Alrighty Almighty so here's Chapter 2 (though I like to think of the last chapter as a…opening of sorts), we get a taste of the inner workings of the new team Alpha including some Damon and Kat insight, and we get to see some Magic-y times with Bon so have a look if you please…

TRACK #1 – Fuckless Hero

It's an instant it.

*Snap*

Just in the span of time it took to press your sticky little fingers together and snap.

Then she forgets they exist. She's able to let her eyes flutter closed, let a smile blossom on her face, she forgets about her lifeless father—the empty look that seems to always be flirting with his eyes, the way he sighs when he gets home as if to say "here we go again" as if it's a chore to care for her.
She forgets about her best-friends…the girl who cares for nobody but herself—it's a personality trait she's come to live with—and the one whose just plain oblivious. Stefan isn't even an afterthought.

Then she thinks about now.

They leave Mystic Falls much like how she expects her life to run from this moment on; fast. They speed out, tires squeaking and homes waking in a sleek black Porche with Damon behind the wheel and she and Kat sitting in the back.

"Let go Bon" she whispers and Bonnie is tempted to correct the bitch—but she thinks that'd put a damper on what promises to be a beautiful friendship.

So she lets go.

The first stop on the tour is DC, Kat says she's got something—someone to pick up, Bonnie doesn't acknowledge the idea that she's possibly here to kill or maim someone—life's life.

It should frighten her that her mind has already begun to work like there's.

She blames Damon.

Speak of the devil she and he, wait outside the car while Kat trounces inside someone's ratty apartment in heels and leather.

They're quiet before Damon asks it "did you mean it?"

Mama ain't raise no fool—well Grandmamma. Damon is a complex creature—sure, but he's no enigma, he's oblivious to how truly easy he is to read, how the innocence that glimmers in his eyes is more genuine then he can ever understand—how he's never had to suffer through the onslaught of someone else's emotions because for centuries he's had the luxury of not caring—but Bonnie's going to show him you can't ignore it—she's going to show him the consequences of destruction—and then she's going to take his life.

It's all in the pamphlet.

So she answers the way she should "Yup" popping the "P".

Kat's mouth is bloody when she comes back outside and she's licking her fingers, Damon grins at her and she grins back,

"Finger licking good?" he asks, and Bonnie rolls her eyes "That right there isn't going to make it", Kat laughs and it sounds genuine—but she wonders if Katherine knows how to do genuine.

They stay in DC for a while; they party and its fun—Bonnie gets another chance to forget, gyrating under flavored lights and glitter balls, to songs with no words and sounds that shouldn't be legal.

She gets drunk on it all so quickly and it's all so effortless that she forgets she's Bonnie Bennett—since becoming a witch she's tried so hard to limit herself, to become what she thought Mystic Falls needed; a hero—strong, and devout… righteous—and she was right to think that, she became Wonder Woman to a town that didn't want nor did it deserve her, she saved people who'd want to end her if they knew what she truly was and now that she has the clarity to consider it—here's a personal truth; she never liked Mystic Falls.
Never liked the small country town, the stifling southern heat, the looks she got—just off the edge of judging reservation—for what she looked like, what her family was—she realizes now, realizes that to her very core she never actually gave a fuck.

We'll no—that's a lie; she cared about Elena Gilbert, about Caroline Forbes, Matt Donovan, Jeremy Gilbert, Tyler Lockwood—and at some point Stefan Salvatore—she cared about those people enough to ignore what she long since identified as the norm, she loved them all enough to get over the fact that she'd reverted to slave days, reverted to being the go-to bitch when shit went left side, she ignored it because their lives meant so much more than her own petty emotions and her even pettier still self-esteem, Death is and was a constant impacting element in her life, she was constantly afraid to hear her phone go off at night in case of loss, she didn't think consciously about what this was doing to her—only to those around her.

She can see it clear as day now—if death itself hadn't come for Bonnie, her friends sure would have.

Her feelings came from obligation, maybe the same can't be said for the love of her friends, but her heroics are a different tale—one that Katherine Pierce has graciously re-written—so Bonnie lets loose.

She shuts her eyes and the magic is there—stirring in the very fibers of her being, a silent damnation she will never be able to get rid of, but will always be able to embrace. She digs imaginary fingers into the pot, letting it overwhelm her ,blooming like a flower, petals stretching, taking the shape and length of her limbs—and she feels like a light bulb; her skin glows and she knows she's radiant—the lights of the club seem to brighten, the music growing louder and she can hear people cheering—she's doing this; with just a thought she's tapped into the minds of everyone in the club, she's connected with their wishes and whims and turned the club into their own personal grimy little heavens; she can see it in her mind's eye—topless girls, pant less guys, free wet bars and moans of pleasure—and all of it an invention of her own power, nothing in reality's, reality has changed but she's a goddess tonight and so reality is her plaything, she's altered all that makes them human and so what they see is what they want to see—what she's given them, because she's lost to it, the intoxicating taste of it all—she's laughing and she forgets she can do that—laugh…

..Not dramatic, no, but it's hard to laugh when you're afraid to die.

She doesn't want to be—and no longer is Bonnie Bennett—servant to nature, and obligatory hero, she wants to be Bonnie Fucking Bennett—word class top bitch, entity; desirable, elegant, powerful, it's the choice she makes, the choice that lets her let loose who she wants to be.

Ultimately it's the choice she figures they both wanted her to make.

She glances there way—there both lost in one another, like crazed animals, Damon's mouth trailing hotly down her throat, Katherine wearing that scissor pointed grin as she yanks at his hair—she's got her Lucy and he's got his Lilith.

She knows the reason they took her in that moment. The rhyme for the proverbial poem—but she's not naïve, never has she been—and if they want to play chess she'll turn into a world-class champion overnight—she says game on.

He can feel her eyes on him and something about it is incredibly erotic, it makes him step his game, makes him bite and lick and suck until Katherine is writing against his chest—he knows her spots, it's been centuries but he'll never forget.

He can feel Bonnie watching as Katherine yanks at his head, he clutches her petit frame and brushes her swaying form against his pelvis, his nails digging into her hip bones as he basically humps her—he wants Bonnie to see it, he wants her to see—if not for the reason to just have her watch, it's something more internal, wholly primal that he can't put his finger on, maybe doesn't want to put his finger on.

She's gotten under his skin the bitch—he can admit it sub-consciously—maybe it's the verbal chain letter she sent him—maybe it's because she's always been unpredictable as far as how willing she is to go for the sake of good, or maybe it's because he can taste in the air—how much she hates him, wants to see him burn—or maybe, just fucking maybe it's that now that she's no longer aligned he can't see her, he can't fathom her intentions and while the part of him that he can credit to Katherine is so hot for it that he's re-arranging himself with Katherine's hand down his pants, the part of him that's all about "living baby" is scared shitless, because she'll do it—she can do it…he can feel her. Her power flowing through the unsuspecting idiots around them, she's a fucking goddess.

A vision unlike anything in the world—he's compared her to Emily to make her seem inadequate—because it does his heart good to knock her on her ass every now and then, but she's got no competition, the little witch is in a league all her own—a force to be fucked with, some kind of astronomical natural incident where god made an uh-oh and placed the fate of the world in the hands of a teenager—and he knows she's young, she barley understands what she can do—has barley tapped the surface of years of ice placed by her grandmother and some of it done by him, himself—but when she breaks through, touches it, brushes her fingers along the edges of truth—Jesus, Shiva, Thor-and all the others had better be real, because he and everyone else who have managed to hurt her will be needing a prayer session ASAP because they don't stand a chance against the epitome of power—the absolute goddess that is Bonnie Bennett.

Katherine smiles as Damon bites into her pulse—not hard enough to draw blood, but because the darling likes to show her that he can. He's adorable that one. She's not concerned with him right now though—not when she can fucking taste Bonnie Bennett on her tong, not when she can see the tangible colors in the air as Bonnie creates imaginary spirally connections to the all of the flesh bots in the club—turning their dreams into her commands.

She smiles to herself because that's the fucking ticket—Phase 1 complete.

Oh-ho muy mysterioso~

I love writing these three, it flows in my head and wait until the dynamic I'm looking for is established—if I haven't quite got you yet, hold your breath because I will, it's a promise lovely's, now this is a work in progress so there might be alterations but we do have a story—I hope I've got a few of you interested enough to give me a shot

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