My muse would not let me write chapters to Mrs. Mikaelson and Take Me Home until this was completed. The lack of Klonnie is seriously depressing. Please excuse any misspelled words I might have missed. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: She Fell Into My Lap

Was this it for me?

Was this how I die?

Me, Bonnie Bennett, dies by the hands of a sadistic sociopath throwing a temper tantrum because he couldn't kill his family?

I would have laughed at the hilarity of this situation if it didn't hurt so much. I looked down at my hand covering one of the many injuries Kai gave me. That bastard has been chasing me for five months now.

Five months . . . has it been that long since I've been stuck here in this dimensional prison with this maniac? Let's see . . .

Damon has left in the month of "October" on the . . . third. No, it was the second. No, it was definitely the third. We had a little Going Home party, got ourselves drunk while watching The Bodyguard for the final time. Damon threatened to kill me in my sleep if he heard Whitney Houston's song, I Will Always Love You in his sleep. Drama Queen. It was the next day we had prepared ourselves to leave out this 1994 hellhole, but only Damon left.

Therefore, that would mean it was in fact five complete months of misery . . . and some change. First . . . second . . . third . . . fourth – the fourth. Today was February, the fourth. Wow.

I snort broke from my dried chapped lips then another. "This is just fabulous."

I bit the inside of my cheek desperately trying to hold in my laughter. One, I was in pain and two; Kai was still looking for me. The more I tried the harder it was getting to hold it in. My dark and untimely sense of humor wouldn't let me. I laughed. I laughed so hard. How morbid and unhinged I must be to find humor that I was going to die on my birthday? Surprise!

Another fit of laughter broke through me. This was horrible. I was a complete mess. This was my life in jeopardy and all I could do was laugh at my pending death. I stared down at the blood-smeared face on my watch. It has been my birthday for fifteen hours so far – I covered my mouth holding in another laugh – and I didn't even know it.

My stomach was cursing me for my abnormal behavior but I couldn't help it. This was too funny to bear. If I didn't laugh I would cry and crying was something I have done since . . . hell, I didn't even know. So, laughing it was.

"Bon~nie."

I pressed my hand firmer against my mouth this time to hold my breath. He finally came. How did my life turn out this way? I was supposed to be living taking classes living the college life. I was supposed be cranky by Caroline waking me up so I wouldn't miss class. I was supposed be sitting in class while listening to a boring lecture next to Elena. I supposed be studying for exams and quizzes. I supposed to be going to college parties and having too much alcohol and had to wake up in the morning having a hangover. I was supposed to be happy. I supposed to just, be. Why have my life turned into nothing but supernatural occurrences and death?

I was not happy. I don't think I ever been happy, not for a long while. I haven't been happy since before I found out I was a witch. No. That was a lie. I was happy when my Grams was alive. I was happy before my best friend started being danger prone. I was happiest before the Salvatore's came to Mystic Falls.

No. That wasn't fair. It wasn't their fault. Elena was not at fault. Stefan wasn't at fault. Damon wasn't at fault. This wasn't anyone fault. It just happened. Everything had a reason for happening.

"Bon~nie. Where are you?" He was getting closer.

My bloodied hand fell from my lips but still kept myself quiet. I needed to get out of here. I looked around the fourth floor empty lobby of Whitmore Hospital until I saw an opened door leading to an empty operating room. I pressed my back against the wall giving myself support to stand. My legs were a wobbly mess. I was exhausted from pushing myself to keep running. They felt heavy and my muscles were burning. Way before this game I was currently playing with Kai, I was escaping from his clutches at his old family house in Oregon on Thanksgiving.

He was angry. He couldn't find the blade his sister left her magic in the tree stump in front of their house, so he took it out on me. He first sliced my cheek with the carving knife. Before he could do anymore damage, I was out my seat, out the door, in Damon's Camaro heading to Virginia.

I ran into some unfortunate pit stops. Like when Kai caught up to me in Salt Lake City and almost ran me off the bridge. Thankfully, I made out the truck before he could do so. That was the last time I attempted to drive on the freeway. Another time was in Nebraska in some small town at an inn. Since Kai banged up Damon's car and it the fact it was now at the bottom of a river around Salt Lake City, I had to find a new car. I was asleep when all the sudden I couldn't breathe. When I woke up, all I could see were the maple leaf patterns displayed on the inn's pillowcases. The sick prick tried to smother me in my sleep.

After a few ruffles and getting out the inn by the skin of my teeth, I found myself in West Branch, Michigan settling in a cabin by a lake. For two months, Kai left me alone. I didn't know if he was still searching for me or if he gave up trying to find me. Either way, I didn't have the will to keep going to Mystic Falls. For one, almost every part of my body was covered in dirt, cuts, dried blood (both mine and Kai's), and a couple bruised areas that were too sore for me to continue travelling. Secondly, I was sleep deprived. For weeks, I couldn't get a good night's rest or any rest for that matter. Either it was me, waking myself every ten seconds for the fear of Kai attacking me or it was actually Kai attacking me. I needed physical, emotional and mental replenishment. West Branch was a safe enough place for me to rest.

Staying in West Branch wasn't all that bad. The cuts I had disappeared while some lingered either turning into scars or soars still. I had food, warmth, clothes, and a roof over my head. Christmas was the saddest for me. For the first time since I've been in this crap hole I felt truly alone. I missed my home. I missed everyone, including Damon. The Salvatore has been the only thing I looked forward to waking up in this prison. I couldn't stand him at times . . . all the time really, but we had a understanding. We grew to trust each other. Now that he was gone, I had no one.

Things were somewhat calm though there were times the slightest noise startled me. It was the beginning of a new month (now I know it was February) when I could finally sleep longer than an hour. West Branch was my safe haven. I didn't know where Kai was and I didn't care. He didn't have the ascendant, because I hid somewhere in woods around the Lockwood mansion. The dagger his twin had was gone. Kai was stuck in 1994. The only down side was I was stuck in 1994 with him.

I needed to get out and fast but there wasn't a way for me to leave without my magic. It wasn't until the next day I remembered Damon writing the coordinates to Silas tomb with Qetsiyah's magic inside that rock. As much as Damon told me about getting the cure for Elena, I should have remembered there was magic waiting for me in Nova Scotia. I wasted two months in West Branch when I could have been home where my real life resided. The only thing I needed to do was keep away from Kai. Sounds easy enough?

Getting out of the cabin was an adventure. I had many failed attempts stepping my foot out the door until I thought about how Damon would shove out the door and tell me stop being a wimp. I never spent so much time looking over my shoulder as much as I did heading out. Regardless of my self-conscious parting from West Branch, my journey to Mystic Falls was uneventful, thankfully. Through the rest of Michigan, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, and West Virginia there weren't any signs of Kai. I didn't know that was a blessing or curse but it didn't matter when I saw the entry sign to Mystic Falls. I felt relief but beneath the relief was dread.

I knew something was wrong as I walked up the familiar driveway to the Salvatore boardinghouse but stubbornly I ignore it. I had a plan. I was going to shower then pack some clothes, get the ascendant and head to Nova Scotia where I could drain Qetsiyah's magic from the rock and go home. It was easy enough, but then I walked into the boardinghouse feeling a sharp stab greeting my torso. Easy my ass.

I fell to the floor feeling the worse pain I ever felt and above me was Kai. He was staring down at me with a sadistic smile spread across his stupid face wiggling a knife. It was soon that I was told the knife was his ticket out.

xx

"Look what I found." He gestured towards the dagger. "It took me awhile to find it but I did. My twinsy must have hid it again after she help daddy dearest and his legion of devil spawn lock me in my prison world. She hid the dagger in my father's room under the floorboards." He stared down at the blade. "I have to hand it to my sister, she surprised me. I didn't know Jo could be so vicious. She knew I was always scared to go in my father's room since I was a child. It gave me the creeps that room." He shivered.

"What do you want, a sticker?" I winced. I looked down at myself seeing blood seeping through my shirt. This was bad.

Kai sucked his teeth as he shook his head. "That looks nasty. You should get someone to look at that." He snapped his fingers. "Hey, maybe you should see a doctor."

Ignoring him, I asked the obvious. "How long have you been here?"

"A month, give or take. If specifically mean the boardinghouse, two days. Before this, I was staying in a mansion. Before I came back to Mystic Falls, I was searching for the dagger. After you got away from me in Nebraska, I hustled back to Oregon to look for it. When I found it, I hurried on back to Mystic Falls without rest just to get a head of you. It took you long enough. I was getting bored waiting for you to arrive. I thought about drinking bleach to pass the time. I always wondered how it tasted." His mind drifted off for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well. It doesn't matter now, because you're here. Yay for us!"

Kai kneeled beside me. "For two months, I have been itching to get my hands on you." He went to touch my face but slapped his hand away. He laughed maniacally. "So much fight and sass, I love it." He snatched my face up to his trapping my face in his hand. I hissed feeling his nails dig into my cheeks slicing my flesh. I tried to wiggle from his grasp but he only held on tighter. "And so beautiful." He moved the strand of hair from my face.

I went to move my face again but he only snatched me back forcing me to stare in his cold grayish-blue eyes. I wanted to gauge them out. "What are you waiting for?" I swallowed the lump in my throat painfully slow. "Why don't you just kill me and get it over with."

Kai tilted his head to the side as if he couldn't comprehend what I was saying to him. The innocent action startled me. If it were anyone else, the childlike guise would have seemed endearing. From Kai it made me itch. He reminded me of a snake playing coy with its pray until it unexpectedly strike at the opportune moment. I was waiting for it, but to my surprise, he began to snicker.

"God, I love your fire." His eyes wandered over my face. "That sexy brave face you like to put on when you know you're scared." He lightly tapped my bruised chin creating a slight pulsing throb. "That defiant jutted chin you like to stick out." He then raked his thumb over my almost healed bruised lip I gotten from the car crash. "The twinge on your lips when you look at me with repulsion. . ." His smoldering eyes moved back to meet my eyes. "You are a sight, Bonnie Bennett."

He moved his lips inches from mine having the smell of minty toothpaste and bourbon assault my nose. I struggled to move away but he captured me with his other arm around my waist so I couldn't move from his closeness. Kai let himself linger over my lips. He went to move to what I thought was to kiss me, but instead he steadily moved his lips to the side of my mouth. He didn't kiss me. He only brushed his lips against my skin. He brushed across my cheek to my jaw then settle at my ear. I cringed feeling the tip of his tongue flicked my earlobe. I was disgusted and I knew he could feel it.

Kai nuzzled between the juncture of my neck and jaw sniffing me. I bit the inside of my lip trying to hold in my scream. I growled when he suddenly nipped hard on my ear. Not able to take the close proximity, with my free hand, I brought it up to his chest and tried to pry him off me. The more I struggled to get free, the more he pressed me against him. I pushed harder ignoring the singing throb on my arm where a bruise stubbornly wouldn't go away, but I didn't care. I needed Kai away from me.

"Get off of me." I felt his breath on my cheek when he chuckled at my poor antics to get away. The sick bastard was enjoying this.

I decided to go for another tactic and dug my fingers into his chest until I could feel his blood under my nails. Kai grunted but made no move to release me, so I dug harder. For punishment, he bit my neck barbarously but didn't break the skin. Getting the picture, I finally let up from clawing his chest. I was done. I was tired of fighting him. I was tired of fighting period.

"Just kill me please." Bile rose in my throat after I heard those treacherous words leave my mouth. I couldn't take it. My sanity couldn't take this. It was too much. I have been fighting too hard for too long alone. I wanted out. "Just do it." Hot streams of tears fell from eyes sliding down the side of my face. "Do it." When I saw he wasn't making a move to end me, my sadness turned into hot rage. "Do it." I hissed. What was he waiting for? "Do it. Do it, Kai." Still he didn't move.

I kicked, pinched, and clawed him but he made no move to strike and it was pissing me off. My anger startled me. Why was I so mad that he wasn't taking action in killing me? Why was I begging my enemy to end my existence? Was I ready to die? Have I fallen so low? Has my hope diminished? I should be appalled and embarrassed. I was thunderstruck by my lack and abandonment of behavior in this current situation. I should be fighting to save myself. I should want to save myself.

Where was my pride? Where was my fire? Where was my spark, my will, my strength? What did I have left of me that hasn't been broken? All of these questions pounded heavily against my skull and yet I still beg him to release me from my personal hell.

"Do it. Do it, Kai." The chest heaved up and down from the adrenaline that was igniting inside me to speak with such boldness regardless of the repercussions. "I am sick. I am sick of the games you are playing with me. I am sick of seeing your face. I am sick of hearing your voice. I am sick of you!" I have lost it. I knew I lost it. I have finally snapped and I was completely and internally shattered physically, expressively, and mentally. "Isn't this what you wanted? All this time running around and chasing me and finally, you have me where you want me. So, get it over with." Kai remained unmoved looking above me with that idiotic clueless expression on his stupid face.

"What is it? Are you scared? Are you a coward? Was everything you said me, the threats and promises, were they just words?" I goaded him.

Nothing.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" Still nothing. "Answer me!"

Nothing still.

"Do it!" I thrust my body up wildly. "Do it. End me now. End me now, Kai or I swear if you don't I will find a way to end you." He stared down at me blankly not paying attention to my threat. Steely blue eyes gazed questionably down at me as if he was searching for something or waiting for me to do something. What did he want from me?

His stoniness was driving me mad. I used to hate hearing him talk. It was like nails to a chalkboard. I was finding out his mute responsiveness pissed me off more. "Do it! Do it, Malachai! Do –"

Before I could utter another word, I felt a sharp tug of my hair then the searing pain at back of my head when Kai slammed it to the floor. My eyes automatically closed as the excruciating pain I felt from the forefront my head to the soles of my feet. I opened my eyes ready to curse him out until a sight before shot a shiver down my spine. My body froze for I was paralyzing with fear that shook my bones to my very marrow. My blood immediately ran cold and breath became achingly short. I couldn't even speak let alone open my mouth. Above me Kai was pointing the edge of the dagger inches from my left eye.

"Do not . . . call me that again." His voice was low and sickly eerie bringing goose bumps to my skin creating a burning itch to my flesh. "Don't ever call me that name again." My breath hitched when he tightened his grip around my hair adding on to the torture of my throbbing head. "Do you hear me?" I swallowed the pending lump in throat before I nodded my head yes. "Do you understand me?" I nodded again. "Answer me!" I flinched at the words I only said moments ago shouted back at me. I pinched my eyes closed to keep my welling tears from leaking but they fell anyway. "Do you understand me, Bonnie?"

I made sure my voice was steady and leveled before I spoke. "Y-Yes, I understand." He stared at me pointedly waiting for me to say something. I took a shaky breath readying to open my mouth hoping words would come out again. "Yes, I understand, Kai."

"Good." A bright smiled appeared on his face wiping off every ugly lines and crease from his monstrous mask he had on before. I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.

He placed the blade somewhere I couldn't see but I knew it was close by in reaching distance. He sighed shaking his head. "My poor Bon Bon," He wiped my tears from cheek then caringly stroked it. The same itch crawled over my skin but willed myself not to pull away. The fear, the ache I felt in my heart wouldn't let me. The foul remnants of my fear grappled over me my body entirely and it only amplified when he touched me but I refused to show it to him. "So broken. So," He let his eyes wander over my face then back at me. "Weak. So disgustingly weak."

He stood from his kneeling position letting my head fall to the floor. "I'm not going to kill you. Well, at least not yet." He began to pace in front of me toying with the handle of the dagger. "You see regardless of everything I still like you, Bonnie."

I must have had a look on face that said I didn't believe him because he laughed. "Yeah, I know. Sounds hard to believe, right? However, it's true. I mean . . . we shared moments together. Some good . . . then some bad . . . and then some were downright nasty, but moments nonetheless. It's going to be hard," He blinked eyes pretending to hold back tears. "It's going to be hard leaving this place without you." He placed his hand over his heart mocking hurt. "I am going to miss you, Bonnie."

"You're disgusting." I wanted to throw up.

He ignored me and continued to nonsense. "I mean you are helping me get out of here. I have magic now. I know the spell. I have the ascendant." My heart dropped when he pulled out the ascendant from his back pocket. The mentioning of a mansion he was staying from earlier meant he was staying at the Lockwood mansion. He had magic now, so it would have been easy to do a locator spell to find the ascendant. "And I have your blood on here." He stared down at the red substance on dagger. He was right. He had everything to escape this prison. I have failed. "And depending on my mood, your blood will soon be on this floor." He pointed to the floor. "Look at that. You already started."

I closed my eyes pinching my lips together holding back a whimper. I would not break in front of him. I won't. The mantra continued in my head but a cold hand touching my cheek snapped me out of it. He was wiping away my fallen tears. I opened my eyes looking down at me. "Hey, hey," Kai whispered. The care in voice only made me feel worse for my awaited doom. "Sssh, sshh, it's okay. It's alright." He crooned.

I broke. My body shook openly sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you so much." I admitted.

"I know." He brought my head up to his chest and held me. "I know." He whispered again as he rubbed my back in a circular motion. "I hate me too, sometimes." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He was mad. "I decided to do something," He leaned away from me to see my face. "To show you my gratitude."

I stared at him puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

Kai grabbed a tissue from the tissue box by the couch and began to wipe my face. "I decided to do something different." He tossed the dampened tissues over his shoulder. "I'm going to give you a head start."

What? "W-What?" I repeated outwardly.

"I'm going to give you a head start." Kai smiled kindly then tapped my nose playfully before he got up. "I will count to five, no, ten. I will count to ten and you will hide from me. If I don't find you before tomorrow's eclipse, I will let you live. I will leave from this dimensional prison without harming you and as a bonus I won't harm your friends." The smile on his face turned into a menacing scowled. "But if I find you before then, the deal is off." Horror stuck me hard He couldn't be serious. "You only get one chance, so hide somewhere good." He rubbed his hands together with glee. "This is going to be fun. I haven't done this since I killed my little sister Margery. She only lasted fifteen minutes or so. I'm hoping you'll be longer."

My eyes widen. He was serious.

"One . . . two . . . three . . . four . . ."

I didn't get to hear him say five, because I was already down the driveway heading to the car running for my life. My will to stay alive wasn't lost like I thought. My fight was not over yet.

xx

Now here I was, limping to get away from my capture. When I made it inside the operating room without being detected, I gently closed the door and locked it. I hobbled over to the cabinets hoping there was something to wrap myself to stop the bleeding. When I seen nothing was in the cabinets, I checked the drawers.

Finally, I found wrapping bandages. It had to do. I cautiously lifted my shirt seeing the deep stab wound Kai inflicted on me. I turned on the cold water in the sink and ran it over a clean towel I found. Carefully, I began to clean my wound. I clenched my teeth holding in my cries. I fell a couple of times trying to get away from some close encounters. Dirt, small rocks, and leaves caked over my clothes, skin and several cuts I reopened. Coming to Whitemore Hospital was the only place I could think of hiding and taking care of my stab wound.

When the wound was somewhat clean, I started wrapping the bandage around me. I knew this wouldn't stop the bleeding but it could hold me over until the eclipse. Then he would leave and won't harm my friends. I just need to stay away from him. I needed to hide and fast. Kai was on the same floor level as me, so leaving this room was out of the question.

Across from me, there was another door. I hurried and put everything back into place except the bloodied towel and wrapping bandages and walked through the other door. Inside was another room but different from the operating room and more as a regular room for patients to rest overnight. I turned to lock the door, but it didn't have one. Forgetting it, I hurried around the bed and sat in the small corner keeping myself quiet.

I looked down at my watch it was three-fifteen. An hour or so until the eclipse and this nightmare would be over. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath but every breath I took felt like it was borrowed as if I was waiting for inevitable. I knew I shouldn't have these thoughts, but it was hard not to. It was my twentieth birthday and I was in a hospital running from a sociopathic warlock looking to kill me for fun.

I sunk myself lower on the white tiled floor. The coolness from the tiles sent a jolt to my heated skin creating a somewhat satisfying ease to my overworked body. I haven't been asleep since I left West Branch. However, by letting the coolness from the tiles seep into my pores I was beginning to feel those sleepless nights strike back with vengeance. My eyes were getting heavier by each second passing by and the throbbing from my wound wasn't burning anymore. It had a slight sting, but it was easy to ignore.

I sighed deeply as I continued to fight my sleep. It was my birthday and I was in a hospital lying on the floor bleeding. It couldn't get any worse.

I could hear footsteps down the hall. He was getting closer I breathed quietly and brought my knees to chest trying to make myself small as possible. Then I heard the jiggling of the door handle in the next room. I looked around the room to find another escape. There wasn't any. I guess I was wrong. It got worse.

My head connected back to the floor relieving the strain I had on my neck when scoping around the room. Realization fell upon me. Even if it was another door to escape, I wouldn't be able to move anyway. This floor was too comfortable and my body was too tired to dare move another muscle. I was a goner from the moment laid my body on this floor. I should have kept moving.

"Oh Bonnie . . . are you in here?"

I squeezed my eyes shut trying to make myself invisible. I jumped when I heard him banging against the door trying to get in the operating room.

"Bonnie." That voice. "Bonnie." I hated that voice.

He rammed against the door several times until it finally gave in.

"Bon Bon . . ."

Was this it for me?

"Where are you, Bon Bon?"

Was this how I die?

"Bon~nie . . ." He was here.

My eyes peeked open seeing the door from under the hospital bed. I could see Kai's shadow on the white tiled floor. Just one twist of the knob and my life was over.

As if he heard me, the doorknob turned slowly then the creaking of the door opening rung in my ears. I tried to hoist myself up from my lying position but paused once I felt my hand touch something wet and sticky. I looked down to see my hand in a large puddle of my blood. Panic filled me seeing the mess I was creating. I looked down at my wrapped stomach splotched with redness. I didn't even feel the stinging anymore. I felt nothing.

"Bonnie."

My body shook hearing his voice or was it because I was cold? My head unhurriedly lifted towards my tormentor ready for to see his irritating smirk to be on his face. There wasn't a smile. There wasn't a grimace. There was nothing. I couldn't see his face. I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only see shadows, shapes, and the solemn bland colors of the hospital room. My breathing had slowed and all feeling in my body has diminished. A slight smirk pulled against my lips. It made sense now. I was dying. Bonnie Bennett was dying again.

I couldn't help but to chuckle but it came out as a cough. I took a deep intake of breath but regretted it. The air I breathed in tasted stale and rubbed against my throat like sandpaper. The action made me cough madly causing blood to splatter over the white tiled floor.

I swallowed the thick substance and cringed at the warm metallic after taste. "You found me."

He didn't say anything or at least I think he didn't. I couldn't hear anything except the slowing beating of my heart.

It got slower . . .

And slower . . .

And slower . . .

Until suddenly . . .

"Goodbye, Bonnie." Kai whispered in my ear before I felt a blade spread its heat over my chest as I felt my heart being pierced through.

Happy Birthday to me.

XX

Bonnie

. . .

Bonnie

. . .

Bonnie, baby, you have to get up.

. . .

Bonnie, I need you to get up sweetie. It's time to wake up.

Hearing the voice calling out to her, Bonnie stirred awake. Slowly, green gem-like eyes peeked from under her lids. At first, there was nothing but brightness around her. The Bennett witch shielded her sensitive eyes from the blinding light until she felt the stinging ebb away. When she opened her eyes again, her vision was no longer blurry, but clear and what she could clearly see was someone sitting across from her. Someone that was Sheila Bennett.

"Grams?" Bonnie tasted the familiar name and it was sweet to her tongue. "Grams, is that you?"

The elder witch smiled radiantly as she nodded her head. "It's me."

Tears sprung from Bonnie's eyes as she collided herself towards her grandmother. Sheila held her granddaughter tighter than she ever did in her life. The elder witch could feel that Bonnie's spirit was broken soon as she touched her. The elder Bennett witch put all her strength and love into keeping her together. "I got'cha, baby. I got'cha."

Hearing her voice brought on more tears from Bonnie. For the first time in a long time, the young witch felt safe and secure. She felt whole and loved. She felt everything that she has been missing since her Grams died.

Sheila gave Bonnie a pat on the back telling her to sit back. When she did, Bonnie wiped away the left over tears from her face. "H-How are you here? Where am I? What is this place? Where –"

Sheila chuckled. Warmth saturated Bonnie's body hearing the joyous sound. "Slow down, child. One question at a time will suffice."

Bonnie closed her eyes taking in a deep breath calming the raging thoughts in her mind. Managing to calm herself, she was ready to talk. "Where are we?"

"Nowhere." Sheila said simply.

Bonnie blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"We are nowhere."

Bonnie waited for her Grams to say more but the older woman didn't. "What does that mean? What is nowhere? We have to be somewhere to be . . . here, Grams?" Bonnie looked around her seeing everything for the first time. There were in a white space but there weren't any walls. It was just a large white room of nothing. It's not heaven that's for sure.

"It is just what I said, you stubborn girl. It's nowhere." Bonnie sighed. "But you could make it a somewhere."

Bonnie pinched her brow together not understand. Sheila held up her finger telling her to wait. The elder witch closed her eyes briefly before she opened them again. Bonnie opened her mouth to say something but closed it when she noticed the shift around her. She looked behind her and gasped when the white room began to change its form. The white space behind her began to change into familiar cream colored walls, a white love seat and a couch to match with the blended warm colored throw cover over it, paintings strategically placed on the wall, the red and cream floral curtains that she hasn't seen in a year.

Bonnie's mouth slacked as she walked further into the room. She turned around seeing her Grams grinning from ear to ear at her granddaughter's reaction. "Grams . . . are we, are we –?"

"In my living room?" Sheila shrugged her shoulder. "Figuratively speaking, yes."

Bonnie walked past her grandmother and entered into the dining room then led herself into the kitchen. The young witch slid her hands over the granite top counter and over the clay pottery net to the sink.

"Is it as you remembered?"

Bonnie whipped around seeing Sheila leaning again the doorframe. "How is this possible?"

"I never questioned the power at be and neither should you. That's how trouble starts." Her grandmother mildly chided her.

"Yes, ma'am." Bonnie twiddled her fingers trying to find the right words.

Sheila noticed her granddaughter's hesitance. "Spit out, child."

Bonnie sighed letting her fingers dropped by her side. "Am I . . . am I dead, Grams."

Sheila pulled out a chair from the counter to sit in. "That is entirely up to you." She pulled out a chair for Bonnie to sit and she did. "If you want to be technical, yes you are dead." Bonnie bit the inside her cheek as the word, again, replayed repeatedly. Sheila reached across the table to grab Bonnie's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. "Do you remember how you died?"

Bonnie nodded her as she wiped away her tears. "Kai . . . he . . . he –"

"He stabbed you in the heart." Sheila said bluntly. "But if you are being truthful to yourself, you were already dying way before he stabbed you. So, either way, you would have been here sitting in front of me."

"Why does this keep happening to me, Grams?" More tears fell from her eyes. She hated it. She hated she was so broken up. She wasn't this person. "What is it that I'm doing that causes me to be this way? Why does it feel like I am the only one giving so much but in return getting so little?"

"Because you have a big heart, Bonnie. You give so much because you love. You give so much because you are loyal. You give so much because you are a great friend. You give so much because you care."

"So, I have to suffer?"

"No. You can be a great friend. You can be loyal. You can care and love, Bonnie. What you can't do is give so much to some people who don't deserve it."

Bonnie scrunches her face. "Are you saying that my friends don't deserve –"

"I'm saying half of the things you have done for the sake of friendship shouldn't have been done in the first place." Sheila said darkly. "Friendship can be a gift but it also very influential to do something you never imagine doing."

"Grams, they were my choices. It has always been."

"Has it?" The elder asked simply.

Bonnie couldn't believe what her Grams was saying. "Yes. Everything has been my choice."

"With the possible influence."

"What possible influence?"

Without warning, Sheila shot her hands out towards Bonnie startling the young witch. Bonnie toppled over her chair but caught herself. "Grams, what are you . . ." Bonnie paused when something dripped from her nose. Her hand went to her lip and felt the sticky substance. She was bleeding. "What did you do to me?" Bonnie looked up at her grandmother staring at her with cold eyes. "What did you do to me?" She asked again with firmness.

"What did I do?" Sheila scoffed. "I didn't do anything. It's what you did."

Bonnie shook her head. "What are you talking about?"

"How many times have your nose bled by doing magic that you weren't ready for?" The question threw Bonnie into a loop. She was expecting something but not this. "How many times did your nose bleed from pushing yourself to the limit that you weren't suppose to forcefully cross?"

Bonnie felt herself clam up within herself as the memories rushed towards her. "I –" Bonnie clenched her head feeling the throbbing in her head. "What is happening to me?" She whimpered, but Sheila simply ignored her.

"How many times have you experience aching headaches after using those powerful spells. Some were mild but some were agonizingly painful like the one you are feeling now. How many times you had to lie to your friends saying you were okay when you weren't."

"Grams," Bonnie calls out weakly. The next wave she felt the familiar darkness scratch at her core.

"How much did you actually suffer using expression? How much did the darkness tear you apart inside, toyed with your mind, made you become someone you were not? How long did you have to fight to not hurt your friends because you had a twisted voice in your head telling you to do it?" Sheila watched Bonnie holding onto herself as the darkness claimed her. "Look at me."

Bonnie steadily lifted her head showing her inky black eyes and black veins. "Stop . . . please."

"Why should I? You didn't stop." Sheila stood from her seat. "Why didn't you stop yourself, Bonnie? Why didn't you think?" When she didn't get a reply, Sheila twisted her hand. "How did it feel when you died the first time?"

Bonnie snapped her head up looking at her Grams. She shook her head. "Please don't." However, it was too late. Already she could feel the coldness and the heaviness in her dead heart. "Grams . . ."

"Did you ever tell your friends how it felt to be trapped on the Other Side? Sure, you told that Gilbert boy some things but it wasn't all it and you know it." Sheila took a step towards her. "Did you tell them the torture you had to endure from the ancestors? How they punished you over and over again for your disobedience? How they ripped every bit of your happiness you ever felt and warped into this dark void of nothingness. Did you tell them, Bonnie? Did you tell them how much you suffered for them? Or should I say her?"

"No." Bonnie said weakly.

"Why?"

"Because . . ."

"Because of what? Because you wanted to be less of a burden? Because you didn't deserve it? Did you think they wouldn't understand?" Sheila watched Bonnie burying her head in her hands. "Why? Why Bonnie?"

"I don't know."

"You do." Sheila twisted her fingers again. "How did it feel to die again? You kept it from them. They didn't even know that the anchor would be destroyed with the Other Side. Why didn't you say anything, Bonnie? Tell me." When she didn't answer it made the elder witch angrier. "Tell me!"

"I don't know!" Bonnie bellowed finally not able to keep her torment inside any longer. The images in her head were too much. She couldn't understand the one person that loved her as much she love them would inflict so much hurt and cruelty upon her. The young witch didn't understand.

"You do know!" Sheila waved her hand and a cut appeared on Bonnie's arm. Then she waved it again, a bruise appeared on her cheek. Each hand she waved, a scratch, a bruise, a cut would appear. "You know, Bonnie. Tell me." She waved her hand again causing the young witch to yell out in pain feeling her wrist break over again. Bonnie falling out Damon's moving car and landing on her wrist the wrong way reeled in the witch's mind. "Tell me, Bonnie." Another wave and there was the familiar pain of being stabbed in her torso. "Tell me, Bonnie."

Bonnie shook her head. "I don't know."

Sheila didn't bother to speak. She raised her hand for the last time sending another wave towards Bonnie. She watched her granddaughter writher as she once again felt her heart being pierced from the familiar sensation of a dagger running through it. The elder witch blinked back her tears and remained expressionless and unaffected of her granddaughter's suffering through the years. "Tell me." She said once again.

The weeping witch remained on her knees hunched over on the floor holding her hand against her chest. She felt herself break all over again. She was this weak person, this person she knew she wasn't. This person was unrecognizable. This person was not Bonnie Bennett, but a shattered version of herself.

Sheila remained silent waiting patiently. When she was ready to tell Bonnie to get up, said witch opened her mouth to speak and Sheila knew she would get a real answer this time.

Bonnie took a shaky breath trying to remain calm stopping the throbbing of her rapid beating battered heart. "I don't know what else to be." She lifted herself from her knees staring at her grandmother with matching tears of her own. "I don't know who else to be than what I am now. I'm used to being . . . this." She looked down at herself.

Sheila nodded. "So the questions you need to ask yourself are," She stretched out her hand towards Bonnie. "Who is Bonnie Bennett? Who does she want to be? What does she deserve?"

Bonnie stares at Sheila's hand then slowly takes it into her own. The elder witch helped her up. It pained her to see her granddaughter this way but it was necessary. She needed this. "You have to figure yourself out, Bonnie. If you don't, you will destroy yourself more than any enemy can. You already started."

She placed her hands on Bonnie's shoulders. "You are beautiful. You are kind. You are smart. You are loyal. You are loving. You are fair. You are the strongest woman I know, Bonnie. You have always been strong since you were baby. You are resilient and proud. You push on when you know you can do better whether it is with school, magic, friendship, love. You fight, Bonnie. You are a fighter." Sheila squeezed Bonnie shoulders in reassurance and comfort. "You are a Bennett, the blessed one. You are a witch, a protector of balance. That is who Bonnie Adara Bennett is and so much more, but that it won't mean anything if you don't know it yourself."

Bonnie nodded. "I understand."

Sheila stares at her granddaughter for a long while. "How do you feel?" She narrowed her eyes at the young witch.

Bonnie took a breath feeling lighter than she ever felt in her life. "Alive."

The elder witch smiled then pulled Bonnie into her a hug. "Good."

Bonnie buried herself in her Grams' warmth. She didn't feel completely whole but she felt she could continue on. She felt this was the beginning of something but didn't know when or how it was going to happen. All she knew was this it was going to be different. She was going to be different. Bonnie was going to explore who she truly was and what she truly deserved in life. Her mind was racing but her mind, body, and heart were at peace.

Bonnie broke away from Sheila's embrace. "What happens now?"

"Now, you go on to the real world."

Bonnie was about to ask how but her grandmother gave her a pointed look. "Okay, what do I need to do?"

Sheila chuckled as she sat in her original seat. "You learn fast."

"Well, I had a good teacher."

"Very true, but back to your question." She gave Bonnie a wink before she continued. "Someone from the living has been trying bring you back and have succeeded in their search."

Bonnie shook her head. "Wait, what?"

"I'm sure you have perfect hearing, Bonnie. I'm not going to repeat myself like a damn parrot."

"I know, I'm just . . ." Bonnie didn't know what to say. She knew she felt happy that someone was trying their hardest to bring her back and not only that, found a way to get her home. "But how? Without the ascendant –"

"Are we in the prison world?" Sheila interrupted.

"No."

"So why are you bringing up the ascendant?" The elder Bennett questioned.

"I don't know, Grams!" Bonnie left her seat and began to pace. She couldn't keep still. "How else am I supposed to cross over to the living. Damon, Stefan, Elena, and Caroline are vampires. Alaric, Matt, and Jeremy are humans. Tyler is doing something but it is not looking to bring me back. For me to get back, they need a powerful witch or coven. Are you saying they found someone?" Sheila remained silent. "Grams?" Bonnie sat back in her seat when her grandmother remained silent. "It isn't them . . . is it?"

Sheila sighed. "I'm sorry, baby, but no."

Bonnie nodded her head taking everything into stride. She knew it wouldn't be her friends but she did hope. "So, if it isn't them then who is it or who are they?"

"He is your new caretaker."

"He?" Sheila nodded her head. "Well, who the hell is he and how do I know him?" This was not sitting well with the young witch.

"Watch your tongue young lady." The witch said sternly.

Bonnie had the decency to look abashed. "Yes, ma'am." She bit the corner of her lip trying to figure out who would want her back and who was able enough to get a powerful witch or coven on their side to bring her back. None this was making since to the young Bennett witch.

"If you think too hard, your brain will explode."

Bonnie rolled her eyes at her grandmother's joke but it didn't stop the smile on her face from appearing. When she sobered, she sighed rubbing her temples. "Can you at least tell me who he is?"

"No can do. It is a part of the contract."

Bonnie's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "What contract?"

"It is the contract of the caretaker."

"What is a caretaker and what does this contract entails?"

"It is exactly how sounds. It is either someone who is employed or voluntarily willing to look after the person that needs protecting. Their objective is solely to look after you whether is from danger or it is to council you."

"So, in simpler terms, he is my babysitter?"

"Don't think of it that way, Bonnie. Think of it as someone that see potential in you and want to help you grow not only as a witch but as a person."

"How did this man become my caretaker in the first place?" Bonnie questioned.

"He asked me."

Bonnie stopped pacing to stare at her grandmother. "He asked you? That's it?"

"Yes, that's it. He simply asked me to be your caretaker. You happened to be in a predicament that he was willing to get you out of in order to take care of you." She shrugged nonchalantly.

"But why? Why is it so important for him to be my caretaker? Why help me?"

"That I do not know, sweetie. That is something you have to ask him, but I trust him. My trust is not easily given."

"You don't know why he wants to help me, but you trust him." Bonnie shakes her head. "This doesn't seem right, Grams. There is something. It has to be something this person needs me to be alive."

"For what?"

"I don't know." Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh. "A spell maybe?"

Sheila shook her head. "I don't think so. This particular someone would have no problem finding a powerful witch to do his bidding. Think about it, Bonnie. He is bringing you back from the dead. No ordinary witch can do that."

"Okay. Maybe he needs me to do something only a Bennett witch can do that no ordinary witch can."

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that someone wants to look after you simply because they want to?"

"Because everyone always wants something from me, Grams." Bonnie snapped. "No one and I mean no one had ever just come to me just wanting to help me. They always needed something from me. Ever since I became a witch, it has been that way. Even before then. I have always been dependable, Bonnie. Oh, Bonnie will do it. Bonnie will make sure to bring it. Bonnie can take care of it. Just give it to Bonnie, she won't say no."

Sheila gave Bonnie a sad smile. "It's not like that, Bonnie. Not this time."

"How do you know?" Bonnie sits back in her chair across from her grandmother. "How do you know this person is trustworthy?"

"I just know. I wish I can tell you how or why but I can't. I just feel you will be more than you are now." Sheila reached over to hold her cheek and Bonnie leaned more into her warmth. "I just know under this someone's care you will experience new things and you will thrive and blossom into the amazing woman I already know you are."

The young witch stared at her grandmother for a moment longer before she stood from her seat. "I trust you, Grams."

Sheila shook her head standing up as well. "Trust yourself, Bonnie. Do this for you. This is only an option. You can go back to the living and be under the care of your caretaker or you can find peace in the afterlife."

"Will you be here in the afterlife with me?" Bonnie couldn't help but to ask. She has been without her Grams for so long. It didn't feel right to let her go so easily.

"I am always with you, Bonnie. Whether it is here or in the living world, I will always be here. There is no force in the world that could change that."

Bonnie gave her grandmother what she knew would be their last hug. She would have loved to stay with her Grams, but Bonnie wanted to live. She wanted to get her second chance and do it the way she wanted without any influence. This time, she would make a difference. This time, Bonnie was taking care of Bonnie.

"I love you, Bonnie."

"I love you too, Grams."

Bonnie broke away from her Grams. Sheila wiped away her tears and Bonnie did the same to her. Both Bennett women laughed heartily. After Sheila finished drying her granddaughter's tears, she took a step back. "Are you ready?"

Bonnie took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Sheila placed her hand over Bonnie's heart. The elder Bennett nodded her head looking at Bonnie. Already she could see a change in her granddaughter. She was ready. "I am proud you, Bonnie. Always know that I am always proud of you."

Bonnie felt the surge of pride swell in her. "I know."

"Good." And with a hard shove, Sheila pushed Bonnie backwards.

Bonnie took an intake of breath being pushed. Everything around her was going in slow motion. She could see her Grams staring at her as she falls. The world around her that she has known since she was a child had disappeared into the white wall-less space. From the pit of her stomach, she could feel a tight tug pulling her downward to the ground.

Feeling herself being pulled closer to the ground, Bonnie closed her eyes letting herself fall. Soon as she closed her eyes, she could hear her grandmother saying something but not to her.

"Watch over her and take care of my baby. I trust you with her." No one answered her back Sheila voice entered her ears again but this time the message was to her. "You will feel something unexpected while staying with your caretaker, Bonnie. Trust it because that something will need you more than you will ever know. For your sake, trust in your heart."

Before Bonnie could question her Grams' cryptic message, the Bennett witch lost all consciousness.

XX

Warmth.

That was the first thing Bonnie felt was warmth. It was cozy and felt good to her skin. Wanting more of the temperate sensation, she snuggled deeper pressing the left side of her body into the fuzzy cozy surface. She moaned when she felt a trail of the warmth travel up the right side of her neglected arm. The warmth circled around her shoulder then traveled down her arm then briefly on her wrist and fingers.

The feeling on her right side left her completely. The witch grimaced in her sleep missing the sensation. Feeling her discomfort, the warmth came back but this time on her back. The trail made a circular motion then traced patterns on her side. The trail then traced her spine journeying up and down. It continued until it went past her shoulders then finally over her cheek. The sensation lingered on cheek for a spell then dips to her nose and traced her lips.

The steady motion tickled causing Bonnie to shift in her sleep. The warmth on her skin departed and immediately Bonnie felt the cold on her skin. Not wanting to feel the biting cold any longer, Bonnie snuggled deeper into the fuzzy surface she was laying on wanting the pleasant sensation to touch her skin again. She was not disappointed when she felt the warmth encircle her whole body.

Bonnie sighed contently. The warmth began to seep into her skin and dug into bones. A sense of security blanketed over her. It was something she only felt when she was with her Grams. Bonnie ignored the nagging feel in the back of her head telling her to wake up. She wanted to sleep a bit longer wanting the inviting and secure feeling to linger.

That was when she smelled something.

It wasn't bad. It was sweet but not too sweet. There was subtle scent of sweetness and earth with a hint of rain. Bonnie took a deeper whiff. Applewood, she said to herself. She decided she loved the smell. It was calming and pleasing to her nose. Applewood with a hint of earth and rain and . . . and . . . what was that?

Bonnie stretched her neck trying press herself into the surface trying to figure what was the unknown scent that caught her attention. She knew she smelled it before, but couldn't remember where.

Bonnie pressed her neck against the surfaced and was surprised how incredibly soft but firm it was. Bonnie pressed body further into it. Whatever it was, it was getting hot and it sent vibrations to her skin. Ignoring her new findings, she decides to continue to figure out the familiar smell. It got stronger as she voyaged upward. It was . . . it was. . . .

Soap, the voice in Bonnie's head shouted. Irish Spring.

The mentioning of the soap caused Bonnie's eyes to snap open. She faced with something grey and soft.

It's a shirt. A buttoned shirt.

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. Her eyes toured upward until she had gotten to collar of the grey shirt where she met with a patch of skin. The calm and secure feeling she had moments ago vanished.

Bonnie continues to look up until she met with honey blondish stubble on their chin. I was with a man? I was with a man. Bonnie went to stretch her leg out but felt they were trapped. The witch's heart pounded against her ribs as she saw their stubble covered their cheeks and upper lip. Bonnie eyes lowered until they landed on the man's pink lips. What bothered her was the fact the two fleshy parts stretched into a smug smirk.

Green orbs cast their sight on the stranger's slightly pointed nose then the deepest crescent dimples she ever seen. The feeling of dread pulled at Bonnie's heartstrings.

No, she shouted in her mind. Grams, wouldn't – She couldn't have – Not him!

Not able to stop herself, Bonnie fully looks up and saw a pair of cerulean blue eyes staring down at her gleaming with mirth that she has seen plenty of times before and like those other times, she wanted to claw them out.

"Bonnie Bennett." The way he said her name made her shiver. His thick British accent was dripping with amusement and promise. It was a promise that she knew was not going to benefit her. What the hell was her Grams thinking when she made this deal?

"Klaus." It was meant to sound threatening but the witch wasn't over her shock still. Klaus Mikaelson is my caretaker? Bonnie was pissed. This had to be some sick joke.

"Had I have known you were going to drop in, I would have been more prepared."

She pinched my face in confusion. To answer her unspoken question, Klaus point up. Bonnie followed his hand and she gasped at the sight. Above her was a small adult human sized rip in the silk canopy curtain. Did I fall through the ceiling? The witch couldn't believe what she was seeing. How? How did I –

"Not to sound ungrateful, love. Even though I do love sharing my bed with beautiful women, I would remember such invitation, to a Bennett witch at that."

The young witch remained frozen beside Klaus' hovering frame not able to speak. Her mind was buzzing with disbelief and questions. She couldn't comprehend the true horror of this situation, Her Grams entrusted Satan himself, Niklaus Mikaelson, to be her caretaker? Her Grams trusted him to take care of her? How did this happen?

Seeing that he wasn't going to get a answer, the hybrid flip himself fully on top of Bonnie causing her to yelp from the quick motion. Startled, the witch blinked confused over what just happened. When she was settled, she made a move to get up but Klaus kept his weight on Bonnie and caged her in with his arms blocking her way. At this moment, the witch wished she had her magic. If she did, she would had fried to hybrid's brain by now.

Bonnie hurriedly pressed her hand against his chest trying to withdraw from being any closer than she already has to be. Klaus didn't mind it at all. In fact, he found her attempt to keep him away amusing.

"So, tell me, Miss Bennett," Klaus leaned in closer over Bonnie until their noses almost touch. "How does little red riding hood sneaks in the big bad wolf's bed?"

Bonnie ignored Klaus' question and spoke the words echoing her head. "This is the worst birthday ever."

Meanwhile at the Salvatore boardinghouse, Damon Salvatore was placing Bonnie's favorite cupcakes on the table next to a birthday cake and alcohol beverages he left out for the little party the group planned, with the absence of Jeremy who was against the idea. The vampire stared down where the cream cheese icing over the red velvet dessert but he was really looking at it. He eyes were heavily trained on the opened one of the many Gemini Coven's grimoires he took from Papa Parkers house in Portland. Ever since he found Mrs. Cuddle, Damon had hope that he could get his judgy back. Things have been getting in the way since Kai popped out of nowhere three days ago. He tortured Elena but the Scooby Doo gang was able to get her back. Now, Kai was in hiding but the dark haired vampire didn't care about the whereabouts of the little weasel. He had his judgy best friend to save.

Damon took a break from reading the old grimoire and let his mind wander. He missed the stubborn annoying judgmental witch and he was going to get her back and kill Kai.

His eyes landed on Bonnie's favorite tasty treat and let a small smile tug at his lips. "Happy Birthday, Bon Bon."

A/N: So there is no confusion about Bonnie with Grams, I wanted Bonnie to fully break. I wanted her at her weakest and I wanted her to openly admit that how she was treated by her friends and importantly herself is not okay. Sure, she says it in her head, but she never said it outloud for herself to hear and the only person that actually can get thatout of her is Grams. Grams loves Bonnie and I believe she was THE only one that had Bonnie's wellbeing at interest. What Sheila did to Bonnie was not to torture her but to say "Hey look what you did to yourself." Bonnie was telling Grams to stop, but it already been done because Bonnie already did to herself. All Sheila did was brought the memories back and made her feel everything she done in each season but all at once. This was the only way to truly break Bonnie down and admit that this is not what she wants to continually do all her life. Now that she is literally hit rock bottom, Bonnie has no choice but to build herself up again and she is going to do it with this second chance with the help of her caretaker.

So that's that. Whew. This was a struggling chapter to write but I loved every second of it. Plus, it's Klonnie! After watching the last episode to TVD (which I said I wasn't going to watch but my curiosity got the best of me) I was disappointed. I was disappointed with season period with the exception of some episode. I mean Elena is now tied to Bonnie and she has to die for Elena to wake up? Bah! But what totally was bothersome to me was that I totally wanted to see Kai vs Bonnie. Like a real showdown. Perfect opportunity blown. And Kai's sucky death? Seriously? So screw the season finale, I'm getting my Kai vs Bonnie and it will be the Originals at her side and Klonnie all at once.

Now onwards to Mrs. Mikaelson :)