2 of April 2010
I'm normally not one for tea parties, never mind Historic Societies, but here I was at the Lockwood Mansion sipping a tragically non‑alcoholic drink. Apparently Carol Lockwood had personally ensured no one served me alcohol because I had a habit of leaving her parties with a few bottles in my bag.
John bloody Gilbert was here too, sending me glares like I'd personally offended his ancestors. I guess almost killing him left a bad impression.
I mingled for a bit until I saw Elijah leaving a side room and joining the party. My best guess? Damon had annoyed him and was taking a time‑out. I grabbed a random glass of champagne and stepped up beside him.
"Drink?" I offered, tilting the glass toward him.
"Much appreciated," Elijah said, taking it and turning fully toward me. "I don't believe we've been introduced. Elijah Smith. And you are?"
"Bonnie Bennett," I replied with a shrug. I really wanted to call him out on the fake last name, but I wasn't suicidal.
"I've heard much about you, Miss Bennett," he said, not sounding surprised in the slightest.
"I bet. After all, you sent that baby warlock to spy on me," I said casually. "You know, if you wanted to know where the witch burial ground is, you could've just asked."
Elijah narrowed his eyes, studying me. After a long moment, he nodded.
"From what I've gathered, you're prone to making deals. Isn't that so?"
"Indeed," I said with a very Rumpelstiltskin grin. What did the Original want to offer?
"I've promised Elena I would keep her friends and family safe. You're part of that deal."
"I'm aware. However, that deal has nothing to do with me," I said lazily. Elena was going to break that deal soon enough, and I didn't want to be collateral damage.
"What do you propose then, Miss Bennett?"
"Well, you need the magic my ancestors left behind after their god‑awful deaths, but I'm not giving it to some random warlocks of yours," I said. "However, if you're interested, I can obtain that power and help you — for a price."
Elijah nodded, unsurprised. "And the price?"
"In the future, you'll owe me one," I said with a grin. He'd regret that later, but I wasn't going to tell him. He was an Original — he'd underestimate me. Perfect.
"Just that?" he asked, amused.
"Yes. And whatever I ask, you'll have to accomplish. No maybes."
"I believe we have a deal, Miss Bennett," Elijah said, offering his hand.
I shook it, grinning like a shark. Step one: complete.
Too bad he was going to get stabbed tomorrow.
10 April 2010
So Elijah got stabbed, the Martins got killed, and I got juiced up with the power of a hundred dead witches. My ancestors were thrilled I let them play around in my new house — lending me their power was just rent.
Having that much power should've been draining, but I felt fine. Maybe the ritual helped. Maybe I was just built different.
Elena's crazy mom came to town and promptly went bye‑bye with the sunrise. The Salvatores were running around like headless chickens, terrified Klaus would pop up like the supernatural bogeyman. Elena tried to be brave and failed spectacularly.
Caroline didn't live her rock‑star dreams at the Grill, and she didn't get back with Matt. Honestly, she was too busy shipping me with Kol. The girl kept asking about him. I didn't get why. Sure, he was cute, but I wasn't Elena — I didn't have a vampire fetish.
Klaus was days away from rolling into town. Katherine was lurking somewhere. The waiting was killing me.
The waitress dropped my burger on the table. I thanked her and inhaled it.
Everything was set. Santa Klaus was coming to town.
26 April 2010
Klaus — wearing Alaric's body — was having a great day. He'd caught Katerina, his doppelgänger was minutes away, and as soon as the full moon rose, he'd break the curse that plagued him for a thousand years.
He rummaged through Alaric's closet, holding up two hideous shirts.
"Who's this guy, Safari Sam?" he muttered, tossing shirts at Katherine.
"Bad or badder?" he asked, holding up two equally tragic options.
"The dark colors suit you better," Katherine said sarcastically.
"Oh, thank you, honey. Dark colors suit my black heart," Klaus replied, amused.
He interrogated her. She gave him the basics. He compelled her. She spilled more.
Then—
"Bonnie," she said. "The Salvatores think Bonnie can kill an Original without a dagger if she gets enough power."
"Bonnie the best friend? I thought you said she wasn't a problem."
"She's not — unless they have something to negotiate with. She only helps if there's something in it for her."
Klaus hummed. Interesting.
He compelled Katherine to stab herself repeatedly while he went to "lay eyes on his precious doppelgänger."
Katherine whimpered.
He smiled.
"Oh, don't look so glum, Katerina. The fun is just beginning."
I knew Klaus was in town the moment Elena showed me the poster for the 60s dance. I should've known earlier, but I tune out whenever Caroline talks about dances.
Then Ric swaggered into class with more flair than usual.
"Hello, class. What are we learning today?" Riklaus asked.
He rambled about the sixties. I interrupted.
"We get it, Teach — you're a Beatles fan."
"Indeed I am, Miss Bennett," he said, smirking. "And you?"
"I'm a 'The Who' fan, but musical tastes shouldn't be discussed," I said, ignoring the predatory look he gave me.
Elena corrected his Watergate timeline. He thanked her.
I rolled my eyes. Of course Klaus wanted the last word — even about bands.
Later — Salvatore Boarding House
I kicked the door open, pissed.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Peaches? I'm not your slave," I snapped at Stefan.
"Well, I guess I'm not the only one who was late," Riklaus said behind me.
"Not the time, Ric," Damon muttered. "Witchy, the big bad is here. Put your big girl panties on."
"That's funny, because I don't remember him threatening me," I said. "He needs a doppelgänger, a vampire, and a werewolf. I'm a witch."
"What about your deal with Elijah?" Elena asked.
"Did he mention that before or after you stabbed him?" I asked sweetly. "I'd guess before."
"What if we pay his price?" Stefan asked.
"You can't. Nothing you offer is worth a favor from an Original."
"But Elijah is daggered," Elena said.
"The future is tricky," I said mysteriously. Riklaus looked delighted.
Damon offered the Martins' grimoires. I declined.
"Size isn't everything, Damon." The Martins had a huge collection, but size never guaranteed quality.
He called me a power‑hungry witch bitch. I clutched my chest dramatically.
"Rude. And I'm not suicidal. I'm not dying for you."
"But why did you make that deal with Elijah?" Stefan asked.
"Oh, so you knew it would kill me but decided Elena living was worth more?" I asked.
"No!" Elena said. "We aren't sacrificing anyone!"
"Wake up, Elena. Someone wants to sacrifice you," Damon said.
"And I'm not sacrificing anyone so I can live!" she yelled.
"It's funny you think you have a choice," I said. "Klaus will break the curse. The question isn't stopping him — it's surviving him."
"What do you suggest then?" Damon asked.
"Make a deal with the devil," I said. "Let Klaus sacrifice Elena, then bring her back."
"I don't want to be a vampire," Elena said.
"Bo‑ho," I said. "Why date a vampire if you plan on aging normally? And no one said you'd come back as a vampire. Pay me enough and I'll bring you back human."
"You can do that?" Riklaus asked.
"If I feel like it."
I turned to Elena. "I'm not my mother. I'm not dying for you."
"So, mommy issues?" Damon smirked.
"And daddy issues. And grandmother issues. But at least I don't have sibling issues. You Salvatores win that one."
"Are you helping us or not Bonnie?" Riklaus inquired, trying to just speed this shit up
"Are you helping us or not?" Riklaus asked.
"No," I said, standing. "Unless Elijah rises from the dead, I'm out."
Elena tried the friendship card. I shut it down.
"I'm not dying for you. I'd never ask that of you — give me the same courtesy."
I walked out, whistling Santa Klaus Is Coming to Town.
It was April. I didn't care.
60s Dance Night
While everyone else was dancing, I was becoming a high‑class thief. And what's more high‑class than stealing an Original's corpse from his psychotic older brother?
Nothing.
Step one: make sure no one noticed the body was missing. Klaus would eventually figure it out, but I needed time. Time for Elijah to wake up and act as my shield.
Gloria had given me the idea: an illusion voodoo doll. Hard to make, but it would last ten months.
Step two: find Kol's body. That required pestering Emily — and Kol pestering her from the Other Side. She cracked in under an hour. His body was in a barn an hour away.
Step three: make sure everyone else was busy. The 60s dance was perfect.
I arrived at the barn. Two vampires guarded the door.
"Good evening, gentlemen," I said.
They growled.
"No manners whatsoever. Ad somnum."
They dropped like sacks of potatoes.
"Much better." I crouched beside them. "Now forget all about my sexy ass. Obliviscere."
Inside were four coffins.
"Well, this is creepy," I muttered.
First coffin: Rebekah. Gorgeous even while dead.
Second coffin: Kol Mikaelson, dressed like a wannabe Jack the Ripper.
"Bingo."
I pulled out the voodoo doll, plucked a few strands of his hair, wrapped them around the doll's head, pricked his hand for blood, and took a Polaroid of his corpse.
A few chants later, the doll transformed into a perfect replica of Kol's body.
I levitated the real corpse behind me.
I was definitely feeling proud of myself tonight.