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Happy holidays @trixiegomes from @frostedgemstones22 Here it is! Without the requests for this secret santa, this story may never have been written, just on my ‘list to start’ forever. It is a multi-chap, it will eventually be E. Per my giftee’s request, Kol is in it now, and he wasn’t before, so I hope you enjoy that hehe. This is a Heathers!AU. I feel it follows the musical more than the movie, although I adore both! Enjoy!

Chaos Is What Killed The Dinosaurs, Darling

“First day of senior year, Bon! Are you ready?”

Bonnie was a million miles away. As her fingers traced the droplets of water splashing on the car’s window, her mind was anywhere but here.

Senior year hadn’t even really started, but already, it could go die in a hole.

“Bonnie!”

Bonnie jolted as Elena jolted her shoulder, hard. She startled, hitting her head on the top of Elena’s car, instantly snapping back to reality. Elena was grinning, as though she’d caught Bonnie doing something hilarious.

“Someone didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Elena teased. “Up too late stalking Kol on his Insta?”

“No,” Bonnie said quickly, face turning red, not because she was caught in a lie, but because she was half-way furious Elena was even thinking that, “And I wasn’t sleeping. I was just…thinking.”

“‘Bout?”

She hesitated. Bright and cheery Elena surely didn’t want to hear about the dark thoughts that plagued her mind. Her childhood best friend seemed always so happy. Empty sometimes, but at least happy. If only Bonnie were so lucky.

The thing about Kol? Entirely untrue. It was a misplaced minor crush more than anything, and someone Bonnie hadn’t even considered since freshman year. However, Elena just couldn’t seem to let it drop, even if Bonnie hadn’t shown any real interest in three years.

“I just want you to have something good in your life, Bonnie. Something beautiful.”

Ah, that’s what she always said, wasn’t it? Something beautiful.

Life wasn’t though, certainly not high school. It was hell and Bonnie was just one bad joke or another bully causing trouble away from checking out the rest of the year.

“I just…” Bonnie bit her lip, trying to decide if she was going to tell Elena or not. Elena pulled her old clunker into a parking space and Bonnie sat back, watching the streams of people converging at the front steps. Friends hugged after a long summer break, girls gossiped, football boys checked out the incoming Freshman.

“We’ve known most of these kids all our life, right?” Bonnie finally said.

“Yeah.”

Mystic Falls wasn’t very big. It wasn’t even a flyover city, it was a city left off most maps. Most of the kids here had been born and would similarly die here, something that Bonnie would kill herself first if that was the case. She couldn’t wait to get out of here, go on, do something. She wasn’t sure if Elena understood this. Elena, who as kind as she was, always seemed complacent with her place.

“I just look around and wonder…what happened?”

Elena regarded Bonnie for a second. She grasped her book bag, snorting lightly.

“What do you mean?”

Bonnie stared at Elena’s face, unable to answer. Not truly, at least.

“Do you mean,” Elena started again, “how did time go by so fast? I mean, it felt like yesterday, we were like six!”

Bonnie’s laugh was rough. “Yeah, E. That’s it. That’s it.”

Elena kissed her cheeks. “Oh, Bonnie! I knew you were a mushy-hearted one somewhere. I’ll see you in English.”

Bonnie sighed. Better allow Elena to think that sentiment than what Bonnie really thought.

What she was really wondering is when everyone turned into such unmitigated assholes.

They’d all been young once, as Elena had so unaptly realized. Bonnie liked to imagine that everyone was good, somewhere. She held onto this belief like a life-line. If she thought everyone was unsavable, then what was the point of any of these jerks she had to spend eight hours a day with? How could any of them be redeemable people if Bonnie didn’t think there was a sliver of goodness left?

As she dodged people who literally found her invisible, she kept reminding herself this.

Elena hadn’t been too far off, she supposed. They’d all been young once. Pure, unblemished, simple. The star linebacker had eaten paste, like it was candy, and they’d all played stupid playground games. No one had cared who was who and the biggest issue was who was going to sleep where at nap time.

And then they’d grown up.

Most people? Into monsters.

Some may argue that it was hard to be a monster by the ripe age of eighteen. To those naysayers, Bonnie would argue they’d completely forgotten what it meant to be in high school or they’d been so fortunate to never attend.

Most people were some form of bad. Most people had changed from their care-free childhood days, and not at all for the better.

Bonnie, on the average, thought herself a good person. She knew there were some parts of her that were unsavory (the dreams of darkness that came most nights, sure, or her judgey personality…) but she considered herself higher up than the majority of these a-holes. But, try as she might, she hadn’t figured out what was the big difference between her change and the entirely different change of her contemporaries.

“Just one more year and then college, just one more year and then college, just one more year…” Bonnie whispered his mantra under her breath as she shouldered her way through the halls. She kept her head down, mostly curling herself into a ball, trying to be practically unseen. Unseen was better than ridiculed.

Someone came barreling into her side. She lost her balance for a second, turning to see a kid skittering across the ground.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, offering her hand.

“Get away, weirdo,” The kid said, spitting at her offer. Which, was honestly? Not cool. If he was getting shoved to the ground, it wasn’t like he was in higher standings than her.

Though, ever since they, as in ‘T-H-E-Y’ decided they hadn’t liked Bonnie, life hadn’t been easy for her.

“Whatever, sorry,” Bonnie muttered.

As the kid scampered away with hopefully on some bruised ribs, Bonnie bit back a frustration. Life was so much bigger outside of these stupid four walls and wonderful things were happening every day. No, what had Elena said? Beautiful. Yes, beautiful things were a better way to describe it.

But Bonnie was stuck in here with people she feared would never, ever change.

However, the smallest part of her that was still someone who did care, hoped they may.

She managed to dig her way through the crowd of people to the locker of her best friend, Liv. While Elena may have been a friend for longer, no one understood things like Liv and her understood each other.

She was wearing what Liv always wore; something black, something fish-nety, something ripped. It was this mixture of gothic rebellion that landed her as the number one freak of Mystic High. Some kids were bullied because of their weight, or their hair. Liv was the biggest target because she was weird and dark and sharp on her sides. While lots of kids blended in, Liv stood out.

Which, to people with low-self confidence, was obviously an issue.

“Hey girl,” Bonnie greeted. “Is it sad it’s not even first period and I just want the school day to be over?”

“Nope,” Liv said, fixing her black lipstick in her locker mirror, “Hey, we on for movie night?”

“Of course, it’s a tradition,” Bonnie guffawed. The best way to fix the new-school-year-blues was with a movie night. Of course, now that they were older, it was more about bitching about their classmates and drinking wine, but it was still deeply cathartic.

“I got popcorn. You got a movie?”

“The Princess Bride, of course,” Liv said, pulling the DVD from her backpack. Bonnie smiled something watery at Liv.

“Even though we’ve seen it two million times?”

“Even then. I just like a happy ending,” She said.

Sometimes, Bonnie felt like she and Liv were two sides of the same coin. While Liv portrayed this idea of a deeply dark person, she was so unflappably light inside of her. She was someone who wanted to believe in the goodness, more so than Bonnie. Perhaps she needed it.

Bonnie was someone who, she thought in general, portrayed herself as an average person. It was only in the darkest parts of her mind did she allow the truly nasty things to shake loose. The doubts, the toxic whispers, the fantasies…things she wasn’t even sure she could tell Liv.

Liv closed her locker door. Her usual resting bitch face evaporated into something much softer, something deeply yearning. Bonnie didn’t even have to follow her line of sight to know where it landed.

“Liv,” She whined, “Seriously?”

Liv bit her lip, looking down, “What?” She bitched out, “I wasn’t looking at anything.”

A straight lie. She was making moon-eyes at Tyler Lockwood, star line-backer and complete dick. She’d had it bad for him since…since, basically forever. Tyler, of course, hardly gave her the time of day. Unless it was to make fun of her.

Bonnie supposed she clung to whatever it was, as weird as their interactions were. It was so obvious to Liv that she was wasting her time with this future gas station attendant, a guy who was going to peak in high school and never stop wearing his letterman jacket, but trying to convince Liv of this? Impossible.

“Oh god, he’s coming over,” Bonnie muttered, trying hard not to vomit, “With his little lap dog…”

Tyler was one form of hatred, but his best friend Matt was a whole other. Mostly because Bonnie knew that Matt was much smarter than he let himself act like. That, if he stopped being like this, he might actually do something with his life. They’d been friends once, in the way that everyone had been friends as children. While Bonnie had never liked Tyler, she’d hoped Matt would be different.

Her mistake.

“Hey Satan’s whore, sacrificed any bodies today?” Tyler asked cruelly as he passed, slamming Bonnie into a locker as though she wasn’t even worth the effort to bully.

“Eat a dick, Lockwood,” Liv spat out, but she didn’t mean it. Bonnie only hoped Tyler would never see through her.

“Tell me,” Tyler said, closing in on her, “Is it true you bathe in blood?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Fuel your jerk off sessions for the whole year, eh?”

Tyler snorted, “As if.”

“Liv,” Bonnie snapped as the bell was ringing. “We have class.”

“My god, she talks,” Matt crooned. “I thought you’d forgotten how.”

“Shut up, Donovan,” Bonnie hissed, grasping Liv firmly and pulling her through the crowd, away from Tyler and Matt who were cackling like hyenas, “God, I just…you need to get over him.”

“I think if he remembered what we were like before, he’d be more interested,” Liv said earnestly, “He’s just acting like that for the sake of high school. We all gotta wear masks, you know?”

“Oh,” Bonnie sighed, feeling sort of sorry for her, “he’s just a jerk.”

Mystic Falls High was a small enough school that Bonnie, quite unfortunately, knew every single person who attended. Even most freshmen, she had a good idea of their identities, so mostly the waves of faces felt rather monotonous. As she tugged Liv into their homeroom, she was expecting to see the same bored faces she’d seen every day since she was five.

But there was a new one.

In the sea of color and Instagram worthy first-day outfits, there was an outlier. Someone wearing all black. Someone wearing heavy things, much too heavy for the heat of Mystic Falls in early August.

He was ignoring everything. It was like he existed outside of the realm of his current sweltering classroom, like the people who were being too loud next to him were little more than flies buzzing around.

Bonnie was staring.

She couldn’t help it. Maybe it was because he was a new face. Maybe it’s because his attitude was intriguing. Or maybe it was something else that at this time she could not quantify, but she was inexplicably drawn to him. It was as though, on some molecular level, she recognized a similarity between the pair of them, even if at this point in time, she did not know it.

Or maybe she did. Maybe she knew it from his eyes.

She’d look back on this moment, and when she really thought about it, she’d recall how his eyes were so flat. Like two discs, but with no information on it. How they were hard, unfeeling, uncaring. At the time, she’d perhaps wrongly assumed it was a simple disdain for high school.

“He’s…new…” Bonnie muttered, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

As he turned, Bonnie felt her face flush. She was interested, and also rather, unfortunately, attracted.

It was her plan to ignore all things boys her entire time here, sans her unfortunate crush on Kol so long ago. Day one of senior year and already that was going down the drain.

“Oh, damn, right,” Liv said, smacking her head, “I forgot to tell you my cousin is transferring here. Who knows how long, but my mom thought it would be good for him to have ‘some stability’.”

“Your…cousin?” Bonnie echoed, brain firing to make the connections as Liv talked. “Him?”

She’d heard about Liv’s cousin once or twice in passing, but never more than a vague idea. She had no idea that it was a boy their age, where he’d lived previously, or even what he was called.

Instantly, she tried to shutter her desire for him.

“Yep. Offered to give him a ride today, said he’d rather walk. Weirdo. Didn’t know we had the same homeroom,” Liv said, completely uncaring.

Bonnie knew Liv wasn’t going to offer more up. She was dying for more information, but he was cloaked in mystery for right now, or so it seemed.

Bonnie’s name was always right upfront in terms of seating charts. As Mr. Tanner went through the list, Bonnie gave a wave of acknowledgment, though it wasn’t needed. She’d had Tanner for History all four years.

She could feel Liv’s cousin look at her. If only for a second, as he did with everyone. Or, so she thought. Maybe he was examining her longer because she was sitting next to Liv? She would likely never know.

She kept her head down, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Parker, Elizabeth?”

“Yep, here, here,” Liv raised a tired hand.

“Parker…” There was a pause. Mr. Tanner was squinting at the list.

“It’s pronounced Malachai,” Liv’s cousin said. His voice was silky, even, and dark. It sent a shiver up her back, “Pretty shitty name, wouldn’t you say? Dad’s been making my life miserable since day one.” His laughter was the only sound in the room as everyone sat, as though transfixed by him. There was something easy-going to his tone, though Bonnie saw right through it. He was the type that made friends easily but liked none of them.

“Let’s not make the same mistake. You can call me Kai.”

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Happy holidays @chriswoodfandom from @thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain! Hope you have a great day and an amazing 2020.

All the best people are crazy... — Mad Hatter, Melanie Martinez

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Blood in the Water

Happy Holidays @leianaberrie from @edomeilair! Notes: I was instantly intimidated writing for you as you’re such an amazing author for this pairing, and this is oddly my first time writing Bonkai. I hope you like this story. Set in a semi-AU ‘verse in which things play out pretty much the same in Mystic Falls except for season 6. The history of the Gemini Coven has also been altered, their merging ritual is a thing of the past and they have figured out a different way to arrange succession, so Kai was never in a prison world and may have slight personality disorder markers but did not become a sociopath in the way he did on the show. I’ve also aged him down, so he’s around 33 and Bonnie’s about 28-30. It’s all clear in the story, hopefully. I thought this was going to be 3k smut and then this happened. Might continue it one day, I’ve no idea. Mistakes are my own, and not beta’d. Anyway, enough rambling. Please have a wonderful 2020 and may all your wishes come through in the New Year! Summary: In which Bonnie’s going through a dry spell, and Kai buys her a drink. Or, Bonnie’s gotten pretty good at running but she hasn’t had someone like Kai trying to pursue her. Word count: 9k | Rating: NC17 (smut)

“Heard the new guy’s some kind of hotshot high warlock—from the Germanic Coven or something like that?”

Bonnie grunted in response to Emma as she hefted one of the heavier grimoires from her latest treasure trawl, peering at the first page which was written in Ge’ez script, a mix of Amharic and maybe some Arabic as well. She’d found that one during her sabbatical. A few months off teaching at the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted to visit a little town in the Ogaden region, right along the border between Kenya, Ethiopia and Somalia. She’d traced at least one thin branch of her family’s tree there, and the part of her that still yearned for roots and connection to a bloodline that was all but lost had inspired her to take the trip. There weren’t any people called Bennett there, of course. There wouldn’t have been a thousand years ago before Amaya, one of the few ancestors she did know, was born. But there had been a fleeting, intangible sense of belonging.

Even then, it still wasn’t home.

So, she’d come back, just as she always did, to the only place that she could claim much as part of her didn’t want to. Mystic Falls. The town she’d grown up in, lived in and died in (three times).

She despised this town with every fibre of her being, but she could never let it go for long. And she’d damn well tried, too.

After the mess with Silas and then the Travellers, and then the Heretics and the sirens, and every other supernatural disaster that plagued this hellhole, she’d taken Enzo’s final request to heart. She’d packed up her bags and left Mystic Falls to live her own damn life.

More like ran so fast not even a vampire could catch her.

Lucy let her stay with her down in Reno for close to a year. Her cousin had landed up there after running from Katherine all those years ago (and she was very relieved to hear that the rumours of the vampire’s demise were true, and she was free of whatever bonded obligations she’d once held), and settled in to run a swanky little cocktail bar, The Witches’ Brew, with a couple of friends.

Being with her cousin had been a true gift after all the years of feeling alone, like she was constantly under siege and at war. And that’s what it had been in Mystic Falls—it was only after she left that she started to realise it and understand. She’d been fighting for her life, or, more honestly everyone else’s lives for so long that a part of her couldn’t recall what it meant to just be. To live. To exist in a way that didn’t mean losing everything and everyone she loved over and over again. And always losing herself.

Maybe Enzo should’ve given her tips with that request. But she’d tried. She’d had to learn how. She was still learning.

That journey of learning had taken her to California to finish up her undergrad in San Francisco, then across the Atlantic to pursue a masters’ and a doctorate in Occult History & Linguistics. Her area of study had come with adventures and travel, studying mystical objects from occultic traditions and covens all the way from Scotland to South Africa, China to Brazil. She’d expanded her magical practise all the while—never joining a coven or anything but meeting practitioners who made even her, who’d faced down Originals, ancestral spirits and sirens as old as time, and mostly survived, tremble in awe.

Eventually, though, she’d found her way back to Virginia. A call from Caroline begging her to consider taking up a teaching position at the school she’d inexplicably founded with Alaric of all people.

Apparently, Damon had bequeathed his half of the Salvatore estate to him on his death—which came with a considerable and surprising amount of money. Nobody thought Damon was the saving money type. Bonnie smiled wryly at the thought. He’d always been full of surprises.

But he and Stefan had died together under the Armory, along with Katherine, which was poetic or pathetic depending on how one looked at it. Stefan had left his share to Caroline and so she and their former history teacher had partnered in a special school for supernatural kids. As far as Bonnie knew, there wasn’t anything like it—most supernatural species tended to stick to themselves for self-preservation or reasons of ancient enmities no one could remember the cause of. To start a school in which different species could not only co-exist but thrive was unheard of. To do it in Mystic Falls of all places was potentially stupid.

But they’d done it anyway.

Bonnie’d resisted the plea for a few years, reluctant to come back to a place that held so much… that held too much. Because when she had been in Mystic Falls before, it had felt like the worst kind of prison. Like being right on the ass-crack of hell. And the thing was, she hadn’t liked the Bonnie she’d become in this place. And the thought of returning made her afraid that she’d devolve into that Bonnie again. Sacrificing, dying, losing. Lather, rinse, repeat.

The tipping point came unexpectedly in the form of one adorable, chubby-cheeked toddler who happened to be her god-daughter courtesy of Matt. He’d settled down, a wife and three kids, the whole suburban dream along with a shiny star badge as the town sheriff. When he’d sent a message to let her know his second daughter, Lily Catherine Donovan, had come into the world and that he’d named her godmother, Bonnie hadn’t been able to deny the invitation to the christening.

Five years later, she still hadn’t skipped town except for her short trips around the world. On most days, she didn’t even regret that choice.

“What’s a High Warlock gonna be doing teaching at a high school? Last I checked that’s a full-time job.”

“No idea.” Emma shrugged as she munched on a packet of Lays and sipped on sweet ginger tea (a bizarre combination) while she watched Bonnie unpack her findings onto the oak desk in her little office. “Apparently the way his coven’s run, he and his sister co-rule or something weird like that. I’ve heard rumours about patricide, a sadistic secretive ritual involving bloody duels and body possession—which is why he’s coming in to lead on Defence against the Dark Arts.”

“After Vardemus, I would think Alaric and Caroline would pick someone ‘safe’, right? An instructor who won’t incite the students to use dark magick and set up a mini-Hunger Games in the middle of Mystic Falls.”

Emma snorted in amusement. “Well, I bloody well hope so.” She sipped on her tea and continued, “This guy’s supposedly legit even if he may or may not have slaughtered his family to become the head of his coven or whatever the real story is. They’re apparently ancient and super-secretive, I’m shocked you haven’t heard of them either.”

“Hm,” Bonnie hummed. There were a handful of covens like that, ones she’d learned about in her studies. The kind that had gone millennia in secret and only allowed outsiders to learn the truth of their practises, and even their true name, on rare occasions. Having never been a part of a coven, she couldn’t quite relate to the fuss.

She bent down to unlock one of her storage cabinets so she could start packing things. The rich sandalwood shone in the afternoon light, and she could smell the mix of that and the musk of old books. She suddenly felt very appreciative to be back here.

Her office was situated in one of the newer extensions to the school’s grounds, the space was great. High dark-oak walls and arched windows that let the day’s light in and opened onto a small terrace, which led to her own private teacher’s apartment.

She’d created something of a little green haven that spilled out onto the pathway. Pot plants and flowers growing in profusion (with a little magical boost), bright pink and purple petunias mixed in with warm yellow daisies and sunflowers, cool white orchids under the shade of a tall birch, a little pepper tree with shiny red peppers hanging in the air like commas and a flourishing herb plot for her cooking and spell-work, a jasmine bush that scented the night air with sweetness. And then other plants that had more… practical uses. Sage bushes, fragrant lithops that she’d received as a gift from witch-doctor based in a small town in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, yarrow to help staunch blood-flow and ease aches and pains, ginger root, belladonna and vervain, and so much more.

Tending to her plants was perhaps one thing that she truly missed when she was away on a trip. It reminded her of a simpler time when Grams was still alive, and she was newly-discovering the world of magick for herself, feeling the gravitational pull of the Earth and the power it held, infinite energy waiting for her to tug on it gently like tendrils and shape it to her purpose. Back when magick was about discovering a part of herself that had always been there, unknown and undetected. When it could make her smile from the simple joy of using it.

Times like that, she felt like she really did love Mystic Falls.

“So,” she said, picking up on what Emma had mentioned. “A murder-coven leader is coming to Mystic Falls, check. Sounds creepy and lowkey evil.”

“Yeah, well, with a first name like ‘Malachai’, I definitely agree.”

“Malachai?” That did sound kind of menacing. “You’ve met him?”

“Nope, Alaric, Caroline, Dorian and Cary and a few trustees did the interview, I just offered a thumbs up.”

“Hm,” Bonnie hummed noncommittally, placing the sceptre on the table along with a small pile of dusty books. She’d check them for any curses and hexes, and other latent magick and catalogue them in the archives over the next few days. “I think we’re about done.”

She’d come back to the school a few days before the end of Summer vacation to find out that Alaric had hired another witch on staff, which would make three of them. Emma’s work focused far more on guidance counselling and wellbeing of the student body in her role as Head of the Honour Council while Bonnie was the Head of Occult History & Arcane Studies. She also taught a senior seminar on Healing Magick for witches and Botany for all students—you never knew when you’d need to identify a random root or tree in the woods, one that could save your life.

In the light of the challenges they’d had with the Malivore the last few months, and the dark magick abuse disaster with Rupert Vardemus, Alaric and the Honour Council had deemed it urgent that the students get a better grasp on how to not only defend themselves against dark forces but how to harness offensive strategies, particularly with the student witches.

Bonnie probably had more experience than any witch this side of the country with fighting—or rather surviving the kinds of monsters the kids were facing every other week. But she’d declined when Alaric offered her the role.

She didn’t want any part of teaching young children, innocents, to go to war. Not in that way at least.

The New Guy could deal with it.

“So,” Emma said, stretching her arms over her head with a jaw-cracking yawn. “You and I, totally need to have a date at our favourite dive bar sometime soon, yeah? Give you a proper welcome back and catch up on all the good gossip.”

Bonnie smirked at how Emma’s British accent curled around the words, mischievous and with the hint of a chuckle. “Ooh, any updates with Dorian?”

“Oh, so many updates,” Emma replied with an expression that teetered somewhere between a grimace and a salacious grin. “But I’ll save that for your welcome drink because we’re going to bloody well need it.”

Dorian and Emma had been dancing around each other for what felt like years. But then there’d been the weird drama with hallucinogens and a kiss with Alaric, and they’d stalled.

“That sounds ominous. I, on the other hand, have no fun updates—I feel like I haven’t had sex since before Rihanna put out an album. And that was last decade.” Bonnie wasn’t a sex fiend by any means, but she was in a rut. A dry spell that was going onto a year now.

Her last serious long-term relationship had been Enzo, which was almost ten years ago. That sex had been great but always tinged with the tragedy of their circumstances. After he died, a string of random hook-ups throughout her time in Reno, then school and work. Two years ago, she’d been in a casual-something relationship with a witch two towns over, but that had ended when Nandi wanted to make things more official and suggested moving in together. Bonnie had high-tailed her way from that relationship so fast, she left tire-marks. A few months after, she found herself in Scotland on an excavation trip with one of her old doctoral programme friends, Domhnall, a warlock based outside of Glasgow. They’d tumbled into bed after some awkward flirting over the hallowed grave-site of one of his ancestors, which had been good fun for the three months she was there.

But after that, nada. No one. Zilch, zippo, zero on the sexual activities front.

Sure, a good conjuring spell and one of her vibrators did an okay job but there was nothing like having a warm, solid body on top of you or underneath. Nothing like tasting the salty-sweet of someone’s skin on your tongue, the sensation of tumbling over a cliff and having someone to catch you in that high. She clenched her thighs together as she tried to remember the last time someone even ate her out. That might as well have been in the last century it felt so long ago.

Bottomline was: she missed sex. Relationships, not so much. But the side-benefits? Hell, yeah.

Clearly, picking up on some of her internal suffering, Emma snickered and said, “You poor thing…. Well, you never know, maybe evil murder-coven leader Malachai will be hot, and you can hook up with him.”

Hell, no. Bonnie didn’t mix work with pleasure, especially while teaching at a school full of kids. She didn’t want any part of that kind of mess.

“Shut up, I know you’re laughing at me. You owe me an extra drink just for that.”

And she’d get one. Emma’s idea of a ‘proper welcome’ would involve the two of them, a bottle of tequila, bitching about their crappy exes and questionable dancing on whatever table-tops that could carry them.

“It’s definitely a date—maybe we can do next Friday? Tonight, I’m heading into town to see my god-daughter and catch a drink with Matty if I can tear him away from sheriffing, fathering and husbanding. Then I’ll turn in early and try get over this jetlag before the craziness of school starting up next week.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Kai hadn’t been in Mystic Falls more than ten minutes before he felt like he’d rather be anywhere else on the planet. Literally. Hell, he’d take one of his family’s awful prison worlds or a random hell dimension.

How had he gotten himself into this fix? He was the High Warlock of the Gemini Coven, one of them at least. Yet somehow, he still managed to lose a round of poker to his sister and with his defeat, came an absolute stinker of a punishment. He was the one who would have to accept the request to come to Saltzman’s backwater school for the gifted (seriously, did the guy think he was Professor X teaching a bunch of mutants or something) to fill in a teaching position for a couple months.

Normally, this sort of thing would be of no interest to the Gemini. But a mundane, running a school for supernaturals—an integrated school with witches, vampires, werewolves, apparently there was even a tri-brid and a phoenix, and the gods knew what else—in a town that was the closest thing to a real-life Buffy-esque Sunnydale hellmouth was cause for more than just interest. It was a blaring clarion call that required some sort of intervention. At the very least, a review of the operation.

As one of the oldest and most secretive covens in existence, the Gemini had always played a more… active role in maintaining Nature’s balance. All behind the scenes and under the table, of course. In the last century or so, that had diminished somewhat as other covens rose to the fore and the Gemini resolved all their messy internal power politics. But with the rise in supernatural fuck-ups over the last decade—a magically-created virus break-out in Atlanta, a tribe of vengeful succubi that had wreaked havoc all across California and down into New Mexico, the summoning of some really evil demons by a bunch of dumb mundanes with satanic aspirations, the Seelie up in Michigan attempting to cross over into this realm to establish a petty kingdom with humans as their slaves, necromancers in San Francisco, and so much more—it had become apparent that the coven needed to step up.

From the little he’d read of the file his sister prepped for him, shit was just as bad, if not worse here in Mystic Falls.

So, he and Jo had played poker to see who’d get sent to play teacher to a bunch of sniveling adolescents. And, he’d lost.

Disgusting. Josette would never let him live it down.

“Sir, can I get you something to drink?” a chirpy waitress offered, sliding the menu onto his table.

Kai gave her a wide smile, which had the woman blushing faintly and fingering the wavy locks of her bottle blonde hair, the way women tended to do in the face of his patented Parker charm. “You know, I’d like a beer and a burger. Make that two burgers. Are the fries any good? I hate a soggy French fry.”

“Everyone says we’ve got the best ones in town,” the waitress offered. The hair twirling was getting a little out of control. It was endearing if ineffective.

“I’m gonna choose to believe you. Hope you don’t disappoint me.”

One could only hope that even a spot as kitschy as this so-called Mystic Grill wouldn’t mess fries up.

“That’ll be coming right up, sir,” she said, simpering. “I’m Diedre, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Diedre,” Kai said, but didn’t offer his own name. Best not to encourage anything. He wasn’t here to hook up or get his dick wet with the first available woman. He would do his job, and in a few months once his assessment of the school and its teachings was done, he would get the hell out of Dodge.

Diedre didn’t seem insulted by his reticence. Instead, she bit her lower lip and sent him a flirty wave over her shoulder as she went to ring in his order, an extra sashay to her shapely hips in the tacky green staff uniform.

All of it left him cold. It wasn’t that Kai didn’t have a functioning libido. He’d had lovers, and some of them had even been girlfriends. But none of them stuck. And, to be honest, he didn’t want them to. Why tie himself down to one woman like that? He had a coven to run and a world to safeguard, he didn’t have time for relationships and all the drama that came with them.

He’d done some exploring earlier in the day to get acclimated, dropping his bags off at the town’s best-rated guesthouse. He would stay there for a couple of days before checking in directly at the Salvatore School where Saltzman had staff apartments on the premises.

From his investigative walk around town, he already spotted at least twelve psychic ruptures, scars left behind on the land or in buildings that told a story of powerful, and incredibly dark magick here. Like, the kind of magick that tore entire dimensions apart. There had supposedly been some kind of ‘council’ that worked to combat the supernatural forces that plagued the town but that was now defunct. Unsurprising. A bunch of humans banding together to fight vampires and wolves and other things that went bump in the night was a recipe for disaster. Kai was almost baffled at how this place managed to stay standing this long.

This wasn’t even the first time he’d visited Mystic Falls. A long time ago when he was about eight, he’d come here with his mom to visit an old coven ally by the name of Sheila Bennett. He’d planned to renew the acquaintance, which wouldn’t be too weird after twenty-five years. Or at least say ‘hi’ to her but apparently, she’d passed on some years ago.

He couldn’t remember much about Sheila Bennett except that she’d had a warm smile, and her hands had held a warm current of magic that felt like the colour orange. And she hadn’t treated him like a weird baby demon just because he had siphoning abilities. Even then, at age eight, his family and the witches in the coven had acted like he was evil. Anathema. Abomination.

The only thing that probably saved him from being drowned in a tub like some runty feral cat was that he’d also been born with some innate magick of his own. It wasn’t as strong as Josette’s at the time, nor when they were growing up—their merging ritual as high warlocks had helped with that, strengthening both of their magical signatures—but he’d had some at least. It meant people only called him ‘freak’ in quiet whispers behind his back rather than right to his face.

On the plus side, a few decades ago, he wouldn’t even have been allowed to become high warlock. Before the 1920s, the Gemini leadership succession process had been nothing short of medieval—a brutal merging of twins when they came of age that killed one and left the other with the soul of their sibling rattling in their heads. It had driven more than a few high warlocks crazy.

Even worse, back then the life of the head of the coven was linked to every single member. So, if they went kaput, so would thousands of other people. Truly insane. Add a siphoner to the mix, and the coven would’ve gone extinct in no time.

Thankfully, the Gemini decided to join the rest of the world in the twentieth century and abolish the practice. His great aunt Esme and her brother, Edward, had established a co-leadership tenure where the twin heirs would only merge magick with each other, garnering more potency from the rest of the coven. Each leader would also receive a range of sigils, tattooed with ink made from a mix of white oak, unicorn blood and all sorts of yummy things, and special talismans to augment their strength and skills and enable them to lead with power and might. In other words, it enabled them to lay down the law with a hard fist whenever the coven-folk got too unruly.

So really, the way he’d grown up was lucky. In the olden days, he’d have been killed or tossed in a prison world without a second thought.

Sighing, Kai slurped on his ice water, and played with the grey watermark his glass had made on the table. It was hard to think of himself as lucky but if he thought any other way, he’d be a lot sadder. Probably.

Growing up, he had been separated from the rest, never allowed to touch or simply hug most of his siblings for fear that he’d steal their magick. His father had never really understood that Kai had figured out how to control his siphoning skills by the time he reached ten years of age. If it wasn’t for Jo, the one person he was truly close to, he might’ve broken completely. Gone certifiably insane by age twenty-two. Likely would’ve tried to off the lesser twins, Liz and Luke, who were a full twelve years younger than him and total brats.

“Here you go, sir,” Diedre said, her bright voice cutting through Kai’s dark memories. A welcome interruption. He thanked her and tucked in immediately.

The burger was okay, the beer passable, the chips pretty damn decent. But it was the dessert, a chocolate mousse and a strawberry jelly pot (he’d asked for the latter specifically, he’d always loved a good pot of jam) that really hit the spot. He was in the middle of dipping his finger into the jelly pot to clean out the last few bits of sweet, gooey goodness when the woman walked in.

Now Kai was no poet. Nor was he the kind of person who considered himself a romantic. It just wasn’t his thing. So, when she walked in, his first thought was that she was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. All shoulder length curls, tawny skin and her wide lips open mid-laugh as she scanned the restaurant for a place to sit with her date. His second thought, as his eyes traced the way her jeans clung to her hips, the heeled boots and the plump curve of her breasts under the simple scoop-neck sweater that bared one of her dusky-gold shoulders was that he wanted her.

From zero to one hundred, just like that.

He studied her and her companion closely. He didn’t make a habit of horning in on taken women—too much drama. But he might be inspired to make an exception for her. They were giggling at some picture they were looking at as they settled in at the bar, and the guy, a blond beefcake who moved like a cop slapped her shoulder in a way that was decidedly platonic.

At least Kai hoped so.

They didn’t do any of the usual couple things like kiss or place hands on thighs for a quick grope, so he was probably right. Signalling Diedre, Kai made the snap decision to buy the beauty a drink.

Maybe Mystic Falls wouldn’t be such a miserable shithole after all.

“Deacon, could we get some drinks to go with our dessert?”

“Sure, sweet thing—the usual?”

Bonnie smiled at the wizened bartender with a nod. Deacon had been serving drinks at the Grill for as long as she could remember. She could recall seeing him with his lank shoulder-length steel grey hair, balding at the front, and his arms covered in fading wrinkled tattoos, a pair of spectacles perched on his nose all the way from her high school days. When Matt had come on staff as a waiter before he went off to police training, the old man had been tending the bar then, too.

As Deacon slid her tumbler of whiskey towards her, he waved off the card she was reaching for in her purse. “Your drink’s courtesy of the man by the jukebox over there.”

Surprised, Bonnie could only mumble a thanks as she shoved her credit card into her wallet.

Matt swivelled to see who he was referring to before turning back to hunch over the one nightcap beer he would allow himself before heading home to his family. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

Bonnie glanced over at her new drink sponsor, and her breath caught in her throat. Even from this distance, she could tell he was gorgeous. The kind of man Caroline would describe as a tall drink of please rearrange my insides with your dick. And Caro was a vampire, it would take a lot to rearrange her innards. So, if she was begging for that kind of thing, you knew it was serious.

He wore a simple t-shirt, the arms of which bunched around almost absurdly muscular arms that bore a few inky-black tattoos. A heavy smattering of stubble covered his lower jaw and he was in the middle of finishing off what looked like… a pot of strawberry jelly? Which was, honestly, kind of odd but if the way he was licking his red-stained forefinger while he stared at her was anything to go by—it was something she could maybe get behind….

She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry.

“Oh god, please don’t do this right in front of me, Bon. I just ate dinner, and I’d like to keep it in my belly.”

Matt’s disgruntled voice pulled her away from the contemplation of the generous stranger. “What? I did nothing!”

“I’ve known you since we were kids, I think I can tell when you’re… hitting on some guy,” he said with a disgusted grimace. “It’s like watching my little sister trying to get some.”

“Go away, I was just observing my… benefactor.”

“I don’t know, the two of you kind of looked like you were both trying to take each other’s clothes off with your minds. Which, you could probably do, since you’re a witch. Again, a visual that I don’t need. Ever.”

Rolling her eyes at one of best friend’s dramatics, Bonnie turned away from eye-fucking the man across the room. “Why do I feel like you’ve gotten so much more dramatic as a father? You were never this melodramatic in high school, Matt.”

He chuckled. “Trust me, when you have three kids under the age of ten and another on the way, it’s almost impossible to not be dramatic.”

She couldn’t argue with that.

An hour later, in the wake of Matt’s departure, Bonnie decided to linger. She had nowhere to rush to, after all. And she liked the relative peace of enjoying her Bourbon alone. The tingling sensation of a heavy gaze from somewhere behind her had absolutely nothing to do with it. She straightened her back, stretching out the kinks, and crossed her legs, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Just as she signalled the bartender for another refill, a tall body slid onto the stool beside her. Bonnie kept her gaze trained ahead but felt her lips curl in a half-smile. Still got it, apparently.

“I’ll still cover whatever the lady’s having. And another beer for me, thanks.” His voice was deep with a hint of gravel that slithered up her spine with just those few words.

“Well, thank you—,” she turned to face him with an expectant lift of her brow.

“Kai,” he said with a charming smirk. This close, Bonnie could see his eyes shimmer almost indigo blue and the strong cut of his jaw beneath the thick stubble. It’s like he was hand-crafted to appeal to so many of her personal tastes. “Does the lady have a name?”

“Bonnie,” she responded, reaching out to shake his hand in greeting. She noted absently that it was a good hand, firm with a few calluses, long fingers that made her have a few fleeting sinful thoughts. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he said, tilting his head at her, his fingers tightening around hers as they held on, a shade too long.

Mid-shake, Bonnie froze as a psychic flash—just a glimpse—flickered in her mind. Two bodies intertwined against an oak-panelled wall, lights winking, naked and damp with sweat, her face thrown back mid-scream while the man in front of her thrust hard, his arms holding her up with ease and evidently doing the thing Caroline would definitely approve of.

Gasping, she blinked. She didn’t get premonitions often, and when they did come, they were mere flashes, often warnings of something shady on the horizon. But that one? If her magick was warning her about anything, then she’d like to thank it. Very much.

She shook her head, clearing her throat and tried to cover the awkward pause in conversation while Kai watched her with an intensity that made her feel oddly exposed. “You don’t sound like you’re from around here, Kai.”

He shook his head. “Recent transplant from Oregon, just for the next few months. Been on the grind with my work—it’s a family business. And figured I’d come and try something different from the other side of the country for a while.”

“You willingly opted to come to Mystic Falls to try ‘something different’?” Bonnie asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice. Despite being a magnet for every random supernatural with delusions of grandeur, Mystic Falls was just as bland and boring a small town as it had been in her youth. Steeped in dubious traditions, to boot. Not the kind of place for a hot mundane to find anything ‘new’, really.

He chuckled at that. “What can I say? It’s one of those unavoidable family obligations. Besides, these small towns can be surprising with the hidden treasures they have to offer. After all, before I came here, I had no idea I’d find someone as beautiful as you in this dinky little town. This was definitely a surprise.” He sent her a salute over the rim of his beer bottle, his lips slick and pink with the alcohol. He had nice lips, firm and just the right amount of pout. She’d always been a sucker for a man with a good mouth.

“Wonder what other delights Mystic Falls has for me to… try out.”

His gaze slid down to her feet and back up in a heated elevator sweep that made Bonnie shiver. Just a bit.

The line wasn’t great. It was plain terrible. But it made her smile anyway because she appreciated frank flirtation, and the even franker invitation in those midnight blue depths.

Taking a sip of her whiskey, Bonnie met his gaze from under her lashes, nibbling on her lower lip. She noted the way his eyes followed that movement, his pupils dilating, black crowding out the blue.

“Maybe I’ll have to help you find out.”

She was like lightning, struck him stupid-dumb with just one kiss. The honeyed tang from the whiskey she’d drank and a hint of dark chocolate, a sweetness that was addictive already. Had been from the second he’d licked into her mouth as their Uber drove off a few minutes before, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

Kai couldn’t get enough as he pushed her back into the nondescript-white door of his hotel room, one of her slender legs wrapped around the back of his, her boot-heel digging into his calf while he notched his hardening length between her thighs.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he kissed his way along her sharp jaw. His dick wanted in to the tell-tale heat he could feel even through her jeans. Wanted to bury itself so deep, he wouldn’t be able to find his way out for at least a decade. He grinded his groin against hers in a rhythm that made them both groan. He was an impatient man on the best of days. If he could spell their clothes away without rousing some questions, and fuck into her now, he totally would.

But that wouldn’t be enough with Bonnie. He’d just met her, and he wanted more than a quick fuck. No, he wanted to savour her. Take the time to do a little prospecting on this landscape of treasure standing in front of him. He wanted her screaming his name, and begging for it, for him. Only then would he fuck her.

For now, they needed to lose the clothes. Stat.

Bonnie tilted her head to the side to grant him access, whimpering when he clamped his teeth on her, rough just the way she loved. It would leave a mark. It had been far too long since anyone had marked her, and her pussy clenched in anticipation for the other bruises this man would give her by morning.

She skated her hands down his back, the bunched muscles there deserved to be explored without the leather jacket and t-shirt as barriers. She did just that, sneaking under his clothes to get at the warm, smooth skin underneath, scraping her fingernails along his spine.

He liked that, she could tell, a rumbling sound emanating from deep in his chest that she felt right down to the tips of her toes.

Every nerve-ending set ablaze as Kai did his best to nose his way through her sweater. Shoving him backwards, she reached down to shuck the thing off—tugging his head back so he could carry on. She was grateful she’d foregone a bra tonight because faster than she could blink, Kai’s tongue was swirling around her puckering nipples, suckling.

Arching into his hungry mouth, Bonnie moaned and then cried out as he let go. Before she could complain, he was moving lower, his lips fluttering along her belly, tongue dipping into her navel, an act that was vaguely ticklish and prompted a breathy snicker.

Within a minute, he was nudging her jeans down to her ankles, helping her kick off her boots and leaving her leaning against the door in nothing but a silky ivory thong. She parted her thighs instinctively, already dripping for him. She watched with hooded eyes as he threw his jacket aside and took off his shirt. His shoulders were broad and the tattoos she’d glimpsed earlier marked the left one with an ink that seemed to almost glow in the dark. Hot.

Kai paused then to look at her, and the glint in his eye had her pussy clenching. He looked the way he had earlier when she’d seen him sucking his fingers clean of that strawberry jelly. He’d been thorough then.

As he lifted her left leg to rest it on his shoulder, baring her to his gaze, and peeled her thong to the side so he could then lean up to nuzzle her, she had no doubts he’d be just as thorough now.

Bonnie hissed at the first touch of his mouth on her clit, a petal-soft kiss on the stiffening nub. Kai flattened his tongue against it and then swiped further down to her lower lips, moaning as he did it like he’d just discovered his favourite ice cream. Then he went in, spearing into her opening, licking inside her and stealing every drop of her arousal.

Bonnie yanked at his hair, uncaring whether she was hurting him or not, she just wanted him closer. Practically smothering him with her pussy, she could feel an orgasm rushing towards her already.

Fuck. She really had missed this.

When he entered her with one of those thick, elegant fingers and then another, curling them upwards as if to draw that orgasm out of her, she straight up quivered.

“Oh god,” she purred, head bumping back against the door, delirious. “Right there.”

“It’s Kai, actually,” he murmured right up against her clit.

Any other time, she would have said something snarky to meet that cockiness halfway.

But this time, she came with a shocked gasp, her wetness seeping out and making a mess out of Kai’s face. He drank it all down, not letting a single drop go to waste, his tongue curling at her nub as she rode his face through the high. When she grew too sensitive, she had to shove him away, her legs trembling so hard she thought she might collapse on the floor.

Kai reluctantly tumbled onto his ass when Bonnie pushed him away. Even now, he wanted to burrow his face in her cunt and keep eating her out, to drown himself in her essence like a glutton.

His dick had other ideas though, clamouring against the zipper of his jeans for relief. He cupped himself through the material, trying to calm himself down. But then Bonnie slapped his hands away and did it for him, massaging him before her fingers made quick work of freeing him.

When she started stroking him, from root to tip, learning the size and weight of him, Kai thought he’d come right there. Shoot like a fourteen-year-old boy watching porn for the first time. He dug his hands into the carpeted floor underneath him, canting his hips into her hands. Then she ducked down to swirl her tongue over the leaking crown of his cock, and he knocked his head back on the floor. He almost lost it when she took him into her mouth, doing her best to swallow all of him and falling just a couple inches short. What she couldn’t fit in her sweltering-hot mouth, she fisted with her hand.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kai couldn’t help but mutter. The woman was driving him crazy.

She drew off then with a mischievous giggle, her hand still stroking him. “It’s Bonnie, remember?”

Before he could retort, she was crawling up his legs with a condom in hand—where she’d gotten that, Kai didn’t even know or care. He just wanted her to get the thing on and sit on his cock.

She didn’t need him to beg for it, although he would’ve been willing. Soon she had him covered up, and then she was rubbing his cock-head against the furrow of her entrance. When she started to lower herself, they both yelled.

She was tight. So tight, it almost felt like she was strangling his dick on her way down.

He watched her face, the concentrated way she bit on her lower lip as she took him in, inch by agonising inch. The slight wince as her pussy-lips flowered to accept his girth, the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he bottomed out—her tits, still dewy from his kisses, shimmered in the room’s dim lamp-light. He looked down at where they were joined, at the way his cock split her open, and how slick she was, her thighs and even his, shiny with it.

He committed the sight to memory.

She started riding him then, rocking in sinuous circles with a dancer’s grace and power. Kai gripped her hips, his fingers dug into her plump ass, fucking her with as much fervour as she did him.

Neither of them would last long this time, he knew. He didn’t give a shit.

Slipping one hand down between them to strum at her clit, he bent his knees so he could jackhammer upward.

“Oh god, oh god, oh yes—shit—Kai…. Mhm, yes, please…. More.”

Her voice rose in pitch with each word. And Kai spurred her on, his free hand drifting up her sternum to wrap loosely around her neck as she fucked herself on his dick like she’d been born for it.

“You feel so good, Bon. So tight. Fuck, baby—. You wanna come for me?” He was babbling, now. “Come on, for me, I want to see you come for me—”

She pressed one of her hands over his, making his fingers squeeze a little tighter against her jugular, the thrum of her pulse hitched under his palm as she sped up, her hips stuttering as they both hurtled to the edge.

He pinched her clit and that did it.

She wailed, so loud that the sound echoed around the room. Her inner muscles convulsed around his cock and he could feel the wet gush of her pleasure against his loins. That sensation set him off, his balls tightening up and then releasing come in heated spurts.

Kai growled with it, his hips jolting her on his lap as he kept coming until he wondered if the condom would hold it all.

She collapsed into him, and they both lay there on the floor, panting and spent and unable to move.

So maybe Bonnie did have the best sex of her life with a virtual stranger two nights ago. Just kind of sucked that she wouldn’t be having any of that again.

She’d snuck out of Kai’s hotel room at some point in the early hours of the morning. Not before they’d managed to fuck two more times—eventually making it to the bed. Kai’d also woken her at around 3AM with his face buried between her thighs, eating her out like she was his Last Supper. She’d nearly blacked out from that orgasm, only just managing to give him a sloppy hand-job until he came in a splooshy mess against her hip.

Clenching her thighs in remembered pleasure, she couldn’t help but wonder wistfully if she should’ve waited a couple of hours for a repeat. Maybe even hung around and exchanged numbers. After all, he was supposed to be in Mystic Falls on his family business for a few months, maybe they could’ve set up a regular thing.

But old instincts died hard. A part of her didn’t want to face the awkwardness those kinds of encounters tended to bring in the cold light of day.

And, truth was, she hadn’t been so… uncontrolled with anyone in a long time. Kai’d had her so feral with lust that she’d summoned a condom from a drugstore down the street, too desperate to hop on his dick to pause and ask him if he had one in his wallet. That sort of thing, flashing her powers in front of mundanes, was something she would never ordinarily risk. Clearly Kai and his magical penis were dangerous.

So, she’d cut and run. One of her best life skills apparently.

Sighing, she couldn’t help smirking to herself. That night would be one for the record books, for sure. At least she’d have plenty of inspiration when she rang the proverbial devil’s doorbell. She had a feeling she’d be bringing herself off to Kai’s memory for a long while.

And, she’d have something fun to update Emma with when they went out for drinks in a few days.

For now, she needed to pull herself together. “Stop thinking with your vagina, Bonnie Sheila Bennett,” she mumbled to her empty office.

It was nearly nine in the morning, and she was running late for the very first school assembly of the year. While it wasn’t compulsory for all staff to attend, she wanted to be there to greet the returning kids as well as the new ones. And of course, there was the new teacher coming in. It would be a bad look to miss it.

Her heels clacked on the old Salvatore teak-wood floors. For school days, unless she was on a field trip with the kids, she liked to keep her outfits semi-professional. At least for the first few weeks. By mid-terms, she’d be down to bare-minimum-effort jeans and boots. Today, she’d paired a high-necked, sleeveless black jersey dress that had a flouncy bow at the throat and tapered down to her knees with a wide brown belt that made her waist look tiny and ankle boots. Some of her favourite beaded bracelets and cold cuffs around her wrists added some colour.

The hallways were mostly deserted as she made her way to the hall, breaking into a light jog.

In her rush, she didn’t see the body stepping out in front of her from one of the staff offices until it was too late, smacking into a rather broad muscular back and nearly stumbling to the ground. The body—a man—grunted in pain. “What the he—?”

She would’ve fallen if it wasn’t for a pair of arms catching her just in time, holding her in place in a dip as though they were dancing.

Mortified, Bonnie started to apologise, slightly dizzy from having her centre of gravity knocked, she kept her eyes closed. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry—.”

“Bonnie?”

She froze. She knew that voice. Intimately. Had heard that voice call her name out, a little less incredulously and with a bit more lust and awe. And that scent, something that reminded her of long walks in the forest—she knew that one anywhere. No, no, no—this could not be happening—

She opened her eyes. Yeah, this was happening.

“Kai?” she said, her voice a high-pitched yelp.

“What are you doing here?” they both demanded at the same time.

All the while, Kai still held her in his arms like neither of them had anywhere to be. Bonnie tried to convince herself that she didn’t like the sensation of being held like this. But her eyes drifted down to his mouth, which was so close to her own in this position and lingered. She’d not forgotten how good that mouth felt on hers, on her throat, and everywhere else. The things this man could do with—

Giving herself a shake, Bonnie punched him in the shoulder. “Let me up, will you?”

He did as asked, and then looked at her, his indigo eyes wide and amazed as though he couldn’t quite decide if he was dreaming or not.

“Hi there,” he said, his gaze sliding over her form appreciatively.

Bonnie found herself getting caught up in it for a few seconds, a helpless fish snared in his trap, she smiled up at him. He looked good in a simple pale grey Henley and dark-wash jeans—good enough to eat, in fact.

The sound of a microphone squeaking brought her, abruptly, to her senses and she slapped his arm.

“Ow,” Kai complained. “You know if you told me you were into a little rough discipline and punishment play, I would’ve been happy to oblige you a couple nights ago.”

“Shut up,” Bonnie said, gritting her teeth as she dragged him through the nearest open door, shutting it behind her so she could confront him good and proper away from prying eyes. “Seriously, why the hell are you here? How did you even get on the grounds?”

“What do you mean ‘why the hell am I here’? Why are you here? Look, stalking is against the law and while I’m as big a fan of Fatal Attraction as the next guy, and I wouldn’t mind you following me around, I really don’t want to end up dead in a bathtub.”

The longer he yammered, the deeper Bonnie’s frown grew. What was he even going on about? She asked him as much.

“You know, Glenn Close, Michael Douglas, iconic movie, featuring a case of infidelity and then homicidal obsession in which a strong career woman is driven to—.”

“Not about Fatal Attraction, you idiot,” Bonnie snapped. “I meant—humph!”

Whatever she was about to say was swallowed by Kai’s mouth. The kiss started off hard, and a little cruel. Too much teeth and an obvious attempt to shut her up. She struggled for a few seconds before the gentle flick of his tongue against her lower lip made her gasp. He softened the contact to a slow, drugging melding of mouths. When he lapped at her, she did it back, suckling on his plump lower lip. She ran her hands up along his arms, testing the strength of his biceps before settling on his chest.

Kissing him was a bit like drowning, except she didn’t mind at all. They both had to draw back eventually, if only to breathe. They didn’t pull back too far, breath mingling as they stared at each other, equal parts confused by the other’s presence and captivated.

“What are you doing here, Kai?” she asked again, in a whisper.

“You’re a witch,” he said, this time his jaw slackened in wonder. “How did I not notice that you’re a witch?”

“I cloak myself when I’m out and about—safer that way.”

“Of course, I do the same.”

“You’re a witch? Wait.” Bonnie stepped back, the cold realisation sinking in the depths of her gut. And then took a couple more steps away from him so she wouldn’t be distracted by his biceps or his mouth. “You’re the murder-coven’s high warlock who’s coming to teach here? You’re Malachai?”

“Okay, first, we don’t do the murder thing anymore. The Gemini have evolved. Second, I prefer to go by Kai, thank you very much.” He moved towards her because he was finding that he liked it much better when he had her close by.

But Bonnie lurched back, holding out a hand to keep him at bay.

“Don’t. Please, don’t. We can’t do any of what we did here, okay? Or ever again.”

Any other time, Kai might have pressed the issue, but he heard the unsteady note in her voice. The panicky look in her eyes, and he made himself pause.

When he’d woken up in that hotel room a couple days ago, bereft of his bed partner and cuddling a cold, unsatisfying pillow, he’d been a little angry. Somewhere, the women to whom he’d done the exact same thing were crowing with laughter. The one time he wanted to wake up to a woman, specifically one with a pair of pretty jade-cut eyes, and she’d run off under cover of darkness without even saying goodbye or hanging around for a morning quickie. Or, at least another quickie—they’d gone for a fourth knockout round at around 3AM.

He’d resolved that he would never see her again, tamping down the urge to do something cheesy and disturbing like a locator spell to find her. He’d accepted it. Consigned himself to only seeing her again in his dreams and jerking off in (thirsty) memory of that one perfect night for the rest of his days.

And now, that wasn’t true anymore….

He grinned. From the way she side-eyed him, he knew it probably came off as a bit wolfish and predatory.

“Fine, Bon,” he said, keeping his voice calm and placating. He wondered what her last name was. He really needed to finish reading that file Jo prepped for him. “I’ll stop. For now. We should get going anyway, might catch the last few minutes of assembly.”

He could tell she wanted to argue about the ‘for now’, could see it in the stiff set of her shoulders and the way her stubborn jaw clenched. Before she could start, he swept the door open, gesturing for her to lead the way out. “Shall we?”

She didn’t thank him as she stomped passed. Kai shut his eyes as that heady scent of hers washed over him, vanilla and something floral with a hint of jasmine. He could get drunk just from the smell of her. He wanted to bury himself inside her until her scent steeped itself all over his body, became a part of him. Which was, admittedly, the kind of weird thing a stalker would say. He should probably keep that to himself.

He watched the sway of her hips as she stalked towards the assembly hall and remembered how good they felt in his hands. His palms itched.

“Oh, Bonnie—and Kai,” a surprised voice called out to them from the opposite end of the passage-way. Dorian, the deputy head of the school and its librarian ambled towards them, cup of coffee in-hand. “You guys have met, huh?”

Bonnie shot him a quelling glance, which was seriously unnecessary. Did she think he was going to give Dorian the filthy details of just how many times he’d made her come a couple nights ago? He had some boundaries.

“Yeah!” she said, her voice overly loud. “I—um, I noticed Kai wandering around, looking lost so I offered to show him to the hall, ha-ha. Great.”

As excuses go it was flimsy at best. The assembly hall was literally right in front of them. But she darted away as though someone had lit her panties on fire and disappeared into the hall before anyone could call her on it, leaving a bemused Kai and Dorian behind.

“Should we head in?” Dorian asked, his brow quirked in curiosity.

Kai simply nodded and followed him in, just in time for Alaric’s speech.

He settled in a row of seats at the back with Dorian and the werewolf elder on-staff, a stolid blond named Cary. Bonnie was all the way on the other side of the room, refusing to look in his direction.

Kai smirked, settling back in his chair to take a nap with his eyes open while all the boring speechifying was going on. And to do a little plotting.

It was cute that she thought she could run from him, from this thing between them. She didn’t know it yet, but that sort of action was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, like blood-soaked water to a shark. He’d wanted her before. Now that he’d had a taste, now that he knew her taste, he wouldn’t let anything prevent him from having her again.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, her gaze skittering away to look at some of the kids once she knew he’d caught her doing it.

Let the games begin

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Happy holidays @nys30 from @kitdaumlers! Love from Kit xxx

If we fall, we fall together (all human AU)

Bonnie Bennett and Malachai Parker have been best friends since they were kids. They were inseparable – every high, every low, every milestone and every failure, they did together. A year ago, they both moved to New York despite their parents’ disapproval; Kai a starving musician who’s fallen head over heels in love with his A&R girlfriend Katherine, and Bonnie, an aspiring art historian who dreams of owning her own gallery one day.

But things quickly start to fall apart. Katherine calls off their 90 day engagement and kicks Kai out and Bonnie fails her thesis presentation and loses her partial scholarship. They’re broke, jobless, single and waiting for a yearlong ‘I-told-you-so’ lecture back in Portland.

A drunken phone call puts them in an even stickier situation…Not wanting to be set up by her parents with an old fling from the past, Bonnie tells their families that her and Kai are dating. All they have to do is pretend to be a couple for 10 days – what’s the worst that could happen?

“Bon, why is your mom offering to go engagement ring shopping with me?” Kai says suspiciously, a hint of accusation in his voice.

Bonnie covers the magazine over her face, slouching down on the sofa. “Uhh…because…um.” She dry chuckles. “It’s a funny story actually.”

“Bonnie.” He pushes the magazine down. “I’m not laughing.”

“I may have…sort of…answered the phone when we were drunk last night…”

“And…?”

“…Told my parents we were dating?”

“What?!”

“Okay! Hear me out here. They were ripping into me about school and the stupid statistics of how many people actually make it out of art school and I was drunk and I was angry and – I don’t know, okay? I was just feeling really shitty and arguing with them wasn’t helping.”

“So telling them we’re engaged did?”

“Well technically, I said we were dating.”

Kai rolls his eyes, groaning heavily.

“They were talking about how I need to buckle down and be serious.” She sighs. “So obviously dating came up and since I’ve been noticeably and chronically vacant in that department – they arranged a date…” She pauses dramatically, trying to settle the disdain and disgust. “…with Jeremy Gilbert.”

“Wait – Miranda Gilbert’s son?”

“Yes.” She shudders.

He looks at her incredulously. “Your ex who used to eat glue?”

“Exactly! That is the level of desperation and concern they have for me. So I panicked – I couldn’t say no because there is no one else and you were the first name that popped into my head.”

He lets out a low groan, rubbing his hands down his face.

“Come on, Kai. We just have to pretend for like, ten days. You took an improv class…that one time.”

He flops on the sofa and covers his face with the throw pillow.

“No one’s gonna buy it – Liv and Luke will figure it out. They have that creepy twin ESPN thing.”

“It’s ESP, dummy.” She takes his hand and rests it on her cheek. “Malachai Joel Par –"

“Oh, so we’re doing government names?”

She swats his face with his own hand. “Don’t interrupt. Malachai Joel Parker. Will you pretend to be my fake boyfriend so my parents don’t marry me off to a crack dealer?”

They both burst into a bout of laughter.

Kai looks at the bright, tired and soft little face of his best friend. He sighs, shaking his head with a grin. What the hell?

“Bonnie Sheila Bennett. It would be my honour.”

“Great!” She gets up and stretches. “Now everyone thinks we’re dating, they’ll forget to ask us if we’ve completely nose-dived our lives into the crapper. So, you know – you’re welcome.”

She ducks before the pillow Kai has thrown can hit her.

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Just So We're Clear

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The moment she stepped into the house, she could hear Bonnie yelling and the sounds of things being smashed around. Liv winced, and put her phone back to her ear.

“I don’t think this is a good time.”

“I don’t care. Just give her the phone.”

As if by magic – and maybe that – the hallway door slammed open and Bonnie stormed towards her. Her eyes were flashing, and her hair was literally crackling with magic.

Liv raised her hands reflexively. “Don’t shoot the messenger!” She gestured at her phone.

“Tell your brother that the next time he cuts my magic, I’m going to cut him into mincemeat and feed him to the twins!” Bonnie yelled.

Liv opened her mouth, then shut it when Kai’s voice, loud and furious yelled through the phone. “Ask the Bennett Martyr if that will be before or after using dangerous magic to save her stupid friends again overpowers her and she dies?”

“I was fine!”

“You were not!” Liv and Kai said in unison.

Bonnie’s fists clenched. “Are you seriously taking his side in this?”

“Bonnie, I was there,” Liv said, forcing her voice to sound calm and reasonable and not utterly exasperated.

“Can you talk some sense into her?” Kai snapped.

“Arrgh! I’m not talking to either of you!” Bonnie yelled, clutching at her face. “I can’t stand it when you take his side!” She stormed out of the room.

“You can’t stand it when I’m right!” Kai shouted.

“She’s gone,” Liv informed him.

“Go after her!” Kai yelled.

“Maybe the two of you can just take a time out before—”

“—and for your information,” Bonnie yelled, storming back into the hall. “I had back up. If anything had gone wrong, Damon would have pulled me out.”

Liv gave her a look just as Kai burst out into dark laughter. “Damon was your safety net. Now that’s reassuring!”

“Go to hell, Kai!” She stormed out again.

“I can’t! I’m too busy keeping you alive!”

“She’s left again,” Liv murmured.

“She’s infuriating! I can’t even talk to her right now!”

Liv sighed. “Okay. Bye.”

“Wait—”

“—and just so you know…” Bonnie’s voice trailed off when she noticed Liv putting the phone into her pocket. “Did he hang up on me?”

“I hung up on both of you. I’m not a telephone switchboard. You can yell at him with your own phone.”

“I’m not talking to him.”

“Well, that makes things simpler, doesn’t it?”

Bonnie opened her mouth and shut it, looking confused. Liv patted her on her arm. “I’ve gotta run. See you around.”

Her phone buzzed as she turned. Seriously? “Kai? Look, you need to—”

“Where are you?”

“At the Salvatore’s, but I don’t…”

The line cut. She was still blinking at the phone when there was a tiny pop and Kai appeared beside her.

His shirt was askew, his hair was frazzled, and he looked spitting mad. His eyes fell on Bonnie at once, and he rounded on her. Bonnie stood her ground, glaring daggers right back at him.

Bonnie threw up her hands in frustration. “I said I don’t want to talk to you!”

“Ditto,” he snapped. “The next time you get yourself entangled with a dark coven, don’t expect me to bail you out!”

“Can I have that in writing? Because I swear you said that the last time…”

“Yeah and what thanks did I get then?”

“I never asked for your help!”

“Of course not, because that would be the smart thing to do and we both know…”

Liv, who had been tiptoeing towards the door, paused with a wince when something crashed behind her. But the argument kept carrying on, without missing a beat, and she decided it was safer for everyone if she just left them to sort themselves out.

“What the fuck happened here?”

Damon stepped through the doors and gaped. It looked like if a maelstrom had hit the boarding house. There were vases and books thrown and smashed on the floor. A small fire had started and been doused in the corner, leaving a blackened wall and ash. And was that…a part of the wall caved in?

“I swear to God Kai, if you pull this again…”

There were loud voices coming from the other side of the caved in wall. Damon walked towards them, feeling like if he was stepping through a bad dream…

“You want me to stop ‘pulling this’? Then stop playing around with dangerous magic.”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

He was met with the unfortunate sight of Bonnie and Kai tangled on the floor. She was hopping on one leg, pulling on jeans under a shirt that was definitely too large to be her own, while Kai sat shirtless on the floor, casually lacing up his boots.

Damon groaned.

They stopped glaring at each other to glare at him.

“Do you mind?” Bonnie snapped.

“Do…I mind…?” Damon spluttered. “You’re in my house. You wrecked my house. You…What is he doing here?”

“I cannot deal with him now,” Kai muttered, and he snapped his fingers.

Damon could feel magic yanking the reality around him, like an invisible hand pushing him out of the room, the house, the street and he staggered to a halt with a violent shudder. After the long moment it took him to regain his bearings, he realized he was in the middle of an alley, slumped against a garbage tank, being stared at by a hobo. He groaned.

“So Damon made it home in one piece. Eventually.”

Bonnie rolled her eyes at the accusing tone in Elena’s voice. “That’s good to hear.”

“You’re not even a little sorry that your boyfriend nearly killed my fiancé?”

“Stop exaggerating, Elena. Kai just wanted Damon to give us some privacy.”

“Give you…” Words clearly failed Elena.

Something pleasant nibbled against Bonnie’s ear. “Can we talk about this later, Elena? I promise to fix the house.”

“Bonnie, don’t hang up on…Bonnie!”

Bonnie cut the call and turned into Kai’s arms. “I’m still mad at you, you know.” His face was stern, as he lifted her up, her hips automatically wrapping around his waist. “This conversation isn’t over, just so we’re clear,” she said before their lips touched.

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Catch Me If You Can

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“Sanguinem desimilus! Sanguinem generis fiantus!”

A weighted silence fell over the assembled Gemini members as both individuals dropped to the ground, eyes open but unseeing. Each person anxiously waiting to see which would wake up and assume the position of leader. It went without saying that they all wished it would be she that awoke and not he.

Gods above, please not he.

After what seemed like an eternity, there was a groan from inside the circle. Coven members dropped to their knees in gratitude that their prayers had been answered, some actually cried tears of joy. The nightmare that many had feared would not come to pass and they could breathe easy once more.

Until another sound was heard.

The sound was quiet at first, only a few huffs, but before long jubilant laughter could be heard throughout the clearing. Slowly, the robed members backed away from the circle, fear and horror etched in their faces.

“Impossible!”

“How can this be?”

“Joshua, explain this!”

The demands fell on deaf ears. The former leader was dumbstruck. All of his precautions, all of his scheming behind the scenes, all for nothing. He watched in despair as his oldest child, his shining star, and the one he had been so sure of, rise to her feet. He watched as she ignored his presence in favor of her brother. Him. The abomination, the very reason he had secretly taught her how to all but guarantee a win.

He watched as they could hardly stand for laughing so hard. A little too late, the veil lifted, and he was able to finally see her for what she really was.

A daughter that preyed on her fathers’ desperation.

A sibling more loyal to her womb-mate than the coven.

A leader that would share power with a siphon instead of sticking to tradition.

“What have you done?” The words came out as a broken whisper.

“What I’ve done,” she sneered, “is taken what’s rightfully ours.”

“It was only supposed to be yours!” His yell echoed across the clearing.

“Yeah, well,” he spoke then, “somebody learned to share along the way, didn’t you, sissy?” The two exchanged a look and cracked up again.

“I won’t let you ruin this coven,” the man threatened.

He was met with twin looks of derision. “Now, why would you think we want that?” she asked.

“We don’t want to ruin it, pops,” he agreed with his twin. “We only want to run it the way it should be run. Your time is over, yet ours is just beginning.”

“I’ll die before I let you —” The words had barely left his mouth before his neck was violently wrenched to the left.

“Anybody else have any objections?” She asked, nodding once when her question was met with silence. “Good, we have a lot to discuss before our coronation.” She turned to her brother who was simply staring at their father’s prone body on the ground. “You staying out here all night, or?”

He rolled his eyes. “So bossy.”

She linked her arm with his, the rest of the coven following obediently behind their new leaders. “And don’t you forget it, little brother.”

10 Years Later

Kai watched expressionlessly as his opponent writhed on the floor. He often wondered what it felt like when he siphoned somebody, if it really was as painful as it seemed. If the yells that were currently echoing around the studio were any indication, the person on the ground certainly seemed to think so.

“Kai!”

Sighing heavily, he relaxed his grip, “Yes, sissy?”

“Walk with me.” It wasn’t a question.

Kai waited until they cleared the exercise area, before he asked, “What can I do for you this fine morning?”

“Two things,” she started. “First, we’ve located the ascendant.”

Kai stopped walking and turned to his sister expectantly, “Point me in the right direction.”

She groans, “It’s in Mystic Falls.”

Kai’s sly smile was instantaneous. “Well, I guess I’m heading to Virginia.” His mind was instantly bombarded with memories of soft brown skin, beguiling green eyes, and a lush mouth that was made to be wrapped around his-

“For fuck’s sake, focus, you idiot.” Jo snapped him out of his reverie. “The goal is getting the ascendant, not getting your dick wet again.” She stepped closer. “Or do I need to remind you of what could happen if it falls into the wrong hands?”

“No, Josette,” Kai snapped, “You don’t need to remind me that our continued existence in this world and as coven leaders are tied to a hunk of metal that could send us both away.”

Jo shot him a saccharine smile, “Glad to hear it, don’t want you getting distracted and losing another Gemini artifact.” With that, she flounced off.

“Bitch.” Kai muttered.

“I heard that!” Jo yelled without turning around.

When Kai landed in Virginia, he’s met by a Gemini scout that had been tasked with making sure that Bonnie was still in the vicinity. Although at this point, he knew it was all for show. She would be there, waiting for him like she always was. He ignored the man’s nervous babbling as he drove them to the outskirts of Mystic Falls, choosing instead to focus on his upcoming reunion with the witch that had managed to somehow get under his skin.

The first time she had taken something from him, furious didn’t even come close to describing how he felt. His rage had shaken the walls of the Gemini stronghold. Compounded by Jo’s ‘I told you so’ smirk that was ever present. Kai knew his sister had taken a strong dislike to Bonnie from the beginning, hating the way Kai’s focus would pull from her over to the green-eyed girl. So when her deceit was discovered, he knew his sister would be happy to have him to herself once more.

Except that didn’t happen. Kai was angry, yes, but more than that he was intrigued. So much so that when it came to retrieving the artifact, he broke protocol and went by himself. He had been expecting to find her shaking in fear, after all, he and Jo had built up quite the fearsome reputation.

Instead what he found was a witch hopped up on Expression, a handful of vampires, a few hunters, not one but two originals, plus a Hybrid thrown in for good measure. He didn’t know what kind of menagerie she was running in Mystic Falls, but damn if he didn’t want to stick around and play for a bit.

So he did.

He spent a week in Mystic Falls and in that time he managed to incapacitate all the vampires and wound the hunters bad enough to leave him alone. Although he doubts he made a dent in the Hybrid and Originals, he did manage to retrieve what was stolen.

He also got to fuck Bonnie Bennett into the mattress, but that was neither here nor there.

Jo had assumed his smug demeanor was due to him successfully completing his task, and most of it was. But Kai could admit to himself that he couldn’t wait to see what Bonnie’s reaction would be when she discovered that he had stolen her Golden Daggers.

Sure enough, one night upon returning home, he’d just barely cleared the door when he was thrown against the opposite wall. Despite his back screaming in pain, he chuckled, “Hey Bonster.”

“You have something of mine.” She emerged from the shadowy corner.

Kai put on a shocked face, “Shit, that wasn’t your first time, was it? I’m not usually in the habit of taking people’s virginities, but in your case—“

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it!” She stalked closer. “Where are my daggers?”

He pretended to think. “Daggers, daggers, nope. Doesn’t ring a bell.” A smile lit his face and he held his hands out. “You can search me if you want.”

Thus began a bi-coastal cat and mouse game of one stealing from the other, forcing the other to come “retrieve” what was stolen. They both insisted it was nothing more than the thrill of the chase, the knowledge that each one of them could let loose with the other in a way that was normally prohibited. Kai’s ability to wield magic as well as siphon was the perfect foil for Bonnie when she blended her ancestral magic with Expression. More often than not, every encounter left the two not only sporting a collection of scrapes and bruises, but also very satisfied smiles.

Kai jolted back to awareness when the car came to a forceful stop. “What the hell?”

“I’m sorry sir, we seem to have hit a barrier. It wasn’t there yesterday, otherwise I would have noticed—”

Kai held up a hand, bringing the man’s babbling to an abrupt stop. Bonnie must have had her own spies waiting for his arrival as well. He shrugged out of his coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves. It seemed Bonnie wanted to widen the playing area this time; he could work with that. He’d been in Mystic Falls more than a few times at this point, and could easily navigate his way to Bonnie’s place.

He stepped up to the barrier and knelt down, placing his hands in the dirt and began to siphon up enough magic in order to allow him entry.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

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Welcome to....Bonkai Secret Santa 2019!

This is the 3rd annual Bonkamily Secret Santa, an anonymous fan works gift exchange in which each person who participates is assigned someone to create a gift for :)

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it isn’t the same

Happy holidays @entwinedloop from @bonkaiqueen! A/N: Since you liked love/hate, pining, and possibility for a happy ending, I decided to rework one of my AU’s for you. This is pretty open to interpretation, but I hope you like it. There is a different, but much longer developed version of this coming soon!!

Like a cliche, a scene from one of her music videos, a freaking theatrical entrance, she stumbles back and trips, her heels catching on her dress. Her mouth is wide open in surprise as she falls back onto something solid, but not quite as flat or low as she had expected. It only takes a second for her to realize that she hasn’t landed on the floor, but into a man’s chest. She grasps the only thing keeping her from falling further — his arms — and stands upright.

A ‘thank you’ is on the tip of her tongue. Until she sees who exactly is her savior.

Kai Parker.

She can feel the magic thrumming under her fingertips, wild and controlled all at once. The power that he could so easily take from her. A chill goes down her spine. She lets go of his arms at once.

He looks different. The once almost childish youth to him has disappeared, replaced by grown-out stubble and laugh lines creasing around his eyes. His fingers are still covered in rings. Bonnie notices him twisting the one on his index finger nervously.

He looks at her, opening his mouth and closing it again. Neither of them say a word. In the silence, his face begins to redden and Bonnie swallows. All of a sudden, she is twenty-two and head over heels again. The resentment of it all rises in her throat and she thinks of the past, of pain, of the one night that had changed everything.

"Bonnie, I’m — I — " he says thickly. She can’t let him throw her off guard; he cannot have the upper hand. Before he can finish his sentence, she cuts him off.

“What?” she says flatly.

Kai blinks, taken aback. The surprised look disappears before Bonnie can gauge its meaning. “I’m just getting a drink,” he then replies slowly — meanly, she realizes —and gestures to the bar behind her. “You’re the one who walked right into me.”

This spite has always been his defense mechanism, and if she is honest, it is hers as well. Surprisingly, Bonnie doesn’t mind his harsh tone. It makes the whole thing easier, to channel her emotions into anger instead of any alternative, to release this tension. Release it on him.

He pushes past her and signals the bartender. She knows what he will order before the words pass his lips. “Single whiskey, neat. Thank you.”

Kai turns back to her, drink in hand, and raises an eyebrow. Unable to think of a proper reply, she spits out the first thing that comes to her mind. “No arm candy tonight, then?”

His eyes narrow, fingers tightening around his glass. “What about you?” There’s something about the tilt of his head, the smirk ghosting his lips that sends her blood boiling. “I can’t help but notice that Mikaelson isn’t with you tonight.”

Bonnie’s eyes blaze. “Don’t you dare bring Kol into this.”

“So. Another man who couldn’t meet your standards,” he says, enunciating each word. “Let me guess his fatal error, Bon...did he support you like he should have? Did he care for you? Go the to the ends of the damned world and beyond?”

She can’t bring herself to say anything.

“Were you the one who ended it? Were you the one to back away?” Kai smiles darkly. “Is any of this sounding familiar?”

“It’s—this is none of your business.” Her words tremble with suppressed rage.

He takes a step forward and raises an eyebrow. “Not anymore.” His voice is low and it drips with contempt.

“Fuck you,” she says, but it doesn’t sound quite as hostile as she had hoped it would.

“Wouldn’t you like to,” he snarls, the corners of his mouth turning down.

“You think that you can say shit about me.” Other people are filing in, and every so often, someone glances at the two curiously. She knows this isn’t a good place to have this conversation and she doesn’t meant to raise her voice, but something about Kai Parker ticks her off in the worst way possible. “You don’t know me at all.”

He looks at her, eyes hooded, and simply sets his glass on the counter. Bonnie flinches at the resounding thud. She watches him go, and she can’t shake the feeling that he isn’t done with her yet.

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Before the Day is Done

Happy holidays @thenameismaynard from @entwinedloop! As Kai wandered the wedding hall he realized that somewhere along the way his revenge plan had gone terribly derailed. Happy holidays and New Year :)

Laughter surrounded him. Laughter and humans dressed in slick outfits and flashy dresses. Celebrating. Sticky sweet pop music drew guests to swarm the dance floor like a herd of deer. Something didn’t add up, Kai thought, as he shut out the joyful energy of the room. He looked down and with more than a little relief recognized the lines in his tux. All right, so he had the outfit, but that couldn’t have been the only step he’d done right. Dizziness dragged his vision into a swirl so at least he didn’t doubt he was transitioning. Lily had warned him about that part.

He got held up somehow cause he must’ve missed it. Sissy was already married, twirling with her friends, her stomach curving her dress. How hadn’t she noticed him? How had no one in his family seen him? He wasn’t invisible. He’d already checked it, pushing past a few guests who glanced at him in surprise or downright glared. Their blood roaring in his ears, each person’s blood replacing the last. The thought of drinking them made him nauseous. Each body threw him into a familiar ring of rage. He was here to meet someone but he wasn’t sure who. He had held a knife in his hand earlier but where he’d set it down he couldn’t recall. He twisted his head around to search for it. Bells rang in his ears. One guest’s heavy perfume grabbed his attention, made him want to slam one of the large vases down and spread the glass on the floor under the dancing feet.

He always appreciated a good entrance. For months he had planned his discovery by the two lost visitors to his prison, finally settling on the grocery store. He had spoken in an even tone to tiresome Damon but his excitement nearly burst at the anticipation of hurting him. But here he was walking around, his strength dulled, his thoughts jumbled. Even though he knew exactly what was in store for his family. Complete his transition, end their lives. Even if something in the steps didn’t seem right the final goal was the same.

He felt a warm hand in his.

“Wanna dance?”

He whirled around. Her voice sang in his ears like an electric guitar. The words strung together, and coming from her, he barely understood them. His eyes traveled from her feet to her face. She was dressed in a flowing green gown that fit her figure perfectly. He’d never seen her all dolled up. His pulse quickened and his heart tightened. Where his pain began and ended from her betrayal and his family’s he couldn’t tell. Briefly, he wondered at how his response to her still felt so familiar. Didn’t Lily say–

Forget that. She was holding his hand in hers. Bonnie. He couldn’t say no to her.

The first notes of Pearl Jam’s Sirens started playing.

"I chose this song for you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and it was enough for him to close his eyes. She smelled faintly like strawberries. He shouldn’t trust her. He remembered that. Still he couldn’t say no. Her face was so open and bright. Despite himself, his desolation, his hurt, he ached for it to be real. He moved to narrow the distance between them.

How did this happen? He had planned it perfectly. As she followed his rhythm it started coming back. He’d dropped by the mansion and visited her and her buffoon of a friend. Some guy she’d seemed cozy with. Was he here? He looked around before remembering to look back at the woman in front of him. She glanced away.

She’d never stood this close to him before, let alone reached out and chosen to touch him. He moved closer to her still and she put a hand on his chest, pushing him backwards. Too much for you, he thought, and he smiled down at her as something in her face changed. He had all the time in the world to observe her when she was locked in his prison. Still he didn’t know who she was exactly.

He’d gotten her blood. Even patched her up because what fun would it be if she didn’t get to see the aftermath. He’d gotten Lily’s blood. Blood crushed through his veins. He needed a taste. He needed a taste. He was so dizzy. Insufferable Elena was dancing with Damon. Caroline and Tyler laughing together looking like they were seconds away from joining them.

His dad stood in the corner, laughing with Richard. His twin, a few feet away from them. The second her children got the throne they’d kill him. Or would it be his father? Liv, maybe even Jo? Maybe he shouldn’t kill them in one swoop. Where was the poetry in that? Jo smiled widely at anyone who shared a glance with her. Wouldn’t revenge taste sweeter now that she was so sweepingly happy? He was already a step away from becoming a vampire, though – he couldn’t go back. As he watched his relatives he wondered again how he hadn’t been spotted. But wait, how could it be that they—

"How often did you imagine this?” Bonnie drew back his attention. Her right hand had wandered to his, her left hugging his shoulder. He had to slow down his breathing, still reeling off the vision of his happy family. Maybe he’d failed. Maybe this was death, white light from an incoming train in the tunnel. Wouldn’t that be fitting? Or maybe he was in purgatory and once the song ended she’d slip away and he’d find himself all alone in a barn able only to witness the wedding unfold, forever unable to exact his revenge.

"I’ve been bitten before. But it wouldn’t be the same if it was you.” She arched her eyebrows. “But you don’t want to bite me. Do you?”

"No. I want to kill you,” he said with burning eyes. Or he wanted to save her? He couldn’t remember. “I – but not yet.”

They swayed together and later he’d wished he wasn’t as distracted as he was and not only because he wanted to hurt her.

"You don’t. You want me. For a long time. You never got close.” She pressed her body against him. She was teasing. He hadn’t wanted to see it right away.

"You ever wondered what’d happen if you let me?” he asked.

She shook her head, tried to double back up. He stopped moving but didn’t let her go.

"What do you want?” He trailed his fingers down her arm. “What would you do if you had a chance to do what you wanted?” He pulled her gently to him. “I could give that to you.” The words flowed from his lips before he could stop himself. He didn’t mean them. She deserved the pain she’d caused him. He didn’t want to take them back.

"No. No, you want to destroy,” she said, but let him take her hand back in his as he led her again to dance.

"After I destroy,” he swung her around. “I’ll rebuild.” His eyes surveyed the room around him. “It might not be what you want it to look like. And maybe destruction’s not what you’d choose. But it’s the only way.”

She shook her head. “It’s too late for you.”

"But not for you,” he said.

He didn’t want to stop dancing with her but fury slowly overcame him. She deserted him. She seemed to sense it as she started to fidget in his arms.

"In such a hurry to leave,” he said, hinting to their last meeting. Not that he wanted to show her he cared. Not through words anyway. “I came here to get a job done.”

"What was it?” she asked with innocent eyes.

"Give the rest of the Gemini Coven an excruciating death. Haven’t you been paying attention?” To blow on the house of cards and watch in collapse in beautiful turmoil. “Except now, I also have some other unfinished business.” He tilted his head.

Her eyes widened. Finally, an expression he recognized, that he coveted for lack of other options. Fear.

“Why don’t I want to bite you?” He searched her face. What would be the point, a terrifying response thudded in his head, if he’d just tie his shoelaces to follow her to her next destination.

Her lips curved upwards.

The guests disappeared and silence clouded over them like a fog. Lights overhead shone brightly over him. She stood several feet away. Still in her dress. The material looked so soft. They were standing in a smaller, concrete room. Bars on the windows.

He cried out and dropped to his knees.

"You wove a web but you forgot about me.” She pulled at his hair, forcing him to look at her. “Underestimated me. What will I do with you?” Her eyes sparkled.

"Bonnie,” he said and even he heard desire in his voice. "Why did you dance with me?”

He’d fight it even though a part of him accepted it a long time ago. She’d never be rid of him. They would always do this.

She let go of his hair. "Maybe a part of me was curious.” She stepped back. Suspicion still showed in her face. “Maybe I wanted to play with you just a little more.” He’d only seen that sinister smile a handful of times. Wasn’t that the last smile she gave him in 1903? Volcanoes erupted in his veins but…

"That’s messed up.” He looked her over. “And so hot.”

"You were alone. Used it for self-reflection? No, you didn’t learn anything.”

"You left me to die. And to take all my family’s innocent lives with me,” he added bitterly with raised eyebrows. “The ones you were so hellbent on protecting.”

She said nothing to this, guilt crossing her eyes.

"You can’t control me.” He grabbed her hand. He milked pleasure before his eyes saw bright blue and he cried out in pain and dropped it. He crouched on the ground and pressed his palm against it. A thick zig zag line broke out from his fingers. Bonnie lost her balance and dropped to the floor. In a few steps he was straddling her. He held her hands as she pushed against him.

"I’d never underestimate you. Isn’t that what scares you?” He asked.

She thrashed under him.

“Your magic...” His breathing picked up as she struggled against him. “Can’t I have a little taste?” he asked with a smile.

He pressed her hands against the floor, clasping his fingers through hers. She pushed her hips against him and something flew past his head as he ducked. He lowered himself, hovering over her.

"Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

"You can try, you’ll never get my magic.”

His defiant Bonnie. "I want so much more.” His eyes wandered her face and he couldn’t stop the raspiness in his voice.

She muttered a spell that threw him off her and against the wall. It felt the same, the sharp ache in his back. It didn’t feel any different now that he was transitioning and he hadn’t expected that. After all, Lily had said his senses would be dulled during this time, only to magnify once he became a vampire. But everything he felt felt as real as before.

"You can’t hold me in here forever.” He felt tension in his hands.

"I may not have forever, but you do.” She looked him over. “I’m here because your family wanted to stop you. But I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you afterwards.” She touched her hand down his cheek and he closed his eyes, hating himself.

"Your sister’s day and still she wanted her twin at her wedding. Even if everything else was promised a peaceful celebration.” She shook her head, taking her hands away. “Who should do it?” She stood over him. “You or me?”

He tried to reach out his hand towards her but couldn’t, finding both of them tied tightly behind his back. Locked in a chair. Now if there wasn’t something familiar about this turn of events.

She tilted her head, exposing her neck. He licked his lips and sharp teeth sliced through his gums like they’d always belonged to him. He ignored a doubt that rattled him.

"You’ll get my blood.” She narrowed her eyes. “What you’ve needed for so long. This won’t kill your family.” She searched his face. “I stopped it. I stopped you. And I should thank you for it. It was because you got my blood. So who lost?”

It was in his mouth, pushing its way down his throat, as he still adamantly thought, this isn’t over. Warm liquid, giving him a sense of peace and intense hunger at the same time. It was hers, tying them together. He’d be able to taste the flavor of her in his mouth every day for the rest of his undead life.

"I decided.” She dipped her head and laughed. “If you could console yourself with one thing, it’s that you could rid yourself of me. Right? But that won’t happen.” Her fingers trailed his cheeks, and for a second he swore it was her tied up, looking up at him, two punctured wounds on her neck, only it was him saying those same words to her, his hands caressing her face.

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Happy Holidays from a Supernatural Purgatory

Happy holidays @fuckitimfangirling from @kingcobrakai1972!

“Do you think people ever get tired of A Christmas Story? Like, actually tired of it. Like, so tired of it they’re contemplating shooting their own eye out, but with a hunting rifle instead of a BB gun.”

Bonnie grits her teeth. Damon has just barely started the movie and Kai already won’t shut up.

The three of them are in Elena’s house this time. It had turned out the Ascendant needed a full month of basking in the light of the Eclipse before it was fully ready for another portal jump, and because of that they’d been static for some time. If someone would’ve told Bonnie months ago that her freedom would depend on a magical witch battery that looked like a can opener, she probably wouldn’t have believed it.

She still isn’t sure what her plan of action is. She knows letting Malachai out isn’t an option, but each and every day Damon looks at her with that pitiful hope in his eyes just makes it harder to justify her need to keep the siphon contained.

She wonders distantly if it’s the right choice— to keep Damon from Elena and her from Jeremy.

Or, if not Jer, her old life. She wonders how the younger Gilbert would even look at her now, knowing what she’s done. Knowing what the darkness in her chest and the aching loneliness had done to her.

Every time she looks at Kai, her stomach tightens and she knows. She knows what he is and there’s this unmistakable driving force pushing every fiber of her being to stop him. To put an end to him.

To chase him to the ends of the Earth and back, as long as it means he never escapes.

“Y’know, Kai,” Damon says with a flourish, pouring himself some more bourbon in his glass on the end table. It looks like he’s using one from Miranda and Grayson’s antique set. “I’m going to shoot your eye out with a hunting rifle and a BB gun if you don’t stop talking.” He gives a sour smile. “In fact, I’ll do you one better. I’ll shoot one eye out with the BB gun and the other with the hunting rifle. Everyone wins.”

Kai sits back in the reclining seat and scoops a handful of popcorn into his mouth, fixing the vampire with an amused gaze. “Your temper’s going to get you in trouble, Damon. What do you think, Bonnie? He looks exactly like the elf that pushes Ralphie down the slide. He’s even got the whole grimace and tacky outfit thing down.”

Damon’s glare is withering, but it typically is. “Very funny, jackass. You’re wearing cut off shorts and a Led Zeppelin top that looks like it came from Good Will.”

“Can you both just stop?” Bonnie interjects, feeling her temper flare and quickly turn to exasperation. “I’d like to at least try and pretend I’m at Elena’s actual house watching A Christmas Story and not stuck in supernatural purgatory with you two.”

“Or— second option— I’ll stop when the magic siphoning weasel stops endlessly yammering on,” Damon argues pettily. He grips the glass in his hand like he’s about to crush it with vampiric strength. “He’s giving me high blood pressure, and vampires don’t get high blood pressure, Bonnie.”

“When he stops talking?” Bonnie asks incredulously. “And when is that? The end of the world as we know it?”

Kai just looks amused in the background. “Damon, you’re sooo dramatic. Wanna know what I think?” he asks, and Damon gives an expression that conveys just how much he clearly does not, in fact, want to know. “I think you’re so used to your own self-absorbed monologue-ing that you’re upset someone else is talking for a change.”

Bonnie thinks this is a fairly obvious conclusion to draw, but Kai looks smug all the same.

“So, when are we getting the hell out of here and as far away from this idiot as possible?” Damon asks, snatching the remote from Bonnie’s arm rest and switching the TV off in one quick motion. “That witchy battery is done charging tonight, isn’t it?”

“Darren, were you raised in a barn?” Kai asks inquisitively, sitting forward. “We weren’t even halfway through the movie.”

“The Ascendant should be finished charging by tomorrow, yes,” Bonnie replies, ignoring Kai completely. “We’ll be home on Christmas Eve.” Anytime Bonnie thinks about her plans to somehow leave Kai in the prison world, she comes up short when she remembers the harsh, burning feeling of her magic being zapped from her veins. Of his fingers lighting up the surface of her skin.

“Great, and that’s, uh, tomorrow,” Kai says, clearly losing patience. “So, here’s an idea: maybe don’t interrupt the movie. What am I supposed to do instead? Listen to Damon recite his alphabet of favorite moments with Nephew Uncle Zac all up until he chomped down on his pregnant wife like a fruit snack?”

“Can you stop?” Bonnie says in disgust, lip curling at Kai’s choice of vocabulary. “Damon, just turn the damn movie back on.”

The vampire sneers, but complies all the same. He takes a big swig of bourbon. “Don’t have to tell me twice. Anything to drown out the sound of this idiot’s voice.”

The following day, it takes almost an hour of aligning the Ascendant before Kai finally instructs them where to dig.

It takes a few hours longer of Damon chipping away at the earth with the pickaxe before the surface of the ground breaks through and reveals the cave below— the place where the light of the eclipse (according to Kai) is to shine down and activate the Ascendant.

“Looks like I got back just in time,” the siphon says, and she realizes he’s right behind her, pulling his backpack off one arm. He’d left earlier when Damon had started digging— something about needing to gather important materials. Damon shoots over to him in a blur, dropping the pickaxe and seizing the siphon’s bag to peek into its contents.

“Zima,” Damon declares almost boredly. “Grunge. Every Alex Rodriguez rookie card in demand and a...pager? Really?”

Kai grins and makes eye contact with her over Damon’s shoulder (almost sheepishly, Bonnie thinks). “555-Hi-Kai, no way I’m giving those digits up.”

“These were the important supplies you had to get?”

“Look, the future sounds great, alright? I’m super excited about the internet. But 1994 has been my home for most of my life— I’d hate to get homesick. So, let’s just get down there—“

“No,” Bonnie says, and the objection is tumbling out of her mouth before she even realizes it. She’s standing up now, pushing past Damon to reach Kai. “We are not going anywhere until you show me the spell.”

“Ohhh-kay,” he says, shoving his hands dramatically into his pockets and looking straight ahead.

Bonnie feels her annoyance only growing.

“Are we literally not going anywhere?” Damon asks, glare narrowing.

“Fine,” Bonnie murmurs, shifting to look up at him with crossed arms. “If you don’t want to show me the spell then you can do it yourself.”

Kai looks amused at this, meeting her gaze evenly.

“You want my magic,” Bonnie continues, stepping forward. The air between them feels heady with energy. She reaches her arm out, feeling almost naked as she does. “Take it.”

“Uh-oh,” Kai jokes. “She’s being brave.”

“I’m serious, Kai. This was your big threat, wasn’t it? If I don’t do the spell and let us out of here you’ll just take my magic, leave me for dead and do the spell yourself. So go ahead. Take all of it.”

There’s a moment. A brief, split second where Bonnie can feel his warmth and can see, up close, the amused look on his face. She doesn’t think he’ll do it.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says, and his hands are touching her. There’s a searing hot fire blasting through her nerves, singeing her magic from inside out. She can’t breathe— the feeling of being sucked dry is overwhelming. So painful it almost feels.. pleasurable?

“Bonnie,” Damon cries out in alarm.

“It’s okay,” she grunts, glaring at Kai as she struggles against his touch. “He won’t kill me.”

“Doesn’t look like that from here,” Damon says argumentatively. “Hey, Bonnie,” he chastises again as she lets out a cry of pain.

She feels his hand roaming up her shoulder, yanking her towards him. She writhes against his chest, somehow still raising her head enough to bare her teeth at him through the pain.

He’s grinning. Actually grinning, she thinks— like this is a game.

She guesses maybe it is.

“Woah, hey, guys,” Damon interjects, clearly growing only more panicked. “Stop.”

Kai, grinning, pulls his hands back from her and watches her retract. She’s breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling and her veins singing with residual pain and pleasure.

“He doesn’t know the spell,” she says, tilting her head. “Which means... we don’t need him.” His eyes are still smug. It only fuels her fire.

She does it without thinking— not truly, anyway. It’s an act of desperation. Of passion, in a twisted way. Bonnie can’t remember the last time someone’s gotten under her skin like this, and she certainly wants to scrub the shame of seeing him and knowing she’d actually started off being attracted to someone like him. No— that she still is. The shame burns through her, so she raises one hand. “Motus.”

The pickaxe Damon had been using to dig flies upwards, slinging towards Kai’s chest and embedding itself in his heart. He chokes, his eyes growing only a little wider as he starts to fall.

Something stirs in her chest as he does.

“No, no...Bonnie!”

She stands still, trembling. She can feel her own heart pounding in her chest, and adrenaline like fire floods through her veins.

“Great work, Bonnie,” Damon concedes, patting her shoulder.

“I’m sure there are about a billion people you’d rather be here with.”

“Not exactly.”

It’s maybe the only tender moment she’s ever truly shared with Damon. She’s sure it won’t be the last, since she now has the Ascendant working and has found the truth— Kai had needed her to leave. Bennett blood had always been the key to escaping the Prison World.

She hardly has time to open her mouth and finish the spell when she feels it biting into her gut, throwing her backwards with such force she’s suddenly being slammed against the cavern floor.

Her ribcage feels like its cracking and the biting pain in her gut rears its ugly head more. Blood, blood, blood. It’s an arrow. A crossbow arrow, in her side. The Ascendant has fallen, and Kai is standing at the mouth of the cavern.

“Forgetting someone?” Kai smirks, lowering the crossbow. “Did you really think I hadn’t tried to kill myself before? Because I had. Lots of times.. lots of ways.” He’s loading another bolt into the crossbow, cocking it. He uses it to gesture to the Ascendant. “Grab that and the next arrow goes in her heart.”

Damon stares at him for a long moment. Using his vampiric speed, he rushes over to Bonnie and grabs her, helping hoist her up a little.

“Damon..,” she groans, but he ignores her, pulling the arrow from her gut. He bites his own wrist, poised to feed her vampire blood.

She sees Kai behind him, heading for the Ascendant. “Damon, no,” she panics, gesturing until he looks.

Damon whooshes back over to Kai, slamming him against the cavern wall. Without Damon’s support, Bonnie drops a little, groaning as she hits the floor again. She starts to crawl towards the Ascendant just as she hears Kai shove one of the arrows into Damon’s chest. There’s a sickly splintering sound as he drives it in, and the two are fighting for dominance as Kai manages to semi-stake him with a measly crossbow bolt.

“Bonnie, get out of here,” Damon growls, fighting Kai off of him.

“I’m not gonna make it,” she says, voice trembling. Tears sting her eyes and she hardly manages a smile. “But you are.” She lunges for the Ascendant, fingers grasping the cool metal.

“Motus.” Magic leaving her like an exhale, she watches as the spell sends Kai flying off of Damon. Bonnie twists her hand, pulling it towards her, and the magic follows, yanking Damon towards the light.

She throws the Ascendant and Damon just barely catches it.

“Don’t,” Kai shouts, lunging forward.

The Ascendant is already unfolding, and Damon looks at her in horror. “No,” he says, as he realizes. “No!”

He’s gone. Bonnie knows, as she sees him portal jump, that she’s truly alone now. The last thing she hears is the Ascendant shattering and Kai’s scream of pure fury.

When she finally stirs again, she’s on the Salvatores’ couch. She feels his presence before she even opens her eyes.

“Oh, look who’s awake.” He leans forward, clasping his hands together. “How do you feel?”

“Like you shot me with an arrow,” she says incredulously, holding her side as she sits up. She feels something catch underneath her shirt and lifts it to find a bandage. The wound still hurts, but it seems like the Siphon had doctored it up. She wonders how much time out of his eighteen years in the Prison World had been spent learning medicine.

“Right. Anywho — I have no idea how you managed to shatter the Ascendant into a billion pieces, but we need to put it back together before the eclipse at 12:28. You wanna help?” He grins in spite of himself. “I know you’re a puzzle person.”

“I don’t wanna help,” Bonnie says as she stands. “You’re a psychopath— this place is your prison. I’m not letting you out. Besides, you’d just kill me the minute we get out.” Even as she says it, she wonders if it’s entirely true.

Kai pauses for a moment, purses his lips and then stands up. Every inch he moves closer to her, she can feel it. Sense him, on some magical level— the magic-sucking void for her very own magic well.

“You’ve been through a trauma,” he says, his words like silk. “Your memory is probably a little fuzzy right now, so you might be thinking that your magic will protect you.” He’s standing next to her now, his heat pouring off in waves. She tries to step back, but his hand snakes out and latches onto her wrist, holding her in place.

“But all I have to do is hold your hand and your magic suddenly becomes mine.” His touch quickly becomes biting and the familiar warm sucking feeling cascades through her body.

She leans into him, gasping at the pain. His fingers are shifting from her wrist to her hand, pulling her even closer. He moves his mouth to her ear and Bonnie feels like she might die.

“What was that?” he asks, and it’s so raspy it comes out in a near whisper. His breath tickles her ear, and she can feel almost the entirety of his chest pressed against her. Her blood feels like it’s boiling, and a flush overtakes her that she’s instantly ashamed of. “You’re gonna do the spell to finally get us home?”

She sobs weakly as his fingers tighten. It takes every ounce of her strength to move— to pull away from him and lunge for the ballpoint pen on the table. Stabbing it forcefully into his neck, she lets out a breath of instant relief as the siphon falls, clutching the spurting wound. Her magic stutters and pulses freely within her again, free of his touch.

Bonnie moves towards the Ascendant on the table as if on instinct, seizing the backpack from the chair.

Just before she pushes the entire thing into the bag, she pauses. Would it be too obvious and too futile to just snatch the entire Ascendant and run? She racks her brain for a moment, trying to think of some alternative.

She drops the backpack and scoops a tiny piece of the Ascendant into her jean pocket, and heads for Sheila Bennett's house.

Bonnie doesn't know what she's looking for. A linking spell? A destruction spell of some kind?

She's on her hands and knees in Sheila's bedroom closet, pulling dusty grimoires from the corner and flipping quickly through them. The pages smell old but familiar, and she recognizes some of the passages. The Ascendant piece feels like it's burning a hole in her pocket, but she continues searching anyway. How long until Kai resurrects? Until he finds her?

It’s almost half an hour later when she finds it.

It’s in the oldest book; a fat, black-leathered grimoire with pentacles engraved upon the front.

"A transfer spell," she whispers, laying the book flat. "To move the magic of a spelled object to either the user themselves or a new object entirely." She reads further, skimming to the bottom of the page. The spell seems to require a large pool of magic— a giant burst of it, that can be obtained in a few different ways. Bonnie ponders this. Having only just gotten her magic back recently, she knows there are only so many spells she can feasibly pull off. Even just the first fire spell she’d used to threaten Kai had zapped a lot out of her.

Bonnie stands, closing the book. She knows what she has to do.

It’s the next day, December 25th, before she returns to the boarding house. Before she crosses the Salvatores’ threshold again, she uses the piece of the Ascendant to slice her finger and draw blood. Slipping it back inside of a locket of Sheila's that's hanging around her neck, she closes it tightly and steps inside.

The floorboards creak under her weight. The smell of cooking wafts through the air, making her salivate. As much as she hates to admit it, the siphon is a good cook. What she smells now is no less than a Christmas Day feast.

“Kai?” she calls, reaching the entrance to the den. The Salvatores' living room is decked out in Christmas decor. Red and green string lights cover the archway above her, and a white Christmas tree that looks like it came from Bell's is set up in the corner. There's Christmas music playing in the background as well, but it's all piano instrumental and doesn't have any singing.

"Do you like the, uh, music choice?" Kai asks, and she jumps when she realizes he's standing at the other entrance to the den. "You can thank me later for not playing any of the classics. My sister Jo used to be all about those." He gives an impish grin. "Jingle hop — more like jingle hop to your grave if you hear it one more time, amiright?"

Bonnie gives him a hard look. "What the hell is all of this?"

"Um, what does it look like? Bon, we were just watching a movie about Christmas. It's not like I siphoned your brains out or anything—"

"God, Kai, stop. I mean, why?"

He folds his arms. He's wearing an ugly Christmas sweater with minimalist reindeer heads decorating the front, and she finds herself wondering if it's some kind of joke. "Well, I knew you were going to come back for the Ascendant. I mean, no way in Hell you're planning on staying in here with me, right? It's Christmas in the real world, so. Might as well make the best of it, right?" Just when she thinks he's going to stop, he presses on. Suspicion builds in her gut. "The truth is, Bon...I want to be more like you. I think spending all of this time together has made me realize that."

All of this smells like fresh bullshit to Bonnie, but she only cocks one eyebrow at him. "And I guess your big plan is feeding me Christmas Ham until I forget you murdered half your family, right?"

“Is there a better way to approach this? ‘Cuz I’m all ears, baby. You just don’t strike me as a flowers kinda girl.”

Bonnie winces at the use of 'baby'. It's not even something Jer had ever called her. The idea of a sociopath she'd met in a magical Prison World calling her that with zero romantic history between them makes her screen crawl. "Call me that again and I'll melt your face off," she says coolly.

Kai raises his brows, laughing. "Oooh. I mean, if you're offering. I've always wanted to find out if turning my face into a gushing fountain of blood would still trigger a magical resurrection. Fingers crossed it doesn't." He nods his head toward the kitchen. "C'mon, Bonnie. If you're going to give me the third degree, at least do it over a Christmas feast?"

She gives him a long look before conceding. Her hand coming up to her neck to make sure her locket is safe underneath her shirt, she follows Kai as he enters the kitchen.

Bonnie is salivating as soon as she sees the food. On the island counter, there's a one-pound pork tenderloin coated in brown sugar topping laid out on a cutting board. Next to it are sides of sweet potatoes, stuffing and what looks like garlic-and-bacon green beans.

“Help yourself,” Kai says, gesturing to the two plates he’d left on the counter. “Scout’s honor it’s not poisoned.”

As much as she wants to, Bonnie knows she’s going to lose her window of opportunity if she doesn’t act soon.

“Do you think you’re playing some kind of game? Luring me into a false sense of security by making me food and flirting with me again?” She takes a step toward him. Kai is leaned against the island counter, so he has nowhere to go. He just gives her a surprised look, his brows raising a bit as Bonnie stands not even two inches from him.

She can feel his body heat now. She wonders if she should feel sick for what she’s about to do. She tries to imagine what Jer would think of her now.

Bonnie puts the thought away. No sense in dwelling now. It’s her only way out of here. That’s what she tells herself, anyway.

“Bon?” he asks, seeming genuinely confused. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for this weird sexual tension thing, but — there’s pork tenderloin—“

“Malachai. Stop.”

She closes the distance between their mouths. Fire feels like it’s engulfing her as her lips slide across his. He returns the gesture eagerly, his tongue meeting hers in a caress.

He’s good at kissing, she thinks, and realizes she’s probably lost her mind. She knows she isn’t supposed to enjoy it, but her groin is searing with heat and every new swipe of his tongue makes her want to rip his clothes off. She’s lost, she realizes, as she undoes his fly and rips his shorts off. She’s lost in an unfamiliar tide of desire.

He pulls her own pants off too, and she’s surprised she doesn’t fight him. Kai tries to move for her shirt as well, but she slaps his hand away, fear clenching her chest as she realizes he might see the locket.

He doesn’t seem to notice.

The two of them stumble towards the kitchen table, and Bonnie’s back hits the edge. He lifts her up, hoisting her onto it with ease and laying her flat. She still has her underwear on, so he lowers himself, using his long fingers to pull them slightly off.

Bonnie can feel the cool air on her genitals. She’s so wet that she tries to remember the last time she’d had this kind of reaction just from making out with someone.

“Kai,” she murmurs as he uses his tongue to lick a long strip between her labia. He does it once more but takes his time, lapping at her juices carefully as he works his way up.

The witch lets out a hiss, her hand clenching the table cloth and the decorative Christmas candles a foot away from her roaring to life with flames.

One of his long fingers strokes her, dipping into her wetness and sliding slightly into her opening. Just as he does this, he sucks her clit and she cries out. He rolls his tongue around, making a suckling motion that already starts to push her over the edge. Using two fingers, he fucks them in and out of her. Bonnie is all too aware of how sloppy and wet it sounds— she turns her head in shame, her eyes stinging with unshed tears as the siphon’s tongue rolls over her clit again and again.

Magic trembles through her, rolling across her small frame just as the orgasm does. The locket is searing her skin for a brief moment, and she knows. She has the power to complete the spell.

Kai’s not a fool. At least, not most of the time. Not with matters that don’t involve eating out Bonnie Sheila Bennett on the Salvatores’ dining room table. He’d noticed when the piece of the Ascendant was missing. Had he thought she’d hidden it so he couldn’t escape? Yes. Did he have a plan to get it back from her? Also yes.

But what he hadn’t expected was this.

He’s circling her clit with his tongue, his erection making a tent out of his boxers. He can smell her. Taste her. He’d known the Christmas Feast would be good, but this? This was on another level.

He feels her trembling; hears her cry his name as she starts to orgasm. He uses a finger to play with her opening, adding a second digit to dip in further and fuck her in and out.

Kai is transfixed. Mesmerized. He’s so busy working with his mouth that he doesn’t realize she’s starting to chant.

When he hears the Latin, he knows. Pulling away, he gives her an incredulous look. “What...have you done?” His throat bobs. “Bonnie.”

She sits up. There’s a grin forming on her features, but it’s full of malice. “Your worst fear. Goodbye, Kai. Motus.”

One of the cooking knives he’d left out flies from the edge of counter, lodging itself in the side of his neck. His long fingers grasp at the gushing wound, and he falls.

Bonnie wonders in retrospect if maybe taking the Ascendant would have made more sense. She steps over Kai’s body, the blood flowering out on the Salvatores’ kitchen floor.

He probably would’ve come for her, if she had, though. It would’ve shown a full intention to escape without him.

Little does he know, she’s doing that now anyway.

The Christmas music playing in the background is eerie, echoing throughout the boarding house and following her as she goes.

She returns to the cavern at 12:28 PM on the dot. She can finally leave— leave this Hell. Her own personal Underworld. Or maybe it’s Kai’s. The line had blurred long ago.

As she says the incantation, she can feel magic stirring in her veins. The Ascendant is useless. She is the object of power for the spell, and she can feel it in her bones. The spell feels like it’s swirling around her, and she starts to feel the portal jump.

Bonnie tries to forget that haunted look on his face. She tries to forget that some part of her had even enjoyed it.

At least she’d be home for Christmas.

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