Scenario: Marcel tries to take over New Orleans and Bonnie is one of the head witches in the city.
I just couldn't not do it.
„Bonnie," he said, slowly halting in his steps staring down at her calm and calculatingly.
She glowered at him. "Marcel."
He stood a few steps before her, his stance giving no clue about the state of his mood.
She turned to leave, but he followed her. "Would you mind telling me what it is you're currently up to?"
She didn't answer.
"Look, problem is, anyone who did the stuff you are doing is dead, so – I really don't have much of a choice here, Bon," he was now half joking, a wide grin on his face but a menacing glint in his eyes.
She halted in her step abruptly and turned around, angrily staring him down.
"Yes, and why is that so? It seems like you're not afraid to kill my sisters but you won't kill me. What you're doing is wrong, Marcel. It's against the balance of nature."
He smiled down at her, raising his eyebrows. "Oh, she's talking."
She took a deep breath. "Leave me alone, monster," she hissed and turned to resume walking.
He followed her again, the grin still wide on his face. "Oh, come on, Bonnie. You don't leave me much of a choice here, do you want to get killed?"
She halted again, her hair swooping over her shoulder as she turned, now really angry. "If you need to kill me to fulfill your stupid dictatorship-fantasies, then try. I won't let you."
He took a threatening step forward, the grin still wide on his face. "I don't give no second choices, babe."
Suddenly he was on the floor, his face contorted, holding his hands to his temples.
She stared down at him, breathing heavily. "Good, I don't either. Rot in hell."
Despite the pain he kept his eyes on hers, the murderous fire now very evident.
"Leave me alone. Leave the witches alone. We won't let you take over this city. I won't let you."
Then she released him and turned to leave. He relaxed, getting up on his feet again.
She had her back to him, a walking target.
But he knew she did it with purpose, it was meant to provoke him, signal to him that she could do again what she'd done just now. That she wanted his respect.
A wide grin spread on his face. And he was just about to give it to her.
If there hadn't been other priorities.