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I just finished my latest chapter. Tell me what you think about it and whether you are excited for the upcoming episodes!
A knot was forming in Kai's chest as he entered the living room. He could feel Bonnie's blood magic she had used for a protection spell surrounding the whole house, surging through the flawed wooden floor and creaking windows.
It was a strange sense of feeling protected. He knew how powerful she were patterns of energy sizzling in her fingertips he had never encountered or even heard of before.
He remembered that when he had taken her magic back in 1994 something malevolent had been cursing through him, something he would have never had the power to control, if he ever was in its possession. But Bonnie was vigorous. She was good. And she was growing sick of being good.
A bright light that was slowly starting to feel unbalanced. He would never say it out loud but he was becoming apprehensive of her burning desire to be free of all the boundaries that her friends were putting around her.
It was hard to admit but he was the one who was responsible for the psychical disturbance. Mentally, she was becoming diseased.
She wasn't doing it intentionally. All she was doing was trying to cope and she felt lost, because she didn't know how. Kai was sure that she had been frustrated after getting her revenge on him, because him and her being even, knowing that he would suffer, didn't help. It certainly didn't make her feel whole again.
She was still burning. Her body was burning, because she didn't want to accept the light inside her. The thing that made her special was a virus to Bonnie, a parasite.
"Tell me what you know about Lillian Salvatore" Bonnie's snarl brought him out of his trance. She had already been in here for two hours straight. And by the looks of the languid stare of the vampire – devoid of emotions – he could tell that she hadn't made any progress.
"Ok", Bonnie nodded, briefly glancing at Kai, before turning back around to meet the probing stare of the vampire with impatience. Clenching her fists she straightened herself, quietly hissing chants. The vampire screamed immediately and buried his head inside his hands. Blood pooled in his eyes, dark veins started to show on his sagged cheeks.
"You won't kill me", the vampire coughed, making Kai bite his lower lip. Maybe he was right that she wouldn't, that everything she did to him were empty threats.
He surely knew that she needed him for information, he knew that he was still of value to her and her friends.
But Kai wasn't so sure. She had changed. She was able to kill, when losing control.
Bonnie finally stopped torturing the caged vampire. Even though her back was turned to him, Kai somehow knew that her nostrils were flaring right now. She was frustrated, her hands were beginning to shake.
And if Kai didn't do anything, it was possible that she would snap very soon and let all her anger out, do something that was beyond her power. That was the last thing that he wanted. She needed to stay pure, to become stable again. Happy.
He had felt this immense guilt crawling at his nerves, after what he had done to her, putting himself to sleep only by silently promising himself that he would help keep her out of harm's way, to calm down. This – what she was doing right now – was harming her mind. It was toxic. That's why he made the decision to take it upon himself to torture the vampire and get the information that was needed for Bonnie's mission.
"I'll take it from here, Bonbon. You should go and check on your friends" Kai walked up next to her, eyeing the coughing, bloodied vampire on the floor with disdain.
She looked up surprised, watching his serious and dark expression as he looked down at her enemy. Somehow she understood. He was scared of her capabilities, anxious that her morals had been bent too much, while she had mouldered away in 1994. She could almost feel his guilt creating goosebumps on her the most astonishing part was that she understood.
He wanted to purge the constant urge to apologize, the guilt gnawing at his new-found sanity. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the intense waves of energy surging through his body. Then he took a deep breath jonesing for release. And finally he let it all out – frustrations, self-hatred and burning adrenaline – by directing it at the vampire that had almost drained him the night before.
But neither did he open his eyes, nor did he let a satisfactory grin overtake get the better of him, when he heard the low growl and panting sounds that left the lips of their prisoner. He concentrated all his magic on the head of the vampire, waiting for the barrier to the information inside to break to suck it all out.
Kai didn't care that Bonnie saw him like this, even though he craved her forgiveness and her feeling safe around him like a drug. He was sure that her seeing him being a monster and torturing people would not help him earn that.
But instead, Bonnie watched his magic create a rift in the vampire's consciousness with awe.
She had always known that Kai was powerful but she never imagined that he was capable of slipping inside people's minds with such ease. His stance was powerful, menacing even. She could see droplets of blood pouring out of his nostrils.
Something warm was encroaching on her skin now, slowly dissipating the feeling of making her flesh crawl.
She was beginning to sweat and shiver at the same time, envied the intensity of his magic. She reverenced him for his grace, the lightness of his motions in contrast with the force they had. And when she finally got out of her trance and realized that she had gazed at him for too long she immediately shook her head, blinking the haze away from her eyes, before leaving the room and shutting the door loudly behind her.
Bonnie leaned against the door breathing heavily, noticed that a hot sensation in her stomach was making her toes curl, her lips damp. She noticed that the sensations she felt were more than inappropriate, remembering all the terrible crimes Kai had committed in the past, how he had hurt her, almost killed her and left her alone.
But this Kai, the one who was helping her and craving her forgiveness was not the same person. And he was still changing, continuously wiping out the red on his ledger.
The vampire was beginning to cough blood, demolishing the carpet.
Kai was growing impatient. The undead had a stronger will than he had imagined, having put walls around his most precious secrets in order to protect them. The man had a shield to defend himself from mind games and keep Kai out of the hidden thoughts inside his head.
Tired of disappointing results the witch believed that he had to change his tactics to try to get information about Lillian that could be useful to Bonnie. So he did something terrifying.
Leaning down and shoving his arm through the invisible bars that Bonnie had put around the vampire, Kai grabbed his head, digging his nails into the man's temples to break the resistance that didn't let him inside his mind.
Suddenly an endless streak of information broke loose. Brutal memories started penetrating his mind – of blood, gore and torture. The vampire screamed, tried to wriggle himself free from Kai's grasp but the witch was too strong, his opponent too weak. And it felt as if he was living another man's life.
His own name began to seem foreign to him, left a strange, bitter taste on his tongue. Everything around him was spinning now, his fingertips were getting hot. A booming sound echoed in his tense eardrums. And he was starting to lose his balance. The vampire now crawled at his skin, tried to get him out of his thoughts with all his strength.
But Kai wouldn't stop, even if the dizziness and pain form the vampire's cuts would become unbearable. For Bonnie's sake. He would do this for Bonnie.
Her tea was getting cold but she couldn't bring herself to drink it, too shocked about the news she had hust received from Damon. He was still sitting beside her, his face buried behind his hands. She had never seen him so broken. His eyes had been lost, his voice frantic.
"She took the cure", he whispered it like he still couldn't believe it himself. Bonnie drew her eyebrows together, not sure how she was supposed to piece together what exactly Lillian's plan was.
Why would Damon's mother even want to take it? She had never seemed like the type of bloodsucker that would just throw all its enhanced abilities away for normality.
"She took the cure", he repeated. This time it seemed like he wanted to speak on but in the last moment – when he looked up, directly into her own eyes – he swallowed hard and then focused on anything but Bonnie's confused features.
She realized that he was hiding something. That there was more to this than her stealing something that he didn't want to give Elena anyway. He felt guilt. And the weight of it was terrifyingly heavy.
"Damon", she started, tentavely reaching for his lightly trembling hands. "Is there something else that you want to tell me?"
She tried to stay calm and patient. But her curiosity was hard to handle, especially when she knew that her friends were keeping something from her.
When Damon just shook his head, refusing to open his mouth, she pushed again – this time with a demanding, harsh undertone. "Damon, you are keeping secrets from me again. Just lay it out in the open, so nobody gets hurt again"
Damon gulped, instinctively reaching for the bottle of Bourbon he had placed on the table. This made the witch snap. Angrily she snatched the liquor away, eyeing him with great displeasure and hurt.
"Why are you keeping things from me again? I thought we were past that! Stop leaving me in the dark, because it doesn't help our mission."
Suddenly, Damon snapped out of his guilt, a fire reaching his eyes that she knew all too well: burning hatred.
At first, Bonnie thought it was directed at her, making her heart skip a beat. She was terrified of his expression – the veins that were starting to form under his eyes and the exposed fangs that were visible, when he bared his teeth.
"It was all her fault", he barked, aggressively clutching at the alcohol in Bonnie's hands, afterwards taking lavish gulps.
The witch blinked, trying to clear her raging thoughts. "Who's fault?"
Damon buried his face in his hands again. His mood was changing from aggressive to desperate in mere seconds.
"Caroline's"
Bonnie shook her head. When she wanted to ask why Damon continued, his eyes blazing with frustration.
"She found out about the cure, because she overheard when I told Stefan about it. Still without her humanity switch flipped back on, she got contacted by my mother. Lillian told her where I had hidden it and made a deal with Caroline. If she stole the cure for her, then Lillian would get Stefan to flip his humanity switch off again." Damon rolled his eyes. "Obviously she did steal it without anyone noticing and already gave it to my mom." Bonnie frowned at this. "What would she even want with it?"
He bit his lower lip and looked down, too lost in his own turmoil to notice her lightly touching his arm to encourage him to just tell her already.
"To force it down your mom's throat, Bon"
He looked like he was in pain just uttering the words. "She turned Abby and forced her to perform the spell to get her back to the prison world of 1903 – without the ascendant."
She wasn't sure how she could stay sober after that reveal. Right now, she didn't feel anything. Her whole body was acting on a strange mixture of instinct and rationality. Everything had to be in logical order. And one tiny part of the puzzle was still missing. She couldn't piece it together. "But she doesn't need my mother, because she is in the possession of my blood. All she needed was an ordinary witch"
Damon nodded, his face scrunching up with anger. "Caroline also overheard me telling Stefan that you put a protection spell around the house"
Her eyes got round, he mouth dropping open. That was it, the last tiny piece she had needed.
"A blood spell", she gasped, pulling the ascendant out of her back pocket and biting down hard onto her forefinger. Droplets of blood started to spill onto the surface of the antique machinery.
"Bonnie, you are not going back there alone"
Damon tried to reach for her but she had already created a force field around herself, so that he wasn't able to touch her or the ascendant.
"It's already too late, Damon. Lillian will come back with her ripper friends and you need to stay put, so you'll be able to defeat them. Everyone needs to be save", she reasoned with him, her voice almost cracking, because she was so scared.
But Damon had other plans. "But what about you? You need to be safe too! Stay here", he screamed at her, his fists colliding with the invisible wall she had put around herself.
"I need to get back to Kai. He is in danger!" And then she was gone, travelling through dimensions to land in the snowy forest of 1903 again.