A/N: Hi, everyone! So, here's another BAMON story. I wanted to write it because TVD show made me upset. My friend told me that season 3 was lovely and Delena was beautiful. "Go see it," she said. "It'll be fun," she said.

And here I am. Rick is dead, Klaus is a cry-baby. And what have they done to Ty and Care? They were my Chair of TVD universe! (With Elena as Serena and Matt as Nate). As for Delena scenes; it felt like Ian was in a rush. I have respect for him and I really like Nina but have to quote Stanislavsky here, I don't believe it! In the end we don't have Delena, we don't have Stelena, we don't even have a threesome. I feel slightly... unsatisfied. Stupid me, always thinking that this show was about love that is stronger than anything; I don't even see love anymore, just hesitation.

My favorite Bonnie will probably become dark in Season 4. The screenwriters' love for her is so great they can kill her without a second thought. After Rick's death it wouldn't surprise me. I'm sad. The moral of this? Never listen to your Delena friends.

Now I stop complaining and tell you about my new story. It will be BAMON, of course.


1. This is AU story. And a shamelessly Bonnie centered story.

2. Original characters. I need Bonnie's team. Someone should care about her, to hell with canon.

3. Elena is a vampire, Rick is dead but Klaus isn't in Tyler's body. Tyler and Caroline are together and they are happy beyond words.

Summary: Bonnie Bennett never existed. She wakes up in a world where no one remembers her. And someone is after her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

And the lightnin' strikes

Without love, it cannot be seen.

— Ryukishi07 "Umineko no Naku Koro ni".

Every time you and I connect with each other, a little bit of heart is born between us. Heart isn't something inside you. But whenever you think, whenever you remember someone, that's when heart is born.

— Tite Kubo "BLEACH".


"He murdered another girl."

John frowned slightly but said nothing. Calm as always, he stood at the window watching Thames, and didn't even turn his head to look at his son. Will had just entered the room. His voice was filled with fury.

"It was on the news. He didn't simply kill her, he burnt her in the street. Right in broad daylight. Dad, are you listening to me?"

"Lower your voice," John said soberly. "I'm not deaf yet."

Will clenched his fists. He made a step forward, his face set and asked angrily, "Why are you so calm? How can you just sit here when this maniac..."

"William," his father said in a warning tone. "You won't speak to me in such a manner."

He finally turned around to face his son. Will was pale like death and his dark eyes now seemed coaly black. John always wondered why his son inherited his appearance but not his temper.

"She was one of our kind," Will said.

"Don't exaggerate. Witches were never really united."

"Maybe, it's time to unite," his son said slowly. "Maybe, it's time to protect ourselves. She was sixteen. She didn't even realize who she was. And before he killed her he drove her insane. Such a terrible thing..."

"Yes," John spoke. "Peine forte et dure... He never believed in slaughtering, he believed in justice."

"What kind of justice?" Will said heavily. "He's just sick."

"Turn the lights on," John told him. "And bring me my notebook."

William looked at his father suspiciously but did as he was told. When John sat down in the armchair, holding his notebook, Will said calmly, "I won't be holding back anymore. He's good at killing girls but I'm gonna show him what a man can do... What a warlock can do. I'm going to stop him, Dad. I know that you understand me."

"Don't be a fool," John said, putting his reading glasses on. "I don't want you in danger."

Will paid no attention and went on, thoughtfully, "He's going to kill another witch. She's an American too. And a powerful one."

"Sure, she is," John said lazily. "She's a Bennett."

Now Will looked surprised. He sat down across from his father and stared at John's face intently. John gave him a knowing look behind his glasses.

"Mag just left before you came in," he explained. "She had a vision. That girl..."

"So, what exactly did Maggie tell you?" Will interrupted.

"He will try to kill that girl. He will try to confuse her. To make her confess."

"Let me help her," Will said eagerly. "Let me go and..."

"She'll be protected," John said patiently. "She will have a protector much stronger than you... Much stronger than me," he paused and gave his son another pointed look. "But I want you to go."

"You do?" Will frowned.

"I want you to bring her here. Go and find her and bring her to London."

"I don't think I understand, Dad. All this time you've been acting like you didn't care..."

"Can you play chess, Will?" John asked suddenly.

Will suppressed a sigh. He knew his father all too well and didn't try to ruin John's metaphor mood.

"Yes, I can," he said. "You taught me, remember?"

John smiled.

"I showed you how the pieces move but can you really play?"

"Dunno, I haven't played since I was twelve," Will said evenly. "What is this about?"

"Which chess piece is the most important?"

"It is obvious, isn't it? The King. This game is about protecting the King."

"True. But I think that a person who always needs protection can't be the most important. The most important is the one who protects..."

"A person?" Will repeated doubtfully.

John was silent for a few seconds and then looked up at his son.

"Bring Bonnie Bennett to England. Go."

Part One

The Lady of Shalott

I am half sick of shadows.

— Alfred Tennyson "The Lady of Shalott".

Chapter one

Bonnie didn't have a clue where she was. She couldn't understand how she'd got there either. She was staring around her in total confusion.

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her own room. And now she was on the roadside. The place was unfamiliar and there was no one else there but her. Still confused, Bonnie rubbed her eyes and stood up slowly. Her usual calmness returned just in time. She realized she was unhurt and fully dressed but her purse and cell phone were missing. She checked her jacket pockets; they were empty. Bonnie let out a breath, commanding herself not to panic. Life full of surprises gave her the ability to remain calm in any situation.

She came closer to the roadside. Ten minutes passed before Bonnie noticed a car coming towards her. The witch waved her arm in the air and the car stopped. Bonnie saw a family: the driver was a man, a woman was sitting in the passenger seat and in the backseat there was sitting a little girl who looked at Bonnie curiously.

"Are you okay there?" the woman asked.

"I..." Bonnie paused and cleared her throat. "Excuse me, I understand that may sound weird but where are we? We can't be very far away from Mystic Falls?"

"That's right, it's about a mile from here," the woman said friendly. "Do you need a ride?"

"Thank you!" Bonnie exclaimed, relieved. "Thanks, you're very kind."

She got into the car next to the little girl and saw her questioning look. Bonnie smiled.

"You see I got lost. I was..."

When she came to the town the darkness had already fallen. Bonnie wanted to call Elena and Caroline, she needed to know that her friends were ok and nothing weird had happened to them. So she walked into the Mystic Grill, hoping to see Matt.

He was indeed there, standing at the bar. His face was as friendly as usual.

"Hey," she greeted him with a smile.

"Hello," Matt said, wiping the table. He barely looked at her. "What can I get for you?"

"Probably, vodka," Bonnie said and sighed.

"Can I see your ID?" he said in a humorless tone.

"You're funny," she shook her head, smiling. "Something weird happened to me. I don't remember blacking out but I woke up today a mile away from Mystic Falls. Have no idea how it happened."

"Oh," he said dispassionately. "I see."

"Can you believe it?" Bonnie chuckled. "No money, no phone... It could be magic."

"So you need to call then?" Matt asked, straightening up. "You can use my phone. Call your parents or... Well. Is it ok?"

Bonnie stared at him.

"My parents? What are you talking about?"

Matt smiled, confused.

"You don't want to call someone to pick you up? Uh, ok. How can I help you then?"

Bonnie didn't get a chance to answer. Tyler silently approached them and smirked at Matt.

"Hey, man. Wanna hang out later? Elena is at Caroline's place, they're having a girl's night."

"So your girlfriend's busy and you remembered me," Matt smiled.

"Don't sulk," Tyler said and looked at Bonnie. "Hey."

"Yeah, this is..." Matt paused and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

"What?" Bonnie said.

"Are you new here?" Tyler asked, watching her.

Bonnie frowned.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she said, her voice rising.


"Are you two pretending you don't know me?"

"What do you mean?" Matt said slowly. "Have we met before?"

"Seriously? This is not funny, Matt!"

"What's going on?" Tyler muttered.

"Beats me," Matt answered.

They both looked extremely confused.

"You know what," Bonnie glared at Matt. "I'm leaving. You may carry on behaving like five year olds."

When she left the bar Tyler turned to Matt.

"Who was that?"

"No idea," Matt said.

Bonnie couldn't help but feel irritated. She didn't see a reason for Matt and Tyler to pull stupid jokes. It wasn't like Matt at all. Bonnie had a bad feeling about everything that was happening tonight.

She needed to talk to Elena and Caroline A.S.A.P. Tyler mentioned that they were having a girl's night. She didn't actually remember them planning something like that lately. But right now it didn't matter.

Luckily, Care lived close enough. When Bonnie reached her house she saw the light in the windows. Bonnie knocked at the door impatiently. A few seconds later, she heard the sound of laughter. The door burst open and Bonnie saw Caroline with Elena behind her.

"Hi," Bonnie breathed out.

"Hi," Caroline smiled. "Can I help you?"

"Wha — Come on. I need to talk to you two, I'm having the weirdest day of my life!"

"What do you mean?" Caroline asked, confused.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

"Mind if I come in?"

Caroline looked slightly taken aback but Elena frowned.

"Caroline," she said suddenly.

The blonde turned to look at her. They exchanged meaningful looks and Caroline asked Bonnie, "What can I help you with?"

The witch froze, staring at her friends.

"Are you... mad at me?" she whispered. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Please, not you two as well!" Bonnie exclaimed.

"Who are you?" Elena asked, stepping forward. "Why do you want an invitation?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bonnie snapped. "Aren't we friends anymore?"

"Friends?" Elena repeated. "Have we even met before?"

Bonnie gaped at her. But Caroline seemed to calm down.

"It must be somebody's idea of a joke," she told Elena.

"Who sent you?" Elena asked Bonnie. "Are you..."

"Elena," Caroline drawled. "Listen to her heartbeat. She's not a..."

"Answer me," Elena took another step forward, crossing the threshold. Bonnie saw her pupils dilate. "Who are you?"

"Elena, come on," Caroline spoke up again. "Don't be paranoid."

"We have to be careful," Elena said. "I've learned it."

"What are you doing?" Bonnie whispered. Her hands started to shake. "Are you... Are trying to compel me? For real? What is wrong with you?"

Both Elena and Caroline flinched.

"Is she..."

"Who are you?" Elena repeated.

"Okay, enough is enough," Bonnie muttered and turned around. The tears were burning her eyes. But she couldn't take a step forward, Caroline appeared in front of her.

"You have to tell us who sent you."

"I don't know what's gotten into you," Bonnie said angrily. "Call me when you come to your senses."

Caroline looked stunned. Bonnie walked past her without looking back. Elena watched her go, anxiety written all over her face.

"Maybe I was wrong?" she said slowly. "Anyway that was weird. Who was she?.."

"I don't think she was trying to harm us," Caroline frowned. "The look on her face... It was like she really knew us."


Caroline looked at Elena and her face softened.

"Don't be upset."

"I still can't control it," Elena whispered. "I'm so afraid someone will get hurt... I was ready to attack her."

"You care about people you love, Elena," Caroline said gently. "Now you're a vampire and your desire to protect them has increased. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I don't think so. I can't be a vampire. I just can't. I'm tired of fighting it."

Caroline said nothing and looked away.

"I should probably call Stefan," Elena said. "Ask him if he's ok."

"Let's go back inside," Caroline said.

There has to be an explanation. There's always an explanation.

Bonnie held her head in her hands. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She stormed away from Caroline and Elena, she was furious and hurt but that was nothing compared to the fact that her house where she lived was gone. Bonnie stood stricken, staring ahead. Her house is supposed to be here and she can't see it.

I have to think rationally. There has to be an explanation.

So, it was quite possible that she was just dreaming. It's her personal curse — vivid dreams. Then all she needs to do is wake up.

Bonnie gritted her teeth. Maybe, she was going crazy. After all, there would be no big surprise, her life was crazy. And the most believable possibility? Of course, something supernatural.

She turned around on wobbly feet and walked down the street.

It doesn't make any sense! Why? And how?

The sky was starless. And in addition, a thick fog started to roll in. Soon enough Bonnie could see nothing in front of her and slowed her pace. And suddenly her heart leapt and all of her senses were screaming danger.

Bonnie stopped and held her breath.

"Walking alone in a dark alley..."

At once, the sound of the familiar voice washed her fear away. Bonnie let out a sigh of relief. The fog was clearing and she could see Damon's silhouette right in front of her. He smiled.

"You can meet really bad people, you know."

"Yeah, right," she drawled sarcastically. "I don't have time for you. Something is going on."

He tipped his head one way, looking amused.

"Something is going on? Is this an attempt to make me intrigued?"

"Whatever," Bonnie frowned. "What are you doing here, anyway? Can you give me a ride?"

"Aren't you straightforward."

Bonnie blinked, noticing his curious expression and her heart sank.

"You don't remember me..." she murmured.

Damon raised an eyebrow.

"Should I?"

Bonnie lowered her head and missed the moment when Damon moved. She felt a gust of wind and flinched, looking up. His face was inches from her own.

"You're not a psycho, are you?"

She was silent. If Damon doesn't remember her... Why is he talking to her? Bonnie looked at his face closely and tensed.

"Stay away," she warned him, backing away.

"Now, you're just being rude."

"Stay away or I will... I..."

Damon looked slightly puzzled.

"Are you trying to threaten me? Interesting."

"You're leaving me no choice," Bonnie snapped and narrowed her eyes.

Damon watched her with polite anticipation.

"Please, go on," he encouraged her. "I'm leaving you no choice but... to do what?"

Bonnie's eyes were widen with fear. She raised her hand to do something — anything — but she couldn't feel the magic within herself.

How is it possible?

Obviously, Damon was already bored with waiting.

"Don't move," he ordered. "I promise it won't hurt much."

He had a hard look on his face and Bonnie saw his eyes darken. He indeed was going to feed from her.

Bonnie recoiled.

"Stop it, Damon, look at me!" she shouted. "I'm Bonnie!"

He did stop and looked her. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"I don't recall introducing myself."

"I'm Bonnie," she repeated hastily. "I'm your friend."

"My friend?" he was genuinely surprised.

Maybe, it wasn't entirely true but it seemed foolish to search for the right definition now.

"Yes," she said. "I don't know why you don't remember me but I..."

She broke off when he placed his hand on the top of her head.

"Well now," Damon said, looking into her eyes. "Tell me. Who are you?"

Bonnie was ready to growl.

"Will every vampire in this town try to compel me tonight?" she exclaimed.

Damon frowned and Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm Elena's and Caroline's friend. And you can't compel me, I'm a witch!"

He gave her a long odd look and she felt her anxiety arise.

"Sorry," Damon said. "I still think you're insane."

Bonnie screamed when he grabbed her and sank his fangs deep into her neck.