SPECIES
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe of Season 6 - TVD finale
Bonnie & Kai
From: Lovely Vero
Hi guys;
For those who are unfamiliar with my work, I'm "Lovely Vero"; an older author who's been writing fan fictions (mostly about the Originals – Klaroline, Kalijah and Kennett) for the past few years. I'm also an unconventional writer; and this from "The Port of Love" to "Sweet Kisses from Russia" to "1, 2, 3 Cha, Cha, Cha"; and for those who know me (or) will recognize me, you've probably noticed that my style is quite unique. With time, I've knit a fiction world of my own brand.
Lately, I literally fell in love with the pairing of Bonnie Bennett and Kai (Malachai) Parker. I think I did not felt this strong connection to a male character since I was deep into the Originals. This (short/probably three to four chapters) fan fiction have been in my mind/head for the past few months now, but I haven't been able to find the time to put it on paper (so to speak) before this day (due to family obligations with one of my parents being at the hospital; and the need to finish and continue my running stories).
But, now it's like this huge call, and, if I don't let this story/fiction out of my head and system, it will literally eat me alive ;) Thank you for welcoming me into the "Bonkai" section of this site, and for giving this story a chance. And now, I give you … "SPECIES!"
Music Inspiration for this story: Ivan Torrent / Dandelion (available on YouTube)
Cruising miles offshore
the life seems breakable...
A never ending kiss I need to find
Cause I'm a fragile soul
a Dandelion...
To keep me safe,
I need you by my side.
Bring me all your love!
Cause you can save my world...
your light is what it feeds the sun
and warms the dawn...
You're always on my mind
I feel the rain on me
the whispers on the wind...
I only need to think that I'm your kind.
I gotta break the wall
to reach the skies above
and fall into your arms to live and die...
Bring me all your love!
Cause you can save my world...
Your light is what it feeds the Sun
and warms the dawn
You're always on my mind...
Prologue
Pennsylvania; antiquarian shop – Two years after Alaric's and Joe's wedding
"It's an excellent choice, Mister Golden." The antiquarian congratulated the middle-age man, with a smile and single nod; while gently lowering the huge crystal pendant lamp inside the cardboard box.
"I think so too." The bearded man replied, while sliding his credit card on the counter.
"Your daughter will probably be very happy with this gift." The shop owner replied, while taping the top of the box. "How old did you say she was?"
"Mary? She's turning twenty next week." The father proudly replied. "She's coming back home from college. Her mother and I, we redecorated her bedroom as a birthday gift. We came to the conclusion that the Peter Pan theme she used to love when she was six; would not set well with her grown woman status." He winked, playfully.
"Well, this crystal pendant lamp is a real beauty. It's actually a miracle that it was restored to its original glory day." The shop owner informed, with a shake of his head.
"What do you mean?" Mister Golden inquired, with an arched eyebrow. "Did it belong to a celebrity or to royalty, perhaps?" He arched both eyebrows, mostly in a mocking gesture.
"I don't recall such thing? It's odd… Almost, like I've forgotten what had happened to its previous owner and/or where this pendant lamp was actually displayed?" The man shrugged, dumbfounded. "Blame it on my old age, I suppose."
"Well, don't worry about it, the important thing is that this lovely crystal pendant lamp will be displayed in the new/improved/and renovated bedroom of my lovely daughter." Charles Golden commented, while sliding the credit card back in his leather wallet, before grabbing the cardboard box with both hands.
"It was a pleasure making business with you, Mister Golden." The antiquarian rushed to give the buyer a hand by opening the entrance door of his shop. "And please, if you could wish a pleasurable birthday to your daughter from my part."
"Will do." Mister Golden nodded, politely, before heading straight to his parked car.
The antiquarian pushed the lock, turning the "close" sign on the glass door; before closing the first set of lights of his shop. He advanced toward the counter, before coming to an abrupt halt.
"You! I recognize you!" He pointed a straight finger toward the dark female silhouette who suddenly took a human form.
"Oh, Mister Richard; do we need to be so formal?" The redhead beauty appeared in front of his sight, a devious smile raising both corners of her red lips; rolling a set of high length white leather gloves down on her hands. "You did very well – Exactly like you were told." She nodded, appreciative of his work.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" The elderly man shook his head. "Who is he?" He pointed toward another male intruder.
"Him? Don't worry about him, he's a friend." The redhead replied, glancing toward the tall blonde man who stood by her side.
"It's done?" The said man asked his female companion.
"The crystal pendant lamp has been deliver to his rightful owner." The woman replied, with a single nod.
"Perfect!" The man added, crossing both hands in front of his impeccable three pieces suit.
"I … I really don't feel comfortable with you standing in my shop; I'm asking you to leave." The Antiquarian asked, raising his shaking right hand to point toward the locked door.
"But we can't do that, Mister Richard; you do remember the deal, do you?" The female intruder nod her head.
"I … I'm not sure?" The elderly man shook his own, suddenly disoriented.
"Let me remind you." She took a few steps to place herself in front of the Antiquarian. "We brought the crystal pendant lamp to you, you would become our informer, making the transaction between us and the person of our choice."
"Right." The man finally nodded; parts of her say coming back to him. "But, I don't remember… Who are you?"
"We are the heretics." The blonde man informed the disoriented one.
"James, there is no need to inform this poor man of who we truly are." The redhead raised a hand in the air to accompany her say.
"The heretics? What does that mean? Why can't I know who you truly are?" Mr. Richard asked, with much stupor.
"Oh … Sweet old man." The redhead raised her right hand to caress the wrinkled cheeks of the elderly man, before forcefully grabbing his chin. "Because, we had a deal. And the last part of our deal was that you would die after delivering the said crystal pendant lamp."
"What, no, no …" The poor man shook his head, taking a few steps toward the rear of his shop. "Go away! I want you out of my shot, now!"
"Charlotte! Can we end this circus now?" The blonde man growled, impatient.
"You are always so eager, James – I prefer to make the pleasure last." The redhead shrugged her shoulders, suddenly turning her sight toward the antiquarian man; a pernicious smirk raising the right corner of her pulpous lips.
"No! Don't approach me!" The man forbad her, fearfully; both arms placed in front of his chest to protect his upper body.
The said Charlotte suddenly vamped toward the elderly man, under his loud cries of horror and surprise, before sinking her sharp fangs into the right side of his neck to feed hungrily on her poor victim. She finally pushed his lifeless body on the wood floor; wiping blood from both corners of her lips.
"How disgusting! These old humans have the worst blood you could find." She commented, wincing. "Set a fire inside the shop and leave." She commanded, dryly; her red high heels pumps hitting the floor with each step she took toward the exit.
"Our mission is done?" James asked.
"We fulfilled our end of the bargain." Charlotte replied, turning her head toward her male companion. "He gave our life back to us; freeing us from the past. Now, we released him from his own imprisonment, so we can leave, and fulfil our own destiny." She replied, with a single nod.
"Papa, mama; what did you do?" Mary dropped her many suitcases on the marble floor of her new renovated bedroom; her sight rose instinctively toward the crystal pendant lamp.
"Well, your father and I came to the only conclusion that you needed a change of scenery." Margarethe Smith Golden glanced at her husband; while addressing him a single wink. "You're a grown up woman now, sweetheart."
"It's breathtaking! I truly feel like a princess!" Mary turned on herself several times, arms up in the air; letting herself fall on the silk bedspread to caress the softness and richness of the fabric, before raising back on her feet to jump in her father's arms. "Thank you, papa!" She hugged him, tightly.
"I'm so happy you like it, sweetheart." Charles Golden hugged his daughter back, a large smile plastered on his manly lips.
"Ok, your father and I, we'll let you enjoy your new décor for now, darling." Margarethe blessed her daughter of a kiss on her forehead, before pulling her husband on her heels. "I'll call you when the dinner will be ready."
"Thank you again, this is so amazing!" Mary thanked her parents, once more. "Did you bake my favorite Chocolate cake for my birthday?" She asked her mother, hopeful.
"Of course, I did!" Margarethe nodded, all smiles. "You think I would forget to bake a birthday cake to my only daughter?"
"I love you, mama." Mary blow a kiss to her mother.
"We love you too, sweetheart." Charles replied on behalf of his wife, before closing the bedroom door behind his back.
"You've been such a good father to her." Margarethe raised her sight at her husband, while grabbing both of her husband's hands.
"She's the proud achievement of my life, Margarethe." Charles commented, blessing her forehead of a kiss.
"But she's not …" She tried to comment, before feeling her husband' finger on her parted lips.
"Shush. I know that I'm not her biological father … but … She's my daughter in so many more ways." He commented, truthfully.
"You've been so good to her." Margarethe replied, tears filling her eyes. "And, you've been so good to me."
"I love you Margarethe, and I love Mary like she is my own." Charles hugged his wife. "Never doubt that fact, please?"
"When I left the Gemini Convent, you were the only one who helped and welcomed a pregnant woman into your home." She wrapped her arms around his waist.
"It's because I fell in love with you." Charles replied, truthfully; a sincere smile spreading on his lips.
"She's showing witch power now, did you notice?" Margarethe raised her sight to her husband, with much concern.
"Yes, I've noticed." He nodded, suddenly losing his smile. "We promised each other that we would cross that bridge when the time would come. But, I don't think you should be concerned by her manifestations of power, the convent is none existent anymore – She'll be safe."
"Perhaps you're right." Margarethe let a sigh of relief escape her lips.
"Mary? Maryyyyyyyyyyy?" The loud call in her head woke her up.
"Who's there?" The young woman called herself, eyes wide opened, while straightening her upper body into a sitting position in the bed, before pushing the silk bedspread at her feet.
"Mary? Come on, girl - Deliver me, would you? My neck hurts!" The words continued to hunt her mind. "I feel like a "Genie in a bottle" in here; you know what I mean, right? The blonde chick singer, what's her name… Mm…Christina Aguilera? "I dream of Genie" – With Barbara Eden and Larry Hagman? Rings any bells?"
She promptly jumped on her feet, turning on herself several times to find some sort of clues where the male intruder could be standing - behind the curtains perhaps – she pushed the tick silky fabric only to find an empty space.
"Oh, I obviously have a real blonde on my hands… Great - Perfect!" The male voice continued to echo in her head.
"Who are you, what do you want?" She asked, out loud.
"Well, I thought it was obvious to a blind that I wanted to get out? No?" The voice explained. "But not to a blonde, apparently?"
"Get out? Get out of where?" Mary questioned, wrapping both arms around her chest. Maybe she was losing her mind?
"I think you know the answer to that particular question, but … Because I'm in a fairly good mood today, I'll give you a clue … Look up!" The voice suggested.
Mary swallowed a lump in her throat, before raising her sight at the crystal pendant lamp.
"You're locked in there, aren't you?" She questioned the voice in her head. "I mean in the pendant lamp?"
"Ah! We're getting somewhere!" The voice answered. "Now can you get me out of here?"
"I don't know if I can …" Mary responded, nervously rubbing her cold hands together. "Or if I should?"
"You should and you can!" The voice replied as a direct order.
"Why?" The young woman questioned.
"Because I've said so, Mary! And believe me I always get what I want." The voice growled, loudly in her head.
"How … How do you know my name?" She questioned, once more.
"I know everything there is to know about you, Mary; even what you don't know about yourself." The voice confessed. "Now, if you want to learn more; free me from this lamp!" The voice shouted.
Mary took a step back; her sight raised at the crystal pendant lamp. She finally raised both opened palms in the air, reciting a few incantations over a splash of bright and intense lights.
"Fuck this shit – It hurts!" The voice became clearer and real.
She lowered her head toward the marble floor to finally see the male silhouette appearing in front of her sight. He was kneeling, his head bended on his chest; ripped tuxedo and blood covering his white shirt.
"What's the say? Bloody Mary, bloody Mary, Bloody Mary … Ok, granted we changed the urban legend a little bit, but still." The twenty something, dark hair, young man slowly raised on his legs; slowly unfolding his muscular body. "Damn, it hurts like a bitch to have been locked-up in this pendant lamp for two years."
"Who are you?" Mary asked, mostly speechless to see a "bones and flesh" man standing in the middle of her bedroom.
"Who, me?" The said darkish man pointed a hand toward his bulged chest. "First, let me apologize for how bad I must look; I usually wear clean clothes when in the presence of a beautiful young woman, such as yourself; even more if that said woman is actually my sister." He presented his deepest apologies.
"What? What … What are you saying? It can't be possible!" Mary mumbled, nervously.
"And seriously … Where are my manners? Hi! I'm Malachai Parker; but you can call me Kai now that you've released me from this "pain in the ass" crystal lamp." He handed his right hand, with a devious smile plastered on his lips.
"Kai? The "Malachai Parker"? It can't be…" She shook her head in shock. "You've died … A few years ago, after killing the all Gemini Convent? You …. You were decapitated?"
"Oh you've heard about me losing my head; sister? So much theatrical bullshit from my part, really." Kai exclaimed, falsely surprised. "I'm still popular after all this time then? Wow … Truly wow!" He took a few steps to reach a white leather armchair. "Do you mind? And don't worry about me staining the fabric of this new chair, the blood has been dried for a long time now." He inquired and took the initiative at the same time, before taking a comfortable sitting position; only to grab a bag of Cheese puffs placed on a near table. "Cheese Puffs? There are my favorites!" He opened the bag, before throwing a few pieces inside his mouth. "Damn, this is good… It's like heaven!" He closed his eyes, tilting his head toward the back. "Mm… So good! Oh? And there's cake too?" He reopened them to see the leftover piece of cake also placed on the table. "Oh that's true? It's your birthday, isn't it? Well, Happy Birthday, obviously…Duh? Can I?" He asked without truly asking, before grabbing the piece of cake placed on a small porcelain plate.
"What do you want from me? And why … Why are you saying that I'm your sister?" Mary asked, mostly scared and dumbfounded at the same time.
"Because you are… How simpler can I put it?" He shrugged, with a mouth full. "Well, technically you're my half-sister; but still…"
"No, no … It's impossible." Mary shook her head.
"Well, "impossible" is not a term that I'm familiar with … See, people would think that it was impossible for me to survive being decapitated, and yet … Here I am!" He shrugged. "People would also think that it would be impossible for me to use magic to create a parallel image of myself, while locking my soul into this crystal pendant lamp… Yet, I did it!"
"How am I your half-sister?" Mary inquired shakily; rubbing her hands together.
"What? You did not figure it out yet, really? Well, your dad the "doctor" isn't you're real biological dad, sweetheart." Kai explained; wiping the chocolate from the corners of his lips. "We actually share the same "fucked-up" one." He added. "Your mother had an affair with my "more than saint" father; and … Well, here you are!" He pointed both hands toward his new found sister.
"You're lying, this can't be true!" Mary shook her head, while waving a forbidden finger at the warlock.
"Well, what would be the purpose of me lying at this point?" Kai raised on his legs, brushing the crumbs of Cheese Puffs away from his tuxedo vest. "You see, when I found out that I had a half-sister who never had anything to do with the Gemini Convent, I knew deep down in my mind that this information could get handy one day. And … I guess I was right."
"How so?" Mary questioned.
"Well…" He took a few calculated steps to reach her standing position; while she backed away, hitting the wale in her readiness. "First; you've managed to free me from my crystal imprisonment." He counted his blessings with straight fingers. "Second; you are listening to my tale, which is a rare quality these days. Do you know that I'm probably the most dangerous specie of the supernatural world now? Well… Granted, I probably have another plan in my head to generate one that would actually be a cut above me."
"What do you mean the most dangerous specie?" The young female questioned. "Why would you need that?"
"Why? Well, to be feared of course. When I extracted my soul into this pendant lamp, with one of the most powerful incantation ever used to this day; I've managed to lock the three species together… Big thanks for Tyler Loockwood by the way." He started explaining; pacing back and forth in front of her shivering figure. "Vampirism, Warlock madness and … Werewolf power. Therefore, now I'm a proud product of the three. Isn't it marvelous?" He came to a halt, a large grin spreading on his manly lips.
"And the most lethal too." Mary came to the single conclusion.
"Ah! You're finally running in the right direction… I was worried for a second." He winked, playfully.
"Why me?" Mary questioned, more.
"Well, that was actually the only catch to my plan… You see, having killed my entire convent family had its loophole. If I would lock myself away for a certain period of time, the moment I would come back, I would lose all my magic as a retribution of killing them all; and we don't want that, do we? Or what would be the point of becoming the most feared specie in the world?" He locked his sight with the young woman. "Except …"
"Except?" Mary wondered.
"Except if one of them was still alive. But it was tricky… By killing all my family, no one could still be alive, right? But, what if one was still alive but not an active member of the convent? And what if that person had parts of my D.N.A.? Would that be perfect way to contradict that loophole?" Kai specified, grinning.
"And, I was your way out." Mary came to the single conclusion.
"Indeed, you were." Kai nodded, still smiling.
"I pity you…" Mary shook her head, with her chin raised.
"Why do you say that, Mary, Mm?" Kai frowned; losing his smile all of a sudden while forcefully grabbing her chin with his right hand. "And please don't say because I was never loved by people who had the audacity of calling themselves my family."
"No…" She shook more. "I pity you because your dementia is not what could make you the most feared specie in the world; it's actually your intelligence, your fearless aptitude to find solutions to the most complex puzzles that could have make you the best human being in the world."
Kai swallowed a lump in his throat, tears filling his eyes.
"Well, well… There's intelligence in you after all. We could have actually become real brother and sister in other circumstances." He commented, his right thumb softly caressing her cheek.
"But you need to kill me to siphon my magic." Mary realized, fearless. "And that will kill me this time around."
"Exactly." He nodded. "And thirdly, I need to kill you!"
Kai lowered his sight at the lifeless female body lying at his feet, on the marble floor; expressionless, emotionless and heartless over the loss of his half-sister.
"Sorry, Kiddo… I had no other choices." He finally whispered the finale words as a single eulogy.
He turned on his heels, straightened both sides of his tuxedo vest; before raising his right hand to open the bedroom door with his magic. He smiled seeing the panel being projected on the opposite wall.
"I'm back …" He announced, proudly; advancing toward the staircase, before raising his hand, once more, to project both parents, who had been awakened by all the commotion, on the wall. Slowly going down the stairs, a sadistic smile plastered on his lips. "And I'm coming for you, Bonnie Bennett."
Thank you for reading this prologue, guys.
Take note: I had experienced technical problems with this story on this site - I hope that now it is rightfully tagged in the BONKAI section.
Wishing you a nice summer – Be free and happy!
Be patient for the updates, I have quite a few stories to conclude in the next month. This said, be reassure that I will write this Bonkai fiction.