February 25, 2010
Today was the day — the 150th Anniversary of the founding of Mystic Falls, also known as Founders' Day.
The device was still active, and even though the tomb vamps were dead, John was still determined to go through with his plan. I really hate that guy. Urgh.
Anna and her mother had left town yesterday, but I was pretty sure Jeremy still had her blood. So… what to do? Help the kid transition, or leave it to fate? He might turn, or — if things followed canon — he wouldn't. I'd leave it alone for now.
The Salvatores had, obviously, ignored my subtle advice to leave town. If they died, well… Elena would soon follow, because I wasn't rescuing her from Katherine. I'd try to avoid that outcome, if only to have something else to hold over their heads.
Katherine — yes, she was coming to play tonight. Unfortunately, she was going to play with Care, and I couldn't let that happen. I was going to be a witch guard dog, stationed right next to Caroline's hospital bed.
If things went as planned, the only dead body today would be the mayor. We didn't need another werewolf when Klaus rolled into town. Better he die now — I was sparing him the suffering of triggering the curse, really.
I strolled into town. Everyone was already celebrating. I ignored the humans and headed toward Dr. Gilbert's old clinic. It wasn't on fire yet, so I slipped inside and went downstairs.
"Where are the others?" John barked at a wounded Damon. Next to Damon was a passed‑out Mayor Lockwood. "When did you turn the mayor?"
"The hell you talking about?" Damon muttered, coming to.
"Where are the tomb vampires?" John demanded again.
I took the opportunity to make myself known. "Burned and dead, obviously," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Bonnie?" John asked, startled.
"No shit, Sherlock." I deadpanned, glancing at Damon. "You can't have a vampire barbecue without a witch."
"You have to leave — it isn't safe here," John insisted, reaching for me.
Before he could touch me, I noticed the Gilbert ring on his finger. I snapped my fingers — and snapped his neck with my mind.
"Finally," I snarled, walking toward Damon. "I thought he'd never shut up."
"Witchy to the rescue?" Damon rasped, still dazed.
"Yup. Now grab on — let's go." I hauled him up. He groaned in pain.
Also, I might have set the clinic on fire.
If John died… well, too bad. He only existed to keep Elena alive a little longer anyway. Not much would be lost.
Outside, Stefan appeared, frantic.
"Bonnie — you rescued Damon," he said, shocked. Jesus, Peaches, I'm not that much of a dick.
"Of course. Now he owes me again." I dropped Damon onto the ground. "If you want to save your girl's dad, you might want to hurry."
"What?" Stefan blinked.
"I might have left John in there to die in the flames," I said flatly. "Also the mayor."
Before I could say anything else, Stefan dove into the fire. I'd already diminished the flames a bit — lucky him. He emerged with John. The mayor was already dead, probably from smoke inhalation.
Which just proved the universe was trying to keep things close to canon — a werewolf, even untriggered, wouldn't die from smoke inhalation.
That's when I got a text from Sheriff Forbes: Caroline was in the hospital.
When given the chance to give Caroline Damon's blood, I said yes. Because like canon Bonnie, I wasn't prepared to lose my friend to a car accident. Caroline deserved a better death than that — better than a pillow too.
I always believed that while people couldn't choose where or when they were born, they should at least have the right to choose where and when they died.
Soon enough, we were told Caroline was resting and out of immediate danger. Elena and Damon left, Sheriff Forbes went to work, and I stayed by her side.
"Ugh… my head," Caroline groaned from the hospital bed.
"Want some drugs?" I asked, smiling down at her.
"Bon‑Bon," she said softly. "Why are you here?"
"Protecting you," I replied. "But seriously — drugs?"
"From what?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"There might be a vampire who might kill you and turn you tonight," I said honestly. No point lying — she knew me too well.
"You said the future you knew was already written down," she said carefully.
"Well… somewhat."
"And you said you couldn't change big things because it could impact the future."
I nodded.
"So what's my fate tonight?"
"I…" I hesitated. Should I tell her she'd be a great vampire? Should I tell her she'd never get the picket fence and big family she dreamed of?
"I'm meant to die tonight, right?" Caroline asked — and she'd already accepted it.
"Caroline, nothing is written in stone," I said. "If I stay here all night, you'll be safe."
"Tell me something," she said. "Will I like it?"
"Like what?"
"Being a vampire. Will I like it?"
"Immortality will suit you like a glove," I said honestly. "But you'll hate it in the beginning."
"Then go home, Bonnie," she said, giving me a small smile.
"Why?" I asked, stunned. I was willing to change the timeline for her — why was she accepting this?
"Because sometimes we're meant for things we don't understand… but eventually we do," she said. And it confirmed what I always knew: Caroline Forbes was no normal human.
"Won't you regret it?" I asked, sitting beside her. "Won't you resent me?"
"Will you still be my friend?" she asked instead. "Will you still have my back?"
"Always," I said.
"Then you have nothing to worry about."
Caroline Forbes was extraordinary. She didn't deserve to be killed by Katherine Pierce like a pawn. She didn't deserve to die just to send a message to the Salvatores.
"Close your eyes, Care," I said, my voice flat.
"I thought I was supposed to wait for a big bad vampire, Bon," she said knowingly.
"Do you prefer the bitchy vampire version of Elena or the wicked witch of Mystic Falls?" I asked dryly.
"Obviously you," Caroline said, settling back with her eyes closed and a big smile — her last human smile.
I closed my eyes and snapped my fingers.
Caroline's neck snapped.