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"I am strong," she whispered. "I can run with the night and catch the dawn. I can kick a hole in the sky."

But now, looking at herself, she was puzzled. Who was she? A Hispanic girl named for her mother’s Welsh best friend in college. A hunter-slayer of vampires who had kitten canines, a vampire twin, and whose group of friends include Stefan, a vampire, Elena, an ex-vampire-and possibly another vampire, although she was extremely hesitant to call Damon a friend.

He smiled faintly, just one corner of his mouth quirking up, and Bonnie realized with a thrill that it was a genuine smile, not the flashy one he put on for all sorts of reasons. This was just for her, and his eyes had gone soft and velvety for her, too.

Now that she had reconnected with Bonnie and Meredith she knew she could never go into the Darkness without them. They were more than her hands; they were so much more to her

With her sisters at her side, she was unstoppable. They all were. Together.