Fire and Blood

Five years ago, Bonnie Bennett left after the Mikaelson family did. Elena is now a vampire and her humanity is slipping with each day. On the anniversary of Bonnie's disappearance, Caroline receives a letter from her best friend. But what is it that she wants?

Author's Note:

Season Four never happened. Alaric never got turned into a vampire, never got possessed either. Delena happens (only because fuck it, I don't give a fuck about either of them anymore) Forwood is still on and Stefan is currently single. All of the original fam is in New Orleans.

i don't own anything but Mischa, Kit and Adrian

"Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that."
― Ally Condie, Matched

Chapter Two

"Why should we go? Bitch-Witch abandoned us and now after five years, she wants to besties again?"

Caroline was three short-fused seconds away from tearing Damon's throat out. The elder vampire was in no way Bonnie's friend. He didn't even get to lump himself together where she, Bonnie and formerly Elena were once best friends. She had come to deliver the tickets and leave because looking at the two cluster-fucks who deemed Bonnie no longer worthy to be mentioned in their presence were currently glaring at the blonde as if she had given them some sexually transmitted disease. As if that would ever happen. Caroline would rather stuff herself full of vervain.

"Damon, you're no her friend. You tried to kill her multiple times. You turned her mother into a vampire. You tormented her until she opened the tomb only to discover that Katherine, who you foolishly thought loved you, was there. And who paid the price for it? Bonnie; she lost her grandmother. Who was abused and even thrown into enemy fire as a sacrificial lamb for a crazy hybrid? Bonnie. Who died not once but twice for your carbon clone girlfriend over there? Bonnie. Who never got a thank you, even when she didn't set your ass on fire?"

"Bonnie," Stefan answered, a guilty look still on his face. Five years, even after he apologized and suggested she leave for her own good, he still felt guilty. He could feel Elena's cold gaze and Damon's glare. "I say we go. Bonnie's inviting us so she obviously wants us there."

"I second that," Alaric said. Jeremy nodded his head in agreement. He would give anything to see Bonnie again. It had been far too long since he had seen her and he missed her. He was hoping she was ready to try again. The younger Gilbert knew he was. Matt nodded his head as well. He missed his old friend. Tyler was behind Caroline a hundred percent. They had already dropped off Rudy's plane ticket at his house and he was packing as the group of supernaturals stood around the Salvatore Boarding House.

"Looks like you two are out-voted," Caroline smirked. "Now pack a bag. We're living tomorrow night."

"You're thinking too much," Adrian stated. He was leaning against the door frame of their bedroom. Bonnie was sitting in front of her vanity, a light frown on her face as she was lost in thought. She had heard him, and took notice of how he pushed off the frame and stepped into the room. The house was empty tonight. Mischa had taken Kit out of town the day before to meet with some other witch covens to make sure they would attend. Rebekah had popped up earlier that afternoon, informing Bonnie that her former friends were coming to the ceremony.

Adrian dropped a kiss on his wife's bare shoulder. "Tell your thoughts, my love."

"I want to kill him."

The male witch said nothing. He knew of whom she spoke. The vampire that turning her mother into what she now. The man who had vowed to her ancestor to protect her bloodline and yet failed her. The man, the vampire, known as Damon Salvatore. His name was mention in the witch community. He was a man who used his charm to enthrall females witches to get what he wanted. Once he was done, he killed them.

Adrian had wondered why the spirits were more angry with Klaus, who valued witches and let them live, than Damon who had some much blood on his hands it was hard to overlook. Brown eyes looked at his wife, their eyes locking from the reflection in the mirror before them. "Dearest," he said into her skin, the soothing Russian sending a shiver of pleasure down Bonnie's spine.

"I know," Bonnie sighed. "His blood is soiled and not worth the temptation of dark magic."

Adrian rubbed her shoulders. He eased her back, her head resting against his chest. "That's not what I was going to say."

Emerald eyes looked at him in curiosity. "Make him suffer, my Queen."

Bonnie looked at her husband. "Why?"

Lifting his wife into his arms, Adrian walked them over to their bed. He laid her down, straddling her lithe form, trapping her between the mattress and himself. Deep brown eyes and emerald green stared into each other before the male witch leaned in, his lips teasing hers. "He has caused you pain. So much pain that when I first looked into your eyes, I was a broken beauty. A light that needed to be rekindled."

"You've rekindled it," Bonnie said, cradling his face with her hands.

Adrian smiled tenderly. "It is brighter now," he spoke. "The light in your eyes. I see it everyday and I love it."

Bonnie arched an eyebrow. "Is that all you love about me?"

Her husband pulled her close, wrapping a leg around his waist and letting his hand slide up her thigh, feeling skin he's touched so many times. Her back arched and Bonnie gave a delighted sigh. "Of course not. I love you entirely. Your eyes, your smile, your skin, your personality, all of you and the things I've yet to see, I love about you," he paused and reached for her underwear whispering, "Let me love and worship you forever."

Bonnie nodded and watched as her husband moved to remove her panties, his lips brushing against the skin of her calf before traveling down her inner thigh, moving to the other and to the inside of her knee. Feather soft kisses sent shiver after shiver through her body before Bonnie was caught unaware by her husband's tongue licking her clit. He ran his tongue up and down, circling it and making shapes. Bonnie bucked up as he began spelling out her name with his tongue.

"A-Adrian," she choked, moaning when he dipped his tongue into her wet heat, teasing her. "Don't tease me."

He stopped, licking his lips. "But my Queen," he said with a lazy smile. "I haven't seen started on worshiping you. I plan on showing your body and your soul every once of love I have for you."

Bonnie didn't get to say a work as he went back to his task, his mouth latching onto her clit and his fingers slipping inside her pussy.

Neither of them would be getting sleep tonight.

Caroline opened the door and smiled. "Bonnie!" she cried, wrapping her arms around her dear friend. The witch laughed and her best friend tight. "I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too Care-bear."

Caroline smiled at the nickname. "Come in! Tyler's in the bathroom taking a shower so if he comes out naked..."

Bonnie laughed and waved it off. "Caroline, I'm not a blushing virgin anymore," she said showing the blonde her left ring finger. Caroline stared and her mouth fell open at the sight of the ring resting there. The blonde sat down on the bed, suddenly in shock.

Bonnie was married.

Bonnie was married and probably had little witch babies running around and all Caroline had done was mope and cry over her best friend for the last five years. She had no thoughts of marriage. College had happened for about a year and a half but without Bonnie, it was meaningless. She had jobs, had been employed but had recently taken an absence due to the anger and depression of not having Bonnie. And as for the kids thing, well she couldn't. At least she didn't think she could.

"Care," she was pulled out of her slight musing by the touch of her best friend. Warmth, that's what she felt and it sank into her cold bones as Caroline leaned into the touch. She had missed Bonnie so much. "I'm sorry if I laid this on you too quickly."

"No," breathed the vampire. "No, I'm happy you're married. I'm just sad I missed it."

Bonnie laughed softly. "If it makes you feel any better, you'll meet my husband and his family tonight."

Caroline frowned. "At the Mikaelson's ball."

The witch nodded. "Yes at the ball," she said. "And they've changed. You'll see. Now where are the others?"

"At the hotel down the street. Damon was being his usual asshole self and decided that everyone but me and Tyler would get another hotel. Matt only went to keep the peace since Alaric would need some help."

Bonnie sighed. Poor Matt and Ric, she thought to herself. Those two needed a much deserved break after all the shit they had been through. She's make sure to ask some of the witches in town for relaxation herbs. The door to the bathroom opened and both girls watched as Tyler Lockwood stepped out in just a towel that was wrapped around his mid section.

"Shit! Bonnie!" he cried upon seeing the witch. Laughing to herself, the Bennett witch waved a hand to her old friend.

"Tyler."

The hybrid blurred over to the clothes that he had left on the bed and back into the bathroom. Both women laughed softly before Caroline turned to her friend and took her hands. "Just so you know, I do forgive you. For leaving without me."

Bonnie smiled, a weight being lifted off her shoulders.

"What time do you want us all there tonight?" Caroline asked.

Bonnie placed a finger to her chin as she thought, "6' o clock is fine. But right now, let's catch us."