*A/N Bonnie and Ripper Stefan, enough said.

* I do not own these characters.

* Hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Stefan – THE RIPPER

Today was a new day for Bonnie. She was feeling homesick now. Still waking up in a castle in her own dormitory helped her to feel a bit at ease, only because anything she could possibly want was at her disposal. Her companionship at the castle wasn't half-hearted either. She developed genuine connections with both Lily and Damon and looked forward to every encounter because when they were not around the castle was quite lonely.

The beastly nature of the castle made Bonnie very weary of its backstory. Maybe countless were killed there, or captured and enslaved. Sure the castle hadn't been in the Salvatores family for centuries. Bonnie had an entire day alone to prepare herself for the Ripper. She would be lying is she didn't say she wasn't worried for what was to come. Something that Damon said, stayed with Bonnie since she saw him last, three days ago. He told her, "when it comes to Stefan, make sure to will yourself to believe in Mind over Matter!"

Why would it matter, how bad could he be?

She didn't dwell on it, because she thought it was Damon just being protective and jealous. Then she remembered Lily telling her that when it came to consorting with both Damon and Stefan, that Bonnie would have a harder time with separating the two, than the boys would have in sharing her. That revelation almost made her feel miniscule. However, Damon has accepted Bonnie, and chosen to allow her to feel as though they have known one another for an eternity. He pulls her into his gravity and floats with her weightlessly in their little bubble of trust.

"Bonnie, I will be leaving with Giuseppe this evening. I won't be back for a weeks' time. I would like to believe you are completely okay with being here without me, but I can understand if you are somewhat afraid." Lily speaks softly as she battles letting her sons know they will be alone with Bonnie. They are liable to overstep their boundaries so she asks Bonnie to hold her secret of leaving between the two of them.

"Milady, I am not afraid. I am worried I will disappoint Stefan."

"Why do you fear such things?"

"Something Damon said to me has stuck with me for three days time. At first I paid it no mind, then as three days past, my nerves grew wild with anxiety."

"Beautiful Bonnie, I can tell you this, Stefan and Damon are different. They expect differently and love differently. You are capable of handling both opposing sorts of love. It's in you. I know this because I sense all of which you have to give."

"What will you advise me on to please Stefan?"

"I can't give you an answer. Except this, when it comes to Stefan, 'Expect nothing! Absolutely nothing."

"This sounds so cold and harsh though milady. I am a mere mortal witch, and I fear my time and heart may never be enough to an immortal with a life of lust for blood."

"When it comes to Stefan, NEVER second guess yourself. I have told you before my sons are excellent at mind control. Never second guess yourself with Stefan, he will swallow you whole."

Bonnie gulped. Her chest sunk and her heart raced.

"You will be fine beautiful Bonnie. One thing Stefan could never resist is true beauty. Not the kind made of rouges and rose petals droppings, but the kind that illuminated on the skin of a goddess like woman. Your fair beauty will intimidate Stefan. Use it to your advantage."

"Your kind spirit will be missed in the castle Milady. I wish you would stay with me being my friend, if anything, I look forward to our conversations and banter upon your return. God willing, I haven't broken." Bonnie gave a half-hearted laugh and a tear or two may have streamed down her cheek. For whatever it would take to calm her nerves, something about the Ripper had her frightened, and she would never admit it aloud.

"1000 hugs to hold you. Good luck tonight. And the following three. I look forward to the return."

"Safe travels Milady." Bonnie curtsied and this would be her last conversation with Lily until her return. Bonnie felt as though the next week she would suffer utter loneliness.

Bonnie has handled her own warm rose pedal bath. She wants things to be perfect for her first meeting with Stefan. The less she can give him to say about her or to her, the better for her. She wasn't in the mood to be broken by her future husband. She takes her time getting ready and she is literally minutes away from leaving her dormitory. She looks at herself in the mirror and remembers the girl from last week. She is no longer housed in her body.

Few minutes later Bonnie arrives at Stefan's door, it is two minutes past the hour, she hopes he will not discount her. She knocks three times. There is no answer. She waits a minute then she knocks three times again. When there is no answer, she slowly turns the knob to his dwelling. The door is opened about enough for her to slide inward. Once inside, she calls to her future husband.

"Stefan, Milord?"

There is no answer back.

"Dear Prince, it is I, your servant. Shall I leave?"

There is no answer, but hissing sounds on the opposite side of the Grande foyer sized room. Her chest heaves hard, her breath hitches. Dear Prince, it is I, your servant. I am here for your service." She shouts. "Would you like for me to leave?"

Within seconds he has her by her neck with his bare hand. She doesn't know what she did, but she knows that this is exactly how she didn't see her night going.

Gasps, and chokes spill from her mouth, and she cannot speak. Her breaths shorten and she almost cannot breath. She uses her smaller arms and reaches for his face with her eyes closed. She is afraid to open her eyes and see him. She scratches at him, trying to break skin and inflict something along the lines of pain to help her get through his choke hold before he cuts every last breath of hers.

"You are two minutes late!"

Bonnie reaches with all of her might to scratch him, and then he lifts her feet off of the ground with his one arm, murderous, choke hold.

"I-I have never b-b-een to your dwelling, I got lost." She spits out quickly as she is about to pass out.

He drops her from a couple feet in the air, unbeknownst to her, causing her tremendous pain in her ankles.

"Ahhh!" She screamed in pain. "My ankles, you have quite possibly fractured them."

"You are late to my dwelling, and in that, you told me you are defiant. I don't tolerate that. Get out, and try again next time!"

"What? My ankles, are in utter pain." When Bonnie looks up, his eyes illuminate on the dark, they are blinding, and scary, and almost deafening to the things happening around her. She fears for her life and she fears him.

His annoyance with her back peddles, and he quickly bites into his wrists, holds it to her mouth and forces her to take his blood. Her ankles heal in no time and she tries to stand up slowly. No words are spoken as she walks backwards towards the dormitory exit, he then looks at her and says, "I hate rose pedal baths. When you come back, smell of your natural musk."

She holds her tears back until her she exits the room and runs for her dormitory. Then she lets out sobs of a million weeping babies. When she makes it back to her dwelling Bonnie falls to her knees near her bed and throws her face into her arms on the comfort of her pillow tops. She cries herself to sleep and wished such pain on no woman.

Stefan sit in his bed listening to her cry until she fell asleep. She cried for several hours. Once her breathing lessoned, her heart beat slowed and she leveled her senses, Stefan in crow form perched himself outside of her window and watched her sleep. She stirred for several hours and he fought the urge to enter her dreams. Right before sunrise, he went back to his own dwelling.

Bonnie awaken the next morning with pounding in her head. She had no idea why her pounding was so brain shattering. She doesn't remember how long she lay up crying, but she remembers her encounter with Stefan and she was heart-broken in the morning. He made her feel low, and dirty, and unwanted. She wanted a beautiful relaxing experience but she needed to remove herself of her confines. She dressed and allowed her hair to wander her shoulders freely. She bothered none at all with brushing it.

Bonnie was ready to head into town today and gather something she needed. She got her favorite fruits and her favorite fresh breads. She only had enough money for a few things and she was not ready to broadcast her royal status to the common people. She mingled and laughed with people from the town. She managed to find a book she liked and traded one of her fresh foods for it. A collection of drabbles and poetries, and philosophes, was something to entertain her mind while she sat alone throughout the days, waiting company. Neither Salvatore Brother left their dormitories through the day, or at least, she never saw them. She wanted to make sure her days were spend being filled with enjoyment, this way of her nights would be awful, she could look forward to her days.

Unfortunately, she must gather herself back together to go the Stefan's Dormitory. Her day was rather pleasant compared to her previous night. She left the natural musk on her body and didn't bathe as requested by Stefan. She didn't even brush her hair. Not by his request, but she wasn't goin to go out of her way for a man who treated her so poorly. When she arrived to his large iron doors, she knocked three times. She was two minutes early today; he did not answer her call. She waited a minute more and tried again, when he did not answer her, she decided she would go back to her own dwelling. She wasn't in the mood to play games with him. After she got about 20 steps away from his door, it opened. She turned to look back and all she saw was blackness. Her blood boiled and it froze at the same time. She turned slowly and walked back to his entrance.

She entered slowly.

"Milord?"

"Close the door!" He said very lowly.

She did so, and he stayed wherever it was in the room that he spoke from. "I see you were early today? Do me a favor and just be on time. What if I am not in my room until the direct time I have sent for you?"

"You are speaking of technicalities. You are piecing me apart for your entertainment!"

"Don't get brave with me witch, I will only tolerate one outburst of your fiery tongue."

Bonnie is enraged at his callousness.

"What is that stench?"

Now he is mocking her natural scent that he forced her to keep. "I did not bathe as per your request. So if you can't handle my natural smell, then I suggest not ordering me to remain hugged but the daily wear and tear of the atmosphere upon my skin."

"That is not what I smell. I smell commoners. You smell as though you left the corridor and visited town and socialized with common people."

"I did. After all, I am a human and I leave my dwellings while the sun is still saturating the blue skies with its heavenly golden auras."

"There is that tongue again. You know witch, I can take your life, as quickly as you can imagine the next set of words to utter to me in such disdain the way you do."

"I will set your skull on fire with the blink of an eye!"

"I am quicker than the blink of an eye."

"You are insufferable." Bonnie speaks bravely to Stefan.

"I know. Thank you!" He says with a smile and a laugh as if he is proud.

"So, I stink of common people, my tongue is wretched, and I manage my time poorly?"

"Precisely."

"Well, you are snide, your manners piss poor, and you have no idea how to court a lady, maybe because you have a hard time pleasing them as well. I don't know, but I don't care to find out." A brave Bonnie was probably a foolish one also.

Her body was thrown across the room. "Ahh." She winced in pain after she screamed.

He was then in her face with his vicious fangs pressed slightly to her cheeks. Although his demeanor was rough to throw her, he whispered in her face with a sinister nature, "You will suffer every night until I get what I want. And I won't touch you, you filthy witch. Until you are perfect for me. Don't even think about accompanying my brother in his dwelling until we have been acquainted. I'm liable to make you wait an eternity if you can't meet my demands. I can make your life a living hell if you'd like to be difficult."

"Why am I here? Your mother was wrong about me. I am not right for you, nor do I want to be right for a man who believes that he should break me down in order to build me up." She says in utter disdain for his behavior.

Stefan smiles and comes face to face with Bonnie. Nose to nose, and he likes the intimidation factor he has over her. "I like your tenacity Witch. One day, you may understand the methods to my madness. But… Don't stress yourself trying to figure me out. I will let you in on a few things when I feel you are ready. Now, go back to your dwelling. I am done for the night. Til tomorrow."

Bonnie once again left Stefan's dwelling lonelier than she came. He was very much a dark spirit of a man. He was trying to pull her into his darkness. He was quite possibly darker than Malakai Parker. In this Moment, Bonnie missed Damon. She missed his tinder touches, and possessive grabs around her waist when he wanted her body near his. She missed him. The only man to ever touch her in that way. Why two brothers, can't the other one remain unwed and he shall bed mistresses the rest of his life? That seemed more redeemable for his personality type she thought.

The next day Bonnie was itching to leave the Castle grounds, and she had to head to the semi-warnings of Stefan the Ripper. He hated her to leave the compound grounds and spend time with commoners. How could she get out of the house today and avoid the commoners. Then she remembered how Lily told her about her pure water bath in her botanical garden that was built only for Bonnie. Only it wouldn't work because it had lavender growing all around it which infused it, and Stefan hated petal infused water baths. So she figured she would go to Lily's garden and gather some flowers and make into a bouquet for her dormitory. It was an adventurous few hours finding flowers and creating a floral motif for her bed. She went to the garden with the hope of making a small bouquet, then she got a vision to create an entire motif for the head board of her bed. When it was all finished, she relished in the beauty of it, in her current dark world, and she realized her life was what she made of it. She continued to create beauty around her. To hide from the ugly truth of her being a servant now, from a once free woman.

It is time to go to Stefan's dwelling. He had been horrific towards her so far. She wasn't looking forward to this evening. She had not bather in almost three days. Her hair felt rather egregious and her body felt slightly blanketed in a layer of salty sweat. They way her eyes glimmered in the sunlight, they sparkled in the moonlight. She could be dirty, or oily, but her eyes were always as earnest as she was. She left her gorgeously designed floral motif, and just knew she would be retuning within the hour to adorn it with her tears, and hoping it was just beautiful enough to make her smile before she fell asleep. She didn't want to cry herself to sleep again tonight.

Like Clockwork.

Three knocks to Stefan's heavy door.

Right on time, "Come in servant."

When bonnie enters the sight before her was both erotic and heartbreaking. Stefan was on his bed making love to his handmaiden. His fucking handmaiden.

"Your fucking handmaiden?"

She screams.

"Careful Witch, are you challenging me again?" He says making eye contact with Bonnie but making love to the woman.

She turns to walk away.

"Stay. Close the door."

"What?"

"I order you to stay and watch me while I fuck this maiden."

It was so distracting watching the vampire make love to that woman, and watching that woman scream her pleas of pain, while he looked at Bonnie all the while.

Her eyes filled with water once again, and a large smile doused his face, accompanied by fangs of a stone cold killer. Once he made the woman cum, he sank his fangs into her draining her, and after he drank from her for at least two minutes, her cries stopped, her body became lifeless, then after he drained her dry, he came from the bloodlust. Almost as if her body did nothing for him. When he finished, he climbed off of her and walked over to Bonnie in his nude form, making her nervous. Making her shiver within her own skin.

"Get undressed and lie in my bed. I have to get rid of the body."

Bonnies heart broke for the lifeless woman who just died after making love to the Ripper. What was she thinking. She can't handle this. These vampires are cold-blooded, creatures of habit, there is nothing they love more than blood. She didn't want to die from a vampire losing control, let alone one she was set to marry.

Stefan returned with Bonnie still in her clothes. He was very upset she hadn't undressed yet, so he assisted her, tearing them off of her. He then picked her up bridal style and walked her to his bed. He laid her down and got behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and sniffed her skin. Her natural, Earthy, spicy smell resonated in his air passage, and he didn't bite her, no matter how much he wanted to. Her scent sated him for now. He already drained the maiden dry, so he had his fill of blood, the smell of hers gave him an extra high and he lay there holding her until she fell asleep.

She fell asleep terrified, yet relieved.

A/N So I have been dying to write a Ripper Stef, something about him, I love writing he is one of my favorite TVD characters and I enjoyed writing him here, and I will really enjoy exploring he and Bonnie's relationship. I also liked writing in their banter in this chapter. This was a refreshing character for me and I like how he is the opposite of his brother. Hoping ya'll are liking it so far. R&R please. THx!