Bonnie trudged up the stairs of the Boarding house after her conversation with Damon, rubbing at her sore neck and shoulders. With everything that had happened today, she didn't feel like driving back to Whitmore just to deal with an unstable Caroline all night long. So she made her way down the hall to the bedroom she had claimed as her own during their stay in 1994. Pushing the door open, Bonnie noticed that the bed had been made up, a pair of sleep pants and one of Damon's old black t-shirts were folded neatly on the chair beside the bathroom. Bonnie smiled at the thoughtful gesture. It still amazed her how four months in confinement with someone could change the dynamic in a relationship. More proof that Damon could be thoughtful of others when the mood hit him.
Although a shower would relax her and sooth frayed nerves, Bonnie was too tired to even stand for fifteen more minutes. She would indulge in the morning, for the moment, all she wanted was to change and slide between the high thread count sheets into oblivion for the next 12 hours. She stripped and slipped the shirt and pants on. As she tied the drawstrings at her waist, Bonnie contemplated locking the door. There were now two Rippers with free roaming priveledges to the boarding house, but would a little twist knob be enough to stop Stefan or his mother if the impulse really came over them? Bonnie whispered a small spell under her breath, creating a barrier at the door and window, preventing anyone else from getting in. Stumbling at the further drain on her powers, she pulled back the covers and collapsed into downy softness.
She was running. It was dark and cold, Bonnie's breath fogged before her nose, her panting causing little trailing clouds to follow in her wake through the forest. The snow clung to her legs and boots, making it hard to lift each step. Branches clawed at her coat as she tried to stumble past them, desperately looking for a familiar landmark. There was just a glimmer of light on the horizon, but Bonnie could barely make out more than ten feet ahead with the blizzard forming around her. Where was she? How had she gotten there? The last thing she remembered was drifting off to sleep, safe and warm.
A twig snapped off in the distance to her left, and a cold trickle began to run through her veins. She couldn't explain it, but the need to run faster pushed at her legs. Bonnie forced her feet to lift from their snowy entrapment and push through the increasing storm. Another sound in the distance made her skin crawl. She wasn't alone, and she found no comfort in that realization. Her head swam with relief as she broke into a small clearing and saw the Boardinghouse at the opposite end. It was draped in shadow, and something about it seemed changed, but she couldn't quite discern what. The sound of strange footsteps crunching in the snow behind her snapped Bonnie back to attention and she took off for the front porch. Throwing her body against the door, Bonnie collapsed in a heap just inside the entryway. She turned her head but could see nothing following her. With a shove, she slammed the door and muttered a quick protection spell to cloak her presence. Her chest heaved with exertion and she let her head fall back to rest against the wood frame. When her eyes finally opened she took in the surroundings.
The side table that normally stood in the front entry was missing, giving Bonnie a clear view to the front living room. Instead of the double couches she was used to seeing, there were two white upholstered chairs facing a delicate looking settee in dove gray. An oil lamp was lit on a side table and an antique mirror hung above the fireplace. The culmination of changes hit Bonnie with force and her breath was choked from her lungs. She slowly stood up and clutched at the wall behind her, her nails digging into the oak paneling. Bonnie had only caught a glimpse of it when they were there, but she would never forget Lilly's parlor from 1903. A strangled whimper broke free from her throat as she scanned the room, her eyes began to swim and she gasped to take in air.
Bonnie launched herself from the door, looking at it warily. Had it been Kai chasing her through the woods? The memory of his anguished look as he called her name before they disappeared flashed in her mind. How had he managed to summon her back? Even with his new powers, the coven leader would have needed her blood to make the transfer. Bonnie trembled at the possibility. The loneliness was like a gnawing hunger, hollowing her from the inside out, only to be replaced with panic. She felt wetness sliding down her cheeks and neck and she wiped at it with trembling fingers. When she pulled her hands back, what she had thought were tears, was blood covering her palms. She ran to the mirror. Although she didn't remember hitting her head, it would explain the fuzziness and disorientation. The witch gasped at the sight that met her eyes.
She had been expecting her own short bob, matted with blood and the same forest green eyes that had always returned her gaze, as well as the crumpled borrowed sleepwear too big for her tiny frame. In their place glaring at her in horror were dark blue eyes, short brown hair, and the much paler reflection of Kai Parker. The paleness of his stubble kissed cheeks was all the more amplified by the bright red blood tracing from a gash on his left temple. On the right side of his neck were also two deep puncture wounds, wounds Bonnie had seen too often to not recognize. She turned on her heel swiftly but the image stayed the same. Kai now stood in front of her, his body swaying slightly.
"Bonnie?" He croaked, his body slumped to his knees, and on reflex Bonnie caught his shoulders before he could completely collapse to the floor. Kai's eyes opened and his head lolled to the side to look up at her.
"Bonnie please." He whispered.
She shook her head in denial. Her eyes widened. This wasn't real, it couldn't be. The only vampire in 1903 had been Damon's mother and they had brought her back with them. This nauseating feeling in the pit of her stomach began to feel very much like guilt, but she shook it off. Kai was a monster and deserved to be locked away from all humanity. She wasn't ashamed of what she had done, he had hurt her and left her alone to rot in his prison. She had just given him what he deserved; an eternity of solitude in his own personal hell. But alone, he would be alone, just like she had been.
The door made a sickening twisting sound before it exploded inwards. Bonnie yelped and crouched by the gray sofa. Kai's breathing labored as he tried to pull himself closer, attempting to hide behind the corner with her. A dark figure loomed in the hallway. Before it could get any closer, Bonnie whispered another cloaking spell, covering herself and Kai, as she still had a grip on one of his shoulders. The stranger entered the parlor quietly. Upon reaching the light, Bonnie could see it was a man, blond hair and of slim build. His clothes were turn of the century and his posture screamed Victorian Era morality. He scanned the room, his nostrils flared as he turned his head from side to side. Bonnie grimaced, even with a cloaking spell, there would be no hiding from a vampire with the copious amount of blood that covered Kai. She looked between the pale warlock at her feet, and the stranger who was slowly coming closer. Kai was on the verge of unconsciousness, but he seemed to be trying to mutter something. Bonnie bent closer and she heard the last word Kai whispered in his spell.
"Motus"
An antique spear flew from its position on the wall and into the chest of the vampire standing before them. His eyes grew wide as his skin became brittle and gray. He collapsed on the ground before them. As he spent his last few gasping breathes. Bonnie watched Kai crawl towards the corpse. He dug his fingers into the chest wound of the vampire and when he pulled them back, licked them clean of the blood he managed to dip them in. Bonnie saw the wounds on his head and neck begin to slowly close. It did not seem to have the instantaneous result living vampire blood seemed to have, but still managed to stop Kai's own blood loss and begin some of the healing process. Bonnie felt herself dry heave at the scene. Kai looked up in her general direction. He began to crawl back towards her. Bonnie shrank into herself and tensed, her muscles ready to spring forth. As he reached for her, the room began to swim again.
"Bonnie please."
She heard the plea, but it sounded distant. Bonnie could no longer see or feel anything. A cold darkness swallowed her from below, and the witch screamed as she fell into oblivion.