#bilas

Silas is old and therefore powerful.  She has power too --- the kind that flows naturally through her veins and the kind that has polluted her.  She knows that nothing good can come from Expression.  It clings too much to dark magic and requires a black heart to see it all the way through.

Yet she knows it will help rid the world of the bastard currently living it up in her home town.

She watches Silas parade down the street, talk with Stefan’s friends, drive his car --- do everything that her friend should be doing.  He seems to take delight in twisting Stefan’s life on its head.  Those friends are pushed away.  The car is wrapped around a tree (Silas walks away without a scratch).  He is systematically dismantling the name of Stefan Salvatore and replacing it with his own.

He claims he is doing this because he is the original --- Stefan is a diluted copy that deserves the fate Silas has left him too (no matter how hard she tries no spell seems strong enough to track Stefan).

Bonnie throws herself into research.  She stays up all hours of the night, pouring over ancient texts.  She no longer has Professor Shane to guide her (unlike Stefan, he deserves his fate).  She pushes herself as carefully as she can, performing simple spells at first.  

She can feel something take root in her and spread to her limbs.  She knows whatever it is, it shouldn’t be a part of her but then she sees his face and forgets to push back at that invisible intruder. 

When Silas attacks Liz Forbes in broad daylight, she decides she has waited long enough.  She finds him lounging on the sofa in the Boarding House (just because it was Stefan’s home doesn’t mean it is his).  She throws everything she has at him.  She watches him twist and writhe in agony.  She takes pleasure in hearing him scream.  She thinks that whatever it is that is inside her is worth it as he begs her stop.

It is a fine line that she has walked and it finally snaps.

That thing, that evil thing that she should have stayed clear of, takes over.  She feels herself crumble under the weight of it.  She is powerless to stop it and for a moment her mind cries out.

Then she feels nothing but the pleasure of it. 

All that power.

She stands over Silas, who looks up at her with a sense of awe.

“Finally,” he says, sounding almost proud.  “I thought I was going to have to burn this town to the ground --- it took you long enough.”