Madness

A/N: Hello, everybody. I'm back with a new story. I am in the mist of writing another story but this little idea popped into my head and I was so obsessed with it, my hubby was like 'just write it already' lol. So here it is, but be warned this is dark, full of angst, and it is a Bamon romance gone awry. So Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD. All rights reserved to the CW and LJ Smith.

Bonnie Bennett thought she had achieved a sense of happiness. The Originals were all done and dead which meant that a giant burden was lifted off the shoulders of the supernatural gang of Mystic Falls. Even though Bonnie and Jeremy broken up on not so great terms, she had seemed to found happiness in Damon. Tyler and Caroline were happy together and Matt seemed to be okay with the supernatural. Stefan and Elena were still the model couple because even though they had their ups and downs, they were still together and still very much in love.

So that is why Bonnie Bennett thought why she understood a lot of things. She understood why the sky was blue and she even understood how a car works. She also understood why Damon, her boyfriend of seven months, was the way he was. He had been scorned by the woman who he had loved and had turned him into a vampire. Since then, he was always trying to be the evil, bad vampire while trying to hide his humanity. But what she couldn't understand is why her best friend Elena was sleeping with Damon.

Bonnie trudged up the stairs of the Salvatore Boarding House to see Damon. She had wanted to see why Damon didn't show for their date. He was supposed to meet her at the Grille but after an hour of waiting, she left, embarrassed by sitting there by herself and humiliated by being stood up by her boyfriend. Damon was known for being a jerk but in the seven months they were dating, he had never done something like this to her.

As Bonnie walked up the stairs, she heard voices. They were low and it wasn't sounding like someone was talking. When she neared the stairs, she grabbed the bronze doorknob and opened the door getting the shock of a lifetime. There in Damon's king-size bed was her boyfriend and her best friend in the throes of passion. A soft gasp from the petite witch alerted Damon to the other occupant in the room and halted his movements. He looked over his shoulder and found his current girlfriend staring at them with a mix of anger and hurt etched on her face.

Elena looked up from her position underneath Damon and her eyes widen at the sight of her best friend. Guilt immediately spread throughout her being, how could she do this to her friend?

"Bonnie, I am so-" Elena started but Bonnie cut her off.

"How you do this to me Elena? I am your best friend! How could you do this to Stefan?"

Elena remained quiet and looked away, shame making its way to her with Bonnie's words. How could she have done this to Stefan?

Bonnie's eyes welled up with tears and Damon felt his undead heart break at the sight. He moved to comfort her but she backed away, avoiding his touch and his form. "Don't you dare touch me!" She yelled, her voice full of malice. She wanted to cry but she would not give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they hurt her.

"Thank you. Thank you for showing how much of a fool I am." The witch turned to leave but Damon grabbed her shoulder trying to prevent her from leaving. With one look, she sent the century and a half vampire flying across the room, watching as he crashed into the wooden wall. The look on her face was one of pure hatred spurring from the betrayal of her so called friends.

Bonnie stomped her way out of the room, closing the door with such force that if she was any stronger, she would've splinted the old, wooden door. Grabbing his discarded black jeans, Damon quickly slipped them on and tried to go after the witch. To his surprise, the door wouldn't bulge. Turning towards the window, he tried to open it but once again he found it to be useless. Growling in annoyance, he smashed the window but the glass was spelled, preventing it from shattering. Her intent was loud and clear: she did not want them coming after her.

Thirty minutes later, the magic that was keeping Damon and Elena confined to his room had dissipated and he wasted no time in speeding over to her house. As soon as he got there, the vampire knew something was wrong. There were no lights on and the house seemed cold, uninviting. Shaking off the feeling, he walked inside the house and sped upstairs to the familiar room that was Bonnie. Crossing the threshold of her doorway, he realized why he felt the way he did. Bonnie was not in her room and as he walked around, he notice that things were missing.

A myriad of clothing was gone from the closet and drawers, small trinkets were hastily removed from her red oak jewelry box, toiletries were scatted and bare, and most of all, pictures that included her and Elena or her and Damon were ripped out, leaving nothing but a lonely Bonnie frozen in that moment. An ache, a pain made its way across Damon's chest and he sunk to his knees at the new and disturbing revelation he had just realized, he had broken Bonnie's heart and she had left, away from Mystic Falls and away from him.

Two Months Later

Damon Salvatore gloomily sat at the bar nursing a stiff drink at the Grille, his head hanging low. The last past two months had been hell for him. After Bonnie left town, Damon and Elena stopped their very brief infidelity and came clean to Stefan. The hurt look on his brother's face was very identical to the one Bonnie had but somehow hers had a more profound effect than his. While Stefan had taken pleasure in seeing what he could heal from by beating him six ways from Sunday, Bonnie had merely left, quietly and swiftly as a mouse in the night.

Stefan had not forgiven them yet and Damon knew he probably never would. He had not only betrayed his brother but he had betrayed Bonnie as well. Stefan would not look at him but merely ignored him. Elena had begged and begged Stefan for his forgiveness but he had ignored her too. The only reason he was still in Mystic Falls was because the town needed a protector, something standing in the way of the innocents and the supernatural that seemed to plague the town. Because he drove away the one person that would willingly sacrifice her life for this town.

The sound of a light giggling caught his attention and it felt familiar to him. His gaze moved from the half empty glass in his hand to the seating area where a group of men had formed around a booth. Catching his attention, Damon moved from his place at the bar, intent on finding out just what had all of these men captivated. Walking closer towards the booth, he moved a burly man out of the way who protested at being shoved. Damon merely glared at him, giving the man a scare. As he advanced to the middle, his eyes widen at the shock of the person who had nothing but the attention of these random men. Bonnie sat there in all of her beauty, being worshipped by the crowd.

"Bonnie?" Damon asked, still stunned to see her here.

The petite brunette stopped midway in her conversation to glance in his direction. For a moment, he could see a flash of fury cross her face before it disappeared leaving a giddy one behind. "Damon!" She shouted.

The men all turned to look from her to him, some wearing surprised looks while others held angered at having their attention stolen from them. She smiled at the small male gathering, easing their worries. "Guys, I want you all to meet Damon Salvatore. Damon, meet everybody!"

Crystal blue eyes scanned the crowd once again before focusing his attention back to the caramel witch. He needed answers from her and he wanted to do it without her entourage. "Bonnie, can we talk…in private?"

A perfectly manicured eyebrow rose up but she chuckled at the mere notion of it. She stood up and excused herself from her place in the center. "Excuse me guys, but I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

The men groaned but she flashed them a cute yet sexy smile and all of their anxiousness were melted away. Damon rolled his eyes and grew annoyed at the exchange. She led them to the bar and Damon noticed multiple changes that had happened to the witch while she was away. First off, the way she dressed was not what he was used to seeing Bonnie in.

When they were together, Bonnie wore dark colors, tending to wear loose clothing that she was comfortable in. However, the dress she wore was very tight and short, accentuating her wide hips and her large bosom. Her heels were more inches than she used to wear, giving the appearance of someone taller. She wore more makeup than she used to, making her jade cat eyes more profound and her pouty pink lips even more mouthwatering.

He watched as she strolled up to the bar and sat down giving the bartender a smile. He handed her a drink and she winked flirtatiously at his generosity. He sat down next to her and couldn't help but drink her new appearance in. Bonnie rolled her eyes at his movements, chuckling slightly.

"My my, Damon. At a loss for words? How unlike you." Bonnie said, sipping her drink.

The vampire looked at the witch sitting before him. It was apparent that she had still hadn't forgiven him. He still loved her and still cared about her and he was going to try to win her back. "Bonnie, where the hell were you? We looked everywhere."

The witch merely giggled, flipping her away from her face. "Oh baby, you obviously didn't look hard enough, not that I wanted to be found."

Her flippant attitude was not what Damon was expecting. He was expecting she threaten him or crush him under the power of her magic, definitely not this carefree Bonnie. "I was worried about you."

Bonnie let out unladylike snort at his comment. "Really? Like you were so worried about me when you were banging my ex best friend?" She turned towards her drink and sipped it, all the while Damon watching her as her face took on a dreamily expression. "You know, I wonder what color are your entrails. I mean, your heart is as black as night so your entrails have got to be the same color."

Bonnie watched with a giant smile as Damon paled, blue eyes widening in shock. Witch strength he didn't know she possessed; she grabbed his chair and moved it away from her as if it was light as a feather. She stood up and pushed his leather jacket away, placing her small hands on his stomach, rubbing them up and down. She looked at him, her eyes malicious and dark. "Can I see?"

Stunned, Damon made no movement. He was actually afraid of Bonnie, not knowing what she would do. The witch saw the fear evident in his eyes and smirked. She applied pressure and watched with glee as her nails dug into the skin, hearing Damon grunt in pain. She was about to go further but she heard her name being called. She turned away and saw the crowd of men she had previously occupied was waiting for her, wanting her company.

The small brunette removed her pretty digits from his rock hard abs and looked innocently at the man who was, just a few seconds ago was her victim. "Sorry, Damon but it looks like we have to continue out little game later."

In silence, Damon watched as Bonnie winked at him then left to walk back to her harem of men who greeted her arrival with cheers and beer. Throwing down a couple of bills, Damon hastily left the bar and hurriedly sped towards the Boarding House. He needed to inform everyone about Bonnie's presence in town and how this Bonnie was not the Bonnie they knew. She was something far, far worse.

A/N: Whoa, it looks like Bonnie is very different from when she left. Question is: How will the rest of the group react to the new Bonnie? I would love to what everyone thinks about the chapter, it means a great deal to me.

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