Home; takes place between 6x05 and 6x06

Bonnie rouses with a start.

At once she is awake, yanked from slumber into a moving nightmare. It was odd, the sensation of moving without ones feet touching the ground. Her body was swinging to and fro and her head with it. It was unpleasant. She didn't know whether she wanted to vomit or scream. Slowly she became aware of the way her body was resting comfortably against another, tucked into strong arms and held aloft by strong legs. Heat emanated from the person and despite her weariness, the need to be comfortable had her burying her head into the person's chest. She couldn't remember anything and couldn't muster the energy to try. A dull throbbing became apparent in her midsection. Fragments of a memory ebbed through her mind with every pulse in her chest. The cave, the ascendant, Damon-

Oh! Damon.

Damon.

Where was-

She remembered the light, bright and beautiful and so so far away from her crumpled form. She remembered the shock and anger and that strangled No! She remembered feeling so happy for him and yet so terribly, terribly sad for herself.

The feeling was not entirely foreign, she had felt such sadness countless times since the Salvatore brothers had rolled into Mystic Falls but never had it ever been so immense. So shocking painful.

Her mind sighs his name, almost in goodbye because it's evident who has her now. Who's warmth she's selfishly and stupidly leeched. Whose arms cradled her so lovingly- so caringly.

Ma-la-kai.

It's like they wanted me to be evil.

Her eyes, squeezed shut against the motion sickness opened slowly, cautious against what she knew would be a clear spring's day in nineteen ninety-four. Her vision swam and she blinked against the harsh light. His chin, one she had once thought powerful, was the first thing she saw. Bobbing with his steady, easy strides. Though he wasn't a large man, he seemed to be carrying her with the utmost ease. His heart beat against her ear and as he breathed deeply and calmly.

She wonders if he knows she is awake. Before she knew what he had done – all of them gone, all of them – she had wondered what he had thought of her. Though that feeling had diminished all together when she realised how horrible he truly, now it eased its way back into her consciousness, creeping along her warm limbs and settling into her mind. She wonders if he thinks her weak, or stupid. She supposes that in his mind, sacrificing your freedom for another's was the dumbest thing a person could do. His self-interest was too strong to understand that she had to do it. That she believed in Damon enough to give him another chance.

Malakai's fingers tighten around her and though he has not looked down once, she realises that he knows she is awake.

"Your wound is almost healed."

His voice, filled with boyish humour, reminds her of another man she knew once.

Kol Mikaelson had a lot in common with Ma-la-kai. Handsome and yet so, so…cold.

Kai, like Kol, always sounded like he knew a secret. Arrogance and malice mixed together to form something so alluring that it became dangerous to listen to his voice for long periods of time. Had he always been like this?

"Where-" her voice cracks and she has to cough to clear her airways. "Where are you taking me?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, but as the trees begin to thin she manages to turn her head away from his chest. The Salvatore Boarding House rises in the distance and confusion washes over her. When she looks back up at him, questions dancing on the tip of her tongue, he's smiling down at her.

It isn't a very nice smile.

Aesthetically it couldn't be better. His teeth are nice, his smile inviting. But it is the way in which his eyes swim with laughter. At her. He's laughing at her, mocking her.

Playing games with her.

A feeling of disgust washes over her, drenching her in its uncomfortable slime. She tries to roll out of his arms, wanting to get away from the false comfort he offered. Kai's grin falters for a second as he easily restrains her. He bites his lip coyly before he responds, as if it's a surprise he's been wanting to reveal for twenty years.

His smile morphs slightly. It is wolfish, now. Threatening. It dares her to argue, to fight.

It dares her to dis-o-bey.

"Why, I'm taking you home, honey."

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I'm editing and moving my already completed drabbles from my Tumblr wit-crit and adding new ones once they're all up. 'Home' has hardly changed, I've only worked out a few kinks here and there. Should have the others uploaded by tomorrow or Wednesday/Thursday.

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