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Elijah left me stranded back in Mystic Falls. After the little rendezvous which left a dead body that I could look at no longer, he kindly took me back to the town and then left me, saying he had some business to attend to but that he would be back soon enough. I was thankful that he didn't just leave me back there, but now I had nowhere to stay.

Staying outside wasn't an option so I had to think of something quickly. There was Elena Gilbert – she would have been nice enough to let me stay but then there would be that constant presence of the Salvatore brothers who never left her alone and I wasn't sure I could deal with that. There was also Tyler who I had gotten along with quite well when Mason was there but he would ask too many questions that I couldn't answer – why didn't I go with Mason, why didn't I have a place to stay? I could have asked Caroline; I got along with her too but then there was her mother, the Sheriff. She would have been suspicious. That left Bonnie Bennet, the witch I saved the day I arrived in Mystic Falls.

So that was who I went to. I arrived at her door step soon enough, ringing the doorbell. I wasn't sure if she would answer as it was already late, too late for one to be awake but I hoped that she would. The bench in that park did not look too comfortable to sleep on after all. A few moments later, the door slowly opened revealing a sleepy looking Bonnie with messy hair and closing eyes. "Mia? What are you doing here so late?" She asked slowly. "Well, I didn't fancy sleeping on the bench outside so I was hoping you would let me stay here for a night or two. You seemed like the best option."

"Oh, okay. Sure. Come in." Bonnie opened the door wider, allowing me to slip inside. Relief washed over me as I felt the warmth of the house – it was quite cold that night and I only had thin jacket that did nothing to protect me from the harsh winds. The house itself was something I would have expected from Bonnie; it was warm and cozy with pictures of her and her family when she was younger plastered on the walls. There was a strange scent in the air, spices of some sort, but I somehow enjoyed it.

She led me to the living room, turning on the light so she could actually see me. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" She offered but I shook my head; I might have been hungry but I already asked for enough. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

"It's no problem." We sat there for a bit, before she stood up going to find a blanket and a pillow for me. To be honest, I didn't know what to think of Bonnie. I was angry at her for Mason, I was angry at all of them but then I couldn't help but think of her doing this – letting in a complete stranger into her house (which was completely foolish yet extremely kind) when she lived in times like these. Perhaps Bonnie Bennet wasn't too bad.

She came back holding a massive blanket and a mountain of pillows. "I wasn't sure how many pillows you usually sleep with so I just brought all of them. I'm sorry that you have to sleep on the couch – my dad just began redecorating the guest room." She smiled sheepishly and I felt my own lips curl upwards. "It's alright. It's nice enough of you to even let me stay here."

"You are my friend, of course I would let you stay here." She paused for a moment. "You know, I am sorry about Mason. I never thought they would kill him, but I guess what else could I have expected from Damon. Everyone around him dies."

"I know you are Bonnie, but I cannot forgive easily. All of you were involved, in one way or another and I cannot just let that go. Yes, you might see me as a friend but you shouldn't - in the end, if I get a chance at my revenge, I will not be on your side if you are on theirs."

The next morning, I woke up to an empty house. A little note was stuck to the fridge saying that Bonnie had to leave for school and that I could feel at home. Well, I didn't feel at home and refrained from touching anything when she wasn't here. I left as quickly as I could, feeling a bit uncomfortable staying at someone's house when they weren't there. My plan was to just spend the rest of the day somewhere else and come back when I knew Bonnie would already be home.

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