Captured

They popped out of thin air – twelve witches, power thrumming out of their hands and the combined blast knocked Bonnie and Kai apart. Magic crashed into the room like a waterfall crashing against rocks.

She fell backwards into a pair of arms that gripped her like a vice; snapping her arms to her side as she struggled to get free, frantic with shock and fear. Kai was still on the ground, struggling to his feet but another blast knocked him against the wall.

His hands shot out, and six witches fell to the ground, holding their heads in pain. Three more rushed forward and they too seemed to hit an invisible barrier that sent them crashing to their knees. Bonnie could feel his anger – causing goosebumps to break out over her skin.

Kai stood up slowly, his hands out.

"Let her go, and I'll spare your lives," he said and his voice was cold, menacing. It sent a shiver down Bonnie's spine.

The arms around her tightened.

Kai's eyes narrowed and his fingers starting curling in a slow, tight circle.

Then a tall, large figure stepped in the middle of the fray. Bonnie recognized him at once. It was the man called Joshua that had visited Sheila and Abby that day.

Joshua said one word in a language that Bonnie couldn't understand.

And Kai shuddered, his arms still stretched out but just barely. She could see the strain on his face, feel his magic throbbing furiously against the new threat who was advancing towards him, still chanting.

"Kai!" Bonnie shouted, fear beating against her throat.

Then his arms came down and he fell to his hands and knees, with a shout.

When he opened his mouth, a fountain of blood poured out.

"Kai!" Bonnie shouted again, struggling harder. She kicked against her restrainer and with a muffled oath, he immobilized her so she couldn't move. But it couldn't immobilize her mouth, and stop her from screaming; nor could it immobilize her heart, pounding painfully in her chest as she watched the scene before her unfold.

"Please stop it. Please."

The tall witch was still advancing on Kai, still chanting. The nine on the floor had slowly picked themselves up and now they joined him. Kai's body flipped violently, from all fours to his back. He was sweating; his face was drenched and it had soaked through his shirt; even more, she could feel him struggling against the magic that had gripped him like a tightening noose. Bonnie could practically feel it on her throat, strangling her.

She could feel when he broke and started convulsing.

"Kai!" She didn't even know when the tears had started pouring down her cheeks until she realized she could barely see the figure shaking on the floor.

"B-Bonnie," he managed and she whimpered in reply. His words were strangled as if the very fact of speech hurt him. "I-I'm sorry."

"Please. You're hurting him!" She stared beseechingly at the circle of witches that surrounded Kai, binding him.

She could feel the magic as it crashed against him – crashed against her and her skin felt thin, bruised, leaking…

"Stop," she whispered, feeling faint. "Please stop…"

"It's over, Malachai," the tall man said. "You should have stayed away while you had the chance."

Fresh tears filled Bonnie's eyes. She was why Kai hadn't stayed away. She had done this. She had drawn him out.

The chanting changed in tempo, became even more sinister, if that was possible and Kai's body arced off the floor as he let out a blood-curling scream. Bonnie felt that scream echo in every single bone of her body.

She snapped.

"LET HIM GO!" She roared and her world exploded in a haze of red.

Fear and fury tore out of her like a storm, flattening everything in its path, flinging the attackers into walls or smashing them to the ground as the sound of bones breaking filled the air. She didn't even know when her captor had released her, but when her vision cleared, she was the only one left standing in that room.

A pile of bodies littered the ground, and Kai lay silent before her.

She rushed to him, falling to her knees beside him with a low cry.

He was unconscious but not… worse, she realized when she grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. Instinctively, without thinking, she pushed against him where her hand gripped his wrist and his body jerked, then his eyes flew open.

A look of confusion filled his face. "Bonnie?"

She cried and hurled herself into his arms, wrapping her own around him fiercely.

He moaned and she shifted back, conscious of his injuries. "Sorry, I…"

"Did you do this?" he asked, his voice filled with awe and that was when she turned to see her handwork. The bodies lying prone and twisted around her.

Bile rose up in her throat and she moved back further, a low keening moan rising inside her. No… No.

He seemed to sense her fear and he scooted after her. "Shh… It's OK. Bonnie, it's OK," he said earnestly, reaching for her and wrapping her into his arms. She was shivering now and he embraced her, even as he flinched from his own pain. He pulled back and looked at her face. "You knocked them out, that's all. They're fine, OK. You're not…" He laughed a little and his face broke out in a smile. His eyes were shining as he brushed the damp hair that was stuck to her skin and cupped her cheeks tenderly. "You saved me." His mouth found hers then, and his kiss was fierce, yet tender in a way that it had never been before. She was still half in shock, but she returned it, her mouth responding to his automatically.

He broke off, and pulled her back into an even fiercer embrace. "You saved me," he whispered.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she held onto just as fiercely, feeling her heartbeat start to slow as his words sank into her.

"Come on," he whispered and in the next breath, they had left the room and its occupants behind.

A/N: ...and they lived happily ever after...

PSYCH!

(LOL! But for real, won't this be a lovely place to end the story?)