Resurrection: Chapter Six
By V. C. Turner
The wind chimes danced against one another in the breeze, calling him from the distance. He didn't answer. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he watched her peer behind each bush littered along the front porch. He'd hidden there the last time. Didn't she know better than to look for him in the same place?
Her dark hair was drawn back into a haggard ponytail - a rushed job meant to keep her unruly locks out of her eyes so she could find him easier. The fuzzy pink sweater she wore swallowed her arms, but she refused to get rid of the thing because it was soft, warm and comfy – her favorite to wear during the Fall season. Still, constantly pulling back the sleeves distracted her from her the task of finding her brother.
Kai chuckled, but only loud enough so he could hear it. He would win the bet and she'd be making his bed for another week. The satisfaction settled in his belly, tingling against his skin. He leaned back against the tree and a few pieces of dried bark fell to the ground.
Oh crap!, he thought, she heard that.
Suddenly, Josette turned and faced his direction, so he stopped moving just in case she caught a glimpse of his shoelace as it dangled from his right foot.
What was that spell he'd heard their father use again?
Oh yeah: Invisique! He said to himself.
Jo approached the tree, looking down at the bark that lay upon the grass. She looked up and saw nothing, but a smile still danced across her face.
"Oh Malachai," she said in a sing-song voice.
She must have known he was there, but she walked away slowly toward the stone gate entrance at the front of the property.
"Kids, you need to get in here now. It's dinner time," mother called out into the wind.
Kai stayed hidden in the tree. Cube steak, mashed potatoes and lima beans wasn't a dinner worth sprinting back to the house for. Besides, he only needed another two minutes before Jo forfeited the game.
As that thought crossed his mind, fuzzy sweater Jo skipped back toward the house, stopping at the tree.
Shoot. She had found him even though he was invisible. Jo never ceased to amaze him on some days.
"Come on down from there, squirrel," she said sweetly, "I got you."
Kai reappeared, allowing her to see him. He was proud of his younger sister - younger by 10 minutes or so, but who's counting?
As he descended the tree, one of the small branches gave way, and he fell to the ground landing close enough to Josette to knock her down. Instead of anger, she giggled at his clumsiness.
She hopped back up, reaching out a hand to help her brother off the ground. As she pulled him up, a strange red glow appeared between their two palms.
While Kai began to feel a surge of energy that erased the pain of falling, Jo's knees buckled beneath her. They stared at each other confused, each trying to break the bond by pulling away from each other.
"I – I can't let go," Kai screamed, trying to brace himself against the tree and pull away from the sister he was hurting.
"I can't either, Kai," Jo cried as the wind kicked up in response to the magic they were sharing, "What's happening?"
Fighting against the power that surged between them, their parents ran to their aid.
Joshua Parker grabbed his daughter and pulled as hard as he could, but the bond couldn't be broken. Elizabeth ran toward her son, snaking an arm around his waist and chanting something in Latin.
The connection broke, and all four fell to the ground in exhaustion.
Joshua checked on Josette before lunging at Kai.
"You little bastard!" he screamed, loud enough for two of the basement windows to shatter.
"Daddy, I didn't mean to," Kai pleaded.
His father ignored him.
"You could have killed her," his father continued.
"I said I didn't mean to, daddy. I'm sorry, Jo," Kai cried, his voice crackling. Confused by what happened, he didn't know how else to respond. The power he felt began to fade and the emptiness returned.
Joshua then turned to Elizabeth and pointed at her.
"This, this is your doing," he scolded his wife, the veins in his neck becoming even more pronounced than ever before.
"Take Josette inside Joshua," she told him, "Now is not the time!"
Joshua scooped Jo into his arms and carried her into the house. Jo looked back at Kai with pain and regret, but no anger. She knew Kai didn't have any powers and that hurting her wasn't something he would ever do intentionally. She mouthed the words "It's okay," in his direction as she disappeared behind the door. He smiled after her.
Elizabeth looked down at her son with a scowl. The look of motherly concern never showed upon her face; only disappointment. She grabbed his chin.
"You listen to me Malachai: you will never become the leader you were meant to be if you always cower in front of him," she said as she released his chin, "Or in front of me."
She backed up and awaited a response from her son. She didn't get one.
Seven year-old Kai sat on the ground puzzled. She'd been angry with him before, but never this mad. The worst punishments he'd ever received were the denial of dessert or being sent to his room for several hours. He got the distinct impression that those days were over. The expression on her face was colder than the breeze that whipped at his face. He crossed his arms for warmth, but there was none in her presence.
She drew in a deep breath.
"It looks like I'm going to have to start your education sooner than expected," she told him.
Elizabeth grabbed her son by the sleeve of his windbreaker and led the boy to the outside entrance of the basement. He'd never been afraid of that part of the house before, but on that day, fear had seized him by his left sleeve. Fear was named mama. Fear was going to hurt him.
Elizabeth used her magic to flip on the lights of the desolate room. The walls were black and bare. Only a water heater, a washer and a dryer sat in the corner of the room. An oval rope rug lay in the center of the floor. She set Kai down on the rug and disappeared out of sight for a moment, shouting a warning back to him.
"Do. Not. Move," she ordered.
He had no choice but to obey.
She returned quickly. In her left hand she cradled a large book, a grimoire, with pages falling out of it. In her right hand she held a black candle. She sat them in the middle of the rug in front of her son.
Elizabeth then surrounded the rug with salt, creating a magical barrier from which her son could not escape.
"Lesson one, Malachai: You must know more than everyone. In order to lead them, they must turn to you for guidance because knowledge truly is power," she pointed out, sounding more like a professor than a parent.
Kai nodded in agreement, still fearing what she might to do him.
"Hey Lizzy, where's the first aid kit?" Joshua called from upstairs.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"The leader of the entire fucking Gemini coven can't locate a damned Band-Aid," she told her son, "This is yet another reason you need to toughen up child! Do you understand?"
"Yes," he muttered.
She then turned from the boy and called sweetly upstairs.
"I'll be up on a minute Josh," she said in her obedient wife voice.
She turned back to face Kai.
"You will not leave here until you memorize every spell in this book. Do you hear me child? No food. No sleep. Every word. Understood?" she ordered.
Kai simply nodded, his short black hair clinging to his forehead from sweat and terror. He tried to settle his nerves, soothing himself by rubbing his crossed legs over and over again. The friction of his hands pressing against his jeans burned the skin beneath, but at least it distracted him - from her.
Elizabeth nodded back, heading for the stairs. She stopped halfway up, smiling at the faint light coming from the door leading to the kitchen upstairs.
She looked back at her son.
"Ignorant kings die Malachai," she said to him, her tone flat and harsh. She turned away from the darkness and ascended into the light, looking up.
"Eventually, they all die."
Kai shook, but took his vibrating hands and turned to the first page of the spell book and began to read the words over and over to himself.
A soft clatter emanated from the corner of the room. Small footsteps approached and as Kai tried to back away. He ran up against the magic barrier instead.
"It's alright baby," a sweet voice said, "Everything's going to be alright."
A small, brown skinned woman appeared before him. Her curly hair surrounded her cherub face as she spoke to him in soft tones so her voice didn't carry beyond the two of them.
"Don't let this darkness consumer you child. I have something for you," she said.
Like most children, Kai was taught to be wary of strangers, but this woman's calm demeanor eased his fears. She was warm and kind. He could feel her energy even though she was standing three feet from him; beyond the barrier his mother created.
"What is it," he said softly, a weak smile beginning to nudge at the edges of his lips.
"It's not a 'what,' child. It will be a 'who' and she's not here yet, but she will be. Until then, you need to stay strong. You need to endure. The darkness may take over at times, but you have to fight it back, okay," she said.
Kai nodded, feeling more at ease than he'd ever felt before.
The woman turned and walked away, back into the darkness of the room.
"Hey wait," he pleaded, suddenly realizing that he may have spoken too loudly, "What's her name?"
It was too late. The mystery woman was gone. He turned back to his candles and jumped at the sight of a beautiful young woman, about 20 years old, with a similar angelic face as his new mystery friend.
"Who are you?" he asked
"I'm Bonnie, sweetheart. Now lets get out of here," she told him.
Instinctively, he reached for her hand and was pulled out of the darkness.
Kai awakened in a guest bedroom of the Salvatore home with sweat on his brow and tears threatening to sting his eyes. He was shaken at first, but Bonnie's beautiful green eyes and sweet smile settled his nerves.
He stroked her cheek after realizing that he was finally coming out of the darkness and into her light.
"Thank you Bonnie," he said.
"You're welcome," she answered, wrapping her arm around him and placing her head back on his shoulder.
Kai closed his eyes. A long, pause followed as he listened to Bonnie's soft breathing. It soothed him. It warmed him. They were safe for the moment. Damon had given he and Bonnie temporary shelter at the mansion while they figured what to do with the new enemy in their lives.
"Was that real?" she asked.
"Up until the part where you walked up to me, yes," he noted, his thoughts still lingered on the image of his mother - both then and now.
He clenched his teeth in frustration, wishing Damon had killed wench that gave birth to him, but apparently some witches just wouldn't fucking die.
"I thought your mother was – " Bonnie started.
"Dead? Yeah, so did I," he interrupted.
Kai lazily stroked her back, allowing his thoughts to drift from the unpleasant memory of his mother to the beautiful woman Sheila Bennett had gifted to him all those years ago.
Clad only in a thin t-shirt that barely covered the tops of her thighs, Bonnie was indeed a seductive distraction from their deadly predicament.
He didn't deserve her. He was well aware of that. He'd allowed the darkness to consume him far too often over the years to be worthy of such a treasure. He'd killed. He'd manipulated. He'd become far too much like his mother than he ever allowed himself to realize.
Still, he needed to bask in the glow the sun cast on Bonnie's bare caramel skin. He lost himself in her lavender perfume, her sweet smile, and her upturned nose. He kissed the tip of it just to acknowledge its beauty.
He'd almost lost her the night before. Now that Elizabeth knew he how he felt about her, Bonnie wasn't safe. She wouldn't be safe until his mother was dead.
He hadn't planned on letting her out of his sight, but she was too stubborn to stay put. He'd need help to protect her. He growled inwardly at the fact that the help he needed would probably have to come from the Salvatores. Stefan wasn't the problem. Damon was.
Kai's possessiveness threatened to undo his control. One glance back at Bonnie's worried brow stopped his surging anger.
"What are you thinking about now?" she asked sweetly in an obvious attempt to improve his mood.
"Sex," he answered.
She punched him playfully.
"I'm serious Kai," she said, yet there was nothing at all serious about her expression.
"I am serious. I'm thinking about sex. I'm a man. I'm part vampire. All of that screams sex," he said, tracing the line of her chin with his finger, "Speaking of screaming sex…"
Kai descended on her quickly, eagerly claiming her lips with his. She tentatively kissed him back, but pushed him away so she could look in his eyes.
"Kai, don't you think we should talk about everything that's going on?" she asked.
"No, because my gorgeous half-naked Bonnie is lying next to me, so no…no talking," he kissed her again as she giggled into his mouth.
She pushed him back again, but this time, only held him partially away as she stroked his bare chest.
"Just plain Bonnie? What, I don't get a pet name or anything," Bonnie added, smiling up at him.
The look on his face must have been the funniest thing she'd ever seen because she burst into laughter so loud that it echoed off the walls.
Kai thought Bonnie's laugh was the sweetest thing he'd ever heard in his life. It made him feel that there was still good in spite of the world of darkness they shared.
Running his fingers through her hair he considered her question.
"There's nothing plain about you Bonnie," he told her, "What do you want me to call you? Bonster? Bon-Bon?" he asked.
Bonnie shook her head at both suggestions.
"No. Something else. Something new," she said.
Kai thought for a moment.
He remembered the only word that came to mind when he first saw her in the Prison World. It seemed so natural and appropriate to use it.
"Angel," he said, pausing briefly, "And I guess that means I'm the Devil."
"You're bad, but not quite the Devil," she responded.
He kissed her again, this time with even more passion than before. Bonnie moaned into his mouth, arching her back off the bed and pressing into his chest.
He took his right hand and lightly caressed her thigh, tracing a hot path from her knee, and up her hip.
"Although," he whispered, teasing her right ear with his lips, "I don't know if I should call you Angel just yet. Only naughty girls come to bed without wearing any panties."
Kai brushed over her aching mound with his hand, slipping the tip of one finger inside so he could lightly stroke her sensitive nub. Bonnie quickly grabbed a pillow and screamed into it.
He enjoyed sending her into orbit. She had such a power over him that he felt it was only fair to exercise some level of power over her. He wanted to take his time making love to her. She deserved as much happiness as possible since she'd seen so much pain in her life.
Kai was aware that he'd caused some of that pain and he was desperate to erase it all.
He kissed her lips again, sucking each one into his mouth, while licking and nibbling. His tongue swirled around hers, claiming and conquering her all at once.
At the same time, he slowly traced his finger around her pulsating clit. Bonnie dug her fingers into the mattress, but it didn't ebb the increasing tidal waves of pleasure he was sending through her.
After he thought she couldn't take any more torture, he slipped her t-shirt over her shoulders. He then yanked off his boxer briefs and hovered over her. His touch was so deliberate. He needed to explore every part of her at least twice before he decided how best to make her scream his name all over the Salvatore mansion. He smiled when the thought came to him, and then he got into position.
Bonnie struggled to keep the volume of her moans down to a low whimper, but the task proved difficult considering what he was doing.
Each time his skin touched hers, it set her on fire: an intoxicating heat that consumed her over and over again. She tried to grip the pillows on the bed, the headboard, and the sheets: nothing helped to calm the sensations rocketing through her.
He kissed down her body, paying special attention to licking and sucking on each nipple until she nearly pulled out his hair because of the death grip she had on his head. She heard his muffled chuckle at her efforts to calm herself. She released him, only to be rewarded by the sensation of his tongue lapping down the center of her body.
He took his fingertips and lightly siphoned magic from her, producing a delightful tingling sensation from her belly and down to her core. His movements slowed, allowing her a brief respite as she closed her eyes for a moment to bask in the glow he gave her.
Kai then began lapping slowly at her quivering bud, forcing a scream out of her that cracked one of the bedroom windows in half.
He kissed each thigh before sitting up on his knees, reaching down and pulling her bare body against his in one fluid movement. His gaze shook her more than all his kisses and caresses combined. His selfless expression showed his intent to make her happy without regard to his own needs.
Kai picked her up, turning her around, placing his hot chest against her sweaty back.
He pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed it as he slowly lowered her onto his hardened manhood. Wrapping his arms around her, he used his left hand to tease her nipples and his right to stroke her clit.
Bonnie threw her head back onto his shoulder. There was nothing quiet about the noises coming from either of them. The bed creaked loudly as Kai slid in and out of her with expert timing.
He rocked back and forth inside of her, holding her tightly so she could feel every inch of him. His magic hypnotized and energized her. She wanted to give in, but her body thirsted for more of him: his touch, his lips, the feel of him inside her.
"Kiss me," he whispered.
Bonnie craned her neck around just to taste the sweetness of his lips again. She inched closer and closer to the verge of her release. It was too much. She was going to explode and set the entire room on fire.
"What about you?" she moaned, losing herself in waves of passion and magic mingling and coursing between them.
"Let go Bonnie," he panted into her ear, pushing into her again, "I'm right behind you."
His words sent her toppling over the edge of ecstasy. She rocked against him as he stiffened behind her, clutching her waist while he bore the force of his own release. She screamed his name and all the windows in the room shattered at once, blowing shards of glass outside and into the wind. The fireplace roared to life. Candles in the room blazed out of control.
Weak and happy, Bonnie fell onto the bed. Kai curled up behind her and fell back into a deep sleep. She turned around to observe him. He looked handsome and peaceful lying there next to her. It was a welcome change from the tossing and turning from earlier in the day.
The urge to shower overpowered her desire to fall asleep in his arms, so she quietly padded to the bathroom and started the water. She needed to wash away the disturbing thoughts plaguing her: The memory of Lily touching her face and the fear she felt when Elizabeth bound her powers. They haunted her. Lily was dangerous. Elizabeth was powerful. They both needed to die.
The idea of taking another life unnerved her. Good witches don't enjoy killing, and Bonnie needed to decide if she could survive in this world by just being a "good witch."
She'd been one all her life. She tried to live by a moral code: only harming those that posed a threat to herself or her friends, but things had changed so quickly in Mystic Falls. The danger was escalating faster. Lily Salvatore and Elizabeth Parker had a deadly plan they needed her to execute. That plan would most likely result in her death. She'd died before and while she no longer feared it, she didn't exactly welcome it either.
She let the steam and the warm water clear her mind as she lathered herself from head to toe. She became lost in the rhythmic sensation of it hitting her skin. The showerhead was an expensive one, with what felt like a massage mode setting. Thank God the Salvatores had good taste. She hadn't realized the strain that being tied to that altar had placed on her body. The warm water beat against her shoulders, loosening up the muscles so she could stretch her arms above her head.
Bonnie was so consumed basking in her own comfort that she didn't notice the curtain being pulled back until it was too late. Kai stood there, appreciating her as if she were a work of art hanging in a museum.
As he watched her for what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke up, throwing a mischievous smirk at him.
"In or out, bad boy. I'm getting cold," she told him, turning her face into the water.
Kai joined her in the shower without hesitation.
Kai wrapped his arms around her for a brief hug, then he poured ivory colored liquid soap on his hands so he could lather Bonnie properly. He took his time, soaping every inch of her. He started with her shoulders, giving her a quick massage. Her muscles caved in to his touch and she leaned against him in appreciation of his efforts. He caressed her back, her buttocks, then ran his hands down her legs and back up again. Her soft breathing turned into ragged pants as he kissed the back of her neck.
Kai turned Bonnie around and kissed her, stroking her shoulders and trailing down to her breasts. As water washed the soap away, he ran his lips down the center of her chest, caressing her breasts as he went down.
The feel of her smooth wet skin against his lips was nothing short of heavenly for Bonnie's Bad Boy. His lips continued their journey down Bonnie's left side, when he felt the raised skin of a scar. He opened his eyes and saw the water roll over a one inch oval on the bottom inside of her left breast.
Kai's heart stopped. He discovered where he'd shot her with the crossbow. He traced his fingers over the spot, swallowing hard. The guilt began to consume him. He stood up and looked into her eyes. She fought back tears, briefly looking away from him. He lifted her chin, turning her face back to him.
"I know saying I'm sorry is never going to make up for that," he said, his voice shaking. He thought of the emotional and physical scars hat had been placed on him as a child. He wouldn't have wished that on anyone, much less someone he cared about.
"Kai, I know you're not the man you used to be," she told him, "No, it's not okay, but I'm done hating you for it. "
She saw his look of regret and continued.
"What you can do is work hard to make it up to me," she said, giving him her usual sweet smile.
"Bonnie, I promise you two things. First, I will make it up to you, no matter how long it takes. Second, I will kill anyone who tries to hurt you from now on – even it is my mother," he insisted.