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Chapter 13. Lesson Taught, Lesson Learned...
Damon's POV
Damon parked in front of a nice, suburban, upscale house. Mr. Harris's nice upscale house. He got out of the car and walked up the driveway. There was a BMW in front of the house. He checked the hood. It was cold. That car hadn't been driven in a while.
He made his way past some nice rosebushes to the front door. He used the large brass elephant knocker.
"Mr. Harris?"
He knocked again. The same lack of response. Damon looked over his shoulder to make sure the neigherhood watch wasn't out, then pulled his lock picking equipment from his pocket.
"Hello?" Damon announced again. "Breaking and entering now."
As the metal slid into the lock. Damon continued.
"Speak now or forever forfeit your right to press charges against me…"
The lock clicked and Damon turned the knob. It went smoothly, only he couldn't open the door.
"Crap that could be a body." Damon said looking down at his phone. Back up is only a call away…
But he was so far off the reservation that his backup would more than likely arrest him, rather than help him out.
There Damon put his shoulder into it and finally hefted the thing open a few inches. He peered inside. No body, but a huge pile of mail that was blocking the door. He heaved in a few more inches, then started checking the mail. The usual. Mostly junk mail. A few overdue bills.
Not finding anything of interest, Damon stepped over the large pile and walked deeper into the house. Officer of the peace…. No one seemed to be home, but he had to be sure.
"Here to serve and protect."
He made his way through the swanky living room past the dining room set for an elegant dinner party, and into the kitchen. Damon pulled out his phone and called the number on speed dial.
"Conner here."
"Yeah, dude." Damon said. "It doesn't look like Mr. Harris has been here in a while." Damon opened the fridge, took out a carton of milk and sniffed it.
Wrong thing to do.
Gagging and retching Damon poured the clotted spoiled milk down the sink.
"Weeks maybe months." Damon said as soon as he quit gagging.
"I'm not surprised." Conner said. "There's been no activity on his credit cards in over five months."
Was that a sound from the other room?
Damon pulled his gun. "Conner hang on."
Damon made his way from the kitchen to a den-like room with a large sliding glass door out to the pool.
A man stood in the middle of the room.
"Police." Damon announced "hands where I can see them."
The man's hands flew to his head as he stood there shaking. Damon patted the man door quickly. No weapons.
"So did you find my landlord?" The guys asked.
Damon cocked his head to the side. "Landlord?"
The tenant threw a thumb toward a small house beyond the pool. "Yes I rent the guest house."
Damon holstered his weapon. This guy was no threat, except for possibly being really, really poor judgement in landlords. "When did you report Mr. Harris missing?"
The tenant shrugged. "I don't know, about four months ago. I mean he travels a lot, weeks at a time, but when he didn't show for the rent check, I knew something was wrong."
"And did the police investigate?"
The tenant nodded. "Yeah, a few cops came out, but they just thought he'd gone on a long vacation."
"With his car parked in the driveway."
"Mr. Harris always took a taxi when he left."
"What kind?" Damon asked.
"I don't know?" The tenant said with a shrug. "A yellow one?"
Hey, this guy was just full of information. He lived a hundred feet from the guy, but didn't even know which cab company he used.
"So it didn't occur to you to call the police again when he missed another rent check? Or another?" Damon asked. "Or why bother right? Free rent as long as he is missing."
"That's not a crime, is it?" the tenant asked squirming a bit.
"Against humanity? Yes. Against the law? Not so much." Damon turned his attention to his phone again. "Conner, did you get all of that?"
"Yeah yeah." Conner said. "But this guy was not leaving town when he'd go off for weeks he wasn't laying out that kind of money."
"So he must have been going off to his killing grounds."
"Killing grounds?" The tenant asked, his voice cracking. "What do you mean killing grounds?"
"Except…"Conner said. "Hold on, hold on, once a year Mr. Harris was making a single rather large cash payment…..which was due two months ago."
Damon headed back to the pile of mail. Maybe the address of that payment was in the pile, great. "Thanks, Conner, I'll get back to you."
He hung up the phone and started really searching through the pile in front of him. The tenant joined him, but didn't help, of course.
"Is Mr. Harris a killer?"
"Let's just say, if he ever does show back up, I'd have that rent money ready."
That got the tenant skedaddling off to leave Damon to sort through the mail in peace. He found a cable bill. Water bill. Pool maintenance bill. Nothing that would help Damon track Starving Stanley down.
Then he found it. An overdue notice for a storage unit.
Damon kissed the envelope.
"Oh, I've got you now!"
Bonnie's POV
The dungeon was quiet except for the hushed murmur of people nursing their assorted wounds. Bonnie was one amongst them, although her small nicks and scrapes were nothing next to Kol's and Klaus's wounds. Of course, Alaric and Stefan had paid the ultimate price. Both were in their cells awaiting Igor's arrival.
"This is freaking me out." Jeremy said.
Elijah snorted. "You boy, had a hand in creating this carnage."
Jeremy, however, seemed proud of that fact. "I know."
His chest swelled. "My first kill inside. Four total."
"Okay." Tyler said. "I think that there has to be some sort of condition on what constitutes as a kill."
"Like they have to still be fucking moving." Klaus offered.
"Or they have got more than ten minutes left to live, or something." Tyler added.
Bonnie could feel the pressure build as the men squabbled. Why weren't hey focused on the big picture?
"Look." Jeremy protested. "That wasn't my point." He pointed to the air. "Listen." He urged. "It's too quiet." He gulped. "Ever since I got here Stefan's been preaching. It was like…..soothing."
"You're right," Tyler agreed. "Maybe we should say something."
"Jesus" Klaus barked. "You two are such pussies."
Bonnie couldn't hold it together anymore. "Shut up!"
Klaus leaned on the bars separating their cells. "Ohh…are you trying to turn me on?"
Bonnie didn't back down, though. She'd had enough from all of them, but especially Klaus. "You think you're so tough?"
The rapist stood to his full height. "Yeah I do."
"Then why aren't you trying to get out of here?" bonnie pressed as she pointed to the cameras that lined the walls.
"Why are you his bitch?"
"Hey!" Klaus shouted slamming his fists against the bars.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Across the aisle. Tyler fell off his cot he was laughing so hard.
"And you?" bonnie challenged "you want to prove that you're the Boston strangler? Then do something that requires balls."
"Bitch!" Klaus sneered. "You're going to pay and pay and fucking pay for that."
"Okay" bonnie said throwing her hands up into the air.
"Sure you'll ride me till I'm raw, big talk for some else's bottom bitch."
Klaus was trying his hardest to break through the bars just so he could reach her.
Bonnie was so done with this dungeon.
"No one thinks I'm going to survive the week. What are you going to do then? Wait and wait, and wait until the wizard gets in the mood to give you another woman?" Bonnie ran out of breath and had to take a deep draw of air to continue.
"A woman trapped in a dungeon, completely out numbered, I might add. Now that's showing off your masculine prowess."
Klaus was so pissed off that all he could do was make a sound that might have been 'fuck' if he could have articulated it fully.
Kol lowered his head. "You might want to think about quitting while you are ahead."
Bonnie turned on her benefactor. "Like you?" she challenged kol. "A little c4 and you back off?"
"There was nothing little about it!" Kol snapped back.
"But the S&M guy showed you how to neutralize the explosives." Bonnie pleaded. Couldn't they see? They could get out if they only tried.
"Then he promptly got electrocuted and then eaten."
"Fine!" Bonnie said plunking down onto the cot. "We'll just have to figure out a way to deactivate our collars."
Kol took a rag and worked on his wounds, turning away from her.
"But we've tried." Elijah said. "They deliver a shock if tampered with in anyway."
"Then it will take some trial and error to figure it out." Bonnie said.
Kol turned back to her sneering. "Easy for you to say when you're not wearing one."
Frustrated Bonnie was on her feet again, pacing. She looked to Klaus who was practically drooling.
"You know all this impassioned shouting is just turning me on. I so badly want to bend you over."
Tyler nodded. "I was going to go easy on you."
She looked to the only one who hadn't weighed in yet, Jeremy. He just smiled and offered her a cupcake.
"I can slide one over to you."
"Ugh!" Bonnie shouted. Turning away from them. Time to work on Kol again.
"And you." She pointed a finger at him. "You strut around here like you're better than everyone else. Prove it."
Kol instead of getting upset, casually sat down and leaned back against the wall as if none of this had ever happened.
"You do realize that he's recording everything that we say. One flip of a switch and were all gassed into unconsciousness. Then when we wake up well get zapped until we wished wed never spoken the word escape."
Bonnie wouldn't let it end there, though. She had too much at stake.
"How do you know that he doesn't like it if we challenge him?"
Kol didn't answer her. Instead he made a sweeping motion to Klaus as if to give him the floor.
For once Klaus seemed subdued. He sat down rubbed his face then began.
"It happened just before Kol got here. I don't think the wizard had been doing this for long. There were only four of us in here." the rapist paused, taking in a few breaths before continuing. "We were so full of ourselves. So sure we could break out….so sure we could…"
Silence lingered as Klaus closed his eyes. He seemed to be living through the events again in his mind. "Then it went down just like Kol said. The gas. The collars. Two died that night, and the Sarasota strangler was never right in the head after that."
Tyler picked up the story. "Kol made mincemeat out of the strangler during his first free for all, or so the legend goes." Tyler looked to Klaus who nodded solemnly.
Despair hung in the air. If Klaus was afraid to try to escape, what hope did any of them have? Then Elijah door clicked open. The man's face transformed from hopeless to hopeful.
"I agree with you." he said. "These others have been in here too long to remember what freedom tastes like." Elijah indicated to himself, then to Bonnie.
"Like you, I'd rather die trying to return to my world than surrender to this life of purgatory. Together we can do this."
"Yeah that's your specialty. Teamwork." Tyler snorted.
Bonnie glanced to Kol, but he seemed intent on his wounds and didn't lift his eyes to meet hers.
"I tried so hard to remove my collar." Elijah said. "When I first got here, but that was by myself. With you…I will withstand as much pain as it takes to remove it."
Could it really work? Could she trust Elijah to do as he said?
"Yes!" Klaus announced. "Mr. suit over there, and Xena are breaking out of here!"
Jeremy jumped up and down clapping. "Oh, I wish I could sell tickets. This is going to be so good!"
Kol finally looked up and locked gaze with the older man. "Elijah before she hitches her star to your wagon, how about you tell Bonnie why you're in here?"
"Don't listen to him." Elijah scoffed. "He just wants you for his carnal pleasure. He's trying to keep you to himself."
"Actually," Jeremy interrupted "Elijah is starv-"
Klaus interrupted the teen. "Shut up. Let her fucking figure it out for herself."
Bonnie took a step towards Kol. She had to get through to him how important this was. "I can't stay here." she explained.
Kol shrugged. "Your life."
"It was…" Bonnie said finding it hard to find the words to convince him. "It was my life."
She wiped away a stray tear. "Yeah maybe from the outside it looked boring. Like I was a complete and utter loser. I can't even keep a hamster alive for long."
That got a grin out of Kol.
Bonnie went on. "But I thought this was the town where I could settle down. I was through running from my past. This was where I could-"
Bonnie couldn't stop tears or the fact that her throat was swelling shut. She had to shove all that aside, though. "I could get everything I wanted. You know?"
Kol looked her up and down. His features seemed to soften, but then that wall went up again. "I don't even remember my life before this…." he indicated to the dungeon around them. "I'm sorry, but there's just nothing out there that I'm willing to die for."
Anger surged through Bonnie. Drying tears, clearing her throat.
"You're right, because you are thinking like a man. I'm….I'm…."
There were those damned hot tears again.
"If he…" Bonnie said nodding to Klaus, then to Tyler. "If either one of them gets to me, or whoever comes through that door next…." Bonnie had to shut her eyelids hard, squeezing out the terrible images of what could and probably would happen to her.
"Once they're done with me, even if I make it out of here, it won't be the same. I will never be the same."
She looked into his eyes. He'd protected her once, would he do it again?
"You know that. If I don't try this now, there'll be no point in ever trying."
Kol's POV
Kol searched her face. Bonnie was so brave yet so vulnerable. His heart ached for her-it truly ached, and here he thought his heart had died years ago. In the end, though he had to look out for himself.
"I wish I could help," he said meaning it.
Tears streaked down her face. "If you won't help then I'll just wait until our door opens then go with Elijah."
Kol shrugged. "You don't have to wait." He indicated to the base of the door. "It unlocked an hour an hour ago. The cloth got stuck and didn't let it spring open."
Bonnie walked over and seeming both relived and upset, tested the door. Sure enough, it opened once she pushed on it.
"Before you go." Kol said. "Know that he's the worst."
He indicated to Elijah. "Spend ten minutes with him and you won't be the same."
Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "Your concern is touching…" she picked up several of the cloth strips. "But I've learned a thing or two."
Without looking back, she left the cell and crossed the aisle and went into Elijah's cell. What could he do? He tried to warn her. In the end it was her life. If she wanted to try the folly of escaping and doing to with Starving Stanley, who was Kol to stop her?
Elijah of course kept up his noble gentleman act, greeting her at the door, all warm and cuddly.
"Oh thank goodness," Elijah said. "Finally I was so worried about you."
He spread his arms wide for a hug.
Kol had to give it to Bonnie, though, she didn't take the bait.
"You're kidding right?" Bonnie said, then held up the strips. "Turn around."
"What?" Elijah said seeming truly surprised. Did he expect Bonnie to offer herself up on a silver platter?
"I don't understand."
Jeremy, though, seemed to understand quite well. "Bondage. Yippee!"
Bonnie's gaze remained fixed on Elijah, though. "If you really want out, Bonnie said you'll let me tie you up while I work on your collar."
Elijah took a step back. "I don't see how-"
Bonnie pulled out her metal fragment. "Those are the terms." she explained.
"Do it." Klaus encouraged.
Elijah finally sighed. "If I must."
The man turned around putting his wrist behind his back. It was a tight stretch.
However, he gave a wink to Kol.
Bonnie was no more safe with Elijah tied up than if he was loose, but Kol guessed Bonnie would have to figure that out for herself.
As Bonnie tied Elijah's hands, Jeremy clapped. "Oh, I wish I had some popcorn!"
Damon's POV
Damon strode though the storage area's parking lot looking for unit number seventeen. It was at the end of thro w. and large. It must have been at least ten feet by ten feet. That was a lot of storage room. What exactly did Mr. Harris have in there?
He pulled out his lock pick kit and made short work out of the padlock.
People thought the thicker the bolt the safer the lock was; when really it was the complexity of the locking mechanism. Damon was rewarded with a soft click as he unlocked the padlock. He pulled the padlock out of the metal eyelets. He grabbed the storage units handle and jerked upward.
The metal rattled as it rose. He swung his flashlight forward, illuminating the inside of the storage unit. The empty storage unit.
Not just empty but completely cleaned out. There wasn't even a speck of dust or grime on the floor.
"No!" Damon yelled out. It couldn't be. He couldn't have found Staving Stanley's secret lair only to come up empty handed. This is how his life was going. For years now. Just when he thought he was moving forward, boom, he'd hit another roadblock. He could just imagine what his lieutenant would make of this. I told you so, would not even cover it. Could everyone else be right? Was Damon tilting at serial killer windmills?
"No." he moaned, knowing that no matter how much he complained this storage unit wasn't going to fill with evidence, or even a single clue.
Well maybe, one clue. There were distinct tire tracks leading up to and away from the unit. He snapped several pictures of them, then sent them to Conner. He followed that up with a phone call.
"It's empty here." Damon informed the tech.
"Oh dude, so sorry." Conner answered.
"Yeah but I do have another set of tire tracks." Damon explained. "Call me if anything pops up."
"Where are you going now?"
"For a consultant." Damon answered.
"Huh?" Conner said.
Damon really didn't have any time to explain. "Just call me when you get something."
He snapped his phone off and headed back to his car.
The night was still young.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie used her fragment to try and dislodge Elijah's collar. The metal jangled under the cloth strips, trigging another shock of voltage. They had wrapped the collar in cloth strips but even so, Elijah was still getting zapped.
"I'm sorry." Bonnie said as Elijah's jaw clenched in pain. "I'm so sorry."
Once the zapping stopped, Elijah leaned into Bonnie.
"We can stop," she suggested, worried that Elijah dedication might be fading with each passing zap.
"No, no" Elijah said panting a bit. "If we're going to do this, we must do so quickly, before the wizard can formulate a response."
Bonnie tried again, but again the collar discharged causing Elijah's body to arch with electritcy.
"Kol told you it wouldn't be easy." Jeremy commented.
"Yeah well," Bonnie counted glaring at her old cellmate, Kol. "It's been hours and I'm still feeling pretty clean."
It felt good to say but how much further on her quest for to escape was she really? Kol seemed unfazed by Elijah or her plight.
"Let me try to cut it." Bonnie said. Until now, she'd just held the insulated handle she made to her metal fragment. To cut it meant she would need to hold the collar as well while she cut.
"No." Elijah said shaking his head. "No. you'll get hurt."
"Not if I finish quickly enough."
Besides if Elijah was willing to get zapped for their escape, should she be any less brave? She certainly had busted the men's chops for not having the fortitude to see an escape all the way through.
Finally, Elijah nodded. "We might as well try."
Bonnie braced herself for the shock as he grabbed the metal collar. She tried as quickly as she could to saw though the wires but the collar crackled with electrity. Her hand flew back as the metal fragment went flying across the cell.
Damon's POV
Damon followed the woman down the hallway. She knocked twice at a door that announced. 'Keep out or else.'
"Enter." The answer came.
The woman opened the door to the teen's bedroom. He was set up in a rocking gamer chair, playing his game on his sixty inch screen.
"Mattie it's the fuzz."
"It's okay mom." Matt answered.
Matt waved Damon in as the woman lingered at the door as if worried about leaving Damon alone with her son.
"He doesn't answer to the man." Matt reassured her.
As Damon sat down in a gamer chair next to Matt, the woman closed the door.
"Dawg, grab a controller and jump in."
Damon picked up a steering wheel controller and jumped into the game. They were racing over two hundred miles per hour. The speaker's right at ear level; transmitted every scream of transmission in Matt's immersive gamming system.
"Well you were right on." Damon informed the teen. I figured out the; game is master level serial killer."
"So kind of a cross between Maxpayne and Manhunt?" Matt asked.
Damon nodded as he avoided a head on collision with another car. He played, but his heart and mind certainly weren't in it. He fell back into sixth position.
"I've seen that look before." Matt commented. "Thinking that the game isn't worth finishing?"
Damon shrugged. "Yeah, I'm starting to feel like poor Herbie on his wheel. It's just that…well…if it wasn't for…."
Matt nodded. "Ah, the princess."
"Yeah, the princess." Damon admitted. He hated to admit that bonnie had become the reason he was moving forward. Not to avenge Starving Stanley's other victims.
"Show me a picture." Matt asked.
Jake got out his phone and brought up a photo of Bonnie with a bulldog puppy. It was perhaps her cutest.
"A little to the left." Matt said still zigging and zagging to stay in first place.
Damon made the adjustment. "Oh yeah," Matt said appreciatively. "You are going to have to slay a few dragons for that."
Yes he would.
Damon's phone rang, but he could barely hear it over the game's noise. He turned his chairs speakers off as he answered the phone.
"Sorry I've got to take this."
Matt nodded as Damon answered. "Detective Salvatore."
"Are you at the river?" Conner asked.
"No, why would I be-"
"Dude haven't you heard?" Conner demanded. "They found a floater. Twenties. Female. Brunette."
Damon felt his heart drop into his belly. It couldn't be.
"Where exactly?"
"Texting you a map right now." Conner said.
Damon waited until it came through. He hit get directions as he rose.
"Sorry Matt. I've got to jet."
"Bad news?" Matt asked.
"Possibly game over."
Jeremy's POV
Jeremy watched as Bonnie shook her hand out.
"How's that grand fucking escape going for ya?" Klaus asked.
Bonnie walked over and picked up the fragment. "Damn it." she mumbled then looked up. "When's lunch?"
"Oh we don't get lunch. But dinner shouldn't be too long."
"Great just great." Bonnie grumbled.
"Guess you should have taken the bacon when you had the chance." Tyler commented accurately.
"Jeremy?" Bonnie asked. "Got any more of those cupcakes?"
"Sorry." Jeremy said showing his empty hands.
"You had like ten of them." Bonnie said.
"Hey!" Jeremy protested. "I've gotta a fast metabolism."
Besides he didn't see anyone else out there during the free for all risking their lives to salvage the cupcakes. In the dungeon, it was definitely finders keepers.
"God I'm starving." Bonnie said.
Oh, Elijah got that glint in his eye.
"Bad choice of words!" Jeremy shouted, but it was too late.
Bonnie turned towards Elijah, but the man was already on the move. He leapt from his chair then slammed into Bonnie, crushing her up against the bars. He outweighed her by what felt like a hundred pounds. Her metal fragment flew from her hand, landing on the floor.
"What are you going?" Bonnie demanded of Elijah.
"I've been watching you." Elijah answered.
Elijah leaned down grabbing the metal fragment. He then maneuvered the fragment to cut through his restraints. Once his hands were free, he stroked down Bonnie's side, narrowly missing her full breasts. Bonnie squirmed trying to fight him off, but the sheer weight difference didn't let her budge an inch.
"Don't worry, I won't molest you. I need your body perfect for the transformation."
"You bastard." Bonnie cured then spat.
"Such language." Elijah chided. "But I will purify you, don't you worry."
Jeremy couldn't hear what Bonnie said, but she whispered something. Clearly, Elijah didn't hear it either, as he leaned in. "What?"
Bonnie whispered again drawing Elijah in even closer. This time though, she bit his lip, drawing blood. If she thought that would dislodge Elijah, she clearly forgot how many zaps Elijah took to gain her trust.
This guy was in it for the long game.
Bonnie lashed out with a kick that got Elijah to let go enough for her to dart from his weighty embrace. But how far could she get? Elijah's cell was locked again. She climbed up on the cot.
"It's time." Elijah announced, then lunged.
Bonnie grabbed his collar, zapping them both. Elijah had enough energy, jerked the mattress out from under her. Bonnie went flying backwards and landed hard. Elijah rushed her, pinning her again. He banged her head against the wall over and over again.
"Just remember you made me do this."
Bonnie looked to Kol, who shrugged. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me."
Jeremy wasn't sure if she heard him, though. She looked pretty unconscious at this point.
Stage one complete. Jeremy could hardly wait for Staving Stanley's next stage. Again, Jeremy really, really missed his popcorn.
Damon's POV
Damon skidded his car to stop, jump out, and slid his way down the riverbank. There were only two uniformed cops guarding the crime scene. They hadn't even had a chance to throw up crime tape yet.
"Hey!" one of them protested as Damon charged toward the body.
"Let me see her." Damon said.
The uniformed offer blocked his path though. "The coroner hasn't cleared the body yet."
"Get out of my way." Damon demanded. Clearly they did not know everything he'd been through today. A stupid rule of protocol was not going to get in his way.
He just charged past the cop and sank to his knees in the mud next to the body. She was the right height, weight and hair color. With a shaky hand Damon reached out and grabbed the body's shoulder and rolled her over. Hair covered the victim's face.
Tenderly, Damon swiped the strands away from her face…
It wasn't Bonnie.
Like a bolt of lightning, the realization that this body was not bonnie shot through Damon. Then relief flooded his body. He hadn't realized how worried he'd been until this moment.
"Oh thank god." Damon muttered. Plus the woman's neck had bee slashed certainly wasn't Starving Stanley's MO.
He grabbed his phone and speed dialed Conner. "It's not her!"
"Then you are going to love this news." Conner said. "The tire tracks from the storage unit match the ones from the alley."
Damon rose and began the steep climb back up the river's bank. "But that doesn't make any sense."
"Hey!" The uniformed cop shouted. "Where are you going?"
Damon waved him off. "It's okay. We're good."
"Aren't you going to wait for the coroner?" The cop asked.
"Naw. She's not my vic." Damon explained.
"But she's been murdered right?" The cop challenged.
"Not my perp either!" Damon shouted back as he crested the bank. "Sorry." he explained.
"Strict four day work week..."
He got to his car and turned his attention back to Conner.
"Fill me in."
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie's head felt like a split-open cantaloupe- if, you know, vegetables had feelings, her vision was blurry, and for some reason her arms were aching like she'd done a thousand reps.
Worse, someone's hands were rubbing her down with what felt like bacon grease.
She startled fully awake to find herself strung up by her wrists while Elijah was in her face, slathering her with bacon grease. She strained against her ties.
"You must let me anoint you, lest you skin dry and crack during your metamorphosis."
"I need to see your soul." Elijah explained as if he were telling a fairy tale to a small child.
"You're crazy!" Bonnie spat.
Elijah tsked. "Give you five, six days without sustenance and all that hides your essence will be melted away. Then I will see your true face."
"Kol!" Bonnie cried.
"Oh, what?" Klaus teased "Now he's your go to guy?"
"Kol!" Bonnie begged. "Please please. You've got to help me."
However Kol didn't even acknowledge her plea.
"I think I'll let Elijah have his fun with you for a few fucking days, then we'll get to my kind of fun, bitch."
"No…" Bonnie sobbed.
All right my little lambs, sadly this fanfic is coming to an end. :( only 3 chapters left loves
Next time on The House of Seven: sorry not really sure what I wanted to put here. so that being said I'm just gonna leave a sneak peek.
Sneak peak:
"You don't want me to have to fight my way to her..."
Stay tuned!