Title: No Church in the Wild

Chapter 6: Glory & Gore Part 2

Date: November 24, 2014

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Bloodsharing

Pairings: Stefan/Damon/Bonnie/Caroline, Boncel

"She's been gone for like five hours now, what the hell happened?" Damon fumed, pacing back and forth in front of Stefan who sat with a girl he found roaming the area, in his lap. He lifted his head from the girl's neck and smiled at his brother sardonically before licking his lips.

"Aww, is the little vamp worried about his little witch?" Stefan teased. Damon threw his glass of bourbon at Stefan's head and rolled his eyes.

"Shut up, Stefan." Stefan caught the glass and held it to the brunette's neck and watched as it filled slowly with her blood and plasma. The girl squirmed at the feel of the cool glass against her neck and the stinging of the teeth marks. "Shh, there there," Stefan placated mockingly. Damon shook his head and walked over to them, pulling the girl from his brother's lap. "Dude…" Damon ignored him and bit into his wrist, rubbing his blood on the girl's wound to heal her before making eye contact.

"You came here, you had sex with my brother, and left; nothing else. Now go." Damon pointed to the door and watched as the girl walked off, still in a daze, moving sluggishly from all the blood loss. Stefan kissed his teeth and drank from his glass.

"Remember when you used to be fun? Yeah, me neither," Stefan stated with a roll of his eyes. Damon rolled his in response and shook his head.

"What if Bonnie showed up and saw you feeding from her," Damon reasoned, only to get a blank, uncaring look from Stefan which prompted him to elaborate. "If she didn't kill me and you, she'd leave and then all of our chances at killing Klaus would be gone. I'm not letting you fuck this up."

"Since when the hell did you care about what she thought? Regardless of the situation?" Stefan asked, genuinely confused. Usually it was him that pointed that kind of stuff out, not Damon.

"You've never suffered her wrath like I have, now move your feet off the damn coffee table," Damon asserted. Stefan grinned before taking his feet down, resting his hands behind his head as he looked at his brother with new found realization. "Is that why you cleaned the entire downstairs then?" In the house since Caroline's departure, Damon began cleaning and hadn't really stopped since. Stefan watched as his brother dusted, vacuumed and mopped the living room, foyer, and kitchen. All of the sheets covering the furniture had been washed, folded, and neatly put away and the rugs had been taken out and beaten to death. It smelled nice in here now, he had to admit, but he didn't get why his brother was doing all of this. Until now. Stefan smirked.

"What the hell do I look like? It's like you've just met me. One, I needed something to do. Two, I like clean shit, is that a goddamn crime?" Stefan raised his hand in defeat and smirked as he shook his head, amused by his brother's perturbed state. He watched as Damon poured yet another glass of bourbon and stood to his feet, downing the little blood he had left in his glass and set it on the Mantle next to Damon's head.

"Fine, Martha Stewart. I'll go out and do my dirt. Call me if either of those bimbos shows up," Stefan said in reference to Bonnie and Caroline. At Damon's smug look, Stefan frowned and turned around to see not only Caroline but Bonnie as well. The shock couldn't be staved as he chuckled guiltily at Caroline who simply rolled her eyes and pushed him out of her way. Bonnie barely spared him a glance as she sent one of the liquor bottles from the bar flying at the back of Stefan's head. "Fuck!" Stefan muttered as he pulled a bloody hand from his skull and gave Bonnie a dirty look. Bonnie paid him no mind as she rounded both him and a chuckling Damon to take a seat on the couch.

"It's always nice to see you, Bonnie," Damon grinned, raising his glass to his lips. Bonnie flashed him a fake smile.

"Why the hell am I here," she asked, cutting the chase. "I remember telling you specifically not to contact me again." She glared at Damon.

"Yeah but, I was never big on rules and I actually didn't; Caroline did. All on her own." Damon corrected. Bonnie rolled her eyes. She always despised the way he could twist anyone's words around. That was still annoying as crap.

"Why am I here? Better yet, why are the three of you here? It's been what? Two years and you all show up now?" Bonnie gave them all onceovers. Stefan held a bored expression while Caroline looked disgusted and annoyed. Damon was, as usual, hard to read.

"Is she going to be like this the whole time? Because I have a meal to catch," Stefan asked no one in particular. Bonnie turned her gaze to him and perked a brow.

"Just a reminder, there is nothing obligating me to keep you alive any longer so you better watch what you say around me," Bonnie warned callously. She returned Stefan's glare and remained unwavering as all three vamps stared at her. "I have no obligation to any of you," she said, matter-of-factly, avoiding eye contact with Caroline. A moment of silence passed before Damon spoke up.

"True, but the fact that you came here says something, right? If nothing else, you're at least curious, am I right?" When Bonnie didn't answer, Damon set his glass on the mantle and cautiously stepped towards her.

"We don't have the best history, I get that. We've all screwed you over or treated you like crap and that sucks, I get that but, we still all have one thing in common," Damon acknowledged, much to Bonnie's surprise. She couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he was just stroking her ego to get what he wanted out of her, still she remained silent as he stressed his point. "We all want Klaus dead and the longer he's alive, the longer it'll be before any of us move on from that night two years ago. So can we set aside our differences and see this thing through? I'd like that, I'm sure Barbie over here would like that, and Stefan as well. Well, not this Stefan, the other Stefan," Damon joked.

"Ripper Stefan and 'regular' Stefan are one in the same," Bonnie stated in a flat tone. "Only one's more manipulative," she added, not specifying which one she was referring too. As she glared at Stefan, she saw something flash on his face. Something she couldn't read—something she didn't have any time to focus on because her attention shifted to Caroline who simply stared at her with a not-too-pleasant look on her face. Rather than speak up, Caroline looked away and Bonnie's attention returned to Damon who, much to her shock, was the person she could stand the most in the room —that was a first.

"Right," Damon agreed, though was slightly confused with Bonnie's hostility towards Stefan. She was usually easier on him, even in his ripper state. This attitude was new and Damon wasn't sure what to say about it. Maybe she was truly done with them. "But let's forget all of that…" Damon's voice trailed off when Bonnie gave him an offended look, causing him to backtrack. "…for now… and focus on getting rid of our common link. Then you can go back to hating us and we can go back to… being hated." Damon chose his words carefully, hoping that by the grace of, whoever ran the universe, she'd let go of her resentment towards them and agree to help. But judging by the look on her face, that wasn't happening yet, if ever.

Bonnie chuckled and shook her head, "I don't believe I'm saying this but here it is," she stood to her feet, making eye contact with the three of them. "In case you all have forgotten, Klaus cannot be killed. Quit while you're ahead. He has other things on his mind right now which means, you all are not even a blip on his radar. He won. He killed Elena and half of Mystic Falls. He exiled Tyler and ruined all of our lives, but we survived. Move on. I have and so should you. Why poke a bear in the ass again when we don't really have to?" Bonnie watched as Stefan, Damon and Caroline gave her a blank stare. She could feel their disbelief but she remained unmoved.

"Are you hearing yourself right now? You sound like—you sound like you were compelled. Were you? Did he figure out some way to compel you? Because there's ways around that, what did he say exactly?" Bonnie laughed at Damon and shook her head.

"I wasn't compelled. I hear myself perfectly. I need you to hear me. This, this right here, is the closest you'll probably ever come to a Klaus free life. Do you guys not remember how stressful it was being Klaus's central focus? Or was it just me that dealt with the brunt of that? Constantly being stretched thin and constantly looking over your shoulder; not being able to leave your house for fear that he'd rip your damn heart out of your chest before you knew it was happening. Do you really want to go through that shit again? Because I don't."

"I would, if that meant I'd never have to go through it ever again," Caroline spoke up finally, earning Bonnie's focus.

"Whatever. He's too obsessed with you to ever fully retaliate against you." Bonnie stated truthfully with a roll of her eyes. "What the hell are you afraid of? Him sending you a thousand pictures of ponies and horses?" The comment left her lips before she could stop it and Bonnie felt herself cringe. Even though Caroline's humanity was off, Bonnie didn't mean to be that callous; the Caroline she knew and loved was still in there somewhere and if her humanity ever came back on, she'd be hurt by that.

"No, bitch! You weren't the only one that suffered. I lost the love of my life because of that bastard. So did Stefan and Damon, he deserves to die!" A rage that Bonnie couldn't fathom began to overtake her and before Bonnie could stop herself, she was in Caroline's face.

"You know what; all I ever hear in these 'Kill Klaus' meetings is how much everyone else lost because of him. NONE of you have lost more than me. I lost Jeremy, I lost Elena, I lost my mother, I lost my father, I lost my grams, I lost my magic more than once, and I nearly lost my fucking mind. So no one, none of you, have as much to gain with Klaus being dead than me. I literally lost every fucking thing including my life. I won't go down this path again. This path where I do all the heavy lifting and everyone reaps the benefits except me. Not again. So if you'll excuse me, the three of you can fuck off." Bonnie stepped around Caroline and moved to exit when Caroline's hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"You didn't lose everything. You had me but your head was too far up Elena's ass to realize it!" Taken aback, Bonnie's brow raised high on her forehead as she waited for Caroline to hurry and make her point. "Every time you loss something, I was right there! I called you every day the summer you lost your grams. I helped you adjust to your mom being turned! I tried to help when you lost your magic but what did I get from you in return? A cold shoulder when I was turned into a vampire; something that wasn't my fault and I got you, breaking your neck to save Elena while forgetting about me in the process. I was your friend first! You never put forth the amount of effort with me like you did for Elena!"

Bonnie blinked a few times to get rid of the tears that pricked her eyes. She studied Caroline's expression and though her voice held no real emotion outside of anger, her eyes said it all. Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat, focusing on Caroline's nose, rather than her eyes. She was completely speechless and while Caroline's confession made her soften, her anger was still very real. "Yeah well, she's dead and you're not so I guess you won in the end, huh? Competition over." Bonnie revealed, making something inside Caroline's chest twist.

"That's not what's I'm saying," she stressed with a scoff, but Bonnie held her hand up.

"No, I get it. I've done some questionable things to keep Elena safe and I neglected things I shouldn't have for the sake of saving 'my best friend' who, in the end wasn't as much of a friend to me as I was to her. I get it, but don't point fingers at me for the same shit you did. All of us are guilty for bending over backwards for her and look where it got us. In a room in the middle of nowhere arguing about who gets to, yet again, throw everything under the bus for the sake of Elena. Do you all NOT get tired of this shit? It's redundant; which is why this crap needs to end. Elena died and has been dead for quite some time now. That's not changing, get over it."

No sooner than the words left her mouth, Bonnie was pushed into the wall with a hand clasped around her throat. Blinded by the impact, she struggled to breathe, while blinking her vision clear enough to see Stefan's outline. Her hand closed around Stefan's and her hearing faded in and out as Caroline and Damon shouted for Stefan to let go. With his hand still gripped around her throat, Stefan barred his fangs and growled as he leaned in closer to Bonnie's face, trying to shake both Damon and Caroline off him. Bonnie's vision finally corrected itself and she shot Stefan a glare so intense, it made Damon and Caroline stop what they were doing and slowly let go. With a wave of her hand she sent Stefan flying to the ceiling, bringing him back down with a hard crash. She waited for Stefan to stand again and braced herself for impact when he came charging at her, full speed. Before he could grab her however, she extended her fist and watched as he ran into it, gasping when he felt her nails scratch away at his insides. Too afraid to make another move, Stefan remained still as Bonnie's hand clutched around his heart.

Reveling in the moment, Bonnie shuddered as her magic thrummed throughout her body, giving her a rush like she's never felt before. Caroline and Damon, who stood off to her right, watched in anticipation as Bonnie held Stefan's life in her hands. The room fell still as they all waited on baited breath for Bonnie's next move. Bonnie focused on the beat of Stefan's heart, smiling when she felt her skin begin to crawl. All up and down her right arm, there were black veins that skittered underneath her skin. Her heart rate accelerated as she tried to speak through the intense high this was giving her. All she could think about was how good it would feel to pull his heart out and watch it beat in her hands.

"Hear me when I say, that if you ever come at me like this ever again, Klaus will be the least of your fucking worries. I would end your miserable ass life right now if I thought you were worthy enough for death." Bonnie's voice was even as she stared Stefan in the eyes. The black veins, similar to the one coursing up and down her arm, skittered under Stefan's eyes in retaliation to her threat, causing Bonnie to squeeze his beating heart harder, Stefan gasped suddenly, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw Damon and Caroline take a step closer. Her head shot in their direction, causing them to cease all movements.

"Bonnie…" Damon's voice pleaded with Bonnie whose face was void of any emotions. The corner of Bonnie's lips curled into a smirk turning, she pulled Stefan's body until he was directly between her, Damon and Caroline.

"If I hear about him ripping anyone apart, I will come back and finish the job. Put his ass on a leash," she snarled before releasing her grip on his heart and violently pushing him into Damon. Damon cursed under his voice as he caught a stumbling Stefan. Bonnie backed away from the three of them, smiling as her magic thrummed vibrantly under her flesh. She locked eyes with Caroline who simply stared at Bonnie as if she was a foreign creature, Bonnie smiled.

"Turn your humanity back on and then we'll talk, other than that," she shifted her focus to the three of them. "Leave me the hell alone." And with that, she disappeared.

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With nothing left he could really do, Marcel opted for driving around town, holding the pendant Davina gave him, hoping that it would show any sign of life. It didn't. He had been driving for nearly two hours now and he had gotten nothing. Either she was no longer in the city or…

"Shit!" Marcel dropped the pendant that suddenly heat up to scorching levels without warning. He slammed on breaks and surveyed his surrounding areas, grimacing when he didn't see anything. He was on a dark path, near the Bayou he drove past several times. There was nothing back here except for woods and a few abandoned houses and definitely no signs of people, or witches.

The pendant had a faint glow however, but there were no signs of Bonnie anywhere. Marcel wondered if something went wrong with the spell Davina casted. She said it would grow hot when she was near and glow when it was in her presence, yet she wasn't here. Reaching down, he picked the pendant up by its chain from the passenger's floor and watched as the light grew in intensity. Again, he looked around and saw nothing. Cursing, Marcel lifted the middle console and threw the pendant in side, cussing under his breath. It was a dud. He'd been driving around for hours for no reason. He probably passed Bonnie several times and didn't even know it.

Angrily, he punched the steering wheel and almost instantly, the alarms on his car started going off. The horned beeped as the windshield wipers turned on by itself and he wondered for a moment how hard he hit the damn thing. The high beams flickered and illuminated the surrounding trees as the radio jumped stations sporadically.

"What the fuck…" A faint whistling noise was heard as the wind outside picked up, blowing dust and debris everywhere. Cautiously, Marcel got out of the car and looked around for any signs of Bonnie or… anything. He could barely hear over the alarm of his car and fumbled with the key fab to kill the loud blaring but nothing worked. Getting frustrated, he walked back to the car, ready to dismantle it when a loud crash sounded in his ears and a body came crashing down on the hood of his Mercedes. The noises ceased and the car shut off instantly. Marcel sped to the car and with just one glance, he instantly recognized Bonnie lying still before him. His heart accelerated as he jumped on top of the car, hovering over her limp body, checking for any vitals. Her heart rate was faint and barely there and he couldn't tell if she was coming to or slipping away from him.

"Bonnie!" Fear that she was dead crept up Marcel's spine but he couldn't give in to it, not yet. A faint groan came from Bonnie's lips and Marcel immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She was still alive. Without further hesitation, he gently scooped her into his arms bit into his wrist and pressed it to her lips.

"Babe, you gotta drink in order for this to work." There was no answer from Bonnie, just a faint skip in her hear beat that did nothing to help Marcel's panicked state. Marcel closed his eyes and chanted for Bonnie to drink his blood but nothing happened. Feeling his wrist heal, he pulled it away from her mouth and reopened the wound with his teeth, pressing it to her mouth again. He watched his blood spill from her mouth as it pooled on the surface of her tongue.

"Fuck! Bonnie… please," he pleaded uselessly. Suddenly, Bonnie coughed, splashing blood all over her and Marcel. Marcel bit into his wrist a third time after a sigh of relief and pressed it to her mouth once again. This time, he felt her faintly begin to drink from him. He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and thanked whoever for not letting her die. His skin reacted to her soft hands pulling his wrist closer to her mouth. He waited for her to pull away quickly like she always did whenever she fed from him. She was always cautious about ingesting his blood for fear that she'd die with it in her system somehow. Which was why she'd only drink from him in dire circumstances; however, as time crept by, she kept drinking, leaving Marcel to guess at how much damage she had suffered.

"Bonnie…" Marcel warned when too much time had passed and she was still drinking from him; not just for his sake, but hers as well. "Bonnie, that's enough." Marcel felt Bonnie's grip on him strengthen. He could have easily pulled himself away from her but with each pull from her lips; he felt his resolve slip, almost as if he was falling under a spell—a drunken spell. His stomach constricted as she bled him out and it felt so good, Marcel found that he didn't care if she drained him completely. The feeling was euphoric. Was this how it felt when Vampires drank from humans?

Just before he felt himself begin to slip out of consciousness, Bonnie stopped. Her head fell back and with a smile, she wiped Marcel's blood from her chin and from the sides of her face. Marcel stared at her drunkenly through glazed eyes and smirked to himself.

"You almost killed me..." Contrary to the light smile on his face, his voice held a bit of conviction. Bonnie could tell he was struggling with being angry and enjoying it.

"But I didn't," she countered. "I got carried away," she explained. Truth be told, she truly couldn't explain why she got 'carried away'. Her initial response was to apologize but for what? She should have drained him after what he did to all those witches.

"I don't know what just happened but please don't do it again." Marcel slurred. There was nothing in his tone that indicated he meant what he said and judging by the smirk on his face, Bonnie guessed that he enjoyed it more than he was letting on.

"Okay," was all she said before moving to sit up in his hold. "I didn't mean to land on your car. I was trying to teleport to you. Something must have happened." Marcel frowned at Bonnie and shook his head.

"Bonnie… you've been gone all day. I looked all over for you. You didn't answer your phone. I thought something happened to you…" Marcel allowed his voice to trail off, hoping Bonnie would offer up any information. Instead, she just held her head down and focused on the roof of his car. Marcel scoffed.

"I try not to ask questions in order to respect your privacy but Bonnie… what the hell is going on?" The two of them stared at one another; Marcel hoping that Bonnie would tell him truth about where she's been and Bonnie, wondering if she should reveal her hand now, or keep her cards close to her chest until later. She couldn't trust anyone right now but if she had to pick the lesser of her evils, it'd be without a doubt Marcel. Still, she now knew he had his own agendas.

Sighing, Bonnie placed her head in her hands, exhaling deeply. It was now or never. Maybe he had a valid excuse, maybe he didn't. However long she decided to wait though, the more time he'd have to fabricate some grand lie so it was best to catch him off guard.

Maybe he'll tell the truth.

"Why did you kill twenty-seven witches?"

Maybe he won't.

A/N: Yay! I forced myself to finish the second half since I already had most of it done. Here's a treat since I made you all wait so long the last time. Enjoy! I'm still working on Savages in case you're reading that one. I'm just a sleaze, bear with me please lol.