'Is this necessary?' Bonnie curled her legs beneath her and she sat down on the Salvatore couch, clutching her new drink of choice - warm blood and tequila - as Caroline flopped down next to her, holding a bowl of popcorn.

'Is it necessary, she asks like a loon.' Caroline sung, offering the bowl of popcorn to Bonnie who declined. After a week of actively avoiding everyone and screening calls, Caroline managed to coax Bonnie out of the boarding house library and into the living room for a mandatory girl's night. 'It is completely necessary. I feel like I haven't spoken to you in months.'

'You're being overdramatic.' She rolled her eyes and picked up a piece of popcorn, tossing it at Caroline's head. 'It's been a week.'

'Do you know how long a week is in a friendship?' Caroline caught the piece of popcorn and dipped it into Bonnie's mug.

'Hey!'

'You're being overdramatic.' Caroline mocked, popping the piece of popcorn into her mouth. 'Do you know how hard it was to get the boys out of the house tonight?'

'I'm sure with the promise of liquor, their protests were minimum.'

'Damon hasn't touched alcohol since you've been locked away, Rapunzel.'

'What?' Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise. 'No bourbon? You've got to be kidding me.'

'Not even a drop!' Caroline sat up on her knees and turned to face Bonnie, the international sign that Caroline Forbes was ready to gossip. 'What's going on between the two of you?'

Her bluntness caught Bonnie off guard and she nearly spit out her blood-tequila mixture. 'What are you talking about?'

Caroline placed the popcorn bowl on the table in front of them. 'Not that I don't think that he deserves the cold shoulder, he does, but I was sure that even if you pushed everyone else away, you'd still talk to Damon. I thought he was helping you.'

Bonnie sighed, realizing that there was nothing she could do to avoid having this discussion with Caroline. 'I've just been working through some things on my own, Care. This is all still new to me.'

Which was part of the reason she had holed herself up in the library. Truthfully, Damon was the person that she intended to avoid while Caroline and Stefan were simply innocent bystanders. Since that night in the Grille, she felt the need to distance herself from him until she figured out what was transpiring inside of her.

When she climbed into the bed with Damon after her bath, he had the Bodyguard ready to play and a bottle of bourbon to share between the two of them. Sharing the bed and being in such proximity to Damon no longer made her uncomfortable, in fact, it felt natural. His presence, in the prison world, brought a sense of normalcy but now, she felt like she was going insane. Not only was she attracted to his scent, foreign feelings flooded her mind and she could feel him, even though he wasn't touching her. The experience was enough to scare Bonnie into hiding, searching the grimoires for answers which were not there.

'You sure?'

'I'm sure, Caro.'

'Can you tell him that because he's been so worried about you that he's been moping, worrying Stefan.' Caroline rolled her eyes.

'Oh, please. Stefan is a natural worrier.' Bonnie laughed.

'That he is.' Caroline cosigned. 'But he thinks that Damon is beating himself up over your transition, and once again, I want him to, but it's weird. Stefan is afraid that he may turn it off again.'

Bonnie frowned, 'He's not. He promised me that he wouldn't.'

'It wouldn't be the first time he went back on a promise, Bon.'

'I know but it's not entirely his fault that I'm like this. He couldn't have known that this would happen.'

'Bonnie, he force-fed you his blood with the intention of killing you and because of that stupid loophole, it actually worked.'

'That's not how the loophole works, Care.' Bonnie's mouth slammed shut and she instantly wished that she could compel Caroline to forget her last sentence because, like a shark to the scent of blood, she was on it.

'Well, how does it work? And does it have something to do with the accident you asked Stefan to tell Damon you were in?' Caroline whispered harshly.

'I told Stefan to keep it to himself.'

'You said it yourself, he's a worrier and he was worried about you. He was worried that there was something you weren't telling and us, and Bonnie, I feel the same. What's going on?'

'Care-'

'Bonnie, what's going on?' Caroline pleaded. 'I want to believe everything is fine with you and you're dealing but you're not giving me anything to work with. You've been locked in that damned library for a week and I feel like my best friend is fading.'

'Because I am!' Bonnie shouted, closing her eyes and cracking the mug. 'I feel like I am losing my damned mind.'

'Then talk to me.'

'What good will talking do? I'm a vampire, Caroline!' The implications of that sentence alone were enough to sum up her problems. Bonnie opened her eyes and turned to her friend. 'I am a Bennett witch and a vampire. I am one of the last of my line and I can't continue our legacy.'

'I understand, Bonnie. I do.'

'You don't! You sit around and blame Damon but it's my fault,' Bonnie stood up, placed the cracked mug on the table and moved towards the fireplace where a picture of Elena and Damon sat on the mantle. She sighed and turned to Caroline who was watching her intently. 'If I tell you this, you cannot tell Damon.'

'Tell me.'

Bonnie took a deep breath, letting the words leave her as she exhaled. 'You know, if I would've known that I would turn into a vampire-witch thing because my humanity-less best friend force-fed me his blood during a spell to stop my heart and wake Elena, I wouldn't have done it. Especially now, because I can't stop thinking about him and his scent is driving me absolutely bat shit but you live and you learn, right?'

'You did what?' Caroline screeched as she sped over to where Bonnie stood, horror etched into her features. 'How could you?'

'Let me explain, Care.'

'Bonnie, no. What the fuck?'

Bonnie turned and pointed at the picture of Elena and Damon. 'Look at them, Caroline. There was no way that I could compete with that. It was only a matter of time before Damon realized the mistake he made and really killed me.'

'Have you lost your mind, Bennett? It's not your fucking job to placate Damon and Elena at the expense of your own life nor should you feel indebted to him for choosing to live.'

'I would've done the same for any of you, Caroline.'

'And that's the problem!' Caroline scoffed. 'We are friends, Bonnie, but you shouldn't have to continuously sacrifice yourself for us.'

'But Damon-'

'Is a fucking vampire with no expiration date. God, he waited one-hundred and forty-five years for Katherine, he could've waited another fifty for Elena.'

'He wouldn't have made it.'

'I don't care!' Caroline cried. 'What about you, huh? What about Bonnie making it? What about the people that care about you and need you? Do you know how pathetic you sound? This isn't Bonnie Bennett.'

Caroline's words burned like vervain and Bonnie bowed her head as the blonde grabbed her hand and continued. 'You are my sister, Bonnie, and I am terrified of losing you. Your life is worth so much more than some toxic ass relationship.'

Bonnie squeezed Caroline's hand. 'I'm so sorry, Caroline. You're not going to lose me.'

'Only because we're cursed to spend forever together!' Caroline laughed through her tears. 'Your life is valuable and if you do something like this again, I am going to kill you myself. Understand?'

'I understand.' Bonnie smiled weakly, wiping her own tears and pulling Caroline into a hug.

'You're alright?' Caroline breathed, putting Bonnie at arm's length and eyeing her.

'I am but please, don't tell Stefan or Damon.'

'I won't.' Caroline shook her head in agreement.

'Good,' Bonnie relaxed. 'Now, can we continue our girl's night? I was looking forward to watching Fifty Shades.'

Caroline smiled, moving back to her spot on the sofa. 'That Christian Grey is something else but I would rather hear about what that Salvatore scent is doing to you.'

Bonnie covered her face with her hands and sat down next to Caroline, blushing like a high school freshman. 'I don't know what to tell you. I can't explain it.'

'When did it start?'

'After I completed the transition. I woke up and it was like I could feel him all around me even if he was nowhere near me and there's this pull, almost like we're connected.'

Caroline moved to the edge of the seat, once again ready to milk Bonnie for all the information she could get. 'Do tell me more.'

'I was using his towel to dry off and I-I don't know. It was just strange,' Bonnie could almost feel the towel against her skin and his scent wrapping around her as if he was standing directly in front of her. 'It was orgasmic.'

'Bonnie!'

The sound of Caroline's disgusted screech drew her out of her daze and she laughed. 'Sorry, Care.'

'Let me ask you something.'

Bonnie tensed, preparing herself for Caroline's question. 'I'm afraid but fire away.'

'Before you transitioned, how did you feel about Damon?'

'I'm not sired to him, if that's what you're thinking.'

'You may not be but it does sound like you two are bonded. So, once again, how do you feel about Damon?'

How did she feel about Damon? She couldn't explain it. For lack of better words, it was complicated. When she first met him, she hated him. She hated everything about him. She hated his smirk, his smart-ass remarks, and his mysterious demeanor, but by an odd stroke of fate - or her horrible luck - she was stuck with him for four months and he became her constant. She began to depend on that smirk and his sarcasm to get her through their time on the other side and while there, something happened.

Something blossomed between the two of them.

Something deeper than any one on the outside could see due to it being perfectly tailored to fit their relationship.

Bonnie chewed her bottom lip as Caroline stared at her, waiting for an answer. 'But what kind of bond? If I'm not sired, what am I?'

'Well, you were supernatural before transitioning, it may be affecting you differently.'

'I've been checking the grimoires for an answer but there's nothing there.'

'Think about it, Bon,' Caroline sighed. 'You're one of one. You're the one meant to put it in there.'

She was right. Witches are servants of nature while a vampire is an abomination. You could either be one or the other, never both, but here she was, a hybrid. 'Okay, but what would my feelings about Damon have to do with the bond?'

'It's kind of simple once you think about it,' Bonnie rolled her eyes at Caroline's vagueness. 'I'm sure that Damon gave you the entire heightened emotions spiel.'

'He did.'

'When you're in love-'

'I'm not in love with Damon.' Bonnie rushed, turning away from Caroline. When the words left her mouth, the thought of being in love with Damon sent a sensation down her spine.

Caroline, clearly not phased, waved Bonnie's words off. 'Of course, you can't see it.'

'See what?' Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

'It's just that, well, you're definitely in love with him.'

Bonnie laughed nervously, looking at Caroline and waiting for her to join in and when she didn't, she frowned. 'You can't be serious. He's in love with Elena.'

'You may not want to admit it because of that but think about it. When you returned from '94, he was the first person you sought out.'

'That's my best friend, Care.'

'You made him freaking pancakes! Bonnie, look, I was your best friend before we could even spell best friend. I know you.'

'I don't know what you want me to say.'

'Nothing now. We'll figure it out.'

'So what am I supposed to do? I can't avoid him forever.' Bonnie screeched.

She heard Caroline's phone chime once, signaling that someone sent her a message and watched as she picked it up from the table in front of them. 'I don't know but I do know that there's a party tonight at Whitmore and we're going.'

'Care-' Bonnie whined.

'No whining!' Caroline stood up and crossed her arms. 'You need a break.'

'But what if-'

'I'll be there,' Caroline held up her hand to stop her protests as she turned and walked out of the room. 'You have 45 minutes.'

Bennett-Salvatore

'Bonnie, come on!' Caroline shouted up the stairs. 'Time to go!'

Bonnie growled in frustration as she stared at herself in the mirror. She should be doing more research, reading more grimoires, finding a supernatural godmother; yet, here she was, attempting to get her hair as straight as possible while adding what makeup she could to bring life back into her dull, jade eyes.

'I'm coming!' She took another sip of the blood bag in front of her and applied another coat of the, fitting, red lipstick. She took one final look at herself in the mirror and decided that, that was as good as it was going to get for the night. She pulled at the bottom of the black, strapless, skin-tight dress and ran her fingers through her hair before yelling back at Caroline. 'I actually have ten more minutes.'

'Bonnie Bennett.'

'Here I come, damn it.' Bonnie rolled her eyes, grabbed her heels from the floor and her phone from the bed before rushing down the stairs. 'Are you happy now?' She said as she flopped down on the sofa, putting her shoes on. 'Do heels become less uncomfortable as a vampire?'

Caroline looked Bonnie up and down. 'Oh la la, hot mama.'

Bonnie blushed and stood up, putting her arms inside of her black, leather jacket. 'Don't do that.'

'I'm just saying!' Caroline intertwined her arm with Bonnie's. 'Tonight's going to be fun!'

'Until I latch on to someone's jugular like a pit bull.'

'You're not! Trust me, Bon.'

'You're right. I need to get out. I can't be shut in the library for the rest of my very long life.'

'Woo!' Caroline cheered at her side, grabbing her keys and marching them towards the front door. 'That's what I like to hear! Now, let's go. And no, the only thing that will help you in those heels tonight is liquor and lots of it.'

'Caroline,' Bonnie whined as she followed Caroline through the crowd, struggling to keep up. Caroline had been right; not even vampirism helped ease the pain of her heels. 'Stop walking so damned fast.'

'Keep up, Bennett. I'm on the prowl for drinks.'

Bonnie sighed. 'What a coincidence, you know that boy who grabbed my hand back there? I almost bit into him.'

Caroline turned to Bonnie. 'You're not hungry. You just want to feed because you sense blood. This is where control comes in, convince yourself that you're not hungry.'

Bonnie thought about what Caroline said for a moment before repeating the words. 'I'm not hungry.'

'You're not,' Caroline smiled. 'Loosen up and don't overthink this.

She grabbed Bonnie's hand, leading her over to two stools at a make-shift bar. When they sat down, the bartender smiled at them both, his eyes lingering a bit on Bonnie, before yelling over the music. 'What are you two ladies having tonight?'

Caroline grinned at the man. 'Two Crown & Cokes and two shots of tequila.'

'Coming right up.'

The bartender moved to turn his back to the pair but Bonnie stopped him, looking him directly in the eye. 'Scratch that. Give me the entire bottle of Patron.'

His eyebrow lifted in curiosity as he smirked at Bonnie. 'The entire bottle? You sure you can handle that?'

'How about you find out?' Bonnie winked, handing him the money.

'I'd love to.'

Caroline leaned over and elbowed Bonnie. 'You're flirting.'

'What can it hurt?' Bonnie shrugged.

After bottle number two, Bonnie felt invincible. She climbed on top of the bar as the sound of the Weeknd's Party Monster blasted through the speakers and her body became one with the beat. She felt herself coming alive as people cheered around her.

Caroline tapped her leg, urging her to come down from the bar. 'We see who's had enough to drink.'

Bonnie bent down to Caroline's level. 'I'm just getting started.'

'You were just getting started over an hour ago. Come on before Damon kills me.'

'Damon?' Bonnie searched the crowd for his face, suddenly being overly aware of his presence. She could lame the liquor for not sensing him earlier but wherever he was, his eyes were on her. She could feel them. She found him, those blue orbs of his were fixed on her body as he brought a glass of brown liquid to his lips. He was drinking again, she smirked. He stood there, immobile with Stefan by his side talking animatedly.

When their eyes met, the corner of his mouth twisted up into a smile and he held up his glass, sending a chill down her spine. Caroline's question from earlier came to mind.

Was she in love with Damon Salvatore?

She felt herself losing balance as she fell from the bar and into someone's arms.

She clutched at the person's arms and realized that it was a man. 'Are you okay?' He asked, standing Bonnie upright and taking a step back.

She ran a hand down her dress and tugged at the bottom before looking up at the man in front of her and losing her train of thought altogether. He was beautiful. Caramel skin that matched the tone of hers and a smile that she was sure could make any girl drop her panties. She couldn't help but to smile back. 'Thank you-'

'Marcel.' He took Bonnie's hand, kissing it as she blushed. 'Marcel Gerard and you must be Bonnie Bennett.'

She snatched her hand away from his grip. 'How do you know me?'

'The supernatural world talks.' He laughed as he motioned towards the bar. 'Sit and we'll talk.'

'I don't think so.' Caroline took a step forward in to the space between Marcel and Bonnie. 'What do you want with her?'

'And you must be Caroline? Klaus sends his love.'

'Klaus?' She screeched. 'What does he want?'

'She's the first vampire-witch hybrid. You know how he is about his hybrids and he wants her.'

Bonnie's body tensed at his words. She looked back to where Damon and Stefan stood moments before and saw no one.

'Caroline, get Bonnie out of here.' She heard Stefan's voice before she felt Damon's presence directly in front of her like a shield. Caroline grabbed Bonnie's arm but she shrugged out of her hold, refusing to move. Who was this man and what did Klaus want with her?'

'Ah, the Salvatore brothers,' Marcel laughed. 'I was wondering when I would see you two.'

'What are you doing here, Marcel?'

'Klaus sent me to retrieve the Bennett hybrid and I'm sure you know why.'

Caroline rolled her eyes, 'You can tell Klaus that I said she is not going anywhere. Especially not to become his witch-pire.'

'Now, Caroline, you of all people should know that once Klaus has his mind or his eyes on something, he's not going to stop until he gets it.' He smiled once again as his eyes fell on Bonnie.

Damon noticed the way Marcel gazed at Bonnie and clenched his fists at his side, 'If he wants her, tell him to come and get her his damned self but he will go through me and I don't plan on fighting fair.'

'Leave, Marcel.' Stefan said.

Marcel ran a hand over his beard, laughing. 'I'll relay the message but I'm not so sure of how he will take but until next time, Bonnie Bennett.'

Marcel turned and got lost in the chaotic crowd of party-goers as Bonnie released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and felt Damon's hand on her lower back. 'Come. Now.'

'Where are we going?' Bonnie struggled to keep up to his pace as he moved through the crowd towards the front door. 'And can you stop walking so fast?'

'Who in the hell would give you two bottles of Patron?' He spat, opening the door and leading her in to the cool, fall air as Stefan and Caroline followed. 'And where the fuck are your clothes?'

Bonnie's hands flew to her face. 'My jacket! I left it in the club.'

'Leave it!' He pulled off his own jacket and handed it to her.

'But Damon-' She stomped her heeled foot against the concrete.

'Two bottles,' He kissed his teeth. 'You're not good for shit drunk.'

'How do you know I had two bottles anyway?' Bonnie rolled her eyes. 'You've been here all night.'

'Do you think that I would send you out in to the world with Blondie all by yourself?' Caroline shot Bonnie an apologetic pout as she continued towards the car with her head down.

'Throw me your keys, Stefan.'

'But I rode with Care.'

'And you're riding home with me,' Damon answered, catching Stefan's keys and opening the passenger door of the blood red Porsche. 'Get in.'

'Where are you going to take her?' Stefan asked.

'I can't take her to the boarding house, that's the first place Klaus will come.'

Bonnie rolled her eyes, listening to the two brothers talk over as if she wasn't standing there. 'Can I suggest?'

'Not now, Bennett.'

'Asshole.' Bonnie mumbled, sliding into the passenger seat after blowing Caroline a kiss. She placed his jacket over her shoulders and immediately felt comfort. She was nowhere near sober but the smell of him made her think clearly. She clutched the jacket close to her body while waiting for Damon to enter the car. Moments later, Damon slipped into the driving seat and glanced at Bonnie before starting the car and pulling off.

'Where are we going?' Bonnie asked.

Damon hesitated before answering. 'Do you know any spells that you can use so that we won't be tracked?'

Bonnie thought for a moment, or at least tried to, before shaking her head no. 'I can't think of anything now.'

'I knew I should've snapped that bartender's neck.'

Bonnie's eyes widened and snapped to the driver's seat. 'Why?'

'You were only drinking to prove a damned point and besides-' Damon grew silent before mumbling. 'He wanted to fuck you.'

'And what's so bad about that?'

'Not now, Bon.'

'Whatever,' She rolled her eyes and let her seat back. 'Where are we going, Damon?'

'To the boarding house to get some clothes, blood, and make a game plan then you and I are going to your Grams' house for her grimoires before we hit the road.'

'To where?'

'Away. I'll tell you in an hour when you're sober.'

Bonnie frowned at his tone, noting that he was being extremely dry with her. She let her seat up and looked at him. 'I'm sorry but who pissed in your bourbon?'

'It's been a week since I've seen you,' Damon bit out. 'You completely shut me out and then you decide to go out and dance on table tops with Blondie. What the hell, Bon?'

'I'm sorry, Damon. I just needed some time.'

'I bet you did.'

For some reason, the thought of Damon being upset with her didn't sit too well and the way he was gripping the steering wheel as if to keep himself contained sent a warm feeling to the pit of Bonnie's stomach and she wanted to do nothing but climb over into his lap and kiss his anger away. But why?

She shook the thoughts out of head and turned her attention to the passenger side window.

She was in love with Damon Salvatore.