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Summary: In a world where vampires own witches as their slaves, one witch refuses to give into the stereotype giving one Damon Salvatore a run for his reputation of destruction. Bamon.

Emily stared at her reflection in the mirror of the salon. It was going to be 3 in the morning soon but she wanted to make sure she looked her best for the hell she was about to release onto Mystic Falls. Her hair was now in a short curly bob, her clothing updated to the new 'style'. It felt weird to have actual pants on instead of her old dresses that were mandatory for women back in her day.

"Hmm." She ran a hand through her curls and grinned. She was satisfied what she did with it; breaking into the salon was a good idea. With the help of her magic she no longer looked like an old servant. "Let's see if Mystic Falls is how I remembered it."

"Hey!"

Emily turned to see a vampire glaring at her. She could tell the woman was mad at the broken glass being all over the floor, the supplies she used scattered around. Hmm, should've cleaned up. This is kind of rude, the witch thought to herself as she looked around the empty salon at the mess she made.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The vampire snarled, "This is my salon, you idiot!" She moved closer to Emily and looked her up and down, "I want to see some identification!"

"Do witches get to have that here now?" Emily asked back curiously. The vampire's face turned even more angrier at the revelation that a witch broke into her salon and trashed it. Emily could tell she was ready to rip at her throat at any moment. "You need to calm down, vamp. Just because you're immortal doesn't mean you can't get anger lines."

The vampire snapped and grabbed her by the neck, pushing her against the wall roughly. "I could kill you right now. It's law around here that vamps can do whatever they want to stupid, disobedient witches like you!"

"Oh really?" Emily asked, ignoring how the air from her lungs was being ripped out. "No wonder...my family...hates it...here...Bonnie had it right..."

"Bonnie?" The vampire asked, "That bitch witch that's all over the news? She's going to be so dead once Klaus gets his hands on her..."

"Kill all...the vampires..." Emily finished, ignoring the woman's comment. She soon whispered something in Latin beneath her breath causing the vampire to release her and hold her own throat in pain. Emily gasped, breathing in air. She forgot how important it was to breathe when you were alive. Its been awhile. "Now...that we've reversed roles...I say we let the fun begin. How do you feel about vervain, wood, and fire?" The vampire tried to cry out, a look of fear on her face. "Thought so." Emily smirked.

Damon opened his eyes to find himself chained to a wall in nothing but his boxers. His vision was still blurry and the pounding in his head would not stop. If he had to guess he'd say this had something to do with Greta's magic. Since the bitch was all healed up from sucking blood from Klaus he was positive she would take this opportunity to torture the crap out of him.

"I wonder...who will make it here first?" Yep. He was right. He looked up to see Greta sitting across the room from him on a couch. She examined her nails as if she was the most casual person ever. "I'm hoping it'll be Emily. I mean, if you would have saw what she did to Klaus...bitch deserves to die...again." She looked up at him with a smirk. "Then again there is Bonnie...sweet, young Bonnie. She has been on Klaus' radar for a minute now." Greta tried to smile it off but Damon could hear the hate and jealousy in her words.

"Speaking of the little coward, where is Klaus?" Damon asked, searching the room with his eyes to find the Original. "How rude is it for him to capture me and just leave me hanging like this?" He watched as Greta rolled her eyes at his dry humor. "Go on. Run off and get your master so the big boys can talk, sweetheart."

Greta gritted her teeth. "Him and Elijah went on a little mission. You see...I told him where all you guys were hiding. He already knows how to get into the Lockwood mansion. It's just a matter of time before he kills all your little worthless friends and comes back and kills you!"

Damon tried to not let her words affect him. If Klaus and Elijah was going after the others he was sure they could take them. Bonnie and Lucy were pretty good with their magic. There was also Stefan and Alaric had the tools he needed...only problem was Mason was still in werewolf form. No one knows who he'd attack given the chance.

"You actually think you're going to win?"

"Don't the bad guys always?"

Damon chuckled, "You think you guys are the bad guys? Seriously, Greta? Bonnie is a homicidal witch and she's only seventeen yet she's managed to piss off a whole town. Stefan was called the Ripper for fucks sake! Lucy managed to kill a couple of werewolves and get away with it...as for the others...well I'll say they'll be happy once they get their hands on you again."

That made her mad. She was soon on her feet and in front of him, her dark eyes angry and dangerous. "Just because you lived this long don't mean you're invincible, Damon Salvatore. You got lucky all those times, but I promise you your luck is about to run out!" She pulled out a vervain stained knife and traced his abs, watching as he screamed as the knife burned his skin, drawing blood. "The Bennetts will really be extinct soon...too bad you won't be around to watch it this time."

"Emily?" Bonnie whispered as she looked around the darkened streets. She knew it was a stupid idea for her to be out by herself this late but she had to get to Emily before Damon did, or before Emily got to anyone else.

Emily Bennett may be her ancestor but having her inside of her made Bonnie realize some things. She was angry. She could feel all the emotions Emily felt when she was around Damon, when Klaus was brought up, even when the werewolves were around and Bonnie did not like it. It made her feel sick how someone could feel so cold and lonely inside. It made her realize she wasn't too far behind and it was time for a change. She wasn't going to die angry and hateful like Emily did, she wasn't going to go through life blaming others for what happened in the past.

I'm not going to go on hating Damon just because he was a vampire...I'm done fighting. I'm done being alone...She was starting to think it was time to admit she had feelings for Damon. She could no longer blame it on Emily, since Emily was ripped from her.

BOOM! Bonnie flew back from the blast of the salon shoppe blowing up, her body falling onto the concrete streets and colliding into a street light. She quickly covered her face as debris and glass burst all over the place, nearby car alarms went off.

There was a loud ringing in her ears as she looked up to see Emily walk out the fire in one piece with a huge grin on her face. Bonnie's mouth dropped as she took in her ancestor's appearance. "Emily?" She asked loudly, the loud ring still in her head as she ignored the stings of cuts from the glass all over her body. "How...?"

Emily approached her, kneeling down. "It's dangerous for you out here, Bonnie...aren't you suppose to be in hiding with Damon?" she asked, tilting her head to examine the young witch. "C'mon," she frowned, "Lets get you healed up. Broke glass and explosions are not good for a witch your age." She reached to grab her but Bonnie moved back and glared at her.

"What the hell are you doing? You just blew up a shop!" She exclaimed, "Emily, you can't just go around setting everything one fire..."

"Why not?" Emily snapped angrily. "You would have if you had the chance. But it's only been a couple of days of you being with Damon and now you're all miss good witch? How many vampires did you kill again?" Bonnie frowned and looked away. "Exactly. Don't try to act better than me now, Bonnie. I'm all you have now, remember?"

"I have Lucy."

Emily rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "Lucy? You just met her. How do you know she won't run off again?"

"I'm not gonna argue with you, Emily! Look, Damon is looking for you. He wants to talk and I think it's time we went to find him and you guys got whatever drama you guys have against each other settled right now because right about now he's the only one who can put some sense in your head."

Emily looked down at her and sighed, "I don't want to see Damon yet. You go and find him and tell him that it's time you guys changed things around here. Plus...I think he's more concerned about your well being than mines..."

"He still loves you." Bonnie replied, "He just wants you to rest in peace..."

Emily laughed, "That is never gonna happen. Because I'm not going to let them kill me again, Bonnie." She gave her a serious look, "It's time they felt my pain."

"Ladies," Bonnie looked past Emily and saw Elijah standing directly behind her. His clothes were tore up and dirty but his face and hair remained as flawless as she remembered it when she always saw him. "Sorry to interrupt but my brother has a message for the both of you."

"I will get to Klaus when I want to..."

"Actually," Elijah interrupted, glaring darkly at Emily. "He has something you guys both might be interested in...Damon Salvatore."

Both Bonnie and Emily stared at the Original in fear at the mention of the Salvatore brother. Bonnie tried her best to get up from the ground as she stared at him, dumbfounded. There was no way Klaus had Damon...why would Klaus want Damon?

"If you want to see your..." Elijah stopped when Emily stepped towards him, her eyes turning pitch black. He's never seen a witch's eyes glow before, especially a black color. There was something different about Emily, maybe that's why she was stronger now.

"Where. Is. Damon?" She asked, her words dripping with venom as she stared up at the Original. He sensed no fear in her, no emotion but anger. He was beginning to think this was a bad idea but he trusted Klaus. That was his brother after all...

"Klaus has Greta watching him..." He didn't have to say another word; Emily was storming off down the street while Bonnie finally made it on her feet. Her hazel eyes boring into him. "That woman scares me." He admitted to the young witch.

"I don't know what you and Klaus have planned but that was the hugest mistake of your afterlife." Bonnie replied, "Because if Damon is harmed in any way...it's not only Emily you have to worry about!"

Elijah frowned. Since when did Bonnie Bennett care so much about a vampire's well being? Before he could comment on her remark she was making her way down the street behind Emily. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh, "I am so outta the loop about what's going around here these days. One day I'm just gonna sit down with Greta and have her tell me all the gossip because it seems I am missing out on all the juicy stuff."

"How is he?" Alaric took his eyes at the damaged cellar door to look over at Lucy. Her eyes weren't on him as she asked him the question, it was straight ahead at the growling wolf that continued to run its body into the door in attempt to break it down. "Geez...how long has he been doing that?"

"Since he woke up." Alaric shrugged then looked back at the cellar door, "I'm actually hoping he knocks himself out. It'll be better than me having to shoot him with wolfsbane again."

Lucy frowned, "We have to turn Mason back...we can't leave him like this...I don't wanna see him like this anymore." She walked towards the cellar, flinching when the wolf growled and threw himself head first into the door. "Maybe I can talk to him. This is Mason..."

"He's a werewolf. They are completely different from vampires. He has no control in this body."

"There is a way." Tyler said as he joined the other two. They turned to look at him with curious eyes only to back up when they watched as someone pressed a gun to the back of Tyler's head.

"Don't move, Tyler." The woman said as she glared at the back of his head. She glanced past him for a second to look at Alaric and Lucy, daring them to move.

"Mom?" Tyler asked, attempting to turn around and look at his mother only to have her knock him out with the gun. He fell to the floor with a hard thud.

"I told him not to move."

"Kids just don't listen these days." Lucy and Alaric looked from Tyler's unconscious body to Klaus who now joined them in the basement. "A new woman has joined the wolf pack? How lovely...I, for one, am glad they have found someone to replace Jules so soon." He moved forward and smirked when Lucy quickly took a step back, her back hitting the cellar door. "Don't be afraid, darling. I'm not going to hurt you...unlike I did to that sweet girl Elena..."

Alaric's eyes widened, "What did you do to Elena?" He asked, fear in his voice at the thought of the young girl being dead.

"Bring them in." Klaus said as other vampires joined them. One was an older woman who held onto Stefan's neck in a death grip so he couldn't move, she also had a crying Caroline by the arm. From the look in Stefan's eyes he was furious and emotional, it was taking everything in him not to snap. Another younger looking vampire who was covered in blood walked in with a passed out Elena in her arms. Elena's body was bloodied and beaten. "This is Pearl and Anna. Some good friends of mine." Klaus said as he watched the other two stare at the women. "Now I hear that Greta has turned Mason full werewolf? Is this correct?"

"That's none of your business." Lucy snapped, finally finding her voice to speak as she felt her heart thump in her throat.

"Yes, dear...it is."

Before Lucy could reply, Klaus shot forward in vampire speed and quickly opened the cellar door to throw her into the room with the werewolf. She slammed against the brick wall and fell to the floor, her vision blurring a little as she slowly opened her eyes to see the glowing eyes of the werewolf staring into hers.

Bonnie bit her bottom lip as she followed Emily. She had no idea where they were going but from the look on Emily's face she could tell she knew where Damon was. She was praying nothing bad happened to him, no one knows what Greta is capable of with the grimoire.

"Emily..."

"Hush." She was quickly silenced by her ancestor as they both stared at the front of this building. Emily looked up to the one window with the light on and frowned. They both could hear a piercing scream fill the empty building and streets. Damon was definitely in there. "Tell me, Bonnie...how old is this Greta?"

Bonnie was caught off guard as she stared up at the window in fear. This was an emotion she hasn't felt in a long time about someone else and it was both new and frightening to her. Damon's cries of pain made her want to run straight to him, without a second thought. "Uhh...I don't know...maybe she's 18..."

"Such a shame." Emily replied before whispering something then disappearing.

"Emily?" Bonnie yelled as she watched her. "Fuck!" She quickly made her way into the building and began running up all the flights of stairs. Emily may not be in her right mind but her feelings for Damon didn't change which only means that if she got her hands on Greta first then the young witch was in trouble. Bonnie knew she shouldn't care so much about Greta's well being seeing on how she was the most horrible woman she has ever came across, but she knew she had to make it to her in time.

Almost out of breath, she finally made it to the room. With one last huff she kicked the door open and stumbled into the room to find Greta standing in front of Damon's bleeding and tortured body. It took awhile for Bonnie to look away from him and stare at the other witch in the room; wondering where Emily went...

"Bonnie?" Greta said as she turned and smiled at her. "I really did not think you'd make it here first. I guess his first lover decided to give up on him, hmm?"

Bonnie grimaced. "Let him go. I'm here now and I know you much rather have me in that spot than have him..."

"You're right." Greta replied, not missing a beat. She walked towards her and looked her up and down. "A pathetic excuse for a witch and a waste of human body is what you are, Bennett. But you will learn that I always get what I want and what I want is you dead!" She sneered. "You are nothing special! Never was and never will be. Klaus was an idiot for keeping you alive as long as he did!"

"Calling your master an idiot? Isn't that against this stupid law?" Bonnie asked as her eyes followed Greta as she walked circles around her, her fists clenched. "But you know what...I rather be a worthless witch than be a spoiled, jealous bitch like you. The moment Klaus gets another witch...me...on his mind you throw a tantrum. Grow up, he doesn't care about you and he never will. You're just a toy to him."

Greta stopped and bit her lip in annoyance. "You think you're so great? Just because you're the last Bennett...AHH!" She screamed when she suddenly felt someone take a full fist of her hair and pull her head back. "Oh no..." Her eyes widened as she looked up at Emily. "You...sneaky bitch!"

Emily smirked than tossed Greta aside effortlessly. She watched the younger witch slide across the dirty floor and collide into the wall. "Now this is mine." She said as she held her grimoire up for Greta to see. "And you've been abusing your power which is frowned upon by our kind. Trust me...I know...because I can hear them all just talking about how disappointed they are in you, sweet Greta. You betray your kind and give your all to a vampire." Emily spat as she began advancing towards her.

Bonnie took that time to make her way over to Damon, running to his side as she ignored Emily's little chat with Greta. She tugged at the chains and frowned when he winced and cried out once more, but when his blue eyes connected with her hazel ones and he realized who he was, he calmed down. "Bonnie?" He asked in a whisper, thinking he was probably dreaming her up or his mind was playing games on him. "Is that really you?"

She nodded, "Yeah...I'm gonna get you out of here, ok? We're gonna take you away from this place and fix you up. I promise." Before he could respond she tugged once more at the chains, nearly dislocating her shoulder at the strength and angle she was in, and ripped the chain from the old dusty wall. "Auh..." She made a small noise but didn't cry out as she felt her body begin to burn in pain, remembering that even though she was a witch that she was also only human.

Damon caught the pained look on her face and frowned. She wasn't using her magic because now that Emily was out of her she still didn't know much about how to work it so if she tried it on him it could go horribly wrong. He just wished she still would think about herself before she just went and did harmful things like this that could hurt herself. He was about to say something before she continued to unchain him when the other woman in the room caught his eyes.

He took sight of the tight blue jeans and black heel boots. Her shirt was a small brown tank and her hair was short and curly. He couldn't see her face but he already knew, he already knew it was Emily here to save him too. He lost all thought as he felt his arms and legs become free, his eyes still boring into the back of her as he stood on his feet weakly.

"You Bennett bitches think you're so great?" Greta laughed as she sat up against the wall, "I hope you enjoy dying again, Emily...because I did not come alone!"

Emily turned on her heel to see Elijah enter the room also. He looked calm and casual as he looked over at her. "You've gotten strong...there's no doubt about that." He said as he kept his eyes on Emily. "But...just because you have come back from the dead does not make you immortal. You see...the longer you stay on this earth the more you become more human...the way you were. I could snap your neck in a second."

Bonnie frowned then looked over to Emily who remained emotionless.

"But I'm not." That got a reaction from all the witches in the room. "I'm not going to harm anyone here. As a matter of fact, the way I see it only one of you will survive." His eyes went from Bonnie to Damon to Emily. "And it's your choice." He stepped back and smiled as Greta stared at him, dumbfounded. "Goodbye, sweet Greta. I will make sure Klaus mourns your death..."

"What?" Greta screamed as she quickly stood to her feet and backed against the wall in fear. "You...you can't...Elijah...you're suppose to kill them!"

Elijah shrugged, "I see things working in my favor if I allow this to happen. Do you think I would always take orders from Klaus?" He chuckled. "Plus...I never liked you, Greta. You're as spoiled as you are annoying. I think it is time we got a new witch." He glanced at Emily. "I must go...have a great day."

"Elijah!" Greta yelled but he was already gone. She looked over at Emily, fear finally filling all her features as she looked into the elder witch's eyes. "Please...please don't kill me..."

"Oh I'm not." Emily replied with a smirk, "But she is."

Before Greta could react, Bonnie quickly tackled her to the floor.