Confession Time: I almost abandoned this story because I didn't think that the interest was still there, but I decided to keep writing it because I love the concept and I hope others love it too. I think I also need to add, this is a reimagining of the doppelganger saga along with the Salvatore brothers coming to town. I love the Bonnie character and I will do right by her, but I understand if this is not your thing as a reader. For those who are interested, please enjoy. I promise you the rollercoaster is just beginning.

Disclaimer: I don't own much.

Ch. 2: Sympathy for the Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste

"That was weird," Bonnie strolled down the steps with Stefan following a very interesting, but yet captivating class. The new professor was knowledgeable, but he looked to be at least 20 years younger than Professor Owens and that was not only a little weird, but distracting to Bonnie. Something radiated off of Professor Moore that made her sit up and take notice of him, but there was no way she would be the Lolita to his Professor.

Reaching the bottom of the steps, Professor Moore stepped in front of Bonnie and Stefan with a wide smile, "Hello you two," he gave each of them a once over with his large chocolate eyes, "I noticed that you both were a little distracted during the lecture." Although speaking to both of them, his focus rested on Bonnie, meeting her eyes and Stefan followed his gaze. He was unable to read the professor's exact look, but it looked to be one of craving or maybe there was something else that he couldn't put his finger on.

Bonnie nervously tucked her hair behind her ear ignoring the intense stare from the professor and answered, "Oh no…I mean, its just a lot and a little surprising, especially after what happened to Professor Owens in the woods."

Professor Moore nodded understandably, "Yes, I imagine so. I was actually coming on as an assistant professor and I was supposed to study under Professor Owens but unfortunately, his demise sped up the process."

"Wow…how interesting?" Stefan stated in a way that caused Bonnie to raise an eyebrow, she was surprised at the suspicious tone he gave off.

The youngish professor smiled for a few moments before speaking, "Well I hope that we all have a good semester, but I have to get ready for my next class. I am positive that we can learn a lot from each other."

Bonnie nodded along with Stefan as they turned to leave the lecture hall, "Oh and Celestine!" Professor Moore called after them.

Bonnie and Stefan both turned around, Bonnie wore a confused look and Stefan narrowed his eyes, "Umm…my name is Bonnie," she corrected him with a look of confusion.

Professor Moore nodded and then smiled guiltily, "I apologize, I must have misread the class list."

Bonnie nodded slowly as she and Stefan walked through the doors. After clearing the building, Bonnie turned to Stefan and whispered as if Professor Moore could hear, "When he called me Celestine, he seemed so sure right?" she asked with a nervous chuckle, "so weird."

"He did and it was weird," Stefan agreed.

"Hmm…I've never met him before and I don't have a twin, I guess he just mixed me up with someone else. I mean, there can't be another person walking around with this face could there?" Bonnie shrugged.

Stefan studied Bonnie's features for a moment, the almond shaped eyes, the cupid's bow mouth and the cheekbones, "No…no one," he shook his head.

Bonnie nodded, "Right…well I have to go. I have some work to do in the library."

"Well we'll talk," Stefan touched her arm lightly turning it to ice.

She stared at him with wide eyes for a few moments. His touch. It brought on the same reaction and this time—it shook her to the core, knowing that she was so much more than a girl with a miniscule crush on a guy, "Ok…we will," she rushed away from him heading across the grass.

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"Grams, please call me back…please!" Bonnie breathed heavily opening the large door to the library. Shelia left for a conference earlier that morning, but promised to call her when she had free moments. Bonnie couldn't shake the feeling that flowed through her body every time Stefan touched her or the fact that his face changed into something she'd never seen before in the woods. She tried to forget that moment, but she couldn't ignore it any longer. Walking into the library, she found the section that she researched that morning and proceeded to pick up every book she could possibly find that contained information on witches in Mystic Falls or the Benoit/Bennett family.

Plowing through the pages, she searched for anything that could shed some light on her family or how her ancestors came to Mystic Falls and their purpose. The feeling that sailed throughout her body every time Stefan touched her had to be tied to her powers somehow. She did have a heightened sense of her surroundings lately, but she felt nothing when Tyler or Matt touched her or even the barista at her favorite coffee shop—it had to be tied to Stefan in some way, shape or form.

"Well hello, don't I know you from somewhere?" a sarcastic, self assured baritone voice questioned from above sending an icicle down her back.

She looked up and instantaneously, it was as if every sense she had went to 100. Jumping up from the chair, grabbing her bag with her mouth in a straight line, she went through the machinations of a flight or fight response. It was the man from the road. He was staring back at her with those eyes and wearing a leer, "I see you remember me," he teased her and she felt the need to flip a table…on him…with her mind.

Her eyes turned into slits while she moved away from him, "Who are you? Get away from me," she began to gather her stuff and walk away from the table, but the rather tall dark haired man blocked her way, "I will scream," she threatened, "and I will do it loudly and I will make sure everyone knows you're a creep who likes to grab women on dark roads."

He moved closer, leaving just a fragment of space between them, she swallowed hard as her eyes met his and she fought to control her breathing, "Go ahead, but then you won't know why I approached you today," he grinned widely gazing down at her.

His eyes were mesmerizing, but serial killers were often charming and attractive, "Why don't you tell me why you grabbed me on the side of the road and then took off, what kind of sick freak are you?" Bonnie whispered looking around to see if anyone was staring.

Damon snickered loudly, "Oh Bonnie, you have no idea."

Her eyes widened in surprise as her name left his lips so effortlessly, "How do you know my name?" she grilled him.

"You would be amazed at all the things I know about you," he teased walking around her and eyeing the books on the table, "doing some Mystic Falls research?"

She folded her arms watching him closely, "I don't even know you, why would I tell you anything? And again, why are you stalking me…who are you?"

The man with the translucent blue eyes stared back at her with them twinkling, "How about you…" he thumbed through one of the books and stopped on a page, "how about you read this and maybe you will get some clues," he stated before moving closer to her, "it may make some things clear to you," he winked before brushing pass her. Bonnie turned to look at the book and saw the heading of the chapter, The Real Founding Families of Mystic Falls.

Sitting down slowly, she looked down at the pages. She'd heard the history of the founding families of Mystic Falls before, but what could possibly be the real story? And how did that weirdo know anything about Mystic Falls or what she was researching. She turned the pages with her hands shaking slightly as some words caught her eyes, The Salvatore Family. "Hmm…this is a new family," she mumbled turning the page, "the Salvatores settled in Mystic Falls after fleeing Naples, Italy in the late 1700's. The most prominent figure of the Salvatore family was Giuseppe Salvatore. He was not only prominent because of his great business sense, but because of the shame the family experienced after his sons were caught assisting members of the dark arts. Giuseppe was forced to defend Mystic Falls and its citizens from his sons, Stefan and Damon," Bonnie whispered to herself. She turned the page eagerly to see if there was another page containing pictures of the Salvatore family, but the next page was missing from the book. Bonnie sat back in her chair staring ahead, Stefan was named after an ancestor. It wasn't exactly unheard of, but he never mentioned being part of a founding family. The next page went into a story about the Fell family and she knew about them. Closing the book, Bonnie picked up her cell phone googling Giuseppe Salvatore.

"Bonnie," Caroline's voice distracted her causing her to jump.

"Caroline…what are you doing here?" Bonnie slowly slipped her phone in her bag.

"I was returning a book, but what's been going on with you?" Caroline whispered sitting across from her, "we've barely talked to you since the night of the party when you took off after the lights went on and off."

Bonnie shifted, "I'm sorry, I just needed some time with Grams. I just felt really weird after Professor Owens was killed. Did your mom say if they caught the animal who attacked Angelica and Professor Owens?"

Caroline pouted, "No and because of that, no one is allowed to congregate in the woods. I don't know what it is, but they need to catch it quick."

"Well it's not walking across campus."

"No…but did you hear?" Caroline lowered her voice and looked around to make sure no one was listening around them, "Angelica's neck wounds looked like two puncture holes…like a vampire or something, crazy right? They also said that Professor Owens' wounds looked like something tried to rip something out of his neck. Freaky."

Bonnie's stomach twisted into a knot, "Yeah…freaky."

"I mean we're not dealing in some kind of Twilight territory are we?"

Bonnie felt nauseous, "No, I mean, vampires? What's next werewolves?" she joked.

"Or witches," Caroline laughed.

Bonnie blinked, "Yeah…crazy."

"So tell me, what's been going on with you and Stefan?"

"Caroline, nothing. We're just friends."

"So you say. I think he wants to be more than friends and there's no reason why you can't be more," Caroline argued.

"So you're not mad anymore?" Bonnie smirked.

Caroline rolled her eyes, "No, you two would make a cute couple," Caroline shrugged, "and we're in college. There is always another guy somewhere."

Bonnie shook her head. Caroline could rebound like no other, "Well I guess that's one way to move on."

"Bon, it's college. We're supposed to be reckless and have fun—you should take a page out of my book and actually give Stefan the time of day," Caroline stated.

Bonnie bit her lip for a few moments, "Caroline, do you know where the Salvatore boarding house is in Mystic Falls?"

Caroline wrinkled her nose, "That big ole scary house on Peachtree Road? Why would you ever want to go there?"

"Stefan lives there."

Caroline's eyes widened, "Stefan is a Salvatore and he lives in that old place, I thought it was condemned?"

Bonnie nodded, "Well he lives there and apparently the Salvatores are some secret founding family."

"Hmm…interesting and his 'sexy' points just raised, please go to his house and see him," Caroline pleaded with her, "scope it out and maybe you can take a small step to having him make your toes curl."

"Thanks Caroline," Bonnie deadpanned gathering up her bags, giving Caroline a smile before heading towards the library exit.

"Hope she gets laid somehow," Caroline mumbled standing up and walking towards the checkout desk. She glanced down at her phone and before she could look up, she found herself colliding with a hard chest that smelled heavenly. She looked up and took in the appearance of the tall, dark and handsome man standing in front of her, "Oh I am sorry," she smiled, "I should have watched where I was going, did I hurt you?"

He looked down at her with a smile that managed to show most of his perfect, white teeth, "I doubt you would hurt a fly."

"You never know," Caroline answered coyly with her best hair flip.

Smiling broadly, the man went on, "Hmmm…well...I guess I judged wrong, but I am fine. Still in one piece," he gingerly touched his pecs as Caroline followed his hands.

"And what a piece it is, I'm Caroline," she held out her hand.

The man looked down and smiled, "I'm Laurence, nice to meet you."

"Since I ran into you, how about I treat you to a latte at the coffee shop?" she asked.

"Very forward," he mused.

"Well sometimes you have to be, if you see something that you like," she flirted.

"Well I'm intrigued," Laurence smiled, "I would be happy to have a latte with you."

Caroline beamed as Laurence joined her leaving the library.

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Bonnie drove towards the Illumination Bookstore in Mystic Falls. It was a place that her Grams frequented when she wanted to get herbs or books or liquids for the concoctions she came up with. The store always seemed to have things that were a little…different. She figured the store would have some information on the whole Salvatore family and what 'Stefan and Damon' circa 1875 did to get their family cast out of Mystic Falls history. She entered the shop causing the bell to chime and the creepy owner, Amyra, to appear almost out of thin air, "Hello, may I help you?" Amyra greeted her in a sing song voice.

Bonnie took into Amyra's almost translucent 60 something year old skin, arms adorned with at least 50 bangles and heavy blue and silver eye make up, "Hi…" Bonnie commented looking around at the weird items in jars around the store. She wasn't sure, but it looked as if Amyra was housing specimens of unidentified animals.

"You have energy radiating off of you!" Amyra exclaimed with great excitement and wide eyes, "you are Sheila's granddaughter aren't you?"

"Umm…yes, how did you know?"

"I just know, Sheila and I have spoken on many occasions."

"Uh huh," Bonnie stated giving Amyra a plastered on smile, "I'm actually here because…"

"You have realized that you are special?" Amyra asked eagerly taking both of Bonnie's hands in hers.

Bonnie could only muster a half smile as she slowly removed her hands from Amyra's cold ones, this woman was freaking her out a little, "Not exactly. I'm here because I want to know some information that apparently is hard to find."

"What kind of information?"

"Information about the dark arts that went on in Mystic Falls in the late 1800's. In particular, why the Salvatore family disappeared from town history," Bonnie followed Amyra over to the book section.

Amyra turned to face her, "The Salvatore family? Why are you curious about them?"

"Well because one of them is back in town and I noticed that there's not much about them around here. I read a book today about the real founding families and it claimed that the Salvatore family was involved in some kind dark magic or something. I want to know if that is true."

"Ahh…" Amyra replied thumbing through the books.

"My Grams is away on a trip and I just know that she came here a few times to find things," Bonnie shrugged.

"So you know?" Amyra asked.

"Know?" Bonnie asked.

"That you're a witch, that your family are witches…well the women anyway," Amyra smiled enthusiastically.

"Umm…yes, I guess. Do you see anything that will clue me into the Salvatores?" Bonnie asked not about to discuss her witch ancestry with this crazy woman.

"Bonnie, how can you just shrug off what you are!" Amyra beamed placing her hands on Bonnie's arms, "you can do amazing things. You have gifts that only us mere mortals could hope for."

"I don't feel like it's a gift really, but I'm dealing with it. I am more interested in what is happened with the Salvatores." The two men who had suddenly appeared in her life at different times and for different reasons, both generated the same bodily response. She had to know why—it tied into her powers, but how? She had to know.

"Right…right," Amyra turned back to the stacks of books and plucked one from the shelf, "here…"

Bonnie took the book, The Dark History of Mystic Falls, in her hands and searched the table of contents. She had no idea where to look exactly, "Tell you what, you can borrow the book. Take it home and read it. I hope you find what you're looking for," Amyra encouraged her.

Bonnie looked down at the cover of the book. Maybe if she found out what happened with the Salvatores, perhaps she could find a connection between the way her body reacted to Stefan and her powers. She needed to know more and this was the best place to start, "Thank you Amyra," Bonnie smiled placing the book in her bag.

"My pleasure," Amyra purred.

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Stefan sat on the edge of his bed staring down at the picture of Cristina. So many years she had haunted his dreams. So many years he wished that there was a way that she escaped the church and was searching for him. The moment he found out about her and Damon was a crushing blow; but he still believed that what they had was real. Cristina definitely played a game with them, but he looked into her eyes so many times and what he saw was real. She spent so much time pretending around everyone else, he knew that the only time she could be her real self was with him and that counted for something.

Stefan's fingers slowly caressed her caramel leg while they laid entangled in blankets. They made sneaking out to the gatehouse a regular occurrence and he looked forward to this time every week. Cristina's giggles filled the air and sung a beautiful song to him. Her beauty was unmatched by many of the women in Mystic Falls and if he could hold her in his arms forever, he would. His lips slowly met hers and she moaned his name, "Stefan."

"Cristina, I want to run away with you," he stopped kissing her and looked into her emerald eyes, "we should go North, where we can truly be together," he caressed her cheek.

"Stefan…"

"I know that it is a risk, but I want to sneak around no longer. I want to be with you out in the open," he proposed, "it can happen. You just have to trust me."

She shook her head, "Stefan, there are so many…"

"I know there are obstacles. I know how things are. I am well aware."

"Your father would have me murdered if he ever found out about us, let alone if he found out that you left home to be with me. I am afraid for my life."

"I love you Cristina," Stefan focused on her eyes while touching her cheek slightly, "and I will do whatever I have to in order to protect you."

She reciprocated his touch and stared deeply into his eyes, "I love you too and I believe you. Can I have some time to think about this?"

"A week, my Beloved," Stefan answered.

"A week…" Cristina stated before rolling over mounting Stefan. She gazed down at him with a smile as he placed his hands on her hips and guiding her to a slow grind. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as the feeling of euphoria washed over him. He leaned up allowing a deeper connection and captured her in a kiss. This was the woman that he wanted and nothing and no one would stop him.

"Daydreaming?" Damon's voice brought Stefan out of his memory, "should I leave you alone?"

"You could leave town," Stefan placed the photo of Cristina in the box on his bed and closed it.

Damon leaned in the doorway, "I don't understand why you're still sprung over her. She used us Stefan. She never felt anything about us other than sick pleasure by having two brothers panting after her."

"Cristina is the past and Damon, when will you accept that my experience with her was different than yours."

"She was spreading her legs for me and probably the old man too," Damon scoffed.

Stefan flew off the bed, knocking Damon into the hallway wall, "Let it go," he growled holding his arm up to Damon's neck, choking him.

"You're pathetic. When you're not chasing after her clone, you're thinking about her. Look, I'll tell you what—when I find her and I put that stake through her heart, I will bring her straight to you…you can get off over her dead body," Damon locked eyes with Stefan.

Stefan lifted his hands and twisted Damon's neck, sending him crashing to the floor, "Get off on that," Stefan snapped before stepping over Damon's body and walking down the stairs of the boarding house.

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Bonnie rushed into her bedroom at the apartment and dropped her bag on her desk. Elena and Caroline were both out and she needed the privacy to do some research on the Salvatore family. She was preoccupied with thoughts as to why the Salvatores were wiped from the founding family history and she had to know why. Maybe it was a distraction from what she learned about herself. Being a witch was foreign to her and there were moments when she could ignore it. Spending time with Grams over the last week had helped her. She knew what was wrong with her (or right, depending on who you asked) and it brought some calmness—but the Salvatore mystery peaked her interest. There had to be a reason why she felt weird whenever Stefan touched her.

She cracked up the book and began skimming the chapters, searching for any mention of the Salvatores. She went through the introduction and then the first chapter, her mouth was dry, she was so nervous about what she knew awaited her. She could taste it that this book would answer one of the questions that she hoped to find. She scanned the pages, the author went over the history of Mystic Falls; that it was thought to be a place that drew in supernatural forces. It mostly covered the presence of witches in Mystic Falls in the mid to late 1800's and how the town created a council to deal with the 'supernatural issue'. There were rumblings of possessions and the like. The members of the town's council were named. There was a Fell, Forbes, Lockwood, Gilbert, Monroe and a Salvatore. She looked down at the picture of the council featuring Giuseppe Salvatore. He looked like a stern man who would give out punishment as needed. She quickly went to the back of the book to find out whatever pages Giuseppe was mentioned on. "Pages 4, 7, 23-45…" Bonnie whispered as she flipped the pages to page 23. The title of the chapter was The House of Giuseppe. "That's dramatic," she wrinkled her nose. Her eyes began to scan the pages when there was a knock on the apartment door. Every inch of her wanted to ignore it, but since no one was home and it could be important—she had to answer.

She placed the book under her pillow and headed towards the apartment door, opening it to Stefan, "Stefan, hey…I didn't expect you," she stood in the doorway with her heart beating rapidly, "and how did you know where I lived?", she glanced out into the hallway.

"I saw your friend Elena on campus and she told me, I wanted to talk to you," he stated with a smile, "can I come in?"

"Umm…sure, sure," she moved out of the way allowing him entry, "I wasn't expecting anyone exactly."

Stefan stepped over the threshold and looked around, "It's ok. I know, I just wanted to come by. We didn't get to talk much today and I feel like some things were left unsaid at the party last week."

"Yeah, a girl running around saying she was attacked can interrupt any moment," Bonnie walked towards the kitchen, "would you like something to drink?"

"Sure," Stefan stated following her.

Bonnie reached up to grab one of the glasses from the cabinet, but it quickly slipped through her hands and fell to the floor, "Oh great," she sighed bending down with Stefan starting to pick up the glass, Stefan picked up a shard and it broke in his hand slicing him and causing blood to appear, "oh wow…let me get some peroxide and a band aid for that," Bonnie stood up rushing towards the bathroom. Stefan stood up and watched as his skin stitched back together before she came back.

"I'm sorry that 5 minutes into your visit, you got injured," she apologized setting down the peroxide and the Band-Aids.

"I'm fine," Stefan drew his hand away from her sight.

"Stefan, you got cut and there is no need to play macho man with me," she smiled reaching for his hand and seeing that there was no trace of a cut, "that's weird. There was blood, I saw it."

"It was a small cut, I wiped it away," Stefan shrugged.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "It didn't look that small."

"Bonnie, I'm fine and we can forget about the water. I'm ok."

She gave him a wary glance as they walked towards the living room couch, "So are you ok after what happened at the party?" Stefan asked, "I know that you were in shock finding Professor Owens like that."

She let out a deep breath as a flash of Professor Owens' body penetrated her mind, "I'm dealing with it. It was surreal for sure and they still haven't found the animal who hurt him."

"They will I'm sure."

"And they said that Angelica's wounds looked like a vampire bit her or something. They also say that Professor Owens' wounds looked like someone tried to rip something out of his neck. Just weird and gross and psychotic," Bonnie shook her head.

Stefan shook his head, "A vampire, that doesn't exactly sound like something that could happen in real life," he chuckled.

"No…it doesn't, but either someone is pretending to be a vampire or there's some animal out there with fangs that resemble a vampire's. I don't think any of those options sound fun."

Stefan agreed, "Wow…the things that happen here."

"Yeah…Mystic Falls has more secrets than I originally thought," Bonnie stated, "starting with the founding families, I found out today that there was another…"

"Another founding family?" Stefan asked.

She faced him, "Stefan, I know that the Salvatores are a founding family and they were stricken from the history for some weird reason." Bonnie watched Stefan's eyes and he gave her absolutely nothing. No reaction of shock or shame that he hadn't mentioned it.

"Well we did have some issues way back when," he answered, "not exactly something that we discuss at family reunions or ever."

"Yes, Giuseppe and his sons…Stefan and Damon," Bonnie went on watching Stefan's facial reactions, "Stefan…you're named after one of the shamed sons apparently?"

"Shamed?" he chuckled, "rumors are a horrible thing, Bonnie."

"Well I don't really know why he's shamed because the rest of the book's pages were ripped out. I guess your parents didn't care about rumors," she gave him a teasing smile.

"No they didn't because everything reported is not true. Mystic Falls had some definite bigotry going on," Stefan responded.

"Bigotry? In Mystic Falls…you don't say," Bonnie snickered.

"I'm sorry. I guess my parents didn't care much for rumors in Mystic Falls."

"But the funny thing is that I can't find out exactly what your namesake and his brother did. Do you know?"

Stefan looked over at Bonnie, "As far as I know, they fell in love and tried to protect the wrong woman."

"Oh love…let me guess, she was someone that the townsfolk didn't approve us and wait…did you say woman? Singular? Were they sharing her?" Bonnie asked trying to hide the obvious disgust in her voice.

Stefan ignored the definite judgment in Bonnie's voice as he answered, "The rumor is that she was a witch…" Stefan replied as a feeling of anxiousness overcame Bonnie, "and she was black and at that time, it was kind of clandestine."

"So they tried to help her and the rest of the racist ass townspeople vilified them for it…typical," Bonnie scoffed, "well I guess its not too bad you're named after one of them."

Stefan smiled, "Guess not."

"I never thanked you for coming to help me with the Professor Owens thing," she met his eyes, "that night is burned into my memory."

"I can imagine."

"You know Stefan, even though we haven't spent much time together…I think we can become good friends."

Stefan looked at her and for a few moments, he was staring at the woman who he had loved for years. Her eyes, her voice…so much of it was the same. He hesitated for a moment, before reaching over and placing his hand lightly on her cheek. He heard her heart beating rapidly in her chest and Stefan shouted internally for him to stop, but he had to know. He had to feel her lips against his again. Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned over and softly kissed her on the lips. Their lips met for a few moments and Stefan drew Bonnie closer to him by wrapping his arm around her torso. Bonnie closed her eyes as the seconds clicked by. She reached up to draw Stefan's face closer and she felt his skin near his eyes, it was bumpy…like his veins were raised. She opened her eyes and saw black veins surrounding his eyes and he immediately moved away from her, standing up quickly and turning away from her.

"Stefan," she replied standing up and touching his arm, "what…what happened to your face."

He turned around to face her and everything was normal, "You will forget everything that you just saw," he stated staring directly into her eyes and with a moment's hesitation and finally with a hint of regret he stated slowly, "and you will forget the kiss between us."

Bonnie blinked.

"Bonnie, I will see you in class," Stefan stated quickly and rushed to the door closing it behind him.

Bonnie stood in the middle of the living room blinking, "What the fuck was that?!" she whispered.

Stefan rushed to his car and slid inside covering his face with his hands. He allowed himself to lose control for a few moments and almost destroyed his friendship with Bonnie. His fist met his steering wheel, she was starting to affect him and he wasn't sure if he was talking about Bonnie or Cristina at that point.

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As soon as Stefan left her apartment and especially after the weird order he gave her, she rushed towards her bedroom to retrieve the book from her under her pillow. She flipped open the book to the chapter about Giuseppe Salvatore. She went through the pages, Giuseppe was married to Lily Salvatore (nee Belfour) and had two sons, Stefan and Damon. She eagerly flipped the page and landed on a picture of Stefan and Damon. When her eyes landed on the faces of Stefan and Damon, her heart skipped a beat and she felt nauseous. Bonnie covered her mouth to stifle a scream…the faces staring back at her in that book were faces she'd seen. Stefan was an exact twin of Stefan Salvatore who had just left her apartment and the other face, the one wearing an unmistakable smirk was the man that she saw on the road and in the library…his name was Damon and he was Stefan's older brother.

Bonnie's heart beat rapidly as she flipped through more pages. Her eyes fell on the passage that detailed Stefan and Damon's betrayal and later deaths. "The two brothers betrayed their family as well as the citizens of Mystic Falls when they were accused of by Giuseppe himself of aiding one of the targeted demons…a female vampire…one that had caused havoc to the small town," Bonnie read and then looked up, "a vampire…what? How is that possible?" she whispered sitting back and flipping to the index again searching for the word vampire. When she looked at it, she turned to the page, "In the early 1800's, Mystic Falls started experiencing unexplained murders. Originally thought to be animal attacks, the Council ignored the irregular occurrences until Sheriff Reginald Forbes came in contact with one. Vampires have unique powers. They never age. They are able to heal from wounds easily and have lightning fast reflexes…they may compel prey to do whatever their heart desires…" Bonnie read. She looked up as a cold feeling came over her, "Stefan…" she whispered before reaching over and grabbing her bag leaving the apartment quickly.

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Damon's eyes popped open at the sound of someone banging on the door downstairs. He slowly stood up from his place on the floor. He was hungry, pissed and murderous. His fucking brother had crossed a line snapping his neck. He would kill him when he saw him, for real this time. He marched down to the front door, whomever found themselves on the wrong side of his door would regret it and soon. He flipped open the door to reveal her. But it wasn't her, it was Bonnie. He could tell by the way her heart beat like a drum in his ears. He balled up his fists, "What do you want?" he asked.

"Where's Stefan," she entered the house looking around.

Her heart beat was causing her blood to rush through her body at a faster pace. He bet her blood tasted wonderfully, "He's inside…in his bedroom," Damon's eyes twinkled.

Bonnie rushed into the house and started for the stairs, when she realized that maybe this wasn't the best idea. She stopped on the stairs and turned around to Damon standing directly in back of her. The space between them was within a hair, he licked his lips, "Thank you for coming over, Bonnie."

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After leaving Bonnie's, Stefan stopped to get a beer and after downing it quickly. He headed back to the boarding house. Damon was possibly still unconscious and he needed to find a way to neutralize him for good. He parked his car and he immediately noticed another car in the driveway of the boarding house, "Bonnie," he whispered as he heard a scream come from the house.

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"Get off of me!" she screamed pushing Damon away from her. The area around his eyes wore the same veins that Stefan's had earlier and his teeth…they were fangs and he was strong, he was reaching for her neck.

"Oh come on Bon, just a little taste," he lunged at her.

"Get off of me!" she screamed again and this time, when her hand met his face it erupted into flames. He yelped in pain, immediately dropping the grip he had on her and grabbed onto his face thrashing around the foyer. The front door burst off the hinges as Stefan appeared and immediately pushed Bonnie away from Damon, who's face was smoldering.

"Get away from her," Stefan growled standing in between Bonnie and Damon.

"You think you can stop me now?" Damon charged towards him.

"Stop it!" Bonnie screamed loudly as the floor separated between Damon and she and Stefan. She glanced down at the floor and then at Damon and Stefan who stared back at her.

"Witch," Damon spat out as Stefan looked at her with wide eyes.

"Vampire," she whispered looking from Stefan to Damon.

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Caroline giggled in between kisses as he opened the door to his apartment, "This has been quite a day," he whispered in her ear, "and I hope it will be an even better night."

They moved over to the couch entangled in each other's arms as Caroline breathed out passionately. Laurence's hands were everywhere and she her body felt like it was on fire. She had never felt more pleasure than what she felt at that moment, "Caroline Forbes," he whispered placing his hand on her neck gently, "you will be a great help to me, you have entirely no idea."

Caroline giggled, "Mmm…I aim to please."

"I'm sure you do," he threw his head back before revealing fangs. Caroline's eyes went wide before Laurence plunged his fangs into her ivory neck, allowing her blood to fill his mouth. She screamed and he met her eyes, "no screaming," he ordered and she was immediately silent, "don't worry, you will live," he whispered, "for now."

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, mm yeah
(Who who)
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, mm mean it, get down
(Woo woo, woo woo)

Sympathy for the Devil, The Rolling Stones

Laurence is already placing himself in Bonnie's sphere, but does he know that she's not Celestine? He will use Caroline and anyone else he has to until he finds Celestine.

Stefan made a mistake kissing Bonnie for many reasons, but the secret of Celestine/Cristina is still floating around…what will happen between them now, if anything?

Damon tried Bonnie and he lost terribly. Will he back down or will he decide that Miss Bonnie Bennett is more than he bargained for?

Lastly, but certainly not least, Bonnie found out about the Salvatores. She's angry to say the least. What will she do with that anger exactly? Also, she's discovering all the things she can do with her powers…will she continue to be a good witch or will someone turn her to the dark side?

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