A Bird in a Gilded Cage
The warm wind whips against the back of his coat.
His feet drag along the empty sidewalk in front of Whitmore college.
He's drunk.
Like, inconceivably so.
He guesses he could say that he's been that way for the past few days; his mind has fogged over itself, drowning and spiraling into a pile of ash and depression.
He's ignored the almost obscene amount of text messages he's received from Lily Salvatore. He knows he wouldn't care what she had to say to him either way.
She's no doubt been searching for him, maybe as baselessly as he's been searching for Bonnie.
He hadn't planned on getting inebriated, but somewhere along the way he'd found that alcohol (specifically tequila) did a bang up job smoothening the edge of the blunted despair that had seated itself right in the pit of his stomach the longer he searched for Bonnie to no avail.
He hasn't technically seen or spoken to anyone since Klaus' gala, so it is entirely by happenstance that he runs into Nora of all people.
She's sitting lonely on a barren bench, her hair getting whipped and mussed by the lukewarm wind. He doesn't miss the red outlining her eyes that are staring droopily into space. And normally, he would walk right past her, wouldn't even bother trying to fill the empty spot next to her with his presence, but it's 7 am and he's exhausted. And there's a seat open on a stagnant bench calling for him to finally rest.
She doesn't look at him when he sits down, his body settles heavily besides her.
"Rough day?" He speaks first.
His throat feels dry and scraggly like sandpaper, probably from the lack of use after screaming it hoarse on the first night of Bonnie's disappearance.
"She broke up with me."
Nora doesn't look at him, her voice is soft and barely carries over to him, but he watches as a delicate tear wells up at the edge of her eyelid, laying on the red rim. She looks almost as exhausted and deflated as he probably does.
A pathetic pair of Heretics they make.
"I'm sorry," he says, because it's the right thing to say.
He feels a ghosting of sympathy for her. Nora just lost someone she cares about. Kai's been getting to know the feeling a bit too well.
Kai turns to look off to the rustling trees in the park before him as quietness blankets them, his mind starts to fog in over itself again.
His phone vibrates then, cutting through the somber silence. He doesn't move to reach for it.
"You should really check your phone, you know. Lily's been trying to reach you. We've moved."
He wearily turns back to the Heretic who is now watching him curiously. She continues to fill him in.
"...Out of the boarding house, " his mind snags onto that bit of information, stilted abruptly as Nora continues unperturbed by his pause, "Elijah made a deal with Lily, she hands over the phoenix stone, and we get to live in the mansion Klaus bought for his gala."
He's not even that surprised that the originals were able to pry the phoenix stone from Lily's cold undead hands. He's just shocked that he hadn't been the one to give into spilling the info, Klaus and Kol had been practically prodding him all night about it.
"We're also going to NOLA to look for the ascendant."
"When?"
"Next week. You should come. Or not, it may distract you from...whatever you're going through."
Nora lets out a little puff of air and turns to stare drearily off into the distance once more, her intrigue with his lack of knowledge for the things happening around him waning.
"I doubt that," he mutters it under his breath, though he knows she's heard him.
He leaves Nora shortly afterwards, with her gaze still staring out at nothing, most likely reminiscing about her now ex girlfriend.
His mind fog begins to clear the longer he walks, though he is still very much drunk. The image of the boarding house appears clean and crisp in his vision, his body filled with a newly found vigor. He decides that now is the time to check the one place he had been mistakenly avoiding this entire time.
It's time he found what was rightfully his.
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She wakes up in the guest bedroom in the boarding house.
It's where she's been hiding for the past few days.
They know from Lily that the rest of the Heretics have been looking for Kai in order to leave for NOLA, to no avail. She's been keeping herself hidden too, Lucy's cloaking spell has clearly done the job.
Maybe a bit too well, she thinks.
Apart from the dark magic she had used to prevent her own death from blood loss, the spell cloaking her location was strong enough for her to not feel the familiar pull of the earth calling to her magic. Her magic feels stunted, like a layer of film is covering it, halting it from spreading upwards to the surface of her skin. But that doesn't matter, Lucy told her the spell will wear off after a couple of days, and from the consistent flickering of burning embers she's been feeling in her gut, she knows she doesn't have much more time until the spell wears off and Kai comes snooping at the boarding house.
She can't help but think back to what happened after she had last left Kai.
She's only slightly disoriented as the world rights itself in her fuzzy vision.
She knows she's in Damon's bed from the feel of the black silk sheets sliding against her skin.
As her memories of the previous night come flooding back to her, a hand immediately rises to graze the side of her neck. The skin there is completely unblemished.
"I gave you some blood."
Normally, she'd be startled at the sudden voice cutting through her thoughts, but her body feels languid and sluggish; her reactions slow. She wearily turns to the voice instead. Damon sits on the sleek desk chair across from her, he looks eerily out of place in his own bedroom; his eyes somber and intent as they focus on her. Bonnie's outrage at the notion of being force fed blood drains quite quickly out of her body the longer she looks at the worry lines creasing Damon's forehead.
"You know I don't like that," she meant to say it sternly, but her voice comes out weak and soft. Though she knows that she is healed on the outside, she still feels quite lightheaded and drained from all the magic she's expended, like she could pass out at any moment.
Damon sighs, running his hands through jet black locks. His jean-clad legs uncross on the wooden chair and he leans forwards, steadying yet another look that is incredibly indiscernible yet manages to pierce straight through her.
"I wasn't just going to let you bleed out, Bon Bon. You barely made it to the boarding house."
"I would've been fine," she mutters, convincing no one but herself. She sways a bit in the bed, her fingers coming to inconspicuously grip the silken sheets in order to ground herself. She can't bring herself to meet his gaze again.
The intensity in which he stares at her is unnerving. She can't believe that even after all they've been through, she still finds herself perturbed by him. She's well aware of the passion and rigor for which he cares for things, like he's always cared for Elena. She just never expected that same sentiment to extend to her.
Another bout of exhaustion sweeps through her and this time, her grip on the bed sheets are not enough to save her as she nearly collapses into herself. Damon is next to her, his arms encompassing her weakened state in a flash, but she barely registers his presence. She is just so tired of constantly being physically and emotionally drained for the sake of everyone else.
She thinks about how close she was to death yet again. How even now, even after she gained a hardened shell from what Kai's put her through, she can't rely on anyone else to protect herself from the worst of it.
She can't even rely on herself to do that.
The tears well in the corner of her eye before she can stop them. And once the first falls, the rest are soon to follow.
She's not unfamiliar with this feeling; the loneliness, and feeling as though she does so much for everyone and doesn't receive anything back. But this time, it's a little different. Damon is there, and his warm hands brush the tears from her cheeks. He cups her head and presses her into the curve of his neck, murmuring "I know" and "You did so well, Bon," into her ear. She's surprised that his comfort actually works.
It feels like it's been hours, but she finally detaches a bit from the safety of Damon's cocoon; her lips about to form the words 'thank you' but her voice dries in her throat upon meeting Damon's eyes.
She doesn't know why, but she thinks about Kai the more she takes in the soft yet intent expression plaguing Damon's face. How Kai's eyes would dilate so fully when he was around her, he'd look at her with pouty lips parted and waiting to drink up anything she said, just like Damon's were now. But Damon's eyes were so, so blue in comparison. And the more she stares, the more the ice blue bleeds into gray until she can't tell what's real anymore.
A face gets closer to hers, and she doesn't know what's come over her. She's drowning; his eyes are too consuming, too intent on focusing on hers. She's still unequivocally lightheaded and airy—she doesn't feel like herself. But her eyelids flutter on their own accord, and soon she feels the slight brush of his own lashes against the swell of her cheek bones. Damon's familiar scent fills her wholly and completely.
Parted lips ghost against hers, their warmth brush over the top of her parted cupid's bow lip.
They brush once, twice, before covering hers completely.
"Damon."
Stefan's voice, stern and clear cuts meanly through the static they've gathered. Her eyes open, wide and wild as her focus narrows in on Stefan's form in the doorway. Embarrassment and shame fills her immediately as she jerks out of Damon's grasp. Stefans lips are glued into a thin line, a calmly acerbate look on his face. Bonnie can practically feel the disappointment etching off of Stefan, though he is not even looking at her. Stefan stares directly at Damon, like Bonnie does not exist to him. And the slowness in which Damon removes his palm from her face makes her want to scream, especially when she can see Stefan's green orbs tracking his every movement.
Damon finally stands, casually and calmly making his way to the doorway, as if he weren't just caught with his lips on his girlfriend's best friend. He turns once more in Bonnie's direction, but she's long averted her eyes from either of their directions. She can't even stand to look at them.
Damon's gentle tone infiltrates her just as harshly despite her blatant ignorance of him.
"Get some more rest, Bon. Caroline will call you down for breakfast later."
Bonnie offers a curt nod and nothing more, her lungs practically burning with the effort to keep her breath in, in the hopes that she doesn't say or do anything more idiotic than what she had just done.
She hears faintly, as Damon walks down the hallway and Stefan trails off after him, Stefan's voice calling his name once more.
She has no doubt in her mind that he ignores it too.
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He rings the doorbell to the boarding house to be polite, though every fiber of his being begs him to rip the great wooden door straight off its hinges and trudge right into the Salvatore mansion.
It figures then, that Damon would be the one to answer the door.
Kai watches impatiently as Damon registers his presence, icy blue eyes immediately narrowing in suspicion.
"What are you doin' here?"
He can already feel his grip and self control slipping steadily, much quicker and recklessly than he had expected it to. He had hoped that it would've taken longer for the alcohol to push him completely off the edge of composure.
But he feels as though he is in a feral state, and he simply cannot stand looking at Damon's face longer than absolutely necessary.
Kai pushes past Damon with no preamble, and strides into the kitchen to find Elena drinking orange juice by the kitchen table.
"Where is she?" he demands it loud enough to catch blondie-number-one and blondie-number-two's attention by their seats in the living room.
His frustration grows the longer they continue to stare at him wide eyed and gaping like goldfish, until he hears the screeching of a chair sound from behind him. He turns quickly, his eyes zeroing in on the doppelganger who's currently stalking towards him like he's some wounded animal she's found on the side of the road.
"Isn't she supposed to be with you?" Eleanor, Elena, whatever her name was, says it carefully and slowly, like he's a child, and it makes him want to rip her throat out.
"Clearly not," he grits out, barely keeping his cool. Just barely.
His mind starts to scatter wildly as he comes to the realization that they may not know where Bonnie is.
His attention settles on the bar table in the living room. He vamp speeds there before shakily gripping the largest bottle of alcohol he can find, aggressively popping the cap off and tilting his head back so the liquid can splash and burn its way sloppily down his throat. His eyes water from the sheer water to alcohol content heating his insides.
"Well, none of us have seen her since the wedding. Are you sure she's not back at the hotel? Or Whitmore?"
With his back still turned from them, he slams the now half-empty bottle back onto the bar counter and only barely hears the way the girls flinch at the loud noise it makes.
He wishes in that moment that none of them were vampires. He knows Elena isn't, but that's besides the point.
It's because he can't even tell who's lying and who isn't. Despite Elena's very human heartbeat that does nothing but pound a blurry headache into his inebriated skull, there's nothing but static and silence around him now, and it only adds to the growing frustration unfurling deep and wildly in his chest.
Elena's voice sure sounds genuinely confused, but he's so drunk and scatterbrained that when he turns around to face them, he can't even discern what expression it is on her face that he's looking at.
"What do you think?" He growls instead, his hand coming to clumsily grip the bottle of (bourbon?) as he stalks towards the fireplace.
He knows he must look crazy.
He can see now as his fuzzy vision starts to clear, the apprehensive looks exchanged between the two blondes, and the thinly veiled surprise on Damon's face at his obviously unhinged composure. Damon slowly steps a bit closer to him, now fully in the living room. He sees blondie-number-two carefully stand from his seated position on the couch out of the corner of his eye.
The hand not currently holding a glass bottle clenches at his side. Damon notices.
"Hey, we said she's not here, buddy."
"Why don't I believe you?"
Kai's voice drips with discontempt, and he doesn't even attempt to hide it.
He's already thinking of places in this house that he hasn't checked yet. He can't feel her here, but this is his only hope.
If she's not here, then it's over for him.
"Well, she isn't."
Caroline, blondie-number-one, finally speaks up. The obvious concern on her face draws her eyebrows together—he thinks, for the sake of his wellbeing—and it makes him want to scream.
"That's funny, I don't remember asking you," he practically snarls.
He's done playing 20 questions. He will find Bonnie, and he will find her here if it's the last thing he does.
The frustration seated in him furls and unfurls faster and faster.
Brooding-hero-hair apparently didn't like the tone in which he spoke to the blonde because suddenly, his vision is being monopolized by the older vampire.
"Hey, don't talk to her like tha—"
A strong hand comes to push lightly against his chest as a warning, and that's when he snaps completely.
Kai doesn't even need to lift a finger as his magic unprompted grips onto the precious air that had been swirling in Stefan's lungs and pulls upwards.
Stefan immediately crumples to the ground, his face turning a horrid purple color as Caroline and Elena's screams of shock echo far too distantly to be of concern in his ears.
"Where is she!"
Kai grabs onto the closest thing he can find in his outrage. His fingers grip onto the large bookcase to the right of him and sends it crashing to the floor, he can hear Stefan still struggling for breath in the background of it all, the grip of his magic hasn't let up.
He hears Damon rush towards him before he sees it.
A low roar erupts in his chest, the veins under his eyes begin to squirm as his gums push out pointed fangs. The hand still circled taut against the bourbon bottle crashes against the wall, glass shards fly everywhere in a flurry of imperilment. His other hand grips against Damon's neck, fingernails digging sharply into the skin as he slams his body into the wall across from them, the plaster breaking and denting under his force. Kai's other hand holds the sharpened end of the bourbon bottle into Damon's neck, slowly piercing the reddening and squeezed skin under his fingers.
He doesn't bother using his magic with Damon.
His anger fuels his sheer power, and he doesn't even need to turn around to give Caroline an aneurysm upon hearing her effort to charge at him. Elena's still crouched on the patterned rug by Stefan's writhing body, desperately attempting to somehow get him to breathe again.
"Kai!"
That single voice calling his name pierces through him so sharply that every single drop of air drains from his body.
His hands immediately drop from Damon, his body slowly turning in the voice's direction.
And then, he sees her.
The world crumbles around him.
There's nothing except her.
She stands in the doorway in a short black jean skirt and long-sleeved sweater, green eyes wide and frightened as she takes in the scene before her.
The fear bludgeoning her expression has never made her look more beautiful.
"Bonnie."
He breathes her name like a prayer.
The bourbon in his hand drops and shatters on the floor, slicing neatly against his palm. He takes a few stumbling steps in her direction.
She's still frozen, a look of apprehension and slight horror on her face as her eyes circle the destruction behind him. A large crater of relief fills and wells within him so completely that it hurts.
He almost gets close enough to his destination, but that unfurling ball of anger in his chest had demolished itself so harshly and suddenly that his body trembled with the sheer effort of keeping himself upright. And then he drops to his knees, one after the other.
His eyes start to water and burn again, and this time, he doesn't think it's from the alcohol.
His knees drag against broken glass as he crawls the last few inches into her trajectory. He's so relieved to find her live body, that he doesn't even register the shocked expression on her face that had focused back in his direction and immediately settled into a cold mask.
"I missed—"
His voice is so pathetically raw and devastated. His bloodied fingers try to curl and snake up the back of her skirt-clad thigh to pull her closer to him. They brush the warm bare skin there briefly before she takes a large step backwards, causing him to stumble, his hands fanning flat on the ground on top of shards of broken glass.
"Get up," she says. Cold and distant, not anything like the Bonnie he had invented in his head these past few days he'd spent searching for her.
He blinks a few times, though not quite coming back to himself. Because her tone is so devastatingly cruel and horrible, it causes his heart to compress and shrivel even more than it already has, that deep crater of warmth and relief that had filled him immediately turning cold.
He's not sure why then, upon raising his head and gazing at the unfiltered venom lacing the expression on her face, that a harsh lash of arousal whips straight at his core.
He decides then, that he doesn't even care if she still despises him.
Instead, he tries to open his mouth again, just to say 'I missed you' one more time, despite knowing it's the exact opposite of what she wants to hear, but she beats him to the punch.
"If you want to ever see me again, then you're going to tell us a few things."
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It's easier than she thought, getting Kai to reveal everything Lily's been planning for the past few weeks. He'd sobered up rather quickly.
They find out about the stone, about Julian and Oscar, and Enzo, about the deal Lily made with the originals, about NOLA, and about Lily's supposed plan of making Mystic Falls a 'Heretic town'.
Luckily for her, Damon and Stefan do most of the questioning.
Something about looking at Kai in his state feels blatantly wrong. She'd felt nauseous and uneasy the moment they'd sat down on the couch to prod him for information. And even though she knew exactly what she'd been getting into, the thought of demanding answers from him like this makes her want to vomit.
It had all been too real.
The feral, unhinged bloody and monstrous expression that had been on his face as he pressed broken glass to Damon's neck, his pleading eyes as he still tried to warm himself off her apparent coldness. She couldn't even focus on anything but the way he had said her name upon seeing her again. The utter devotion behind the sentiment was sickening, and it distracted her for the entirety of his questioning.
She hadn't thought that he would be in that bad of a state upon finding him. His eyes were bloody and bloodshot, dried tear stains streaking his cheeks, bags and sheer exhaustion weighing his face. His clothing stained with alcohol as he attempted to rip apart the boarding house in search of her. The way he had absolutely crumpled upon seeing her again, his hands shakily and desperately trying to reach her.
He looked terrible. And she did that to him.
So when all the questioning is over, and Damon and Stefan were thoroughly satisfied with the information they've gained, she makes it apparent that she is not going back to the hotel with him.
But when he begs her to stay the night at the boarding house, something in her heart seizes.
He had looked like someone had crushed his soul, put it back together only in order to rip it apart once more. That someone was her.
And seeing how lost and depraved he looked upon seeing her was almost enough to make up for the absolute hell he'd put her through.
So she decides that she can afford to be a bit more merciful because after all, she is not the same type of monster that he is.
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She almost wants to curse her luck that the guest bedroom she's been staying in on the top floor is directly next to the only other free bedroom in the house; Damon and Stefan's "uncle's" old room. But she tells herself that it won't matter either way, because she doesn't plan on seeing Kai again tonight.
She can finally stop with the act, she thinks. No more feigned niceties between them are necessary. Because it's obvious now who really has the upper hand. She's got him hook line and sinker, she no longer needs to play pretend in order to preserve his feelings. Especially not when he'll be dead soon anyways.
She had been hell bent on avoiding him, at least as much as possible before she went to bed, but things never really turn out in her favor to begin with.
She catches him as he's exiting the shared bathroom, they both freeze in the dimly lit hallway like deer in headlights.
He's wearing what she thinks might be Damon and Stefan's uncle Zach's pajamas. A ratty old T-shirt that hangs loosely off his broad shoulders and baggy gray sweatpants.
He looks...better.
His eyes are no longer red rimmed, though the bags are still prominent. His hair isn't the wild mess it once was, his stubble still neatly trimmed, and she can tell he's been freshly showered. She herself hasn't even gotten changed out of her everyday wear yet.
"Bonnie," he says her name with eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly agape, like he's surprised to see her in the very place she had been staying this entire time.
"Kai," She responds stiffly, and promptly attempts to make her way around his tall frame and to the shared bathroom to no avail. He's there, blocking her path, and a familiar slither of annoyance runs up her spine at his inability to take a hint, especially when she sees the intent look he's fastening on her. His eyes search hers in the way that never fails to make her uncomfortable.
"I've missed you, so much, Bon."
She presses her lips together. She's not going to say anything. She doesn't know why, but playing the aloof and uncaring part is more difficult than she thought, especially when she still feels a sliver of nausea when she thinks about the look on his face when he'd first saw her again after thinking he'd killed her.
Because the unfortunate truth was, she had missed him. It wasn't just by coincidence that she had thought about him so much the past few days she had been hiding from him. Feeling the guilt seep into her the longer she thought about how she left him. Thinking about his arms wrapped around her at night. Her magic coiling around his. Even in moments, when she was with Damon, she couldn't help but think about Kai. He had infiltrated her mind and her thoughts like a sickness, and she had hoped that after their plan was over and they got what they needed, it would be better. She was completely wrong.
But even as her stomach flops from looking at the vulnerably hopeful look on his face, she knows that anything she may or may not feel for Kai Parker needs to be left in the past.
It will only leave her hurt.
So instead of answering like part of her desperately wants to, she steps to move around him towards her destination, but he's speaking again.
"What? No, I missed you too?"
"I-I didn't," she says quietly, now really resisting the urge to meet his eyes.
"Now, we both know you're not that good of a liar, Bon."
The sheer confidence spilling off his comment gives her pause, but before she can linger on the implications of his words, they hear the sound of soft footsteps making their way down the hall. A large hand grabs onto her arm, and the dimly lit walkway is suddenly spinning in her vision.
"Kai what are you—"
"—Shhh. There's someone coming. "
She's not sure how or why she's gotten into the position of her chest crushed up against the corner of a wall, and a Heretic pressed against her back, but she's never had the best luck to begin with.
She doesn't even have time to voice her indignation once she hears Kai murmur a cloaking spell, his breath lingering far too close to the skin of her ear for comfort. However, her concern with her predicament quickly diminishes once she sees who it is that was walking down the hallway.
Everything in Bonnie's body tenses when she sees Stefan pass by them to silently stop by the closed door to her guest bedroom. He raises a hand as if to knock before letting out a deep sigh before ultimately lowering it. He turns, and Bonnie and Kai watch his sweatshirt clad body disappear into the narrowed darkness of the hall.
"Weird," Kai says.
But it's not weird. She knew exactly why Stefan wanted to speak to her. It had been a few days, long enough for her and Damon to be cool around each other, and long enough for them to know that Stefan wouldn't say anything to Elena, but also just the right amount of time for Stefan to come and check in on her. To berate her or set the record straight, she doesn't know.
"Y-yeah," is all Bonnie can respond with. Her voice crackled with nervousness at Stefan's unexpected presence, her throat had gotten so dry, she could barely even speak without her heart feeling like it was going to burst straight out of the cavity of her chest.
She's still breathing heavy, and it's not until a few seconds after she makes sure Stefan has completely disappeared down the hallway in which she realizes the exact position she is in.
"Okay, you can let go of me now," she says it sternly, and mildly annoyed that Kai had somehow yet again twisted this situation in his favor, the entirety of his body is pressed against her back, and the feeling shouldn't be familiar to her, but it is. She's not as disgusted by his presence as she very well should be.
There's a large gap of silence in which Bonnie thinks that Kai hadn't heard her. She's about to repeat herself when he sighs heavily, burrowing closer into her and causing the hair on her neck to stand.
"Hmm but I don't think I want to," he breathes it into her ear, and despite herself, a slight shiver runs salaciously down her spine.
She doesn't know what it is about him, his uncanny ability to make his voice drip with sex is far too dangerous for it to be enjoyable. And yet, she does not yank herself out of his grasp like she should have.
"And I don't think you want me to either. We both know I've learned my lesson."
He's mistaken.
Him losing control and biting her is not what she's afraid of this time; she knew that that had only happened under manipulated circumstances to begin with. It's the fact that she finds herself completely speechless and rooted to the spot at his proximity.
Her brain completely screeched to a halt the minute he had somehow pressed his body even further into her, his pelvis coming in direct contact with the jean-skirt material covering her ass. She bites down furiously on her lower lip to prevent herself from gasping, but she can't disguise the way her heart pounds from the vampire who is clearly listening to her every move.
"See, I know you've missed me, deep down at least. You just don't want to say anything."
She can feel the smile curling around his lips as he continues to speak into her ear with that soft, velvety voice.
"But that is a-okay with me, Bonster."
His finger trails up and down the bare skin on the back of her thigh, brushing against the thin material of her underwear. Her stomach clenches and a trail of goosebumps erupt in his wake. She can't help the low ache that starts deep in her belly, her skin feels impossibly hot against the cool rings of his fingers circling around the bare skin on her thighs and underneath the curve of her ass.
A whimper desperately wants to erupt from her throat, but it doesn't, not until after he speaks again.
"Just let your cunt do all the talking for you."
He cups her harshly, her lips let slip a sort of strangled whimper as she feels the warm pad of his tongue lick a straight stripe from the crevice of her shoulder all the way up to the skin behind her ear. Her legs already feel weak, though she knows the worst is yet to come.
Her brain feels dizzy beyond measure, arousal now infiltrates through to her core her in waves.
Kai is dropping to his knees and yanking her panties down to her ankles before she even has time to catch her breath.
No amount of lip biting can prevent the cry that spills from her lips when she feels a scorching hot mouth fuse itself to her bare folds. She can't even berate herself for how easy it was for him to get there, she's just glad that her lust-filled mind still barely latches onto the notion that Kai had cloaked them earlier.
"Fuck," he groans, straight into her center. Her jean skirt scrunches above his head as he buries his face in between her ass cheeks. His fingers dig harshly into the front of her thighs, steadying her against the wall so she doesn't collapse from the sheer fervor in which he licks into her folds.
She's beyond the point of attempting to keep her composure. His tongue is so hot and velvety as it alternates between continuously licking taut lines from her clit to the crease of her ass, and dipping itself shallowly in and out of her hole. She knows now that his mission must be to get her to cry out as much as physically possible, because it seems to be working. She already feels like her insides are going to be swollen and ruined by the time he's done with her.
He seems to be enjoying it just as much as she is, if his continuous shuddering and enthusiastic groans are anything to go by. Her face presses into the cool plasture of the wall, hot tears well in the corner of her eyes as she feels her climax building steadily like a blaze of fire deep in her belly.
When she comes the first time, it's explosive. His hot tongue had just licked itself into the puckered hole of her ass, his large fingers coming to piston past the folds of her pussy and to rub and pinch at her clit before dragging his lips downwards to suck harshly at her swollen nub.
Her juices erupt uncontrollably out of her body and streak in ribbons down Kai's face and neck through her climax. She barely has the energy to turn her head to see Kai from over her shoulder; she watches the muscles in his throat contract with the effort to lap everything up.
"Oh my god," he manages to choke out from underneath her, though his voice slightly muffled, "You taste so fucking good." Her heart pounds hotly at the way her body had reacted to his ministrations. That has never happened to her before. Normally, she'd be extremely embarrassed by the sheer unbridled response her body had just had, but the fact that it was Kai who had managed to elicit from her, just makes her skin burn that much hotter.
He manages to ring out another mind-numbing orgasm from her cunt, this time with his thumb inserted into her ass while his other fingers pump continuously in and out of her wet folds. Her stomach clenches hard as she comes, her legs tremble with the effort to stand, but Kai is there steadying her before she collapses.
He finally stands up, pressing his very obvious bulge to nestle straight in between her bare ass cheeks, his hands bunching up her skirt around her waist so that he can dry hump her from behind. Her juices dampen the front of his ratty sweatpants, and it's all so erotic and filthy and consuming that she almost doesn't notice him speak again in a low rumble.
"I need to be inside of you. Right now."
She doesn't know what possesses her to agree with him.
All she knows is that she is way beyond the point of no return. If her still sensitive and twitching cunt was anything to go by. He tears the rest of her underwear completely off her ankles, and before she can be outraged by him ripping a pair of perfectly fine underwear, he's vamp speeding them into her guest bedroom.
Kai doesn't even bother taking his shirt off, the only article of clothing they manage to expel in their haste is Bonnie's skirt and their shoes before he's throwing her unceremoniously onto the bed and grabbing her by the ankles to yank her opened legs closer to the edge.
Bonnie watches rapt and kind of hypnotized as he silently unfurls his member from his sweats, the thick mushroom head leaks with precum, the veins protruding from it doing nothing to mask its angry red color bathed purple in the low light. His dick is huge. And its sheer length is kind of making her have second thoughts about whether or not she wants to put herself through all of this. Especially when she meets his gray eyes again and watches as he glares at Bonnie's bare cunt with an alarmingly dark look.
Her heart-rate spikes in apprehension.
He looks simultaneously murderous and hungry as he stares at her, and her lustful mind suddenly grounds itself into reality due to his predatory expression triggering her fight or flight response.
But almost as if he can sense her sudden need to scramble away from him, he's stepping closer, and this time, his snake-like eyes latch onto her face, keeping her frozen and still.
He looks... sociopathic.
He looks much too like the Kai she remembers from the '94 prison world, the one who took sadistic pleasure in seeing her in pain, and the thought makes her feel nauseous again.
It's moments like these in which she can't believe that she had actually thought that she missed being around him.
"Ah ah ah, Bon. You're not having second thoughts are you?"
He sounds far too sure of her answer. Or what he's going to do to her if she does answer.
Run! Now! Her mind supplies.
But he would just catch you, a dark voice whispers back. It's answer rings nothing but the hard truth.
She doesn't know why then, she feels a thrill of heat race straight to her center.
"I'll promise to be on my best behavior." His smooth voice drips ominously down her spine.
They both know it's a lie.
She knows now that she is too frightened to move; the time where her body had been stocked with adrenaline and readied to run had waned. The blood in her veins has turned unbearably warm, her heart rattles uselessly like a hummingbird in her chest, her magic still dampened and flickering with the aftereffects of the cloaking spell.
Her eyes remain unblinking on his, desperately trying to read or scrape for any semblance of humanity he may still have. She sees nothing but darkened irises blown so wide that they dip into never ending black holes.
She doesn't even notice how close he's gotten to her until she feels him press the tip of his cock against the sensitive skin of her still slick folds. And she means to cry out in fear, but she whimpers as a shock of pleasure rocks her instead.
She stays stock still, her legs widening on their own accord. They both look downwards as he rubs and teases her center with his member, getting all the slickened cum from her core to smear across the mushroom head.
Her eyes snap back upwards, just to watch gray orbs roll backwards in his head before settling back on her. His mouth hangs completely agape at the feel of her soft skin sliding against his hardened member, though no sound exits, and he remains eerily silent. When she feels him gently push the wide head past her cervix, her chest seizes, and instead of running like she wants to, her pliant body tries to accommodate the size. Kai's hands come to cup her ass in an attempt to pull her further down his cock, and although he's going at an extremely slow pace, the searing burn that spreads through her is damn near unbearable.
Instead of letting out a cry of pain like she so desperately wants to, she grits her teeth and hisses briefly once her folds slide downwards to envelop around half of his cock, the girth of her own body preventing him from impaling her all the way down to the hilt.
This is as far as she can go, she's sure of it. Kai seems to think so too.
"Oh my god," he speaks softly, the corner of his lip curves upwards in a pleasantly surprised smile, like he's made a new discovery. "You can barely even fucking take it."
She knows that he's mocking her from the way his lips are quirked and his eyes shine, and it makes her body fill hotly with anger. And because she is stubborn above all else, she abruptly grabs onto the back of Kai's thighs in an attempt to force him closer into her.
Kai lets out a surprised groan as she manages to move an inch further down his thick shaft. Her hands immediately grip onto his biceps and then raise to tangle in his hair to steady herself.
The playful smirk on his lips falls immediately and morphs nastily into that hunger-struck murderous glare he had been sporting earlier. She immediately regrets her actions.
Her eyes widen when Kai's hands suddenly come to grip tightly around her neck, he growls as he yanks her slightly hunched body closer to him in one fell swoop, her cunt roughly sliding downwards until his entire length is sheathed within her and the cotton of his shirt brushes against her clit.
She feels as though her entire body is being split in half.
She's in so much pain that her vision blurs, and it takes her a few seconds to realize that it's because of the hot tears that have erupted on the edge of her eyelids. She only slightly prides herself on maintaining silence, though her lower lip feels like it's about to be punctured completely with the sheer force in which she had bitten down on it.
"I'm sorry. Did that hurt, baby?"
He doesn't sound sorry at all, though his fingers did come to brush a few of the tears that had puddled underneath the swell of her cheeks.
It still hurts even as he begins to move. And she sort of wishes she could curl into herself.
She doesn't like having sex with Kai, she decides. Not when she's this vulnerable and bare to his scrutiny. She's never had someone attend to her every movement like he does, he stares unblinking and intently, as her face grimaces with each slow thrust of his large cock into her center.
They both know the exact moment it begins to feel pleasurable for her.
The searing pain she had felt teeters off into a dull ache, a new burning sensation followed by a wave of pleasure so strong it makes her gasp and tug harsher than she had meant to on Kai's hair. Her unintended display of roughness snaps something within Kai because he's suddenly gripping onto her neck with even more fervor, pinning her body to the bed as hunches his back and then propels his own cock downwards to immediately impale and force himself through her insides.
He fucks into her so aggressively that the bedframe pierces into the plaster on the wall behind them, the lightbulb attached to the lampshade next to them immediately bursts.
She comes almost instantly.
They both cry out at the same time at the feeling of her insides clamping viciously down on the throbbing skin of his shaft. Her cunt is still shaking and twitching when he tells her how much of a 'good girl' she's being and how she 'takes him so well' with one hand still clutched around her throat, and the other pinching her nipples through her damp sweater. His incessant coddling really makes her want to slap him upside the head, but she can't even speak. Her breath comes out rough and haggard, and when he starts picking up the pace of his thrusts again, the heady cries and wails he elicits from her become nearly embarassing.
His cock is impaling her so sublimely that every time he pummels into her cervix, her jaw clamps upwards. He has her practically shrieking at each powerful thrust.
Her orgasm hits her so hard this time that she can't even make a sound. Her body convulses and contracts almost violently, her mouth stuck in a permanent 'o' shape before she's coming and dripping all over him. Her velvet insides squeeze tightly against the smooth skin of his cock, thick tears spring to her eyes once more, completely clouding her vision of the sex-crazed man above her.
Her juices explode and flow down her own thighs, she's so thoroughly stimulated that she can barely even hear Kai demanding she say his own name as she comes.
She soon feels his own cock ripple with pleasure from deep inside of her. Kai first lets out a feral yell, sounding as though he's been punched in the stomach as his orgasm grips him. He lets out long tortured moans one after the other as thick spurts of cum paint her soft insides, the pleasant warmth of seemingly neverending long jets of semen making her cunt twitch itself into yet another slight orgasm. Kai's hands come to support his weight by resting them against the soiled bed spread on either side of her head, as the shockwaves continue to wrack his body.
She closes her eyes as her body attempts to catch up with herself, her chest finally not heaving as heavily as it was doing before. She doesn't watch him as he slowly unsheaves his cock from her vaginal canal, but her eyes immediately snap open once more when she feels him plunge back into her, their combined cum leaking and spilling off the edges of their conjoined bodies.
It's not until she registers him continuing to thrust his still taut cock into her when she realizes that she was correct in wanting to run from him the first time.
"P-Please stop, Kai," her voice sounds so weak and raw from getting her brains fucked out, that's she's not even sure that he can hear her. She wants to hate him, she wants to find him repulsive, but there is something about his disgusting actions that despite everything, feel absolutely euphoric.
"No," he growls, the old Kai staring straight into her face. He is no longer the man she could readily blackmail, the cute, awkward and shy person who'd been left speechless at seeing her in a ball gown. No, this was a man who's expression tells her that it'd be no use trying to escape him.
She supposes she deserves it, after all. This was just payback for all the pain she had put him through. It's her fault for stupidly playing right into his hidden sadistic nature to begin with.
He lowers his face towards her, not even to kiss her as she had suspected, but to tug her full bottom lip savagely between his. The action is so erotic that it has her moaning directly in his mouth as his lips form to suckle on her slippery tongue.
Kai's fingers softly trail up her sweater to intentionally dig straight into the scar above her rib cage. The one he had left her.
She gasps into his mouth, and she feels Kai's own mouth open and his jaw to unhinge in pleasure against hers, his upper lip slightly quirking in a knowing half smile as they breathe hot air into each other.
The pain he's eliciting from her here is different than before. It's outrageous and excruciatingly inappropriate and vile, but it also makes her body tremble with pleasure. The kind of pleasure that makes chills rake up and down her spine and her eyes to roll completely into the back of her head. She comes again. But her cunt is so sensitive and swollen that her orgasm hurts this time.
He's not even kind enough to wait for her cries to die down or her chest to stop heaving as he continues to plunge his cock into her, now using slow and sloppily wet and deep strides in and out of her swollen and dripping snatch.
"I-I can't take any more," she whimpers, already feeling the beginnings of another orgasm that she knows will be even more painful than the last.
"You will," he hisses into her ear.
He continues to fuck her to completion until she's raw and sobbing, like her own personal hell monster.
And she hates every second of it.
But despite herself, she already can feel herself getting addicted.
.
.
They spend the next day apart.
She had made it very clear the first time that she was no longer interested in living with him. Which he gets. He did almost kill her, after all.
She could barely even look at him once he had finished fucking the absolute daylights out of her. And from the sound of her heart rate that he could hear through the thin walls of his own guest room, she had passed out shortly after.
Being with Bonnie was like everything and everything he had ever imagined. She was perfect for him in every single way, and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. He had so many more fucked up fantasies that he wanted to see play out with her.
In time, he reminds himself. And this time, he knows it isn't wishful thinking. He could see it on her face while he fucked into her, those half-lidded eyes and from her screams, that no matter how terrified she was, she still craved it just as much as he did. And now that he knew that she was willing to take it, there was no going back. They've crossed a threshold. And he wasn't going to let her go back.
So he doesn't say goodbye to her. He's come to his own conclusion that this entire situation may seem as though she is playing him for a fool, but he knows better. She does care about him. She can't fake the amount of times she came for him, nor can she fake everything that happened before he went crazy and chomped on her neck.
She can't fake the way she looks at him, just like he can't fake it.
At least, that's what he keeps telling himself. He may be in denial, but he is well past the point of caring about that.
Especially when Bonnie is back in his life once more.
And so, the minute he leaves the boarding house with a half-assed and inappropriately casual apology to the rest of the scooby gang (much to Damon's delight) he gathers all the parts he needs.
All it takes is a brief pit stop on the way to the hotel at one of Virginia's many fine witch establishments to get everything.
His fingers fuddle with the effort of clasping the metal pieces into one, he pulls out a screwdriver in order to twist in a tiny screw into the device. His fingers force the pieces together, heavily determined. Because despite having her back, he feels it this time.
He's sunk deep. Deeper than rock bottom.
It's just in case, he thinks.
Because his original plan, the one that had relied on the Bennett-witch made daylight ring currently sitting untouched in his mother's marital box, has been officially put on the backburner. Things have changed. Because now, he truly knows what it's like to lose Bonnie Bennett.
It will not happen again.
He holds the metal device upwards, the moonlight shining through his window illuminates the shiny metallic pieces in its intricate design.
It's perfect. His craftsmanship was truly something to be admired, but he had had 20 years in isolation to learn skills such as these. Normally he'd need a Bennett witch to pull off the type of spell and magic for this type of contraption. But this time, he's accounted for that. He knows the type of spell his own father had used earlier did not totally rely on a Bennett witch, the bastard had figured it out all with a bit of Gemini magic and even more importantly, no celestial event.
And now, so had he.
His phone buzzes in his pocket, and this time, he doesn't hesitate to pick up.
"Kai?"
It's her voice, smooth and naked, slightly crackling over the static. He remembers what that same voice had sounded like screaming his name just a few hours ago. How nearly unbearable it had felt to have to leave her again. And he knows from the shifted energy of her magic that had been calling after him as he left, that she had felt the same way. At least subconsciously that is.
He knew she missed him.
And if she's calling him for what he thinks she's calling him to say...
"Yes?" He clears his throat.
"I-I wanna stay with you again."
Bingo.
She sounds so, so vulnerable and the raw admittance of her wanting to be with him again makes his cock twitch in his pants.
Sure, she's already succeeded in ruining him, but that doesn't mean that he can't still do the same to her.
Her being in his general vicinity will make it that much easier.
Especially because he doesn't plan on being apart from her ever again.
"Perfect."
He grins ear to ear as the line hangs up.
It was all falling into place again.