*First of all, I love everyone who reads my stories and Thank you for your reviews (: You guys are amazing!

* Not beta'd sorry

*A/N So as we know, when Bonnie uses a lot of magic, she passes out. She is learning how to control it, but when her magic controls her, she blacks out and forget some of the moments that lead up to that point. Right now she remembers her encounter with Mr. Mikaelson, but she doesn't remember his supernatural taking over at the end. She is still confused as to how he started sucking her blood, and she remembers him taking some of her magic. She thinks the magic has something to do with what she witnessed, so she is not putting two and two together right now. She doesn't realize Mr. Mikaelson is supernatural, she thinks her magic did that to him. He has known what she is all along, obviously, he has sought her out, she doesn't know he is the wolf that watches her still. But, as you know, he controlled her entire experience, because he wanted her magic, and this is how he was able to become so "high on her" her magic got in his blood and now he is addicted. As is Damon, but Damon has more control over it, and you will find out why. She has no idea what her blood does to supernaturals.

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Sated Saturday

Now, she lay in her bed on Saturday morning, wondering how she and her teacher got where they got in their relationship. When he sucked on her pussy, why did it look as though he bit her and began sucking her blood while he dined on her southern cuisine, then he guzzled a handful of her magic into his blood stream? She should have been angry at him, but instead she was infatuated. She couldn't wait to see him again.

"Hey Little witch, what are you in here thinking about so intensely? And why the hell do you smell like a Werewolf?"

Oh shit.

"Damon! How did you get in here?"

"You left the door unlocked little witch. You haven't answered my question, Bonnie!"

He usually never said her whole name unless he was irritated, or angered.

"I have no idea. How do you smell a werewolf?" She sat up in her bed quickly and scooted backwards, as he started stalking toward her in aggressively forward motion.

"BONNIE…" He sounded angrier than he's ever sounded in her presence. "I am trying to be very calm, but I am very … ANGRY." He took a deep breath and walked out of the room to calm down, he was back within seconds.

"Damon? Why are you so upset?"

"Damnit. You just still have no idea how this all works, and I really can't tell you more than you can handle and I am trying to respect your grams wishes, really, I am. But, there is only so much… I mean, Fuck! Bonnie." He stopped himself, looking at her frightened face.

"Damon, how is it that you smell a werewolf? I haven't seen the wolf all week?"

"WHAT?" He was thoroughly confused, because he wasn't sure what she meant.

She realized it all too late. She hadn't told him about her acquaintanceship with the wolf.

"WHAT WOLF BONNIE?"

"Umm, Damon, Calm down. I can explain this if you give me a chance. You have to really be calm and hear me out though. "

He was trying to contain his inner demon, but it was getting hard, because he was almost certain his little witch has had an intimate encounter of some sort with a werewolf. If one thing Bonnie was not accustomed to, it was seeing Damon's possessive side. Before she found out he was a vampire, he had to keep everything in control for her. It was hard. Only Stefan had known exactly how possessive Damon was of Bonnie, and why.

Damon's breathing was becoming erratic, and Bonnie's magic was pulling at her. She tried to calm down as best as she could, but she began explaining anyway.

"There is a wolf." She was jittery. "He has been following me around for weeks. I had no idea until recently." Damon was standing there grimacing toward her.

"The more I practice my magic, the more he comes. I have no idea why. The stronger my magic gets the more he is there. So when all of the attacks started happening, I got scared and stayed away from my grams' cottage for a little bit. Then, when Derek got attacked, the wolf that attacked him, let me live."

"WHAT?"

"Yes, it is hard to explain, but, he attacked Derek to protect me. Derek was about to attack me."

"BONNIE!" He yelled, because this was the first of him hearing of what exactly Derek had done. "What was he trying to do to you, Bonnie?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was he trying to kill you or rape you?"

"Why? Is there a difference, does it really matter?"

"It does matter Bonnie, just answer me?"

"At first, I thought he wanted to kill me, but then he got feverish and wouldn't stop kissing me, and even if I said stop he wouldn't."

"DAMNIT! Bonnie, that is it, I have to take you out of here. We are leaving tonight. I can't have this happening to you. You need to pack your things we are leaving tonight!"

"NO! Damon, no. Why?"

"I can't explain this Bonnie, but these attacks they won't stop happening?" They won't until you are claimed."

"Claimed?"

"Bonnie pack, let's go, I will bring you back in a couple of days, please?"

"Damon, I can't leave my grams, I am not leaving!"

"You are. PACK NOW!"

Something about the way he yelled let her know his words were absolute. She couldn't win with him right now. Her best bet was to pack now and ask questions later, but she was afraid of his current state-of-mind and what he was feeling towards her.

"Damon?"

"Not now, Bonnie."

"But Damon, I-"

"Stop, I am too distracted right now. But we are FAR FROM FINSHED, talking about this!"

Bonnie packed her things, and was reluctant to get it done quickly. Damon said nothing to her the entire time. He made sure Sheila's house was immaculate before they left. He grabbed some herbs, and Sheila's grimoires before they left just in case. He and Bonnie walked through the woods in silence, but as silence left them from communicating, Bonnie watched Damon, sprinkle some herbs along with wolf's bane along their walk and around Sheila's house.

"What is this for, Damon? What are you doing?"

He did not answer her.

She was very worried about Damon's intentions, and had no idea of his plans. She just knew she had to trust him. Her entire soul trusted Damon, but her heart was worried. When they got to his car, he drove, and drove and left Mystic Falls behind for now, there wasn't even a trace of tire marks, he was so fast.

He drove in silence for a long time, then he decided it was time to put on some music. He attempted to put on music, when Bonnie realized he was planning to ignore her the entire way, she stopped him. "Talk to me Damon. What the hell is going through your head? Since you won't tell me what is going on?"

"Why haven't I known about this wolf before?"

"I wasn't exactly sure what had been going on. I would always black out. I didn't realize until the attack on Derek, that the wolf didn't want to hurt me. He has saved my life more than once."

Damon was silent again.

"How much contact have you had with this wolf?"

"He has saved my life, several times, when I black out, and each time I am unaware of what happens. I wake up in my bed, with no recollection. I just put the pieces of the puzzle together recently. I never told you because I didn't think I was in any immediate danger."

"How does he know about you?"

"I don't know."

"Bonnie, why do you smell like a werewolf, if you haven't seen a wolf in a week?"

"I don't know Damon. In what way do I smell, because I smell nothing?"

"You wouldn't smell it. I smell it in your heat?"

"That is preposterous, Damon. I am a virgin still."

He looks at her. He looks her up and down. His eyes are looking at her in disgust.

"Who have you been with?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who have you been with?"

"No one."

"It makes no sense to lie to me, because I can't unsmell what I smell on you."

She turned her face from him, and got very scared and tried to leave the entire situation alone, and her insolence was pissing him off. He swerved hard and veered off the highway into an area that had a few trees and bushes, keeping them out of sight from passersby. He got out of the car and ripped his jacket off of his body, tossed it in the car from his side, then walked to her side and opened the door, yanking her body out of the car.

"Damon, what are you doing?" She screamed. "Stop you are hurting my arm, let me go!"

He pulled her body from the car, ripped her jacket off of her body, and ripped at her jean buckle. He turned her toward the hood, of his car, slamming her body onto it. "DON'T MOVE BONNIE!"

She was crying, her eyes were glossed over, and her cheeks streaming with tears. Her tears were soaking the hood of his car, and with him driving so fast, his engine made the hood hot. Her wet cheeks, plus the hot hood was burning her face. He ripped her jeans from her body and thoroughly checked her. He probed, prodded, smelled and tasted her. All in the name of examining her. He got his answer.

As he looked at her body before him, he couldn't help but to smell the tainted smell of betrayal. She let him touch her, and she didn't fight it. She was a willing participant in the act of betrayal. No, She and Damon were not together. But under the pretense they would take it slow, and move at her pace, Damon, was being patient with her. He had never pressured her, and she lead him astray. He was almost 200 years old, and she a mere child. But it was her, she was the one. He knew, Stefan knew, and a handful of others. She didn't know. She was a mere child, and he was more than patient with her. His fate, rested in the hands of a child, and he gave her the freedom of choosing. Men in his position of power never let the girl choose. In her predicament, girls with her opportunities do not get to choose. He loved her so much he let her choose. He kept her destiny from her, so that she would choose based on what she wanted, not what she thought she had to do. He wanted her to follow her heart. So far she was proving to be making a fool of him.

He went through her bag and gave her one of her extra pairs of bottoms. Told her to get dressed and get back in the car. Having to pretend he had no idea of what their futures were supposed to be, was getting harder and harder for him. Whenever she asked questions, he had to act as if he had no idea, then he would just be honest with her and tell her he couldn't talk about it for the sake of protecting her.

When they got back in the car, Damon continued driving. Bonnie was terrified, and looked out her window the entire drive. How could he just handle her that way? He has never done that, and today he did, which frightened Bonnie. She cried silently to herself, but he could hear her. Eventually she fell asleep. Tears dried, in stream form, on her cheeks.

The sun faded out slowly, and after the mountains swallowed it whole, the blue-grey sky blackened, and so did Damon's heart towards Bonnie. He did not want to hate her, because she had no idea what she was doing, but he couldn't help but to harbor his pain for her betrayal. He wore his emotions on his sleeve as a vampire. Volatile, angry, lonely (until he met Bonnie), and cold-hearted. She warmed him, she gave him purpose. She too was lonely when they met, and somehow their souls just connected as if they belonged together. They fit and there was no explaining how they were inseparable. As she told Elena.

(Flash back)

"Oh yeah, didn't think I could figure you out? Better yet, thought your bond, YOUR FAKE SIRE BOND, to Damon, was stronger than anything that HE and I SHARE? Did you think, that something fake could form a stronger attachment than something natural?"

"Elena, let's try this once more. Because that hair color has you dense as hell, right now. What Damon and I share is UNTOUCHABLE. Not one BEING, in this world can change that. Don't even let his name come out of your mouth again."

Bonnie didn't even realize it when she said it, but there was so much merit to those words, she spoke the power to existence. She and Damon were something to be reckoned with. It would be a matter of time before she found out, for herself. Until then, she was in the dark. She was in the dark, and her whole life was surrounded in darkness.

She slept in silence for a while until she started making noise in her sleep. Damon turned his music off, and began trying to listen to her. He wanted so badly to enter her thoughts, but with every evil bone in his body, he tried hard to always let Bonnie have free will. He hoped he didn't have to become the man he knew he could be. He knew Bonnie fell in love with the man that let her be herself. No matter how different she was, he accepted her, and loved her. It could be because he always knew what she was deep down, it wasn't until it began surfacing that he realized Sheila and Lily were right. Yes. Lily, his mother and Sheila prophesized something to him when he met Bonnie, and they began dating. He on the other hands wasn't a man who really followed prophesies, until of course he began noticing the changes Bonnie brought about him, were beginning to line up to the prophesies that both Sheila and Lily had told him.

"What are you doing to me? Stop, this isn't right."

Bonnie mouthed in her sleep. Those were the only words she said, and she tossed around in her sleep lightly, and her body started to convulse again, like the last time. Then her nose started bleeding a little. He pulled over and resisted every urge to enter her thoughts. He got some napkins and wiped her nose. She never woke up. He got back on the road, and drove.

Finally, after some 12 hours of speeding, he was in Bon Temps, Louisiana. A ride that would have normally taken 16 hours, took a record 12 for Damon. He was pulled over 8 times, and compelled every cop to let him go. Once he pulled into the front of a large home, he was greeted at the entry way by a caretaker of the home.

"Hello, Mary Louise, it's been a while."

"Yes, Hello Mr. Salvatore. Should I wake your lady friend?"

"No, I will, wake her up, thanks."

"Okay, I will have Beau to grab your things?"

"Thanks, where is she?" He asks the girl.

"She is-"

"Hello my beautiful boy."

"Lilian." He met her face with indifference, as she had been insisting he finally believe the prophecy, when he called her earlier and asked if he could bring Bonnie here.

"Where is she?" Lily asks with a smile on her face. She is lit up like a kid on Christmas, almost as if Damon brought her a gift.

"I haven't waken her up yet, please, before you meet her…"

"Damon, I know, I won't overwhelm her."

"No! It's not just that. She doesn't know everything. The less she knows the better."

"Damon, you can't keep shutting her out, this is her destiny, and she should know."

"I've told you this before. I want her to choose."

"This is you trying to control things, and you shouldn't do it this way. There is a balance, and this is a part of that."

"I will leave again, and not look back. We have been through this before."

"Are you afraid of what her knowing will do to you? She controls your destiny as well."

"I need her to know, that I have always wanted her to be happy, and chose. I have faith in her."

"One day, I hope she knows how much you love her." She looks at her son, and sees worry in his eyes.

"Come now, wake her up. I've made tea. I can't wait to talk to her. I can't believe it has taken this long for you to bring her to me."

Damon walks to the car to wake her, and she looks so peaceful, he decides to carry her into the house, and take her to the guest room to sleep. It is late after all; they can continue in the morning, he says.

Lily is disappointed but understands.

Klaus is still high on Bonnie's blood; he decides to go to visit his family in New Orleans for the weekend.

He strolls through New Orleans like a big bad wolf, owning the streets and the people in them. Everywhere he walks the supernatural move out of his way, greet him with great respect and fear. He is a highly feared man where he is from. The handful of people who don't fear him, are a small bunch. Klaus lives for power, the more power the happier he is. He is ruthless, he will stop at nothing to obtain power. No matter who he destroys or hurts in the process. No one matters more to Klaus than himself. Although, his handful of loved ones receive some merit of trust worthiness from him and loyalty. After all he came from somewhere, he doesn't want to die alone.

Klaus comes from a greedy family. A family that strives for power among all things. He was born into a family of werewolves. The Mikaelson's are one of the longest living lines of werewolves in Louisiana. His father's family are dominant werewolves. His mother was a self-made witch. One of the most powerful unnatural witches from her time. She practiced a lot of dark magic, and made a deal with the devil himself. The Mikaelson's became the original hybrid family. The first family to successfully turn a singular supernatural power to a hybrid. In doing so she had to commit the ultimate sacrifice, Blood in the purest form, the life of a mortal, the life of an immortal and a self-sacrifice. She sacrificed herself and became a vampire, she sacrificed her daughter Rebekah as the mortal, and when they did the conversion she sacrificed her son Finn as the immortal, and she used the blood of her unborn son Henrik. She was greedy and would stop at nothing to help her husband achieve power, she proved that by killing herself and three of her children. How could Klaus be any different if this is how he was raised?

He continued to stroll through the backways, meeting up with Marcel in a secret location.

"Marcel." He reaches to hug his best friend. His partner in crime, the man who did most of his dirty bids for him.

"To what do I owe this pleasure? I thought you were going to be gone for a while this time." He says to his longest friend.

"I am still gone. My family has no idea I am here. I am here on my own accord to deal with somethings."

"Camille?"

"Yes. How is she?"

"How would you be if your mate was out there searching for another life source to be his mate and bear his children?"

"It comes as part of the territory. She had to have known she wouldn't be the only one forever. It doesn't work that way. Besides she can't have children."

"She is lonely."

"Non-sense, she has my mother. She also has you."

"Speaking of your mother, she is up to something."

"Isn't she always?"

"Have you found her, the one you have been searching for?"

"Indeed. She is the most wonderful, and special being I have ever laid my eyes on."

"How are you going to get her to marry you?"

"All in due time. Right now I have her close to being putty in my hands. Although she isn't going to be as easy as the others. She is very powerful and I fear she may be my death one day."

"You are willing to go through all of this for her?"

"Yes. She is the supreme being."

"No. How do you know?"

"I tasted it."

"Klaus, this is a dangerous game you are playing."

"When have you ever seen me to be one to run from anything? Besides, her blood increased my strength, and powers. I can't explain it, she made me more powerful. I have no idea how long her blood will be in my system, but as long as it is, I feel incredible."

"A supreme, Klaus? A supreme is destined to mate with another supreme. Last I checked, you are not a witch. You are a hybrid. You are supposed to mate with another wolf, or your line will cease."

"My father did it. He mated with a witch, and they have a child?"

"What?"

"Yes, I just found out I have a bastard sister out there. She is trying to take everything already. She is a greedy little bitch!"

"She sounds like she's a Mikaelson. How did Esther let your father get away with that?"

"It's Isobel's daughter."

"Isobel is a witch? I thought she was a vampire."

"My mother compelled Isobel to curse herself. Isobel was my mother's pupil, even though my mother hasn't practiced since becoming a vampire, she still takes on pupils. Isobel, attracted to his power, was fucking my father all the while. Esther made Isobel give her daughter up to keep her life, unbeknownst to my father. Then when Isobel had the baby, Esther convinced my father Isobel laid with another, so to punish her, he had Esther take her powers by turning Isobel. Therefore, she belongs to Mikael for the rest of her undead life, although she is in my mother's sire line." Klaus laughs maniacally. "So my mother can compel Isobel, anytime."

"So is your sister a witch?"

"Not that I know of. She was born human no werewolf gene. Isobel was not a natural witch. She was self-taught through the practice of dark magic, like my mother.

"How long have you known this?"

"Just found out months ago. Since then we have been trying to help her prove herself."

"Wow, you guys are one screwed up family."

"You should know. After my mother killed the love of your life, you should have known thought that Esther and Mikael would stop at nothing." Rebekah was promised to Marcel centuries ago.

"Right. Well this is why I am loyal to you and not them."

"When my half-sister showed up months ago looking for Isobel and Mikael, he fell in love with her, and couldn't turn his back on her. She is gorgeous. Looks like her mother. You know Isobel is his weakness.

"How is Esther taking it?"

"She isn't taking it. She has compelled Isobel to stop fucking my father. Isobel is a sex-addict, she is going crazy." Both men laugh. "It's quite screwed up. I hate my family, yet I can't turn my back on them."

"So are you planning to do to Camille, what your father is doing to your mother? Because Camille doesn't deserve that?"

"Camille knew that coming into this life, she would never be the only one."

"What about this other woman? How does she feel about it all?"

"She doesn't know yet."

"What the hell is wrong with you? She is probably already promised to someone."

"Probably, but I will kill him and she will be mine."

"If she is a supreme, she won't just let you kill her life mate."

"She won't know."

"How is that possible?"

"Her life mate hasn't presented himself to her yet. OR she wouldn't have let me do what I did to her."

"Every supreme knows their life mate."

"Not her."

"Not… unless… Nikklaus, how old is she?"

"She is seventeen."

"Her coven will kill you if they know you have-"

"Relax, I haven't penetrated her in that way. She doesn't have a coven that I know of. She is always practicing her magic alone. And sometimes I see her practicing with her boyfriend."

"She has a boyfriend?"

"Well, he is definitely significant to her. I always smell him on her it drives me crazy. I want to kill him. The worst part of it is she loves him."

"Is he a Warlock?" Marcel asks.

"He's a vampire. Younger than you, I am pretty sure you have met him before."

"Does he know about you?"

"He does now!" Klaus smiles with absolute certainty he has just signed Bonnie's death certificate.

"What if he kills her, Klaus?"

"He won't. But, I am sure she will deal with the consequences of my actions when she sees him."

"You are heartless. You are physically and mentally hurting two women for the sake of power. You being a vampire, knows the effects of smelling a werewolf on your significant other can be cause damaging results. You better hope he doesn't do something stupid to her."

"That is the plan, then I will swoop in and rescue her. He will be the villain. I will be the hero."

"Your mother really did make a deal with the devil, huh?" Marcel says with an incredulous smirk.

"But it'll be worth it when they are both mine. I will love them, and they will love me, and I will make them love one another, and we will be one big happy family. Camille will be my life mate, and Bonnie will be my wife, and she will bear my children. They will love me in time. When I give them everything they could possibly want."

"Not everyone wants what you want. Nikklaus. I hope you know what you are doing because I would hate to see you end up the one hurt in it all."

"Which reminds me, please keep Camille company when I leave. I know you fancy her. I would never trust another man. Also Can you take her hunting, she hates going alone." Klaus spoke an unspoken word just then to Marcel. The only man he would ever give permission to touch Camille. Even if he hated it, he knew deep down Camille and Marcel had feelings for one another. He had to keep her happy and he trusted Marcel.

"You know, what if this girl doesn't like your plan?"

"I could care less. I want her, I will have her. By ANY means. With Bonnie Bennett, by my side, I could ask for nothing more."

"Even if it means a life of misery for she and Camille?"

"Yes. But it won't be. Look at me. I'm flawless, physically. I have the stamina of ten men, the strength of twenty, the and a lifetime to offer."

"That is the problem, you will offer a lifetime of me. When you screw up, you will be calling on me to fix it, as always."

"Marcel, what's mine is yours. You have saved my life many times, and you are the most loyal comrade I have. Camille will be happy to have Bonnie around. She won't be so lonely anymore."

"At the price of you being hunted for the rest of your life. You take a supreme, from her mate, witches everywhere will hunt you down, because you will be ruining their life source. Supremes keep the witch lines strong and are the only ones who can mate with a witchpire."

"They can also mate with hybrids. Camille can't have my children."

"But it goes against the balance. Witches don't mess with the balance; you know better than that Klaus."

"I am only concerned with what I am concerned with and that is insuring that me and the people I love are taken care of, for eternity. It can't be such a hard task as there are only a handful of you, give or take. Now I am adding Bonnie to that list. She will also help me to achieve that."

His two brothers Elijah and Kol, his mother Esther, his father Mikael, his best friend Marcel, his father's concubine Isobel, and Camille. Yes, Isobel has become a part of the family. As dysfunctional as it all sounds, Isobel is one of his father's most loyal confidents. Now she has brought the light of Elena into their dark family.

"Now, I will go and spend some time with my love, Camille. She has me for the weekend. I will be leaving Sunday, and headed back for Mystic Falls. I need someone watching over Salvatore, I don't trust him."

"Salvatore, as in the Salvatore brothers?"

"Yea. Why?"

"Wait, why do you want someone to look over them?"

"Bonnie's boyfriend."

"Salvatore is her boyfriend?" Marcel says with too much concern for Klaus's amusement.

"Marcel, I thought you were my act now, ask questions later, right-hand man?"

"I am, except, there are two types of men I won't keep tabs on too closely…"

"Which are?"

"Warlocks, and Witchpires!"

Klaus's face got extremely angered.

Bonnie sleeps peacefully in the large bed. Her face is being hit gently with a glimmer of the moonlight. She licks her dry lips in her sleep to moisten them, unknowingly. The graceful features of her face are tormenting Damon by the minute. He sits up on the bed next to her just looking at her.

Over the past few weeks she wears her hair down a lot. He never realized how long it was, she used to always wear it in a bun or a braid. Her clothes were always on the tomboyish side, and she wore those written on black chucks. Now she wears her hair wild, and it has lightened. Her earthy green eyes have turned emerald over the weeks. Her skin is almost bronzed looking every day. Her essence is pulling other supernaturals in now and she can't help it. He knows she can't help it. Bonnie's witch is over taking her human. When a young witch begins to blossom, her inner being is reflected in her witch. Thus her outer appearance reflects the woman she is on the inside. When a witch goes dark, and features are darkened, when they appear to have more of a menace, they are probably going to practice dark magic. Etc. Bonnie's aura was glowing, her hair was lightened, her skin was bronzed, her eyes sparkled. She was a supreme. A special witch. His mother was right. Sheila was right. A supreme is a witch that comes every half century or so. They usually possess ability to perform all magic, and are natural witches with the help of the elements. A supreme, possesses the ability to mate with a supernatural being and have children. Isobel was not a supreme. She was a human, self-made witch that happened to get pregnant by a hybrid because his wolf side was his dominant side. If she were a natural witch, Elena would have been born a witch, but she wasn't so Elena was born human.

As Damon stared at Bonnie's sleeping form, drinking his bourbon, he kept getting angry, smelling betrayal on her, yet realizing it wasn't her fault, because supernaturals were going to come out of the woodworks trying to mate with her. Her smell was too divine, she can't help it and supernaturals can't control what her smell does to them. Half of them will never know why they are drawn to her other than her beauty. Bonnie's safety was an issue, and he needed to make sure he helped her to with her magic. He could do so much more, if only she knew what her destiny was. Right now, Damon had one job…To protect Bonnie from imminent danger that was definitely more than forthcoming. He was one man, and he needed help. But at this rate, he was bound to push her away because he was very be-grudging. Whomever she betrayed him with, was at a perfect advantage over Damon, because his heart was too black right now to forgive her, and she was too fragile to feel unforgiven.

Bonnie wakes up groggily. And begins to panic. She woke up in a room all alone and has no idea where she is. She jumps out of bed and notices Damon's leather jacket, and both of their unpacked bags on the floor. She puts her hands on her face and sighs inside of her palms. The door suddenly opens and a beautiful woman with striking blue eyes and black hair walks in cheerfully. She bares resemblance to Damon. "Rise and shine gorgeous!"

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am Lily Salvatore, call me mama Sal. Better yet, call me Mom! And you, my dear are in Bon Temps, Louisiana."

"Where is Damon?"

"I had him doing some chores for me this morning. I figured you needed rest for what we have planned today."

"What?"

"Magic. Lots of Magic, sweetie."

"Why don't you hop in the shower, I brought some fresh linens and towels earlier. I will be downstairs."

"Okay, thank you."

Bonnie is confused, but she knows she needs a shower, especially after the way Damon probed her yesterday. She started the water, and put it on hot. Once she stripped her clothes off, she stared at her body in the mirror. She couldn't believe this was her body. It looked like she was sculpted from an imagination. She never liked to look at herself until the past few weeks. Once the steam filled the bathroom Bonnie stepped in the shower just letting the water hit her body. Drops of water ricocheted off of her body and hit her face. She let her eyes remain closed. She couldn't see or hear anything going on around her. She believed she was alone, and this was her moment to cry. To cry her eyes out for all of what she didn't cry for every other day. Her grams being in a coma, her mom, not being around to help her with her powers, her father, for not really every accepting her, her best friend who tried to take Damon, a psycho teacher that tormented her, then told her that Damon left her defenseless against him, only to realize that he left her defenseless against Damon. Then there was Damon, who was at one time the absolute best thing to ever happen to her, and then somewhere along the way they were both changing. Her sobs were quiet and grew louder, her body fully taken by the hot water. She loved that about the shower, it was hard to know she was crying because of the water.

She lathered her body and washed slowly. She just wanted a moment of happiness, and she couldn't help but to remember her last shot of happiness. Mr. Mikaelson touching her, and playing with her on top of the desk. And a week before that when Damon had bitten her neck and fed from her. She loved that feeling. She let Damon feed from her a couple times and his mouth made her feel untouchable, like she was floating, and like every pulse point in her body went from her neck to her pussy and it excited her. As she thought about him sucking from her neck, Mr. Mikaelson was eating her pussy. Both sensations were so real in that moment, because as a witch she could make herself feel exactly what they did to her body. She put herself in the head space and she touched herself. She allowed herself to release right there in the shower. When the moment came, she had to moan a name before she came, it was Damon's. When she felt absolute pleasure his beautiful face popped into her head first. And maybe it was good for her she didn't say another name because no quicker than she said it, did she open her eyes to find him standing there watching her.

*A/N So This chapter was a lot more serious, but it got out a lot of background. Bonnie is coming into her supremacy. A very powerful witch that can mate with any supernatural. Although the balance is for her to keep it within the witch line. However, Klaus has other idea for Bonnie, and Damon is such a big threat. His role in Bonnie's life is bigger than anyone realizes just yet. Only Lily and Sheila know. His possessive side is surfacing, she is going to start to see his dark side. But he loves her. The more Bonnie comes into her Powers the more Damon is starting to understand his role. But now, he can't forgive her, which is probably going to work against him and instead it will work in Klaus's favor. Now you know who Elena's infamous family is. Klaus is relentless in his pursuit for power, and bonnie is his key. He also has no idea the power she has over him. He is about to find out. I definitely appreciate reviews, let me know what you think.

**Fair Warning! Next few chapters are going to be Mature content, and Adult themes. (letting you know if you are not into that sort of thing).