A/N: hey guys, remember me? with school coming back and my muse being absolutely shit, it took way longer than I anticipated for this chapter to get done. but here it finally is...and I really hope y'all enjoy it. don't forget to review p.s. this chapter might be a little triggering for some, so this is a fair warning.
"I feel great, Kai." As soon as the words left my mouth I immediately knew they were untrue. Physically I was okay, even though I had a headache that quite literally snuck up on me. Mentally? Now that was a different story. Something was wrong. I could feel it. I was with Kai for goodness sakes, nothing could be right while being in the same room as him. Speaking of room, where was I?
I scanned the disclosed place with my eyes. The walls were a pretty peach color with hard wood floors and sleek table tops. The bed I was sitting on was still neat, which was surprising because I was always a wild sleeper. Whenever I had sleepovers at Care or Elena's house they would always complain about me either slapping or kicking them in the face.
"You day dream a lot, don't you?" Kai asked with an amused look on his face. Why was he smiling? And why did I imagine myself tracing the curves of his lips with my fingers? My head and body reacted differently towards his words. Usually whenever he spoke or was around me, I didn't try to hold in the amount of distaste and hate I had for him. I'd let it all out without caring one bit. But now I was smiling back at him. I now had an unusual urge to just be around him.
"Daydreaming about what we may or may not have done in this room. Tell me Kai, did you touch me while I was asleep?" Where did that come from? Now I was flirting with him. Which was admittedly odd, but not entirely disgusting.
He smirked. "Naughty girl."
A memory flashed in the back of my mind. "You've called me that before. In 1994. I hated you so much then."
"And how do you feel about me now?"
"I . . . like you?" I said with question dripping out my mouth.
"Is that a question?"
"I actually like you." I verified. "So," I said while scooting next to him slowly. "You mind telling me what the hell is wrong with me? I promise I won't get upset." I said as I stuck my bottom lip out.
His eyes not so subtly flickered to my lower lip and quickly back to my eyes again. "Promise?" he repeated.
"Cross my heart and hope to die."
He chuckled. "I made you mine."
"And what does that mean? What spell did you cast to make me 'yours'?"
"You want the whole story or the edited one?"
"The one that gets straight to the point."
"It was a manipulation spell. I cast it when you were trying to kill me."
The memory flashed through my mind as it came back to me. I was on top of Kai strangling him. I was so close to killing him, but I ultimately failed. A splitting headache overtook me as I fell to the ground in
pain. I remember feeling like I was dying.
"So you basically tried to kill me to make me 'yours'?"
"You tried to kill me too. Besides you were already half way gone anyways. Trying to kill me by strangulation? That's kinda brutal Bon-bon," he teased halfheartedly. "You're a witch. You could've killed me with magic, but you chose not to. Why do you think that is?"
I thought back to the feeling of my hands around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. I felt his windpipes underneath my thumbs and heard his staggered breathing. He began to struggle less and less and I knew that he was dying. The feeling that I got from that was euphoric. I never felt that way before. Besides me almost killing every 'big bad' in Mystic Falls, I've never actually killed anyone besides myself. The keeling of Kai's life literally in the palm of my hands was something I'd never forget . . . power. Actual power. The only time I've ever even felt a smidge of power was when I almost killed Klaus-with a thousand witches' power in me. But that feeling doesn't even compare to what I felt yesterday. Power was the ability to take. Take from the lesser and the higher.
"I wanted you to suffer," I began. "For everything you had done to me. How you shot me with an arrow, how you stabbed me and left me alone in that prison. And I know that I'd blame Damon for that, but it was you. You left me there to die like I was nothing. I never felt so much hatred towards someone a day in my life, until I met you."
"So I wanted you to suffer," I continued. "Snapping your neck? Too easy. Plus, there's no fun in that. But strangulation? Seeing and feeling your breathing almost give out because of my hands wrapped around your neck? That was what I wanted; what I needed. I wanted you to suffer, just like I did. Because I wanted to die," I chuckled. "I would think to myself, 'is this the day that I finally grow some balls and kill myself?' Like actually slit my wrists or OD or something. But it never happened. And here we are now."
Kai looked at me like a deer in headlights. "A-and here we are," he repeated. "Do you still want to kill me?"
"No," I answered immediately.
"So what do you want from me?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
His eyes darkened. "All I ever wanted was you. But you'd never chose me over your friends, so I took you."
I breathed in inwardly. Here I was, Bonnie Sheila Bennett, do-gooder of Mystic Falls, sacrificial lamb, and all around best friend, shacking it up with Kai Parker, a sociopathic murderer.
"So how are we going to play this out?" I questioned. "What's your endgame here?"
"I don't know yet," he answered. "What I do know is that we're going to pay a little visit to your friends . . . sooner rather than later."