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Hours dragged into days. Days dragged into weeks. Weeks dragged into months. Seven to be exact. Seven months. It had been seven months since Angel had been taken. It had been seven months since any of the Mikaelsons had seen Angels face.

By now Angel was almost nine months pregnant, due almost any day. Currently, Angel was sitting Indian style on the floor, she really couldn't be bothered to get up onto the bed. Looking down at her bulging stomach, the young Salvatore let a now rare smile grows on her face.

After everything that had happened, happiness was a rare occurrence for Angel to experience. In the beginning, she had tried to keep her spirits up, she really did, but it soon became a difficult task.

Angel hadn't seen Bonnie since she claimed she would try and help her. She had determined that it was most likely just a ploy to get her to become more docile and resistless. Well, either that or something happened. Although, Angel would rather look on the more positive side of things.

Angels thinking is interrupted by a knock at the door, dinner she guessed. She had lost track of time, although she felt like it was time for dinner. Standing up from her position on the floor, Angel rests a hand on her stomach before walking over to the door.

Grabbing the cold doorknob in her clammy hand, Angel twists the knob and pulls the door open. Although instead of being greeted by the usual guard with a plate of food in hand, Angel is greeted by the sight of Bonnie.

Before Angel can open her mouth to speak, Bonnie cuts her off by holding a finger up to her mouth. A sign for her to be quiet. Nodding her head in understanding, the hybrid steps away from the doorway to allow the witch to enter the room.

"Bonnie? What's going on? Why are you here, now out of all times?" Angel asks as soon as the door is shut and the two are safely in the privacy of her room. Angel watches in confusion as the young witch paces around the room, a worried look plastered onto her face.

"I have a plan, but I'm going to need your help." Bonnie finally speaks after pacing around for about 5 minutes.

"Okay." Angel speaks before pausing, "But how can I help? I'm not in much of a position that could be much help." Angel would try to help to the best of her ability, of course, but she didn't know how she was supposed to.

"I've put a privacy spell on the room, so we can talk freely for now. Although we have to be quick before they notice my disappearance." Bonnies states, ignoring Angel's previous question completely. She had to be quick, all of Angels' questions would be answered shortly anyway.

Angel tries to ask her question again, although Bonnie stops her again by pulling out an ancient-looking piece of paper from the back of her jean pocket.

"I assume you realized Elena wasn't the only one keeping you captive. I'm sure you're aware that she is neither smart enough or strong enough to keep you here against your own and the Mikaelsons will." Angel wasn't aware of this, although she nods her head encouraging Bonnie to continue with her story.

"The people who are helping her are known as the Strix, a very old and very elite group of vampires. They were originally created by Elijah back in the middle ages, along with one of his proteges Aya. Only a few years after their creation Mikael and a small army of his killed almost all the Strix, causing Elijah to flee to safety and Aya to stay and fight." Before Bonnie can finish, Angel interrupts her with another question.

"If Mikael wiped them out, then how are they still alive?" She asks, oblivious to the annoyed look on Bonnie's face.

"I'm getting to that part, now be quiet and let me finish the story," Bonnie tells her with a sharp glare not to be trifled with, Bonnie was a frightening person when she wanted to be.

"After Elijah fled, a vampire named Tristan de Martel turned up and saved Ayas's life. Leaving him as the new leader of the Strix and after the whole betrayal. They are not very fond of Elijah, meaning they will do anything and hurt anyone to get back at him. Unfortunately for you, you are one of the only important things he has. And after being approached by Elena. They had the perfect opportunity, they can get back at Elijah and the whole Original family as well." Taking a breath, Bonnie finally concludes the story. Watching as a shocked Angel stares at Bonnie with an unknown look on her face.

"Why?" Angel finally asked after regaining some of her composer, a confused look on Bonnie's face causing her to elaborate. "Why would you choose to tell me all this? Why would you choose to help me when Elena had been your best friend for longer then you have known me?" Angel breathes out, hoping Bonnie will finally answer the questions she has been wondering.

"As I told you before Angel, Elena has gotten out of hand. She hasn't always been like how she is now." Bonnie tells the girl, a sad and far away look on her face. Anyone could tell this was a hard decision for her to make, and overall Bonnie had been feeling this for longer than anyone knew.

"Thank you." Angel finally says, "Thank you for helping me." She adds, still slightly surprised that she was helping her.

Bonnie doesn't respond at first, just staring blankly at the wall in front of her before abruptly standing up from the bed she had sat on halfway through the story.

"I have to go now, I'll come and see you tomorrow to tell you about the plan," Bonnie tells Angel. A tight-lipped smile on her face. Nodding her head once, Bonnie leaves the room locking the door behind her. Leaving Angel alone again, this time with more on her mind.

Bonnie wasn't one to let her emotions get the better of her, or at least she isn't now. She had to admit, just like Elena she had changed. And just like Elena, it wasn't for the better.

She remembered only a couple of years ago when she was oblivious to the world of the supernatural. It was just her and Elena against the world. Then, the Salvatore brothers happened. And just like a moth to a flame, Elena became obsessed.

Bonnie didn't want to admit it, but she always knew there was something, not 100% right with Elena. On paper, she seemed like the perfect girl. You know, the one your parents only wished you would take home to meet them. But in the end, in the words of Wilt Chamberlain, 'They say nobody is perfect.'

Walking into her bedroom, Bonnie shuts and locks the oak door behind her. Walking over the chest at the bottom of her bed, the witch pulls out a map of New Orleans. Setting the map down Bonnie pulls out a small vial of Angel's blood she had gotten a little while ago.

Opening the vial, Bonnie pours the blood on the corner of the map before holding both of her hands over it and chanting softly.

"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous." She chants steadily, opening her eyes to watch the blood travel around the map before it finally stopped and circled around 3 different points, all not too far away from each other.

Part one of the plan was now complete, or at least part of it. There were now only a couple more things left to do before she could get Angel out of the place she knew as a prison. There was only one cost to her plan, but it had to be done.

Elijah Mikaelson had to die.