Well, I hope someone is reading this. I know Bonnie Tyler isn't popular but I hope people read this and give it a chance.
The guy wouldn't stop coming at him. He just wouldn't stop.
Even though Tyler knew all of that. He knew he had to protect himself, it still didn't stop the sick feeling in his gut as he stared down at his blood stained hands. It didn't stop the the scream inside of him wanting to desperately escape every time he realized the lump he could see out of the corner of his eye was the body of a dead man. A dead man he had killed for his own protection, but had still killed.
The man had been rabid, coming at him with his hands, feet, teeth, anything he could use, as if he only had one purpose and that was to kill him. Tyler had tried holding the man down, knocking him out, but the man just kept coming. He couldn't run because they had locked him in the room with the crazed man and it didn't take long for Tyler to realize that this was that mad doctor's intent. To make him a murderer.
He had been forced to bash to man's head in to the ground over and over just to get him to stop clawing at him. Though that was the truth, Tyler also knew it was also the truth that anger and rage had overcome him and the ruthlessness of his actions hadn't been completely necessary.
His hands shook and he could no longer look at them, his gaze fell onto his blood soaked sneakers, which weren't to much better. He felt bile climb up his throat and a second later he found himself retching dryly over his knees. He sobbed as only spittle flew from his mouth.
"It had to be done."
Tyler flinched, his head snapping to stare at the insane doctor who was obsessed with witches, vampires, and wolves. He snarled at the man, feeling like a blood soaked animal, but he didn't care. How could he care about something so stupid like what he looked like?
"It had to be done?" He growled in rage. "It had to be done!" He laughed darkly. "You evil, son of a bitch."
"Call me what ever you may, Tyler." The man shrugged. "The curse has been awakened and we are one step closer to our goal. Now you will return to Bonnie and the pheromones will do the rest. My employer returns to the country soon and I would like to have good news for him." The man sighed. "Come, Bonnie is waiting."
Tyler didn't move even though he wanted nothing more then to leave the room and the body of the man he killed behind. But the weight of the blood on his fingers and soaking through his shirt became heavy, he couldn't go to back to Bonnie like this. "I need to change." He demanded.
The man gave him a sympathetic look. "Of course," he said.
(B)
Tyler had been quiet ever since his return. He sat at the little table in the corner of the room, his back facing her. Bonnie alternated between watching his back and staring down at her sneakers from her place on the bed.
She hugged her legs to her and worried her bottom lip. She wanted to ask him where the doctor had taken him and what the doctor had done to him. She didn't though, feeling the heaviness his return brought to the already unpleasant atmosphere. She knew for a fact that something had happened, just not exactly what.
She also wanted to talk to Tyler about the whole situation. She wanted to ask him what they should do. She and Tyler use to be better friends when they were children, they all had been. She, Matt, Tyler, Elena, and Caroline, but puberty and middle school sort of sent them in different directions. Tyler anyway. He stayed friends with Matt butt his playboy and jerky antics caused a rift between him and the girls.
Tyler had actually been her first friend, but it had been a long time since he was that shy brown eyed boy who asked her if he could sit with her on the first day of kindergarten.
Bonnie sighed as the hum of the air conditioner turned on, rattling the vent over her head. She hugged her legs closer to her body, it was already pretty chilly in the room.
A low moan pulled her attention away from her sneakers as her eyes moved towards the only other person in the room. She had barely looked up before she was being pressed down into the mattress. She cried out in alarm as she looked up at her sudden assailant. Tyler towered over her, his full weight pressing her deeper into the mattress. He growled deep in his throat and his eyes glowed gold.
"Tyler, what are you doing?" She asked frantically as his bruising lips crashed against her neck. His hands pulled at her shirt, nails tearing the fabric and cutting into her flesh. "Stop it Tyler, stop!" He ignored her, his teeth grazing across her skin. He growled and the sound of her shirt being ripped was heard. She pushed against him fruitlessly, tears now pricking at her eyes. "What's wrong with you!" She wailed. His hands roamed her body, claws digging into her jeans wanting to rid her of the fabric. She could feel a certain part of his body pressing into her and if she hadn't a good idea what he was doing before she did in that moment. Over come by panic, she felt power surge underneath her flesh and soon Tyler was sent flying off of her. He smacked into the opposite wall before falling limp to the floor where he stayed, face down and unconscious.
Bonnie trembled as she quickly set up, eyes wide. She panted, her lips bruised and bleeding, her shirt falling apart. She quickly jumped from the bed and moved to the opposite corner of the room, her wide green eyes never leaving Tyler.
She pressed her back into the corner, her whole body wired and humming. She waited, but he didn't move. Still, Bonnie stayed in the corner of that room until exhaustion hit her like a brick. Her eyes never left Tyler.
"What's wrong with you?" She whimpered into the quiet room. "Why were y-you doing that?" She knew he wouldn't answer, not when he was unconscious.
When her exhaustion became to great she stumbled to the bed, gaze still on the unconscious man. She sat on it and backed herself against the wall. She pulled the tattered remains of her shirt around her and hugged her legs. She could only hope he wouldn't attack her again when he woke up.
Tyler woke up two more times and both times he attacked her with a single minded objective, eyes always gold and his growls filling the four walls. Each time he attacked her, she sent him flying into the wall hard enough to render him unconscious, but she felt herself began to tire. The power sizzling underneath her skin that she had never been so thankful for, had began to sputter, running low. She didn't think she could find the strength to push him off her again if he woke up before she could get some rest.
It was as if something hated her, because the crazed teen began to stir. His body jerking before his growl filled the room. Bonnie whimpered despite herself and her need to remain quiet.
He was up a few seconds later and there was nothing she could do to stop him this time.
(B)
Bonnie didn't dare move. The growls had finally quieted and the rutting had finally ended, leaving her traumatized, aching, and afraid. She was wrapped up in his arms, exactly how he had left them, him against her back, arm slung over her waist his face pressed into the back of her neck.
She knew Tyler wasn't himself, but that didn't change what had happened.
Suddenly a groan filled the quiet, making her stiffen even more then she already was. It wasn't the normal growl she had grown to dread, but still it sent fear racing up her spine.
"Bonnie?" His confused voice was also tinged with a bit of panic.
He was himself she realized and hoped, so Bonnie found the courage to remove his arm from her body and scramble out of the bed. She didn't bother covering herself up as she pressed herself into the furthest corner from him. She didn't bring her gaze up to meet his, no she kept it firmly on the ground, her body quaking.
"What did I do?" His voice was filled with so much anguish and fear that Bonnie couldn't help but bring her eyes to meet his. His brown eyes racked up her naked body, but not in the lust filled way of the hours before, but in pure horror. He took in the bite marks, bruises, and the blood.
His eyes flickered down to his on nude body, a low almost whine escaped him. He covered his eyes with his hands as his body swayed.
"Ty-" Bonnie began but couldn't continue. What was she to say?
"Oh God," he moaned, "what did I do?" He began to violently smack himself in the head as he repeated himself over and over again.
Bonnie just watched him as she hugged herself, tears streaming down her face. She was caught between sympathy and feeling her on pain.
"Why?" She croaked out after he had finally stopped beating himself and was now simply staring at the floor blankly.
His face scrunched up and he pushed his fingers through his hair, tugging at the dark locks. "I don't know." He whispered. "I-I'm sorry." His eyes slammed shut. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie."
Her own eyes fell shut as she flinched at him using her name. That had been the only word he used when he had been the beast, her name over and over-
She shook her head ridding herself of the thoughts.
(B)
Bonnie stayed in her corner though now she had one of the sheets from the bed wrapped around her. The comforter was chucked into a far corner behind the dresser.
Bonnie peeked up from the sheet to glance at Tyler, making sure he was still himself. He was. He sat on the bed still, on top of the plain white sheet, gaze blank as he stared at a wall.
Her stomach rumbled quietly, but the thought of food, even if she had any, made her sick. Tyler glanced at her, but quickly looked away, guilt swimming in his eyes.
Bonnie had no comforting words for him.
"Fair morning," the doctor fluttered into the room happily, caring a white paper bag. "Clothes for you, Ms. Bennett."
Tyler growled so deeply she felt her knees begin to shake. She looked at him in time to catch him reaching for the doctor with one hand and tugging at the collar with the other. His neck grew red and he stumbled, but still he made an effort to get to the glasses wearing man. The anger in his face warred with the pain. He didn't get far before he fell onto his knees.
"-do to me?" He panted brokenly. A sob and a growl mixed to form a heartbreaking sound.
The doctor stared down at him coolly. "I did nothing to you, Tyler. This is simply who you are."
"No," he whimpered and shook his bowed head, "no." A whine left him.
"The pheromones simply helped along the process quickly. I told you both I needed you to procreate, it is the whole reason you are here." The man sighed. "It will have to be done again, obviously."
Bonnie quickly pulled her conflicted gaze off Tyler and onto the man. Her eyes widened in fear. "No," she whispered. "Just stop this." She begged. "Just stop, let us go."
The man stared at her blankly, offering her no words.
"Don't make me do it again," Tyler spoke softly. "We ca-an do it without that. Without me turning i-into that."
Bonnie quickly looked at the younger man, brows raised.
The doctor made a thinking noise, tapping his chin. "You mean, I won't have to force you two into procreating and that it will simply be done when ordered?" The man smiled suddenly. "I'm willing to accept. I hate seeing Ms. Bonnie so beat up like she is now. You're such a beast, Tyler." The said boy flinched. "Well, what do you say, Ms. Bonnie? Will I have to pump pheromones into the room the hard way or are you willing to do it the simple, less painful way?"
Bonnie felt as if she couldn't breathe. She didn't dare look at Tyler even though she could feel his gaze on her. She didn't want any of this, of course not.
She lowered her head. "I'll d-do it the simple way." She told him quietly, sick to her stomach.
The doctor smiled. "Of course, now, how about I see about getting you two something to eat?"
