When Caroline stormed inside the Boarding House, all conversation stopped. Blondie had messy hair and, for someone who had always been so fashion conscious, there was some serious lack of ironing going on.

"How could you, Bonnie?!"

The witch had her tea halfway to her lips, and put the mug down slowly at the sight of Caroline pointing an accusatory finger at her face. She looked very tired and surprisingly… guilty. Years older than 18.

"Caroline. I… I'm sorry. I know you're mad at me, but you have to understand I didn't have much of a choice…"

The anger coming out of Caroline filled up the room, as she balled her fists not to bitchslap Bonnie.

"Mad at you? No, I'm pissed! Pray tell me, Bonnie, what scenario could possibly be so bad that you thought putting Klaus inside of Tyler and saving the bad guy's life was your best call?!"

A choir of "what" came from everyone in the room. Bonnie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"That's right." Caroline's ironic smirk greeted the people around them. "Klaus is alive. Our witch friend here decided it was a good idea to save the guy who tormented every single one of us, and transferred him to my boyfriend's body!"

"Bonnie!" Elena was in front of her in a blink, wrapping her arms around Caroline's shoulders. "What were you thinking? You saved the devil himself!"

Bonnie's eyes watered.

"Guys, I can explain."

"Don't!" Caroline said, again pointing a shaking finger at Bonnie. "I don't care what you have to say, I just want you to fix the shit you've done. I demand you to bring Tyler back and get Klaus out of him. You owe me that."

Bonnie looked around. Stefan, Damon, Jeremy, Meredith, Matt - they all were staring at her, but no one said a thing. No one cared enough to ask her why she did that. Sighing, Bonnie grabbed her purse and headed out.

"Okay, Care. I'm sorry."

She left, the door slamming after her even though she didn't touch it.

...

Damon startled awake at the sound of a thunder. He was sweaty, and felt his jaw sore from gritting his teeth at sleep. It was strange how he could see it all now. How she felt less in that moment. Less important, less loved. How Caroline and Elena's accusations had hurt her deeply. How the fact that no one jumped in her defense surprised her, and yet it didn't surprise her at all. Because she was used to it. How those few minutes there showed her that, to her childhood friends, she had so little relevance outside of what she could do for them. He hadn't seen it then, but he did now. The damned moment she decided she would put Klaus in his own body again, the moment everything went downhill.

Shivering, he walked over to close the window the wind had opened. When he turned again, there was a body lying lazily in his bed.

Damon cursed loudly and stared down at the half-naked figure of Katherine.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know?" She raised a perfect brow at him, pouting her lips "Oh, Bonnie. No, Bonnie. Come back, Bonnie" She mimicked his tone and clicked her tongue, snorting "Pathetic."

"Go. Away." He said between his teeth, ignoring her hungry looks over his body.

She crawled closer to him.

"Don't get mad at me, Damon. It's not like I'm the one who stole your witch, you know…" He turned his back at her and grabbed a jeans from his drawer, putting it on before she could shot anymore glances at his thighs. "Don't you wanna know why I am here?" She said, tilting her head.

"No, I just want you to leave." He walked over to his bedroom door and held it open. "Now"

She got up from his bed but didn't leave. Instead, she flipped her hair back and stared at her nails.

"You know, the supernatural scene is been… Interesting lately. Buzzing. The news about Klaus' new plaything got a lot of people curious." She smiled. "I was really surprised to hear her name, though. Bonnie Bennett." She mouthed the name theatrically. "The oh-so-moral witch, who wasn't that moral after all, huh? Could've fooled me…"

Damon slammed the door and had she pinned by the throat against a wall in a second.

"What do you want here, Katherine? Huh? If you came just to break the news, consider it done. Now, if that will be all, help yourself out before I pull your spine out." He tightened his grip around her throat, but Katherine smiled like it was nothing.

"Break the news to you? Like you didn't know it already" She laughed and Damon squeezed his hand a little more, making it turn into a gasp. "I came here to mock you. Rumor has it you cried yesterday when you left Klaus' house… And, by the way you were whining about her while you were asleep, I'd bet it to be true. So pathetic. What, Damon, she wouldn't come home with you? Did the baby witch dump you for a more interesting man too? I thought it was a Petrovas' thing"

His hand suddenly left her.

"Leave" He said, simply, turning his back so he wouldn't have to look at her.

Katherine's lips twitched and she started to walk away. Midway she stopped, and addressed him again.

"But look at the bright side, Damon. Elena is safe now."

Damon froze.

"What do you mean? What does Elena have to do with it?"

"Oh, don't be silly. Why do you think Klaus would be interested in a Bennett? He needed doppelganger blood to make his hybrids, but now that the last doppelganger turned... well he need another way around, you know."

Damon narrowed his eyes.

"Magic can't make hybrids. If it could, Klaus wouldn't have needed the stupid moonstone in the first place."

"Regular magic can't" She rolled her eyes. "But there's barely anything that can't be done using black magic. Just it is very, very rare to find a witch strong enough to use it and survive, you know. Your… friend? She happens to be the first one in centuries" She placed both her hands in her hips and smiled largely at Damon. "Isn't Klaus a lucky bastard?"

Her laughter still echoed the room after she was gone.

…

Black veins twisted under her eyes, burning lightly and tickling her skin. Her lashes fluttered, throwing shadows on her cheeks. Bonnie smiled. She could feel all that power running through her body, heightening her senses. Exhilarating.

She heard - no, more like felt - a voice calling her name. It came from deep inside her soul, and she ignored the other voices telling her to stop, telling her she was losing herself. The spirits wouldn't have a say in it. She let that inner voice guide her, lull her, give her more and more of the high she craved.

When she opened her eyes, Klaus' body was ready. The dissecting spell and Alaric setting it aflame both had damaged seriously the vampire's corpse. Bonnie had even believed it was beyond repair. Her plan had been keeping him on Tyler for at least one year, and by the time they got to it, she would be powerful enough to perform the regular spell that would transfer the soul, and the preserved body would also have had enough time to heal itself from the burnt.

But they found out. Caroline wanted her boyfriend back and Bonnie knew she had to give it to her. After all, it was Bonnie's fault that Tyler was trapped in his own mind, unable to control whatever Klaus wanted to do. There would be enough time to explain that they all would've been dead by now, Tyler included, haven't she done what she did.

So there was no more time to deal with that by the regular ways. Black magic was so much easier anyway. Less spelling, less chanting, less lighting candles up, more will, more intention, more searching it inside herself and making things obey to her wishes. Black magic made her feel powerful.

Klaus' body started breathing lightly, and she stopped by the coffin to look at him. His skin had lost the crackled aspect it had a few moments ago, and it's burnt reddish-brown tone now was just a creamy and luscious gray. His eyes were closed, there was nobody home. He looked so peaceful it was hard to believe a face like that, angelic and handsome, belonged to someone capable of the most evil things.

"Enjoying the view, love?"

She turned to someone else's smirk on Tyler's lips. It felt weird. Not that Tyler had ever been a puppy, but his kind of malice was just very different from Klaus'. It was so damn difficult to place her anger, when the face she'd learn to hate slept peacefully by her side, and the person she'd learn to hate wore the face of an old friend.

"I'd go easy with the sass, if I were you. You might very well find yourself trapped in a vegetative status when I put you back in here."

He put a hand over his - Tyler's actually - chest, pretending to be offended, then he slowly circled her and stood by the opposite side of the casket, staring at his own self.

"Even you have to admit that that would be a waste of a great body"

She snorted and shook her head, trying not to laugh, but didn't reply.

When she raised her eyes, he was staring back at her with Tyler's.

"Ready?" She said, almost shivering under his intense gaze.

"As you wish"

The worst thing about black magic was how it fulfilled her while she was performing it, but suddenly drained and abandoned her as soon as she stopped. Healing Klaus' original body had already made her dizzy and nauseated, but transferring his soul? She saw white dots before her eyes, and could feel the black veins still snaking restlessly under her skin and burning her face. But it felt good. It felt like she was born for that. For that feeling, for that power. For that kind of magic.

Getting her hands off of Tyler's unconscious form, she struggled to get up on her feet. Stumbling, she walked over to the casket and stared at Klaus for a few seconds, her hands grabbing at the wooden edges to help herself from falling. The black veins didn't seem to go away.

Cornflower blue eyes fled open at sudden, and Bonnie collapsed to the floor.

...

Bonnie opened her eyes when she lost her concentration. Klaus was sitting on the floor in front of her, in the classic meditation position. His brow rose, but he kept his eyes closed.

"Something wrong, love?"

Only now she figured she'd been panting. Her heartbeat so loud on her ears she wondered if it wasn't hurting Klaus'.

"I saw something... A- A memory."

He stared at her, head tilting to the right. He looked concerned and Bonnie's heart skipped a beat.

"What kind of memory?" He said, gravely, but then smirked "And was I in it?"

She licked her lips before saying, hesitantly:

"Yes... I was getting you out of... Tyler? Tyler. And placing you inside your body again." He reached over and placed a reassuring hand over her knee, squeezing lightly. She didn't even realize when she covered it with hers, but he smiled. "The last thing I saw was you, waking up, and then I think I passed out. You see? It was different this time, I... I remembered the entire thing. Even what I was feeling at the time I- Klaus, it's all coming back, now, and I don't really know if I want to remember."

"Easy, love" He came closer, his other hand resting against her cheek. "Hey, look at me" she did "Worry not. All things will be settled at their own time. It is good that you are remembering, means that our efforts on your concentration and control are paying off."

She closed her eyes shut, water lingering on her lashes. She heard Klaus whisper a low curse. His thumb wiped her tears away.

"This particular memory... It is quite odd that this is the first sequence of events you could actually remember, because this was exactly the last moment before you... Changed."

She looked up at him, questioning.

"When I woke up, after you performed the spell, the very first thing I saw was you collapsing. Scared the hell out of me." He sighed. "At first, I could barely move. But when I was finally able to, I got to you, and I fed you my blood. What followed, you already know. You woke up three days after, very confused, and with no recollection of being a witch. But yet, you almost set me aflame when you realized I had brought you to my house. That was amusing."

"So..." She started getting up, trying to ignore to stupid smirk on his face. And the way his dimples made her stomach turn upside down. "That memory is from the moment I shut it all down? That's interesting." She turned around eying every shelf on his library, his gaze never stopping to burn on the back of her head. "You think I'll remember things more consistently now?"

His hands were on her shoulders now and Bonnie shivered. She hadn't heard him moving.

"If you put yourself to it, focus on your meditation" his voice caressed her ear "and rest properly, I do believe so." He kissed her neck so lightly, and Bonnie closed her eyes. "You will be able to control your magic once again, Bonnie. And your memories, as well"

A thunder roared outside and Bonnie turned to the window instinctively. The sun had just risen on the horizon, but dark and heavy clouds were blocking the light, making it feel like the morning was still hours away.

"It's gonna rain. I love rain."

His hands pressed her tense muscles as he spoke.

"Join me for a morning shower, then?"

She turned to him, eyes wide and blushing and he laughed.

"Outside" he said, still laughing. "God, you are so conceited!"

...

The first raindrop fell on her nose. Bonnie wasn't expecting it, and she jumped, causing Klaus' hands to wrap around her waist, steadying her.

Big, round drops began to fall, faster and faster, until they were standing under a noisy curtain of water.

Bonnie laughed and turned up her hands. The rain was cold, but she didn't mind. She let the water wash over her, soaking her clothes and turning her hair into a mess.

Turning around, she saw that Klaus - fancy, british-y, original hybrid Klaus - was in the same deplorable state as her, dirt-blonde locks sticking to his forehead and his white shirt so transparent it was obscene. She laughed out loud, spinning around herself as the rain fell restlessly.

Klaus just watched her. She could tell by the few glances she shot his way that he didn't move at all. He didn't try to fix his hair, he didn't try to wipe the water drops from his eyes. He simply tilted his head to the side and watched her.

So it completely startled her when he took a step forward, offering his hand. She accepted it, gasping when he pulled her closer and held her by the waist.

It took her a moment to figure out what he was doing, but when she did, she laughed once again, even though this time she was blushing as well.

Right there in the front yard, under a pouring rain at seven in the morning, Klaus was dancing with her.

…

Damon couldn't help the growl coming out of his throat. He was watching them from a distance, Katherine's words still burning in the back of his head.

He needed to know what Klaus planned to do to her. Was he training Bonnie on the dark arts of magic? Was he trying to seduce her with power? Was he compelling her tormented self to fulfill his wishes?

He saw it when they left the house. He saw her spinning in the rain, so blissful and carefree as she was supposed to be. And he saw the moment Klaus spotted him stalking them from a tree branch.

And he watched, powerless, as the hybrid took her hand and leaded her to dance, all the while staring right into Damon's eyes and smirking.

Bonnie laughed and leaned into Klaus' embrace. Cursing, Damon left. He didn't need the stupid Original rubbing that little victory in his face.

...

"So what, Damon? She's chosen a side. It's not like she wants our help. Not after what she's done…" Damon rolled his eyes at Elena's speech. Even though she dressed every word with her best 'I'm hurt' undertone, it just sounded selfish and ungrateful. "And why are you so concerned, anyway? You hate her guts!"

"Yes, Damon. Why would you care?" Stefan said, from the corner he was leaning into. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was frowning as always, but there was a tease of a grin in his lips.

Damon sighed and poured himself another glass. Mentally, he counted down to ten and then turned to face the others.

"She's our witch, we're gonna need her sooner or later."

"We're all vampires in here. Jeremy and Matt have their rings. And, like you said, now that Klaus have Bonnie and Elena has turned, there's no use for the doppelganger blood" Stefan walked over to his girlfriend and took her hand. "We're safe now, brother. It's over."

"Stefan is right" Elena batted her eyelashes around. "The only way we could possibly need any magical help now is if you go there and piss Klaus off. There's no more threats, Damon, no need to fight anymore. It's finally over. Can't we just be happy and let Bonnie walk the path she's chosen?"

Damon ignored her. Instead, he turned to Tyler, chilling on a couch with Caroline, and pointed his glass at him.

"You. You were there. Don't you remember what Hybrid Ken could've possibly done to Bonnie in order to get her to his side? I mean, you had him thinking inside your head for weeks. You have to know what he's been up to."

Tyler looked around sheepishly.

"Sorry, dude. I've already told y'all. I don't remember a single thing from when Klaus was in control. Nada. The only thing I saw was a little glimpse of them when I woke up in that house. And I don't wanna judge or anything… But he was carrying Bonnie out." He tilted his head as to give emphasis, and then added "Bridal style."

Damon groaned in frustration, as Elena and Caroline sat by the couch together and started to chat nonstop on how they "always knew" that Bonnie would end up with a delinquent and how she'd been attracted to bad boys since third grade.

"In freshmen year, remember? Josh, I think? He was like in his early twenties and... Oh emm gee, you remember Ben? Total psycho. Also that Luka, who tried to kill all of us... Jesus, didn't she hook up with her half-brother or something? Eww. Talk about shitty choices."

"Exactly! I mean, when you look at it this way, Klaus might not even be the worst she's done..."

Damon threw his glass at the opposite wall, causing a cascade of shatters and liquor to fall to the carpet, and making the girls stop talking.

"You are probably the worst she's done. Talk about shitty friends"

He stormed out of the house, not even bothering to speed up. The more he could shove his anger on their faces, the better.

...

Damon fell down in the Camaro's leather seat and grabbed the wheel until his knuckles became completely white. He wanted to drive away, but he just couldn't untangle his fingers from the wheel to put on the first gear.

Closing his eyes he leaned his head over and yelled a profanity, letting the frustration take control of his lungs and throat. Was there no one left in this god forsaken town who cared about the witch

"Whoa there, dude. You gonna scare all the birds to the other side of the Mason-Dixon"

Damon stared at his window unbelievingly, using his best murderous face. But it didn't seem effective to scare Matt away from him. He probably wouldn't have much luck scaring the birds, as well.

The blonde boy crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at Damon. It almost earned him Damon's respect. Almost.

Damon pulled on the gear stick and turned his key, bringing the engine to life.

"Wait"

Damon forced a breath out of his nose and turned to face Matt. The boy looked deadly serious.

"What?" Damon snapped.

"You wanna get Bonnie back only 'cause you may need her powers later or 'cause you're worried for her?"

Damon stared blankly for a few moments.

"What difference does it make? Elena already decided it ain't worth the try. And whatever shit Queen Elena decides, y'all accept as gospel."

"Well, I'm worried about Bonnie. If you and I happen to be in the same page, then maybe I could help you." Damon snorted at that. "She trusts me, Damon. Well, at least she used to. And Klaus wouldn't think of me as a threat." Matt sighed. "I should have said something that day, you know. Bonnie always had my back but I failed her when she needed me the most. The things Caroline and Elena said to her... I should have stopped them. Feels like it's kinda my fault she's with Klaus."

Damon unlocked the passenger door.

"Hop in."

This chapter was supposed to be bigger, then it got TOO big, and I decided to end it here. But bear with me; this story shouldn't even HAVE another chapter. Anyway, I had an idea that I thought could be a good sequel for this oneshot, then I turned it into a mutichaptered fic.

Two more chapters will follow, and I really hope you enjoy it :)

For more info, ask away!