"Laugh it up, asshole. But she who laughs last laughs longest, and I intend to belly roll tonight."
"Give in to all these reckless dark desires, beautiful."
A seductive male voice with a rich accent delivers whispered words right into her ear. The goosebumps spreading over exposed flesh are the painfully visible proof that his presence alone, along with his husky voice, renders her incapable of forming any coherent thoughts. He disregards each and every reaction he manages to trigger in her. Perhaps it's all part of his bad boy vibe, which includes rudeness most likely, but Bonnie would go out on a limb and even say it's nothing but a defensive mechanism. Well-defined arms snake about the lean waist, crushing willing bodies together. An uneven breath find its way to freedom as the stirring of a fire within occurs upon the roaming of a male hand across her back, only finding its resting point at the lower back. Mint green eyes clash with the fathomless darkness of his eyes, robbing her of breath completely the moment he charms his way inside solid barriers, which normally keeps anyone from entering the domain where she is its sole ruler. With a simple but extremely boyish 200 kilowatt smile. The inability to conjure up any rational train of thought should have been her first clue indicating strong evidence that something isn't quite right. Yet Bonnie disregards that fact. After all it's not every day Bonnie Bennett finds herself in the arms of an exotic Sumerian God.
Sinful lips, certainly capable of delivering nothing but trouble, sweeten the mocha hued skin of her neck's column by the dissemination of short but highly arousing kisses. All while her dazed mind analyzes the prior events that brought her into this not-so-awful predicament.
It had been a rather quiet afternoon after a stressful morning of classes at Whitmore College. With blood-boiling fury flowing through every blood vessel, a grunt of frustration escaped Bonnie on the way back to her parked vehicle after a hurried departure across campus. She just couldn't believe that Professor and his nerve to assign such a heavy load of homework. Returning back to Mystic Falls had been faster than usual but that might have had something to do with the unusual speed she subjected the car to.
Already inside her old bedroom, the Bennett witch paced back and forth with heavy strides while clarity and tranquility were sought by the troubled mind. During the unsuccessful exercise to subdue raging thoughts, especially after the gut-wrenching experience she suffered on the accidental journey to the cemetery, Caroline rudely interrupted her restless meditation with an unexpected call suggesting that both of them should go out and indulge on a night just for them girls. Quickly engaging on a mental brawl between logic and freedom of choice, after exploring every aspects concerning the consequences of a rash decision like this one – including all pros and cons – Bonnie found herself responding to the blonde vampire with enthusiastic "yes!".
"One drama-free night won't hurt anyone." She foolishly thought without actually evaluating all possibilities.
Two excruciatingly long hours later, with a semi-convincing smile glued to her lips, Bonnie studied the reflection of an incredibly beautiful amazon princess, exotic in every sense, with interest. It awarded her with a painfully recognizable forced smile. Attired in a breathtaking crimson, strapless gown, the makeup was low-key as to not draw attention to herself. She gave her reflection a nod of approval as slightly fidgeting fingers kept playing with the only jewelry she chose to wear – a beautiful tear-shaped pearl.
Just a couple of minutes prior to their rendezvous, Caroline called to warn Bonnie about her already expected delay. They had previously decided to travel together. Caroline's compelling skills must be out of this world because she was capable of talking Bonnie into going to the club, just half an hour outside town all by herself. The bubbly vampire only had to present her best friend with the single argument that she would meet her there later. "Are you a chicken, Bon?", she inquired with evident mischief.
Caroline is well aware of the fact that Bonnie despises being called a coward. She is a witch skilled to slay a dragon if necessary. Plus, this wouldn't be as difficult as it seemed, her mind offered her as encouragement.
And so exactly forty seven minutes later she found herself stepping into what felt like an alternative reality. Everything was about bright lights and loud music. The combination of expanding pain and unsettling worry faded the moment she set foot in the realm where dreadful sentiments don't belong. A more certain smile forced its way onto her lips.
With the removal of the weight of the world from hunched shoulders, hips began to sway involuntarily, in accordance with the sick but addictive rhythm of the song playing. The beat urged both arms skyward to follow the synchronized movements of a not-so-uncoordinated body. With tranquility written across the witch's face, she sashayed with additional confidence toward the bar where she ordered a long island iced tea.
"Where the hell is Caroline? It's been almost an hour and still nothing." A nagging voice kept fueling Bonnie's frustration and uneasiness for her friend's lack of communication. She had been playing thoughtlessly with the straw from her cocktail when her undivided attention found a new target to admire and ogle.
Drawn as if by a supernatural string, her breath falters and lips part in need of a quick entrance of oxygen into her system when the most mysterious man my eyes ever laid on enters the dim lit establishment. Displaying absolutely no care in the world, the 6'7 statue of raw beauty and tawny flesh approached Bonnie's frozen figure with a crooked smirk that told the world he was its sole owner. He leaned the well-built upper body over the counter, right beside her, and she couldn't have behaved more uncomfortable with the display of easiness from the self-proclaimed Casanova.
The second sign that something is awfully wrong with the creature fondling the petite sorceress intimately like a long lost lover surfaces when he murmurs the set of words exuding temptation and sin. "Give in to all these reckless dark desires, beautiful."
At first, it sounded nothing more than a pickup line that appealed to innermost fantasies and desires. But as the minutes pass by, Bonnie finds herself unable to deny any verbal requests from the mystery man. He slithers a calloused hand over the length of her upper leg when he finds the high side split of my gown. Flaunting yet another smirk, he lifts her thigh while coaxing her to hook her leg around his waist before sweeping Bonnie off her feet completely. He decides to offer an introduction of himself. "I'm Sin Nanna and I'm a kitsune." Upon the contemplation of Bonnie's initial reaction, mostly one of utter shock and dread now that clarity illuminated her, his lips quirk in amusement and twisted satisfaction. "That's right, Bonnie Bennett, I know everything that is to know about you. And now that you know exactly who... oh I'm sorry, exactly what is successfully manipulating you, let me warn you not to try anything funny."
The mist, which has been clouding her mind, dissolves just enough for Bonnie to provide Sin with a proper response. "My friends will come looking for me; you won't be able to keep me as your puppet for long."
Mocking laughter spills from his lips as his sole reaction to her threat. Apparently, the Japanese trickster's knowledge of her life goes beyond than what the witch had foreseen. Her knowledge of his supernatural species is rather rudimentary. Other than the fact that kitsunes have the ability to assume human form as well as wield magic powers to their advantage, she couldn't say she is familiar with the Japanese foxes also known as tricksters for their willingness to raise chaos wherever they go.
The back of Sin's free hand caresses her now cold cheek. The blood drained away due to the sheer fear consuming her. A look of disappointment adorns his chiseled features as the trickster recognizes the stench of terror. His arms quickly envelop the slightly trembling figure like a lover's embrace and, just in seconds, Bonnie finds herself relaxing visibly to Sin's allure - kitsunes' natural ability to maintain their prey calm and relaxed.
Her throat goes dry the moment bewitched eyes capture the sight of rippling muscles that follow the movements of Sin's arms. And her mind remains disoriented but Bonnie's willingness to break free from his spell proves to be a tougher task than he had initially predicted.
"You're one of the difficult ones, aren't you? It's alright, nothing I can't handle, beautiful." He whispers after consuming the rest of the long island iced tea. Rough fingers close around a fistful of hair before forcing her head back abruptly, his permanent smirk gone. "Listen to this, witch. There is nothing you can do to stop me and now that you've upset me, I'm going to have to do something about it." His sigh reveals nothing but exasperation. "You're going to watch someone you care about die right in front of you. Look at what you've done now. And, oh, did I forget to mention you'll be the one killing her?" The smirk of a true psychopath settles on Sin's lips. "You're going to kill Elena Gilbert."
To be continued…