A/N: Gather round my tiny disturbed bonkamily! Time for some gore and sex and pop culture references! In other words, the magic that is Bonkai.

Have to say first that I got a whole bunch of wonderful anon messages on tumblr about the fic and unfortunately, I couldn't reply to all of them, but if those anons are reading this I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. and I love the rest of you, of course, but that's hardly news.

Now for the ffnet anons: Guest1 (aww sorry about that, but thank you!), Alexis (yey, good to hear!), Guest2 (omg I was really hoping Bonnie's transformation would come off semi-convincing so thank you! she ups her crazy this chapter, so get ready), Bamoner (oooh, I know how you feel, but I think I can spin some fun Bamonkai moments in the mix too), lalala (well, bonnie will slowly begin to understand her actions are not entirely her own anymore and that her darkness has been triggered by kai, buuuut it's definitely a mindfuck for her and a bit of a challenge for him to rein in what he has awoken with his magic. There's also the fact that kai is drawn to her goodness too, so that will add another conflicting side to their relationship), Anastasia (agreed! he is the bane of my existence and the fire of my loins tbh), Guest3 (hahah yeeeees, embrace your trashiness anon, embrace it).

Okay, now for some heads up. This chapter is dark. And when I say dark, I mean it. Trigger warnings for dub con (but light dub con), gore, blood and violence. Now, for us dumpster babies, it's probably nothing, but to all the innocents reading this, be careful.

Anyway, enjoy the crazy!

P.S. "Desire" by Meg Myers & "Worst Behavior" by Drake for this chapter.

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Chapter 6: Get Lost In The Horror With Me

Desire, I'm hungry
I hope you feed me

Oh God. I'm going to –

She found it difficult to finish that thought or its implications. One solitary ray of clarity shot through the dark haze of lust and adrenaline. The light made her flinch. What was she doing? Was she actually going to have sex with a deranged psychopath?

No. Can't. Shouldn't.

She was the only one left out of her friends who hadn't gone through this rite of passage. Everyone had been involved with someone disreputable and toxic. Even Matt, sweet ol' Matt, had gotten entangled with Rebekah. And Katherine's daughter. At the same time.

But this was so much worse, because at least vampires had some kind of skewered moral code and had been turned into monsters against their will. This guy was just plain evil and in love with it. Any kind of vulnerability was either an act or another twisted facet of his psychosis.

And she found herself not only liking it, but wanting it; wanting to continue their current activity. It made her stomach lurch in a bad way.

Just a lost, dumb kid... she had thought. But kids were a lot more dangerous than grownups. Kids had only one goal: pleasure, namely, their own.

So when his tongue invaded her mouth, she knew he was mainly doing it for his own pleasure, because she had never been kissed this selfishly before. The other few guys she had locked lips with before had been pliant and generous. The strange thing about Kai was that he reminded her of those guys, but he also invalidated past experiences altogether. His sweetness had teeth. He only gave so he could take some more. He kissed you like he was strangling you, cutting off all air supply, crushing your lungs, leaving bruises on your tongue.

The boy hadn't kissed someone in twenty-something years. It showed. The Poison Kiss had been a hasty weapon, but now, he had time to explore. He grabbed her jaw forcibly and raised her head to meet his mouth, digging his nails into her skin without mercy. Bonnie gasped into his mouth. She didn't much appreciate his ministrations since he was inadvertently twisting her neck.

Inadvertently? No…nothing inadvertent about this.

He twisted harder, to the point where she felt her bones might snap. She moaned against his teeth, but it was a moan of pain. He craned her neck even further, the other hand sinking into her hair, pulling at the strands.

Shards of glass slithered and scudded across her skin, pinching her flesh where his stomach met hers, and the stickiness of his blood made it hard for their flesh to come apart. It made her shudder. The closeness was a thrill, but it also hurt.

Maybe she wasn't ready to have sex in the backseat of a car with a bruised and battered Kai. Maybe she was.

"Can – you – stop – hurts…" she muttered, groaning.

Kai roamed over her features with confusion.

"Isn't that good?" he asked innocently, echoing her own words when he had asked her to stop picking at his wounds.

Bonnie grimaced. "That was…different. I'm not like you. I don't get off on pain."

"So I'm gonna assume you totally did not enjoy burning my flesh, poisoning me, stabbing me to death, gouging my eyes out…slitting my throat," he trailed off, looking down at the long shard of glass which had slipped from her fingers to the floor of the car.

"You – you pushed me. You deserved that. Just because you enjoy watching others suffer –"

His hands traveled back down to her jeans. Before she had time to react, he ripped through what was left of her zipper with so much force, she screamed.

"Kai!"

One hand rested against her panties, while the other grabbed her jaw again.

"You know why you're so ridiculously wet right now, Bon Bon?"

His voice was so calm, so contrary to his actions. Bonnie growled and tried to push him off her, her magic coiling and snapping like an angry snake at his smug expression, but his own magic was ready to come out and play. The waves of energy clashed and sparked off each other. Bonnie closed her eyes and trembled as the magic ricocheted against his and hit her instead.

This was payback for almost blowing him up. It had to be.

His eyes were dark and mean and mischievous as they narrowed down on her.

"It's because I'm a liiiittle bit of a murderous psychopath. Like, I could bash your brains out if I got a random craving for it. I'd split your skull open right…here," he said, tapping her forehead gently. "And your heart-shaped tiny head would spurt soooooo much blood, I'd drown in it."

He laughed a horrid little laugh and tapped her forehead again.

"You see, it excites you that I'm a killer," he trailed off, his fingers moving in a circular motion against the fabric of her underwear. Bonnie stiffened. The magic inside her coiled for a different reason altogether. He was disgusting and awful. A perverted demon-boy. His fingers ran up and down her mound. Her eyes fluttered half-shut. She had almost given in to him. She had almost – but what was she doing now?

She bit her lip not to betray any sign of arousal.

"And, judging from the state of my fingers, power is a big turn on for you, Bonnie-Boo. To be specific, power over me. It excites you that you can hurt the terrible, evil psycho."

She slapped him hard. Not like you'd slap a jerk. No, she pawed at him, like an animal. He laughed and cupped her underwear, her heat pulsing into his palm.

"Why the animosity? I think that's great," he grinned, the "great" coming off like a shark chomping on a fresh piece of meat. "Embrace what you want, Bonnie. It's what I do."

"And that's worked out so well for you," she retorted hoarsely, wrenching her head away. "You've been stuck in hell for more than a decade."

A frown marred his boyish features for a few startling moments, but he recovered his good humor almost instantaneously.

"At least I ended up here because I quote-unquote deserved it. But you? You let them walk all over you. Face it, Bon Bon. You got played."

"No. I sacrificed myself, it was my choice, it was -"

"Bullshit, is what it was," he replied lightly, rubbing his palm against her wetness.

"Shut the fuck up," she spat, pushing her hands against his chest. His magic rumbled against hers dangerously.

"Ohohoho…that's more like it."

She gritted her teeth. "The only reason you're getting out of here is me. So get the fuck off me and never touch me again. Asshole."

She thought Kai would have some kind of negative reaction to this, but instead, his smile deepened. "Aw. Shivers. You have the balls of Winona Ryder in Mermaids. By the way, is Cher still a thing in the real world? Did she ever win that second Oscar?"

Bonnie couldn't believe this. He was doing it again. He was ranting about some inconsequential pop culture thing in the middle of an argument.

"I told you to get off me, you little shit."

"I knew it. No one would actually give her a second Oscar."

Bonnie was fuming. She stretched her hand down and grabbed the shard of glass lying on the floor.

"I'm warning you. I'll cut you to pieces, Kai. And I'll make sure you won't come back from that."

"And I already told you," he retorted, his voice low and dangerous. "Do it."

They acted at the same time.

She closed her eyes and plunged the glass into his neck, once, twice, thrice… He shrieked in agony but he bent down and sank his teeth into her left breast. He bit down, hard.

They both screamed. His tongue swirled around her nipple while his teeth mangled her flesh with vicious fervor. He was trying to skin her alive. Blood was flowing freely from his neck wounds, but he kept feasting on her breast, peeling off the layers, hardening her nipple until it hurt. Bonnie arched her back to give him better access. She felt a sick laugh bubble in her throat as she plunged the glass into his back. Kai mewled and grunted into her skin, his lips forming a wicked smile as he took care of her right breast. Bonnie finally opened her mouth and moaned once, deeply.

She couldn't get enough of it. Stabbing him, ripping him apart. Fuck, he was right. She wanted to cry. Wail and weep for this part of her that was coming alive. She got off on pain.

And his tongue and teeth were drawing blood from her too. She pressed herself to him, she twisted her body, she wanted everything.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that he was healing his wounds with magic, but he smiled at her almost angelically, his plump lips inviting her to try again, to slash and cut and tear him into pieces. Bonnie felt a tingling in her fingers, something feral building inside of her.

"Do it," he had said. His words did something to her. She sank the glass into his spine and twisted hard.

This is not me. This is not me. This is not me, she kept telling herself, begging her mind to respond, but her magic was singing.

Kai growled without restraint. "Fuck!" he yelled as she twisted harder.

Bonnie's head was swimming. God, it felt so good. And he wasn't even touching her now.

"Don't stop," he moaned, raising himself over her so she could have better access at him. Bonnie felt her hands shaking, but her magic was egging her on. She howled as she stabbed him again in the ribs.

Kai closed his eyes and smiled, although there were tears in his eyes. His nostrils flared in pleasure.

"That's it, just like that…" he murmured, lost in his ecstasy.

She was fascinated by his inhuman reactions. How could someone enjoy this so much? How could she?

She remembered all those times she had tried to kill him after Damon left. All those times she had hurt him so bad, she thought she would finally kill him. But he always got up with a fucking smirk on his face and nudged her to do it again, because to him, this was living. This was heavenly.

She felt her insides stirring and her core twitching in expectation.

His head dipped down and he kissed her gently at the corner of her lips, almost as a thank you for subjecting him to this pain. Bonnie scowled and slapped his head away. Kai grinned. He fastened his hand around her neck and squeezed.

"Kill – and – fuck – and kill again. Am I right, Bon Bon?"

She forgot about the terror he'd subjected her to in Damon's car. She forgot, because this was better.

She cried out, feeling a need inside her that hadn't been there before. She held the shard of glass with both hands and jerked it into the sensitive muscles of his abdomen, the blade rising and diving, the way you'd cull a knife against a cutting board.

He shuddered and writhed and groaned, his hips twitching above her. He squeezed her throat harder. Bonnie rubbed her thighs together, feeling tears smarting in her eyes.

It was – surreal. But she was close to something. He was choking her. And she was tearing into his flesh. How could this be so goddamn arousing? How could it incite her so much?

"Oh, Bon Bon, so close…" he murmured into her collarbone as his grip on her neck grew tighter and tighter.

She felt her heartbeat in her throat and her core exploded.

"K-Kai!" she choked, gasping for air.

Her body went rigid and then soft. She saw stars. Her thighs went weak, moving by their own accord in the aftermath of her orgasm. Ohhh...this is bad.

Kai growled madly when she removed the glass from his stomach and he went completely slack against her, as he came against her leg.

"Fuck, Bon!"

She felt the fabric of his shorts warm and moist against her and tasted the bile in her throat. He was bloodied all over and the evidence was on her hands. He let go of her neck.

Bonnie inhaled sharply, panting like there was no tomorrow. And there might not be.

They were two animals who had consumed each other like fresh game. And they hadn't even had sex. They hadn't even caressed. Layers of flimsy clothing still separated them.

And yet, her body vibrated with the strength of that orgasm and so did his. They thrummed together for several moments, their shallow breaths mingling.

He lowered himself on her and the stickiness was cemented against her skin.

"That was –" he mumbled, his sweat-drenched forehead resting between her wounded breasts.

" – insane," she finished for him, running a hesitant hand through his wet hair.

She looked up at the padded roof of the car and let out a sigh of pleasure and regret. Her mind was a blank. She didn't care. She didn't care about anything.

Except -

"Are - are you okay?"

The question hung in the air for several tense moments. Kai stiffened against her. He felt a chill run down his bloodied spine.

"I always am," he whispered into the hollow of her chest.

How she could still care about his welfare and want to destroy him in one breath was beyond him. He remembered the way she'd made him promise not to die. He felt his dick twitch in response. Her conscience was getting twisted, spread thin, but it was still there, lurking, and it got him hard.

Oh, her darkness was precious, but the impure mixture of goodness and evil made his blood sing and throb.

The little witch had joined him in the nadir, but she was unwittingly gifting him the zenith left in her too. It was intoxicating.

He wanted to fuck the goodness out of her... and into him.

Kai started trailing little kisses down her stomach. So feathery and soft that they scared her.

"You don't know how long I waited for someone to do that."

Bonnie's head snapped up.

"Do what?"

Kai raised his eyes to meet hers. She could swear they twinkled with joy.

"Get lost in the horror with me. I thought I was alone."

"You are," she protested, but her voice trembled.

He blew warm air over her pelvic bone. "Not anymore."

His teeth drew down her underwear.

A/N: because Bonnie and Kai are naturally redefining sex. More of what Kai started in the next chapter because I'm Satan. Share the love and review!