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A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who's been reading, favoriting, leaving me lovely reviews, etc.!

I know last chapter I said I wouldn't be following TVD canon, but the most recent episode gave me some ideas, so I will be incorporating some elements from 3x18. So, basically I'm warping the current TVD storyline, but, hey, that's the whole point of fanfic!


The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way,

And then suddenly dipped down,

So suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself

Before she found herself falling down a very deep well

-Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass

At this point in her life, Bonnie had sincerely thought she had already reached rock bottom and then some. But tonight, she had been proven wrong. She had discovered that there were several rock bottoms underneath rock bottom.

She hadn't seen Kol at all recently and she'd be lying if she said that it didn't make her the least bit nervous. She was sure that he was the kind who needed supervision at all times.

When she had been accosted by Klaus, she had just finished up a quick dinner at the Grille and had planned to go back home, maybe catch on some homework, watch some trashy nighttime television, and then go to bed.

Instead, she ended up at Klaus's mention, being forced to unlink the Originals.

Saying that it was a bad night would be the major fucking understatement of the century.

"Come now, Bonnie," Klaus said. "Just how far do you think you and Kol will get with your little revenge plan if we're all still linked together?"

She knew she was the perfect picture of surprised right then; green eyes wide, lips parted, speechless, not pleased.

"Yes, I know," Klaus said with a small laugh at her expression. "I find it quite entertaining actually. You of all people agreeing to such a thing…I guess it goes to show what can happen if you push anyone far enough."

She glared at him. Did he honestly think that she didn't realize just how far she had fallen? Would keep falling? The last thing she needed was for him to point that out.

"But, I suppose you need more…incentive to do this, so…" he picked up his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Kol! How's the weather there in mile-high city?"

A chill ran through her. Kol was in Denver. Where Jeremy was. This was so not going to end well.

"And how's a friend?" Klaus asked, grinning sinisterly at Bonnie. "May I see him?"

He proceeded to show Bonnie a video of Bonnie and taunted her some more.

"So, Bonnie, how about that spell?"

Bonnie could feel rage boiling inside of her. She should have seen something like this coming. Really, she should have.

She was going to do the spell. Only because they had Jeremy. Afterwards, though, she would find a way to take the whole damn family down.

Of course, the night didn't end there, though. Nope. It was never that simple. Not when it came to her and her fucked up life.

She then had to come face to face with a strung-up and tortured Damon Salvatore.

Bonnie thought that maybe she would have gotten some sort of sick satisfaction at seeing something like this. That maybe she'd even go up there and drive a stake through his heart and get it over with, but that had never been in her nature. And it still wasn't.

Despite the fact that Klaus was standing right there, breathing down her neck, she was going to go and let him down and bring him back to the boardinghouse and recuperate. She had faltered, though, and Klaus could see it and he took the opportunity to antagonize her some more.

"Go on," he crooned in her ear. "Help him. Help the man who turned your mother into a vampire."

She could feel the bile rising in her throat and for a second she thought that she would actually vomit all over the marble floor of the foyer, but she managed to push the acid back down. She couldn't afford those sorts of reactions at all.

"Just get me out of here," Bonnie replied in what she hoped was an emotionless voice.

She could feel her composure slipping when she was finally outside in the cool night air.

She pulled her cell phone out and speed dialed Elena. When the brunette picked up, Bonnie found the words tumbling out of her mouth in a flurry.

"Klaus made me unlink the Originals, Elena, and he threatened Jeremy," she said into the phone. "And he has Damon…it's bad. It's really bad."

"Bonnie, are you okay?" Elena asked clearly concerned.

"I—I don't know..." She knew right then and there she was going to have a breakdown. And she couldn't. Not yet. "I've got to go. I can't—I've got to—" She ended the phone call just in time to catch herself on her hands, falling down onto the pavement next to her car.

Having a nervous breakdown right outside of the Mikaelson home definitely wasn't the brightest idea, but she knew there was no way she could hold on any longer. Her life was just one big utter disaster and she had no idea what she was doing anymore.

A few days later, Kol was waiting for her when she got out of school, lazily leaning up against her white Prius.

When she caught sight of him, she could swear her vision went totally and completely red in her anger.

"You," she said quickly making her way towards him, not caring about the other students who were curiously looking at the spectacle she was making. "You sorry son of a bitch!" She slapped him as hard as she could. He didn't even flinch.

"I take it you're a bit upset about me threatening your boyfriend," he replied dryly, looking down at her. "Oh, pardon me, I believe he's your ex-boyfriend. Couldn't let go of his dead girlfriend even though he had you, correct?"

It felt like he had simultaneously dumped a bucket of ice on her and punched her in the stomach.

"That doesn't make what you did okay," she snapped, taking a step back from him.

"Oh, I wasn't actually going to kill him," Kol replied, rolling his eyes. "As fun as it might have been, I'm not quite ready to lose your good graces yet."

"My good graces?" Bonnie scoffed. "You're not in my good graces. Never have been. Never will be."

He just smirked at her and changed the subject. "So, you saw what my sister did to Damon Salvatore?"

Her stomach lurched unpleasantly at the memory of that.

"Oh, come now, Bonnie, what's with the face? Weren't you planning on doing something similar to him…and to his brother?"

"No I wasn't." His condescending look at her response made her even angrier. "I wasn't going to just stand there and torture him. It was going to be quick and simple. Nothing that…disgusting."

He laughed at her.

"Just what the hell do you find so funny?"

"I'm sorry, I just didn't realize you were so touchy when it came to causing pain, little witch," he said condescendingly. "If I recall correctly, aren't you fond of giving the elder Salvatore aneurisms?"

She wondered how he knew that, but she figured she probably didn't want to know.

"That's different," she replied defensively.

"Is it?"

"Yes," Bonnie snapped. "It's not stringing him up with animal traps and slicing him to pieces for hours on end!"

There was a pause where Kol just stood there, still looking amused.

"That's it. I'm done," she said, shaking her head. "I'm done with you and this whole little revenge plot. It's insane. It was absolutely and totally insane to begin with."

"For now," he replied with a shrug.


"You're done for now, but let's just face it, Bonnie," he stepped closer to her, invading her space. "Sooner or later, one of the Salvatores, probably Damon, will do or say something to put you right back on the edge again."

She supposed that he was right. But that didn't mean anything. She wouldn't let it mean anything.

"So? I'll find a way to deal with it. I have for over a year now," she shot back, jutting her chin out defiantly.

"But there's only so much any one person can take," he responded, trailing a hand down her face. It was eerily reminiscent of the time Damon had cornered her in the school parking lot, trying to get Emily's crystal from her. "And you've reached your limit a long time ago. There's really in no point in trying to pretend otherwise."

She slapped his hand away, stepping around him to reach her car. "You're wrong. I'm stronger than this. Too strong to let you keep manipulating me."

Bonnie got in her car and he didn't try to stop her. She ignored her shaking hands and gripped the steering wheel tighter as she made a beeline for home.

By now, she should have learned to avoid The Grille. Every single time she was there, there was someone to bother or antagonize her. Hell, she should have learned that she's always better off staying home no matter where she decides to go.

"Bonnie," Damon said, taking a seat from across from her.

"What?" Bonnie replied, slowly looking up from her dinner to meet his eyes blue eyes. She tried to carefully school her face in into a blank mask of emotionlessness, but she had a feeling she was failing at it.

"You left me hanging there at Klaus's," he said.

"So? You killed my mother. You're lucky I didn't go right up to you and finish the job for Rebekah," Bonnie snapped.

"It was your mother or Elena," he replied. "What was I supposed to do?"

"You could have told me!" She snapped. "You should have told me! I would have found a way to make everything work out!"

"There wasn't any time, Bonnie!" Damon snapped back. "We already tried daggering Kol, but it didn't work on Klaus and by then there was nothing else that could have been done. We didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice," she found herself screeching, causing some of the patrons to turn and look at what the commotion was.

"And that choice was either your mother or Elena," he responded in a low voice so no eavesdroppers would hear. "Would you have really rather Elena have died than the mother who abandoned you?"

"Of course I didn't want Elena to die," Bonnie replied. "But that doesn't make what you did okay, either."

"What are you expecting from me, Bonnie? Nothing I say is going to change what happened."

"You're right, it won't. But forgive me if I don't find it okay that you'd be willing to kill every single person in this town for Elena," she shot back.

"And you wouldn't?"

Would she? No. She loved Elena, she did. She was her best, her family, but it just didn't make sense to let hundreds die for one person. It's not what Elena would have wanted. Besides, unlike Stefan and Damon, she knew she could keep Elena safe without stacking up collateral damage.

"No. Unlike you and your brother, I give a damn about collateral damage and actually make more of an effort to avoid it," she told him sharply before getting up to leave. His hand shot out and latched onto her wrist before she could actually get away, though.

"I told you, Judgy—"

"That's enough, Damon," Bonnie snapped. "I'm done listening to you." She turned to look him in the eyes. "And for the record? I didn't just leave you at Klaus's. I called Elena directly afterwards to let her know what happened. How do you think Stefan knew to come save you?"

She thought she finally could make her escape, but Damon wasn't quite done.

"Are we going to have a problem from now on, Bonnie, or can I still trust you?"

Maybe he wasn't entirely stupid as she thought if he actually knew he'd have to watch out for her.

Her lips curled up into a sardonic, bitter smile before she answered with, "Funny. That's really funny. I'm not the one who keeps screwing you over continually, Damon, so you tell me."

With that, she finally left and he was smart enough to not try and stop her again.

When she was in her car, she fumbled with her keys for a few moments before she could successfully stick them in the ignition and start the car. She sat there for a few minutes trying to calm herself down and not give into the temptation of going back there and doing what she really wanted to do to Damon.

She had a feeling that the residents of Mystic Falls who were blissfully ignorant wouldn't appreciate having to deal with a dead vampire body or the revelation that vampires and witches weren't just fiction.

She eventually found herself outside the Mikaelson mansion and it only served to confirm that she had definitely lost her fucking mind. No sane person would ever end up there if they were seeking comfort or whatever the hell it was she was looking for.

Bonnie had no idea how long she just sat there in her car, staring at the extravagant home, but when she turned her car back on to leave, there was a tapping on her passenger window that caused her to jump and let out a small shriek.

When she turned to look, she saw Kol bending down to look at her through the window with an especially self-satisfied expression on his face.

She could feel her cheeks flushing from embarrassment at scaring so easily and she fought with her seatbelt and the door handle to stumble out of the car.

"I must say, you changed your mind sooner than even I expected," he said, smugly crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I didn't change my mind," she replied, shaking her head.

"Ah, okay. Then just what are you doing here?" he asked dryly.

She straightened up and jutted her chin out defensively. "I'm here because…"

Just what the hell was she doing there? She couldn't exactly say it was because she was clearly insane and didn't know where else to go. Well, she could…but she didn't want to give Kol the satisfaction of it.

His arrogant smirk grew into a full blown grin. "Would you like me to tell you why you're here?"


"You're here," he began, ignoring here, "Because you don't know how to make up your mind, so you want me to do it for you."

"Hey, wait a minute—"

He continued to interrupt her, though.

"You really do want to kill the Salvatores, but you continue to let your pesky conscience get in the way. So, you came to me because you need someone who lacks a decent conscience and won't let you back out. You need me to make up your mind for you."

She could only stare at him. Maybe he was right on some levels…well, a lot of levels, really. But teaming up with someone who had no problem proclaiming that he didn't have a conscience? That was dangerous for her and many other people.

"Maybe that's true, but why would you want to help me? What are you getting out of this?" She asked.

"Well, for one, if you're preoccupied with killing the Salvatores, then you won't be preoccupied with killing my siblings and I. Besides that, I'm bored and this seems like it'll be the source of the most entertainment around here."

She didn't need proof that she was dealing with a crazy vampire who brought a new meaning to flipping the supposed off switch on his humanity, but he continued to spell it out for her.

Still, with him she knew exactly what she was getting. If he did something to screw her over, it wouldn't be surprising or hurtful at all because she knew exactly what he was like and she knew there was no chance of him changing at all.

"So, what do you say, little witch?" He asked, backing her up against her car door.

"I…" she trailed off. She was tired of going back and forth over this and she was tired of constantly having to wonder who was going to ruin her life next.

"Just know that after this, you don't get to change your mind. If you agree, then we're going after the Salvatores and nothing is going to save them." He reached out to grasp her chin in one of his hands. She tried to jerk out of his grip, but he was too strong.

"So what will it be, Bonnie?" He asked, drawing out her name.

Bonnie was felt like a deer in headlights. She was playing with fire and she had a feeling she was going to be burned before this was all over.

And how is that any different from the times you've worked with the Salvatores? The little voice in her head asked her.

It's not.

She could protect Elena without the Salvatores and she could keep the casualties down while she was at it. Not to mention if Kol was preoccupied with this, then he couldn't terrorize the rest of Mystic Falls and she was fairly sure he was more unstable and dangerous than the rest of his family.

"Okay," Bonnie said shakily, nodding. "I'll do this. No turning back."

His smug grin got even wider and he pulled her into a rough, bruising kiss.

A/N: So, I know Bonnie keeps doing a lot of back and forth and not making up her mind in this fic, but that's very important because she of all people realizes that once someone is dead, they're not coming back, so wanting to kill the Salvatores isn't a decision she would make lightly. But now we're definitely going to be getting into the meat of this story, which will hopefully be fun!

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the latest installment and for those who will be celebrating Easter tomorrow, happy Easter!

Thanks for reading!