AN: Thanks for the reviews, hope you like this chapter. I don't think it came out well, blame the music I was listening to, it's too mellow. L

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Bonnie sat there for what seemed forever. Gulping in air as she rested her head against the stall. What the hell was that? Katherine coming to her for help? No, more like demanding it. And what was this crap about it helping Elena, that was a pile of bullshit in her opinion.

Yet….no that couldn't be right. No, Katherine was incapable of feeling fear…wasn't she? God this hurt her head, stupid vampire politics, they all just needed to shut up and stop messing with each other. Sighing, the witch decided it would be a good idea to get going before someone came barging in. Wincing slightly, Bonnie stood, feeling a bruise forming on her butt from where she landed. Taking a quick peek at the mirror, she cursed, a ring of already forming bruises wound around her dark neck. No way to hide those.

As Bonnie stalked from the room, she felt a bit of remorse for ditching Luka. It disappeared as she saw Jeremy talking to him at her table. At least he wasn't alone, Bonnie knew what it was like to be the new kid. Shrugging off her thoughts, she quickly escaped the hang out, sucking in breaths of the cold Virginia air. The wind had a bite to it, no pun intended, chilling her quickly. Even if she could control fire Bonnie shivered as she started toward her house. The weather was stupid here, it was freezing in winter yet they barely ever got snow that stuck, oh well.

Once her Gram's house came into site Bonnie made a dash for it. Her Father had struck a deal with her. Since he was off on business a lot Bonnie could move into her Grandmother's home, which she had left to Bonnie in her will, as long as she kept her grades up and helped out with selling their old house.

Slamming the old door, Bonnie shivered at the change in temperature, warmth hitting her as the cold retreated. Slipping her coat off and walking to the kitchen, the teen didn't notice that she wasn't alone in her home. Bonnie started to boil water for hot chocolate, sitting at the white table to wait.

"Hey, Little Witch, can I have some?" a voice spoke from behind her, accompanied with a low chuckle as she jumped.

"What the heck Tyler?" she yelped, irritated.

The werewolf rolled his eyes, "I was just checking to make sure you got home safely." he shrugged, plopping down in the chair across from her as the pot whistled. "So, can I have some?" he asked, nonchalant, Ty seemed more mellowed out.

Bonnie sighed as she bustled around the small kitchen, pulling another mug out, "Sure, why not." she said, her hair falling over to her other shoulder, revealing the bruises.

Tyler was beside her in seconds, "What happened?" he growled, staring at the bruises with narrowed eyes, his pupils pulsating.

Bonnie pulled her neckline down a little, looking annoyed as she passed him to get to the fridge, "Nothing." she muttered.

"Nothing?" he exclaimed, "That's a hell of a nothing, Bon." he growled, using a nickname he hadn't used since they were seven.

Curly hair flew as she turned to him, abandoning her attempt at getting ice into a baggy. "Yeah, and it's none of your business, got it?" she snapped angrily.

"Like hell it's not my business." he spoke angrily, glaring at her.

"It isn't, so stop acting like you care and leave me the hell alone!" the witch yelled, appliances around the room rattling, "I have had one of the must suckish days ever. First I had to deal with you being an ass and trying to fight with Damon every other minute. Then it turns out my best friend since preschool is a freaking vamp!" she shrieked, "And now you won't leave me the hell alone you fulking asshole!" Bonnie was panting when she was finished, her neck twinged in pain with every breath.

Tyler had stood there patiently the whole time, letting her take her anger out and occasionally dodging flying objects. Straightening after a pan came at him, he stared at her with an arched brow, "Feel better?" he asked, his lips quirking.

Still heaving, Bonnie grinned a little, "Yeah, actually, thanks Ty." she said gratefully, feeling a little bad for using him as a punching bag of sorts.

The new werewolf chuckled easily, "No problem Bon, let me get that." he added, taking the bag from her and filling it with ice, ripping a towel from a roll and wrapping the bag up. "Wanna go watch a movie?" he asked out of the blue, placing the pack on her neck, taking in a whiff of her intoxicating scent, sending his heart pounding.

As his skin touched hers, Bonnie felt something pleasant tingle through her. Not a vision, just a safe feeling. It left as she took hold of the pack, Tyler taking his fingers away. "Uh sure, I think Iron Man's on tonight." she responded, trying to be casual.

"Aw and I was hoping for Twilight." he joked, grabbing the now done hot drinks.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Don't even mention that to Damon, he'll have you there for an hour telling you how stupid 'that Meyer chick' is." she said sarcastically.

Tyler growled at the mention of the name as he followed the girl into the living room. Right now Damon was on the top of his 'Kill' list, right after whoever hurt Bonnie. He had decided to give up the subject for now, but later…he'd get it out of her and brutally murder whoever It was. Right now, though, he didn't want to ruin the rare moment of peace with the witch.

"Whatever." he muttered, sitting next to Bonnie on the comfy couch as she flipped the TV on. Bonnie ignored his comment, trying to relax. It turned out to be easy, Tyler was a very good pillow.

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