Fatal Distraction
Chapter 3 - I'm Extremely Proficient (Bonnie)
R-M
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I've been in New Orleans for three days. Damon's left me countless messages. I came here for my connection. Davina Claire. She's my secret weapon in an arsenal of tools I conceal. No one, knows of our relationship, due to the fact that, the man she calls father is a vampire. I've been here three days hiding out from everyone. Damon, Silas, the Gilberts. All I want to do is figure out how to break this compulsion barrier, and understand how Damon is my key to breaking the huntress curse.
According to Silas, Damon holds the key to breaking the curse. But after six months of knowing him, I'm not even sure he knows there to be an answer to this curse... but, I'm still piecing together the pieces of the puzzle.
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I'm sitting waiting on my little witch to arrive. This place is crawling with vampires. The only thing I have going for me is, the huntress curse, conceals my witch smell. But... the vampires not being able detect my smell makes them stare at me. They are suspicious of me, and because of that, I've been warned. I need to explain myself to the powers that be. Davina will be able to clarify more, and here she is.
Before we speak, we each whisper a chant, which translates our business conversations to regular chat, so the vampires around us can't comprehend our business, they just hear regular chat, so they don't suspect anything either. They know not to mess with Davina, but they can't trust me as far as they can see me.
"Bonnie. I'm so glad to see you." She comes in for a hug. I don't hug many, but Davina is like a sister to me. I met her when I was traveling through on a job, and she cleared me with the bigs for a one time pass through the city. I sensed her power and we had this undeniable psychic connection. We've remained in touch, and because of her father we meet outside of the city once a month with very heavy security for her. We typically meet in Atlanta, and spend a weekend. She's my break from life, and I'm her break from... life in the quarter, where every day it's a war between witches, vampires, and werewolves. Her vampire father is highly over protective of her.
"Hello doll. I've been enjoying the scenery in New Orleans. It's a great break from the most up and coming small town turned industrial city life of Mystic Falls. That place is so crazy these days." I sip my Cosmo, and feel eyes on my neck.
"Yeah, I bet. I'm in my clock tower, quote in quote, most days. Marcel has gotten more lenient with my freedom, sense I have Caleb and Josh. But, he still doesn't trust the Mikaelsons."
"Right, they are the family that runs the supernatural authority, or what?"
"Well, it's difficult. The quarter is Marcel's. It used to be the whole city, but the Mikaelsons came back and decided they wanted to stake claim again. Some years ago, they all, left. The family barely gets along. Klaus, is a lunatic who stakes his brothers and sister and throws them in coffins, whenever they piss him off. They are purely dysfunctional, yet, being the original family of New Orleans, they still have a lot of authority, turning Marcel into a rogue in his own home. Now Marcel and every vampire who works for Marcel are limited in their control. Which is the quarter. Still Marcel is very powerful here. His underground following is extended beyond Nola. Vampires and some witches. If a witch wants to practice magic here, they have to go through Marcel."
I look at her because she stands behind all that she is saying in terms of Marcel. I trust Davina, and she trusts Marcel. So, it has to mean something. "Wow, and in Mystic Falls, the City is run by the Salvatore's."
"Right? Aren't they the ones who made peace between vampires and humans?"
"I wouldn't call it peace. I'd call it power and mutual respect. There are underhanded things happening in MF just like here in Nola. But anything blood related in Virginia and even beyond, goes through the Salvatore's. They eliminate threats without question." She looked at me like we lived in similar predicaments.
"Wow, we are witches. So, powerful, yet, we don't control the cities."
"That's how I used to see it too. But honestly, Davina, you don't want that power. You don't want power out in the open. It brings more problems. The they key to power is delegating where it goes. The best things for witches to do is stay under the radar. Our powers, then can't be used for evil. And trust me, I know first-hand what people with power, will do to a witch, to utilize her power." I thought back to the St. John family and my tormentor Lorenzo. The vile and impure things he made me do. "As witches, we must understand, how to delegate powers, and make the other supernaturals work in our favors."
"Thank God for this hearing spell." She says, because vamp hearing exceeds all parallels of sound.
"Exactly. So, it brings me, to why I'm here. When I was captured by the St. Johns, Lorenzo had some spell placed on me. I don't know the witch that did it, but they disappeared shortly after. The spell, broke my compulsion barrier."
"Oh, gosh. Bonnie that's horrible."
"Yes. And I have reason to believe I've been compelled by a certain vampire."
"Okay."
"My question is, is there anyway, I can figure out what he compelled from me? I know your psychic abilities are strong, and I was hoping you could reach in my mind and maybe find what I was compelled. Please Davina, I'm desperate?"
"Wow, Bonnie, I don't know, I've never been asked that. There's a chance I can do a mind search, but I may only be able to find the most recent compulsion. Because compulsions erase your memory right away, which means, the memory doesn't have a lasting effect. And I need time to figure out how to dig that deeply into your mind."
Fuck, I'm worried, because what if Damon is trying to kill me? What if I can never get rid of this spell. "How much time Davina?"
"A week or two maybe."
"Damnit. That means I need to avoid him for another couple of weeks. He's going to find me before that. I can't very well stay in Nola."
"Bon, I'm sorry. I really need to search my abilities and sometimes my answers don't come right away. But as soon as I figure it out I can call you. I'm sure Marcel won't mind you coming back."
Heavy sigh, I'm s.o.l. "Okay. Speaking of which, I'm supposed to meet him today right? He has some questions about what I do?"
"He does. I never told him I promise. I don't know how he knows."
"It's okay. I know you wouldn't, and I'm Sorry for asking you to lie to your father. I just... my line of work is discreet and I only work for witches."
"I know, I get it Bonnie."
"So, he won't be here for a couple more hours. Let's eat, I'm starving." I eat with Davina and we talk about anything but supernatural business the rest of dinner. Our fascinating backstories deserve a rest because sometimes, I just want to know what music she listens to. And she just wants to ask me advice on men. I don't have the best advice, but I'm honest. We laugh about our favorite show, the Mindy Project, and then we get excited over our next trip to Atlanta. The only person I can do this with is Davina. Because anyone else, looks at me and sees business. I haven't had a friend since before I was kidnapped. And Silas, well, I use him for sex sometimes. Talking isn't really our MO if it's not business. I really miss my old friends.
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Shortly after I say good bye to Davina, I meet Marcel. And what happens the rest of the night boggles my mind. How the hell did I get into this mess?
"Hello Marcel Gerard."
"Bonnie Bennett."
"Why am I not surprised he who runs the quarter knows everyone who comes and goes." I speak calmly.
"Damn right, especially when they have dealings with Davina. You know when I found out you two were keeping in touch without telling me, I had it in my right mind not to trust you. But I trust Davina. She has no friends. Besides Caleb and Josh. Most witches here stay away from her, because of me, but at the same time, they know who I am. You don't know me and I don't know you."
Well, he's not fucking around is he?
"I know what I need to know about you Marcel."
"I can say the same."
"Listen, Davina is my friend. Legit. We need each other. She's like a sister to me. I make sure to keep her as far out of harm's way when I come around, no one knows I'm here. I live a quiet and discreet life."
"Yet, you deal with men like Damon Salvatore?" He came at me with that, like an attack, but I'm remaining cool.
"So, Damon is another story. He has no interest in anything here. He's business."
"So, you do business with vampires?"
"It's not that simple. I don't like talking about my business." I look him in the eyes, he looks me in the eye. Neither of us budging or feeling intimidated.
"That's a problem, because you're in my town."
"Listen Marcel, I came here because I needed help from Davina. It was important. I'm not a trouble starter. I stay to myself wherever I go."
"That's trouble. People can't vouch for a person like you. I need to know who comes here and why. I'm sure you understand. I keep peace in the quarter. Everything supernatural business goes through me. Can we agree to a mutual understanding?"
"What would that be?"
"I need your help?"
I look at him like he's fucking crazy. "How can I possibly help you?"
"You're a bounty hunter, right?"
"Whoa, who told you that? You are grabbing false information, and making an accusation-"
"Relax. I don't want you to hunt a witch. I need a vampire. I need a staked vampire. I don't want him dead. I want him staked and brought to me?"
"Listen, I'm not sure who-"
"Bonnie, I'm not trouble. I don't want to hurt you. After all, Davina loves you. The man I want, wants to kill Davina."
"What? Who the hell would want to kill Davina?" Now I'm angry. No one, is allowed to touch Davina.
"Klaus Mikaelson. Davina, broke his blood connection to his sire line, in order to free me. Klaus, is like a father to me. He raised me. He could've killed me but he raised me, made me who I am, then, he deserted me. So, when he came back he's tried taking everything from me."
"What a fucked-up relationship. Listen, I don't work for vampires. I'm sorry."
"Bonnie, it's not for me, it's for Davina. Klaus said he won't touch her, but I know Klaus. He raised me. He's waiting until I least expect it. I need someone in there. I need someone to get information, and stake him. Bring him to me. I'll handle the rest."
"How he hell do you expect I do this from Mystic Falls?"
"I'm extending your invite to the quarter for longer. You can come back whenever you want, so long as you handle this business for me. I'll make sure you have protection and you can see Davina whenever you want."
"Marcel, I do t need protection. Besides, I can't be here every day. I have a life, and a home, and I work in Mystic Falls on other jobs that I must see to frequently. I have a twenty-four-hour surveillance job, currently, as well as several other jobs."
"This can be your secondary job. Please. Come every other weekend. I'll pay you whatever you want."
"To capture Klaus Mikaelson?"
"Yes."
"What's the catch?"
"He's ruthless, but charming. His weakness is family. So, he frequently gets rid of them when he needs to. But, he won't kill them. He just doesn't let them interfere with his need for power."
"How can I actually get to a man like that?"
"You're a woman, right?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Use your imagination. But understand this, no matter how charming he is, he'll trade your life for any bit of power, he doesn't care about anyone more than he cares about power."
"What makes you two different, like father like son, right?"
"The difference is I want respect. He wants fear."
"Can I be honest? I don't know if I can trust you."
"You're right, you can't trust me. I'm not asking you to. But I am asking you to help me protect Davina. She may be powerful, but in the quarter, a witch's life, to the Mikaelsons, is equivalent to a slave's life during the American Revolution. Useless unless they can get something out of it."
"Fine. I'll do this for Davina, on one condition. You explain this all to her. Because, I don't want her questioning my loyalties to her. And I won't keep secrets from her."
"Deal."
We go our separate ways. I wait a few minutes after he leaves before I leave. Then I walk around the quarter and head back towards my car through the plethora of drunken people on this fair weathered evening.
Then it happened. I was grabbed, bound and tossed into the trunk of my car. Once they got out of the city, they put Sevoflurane or some form of it over my mouth and nose, knocking me out. When I had awaken, I don't know where we were but a couple of hours later I was pulling near where they intended to stop. My legs, back, arms and neck were cramped. At this point I've gotten rid of the wrist binds, but not without losing some blood, and before they knew what hit them, I was gone in my car.
Damon. He won't stop, will he?
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The next day I drove to my office. I waited for Silas to show up and he never did. I call him.
"Silas, where are you? It's Monday."
"I thought it would be good to get Elena and Jeremy out of the house."
Seriously, he annoys me taking this job. He wasn't even hired by witches. He was hired by humans. I hate when he takes non-supernatural jobs. He tells me Damon's family is after the Gilberts. Damon the man, who's the key to my huntress curse. The Gilberts are one of the founding families. Apparently, the last remaining Gilberts are Jeremy and Elena. Jeremy believes, Damon wants to get rid of them. Jeremy's been protecting his sister all her life. Hiring us gives him a break, and gives Silas more ammo for me to catch Damon.
"Elena and Jeremy? You mean the Gilberts? You're getting too friendly with them. They are a job. Not our family."
"Bonnie, you're such a bitch sometimes you know that. Have a fucking heart."
"Silas? How can you say that to me? You know what I've been through."
"It's over Bonnie. The St. Johns are in your past. It's time to move on." Then he hung the phone up in my face.
"Fuuuuucckkkk youuuuuu!" I scream looking at my phone. God I could kill him. Some days he is absolutely on my side, and other days, I swear he wishes the St. John's ended me. I can't breathe. I need to get out of here.
Maybe I should get this Klaus job over with. I should head back to Nola. Stake Klaus Mikaelson. Give him to Marcel, and clear my head. Yeah. I just need a job to get my mind off things.
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My house is dark and cold. Why do I live here still? I need to move out. Silas wants to come in my room once a week. And I don't care, because I need it. I need my mind cleared of any and all of the chaos that never leaves me. The chaos that floods me forcing me to run and kill. Sex. Sex is the one thing that makes me forget. Besides my conversations with Davina. I strip off my clothes and take a shower. Hoping to rid my mind of the thoughts to kill. Nothing, the water sounds like the screams of my victims as they begged me to let them live, before I sent them all straight to hell. I guess I can't call them victims, because their vile. But a Phoenix Sword death is the worst hell for a vampire.
The water burns the cuts on my wrists. The cuts I got removing the binds.
Even after my shower, nothing. My mind is at it again. Thanks to Silas. That asshole triggers me sometimes, when he gets in my head. Never marry a witch. I take that back. Never marry a warlock. They exploit your weaknesses to make you act right. Though he and are no longer together, he uses his mind power to trigger me sometimes. I toss on a tank top, and some boy shorts. No underwear, no bra. Commando. I never get to do this because the Gilberts are always here now. I should thank Silas for taking them out today.
"I'm a fucking mess." I stop and began to remember and recant, all my kills over the past few years. I don't ask for this, it just happens when I'm triggered. My mind won't let me stop. I can't forget their faces, I can't forget their names. I can't forget their deaths. As the huntress, I am tortured by this. They are all trapped in the Phoenix Stone. Because of me. I didn't ask for this.
I can't stop it. It won't stop. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
John Black
Allan Gilman
Strasmore Grimes
Fitzgerald Coleman
Chrisom Sanders
Jeffrey Tills
Bentley Johnston
William Steferan
Alexander Holman
(Phone rings)
Damon Salvatore. I answer it so I can stop remembering all my kills, I answer to make my mind quit. "What Salvatore? I'm kind of busy!"
I snapped, but not on purpose. He says nothing. I hang up.
He calls back. I answer. Stupidly.
"Don't play fucking games with me. I swear I'll burn you." He says nothing. I hang up.
He calls back. I ignore it.
Franklin Mott
Archibald Swartzman
Donavan Dillinger
Alberto Sandoval
Santiago Salazar
He's calling again. "FUCK!" I scream. He won't stop calling. I grab my phone and throw it into the wall, I think I broke it. Good. I need the ringing to stop.
Thomas Neidermeyer
Jackson Snider
Phillip Ander-
The phone rings again. He's kidding, right? I walk to the broken piece of shit. Answer it, and wait. "Hello."
I stand there, quietly. I wait, he finally speaks.
"Turn around."
"What?" I say calmly as I slowly turn. Before I knew it, my back was against the wall and he was all over me. He smells so good, he feels so good. I just want to forget how I need to send him to his death, and embrace the way he touches me. He's aggressive. I sense he's angry with me. "Damn it, Raven. How the hell did you find me?"
"I'm extremely proficient." He doesn't even take his mouth off mine, until he looks me in the eyes and says, "Especially when it comes to you." He ravages me. He... gives me exactly what I need.
"You can't be here." I whisper, breath, choke, or cry out. I can't remember how I said it. His lips were on me and I let them be. I let him take advantage of me. He ripped my tank top off. Then my shorts. He lifted my body and carried me back into a room. Not my room. Silas' room.
"This isn't my room."
"I know."
"We can't be in here." I try getting him off me so we can get off Silas bed. But he smells it. He smells Silas, and my scent. He looked at me angrily. But I had nothing to say.
"This is the last time you fuck in this room." He demanded looking me straight in my eyes.
"Okay." Why the hell did I just say that? He looks at my wrists, and gently touches them.
"What happened to your wrists?"
"Your men." He made a face of strong apology.
"I'll deal with them."
"I'm a tough girl."
"Is that so?"
I don't know how his clothing came off. It was a blur. But he was inside of me and I shut down. He showed me no favor, he took advantage of his vampire strength and fucked me so hard I could barely breath. It was painful and good, it was rough and beautiful. It was everything I needed.
He put his hand behind my neck, slithering his fingers into my hair at the scalp, pulling my face into his. I waited see how tightly he would grip my hair, because the last time he screwed up. Oh, but this time, he didn't yank it. He just fisted it firmly. He spoke to me softly, yet commanding.
"Like that, right? That's how you like it. Not too soft, not too hard. You like me to hold it with just enough strength to remind you, I'm stronger than you, but that I won't hurt you."
Oh, my God. What the fuck? Is he in my head?
"Am I, right?" He asked with his lips near mine, and holding my gaze with his paralyzing blue eyes.
"Yes." I whispered.
"I know." He said. He slowed down his rough thrusting and took his time to speak. "I know you better than you think I do. And I don't like having to send my men to hunt you down, when I need you. Do you hear me?"
I gulped, and was paralyzed by his eyes. I nodded my head.
"I can't hear you. Speak with your words."
"Yes." I whisper. Why can't I look away from him? Oh, my God is this compulsion? Is he compelling me? Why can't I look away? He tugs my hair a little tighter. Perhaps to remind me of who he is. And he remains, thrusting. Really, really, deep.
I've missed this.
"Did you miss me?"
"Yes."
"I can tell, you're really, really wet." He said smiling sinisterly at me.
I bite my lip feeling helpless, and it's okay, because he always makes me forget about everything else. "I'm going to bite you now. You love when I do this, so just enjoy it, I promise I'll take my time." His teeth slowly extend from his gums right before my eyes. It's both frightening and paralyzing.
When his eyes leave mine, and move to my neck, I forgot everything that just happened, seconds ago, and I feel him drinking from me, and I close my eyes. I can't explain this feeling. He's inside of me, fucking me, and he's pulling from inside of me, and he's connected to me, and this feeling is the only thing that makes me feel safe. I'm lost. In all of this, desire, I lose myself and I've never felt more free. He makes me scream. He makes me forget. He makes me cum.
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I'm woken up in my room, by a loud banging. I don't remember how I got here. But I'm relaxed, and someone is banging at my door. I look at my wrists and my cuts are healed.
"What is it?" I yell.
"Bonnie. Open the damn door." Silas was yelling. Oh great. What the hell now?
I get up and walk to my door, opening it to find an irate witch. "What the hell is it Sy? I'm trying to sleep!"
"The Phoenix Stone, is gone. It was in the vault, and its gone! Please tell me you put it somewhere else?"
"Sy, I haven't touched it. Not since my last capture. You know I hate that thing."
"Precisely Bonnie! But it's gone now, and we are fucked!"
"Holy fuck!" I said out loud then again to myself. Holy Fuck. I'm so fucked.
Damon, fucking Salvatore!
Bonnie is haunted and tormented by the Huntress Curse. She explains why she can be compelled. Davina is like family to her, now she has to capture Klaus for Marcel, in order to protect Davina. Bonnie and Damon may have more in common than they think. She now has to find the Phoenix Stone, and find the one man she is 'supposed" to kill.
