Chapter 2: Submission
"What?!" She yelled for the third time. "No—" It didn't matter how many times Stefan explained it or framed it. It was insanity. He was out of his goddamn mind.
"I know it sounds weird and crazy," Stefan licked his lips. "But it's the only way. The ripper is tamed by you. You are the only one that has been able to do this. I have never been snapped out of it like this before."
"This isn't an odd request. It's completely insane and bizarre!" Bizarre didn't even begin to describe the situation. She always had a penchant that Stefan was a glutton for pain, but she didn't realize how much until now.
"Please Bonnie, you are the only one that can help me." By punishing you?"But why punish you?"
"Because," He tousled his hair. "When I am in that state of mind or personality or whatever the fuck happens to me, the Ripper doesn't understand good or evil. He doesn't empathize or sympathize with anyone. He can only understand pain and pleasure. Emotions are foreign and no longer exist, but his instincts are there… Everyone else tries to talk to the Ripper, but he can't be reasoned with by talking. You're the only one that seems to understand that," Stefan said. "You have the power to easily subdue him at any time or have the power to inflict pain. That's the only way." She leaned back in her bed. She took a few deep breaths.
"Basically training him like someone would train their pet not to do things."
"To an extreme degree," he added. She sighed and hated that she was even entertaining the idea.
"How are you sure this will even work?"
"I am not 100% sure if this will work. I mean there is a huge possibility that the Ripper will exact revenge for being treated like a ragdoll." Stefan paused. "But, I believe in your power. Your magic. The reason I am even able to talk to you normally right now is that your magic did something."
"I am still unsure…" Bonnie was hesitant. For a good reason, too. The fact Stefan was normal right now was an accident and probably due to Dark Magic. She had no idea what the consequences would be in this situation or how it would affect Stefan.
"Please," He said. Her eyes widened when Stefan got onto his knees. "I'm sorry for everything that I've done. Even now I am begging for you to save my life again." Bonnie bit her lip. She knew that helping Stefan would wrap her back into the mess she vowed to leave, but as per usual, those green eyes played on her weak points. She wondered if she had ever told Stefan "no" and stuck to that. She doubted Elena had ever had that much power over her.
The pleading in his eyes and the hurt were hard to turn away from. Stefan Salvatore, a bastard? Maybe. A nuisance? For sure. A martyr? Hell yes. Stefan Salvatore was a million things but evil?
No.
She damned herself to hell and back. She could see herself in him even more clearly now. The damage from people he trusted most. The torment of his sins. Bonnie knew she was the only one that could help him or had the power to rein in the Ripper.
"I'll do it."
-X-
Bonnie was exhausted from last night and on edge.
"Where is he?" She mumbled. She had no idea if Stefan would awake being his usual self or the maniac. She had let him stay last night but had no plans on allowing him to reside in her house after that. Having to look over her shoulder in her own home was uncomfortable at best. She felt anxious waiting, and all she could think of was the conversation last night.
She was pulled out from her thoughts when she heard a knock on the door. She goes to open it half expecting Elena to be there asking where Stefan was but was surprised when it was actually Klaus.
"Hello, love," Klaus spoke. Bonnie's eyes widened. Heat and wetness pooled between her legs, and she never had such a strong urge to die from embarrassment. Her body obviously responding to the nightmare in which she had sex with Klaus.
"Klaus?" She began to wonder if the dark magic was giving her hallucinations. "What are you doing here?"
"In the neighborhood."
"Yeah right. Why are you really here?" She rolled her eyes. He was definitely up to something.
"I have only good intentions." Klaus could tell his act wasn't going to do him any favors by the way Bonnie responded. So, he dropped it all together. "I heard a rumor that you no longer associate yourself with the doppelganger and the rest of the misfit friends."
"Rumor is true then."
"Happy to hear that," Klaus said. "Unfortunately, we didn't exactly get on the right foot at the beginning. Seeing as your friends are a thing of the past—" She knew where the speech was going. She should have known Klaus wasn't above befriending enemies or prior ones in an attempt to gain power.
"I may be lonely, but I am not desperate," Bonnie smirked.
"Well, if you do become desperate," Klaus handed her a note. "My door is always open, and the countless grimoires I have are always ready to be read."
"Hmm." She stared at the note that had his address on it. She was tempted. Who wouldn't be? She was sure Klaus had a plethora of ancient grimoires at his disposal, and many of them probably contained black magic. Considering she no longer plead loyalty to Elena, Klaus was no longer her enemy, technically. She then felt a presence behind her. The Ripper.
"Stefan," Klaus's voice seemed lower than usual. Almost threatening. "I heard Elena was looking for you." Of course, she is. Bonnie didn't even bother asking how he knew that.
"She can keep looking then. I've taken residence up here." Like hell you have, she thought.
"Thank you, Klaus. I will think about it." She then closed the door. She turned to face the Ripper and realized why Klaus was looking at them oddly. The only thing Stefan had on was a towel that was hung dangerously low on his waist and his hair was damp. Bonnie became flushed and turned away.
"Hello, witch." The Ripper greeted.
"I am surprised you aren't attacking to avenge your pride," Bonnie replied.
"I am furious." The Ripper smirked. His fangs showing out of the corner of his mouth. He leaned closer. "Your pheromones are worse today."
"My pheromones..?" Bonnie asked.
"You've smelled aroused since last night." The Ripper said matter of factly.
"What?" Bonnie could feel her face turning red.
"Vampires have a heightened sense in general. Arousal is something we sense as well." He explained. The Ripper's voice lowered. "It's like your body is beckoning and begging for someone to fuck it. I'm sure every vampire you've encountered has noticed."
"Quit it." She couldn't stand the Ripper's teasing.
"Why?" He grinned. "Does it bother you knowing that Klaus was looking at you with bedroom eyes?"
"You're lying."
"Definitely not. I know Klaus quite well remember? Chicago ring any bells?" He said. "I know when a woman caught his interest and you have. Or at least his dick's interest anyway."
"No one notices me that way least of all Klaus."
"I've always noticed you." She didn't want to think about the implications of those words.
"Anyways," She cleared her throat. "You are not staying here."
"Where else will I go?"
"Your extravagant home."
"Damon and Elena are there. They annoy the hell out of me." The Ripper then added, "Besides aren't you supposed to look over me? Babysitting until boring Stefan shows back up?"
"You—"
"I may not be Stefan, but I do share his head and his memories." The Ripper hummed. "Besides, what were you doing to do about me anyway?"
"Incapacitate you."
"For how long? Until I became Stefan again?" The Ripper chuckles. "I will behave myself on conditions."
"No."
"No negotiations? How like you. However, I do want to so at least listen to what I have to say." After a long moment of silence, Bonnie looked at the smirking Ripper with every fiber of her being, irritated. She knew he'd only follow her if she walked off. This was probably how he used to act like in Chicago with Klaus, she thought. She had wondered when Stefan had become the Ripper why Klaus hung around him because he acted emotionless. But she could see now if this was the Ripper's real personality, then she knew why Klaus and Rebekah had gotten along with him so much. Psychotic, arrogant, and she supposed amusing.
"What do you want?"
"I am not giving up human blood on any condition. I need it to survive after all, and the vegetarian lifestyle doesn't seem to work out." The Ripper said.
"Is that all?" He grinned at the irritation in her tone.
"You and Stefan did discuss punishing me for misbehaving. How about when I do behave myself? I want a reward."
"Do you want a gold sticker or a candy bar for not being an asshole?" He chuckled at her reply. She rolled her eyes and knew he was fucking with her. She was about to move away until Stefan leaned closer. Both his arms suddenly pushed against the door and on either side of her head. Bonnie was about to use a charm before he spoke.
"You." He answered. "Since you are the one punishing me, you should be the one rewarding me as well. Sounds fair."
"No way in hell." She mumbled. "Aren't you supposed to be unreasonable and controlled by your instincts?"
"I can be reasoned with," Stefan smirked. "In certain contexts."
"Like I said no."
"Your pheromones aren't going away any time soon. It'll only get worse if someone doesn't handle it." She knew exactly what he was insinuating. "It's already unbearable being around your scent as it is."
"I can handle it myself." Bonnie pushed past him.
"By all means try with whatever vibrator you have in your bedside desk." He rocked on the balls of his feet. "But know self-pleasure is only a temporary solution to that problem." She scampered away from him. Her face probably bright red. At that point, she would have preferred the emotionless Ripper hell-bent on revenge and killing her.
-X-
Klaus was pacing in his study. He couldn't get the image of Bonnie Bennett out of his mind or her smell. Oh god, her scent. When she had opened the door, her pheromones had been worse than the previous night which he thought was impossible. It hit him like a brick wall. The scent inescapable even when he held his breath. But why now? Why did his body respond to her now? Why not weeks before? Something was off. The witch had to be up to something. He just had to figure out what.
The memory of her scent and the way her scantily clad pajamas clung to her body were soured when he remembered Stefan. He had no idea or inkling why he was with Bonnie. Let alone living with her. If his lack of clothing was any indication, they were close. Lovers, perhaps?
Even if it weren't the case, the wolf inside him hadn't been happy by seeing her next to a half-naked male. He knew wolves were territorial but never knew it was to this length. He had only been interested in Bonnie for her magic and keeping her out of his business, but his visit seemed to completely change his motives. He wanted Bonnie Bennett. That much he knew for sure, but the circumstances surrounding this desire were a mystery. His thoughts were interrupted when Rebekah entered his study without knocking. He sighed and knew there was no such thing as privacy in his family.
"What do you want?"
"Is that any way to treat your little sister?" She mocked, and he couldn't help but chuckle.
"What is it?"
"Better," she said. "Did anything happen last night or today? Kol is acting... strange."
"When isn't he?" Klaus dismissed her worries.
"It's about the Bennett witch. He is obsessed with her. He's been asking me and Elijah about her all damn day." Klaus had totally forgotten about Kol's sudden interest of Bonnie due to the day's events. Considering how drastic Kol was as a person, in decisions and moods, it didn't surprise Klaus at all that a peak of interest became an obsession. Kol dealt in extremes. "Can you explain to me why because me and Elijah haven't got a clue."
"Pheromones." He answered. "And she showed a little skin when she was at the bar to pick up the Ripper."
"That's it?" Rebekah tsked. He shrugged. After a few moments of silence, Rebekah sped out of his study but knew she wasn't satisfied with that answer. He leaned back in his chair. Kol's obsession was definitely going to be a problem.
-X-
Bonnie gazed at her grandmother's grave. She had decided to visit the grave considering she hadn't been there in awhile and to place her grandmother's favorite flowers on the grave. She couldn't handle being with Stefan in her house and just wanted to be away. That wish was short lived. She stilled when she felt another presence coming towards her. She turned quickly and saw Kol with a basket of flowers.
"Hello," Kol spoke. She was unsure why he was here. She doubted he was going to see a dead friend. She was ready to fire off a spell at any moment and kept her guard up. She had no idea what he was capable of and knew very little about the youngest Mikaelson son.
"These are for your grandmother." He approached her slowly but not out of caution or fear. It was as if he knew his presence made her uncomfortable. When he handed her the flowers, their hands briefly touched.
"Why are you giving me this?" Despite being confused by his motives, she still laid the beautiful arrangement of flowers on her Grams' grave.
"I came to pay my respects. I have always been friends with the Bennett witches." Kol shrugged. "Much closer than my siblings." She wasn't sure what to say to that. She gauged his expression, and she doubted he was lying.
"Why be friends with the enemy?"
"I never saw witches as my enemies like Nik may have. I used to be a witch." The answer had surprised her. He used to be a witch?
"You..?" But, it made sense considering Esther was a witch. One of her children had to have carried the magic gene.
"Only I had the ability. Rebekah and Finn were sensitive to magic but were basically mortals. My father disliked magic, but he hated that his son was a witch. He would have been okay if Rebekah had been one...Glad that old fool is dead." She awkwardly tried to change the subject.
"Do you... miss it?"
"Greatly," He nodded. "However, Nik did not understand my resentment. Ironic how he wanted to be who he truly was but thought less of me because I wasn't happy being who I wasn't." She couldn't imagine. She had moments where her magic had gone away from her own idiocy or someone else's meddling. It felt hollow. She became disconnected from nature and had lost one of her senses. She couldn't imagine being forever without it. But… Bonnie scanned Kol and was sure he was pulling something.
"Why are you telling me all this?" Bonnie whispered. "I don't see any merit."
"Bonnie," She jolted at the voice. Damon was making a beeline towards them. Kol's once composed expression hardens, and he glared.
"What are you doing?" Damon's accusatory voice made her roll her eyes.
"Visiting Grams' grave."
"With him?"
"Does it matter?" Bonnie shook her head. "Leave, Damon." Kol got up from his crouching position.
"She said leave, mate," Kol smirked. "I would suggest leaving."
"Are you working for the enemy now?" Damon scolded.
"A Bennett Witch working for someone is a laughable idea. It is also quite insulting." She couldn't help but feel proud of Kol's words. He had been one of the only people she had met that ever spoke of her family in such a high regard. She could tell that at least his respect for Bennett Witches wasn't a lie.
"No, I don't. And like I have repeated leave me alone." She would have used her magic, but they were in public for anyone to catch them. When Damon remained even despite the threats, Kol walked over to him.
"Walk away while you can Salvatore. This is your last warning." His voice low. "She is under my protection, so I suggest leaving her alone. Because if she doesn't deal with you, I will." Finally taking the hint, Damon begrudgingly walked off.
"He'll be back." Bonnie sighed. "He's too stubborn and too stupid."
"Why don't you kill him?" Kol's hand reached out. She took it, and he helped her up.
"I don't believe in killing just because. I may hate him but…" She was already walking a tight path between light and dark. She was sure if she could justify killing Damon then she would justify killing everyone else in town that had wronged her in some way.
"But thank you," Bonnie said. "Why are you so nice to me? Aren't you supposed to be the maniac brother?"
"So... Nik does talk about me behind my back." He mused.
"I heard it from Elijah. He said you were a little crazy."
"He isn't wrong and I'm sure you put it much nicer." He shrugged. "But I usually don't go on massacres without cause or at least since the 1600s."
"Gotchya." She was once again reminded that he was still a vampire that was capable of murder. She began to walk away.
"This wasn't all an act to gain sympathy from you so you could do something for me." Kol caught up to her. "It was to give me a chance at you seeing me as different from my siblings." She halted and turned to face him. She raised an eyebrow. A chance to be seen differently?
"For what?"
"So you'd consider me." He said. "As a partner and a lover." He was straight to the point on his intentions. Bonnie's mouth slightly gaped, and she had no idea how to react or answer. All that came out was,
"Oh." She was just frozen in place. She had never had a guy bluntly confess his feelings for her. She exhaled and snapped herself out of it. "You do?"
"Yes." His boyish smirk was playful and charming.
"Well then," For who knows why Bonnie couldn't say no so she instead said, "If you want to be considered, you should act genuine. I have deception, and I would rather get to know who you really are." At one point, Bonnie's brain must have switched off because even she thought she was rambling. "So you should act the way you usually act around me."
"Anyways, I have to leave. I will see you later I guess?" She hurriedly went back to her car.
-X-
When she arrived home, the Ripper had left to do God knows what. So, she decided to head to bed considering she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep last night. Unfortunately, the sexual dreams returned. This time Klaus was not at the center of attention but someone equally as bad.
"I thought I trained you better." Bonnie purred. She was in her bedroom. Stefan's hands chained to the headboard. The Ripper's eyes twinkle with amusement. "What's gotten into you?" She was amused by the Ripper's antics. "You're attention was on him all night." The Ripper said. "So what if I broke a few necks tonight?" "Do you crave my attention that much you'd rather be punished than ignored?" "Correct." The Ripper smirked. "I am not beneath torturing, kidnapping, and murder to get it." She approached the Ripper. His body was completely exposed. A few slash marks cut across his skin that hadn't yet healed. His muscular body gleaming with sweat and his arousal was clearly shown. His eyes were wild, untamed. They watched her as if a predator waiting to pounce. The want and desire he displayed was all for her. She reached out to him. Her hand caressed his face. Stefan's emerald eyes darkened with lust. "You've played with your other toys for the night. It's my turn." He growled when she reached down and stroked his hard member. "You're the one always demanding my attention." She smirked. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't give them attention as well." "I don't play fair." He growled as she stroked him harder. She could tell he was close to an orgasm when she let go of his member. She loved to tease the Ripper to garner a reaction. He was the most animated when he was getting his way. His fangs descended, and she could faintly see the dark veins under his eyes. "Neither do I," She laughed.
She had been awoken by screaming. More specifically Damon's scream and Elena's yelling. She rushed out of bed and headed to the noise ready to shoot off a spell. They had broken into her house but hadn't made it past the living room. Stefan had Damon pinned down on the floor as Elena screamed at Stefan to let him go.
"Please, Stefan!" She was angry at both of them. "Bonnie, please stop Stefan!" The Ripper glances up at her and grinned. He grabbed Damon by the neck and dragged him to her.
"I have a present, master." The teasing tone in his voice made her want to roll her eyes.
"I don't want him."
"Good. I may have gotten jealous." He gripped Damon again and dragged him to the front door before flinging him out the house. Elena watched, horrified. He walked back towards Bonnie and had a satisfied expression on his face.
"I'm going to bed." He whispered before leaving. She didn't doubt he was going to her bed, but she was going to deal with him later. Despite being the Ripper, he had shown restraint, and he somehow knew Bonnie wanted to talk to Elena. She walked over to the doppelganger.
"What do you want? I told you to leave me alone." Bonnie's harsh tone made it clear her mind hadn't changed. "You decided to break into my house in the middle of the night…"
"You knew Stefan was here, but you didn't tell me." She wanted to slap the girl. The hurt tone in her voice made her anger heighten. "And I came over to talk about us. And Kol who's claiming you're under his protection. What happened to you, Bonnie? You've changed." There was really nothing left to say. Elena was clouded by selfishness to see Bonnie's perspective.
"Yes, I have." She said. "For the better. You're only mad I am no longer at your beck and call. Do me a favor Elena and fuck off." Her magic picked Elena up and took her outside, the whole time she was screaming. Bonnie closed the door with her magic before heading back to her bedroom. Stefan was laying on her bed.
"Thank you."
"I didn't do it out of the goodness of my heart." The Ripper said. "They irritated me and besides, I thought dealing with them would get me a reward."
"Your reward is not getting kicked out with them." She sighed when he wouldn't leave. She was too tired and angry to give a shit anymore. She walked over and got onto her side of the bed. She glanced over and saw that the Ripper had his eyes closed. She frowned when she saw that he had a cut along his jaw.
"Who cut you?"
"Damon with a vervain knife." He said. Bonnie got on her knees and bent over him.
"Take off your shirt." His eyes suddenly darkened with lust, and she quickly added,
"I don't want you ruining my sheets. I'll heal you." Stefan complied readily and wiped off the blood with his shirt. The cut was shallow enough not to require much energy. Her hand grazed his soft skin. She focused on the wound and not on the intense green eyes staring at her. Once she was done, she had grabbed the shirt and wiped off the excess blood before tossing it on the floor.
"You've gotten much stronger." The praise from the Ripper was unexpected, but she couldn't help but feel happy by his statement. The Ripper laid back onto the bed and closed his eyes. She bit her lip. The dream from earlier flooded her mind. She quickly laid down and shoved those thoughts away.
-X-
There was a late night meeting at the Salvatore Boarding house that had been arranged by Damon and Elena and forced the others to go. Caroline watched the scene with disinterest as well as Tyler and Matt as Damon told them about Bonnie's violence towards him. Caroline did glance at Elena when Damon described Bonnie as a "bitch" and some other slurs, but the girl hadn't even flinched. She even chimed in at times to agree that something had to be done with Bonnie or what was wrong with her. There was also another matter at hand, Stefan had fled from the Salvatore Boarding House and was staying with Bonnie.
Caroline couldn't stand their whining about her. They were the ones that stupidly decided to break into her house in the middle of the night when Bonnie explicitly did not want them anywhere near her. She had no idea how they were twisting reality so severely in their minds.
"We need to do something," Damon said. Elena nodded.
"Do what exactly? You broke into her house!" Caroline replied sternly. "What the hell, Elena?"
"I just used the key under her mat…" Elena explained. Her face now flushed.
"How come you're not concerned by the fact Bonnie used her magic on Elena?" Damon snapped.
"Maybe don't break into her fucking house!" Caroline was done with Damon's bullshit. "Elena if you really do want to make things right. This is NOT the way. You are only going to push her further."
"But she needs help, Care!" Elena said. "She's never used magic on me. Not to mention she's under Kol's protection."
"The Mikaelson asshole threatened me when I tried to approach Bonnie earlier today," Damon smirked at their skeptical expressions. "Besides that, Stefan had attacked me in her house, and he called Bonnie master. Why would Stefan be there in the first place and why would the Ripper be the messenger anyway? He has never listened to anyone. Bonnie has to be doing something."
"Stefan's behavior was bizarre." Elena didn't like the way Stefan had looked at Bonnie or even the way he spoke to her. She knew Bonnie had to have some magical leverage over him maybe as a way to get back at her.
"Even if we agreed with you," Tyler paused. "How the fuck are you going to convince her? She can throw any one of us like a ragdoll with her magic and then there's Kol and Stefan."
"We could ask the Spirits. They would never talk to us, but maybe Elena can convince them to take Bonnie's powers." Damon suggested. Caroline knew they weren't backing down, but at least Caroline could buy Bonnie some time. She said,
"We'll give it some thought. But let's see in a week if anything changes."
