Title : A lot of Love A lot of Blood

Rating: Mature R

Pairing: Stefan/Elena, Damon/Bonnie?

Summary : Secrets come to life as Bonnie discovers the truth about the moonstone, and realizes vamps arent' the only creatures who crave blood. Grams lost her life helping the Salvatore's and she knows she'll fall victim to the same fate unless she increases her powers. But will she be able to pay the cost?

A place for my head : Linkin Park

Depression : Black Flag

A/N: This was a story request I received from "Once a Hunter Always". Thank you for your wonderful concept, I only hope I can do it justice.

A PLACE FOR MY HEAD

"We need to talk." Damon said appearing beside her car suddenly after school.

"No we don't," she said moving to step around him.

"Bonnie this is serious." Stefan said appearing beside him.

"Isn't it always?" She retorted sick of having her time interrupted by vampire drama.

These days her life played out like a supernatural soap opera and she wanted off the ride.

"This is important." Damon said pinning her with intense ice blue chips.

It was a shame someone so evil could possess such amazing eyes. Especially since they were the window to your soul and she somehow doubted his held a lot of beauty.

"Fine," She hissed annoyed.

All she wanted was a chance to get her life back to some semblance of normal. Since Grams died it'd been one thing after another until she felt like she was slowly drowning under the weight of it all.

"We can't talk about it here," Damon said suddenly looking weary as he glanced across the parking lot.

"Then where?"

"Meet us by the Lockwood place where they're prepping for the ball."

"When?"

"Now," he said as they disappeared with the speed of their kind that was beginning to grate on her nerves.

"I wish I could teleport and leave them standing there with their jaws flapping," She thought smirking as she pictured it in her head.

She wasn't in the mood for this shit. She had her good days and her bad days. On a good day she could halfway pretend to be the same Bonnie she once was. On a bad day, she was barely keeping it together. Today was a bad day; hell they'd all been bad days since Caroline had been turned. She was starting to feel like everything she touched turned into shit.

Some people would say better a vampire than dead completely, but she wasn't so sure she agreed. Always having to battle that baser side of yourself for control and slowly losing your humanity as time passes. It wasn't something she would have willingly done to another person. The kicker to her self loathing and doubt was that she was going it alone. Once again her bestie had been swept away into a world of problems of her own expecting Bonnie who was always her rock to deal with things on her own. It was a scenario she felt was stuck on a loop.

Knowing the boys would never let her rest until she heard them out she eased into her blue Prius and headed over to meet them.

"You got me here now what do you want?" She asked impatiently.

"Have you noticed anything strange about Mason Lockwood?" Stefan asked making her frown.

"Other than the fact that he's way too good looking to be in this town, no," She said shaking her head.

"What does Damon have issues now that his position as hot new guy in town is in jeopardy?"

"As nice as it is to hear you think I'm hot little witch, this isn't about me," he said with a smirk that made her want to set a part of him on fire.

"That's a first," She said dryly.

"If you touched him would you be able to pick something up?" Stefan asked ignoring the banter going on between the two.

"If there's something to pick up it's possible, but I can't make my visions happen, it doesn't' work that way."

"Well, he's right over there, "Damon said glancing over her shoulder.

"Wait… you both seriously want me to go over there and try to read him?" She asked arching a delicately shaped eyebrow.

"Please," Stefan implored making her sigh. There was something about the vampire she always had a hard time saying no to.

"Give me a minute, I don't want it too seem to obvious," She said shaking her head as she began to casually wonder around speaking to people she knew as she made her way to Mason.

Following a few paces behind him she played the dumb cheerleader card when he turned to her and frowned.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Isn't this the way to the bathroom?" She asked twirling a strand of her hair as she smiled at the poor confused cheerleader.

"No actually it's just down the hall," he said moving to point her in the right direction. Stepping closer she allowed their hands to "Accidentally" brush.

Jumping back she felt electricity rush through her body as images filled her brain.

Mason and Elena were in a four poster bed kissing passionately.

"Where's the moonstone?" She asked

"Somewhere safe." He answered breathily.

"Uh, I wanna see it, don't you trust me?" She pouted.

Coming out of the vision she glanced down at Mason who was clutching his head and screaming out in pain.

"I- I'll go get help," She said taking off to meet up with the boys.

"What happened?" Stefan asked taking in the spooked look on the witches face.

"When I touched him I- I saw something."

"What do you mean like a vision?" He asked.

"I saw Elena, he was kissing her."

"You didn't see Elena, You saw Katherine," he said sending a chill down her spine as she remembered the cold look in the vamps eyes.

She had meant what she said when she'd warned her. If she didn't stay out of her affairs she wouldn't hesitate to kill her. Thinking of how useless her powers had been against the vamp she didn't see how pissing her off would be a good idea.

"I don't know what that means, but I don't see how it involves me."

"How can you say that?" Stefan asked starring at the

"This is your past Stefan, you and Damon; you fix the mess you made," She said crossing her arms as she shook her head. She was done.

"Mason Lockwood is a werewolf, Katherine's evil, help us," Damon said appearing in front of her hoping to succeed where his brother had failed.

"I can't," She whispered honestly before turning on her heel and walking away.

Unable to concentrate on the homework she'd gone over three times all ready she pushed aside her Math text book disgusted with herself. Grams would be ashamed of her, running away from a fight because she thought she couldn't win. Grams had died performing a spell she knew might kill her because she was trying to take care of one of her own. But what could she do in this case?

"First you have to know your enemy," She whispered moving to stand and pick up the grimore she kept on her desk. Leafing through the books she paused at the section on werewolves.

Reading she found they could change with more than just the full moon, or fatal wound would bring about the change and contrary to popular belief silver didn't harm them. Pausing when she spotted the section about moonstone she felt the blood leave her face as she read on.

Moonstone :

The source of the strength of the werewolf, it renders chemicals such as silver harmless to the beast. It will also allow a wolf to change at will. They are extremely rare because in the early ages, vampires sought to destroy each one they came across. However the leader of each pack keeps one moonstone to give them strength.

"Shit," Bonnie mumbled rubbing her palms on her jeans nervously she ran over a few different ideas before coming back to one. She had to tell Damon about this.

Closing the book she stood from her bed and grabbed a leather jacket before bounding down the stairs, out the door and in the car headed to the boarding house. Parking she hurried to the front door shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she knocked. She just wanted to speak her piece and get the hell out of here.

"Come to offer a vein?" Damon leered as he gave her a quick once over.

"Do you want me to set you on fire?" she asked giving him a warning taste of her power as warmth began to creep over his body.

"Point taken, "He said tilting his head to the side. " Why are you here?"

"I remembered something about my vision earlier, Katherine asked Mason about Moonstone, and when I looked it up, it said it's the source of the wolves' strength and it allows them to change at will and remain impervious to silver, and any other compound that would cause them harm. I just thought you should know," She said turning to head back to her car.

"Wait! You're just going to walk away after dropping that?"

"Look I gave you a heads up what more do you want?"

"For you to work your little parlor tricks, hocus pocus, boil and bubble and all that Halliwell."

"If they're parlor tricks why are you always darkening my door step to ask me for help?" She seethed, her green gems blazing with contempt.

"So you're telling me you're just going to let a werewolf in league with Katherine roam around your town? Or did the not spilling a drop of blood rule only apply to me and Stefan?"

"Contrary to what seems to be popular belief I'm not here to do your bidding every time you get a wild hair up your ass," She said coldly making him arch his eyebrows.

"And what if people get hurt?" He shot back.

"First off, let's not pretend you care about anyone else unless it's your precious Elena, or Katherine; wait are we still undecided about that last one?" She asked not even pausing to see the damage her comment had done as it him like a fist to the gut.

"And secondly," she said holding up another finger. "You and Stefan better make sure that doesn't happen because that would be innocent blood spilled, because of your presence in my town right?"

"You're going to regret this witch," he growled watching as she gave him her back and walked off into the darkness.

Hurrying to the Prius she was torn by her concern for the town and anger at the vampire brother's who seemed to bring nothing but hardship. Thinking of how much she'd lost because of the Salvatore's she felt her face flush as her powers swirled inside of her threatening to boil over. A part of her though she should have let them burn to death in that building, but Elena would never have forgiven her. And she'd lost too much all ready. Her Father had long been absent leaving only Grams and her friends to fill the void of loneliness her Mother's death had left behind.

Getting into the car she struggled to still her trembling hands enough to put the keys into ignition. For the first time since she'd gained control of her powers she was terrified. Katherine was planning more than making the Salvatore boys suffer if she needed the help of a werewolf; and that meant she had to get involved. Except, she knew all too well how powerful the psycho Vamp was; the spell that would normally would bring a vamp to their knees had rolled off her like water off a ducks back. She wasn't prepared for the battle that was coming, and if she didn't want to be shark bait she needed to increase her powers.

"I've got you now Lockwood," Damon growled heading to track down his newest target.

"Best thing about living in a small town, you never have to look too hard to find someone," Damon said cheerfully taking a seat beside Mason on at the bar.

"Didn't I make myself clear to you and your brother earlier?" He asked.

"In light of some new discoveries I thought I'd give you a chance to take that truce," he said shrugging as he paused to wave the bartender over and ordered a scotch on the rocks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever hear of moonstone?" he asked smirking when Mason tensed growling slightly.

"Careful, don't want to lose that temper in front of all these people, yellow eyes are kind of a like a flashing neon sign to the council" He said shaking his finger in his place before downing his drink and ordering another round.

"What do you know about moonstone?"

"Enough," he said loving having the upper hand.

"I'll give you some time to rethink that truce," he said placing his empty glass on the counter before standing to walk away.

"Oh, and tell Katherine I said hello," He said pausing to look over his shoulder and grin before actually leaving.

Hoping this spell would be enough Bonnie gathered the ingredients from her Grams spell place in the basement. She had to perform this at the stroke of midnight and it was all ready forty after ten. She'd need to head to the woods where she'd sensed the abundance of residual psychic energy. She had a feeling there was a ley lin hidden in the woods, and with all the blood spilled in the civil war it had been super charged. It would explain why all the supernatural's' had been drawn here and continued to stay throughout the years.

Arriving at the spot marked by decaying trees that had fallen to the power of the ley lines she could feel intersecting below her feet in the ground she quickly drew a circle. Holding her hands over the black opal she planned to use a new talisman she began to chant.

"Opal black of burning fire, Add the power that's required, To make my magick hit its mark, be light of day or night so dark," She whispered gasping as the power from the ley lines shot up from the ground rushing past her with an energy so powerful it felt like a hurricane force wind.

If she hadn't been protected by the circle's power she would have been whipped around like a rag doll. Awed she touched the amulet shakily as the spell settled. It had a brilliant magical aura that was almost visible to the naked eye as the black stone gleamed in the moonlight. Reverently holding the amulet in her hands she was filled with a sense of euphoria as the power washed over her. This would change everything.

Glossary:
Ley Line- are alleged alignments of a number of places of geographical interest that are thought by certain adherents to dowsing and New Age beliefs to have spiritual power.

Black Opal- The black opal is widely known as the "Witches Stone" and is prized for its magick
enhancing properties.

A/n: Please tell me what you think.