Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me...

Hey, friend heyyy! Just like the title says this is a bonus scene. Let me know what you think of it, I won't be mad if you curse me out for not including it and I won't be mad if you think it's Too Much. Like all fic authors, I loveeee, love, LOVEEE reviews, but especially for this, I'd like to request feedback.

Imagine this fits somewhere between chapters 3/4- I never really figured out a *place* for it, so you can use your imagination to decide where you think it fits best. Obviously, after the scene where Bonnie runs her little game.

Krazy Kai coming up in:

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She'll only come out at nights
The lean and hungry type
Nothing is new
I've seen her here before
Watching and waiting
Ooh, she's sittin' with you
But her eyes are on the door...

I wouldn't if I were you
I know what she can do
She's deadly man
And she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter
Ooh, the beauty is there
But a beast is in the heart

(Maneater, Hall & Oates)

Is she fucking him?

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no- this cannot be happening. His eyes must be deceiving him, they've got to be. This is a trick.

At least he wishes it were.

He blinks, still not convinced this isn't an insomnia-induced hallucination. When he looks back up his gut churns at the sight he's met with.

Holy shit, she's actually fucking him. In the entire time he's watched, he's never caught them together- and Kai's not naive- he knew it must have been happening at some point. He wasn't silly enough to think just because he kept missing them it wasn't going on. He knew their relationship was mostly dry and that was enough for him. Out of sight, out of mind.

At least that's what he told himself every time stray thoughts wandered to her sex life. But now, well it all means nothing now because it's no longer out of his sight, and no longer out of his mind. Right now- right this very moment- right before his very own fucking eyes- she's fucking fucking him!

How can she do this!? He's going to be sick. After everything he's done for her, after all the time he's spent with her, this is how she repays him? With this...with this sick stunt. This- this bullshit?

The nerve of her, the gall! How dare she! How can she do this?! How can she betray him this way?! HIM.

The one person who's silently supported her through thick and through thin, the person who's been unraveling his whole life for her, the person who's willing to do whatever it takes for her to be safe and happy.

He bloodied his hands for her- risked ruining his career, his reputation, his entire life- for her. Kai managed to avoid federal prison once, and he took that risk on again, all for Bonnie. He's confident he won't be caught for anything, but it's the principle.

He should steal her away right now. Just race up the stairs and haul her off to his lair like some dastardly old-timey villain, the kind with a twirly-ended mustache who ties women to railroad tracks. Bonnie would be cute as his distressed damsel.

No, better-

He ought to sprint in there and wring out Jeremy right now while she rides him. That'd show her.

Let her scream and cry over her dead fucking boyfriend while he sneaks out just as easily as he snuck in. He doesn't even want to take her with him right now. How can he plan to have her all to himself when he's watching her bounce on another man? A man who is so much of a loser he can hardly be called a man at all.

Even better still-

He ought to hide in her closet and wait 'til morning.

Peeking out into her bedroom from the recesses and shadows.

Peering out as she showers and as she takes care of her body afterward, rubbing oil and lotion and perfume into her tender, supple flesh.

Watching as she gently gets into bed and her mind slips into the land of nod.

Standing over her pliant body in the night dark of her room.

After watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, bending closer to smell her sweetness, counting her breaths, and half willing her to wake up and catch him- he'll tuck back into the closet. There he'll wait until the sun begins to inch through the suite, touching more and more of the air around her until it lands gently on her face and tickles her awake.

When she rises, when she moves around the room to greet the day, he'll be alert— he'll be ready. Senses sharp as ever as she darts about until finally, she heads toward him. He won't do something as predictable and cliché as wait moment by moment…

...until her hand is on the knob...

...she's opening it slowly,

…she's reaching inside...

No, he's just gonna shove out as soon as she gets close enough that he can grab her. Shout something like- Surprise! Or Here's Johnny!

And he wants to be able to flesh out the fantasy from there. More than anything he wants to call upon who he knew himself in this core to be. To the him that was. Before this, before her. Back to before whatever the fuck was happening to him. But he can't summon any previous hateful iteration of himself because he can't fucking think of anything after tackling her. Because the thought of anything more, the thought of anything worse, is tearing something apart inside of him. It makes him feel things he doesn't want to think about, and he can't figure out why. What is happening to him?

Where is the violence? Where is his fury?

He can't feel anything but- but hurt. He doesn't understand pain that doesn't birth rage. He doesn't understand pain that doesn't motivate action.

What is this? He hates this.

She's fucking the dimwit and he feels gross.

Worse than gross, he feels empty. He feels betrayed. The girl doesn't even know he exists, and she's broken him. He shuts his eyes and tries once again to force himself to think about slitting her throat and only comes away feeling achingly wretched. Choking, drowning, bashing- none of them take. He cannot do it. It fills him with disgust and shame and humiliation to consider mutilating her or harming her. It fills him with those same feelings twice over to consider how far he's fallen. The lack of intimacy between the two people above is the one thing that tethered him, the one thing he's been holding on to. She's his. She belongs to him. And now, Jeremy is getting his filthy fingers on and in his toy. He's going to be sick.

No, really, he's going to be sick.

Kai turns his head to the side and all his pain rushes out from his gut and to the ground beneath. It doesn't make him feel better, but what he sees when he turns back does, and to think he almost missed it blowing chunks in the gutter.

He's overcome with laughter.

From puking to cackles is a quick transition, but he'll take it and whatever whiplash it brings because this is hilarious. He turned his head back to the window just in time to see the spaz strikeout. One second Bonnie's bouncing away and the next her perfect brown head is hanging in shame. From there, she's back on her feet walking away looking pissed while Jeremy is scrambling to get up and follow after her.

Kai has always prided himself on his perceptive capabilities. He's seen all he needs to piece this puzzle together. She looks so incensed walking away from her premature boo. The faces they wear respectively show her clear frustration and his clear embarrassment. Serves her right. He can't even bring himself to feel for her as she hops off the limp lap and sinks away to her bathroom. Probably to scrub her skin of embarrassment.

Or to take matters into her own hands.

God, if only he could be there for her, waiting in her steamed-up glass shower to finish her off. Press her against the glass and make her dirtier while they tried to get clean. He could wash her hair as she sucked him off, then bend her over the side of the tub. Shower sex is dangerous, but he'll risk it ('it' being slipping and snapping his neck, breaking his scapula, or something otherwise cartoonish like that) all for his Bonnie-boo. He knows he can show her a better time during a twenty-minute shower than Jeremy can give on his best night. She'd be so grateful to him she'd be screaming his name so loud the heavens could hear. It's not his fault he's got what she needs.

That is the thought that sends him home.

He never takes sloppy seconds and he's never the clean-up crew. Jeremy Gilbert just saved Kai's fucking life. He saved his own life too because so help him, had they finished he would have snapped his neck- Bonnie's libido be damned.

Jeremy has saved them both this night.

He knows he should stop this... but... he can't. He's powerless against it, against her.

He can't forget her verdant eyes and how they look when they don't know she's seeing him.

How she tucks her hair behind her ear when she wants to hear something better.

How her cute little mouth is slightly askew.

The way her eyebrows arch dramatically when she's scrutinizing something.

Most of all he loves how she hides herself in plain sight. She presents as if she's oh so sweet; so demure and innocent, but for anyone who truly cares to look, she's right there. Sitting out in the open. Bonnie Bennett in broad daylight. The fools in her life who don't actually see her are using her up; he's the only one who knows her, who really even tries to.

Elena, Jeremy, Damon-they're parasites; bloodsuckers who are literally thieving her life force. If allowed to continue they won't stop until they totally consume her. They won't quit until she's all gone. He cannot, will not, sit idly by while they leech from her. He refuses to.

That's why he's fixing everything for her, fixing everything for the two of them.

He's in deep and he knows there's no way out... but through...

And I'ma love you girl
The way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us...
And I'm gon' give you girl
What you fiend
I'm the drug in your veins
Just fight through the pain

He's what you want, he's what you want...
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need...

I got everything you want with me
I do everything he does times three
And he don't gotta know
I got you on the floor
Doin' things you never thought you'd do...

(What You Need, The Weeknd)

AN: So, this didn't make the cut for a few reasons but mainly: I think it's honestly a bit too ham-fisted, ya know? Like- it's overkill.

First off, wayyyyyy too many eff bombs.

Secondly, we already know Kai wants Bonnie and we already know he hates Jeremy. I don't think the scene contextualizes his feelings beyond, "I don't wanna kill/hurt Bonnie anymore/ as much" and "my feelings are hurt."

I do think it would have been a nice opportunity to show how Kai's more sadistic feelings have transformed and how he feels about that, like that confrontation of how much different he's becoming. As weird as this is going to sound...I don't like Kai's possessiveness here, it's a little too objectifying. As much as I love CNC and dubcon (like I said before) it still makes me feel...odd to write (that's a very simplified way to put it). I already wrote this little stalker thing, I didn't wanna also have him talking about feeling like she is his property ad nauseam.

I want Kai to see Bonnie not as a thing to be possessed, but as a *person* he wants. I don't want his desire to come from entitlement which is why I tried to show Kai's feelings as being deceptively simple. My goal, whether I executed it well or not- was to show that Kai misunderstands a lot about people-himself included. He misunderstood his sister, he misunderstood Bonnie, he misunderstood his own feelings. It's hard for him to see people as they really are, like Bonnie, he also wears a mask. Both Bonnie and he hide from both others and themselves- they're aware of this to varying degrees. I wanted to show him having to look at that and confront that he was wrong. Kai has ego to spare, it's fun to mess with it a bit and throw him off balance. That's what I like about BK- Bonnie matches Kai and exceeds his expectations. She keeps him guessing and on his toes- that's where I wanted attraction to come from, not the idea she's his ...thing.

I wrote it, but I don't love that line about Bonnie being Kai's toy. I want to be clear I know I probably sound silly to have written this fic about stalking and to now be talking about wanting to avoid objectification but...idk...it's a weird line to navigate and I hope you understand what I mean here.

Ultimately, TL;DR- I think adding this would have escalated Kai to a point I wasn't sure how to bring him back from. Spending so much time showing him having a jealousy-induced episode would have required even more re-writing and re-structuring, and honestly? I just didn't have the energy to do it justice.

But there you have it- Kai's POV to the scene. Let me know what you think.