AN: So I thought about a longer disclaimer for this fic, but honestly… I've read darker fics than this by far.
Also, like let's consider the source material- In canon Kai murders all his kid siblings, clearly enjoys it, then later on murders his pregnant sister and remaining family gleefully at her wedding. In the Prison World he stalks Bonnie and Damon for months so…yea…Boy is a freak. Which I'm not even complaining about because lmao look at my activity on here, clearly I love that freaky shit. Anyway, there is still a disclaimer, because I think that's important, it's just not as extensive as it originally was. Anyway…
DISCLAIMER: Stalking is BAD! This fic is dark and it works by revolving around elements of FANTASY. Seriously though, this is a work of fiction- stalking is very serious, this is just an exploration of dark themes. Okay? Cool.
Without further ado….
'One day, maybe next week...I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya'
He's always been obsessive.
But to say he was a stalker wasn't exactly right; he hadn't ever stalked anyone, not really.
Sure, he researched a crush here and there, hacked an account or two- but it was the 21st century, who hadn't? It wasn't like he was watching people through their webcams or stealing their banking info, he wasn't a menace. Kai just considered himself tech-savvy, no more than any other young red-blooded American male. But he never followed a woman around town, watching her every move, sniffing after her like some crazed loon.
Until now that is.
He spotted her casually, and completely by chance, a random spring afternoon while running errands on his lunch break. She was coming out of a kitschy little coffee shop, friend in tow. Instantly he locked onto her. It was as if he was seeing for the first time. Despite his romantic history he cannot recall ever having felt such an instantaneous and all-consuming attraction.
No one could say he was hard up for dates. Not looking how he did and with the life he had. A 6'4, athletic, oral surgeon, with a full head of hair and perfect, if not slightly impish, smile? Who drove a freaking Porsche and vacationed in the Alps every winter? Experience was something he had plenty of. Nothing ever lasted, though, no one ever stuck. Usually, they got scared when he got too intense or his darker proclivities reared their head. If things didn't sort themselves out naturally his sexual fantasies soon did. How was he to help his hard-wiring? What was wrong with a little (or a lot) of kinky sex? It didn't make sense to him that just because he was a fan of some taboo shit that he should suffer through an endless string of short-term relationships.
That's how it always went- either he got bored or they got scared. It didn't matter to him which came first. More than once he had been compared to Patrick Bateman, which he honestly considered flattering. Sure, he was a completely unhinged maniac with a penchant for murder and mayhem, but the dude had an excellent skincare routine and a shredded body.
Okay, so, he lied when he said he never sniffed after a skirt before, he had followed a handful over the years, but after a week or so he would inevitably fall back. Realizing just how mundane they were quickly put him off. Most, he found, just were not that interesting.
This is not like any of those previous times. Not only does his attraction border on infatuation from the very outset, but he can already feel in his bones this one will be different.
He spots her with a brown-haired girl, by first glance the friend is a dud; can see from the way she flits around giggling and tossing her hair over her shoulder every time her counterpart speaks that she's the type to pretend she hates the spotlight only to act out when she's not the center of attention. How unoriginal.
The girl next to her though…
There is something about her; the way she carries herself, the way her eyes glance about the room, the way her lips curl around her laughter, the way she sips her drink. Already he is entranced. She opens her mouth, in light conversation with her friend, and he longs to hear her voice. Something has come over him, it is as if some strange magic is rewiring his brain in real-time.
So, 30 minutes later when the pair gather their things and head for the door, he decides it is time for a change of scenery too. He can't help it if his feet just naturally happen to follow the trajectory the pair of women set. Was there really any harm in going to the same place as someone else? Not that he could see.
He calls the office and has his secretary cancel the rest of his appointments and gives her the rest of the day off, much to her delight. Kai feels no shame derailing his day to sneak after this woman. If he knows anything of attraction, it's that fortune favored the bold- you had to strike while the iron was hot and other various cliches like that. Just because they were corny did not make them less true.
A sappier human might call it 'love at first sight', but Kai has never been in love that he can recall. Which is fine because he didn't really believe he was capable of it anyway, nor did it appeal to him.
Lust, however, is something he was more than willing to risk it all for.
They end up at a bookstore- kitsch must be their theme for the day.
It's too small of a shop and the seating is too sparse for him to sit back and watch how he wants to. Fortunately, there is a park directly across the street. It's easy enough for him to blend into the throngs of people; parking himself on an empty bench he sets his gaze to the large front window of the shop across the road.
He watches the friends walk in and move separately throughout the store until the shorter girl heads to the counter near the front window. She speaks animatedly to the young girl at the counter before sitting down at a table soon joined by her pal.
She's ordered herself a large iced something and a healthy slice of what looks to be coffee cake and she tucks into it eagerly, clearly still hungry despite just having left a cafe.
He loved women who ate enthusiastically, ones who weren't afraid to shove food into their mouths in front of others, with appetites as voracious as his own. Her friend orders an unappetizing looking bran muffin and an even less appetizing looking green smoothie that she takes a selfie with then only picks at. Already he loathes her.
But back to more important things and more important people, namely the woman who has caused him to pursue her across town all day. She swallows the last bites of her cake and waits for her friend to stop pretending she's going to eat the muffin she ordered.
Once finished the two continue to move separately about the small store.
Her lithe hands trail down book spines as she browses shelves and, for the first time in his life, he wants to trade places with a book. If only to be so gently touched by her delicate hands. Kai tracks her movements as best he can until she disappears further into the shop.
They move from the book shop to a record store (where she purchases two vinyl LPs, Supa Dupa Fly and Channel Orange, only further confirming her brilliance) and from there finally to a bar.
He's getting restless just watching; how easy it would be to toss her over his shoulder and take her away.
He is tempted; just walk up, interrupt whatever nothing conversation she was having, say something like, "Sorry, manners, I'm Kai." Flash a dazzling smile then extend his hand only to pick her up and carry her off. Already antsy and it's only been one day, not even- it's been like... six hours.
Rather than moseying into the bar to kidnap his new crush, he decides he will give it a week, no, two weeks.
If he's still interested in her after that then he will move forward. If she could keep his attention longer than anyone else, then it would be a sign.
The timer starts now.
14 days come and go.
But the fortnight does not pass easily, far from it, in fact. Each day makes him more rabid than the last. He practically burns with the nascent desire to know more about her. On the fourteenth day, he begins the task of digging, and at the end of his cursory dive into her, he finds himself even more enraptured.
He learns her name is Bonnie Bennett.
He knows that now thanks to good ole fashioned Facebook sleuthing. It was not hard to find her, searching the name of the coffee shop leads to their Facebook page, and from there he poured through their thousands of likes until he came across those familiar brilliant eyes of hers. Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy.
She is from VA originally, has lived here her whole life.
Went to Whitmore, double majored in Africana and Occult Studies with a minor in philosophy. His babe is a smarty-pants.
Unfortunately, things run dry there. Her privacy settings make it so he'd have to be her 'friend' to access any detailed information beyond what he's seen so far. Kai is aching for even the smallest new morsel of information about her and that is when he realizes he's in deeper than he has ever been before. The intensity of his fixation is what prompts him to take searching to the next level.
Four hours later he knows much more about her: no siblings, a lonely-only, yet she doesn't seem spoiled or entitled. She worked at a design firm, which throws him considering her major. He figured she'd work somewhere like a museum or some local uni's equity and inclusion committee.
In high school, she was voted most likely to succeed by her classmates. Thank God Mystic Falls High digitally cataloged all their yearbooks, beginning the very year she graduated, how lucky was he?
What is most interesting is that, like him, her father was killed when she was a teenager. Pretty gruesomely too, if the article announcing his murder is anything to go by, but they can bond over that; two members of the Daddy-is-Dead club. Bonnie probably didn't hate her father or conspire to kill him though.
Pushing past murky thoughts of his own Daddy Dearest he thinks of her name again, Bonnie Bennet. It's nice, it's alliterative.
Bonnie Bennet- B.B.
Like a little child, he imagines their initials paired together.
MP + BB= 4EVER
Her name tastes so good he tries rolling it around his mouth, savoring the feeling of the muscles rounding out each syllable.
'Bo-nnie'
'Bo-nnie'
Then comes up with a litany of nicknames: Bon, Bonster, Bon-bon, Bonsai, Bonnie-kins, Bonnie-cakes, Bonnie-boo, Shnookums, Sweetie Pie, Munchkin. Which one would make her smile the brightest? In his mind, he watches as her face nearly splits from how she beams at his tenderness.
Blech
He shakes himself trying to rid his mind of whatever strange pathetically cutesy energy came over him to seriously consider all those awful pet names. Practically tastes the saccharine flavor on his tongue. Instead of chugging a bottle of Listerine to get the taste out of his mouth and shoving letter openers into his eyes to get the image out of his head, he indulges in a fantasy of him holding her head underwater as she flails and kicks to right himself. Instantly his pants tighten.
Much better
Her friend's name is Elena Gilbert.
Fortunately for him, her privacy settings aren't nearly as restrictive and he learns a lot from prowling her very public page, even finds her linked Instagram account and Twitter. Mostly she just posts selfies with food, or in front of pretty buildings, or takes picturesque group photos with who he assumes are her equally narcissistic friends. The Twitter is just your boring, run-of-the-mill business page; latest tweet from 2 years ago.
It's off to The Gram he goes.
The first particularly useful thing he finds from her Instagram is a picture of her with Bonnie and some dopey-looking brown-haired dipshit. Elena poses on one side of Bonnie and on the other, a man holds tightly to Bonnie's waist, too tightly. Quickly switching back to Facebook he pours through her friend's list until he finds the matching profile and confirms what he feared.
Jeremy Gilbert.
Elena has a brother... and Bonnie has a boyfriend. Just his luck.
Because, of course, she would be dating the brother of the dud girl he first saw her with; an entire family of dullards.
She needed to keep better company.
The portrait Ellie's account paints of their relationship is not good.
First of all, her photos look staged, which isn't really so bad considering the nature of social media, but it still makes him grit his teeth as he thumbs through her pics. Out of the 685 pics she's posted since making the account five years ago there is only one post that features Bonnie in the last 18 months, prior to that she's featured noticeably more. Around the same time Bonnie begins to appear less and less, an odd and sinister-looking man with black hair and blue eyes begins to appear more and more. Kai absently wonders if these two things are related, he makes a mental note to look up this skeevy-looking dude later.
For now, he focuses on the last upload that mentions Bonnie; a seemingly heartfelt post, clearly for Bonnie's birthday. In it, Elena praises Bonnie for being her friend since childhood, her best friend, her confidant, her 'rock'.
Elise paints a picture that suggests Bonnie has been the one person to tether her to the world in her darkest hours, yet there is no other sign of her on the entire page for almost two years? The brunette poses happily with the same vampire looking fuck who shows up again and again and again on her profile, but the one person who was there for her through thick in thin, who was so deeply connected to her family can't even get more than one measly self-aggrandizing shout out? Looking at the man with piercing eyes, it's clear from photos of the two of them that they were, or are, involved.
Had Elena traded her best friend for a boyfriend? That seemed to be the story her Instagram was telling.
How fucking selfish.
He is less than enthused with Bonnie's choice of friends, just something else he'll have to take care of for her. She really needed him to help get control of her life.
Thank God he was there for her.
Even if she didn't know it yet.
She is with her friend again. The one from before, Elaine or whoever.
This is the second time they've met up in as many months, the pair must be trying to mend their fractured relationship.
He's at a table off to the side of them sipping a latte to better blend in. His laptop is open in front of him, but he is only pretending to sort through his inbox. It's all a bluff, the screen positioned so that he will appear to be working while he does what he really came to do, observe.
Bonnie orders eggs benedict, his favorite; he doesn't bother to look at whatever shit Eleanor gets, probably something bland and flavorless- like her. This time the gangly brunette dominates the conversation- his poor baby cannot get a word in edgewise.
Stuck-up bitch.
Bonnie doesn't seem to mind her friend's gift of gab, content to just listen and nod along. The disparate pair confounds him, the two could not seem more different yet somehow, they were friends. He can't fathom how she could possibly stand to hang around someone so vapid.
The same was true of her boyfriend, why did she allow such useless and parasitic people into her life? She may be the girl of his fantasies, but her decision-making leaves a lot to be desired. It's her most glaring flaw.
It's okay. He will fix it.
His clean-up list grew by the day, but he doesn't mind cleaning up his lovers' messes.
He winces, there's that pesky four-letter word again. He really needed to get it together. To clear his mind, he once again indulges in a violent fantasy. This time he directs it at her friend.
He imagines that he follows her home to wait in the stairwell of her apartment, he doesn't actually know what sort of home she occupies but apartment works for the fantasy so that is what he goes with. A stairwell is as great a place to hide as any.
He fantasizes for the nth time about tripping the "friend" down the stairs and watching her brown head bounce from step to step before finally cracking against the concrete landing, blood oozing out in a halo around her. He imagines crouching down next to her and pressing his fingers into the tacky liquid before bringing it to his lips.
Bye-bye Ellen.
Just then something in the window catches his eye. It turns out to only be the reflection of a cyclist in a bright neon windbreaker passing in front of him, but it shifts focus back to the women he's meant to be surveilling.
Miss Doe Eyes is in the middle of speaking, as she has been for the last 20 minutes. She reaches out to touch Bonnie's shoulder and the smaller girl quickly jerks out of her grasp.
The action must throw her because her face flashes between both surprise and upset. She lets her hand fall and stares at her friend as if she burned her, but his girl doesn't cower and instead remains resolute until Elena laughs it off awkwardly before getting up and excusing herself from the table.
Kai expects she will fold in on herself, feel bad for asserting her boundary, then run off after the girl. Every bit of digging into their lives showed a one-sided relationship that centered Elena; Bonnie was probably as shocked by her actions as her friend and any minute now she'll be trading her momentary boldness for the usual deference.
But Bonnie's expression doesn't change, and she doesn't rise to go check on her friend. Remaining seated she almost looks...pleased with herself, but it's got to be a trick of the light.
From this distance he must be seeing the situation wrong, because from these 5 yards away it looks as if- no way, is she dusting her shoulder off?
Kai squints and rubs his eyes. He leans forward to gawk openly, not caring that he's being totally conspicuous because right this very moment he's sure he catches Bonnie smirking. It catches him completely off guard and soon his own muscles are pulling taut to match her grin.
This is a moment just between them. She's just revealed a side of herself she never shows, and he gets to witness it, gets to share in it with her, albeit from a bench across the street.
He's glad he followed her today.
She just can't help but yield her secrets to him, and he will keep them safe, he will keep her safe. Though it seems like she may not need him to, could he have been wrong about her?
Perhaps she's no shrinking violet after all...
Something is seriously wrong.
He should be thinking of all the ways he can torture and mutilate her pretty brown flesh, not thinking about covering the broad expanse with feather-light kisses.
It seems for every violent and totally fucked up fantasy he has about her there is a tender one to couple it.
What the fuck.
He's losing himself, he was never like this, he hated tender, he hated gentle.
Like her miserable boyfriend- her whiny, sniveling, shmuck of a man is so pitiful. Everything he's researched about him makes him want to snap the dude's neck and that's only 30% from jealously. Honestly, he probably should off the dude, Bonnie would probably thank him. As she should, he would be doing her a serious favor; along with the rest of the world.
But there is something about this girl that makes him crave levity with her almost as much as he craves darkness. Keyword being almost.
A few fantasies of taking her bike riding through the park or of having a scenic picnic lunch do nothing to quell the overwhelming desire to make her scream and writhe; both in pleasure and in agony.
He clenches the table thinking about what she would sound like begging for her life as he stood over her. As he pictures tears gathering in her moss green eyes and imagines her strained voice just pleading with him to let her go his chest thuds with excitement.
Good things come to those who wait.
Bonnie certainly would be coming for him. He just needed to be patient.
With each day that passes he learns more and more; falls deeper and deeper into the trench. He is starting to think her good girl act is a rouse.
There is something more to Bonnie Bennet; something the sweet girl hides from everyone in her life. Something waiting to be discovered, to be seen by another; something curious and possibly darker than she, or anyone around her realized.
And Kai wants to dredge it up; force her to take a good hard look at herself, maybe for the first time in her life.
She was not being very honest, least of all with herself.
Naughty Girl
He'd show her she couldn't hide from him.
AN: Just a fun little stalker fic that honestly came to me while watching a porno. Not sure what else to say here, most of this is written, I'd say like...a solid 85%, but it has to be organized and fine-tuned. I think this will probably have about...4 or 5 parts.
Check ya later...