Under Our Skin

by jazzywazzy08

A one night stand brought on my grief and comfort reveals the secret of Bonnie's heritage to Tyler and the Lockwood curse to them both when Tyler's wolf is triggered by something unexpected resulting in a magical bond that has permanent consequences if it remains unbroken. AU from 2x01.

1. Part One : Instinctive

Title: Under Our Skin

Rating: M

Genre: AU/Supernatural/Romance

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Tyler, Mason/Katherine, Mason/Lucy, Katherine/Lucy, Lucy/Mason/Katherine, Caroline/Matt, etc.

Summary: A one night stand brought on my grief and comfort reveals the secret of Bonnie's heritage to Tyler and the Lockwood curse to them both when Tyler's wolf is triggered by something unexpected resulting in a magical bond that has permanent consequences if it remains unbroken. AU from 2x01.

Warnings: Language, Sexual Content, Violence, Dub-Con, etc.

Author's Note: Another repost. Wattpad is glitchy and annoying so back at it again on . This story is AU season two rewrite. This is basically along the lines of what I wanted to happen in terms of the storyline but with a lot of twists. There is going to be some different witch and werewolf lore. Also Caroline is not going to be a vampire in this. It doesn't work with the plot I have developed and really I feel like the storyline was done onscreen to push Caroline into relevancy and Bonnie further to the backburner but I digress. Katherine is going to go after Bonnie in the sense of attempting to "befriend" her so that she can sway her to her side of things. That is what should have happened in my opinion, she has history with the Bennetts and it would have made for a good storyline. Essentially this is a Tonnie fic though. There are some things that are tropey ahead but I am hoping that you all like them. No editing here. Please excuse errors! Happy reading!

Part One || Instinctive

"As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin."

— Pablo Neruda, Ode to a Naked Beauty

Bonnie Bennett took a calming breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. After her confrontation with Katherine she had locked herself in one of the many bathrooms in the Lockwood mansion.

Her hands trembled as she turned on the faucet and splashed her face with cold water. She was tired of this. The feeling of helplessness. Everything she did came back and bit her in her ass it seemed. She had thought she had gained some ground. That she had gotten past all of the bullshit. But really she was just carrying all of her fear, guilt, grief, and uncertainty under an armor made of false bravado and spells she had taught herself after her grams had died that might as well have been fucking parlor tricks for what good they had done against Katherine.

She was on the verge, but she wouldn't break. She had broken before. Shattered into pieces at the loss of the one person that had loved her unconditional and that had the power to guide her and help her with her powers. It had taken so long for Bonnie to pick up the pieces and she hadn't even gotten to put them all together yet. If they fell apart again then she wouldn't be able to come back from it.

People were dead. Dying. Her grams. Vicki. Mayor Lockwood. All gone. The list would keep going and there was nothing she could do about it. She had had a hand in all of it. She had almost lost Caroline. She had tried to protect everyone and make the right decisions but the way that things were backfiring she knew that she couldn't do this alone. And ultimately she was alone.

The tide was turning. Things had been changing ever since the Salvatore had arrived. And while Elena claimed that Bonnie had her, in the end she would follow Stefan's lead when her focus wasn't on whether or not Damon would have a nervous breakdown in the next second.

There wasn't anyone else. Everyone else was too much in the dark. Even Caroline. Her father wasn't an option either. He was gone. Always gone. She knew that if he was aware of the danger that she was in constantly that he would come home more, maybe even stop traveling altogether. But every time he called, she lied and said everything was fine. If he was out of town then he was safe. It was the only way that she could think of to protect him.

Bonnie sighed and grabbed one of the hand towels from the basket on the marble sink. She used to dry off her hands and face. Tossing the towel aside, she ran her fingers through her hair, fluffing it slightly. Digging through her purse she began to take out her makeup so that she could touch up her face.

She would pay her respects and then leave. She owed the Lockwoods that much. A part of her wanted to stay as long as possible. She didn't like being alone at the best of times and since she had nearly been killed being alone didn't sound any more appealing than it normally did.

But her grams place was warded by spells and the spirit of her presence. Besides that Sheila Bennett's house, and the house Bonnie shared with her father, were the safest places for her at the moment not just because of the spells protecting them both but because of the fact that none of the vampires in town had been invited in to either location.

Bonnie adjusted the purple cardigan she was wearing and smoothed her hands down the black dress underneath. When she found herself to be as put together as she was ever going to be, Bonnie moved to leave the bathroom.

As she opened the door, she nearly ran into someone standing on the other side. "Sorry," she murmured as she regained her balance, "I didn't see you."

Bonnie studied the man in front of her. His blue eyes assessed her in turn. Wide stocky frame. He was built kind of like Tyler, though he was slightly taller. There was something familiar about him as his lips curved into a smile.

"Don't worry about it," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly, "You're the girl that helped Tyler and Matt steal the piñata at his eighth birthday party right? Then when we found you guys Tyler said he would give up the candy if you and Matt didn't get in trouble and if we let you have all of the packs of gummy bears. Then when he realized you got him the G.I. Joe that he wanted he proposed to you with a Ring Pop."

Bonnie blushed and looked away. She still wasn't sure who the guy was and really she would rather that not be what she was remembered for as he obviously knew who she was. "Gummy bears were my favorite," she responded looking back with an embarrassed smile. Still it was the first genuine smile she had in a while.

"You obviously don't remember me," he said, after she didn't say anything more than that, "Not that I blame you. I'm Mason Lockwood. Tyler's uncle."

"Oh," Bonnie nodded, "I remember now. My grams used to make gingersnaps whenever you came to town because she said you never left without coming over to beg for them."

"I was sorry to hear about Sheila passing," he said, "She was a little strict, no nonsense, but she took care of people."

Bonnie smiled sadly. It had gotten better. Talking about her grams to other people, but it was still hard at times. "I'm sorry about Mayor Lockwood," she said, "He was kind of a hard ass and I didn't really like him to be honest but...he left people who loved him behind and no matter what kind of person he was he didn't deserve to die."

Mason crossed his arms over his chest and Bonnie thought she had said the wrong thing. But she hadn't wanted to lie. She had hated all the people that had come to her grams funeral singing her praises when they had been the same people accusing her of being a crazed drunk when she was alive. Rambling about the supernatural and being a suspected witch hadn't gained her any fans.

Bonnie always found it strange that while Elena seemed to understand the consequences of what would happened if Stefan and Damon were discovered as vampires she didn't get what would happen if Bonnie was outed as a witch. Her ancestor was burned in this very town and still the importance of keeping Bonnie's secret was always lost to her friend when it came to helping one or both of the Salvatore brothers.

Bonnie was brought out of thoughts as Mason spoke. "That's probably the most honest thing I've heard from anyone about my brother all day," he said. He looked to left and down the hall. "Tyler had a big crush on you if I remember right," he continued when he turned back to Bonnie, "You two still engaged?"

Bonnie laughed a little, shaking her head. "I ate my engagement Ring Pop and things got awkward after that," she quipped. He laughed and she couldn't help but give him admiring glance. If nothing else the Lockwoods had good genes. "Seriously though," she said, "We kind of moved in different directs after a while. We stayed in the same circles just..."

"Weren't into the same things?" Mason asked.

Bonnie thought about Tyler's volatile history and his relationship with the late Vicki Donovan. "Something like that," she said.

"You should go and talk to him," Mason said, "He's…having a hard time. He could use a friend like you." He lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly. "Sheila...she had a way of calming people like us. A magical touch, you know?"

Bonnie's eyes widened and she nodded, dumbstruck. He knew their secret. Did that mean Tyler knew? Did Carol? Had the mayor? She doubted it very much. Carol was a part of the council. If they knew then Bonnie would have either been a recruit or a target depending on how they were feeling that day. But they suspected maybe? And Mason knew.

"I won't say anything," Mason assured her, "We all have her secrets right?"

Bonnie thought about the thing that was still a mystery to her. The fact that Tyler and Richard Lockwood had reacted to the Gilbert Device. But they weren't vampires. She was sure of it. She didn't get the same sense of foreboding from them. She had touched Tyler before and she had touched Mason unintentionally when she had bumped into him. She hadn't felt bad, if anything it was the opposite. There was a draw there that she couldn't explain.

"Where's Tyler?" Bonnie said, clearing her throat.

Mason gestured down the hallway to where his eyes had wandered before. "His father's den," he said, "Down the hall to the left." Bonnie moved toward the direction that he had gestured, but his voice stopped her. "It's good seeing you again, Bonnie," he said.

Bonnie smiled warily before turning and heading toward where he had told her Tyler was waiting. She needed something else to focus on. Something to distract her from her dark mood and figuring out what secret the Lockwoods were keeping would work as good as anything else. Maybe lingering around for a while wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

:::

Tyler Lockwood sat on the couch in his father's den, the black flask clutched in his hand. He had drunken his dad's favorite scotch before. He'd stolen some from his liquor cabinet once while dating Vicki, trying to impress her, but he had never drunken from the flask. Now that his dad was dead he supposed it didn't really matter. Besides, Mason had even taken a swig or two.

He moved to take another swig but stopped at the sound of footsteps. They were softer and more hesitant than Mason's. He looked toward the door and raised an eyebrow as his brown eyes landed on Bonnie Bennett. "Hey," he said straightening.

He remembered his attempt to flirt with her during the Founder's Day Celebration after he had taken the picture of her with Caroline and Matt. It seemed like something that was so far away now. It had went over her head. It always did.

Being friends with Elena and Caroline had made Bonnie insecure. She didn't wear her insecurities on her sleeve like Caroline did, but she shrunk herself next to them. Faded into the background at times. She didn't notice when guys showed interest in her because she never expected them to. It made her easy prey in a certain sense and more likely to remain alone in another.

Tyler had never really gotten it. He had always thought that she was beautiful. Looking at her in that moment he felt some of the incessant anger he was feeling all the time now dissipate. He watched the way her body moved, uncertain and graceful as she walked over to where he sat. Her green eyes looked down at him with empathy but the pity he didn't want to see was also absent and he was grateful for it.

"Hey," she murmured as she sat down next him, "How you holding up?"

Tyler shook his head as he kicked off his boots as he leaned back against the couch. He titled his head upward and stared at the ceiling. It was a weighted question, with a weighted answer. But since he had practically had a heart to heart Jeremy Gilbert that same day, he guessed that opening up to someone he actually liked wouldn't hurt. Besides, something inside of him was telling him that he was supposed to confide in her. That she was his to confide in.

"Angry," he said, "I'm angry all the time. I was before…but it's worse now. I hate him, but I miss him."

Bonnie nodded and then surprised him by kicking her own shoes off and removing her cardigan. Again he watched her move as she folded her legs beneath her and spread her sweater across her lap. "You don't really ever stop," she sighed, "being angry I mean. Death changes people."

He swallowed. He knew that already. She was different, since her grandmother had passed. She had been bubbly before, always smiling. There was something harder about her now, but also something powerful. But there was something broken about her too, probably the same thing that was now broken in him.

"I remember," Bonnie said, "When grams died. There was a woman at the wake. Mrs. Robinson. She lived across the street. She was going on and on about how much she loved grams. The week before grams died she had told her that she belonged in the psych ward when grams had said she was due for an aura cleanse. She had this wig and I just kept thinking about how easy it would be to snatch it off her head in front of everyone and light it on fire."

Tyler let out a surprised bark of laughter. He knew she would understand. Everyone was downstairs lying about what a good man his father was. While Sheila was a good woman, she had her faults. He remembered the funeral. His mother had always said Sheila was unstable and that she taught occult studies because she was obsessed with the paranormal and because she couldn't get a degree in a real subject. At the funeral his mom had brought a casserole and made a speech about what a loss Sheila was to the community. It was easier to praise people when they were dead than alive. Easier to lie when they were just a memory.

He turned his gaze back to her and grinned. "You should've done it," he said, "I would've."

"Probably," she laughed. She made a gesture toward the flask in his hand. "What's in it?" she asked.

Instead of answering Tyler handed the flask over to her. He chuckled as she made a face after taking a sip. "Thank you for coming," he said, "I'm glad you're here." A shadow passed over her face and her expression turned dark a moment; but then she was nodding and smiling slightly.

Tyler felt the need to be closer to her. Something was pulling him forward. He was so calm. No. That wasn't right. He wasn't angry. He was at ease for what seemed like the first time in ages but he wasn't calm. There was something else building inside of him. A heat, tight and coiled in the pit of his stomach. Without thinking he leaned forward and took the flask from her hands, setting in on the top of the table in front of the couch.

Bonnie's green gaze grew wary. "Tyler?" she frowned, "Are you okay?"

He wasn't sure what his expression looked like but there was something in it that gave her pause. He didn't really know what he was doing. He felt hot. He felt like something was pulsing inside of him, bursting and trying to get out.

Her brown hands reached out and framed his face. His skin seemed to tingle where she touched him and as she jumped slightly he was sure she had felt it too. He blinked several times to clear his head and suddenly she was glowing like there was a light projecting from underneath her skin.

He was suddenly hyperaware of her scent, vanilla and lavender. He could feel the thundering of her pulse beneath her skin, hear her heart pounding in his ears. It felt good. Right. Intense. Ions better than the anger, the sorrow, and the loneliness and grief.

His hands reached out and gripped her hips and he tugged her forward. He was only going to hold her, hug her. That's all it was at first. Him holding her, probably a little too tightly. She wrapped her arms around him anyway. "Just for a little while," he whispered.

"Whatever you need," she responded, "For however long you need."

He nuzzled her neck, meaning to seek comfort but that had only made the feeling in the pit of his stomach worse. He pulled back slightly, feeling the urge to bite down and make a mark there in the space between her neck and shoulder. He knew then that something was wrong and he pulled back further attempting to put some space between them.

As he pulled away from her, he looked into her eyes and froze. His mind was telling him that being away from her was not an option. That there was something in her, something inherent that he needed for his own survival. It didn't make sense, but neither did the fact that she was still glowing. Like moonbeams were trying to escape from underneath her skin.

His mind wandered to an assignment he had had in English the year before. To find a poem he liked and read aloud to the class. He had read one of the translations of Pablo Neruda's, Ode to a Naked Beauty as a joke because of the title. There was a line that came to mind as he looked at Bonnie in that moment, "Under your skin the moon is alive." The line had never made sense to him until that moment.

Then he was kissing her, her lips soft and pliant beneath his. He expected her to push him away but she responded to him, hesitant at first. After a while she seemed to melt into him as her lips moved against his.

He had kissed plenty of other girls before but somehow as his tongue swept over her bottom lip to taste her, she tasted sweeter. As he pulled her into his lap and she straddled him her body fit into his better. As he licked his way inside of her mouth, her moan sounded more beautiful to his ears. It was as if something in him had crowned her above all of the rest and he didn't know how or when.

It was because she was his, his mind supplied. She was his to take in a way that the others hadn't been. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and yes, he would take and she would give. That's what she was saying without saying, with the fingers she ran through his hair. With the tongue she slid over the roof of his mouth. With the hips that were beginning to grind slow circles down into his lap. He could take whatever he needed.

He needed her, he decided. One of his hands lowered to her thigh and slid upward, just beneath the hem of her dress. Then someone cleared their throat. The sound seemed far away and distant at first. But then Bonnie stiffened and Tyler felt his anger that had gone resurface as she pulled away from the kiss.

She moved to get out of his lap but he held her place and she stilled. He turned toward the source of her sudden discomfort and wasn't too surprised to see his uncle standing in the doorway. "What is it?" he asked, not bothering to hide his annoyance as he glared.

Bonnie hid her face in his neck as Tyler replaced one of the straps of dress that had fallen down her shoulder before Mason spoke. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, but he didn't sound sincere at all. He didn't look sincere either. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Your mom is looking for you," he said, "She needs you to come back and play gracious co-host. Everyone is leaving."

Tyler sighed and his head fell back against the back of the couch once more. "Can you stall her?" he asked.

Mason nodded. "Not for long but I can cover you," he said, "You got five minutes. Ten if I can pull out the charm."

"Thanks," Tyler muttered, closing his eyes. Whatever high he had been on was wearing off and the real world was coming back in.

Mason left again without another word. Tyler was relieve as Bonnie relaxed slightly when he did. He half expected her to freak out and make a run for it.

"You okay?" she asked, running her hands up and down his chest. The gesture, he knew, was supposed to be calming; but it just brought the burning sensation back to the pit of his stomach.

"No," he shrugged, "But I've got to get down there anyway."

Bonnie nodded. Her hands stilled. "I should probably go," she whispered. Tyler expected her to move but she remained still. "Did you maybe...," she cleared her throat, "Did you want to come over later?"

Tyler was surprised one moment and relieved the next. Whatever this was, he didn't want to ignore it. Being with her made him forget. It was the best he had felt in a long time. "Yeah, okay," he agreed. He lifted his head and kissed her gently on the lips, smiling when she responded.

Then reluctantly he unwound his arms from around her and watched as she got up and silently gathered her things. He stood a moment later, stretching and then bending down to slip his shoes back on. When he stood up, Bonnie was closer to him than he expected.

"I..," she seemed like there was a lot that she wanted to say but she finally settled on, "I'll see you later." The statement sounded more like a question.

"Yeah. I'll call you," he said, trying to keep his tone both firm and reassuring.

Bonnie surprised him again as she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him down until their lips met. He smiled into the kiss, but she pulled back too quickly for his liking. Still there was a promise there. Whatever he needed, he could take. "Okay," she said aloud.

"Okay," he replied. He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. She squeezed his hand briefly before she pulled away and he was suddenly lost again. The grief and the anger returning.
With a murmured goodbye she was gone and then Tyler stood there for what seemed like an eternity before his mother found him. He followed her out of the room silently. He could play the perfect host for now, the new man of the house. Because as impossible as it seemed there was something to look forward to one the other side of it. When it was over, he would call Bonnie.

:::

Katherine Pierce was hauled up in a hotel. She wouldn't get a more permanent place of residence until the next day. It was late and she still had plans to make. Starting the cat and mouse game with the Salvatore brothers was as easy as it had ever been. She needed them distracted and with their focus split between the doppelganger and keeping their own fragile bond intact with Katherine's sudden reappearance she had gotten exactly that.

The only problem was that she had gotten off on the wrong foot with the Bennett witch and that would be a problem. But it couldn't be helped. Still the girl was more powerful and resourceful than expected. She would need to learn and hone her skills but she could be of use once she was able to. Besides, Katherine still had a few cards in play.

She jolted as she felt the phone in her back pocket vibrate. It would only be one of two people. She answered it and smiled. "Tell me that you have good news for me," she said.

"Hey babe," Mason's voice answered, "I miss you too. My day was kind of shitty with the whole mourning my dead brother thing. Thanks for asking. How was yours?"

Katherine sighed. "Sorry," she frowned, "I didn't mean…you know I don't do the mushy concerned partner thing. That's Lucy's thing. She'll be here soon and so you can cry all over her shoulder."

She could practically hear Mason rolling his eyes. "I seriously have no idea why we put up with you," he said, "Me and Luce should just run away together, get married and make werewitch babies."

Katherine winced. She knew that he was joking but it wasn't something out of the realm of possibility. They were helping her because they wanted her to be out of Klaus's influence but they didn't really get the lengths in which she would have to go yet. Besides that, Mason's wolf had chosen Lucy first. Katherine was an add-on. It wasn't at all outside of the realm of possibilities that after all of this, she would be abandoned again.

"Before you start shopping for minivans and houses with white picket fences could we get on with the plan first," she said, "Did you get any information on the witch?"

"She has a name," he chastised, "And since she's Lucy's cousin then I am guessing she would appreciate you using it." Katherine made a scoffing noise and he laughed. "Anyway," he said, "You were right. You said you've been watching them for a while. Piecing together Elena's life. Well you were dead on. She's the one Tyler's wolf wants. I don't know how you figured it out. I could only tell after I touched her. But I bumped into her and suggested that she go and talk to him. By the time I found them again they were practically dry humping on the couch in Richard's den."

"Really?" Katherine grinned, "I was expecting at least another week of them dancing around the issue. They run in the same crowd but they're not exactly besties. Then again you don't really have to be to make the beast with two backs."

"I hate it when you call it that," Mason replied, "But anyway…at the rate their going, there's a chance that she could trigger his wolf gene. If she hasn't started the process already."

Werewolves were secretive at the best of times. Most of their lore didn't make it outside of the wolf and witch communities for that reason. For that reason it wasn't common knowledge that the werewolf gene could be triggered by one of two things, either the first kill or the consummation of a mating bond. The only reason that Katherine knew was because both of her lovers were bond mates with each other.

Had Lucy or Mason been more powerful and their bond a pure one, Katherine wouldn't have been able to infiltrate herself into it and neither would anyone else. A bond between the last of the Bennett line and any other supernatural creature would almost have to be pure and unable to be broken easily, if at all. But the boy, the Lockwood boy, was a true alpha, one of the last of his kind and they were descended from the first werewolves in existence so the bond would inevitably be forged in steel if it were to occur.

"If she bonds with Tyler then she'll see you as pack," Katherine said, "As family. It'll be easier then…to sway her to our side."

"Maybe," Mason said, "But maybe not." It was the uncertainty that was the problem.

:::

Bonnie Bennett stared down at the grimoire in her lap without really seeing its contents. She couldn't process the text. Her mind was fixed on Tyler Lockwood.

After she had left the Lockwoods she had spent about an hour berating herself in her head. She hadn't gone to Tyler with the intention of getting physical with him at all. She didn't have that much experience with boys as it was and majority of the time her nerves got the better of her. She had had to be talked into kissing Ben after all and that had been a huge mistake.

But kissing Tyler was something else entirely. It was out of character for her but it had felt right. Natural. Innate. Bonnie shook her head. She was trying to get her thoughts together but they were scattered in a million different places.

Everything in her had responded to him. Her mind, her body, her power. That was another thing. It was odd but she felt her powers more acutely than she had since finding out their existence. It didn't make any sense but whatever it was that he was, was drawing her in.

She had decided that the sooner she found out the Lockwood's secret, the sooner that she would be able to explain her own odd behavior. She had remembered something about a George Lockwood mentioned in Emily's grimoire and so that was the first place that she had decided to look.

However, she was distracted. Her mind kept wandering to Tyler. His eyes. The way he had stared at her. Hungry, almost, his pupils blown out wide. The way his lips had felt against hers, soft and full. The slide of his tongue into her mouth. The feel of his hands. The impossible heat of his skin. The way that he seemed to understand her in those brief moments of conversation, to need her in a way that no one else ever had.

Sighing Bonnie slammed the grimoire shut. She wasn't going to find out anything tonight. She was sure of. She decided that she was going to do the only thing that she could seem to force her mind to allow her to, wait for Tyler to call.

She wasn't really sure that it had been a good idea to invite him over, but she wanted to see him. To be with him. When she was with him, she could forget. She didn't feel empty or angry or broken and raw. When he had touched she had just felt wanted and desire for him in turn.

Bonnie was brought out of her revelry by a knock on the front door. Frowning she stood from her seat on the couch and looked down at herself self-consciously. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and pair of pajama shorts. It was late and though she was expecting Tyler, she was hoping that he would call first, so that she would have time to change.

Bonnie shook her head. It didn't really matter what she was wearing. He was still grieving and if it was him, then he had probably just come over because he needed someone to talk to. There was a chance that whatever she had been feeling about the kiss wasn't what he was feeling at all. That it had just been a way for him to feel something outside of the anger and mourning. She could understand that. Besides that she had meant it when she had said that she had wanted to be there for him. They hadn't talked much before this but they could start and even with everything, she had always considered him a friend.

With those thoughts in mind Bonnie stood and walked out of her living room and out into the foyer until she reached the front door. She looked moved the curtain slightly until she could see out the glass window and wasn't surprised to see Tyler standing on her front porch illuminated by the porch light.

"Hey," she said, as she opened the door to him.

"Hey," he responded, "Sorry I didn't call. Things just got really bad after you left and I just…had to get out of the house. Can I come in?"

Bonnie nodded and stepped aside as he walked over the threshold. She hadn't thought he was a vampire, but him not needing an actual verbal invitation had confirmed it and for that she was relieved. Still she didn't know exactly what he was or what was causing her reaction to him.

He brushed up against her as he walked inside and she shivered slightly as she closed the door behind him.

Turning Bonnie watched him as he took of his jacket and hung on the coat rack by the door. "Do you want to talk about it?" Bonnie asked.

"I..," Tyler frowned. He didn't want to scare her. He was already scaring himself. He had practically attacked his mother and Mason had to physically restrain him and talk him down afterward. The curse of being a Lockwood, that's what Mason had called it before advising Tyler to go somewhere and clear his head. Going to see Bonnie was the first thing that he could think of after that. "Not really," he said, "I got into a fight with my mom. Like I said, I've been angry a lot lately. I almost got physical with her…Mason had to restrain me and then I left. I came here because I didn't know where else to go."

Bonnie supposed the only other place he could go was to Matt's but he was still at the hospital with Caroline. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bonnie said biting her lip, "I was thinking…about what happened before I left your house today..."

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Tyler said, before she continued. Her face fell slightly and he shook his head. "No I mean," he sighed, "I didn't do it because I was angry or upset or whatever. I kissed you because I wanted to. I needed to. It was something I've wanted to do for a while now."

Bonnie's eyes widened at the admission. "Oh," she muttered. She thought about her words carefully before she spoke. She wasn't sure where the idea came from, or perhaps she was, but she wanted to be with him. She wanted them both to be able to forget, even if it was just for a little while. "I was thinking," she said, "I haven't been able to feel much of anything good lately. Not until you kissed me and I thought…maybe we could just not think about everything else and just be together tonight."

She wasn't asking for a commitment or for him to make any promises. Too many people had broken promises to her already, promises to him too. But they could be two friends that found comfort in each other. Even if something was telling Bonnie that it would never be just that in between them. That it would always be something more. Something palpable, something that was beginning to make her heart beat a little faster even though she couldn't identify it.

Tyler was quiet a long time before he took a step forward and then another and another. Bonnie stepped back until she realized that she had been backed up against the front door. She swallowed as his brown eyes moved over her face until they settled on her lips.

She wasn't surprised when he kissed her, but she was surprised by her own eager response. Perhaps she shouldn't have been. It wasn't as if it hadn't been that way the first time around. When he pulled back and looked down at her, Bonnie took a deep breath and built up her nerve before she said her next words. "Did you want to go upstairs?"

Tyler nodded. "Okay," he said. When she reached out her hand, he took it. He allowed himself to be lead upstairs and through the house he hadn't really been inside since middle school.

When they reached Bonnie's bedroom she hesitated a moment before she opened the door and ushered him inside. It was smaller than his but a lot cleaner. The bright red on the walls made him smile as did the floral bed sheets. It all seemed more in line with the way she had been before however, than the way that she was now. The Bonnie that she had been before would have never invited Tyler Lockwood into her house, let alone into her bedroom. But then again, he was different now too.

Tyler walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of it. When Bonnie stayed standing across the room, he motioned for her and she walked over to him at a much slower pace than necessary.

Once she was in arm's reach, he pulled her to stand in between his parted legs. "When you said you wanted us to be together tonight," he said, quietly, "Did you mean-" Bonnie nodded before he could continue. "Have you ever-" he began but she shook her head before he could finish the question. Tyler swallowed, tampering down something inside of him that seemed to howl happily at the news that he would be the first one to have her. The only one, his mind corrected but he ignored it. "Are you sure?"

Again Bonnie nodded. "I trust you," she whispered, and then, "And I want you." She was embarrassed by the admission but it was no more embarrassing than whatever else they were about to embark on. His eyes seemed to glow for a moment, changing to a bronze color before fading back to brown. She decided that she was seeing things when he next spoke.

"We can do this at your pace," he said, "I'll take care of you. Then after…if you want to try something else then we can try something else. It's whatever you want."

Bonnie wasn't sure exactly what he meant but she nodded anyway. Then he was kissing her and she found that she really didn't care what he did as long as he didn't stop.

The touches were soft on both sides at first. A gentle exploration. His hands in her hair, her trailing light fingertips beneath his shirt. But then they got more aggressive before either of them realized it and Bonnie could only call what they were doing pawing at each other as Tyler sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

When their clothes started to disappear, she was sure she would feel self-conscious but that wasn't what happened. She felt like her body was his to look at, his to appreciate as he pulled her t-shirt over her head and tugged her shorts down over her hips, taking her panties with them.

"You're beautiful," he said, once she was laying naked on her back on the bed, "Your skin, your eyes, your face, your hair…everything. You're so fucking beautiful, Bonnie."

Bonnie blinked several times, fighting the urge to cry. She barely registered it as he took off his clothes, so focused was she on his words. Then he was leaning over her kissing along her jaw, the weight of his body on top of her both new and oddly familiar all at once.

"You're beautiful too," she said as she looked up at him, her hands ran down his chest. She knew she sounded silly but she was serious. She meant it. The deep brown of his eyes. His strong jaw. The muscle definition of his body. His tan skin. He was beautiful and he was glowing. She was sure when it started but he was fucking glowing.

She opened her mouth to ask if she was going crazy but stopped when he laughed a little at her words. Then his hands were on her and then his mouth. Trailing kisses and sucking bruises into her exposed skin.

She felt the low hum of her power just beneath the surface. She tried to give as good as she got. Returning the touches as best she could but her skin was so hot and there was something happening. She could feel it. Something building outside of the pleasure that was causing the ache in between her legs.

Then his mouth trailed down and by the time that she felt his tongue inside of her the lights were flickering. Something was wrong. She should stop him. Warn him. But she couldn't. She needed him. She gasped a finger joined his tongue and then another.

She felt like she was going to burst out of her own skin. She couldn't breathe, but her fingers threaded through his hair and she pressed him closer. Her hips jerked upward for more but it wasn't enough. The lights flickered on and off at a faster rate and she could here the wind howling outside. Her magic. It was there, a living and breathing thing. It wanted something else.

She tugged impatiently at Tyler's hair. He lifted his head upward and looked at her. she realized for the first time that his eyes seemed glazed over. He was down on all fours, his fist were clenched in the sheets, and he was hard. "What do you need?" he asked, his voice low and husky, "Tell me what you want and I'll do it."

She didn't know how she knew but she could tell that he was restraining himself. Pushing down some like of inbred instinct so hard that he was beginning to tremble with. "Whatever you're trying to stop yourself from doing," she said, her voice sounding foreign to her own ears, "I need you to do it."

She didn't really know what she was saying. She knew what she was asking for and yet didn't have any idea.

He was off the bed in seconds. Digging in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his wallet, and then pulling out condom.

Bonnie blinked at the speed in which he put in one and then he was on top of her again, nudging her legs apart with his knees. When he lifted her hips and pushed inside of her, there was a slight pain but she welcomed it because her magic began to hum happily through her body and then there was pleasure, so much pleasure, even with the pain as he pulled out of her pushed back again.

Tyler had tried to keep his head on straight. But he had been gone even before he had gotten her completely naked. Something demanding that he take. Something telling him that he had to cover her with his scent. That he had to mark every expanse of exposed skin. That he had to show her who she belonged to. She was his. She was his. She was his. With each thrust, the mantra was repeated.

She was moaning louder and louder and then her voice gave way something else. An odd chant leaving he lips, words in a language that he didn't understand. He wanted to stop and because something wasn't right. But it was right. It had be right. He had never felt anything so right. So her kept thrusting, harder and faster until she wasn't saying anything but his name over and over again.

Bonnie's eyes closed and then opened. She stared up at the ceiling and they widened. There was a pentacle there, made up of flames. A spell. She was doing some sort of spell. She closed her eyes again and tried to clear her head and tell Tyler to stop. But then all she could hear where his moans and the sound of his heavy breathing. All she could say when she opened her mouth, was, "Tyler, please," she said. He had to finish it. What she wasn't sure but it had to be him. His eyes were glowing again as they looked down at her a brighter shade than the bronze before. "Please."

He knew what she was asking even though a part of him didn't understand. She had told him not to restrain himself. He had to do what she said. He had to listen. She was his but he was hers and he had to listen.

He looked down at her at watched as she exposed her neck to. Submission, his mind supplied. This time when the urge to bite came to him he succumbed to it. Leaning forward, he wrapped his mouth around flesh of juncture between her neck and shoulder and he bit down until he broke the skin.