A Witch Called Bonnie Chapter 8, a vampire diaries fanfic

AN: Please enjoy this next chapter. I did this as a birthday gift for myself since Thursday was my birthday and I was working on it most of the day. As a reminder this is rated M. This chapter contains possible triggers due to violence, language and attempted rape and assault on women. Please continue to review to let me know if you are liking this story. I have not forgotten "If I say so". Thank you and stay safe and be good people.

Chapter 8

Rebekah had found many innocent villagers and had been taking them to the great hall, then leaving in search for more. She kept to the sides of the buildings and in the dark shadows. She saw the English men hacking up bodies as they laughed, she wanted to fight but she knew she couldn't put herself in any more danger than she already was so she continued on her mission.

Turning a corner she heard a scream and saw a man slapping a young woman, throwing her down to the ground laughing as he began to lift her skirt to rape her. Rebekah saw red, she growled, she wanted to shift but due to her condition she couldn't, although the color of her eyes changed from blue to yellow.

"Be still bitch," the man snarled, as the girl fought. He punched her in the mouth instantly stilling her movements. She whimpered as he ripped her skirt revealing her undergarments.

Rebekah cautiously looked around the dark corner making sure no one else would witness her attack. Controlling her breathing, dagger in hand, she slowly, albeit, cumbersomely crept up behind the man.

The young girl saw Rebekah but closed her eyes. The foul smelling brute thought she closed her eyes because of him. He grinned and continued his assault.

Swiftly, Rebekah grabbed hold of his forehead with her left hand tilting his head back and with her right hand savagely stabbed the dagger into his throat then roughly pulled the knife across his neck, slicing his throat, nearly cutting the head clean off.

Blood squirted out splashing onto the young woman's chest and face. Once she felt the blood she opened her eyes, seeing Rebekah still holding onto the man, she lifted her arms to help Rebekah push the dead body off and away from her.

"Are you hurt?" Rebekah asked concerned for the girl.

The girl stammered, "I...I am not hurt, miss. Thank you." Rebekah smiled and extended her hand to assist the girl to her feet. "We have to hurry back to the great hall." Rebekah warned.

As they headed for safety, they were waylaid by two men with swords. "That is Connor's bitch," a short stocky boy called out to the other young man, who was tall and lanky.

Rebekah contemplated her next move. The young girl was holding onto her arm shaking. Rebekah pushed her behind her back taking a protective stance in front of her.

"Little boys shouldn't play with swords they could get hurt." She taunted

"Get out of my way and I will not hurt you." Her heart was pounding in her chest and she wasn't sure how she was going to get out of this situation, but she would be damned if she would allow these boys to hurt the girl or herself.

"You talk a lot for a woman with a babe in her belly and a target on her head," the lanky one laughed.

Rebekah knew that she could take the skinny one if he didn't shift, but not the stocky one. She had to make sure she provoked the one she could fight without hurting her baby.

"You talk a lot for a boy who hasn't gotten his cock wet yet," Rebekah mocked while giving her signature smirk.

The stocky boy laughed.

"You cunt, I'll show you how much of a man I am when my cock is in your mouth." The lanky one hissed and then lunged for her, but Rebekah was ready. She had her bloodied hand with the dagger in it behind her back the entire time she was talking.

The boy had a short sword but looked inexperienced with it, not holding it properly as he came at her. She waited for him to get closer, then she would strike.

Just about to make her move the young man fell to the ground dead. Looking down she saw two daggers in his chest. She smiled in relief.

Seeing his comrade dead, the short stocky boy started to charge at the two girls, but before anyone could react, with shock and disbelief on his face, he staggered then fell to the ground with a gaping hole where his heart once was.

Marcellus was making his way to the great hall to check on Rebekah when he spotted her being confronted by the two young men, so he made his way towards her while she antagonized them.

He wasn't near enough to use his sword to fight the boy so when the tall lanky one approached her, he threw his daggers aiming for his heart.

Kol revelled in the carnage. He preferred to semi shift using his fangs and claws to kill, shred and eviscerate; tearing flesh from bone and limbs from bodies. He went to and fro attacking men and wolves, he was looking for his next body when he saw Marcellus stealthily walking towards the great hall. As he directed his line of sight he saw what had Marcellus moving in that direction, Rebekah and another girl were being threatened by two idiots.

Kol was ready to kill the skinny kid, but Marcellus beat him to it, but the stocky piece of shit wasn't so lucky and when he moved, Kol ran up behind him using his sharp claws to grab for his heart through his back, pulling it out along with bits of his spine.

All eyes went from the body on the ground to Kol who was standing there with a shit eating grin. "I think we need to get you two in the great hall." He said.

Bonnie left her hut with one satchel hanging around her neck and under her right arm and another on her other side, the straps criss-crossed over her chest. She had two daggers, one in her left thigh high boot and the other attached to her left thigh. She discarded wearing a traditional dress instead she wore leather pants, the color of burnt orange with a mid thigh skirt attached with slits on either side, a white linen cropped blouse with huge flowy sleeves that gathered at the ends. Over the blouse she wore a leather fitted vest with thin leather strings threaded criss-cross in front to close the two sides securely.

Over her clothes and satchels she wore her hooded cloak and she secured her hair in one long braid securing the tail end in a ball at the nape of her head.

She could feel the uneasiness of the forest and its inhabitants as the men trampled and stomped around destroying and displacing the foliage and cutting wood for fires. She could see the smoke billowing in the sky and smell the awful burning odor.

As she crouched down near a large rock about hundred feet from a campsite. She only saw ten or fifteen men, she surmised that she could handle such a small number.

"Some of the teuchters say this forest is haunted, cursed even," a burly man said out loud, sitting near the fire to keep warm.

The man next to him laughed, "Don't tell me you are afraid of a bunch of old Scottish wives'tales, Alford." The man mocked.

"Shut up Edgar. These parts are full of shit that will make your skin crawl," Alford persisted.

"Haunted my ass, this is the best way to get to the MacDougall village unnoticed. So pipe down and stop your bellyaching about faeries and the like." A tall muscled man commanded.

Bonnie decided to back away from the men and go in the other direction when she felt a hand on her arm tugging her firmly against a hard body. "Well looky here," said a foul smelling man with a lecherous smile and deep scar under his right eye. He lustfully eyed her up and down, licking his lips as he did.

Bonnie started fighting against him, he slapped her hard, causing her to see stars then he hoisted her up over his shoulder. Unceremoniously he dropped her next to the fire near the other men.

"What is this," one man questioned with lust in his eyes, "never seen a woman that color before."

"I think we found one of Alford's faeries. I see why them teuchters said stay clear of the woods, now. They keeping the goods to themselves," the one that grabbed Bonnie said jokingly.

"I want a piece of that ass." Shouted another man.

"I go first, I found her."

"Alright but save some for the rest and hurry it up we gotta get moving to meet the rest of the men on the other side of this godforsaken forest."

Bonnie didn't understand all of what they were saying but by their actions and looks she could infer what they had in mind to do to her. She kicked, hit and squirmed as the smelly man yanked her by her leg dragging her a few feet away from the others.

As he struggled to hold her and get his trousers down and unfasten her garments, Bonnie stopped moving. "Yeah you want this big cock," he gleefully taunted assuming she was giving up as she stilled her herself.

Bonnie closed her eyes, relaxing her body, feeling the soil and grass beneath her, hearing the waterfall in the distance, she sunk further digging her nails into the rich dirt. As she delighted in the feel of the dirt under her nails and in her hands she allowed her magic to uncoil, tendrils of magic reaching down into the earth, reaching, seeking, touching, and connecting with nature and the living vegetation, magically charging the whole of Farigaig forest.

Roots slithered and coiled towards the unsuspecting vile man as he was straddling Bonnie, the only warning he received was the rustling of leaves and the snapping of branches, a strangled gasp was the only sound he made as the tentacle like roots attached themselves around his neck and appendages pulling his body away from Bonnie.

He struggled fruitlessly on the ground as the roots and vines squeezed tighter. Bonnie stood over the incapitated man as he looked at her with pleadings, bulbous eyes, tilting her head slightly as if contemplating him, she flicked her wrist and instantly, in an explosion of blood and guts, his body was ripped apart.

"What the hell is taking him so long?" One man complained, wanting his turn with the dark skinned woman they had found.

The leader commanded, "Go check!"

"The bloody hell?" Exclaimed Alford as he shot up from his seat. The other men did the same as they watched as a mist quickly moved through the forest from the east. Within minutes the men were surrounded by the conjured haze that snuffed out their fires.

Unable to see clearly but hearing the sounds of foliage moving and the movements of animals, the men began to panic, going for their weapons. A loud shriek was heard that caused all the men to scatter.

Running without thought of where they were going, the men split off in all different directions.

Bonnie called to the supernatural inhabitants of the forest, her voice carried on the wind like a soft whisper, a siren's song that beckoned them to listen and obey.

"Glaoim ort teacht chun cinn agus do theach a chosaint ar na hionróirí sin!"

In the dark, surrounded by a veil of mist two men followed the blue lights they saw. Thinking the lights would direct them to the clearing and out of the forest, they ran closely following the flickering lights.

The sprites fluttered and danced leading the men deeper into the forest. The men ran, hitting branches, falling over protruding vines, mindlessly following the mischievous sprites into their cave. Their faint cries were soon silenced as hundreds of sprites swarmed them using their tiny sharp teeth and claws to tear the flesh from bone.

Bonnie saw Alford leaning over gasping for breath, swiftly with her short knife in hand she ran and leaped up on his back, locking her legs around his waist. Flaying and turning, trying to get her off his back the large man toppled over falling face down on the ground due to his clumsy movements and the weight of Bonnie's body.

Now Bonnie straddled him, pinning his arms to his side, grabbing a handful of hair she violently jerked his head up and slit his throat.

Quickly getting up after wiping her blade on his body, she continued to run, all around her she could hear the cries and screams of men as the forest dealt with them without mercy.

If you want to know what Bonnie said, she said "I call to you arise and protect your home from these invaders!" At least I hope that is what she said...lol