than an Original. I staked Kol Mikaelson in my own kitchen and I'm still breathing to tell about it."
Valerie looked at Stefan, impressed.
"Well."
Stefan shook his head.
"Well nothing, Elena helped and even then it was pure luck. Kol was strong but Mary-Louise has magic. You can't face her alone. She'll snap your neck before you can even get close to her."
Jeremy stepped up to him.
"I'm not a kid anymore Stefan. In case you forgot I killed enough vampires when I lived here. And I've killed even more since I left. Don't think you can baby me anymore."
That was the last thing on Stefan's mind. His voice shook with the strain of keeping his composure.
"Nobody's trying to control you Jeremy but we've dealt with enough vigilante vampire hunters for one day. Matt almost killed me, Damon and Enzo maybe an hour ago and now Bonnie's dead because of it. So if you don't mind I'd like to go at least one hour without having to worry about dying or somebody I care about dying. Is that too much to ask for?"
He walked off from Jeremy, took another look at Bonnie.
"Where the hell is Damon?"
Jeremy couldn't provide an answer. He'd only been focused on Bonnie and the heretic.
"I didn't see him anywhere."
Stefan pulled out his phone, dialed Damon's number.
"You sure chose the wrong day to waltz back into town," Valerie murmured as Stefan waited for an answer.
Jeremy wiped his brow.
"I was tracking a vampire. He likes to frequent bars and kill all the patrons. He usually leaves one witness to tell the tale. They don't always make it though."
Valerie and Stefan exchanged expressions.
"Dark hair? 5'10 in height?" she asked.
Jeremy looked at her.
"Yea how did you—"
"You're friend Matt is hunting the same vampire."
"I've been meaning to call him since I got into town but my phone was busted on the last hunt."
Stefan hung up the phone, having gone to Damon's voicemail. Where could his brother be? And what could have happened to him? Because in order for Bonnie to be dead Damon had to have been removed from the scene. And if Damon was removed was he also…?
"You need to call Matt," he recommended, "Tell him about your vampire. We'll all help track him down but Mary-Louise dies first."
Valerie looked at him.
"Stefan—"
"I know she's your family but Bonnie is ours. And whether he likes it or not so is Matt."
He handed his phone to Jeremy who quickly dialed his friend.
"And if she's done anything to Damon, Valerie I swear to God—"
He was cut off when the front doors burst open. Stefan breathed a sigh of relief as his brother stormed in.
"Where is she?"
His heart heavy, Stefan stepped aside to reveal Bonnie's prone figure. He saw Damon's face break as he vamp-sped over to her.
"No."
Damon bit into his wrist and tried to feed her his blood.
"No."
Stefan touched his shoulder.
"I already tried that."
His brother pulled away.
"You didn't try hard enough."
He forced her mouth open a little wider, squeezed his wrist so that more blood poured in.
"Damon—"
"She's not dead Stefan!"
Jeremy watched, a look of confusion and grief on his face. Valerie had to turn away herself.
"Damon she hasn't had a pulse in over ten minutes. I gave her my blood but she's already gone."
"No she's not!" Damon shouted at him, "She doesn't get to die. Not after I came clean. I finally had her."
Damon's veins went black and he went full vamp.
"She's going to take my blood and she's going to live. Even if I have to rip her open and dump it all in!"
He tore his arm open all the way up to his elbow and blood cascaded out.
"You don't die Bonnie! Not this time!"
He was seconds away from drowning her when out of nowhere she moved. Stefan watched in amazement as Bonnie bolted upright, gasping loudly at her first breath. The room was speechless. The first thing she did was look at Damon.
"You're alive," she breathed.
He took her in his arms then, bleeding all over her.
"Don't ever die on me again," he said back.
They squeezed each other tight, neither wanting to let go. No one said a word and they continued holding each other as if they were the only people in the room.
Jeremy backed away, stopping only when he hit the wall. Realization was hitting him.
"Bonnie?" he whispered.
Upon hearing his voice she turned to him.
"Jeremy?"
Damon's arms were still around her. She shifted so that her feet were on the floor.
"When did this happen?" he gestured toward Damon.
She pat Damon's arms so that he could lower them.
"Not that long ago."
"Oh."
Jeremy cleared his throat.
"Thank you for what you did for me," Bonnie said, "When I was in the prison world. You saved my life."
He nodded.
"Yea well you brought me back from the dead. Twice. I guess I owed you."
When Bonnie tried to laugh she felt a dryness in her throat. The light became too bright and she squinted.
"I'm so thirsty."
Damon stroked her hair back from her face.
"That's because you need to feed, Bon."
She looked at him, shock registering on her face.
"I need to what?"
Stefan shifted his hands to his pockets and elaborated.
"When Jeremy brought you here you didn't have a pulse. We tried to feed you our blood but you were already dead. Now you're in transition."
Bonnie let her jaw drop.
"But vampire blood can't save someone who's already dead," Valerie pointed out, "and she was well past dead when she arrived."
Stefan knew that for sure. He'd felt the stillness of her heart himself.
"Nora," Bonnie said quietly.
"When she healed me back at the Grill. Mary-Louise wanted to siphon her blood out of me before she killed me. I guess I stabbed her before she was finished."
She looked at Damon.
"She was going to kill me, stake you and blame it all on Matt."
Jeremy watched their interaction, visibly bothered.
"Looks like she succeeded in one area," he murmured.
"So I was really dead?" Bonnie repeated.
Stefan read her question. She was asking if that meant that Elena was awake.
"You need to feed," Damon repeated.
"Stefan's got some blood bags downstairs."
At the mention Stefan started for the cellar.
"I'll go get them."
Bonnie ran a hand over her messy hair and groaned.
"How many times have I died in this town already?" she tried to joke, but there was a sadness in her tone.
Damon caressed her arm soothingly.
"No more than me," he replied.
Jeremy still didn't come closer.
"I think I have you both beat."
No one could argue with that. Stefan returned to a room of silence.
"Bonnie, you're sure you want to do this?" he asked as he offered the blood bag to her.
Before she could respond, Damon snatched it and placed it in her hand.
"Of course she wants to do it, she's not going to die."
Stefan started to mention that it was her choice, not Damon's but remembered the last situation they'd faced of the like. His brother had ended up staking him.
"Bonnie?"
She looked at Stefan, then Damon. It was obvious that her mind was conflicted.
"What about Elena?" she wondered, "If I take this what will happen to her?"
Even in the face of her own death she was worrying about others. Such was the way of Bonnie Bennett. Stefan touched her shoulder.
"Your death broke the spell. You were dead for a while Bonnie."
She was still uncertain.
"And my magic. I won't be able to help you guys anymore. With locator spells or—"
"Who gives a damn about your magic? We just want you!" Damon exclaimed.
Bonnie stared at him, a newfound light filling her eyes. She smiled then, the broadest smile Stefan had seen in a while.
"I don't think anyone's ever said that to me before," she said softly.
A tear trailed down her cheek. Tenderly, Damon wiped it away.
"Well we should have."
They gazed at each other a little longer before the old Damon came out.
"Now drink the damn blood and live already."
Bonnie laughed then and drew the bag to her mouth. She was just about to take a sip when Jeremy interrupted.
"Wait, Bonnie before you do this I have to say something."
Damon almost growled at him.
"It can wait Gilbert. Bonnie drink it."
But she held up her hand this time.
"What is it Jeremy?"
He came closer, despite Damon's glaring disapproval.
"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be around. Not just both times you brought me back but all of the times you protected me in the first place. I know we've moved on from what we had but you gave me life and for that I owe you."
He kneeled down before her.
"So let me give you the same thing."
When he offered his wrist it took everyone back. Jeremy Gilbert, not only a vampire hunter but a member of the brotherhood of the five—supernatural vampire hunters that were genetically coded to hate vampires—was offering his blood to her for a transformation. He was bypassing all of his instincts to give her life.
"Jer, I don't know what to say."
It was obvious, she was touched beyond measure.
"Just say you'll drink. From me. As a parting gift."
He pulled a hunting knife from his pocket and used it to make a cut. When he nudged his wrist closer to her and Bonnie instantly reacted. Without further prodding she bit into it, eliciting a light flinch from her donor. And she drank his blood all the way down.
The transformation was smooth. Once complete she came to her feet, feeling out her new power and strength. Jeremy stepped into the kitchen with Stefan's phone as Bonnie touched things, feeling them with her new vampire senses. Damon was already taking the reins in showing her. Stefan watched, relieved that he hadn't lost her. Still he worried about what would come next. He'd seen Caroline through her change and she was fine but when Elena had changed everything had gone horribly wrong. He didn't want Bonnie to share the same fate.
Of course Caroline hadn't been guided by one of the most reckless vampires he knew. He'd guided her himself. Elena on the other hand…well that damn sire bond had complicated things. He thought about it. Sure the chances were slim given that sire bonds were rare but what if Bonnie ended up bonded to Nora? That would be a disaster.
"Something on your mind?" Valerie asked, coming up beside him.
Stefan watched Bonnie sniffing Damon's bourbon with her vampire nostrils and jumping back.
"I just don't want to lose her," he confided, "The way she is I mean. Bonnie's got the biggest heart I know. She'd literally throw herself on the fire to save someone else from burning."
While he was watching Bonnie, Valerie was watching him.
"Sounds like someone else I know."
He didn't respond because he didn't know how to explain himself. It was just something he did. Valerie didn't avert her eyes and Stefan began to feel the closeness of her proximity.
"I think I'll go check on Jeremy."
He headed for the kitchen and away from the longing in her gaze. Jeremy was just hanging up when he entered.
"How are you holding up?"
He looked at Stefan, handed him back the phone.
"Matt's on his way. He had to commandeer a vehicle but he's the sheriff. He can do that."
Stefan took it, slid it into his back pocket.
"I mean about Bonnie and Damon. You two have a history."
Jeremy laughed drily.
"Yea. With both of them. Tell me Stefan, how is it that your brother can manage to be as horrible as he is and still get my sister and my ex-girlfriend to love him?"
Stefan could only shrug.
"Damon just has a way about him I guess."
Jeremy adjusted the strap across his chest.
"So what's he going to do? Now that Bonnie's died. Elena should be awake right about now."
Stefan didn't have a clue.
"I guess that's up to Damon."
Jeremy mumbled something under his breath, something Stefan would have heard had he not heard the scream from the front room. He and Jeremy rushed out to find Damon stomping out a fire in the center of the rug. Bonnie had her hand clasped over her mouth in utter shock. Valerie stood frozen, just as surprised.
"What's going on?" Stefan instantly wanted to know.
Damon finished the flames and looked over at Bonnie in wonder.
"I don't believe it."
Jeremy looked at her.
"Believe what?"
Bonnie shook her head.
"I started that fire," she gasped.
Stefan was confused.
"Started a fire? Why would you do that?"
She was blinking rapidly.
"I just wanted to see what it would be like to not be able to perform magic anymore. To see how it would be the first time I said a spell and nothing happened so I cast an 'incendia' and the carpet just went up."
She looked at Damon.
"My magic. How do I still have my magic? When my mother turned she lost it for good."
He was just as stomped.
"Don't look at me, it wasn't my blood that turned you."
Stefan looked at Valerie.
"No it was Nora's. A heretic," he noted.
She didn't move, still taken back by the turn of events. Everyone in the room turned to her then as if she would have an answer.
"Valerie?" Stefan probed.
She seemed to shake the cobwebs out of her head.
"I've never seen this before," she explained, "We never turned anyone outside of our circle. Not any witches anyway. Bonnie's the first."
"But I'm not a siphon," Bonnie pointed out, "How is this even possible?"
Valerie could only think of one answer.
"Nora made it possible. When she gave you her blood. Whatever happened inside you only magic can explain but…Bonnie you're not a normal vampire."
Bonnie stared at her, knowing what she meant but waiting for the words just the same.
"It appears you've turned into a heretic."