~Prologue~

Which now goes along the dark path to that place whence they say none returns
- Catullus, Gaius Valerius.

Deep-set dark brown eyes watched from afar of the massacred scene taking place in front of him. The eighteen-year-old boy stood frozen in his spot, he felt so helpless of the situation. His magic was rendered useless and he hated it every time he was dragged into her dreams. Forced to watch from afar and be invisible to her eyes. He had entered this girl's dream for many years, always waking up to never knowing her name or if she truly existed in this world. Of course trying to remember how she looked was even more troubling. His visions would blur every time he tried to remember her face when he was awake. Yet the one thing he knew for sure was that she was beautiful. He couldn't explain it when he couldn't even remember her face but he could feel it in his soul that she was beautiful inside and outside. Because of that certainty, he grew up loving her. His dream girl he called her.

After turning thirteen years old, he learned the truth of his purpose in life. Soon following he had begun to enter her dreams [not on purpose]. At first, he thought they were his own dreams but soon discovered it was the unknown beauty's mind. He grew up with her; got to know more about her than himself. Saw her dreams, that held her memories, her fears and then he began to see and feel the difference between her dreams and visions every time he was pulled into her mind.

Lately, his dream girl had been dreaming visions; he wasn't so sure if she actually knew if they were visions but they were becoming more frequent in the past weeks. To be more precise the visions began after he was pulled into her nightmare that replayed the night her Grams died. These visions now were not only revealing her true hidden nature, but these visions were a warning to her. A warning if she wasn't careful with her powers. He just hoped they would cross path soon in the real world so he could help her with her destined fate. To save her in the real world; because all he could he do right now was clench his fist angrily and watch on as the demon within her body take full control of the murderous situation.

She raised her bloody hands and watched the blood sleek down her arm. With a giddy smile, she tilted her head to the side; and watched in amusement of the movement of the blood when she moved her fingers. Her mind begins to process of what just happened mere seconds when her once clean hands began their slaughtering. Now the blood was her evidence of the destruction she created in this big, unfamiliar room.

Her eyes were no longer it's natural green colour instead it's bright red.

She sighed tiredly of what she was forced to do. To Bonnie Bennett. The young yet powerful witch was the perfect vessel of their merged powers, but she had warned Bonnie of the outcome of their deal if she carelessly sacrificed herself to beat the fate of others. Now she had to take control of the poor girl's body. The demonic spirit that was now occupying the vessel of Bonnie Bennett looked uncaringly around the room to the bodies that fell victim to her killings. Each individual pleading for their Bonnie to fight, to regain control of her body.

Memories of their screams of "This is not you, Bonnie!" "Where is she?" filtered in the demon's mind causing her to chuckle of how weak and pathetic they all were to Bonnie. All they did was spout words of love but nobody took action. It became personal the moment they all played a part in Bonnie breaking their deal. So when they all decided to take actions to "try" to save Bonnie she froze each of them in their place and dealt them the death they solely deserved. The demonic spirit hated them for holding Bonnie back from becoming the most powerful supernatural beings. Instead, they used Bonnie for her powers, all to protect a mere doppelgänger and the people in this supernatural targeted town.

Elena Gilbert. Human. Doppelgänger. A quick and easy kill. Neck slashed by her recently reunited katana. It happened so fast and precise that the poor girl didn't have time to scream.

Jeremy Gilbert. Human. An easy warm-up with her sword. Stabbed in the heart. An instant death for the boy when he reacted to Elena's death. She released her hold on him expecting him to be running to his death. Pathetic. An emotional kid.

Caroline Forbes. Vampire. Now she put up a good fight, surprisingly. Although that may be due to the distraction of Bonnie's spirit fighting back for control of her body to stop her from killing Caroline. It was disappointing how quickly the girl's spirit had weakened without her magic. Sadly Bonnie was too late to stop herself from using her katana to slice Caroline's head clean off. Now her head laid not too far from her headless body. Now looking closely at Caroline's decaying face, the demonic spirit couldn't help but hum unsympathetic to the sorrowful expression worn upon the vampire's face.

Stefan Salvatore. Vampire. Former ripper. He was fun. Having better control of Bonnie's body she proudly let the vampire have a taste of what his victim's felt in past ripper days. Drinking so much of his blood she left him to the brink of his death. This brought so much thrill to the demonic spirit and with his blood in her system. Making her stronger and faster to hold tightly of her katana's handle and cut his body into pieces. Then ever so carefully like a puzzle, she pieced his body back together on the ground like a masterpiece at rest. The finished touches were ripping his heart out of his chest with her bare hands and placing it on top of his chest.

Now Bonnie had a conscious to not act on her killing instinct, but the demonic spirit couldn't care less about right or wrong because her only instinct was to kill anyone standing in her way. The demon will admit she was on the adrenaline rush from killing for she held no personal grudges for Bonnie's family…her coven. They were good people, but the demonic spirit knew the young witches would try to find the loophole in Bonnie's deal with her. The demon needed to tie up the loose ends here.

"No hard feelings." the demonic spirit thought. The demon looks to the first victim of Bonnie's coven.

Michael Bennett. Witch. Magically holding his small knives she created small slashes running up and down his arms, chest and legs. The demonic spirit just wanted to play around with another weapon until she got bored. His true cause of death was drowning in his own element. Water. His death was when she felt Bonnie give up on her fight to gain control.

Marcus O'Donnell. Witch. Currently missing. She simply summoned her fellow spirits to drag the boy to the world he so easily and ignorantly stepped into continuously to cheat people of their deaths. The Other Side may not be so kind to him now.

Robbie Johnson. Witch. Held down by his earth element. Ribs broken from the huge branches wrapping around the poor boy's chest, crushing it. Internal bleeding. For assurance, the demonic spirit flicked her wrist for a tree root to magically shoot up from the ground and through his forehead, pinning him against the wall of the room. Instant death.

Alexis Johnson. Witch. Suffocation. The demonic spirit got tired of waiting for the girl to die so she quickly slashed the young witch's throat with her katana.

Lastly, Damon Salvatore. Vampire. Surprisingly he chose the begging route. Calling out for Bonnie. The girl that once resided this body. This poor hopeful vampire really believed that Bonnie would be powerful enough to fight her. A deal is a deal. Why was that so hard for everybody to understand?

"You really did prove everybody wrong when they didn't take your threat seriously." the unknown male voice said looking at the massacred scene. The red-eyed Bonnie smirked a little from hearing the English accent in his voice. His tone sounded impressed as he moved to stand behind her.

She looked back to her last victim, Damon Salvatore. Crouching to her knees, she tilts her to the side of the dead man laying on his side with a hole in his chest. His death was the simplest and somewhat poetic. His heart ripped out by the girl he could've loved. The girl he could've had a future with. Only if he hadn't been so blinded by this need to one up his brother and feed his selfishness and pride by getting with the Petrova doppelgänger.

With her bloody hand, she brushed the slightly long black strands of his hair behind his ear, "I can feel her giving me full control of her body, now that you're dead. That was her weakness. That's why it was so easy to take over your oh so good Bonnie. You have to believe me when I say that I truly wanted her to prove me wrong and be worthy of the powers blessed to her. Instead, she proved me right. She was never going to be able to control our powers because she cared too much for others. That isn't a bad thing, but she cared too much that she forgot to care for herself. She neglected herself and the chance to build a stronger bond with her powers. With me. If she had just listened to my warning and correctly used her bestowed powers; I wouldn't have been forced to take back what she could've owned. She could've had it all" she finished poignantly of what Bonnie's life had now come to while staring at the dead, decaying Damon Salvatore.

"Are you ready to leave my beautiful queen?" the man asked.

The red-eyed Bonnie used the bottom of Damon's white t-shirt under his black leather jacket to wipe her hands clean. Standing up once done, she breathed deeply in and out of her new life. It had been a long time since she walked on Earth in a vessel. It was a shame the last time she did, it was for a mission and she was proud to serve her, but it was a shame that Bonnie couldn't live up to her ancestor's strength and restraint. She was going to live the way that Bonnie was supposed to live and use their powers the way it was supposed to be used.

She was going to be Queen.

AN: Welcome to the first chapter of "Battling my Demons" the first part of my "Trilogy of War" series. I hope you enjoy this series as I have enjoyed writing this. Apologies for my grammatical errors.