A/N: bad me, how dare I start another story when I have so many that are unfinished. Well considering the fact that my very evil older sister is holding my innocent dear and beloved laptop hostage with all my other stories updates…I decided I needed to write something new.
Something different and boy, this is definitely different.
This is a story idea I got when I had an odd conversation with my boyfriend…
Smh by the middle of this fanfic your probably gonna be like 'wtf is wrong with you?' lol.
Well anyway this fanfic is AU and there are no supernatural what so ever!
Um let's see, anything else….oh yeah
Disclaimer I do not own vampire diaries or any of its characters, if I did Katherine would have never been turned human, Elena would be dead, Kol would live, Lexi would live, hell even Finn would live so he and sage could run off into the sunset…. *sighs*
Oh um let's see there are some changes in this fanfic … well I could tell you, but you could just read it instead.
Important Side Note: In this first chapter, the present is in italics and the past in not.
Prologue:
She couldn't breathe. Not with the chloroform rag crushed against her face. Bonnie Bennett hadn't heard him. She thought she was being vigilant, but he had grabbed her from the alley, put the rag to her face, and now she was fighting for her life.
Bonnie tried to turn her head around to see her attacker, but he was wearing a ski mask. Everything about the man screamed serial killer.
Vision swimming and her lungs burning, how had she ended up this way?
Ch1: My Life Sucks
If the bar had been crowded, the sidewalk outside the bar was jammed with partiers who had stepped out for a cigarette. It was like walking through a labyrinth of smoke stacks.
Bonnie coughed into her hand, trying to let the smokers know that secondhand smoke was not her friend.
The rest of her co-workers seemed to revel in the smoky chaos.
"Let's split a cab to The Grill." said Elena, the heir apparent to their little clique.
Bonnie stepped away from the group. "I should get home."
"Oh come on!" Caroline, the designated wise member of their group said. "It'll be fun. So sex in the city decadent."
Although right now, she wasn't showing much wisdom at all. She was as bad as Elena and Katherine.
Bonnie shook her head. "No, I should walk."
Katherine, with her chocolate locks tilted back laughing at something only she found funny, said, "ride tonight. Go to the gym tomorrow."
Why oh why did she agree to go out to drinks after work with these three? It was like high school all over again, only without the acne. Bonnie had never fit in before. Why did she think she could now?
"Actually," Bonnie explained, "I wasn't thinking about my cardio. I only live a few blocks away."
She tried to walk away from the group, but Caroline grabbed her arm. "Come on Bon, let loose a little."
Bonnie jerked her arm back.
Before she could apologize to Caroline, Elena jumped into the gap. "Okay. Buh-bye then. Walk safe."
She gave that annoying wave you give to someone you wished was already gone.
Bonnie never should have left the other women. In this part of town? Walking home alone? She might as well have had a target on her back. "Look here. Easy victim. Come abduct me."
The man was so much stronger than she was. How could she get away before the chloroform took effect? The world in front of her eyes was wavering back and forth like a mirage.
Instead of fighting, though, Bonnie let herself relax. She just went slack. The man loosened his hold. Just as she had planned. Hoping he had let his guard down, she pushed off from him, trying to run away.
As fate would have it, the man had a steel grip on her coat. Bonnie struggled to get the garment off. Once freed, she lunged forward, chocking and crying.
The man, though, spun on his heel and backhanded her. The force snapped her head around and a stream of blood, her blood, streaked the grimy brick wall.
She couldn't fight any more as he put the rag over her nostrils again. Between the chemicals and the blow to the head, she didn't have any fight left in her. This time, when she slumped to the ground, it wasn't a fake-out.
Caroline hated to watch Bonnie walk away. This was supposed to be a fun night out for all of them. They had been working hard on a big case and this was their chance to blow off some steam. Although bar hopping wasn't Caroline's thing either, it wasn't all bad.
Elena apparently having none of the guilt Caroline felt was busy hailing a cab. Caroline reached down to get her wallet out when she felt the soft cashmere of her scarf. Actually, not her scarf, but Bonnie's scarf. Caroline had gotten a chill in the bar and Bonnie had loaned it to her.
"Bonnie!" Caroline yelled trying to get her coworker's attention. "Your scarf!"
She trotted up to catch up with Bonnie but the younger woman shook her head. "Keep it." Bonnie said nodding back to the other women. "It looks like you are going to have a long, cold night ahead of you."
"And what!" Caroline asked. "You are allergic to those? To fun?" Bonnie didn't respond. Instead, she just looked at her feet. "Have you even gone out since you moved to town?"
Bonnie's darting eyes told Caroline the answer she needed. "So for over three months you've been cooped up at home? It's time, hon."
"That bar," Bonnie explained. "It's just a meat market. Men interested in your bra size rather than your IQ." Caroline tried to argue, but Bonnie barreled right over her. "Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."
"On a Saturday?" Caroline challenged, but Bonnie just nodded. "Oh you mean for the women's shelter?" Caroline was all about volunteerism and all that, but Bonnie was taking it to the extreme. "You can't just let them call you up whenever someone bails on a shift."
Bonnie shrugged "I've got the time."
Caroline sighed. "Only because you don't have a life. Even jimmy carter got laid every once and a while. Lust in his heart, and all."
"Yeah well lust isn't what I'm after." Bonnie answered sounding pretty resolute. And given the caliber of guys that were probably going to be at the grill, Caroline didn't really have much to argue about.
As Bonnie went to walk away, Elena grabbed Caroline's coat and tugged her towards the curb.
"Care con on. You're so much better at getting us a cab!"
Caroline didn't budge, though. "Maybe we should walk her home?"
Elena shook her head, sending her perfectly straight hair fanning all around her face. "Are you kidding me? We finally got rid of the black hole of happiness."
Caroline tried to interrupt, but Elena was on a roll. "Look, now we can have a caramel appletinii without a black cloud circling over our heads." With that, Elena raised her arm and shouted "taxi."
A yellow cab pulled up to the curb. Katherine got in, but Caroline cocked an ear.
"Did you hear something?" She asked Elena.
"No." her coworker answered in a huff. Then she tugged Caroline towards the cab. "If that girl lives as close as she said, then she's already at home watching SpongeBob, or whatever else losers like her do on a Friday night." With one more tug, which felt more like a shove, Elena urged Caroline into the cab. "If we get there in ten minutes, it's still no cover charge."
Bonnie looked back down the street. Bonnie was long gone. Probably at home, like Elena said. As much as Caroline wanted to mother hen Bonnie she was a grown woman and could make her own decisions.
As could Caroline. With one last glance down the empty street, she got into the cab.
The jostling of her feet as the man dragged her down the alley stirred Bonnie to consciousness. He had his arms under her armpits, hauling her like a sack of potatoes to a waiting van. This was her last chance to get away before he had her completely subdued.
Leaned over like this, he didn't have great leverage. Trying not to reveal that she was awake, Bonnie gathered her feet under her. Then, when he went to lift her into the van she sprang forward.
"Help!" she cried, but it only came out as a croak.
She might have gotten away if it weren't for her ponytail. The man grabbed it, jerking her back into his rough embrace.
With her cheek against his ski mask she begged.
"Please don't."
He rubbed the wool against her skin. "Oh if you think this is bad, just you wait."
Thankfully, the chloroform went over her mouth again. Just as her eyelids got too heavy to keep open, Bonnie spotted a taxi filled with her coworkers, laughing and having a carefree time.
Was the waiting van that much worse than her life?
A/N: So? How did I do?
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