A/N: This is completely AU. If you have read "Final Goodbye" then this is what happens before it. This will have multiple chapter. Hope you enjoy it! (: *Warning* There will be abuse and BDSM in later chapters, read at your own risk you have been warned


Chapter 1: My Reality

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music"


Another day at this ridiculous school Bonnie thought as she walked down the bustling hallways. To her this seemed like a bigger, prettier, expensive version of high school. This was the best performing arts school in the States. Everyone wanted to come here, yet she felt out of place even in her own environment.

"Bon!" a blonde squealed as she advanced towards Bonnie with open arms.

"Hey Caroline," a smile grew on the brunettes lips as she hugged her best friend.

"Where's Elena?"

Caroline hooked her arm though her best friends as they made their way towards their first class of the day. "Probably slept in or something. /anyways/ I heard we have a new English teacher"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "And you already want to get into his pants, right?"

"You know me too well Bon" the blonde said with a musical laugh.

"So what are you doing for your birthday? We /have/ to go celebrate! You're 23 for crying out loud"

"I don't know... you know how my mom is... I'll probably be doing pointe till my feet go numb" she said with a sigh as she sat down.

"You're mom can go shove a pointe shoe up her ass" the blonde grumbled as she took a seat next to her best friend.

The door opened a few minutes later and all the females -along with some males- became quite. The new teacher had arrived. "damn..." whispered Caroline.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm Damon Salvator. You're new English teacher. You will come up here and get the prompt for your essay. Once you finish you may leave" His voice was perfectly clear and authoritative.

All the girls quickly rushed to the front, grabbing a prompt and also throwing themselves at him. Caroline also being one of them. Bonnie rolled her eyes as she stood up and walked over to grab a prompt. As she reached for it something made her look up, azure hues stared back at her. A crimson blush crept over her as she hastily grabbed the paper and retreated back to her seat.

"Girl, he's staring at you" Caroline whispered as soon as Bonnie sat down. The brunette furrowed her brows at her friend before looking back up. Sure enough, those blue eyes where locked on to her, a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Forty five minutes later, she cautiously got up, grabbing her stuff and walked to the front. "Done already? you still have fifteen minutes" Damon replied with a raised brow.

"I know.." Biting her lip she placed her paper in the desk and made her way out the door. Quickly she made her way to Caroline's dorm room and changed into her leotard and tights. Pilling her hair on top of her head she put it into an elegant bun just as her phone rang.

"Hi mom" she answered after the first ring

"Where are you?"

"I'm changing, I'm on my way to practice right now"

"How was English?"

"Ok, we got a new teacher. I was the first one to finish the essay so I got out early" Bonnie explained as she grabbed her dance bag and made her way out of the room and towards the dance room.

"Come right home after practice"

"Don't I always?"

"Do not speak to me like that young lady. I'll see you at home"

The line went dead as she opened the door to the dance room. It was still very early, it wasn't surprising to her that she was the only one. Setting her things down on a chair, she sat on the wooden floor and began stretching. Stretching is a must the words her mother would always tell her, when she was pushing her to the breaking point.

Three hours later, Bonnie walked out of the dance room exhausted. It was a good feeling tho, she did enjoy the feeling of being exhausted and the feeling of aching muscles. It was a sign that she was doing things right.

"Have a good day Miss. Bennett" a silky voice said from behind her. She turned and was faced with none other than Damon Salvator.

"Thank you, like wise" she said with a small smile before turning on her heels and making her way towards the schools main entrance.

"Mom! I'm home!" her voice rang throughout the quiet house. She made her way to the kitchen and found a note on the refrigerator, "Went out. Stretch and start working on your pointe"

A small sigh escaped her lips. As she started stretching she remembered when ballet was enjoyable. As a little kid she had loved learning new routines. But somewhere things had changed and her mother had turned into a controlling monster. Pushing her beyond her limits. Now dancing was just something she did to satisfy her mother. It had been a very long time since she had just danced out of pure pleasure. At school she saw quite a few girls who enjoyed dancing. Anyone who saw them could tell that they were feeling the music. Dance was supposed to be what the music made you feel, it was also a way to show emotion. But she had experienced none of those thing.

"I'm home!" she heard her mother's voice ring throughout the house an hour later. Dancing was something she loved, but her mother was slowly making her love for dancing disappear.