Hey everyone! Sorry for the late update; I've been a bit lazy and lacking inspiration, so I spent my time reading fanfics of different movies. But hey, here's another update for this fic. Also, the other reason for the delay is that I was more focused on updating my other fic here: "From Fantasy to Reality - Harry Hook." Give it a look if you're curious. Anyway, enough of my rambling; let's dive into the story and enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters of TVD or TO. Only the OCBonnie and the plot revision is my idea. The plot is different than canon and plenty of criticism to the series will be involved. If you're fond of the canon then don't read. Also, I wrote this with the help of ChatGPT AI for the grammar corrections because I don't have a betareader.

PRESENT AGES: Bonnie, Tyler Matt - 13 ; Elena Caroline - 14; Vicki -15 ; Jeremy - 11

Growing Pains Parts 3: Life Goes On and On

Life's just rolling along, you know? Hanging out with my family and friends is always a good time – never a dull moment. It's cool that my family still treats me the same, even though they know the little detail that I've already lived my life and kicked the bucket as an adult. The downside? They've waved goodbye to treating me like a kid and upgraded me to the adult package deal. No more getting what I want on a whim, and the days of throwing temper tantrums are a thing of the past. Since I can't pull the wool over their eyes anymore, I've dropped the childish antics. But hey, every now and then, I can't resist being playfully childish with them because, well, they're still my family.

On the flip side, the downside continues. Now that they know I've got an adult mind in a kid's body, they're on my case if the mere thought of sipping on alcohol or anything related to romance crosses my mind. And don't even get me started on the relentless nagging if I so much as consider slacking off in my studies and not acing every subject. They've got this expectation of top-notch grades all the time because of it. Talk about pressure!

Yeah, school can be a real drag. Easy for me to score good grades since I've been through all this before. Been there, done that and heck, I was even a teacher in my past life. But, you know, I feel kinda bad for the other kids who are putting in their best to grab that number one spot, unlike me.

Unfortunately, two things are keeping me tethered to the world of textbooks and exams. First off, there's this whole education requirement for kids my age, even for someone like me who's been reincarnated. Secondly, my family's got this expectation that I'll be acing everything, or I'll be drowning in a sea of nagging. Mainly the nagging, though. The struggle is real!

I can still vividly recall my preschool days, and let me tell you, it felt like a complete nightmare, especially when I had to hide how smart I was. I mean, not super genius-level, but just a kid with an adult's mind who had already been through it all. However, I didn't want to be slapped with the "genius kid" label and deal with crazy high expectations. Genius status? Not my vibe! Kindergarten wasn't much better. It felt like torture, even though my teachers thought I was a delight to teach. I breezed through elementary school, acing all the grades and consistently snagging the top student spot. Same story with middle school, and now, I'm cruising through 8th grade, the final year of middle school. I'll keep doing my thing, but this time, under my family's watchful eye to ensure I don't intentionally flunk any subjects. Great! Note the sarcasm there.

I've got my extracurricular activities covered right at home, from my training sessions—both physical and magical—to running a booming jewelry and accessory business catering to the supernatural. I'm even thinking of extending my business to humans who aren't in the loop about the supernatural side of things.

Now, against my own judgment and in an attempt to shake off the school monotony (which, let me tell you, is beyond exhausting), I reluctantly gave in to the persistent prodding from my family and joined a couple of clubs. The school rule is that students must be part of at least one club, but me being me, I signed up for more clubs than your average student would dare to handle. Multitasking is my forte, and the best part is, they don't really hassle you to be physically present every single day. You only have to show up when there's a mandatory meeting or something, so having a club count that surpasses two is totally acceptable.

So, I dipped my toes into a couple of clubs, and first on the list was the Art Club. Tyler, Jeremy, and I all jumped in on this one. Turns out, splashing paint on a canvas is like a therapy session—stress just fades away, you know? I'm all for that. I stumbled upon this hidden artistic flair, or at least that's what I like to believe, although I eventually settled on charcoal portrait painting after figuring out what I'm best at, while the guys were doing their thing with scenic and abstract painting. Recently, I've been channeling my artistic vibes into creating different patterns and styles, aligning it with my jewelry and accessories business. It's become a cool way to blend my passions.

Next up on my club-hopping adventure was the Book Club with Matt and Jeremy. Given my voracious appetite for reading, it just felt like the right fit. I mean, who can resist the smell of old books and those endless discussions about plot twists and character developments? Count me in. What I do miss, though, is my touchscreen phone. It might not be the latest model, but it's the holy grail containing all those fics I downloaded from Archive of Our Own, reading apps like Wattpad and , or even the manhwas and mangas I enjoyed. Not sure if they've hit the scene yet, given it's just the year 2000, but I'm hoping to be the first to snag them once they're out. Heck, maybe I'll even consider investing in certain companies to get them created, or I could take matters into my own hands and create them myself. Hmm... tempting. It'll take some serious manpower and brainpower, but I've got time on my side for now.

Last but certainly not least, the game-changer for me was immersing myself in the world of student politics and joining the Student Government. I've already got grand plans to shake up the supernatural society, so why not kick things off on a smaller scale right here in school? Being part of something larger, having a voice in the happenings around Mystic Falls High School, felt like the right move. Whether it's advocating for the environment or supporting local causes, being able to make a difference is strangely satisfying. Club meetings transformed into a space for exchanging ideas and raising awareness, adding an extra layer of fulfillment to the whole experience.

Being in the Student Government feels like a wild ride, with meetings, debates, and navigating the intricate maze of school bureaucracy. It's no joke, but surprisingly, it's also quite thrilling. Having a seat at the table, expressing opinions, and contributing to decisions that impact us all brings a unique sense of empowerment. Despite the challenges – dealing with rivalries, diverse agendas, and teenage egos – I genuinely believe in the potential for positive change. Whether it's advocating for improved facilities, addressing student concerns, or organizing events, being part of Student Government allows me to shape our high school experience. Of course, there are moments of doubt, especially during intense debates or when the paperwork piles up, but that spark of accomplishment when our efforts bear fruit? Absolutely priceless. Yup, this is just the perfect stepping stone for me to face the bigger stage: the supernatural society.

My other friends had their own clubs, and though we sometimes joined together, we each had our own interests. Tyler and Matt joined the American Football team, while Caroline and Vicki stuck with the cheerleading squad. I had to bail on cheerleading due to my responsibilities as this year's Student Body President – it's a full-time gig. Vicki also joined the tutoring club with her her brother, Matt, and Photography club with Jeremy. Meanwhile, Jeremy also joined the yearbook club with Caroline, who also hopped on board with the fashion club. Thankfully, all my friends joined the events and decoration committee, a sub-group of the Student Government. Unfortunately, Elena 'freaking' Gilbert decided to join in too, but I'm not surprised.

Oh, let me tell you, the drama with Elena Gilbert in the past few years is unbelievable. I know I shouldn't be giving her too much space in my thoughts, but ugh... Elena, that clone. Since our childhood playdates, she's been getting all worked up every year about me. From friends and family to teachers, school grades, and even clubs – she's got this obsession with trying to outshine me. It's like she's got this burning need to one-up everything everything I do. Jeremy spilled that her parents keep comparing her to me whenever they hear about my achievements from my folks. In her head, she's labeled me as her arch-enemy and rival. So, because of that, she's always trying to outdo me, and she's stuck in this never-ending competition with me.

LOL! Talk about an inferiority complex, huh? I get it might sound like I was bullying her, but I swear, I was just minding my own business. I can't help but wonder if not always going along with her ideas or refusing to be her BFF when we were kids messed with her head. I don't really know, but what's clear is that she sees me as some kind of rival, and she's got that complex going strong. Ugh, talk about an added future complication.

Oh, you won't believe the clubs drama. Get this – I caught Elena snooping around the clubs I joined. Can you believe it? Like, seriously? I guess her one-upping game now includes joining the same clubs as me. Heard through the gossip grapevine that she tried her luck in the Art Club, but guess what? The canvas and brush weren't exactly her jam. LMAO at that one. Then she waltzed into the Book Club, but let's be real – chatting about literature wasn't her idea of a good time. She should've opted for the creative writing club with all the future diary writing she's probably doing or, who knows, maybe she's already on it? Ugh... I really couldn't care less.

Lastly, and let's not forget Elena's grand plan to climb the social ladder and one-up me by convincing herself she had what it takes to join the student government. Classic delusion! But surprise, surprise, she chickened out when it became clear she lacked the brains, charisma, and organizational skills needed for such a role. Thank the stars she spared the student body from her potentially disastrous stint in leadership. I mean, she's way too selfish and wrapped up in herself to handle a big responsibility like running the school. In the show, all she cared about was her Scooby-Doo gang, thinking she was some kind of hero making all the right calls. Look how that turned out – half of them kept kicking the bucket, and most of them didn't exactly get their happy ending. Now, imagine her in charge of the entire school. Disaster in the making, right?

However, she did end up joining cheerleading, and now, because I bailed on it, Elena's walking around with this smug look. I caught her smirking at me during school games. Ugh, talk about childish. I'm buried under the responsibilities of being the student president, so I've got my hands full making plans for the school year. I can't just half-and-half it like some people. -cough-Elena-cough-

I seriously can't wait to be done with school. It's been so dull and repetitive, if not for the clubs keeping me sane and interested. Now, for the Mikaelson situation – ugh, I can't even call it an update since there's been zero progress. Those Mikaelsons are seriously paranoid, but like I said before, it's understandable. They've got a ton of enemies, and they have to be super careful not to get tricked. Maybe I should send them a picture with Mikael in it in the next email we'll be sending. With this proof, they might get curious enough to take the bait and finally contact us. I'll let Slater know later.

Talking about Slater, he's honestly such a solid ally to have in my corner. His tech skills, knack for information, and being my go-to guy for landing clients for my business – it's a killer combo. I can't wrap my head around why Damon finds Slater useless and annoying, or why Elijah went ahead and offed him if he's this valuable. I get the whole being cautious thing and not wanting anyone to know too much, but Slater is crazy smart, and it's a shame not to tap into that, whether in the show or real life.

I mean, I already asked him about it, and he says he doesn't mind being under me and putting his skills to work for my benefit. He's even mentioned feeling grateful for me reaching out to him. Apparently, he feels super safe at the bunker and rarely leaves, aside from grabbing food, blood bags or stretching his legs. He doesn't see it as being restricted at all, so he's happily working for me without any complaints.

I'm actually relieved about that – I'd rather have people willingly on board than force them into anything. I might be good at bending the truth and playing mind games, but I'm not about making folks act against their will. I want them to follow and work for me because they choose to. Unlike Elena, who just decides what's best for everyone without considering their feelings. If Slater was all about the daylight accessory and nothing more, I would've rolled with it, knowing I might need his services from time to time. But he stayed and worked under me willingly. Yay for me, right? It's the same with Enzo. I didn't expect him to make my family's bunker his home base. Sure, he roams the world, but he always comes back and spends time with me, which, I admit, was a bit weird at first.

Enzo and I, well, our relationship is a mix of complications and good vibes. Initially, my family was skeptical and cautious about Enzo because, you know, vampire vibes and their worries about my safety. Despite our alliance starting off a bit awkwardly due to my family's concerns, it evolved into a solid friendship. Enzo is an easygoing guy, funny, and not as recklessly paranoid as Damon. So, he managed to win over my family's initial wariness, and now, they're cool with him – which also explains why they were fine with Slater. I guess my family saw in Enzo that not all vampires are inherently evil. Even though he has his moments, he doesn't really display them in front of my folks.

Enzo became my main guy in the supernatural chaos. Trust and reliance – that's our thing. He's so dependable that I often rely on his vampire strength and resourcefulness. Sometimes, I sense there's something more in the air between us, though I can't quite put my finger on it. I just feel this desire to spend more time with him, like there's this magnetic pull or something. I can't really explain it, but I feel so at ease and settled with him by my side. It's like I can tackle anything as long as he's there to have my back.

One time, when I was new to joining the Student Government and campaigning, my nerves were off the charts, and I couldn't focus on what I needed to say and do. However, out of the blue, Enzo showed up and caught me before I gave my speech to the student body. It's like his presence is a calming balm or he's like Jasper Whitlock from Twilight, able to control emotions and giving off calm vibes. My nerves just settled, just like that, because he was there. Ugh... It's really confusing, but that's just what happened to me.

He can calm me down, cheer me up when I'm down, and even make an incredibly dull event interesting for me if he's there. It's another confusing situation. What is this about? I really have no idea what's going on. I even asked Grams, and she told me that I'll know about it when I turn 17, which is four years from now. This is different from the show, but it feels a little familiar to a movie I've watched before. But I doubt it's imprinting like in Twilight because that stuff is super intense. So that's impossible and not really factual. I guess I'll have to wait then. I mean, there is still time to figure it all out. Though I can always ask Enzo. Hmmm... I'll ask him next time he shows up since he's still not back from his finding Damon dilemma. I think he's close to finding him from what I've heard from Slater. He did give Enzo the recent update on the place where the elder Salvatore haunts about.

Now, I know this is out of the blue, but I'm facing a big decision – whether to spill the beans to my friends about what I've been keeping from them all my life. I get it, it's my life, tied to my rebirth and all, but keeping the 'your-life-is-a-tv-show-thing' under wraps is seriously dicey. Especially if they find out I already know about certain events, like the elder Gilbert's kicking the bucket, Tyler's werewolf gig, and other stuff that might go down. It could seriously mess with their trust in me. I already spilled the beans to Enzo about being a seer, so maybe I can stick with that angle too? Hmm... I'm really not sure.

Now, I'm considering cluing in the other two vampires as well. But before I spill the beans to the whole gang, I should get the green light from the deity Life. If they're cool with it, then I'll spill it to everyone once Enzo's back from his trip, hopefully dragging Damon along. If all goes well, this big reveal would be hitting two birds with one stone. I'll be messing up Kathrine's plans and wrecking Elena's supposed epic love story with the eldest Salvatore at the same time. That would be totally awesome. Still need to check in with Life though. It's crucial to make sure what I'm doing is all good for everyone and won't stir up any unexpected trouble. So, priority number one is consulting Life, and then maybe I'll chat with my family about it. Yep, family first, then Life. Now, let's wait for the bell to ring so I can head home and have that talk with them. Still got some president duties to wrap up though. The time now is... ~Tick~tock~tick~tock~ Ugh...Time is so slow. Waiting always sucks.

Enzo's POV

Ah, there he is. I caught the guy in the act, busy guzzling down bourbon on the balcony of his latest conquest's bed. He's holed up in some hotel in Chicago – not that I care about the specifics. All I know is, I'm in Chicago right now.

As I watched him from my hiding spot, it was evident that he had undergone significant changes. Just like my little witch had mentioned earlier, it truly seemed like he had turned off his emotions. His actions and the lack of concern for the woman on the bed indicated that he must have been deeply affected by leaving me to my demise and flipping the switch. However, I needed confirmation – no more making assumptions. I had already decided on the approach for revealing myself to him. This was going to be interesting and, at the same time, very amusing. Now, here we go!

I appeared behind him, holding a wooden stake that I'd made while pinpointing his exact location. I watched him pour and drink bourbon into his glass. Casually, I greeted him with a nonchalant "Hello Damon," watching as his back stiffened and straightened upon hearing my voice. Without hesitation, I drove the stake into his back, twisting it to ensure it went in deep, just below his ribcage. My intention wasn't to kill him; I wanted to hurt him real bad for taking the life of my beloved Maggie. Even though I felt a mate pull towards Bonnie, avenging my long-lost love was still a priority.

He, of course, let out a painful groan, dropping his glass and clutching at the balcony rail tightly. The bastard was trying to face me, and I granted him the time. I observed with amusement as he turned towards me, a shocked expression mixed with the evident anguish on his face. Once he faced me fully, disregarding his pain, I punched him in the face and followed it up with a knee to his gut. The force pushed the stake out from his back, and he slumped on the floor, leaning on the railing and groaning. What a baby! Only two hits, and he's already groaning. Well, I did stake him real hard, intentionally aiming for a spot that would make him feel it for the rest of the night. LOL!

"Ugh... Enzo..." he grumbled, attempting to stand but giving up due to the stake wound I gave him. He clutched his bruised face, which was already starting to heal. Even though fast healing is a perk, there are times when I hate having that advantage as a vampire. I can't thoroughly enjoy beating him down if his vampire constitution keeps healing him.

"If not... if not for you staking me... I would have just... just put your appearing... in front of me as a... as a drunken delusion," Damon told me slowly. I guess the pain really got to him this time. "I'll... I'll remember... this reunion of ours... in many... many years to come."

I just smirked at him and looked down, saying, "Yeah, well, I think you deserved that." He glanced up at me with a mix of pain and betrayal, probably thinking he didn't deserve to be hurt. It's stupid of him not to remember that he left me for dead before. Time for a reminder. "You did leave me for dead when you escaped by yourself," I stated, giving him a chance to explain himself. If my assumptions were true, maybe I could start to forgive him. Well, let's see his response.

"The bars of the cell were vervain-proof. You know that; we tried breaking them, but..." he said without stuttering now. Vampire healing really sucks. "I can't let you out without a key. I even forgot who has it. I tried to remember even in my blood-hazed mind, Enzo. I tried hard, but with the fire around us..." he continued, attempting to stand up. I didn't help him; he still had a lot of questions that needed answering.

"When I figured that I can't get you out, I flipped the switch to save myself. I had to think of my brother, Enzo." He's on his feet now; I guess his back is halfway healed. "I'm sorry, Enzo. I'm really sorry." Damn! Damon apologizing. That's a first. Hmm... by the way he's moving now, I guess he flipped his switch again. He got his humanity back. I can see the remorse all over his face.

I approached him slowly with my left hand behind my back, my right hand reaching out to grab his shoulder. "I really want to forgive you, Damon, but..." I then staked him in the stomach with another wooden stake that I had in my left hand, also twisting it in deep. He let out another painful groan as he clutched my shirt in pain with both hands. I did make two stakes for this occasion, and it's so worth it. I guess, as they say, revenge is sweet. "Imagine my surprise when I got my freedom back, only to find out that the love of my life was killed, decapitated by you personally back in 1960."

Damon fell down and leaned against the railing again. He looked at me with a painful expression but with realization, "I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't know," he said as he pulled the stake from his stomach. "She didn't... she didn't say her name... she said she wanted to interview me... Of course, about the fire in Augustine..." Ugh, vampire healing really sucks. His stomach is halfway healed again. "It was still so fresh in my mind, and... my emotions were still... Though I did tell her that I flipped the switch, she called me a monster then proceeded to try injecting me with vervain." Damon, fully healed but lacking blood, stood up and arranged his clothes. "The injection had an Augustine symbol on it, so I assume..."

"She was Augustine, then proceeded to choke her until you decapitated her head." -sigh- My little witch didn't lie, and my guess was spot on. Now, I can't find fault in him anymore, but...ugh...Why did he have to resort to using violent methods when angered? "I guess... I already avenged her enough." I need my little witch to calm myself. Though we don't have a full mate bond yet, her presence alone gives me peace and constant happiness. I then turned my back to him and motioned to leave when he grabbed my arm.

"Wait, where are you going?" Damon said as he was now sipping a blood bag he got from his own luggage. "Are you just going to leave like that?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, not bothered. My thoughts were all about Bonnie. After avenging Maggie, the mating pull became even stronger, confirming that Bonnie is the one. My little mate, even if she's not 17 yet. Just four more years, and she will be. "I have to go back to my little witch."

Damon raised an eyebrow and asked, "My what?" It seemed like we were cool now, back to the friend zone. I'd already avenged Maggie, and after years of pondering the whys, I kind of unconsciously made peace with the fact that Damon was forced to leave me and ended up killing Maggie. "So, you met your mate? And a witch?" He offered me a glass of bourbon as he asked me.

"Yup," I said, accepting the glass and sipping it leisurely. "A powerful one at that. She's the one that saved me, you know? Gave me back my freedom."

"I want to curse at her and thank her at the same time," Damon said, sitting down in the balcony chair.

"Better stick to thanking her then," I told him as I finished off my drink, "You already killed my last lover, but this one is my eternal mate." I then threw my glass at him, purposely missing by a great length. "I won't forgive you, and this time, I will really finish you off."

Damon just chuckled at me, though I know he understands that I'm serious. "Now, I'm really curious. Let me come with you."

Normally, I would vehemently refuse, especially if it's about my mate. However, something is telling me that it's okay to bring him with me to meet my little witch. I'm not sure what, but this feeling is so persistent, like an itch I can't scratch. So, against my better judgment, I said, "Okay."

Damon gave me a skeptical look, raising his eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that. So, are you coming or not?" The daylight was breaking through the darkness of the night. It was now morning.

"Wait a minute," Damon said, packing his luggage and noticing my bare hand without any rings. "You don't have your daylight ring on. Step inside the room, or else you're going to burn." I heard a hint of worry in his voice.

I let the sun reach me, and I saw surprise replace the expression of horror on his face. "How?"

I then turned and showed my earring to him, "Normally, a witch gives us, vampires, rings for daylight protection, but my witch..." I angled the earring to show the clear sign of a lapis lazuli stone in it, "she's powerful enough to make any accessory with a lapis lazuli stone into a daylight accessory." I can't help but be so proud of my little mate. It's only been five years since she started the daylight business, but it's already booming.

"Wow, now I really want to meet that witch mate of yours," Damon said as he carried his luggage towards the door.

"Want some help there, mate?" I said mischievously. Now, for the surprise, I grabbed his luggage and shoved it inside my bag—the bag my little witch gave me years ago, still looking brand new. It's indestructible, after all.

"Ho-how?" Damon stuttered in surprise. His face showed awe and astonishment.

"My little witch." Three words, and it only made Damon more determined to meet Bonnie. I finished tidying up the bloodstains on the balcony while he used compulsion on his latest conquest not to remember any vampire-related events. I guess there would be no stopping him this time. Like I can stop him or even argue against it. This damn something keeps pushing me to drag Damon back to Mystic Falls. I guess Bonnie should be prepared for an unexpected guest. Though I won't be surprised if she already knew. "Well, let's go then," I said, motioning to leave and gesturing for Damon to do the same. Back to Mystic Falls, straight to my little witch. I can't wait.

Chapter finally done. Apologies for the late update. Big shoutout to PinkRose5352 and butterflydreams3 for their fantastic ideas for future chapters. If anyone else has more ideas, drop them in the comments or leave a review. Your input means a lot!

For those who missed it, this SI-Bonnie is building her own harem in the future. Some of you already caught a hint of who's in it. Kudos to you! Originally, I planned to focus on just two guys, but I couldn't resist including the other characters I like. So, welcome to the reverse harem party! See ya next time!