The warmth of the sun's rays skittered across the room and kissed Bonnie's shimmering mahogany skin. Her emerald green eyes blinked open slowly and danced around the walls of the master bedroom. Almost immediately, she sensed something was off. Rolling over onto her left side she noticed the spot next to her was empty. Her meticulously plucked eyebrows dipped low to the brim of her nose as she sat up, pulling the plush cotton sheets with her. Stefan was gone which was rather odd. While Damon was the mover and shaker and hated staying in bed for too long for fear of missing something—anything—Stefan was usually the one that would stay in bed with her all day if she wanted.
Bonnie swung her feet from under the covers, welcoming the warm contours of the area rug beneath the bed. As her nails gently raked across her scalp, she reached for the bathrobe draped on the bedpost and slipped into it, flipping her long hair over her shoulders and made her way to Stefan's larger than necessary bathroom and proceeded to start her daily routine. Bonnie decided to keep things simple, opting for a scarlet colored, over-the-shoulder tunic dress and a pair of white jeweled sandals that she carried in her hand as she made her way downstairs.
Rounding the foot of the steps, Bonnie was met with the image of Damon on the couch with a laptop resting on his lap and Stefan behind him, hunkered over with one arm bracing his weight on the back of the couch and the other arm holding a furled wrist over his mouth. Both men had wrinkled brows etched into their foreheads and a stern disposition about them. Raising a brow, Bonnie slowly made her way to them. Whatever they were watching had them both captivated for they didn't even seem to notice Bonnie as she snuck up on them—something she could never do. Just as she was beginning to ask what was up, her eyes met the screen where she saw a panicked face come into view. Before she could decipher just what was happening, a pale hand wrapped around the person's face and violently ripped the man's head from his body. Shocked, Bonnie let go of her shoes and brought her hand up to her mouth as she gasped loudly. This was not anything she'd expected to see so early in the morning.
At her gasp, both Damon and Stefan turned to see a sparkly eyed Bonnie staring at the screen in horror. Immediately, Damon cursed and slapped the laptop close as Stefan gripped her shoulders to slightly shake her from her trance. Eyes brimming with fresh tears, Bonnie breathed deeply and willed herself to calm down as she fought to blink them back. "That wasn't real, was it?" Even though Bonnie asked the question, she knew better than to think the answer was anything shy of a yes.
"Bonnie…" Damon's grim tone coupled with the sorrow in Stefan's eyes was all she needed to confirm that what she saw was indeed real. Someone's head was ripped from their body mercilessly. Before either of them could say anything, Bonnie's face went grim as she nodded and directed her gaze from Stefan to Damon.
"Let me see it." Her stele voice hung on the air as Damon looked at her as if she was out of her mind.
"What? Bonnie, No. I'd be twelve types of crazy to show you something like that on purpose." Damon scoffed and picked the laptop off the table once he saw Bonnie move to approach him. Bonnie frowned as he held the laptop high over his head and craned her neck soared out of her reach.
"Damon, don't turn this into a fight we both know you can't win," Bonnie boasted, not able to fight the small smirk that appeared at the incredulous look Damon threw at her, despite the sickening feeling harvesting in her belly at what she saw previously.
"Really? You're challenging, ME of all people? Be real, B." Damon brushed Bonnie off and backed away from her, causing her to glare at him. Stefan, who was watching the two bicker as if he'd seen it a thousand times, opened his mouth to warn Damon but was silenced when Bonnie punched him dead in the gut. For a regular human, the act wouldn't have affected the 170 year old vampire. However, Bonnie wasn't a regular human and by the way Damon doubled over in pain, Stefan could do nothing but smile as he realized Bonnie packed her punch with magic.
"You really make things harder than they have to be, D," Bonnie stated as she shook her head and took the laptop from him. Standing up straight, Damon jumped at the back of Bonnie's head and rolled his eyes at Stefan who just grinned.
"Don't you love Witches," Damon sarcastically remarked through clenched teeth as he brushed past Stefan, making his way to the bar. He needed a drink and it wasn't necessarily because of Bonnie. Her feistiness actually turned him on but after viewing the email sent to him earlier, he needed to push his dilemmas further into the recesses of his mind.
"More than anything," he heard Stefan reply with a fond smile aimed at Bonnie. His lovesick brother caused him to down a shot of whiskey and pour another.
After logging on to Damon's Windows account, Bonnie found the video and braced herself as she pressed play. She smiled when she felt the couch dip and Stefan's heady cologne filled her nostrils. She closed her eyes for a second to bask in his ambience; it'd been a while since she'd been able to do that. Her moment was jarred when she heard a distinct British accent blare from the speakers, commanding her attention.
"Ben & Chon; I hear that's what you two are calling yourselves these days. Greetings mates; I shan't be before you long. As you've heard, there's an insurgent of rogue vampires here on the east. You guys own something very valuable in your hands, I hear, and I'm willing to make you an offer you will not refuse." Something in the way the voice stated 'will not', gave bonnie the creeps and irritated her at the same time. Whoever it may have been was very arrogant to believe they could force them into doing anything.
"I want to meet with you all three days from now to discuss the terms of our agreement, savy? And just to sweeten the deal mates, should you decide that we are not worthy of your time, heads will roll…" The dark screen refocused on a man kneeling down on the floor. His appearance was a ghost of the man he used to be; Bonnie's heart immediately went out to him. His red beady eyes skittered around the room in confusion and utter terror. His dirt stained face was glistened with sweat and his clothes were torn. His chest heaved heavily just as a hand gripped his face and with a sickening, ripping sound, his head was detached from the rest of his body. Bonnie watched in silent horror as the body dropped and the camera followed before it diverted away from the floor and the head came into view, dangling in a pair of hands. Bonnie waited on baited breath as the man behind the voice came into view, his face grim yet stoic as ever as if he hadn't just torn a man's head off. He dabbed a bit of the blood spatter from his face as he took the camera from whoever was directing and stepped closer to it.
"This is me asking nicely," was all he said as the camera cut off and the screen went dark. Bonnie remained silent for a few moments as she processed what her mind had just ingested, with a frown she turned to Stefan and asked the one question that's been on her mind since she saw the first clip.
"Who the hell was that?" With a simple shrug, Stefan shook his head.
"At this point Bon, I don't think anyone knows," he answered solemnly. She watched as Stefan brooded next to her for a while before directing her gaze to Damon who now sat to her right on the arm of the couch.
"Well whoever this sicko is, he knows you guys, and he knows your names aren't Ben and Chon." Bonnie ran a hand through her hair in frustrations as she frowned. Between her and Stefan, Damon couldn't tell who brooded more.
"He's probably just another baby vamp with too much testosterone who wants to take over what we got. I'll handle him," Damon shrugged it off while tossing back a shot of bourbon. Bonnie shook her head. Whoever it was knew all about Damon and Stefan and no one smart made this type of threat against either of them. This guys was either incredibly stupid or knew just what the hell he was getting into and wasn't afraid. The latter made Bonnie swallow an impeding lump in her throat.
"Contrary to whatever you may believe, Damon, you're not invincible. Neither of you are. You're both a wooden stake away from certain death. You shouldn't take this shit lightly, even if you think it's nothing serious. That's the quickest way to a grave and I'm sorry but I'm not losing either of you. It's not an option; not now, not ever." Damon released a frustrated sigh. Stefan placed a comforting hand on Bonnie's shoulder, kissing it tenderly to somehow ease away the tension building within her. He could almost feel the pressure and the anxiety as if it was his own emotions and not hers. Bonnie's emotions were always a lot stronger than any other human he'd met. It was one of the things that drew him to her. When she was happy, it engulfed him to the point that whatever funk he was in, he'd immediately be lifted up. However when she grieved, the weight he felt from her was restricting and almost unbearable even for him.
"Everything will be fine Bonnie, Relax. Damon and I will settle this rationally; if this guy wants a meeting, we'll meet, but that doesn't mean we have to agree to whatever it is that he wants. We'll entertain them for now, right Damon?"
"Hell no! I say we rip the dick wad's heart out, feed it to him and laugh while he chokes on an artery," Damon glared, his blue orbs burning brighter, if that was at all possible, into Stefan's green ones.
"Of course," Stefan deadpanned. Bonnie placed the laptop on the center table before her and stood to her feet.
"I have a bad feeling about this one," Bonnie warned before stalking off towards the kitchen. She could feel it in her bones that a storm was headed their way and nothing shy of disappearing off the grid would be able to stop it. Even then, she was sure it wouldn't be that easy to avoid. The thought, coupled with her wild imagination, sent her mind into a frenzy that she couldn't help but to entertain. So lost in thought, she barley stopped in time to avoid crashing into Damon who appeared before her in the twinkling of an eye. Peeved, she slapped his chest and moved around him to sit at the island. Once she was planted firmly on the stool, Damon turned her around by the shoulders so that she was facing him.
"Listen, I know your witchy heebie jeebies are never wrong so I'll approach with caution. Just this once, for you. Be grateful," Damon smirked causing Bonnie to as well despite trying to maintain a frown. Sighing, she poked him in the chest before resting her head there, and pulled him into her warm embrace.
"Don't just do it for me, idiot. Do it for yourself because you actually value your life, remember?" Damon stared down at the top of Bonnie's head. He still couldn't figure out how she was able to reach past the ice barriers surrounding his heart and bless him with a warmth he hadn't felt since he was human almost two centuries before. It both amazed and frightened him; a revelation he'd never admit to. For one person to have that kind of effect on him meant both good and bad things. At times he hated it, that tamed feeling. He felt like a lion trapped in a cage only at the same time, being with her felt free. It was indescribable.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever you say," Damon grinned when he felt Bonnie bite him for ruining the moment no doubt. Pulling away from her, he offered one of his rare, genuine smiles—usually only reserved for her—and pulled her into a kiss. Sensual, sweet, and short. "Now if you'll turn me loose, I'm going to find Alaric, get him drunk beyond his human capacity and then force him to help me figure who the hell Punk British Bitch is." Smiling once more, he kissed her forehead and left out of the kitchen. "Try not to get pregnant while I'm gone. I'd hate to have to stake my brother," Damon teased, earning a magical push in the back of his head as he exited.
Bonnie lingered in the kitchen for a few moments more before grabbing a Vitamin Water and heading back to the living room. Realizing Stefan was no longer there, she searched for him around the large house, finding him up on the rooftop in the sunroom with a thick pair of gloves on, tending to the Vervain plants growing beautifully all around.
"Careful, I'd hate to have to rush you to the Vet," Bonnie teased, earning a sly glance from Stefan as he rolled his eyes playfully. Bonnie sat on the large computer desk located in the middle of the room and watched as Stefan worked. His back muscles bunching and flexing through the thin fabric of his tank top made Bonnie shift in her seat as thoughts of the night before flashed through her mind.
"Your heart's racing. Thinking about me and my rugged good looks?" Bonnie rolled her eyes, wondering if Stefan really could read minds. She wouldn't be surprised if one day he told her he could.
"Actually yes. You're a beautiful, dirty, old man," she boldly stated with a grin. Stefan turned to look at her incredulously as if she'd really insulted him.
"You weren't screaming that last night," Stefan pointed out, causing Bonnie to blush and shrug.
"I didn't say I didn't like it," she grinned. "If you haven't noticed, there isn't many things I have a problem with." Stefan tried to ignore the seductive tone her voice took on in the middle of her sentence and focus on the task he'd started but it was hard. Especially with the way her legs swung over the other and how her arousal permeated the air around them both.
"Do you think there's a way for vampires to ingest Vevain? You know, to build up a tolerance?" At the bewildered look on Bonnie's face, he elaborated, "Not for all Vampires. Just Damon and me." Bonnie shrugged.
"I don't see why not but, it'd probably hurt like hell at first," she warned. Tilting her head back, she began downing the contents of her bottle, moaning as the cool liquid satiated her. Stefan paused briefly at the sounds of Bonnie's soft moans and slowly slid his hands out of his gloves, dropping them on the floor before appearing in front of Bonnie in a flash. His intense green eyes bore into her as he slowly slid the bottle from her grasp and set it on the table beside her.
"Being away from you for three months was hell, Bonnie," he told her, gently caressing her cheek. Bonnie leaned in to his touch, her heart fluttering at his closeness and the feel of his free hand caressing her lower back. Her womanhood awakened on its' own accord and immediately began pulsating when he gripped her tight and pulled her close to him. With her legs now wrapped around him, Bonnie stared up at Stefan as her hands began at his shoulders and stopped at his biceps, clutching him tightly as she inhaled his scent. He smelled of light musk with a faint aroma of vanilla and sandalwood, a scent that aroused Bonnie for unexplained reasons.
"Well then how about you don't leave again, Sir." Though Bonnie's tone had a sassy air to it, she meant her words. Stefan had a habit of leaving to go on his 'peace missions' which involved everything from helping the hungry kids of Africa to rehabilitating some of his vampire friends that fell off the 'sober' train. It wasn't required per se but Stefan didn't see it that way. His heart was too big to turn his back on any of them.
Rather than answer her, Stefan simply kissed Bonnie's sweet lips, savoring the taste of her peach flavored gloss as well as her sweet cinnamon coated skin. The tender kiss began with a slow, measured rhythm that quickly hastened as time went by. Breaking from the kiss, Stefan moved to her neck, sucking hungrily against her skin as he left his mark underneath the one he left the night before, his mouth traveled lower to the top of her breath where his fangs dropped from their sheaths to draw a tiny droplet of blood. Lapping her up, he abruptly pulled away from her and spun her around quicker than she could process. Stefan's roughness with her was not often, leaving her to appreciate the times he fucked her with no inhibitions. Such as now.
"Push it out," he growled into her ear before running his tongue across it. Bonnie shivered and leaned forward on the desk, flipping her hair to one side as she looked back at him. Stefan wasted not a minute as he popped the straps of her G-string, smiling satisfyingly at the ripping sounds it made. His hand roved over her ass cheeks, relishing in the softness of them before slapping a hand against it. With one hand tangled in the fabric of her now wrinkled dress, he hiked her right leg up as he slid inside of her easily. Her velvety flesh hugged his shaft and throbbed against him as he pushed as far in as she could receive him. With his eyes closed, he reached up to grip a fistful of her hair, pulling back to create a severe arch in her back.
"Fuck! Stefan!" Bonnie's nails scraped at the surface of the wooden desk creating several drag marks that would forever remind her of their escapades. As Stefan moved in and out of her, the pants and moans she tried to stifle began to disobey her, filling the high vaulting ceiling above. The sounds of him sliding in and out of her drowned out everything, sending Bonnie and Stefan both into a state of euphoria. With long and rigid strokes, Stefan gripped the fabric of Bonnie's dress tighter as his hips knocked against her backside. The ripples along her skin from the force of his thrusts made him draw blood from his own lips but he never wavered as Bonnie's moans turned into screams and chants. Her hand slapped against the table just before she arched her back, pushing her bottom half into him to meet his thrusts. Her body jerked violently causing Stefan to release prematurely as Bonnie came all over him.
After a few more strokes, Stefan finally went limp, pulling out of Bonnie and fell back in the chair. He watched as she continued her release, biting his lips as the sticky evidence of their erotic session slid down her thighs. Hooking an arm around her waist, he pulled her back into his lap, groaning when her backside brushed along the head of his penis. Bonnie buried her face in Stefan's shoulder and curled up in his lap, smiling when he held her accordingly.
"Stefan." Bonnie called out after a long moment of silence.
"I'm listening," Stefan answered, voice riddled with sleep. Bonnie smiled softly before stating the reason she called him.
"Don't you and Damon get in over you guy's head with this meeting, okay?" Stefan only smiled. While Bonnie always seemed composed on the outside, she worried about every little thing on the inside whether she voiced it or not. It always amazed Stefan how quickly her mind could go off on thought tangents. Holding her closer, he kissed her forehead before standing up with her, holding her bridal style. Bonnie held on tightly while still searching his eyes for a response. Stefan gave her a soft smile before pecking her lips and nodded his assurance.
"Of course. One of us had to inherit the brains." And with that, he exited the sunroom, leaving his discarded jeans and her ripped panties in their wake.
A/N: Thanks so much for the wonderful responses guys. I appreciate all the support and thanks Trudie for the advice. As you can see I adhered to them lol. Special Thanks to JazzyWazzy08 (another brilliant author on here, check her out!) for advice and suggestions on where I should take this story as well as my friend Jeli (eviepenny). I appreciate you girls! Anyway, hopefully that chapter was fulfilling. I tried to shine a small light on how much both boys care about Bonnie and how much she cared for them. It's not just sex even though they have lots of it lol. I hope the smut don't get to you too much. After this chapter there won't be a whole lot for a while (I think) but I'll keep things interesting.
As the story progresses, more information will be revealed. The originals and the Salvatores know OF each other but aren't really familiar with one another like they are in TVD… for now. *Evil Laughs* I may go down a certain path with their history. This story will be based loosely on both the movie and the show. It'll follow a little with the basic plot but I've tried to change up the plot so that it won't be redundant and to keep it interesting. Hope you all enjoy.
Next chapter we'll find out more about Alaric, what kind of business the Salvatores and Bonnie is in and What the Originals really want from them. I can't say the chapter will be up, what with school and finals coming up but I tend to get long winded in my chapters so hopefully that'll make up for it. I hope it's not TOO long for you guys, if so, I'm so sorry lol. I try my hardest to get to the point but I suck at that sometimes. Okay, this is lengthy so bye bye. Oh. My name is Nia by the way lol. Nice to meet you lovelies.
