A/N: Welcome back, bonkamily! It's been a dry episode this week and well, TVD is always kind of dry when Bonnie Bennett is concerned so let's spice things up, shall we? (lol, I sound like a gameshow host, but whatev)

Many bonkai hugs and high fives to all you awesome reviewers and readers, here and on tumblr. You're the trashiest, thirstiest, loveliest fandom ever :)

Anons time: Guest1 (glad you like all of them! and Kai definitely has a case of 'I'm infatuated with power, but she IS power, so I kind of adore her too'), SallyChoo (omggg, it's so hard to choose a cool line from your review cuz the whole thing is a blast, I mean Mama Bonkai! kill me with feels why don't you? and the 'tingles, jingles and jangles' is what I will now aspire to inspire as an author), Alexis (thanks! you're probably gonna love/hate the ending), Bon Bon x Kai (oh man, you are one optimistic shipper with the weekly updates thing, like I really wish I could, but grad school is a bitch half the time. However, I try not to let too much time pass between updates), Bamoner (thanks hon!), Guest2 (no need to die anymore!)

So have fun with this chapter and share your thoughts!

P.S. There's a scene towards the end that kind of gets gory? Not for the squeamish I guess, so trigger warning.

P.S.S. yep, those lyrics are from Azealia Banks' Esta Noche. I unapologetically love that song.

Chapter 5 - You roughed me up pretty bad

He wanna taste the cinnamon too

Sex is a race, I'm winning it too

With one hand on the steering wheel and another resting idly on the edge of the window, Bonnie hummed the unfamiliar, but catchy song on the radio.

"Let me see you go back, let me see you go forth..."

The radio announcer mentioned the singer's name. Aaliyah. Bonnie had heard of her vaguely.

She died young. Bonnie smiled sadly. That's not going to happen to me.

She felt good, for once. Not just hopeful, but carefree. The little worries and naggings that had been wearing her down every moment since she'd first entered this prison-world were fading away, one by one. She had survived confinement, she had survived madness, she had even survived Kai. She was strong, and she was going to be okay, because there was nothing this world or the next could throw at her without her being absolutely prepared.

"Mmm…" he groaned next to her, shuffling in his seat to rest his head on his left side. She could see his boyish face nuzzled in his arm. He was fast asleep, if his peaceful expression and his slow breathing were any indication, but Bonnie didn't put it past him to suddenly open his eyes and scream or stick out his tongue at her.

Just as well. She glanced at him without her usual misgivings. He was no longer a threat. He might still try to harm or deceive her, but it would be like water under the bridge. He could not impress her. Not after the Poison Kiss.

Old Bonnie may have felt uncomfortable, if not downright bad, about the way she had tricked him. And old Bonnie may have also wondered why present Bonnie was so at ease and remorseless about the whole thing.

In truth, she did not know. Nor did she care to prod in her head to find out why she was unaffected by her recent actions. It was a self-defense mechanism, this willful ignorance. The Other Side required fast thinking and pragmatism, not self-loathing and regrets. Maybe morality could be reinstated when she finally returned home. Maybe.

She felt good just knowing she had done what she had needed to do.

And well, it hadn't been a bad kiss.

She looked at his slightly parted mouth, so oddly sensuous, yet innocent. His lips were so full and pink, almost girlish. The lower lip drooped invitingly.

Bonnie shook her head and laughed.

He's just a lost, dumb kid with too much power on his hands. And he probably likes me, but that doesn't mean I have to like him back, she thought humorously.

She felt another laugh bubble up in her throat. She had no idea where this perennial amusement was coming from but it was good to smile and shrug her shoulders, for once.

He groaned again, clenching his fists and pressing his lips together until they turned white.

Bonnie kept humming. She pushed down on the acceleration pedal and watched the speed go up to 80 mph, 85, 90…

The scenery flew past her in a dizzying, delicious blur as the highway seemed to shrink and turn into tiny black dots at the corner of her eye. The sky burned an acrylic blue.

She'd never driven this fast in her life, mostly because Mystic Falls was a residence area where if you decided to brake too fast you got a warning from the sheriff.

But here, she was free to explore. Here in this land of nowhere and no one.

She laughed again when she felt her hand shaking on the steering wheel. She stretched her other hand further out the window and let the blasts of wind glide through her fingers, feeling a deep and pleasant ache in her bones. She clenched her fist and gathered the winds around her hand and then released them again into the sky. The magic sparked violently and the winds made a sound like glass breaking.

But no, there was a different sound too. Something like a whimper, or a soft moan.

Kai's chest rose and fell tumultuously and his eyebrows crowded on his forehead, tense and drawn. His fists were shaking. He opened and closed his mouth, releasing, at first, barely coherent sounds.

Bonnie slowed down. She wanted to hear him.

"N-no, Dad…Stop."

She licked her lips and turned down the radio. This was getting interesting.

"Don't! I'm warning you… I said don't!"

He was having a nightmare. A bad one, judging from the way he jolted in his seat, as if he was about to lunge at an invisible enemy.

Bonnie considered waking him. He seemed to be struggling with a pretty bad demon.

"Son of a bitch! I'm going to tear you apart…Please, no. Stop!" he moaned, gritting his teeth.

Bonnie tilted her head. Then again, watching him suffer was a better alternative. She liked him vulnerable.

" – don't touch her. She's mine, I – I found her – first!"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. Okay, slightly creepy. He's fighting with his dad over a girl?

She shouldn't be surprised. The Gemini coven were as fucked up as you could find.

"Go to hell," he muttered under his breath, stomping his feet down and pressing his clenched fists on his knees. He jutted his chin forward, as if taunting his adversary.

Bonnie saw a lone bead of sweat trail down his forehead. Something about it mesmerized her. It stood out to her like a question mark. Or maybe...maybe it was the answer to the absurd existence of this demon boy.

She extended her hand and flicked it with her finger. But when her nail traced down his skin, she saw a red line appear where the sweat used to be. His skin cracked open under her finger, like the stuffing of a plump cushion. Spurts of blood bubbled to the surface. The magic was razor sharp, its incision tiny but precise. She drew her nail further down and the red line lengthened until it reached his jaw. She drew two half-moons next to it.

She could see it. The letter.

B.

She had written down her initial on his skin.

Bonnie smiled sadly. She smiled because her innocence was gone and she didn't care all that much. She was still right, she was still good. But maybe not that good. She liked how easy it was to hurt him.

The letter faded, but little beads of blood remained etched to his skin.

Bonnie hummed and stepped on the acceleration. The sky burned.

Kai tipped his head back and gurgled the water in his throat before spitting it in the sink. He looked in the mirror and traced the little scars on the left side of his face. He had fallen asleep without those scratches. A small smile played on his lips.

Oh, Bon Bon…you make me blush.

He would've liked to feel her nails run down his back too, if he could manage it.

The magic had coiled around her faultless heart and injected the membrane with poison, so good and so sweet.

He pushed the door to the bathroom open and scanned the empty store. Bonnie was presumably outside, filling up the tank with gas.

He had time to look around for some shitty snacks to annoy her with. She had warned him not to stink up the car. Maybe he could get something with onion or garlic to really drive her cra –

His thoughts were scattered into little pieces as he felt the blow to his head. Only it wasn't a blow. It was more like being a little kid and standing too close to the fireworks your older siblings were trying to light. He saw the sparks, the explosion, the flames – all in slow motion. Space seemed to shrink and then expand. Glass and rubble flew everywhere, clouding his vision, tearing at his skin, blocking his lungs. His head pulsed and throbbed.

He was thrown back with a violent whoosh and vroom. It felt like he was in a Saturday morning cartoon, where he was the foolish coyote who had been blown to smithereens, chasing the road runner.

He managed to drag himself out of the scorched plaster and make a dash for what used to be the doors. It was a good thing he did, because when his knees hit the asphalt, another big explosion erupted behind him, blowing up the roof and flinging the rubble into the sky.

His mind went into overdrive. He had to get out of there. It was only a matter of time before the fire reached the gas and then…

He took a step forward and then another, hands stretched outwards like a zombie. He looked down and saw a trail of fire running down from the store to…

"Phesmatos extinguo!" she screamed and the flames died out instantly before they reached the gas pumps.

Kai blinked. His face was covered in soot. He could barely breathe. His ears felt like they had been filled with cotton, every sound softened and slowed. The fire was still gently burning his skin. His T-shirt was in tatters, his shorts were falling off in pieces, his skin was black and red and singeing.

Yet, oddly enough, it did not hurt. Not anymore. His magic, in fact, seemed to be feeding off it. It enveloped him like a cool ointment, soothing and healing his wounds.

Bonnie rushed to him, her face contorted in horror and fear.

"Oh my God! Are you all right? Kai, say something! Are you okay?"

He coughed and spat ashes.

"It was an accident! I was just stretching out and then I – I don't know what I was thinking, but all of a sudden I couldn't control it, I'm so sorry!"

Kai took off his T-shirt and rubbed at his face. Little flames were still attached to his skin, but they weren't burning him anymore. They weren't even eating away at his flesh. They were stuck to him like shadows.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "How can I help?"

She didn't look sorry. She didn't look sorry at all. In fact, her eyes were filled with excitement and a delirious kind of mirth.

"Water," he rasped, licking his lips.

She rushed to the car, beckoning him to follow her. Kai raised an eyebrow. She'd had time – before she blew him and the store up – to move the car across the road.

She handed him a bottle of water.

He drank half of it and poured the rest on his face.

And then he heard it. A soft chuckle. At first he thought he'd just imagined it. But no.

Bonnie Bennett was trying to stifle a laugh.

"Sorry! You just look…so funny like that. All burned and wet."

And he did look like a sad puppy that had been saved by the firemen in the nick of time.

Water trailed down his bare chest. Shards of glass stuck out of his ribs like teeth. Flames danced around his biceps. The red gashes were slowly filling up as the magic healed him, but it was a slow process.

"So, I'm funny, huh?" he spoke lightly, running a hand over his wet hair.

Bonnie laughed, but her laughter was just like his voice, both light and dark. Her eyes glimmered with satisfaction.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh…This magic is still new to me."

Like hell it is, he thought, although he wasn't sure if he was upset or delighted.

"Do you want me to help you heal? It's the least I can do," she offered, touching his arm. Suddenly, the flames still dancing along his muscles reached out and covered her hand.

Bonnie stared in fascination as the fire inched higher and higher up her arm. It didn't hurt at all. It only felt like a warm touch, the way she felt when she placed her palms around a hot cup of chocolate. The flames twisted around her neck and licked at her jaw.

"Oh, I don't know, Bon Bon. You roughed me up pretty bad. Don't think healing me is gonna cut it."

"What will?"

Kai tilted his head to the side. The fire was not attacking her skin, but it was eating the fabric of her tank top, leaving her exposed.

Kai took a step forward. Bonnie took a step back until her body was pinned against the car. She fumbled for the door lock, trying to pry it open.

"Need help?" he asked, stretching his hand and unlocking it with magic. The little spurt of energy made her skin tingle.

Bonnie whimpered something under her breath. He let his hand linger on her waist. Her resolution gave in and she tumbled down into the backseat. Kai collapsed over her body, his knees jittery from the explosion. He smelled like ashes, burnt flesh and arousal.

"Can't…stand up," he muttered, his breath falling on her neck. He moved his head up and saw her watching him with an expression of disgust and desire.

"You really did a number on me," he added, watching the flames dance between them, bridging the gap between them. The red tongues dwelled on the rise of collarbone, like a necklace of sunrays.

At this rate, the whole car would be engulfed in flames. But such was the nature of his magic. It fed the fire.

"It was an accident," she repeated.

"This isn't," he said, and his mouth lowered and hovered over her collarbone. He swallowed the flames and licked the fire, kissing her skin.

Bonnie watched, enthralled, the way he consumed the fire, wolfed it down like it was one of his nasty snacks. She made a sound of disapproval, but almost against her will, she cocked her head to the side, allowing him more space. Her tank top and bra were ashes that barely covered her skin.

Bonnie's hands traveled to his stomach and wrenched out a shard of glass.

He gasped and breathed loudly, his nostrils flaring. His magic was performing a speedy recovery, but that didn't mean she could just rip apart –

She did it again, pulling a fresh shard, coated in his blood.

"Hey, Bon? Not that I'm not loving your initiative, but that kind of hurts."

"Good," she mumbled, yanking one more out, for good measure. He growled and pinned one hand above her head, putting enough weight on her wrist to merit a whimper. Her lips stuck out in supplication. Her eyelashes fluttered in fright. She was the image of the maiden being taken by the beast. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

But her free hand held up a shard of glass to his neck.

Kai stilled and grinned like a hungry shark.

"Do it."

She pressed the glass deeper into his throat until droplets of blood spurted across its surface.

God, she loved how his skin opened up for her.

It was funny, he'd had his hand around her neck in Damon's car but now she - she had him in a similar position.

What if she drew a B across his neck? Would he like that?

He grunted and pressed his body against hers, until naked skin was touching naked skin. She screamed and moaned as she felt the glass, the blood, the flesh all at once.

"Are you going to kill me or fuck me?" he whispered in her ear.

"No," she groaned, trying to resist.

"Because either you slit my throat or I..." he trailed off, one hand pulling down the zipper of her jeans. "...help you out of these."

She squirmed and arched her body into his.

"So what will be, bestie? Kill or fuck?"

The question dangled in the air for a few moments as she felt the demon boy growing hard against her leg.

She drew two half-moons against his throat.

"Both," she whispered and before she had closed her mouth, his tongue had wormed its way inside hers.

A/N: Yesss, that is a cliffhanger, I am evil & you have every right to hate me :p