I had to repost. Anywho…

Every time I declare that I am done writing Bamon fanfiction, another plot enters my head and I can't relax until I develop it. This fic is kind of different. I'm starting from scratch with the TVD mythos. I want to warn some of you now, this is a triangle fic; however, I don't intend on sacrificing Bonnie's integrity to a triangle. Of course, she will be human (well kinda) and make mistakes, but some mistakes made with Elena will not be found here. So if you are interested, please give it a little looksie and let me know if I should continue. Also, I don't know who Bonnie will end up with (if anyone) at this point. I'm being led by my fingers and the keyboard.

Disclaimer: Not claiming to own most of this.

Prologue-Ready or Not

Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make you want me.

Louisiana, 1812

The moon shone brightly above the large mansion in the midst of the willow trees. The golden chair sat perched on a riser above the dance floor in the grand ballroom on the Moreau estate, as Rene Moreau observed the guests waltzing around his marble dance floor. The musicians played music that made the brown, red, peach skinned bodies move across the dance floor in a playful waltz. Rene surveyed the sight. He was impressed as he watched the citizens of LaFourche laugh, drink, eat and be merry. The smile that spread across his face was one of satisfaction. He was the only one who knew exactly what this night would entail. He chuckled to himself because he was sure that these beggars had no idea what was in store for them. He had witnessed and survived many tragedies throughout his life. He had watched his father hung from one of the tallest trees in the swamp and his mother dragged away and sent to another plantation. It was only by chance, that one night that he came across a Frenchman, who gave him a rebirth—a rebirth that ended in that Frenchman's slaughter by Rene's own hands. He would never be anyone's slave or victim again, neither would anyone with his blood. Tonight would be the night he displayed his power and brought these people to their knees.

"Are they to your pleasing Father?" Laurent, his eldest son inquired standing beside him. Rene smiled at his son whose cocoa colored eyes matched his, "Very much so. They believe they have come to drink my spirits, eat my livestock and dance across my floor after what they did to Baptiste," Rene's smile turned into a scowl, "not in my home!" he roared as the lights flickered and the doors slammed shut. A few of the guests realized what had occurred, but there were still a number, so drunk off of the red wine that they did not notice.

Rene moved slowly down the stairs away from his golden throne. He was joined by Laurent, Delia, his younger daughter and his wife, Babet. Suddenly there was a sound of choking from the opposite side of the room, followed by more sounds of gagging. Rene turned to see the guests in the room bent over grabbing onto each other as they slowly fell to the floor. The Moreau family looked around observing the guests fight to keep their consciousness.

"This will be easy Father," Delia stated with a crooked smile that drove the men in LaFourche crazy.

"Paralysis," he explained, "but they will feel every bit of this," Rene looked around and nodded at his family who immediately leapt through the air, exposing fangs and sinking them into the necks of the guests lying on the floor with looks of fear, but paralyzed by the wine that had been laced with Junie Root.

Rene gazed around as his family quickly moved from one guest to the other draining them dry. He could hear the sound of heartbeats around the room lessen one by one and it was like a symphony to his ears. He turned to the musicians who was frightened into silence, "Do not be so frightened. Play something upbeat!" Rene grinned from ear to ear. The musicians continued to stare frozen in place, "Play something upbeat!" Rene barked causing the musicians to immediately play a tune as Rene twisted his finger in the air like a demented maestro.

While he surveyed his family doing away with the peasants who murdered his son, he felt a gust of wind rush through the ballroom, "They are here," he snarled in almost a whisper before the ballroom doors blew off of their hinges and Rene met eyes with the Ladies of Benoit. All different shades of brown with eyes the color of emeralds staring back at him, "Rene, call your pack of scavengers off of these people and we will leave all of you standing," the older woman with a mane of silver stepped forward.

Rene narrowed his eyes as Laurent, Babet and Delia moved to his side, "Antoinette, you have no business here."

Antoinette looked around, "You have shed much innocent blood here this evening."

"Innocent?!" Rene roared, "Baptiste was a mere young boy and what did they do to him…torture him…threw him to the crocodiles which tore his body to shreds, they will suffer and die painful deaths for what they did to my son!"

"Baptiste was a menace!" one of the Benoit ladies yelled out.

Delia bared her fangs as she hissed moving forward.

"Rene…I warned you, I told you what would happen if your family spilled one drop of innocent blood…" Antoinette began.

"I have spilled plenty and I will spill much, much more," Rene threatened.

Antoinette looked over at the Ladies and nodded, before raising her arms and chanting. Soon the Ladies of Benoit joined her and the wind began to build in the room. Rene marched towards the ladies with his family and as he moved closer, he heard a scream and turned to see Babet erupt into flames. Rene's eyes widened as he let out an anguished growl before rushing over to one of the Ladies of Benoit and slicing his hand through her neck, separating her head from her body and sending it crashing to the floor.

"Serafine!" Antoinette screamed and then let out a loud scream causing every glass in the ballroom to shatter.

Rene watched as Delia went up in a burst of flames and he charged over to Antoinette who turned to the petite caramel colored girl behind her, "Carry on Celestine," she whispered as Rene reached into her chest and she placed her hands on both sides of Rene's head as they stared each other down.

Celestine had a look of fear on her face as her eyes locked with Laurent's.

"Laurent, Avenge the Moreaus," Rene stated before ripping the heart of Antoinette's chest as he erupted into flames.

Laurent looked over to where Celestine had stood seconds before and she was gone. Laurent looked around at the burning bodies around him and swallowed hard before leaving the ballroom and his legacy behind.

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The baby's whimpers could be heard as the hooded figure made her way to the small cottage on the large plantation. The rapid knocks on the door caused the woman inside to jump up flinging open the door, "Celestine, what are you doing here?" the woman looked around quickly.

"They will not come here," Celestine managed to squeeze out.

"They who?"

"The Moreaus. Protect her. Take care of her, I have to go."

"Celestine…what happened?!"

"I can not tell you, just protect her and never tell," Celestine touched the woman's wrinkled skin softly and then the baby's, before kissing the tiny girl wrapped in blankets and disappearing into the darkness dark.

After a few feet, she turned to stare at the cottage removing a vial from her bag. She removed the cork and downed the red liquid inside gagging as the metallic taste choked her. She watched as the lights went out near the cottage and she heard the sound of footsteps. She removed the long knife from her bag and allowed the unshed tears to fall from her eyes, "I will carry on and so will she," Celestine whispered before running the knife across her throat splattering blood all over the leaves.

Mystic Falls, VA 1875

"Miss Cristina, my father would be very upset if he ever found out about us?" the raven haired man with the blue eyes softly caressed her thigh. They lay in bed wrapped in the sheets, her naked leg intertwined with his.

"Well I guess we will have to continue having secret rendezvous then," she captured his lips in a kiss. He chuckled into the kiss flipping her over in the bed. Their bodies moved in sync as he moved in and out of her, "I love you Damon," she whispered as the black veins appeared around her eyes and she sunk her teeth into his neck.

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The horse neighed as the younger Salvatore dismounted and the vision of Cristina Duplessis

caught his eye. She had taken to doing some maid work around the large Salvatore house on her way to the North. She was different. Stefan enjoyed the classical music that often drifted out of the parlor when his mother played the piano. He had caught her reading Thoreau on occasion. He believed that she was much more than she let on. As he led his mare, Rosie, into her stable, he caught Cristina's eye while she moved towards the stall to give apples to Rosie, "They were delivered this morning. I thought Rosie would appreciate one," Cristina glanced over, "is that something she would want, Mr. Salvatore?"

"Call me Stefan and I think she would appreciate one," Stefan moved closer to her and the mare, "I've watched you over the last couple of weeks, something is different about you?"

"Different? Is it my hair?" she twisted a tendril of her long dark hair around her fingers.

Stefan licked his lips, "Not exactly."

"Hmm," Cristina stated feeding the horse, "maybe it's the way the sun hits my skin?" she moved her hair to the side proving Stefan a view of the smooth caramel skin.

Stefan touched her hand, "I saw you reading Thoreau while you were pretending to dust the bookshelves."

"I am sorry. My mother, she taught me how to read many things and I wanted a challenge."

"No need to apologize."

Cristina smiled, "You're kinder than your father. It is nice."

Stefan looked looked down at her, "You are nice."

Cristina lifted her hand to touch Stefan's face gently, "Kiss me," she looked into his eyes.

Stefan met her emerald eyes and closed the space between them with a kiss. At first the kiss was slow and sensual, "I want you to have me," Cristina whispered in his ear as she felt him reaching under her petticoat, removing her undergarments and lifting her up against the horse stall eliciting a moan from her, "tell me you love me Stefan."

"I love you Cristina," he whispered in her ear as she pierced his skin with her fangs.

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Gunshots rang throughout the air as two bodies collapsed to the ground, "How dare they take up with the likes of her!" a voice roared.

"Giuseppe those are your sons!"

"No longer," Giuseppe spat out, "bury them in shallow graves and set that church on fire, that Creole bitch can burn!"

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Hours later, the ground began to move as four ivory colored hands broke through and a new lives began. As a woman watched in the distance before disappearing into the trees.

Present Day-Mystic Falls

The sun shone brightly as a new semester kicked off at Mystic Falls University, two young women trudged through the campus green clutching their messenger bags, "So anyway, my Dad has ordered me to stay away from Grams for the 10,000th time," Bonnie Bennett, the petite emerald eyed woman with the caramel skin shook her head wearing a sarcastic grin, "for some reason, she has taken up this speech about us being descended from witches from the bayou. It's starting to freak me out."

The other woman, Elena Gilbert, with long dark tresses and olive skin chuckled, "But why all of a sudden, I mean usually she only gives you that speech when you tell her you want to be a witch for Halloween."

"Yeah, but for some reason she's upped her speeches and my dad hates it."

"Thanks for making me laugh, I needed that," Elena gave Bonnie a small smile.

Bonnie frowned sympathetically, "I know. I know things are getting better after the plane crash."

Elena nodded as she swallowed.

"Girls…guess what I just saw in the Student Union Building," two arms snaked around Bonnie and Elena, belonging to the bubbly blond that they knew and loved.

"What did you see?" Bonnie asked amused. Her other best friend, Caroline Forbes, was always attracted to someone who she had no business being attracted to.

"Him…" Caroline pointed across the grass to a brunette guy walking out of the Student Union Building. He had an average build, but his most captivating attribute was his chin. It looked like it was chiseled out of marble.

Bonnie stared for a few moments as the world around her melted away. There was something familiar about him. She couldn't put her finger on it. He looked up from his phone and his eyes met hers. His brown eyes bore into her and she felt as if he was staring directly into her soul. She found herself unable to look away.

"He's looking at me!" Caroline squealed in her ear.

Bonnie was snapped back to reality—of course he was looking at Caroline.

"Why don't you go talk to him, Care," Elena suggested.

"Oh no…not yet, I have to play this exactly right," Caroline shook her blond locks and waved over to the brunette stranger. He squinted a little and then he waved back slowly, "just laid the foundation ladies, by next week I will have him," she licked her lips.

Bonnie and Elena exchanged looks, but Bonnie couldn't shake the feeling that erupted inside of her with just one look from Chiseled Chin.

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The door to the boarding house flew open as he sped up to his bedroom, retrieving a box from the closet and flipping it open. He removed pictures, birth certificates, death certificates and then his eyes fell on the portrait. "Cristina," he whispered staring down at the woman with emerald eyes and caramel skin staring back at him.

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"Bonnie, we're waiting on you to go to Scooters," Caroline whined into the phone as Bonnie drove towards the University later that evening.

"I know, but I had to stop at the bookstore in town, I was not paying $200.00 for that English textbook at the school bookstore," Bonnie continued to head down the road.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah but get here soon, I hope that hot guy is there," Caroline squealed before hanging up phone.

"Typical," Bonnie mumbled as she looked down quickly at the dashboard screen. Her eyes drifted up to the road slowly and she was met with what looked like a person lying in the middle of the road. Bonnie let out a scream while quickly turning her steering wheel to the right bringing her car to a sudden stop. Her heart beat rapidly as she jumped out of the car, rushing over to the person lying in the road. She dropped to her knees checking them for a pulse, when the man's eyes shot open revealing two sky blue eyes, she toppled back onto the ground in shock.

Within a blink of the eye, he stood up from the road bringing her to her feet holding onto her wrists. She looked up and met those eyes, but something was definitely wrong with his face, "Get off of me!" she screamed struggling against his cold grip.

He stared at her for a few moments…the eyes…the face…the voice…he dropped her wrists and like a gust of wind disappeared. She stood in the middle of the road shaking with fear…what happened…how did he disappear so fast and why did his eyes look like that? were questions that rapidly fired in her brain. She rushed towards her car shakily placing her key in the ignition and peeling off onto the road. Bonnie pushed her gas pedal down determined not to stop until she got to school.

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He sat in the living room staring at the picture in his hand. She was dead. There was no way that she was alive. He chuckled humorlessly, there was definitely a way she could be alive today. He was evidence of it. However, when she looked at him—something was missing. She wasn't the same.

"I saw her," a voice stated from behind him.

Stefan placed the picture down slowly on the table in front of him and then slowly stood from his chair and turning around, "Hello Brother," the other person in the room drawled with a smirk.

The brunette male looked back at him, "I saw her first," he matched the gaze of the blue eyed devil that he had hoped had been staked a long time ago.

The raven haired man took a few steps into the living room. The place hadn't changed much and he couldn't help but curl his lips into a snarl. He hated this place and he hated the person standing in front of him, "Did you see her first?" he raised an eyebrow, "and why should I care, if you did?"

"Because I will kill you if you touch her," Stefan stepped closer.

The black haired man chuckled and then looked at Stefan menacing, "Still on animals, Stefan?"

"Damon, I am not kidding," Stefan warned.

"Sure you're not," Damon chuckled and this his mouth set into a straight line, "there's just one thing—you can't stop me," he stated before lifting his arms and with one push sent Stefan flying through the air and into a wall. Paint and plaster came raining down and Stefan looked up at Damon with black veins appearing around his eyes, he jumped up from the floor and made contact with Damon pushing him into the opposite wall, "Leave town," Stefan warned him holding his arm to his brother's throat.

"Oh…you want me to leave because you want her for yourself?" Damon raised an eyebrow, "it doesn't work like that Brother. But guess what…I don't want her. Have at the bitch."

Stefan dropped his arms, "Leave town Damon, there's nothing for you here."

Damon moved away from Stefan taking a seat on the couch, placing his feet on the coffee table, "Oh but it is…" he looked up at Stefan, "making your life a living hell."

Stefan's jaw tightened as he stared at his brother.

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Bonnie hopped out of her car and rushed into Scooters where Elena, Caroline and Elena's boyfriend Matt were standing at the bar. "What took you so long?" Caroline asked attempting to hand Bonnie a beer.

"I'm going to be sick," Bonnie rushed away from them leaving Elena and Caroline following her to the bathroom. Bonnie rushed over to the sink and threw water on her face. It was a miracle that she made it to Scooters the way her hands shook during her drive. She clung onto the sink as she took deep breaths.

"Bon, what's wrong…what happened?" Elena asked touching her back.

"Did something happen on your way here?" Caroline asked concerned.

Bonnie stood up straight, "I…I was driving and I saw someone lying in the road. I stopped and it was some guy…"

"Bonnie! Why would you stop, he could have been a rapist or a murderer!" Caroline chastised her.

"Not right now, Care," Elena replied, "so what happened, did he hurt you?"

"He grabbed my wrists and then he looked at me, it was weird…he gave me a really weird look and then he took off. Something was wrong with him, his eyes…they were something like I've never seen."

"He looked at you and ran away?" Elena shook her head.

"It wasn't even a run…he was there one moment and the next he wasn't."

"You mean he disappeared?" Caroline raised an eyebrow.

"No…I don't know…it was weird and it was scary…HE was scary."

"Do you want to call the police?" Elena asked.

"And tell them what, that some guy that I barely remember what he looks like grabbed my wrists and ran away or disappeared…or evaporated, I don't know," Bonnie shook her head, "no I'm going to get my nice underage beer and forget this ever happened."

"Are you sure?" Caroline asked.

Bonnie felt her stomach turn and she managed to nod, "Yes, I'm sure."

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Damon Salvatore opened the door to his former bedroom at the Salvatore Boarding house. After Stefan realized that his words meant absolutely nothing to him, he took off and Damon was perfectly fine with that. The truth was, Damon definitely hated being in Mystic Falls but he had a job to do. He loathed this place. It never meant much to him and everything bad in his life seemed to come back to this place. But he found himself back. He had heard a rumor that she was lurking around town and he had to repay her for her kindness so many years ago. Every time he thought about the way she seduced him, kept him under her spell, fed him her blood and made it possible for him to turn into what he was. Although, he had embraced it—he still wanted her to pay.

As he poured a glass of bourbon from the decanter he swiped from the bar downstairs, his thoughts drifted to the woman he met earlier. His night was supposed to start with finding dinner on Cherry Road, so when he saw her car coming, he thought that it would be easy and satisfying. The ground was slightly warm, the wind was calm and when she brought her car to the abrupt stop and he heard her heartbeat rapidly, he licked his lips in anticipation. He heard her hurried footsteps and he waited anxiously to pounce. She touched his wrist and he felt electricity shoot through him, her breathing was rapid and he quickly stood from his place on the ground and that's when he got a glimpse of his would be prey. She was an exact copy, but the fear in her eyes, the rapid heartbeat and the way she pulled away from him told him—it wasn't her. She had the bitch's face, but it clearly wasn't her. Damon sipped his bourbon, "Cristina, I know you're around and maybe your little twin may be the one to draw you out," Damon stated finishing his drink.

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Bonnie watched Caroline and Elena laugh and dance in the middle of the floor. It was Thirsty Thursday and all of the undergrads, grad and law students were packed into Scooters, the place with the very lax ID rules. Bonnie gripped onto her mug of beer, her hand just finished shaking an hour ago since her run in with the weird guy on the road. She couldn't get his eyes out of her head. They were this unnatural blue and they unnerved her. Then it was the question as to what he had planned to do and what made him run…disappear (whatever happened) the way he did? Not that she ever wanted to see him, but it was just weird.

"I would ask if you wanted a refill, but it looks like your nursing that one," a baritone voice near Bonnie's ear broke through her thoughts causing her to jump a little. She turned to see who invaded her space with a voice that seemed like it could melt butter and came face to face with Caroline's crush. The guy that she swore was staring at her earlier that day, "Umm…I just drink slow," she replied.

He stared at her so intently that it made her uncomfortable. It almost seemed like she knew him and he knew her, "I see…I'm Stefan," he held out his hand for her.

She looked at his hand and hesitated for a moment—this was Caroline's crush after all, "Please don't leave me hanging here," he smiled crookedly.

"Oh I'm sorry," she sat her beer down on the counter and took his hand, sending a cold shiver all throughout her body. It was so intense that she immediately retracted her hand from his. He stared at her with searching eyes and she tried her best to shake the cold feeling that had overtaken her body.

"Bonnie! Hey…who's your friend?" Caroline interrupted grinning from ear to ear.

"Umm…Stefan," Bonnie managed to squeeze out.

Caroline moved to stand in between Bonnie and Stefan with Elena observing from the side, "Hi, I'm Caroline. I'm actually in your English class."

Bonnie watched as Stefan nodded, "Umm…ok."

"And I noticed that you just started this semester, but I want you to know if you need anything just let me know," Caroline smiled.

"Uh…thanks," Stefan stated and turned his attention back to Bonnie, "hey, I think we have a class together too."

"A class?"

"Yes, that class on the occult…Professor Owens."

Bonnie blinked and suddenly it dawned on her, she registered for that class earlier that day—but how did Stefan know?

"Umm yes…I haven't been to class yet though," she stated puzzled.

"Well…" Stefan picked up a napkin from the counter and reached over retrieving a pen from the bartender's cup, while Caroline stared with her eyes wide open, "if you need any help in the class, you can always give me a call…I'm actually pretty good in that subject," he scribbled his number down on the napkin and held it out for Bonnie, who stared down at it as if it would erupt into fire if she took it.

"Thanks Stefan, she will definitely give you a call if she needs help," Elena stepped in taking the napkin and smiling at Stefan.

He smiled back, but then looked at Bonnie, "It was nice seeing you again Bonnie," he lingered on her name before turning around and leaving the bar.

Bonnie watched him disappear out of view and she couldn't speak. Something wasn't right about him and it scared her shitless. This night had brought two totally different weird ass guys in her sphere and it was starting to freak her out. Who were these men and what was it about her that made her the object of their weirdness tonight?

Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Take it Slowly
Ready Or Not, Here I Come, You Can't Hide
Gonna Find You and Make You Want Me

Fugees-Ready or Not

Should I continue or…