Resurrection: Chapter Four

By V.C. Turner

Damon threw his phone against the brick wall with enough force to shatter the expensive device into pieces slightly larger than dust. She wasn't answering him. No phone calls. No texts. Nothing. He thought after all they'd been through, she'd at least give him the courtesy of letting him know she'd arrived safely at God Knows Where with the resurrected bastard son of Satan.

To bring Kai back, of all the people she could have witchy woo wooed back into existence - it just made no damned sense. She never even told him what she was planning, but then again, he would have stopped her. He could have tied her up, locked her in the basement, or something other than just sit by and allow her to raise the dead and then just disappear.

She had no right to leave him. He had finally come to terms with waiting for Elena while Bonnie lived her life. But she owed him. He didn't just save her for Elena. He saved her for himself. She was his friend, too.

How could he protect her if she was going to be absent from his life?

Protect Bonnie. The thought made Damon chuckle a bit. Though he had promised Emily Bennett that he'd protect her descendants, Bonnie was more than a promise. Of all the people he called friend, Bonnie always accepted and acknowledged him for who he was: the bad, the good, the impulsive bastard of a vampire that cared so much it hurt everyone around him. She wasn't looking to change or save him. There was no pretending with her, which is part of the reason she frustrated him so much. He had no choice but to be honest.

Damon's anger rekindled. She'd abandoned him and worst of all, he missed her for it. He broke one of the barstools in the kitchen and threw it into the fireplace, the loud clash resonating throughout the house.

As he picked up a second stool, Stefan calmly walked into the room and Damon was quickly reminded of Kai's insistence that killing Stefan was the only way to break the spell and save both Bonnie and Elena. Killing his brother wasn't an option. He was stuck – which was a place Damon hated being.

"Well, I see you're finding new ways to redecorate," Stefan said as he picked up a shard of wood and tossed it into the flames.

"What can I do for you brother?" Damon asked.

"Well, you can start by not trashing the house, again," Stefan answered.

"I'm just letting out a little healthy rage, that's all," said Damon.

"Look Damon, I know you miss her –" Stefan began.

"It's not just that, Damn it. She didn't goodbye and I don't even know where she is."

"Of course you do. Elena's in the crypt, why would you ...," Stefan appeared to be considering his words carefully, "You mean Bonnie, don't you?"

Damon's look of guilt stunned Stefan into silence.

"Yeah," Damon said in a voice only slightly above a whisper.

"Hey, what is really going on between you two?" asked Stefan.

Damon picked up another stool to toss into the fire, but his brother snatched it from his hands.

"Nothing, okay. Nothing is going on," Damon answered.

"Well, that may be true, but you're acting like it's more than nothing. I haven't seen you like this in a while," Stefan said, "Wait a minute…Did you guys?"

"No!" Damon yelled back, offended at the implication, but intrigued by the imagery the suggestion brought to mind.

"Really? Nothing happened?" Stefan asked.

"No. No. I just – God help me – I actually like her now. She keeps me sane, or some close approximation of it," Damon answered.

"I see, so nothing more than that," Stefan countered.

Damon considered the question before answering. Bonnie was beautiful, brave, patient, honest, loyal and strong. In another life, being with her would make so much sense. She was fearless in the face of danger and his entire existence was dangerous.

Damon proceeded to pick up the rest of the shattered wood as Stefan watched his every move.

"Oh God, there is more to it than that," Stefan pointed out, "So Elena tells you to go live your life – not wait for her, and you decide that life is gonna be with Bonnie?"

"That's not what this is, Stefan," Damon answered.

"Well, that's what it looks like. It also looks like you're trying to have your cake and eat it too."

"And why can't I?" the words came out of Damon's mouth without the benefit of censorship.

"Damon, look, I can't stop you, but what are you going to do? Condemn Elena's best friend to what? How many years is she going to have with you? You can't give her kids. You can't turn her. If you do this, the Bennett line ends with Bonnie. Have you thought about that?"

"Stefan, Bonnie and I are friends now, alright. That's it," he said, taking a swig of bourbon from a glass on the counter.

"But…" Stefan gave Damon a knowing look.

"But what, little brother?"

"You have feelings for her, don't you?"

"I feel – something," Damon admitted, "Look, I'm just not in the mood to lose another woman I care about, okay? "

"Okay," Stefan sighed.

"Hey, don't you have better things to do than try go figure out my romantic status? I'll make it easy: next time, check Facebook," Damon joked.

Stefan shook his head in defeat.

"Hey, I've got a possible lead on where Lily may be hiding. I was hoping we could follow up on it together."

"Still chasing after ripper mommy? Talk about your hopeless endeavors," Damon snapped.

Stefan threw up his hands in defeat, and then turned on his heel.

"Suit yourself – wallow, moan, groan. Whatever you want," Stefan added before heading out the door, "You know, at least I'm doing something".

Damon watched as Stefan got into his car and drove off toward town.

"Well, brother, I am doing something," he said to himself, grabbing his car keys from the counter and his jacket from foyer, "I've got a witch to bring home."

Bonnie observed intently as Kai inflated the air mattress, placing it in front of the fireplace at the witch mansion. She studied his every motion, trying not to be entranced by the simple movements he was making.

"Watching me do this can't possibly be interesting," Kai muttered, "What's on your mind?"

"Just thinking about what you said at my house, that's all," Bonnie answered.

Kai stopped arranging the mattress and looked up.

"Which part? It's true; the spell really is bound by Stefan. Your family figured it was the best way for the Salvatores and the Gilberts to let you live your life without always sacrificing it for them."

"No, I get that even though I don't know how I feel about it yet," Bonnie explained, "I mean the part about..."

Bonnie didn't know how she felt about repeating his impulsive declaration of love for her during his fight with Damon. She didn't understand how he could feel that way about anyone- especially her.

"Ah, still wrapping your brain around the 'I love her Damon' thing?" he asked, standing up and walking to her.

"You could say that," she pointed out, "It's not really something I expected to hear from you."

Kai leaned against the back of a tattered sofa and explained.

"I could give you a long-winded statement about the way I feel, but that's not me," he said, "It's just that the only time I feel like a decent human being is when you're around and you make me want to feel that way, Bonnie. You make me want to deserve you; even if I don't."

Bonnie took a deep breath, as if the air in the room would somehow cool her down from the heat his words created in her.

"Wow, I, um, I wish I had a good response for that," she added.

"Don't worry," he said, smiling, "I'm not waiting for you to say it back. I'm just happy you haven't tried to kill me yet."

"Well," Bonnie joked as she poked him in the shoulder, "It's still early!"

"Ok, now you're gonna get it," Kai laughed as he started chasing her around the room.

She wasn't running for her life. She was running from her heart.

Bonnie jumped over a duffel bag as Kai caught her in midair and tackled her onto the mattress. The landing didn't hurt, yet she was disoriented even more by his presence since he told her how he felt.

His rapid breath tickled her face as he held her close to his chest. Without thinking, she reached up and touched his cheek. A tingling sensation ran through her fingertips, down her arm, and eventually throughout her body. She was warm, but not in the same way as before. The desire was in the background. Something much gentler was stirring inside her. She instinctively pushed it aside.

Kai lightly tapped her on the forehead.

"What's wrong pretty lady? I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No," she said aloud. Not yet, she thought to herself. She was falling for him against her will and wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep it a secret.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"You sure?" he insisted.

"Positive," she answered, looking into his eyes.

She couldn't fight it. She couldn't push it away. The man that had done so much to earn her hate was slowly working his way into her heart.

He made her feel both weak and strong at the same time.

Kai tilted her head up so he could kiss her. The gentle press of his lips to hers sent her heart into a wildly rapid beat. He wasn't trying to seduce her, just possess her for a few precious moments.

"We should get some sleep," Kai told her after finally releasing her mouth from his.

Bonnie reached up and pulled him within an inch of her face before she spoke.

"I'm not tired," she told him, then kissed him hard and with purpose.

Kai pulled back from her.

"Spiritus accendant flammis," he chanted in Latin.

The light from the fireplace cast brighter throughout the room. The candles sitting on the mantelpiece lit themselves.

Kai reached beneath Bonnie's shirt, slowly lifting it over her head. He smoothed her hair and kissed her again; even gentler than before. He worshipped her body with his hands and mouth, touching ever inch over and over again. Bonnie could barely handle the sensations, but she would have killed him if he stopped. She'd never been touched or kissed that way. It was romantic and erotic at the same time.

He took his time unbuttoning her pants, as he kissed down her stomach and he pulled them from her. She lay naked on the mattress except for a thin pair of light pink panties.

Bonnie soon realized that Kai was still fully dressed, but that didn't last long. He made quick work of removing all of his clothing, then hovered over her as if trying to decide how to pleasure torture her more.

After a moment, he rolled on his side and lied down next to her as the firelight gleamed off her lovely caramel skin. He scanned her from head to toe as if he were memorizing a work of art.

Kai then traced a finger over every inch of her body. The slow movement of his hand was only driving her wilder as the seconds ticked by.

"What do you want?" he whispered in her right ear, and then started nibbling on her earlobe.

Bonnie tried to form a coherent sentence, and finally gave up. She pulled him away from her to look so she could look in his eyes to issue her demand.

"I want you to make love to me," she told him, "Not just sex. Love. I've – I've never really had that."

Kai's frown of curiosity faded quickly as he nodded, smiled, and tilted her chin up so he could kiss her again. He then climbed on top of her, kissing along her neck, down her collarbone and between her breasts. He entered into her so gently her eyes rolled back into her head.

Bonnie arched into him and, as she did, he drew her left nipple into her mouth and sucked gently, flicking his tongue over it. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer with each graceful thrust of his pelvis. The tension coiling deep inside her was about to give way as she clawed at his back to brace herself for her imminent release.

Sensing she was close, Kai grabbed her behind and yanked her up with him as he sat on the sofa. He then lowered her on top of his manhood. Bonnie wanted to moan, but his kisses were relentless. Although she was on top, Kai held her in place as he slid in and out of her with every intention of making it last as long as possible for both of them.

She clasped his biceps trying to ride the waves of ecstasy along with him. Barely able to speak, she croaked out his name as he panted hers. Strong arms held her. Gentle lips kissed her.

The candles cast their writhing shadows along the walls. Nothing she'd ever felt had been so intense. At that moment, nothing else in the world mattered. Their history and their future paled in comparison to their present.

Making love with Kai overwhelmed all of her senses. The saltiness of the sweat on his skin intoxicated her. His scent made her lungs crave to breath him in deeper. The way his fingers caressed her back made her weak with desire. The sound of him calling her name drove her closer and closer to the peak. The sight of the tension in his handsome face as he got closer to his own release was almost too much.

Kai brushed her hair from her face and turned her head to look at him. His voice was a sexy mixture of a pant and a groan.

"I do love you, Bonnie," he said, holding her tight – his body beginning to tense beneath her.

"I love you -," she answered back, then screamed his name as her orgasm crashed through her, "Kai!"

Heavy breathing bounced off the walls of the empty mansion.

He picked her up and placed her carefully on the mattress before taking his place next to her.

She turned to face him, running the back of her hand along his chin stubble. He grabbed her wrist and kissed her hand.

"Tired?" she asked, a wicked grin on her face.

"Hell yeah," he chuckled, kissing her cheek, "Sweet dreams beautiful."

"Goodnight handsome," she responded.

Kai's eyes drifted closed after wrapping an arm around her waist.

Bonnie watched him fall into a deep sleep. His breathing slowed and she found herself feeling perfectly content just to watch this man, her man, fall fast asleep.

She meant it when she told him that she loved him. In spite of everything, for some reason she did. He hadn't cast a spell on her – at least not a magical one. Since his return, he'd given her what she'd needed, protected her, respected her wishes, and taught her to embrace her own power. She prayed he'd stay that way.

Bonnie thought about jumping into Kai's dreams, but she wondered how he would feel about such an invasion. Curiosity soon got the better of her. She remembered his instructions, and listened to his breathing. She closed her eyes and focused on peeking into his mind.

The images started out blurry, but soon came into focus. She observed his dream unfold; a spectator in his mind. She watched as Kai played outside on a lush green lawn with a little boy and girl. Both children looked to be about three years old, with dark brown hair and gray eyes. They chased him around an unfamiliar yard, finally tackling him in the grass.

She could tell these weren't their children; their skin was much too light. She heard Kai's infectious laugh as he grabbed them both and kissed each on the cheek.

"I love you little devils," he said.

A flash of envy filled her. Was this the future? If so, she wasn't in it and Kai wasn't playing with their children. He must have found someone else to make him happy. The gold ring wedding band on his hand confirmed that. He would eventually leave her like everyone else had.

The thought saddened her almost to the point of leaving the dream until she heard a woman's voice. She turned to see Jo running up to grab the little girl and toss her into the air.

"Ok babies. Give your uncle a break," she told them, then turned to Kai, "Thanks for watching them for me."

"Not a problem," he answered, "I need the practice."

Bonnie then watched the dream version of herself walk up to Kai as he sat in the grass. Her swollen belly was obvious. He rubbed her stomach then kissed it.

The images faded away as she left his dream. Tears of joy and sadness fell from her eyes. She tried to stifle her sniffling, but it was too late.

He woke up, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Someone was being nosy," he jokingly chastised her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay," he told her.

"That was – " she started.

"Gracie and Simon," he interrupted, painful regret crossing over his face, "My niece and nephew."

"Kai," she whispered.

"Bonnie, nothing you can say is going to help. I killed them, and my sister, just to prove a fucking point," he told her, "Maybe Hell was better than having to see them every night and be reminded of what I did. The lives they could have had."

"So then let this is your second chance to prove you're not a monster," she told him.

"I don't deserve a second chance!" he exclaimed, and started to get up. She stopped him.

"Too late," Bonnie stated, before kissing his lips softly, "I'm giving you one."

The vampire veins showed again in Kai's eyes. He turned from her.

"Look, I'm a little hungry, I'll be back," he said.

She stopped his retreat again, running her fingers over the veins of her neck, her wrist, and her inner thigh.

"Pick a vein," she smiled at him.

Kai blushed.

"Bonnie come on. I can just grab a sandwich. I can't feed on you again, no matter how tempting you are," he added.

"You'd rather have a sandwich than eat me?" Bonnie asked, seductively pulling him toward her.

Kai laughed.

"Trust me you taste much better," he answered kissing her neck. He pulled back, his eyes were becoming red and the veins showed.

"Go on. I'm not scared," she told him.

"You scared? No. Deep down, I don't think you were ever afraid of me," he told her, stroking her hair.

Bonnie offered her neck. Kai leaned in and pierced her skin with his teeth. He moaned into her shoulder, sucking in the sweetness of her blood. She ran her fingers through his hair; a warm, sensual heat rousing inside her.

He pulled away, rubbing his thumb over her puncture wounds. He'd done the same thing the first night they'd spent together.

Kai bit his wrist.

"Here," he told her, encouraging him to drink from him to heal her wound.

Bonnie accepted, sucking in the blood. She expected it to taste salty, but it didn't. It was more like a mixture of honey and cinnamon, which was something she hadn't tasted in vampire blood when it had been used to heal her before. She was starting to enjoy it when Kai pulled her away.

"Bonnie, what are doing?" he asked, still euphoric from her blood.

"For some reason, you taste good," she admitted, licking the excess blood from her lips.

"We shouldn't be able to blood share," he told her.

Bonnie saw the sensual hunger in his eyes and only speculated that it matched her own.

Finally giving back into temptation, he bit her neck again as she sucked from his wrist. They fed from each other between kisses and caresses; bodies molded to one another.

A sudden stirring interrupted them.

"What – what was that?" she asked, still blinded with desire.

Kai stood, dressed quickly, and headed to the window.

"I'm going to check it out, alright," he told her, turning to see her dressing herself as well.

"I'm going with you," Bonnie stated.

Kai took in a deep breath.

"Fuck it. I'm not even going to bother arguing with you, now or ever," he told her.

He grabbed his shoes and took Bonnie's hand after she was fully clothed.

Kai left the house first, surveying the front yard carefully. Darkness covered the trees that surrounded the property, but there was enough light for him to see that they had company.

He turned to face her.

"I love you," he told her, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too, but what is it? Heretics?" she asked, preparing for another fight.

"Worse," he said, "Damon."

Bonnie growled at the second invasion from a man she thought was her friend.

Damon used vamp speed to charge the house only to be thrown back by a magical barrier surrounding the structure. He landed with a thud on the front yard.

Kai walked up to Damon, reaching down to help him up. Damon slapped his hand away and stood up on his own.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked.

"Protection spell," Bonnie answered, "How did you find me?"

"You're not very creative with your hiding places, sweetheart," Damon answered.

Kai, visibly offended by Damon's term of endearment to Bonnie, kicked him against a tree. Damon recovered quickly, rushing Kai and knocking him back onto the porch.

"I could do this all day kiddo," Damon baited him.

"Whatever you say old man," Kai bit back, lunging at his competitor again.

Bonnie wanted to stop them, but she knew this time they wouldn't kill one another.

Kai punched Damon in the jaw. Damon returned the favor with a series of hits to Kai's stomach.

Kai caught Damon's next punch, grabbed his arm, and spun him around, then kicked him again.

"How long have you been here, huh? We're you watching us," Kai asked, "Taking notes I'm sure."

"Listen Kid, I've been around more than 170 years. I don't need your advice. I could teach a fucking class," Damon responded, drawing back his fist.

"How's that saying go: 'Those who can, do. Those who can't teach?'" chided Kai.

The wind picked up to a violent pace, stopping both men in their tracks. They turned to see Lily, flanked by two male heretics.

"Fascinating," she said in the calmly threatening voice, "My son and my sire fighting over a witch."

Kai and Damon glanced at each other and nodded, making a silent agreement to put their fight on hold to protect Bonnie.

Lily motioned to her bodyguards.

"You know what to do," she said, as both of them targeted Kai and Damon.

Damon reached his opponent first, dodging his attack then picking up the heretic and slamming him into the ground with enough force to make a man-made indentation in the ground. He ten knelt down and snapped the man's neck.

"Impressive," Kai complimented.

Kai then rushed the second attacker, leaping into the air and landing behind him. He then grabbed a branch from the tree above and drove it into the Heretics chest. The man fell to the ground and burst into flames.

Damon cocked his head in acknowledgement.

"Hmm. Not too bad," Damon pointed out.

Kai bowed with a smile.

They both then turned to see that Lily had vanished.

Kai looked around.

"Bonnie it's all – " Kai stopped. He scanned the yard, the porch, and the woods.

"Bon Bon!" Damon yelled, but there was no answer.

She was gone.

A blood-curdling scream erupted from Kai's throat.

"BONNIE!"

"Damn it," Damon said, "It was just a fucking diversion. The bitch took her."

"Damon, We have to find her NOW," Kai said, desperation lacing his voice.

"No shit Sherlock, I know that," Damon pointed out, "Don't worry. She has your blood in her system."

"How the hell do you know… You fucker, you were watching us," Kai yelled.

Kai grabbed Damon and pinned him to the large maple tree at the edge of the property.

"Look, I'm just saying if we don't get to her in time, she'll at least come back as a vampire," Damon noted, "She may hate it, but at least she'll be around to hate it."

"You don't understand," Kai said.

"They're not going to hurt her. They probably just need her blood," Damon tried to reassure him.

"Damon, don't you think if they only needed her blood they would have taken that and not her? If they wanted her dead that fast, they would have killed her right here. They need her heart," Kai told him.

"What the Hell do they want it for?" Damon asked.

"Bonnie doesn't just have her power. Every Bennett witch shared her power and knowledge with Bonnie," Kai said, "So what does she know that heretics shouldn't get their hands on?"

Damon thought for a moment, then terror crossed over his face.

"The immortality spell," he said quietly, "And the spell for the cure. They will be indestructible and kill us all at the same time."

"Damon, they're going to torture Bonnie to get the spell out of her. Then they're going to pull out her heart and use it. She can't come back from that. They are going to kill the woman I love, and then they're going to be unstoppable," Kai panted, his exhaustion catching up with him.

"We'll get her back. I'll – I'll help you get her back," Damon said with a confidence even he didn't believe.

"Why the hell would you care if Bonnie dies? The spell breaks and you win," Kai said, searching frantically for traces Bonnie may have left behind.

"I won't win anything if she dies, you dick," Damon told him, "Because, I'm in love with her too."