"Eden Lost"

When Stefan provokes Bonnie into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Bonnie must decide between destroying or saving the Ripper. After she makes her choice, battle lines are drawn in the sand, and she finds herself facing unspeakable evil. Will Bonnie be the Salvatore brothers savior, or will they become her downfall..."

AN: Hey y'all! I decided to write a new story and I really hope you guys enjoy it. It takes place during episode 8x9 (The simple intimacy of the near touch) I did the editing myself so it may be a little rough. Feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think.

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"Would you care for a glass of champagne, miss?" a waiter with dull blue eyes asked a young woman standing alone in a corner wearing a hunter green dress and a sad smile.

Bonnie smiled appreciatively as she plucked one of the flutes of expensive champagne sitting on a polished silver tray. Nodding slightly, the weary waiter scurried away to provide service to other women desperately in need of a drink. Bonnie silently observed the throng of women going to and fro filled with nervous energy and sporting excited smiles. The Miss Mystic Falls pageant was something that every young woman in that cursed town dreamed of attending, but Bonnie couldn't help but feel like she didn't belong. She was use to being behind the scenes and showering Caroline and Elena with praises as they prepared to take center stage. She was use to every pair of eyes being drawn to the blonde and to the brunette and she was use to feeling invisible, only this time was different. Bonnie felt that she was being watched closely and whoever was stalking her had sinister motives. The mere thought caused chills to dance down her spine and she took a healthy gulp of her champagne.

Moving deeper into the sprawling mansion, Bonnie slowly became lost in her thoughts. Despite the fact that she was attending an joyous event, she had a sense of dread that warned her that something terrible was going to happen. Okay who was she kidding? Something definitely was going to go wrong. After all, this was a party taking place within the supernatural borders of Mystic Falls. Bonnie secretly envied the giggling young women and they smitten young men who danced around each other completely oblivious of the danger that surrounded them. You would think that with all the bodies that had dropped over the past years during community get togethers, there wouldn't be any people left to celebrate the town's old fashioned traditions.

Not liking the dark direction that her thoughts was beginning to take, Bonnie shoved the negativity to the back of her mind before climbing the steps leading to the second floor where it was more isolated and quiet. Making her way into one of the dressing rooms, she closed the door and lowered herself into a chair. Inhaling sharply, she struggled to fight back the tears that were burning the corners of her olive green eyes.

I can not wear this if it is anything more than the promise of my love for you

Subconsciously, her fingers slowly made their way to her neck where Enzo's blood necklace had rested moments earlier. It had pained her to crush Enzo's hope of them being together forever, but what other choice did she have? Turning meant that she would be seperated from her ancestors once she had finally died. Turning meant that she would never have a connection to her magic ever again. Turning meant that there was a chance that Elena would never wake up from her magical coma. Thinking about everything she wanted but would never have made her sadness flare from deep inside of her. Not wanting to burst into tears, she tossed back the last remaining liquid in her glass before wincing as it slightly burned it's way down her throat.

"I see that someone has taken up Damon's drinking habits."

The champagne glass that Bonnie was clutching in her hand shattered and she felt her blood run cold as she lifted her head to see Stefan standing in the threshold of the room. He was smirking at her with his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his head tilted ever so slightly to the left. His carmel hair was styled perfectly, his suit was fitted like he was born into it and his grayish green eyes flittered with both malice and mischief.

"Stefan." Bonnie stood up so fast that her chair fell backwards and clattered against the floor.

"Relax," he murmured as he took a step into the room after shutting the door securely behind him. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm just here to have a little chat."

"We have nothing to talk about," she said coldly as they circled one another.

"Your hand is bleeding," he said nonchalantly as he watched the blood slowly trickle down four of her fingers and drip into a small pool on the floor by her feet.

Bonnie swallowed with great difficulty as she quickly placed her hand behind her back. It was bad enough that she was standing face to face with a vampire who was no longer attached to his humanity. What made it worse was that she was bleeding and the Ripper was known for doing horrific things to people when he was fully overwhelmed by his blood addiction.

"I'm fine," she lied nervously as she continued to back away from him until she felt her back hit a wall. The truth was that the glass that she had unintentionally shattered had cut a wound deep in the middle of her palm and left her hand stinging and throbbing with pain.

Stefan studied her silently before walking across the room and capturing her injured hand in his grasp. He could hear her breath catch in her throat as he bought the palm of her hand closer to his face so he could observe the bloodied wound. The cut wasn't deep enough where she would require stitches, but it wasn't exactly superficial. As the scent of her blood became stronger, Stefan felt his stomach turn and his mouth begin to water. His gums begin to itch as his fangs were desperate to come out and latch onto the former witch so he could bleed her dry. Bonnie must have noticed the demented look on his face because his ears detected Bonnie's breathing become shallow. Tightening his grip on her hand, he rubbed his thumb against the wound before bringing sticking it in his mouth. Closing his eyes, a sinister smile crossed his lips as he moaned in delight. Bonnie shifted nervously as she saw the veins around his eyes become transparent and his face darkened with hunger and malice.

The sight of her blood on Stefan's lip was enough to make Bonnie swoon, but she forced her face to remain neutral.

"Let me go, Stefan," growled quietly as she tried to snatch her hand out of his.

Seconds later, Stefan's eyes snapped open and he glowered at her with a slight tick in his jaw. Using his free hand, he reached inside of the breast pocket inside of his jacket and removed a handkerchief. He didn't miss the flash of surprise that crossed Bonnie's face as he pressed the cloth firmly against her wound causing her to hiss in discomfort.

"What's wrong, Bennett?" he asked amused, as he used his handkerchief to clear her small palm from the blood and glass gathered in the wound, "Did you think I would bleed you dry?"

"The thought did cross my mind," she mumbled unable to meet his piercing gaze.

A blanket of silence fell over the room and the only sound that Stefan could hear was the violent beating of Bonnie's heart against her ribcage.

"So I couldn't help but notice that you left a rather dejected looking Enzo on the dance floor. Trouble in paradise?" he asked curiously as he continued to tend to her wound.

Bonnie flinched noticeably as she she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. "You were watching me."

The corner of Stefan's lips 'turned up lightly."Don't flatter yourself, Bennett. I was watching everyone. I saw you give Enzo back his necklace. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging you. I think it's rather tacky to wear blood as jewelry. What I don't understand is why you gave it back. I thought you and that second rate version of my brother was happy."

"It's none of your business," she snapped feeling the back of her neck grow hot.

"Is that anyway to treat someone who is showing you mercy?" he asked with faux disappointment in his deceitful smile.

Bonnie bristled feeling annoyed.

"Why are you so interested in my love life? Shouldn't you be downstairs being Cybil's little bitch?" Bonnie snarled, "Or is it Cade's turn this week?"

Stefan slowly lifted his head and leveled Bonnie with a look that was both cold and terrifying. The veins around his eyes became transparent, his eyes shifted to a scary shade of onyx and his fangs became exposed. The atmosphere between them was thick and filled with danger and palpable tension. Before she could have a moment to regret her reckless words, the volatile vampire used his supernatural agility to grab her by the neck before slamming her back against the door. Bonnie felt her head swim from the sudden unexpected relocation of her body. Stefan grinned, and she was both repulsed and in awe at how positively sinister and attractive he was in that moment. He was toying with her, and she knew he was fickle enough to end her life if he felt the urge to lash out violently. The first vampire to save her life from a monster was now the monster who was going to probably end her life. The irony was funny, but cruel. The seething vampire used his thumb to apply rough pressure to the wound making Bonnie whimper in pain. Stefan bit down on his bottom lip softly. "Careful, Bonnie. I might forget that you are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, and I may just find myself making you my bitch."

The silence between became so thick with tension that Bonnie swore that she could taste the danger in the air. Smiling wolfishly, Stefan moved even closer, if that was possible, to Bonnie causing his face to hover inches away from her. There was a time years ago when Bonnie would have blushed at the thought of Stefan being this close to her and his mere presence would have made butterflies flutter inside of her stomach. Now his closeness was only making her feel slightly nauseated from the fear that was currently paralyzing her.

"I'm not scared of you, Stefan. I'm not scared of your creepy threats and I'm not scared to die, so if you are going to kill me, stop with all the theatrics and get it over with," she snapped irritated.

Stefan stared at her silently. Without warning, He vamped out flashing his fangs and staring down at her murderously with his finger nails sinking deeply into her skin causing her to moan in discomfort. When it was clear that she wasn't going to back down, his face returned to normal and he broke out in deep and genuine laughter.

"I had no idea how fun you could be Bonnie," he smirked releasing her throat from his hand and taking several steps back.

"You are lucky that I don't have my magic," she growled, her olive green eyes flashing in defiance.

Stefan arched an carmel eyebrow as his eyes lingered briefly on Bonnie's trembling lips. He could hear every beat of her heart, smell the sweat on her skin and taste the fear radiating off her small petite frame in waves. It would be so easy for him to bury his fangs into the side of her neck and drain her life force out of her, but the sensible part of him fought to keep the animal inside of him at bay. There was a purpose and a reason behind his madness. His purpose was to rid Elena from the Earth. His reason was to make his brother suffer miserably and if that meant using his best friend as a bargaining chip to get what he wanted, Stefan was more than happy to do so.

Flashing his most trusting smile, Stefan suddenly lowered himself on his haunches before staring at her dress with a look of deep concentration on his face.

Taking a couple of steps backwards, Bonnie stared down at him confused. "What are you doing?"

Without any warning, Stefan grabbed the hem of her dress before ripping it violently and snatching a piece of fabric between his fingers, leaving her right leg and most of her upper thigh and a flash of her green laced panties exposed to the naked eye.

Bonnie stared at him bugged eyes and her mouth open resembling a fish out of water. "What the hell is your problem? I just bought this dress."

"I needed something to bandage your hand with. I didn't think you were the type to place your vanity before you own wellbeing." He shrugged nonchalantly as he rose to his feet and smirked at her, "Besides, this cheap fabric is easily replaceable at your local strip mall."

Bonnie opened her mouth to protest, but realized at the last moment that it wasn't worth it to engage the unstable vampire in a petty squabble about fashion. Swallowing nervously, her eyes darted to and fro wondering how quick she could escape the room without being eaten alive.

"You are a liar, Bonnie Bennett," he said softly.

Bonnie blinked stunned.

"Excuse me?" she exclaimed indignantly.

"You said that you are not afraid of me, but that's not true. You are afraid that I just playing nice in order to lure you into a false sense of security before I turn on you and kill you," he stated matter of factly.

Bonnie swallowed as she stared at him nervously. "Well you did just literally threatened me a few seconds ago."

The vampire lifted his head and stared at her curiously.

"I could have easily drained you dry and leave my pathetic brother and Caroline to mourn over your young and tender corpse," Stefan mused aloud as his finger tips flirted lightly with her right clavicle, "But where is the fun in that."

Bonnie scoffed rudely. "Of course you would find destroying another person...fun."

"You sound so judgemental, Bennett. If it makes you feel any better, I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted you to," he sighed dramatically, "Cade has forbidden it."

This news stunned Bonnie and she felt mind racing with several different questions. Why would Cade forbid Stefan to hurt her? How did Cade know who she was? Was Cade acting to protect or was his plans something far more darker and nefarious?

Almost as if he had been reading her mind, Stefan laughed amused before pressing his index finger against her plushed lips."You think too much, Bonnie. All will be revealed in due time. For now, just relax and know that you aren't in any danger...for now," he assured before tying a graceful bow over her wound with the fabric he had ripped from her dress. "There. All done."

"Thanks...I guess," she mumbled withdrawing her hand from his.

After the tension became palpable and unbearable, Bonnie cleared her throat nervously, " If Cade doesn't want to hurt me, why are you here? What is it that you want?"

"I want a lot of things, Bonnie. I want for my brother to free himself from the emotional leash that is clutched by his handler known as Elena. I want to go on the road and kill and bleed people dry until my undead heart's content, but I realized that I can't have either of those things and that's where you come in." Stefan's smile was deadly and cold and caused Bonnie's mouth to grow dry.

Bonnie fidgeted anxiously as she forced herself not to scream for help. Instead she figured it was best to entertain Stefan's psychotic delusions and silently pray that Enzo and Caroline would notice that she was missing and come look for her.

"Why do you hate Damon so much?" she asked softly as she stared up at Stefan with her head tilted slightly as if she was studying him, "I understand that Damon is a deeply flawed person who has questionable morals and a very shady past, but he has been trying to find redemption and he is the only family that you have left, Stefan. Despite everything that he has ever done, Damon is your brother. Damon is-"

"Damon is pathetic," Stefan interrupted bitterly as he slowly closed between him and the frightened witch, "First he anchored his undead heart and feelings to Katherine only to find out she never really gave a damn about him, and instead of hating Katherine for the bitch that she is, he decides to resent me because to Damon only one thing matters in this world and that's having everything that I had first. That's why he went after Elena. Damon only exist because he needs a woman to validate his worth. As long as he cling to his hope and his love for Elena, he will never be free, and what kind of brother would I be to continue to allow him to be controlled by his love for Elena?"

A jealous brother who can't seem to let go of the past, Bonnie wanted to say, but forced a smile instead.

Bonnie bit her lip softly as she realized she was wallowing in dangerous waters, but she decided to push forward anyways. Taking a deep breath and setting her spine straight, she lifted her gaze and stared the seething vampire directly in his grayish green eyes.

"Damon is never going to be the brother you want him to be. No matter how much you brood about it, or even try to force him to change, he won't. Damon is Damon. Elena couldn't change him and he loves her more than anything in this world. What makes you think you, the brother he promised an eternity of misery too, will change him? You can't. You won't," Bonnie said honestly.

For a moment Bonnie saw a flicker of something that suspiciously look like hurt flash across Stefan's face, but when she blinked it was gone and Stefan was glaring at her with his fist clenched at his sides and his teeth bared.

"It looks like I struck a nerve, and I'm sorry but someone needs to tell you the truth. You will never get what you want. Who exactly do you want him to be, Stefan? Would you prefer that he was more like you? A soulless vampire with a blood addiction who gets off by murdering innocent people and leaving tragedy and chaos in his wake?" Bonnie asked evenly, "Would you prefer that he was a monster like you?"

"You really should watch your tongue, Bonnie. You may be under Cade's protection, but he never said anything about taping one your delicate little veins," Stefan warned hotly.

"Wait. You just told me that Cade said that I was to remain unharmed," Bonnie insisted. Wait, was she really expecting a psychotic blood thirsty vampire to be a man of his word?

"Yes, but feeding from someone isn't always harmful," he smirked, flashing his fangs briefly, "Not when I do it anyways."

"Don't play coy, Stefan. I have heard horror stories of what you have done during your blood lust. It always ends painfully," she said suspiciously.

Stefan laughed softly before walking across the room and stopped in front of the window, standing with his back faced towards her.

"I could make it hurt," he murmured with a soft tenderness in his voice as he turned to face her with a look of menace on his face, "I could rip your throat out and bleed you dry until you are nothing but a pretty corpse. I could also sink my fangs into your beautiful flesh and make your blood weep with joy from the agony of the loss of your very essence."

Bonnie shivered and turned to walk towards the entrance of the room when she found Stefan blocking her path with a dark smile on his handsome face.

"Going somewhere, little witch?" he asked lazily.

"If you are going to hurt me, fine, but I'm not going to stand here and just let you do it without a fight." Whirling around her heels, Bonnie released a scream for help and lunged for the door handle when Stefan abruptly grabbed her around her waist with one arm while using his free hand to cover her mouth muffling her cries. She shuddered in fear as she felt his hot breath against her neck and she squeezed her eyes shut as she waited for him to plunge his fangs deep into her neck before sucking her dry. The terror that she felt was so intense, that it caused Bonnie's to buckle and she nearly passed out.

"Relax, Bennett," Stefan murmured as his fangs slowly emerged causing Bonnie's blood to run cold, "I don't plan taking a single drop of your blood. You are going to take a couple of drops of mine."

Stefan grinned as he watch the look of realization and horror flicker across her face.

Without any preamble or warning, Stefan bit into his wrist and as he gripped the back of her neck, he forced his wrist inside of her mouth and held her firmly as blood flowed plentiful past her lips and into her system. When her eyes began to get droopy and her knees began to buckle, Stefan reluctantly ripped his wrist away and stared at her amused.

Bonnie wiped her wet mouth with the back of a very shaky hand before glaring at him confused and highly pissed off.

"You really are a monster," she mumbled choking back tears and bile building in the back of her throat coated with his thick blood.

Stefan smiled darkly. "Don't be so dramatic, Bonnie. I was just trying to prove a point. You see, I could be someone who can help you," he murmured as he stared down at her injured hand, "Or I could be someone who could hurt you in ways that you never dreamed were possible."

"Why are you doing this?" she managed to squeak when she had finally swallowed the lump that had been forming inside of her throat, "We both know that Damon would never give on loving Elena, so what do you hope to accomplish with this twisted and sick plan of yours?"

Stefan rolled his eyes before toying with a loose strand of her chestnut brown hair lazily.

"Come on, Bennett. You are suppose to be the smart one in our little supernatural gang," Stefan sighed annoyed as he continued his pacing, "Damon can't be the brother he was meant to be. Why? Because of Elena. You can't spend eternity with the man you love? Why? Elena." Stefan stopped strolling around the room and came to a stop near a mirror where he met Bonnie's eyes in the reflection, "Wouldn't life be so easy if we simply eliminated the source of all of our troubles?"

"You can't be serious," Bonnie whispered in horror.

Stefan laughed before rolling his eyes.

"I'm as serious as a fang in an arterial vein," he said narrowing his grayish blue eyes, "Elena is nothing more than a constant reminder of pain and misery. She is like a cancerous limb that needs to be removed in order for the body as a whole to thrive and survive."

"Elena is our friend, she is the woman that you and Damon loved," Bonnie protested.

"She is poison," Stefan exploded, his eyes glowing with rage, "God, you are pathetic and I never thought I would say this, but you are worse than Damon. You will worship at the altar of Elena because you think that what loyalty and devotion calls you to do so, but the truth is that you don't have to. You have already given up so much for her to ensure that she was safe and sound, but think about everything that you had to sacrifice in her name?" he growled as he moved closer to her, "We can all have what we want if we just let Elena go. Believe it or not I'm doing all of this so that you and I both can be free from her."

Bonnie smiled up at him sadly. "The thing that you don't understand is that I don't want to be free of Elena, Stefan. She is my friend. Her sacrifice is the reason why I'm alive today. You don't just give up on people. Not when they have given up so much for you."

"What about everything that you have given up for her?" he inquired quietly as he stared at her like she was some puzzle that he was trying to solve, "What about the people that you loved and lost? If Elena had never allowed Damon and I to remain her lives, your grams would probably still be alive, your mother wouldn't be a vampire and you would have never have risked angering your dead ancestors just so that you could bring her brother back to life. Elena had many chances to chose you, her best friend, as her top priority. She never did though. She chose me and then she chose Damon. Whether you want to admit it or not, you were always an afterthought."

His words hit her like a stinging slap to the face, and Bonnie had to turn away from him to avoid him seeing the pain that his callous words had caused. A part of her knew that while Stefan was intentionally twisting her history and her relationship with Elena, there was a part of him that was telling the brutal truth. Bonnie had never hesitated when it came to making sacrifices for Elena, but Elena had always put her love for Stefan and Damon above everything and everyone else, including her. The doppelganger had been so focused on saving the brother's from themselves, that she had made her family and friends collateral damage while attempting to find Damon and Stefan the redemption that she believed that they deserved. While Bonnie had sometimes question Elena's motives and choices in life, she had blindly supported her. Eventually Bonnie her grown to resent her for those life changing decisions that had affected her life.

Swallowing back the lump forming in her throat, Bonnie whirled around and faced him with her hands planted firmly on her hips. "At least I knew who Elena was and at the end of the day she loved me just as much as I loved her. Despite everything that she and I went through, we were friends. You can stand there and judge Elena all you want, but at least she cared about me. All you ever did was come around when you needed me for my magic. You used me, threatened me, and you always chose her over everything else. You are right about thing. I was always an afterthought. You made sure of that whenever you would exploit my love for Elena and leave me behind to pick up the pieces after the destruction and chaos. You may hate Elena, but I think that deep down, you only hate her because you know that you are just like her."

Stefan's right eye twitched slightly as his face darkened with anger.

"You find me so reprehensible and hold so much resentment towards me, but you easily forgive Damon. Even after the fact that he nearly tore your throat out that fateful night in the woods," he reminded smirking with his arms folded across his chest, "Tell me, Bennett. Why do you allow Damon a place in your heart, while I'm left out in the cold?"

"Damon showed me that he was worth forgiving," Bonnie explained softly as a a brief flash of tenderness flashed across her pretty face, "He made amends for his past mistakes and he and I eventually grew to care about each other. He let me in and allowed me to see who he truly was. You never let me in. You never even tried to to atone for the sins you committed against me."

"That's because I knew that allowing you to get close to me would mean dragging you into the darkness, and I couldn't do that to you. How could I ask you to forgive me for the things I have done to you when I have never forgiven myself," he whispered bitterly, "I knew that if you ever saw who I truly was...you would hate me."

"You showed Caroline who you were and she loved you in spite of your checkered past," Bonnie protested tearfully, "When you let down your mask and showed your real face to her, you trusted her."

"Caroline was already a vampire, Bonnie. She was already corrupted. She was already touched by darkness. I couldn't do the same to you. I couldn't let you be dragged down by my demons. I kept my distance from you because you were the last person that I wanted to destroy," he confessed hoarsely.

" You trusted Damon, Elena, and Lexi," she said angrily as she ticked off each name on one of her fingers, "Hell you trusted Klaus at one point but you never trusted me."

Stefan clenched his teeth in anger

"You never trusted me," he exploded frustrated, his grayish green eyes glittering with unbridled rage.

"You never given me a reason to," she cried frustrated.

Without any warning, Stefan flashed in front of her, grabbing her by the shoulders before slamming her back against the wall nearly knocking the air out of Bonnie's lungs. Leaning towards her, the vampire pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. "You want a reason? How about the fact that I fed you my blood but didn't snap your neck? How about the fact that I haven't decorated this lovely room with your guts and flesh? Why do you think that you are still breathing even as we speak?"

His seemingly innocent questions caused chills to dance down Bonnie's spine.

"The reason why I am not dead is because you plan on using me to get to Damon and once you get what you want, you are going to rip me to shreds," she replied unhappily as she stared him straight in the eye.

Stefan chuckled darkly as he stared down at the distressed young witch feeling a twinge of remorse as he released her. "I don't want to hurt you, Bonnie. I hate that you had to get caught between me and Damon's issues, but as long as you do exactly what I say, you will walk away from all of this unharmed."

"You don't have to do this, Stefan. Despite everything that you have said and done, I can clearly see that there is still some good inside of you," Bonnie said gently, "You don't have to keep working with Cade."

"Maybe Cade is just giving me the space and opportunity to embrace the monster that I was always meant to be," Stefan said, his quiet voice heavy with self loathing as he stared out of the window with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, "After everything that I have done in my life, I deserve to be in hell."

Bonnie sighed frustrated and planted her hands on her hips.

"You don't have to just accept this as your new life, Stefan. You don't have to give up. You can fight back. You just have to want to be saved," she protested.

"I'm not capable of being saved, Bonnie," Stefan whispered bitterly as he slowly turned to face her, "Not this time."

"If you think that for a single second that I'm going to give up on you, you have another thing coming," she growled tearfully, "When Enzo and Damon were gone, you were there for me. When I lost all hope of ever seeing them again, you gave me a reason to have faith. You taught me that friends don't give up on one another and that is why I am never going to give up on you."

Stefan stared down at her with a haunted look in his grayish blue eyes. "Why? Why do you care so much about what happens to me?"

Before she could answer, the door flew open and Damon breezed in with a cocky smirk on his face and a metal ball in his hands. Bonnie couldn't help but notice that there was blood and a few strands of matted hair on the object and she shuddered in horror not wanting to think about how Damon managed to secure the weapon. Seeing Stefan and Bonnie together caused a look of surprise and confusion to flash across the handsome vampire's pale face.

"Bonnie, are you okay?" he asked, his voice very soft and dangerous.

Bonnie forced a smile. Stefan had just fed her his blood and she was trying to convince him not to skip his psychotic ass over the cliff into the sea of darkness. Was she okay? Not even close.

"I'm fine," she lied, "I was just on my way to find Enzo."

She moved to exit the room when Stefan hand flew out and grabbed her wrist holding her firmly in place.

"Let her go, Stefan," Damon snarled, with murder in his pale blue eyes.

"Bonnie and I weren't finished talking," he said tersely.

Before he could finish talking, Damon had sped across the room and grabbed Stefan by the lapels of his suit and slammed him against the wall. The force was so violent that it left a deep crack in the drywall.

Stefan snapped a hanger in half before jamming it into Damon's gut causing him to roar in pain as he fell to his knees. Smiling victoriously, Stefan casually made his way back to where Bonnie was standing with her mouth hanging open watching the entire scene unfold like a terrible horror movie.

"I guess we will have to finish our conversation at a later date," he whispered seductively before using the pad of his thumb to stroke away the blood that was lingering on her bottom lip.

"Stefan, I'm warning you," Damon moaned in pain as he tried to make his way to his feet, "Don't you touch her."

Stefan's brow knitted together in confusion.

"Who is going to stop me?" Stefan asked innocently as he reached down and gently captured her chin between his index finger and thumb.

Bonnie blinked confused and before she knew what was happening Stefan's mouth was sealed on top of hers and he was kissing her. For a brief moment, Bonnie could have sworn that her heart stopped beating. The kiss wasn't sweet nor was it romantic. It was rough and punishing. When she felt his cool tongue sweep inside of her mouth, a startled moan escaped her lips and as much as she wanted to snatch away from him, her body was ignoring all of the frantic commands that her mind was shooting through her neurons. As he boldly deepened the kiss, something akin to fire began to surge through her veins causing her knees buckle. She felt his heavy hands rest on her hips and his nails sank deep into the fabric covering her delicate flesh. The flash of pain jolted her out of her shock and she quickly came crashing back to reality. Bracing her hands on his chest, she pushed away from him and glared at him with anger and indignation flashing in her pale green eyes. Stefan laughed quietly before licking his lips deliberately, "See you soon, Bennett."

Before Bonnie could catch her breath, Stefan had disappeared.

AN Okay, in case there was any confusion, the Stefan in this story has a shortage in his humanity switch which means sometimes it's on and sometimes it's off which makes him have this borderline personality disorder. This is going to be a very slow burn which means that the main pairing (for now) is Bonnie and Enzo, but they are NOT the endgame. Also, this will explore the complicated relationship between Bamon and the strained friendship of Stefonnie. I already know who she is going to end up with, but I am going to keep that little secret under lock and key. Also, this will not be canon.