Title in reference to 'life keeps throwing you curve balls' figure of speech.

Warnings: Sensitive themes obviously.

Disclaimer: I'd love to own TVD, but I don't, ergo I am poor.

Curve Balls

She's been through enough. Life just wouldn't stop throwing her curve balls and she was sick and tired of it. Sick and tired of being the only one who got hurt in the end, the only one no one bothered to think about, to consider, to ask her if she was fucking okay. And she's sick of it – she just wants to all to end.

Bonnie Bennett is standing on the edge of Wickery Bridge, staring down at the black abyss below. Her hair is blowing in the breeze, the moon's shine highlighting dried tear tracks on her cheeks. She must look like a wreck…she was a wreck.

'Somehow she's always the one that gets hurt'. That was what Caroline had said and she was right.

When she lost Grams she felt as if she'd lost a piece of herself – something irreparable and that she'd never be able to go on, that she couldn't be the same Bonnie Bennett anymore that everyone expected her to be.

She had to be strong though, for her friends, for her father…for this town. They needed someone to protect them – they were innocents who didn't know what was out there, hiding in the dark and it was her job, set by nature to make sure that they were safe.

She was sick of doing that job.

Bonnie Bennett couldn't be selfless anymore, this town, this life had taken too much from her and now she wanted to be selfish, she wanted it all to be over.

As soon as Abby had woken, a look of horror on her face as she realised her circumstance, Bonnie knew she'd never turn and she couldn't bear to stay and watch another family member die. So she'd left. She was selfish for that, but she didn't care anymore.

She tightened her grip on the rail behind her as a gust of wind blew her clothes forward, flapping her coat around her as she shivered in her jeans.

A tear slipped from her closed eyes as she loosened her grip.

"What are you doing?" She gasped twisting her head to find the dark shadow that had spoken. It was one of the original vampires, staring at her curiously, head tilted to the side.

"What does it look like?" She whispered, turning to look back down at the river below.

"I don't understand." He says simply, walking closer, approaching slowly as if she might do something drastic. Yeah, she was in the state of mind for it, that was for sure.

"What's not to understand?" She snapped. "I don't want this anymore!" She sent him a fierce glare over her shoulder, her cold hands in a white knuckled grip on the guardrail.

"Why not just leave then?" He asks simply.

"It's not that simple!" She hissed, "I will always be this!" The wind whipped her hair around her face. "I can't change who I am!" No matter where she went, she would still be a witch and a Bennett witch at that, this supernatural crap would find her. She could never have a normal life.

As if reading her thoughts, the vampire stepped into the light, smirking lightly. "Normal's overrated," he offered and received only a glare in return. As the moonlight brightened his features, she let herself stare a little. Were all their family so damned attractive?

"This vampire shit is ruining my life," she glared, restraining herself from giving him an aneurism, not sure it could affect the original anyway.

"Only because you're letting it," he countered. "You're a witch, Miss Bennett – embrace it."

She scoffed then and questioned sarcastically, "what? You mean side with you vampires and help you go about your evil plans?"

"Tut, tut." He smirked, shaking his head dramatically. "So judgemental," he pointed at a finger at her.

He took another step closer then and she eyed him warily. "From what I've seen Miss Bennett, your power is at your little friends disposal and they will use you for it no matter what the consequences may be that you will suffer."

She couldn't ignore the truth in his statement.

"Everything you do is for others, for the greater good." He was directly in front of her now, raising a finger to draw it down her cheek. "It's a big world out there, you need to learn to live in it."

She stares, entranced as he speaks slowly, finger still resting against her freezing cheek. "For yourself and not for anyone else."

He steps back, smiling. "When they say jump, you say no."

She still stares. She doesn't know if she's capable of even doing that, he makes it sound so appealing, living her own life, never worrying about anyone else, but can she really do that? She never could say 'no' to anyone, especially not her friends. Was it really as simple as that?

She glanced back down at the rushing river. She didn't think it was.

The original was merely waiting silently for her to make her decision and when she looked back vulnerably he simply held out a hand. "Kol Mikaelson."

She stared for a moment between his outstretched hand and attractive smile and the darkness below waiting to engulf her.

Shaking, she let go of the guardrail...and took the devil's hand.

A/N: I don't know whether to leave this as a one shot or update it slowly as a multi-chapter fic...