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The night in Mystic Falls, Virginia carried a deceptive kind of warmth—the kind that settled on your skin but never quite reached your bones. Darkness stretched across the town, softened only by the golden glow of streetlamps that flickered like they were holding onto secrets. The quiet hum of passing cars and the sound of the distant murmur of life, neighbors walking their dogs, laughter echoing faintly, and the pulse of music spilling from the high school where prom was in full swing was all gone. Only the crickets could be heard on the dark streets.
Bonnie could still feel the effects of the magic crawling beneath her skin.
It pulsed through her veins like electricity- warm, intoxicating, alive- making every nerve ending in her body buzz like it had been set on fire. Even now, with Elena unconscious on the pavement and Klaus standing only a few feet away, the whispers in her head refused to quiet down.
You could’ve killed her.
And the worst part?
Bonnie wasn’t entirely sure she wanted the thoughts to stop.
Earlier that night…
Mystic Falls High didn’t look like itself.
The halls that usually echoed with lockers slamming and half-hearted laughter had been transformed.
String lights draped along the walls, casting a soft golden glow over polished floors. Music pulsed through the gym, steady and alive, while students in glittering dresses and sharp suits filled the space with movement and noise. For a moment, it almost felt normal. Almost.
Bonnie Bennett stood just inside the entrance, her fingers instinctively smoothing down the fabric of her silk sage green dress as it brushed softly against the gym floor. The material hugged her figure before falling effortlessly, the high slit at her thigh revealing flashes of her smooth, chocolate-toned skin with every subtle shift of her weight. There wasn’t a wrinkle to fix, but her hands lingered anyway, a nervous habit she couldn’t quite shake.
She looked… beautiful. Effortlessly so.
Her lips were coated in a soft gloss that caught the light every time she moved, giving them a delicate shine that contrasted the tension set in her jaw. A subtle smokey eye framed her gaze just enough to deepen the green of her eyes, though strands of her curled hair kept falling forward, her slightly overgrown bangs brushing against her lashes and occasionally blocking her view. Every few seconds, she’d blink them away or tilt her head just enough to see clearly again.
Her hair fell in loose, defined curls down her shoulders that bounced gently with each breath she took, like she had actually tried tonight. Like this night had mattered.
And it did.
Or at least… it was supposed to.
A quiet exhale slipped past her glossed lips as her eyes scanned the room, taking everything in; the glowing decorations, the clusters of laughing students, the slow dancing couples, the illusion of something normal. Something perfect.
But Bonnie felt anything but.
This was her senior prom. The night she and her best friends had imagined for years.
And yet… nothing about it felt right.
For one, Jeremy Gilbert, her boyfriend- well ex boyfriend now was gone.
Dead.
The thought hit her like it always did, sudden and heavy.
Her chest tightened, but she pushed it down. She won't let the memory of her failure to save him ruin tonight..at least not right now.
And then there was Elena Gilbert. not the Elena she knew, not really. This version of her, with her humanity flipped off, was sharp, careless… cruel, if Bonnie was being honest with herself she was acting like a complete bitch. Everything had been chaotic lately and Bonnie couldn’t remember the last time she had truly caught her breath without waiting for the next disaster to follow.
Her gaze lingered on the dance floor a moment longer, watching as everyone else seemed to exist in a different world– one where tonight was just about music and dresses and memories.
Bonnie swallowed.
For them, it was prom and she wished that it was the same for her, just a magical and care free night. But it wasn't, and if she was honest these types of things were never her thing but Caroline (bless her heart) wanted her to come regardless and when Caroline wanted something, she always found a way to get it.
Bonnie’s eyes swept the room again, a small crease forming between her brows.
Where is Caroline?
The thought had barely settled before a hand tapped her shoulder.
Bonnie whipped around, a sharp inhale catching in her throat as her magic flared instinctively at the sudden contact but it fizzled just as quickly when she saw who it was.
“Jesus, Matt! You almost gave me a heart attack,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest, her glossed lips parting as she exhaled.
Matt raised his hands in surrender, though he couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips. “Hey, sorry, Bon. I didn’t mean to scare you, I just didn’t see you come in.”
Her shoulders eased slightly, tension slipping away as she let out a small laugh. “Yeah, well… mission accomplished.”
He looked at her over then, a hint of genuine admiration softening his expression. “You look… really amazing. Seriously.”
Bonnie smiled, warmth flickering through her despite everything, and nudged his shoulder. “, and you don’t look too bad yourself, quarterback.”
Matt chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as they fell into an easy, familiar silence—one that felt almost normal in the middle of everything that wasn’t.
“I actually came to find you,” he added after a moment, glancing around the room. “They’re about to announce the prom king and queen. I was gonna grab you and Caroline, but…” His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned the crowd. “I don’t see her.”
Bonnie frowned slightly, following his gaze. “Yeah, I don’t know where she is. I texted her before I came in and she said she’d be here soon, but…” Her words faded as she searched the sea of students, music pulsing and bodies moving under the dim lights.
It was hard to make anyone out clearly.
Until—
“There,” Bonnie exclaims, her eyes locking onto a familiar figure across the gym.
And for a second, everything else blurred.
Caroline stood near the edge of the dance floor, and wow—she looked stunning.
Her blonde hair was curled to perfection, most of it pinned back with a delicate, shimmering hairpiece that caught the light every time she moved. Soft strands framed her face, giving her that effortless, glowing look she somehow always managed to pull off.
Her dress fit her like it was made for her; a strapless white gown that hugged her figure before flowing down to the floor. The bodice was intricately detailed, covered in delicate beading and subtle shimmer that caught the light with every movement, almost like it was dusted in tiny crystals. From her waist, the fabric softened into light, airy layers that moved gracefully as she walked, giving her an almost ethereal presence under the warm glow of the lights.
Everything about her look was polished, intentional, perfect in that very Caroline way, like she had dreamed of this moment and made sure every detail lived up to it.
Perfect.
Bonnie and Matt started toward her, weaving through the crowd until Caroline finally looked up and the moment she saw them, her face lit up.
“Oh my god, there you guys are!” she said, hurrying over, relief and excitement mixing in her voice. “I was starting to think I got here late or something.”
Bonnie smiled, pulling her into a quick side hug. “I literally just got here like five minutes ago,” she said, pulling back to look at her. Her eyes dropped to the dress again, brows lifting slightly. “Wait… where did you get that dress? I thought you said you were wearing the pink one.”
Caroline froze; just for a second.
It was subtle, but Bonnie caught it.
Her smile tightened ever so slightly, something flickering behind her eyes before she quickly brushed it off with a small laugh. “Oh- yeah, I just, um… changed my mind last minute. You know me.”
It wasn’t convincing.
Not really.
Bonnie tilted her head slightly, about to say something else but before she could, the music abruptly cut out, replaced by the sharp screech of a microphone being tapped.
“Alright, everyone, can I have your attention please!”
The room quieted almost instantly, students turning toward the stage as anticipation rippled through the crowd.
“It’s time to announce your prom king and queen!”
Caroline’s posture straightened immediately, her attention snapping forward, while Bonnie’s curiosity lingered just a second longer, eyes still on her friend before she turned toward the stage as well.
She was going to let it go..for now.
As the microphone squealed and the announcer launched into a sentimental speech about “memories,” “friendships,” and “the bright futures ahead,” the gym slowly quieted. Seniors leaned into each other, some laughing softly, others pretending not to get emotional but Bonnie barely heard a word.
Because something shifted.
It was subtle at first— a ripple in the air, a feeling that crept up her spine and settled heavy in her chest. Familiar. Wrong. Dangerous. Bonnie’s breath hitched as her body stilled, and then her head snapped to the side, eyes scanning the crowd with sudden urgency.
And then she saw her.
Rebekah Mikaelson was walking toward them like she owned the night. She looked stunning and effortless; effortless in a way that would make even Bonnie slightly jealous. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face that held that same cold, striking beauty. Her dress hugged her figure perfectly, elegant and eye-catching in a way that made people stare without even realizing it. Behind her, three girls followed closely, their expressions just a little too blank, their movements just a little too in sync.
Compelled.
Bonnie’s jaw tightened.
Before she could react, Rebekah was already standing in front of them, her presence sharp and immediate. Her eyes slid to Caroline Forbes, completely ignoring the brunette next to her, as a slow, almost amused smile tugging at her lips.
“Tell me something, Caroline,” she said smoothly. “Do you really think you’re going to win tonight?”
The question hung in the air making the tension even more palpable.
Caroline didn’t flinch. She let out a small, dismissive laugh, crossing her arms slightly as she tilted her head. “Honestly? As long as it’s not you,” she replied sarcastically sweet, “I’ll be perfectly happy.”
The tension between them tightened instantly, thick and suffocating. Bonnie could feel it in her chest and it made her nervous and it showed in the way her fingers twitched at her sides, magic stirring beneath her skin again, ready..just in case. Rebekah’s smile didn’t fade, but something darker flickered in her eyes.
For a moment, it felt like everything was about to snap.
“And your prom king is…Matt Donovan!”
The announcement cut clean through the tension, and just like that, the moment shattered. The crowd erupted into cheers, the heavy air lifting as attention shifted toward the stage. Matt blinked in surprise before breaking into a wide grin, shaking his head as he was pushed forward through the crowd. Laughter and applause followed him as he climbed onto the stage, clearly not expecting any of this.
Bonnie and Caroline Forbes joined in almost instantly, clapping along with everyone else, the energy of the room pulling them into the moment. Caroline’s excitement was impossible to contain, her smile wide and bright as she cheered, while Bonnie laughed softly, letting herself get swept up in it but as the crowd was settling back down Bonnie’s gaze flickered, almost instinctively, back toward Rebekah Mikaelson. And there she was, with a small smile on her lips.. Almost genuine. Bonnie took another second before looking away.
Bonnie let out a breath, one that she didn't even realize that she was holding, nervously anticipating the winner. She knew some other girls in their grade were running for prom queen but in her mind there were only really two that were above the rest in terms of who might win and she hoped that whoever won, it wouldn't turn into anything more.
Caroline grabbed her hand tightly, excitement buzzing through her. “Oh my god, oh my god—” she whispered, practically bouncing as she watched Matt.
Bonnie tried to smile, but that uneasy feeling hadn’t left her.
The room seemed to quiet again, anticipation building as everyone turned back toward the stage.
“And your prom queen is…”
Caroline squeezed Bonnie’s hand even tighter.
“…Bonnie Bennett!”
For a second, everything stopped.
Bonnie didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Her name echoed in her ears, distant and unreal, like it belonged to someone else. “What?” she whispered under her breath, blinking in disbelief.
But Caroline was already shrieking. “Bonnie!” she yelled, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her forward. “Go! Oh my god, go!”
The crowd parted as Bonnie moved, students stepping aside, smiling and clapping as they made a path toward the stage. Her heart pounded with every step, the lights suddenly too bright, the room too loud, everything feeling just slightly out of reach.
This wasn’t how she thought tonight would go.
Not even close.
She hadn't even ran for queen! This wasn't her thing!
Was this a joke? She wondered as her body started to move, seemingly on its own.
As she passed by the dozens of bodies that were clapping and congratulating her as she walked by, just barely, a voice slipped through the noise—low, sharp, and maybe slightly impressed
“Bonnie bloody Bennett… of course.”
Rebekah.
Bonnie didn’t stop. She didn’t turn. But she felt it; the weight of her gaze pressing into her back as she kept walking.
And somehow, despite the anxiety, there was a part of her that was excited.
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