Title: Sacred Geometry

Author: Sky Samuelle

Characters: Bonnie and Damon-centric, but Katherine, Jeremy, Elena and Stefan will be nearly as heavily featured. This is probably as close to an ensemble fic as I'll ever get.

Pairings: Bonnie/Damon, Stefan/Elena, Jeremy/Anna

Rating: Mature

Timeline: Post 1.22

Summary: Mystic Falls will never be the same again after Founders' Day. Not with Katherine and Jeremy allying to resurrect Anna and Pearl. Not with Stefan and Elena on the receiving end of Katherine's sick games. And Bonnie and Damon? Well, they are stuck at the epicenter of everything.

PROLOGUE

When Jeremy comes awake, his body feels very heavy and nearly numb. The first thing that hits him is the rush of intense and distinctive scents reaching his nostrils, all mingling together without truly blending in. It's startling, but he keeps his eyes closed, savoring the novelty.

There's something soft, pliant and almost warm pressed against the length of his body, female curves fitting against the angles of his frame. As long as he keeps his eyelids clenched shut, he can pretend it's Anna.

His very blood screams for her now, but deep down he knows the craving will remain unsatisfied. She's lost, gone the same way everyone else who ever mattered to him is, and something in him remembers the loss, even while his senses are befuddled and his memory in jumbles.

A nose smoothes down long the curve of his throat, inhaling deeply. "There's nothing like the smell of a transitioning human. So sweet."

The voice is familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, it makes his limbs jerk but an unyielding force pins him down, under her…

"Elena?"

He asks, his eyes wide and horrified, his skin crawling as her thumb runs over the outline of his bottom lip suggestively. "No"-the girl smirks, her eyes flashing ink black as a slight smirk pulls the corner of her mouth. It's a predatory expression. She is playing with him and enjoying his discomfort, immensely.

"Katherine," Jeremy corrects himself, making sense of what he had learnt from both Anna and his sister's diary. Her eyes return to their human-like brown but somehow there's nothing human behind them. Only a cutting hardness that makes her very different from Elena, alien from everything else Jeremy has ever known.

"Good boy." The vampire nods, her features melting into a mask of superior complacency, releasing him and slowly stretching languidly into a sitting position on the edge of his bed. No, not his bed. This is not his room; it's not his house.

"Where am I?"

"Safe." it's the only reply he receives. Katherine grabs the small plastic bottle of blood on the floor, uncaps it without deigning him a glance and makes a show of breathing in the scent with a pleased hum.

Then she hands it to him.

"I'll teach you to hunt, but this will need to do for now. Welcome to your first meal."

"What is it?"

It smells so very good, like something that a part of him has been secretly craving for very long. But he remembers enough of the stories to be wary.

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head like she thinks he's being cute. Or stupid. "O negative. Human. Warm enough to make your mouth water."

Her tone is a seductive singsong that tugs at some deep emotion inside him. Hunger. Disgust. Jeremy can't really tell the difference anymore.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone." He says absently, as his hands reach out for the bottle.

"Of course you won't " Katherine shrugs, but the darkness burning behind her gaze belies the meaning of her words.

He drinks, greedily, desperate to not think of what he is doing. It's too late to back down now. He doesn't even want to.

When he's through, everything feels wonderful. On the surface at least, because he still feels empty inside. The difference is, he now can choose to not care. To focus on the best high he has ever experienced.

Jeremy cleans the blood off his lips with the back of his hand, eagerly licks the stain before his eyes meet Katherine's once more.

She looks so damn smug.

"What do you want with me?"

His hostile question makes her smirk grow more pronounced, threatening. She leans forward, fluid as a cat.

"Your uncle killed a very dear friend of mine, Jere. I bled him dry for that. Pearl was…a very respected member of our community. My Sister-of-Blood. We want her back. And since her daughter's blood simmers inside you, you'll help me with that. "

Jeremy shakes his head, dazed."Is it even possible? We can bring Anna and her mom back?"

Katherine's firm fingers tilt his chin up, forcing him to hold her stare.

"Oh, you'll be surprised at what Necromancy can do, in a place like this one and with a powerful witch in your pocket... I bet you know where we can find one as well as I do."

Her face literally glowing with menace, she couldn't have looked more unlike Elena if she had tried.

It reassures Jeremy, somehow. He doesn't even care that Uncle Jon died by her hand. Half of him is even…wildly happy that the man has paid for taking Anna away, despite knowing his nephew cared for her.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

If there's even one single chance of bringing Anna back…he'll take it. He'll save her like she has tried to save him, like he wanted to when they took her from his arms.

Anything it takes.

Damon is not altogether sure of what he is doing, staring up at Bonnie Bennett's bedroom window. Perhaps he is only stalling, holding on to any excuse to not return to the Salvatore's boarding house.

Which is ridiculous, because Damon has never felt the faintest glimmer of guilt over fucking Stefan's life up. Hell, that's been his favorite occupation for ages.

And yet… it bothers him, the idea of seeing Stefan now. With the taste of Elena's kisses still on his mouth, he feels tainted and empowered at the same time. It's thrilling, to have finally taken something his brother held onto so desperately. Unfortunately, once you turn the emotions' switch to on, you open yourself up to all kinds of shit.

Elena's betrayal will mess up Stefan from the inside out, possibly more than anything else Damon ever came up with along their decades of mutual 'disagreements'. The concept should increase the satisfaction; instead it makes the elder Salvatore almost… uneasy, wary. It feels like an irreversible step on the wrong path and this makes no sense at all.

Elena tasted darker and different than he expected, but familiar too. Kissing her felt wrong and right at once. It had shaken him in a way Damon couldn't properly articulate.

"What are you doing here?"

He blinks to look at the witch on the threshold of her open door, an air of detached hostility in her proud stance and blank features.

Damon forces a grin on, covering the uncertainty with a reliable veneer of the usual bravado.

"Hello to you, too."

Unsurprisingly, Bonnie doesn't respond to him in any way, just keeps staring him down like she could force a real answer out of his lips by sheer will alone.

" I wanted to get a point across"- he continues, with an exaggerated sigh- "I still mean what I said to you at the parade: I owe you, and I take my debts very seriously. Whether you hate me or not, for whatever reason you did it for, you saved my life. So… you don't need to worry about me trying to kill you again. I am not going to resent you for lying about the device."

Bonnie' s lips thin in annoyance as her eyes narrow on his suddenly serious expression. "I don't trust you. But about one thing, you are right. I don't need to be worried, because I know who I am now. You can't take advantage of my powers or me anymore, and don't think I won't do anything I need to keep this town safe. Because that's my debt. If you or your brother spill one more drop of innocent blood, I'll take you both down. Even if it means losing Elena. I would prefer to have my best friend hating me than hating myself."

Damon takes in her determination with a strange satisfaction. It's surprisingly easy to respect the focused rage he senses boiling inside her, even though it's directed against him.

His smile is genuine. "I believe you."

They study each other silently, the air between them thick with a tension that is not exactly unfriendly. It has a sense of expectance and, perhaps, of challenge.

They don't back down until Bonnie's cell vibrates in her pocket. She brings it to her ear swiftly, without even checking the ID on the flashing display. Instinct tells her that it's Elena and the panicked voice on the other side just gives validation to the restlessness the witch has been feeling since she got home. It's not over- a little insidious voice had been whispering deep inside her- It's not over at all.

"B-Bonnie? Can you please come by? I-I need you. My father…can I just explain when you come?"

Elena sounds like she's in tears, and the distinctive hush of Stefan's voice in the background is a small consolation. Whatever has happened, at least her friend is not alone. Bonnie frowns as she observes Damon's cool blue gaze grow almost feverishly heated.

"Of course. I'll be there right away."