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Incense and burning sage filled his large loft, creeping into aged old spaces that haven't smelt anything other than alcohol, blood and fucking in centuries. It was Klaus's place before it was his. But Bonnie brought a new light into it. She made it easier to live in, at one point he was just shacking up with unnamed women and the apartment above his bar. Sometimes they had little spats. Sometimes more than just a little spat. This time being one, in his opinion Bonnie was unreasonable.
Marcel narrowed his chocolate brown eyes and folded his arms. Since when were Bennett woman famous for being as stubborn as a mule?
"Bonnie, at least consider it-"
Bonnie rose a hand to silence him."No, Marcel I won't turn. I saw what that did to my mother! I can't do that!"
Marcel snarled." I love you, you pig-headed witch! But no, am I not enough for you! Am I not enough for forever?!"
There was silence. Her heart beat increased triple to its original sped.
"Unbelievable." He shook his head and raced for the oak door. But a magical barrier came before him preventing his departure. He sighed and rested his hands against the barrier, bent forward slightly. Marcel stared at his polished black shoes. All that could be heard was their soft breathing.
"Of course you're enough for forever. I-I love you, I just can't be a vampire babe. I'm a servant of nature."
"Let me go Bonnie." And she did, as he walked out she felt her heart break and she fell to her knees, giving a loud cry before she wept her eyes dry.
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"You're a complete and utter twat mate." Marcel rose an eyebrow before drinking the rest of a very large bottle of Jack Daniels that was full just a while ago. It wasn't the advice he expected from Klaus but then again Klaus never did what was expected.
"Thank you so much for the support." He grumbled before throwing the bottle against the clay brick of his bar.
"You're drinking out the inventory," Klaus chided."-and how can I, with a good heart and mind support you when you're doing absolute fuckery. You must see how unreasonable you're being."
Marcel reached over the bar for another bottle, he snapped off the cork and then looked back at his maker. "I wanted her forever."
"But take her for now!" Klaus told him." Its better to love and lost than to never have loved at all."
Marcel rolled his eyes. He hated those little sayings. Even if they were true. Klaus and him stayed at the bar until Sophie got tried of them and kicked them out. Leaving the duo to walk aimlessly in the streets of the French Quarter. Klaus whistled an old tune from his human days, one that Marcel heard him whistle so many times in the early years of their companionship.
"I miss her already." Marcel mumbled.
Klaus paused momentarily and shook his head before continuing to whistle.
"And why are you still here? Talking to a lonely old original vampire?"
Marcel chuckled and smirked." Good-bye Klaus." And with that he left, leaving Klaus to wonder about the old streets of his town.
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Bonnie was half asleep when she heard the soft knocking at the door. Groaning she passed her hand over her bare breasts to rub down her harden nipples. No one had to see her in such an unkept state. Dragging herself off the bed she wrapped herself in her silk robe and made a tight knot. The knocking became louder but she didn't even respond, moving slowly to the door as she swayed her hips. Running her fingers through her hair she asked who it was and furrowed her brows when she was met with nothing but silence. Then a few heartbeats later a familiar tapping started. She banged her head softly against the door and smiled. Her fingers ran down the lines of the aged wooden door. Her emerald eyes glanced out the peep-hole. Marcel stood outside in the same clothes from yesterday, his brown jacket in hand and the tight v-neck hugging his muscles.
"I can hear you're heart beat." He said. Bonnie breathed in and opened the door. Marcel looked at her with his soft brown eyes and stepped into the door, invading her air space. She closed her eyes and smelt him. He smelt like alcohol and summer. Summer. Something you won't expect from a vampire. It had only been a few hours since they last saw each other, last been in each other's presence yet she missed him and him her.
"God, I missed you suga'." She loved it when he called her suga. Marcel snaked his arms around her waist and entered the loft. He shut the door behind him. Bonnie captured his mouth with a kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist. Marcel cupped her buttocks and deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth that tasted like mint. Using his vampire strength he moved them to the bedroom. They peeled each other's clothes off in swift movements. Bonnie straddled Marcel, and slid down slowly onto his length before she began to ride it slowly at first. Marcel gripped her hips and threw his head back. When they made love it was as if he was on cloud nine. Her walls clenched around his thick shaft as she went faster. Marcel's hands moved to grab her ass once more as his lips crashed onto hers. Bonnie moaned into the kiss as she felt the mattress of the back connect to her back when he flipped her over. Never exiting her.
"Damn," Marcel growled, he captured his hard nipple in his mouth before sinking his fangs into it. Bonnie gave a cry of pain then pleasure. If they weren't a mated supernatural couple that would have been unimaginable pain for her but their souls were tied and it sent tingles down her spine. Nothing but pleasure. Every time he tasted her blood it got better, like finely aged wine that was meant to be savored. But he was a greedy vampire when it came to Bonnie.
"Harder babe!" She cried out when he began to use his vampire sped. Not fully of course, just enough to send her wild. Bonnie came hard on him, Marcel followed after finally releasing her nipple. Licking away the remaining blood around her brown nipples he collapsed at her side. Bonnie couldn't see straight and her thighs and womanhood was numb. She bit her lower lip, she loved when they made up.
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Bonnie stared at herself in the mirror. She wasn't getting any younger. In her twenties and thirties she had overlooked her aging physique. Her breast weren't as perky but they weren't sagging. They got larger and more tender from the continuous amount of biting. It was one of Marcel's favorite spots. Her hips were wider, thighs thicker and her stomach still remained flat thankfully. To any other person she looked like a woman in her mid-thirties but she knew her real age. She would be fifty in a month. Bonnie couldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman but she wasn't a young one. Sometimes she would worry that Marcel would abandon her for some new young thing but he always reassured her. Always showered her with compliments. Still made love to her like when she was twenty. Being a witch that making love came with a consequence.
"Mom. I'm home and I brought my friends!" Jake was the consequence. Her son who had just turned eighteen. Bonnie pulled her large t-shirt over her head and zipped up her shorts. She was an older girl but she still had an excellent body that she was unashamed of. Her long legs ran down the stairs, she worked her long black hair into a pony. Jake stood at the bottom of the stairs running through the mail dish that was on the table by the door. He looked so much like his father. Just as tall with the same broad shoulders. He had her skin color and a head of long dreds that were pulled back in a tight braid. Bonnie knew he would be breaking hearts when he went off to NYU. Bonnie gave him a sloppy kiss on his cheek which earned her a grimace from her son.
"How was school baby boy?" She asked staring into his brown eyes that were identical to his father. Light and childish.
"It was good, where's dad?"
"He's in the French Quarter." Jake's face flashed a brief disappointment.
"Damn, I wanted to talk to him about something."
"You can talk to me." Bonnie suggested but the idea seemed to be blasphemous because her son's eyes widened considerably. What happened to her baby boy that would come to her about any little victory?
"Well, fine don't talk your mother who loves you more than her own life..." Playing the guilt card that she had learned to play so well. Jake sighed and hugged his mother lazily. The woman had a certain magic against him.
"Fine, its about this girl..."
Bonnie rose an eyebrow."What girl?"
"Mom," he drawled out.
"Sorry honey,"
"Anyway, her name is Claire and she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. She has the brightest pair of hazel eyes and sun-kissed skin. And Mom?"
"Yes baby?"
"I love her." Bonnie smiled and gave him a tight squeeze. Her baby was in love.
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Marcel held Bonnie's naked form close to his. Her steady heartbeat humming him to sleep. A urgent knocking at his door made him alert. Marcel moved from the bed to the closet within seconds, he zipped up his jeans and ran out the room.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He all but growled as he made his way to the door. Upon opening the door his undead heart did a little jump at what he saw. Jake had his arm around Claire's shoulders, half unconscious with blood running down his mouth. Marcel scooped him up and in a flash laid him out on the couch.
"What happened to him?!" Marcel growled out.
"I-I don't know h-he just started coughing up blood after he feed from me."
"Did you take any vervein?" He barked.
Claire began to stammer incoherently only making Marcel more impatient. In a second he was in front of her, gripping her thin shoulders.
"Did you take any fucking vervein?!"
"No!" The weeping mess of a girl. She didn't want to lose him either. She loved Jake more than anything else.
"Marcel what's with all this damn-" Bonnie gasped at what she saw. Her baby boy was passed out on her couch.
"No! What did you do?" She accused Claire who only shook her head and back away from the powerful witch.
"I didn't do anything! He just started to vamp out and cough up blood."
"Its finally happened." Bonnie dropped to her knees. Marcel shook his head but stayed with his son who continued to cough up blood. He knew what she was talking about. It was bond to happen. Nature would never let two abomination exist at the same time. His vampire side was fighting his witch side for dominance. The fight could kill him and no magic could prevent that. They would both just have to hope and pray that he made it.
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Marcel smirked at his son who was trying to tie his black tie. At this rate the boy wouldn't be finished in time for the reception. Marcel placed a hand on his shoulder immediately relaxing his son. Turning the boy around her made quick work of the tie. His boy looked very neat and trimmed. But he had to be. That little spitfire he had as a wife would have killed him if he wasn't. Jake was a hybrid of two most powerful creatures in nature. Vampire and Witch. His witch side was stronger. Which was obvious. Magic won. The wedding came and went, his son went away to live in Virginia. Mystic Falls to be exact with his beautiful wife. And as the years moved on he got grandsons, Bonnie got cancer. It ate away at her. Even her magic couldn't save her.
Bonnie groaned in pain attempting to turn but there were so many needles stuck in her arms she couldn't. Marcel stayed with her through everything. Even till the morning and her faint heartbeat become nothing. That was the first time in centuries he ever cried. Later that week Jake found his father with a stake in his heart in his mother's and his first place. Their loft. He wasn't surprised. The two couldn't survive without each other. Maybe they'd find each other on the otherside.
Jake smiled as two warm winds passed over his bald head. Yup, they found each other.
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