Note: A casual three years have passed, but hey, who's counting. I never edit; think of my typos as little gifts to you. This chapter isn't as long as the previous two, but I'm extending the story as a whole, so, there's more where this came from.


Chapter Four

A Kiss With A Fist

When Elena found Tyler Lockwood gazing hopelessly out to the football field before him, she knew exactly what to do. When it dawned on her that Matt Donovan had been there, at the night of the fire and her murder, she should have known the school would have made a spectacle of the golden boy being sent to the pearly gates 'before his time'. Tyler himself was gunning for the lead in the Shakespearean show-stopper that had become the school halls. She knew just how to help him take the pain away, hell, hers too.


"Stefan, I feel like I'm losing my mind." Bonnie spoke suddenly. They were driving back to his house, and she was curled up in the passenger seat wearing his jacket and worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Why?" He glimpsed over to her before taking a left.

"Well, for one. I mean, I didn't tell you this but, last night, when Damon-" A crow smacked into the windshield of Stefan's Porsche and the boy swerved aside and pulled off into the gravel beside the road. Glaring at the crow he turned to Bonnie and tilted her face toward his.

"Are you okay?" He clicked his seat belt off and leaned over to hold her. "Bon?" She nodded, trying to focus on her breathing, so that her heart would calm some.

"Sorry, I-"

"Hey, that asshole bird should be apologising, not you. You know that." He pulled her back pack onto his lap and found her pump and held it out to her. She gripped it gratefully and inhaled twice from it, then they both waited for her to re-calibrate herself. "Better?"

"Much... thank you Stefan." She pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him softly on the mouth. Her thumb trailed across the edge of his smiling mouth before she kissed him again, her breathing hitching when he slipped his tongue past her teeth. "We should get to your house. Now."

"Agreed."


Elena sauntered over to Tyler, trying to keep her amusement at bay at the sight of the boy choking on his tears in broad daylight. He smelled nothing like Bonnie, and that relieved the very small, but very persistent part of her that belonged to Bonnie Bennett. The part had been bigger when she'd still be human (not that she'd ever have admitted it) but whatever had been left of her, was losing a gruesome battle to the demon thrashing inside of her stomach.

"Ty...I thought I'd find you here." The boy jumped out of his skin at her sudden presence.

"...Elena..." He wiped at his tears feebly, "Hey, sorry, I was spaced out." Elena murmured and stood beside him, following his gaze out over the vast field. "I can't stop thinking about him."

"I know what you mean." The succubus tilted her head toward him, widening her doe eyes, even adding a slight sheen over, to milk the moment a little more. "Do you know that I was probably one of the last people he spoke to?" She could see the hooks of her words sink into him and had to stop the grin that threatened to stretch her face.

"You guys spoke?" Elena had to bite back her irritation. She wasn't a hermit, that would be Bonnie. She was popular, seen and coveted. God.

"Well, we spoke before the band started. You know how it is, I see you guys at practice all the time, we've hung out..."

"Of course." The boy's sheepish smile glittered. "What did he say?" Elena ducked her head and tucked some hair behind her ear before looking back up to him.

"I mean, he-" she cut off purposefully, with an embarrassed laugh.

"What?"

"It's just weird, you know? I mean, with everything that happened after that."

"Tell me, Elena," Tyler turned his body to her, desperate for the final words of his best friend. "Whatever it is, I wanna know." She turned slowly to him. The demon inside of her arched her back a little, sizing Tyler up as it lured him in with the subtle curves of her body.

"I don't know why he even said it," she stammered shyly, eyes glittering as she smiled, "He said...He thought you and I, I don't know. He thought we'd be good together." She ran her eyes down his face and bit her bottom lip gently. "Best wing-man ever, am I right?"

"Totally." Tyler exhaled, his eyes lingering on her before he looked away.

"I shouldn't have said anything, I know," Elena crossed her arms and looked at her feet. "But after the fire, and after Bon ended up in hospital and so many people died...I got this feeling," he was looking at her again, "life is so short, Tyler, and I don't know when I'm going to die, you know? You don't know! No one does. And I don't wanna die not knowing ...certain things."

"What do you mean?" Elena felt the demon growing impatient as she stepped more into Tyler's space.

"Feel my heart, Tyler," Elena said, putting his hand on her breast, "...It's broken." She watched the bob of his Adam's apple with glee.

"Yeah...I mean, mine too."

"We should see where it goes, you know? Something good ought to come from that awful night, don't you think?"

"You're into me?" Tyler closed some more space between them. "Aren't you dating that older guy?"

"We're not dating, he wishes we were still dating. I've had my eye on someone else for a while now...I just needed a push to put myself out there." She took his hand in hers. "I know a place in the woods we can go make it all feel better...you in?" Wordlessly, she lead Tyler into the woods and made sure to swing her hips the way she knew Damon liked when they were about to pounce on one another. She'd give him that, he taught her everything she knew.


Bonnie's mouth was sealed to Stefan's as he opened the doors of the Salvatore estate. They were laughing and pressing into each other's bodies as they tugged off their clothes.

"As much as I'd love to be a voyeur in this life as well, I think we have more pressing matters to attend to." Bonnie screamed at Damon's interruption, pulling her shirt closed. She narrowed her eyes at his leering gaze and hid her body behind Stefan. "Brother, I sent you a note."

"Oh, I got it." Stefan sneered, and Bonnie stilled at the anger in his voice. "A simple text message will do next time." Damon's smile was cold.

"Oh, there won't be a next time." The elder Salvatore swore. "Tell her now, or I will." Stefan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Tell me what?" Bonnie gaped. "Stefan?"

"Now or never, brother." Stefan exhaled slowly through his nose and turned to Bonnie who had questions swimming in her eyes as she blinked up at him. Slowly, he began re-buttoning her shirt as he spoke.

"There's something you need to know about me," he said, trailing a finger across her jaw once she was dressed, "Something about Damon, too."

"Hell," Damon chimed in, "There's something you need to know about yourself as well."


Elena was relishing in the heat pulsing off of Tyler's body as they kissed. His mouth was full and smooth against hers, and she was sure that in another life, they could have basked in the afterglow of some mind-blowing sex. Unfortunately for him, this wasn't Dawson's Creek, and she wasn't about to be swayed by the rippling muscles of his torso; she'd rather be chewing on them.

"Are you thinking about Matt?" Tyler stiffened at the mention of his friend's name. "I am."

"I, uh, sure." She grabbed his dick and began to stroke it as she sucked on his bottom lip. She pressed her chest against his, where she'd torn his shirt open.

"Don't worry, Ty. You'll see him soon." His question was swallowed in her open-mouthed kiss as she pressed him against the tree and jumped up into his hold. Grinding against him, she made sure she had him right where she wanted him. His hands were palming her ass and she even played along, panting in his ear as he kissed her neck. Climbing off of him, she took a step away and lifted her top up and over her head, tossing it carelessly. Her bra followed soonafter and she giggled as he licked his lips. The rustle of shrubbery somewhere behind her caught his attention and he looked around them, to discover an audience of small forest creatures surrounding them. Elena followed his gaze and smirked.

"What are they doing?" He wondered as she covered her breasts with his hands and kissed his neck.

"Waiting." She whispered against the hollow of his throat.

"For, wh-" She tore a hole into his windpipe and wasted no time ripping him limb from limb.


"We're witches." Stefan sighed eventually. Bonnie looked at him aghast.

"When you say we..." Bonnie trailed off and Damon nodded towards her, pointing a finger in her direction and mouthed 'you too'. "I'm not a witch, Stefan."

"And you'd know that how exactly?" Damon scoffed. "It skipped your mother and your grandmother was erased from everyone's memory."

"It's the price she paid to ensure an heir to the Bennett throne." Stefan murmured sadly. Bonnie shook her head as she tried to piece together their words.

"I never had a grandmother, Stefan, you know that."

"No, babe. It's why we were sent here in the first place. We were tasked to find you and keep you safe."

"From, what?"

"The things that go bump in the night, Bon-Bon-"

"Don't call me that." She scolded.

"Don't call her that." Stefan hissed at the same time.

"So, you moved to Mystic Falls because of me? I was an assignment?"

"Initially, yes."

"Then you thought what? You'd have some fun on the side, date my best friend," she spat at Damon, "Date me?" She accused Stefan with hurt in her eyes.

"Oh spare me, Bennett." Damon spat. "We're human. Between you and Elena it seemed inevitable that some kind of attraction formed. Stefan just got the better deal it turns out." His blue eyes glittered.

"Make one more barely veiled attempt at hitting on me and I will gut you, Salvatore." Bonnie hissed.

"Roger that." Damon held his hands up.

"Who sent you?" Bonnie asked, eyes on Stefan.

"Our coven leader, Sheila Bennett. Your grandmother."

"How does a woman no one can remember have her own coven?" Bonnie frowned.

"She's one of the strongest witches in the history of our species, she can do pretty much anything. The ancestors may have placed her in supernatural isolation, but even that could never stop her from finding you, from keeping you safe."

"Why couldn't she tell me all this herself?"

"She isn't allowed to meddle." Damon scoffed, plonking some ice in his tumbler and filling it to the brim with bourbon before swallowing it all in one gulp and starting the process over again. "Directly, that is. God knows what they'll do to her then."

"So you're a part of my grandmother's coven, even though you're seventeen, and you're," she waved a dismissive hand in Damon's direction with a scowl, "A perpetual infant."

"Salvatore's are a strong bloodline of magic as well," Stefan interjected before Damon could antagonise his girlfriend anymore. "Our families go way back, actually."

"You sound insane." Bonnie breathed.

"As insane as the fact that your beloved Elena was sacrificed to the devil and is currently a succubus?"

"...What?" Both Stefan and Bonnie yelped. Damon nodded, sipping at his third drink.

"I marked her the last time we," he paused, "Whatever. And she was sacrificed the devil. But good news!" he went on as Bonnie stood to her feet, "We can totally reverse it." Bonnie looked to her boyfriend.

"...We actually can."


Elena was swimming happily in the lake when she heard the sirens off in the distance. Smirking, she reached the other side of the body of water, got dressed and took the long way home.


Damon was watching Bonnie fret while Stefan rubbed circles in her back and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. After a few minutes of this, she leans into him and presses her forehead against his. Damon gags on an ice cube when they start exchanging small kisses, coughing loudly.

"Can you two, not, do that?" They both scoff at him. "I'm serious, it makes me uncomfortable."

"You make me uncomfortable." Bonnie hisses back. "Also, what's with the near-constant drinking? And the general I-wanna-die-but-I'm-here-so-let's-ruin-it-for-everyone-else attitude?"

"He was there when it happened to Sheila." Stefan explained. Bonnie kept looking to and from the brothers, hoping someone would put all their information in a linear perspective, so that she could keep up."

"You're looking at her progeny, bitch." Damon's grin was hollow.

"Actually, you're looking at another reason Sheila was punished by the ancestors," Stefan corrected him, clicking his tongue against his pallet, "And I wouldn't call what you and Sheila have...a teacher student, thing."

"What? She likes role-playing." Damon defended before sucking in a breath and turning to Bonnie looking embarrassed, "Hey, fun fact; did you know that witches can slow their ageing?"

"I'm gonna pass out." Bonnie breathed.


A/N: Oh yes, oh yes I did.

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