Save me

Part 2

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You caused the rain and I bought you pain

But you're the only one who can save me

There's a light in your window

Her life is full of dark alley's she muses as she staggers into one to escape the filthy character assassination she allowed herself to enjoy tonight. Maybe it's the alcohol or the hours of flavoured air inside the rave with the smoke, sweat, and drunken bodies, but she feels as though she's teetering with every step she takes forward. The alley seems to stretch forever in her vision and she suddenly has no idea of where she's going so she stops and leans against a rough surface to catch her breath because her breath is coming in quick, panicked, short waves. This can't be good.

Just when she thinks the dark isn't holding Kai or his annoying persistence somewhere nearby, she hears the unmistakable sound of shuffling footsteps. The music is still blaring making the ground under her vibrate so she's unsure of whether she should start calling our threats soon. But then college boy steps out of the shadows all giddy to see her and she groans, loudly.

She was heaving drunk.

'Hey...for a minute I thought I stepped into something back there, but then you really told him.' He was talking about Kai. So he was listening.

Bonnie glared at him unkindly. Normally, she would attempt a civil conversation with a member of the opposite sex who's interested in her and hasn't tried to kill, maim her or betray her in some way. But tonight, she was a swirl of sick emotions. She didn't want this boy making nice with her. 'Go away...I'm not really into you.'

College boy blinked and she swore she saw his expression shift from eager puppy to something infinitesimally rotten. The guffaw of laughter is nervous, but expected. So, she folds her arms over her chest, feeling a soft chill crawl up her ribs thinking she should have brought something warm to wear over her revealing tank top. 'Umm, are you sure, it seemed like it was going pretty well before that guy turned up? I thought we were really getting on.'

Bonnie snorted. She was being unfair to him, really. But this was the new, no-shit taking version of her and she wasn't about to cave into niceness because a boy developed a hard-on dancing with her. 'Look, you were great, but didn't rock my world, so just take a clue and just leave me alone, trust me...you don't want to get on my bad side. Not tonight.'

Not any night, she thinks darkly making to turn away and start walking because her legs are finally steadier and her vision isn't swimming so bad.

'Why not sweetheart? I like you. You don't have to like me back.'

Bonnie stumbles a few steps ahead of him, feeling another jerk of annoyance. Her mind was getting oddly foggier and she remembers thinking that she can't be that drunk. Her vision was starting to become narrower as the darkness around her became alive with sinister intentions. 'Whoa, let me help you there...come on...it's okay now.'

His hand wraps around her elbow painfully and she doesn't like the obvious sneer in his face. 'What did you do to me?' She asks feeling rage bubbling inside the languid stupor.

She's been drugged. Fucking college boy spiked her tequila. She never drinks quite as much after coming from her prison because it just makes her emotions run wild. And wild emotions meant expression magic. So, no way had she drunk enough to lose control of her mental and physical faculties.

'You're going to be okay princess, just come with me.' Bonnie's legs carry her forward in the direction he wants her to go, but on the inside she's calling on her magic to bolster her into action. Nothing happens, except her breaking out into sweat and dreadful sense of doom because her magic is docile and it's probably due to whatever this shithead put in her drink. It's suppressing her ability to fight back.

Physically, he towered over her and his lean, muscled arms had her in an unbreakable bind. Panic descends over her and it's all too familiar, 'You-don't you dare...i'll kill you!' She tries for an assertive tone, but her words are slurred and they don't seem have the effect she's hoping on him because he's literally dragging her now as her knees give away from the deepening effects of the drug.

'Yeah...sure, whatever, keep mouthing off and this will be even more difficult.'

The threat is a thinly veiled attempt at sushing her and it only makes her angrier. But that's good because anger makes her more alert even if it's for a miniscule moment. She focuses on the shifting shadows of the alley and reaches out, calling to the nearest source of magic before passing out in the douchebag's arms.

Help me. I need 'your' help.

Even though her vision is gone and she's mostly slumped in college boy's arms, she feels a magical wrath swirling around them and there's a deafening crack somewhere before she goes free falling to the ground, hitting her head squarely on cement.

There's faint whisper of her name in a familiar voice nearby, but she's already gone before strong arms gather her up again and lift her.

She lying on her side and it's warm wherever she was. It was the kind of warmth that made you want to keep drifting in and out for another few hours, but something jolt's her awake from the serenity. She knows she's not in her dorm, or in her bed. The warm shrug over her isn't familiar.

Bonnie rolls over quickly and almost falls off the couch she was comfortably stretched out on because 'he's' sitting on a chair nearby, hunched over, watching her intently.

'Kai...'

'You're okay...thank god.' He smiles, clearly relieved and it unnerves her enough to remember what happened. Her mind struggles to connect events with reality, but pain assaults her forehead as she sits up in a rush, reminding her, 'I'm okay? What happened to the jackass?'

The question earned her a look so severe she almost recoiled this time. 'I took care of him, he didn't touch you, I promise.'

I promise. That reassured her more than she imagined it would and it revolted her. She had no need for reassurances from him. 'I told you not to follow me, I made it pretty clear this time.'

Maybe the calm between them disturbed her, but even with a groggy memories and a throbbing forehead she found she couldn't sit still. 'Bonnie...' He started gently, like you would talk to someone not quite in their right mind, 'I didn't follow you...you called me to you.'

'LIAR!...you're a fucking liar!' she screamed spilling long bottled emotions inside of her. He stayed where he was while she backed up, assessing her options. She grabbed the nearest sharp utensil she could find in the connecting kitchenette and pointed it at him because her magic was still out of commission and that made her feel mad. She hated being powerless again, at Kai's mercy again.

'You called me telepathically. You were in trouble...can you try to remember that?' He urged gently while she wildly looked for an escape route. She did remember calling out to the nearest source of magic, but god help her, she would never admit that to him. 'Why did you bring me here?! Why not take me to a hospital, or home?'

He watches her struggling with the door to a bedroom and remains rooted to the spot unhelpfully, 'I thought you wouldn't want your friends to see you ...like this.' She might have looked sceptical because he quickly added, 'Otherwise, you wouldn't be at a rave in another town. Right? I just, I didn't want you to feel worse.'

She didn't answer him because the idea that he may understand her motives so well over the last few weeks disturbs her. But this is the game they play isn't it? She understands his desire for a reprieve, and he understands her desire to destroy him for it, even if that meant she might end up destroying herself in the process.

'Did I kill him?' She finally asks closing her eyes, her tone despondent even to her ears as a wave of nausea swept over her. But it wasn't at the thought of killing the bastard who drugged her; it was because her magic was still missing like missing piano keys. It was there. Just inside somewhere, pulsing and throbbing. Her access had been limited due to the tequila and drugs in her system.

'No, you were going to kill him...I just took care of him. He'll probably need stitches, but that's about it.'

She's hardly prepared for anger that assaults her. Clearly, so is Kai because he's taken aback by her snarl.

'Why!?...how dare you stop me! What right do you have?!' she rages as a cool glass of water explodes near her, 'He drugged me, he was going to rape me. He was waste of space. The world would have been a better place without a son of bitch like him!'

Kai's backing up now because she's advancing on him with a paring knife and random objects have started swirling around the room in a disjointed circle of danger. The magic is coming back. She feels it bubbling upwards through her veins like poison. 'Bonnie...you put the fear of god in the guy. He'll never do this to anyone, ever again...'

'How do you know that? You don't know that! He could be out looking for someone else to attack! I'm going to find him and I'm going to finish him.' She tells him matter-of-factly while he looks on horrified at the admission. He makes a silent decision and moves towards her despite the knife in her hand, rage making her tremble all over. 'This isn't you Bonnie. I stopped you because you wouldn't want someone's blood on your hands. Your friends would-'

She cuts him off, 'Fuck my friends! You think you know me now Kai!? Is that it?! You don't know me or what I've become in all those months alone when you left me to die alone, you don't know me now, you don't know what I'm willing to become.'

He has the grace to look ashamed then, breaking eye contact completely. The bitterness in her voice is enough warning, he doesn't follow her to the front door where she angrily grapples with the locks, pulling and pushing at the handle, kicking at the beast of a door. 'Fuck you! Fuck you!...' she starts ranting and kicking at the damn door feeling her vision blur because the frustrating thing is that despite the upsurge of magic inside, she's unable to magic his front door open and because she wants the college boy to die because she's sick of everyone getting away with what they do to her.

Because she's sick of being drugged, stabbed, beaten, and abandoned.

And he's next to her suddenly, dragging her by her upper arms in a vice like grip as she shrieks unrestrainedly into his face. His lips touch hers briefly before he brings her closer to him. He's all biceps, large muscles, and stubble and she breaks down apathetically in his arms, with his stubble touching her lips and his chest heaving with the effort to restrain her, clamping her jaw between his fingers. She balls up her fists and hits him repeatedly as he leans in for a harsh, unloving kiss, the swirling objects in the room fall with a resounding thud on to the carpeted floor.

They slide down to the floor in a tangle of limbs as he continues to hold her until the worst of her tears are unburdened on his shoulder and she tells him she hates him deeply, forever and nothing will make them even. Not even this.

Kai looks at her seriously now as managed to pull longer breaths into her lungs, 'I know... I'll call Damon to take you home.' He tells her kissing her forehead chastely before leaving her to cradle her pain by his front door.

The End