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Prom Night I

It was Prom night – her prom night.

Apart from graduating herself she'd also organized the whole thing – every last little bit of it. And it was perfect. Just like her dress, a designer piece for which she had saved up for a whole year. She'd chosen it far in advance, being the planner that she was. It was crème-colored, almost white, sleeveless, and from her décolleté to her waist it was covered in details until it fell down in drapes to the floor.

Perfect.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, it almost made up for everything else that was not perfect.

Bonnie was a mess. Jeremy's death had hit her almost as hard as Elena.

Elena, however, had returned from New York – with Rebekah instead of Damon. All of a sudden she seemed to be best friends with the blonde devil, although Caroline didn't doubt that she'd backstab her the second it brought her an advantage. She was almost sorry for Rebekah – almost.

Although they had found Katherine, they hadn't found the cure.

As soon as they were sure that that it was pointless, both girls had abandoned Damon and Stefan with Katherine and, surprisingly, Ellijah.

The guys had arrived later with a rental car – and not amused.

She'd fought with Elena again – several times, although she'd tried not to provoke her. She had decided not to let it get to her, but it was hard, especially with the things she'd said.

Silas was still out there and nobody knew where he was or what he was doing. Stefan had talked to Klaus – she'd avoided him after the incident.

She'd cursed herself for her weakness, but she let it slide. It was too late now, anyways. And luckily, she'd had the prom to focus on.

Tonight was prom night.

Which, if you judge the future by the past, was also a very dangerous thing. Each and every dance or party since the Salvatores appearance in town had sooner or later ended in death and tragedy.

So she stood in front of her mirror, fixing her hair and wishing with all her heart that this time, this one time things would be okay.

Elena sighed, leaving Bonnie seated at the table and sauntered over to Caroline who was currently fixing a misplaced decoration.

"She's no fun."

Caroline took a deep calming breath and then turned her head towards her friend.

"Would you please just leave her alone? She's been through too much already, she doesn't need you making it worse."

She'd resorted to a bitchy attitude by now, babying humanity-less Elena was an impossibility.

Elena rolled her eyes in annoyance. She really did look gorgeous in her dress.

"Maybe we should turn her."

Caroline's head snapped towards Elena, who now had her full attention.

"What?! Are you out of your mind?"

Elena raised her eyebrows playfully. "Why? How about both of you turn it off. We could have so much more fun. You know, like old times."

"It would be nothing like the old times. And besides, don't you have a new best friend to tend to?"

Elena leant back against the wall. "Yeah, but she's already boring me. She's too old to turn it off, how lame is that? Sooner or later I'll have to get rid of her."

Her suspicions had been confirmed. "And that's exactly the point, Elena. Everything you do now – it will come back to you as soon as this is over. Because that stupid switch does not last forever. Do you even understand what that means?"

"You are the blonde, forgot about that? That time will be centuries away. I'll just have my fun while it lasts."

Caroline took another deep calming breath and then leaned in, fixing her gaze on Elena's. "This is my prom. Do you even have any idea what that means to me? Could you just please give me this one day to have some fun? You can ruin any other day but not this one, not prom." She made eye contact with Damon and motioned to him to come over.

Elena smirked, mirth in her eyes.

"Oh, don't worry, Caroline. I'll make sure your prom turns out just wonderful."

Damon arrived and Caroline grabbed him by the arm.

"She's talking about turning Bonnie. You better watch the hell out for her or both of you are off the guest list."

Damon raised his eyebrows. "Slow down, Blondie." He reached for Elena's arm, who tried to free herself but failed. "I'll take care of her. No worries. Now dance along."

"Yeah, sure," Elena snorted, obviously not content with the way she was being handled. She probably already thought of a way to escape.

Caroline shook her head and walked off. None of that tonight.

If anything, Damon was able to take keep her from doing what she wanted.

She gritted her teeth, she still didn't like him.

But anything that kept Elena from making sure her prom turned out just wonderful was just fine with her.

She approached Bonnie, smiling gently.

"I'm glad you came."

Bonnie sighed. "You basically forced me."

She slowly sat down beside her friend, leaning towards her. "It's prom, Bonnie. No matter what, you shouldn't miss it."

Bonnie stared vacantly off into the crowd, then turned her head towards Caroline, smiling, although it didn't reach her eyes. Something was broken in her friend, but she knew she would turn out okay. Bonnie was strong, a survivor. She just needed time and some tending.

She reached out for her hand.

"Let's make this the best night ever." Bonnie nodded, still smiling but the sadness in her eyes still very evident.

Matt approached them – Bonnie's date for tonight. Caroline was glad Matt was there to take care of her. He was probably the best person to do the job, so very kind and most of all very human. Normal. Exactly what Bonnie needed right now.

"Hey, Care." He stood beside Bonnie, placing his hand on the back of her chair.

"Well done, the prom is great."

A bright smile plastered her face. "Thank you! It was a hell of a lot of work. I had to make them change the table cloths three times – and the flowers, I don't even want to start talking about that."

Bonnie laughed a little, and warmth spread in Caroline's heart.

Bonnie was going to be alright, in time.

"Uhm, Care," Matt remarked nervously, his eyes squinted, "I know it's not the best of news but I think there's a certain someone staring at you from the door."

Bonnie raised her head and tensed up, a flicker of her signature anger burning in her eyes.

Caroline turned around.

Klaus.

"You're not serious," she spoke through clenched teeth.

She got up. "I'll take care of that. He shouldn't even be here."

She knew he could hear her. Bonnie looked down and Matt sighed.

She smiled at both of them again. "Have fun, make the best of this night. I'll see you two later."

Then she turned around and put on a serious expression again, walking towards Klaus.

"What are you doing here?"

His gaze was serious, too but he didn't fail to paint his voice with his usual detached sarcasm.

"Well, as far as I can see, you don't have a date, love."

She almost laughed out loud. The nerve of this man.

"I do."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well, I don't see anyone around."

She searched through the crowd until she found Stefan; he was watching Elena and Damon dancing from another side of the room. "There you go."

"I take it Elena came with Damon then."

She nodded. "She did."

Matt and Bonnie, Elena and Damon, her and Stefan and Rebekah, who had apparently compelled herself a date from out of town.

She turned around, keeping her eyes on the crowd and he stepped in beside her.

They shared a moment of silence, the past 'incident' hanging like a threat in the air.

"So… how have you been?" he asked, cautiously.

Her expression hardened. "Just fine. Actually, I've been pretty busy, planning and organizing all of this." She made a waving motion with her hand.

He smiled to himself. "I know. I have to say I'm impressed, by the way. But I wouldn't have expected anything less from you." He smiled at her. "You look ravishing by the way."

She snapped her head towards him. "Seriously, why are you here?"

An amused expression spread on his face.

"Well, for starters I believe your date is not exactly exceeding at his job. It looks to me like little Elena has two dates, or rather two watchdogs, instead of one."

Caroline snorted. "She needs to be watched. She's a freaking time bomb right now."

He chuckled. "I think I might actually like her better this way. She's still annoying, but at least that pretentious moralist self-righteousness is gone."

Her face hardened. "Yeah? Well, I don't. She almost killed me."

The smile fell off his face. "She did what?"

Her and her big mouth. Fuck.

"Leave her alone. She's not herself right now."

He clenched his teeth. "That's no excuse."

She raised her eyebrows. "Well, for starters, you tried that, too. And if I recall correctly, you have whatever you have left of your humanity still on."

His eyebrow twitched and he stared off into the crowd.

"But I didn't do it. I spared you, Caroline. I spared Tyler for you."

She laughed out dryly. "Yeah, right. Spared."

She looked away, too.

She sighed. Here she was, having this discussion with him, again.

He frowned and then a suave smile spread on his face. "I think I have some business to attend to."

She turned her head towards the direction he was looking at.

Hayley.

Anger boiled up in her. "What's she doing here?"

He smirked. "I don't know. But I suppose it has to do with a certain main objective of mine."

He took a step forward, then turned towards her, giving her a sinister smile while tilting his head.

"Well, then, I guess I'll see you around. Save me a dance."

"How about no."

He raised his shoulders in feigned defeat, then turned and walked off towards the wolf girl.

The girl who was responsible for Tyler having to leave town, again. No, for good.

She looked through the crowd. Elena was dancing with Rebekah's date. Damon and Stefan were arguing at the sidelines. She tuned into the conversation.

"Why can't you let her have a little fun? You don't know what happened in New York, if you try to control her, she'll play you." Damon.

"It's not her. We simply have to be smarter than her, Damon. We're a whole team of people watching her every move. It can't be that hard."

"All I'm saying is that the more we try to control her, the more she will want to rebel against it."

She walked towards them, an angry glint in her eyes.

"How fucking stupid are you guys? You ask yourselves why she can play you so well? Maybe it's because she can hear every fucking word you say!"

They looked at her, dumbfounded for a moment.

"Then give me a solution, Blondie."

She shook her head. "Not tonight. Tonight that's your job. Tonight is prom. My prom."

Damon rolled his eyes, and Stefan smiled. Then he reached out and placed his hand on her arm.

"Well, how about I do my duty as your date and we share a dance."

She smiled brightly.

"How about we do that."

Stefan never failed to make her feel okay. Out of all of this mess, his friendship was the only decent thing that had come out of it. She wouldn't want to miss it, ever.

They stepped on the dance floor, positioned their hands and their feet and started dancing.

For the first time this night things felt okay.

She sighed and smiled.

"It's gonna be okay," she said. "In time."

He nodded and smiled back at her. "It always is."

They took a few steps and she looked around the room.

Matt was talking to Rebekah. She frowned.

"You were talking to Klaus."

She looked back at him. "Yeah, somehow he still can't take a hint."

"He's got it pretty bad for you, doesn't he?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Seems so. Though I can't exactly say that I'm thrilled about it. I don't understand why he doesn't just leave."

Stefan licked his lips. "Maybe he will. I talked to Elijah. There's something going on in New Orleans that might call his attention."

Surprised, she frowned. "New Orleans?"

He raised his eyebrows as if to indicate that he was as clueless as her. "I don't know."

She bit her lip, pondering about it. "Maybe things will be better when he's gone. Maybe we can take care of Silas on our own."

Stefan frowned.

But Caroline shook her head, smiling.

"And then we'll find the cure, give it to Elena and all will be back to normal. Bonnie will recover in time, we all will recover in time and-"

She was interrupted by loud screaming.

Instantly both of them let go of each other and turned towards the noise.

The distinctive smell of blood filled the room.

The crowd parted, some people running away, some running closer.

In the middle of the dance floor lay the dead body of Rebekah's date.

Elena had vanished.

A worried looking Damon arrived moments later, Matt at his side.

"What happened?"

Her desperation turned to fury; she pointed her finger at him. "You were supposed to look out for her!"

"You were, too! How could you let this happen?"

"YOU-" She halted, collecting herself. "What were you doing?"

"Bonnie's gone," Matt announced, his voice small. "I only left her alone for a moment. When I came back she'd suddenly vanished."

"What?!" She paused again, collecting herself. "You mean you were busy talking to Rebekah."

He looked down guiltily.

"Okay, we need to find them, both of them."

Suddenly the puzzle pieces connected in her head. Sheer terror spread on her face. "Oh my god."

The others turned their heads towards her, worried looks on their faces.

"She wants to turn her. Earlier, Elena talked about turning Bonnie."

Their faces fell, a look of guilt spread on Damon's.

"We have to find them."

Suddenly the commotion around them made a way for the cops.

Her mother was here.

"Caroline, what happened?"

Quickly, she made a decision.

She moved closer and whispered, so none of the humans around could hear her.

"Elena killed that guy, now she's got Bonnie."

A look off horror spread on her mother's face. "Elena? Why would she do that?"

She looked away, making a decision. "Mom, she turned her humanity off."

Her mother frowned. "She did what?"

"Vampires can do that. I don't have time, mom. We need to find her."

Her mother nodded, still processing.

Caroline turned around, Damon and Matt had already gone.

"Where are they searching?" she asked Stefan.

"Outside." They started walking, fast.

"I'll go take a look at the girls' bathroom. You check the men's room and then the cellar. I'll take the other rooms."

He nodded and they parted ways.

Quickly, she opened the door to the bathroom. It was empty.

"Elena?" She checked the bathroom stalls – all empty.

She ran her hand through her hair and let out a desperate sigh. This couldn't be happening.

Suddenly the door opened, and someone came in.

She turned her head.

A man. A man in the girls' bathroom.

"What kind of creeper are you? Are you too stupid to read a fucking symbol on a door?"

He smirked, and for some reason chills went down her spine.

He was handsome and had an air about him that she only knew from one person.

This guy reminded her of Klaus.

"A creeper, huh? Another new word for my quickly growing vocabulary. Thank you."

She frowned.

Then she stalked towards the door past him. "Get out. I don't have time for this."

He chuckled, then suddenly lashed out and grabbed her neck, too fast for her to catch up with.

Then she felt her spine snapping and the world went black.

Groaning, she awoke. She was outside.

As quickly as she could, she forced herself into a sitting position.

Bonnie was sitting beside her, her gaze vacant.

"Bonnie!" She grasped her friends arms. "Are you okay?"

She didn't answer, didn't react at all but instead moved like a ragdoll in her hands.

Frantically, Caroline looked around.

The man was standing beside them, still smirking.

"Who are you?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh my, you really are a blonde, are you?"

What could she be missing? Her eyes widened. "Silas." Of course, it was right in her face.

He nodded but stayed silent.

He did not remind her of Klaus anymore. He would be gloating right now, or giving some speech.

He turned his head towards her. "Oh, don't worry, love." A chill went down her spine. He used the word to tease her. "He'll be here soon enough."

She froze. He could read her thoughts.

"What have you done to Bonnie?"

He didn't answer; instead he looked to his right as if he was waiting for something. Or someone. Klaus.

What was he planning? Frantically, she searched her mind.

Okay, she was here to lure Klaus in. What did he need Klaus for? Why was Bonnie here?

He'd stabbed Klaus because he wanted the cure. Maybe Klaus had it now.

Maybe he needed Bonnie to break the spell and raise the dead.

He looked towards her appreciatively. "Not that much of a blonde, then. I think I get what he sees in you now."

He turned his head again and his smile spread. "Ah, there he is."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her up roughly.

Klaus appeared, assessing the situation. He looked furious.

"Silas."

He nodded, yanking her towards him.

"Let's skip the theatrics. I know you have the cure. You give it to me and you get the girl."

Klaus' face contorted in anger.

"You really think it's that easy?"

Silas pulled her in even farther, placing his hand right on her heart. Her breath hitched and she stared right into Klaus' eyes. Then suddenly his fingers dug into her skin, not deep but deep enough to hurt as hell. She screamed in terror.

"Enough!" Klaus screamed, his face contorted in anger. "Deal," he ground out through clenched teeth.

"I thought so." But he didn't remove his fingers. "But you give me the cure first."

Klaus reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out a small box.

Then he stepped forward, visibly shaking with anger, and held it out, offering it to him.

Silas took it, again too quickly for her to keep up with. Then, finally, he pulled out his fingers and she was pushed towards Klaus, who caught her and retreated backwards quickly.

Frantically, she turned towards him with wide eyes.

What were they going to do now? He looked back at her, his arms still placed protectively around her and a look of relief mixed with his fury. He looked at her reassuringly, just like he had when he had saved her from Alaric.

Then, suddenly, they were on the ground, contorting in the pain of aneurism.

Bonnie.

It had to be Bonnie.

Suddenly she started chanting something and the aneurism was gone, instead Caroline found herself immobile.

Fortunately she had a good view of the scene unfolding before her.

Silas lounged forward, a deformed stake in his hands, towards Klaus. She couldn't see what was happening. Had it been the rest of the white oak stake?

Panic rose in her chest. No!

Then Silas was back in front of Bonnie, staring at the open box in his hand.

She tried to take a look at Klaus but he was out of her view.

Bonnie chanted on and on. Suddenly blood started coming out of her nose.

She couldn't do anything, nothing at all. She'd have to watch this happen, literally immobile. In the back of her mind she realized that this was, had always been her worst fear.

No control, no control whatsoever.

Tears escaped her eyes and she was sure she'd been close to hyperventilating if she could only move.

Silas reached into the box. Bonnie was now bleeding from her ears, shaking visibly, screaming out chants.

This was going to kill her.

It was going to kill her.

Tears blurred her vision and she forced herself to stop crying. It was the only kind of control she had left.

Bonnie fell to her knees, still chanting despite the fact that she was obviously way out of breath. Blood was coming out of her eyes. Her eyes.

Suddenly, the scenery changed. A flash in front of Silas.

Rebekah.

Rebekah had her hands on the cure, the next moment they were in his mouth. Had she forced it down his throat? Then, she had his heart in her hand and he fell to the floor.

The spell was broken, she could move again.

Instantly she was on her feet, beside Bonnie.

She'd stopped chanting, she was slumped on the ground, motionless, her eyes vacant.

"Bonnie!" she screamed, frantically shaking her.

She stilled, unable to process the information.

Bonnie had no pulse.