AN: Now, we're cooking with oil (Pssst, get it? that means things are about to get H-O-T) ;)
So, I may have mentioned I got this from a porno, far be it from me to gatekeep- If you wanna watch it then message me and I'll send you the link. Is that weird? I mean you're already reading my smut (thank you!) so idk? You can pretend it's just for research purposes if you want.
You do you- you wanna see the vid, cool; you don't, also cool. I'm not above writing a fic based on a porno so I'm not above sharing it with any inquiring minds.
Lastly, perspective is going to shift around from this point out. This no longer 'linear' and we'll be jumping between Bonnie and Kai's POV, so keep that in mind!
I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy...
Tell me is it just a dream?
When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
But can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid?
When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair
'Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there...
(Somebody's Watching Me, Rockwell)
Present
"Just pick anything babe, hurry up," Bonnie calls out from the bedroom.
The movie didn't even matter, it was inconsequential; she only lured him over under false pretenses.
Last week over the phone she'd implanted the idea- they hadn't had time to just enjoy themselves together and they needed a good ol' fashioned movie night to rectify it.
On her kitchen counter she left out Belly and The Princess Bride and he brought over his choices. Over text, he'd mentioned something about having it down to Fight Club, Superbad, or Showgirls. Since none of their options are currently streaming anywhere, they decided to go old-fashioned and pull out her DVD player.
Normally when they did this she went all out. Bought a giant tub of movie theater popcorn, all sorts of snacks, and candy. She pulled out her coziest blankets and they'd settle on her sectional and enjoy movies on her flat screen.
But she doesn't plan on them ever getting to the flick. Tonight, they're going to skip right past Netflix and go straight to 'chill'.
This was actually supposed to happen tomorrow, but she bumped it up to today after Lucy texted her saying she would be in town. They haven't gotten together in a while and she's eager to spend time with family. Dinner with her cousin will be the balm she needs in these hectic times. Her life has gone haywire and she's the only one sorting the pieces. Lucy always has a way of calming her and providing perspective. No way is she willing to go another several months without seeing the other Bennett.
Fortunately, Jeremy wasn't fooling with Anna tonight, so re-coordinating everything was smooth.
Bonnie tries not to think about competing for the affection of her own boyfriend and still having to play second fiddle. Because honestly? She's horny. Their last attempt at a hook-up was botched, but if at first you don't succeed...
Hopefully, she can get dicked down exactly like she wants to, but she'll take what she can get. Bonnie wanted back-breaking, walking-funny-for-a-week, fix-her-stank-ass-attitude dick.
That was not the dick available.
Jeremy always wanted to make love, when he was in the mood for intimacy with her at all that is.
Don't get her wrong -she loved tenderness as much as the next girl but, come on. Everything got boring in excess. It annoyed her that every time he wanted her, she had to take control. That was her man though. Always gentle. Always weak.
It doesn't matter, because sex between them is rare and had been for a while now; ever since his ex, Anna came back into the picture.
Well, that phrasing makes it seem like coincidence; as if fate itself brought the woman back into their lives and not, you know, Jeremy's wandering eye (and wandering dick.) Bonnie hadn't ever caught them in bed together, but she didn't need to see the proof to believe in it. The other woman practically haunted their relationship, a ghost neither could exorcise.
So many times she tried to leave, not even bringing up his philandering, but Jeremy had begged her to stay and she, against her better judgment, agreed to. Truth be told they had problems long before the haunting of his ex. If anything, his relationship with the other woman was a symptom of their failing relationship, not the cause of it. They'd been together for years, they used to go out, see sights and enjoy each other, but these days date night typically consists of shitty takeout and re-watching movies they used to bond over.
She wishes she could say it was because things died down in their relationship, but things never really livened up in the first place. The entire time they were together, Bonnie was the doer, she was the breadwinner, she planned everything. At first, when they were in high school, it didn't matter, they were kids. His immaturity mattered less then and she always figured he would just grow out of it.
Age did nothing to change him, sadly. He was no wiser today than he was when they first got together. The problem wasn't just his immaturity, but the fact he was so stagnant. The same traits that exhausted her were the same reasons she stayed past the relationship's natural expiration date. Part of her still wanted to protect Jeremy- he needed her. The kid honestly had a Peter Pan complex.
She struggled so much with leaving him for good because she felt responsible for him. That, and she really did understand his arrested development. She knew what it was like to lose your parents, to be alone, to fend for yourself before you were ready. Their trauma bonded them, sometimes she felt she was the only one who understood Jeremy and that's why she tried so hard to protect him; even at the expense of herself.
It wasn't solely his fault he never grew up. His parents died and he struggled with school and responsibilities ever since. He'd been dealt a shitty rotten hand and just never caught up. Her father was dead, and her mother was absent, and Grams died too soon, but people were just different. Everyone was shaped by grief differently.
At least that's what she always told herself; conveniently ignoring how she was never allowed to blame her shortcomings on grief. She was always expected to work twice as hard even when it only got her half as far.
She had always protected his sister too. A fat lot of good that had done her. Elena was yet another can of worms in her life.
Fucking Gilberts.
Protecting them had brought her nothing but pain, misery, and loss.
Too horny to keep thinking about dinner with her cousin, or her man's indiscretions, or the last failed shot at sex, or her failing relationship, or her martyr complex, or the barriers she faces because of misogynoir, or how she's wasting her twenties in service to a (semi) sentient GI Joe doll and his narcissistic sister, she focuses back on herself.
Her gaze returns to the mirror in front of her. She dabs perfume behind her ear, tousles her hair, pushes her chest out, and adjusts her padded bra cups.
'What's cookin' good lookin?'
Baby-boy really is as dopey and hapless as he comes across from afar.
Injecting him is easy.
Kai thought the guy would be across town with his mistress and is surprised to see the back of his head seated in the kitchen. But he made sure to pre-load the Midazolam into the syringe before leaving his house, just in case.
This turns out to be an excellent choice.
When he sees Jeremy in the apartment, not according to plan, he doesn't even falter. He's prepared for any and every eventuality possible, nothing is going to stop him from claiming his place.
He ducks quickly behind the couch and pulls out the needle, taking off the safety cap and peering over his shoulder to chart the most direct path between the sharp in his hand and Jedidiah's neck. It looks like he can bridge the gap in seconds, and he rises to the balls of his feet preparing to lunge.
Two seconds later boyfriend is going down for the count, but it's not enough. Kai has got to make sure this sticks. He takes out a bottle of Rohypnol and dissolves it in water before shoving it down the boy's throat. Even going so far as to massage his trachea to make sure he swallows. Ensuring there will be no interruptions. Loverboy swooping in to play hero will complicate things.
He wanted her alone, the thought of her pathetic boyfriend interrupting him fills him with white-hot rage, but it soon quells. The thrill of knowing she's expecting someone else, specifically her dopey pathetic bf, but that's she's going to get him sends adrenaline coursing through his body.
He wants to just take her right now, screw waiting. He's salivating, he's never been so ravenous.
He can't tell which is growling louder, his mind or his stomach.
So overcome with excitement, the idea of her boyfriend's slackened frame right outside the bedroom as he bites into her sends even more blood rushing below. A new fantasy is emerging, and he might just get to actualize it in real-time.
He tucks the used needle away in the mini sharps container he brought along, then trades it for a bottle of chloroform. He produces a rag from his pocket and douses it thoroughly. Knocking her out will be easy, getting her out of the building and back to his place unnoticed will be the hard part, but that was a problem for future Kai; present Kai needs to focus, because right now?
It's showtime.
He wants to give up the element of surprise and shout something clever and Kubrickian. Like it's The Shining and he's Johnny. He imagines he has an ax and not just a needle in his hand, hacking away at the door pushing his face through the gaps waiting to get his hands around the girl in the room. Chomping at the bit, foaming at the mouth, just dying to get his hands on her as best he can.
Is it too late to knife Jeremy and write 'REDRUM' in his blood on the walls? You know, for ambiance?
If this is supposed to be a movie night, as evidenced by the second bag of popcorn Jeremy was waiting to finish and the movies on the kitchen island, what better way to get her in the mood than with an impression and an immersive experience? Now that's entertainment, baby; he loves the comedy of acting things out. He pulled out his phone and made a note to look up local improv troupes then remembers the last time he tried any sort of stage performance and deletes it- he doesn't hate himself that much.
On the table are multiple movie choices, it's been a minute since he saw physical discs for movies. People these days always streamed things digitally, but they're evidently into being somewhat classical.
Oddly, it's cute. He can imagine Bonnie parked in front of her little DVD player, the oaf asking her to explain the movie every three minutes until she gets so annoyed, she kicks him in the head like Damon. He sighs wistfully, and maneuvers to get a closer look.
Boooo, The Shining wasn't even one of the options on the docket for tonight. The choices aren't good at all, some low-brow stoner shit, The Princess Bride, and something called Belly with Nas and DMX on the cover. Okay, that last one does look sort of interesting.
What's the point of having a movie night if you're not gonna watch scary movies? In time he will get to share with her all his favorites. They'll have their own little movie-watching tradition.
In the next span of seconds, his palms are pressed to the double doors of her room, sliding them open as quietly as he can. Bonnie doesn't even lift her head as he crosses the threshold, each breath increases the tension and makes the promise of delayed gratification that much sweeter. He steps further into the room and his elation doubles when he sees her back is still turned, though her body is in front of the mirror her gaze is focused on wiping something off her chest. His fingers grip onto the chloroform-soaked rag in his hand tighter, creeping closer and closer.
One more step and his luck runs out, the wood beneath creaks and she turns around, asking him some question about the lackluster movies he's not here to watch.
Their eyes instantly catch, and he can practically hear the moment her heart drops.
He peers harder into her eyes wondering if there's even the faintest recollection on her part. Perhaps she remembers seeing him in passing at some point, he'd been following her long enough. More than he wants her faint recollection he wants her to see that it's not her dull little boyfriend.
The rag in his hand reminds him that he's here to take her away.
The bedroom door creaks open, but she's busy trying to get a deodorant stain out of her robe. Leave it to her to stain the outfit meant to get her laid. Once she's satisfied that she's done her best, and she reminds herself this garment will not be staying on long, she lifts her head. The floor squeaks behind her and she knows he's closing in; this is her moment. Time for the seduction to begin. Hands on the tie at her waist she takes a breath and turns.
She pivots expecting to find Jeremy, DVDs in hand, still deciding between options, asking her to make the final choice. Even small decisions confounded the boy. "Lemme guess, you want me to pick? Fortunately for you, we're not even going to-" The words die on her lips as she spins all the way around. Her eyes connect to the doorway, or more importantly, who is standing in it.
Jeremy is not there.
But another man is.
A man who is decidedly not her boyfriend.
Instead of familiar gentle brown eyes, hers lock on to sharp and steely grey ones.
This man's gaze is so sinister but laced with something more.
Her breath stalls and her heart stops momentarily before returning at a hammering pace, thudding so loudly in her chest she can't hear anything else.
She can barely believe her eyes.
He's... here.
He's here.
HE is HERE.
HE. IS. HERE.
This is NOT a drill, repeat this is NOT a drill!
"It's you," is all she manages as her hands fall in apparent shock.
But they don't remain idle long, the hands at her sides make quick work of the garment's belt, letting her robe fall open to his hungry eyes.
Huh?
Kai tries to reign in what he knows must be his totally stupefied expression. Even though he's confused he doesn't want it to show, lest he loses the upper hand. All too late he takes in her lingerie-clad form as he struggles to process what exactly is happening.
He hacked her Outlook; this was supposed to be a quiet night in for her. For three weeks he watched her calendar, it's how he always knew where she was. Last night something told him to re-check, and he didn't, which serves him right for not listening to his instincts. And now...now it's almost as if...had she...had she expected him here?
No. It wasn't possible.
When he said he wanted more than faint recollection this isn't what he had in mind. He only meant he thought it would be cool if she happened to catch a glimpse or two of his face in all the time he'd chased her. He wanted her to see he wasn't Jeremy, but this... He had been so careful, he had been so thorough- always one step ahead, always sure to cover his tracks and maintain an appropriate distance.
This was the first she was learning about him, it had to be. She's supposed to be scared; she's supposed to be cowering.
What is he supposed to expect next?
For once he is totally unprepared, already the situation is spinning away from him. The element of surprise doesn't exactly mean much when your intended target wasn't...well, surprised.
"I've been waiting for you," she says next, confirming his addled thoughts, green eyes boring into his.
Well, he certainly wasn't anticipating that.
6 months ago
She first noticed him at the bookstore.
Then a week later on her morning jog.
Then two days after that coming out of her dance workshop.
Then another week later at the coffee shop.
By the third time she caught him, she knew it wouldn't be the last. Twice is coincidence, thrice is pattern.
He thought he was slick, sitting two tables over, head inconspicuously buried in a book. The Invisible Man- By Ralph Ellison. An Afro-futurist classic. She remembers pouring through it in undergrad. What does this white boy know about Afro-futurism? Must be an omen.
But her secret admirer is handsome- she has to give him that. His cool gray eyes and squarely set jaw make him what her middle school self would have called 'absolutely dreamy.' Complete with little hearts and their paired initials on the front of her notebook.
They say, 'curiosity killed the cat,' but that's not the full line. In the full phrase, there's a second part that says, 'but satisfaction brought it back.' Bonnie is a girl sorely lacking in satisfaction. So, she decides to do a bit of digging of her own.
Bonnie has never been oblivious.
Certainly not so much that wouldn't notice the same white guy popping up on all her outings for weeks on end. She had enough experience with Elena's ex, Damon, to spot a perv from a mile away. She supposes she should be terrified but color her intrigued. Nothing interesting ever happened to her. Bad boys steered clear, always thinking she was too prim and judgmental. Plus, that had always been more of her peer's thing, and Bonnie was saddled with her high school sweetheart anyway.
Jeremy is just that, an attachment she can't shake.
More often than not he feels like her Siamese twin. Someone she loves but more than anything needs space from. Things feel so claustrophobic, somehow, they are distant, but she still feels smothered.
Smothered by her devotion to him, by his expectations for her, by him consistently letting her down in Every. Single. Way.
She and Jeremy had a break shortly after graduating, then again after college. She went to Italy and enjoyed the sights, sounds, and flavors. Both in and out of the bedroom.
This was before Anna, before Damon, before the people closest to her transformed into strangers. She spent a year abroad and expected returning home would be to settle down, but everything changed. So many fixtures in her life had become unrecognizable. Shortly before her friendship went south, she often thought about the time in her life as the golden age where nothing could go wrong, and promise was around every turn.
In retrospect, she can see it was gilded. Elena was using her, Jeremy was wasting her time, men she bedded and wine she drank was just a distraction from a life she eventually had to return to, a temporary suspension of disbelief.
What about Super Freak, she wonders?
Is he just as oppressive? Just as exhaustive? Will she collapse under the weight of his desire? He obviously wants something from her, but what?
Following someone around isn't the kind of thing people do when they don't want something. Sooner or later, she's going to find out. She only hopes his goals for her are only minorly sadistic and/or less than homicidal.
Sizing him up she thinks she can probably take him, but how does he want her is the question?
This time he follows her much like he had the weekend before, keeping a reasonable distance and blending into the surroundings. She must give him credit, he's good at this.
But she's better.
Present
Why the fuck is he just standing there? She's already got one love-struck idiot nipping at her heels, the last she needs is another.
Must she do everything?
She can see behind his eyes; he's surprised it's not going to according to whatever little plan he came up with. A little less American Psycho, a little more Careful What You Wish For.
Bonnie inches toward the center of the room. If he won't make a move, then she will.
"All those nights you stood beneath the balcony, watching me from the street," she speaks breathily. "I could feel you watching me," looking up at him, "I touched myself every night thinking about it."
With each part of her speech, she draws closer and closer to the bed between them.
"About what you would do to me; and now…now you're here..." her voice reflects something like awe as her knees hit the mattress one-by-one.
Slowly, Bonnie mounts the edge and crawls deliberately to the center.
'Finally,' he swears he hears her breathe from where she rests on her hands and knees, eyes expectantly on his, clearly waiting for him to make the next move.
Kai remains silent as he approaches the bed to meet her halfway.
In his silence, her hands move to his belt buckle; already she's trying to take the lead, be the one in control of things. She doesn't waste her time with seduction, she knows how much this particular man wants her.
This wouldn't do.
Clearly, she thinks she knows him, mistaking his silence for submission. Insistent hands fly to his waist and busy themselves pulling at his clothes, untucking his shirt, and unbuckling his belt. Instead of finding the prize she seeks she is rewarded with slaps upside her knuckles.
His hands are so big, All the better to choke me with she tells herself, already wet with anticipation of what is to come.
Once he gathers himself, he growls under his breath. A sound she promises she'll work to hear more of. His mouth seems to open in a snarl and looking up she can see his pearly white teeth shining and behind them, tucked into the center of his mouth, in its dark dank cavern she spies his wicked pink tongue.
Her monster none too gently slaps her hands away from his pants and before she can look too stunned, he grabs her by the neck.
"I've seen the kind of soft, pathetic shit you're used to; you should know things are different with me. I make the rules and I set the pace, understand? You won't touch me until you earn it. Lay back down, now." His tone makes it clear it's not up for debate.
The dig at her boyfriend's expense is not lost on her, rather than laugh at his double entendre like she wants to Bonnie chooses to nod eagerly and lay back like he told her to.
"Yes."
How salacious.
Her legs shake because even in the cage of his mouth she can tell his tongue is long and his teeth are sharp; she can tell he wants to devour her.
She hopes he does.
She hopes he swallows her whole. She hopes he bites. Let him rip her apart till he's sated. Let him rend her flesh to ribbons. Let him make a mess of her.
His hands are surprisingly devoid of claws, she notices this as they rise past her chest to wrap themselves around her delicate neck.
There he is.
5 & 1/2 months ago
Malachai, 'Kai', Parker
Mala-creep was more like it.
He's an oral surgeon as it turns out, and well respected in the community. His peers think he's some wonder-boy and his clients do too- he's the highest-rated dental professional on ZocDoc. Google shows that he's been nominated for something called the 'Leibowitz Maxillofacial Mastership and Excellence Award' and won three out of five times.
A Virginia Living Magazine article from last year tells her he won his town's annual chili cook-off. Apparently, he's been the blue-ribbon winner for the last four years consecutively. A sadistic dentist who knows his way around the kitchen, maybe his secret ingredient is human flesh. Like a Sweeney Todd type of deal, only instead of corrupt politicians and judges being stuffed into meat pies he chops up women he finds on tinder.
The fact her creep works in medicine is slightly frightening- what if he wanted to butcher her, turn her into some kind of living doll- she'd read a creepypasta like that once.
At least he doesn't work in IT, it would be her luck that she'd attract some dude who knew the ins and outs of all things digital. He'd probably have already hacked her six ways from Sunday; on his own computer watching her research him with his hand in his pants and a sick smile plastered on his face.
She scrolls down the page to a grainy picture of a woman who looks strikingly like him. She clicks it and it takes her to an old Scientific American article from years ago. The article is filled with jargon beyond her, but a name sticks out.
Josette Parker.
So, he has a twin sister, fraternal from the looks of it. The article is from back when the girl was just in med school and working on some breakthrough study that focused on birth trauma. The article talked about how young and talented she was, highlighting her cutting-edge research. It's funny she's also in medicine. Bonnie wonders if she stayed local. Maybe she even worked at Whitmore and perhaps knew Elena. That would make sense, it would figure the perpetual danger-prone brunette would be tied to this creep, she's probably the one who brought the weirdo into her life.
Present
His kisses taste like blood; whether it's hers or his she cannot tell.
He gnaws and tugs on her lips with his teeth whenever the opportunity arises and she has to use her tongue to make sure he hasn't chewed through her lower lip. She's sure her mouth will have his bite marks imprinted into them come morning.
He's so hungry, hungry for her. And she doesn't intend to let him starve.
His hands tighten around her throat, insistent on subduing her but Bonnie only whimpers and leans closer. Kai pulls her in roughly, his mind not yet catching up to the fact she is encouraging him.
"Tighter," she manages as her face purples from the force of his constricting hands.
Despite her request, his clench loosens. It's still taking him time to process everything that's happening and how game she is for it. He flips her roughly, dragging his hands down her sides, wanting to claim every inch of her body.
"I've been waiting so long for you to come and take it…" she moans as she arches her back harder to present more of herself to him.
"Take what?" He demands palming the globe of her ass before smacking it and watching it ripple. Kai isn't so shaken he's lost his voice.
"Take what's yours," she gasps.
His eyes practically roll into his head at her words. Yes, she is his.
Bonnie belongs to him.
Was made for him.
He's glad she knows it.
He knew it the instant his eyes first laid on her.
Downtown at the coffee shop, as he saw her, seemingly lost in her own little world. He should have known the girl was perceptive. Clever little witch.
All that time he thought he'd maintained cover, snooping after her thinking she was none the wiser and she was onto him.
Naughty girl, indeed.
He wonders what gave him away and exactly when she caught on. Kai wishes he could have read her mind at the very point she discovered him. He knew she was special, but he underestimated her. Oh, had he underestimated.
Once in a while being wrong works out in his favor. He's never been so thrilled to have misjudged a situation so badly.
4 & 1/2 months ago
Elena invites her out for coffee again.
She was hoping the last hang-out would be the end, but no such luck. It's as if the girl intends to make up for lost time, she keeps inviting Bonnie out at seemingly every opportunity. The last time Bonnie had to force them to change locations three times, the girl just kept following her.
At first, she was content to let Elena trail along as she ran around town, hoping it would shake her off. But her friend is not letting over two decades of friendship go without a fight. So errands complete, finally Bonnie suggested a bar, hoping alcohol would take the edge off.
Which it did.
The reunion ends much better than it started. Too much better, drunkenly belting all their old favorites karaoke-style on top of the bar until they were kicked out probably gave her friend the wrong idea about where their friendship was headed. Caroline must have gotten tired of her shit too because the Gilbert girl's calendar seems wide open. Weren't med students supposed to be stressed? Overworked and tired? But Elena is bright and bubbly as ever. The girl talks non-stop.
Bonnie nods along and plays the part of the avid listener. It's all she can do not to lunge out the door and into oncoming traffic to get away from the incessant chatter. When she thinks she can take no more the bell above the door chimes, signaling a new customer has entered. A new patron stepping across the threshold shouldn't mean anything to her, but this one she recognizes.
The creep is here.
As Elena drones on and on Bonnie thinks the girl opposite her would make a great stalking victim. She had those big brown doe eyes that always made men fawn over her, and she was so incredibly self-involved she'd miss all the warning signs and fall right into the trap. That's what happened with her last ex and the ex before that.
Ugh, Damon fucking Salvatore.
Elena's rose-colored glasses had managed to doom them both there. She cringes thinking about all the shit that demon put them through.
In the beginning, she felt sorry for Elena. Damon was so uncaring and narcissistic, she only befriended him to keep a closer eye on him, to protect Elena. In the end, this only worked against her as trying to protect Elena always did. Elena accusing her of sleeping with Damon then trying to slap her was the straw that broke the camel's back. As far as she was concerned now- the two of them deserved each other.
But back to more important matters, like her mystery man. The subtle sneer that graces his face whenever Elena speaks confirms that he finds the girl's voice just as grating as she does. Bonnie looks away and tries not to snigger like she's tempted to.
Elena talks for another half hour before she makes the mistake of trying to touch her. Bonnie wants to wrench her hand away and scream at Elena, how dare she. After everything she'd done, the nerve of her to think just because they went out for lattes a few times that things were copacetic. Water under the bridge her ass, Elena and she could never go back to the 'friendship' they had before, if it could even be called that.
A 'friendship' that centered on everyone's needs but her own, she has half a mind to jump up and tell Elena what for, but this is her third favorite café in the city, and she can't afford to make a scene. Hanging out with the senior Gilbert had already gotten her booted from her second favorite dive bar, she doesn't want to add to the list of places she's not allowed.
Surprisingly, Freak Show rises to leave; he must have somewhere to be. Probably got a package delivery notification for the wall-mounted chains he ordered for the dungeon he plans to keep her locked up in. He doesn't look at her as he exits, which gives her an excuse to stare at his retreating form.
White boys got some junk in his trunk.
Nice.
4 months ago
It's a funny thing, following a guy who's been following you for months across town.
He watched her.
She watched him watching her.
It's all very meta.
If he were more perceptive, he would have noticed that she noticed him weeks ago. Were people really this oblivious? He seemed skilled enough in trailing her, which meant this must work on most people. Bonnie is getting ahead of herself; she doesn't know how many women this man has stalked before her. Women? People? How rare was a bisexual stalker she wondered? Like an equal opportunity prowler? It sounded strange, but just because she never heard of it didn't make it impossible.
And anyway- Why!? is he so shy?!
He's a hot surgeon for crying out loud! Why could he not just introduce himself like a normal person? Did he think she wouldn't be impressed? Did he think she wouldn't find his dimples and soft brown hair attractive? That's exactly her type! All this cloak and dagger and for what?
Had he come up to her in the coffee shop she'd have probably mounted him right there. Probably would have finally gotten rid of Elena too. She'd get fucked and ditch her friend all in one go. Why was he doing this the hard way? Does he not know how to introduce himself?
'Hi, I'm Kai' he could say, it even rhymes! That could be part of the bit, "Hi, I'm Kai" in a little sing-song voice. Sure, it's corny, but hot guys who did dorky shit were great! She loves goofballs. Stalking her is just making this way more complicated than it needed to be, but who's asking her?
3 & 1/2 months ago
It takes much more digging to unearth more macabre details of his life.
Apparently, his sister murdered their father, no wonder he was messed up.
It looks like an awful tale of parental abuse and a heroic daughter who fought back, but something about the story gives her pause. She cannot pinpoint it, but something just feels off, her gut tells her so. Looking into the eyes of the children in the article she sees there is more to the story, though she can't place what that might mean. But it's not really her business anyway, or is it?
Did being chased by someone mean their business was yours? There was no handbook for these sorts of things. Maybe she could write to an advice column.
Dear Prudence,
My stalker has a tragic backstory, should that be my concern, or should I just get a restraining order? Also, he's super-hot, if that matters. Oh, and he's a doctor, a surgeon actually, and I think I might sort of, kind of be into him...
Sincerely,
Surveilled in Seattle.
He seems kind of young to be a surgeon, but he and his sister must be brainiac child prodigies as both of them have successful medical careers. Their childhood trauma must have been a hell of a motivator to yield renowned twin surgeons. All her dead dad ever got her were sympathetic looks and abandonment issues. Go figure.
Bonnie chances a glance at him. She knows it's risky researching him while he's right here, but she'd honestly rather he found out than the alternative of Jeremy catching her and asking about it. "Oh, this guy? No, don't worry he's just my stalker. Now pass the butter, please would ya hun?"
Knowing Jeremy, he probably wouldn't even notice if she did say that. Thinking about Jer-Bear sours her mood, so she gets back to the sleuthing she was doing before she got sidetracked with thoughts of her lover-boy.
On paper Kai Parker appears totally normal, but don't they always? The mask he wears makes him sexier. So much sin right beneath the surface, and she can see it. Like an aura around him, just as seductive as the man beast it shrouds.
In undergrad she took a psych course and learned about something called the Misattribution of Arousal- it's basically a process by which people mistake fear for romantic attraction. She aced the class, but it's only all these years later she understands the line that demarcates terror from desire is much thinner than it seems.
2 months ago
Her day had been long and tiring. When she got home, she quickly set to work preparing for dinner then for bed. Between cooking, showering, and catching a show she's waned. Looking at the clock shows it's already eleven pm.
Great, she's got to be in at the office by seven tomorrow to meet a client. No one ever told her being an adult would be this exhausting. She slides into bed not even bothering to check if The Window Watcher is there. She can search for his shadow another night. The bedgasm she's having is heaven-sent and she curls against her pillow and nestles into the soft sheets.
She has just enough energy to scroll through her phone before weariness finally claims her and she succumbs to her drooping eyelids. Bonnie checks her phone and sees she's got a missed message- probably Jeremy telling her goodnight, a meme from Caroline, or Lucy checking in on her. She'd missed their weekly hump day Skype session and hadn't texted her back, Luce probably just wants to reschedule.
It's from Elena.
'I know we haven't talked since we last met up, but I miss you. Jeremy says ur doing well. I just want you to know that you were on my mind- if there is anything I can do for you don't hesitate to let me know. I'm always here for you'
Reading the words from her former bestie instantly zaps what little energy she has left; she can see through them. What the hell could she possibly want now? At midnight on a Wednesday? Her thumbs swipe the screen, ready to delete the girl's message but she pauses, remembering Elena works the night shift at the hospital every Wednesday. Perhaps the perpetually useless brunette could prove herself useful after all.
After a few empty pleasantries, once Elena believes that she is back in Bonnie's good graces, she asks the question she genuinely wants the answer to.
'Do you know someone named Josette Parker?'
She sends the text then locks her phone and connects it to the charger on the nightstand.
'Hmm- do you mean Josette Laughlin?'
The text is the first thing she wakes up to.
'Maybe...I'm not sure tbh'
Instead of helping her problem-solve or offering to look it up Elena goes silent for the next few hours, probably exhausted from her shift.
Browsing the hospital website shows that the woman she's after is indeed now going by Josette Laughlin. She probably changed her name to distance herself from her past. She scans the page as she eats a plate of eggs and toast. Looks like Dr. Josie works in obstetrics, she's a baby doc. When Bonnie finishes her breakfast her phone buzzes again.
'Idk if you know or if Jer told you but Damon is missing'
The bubbles at the bottom of the screen don't stop, two seconds later another message pops up. 'Im kinda getting rly worried'
Would it be rude if she said, 'Good.'? What about, 'Who cares?'
Because no one does, least of all her. Damon is a loser and sleazeball, he's probably somewhere doing what losers and sleazeballs do best- cheating, scheming, shirking accountability, and ruining people's lives. She knew Elena wanted something from her, she never reaches out unless she does.
Looks like rekindling their tarnished friendship pales in comparison to searching after her alleged ex. Bonnie suspected they were still seeing each other and Damon's monologuing during his recent visit confirmed it, as does this latest message. She's the slightest bit tempted to console Elena, to slip back into her old supportive role because she can tell the other girl is scared when she realizes- Fuck that.
Damon came to her house and tried to assault her and still Bonnie hadn't even told Elena, the trust between them too broken for her to expect Elena would care. That's one hell of a red flag in a friendship.
The morning feels good- apart from Elena's usual antics it's nice. There's sunlight streaming through the window, birds are chirping outside. It feels like nature greets her. She smiles back at the beaming sun, ready to get things started- she's got a big day ahead of her. Lots to take on. She takes her time to put the plates in the sink, grab her jacket, and head to the parking garage when her phone rings. Lovely Lena G is the contact that pops up, Elena programmed the nickname into her phone ages ago; back in the gilded age. She hates talking on the phone, but it's better she doesn't text and drive anyway. The Bluetooth comes to life with the car and she answers.
All in all, the call is short, she listens as her former bestie tries not to cry and asks her if she has any idea where her 'ex' might be. Bonnie tells Elena that Damon probably just skipped town as was currently balls deep in some other poor chick. Elena gasps and Bonnie mumbles that she's got to go before hanging up the phone.
Hopefully, Damon isn't buried in some other chick, hopefully, he's dead. That's the last thought she has as she pulls up to the hospital parking lot.
1 month ago
Watching his sister felt fruitless, the first time she tried the woman wasn't even there. The nurse she spoke to mentioned something about an obstetric trauma conference in Vancouver.
On her second attempt, she realized hospitals were no place to hide and sneak around.
There are too many bright lights, not enough dark corners, too many smells, and too many people dying. Every time she managed to find a spot to watch from either Jo would move or a group of scrubs would come flying down the hallway and get her all turned around. Everywhere she turned someone was hacking up a lung or bleeding out, why did Jo even need to be in the ER? Why couldn't she be a regular OBGYN with her own private practice instead of a trauma surgeon in the emergency department at the largest hospital in Virginia?
The third time's the charm. Somehow, it's a slow day in the ER so Jo is upstairs working her usual beat in obstetrics.
Bonnie watches from behind a pillar pretending to be a lost patient. She snaps a hospital bracelet out of the trash and scans the name. Approaching the nurse's station quickly she double-checks her wrist. "Hi, my name is Patricia, I'm a new patient of 's here for a prenatal check-up, but I can't seem to find her."
"Sure thing, sweets, Dr. Laughlin is around here somewhere. Try checking the end of the ward or in her office, room 607. Right down that hall, she's got a little stork statue outside the door, you can't miss it."
"Thank you so much," she means it sincerely and her smile for the nurse is genuine.
"How far along are you, Patricia?"
"Uh, not too long, about 5 months or so? Second trimester, but you wouldn't be able to tell; it's a weird thing about women in my family. My mother didn't show until about 7 months." She doesn't look anywhere near six months pregnant, but that's what came out and she can't turn back now.
Invoking her mother means she's going to spiral thinking about mom trauma later, but oh well; just like Grams warned her, "Life is about balance, child. You can do mess if you want to, but know there's always a price to sneaking, lying, and dirty dealing."
The advice is evergreen. It spurs a new ache in her chest, and she sinks deeper into her Mommy Issues. Fortunately, there's always the Trader Joe's discount wine at home to soothe her ailing heart.
"Good luck with everything, Patty, and congrats on the baby! Stay safe," she says as Bonnie walks off.
She's never seen the other woman in up close but finding her isn't hard. Her long brown hair hangs over her white coat and her blue eyes shine even from a distance. Familial good looks.
Bonnie doesn't want to risk getting any closer. It doesn't matter though, as if tapped on the shoulder Jo suddenly looks up and is beelining towards her. They've made eye contact so dashing away back to the safety of her car isn't even an option.
"Hello, you seem a little out of sorts. Is everything okay, doll?"
"No- no, I'm fine, actually I'm looking for someone, maybe you can help me? I'm here to see Dr. Laughlin. I'm having problems with my OBGYN and my friend, she's a med student here, she recommended her." Pretending she doesn't know who she's talking to is a good trick and she's pleased with how good she is at thinking on the fly.
"Well, you're in luck! Look no further, Dr. Laughlin is standing right in front of you; I'm glad I've got such a good reputation for myself. What's your friend's name?"
"Oh, it's Elena, Elena Gilbert, sorry you probably need her last name. I call her Elena cus, you know, friends." So far, she hasn't given anything away, but the nervous rambling isn't good, she needs to come up with an exit strategy.
"Oh, Elena is a sweetie! She didn't tell me she had any pregnant friends; I would have asked to be your doctor from the start!"
One twin was a freak and the other was a saint. What a family.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name."
"Sorry, my name is Patricia."
The woman's hands are soft, and her eyes are sharp. Bonnies finds herself wanting to buckle under the other woman's scrutiny. The energy surrounding her feels warm, but her gaze is so precise. There's something more to Josette, she can tell. She's struck by the very same feeling she had looking at her pictures from all those years ago in the newspaper. There is something behind this woman's eyes and it's as chilling as it is seductive. Her gentleness is real, but it contains something in its own way terrifying. She has to suppress a shiver.
"How much time do you have today, Pats? I'd love to talk more in my office if you're able to stick around. I know you were looking for me, but I wasn't sure if you were expecting an appointment today. We can talk about some of your challenges with your current doctor and I can talk about my style, but I wouldn't be available for any sort of real appointment until after," she looks down at her wrist, "jeez, probably quarter after five, closer to six. I'm sure you don't want to stick around that long." Hallelujah! The woman had given her an out and didn't even know it.
"Yea, I have a couple minutes. Wait, I think I might need to feed the meter soon, but I can talk now and then come back another day if you think that's best?"
Shit. Why did she say that? She was supposed to be trying to leave! She'd been thrown a lifeline and she tossed it right back. What was she doing?
"Oh, I'm easy breezy. Those meters are a pain, don't risk a ticket. Why don't we just save everything for next time? Head back to the desk on your way out and they'll get you all set up. Great meeting you, Patricia. I look forward to talking to you more thoroughly." She breezily says in contrast to her acute focus. Her dual air of mystery and goodwill follows her around the corner.
The practitioner's stare doesn't even phase her, anymore. She's so happy she could kiss Dr. Jo-Stalker-Sis and wants to click her heels as she skips away, and she almost does. All she has to do is make up some excuse, cancel the appointment, then just never call back to reschedule.
She's made it back to the garage and settled in the driver's seat when decides to leave the stalking stuff to the pros like Malachai.
Why had his parents named him that anyway? It's like they expected him to be evil.
Present
Bonnie's mouth presses against his emphatically. She's greedy for his kisses and he finds it rather sweet that through all their combined brutality she's just as demanding for tenderness as she is for intensity.
The girl craves his kiss as deeply as she craves his bite; he doesn't reject her desire for teenage-style making-out because he wants her to feel seen, he wants her to feel encouraged. When he kisses her back Kai pours everything he's feeling into it, wanting to show her how much he appreciates her hunger. Her appetite rivals his own and they're feasting on each other.
Even though he was the one who demanded it he can barely take the intensity of their closeness. She's so fucking wet she's practically gushing. Bonnie the fountain. God damn. She makes him want to tap out. Several times she had tried to reach out and touch him and each time he reminded her that she had to earn it just like he said. Did she think he'd forgotten? So soon?
The reality that he's now shoving his cock into the woman he's been tailing for seven months overwhelms him and he shudders. But not so much that he loses control of himself or the situation. Bonnie moans as he slows his hips and drags out his movements. Her eyes are closed, he trails his own gaze down from her face, across her torso, and finally to where they've merged. Kai watches with rapt fascination as his dick sheathes and re-sheathes itself inside of her, enjoying watching it disappear in her folds.
After a couple of fun minutes playing hide-the-tree-trunk, he pulls out completely, making sure to drag himself slowly across her labia while she shudders. "I'm going to make you cum all over it," he says as his fingers now work against her bundle of nerves.
His other hand is smacking his dick against her already swollen lips and as soon as he says it they know it's neither a demand nor a request. It's merely a matter of time until she's a wreck, cumming while he's sheathed inside her. Before long she begins to shake like a broken washing machine. Tremors begin in her calves and work their way up her body until her mouth falls open in pleasure. The small climax she'd had already is the first of many, they are both sure of this. They both look down at his shiny slick dick, freshly wet with her essence.
With that, he eases himself back inside.
When he sticks his fingers into her mouth it strikes her again that she ought to be scared, yet all she feels is thrilled. His lips replace his digits quickly and they're just as keen to taste her.
Holding onto herself she takes the moment to ground. Did stalkers usually eat out their victims for hours on end? She wrongly assumed it would be entirely about him, but so far, it's been all about her. She's cum more in the last two hours than she has in the last two years. With someone else that is, the orgasms she's had with her vibrator outnumber stars in the solar system. And hey, masturbation was great, but it wasn't the same as having someone else making you cum. He must be enjoying himself; he's been down on his knees for the better part of the near hour they've been at it.
She had been so ready to be used in whatever way he wanted. To be honest the creep has been more invested in her own orgasms than she has. What does that say about her?
Kai just cannot help himself and pushes her hood back to bite down on her delicate clit. He expects her screams but all he gets are her moans; surprised that he's not at all disappointed by them he bites down again. Her leg only shivers as she pushes herself closer, evidently enjoying the pain.
"Does it taste like you always imagined?"
He sucks harder on the wet flesh of her cunt.
Better
He wants to tell her that his deranged fantasies of her do absolutely nothing to compare to the here and now. Of having her pinned and spread underneath him.
Rolling her around his tongue is indescribable. No amount of fantasizing about her scent, her taste, her feel, her sounds did it justice. Even his vivid imagination didn't come close.
It's also better because she wants it.
Of course, in his fantasies she always wanted it, she begged him for it, she needed him. But there were times...
Times he started to believe his darker thoughts, that maybe he was just sick, deranged. His late father's voice rang in his ear and Kai could not help but think- maybe his father was right, and he was nothing but a sick freak, an abomination. During these times he imagines that the freshly staged corpse of his father rises from the living room floor and staggers towards him, pointing an accusatory finger in his face. Screaming at Kai every misdeed and mistake he's ever made. As he had done in life.
The zombie is convincing just as often as he isn't.
Plenty of the time he laughed in the delusion's face, reminded him that Joshua was dead and dead men didn't hold any power. Other times he thinks that maybe his undead daddy is right. Maybe she really felt he wasn't good enough for her... Maybe he was imagining all of it...
Overcome by the present reality of it all, the words escape him- "I knew you wanted this," he heaves as he presses her firmly against his mouth. Eager to lap at her more fervently, as if it's possible.
"Yesss," she hisses as his skillful tongue curls around her throbbing clit, "Yes, yes, please I need this."
She should be sickened by all of 'this', and she wants to be, really, she does.
She wants to be disgusted at the fact her sweet boyfriend is mere yards away; no doubt lying face down in a puddle of his own spittle that expands by the moment. But it only makes her that much wetter. She gushes thinking of Kai and her on top of Jeremy as he lays prone and drooling in their foyer.
Soon he's inside her again, pushing himself deeper and deeper. He wants so much more, but can barely take how good she feels right now. He buries himself to the hilt, slides back out and does it again, and again, keeping steady a beat. He stays afloat by the skin of his teeth. Sweat gathers on his brow and drips down his face as he grips the headboard harder. He is surprised it hasn't snapped from the sheer force of his grip on it. She keeps doing this thing- squeezing around him, every time he feels the ground crumble beneath him. Her wetness milks him 'til he feels like he's losing his mind trying to hold out. Bonnie the Super Soaker 5,000 gives him a run for his money.
He can see now that it was her who picked him; he never stood a chance.
The man above her is punishing, he thrusts at a delicious pace and she loves it. This is exactly the sort of sick, twisted, fucked up shit she's been craving.
With Jeremy, when his attention was on her and not his ex, it was all candles and rose petals and slow burn and eye contact. Which wouldn't be so bad if he were, you know, even halfway decent at it (which he isn't). What did a girl have to do these days to get truly and properly fucked?
Attract the attention of oral surgeon Malachai Parker apparently.
And he really is giving it to her. The psycho has been rutting into her for over an hour and shows no signs of stopping. He's got the opposite of performance anxiety. She thinks he must've popped a Viagra, or several, before this, because according to her count she's seen or felt him nut a minimum of three times and he hasn't lost it yet. She stopped counting her own orgasms after the eighth. They've moved through several different positions- he's had her almost every way possible on the bed, several on the floor, and a few against the wall. She's considering, not for the first time tonight, leading them to the bathroom for some shower and/or mirror sex.
He switches between fucking her with his tongue and fucking her with his cock. She appreciates them both and has only a small preference for his tongue; never having been one to orgasm from vaginal sex- something she tried for years to impress upon Jeremy, to no avail. She was lucky to enjoy herself during their trysts and usually just focused her energy on pleasing him. Kai hasn't even given her the chance to focus on him let alone servicing or pleasing him. Around the halfway mark he had pushed her head down and shoved his cock in her mouth, but that had only lasted a few minutes before he was yanking her up and forcing her into this new pose. He seems pretty pleased now, though; if his blown wide pupils and rock-hard dick pressing into her are anything to go by, or the way he keeps biting his lips.
Before she can finish her thought, she's being flipped.
Lips find their way back to one another. Locking before either of them consciously choose it. Their movements feel driven by frenzy and some immutable magnetism. Always touching, always tangling themselves closer, weaving a cocoon around themselves. He twists his hips and moves her to be on top. Bonnie's hands immediately come to land on his lower stomach seeking purchase. She sharply thrusts her hips against his and bites her lips from the pleasure, but she's not so overcome she can't give the man a show. From this position, she can better control the depth and give herself a break from his impossibly deep strokes. The girl rises on the balls of her feet and watches his eyes go wide and she bounces on his dick. Not one to be a lazy lover, soon he's rising to meet her. Right hand perched on her knee, helping her keep balance while his left moves to the spot at the center of her thighs to reward her for her hard work.
This sex isn't like what she imagined.
All the nights she spent fantasizing next to Jeremy in bed about the man now actively inside her and she'd gotten it wrong. She thought it would be ...harder and faster than this. But Malachai the Pursuer is as patient as he is avid. Creepy Kai is clearly not the kind of idiot who confuses mindless hard thrusting for good sex. She's had her fair share of men who thought ruthlessly battering into her cervix meant a job well done and she's so grateful he isn't one of them. Even when his thrusting becomes intense, he's not just robotically shoving it in her.
The few times Jeremy tried to fuck her like this he only managed to bruise her. Which is why she stopped letting him try, but one especially sharp thrust of her stalker's expert hips and thoughts of her man drift far from her mind.
Above her, she admires his focus as he works his magic.
Kai must really have a thing for oral- this is the fourth position he's tasted her in. She doesn't mind, to say he's good with his mouth just might be the understatement of the century.
As she leans on her own neck from the odd way he's got her propped up and bent to suit his appetite, she thinks that it's nice to feel wanted. Even if it is by an unstable, and potentially homicidal, creep who had been following her for months. Perhaps even especially by him.
He's so intensely reverent that it gives her pause. He fixates on her so intently that she's disturbed by it, then she remembers he is, in fact, her stalker.
And sure, he's violent, but she hasn't been hurt yet- not really. His slapping stung, and her muscles were cramped from his rough treatment but as painful as the choking was... she loved it. Everything he does sends her into overdrive. She can barely take it; it feels so good. Jeremy never piped her like this. He probably wasn't even capable of it. She didn't imagine most men were.
(Un?)Fortunately for her, Kai Parker is nothing like most men.
So, this ain't the end, I saw you again, today
I had to turn my heart away...
You lying so low in the weeds
I bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Now wouldn't you, barracuda?
(Barracuda, Heart)
AN: It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize this is basically just BK Red Riding Hood. Like...not 'til halfway through revising chapter two. I was so focused on the wolf motif because of the Duran Duran song I completely failed to see what was right in front of me.
It's funny because I always thought Hades/Persephone was my favorite relationship trope, and do NOT get me wrong I do love it, immensely. It fits BK perfectly and I love all the fics with that theme (all of them are phenomenal but if you haven't read Him and Her you've got to check it out, Asphodel is another excellent read). I'm now realizing Red Riding Hood just might be an even bigger favorite of mine. Kai makes the perfect wolf to Bonnie's Red Riding Hood.
Anyway- what a twist, huh? I mean WHO saw that coming? Besides me...cus I wrote it... anyhoo I hope you were shocked and that you enjoyed this. I tried to hide my hand well.
This sex-fest is far from over pals, I hope you're enjoying this PWP so far because there's more in store!
Stay tuned cool cats (finger guns).