A/N: Oh heyyy my lovely readers! I know I wrote an apology note not too long ago but I just wanna say I'm sorry for my lack of attention to this story. I just started summer classes and basketball workouts at UGA and boy did they KICK MY ASS. Seriously, it was rough and evidently it only gets worse in the fall… But whatever, at least I'll have my VD episodes to help me cope Anyways, was anyone else as pissed as I was that Elena became a vampire? Like seriously, there's already one undead doppleganger, we don't need another one. And this also means that her stupidity, neediness, and other annoying personal traits are gonna be magnified. Fantastic. Another season of her bitching… I just can't wait to get a taste of this new dark, bad-ass Bonnie and I have a feeling that Klaus/Damon/Elijah/Kol can't wait either ;)

xXx

"Shit Bonnie, when you make an entrance you make an entrance." Damon smirked behind his bourbon glass referring to the showdown between her and Elena.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie shot him the bird and focused her attention back on the grimoire sitting in front of her. She, Stefan, and Damon had all decided to go see check up on Alarick after doing some witchy research about what could be going on with him. So far, she'd read up on some natural herbs that would help prevent his black outs and…"other" Rick from coming out to play.

Bonnie had sent Stefan on an herb run in the woods and Damon was supposed to help her read through old history books. However, the only thing he managed to read was the label on his Jack Daniels bottle…

Just as she'd marked a page with a sticky-note, Stefan flew through the front door.

He had the plastic baggy of herbs clutched in his hand and he looked pissed. His shirt was all wrinkled, there was dirt smeared into his jeans, and his hair was more disseveled than usual.

"What the hell happened to you?" Damon asked, scrunching his face up.

Casually picking the debris off his shirt, Stefan replied, "You know, this started as a simple task. The rosemary, the wolfspade, and even the Angel's Trumpet petals. Then I see that you need an acorn and think hey, this will be simple. So I find this acorn and this crazy, stupid squirrel jumps out at me and completely flips a shit."

"Wait a second, you're telling me that a squirrel did this to you?" Bonnie asked, raising her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Yes, him and his furry friends!"

"Maybe you ate one of his friends…" Damon replied.

Bonnie lost it. She busted out in laughter, tossing her head back, showing all of her teeth and clutching her stomach.

Damon snickered, took a sip from his drink and walked away.

Stefan wasn't amused at all. That squirrel had scarred him for the rest of eternity…

"It's not funny, Bonnie." He pouted and tossed the herb bag on the couch beside her before plopping down on the other side.

She regained her composure and wiped the tears from her eyes and rested Stefan's head on her lap, "Aww, poor baby. Did the man squirrel hurt your feelings." She asked in a baby voice.

"Yeah, and my face too." Stefan replied in a voice just as childish.

"Do you want mommy to take care of your boo-boos?" she asked, causing him to look up at her.

He licked his lips once, and muttered, "Yes please."

Bonnie laughed and began to stand up and pulled him to his feet, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. You smell like you wanna be alone."

"It's all for you baby." He smirked before squeezing her in a tight hug, enveloping her in his musty stench causing her to groan/laugh against his chest.

"For God's sake, please go upstairs already!" Damon shouted from the kitchen.

The pair laughed and raced up the stairs to Stefan's room, quickly peeled each other's clothes off and stepped into the steaming shower.

Stefan's shower was fancy; it had shower heads on opposing walls and a huge rain showerhead above.

Bonnie took extreme care in washing Stefan, especially his back. She worked her small hands on the planes of his strong back. He had beautiful skin that was tan, smooth, and warm and she loved it. Stefan reveled in relief his back felt as Bonnie kneaded and rolled his lower back. No one had ever taken care of him like this before so he felt the need to return the favor.

He turned around and took her in. She was absolutely beautiful; her dark hair was plastered to her caramel-colored skin. He ran his thumb along her cheekbone to her chin and then lowered his lips to Bonnie's and kissed her slowly and passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his encircled her tiny waist. In that moment, the two felt the same feelings; whole, safe, wanted, and special.

"You are so beautiful." He murmured, running his eyes over her face.

She giggled softly, "Takes a beautiful person to know one."

Stefan smiled that warm smile of his and pressed his lips to her forehead.

Locking their gaze, he placed his hands on either side of her face and gently murmured, "You are so special Bonnie and I know that my brother and I didn't treat you that way, but I promise that I'll make it up to you."

"I'm holding you to that Salvatore." She smiled and pressed her lips to his collarbone.

xXx

"Sherriff, we'll only be a few minutes."

"I've already told you Stefan. Rick's not allowed to have any visitors. He's been accused for two counts of murder and a case for attempted murder! He's dangerous." Liz replied in a hush voice.

Growing impatient, Damon shut the door to Liz's office and stepped forward and Bonnie immediately got the feeling that things were going to get bloody.

"Listen Liz, you know that our Scooby gang is a bit faster than yours. All we want to do is talk to Rick for a few moments, figure out what the hell is going on, and be on our merry way. Now please, be a doll and bend the rules for a moment." Damon said in a voice that was calm but screamed authority.

Looking defeated, Sheriff Forbes dropped her gaze to the floor and then met Stefan's gaze.

"Please, Liz."

Sighing she grabbed the ancient looking keys off her desk, "Let's make this quick."

The trio followed her down the hall and down a flight of stairs that led down into an ancient hall with stone walls and dirt floors.

She approached the very last cellar on the hall and pulled the door open.

"You have five minutes."

"Thank you Sheriff, we really appreciate this." Bonnie replied.

After a brief smile, she retreated down the hall while Bonnie kept her eyes on her until she was out of sight. As soon as her figure siappeared around the corner, Bonnie scurried into the cell where Damon and Stefan had already begun to question Rick.

"You don't recall anything about that night?" Stefan asked.

Dropping his face to his hands that were propped on his kneecaps, Alarick sighed, "No. All I remember is falling asleep on the couch and then waking up in the exact same spot."

Frustrated, Damon spun on his heel and rolled his eyes, "Fantastic."

Bonnie, who was on the ground mixing all of the required herbs into a bottle of water, shot her gaze at Damon.

"Save the sarcastic shit Damon, it's not helping."

"There's a stake out there that can end an entire line of vampires, so forgive me if I'm a little ticked off!"

Stefan rolled his eyes again and stepped outside of the cell, "I'm gonna make a few calls."

Bonnie stood up shaking the bottle of what looked like grass and water frantically before handing it to Rick.
"Sorry, but I doubt it will taste like an Arnold Palmer." She smiled sheepishly.

Rick looked at the bottle with utter disgust and after a moment, got over himself and grabbed it and took a swig of it. His face immediately scrunched up and he wiped his mouth making some choking breathing noise.

"God that's vile." He gasped.

Bonnie laughed and reached inside her bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, "I figured you feel that way."

Relief flooded over Rick's face and he immediately took a gulp from the mouth of the bottle.

A moment passed before recognition flitted over Damon's face, "That's mine!"

"That's that twelve year old shit right there." Bonnie muttered under her breath. "Make sure that you finish this bottle in the three, four hours. It'll prevent the blackouts…to an extent."

"What do you mean 'to an extent'?" Damon asked using air quotes.

Sighing, Bonnie crossed her legs and leaned back on her arms.

"I mean the herbs will only be as effective as you let them. In order for you to stop these blackouts, you have to want it. You need to focus Rick. This is all a mental thing. The herbs will help you focus and they also stimulate certain parts of your brain that are associated with memory and control. The rest is all you. You have to want to stay in control Rick. Tell the…other guy that you're in control."

A moment of silence passed before Rick took another gulp of the herbs followed by the whiskey.

"I'll do my best."

Bonnie stood her feet and Rick did the same, "I know you're strong enough to do this Rick."

"Thanks, Bonnie." He replied, giving her a short hug, "Thanks for the booze man." He smirked, slapping Damon on the chest.

"Whatever. You're lucky your ass is mentally unstable." He muttered before walking out.

With a final smile, Bonnie followed a grumbling Damon down the hall, muttering "Men and their liquor."

xXx

"I cannot believe you've been sleeping with Stefan! You lucky bitch!" Caroline beamed, lightly slapping Bonnie's hand.

Sheepishly smiling, Bonnie simply replied, "Shit happens. He was there for me when no one else was Care."

Caroline immediately dropped her cornflower blue eyes down to her Caesar salad and bit her lip.

"Bonnie, I'm so, so, sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel…unwanted or unappreciated. I was just dealing with so many things with Tyler that I forgot to be there for my best friend."

"It's okay Caroline. I was just angry when I left and mad at the whole world. I know you have a lot on your plate with your mom, Tyler, and all this Klaus shit. I was more pissed off at Elena and the Salavatores." Bonnie, explained nibbling on a strip of grilled chicken.

"Speaking of Elena, how is she dealing with this whole thing? You know how she is about rejection…" Caroline trailed off.

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie explained how everything went down with Elena.

"She had the nerve to blame it all on me! She made it seem like I was the one to drag Stefan to Tybee Island and that I lured him into bed."

"Yeah, because you're such the seductress." Caroline laughed, rolling her eyes.

Bonnie had to stifle a laugh because Stefan had called her a seductress many times back down south. Evidently Caroline noticed…

"Or are you?" she asked raising her eyebrows.

"What do you mean, Caroline?" she asked sounding a little too innocent.

"I mean, look at you! You're highlights look amazing, your skin has this glow that no one can miss, and you've gone from dressing Old Navy style to Forever 21!"

"Actually, the shirt is Abercrombie and Fitch and the skirt's by Lucky Brand." Bonnie corrected. "I don't know Care, he just makes me feel so…sexy! No other guy that I've met has worshiped, or devoured, my body the way he does. He treats me like a freaking princess!" she beamed.

Caroline let out a series of squeals, frantically clapped her hands together, and shook her head back and forth.

"Shhh, Caroline!"

"Bonnie! This is huge! I'm so happy for you!"

"Me too… But even though I don't want to, I can't help but feel shitty about the way I treated Elena today."

Caroline rolled her eyes again and took a sip of her soda, "Please. She'll get over it. She wasn't even thinking about Stefan when he was here. She had her legs wrapped around Damon and rode his cock all day long. Now all of a sudden when Stefan leaves and comes back and is with you, she wants him back. She needs to pop a pill and move the fuck on, because Stefan sure has."

Bonnie snapped out of her remorseful thinking and back to her snappy attitude, "Yeah, you're right. Stefan's a grown ass man and he doesn't have to explain himself to Elena or anyone else for that matter and neither do I."

"You said it girl. Now let's take your new baby for a spin. Where did you get the money for that Range?"

"Grams left a lot of money in my name. I figured it was time to spoil myself for once." She smiled, leaving the tip on the table.

"Well since your Grams was more generous than mine, you won't mind buying your best friend a new pair of Jimmy Choos, will you?" Caroline joked, throwing her arm over Bonnie's shoulder.

"Choos, Vuitton, Jacobs, whatever you want Care. One pair only of course…I still need to pay for college."

"Uh huh, like you won't get a scholarship with your grades. Speaking of school, are you going to be back in Mystic Falls for senior year or are you going back to Tybee Island?"

Bonnie shrugged as she and Caroline got into her truck, "I don't know yet. I have a month left to figure that out. But I'll worry about that later, let's shop now!"

xXx

Four hours later, Bonnie plowed her way into the boardinghouse kitchen and sprawled all of her shopping bags on the granite countertop.

"I'm guessing you met up with Caroline today." Damon mumbled from behind his glass of blood.

"How could you tell?" Bonnie asked rhetorically.

Damon, being the smart ass he was, answered anyway, "From the unnecessary amount of shopping bags, skewed across my counters."

Sucking her teeth and rolling her eyes, Bonnie replied, "You'll live."

"Now, make yourself useful and help me get these upstairs. Please."

Damon made that face that he always made when he heard something that he found appalling, "What do I look like? Your boy toy?"

"Um, no. My boy toy is slightly taller than you and far more attractive." Bonnie smirked.

Bonnie did wonder where Stefan was though. She'd spoken to him earlier and he said that he'd be home before she would but he was nowhere in sight. Shaking it off, Bonnie simply pulled out her phone and dialed his number. It rang and rang and eventually went to voicemail.

She decided not to worry about it and went back to pestering Damon about helping her with her bags.

Bonnie knew that Damon found her attractive, especially now, and the fact that Stefan had her probably made Damon want her even more. She decided to test these factors and see if they could get her what she wanted. If Elena could do it for more than a year, she sure as hell could!

She glanced at him from across the counter. She had to admit, he was breathtakingly beautiful. His raven hair was in its usual disarray, his tall and lean body was clothed in black as always, and his heartbreakingly blue eyes were focused on the screen of his iPhone. This was gonna be fun…

Bonnie slowly approached him and lowered the phone to the counter and brought her playful green eyes up to his fierce blue ones.

"Damon, I would really, really appreciate it if you would help me carry my bags upstairs." She murmured, pressing her chest to his and running her fingertips down his muscular arms.

Damon looked completely shocked and then smirked. He knew what game Bonnie was playing and he decided to play along…for a little bit.

"Hmm, how about I do you a favor and you do me a favor?" he murmured into her ear and twirled a piece of her long hair around his finger.

Giggling internally Bonnie kept her act up and made a bold move by grabbing Damon's ass…

Hmm, it is as nice as it looks, she thought to herself.

"And what kind of favor would that be?"

Going in for the kill, Damon took hold of Bonnie's chin and lifted it up. He leaned down as if he was going to kiss her and for a minute he almost did. He heard the quickening of her heartbeat and inwardly smiled to himself, "Mmm, don't start something you can't finish little witch." He murmured those words and then pressed his lips to the base of her collarbone.

Forgetting who's lips were on her neck, Bonnie slightly leaned into Damon as he pulled away, but not enough for him to notice. She kept her composure and smirked at him before saucily replying, "Trust me, there's nothing I can't finish… Just ask your brother." She winked, grabbed three of her eight bags, and swayed her way out of the kitchen up the stairs.

Damon was speechless for all of two seconds before he snapped out of it and grabbed the remaining shopping bags on the counter and followed Bonnie up the stairs.

When the hell did Bennett get so…sexy? And when did I start to like it? Shit… I need a drink.

Twenty minutes later, Stefan walked in the door and flew up the stairs to his bedroom. Bonnie was lying on his bed in one of his basic black tees and a pair of boy short underwear with her feet in the air, reading something on her laptop.

He slid his shoes off, shut the door and slid next to her, analyzing the screen.

"What are you reading?" he asked, sliding his hand up and down her back.

"Smut." She answered simply.

"You mean-"

"Yes, erotica, Zane, lemons…whatever you wanna call it." She finished, eyes still glued to the screen.

"Why are you reading about sex, when your boyfriend, who is more than willing to please you all day long, is laying right here?"

"Because. We don't have this kind of sex. This is completely different than our sex!" Bonnie exclaimed, still frantically reading the words on the screen.

Stefan narrowed his eyes, and got defensive.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not Christian Gray who's into being a hardcore dominatrix and I'm not Anastasia Steele nor am I interested in being a submissive." Bonnie explained.

Stefan was still confused and quite frankly, the growing bulge in his pants was only getting larger as he continued to take in Bonnie's choice of attire.

"Let me see this." He said and snatched the laptop from her and began speed reading a random section. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the things this so-called "Christian Gray" had in store for Anastasia Steele.

"This Gray guy needs some type of therapy." Stefan finalized, placing the computer back in front of Bonnie.

"Oh come on! You're not even going to consider trying this?" Bonnie asked, watching him take his shirt off.

"Psh, hell no. Not only am I a vampire, but I'm also a recovering blood addict Bonnie. If anything to were to go…wrong, you could be dead like that. Not a risk I'm willing to take." He said, unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans to the ground.

"What if I was the dominatrix instead?" Bonnie asked playfully.

Stefan froze in place for a moment, considered what Bonnie has just said and shook his head, "Tempting, but no."

"Hmm, we'll talk about this later. I'll eventually convince you one way or another. But now, I have other plans for us." She murmured running her hand down his chiseled chest.

"I like the sound of that."

Bonnie stood up on her tip toes and press her lips to Stefan's, the kiss immediately becoming urgent and passionate. Hoisting her up so that her legs wrapped around her waist, Stefan gently leaned down so that her back met the bed. Placing he kissed the inside of her right thigh, then her waist, trailed his tongue up to the crease of her supple breasts and from there on, kissed his way to the crease of her neck. He could feel her pulse jumping just beneath her skin and felt his fangs extend until he recognized a faint scent.

Recognition raced through his mind and immediately pulled back.

"No…" he barely whispered.

Bonnie's eyes flung open in surprise, "Stef, what's wrong?"

"Bonnie…you wouldn't." he mumbled again, standing to his feet and retreating away from the bed.

"Stefan what are you talking about?" she nearly shouted, sounding worried.

"You smell like him Bonnie! You smell like Damon!" Stefan growled.

Scrunching her eyes up, Bonnie looked confused and thought for a moment and then held her hand to her mouth, "Oh shit." She whispered.

"Yeah, oh shit. You mind telling me what the hell went on between you and my brother when I was out?" Stefan shouted, crossing his arms on his chest.

Bonnie held her hand up and took a step towards him, "Look, you need to calm down okay. It was nothing."

"It's not nothing, Bonnie!" he shouted again and took a step towards her backing into the wall.

"Stefan, you need to back up." She growled looking up at him, pressing her hands to his chest.

"I'm not interested in being played and led on again, Bonnie. Don't you dare tell me that my brother putting his lips anywhere near you is nothing!"

"Stefan, he didn't!"

"Stop lying to me!" he shouted slamming his palm into the wall beside Bonnie.

She flinched as she gazed into Stefan's now darkened eyes; she had awakened the beast, Ripper Stefan.

Bonnie gently attempted to place a calming hand on Stefan's chest only to have him spin away from her and ram his fist into a bookshelf.

"Stefan, I need you to relax baby."

"Don't 'baby' me, Bonnie. I'm outta here." He grumbled, slipping some black sweats on followed by a white tank.

Bonnie reached after him but he was walking to fast out of rage and just as he was about to walk out of the room, Damon barged in.

"What the hell are you doing Stefan?" he asked, looking around at the destruction Stefan had recently caused.

"Damon, get out of here." Bonnie said urgently.

Stefan glared at the sight of his brother for all of two seconds and then reached for his neck.

"What are you doing here? Get one thing straight Damon. She is mine. You understand? Keep your filthy fangs away from her or I swear I'll make you experience the true meaning of the word Ripper." He spat and threw Damon to the side and then driving his fist into his jaw.

"Stefan, please-" Bonnie started.

"Save it." He growled and dashed down the stairs and out the front door.

Bonnie followed after him; of course he was gone.
"Stefan! Stefan!" she realized that he wasn't going to come back and that she'd have to go out and find him.

She hurried back up the stairs to Damon, frantically tapping him on the shoulder.

"Damon, we have to go find him! He's bloodcrazed and is in no condition to be in public."

"Yeah, I'm fine by the way, thanks." Damon replied sarcastically.

"Oh stop being a baby." Bonnie said rolling her eyes, as she slid a pair of yoga pants on and threw on a tank instead of Stefan's shirt.

"A baby? He broke my fucking jaw, Judgey."

"It'll heal." She replied, stuffing her feet into her Nikes.

Grunting and holding his jaw, Damon finally stood to his feet and followed a frantic Bonnie down the stairs.

"For future reference, Stefan's the jealous type. I advise you not to pull another move like you did in the kitchen again. Ever." Damon replied in that sarcastic tone of his.

"Duly noted." She mumbled getting into her car.

On the bright side, I'm gonna owe Stefan one hell of an apology when this is all over…oh I can't wait. She thought to herself as she sped down the dark road.

A/N: I was slightly disappointed that my special "Lemon/Banana" muse was nowhere to be found when I was writing this chapter. I tried everything to get inspired and I mean everything but I couldn't. I even read the whole Fifty Shaded of Gray book to get inspired. I got about 5 lines of inspiration from that… My boy toy was of no help either because I haven't seen him in about a month. Hmm, maybe when I get back on campus my "Lemon/Banana" muse will return. Maybe she's… busy with someone else's muse ;) hahaha…but thanks for reading and I'm sorry that it took me forever to get this out. I'm gonna stop making promises and just update when I update. I'm trying to finish this story before I go back to my Bamon so the date that I'm planning on having this finished is August 31st…date subject to change. Okay, that's it. I love you guys and thanks for reading this dark thing I wrote. Love you. Peace out. Deuces. Au revoir.

Xo, Harls.