AN: Happy New Year, Lovelies!

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Somehow, this chapter got deleted during editing so I'm having to re-write the entire thing by memory, which helps because I can change somethings around, but I still want to just jump from the events in this chapter to the juicy stuff but whatever.

It is also very short but I'll make it up next chapter which will be out Friday.

Dr. Smith pursed her lips, 'Do you want to continue child?' She waited less than ten seconds for Bonnie to shake her head in agreement, motioning her to continue, 'Can I ask you a question?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

Throughout Damon and Bonnie's exchange, Dr. Smith attempted to remain neutral, choosing to remain silent and observe their situation as a true spectator because that's truly what it was - a spectacle - but necromancy? That was something that the elder with did not condone nor dabble in. It was an old, dark magic that left an equally dark mark on the caster's soul which, from the looks of it, the young Bennett witch lacked.

So how did she do it? How did young witch remain tethered to this realm?

'How are you alive, dear?'

'That must be one rumor that hasn't reached you,' Bonnie sunk to the floor, wiping the stray tears from her lash line 'I'm a vampire.'

'A vampire?' The elder witch eyed Bonnie suspiciously 'You don't feel like death, girl.'

Bonnie's eyes closed as she lifted the veil used to cloak her vampirism, allowing her immense power to seep out for a small moment before containing it once again. When she opened her eyes, Dr. Smith was staring, surprise etched into her features, 'We've learned that it's best if I cloak my vampirism. It only complicates things when I meet other supernaturals.'

'Your vampirism what they're attracted to. Your power is like a beacon.'

'Which is more of a blessing than a curse.' Bonnie sighed.

'You share the blood of both the natural and unnatural,' Realization fell over Dr. Smith's features as she eyed Bonnie suspiciously, 'In all my years, I've never encountered anything like this. A Bennett heretic. How is this possible?'

'I couldn't tell you if I wanted to' To be honest, Bonnie wasn't sure. There was nothing to compare her experience to because, logically, she shouldn't have been able to complete the transition. Vampirism is not natural because vampires, unlike witches, are made, not born, which makes it almost impossible for the two to mix but Bonnie was the one and only exception, 'Like I told him earlier, I couldn't stop the spell and I didn't plan to die with his blood in my system.'

'It's the fact that you planned to die at all,' Dr. Smith shook her head in disappointment 'Child, don't you value your life?'

'I do, it's just-' Bonnie's head lowered as she went over her actions leading up to the confrontation with Damon in her head. She found the spell that would stop her heart in the grimoire and didn't have to think it over. Did that mean that she didn't value her life? No. To her, she was simply trying to fix the problem; fix him before he caused the world to implode 'I needed to stop him before he hurt anyone else.'

'Is this the first time you thought to talk to him about this?'

Bonnie sighed, 'No. God no. I've wanted to tell him the truth since it happened. Besides him being my husband, he's my best friend, I tell him everything but this? I knew this would crush him.'

'Do you think that waiting until he came to terms with her death helped?'

Bonnie ran a shaky hand through her hair, 'No. I'm sure he hates me now that he knows I'm the reason Elena died.'

'What?'

'The spell had a loophole,' Bonnie sighed 'If one of us tried to break the link, both would die. I guess Damon's blood and my magic worked against the spell, killing Elena for good.'

'Do you think that Damon pieced that together?'

'I'm sure he has. Damon's smarter than he looks.' She smiled at the thought of her husband.

'I can tell. Is he always that-'

'I know that he comes off as an asshole, and I'm not making excuses for him because if no one calls him on his shit, I do, but he's the love of my life. I've never felt so safe and at home with someone like I do with him. He's intense, yes, but he loves just as intensely and he's a great husband,' Bonnie's glance shifted to the halo-diamond ring on her left hand and she smiled, 'I mean, I married him, didn't I?'

'That you did,' Dr. Smith smiled, 'If you don't mind me asking, what got Damon to flip his switch?'

'I did.'

Bennett-Salvatore

Everything around was silent except for an incessant buzzing that she couldn't put her finger on. She tried to move and couldn't, pain replacing her will to become mobile then suddenly, all at once, the buzzing turned into a blaring siren causing her eyes to shoot open and her body to come alive as pain filled the void. The pain that she felt was intense, blinding, only to be compared with her time as the anchor but this was different; there was a nagging sensation in her gums along with an intense itch on the taut skin underneath her eyes.

She glanced around the bedroom, looking for anything that would give her a clue on where she was but everything was too bright, too blurry, too intense. Looking down at the silk sheets pooled in her lap, recognition fell over her; she knew this bed. Why was she in Damon's room?

'Why hasn't she woken up?' Caroline's hushed voice carried into the dark bedroom, causing Bonnie's sensitive ears to ring. Even though she could tell that her best friend was rooms away, the volume was no different than her being at her side with a damned cheerleading horn.

Raising a hand, she gently massaged her temples, trying to make sense of everything. The nagging pain in gums was now a dull ache but her teeth were now throbbing and her jaw felt like someone put her on her ass. Throwing the dark sheets from her sweat-drenched body, she threw her legs over the side of the bed about to find Caroline for some answers when Stefan's sad voice stopped her in her tracks, 'I can't say for sure. Her magic's probably working against the transition. She'll wake when she's ready.'

Transition - The realization caused her to glance down at her, now, pale hands that were covered with retreating veins. The sound of a woman's horrified scream filled the air, and after a second, Bonnie realized that it was her screaming. The door flew open as Caroline sped into the room with Stefan close behind.

Caroline rushed to her side, 'Bonnie, it's okay. We're here.'

'I can't be-' Bonnie's shook her head in fierce denial 'I can't be transitioning.'

Stefan sighed, 'I don't know how it's possible but you are.'

'No shit, Sherlock!' Bonnie spat 'I don't want this. This can't be happening.'

'I'm so sorry that this is happening, Bon and I understand how you feel,' Caroline said with sincerity because she did. She understood what it felt like to be forced into transition and to wake up with two choices: drink or die but she prayed that Bonnie would choose the latter 'But I'm going to be here with you every step of the way. You're not alone.'

'Every step of the way? I'm not completing the transition.' Bonnie closed her eyes and braced herself for the fallout. Yes, Caroline's words were soothing but she couldn't become a vampire, or witch-pire, or whatever.

'Bonnie, I understand that it's all new but if you don't, you'll die for good.' Stefan ran a nervous hand across his forehead.

Bonnie scoffed, 'Death has a friend of mine for years, Stefan. Let's not act like I don't have it on speed dial.'

'Do you even hear yourself?' Caroline screeched and Bonnie's hands flew to her ears to drown out the Blonde's wail.

'Caroline, please. Why are you so loud?'

Stefan's eyebrows raised, 'Your hearing? It's already sensitive?'

'Every time she talks, I feel like my ears are about to start bleeding.'

'That's one perk of being a vampire,' Caroline grabbed her hand, lowering her voice to a tolerable tone, 'Your hearing becomes impeccable.'

'Hearing, really Caroline?' Bonnie rolled her eyes, 'I can hear the damned squirrel Stefan has locked in his closet.'

Caroline's attention turned to her boyfriend as he threw his hands up in denial, 'Maybe she's delusional. I don't know what she's talking about.'

'Stefan,' Caroline glared before focusing back on Bonnie 'Bon, I know that you don't want this. I don't want it for you but I need my best friend here with me. I know it's selfish but I need you.'

Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but Caroline cut her off, 'But if you do decide that transitioning isn't the right path for you, I respect that and I will love you all the same. It's going to hurt like hell but I'd understand.'

'Right, Bonnie.' Stefan added, going to Caroline's side.

Bonnie's tear-filled eyes matched Caroline's as she sat in silence, weighing the options in her head. If she didn't complete the transition, she would die, right here, for good. No other side to be retrieved from, no prison world, and no warlock to bring her back; just death. But in completing the transition, she would become the creature that she fought against. She would be losing herself. Could she stomach being a blood-thirsty monster?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Stefan's phone ringing. When he glanced at the name on the screen, his eyebrow raised in confusion, 'I'm getting a call from Damon's phone.'

'I thought his phone was off.' Caroline asked, standing up.

'It was. Maybe I should tell him about Bonnie?'

'No!' Caroline screamed, snatching the ringing iPhone from his hand 'He's the reason this is happening in the first fucking place and I'm going to kill him with my bare hands.'

Stefan sighed, shifting his weight from foot to the other, 'But what if this is the push he needs to flip his switch?'

'Or it could drive him further into the deep end.'

'And besides,' Caroline rolled her eyes, 'He doesn't care. All he cares about is-'

'Elena!' Bonnie exclaimed, wincing at the sound of her own voice, 'I'm transitioning which means that I'm dead which means that she should be awake. Maybe that's why he called.'

Caroline's eyes lit up and she handed Stefan his phone back, 'You're right. Stefan call him back.'

As soon as Stefan took the phone, the sound of someone slamming a car door sounded from outside, 'Who is that?'

Caroline went over to the window and peered down, 'It's Damon and Elena's not with him.'

Bonnie frowned, 'Well, what is he doing here?'

'I'm not sure but he's coming in and he looks like he's on a warpath.' Stefan sighed as the sound of the front door opening and cracking against the foyer wall sounded throughout the house.

'Bonnie!' She could hear the pain mixed with rage in Damon's voice as his voice grew closer to the bedroom. Something was wrong 'Where the fuck are you?'

Something was definitely wrong. Her body tensed every time she heard the familiar sound of glass shattering and things being thrown, 'What is he doing?'

'Bonnie!'

Caroline pushed Stefan towards the door, 'Go find out what's going on and keep him away from this room.'

Before Stefan could open the door, it flew open, revealing a seething Damon, 'I am going to pull your heart out of your throat, Bennett.'

Stefan took a step towards his brother, 'What's going on, Damon?'

'What have you done?' Damon belted, fists clenching at his sides 'What the fuck have you done?'

'What are you talking about?'

'She's dead.'

'Who's dead?' Caroline asked carefully.

'Elena!' He spat before turning his full attention to Bonnie 'She's dead but yet, you're alive so what the fuck did you do, witch?'