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P.S. It's about to get even weirder.

P.P.S. I promise next chapter we're moving on from the 'Memorial episode' period. I'm sick of it too, lol. And we'll be seeing more characters. I.e. Klaus & Shane. Should be interesting to see how they act around Bonnie now.

Connor began to loosen his grip when the girl finally stopped struggling. She was a strong little thing; he'd give her that. He dropped her body carelessly on the stairs; he had no time to clean her up. No time to even check if she was fully dead. It didn't matter, either way. She got in his way, simple as that. He stepped over her body and continued to run down the stairs.

Bonnie's green eyes shot open. She gasped and sat up quickly, clutching her chest. She took deep breaths in and out until she realised it wasn't necessary; her chest didn't hurt. It didn't feel deprived of oxygen and she didn't feel the need to cough. She inhaled deeply through her nose and frowned. Not even a headache. She rose to her feet on shaking legs and made her way down the stairs, gripping the sides of the walls for support. Not that she needed it; her body didn't feel weak at all. Good as new in fact. The only thing that seemed wrong with her was the aftershock. Oh, and her eyesight.

She blinked hard repeatedly, screwing her eyelids together tightly and then opening them again. Everything was a little too fuzzy for her liking and even the dim, ambiance lamps attached to the walls were orbing brightly, causing her to squint uncomfortably. She put it down to oxygen deprivation.

It subsided only slightly when she reached the bottom of the spiral staircase. She was near the entrance of the church, which was mostly empty now. She looked into the hall to see Tyler, who was still on the floor, with his mom, Elena, and Caroline, gathered around him. Stefan was there too.

"I have to go help Damon," she heard him say.

Huh. Her hearing was a bit off too. His voice echoed a little and sounded slightly muted – as if she were underwater. She shook her head involuntarily – as if that would help.

Stefan began to run down the aisle towards her, heading for the exit doors. She opened her mouth to call out to him but he'd already rushed outside before she could stay anything. Clearly he hadn't noticed her. A first in this vicinity, but she was used to it nonetheless from what she'd experienced most of her life. She shrugged and followed him, despite the fact that the daylight searing through the door window was practically blinding her newly sensitive eyes. She slipped through the heavy door Stefan had already opened, before it slammed shut behind her, and ran down the steps towards him. His head was turning left to right slowly, eyes narrowed.

"Damon?!" he shouted loudly.

"Where did you last see him?" Bonnie asked worriedly, looking around herself.

Stefan's head snapped to the side; he must have heard something. Bonnie followed his line of sight and saw Damon pinned to the floor by Connor, a stake hovering inches away from his chest. Typical. Connor looked up and saw Stefan. Giving Damon one last disgusted glare, he shoved the stake into his back pocket and dashed into his car, driving away quickly and burning the asphalt.

Following Stefan, Bonnie ran over to Damon who remained on the floor, clutching his arm in pain. When she looked closely she noticed bullet holes. She sighed. Damon was big on revenge and Connor had earned a whole lot of that by this point.

Stefan reached down and offered a hand to help his brother up. Damon reached out and grasped at it gratefully – only to have the other hand collide with his face. Bonnie winced involuntarily but neither brother seemed to notice.

Damon fell to the floor again clutching his cheekbone. "What the hell was that for?" he half groaned, half growled.

"You know what," Stefan hissed as Damon staggered to his feet.

Damon chuckled cynically despite the pain. "Let me guess – you're mad I didn't tell you about Elena?"

Stefan narrowed his eyes. "Yeah. You let me run around after Elena so you could go after Bonnie. Elena is supposed to be your responsibility Damon, not mine."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Guys, we don't have time for this," she groaned desperately.

Both brothers ignored her. She crossed her arms impatiently.

Damon scoffed, "since when did Elena become my responsibility?"

"Oh, I don't know? Since you fucking turned her, maybe?! Since you slept with her multiple times?!" Stefan almost yelled incredulously; the nerve of his brother never failed to amaze him. They were in the middle of the street but thankfully everyone was too caught up in their own business to notice their family quarrel.

"I sleep with a lot of people," Damon pointed out, "and we needed to get rid of Alaric; turning Elena was the only way. I couldn't let her die completely."

"And why's that?" Stefan countered, "Thought you didn't give a crap about her?"

Damon shrugged. "I thought Bonnie would be better off without her best friend dying."

Bonnie looked at Damon sharply, waiting for him to glance at her nervously. He kept his eyes trained on his brother, though. Coward, she thought.

Stefan sucked his teeth. "That's the problem, Damon. Bonnie doesn't need you to think about what is or isn't best for her. She can handle herself – not to mention she's mine."

Damon leaned in closer to his brother's face threateningly, so their noses were almost touching, and glared into his dark green eyes. Stefan stared back into blue and saw nothing but jealously and maybe a little hurt.

"I do what I want. And Bonnie doesn't belong to you. She isn't your property. It ain't the eighteen hundreds anymore, Stef," Damon said, his voice dripping with malice.

"Whatever you say, Damon. Just stay away from Bonnie."

Bonnie pursed her lips. "Guys–"

"Or what?" Damon asked menacingly, cocking his head to the side.

Stefan smirked and shrugged. "Well, I won't have to do anything. I'm just saving you from getting hurt, brother. You see, Bonnie is with me, whether you like it or not, and she's a loyal, moral girl. Some traits I'm sure you don't have nor understand."

Damon gritted his teeth and gave his brother one last glare before stalking off, still clutching his upper arm and abdomen as if it would do anything to help the almost blinding pain. Stefan watched him walk away tensely.

"You didn't have to say that," Bonnie mumbled quietly. There were many parts of the confrontation she had just witnessed that disturbed her deeply.

Stefan turned and ran a hand through his caramel brown hair and sighed loudly. She waited for him to say something but he didn't even look her in the eye. Instead, he took out his phone and speed dialled someone. Bonnie tapped her foot on the floor impatiently as he listened intently to the ringing tone. She heard it cut to voicemail.

"Hi, this is Bonnie. I can't pick up right now so please leave a message!"

She frowned at the sound of her own familiar cheerful voice. "What are you d–"

"Bonnie where are you? We need to get home. Call me back," he said and hung up.

Bonnie let out a strangled laugh nervously. "Stefan I'm right here." She jumped and waved for good measure. She noticed a tick beginning in Stefan's jaw as he looked around anxiously, not seeming to see her at all. "Stefan," she said loudly.

"Fuck," Stefan hissed, putting his phone in his pocket as the nagging feeling he had in his gut went from small to overwhelming. Bonnie didn't have any powers right now. She was just as defenseless as any of these townsfolk running around. He spun round again and stalked back up the church steps, nostrils flaring as he tried to desperately get a trace of her scent. There were so many people around it was hard to discern one from the other despite the fact he knew Bonnie's smell anywhere.

"Stefan!" Bonnie called again pointlessly as she followed him back into the church. "Stefan!" She tried to tug as his sleeve but her hand was repelled from it, similar to two same poles of a magnet. Her steps slowed; she stopped in the doorway and watched Stefan walk down the aisle, towards Caroline and Elena who rushed up to him. "What the hell is going on?" she murmured to herself desperately.

The three vampires met halfway.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asked.

"We need to find April," Elena said, "I can smell the amount of blood she's lost we need to save her."

Stefan nodded absently. To him, April was irrelevant in light of the fact his other half was missing. "Have you seen Bonnie?"

Caroline's head jerked worriedly. "You lost her?"

Stefan nodded. His eye was beginning to twitch anxiously and his stomach was churning from immense worry. He tried to tell himself she had probably just gone home or was with Matt or Jeremy but this was Mystic Falls. He knew better than to hope for the best.

"Don't panic, we'll find her," Caroline tried to assure him.

"Don't panic?" Stefan laughed nervously and rubbed his face.

Elena and Caroline glanced at each other awkwardly; Stefan looked like he was slowly going crazy.

"Caroline, we have to get to April," Elena whispered urgently.

Blonde curls bobbed up and down as Caroline nodded her head. They left Stefan pacing along the aisle as he rang everyone in his address book so see if anyone had seen his girlfriend.

The two vampire best friends rushed past Bonnie (like the brothers, neither of them noticed her) to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the balcony where April was slowly dying – the same staircase where Connor had attacked Bonnie. Caroline wrinkled her nose suspiciously as they began to ascend. She could smell honey, spice, and coconut scented shampoo.

"STEFAN!" she yelled before super speeding up the stairs.

Bonnie and Stefan's heads jerked simultaneously at the sound of Caroline's voice. Bonnie's hair flew up wildly as Stefan whooshed past her and up the stairs. She blinked a few times before running after him, taking the steps two at a time, following the sounds of her friend's strained voices. She began to squint again as the dim lamps started to orb more intensely and brighter than before, and even as she got closer, the voices got more distant. She shaded her eyes with one hand as she used the other to grip onto the banister to balance herself; the spiral staircase began to make her dizzy.

She finally reached Stefan, Caroline and Elena, halfway up the staircase. The lights were orbing so much now she could hardly see. "Stefan, she's barely got a pulse," she heard Elena's voice say worriedly. Bonnie could hardly make out specific words; they were so muted and washed out.

"No," Stefan muttered, "no, no, no."

"Give her vampire blood," Elena stammered, "Now, Stefan!"

"No," Stefan yelled hoarsely, "Do you not remember what happened last time she had vampire blood? She was so angry she didn't speak to me for weeks."

Bonnie ducked past Caroline and Elena to see Stefan kneeling beside her own unconscious body. Cold dread washed through her in violent tidal waves and the blood drained from her face, leaving her feeling numb and nauseous. Her eyes widened and she would've screamed if she weren't too shocked to make a sound.

"We don't have any other option," Caroline said sharply, "Get out of my way." She bit into her wrist and shoved Stefan off of Bonnie's body.

Bonnie watched as the open wound was pressed against her lips but had to shut her eyes completely when the bright orbing became too intense to handle. She felt herself drifting.

"Bonnie. Open your eyes…" Stefan plead.

His voice was closer and clearer now, right near her ear. Through her eyelids she could tell it was darker; the bright orbing had stopped.

Bonnie felt Stefan's hand stroke her hair tenderly. When his soft fingers brushed against her skin, she gasped, feeling the familiar coldness rush over her: Death.

She didn't know if she wanted to open her eyes.

Because she wasn't sure of where she would wake up.

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