A:N. I'm in a writing mood recently, so I decided to add another chapter.

I might do the Christmas one next, and it's going to be special. :)

Disclaimer: I still own nothing, except the dirty thoughts in my head. Mwah.

Enjoy.

Alcohol was great, Bonnie quickly realised. It made the world spin a little faster, made her head a little lighter and made a certain psychopath a little more bearable.

Not to mention, sexy.

They had just finished decorating the boarding house, Bonnie finding herself some alcohol and slowly drinking her way through it in the process, much to the annoyance of Kai.

'I told you to take it slow, Bonnie.' He said, clearly resisting the urge to hit his head against the nearest wall. He snatched up the half drunken bottle of whiskey and glowered at the witch, who merely smiled widely back at him. 'You're wasted.'

'And you're pretty.' She slurred, holding her hand out for the bottle. 'Too pretty, in fact. Are you sure you're not gay?'

He raised a brow, unsure if he should be insulted or amused by her words. 'Do I look gay?'

Scratching her chin, she shook her head, eyes still fixed on the bottle of whiskey in his hand. 'No, I suppose not. But you did keep giving Damon sex eyes.'

She suddenly lunged forward for the alcohol, missing by several inches and head-butting Kai in the stomach instead, causing him to groan and fall backwards with her on top. Whipping the bottle from his grasp, she held it up triumphantly, too buzzed to notice how close they both were to each other.

'Witchy, one. Psychopath, zero.' She whooped, unscrewing the cap and taking a hearty swig.

Kai lay dazed on the ground, grumbling something under his breath. 'I thought you were one of the good ones?'

'Even the good ones have bad days, Kai-Kai.' She replied with a shrug. Then she attempted to mimic his voice. ' Let me have my fun. Isn't that what you said?'

He scowled, stealing the bottle back and taking a drink himself. 'Fine. But I'm not going to watch while you give yourself alcohol poisoning. It's a painful way to die, trust me, I tried.'

She blinked. 'Careful, Kai, you almost sounded like you actually cared for me then.'

Without saying another word, he pushed her off of him and stood up, brushing dirt and bits of flint from his shirt.

'You like killing the mood, don't you?'

Damon managed to corner Liv later that day, swiftly grabbing the witch's arm and hauling her into an empty classroom.

'Okay, before you set wolf boy on me, I'm just here to ask you a question.' He said, trying to look as innocent as possible. He must have failed because she scowled even more, crossing her arms over her chest.

'I assume you mean Tyler... And why would I do that? We're not a couple.'

'Oh yeah, it's complicated, right?' He rolled his eyes. 'Whatever. I need to know about the Gemini coven.'

Her scowl lessened, only to be replaced with a look of nervousness and hesitation. Finally, she spoke up, her words coming out slow and deliberate. 'Why? Why do you need to know about them?'

Damon scratched the back of his head, wondering how best to approach the subject. Subtlety was never his strong suit so he went for the blunt option, subconsciously moving to block the door. 'I was trapped with someone, someone who knew the coven and wanted to wipe the rest of them out.'

Liv blinked and starting backing away, clearly not liking where the conversation was going. Damon grabbed her arm and lowered his voice to a murmur. 'You know who I'm talking about, don't you?'

'Malachai.' She said quietly, nodding. 'He was family.'

'Was?'

She pulled out of his grip and paced around the room, one hand moving through her curly blonde hair. 'He was insane, so they locked him up.' Turning to face Damon again, she frowned. 'If you met him, then that's bad. Very, very bad.'

'He's just a kid, what's the problem? He can't even do magic without a witch around to steal it from.'

Liv shook her head. 'Luke and I were only young when it happened, we don't remember very much. If you really want to know what you're up against with Malachai, then you'll need to visit someone else.'

Damon wanted to grab her shoulders and shake her. Frustration was starting to course through him and he didn't know how much time he had left. 'Who? Who can help me?' He growled, half turned towards the door.

'My father. He lives up in Portland, but...' She broke off, biting her lip. 'He's just as crazy as Kai is.'

Damon was gone before she had time to blink.

'I believe I can flllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyy. I believe I can-'

'Shut up? That would be great, thank you.' Kai shot the singing witch a glare. Bonnie had somehow managed to find even more alcohol and promptly drank it all, turning her into a badly singing mess.

'People keep telling me to lighten up.' She said, pausing to take a breath. 'So I am.'

The more she sang, the more his eye twitched, until he couldn't take it any more. Striding across the living room, he grabbed Bonnie and pressed her up against the wall, his face inches from hers. He could smell the alcohol on her breath and leaned away, narrowing his eyes. 'If this is revenge for me being drunk the other night, fine. Consider me sorry, but please, please, stop singing.'

'Why don't you make me?' She challenged, her lips lifting into a smirk that almost reminded him of Damon's. 'Or are you too scared?'

'Scared of what exactly?

She shrugged, slowly starting to slip down the wall. 'Intimacy. Being close to someone.' She dropped her voice to a dramatic whisper. 'Kissing.'

'You're drunk.' He said, frowning. 'You don't know what you're talking about.'

'Isn't that when the truth comes out?' She almost purred, the alcohol making her bolder than ever. She leaned forward and closed the distance between the two of them, her lips pressing lightly against his. He tasted like jam, with a hint of inexperience, and a small part of her actually liked it. It was different to kissing Jeremy, he was always over boisterous and lacked the level of tenderness that Kai was currently displaying. He was hesitant and clearly wanted Bonnie to take the lead, his lips parting slightly for her to control the kiss if she wanted to.

And damn, she wanted to. Darting her tongue out, she ran it along his lower lip, simply tasting him and what he had to offer. His body quivered against hers and he very discreetly moved even closer, resting both of his hands on her hips, holding her in place. Taking that as an invitation to continue, Bonnie slipped her tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of Kai with a contented sigh. The more she tasted him, the more addictive he seemed to become until the rational part of her brain finally woke up, loudly reminding her just who she was kissing.

She snapped her eyes open and stared at an equally surprised looking Kai.

'Well that was a lot better than what I had been daydreaming about.' He murmured, swiping his tongue across his lips. He could still taste the alcohol, mixed in with something that made Bonnie even more appealing to him than before.

'I... Shouldn't have done that.' She whispered, starting to sober up quickly as she looked at him with wide, horrified eyes.

Pushing him away, she bolted towards the stairs, nearly falling over the sofa in her haste to get away. 'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.'

'Bonnie!' He called, flinching when the slamming of her bedroom door gave him his answer. 'Great.'