She gargled a capful of mouthwash, rinsing her mouth and face with water before heading back to the living room. Her thoughts were swirling and she couldn't keep still. She paced around the living area. The sense of feeling trapped overwhelmed her. She wasn't going to run anymore. If she was honest with herself, she knew that she couldn't run anymore even if she wanted to. She could fly to Jamaica and Kai would still catch up to her eventually. Eventually, she was getting real fed up with that word. No matter how far she ventured, she knew that it would only be a matter of time before he found her. He would always find her, eventually.

Her only options were either to run and play an eternal game of hide and seek. She frowned and shook her head at the mere thought. She had stopped pacing. Or, she could give in. She could swallow her pride, pack her things and go willingly to him. He would have no reason to hurt her. She would just have to spend the rest of her days alongside a sociopath. She didn't care for that notion either. Even if he thought she didn't have her magic, Kai was still dangerous and she'd be a fool to let her guard down. He said himself that there could possibly be another source of magic. Another source that he would undoubtedly be searching for. She continued to pace.

Then again, by having him near by, she would be able to keep a close eye on the ascendant. Possibly even get her hands on it. Get her hands on it and go home alone. Bonnie rushed over to the camcorder on the dining table and picked up the sticky note. She examined the phone number on the back: 801-275-9046. There was no need to memorize it. She had no intention of calling it. She balled up the yellow square and threw it in the kitchen trash can for good measure. She decided that it would be best if he were the one to come to her. As for herself, she chose to do absolutely nothing.

The next couple of days went by as per usual. She would do laundry, read, watch old movies and even took a trip to the grocery store. She refused to allow her stalker to control her. However, she was very disappointed by the fact that she could no longer indulge in Jo's journals anymore. As fearless as she was, she'd be lying to herself if she said she wasn't a tad bit more paranoid. She became hyper alert of her surroundings. She had checked the house for bugs and cameras to no avail. That only proved her theory that he had spied on her by physically breaking in and watching her. Throughout the day and at night before bed, she would check every nook and cranny of the house for any signs of things that might have moved or be out of place. She also would make sure that each door and window to the house were locked. One day the volume on the TV was turned up high and it went to static while she was cleaning the bathroom, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She wasn't comfortable enough to take her usual hikes up the mountain anymore and she cursed herself for it. She hated being restrained like this. Being monitored like she was a common prisoner.

There was no sign of Kai for the next four days. She knew he hadn't forgotten his threat. She was curious as to how long he would go before he acted on it. By the time the sixth day since he had broken into the house had arrived, Bonnie thought she would try something different. She couldn't stand being refined to the house any longer and decided to go for a walk up the mountain. She kept the music turned down low on the Walkman so she could keep a sharper eye on her surroundings. He was nowhere to be found. She didn't want to appear as if his threat had any affect on her. But she knew that if he had continued to watch her, he would've been able to sense a change in her behavior.

Once she got over the fact that she was being stalked, Bonnie felt a rush knowing that her every move was being watched. She found herself somewhat performing when she would exercise or dance around the kitchen. She figured that if he wanted to watch, she'd give him something to look at. Apart from intimate moments like showering of course, she made sure the door was shut by locking it and barricading herself inside with a chair against the door.

On the seventh morning, she had gotten up particularly early to make breakfast. Just as she was about to flip her omelette, the phone in the kitchen rang. Bonnie was sure her heart stopped at the sudden noise. She jumped, causing her to flip her omelette onto the floor. She cursed and proceeded to wipe up the mess as the landline continued to ring. She irritably threw her wasted breakfast into the trash bin below the phone in the wall and finally picked it up.

"Morning!" A familiar voice sang. "It's good to see you up bright and early."

"What do you want, Kai?" She said through gritted teeth. She stepped out further into the living room with the long, coiled cord extending behind her, folding her arms.

"Hey hey hey, what's with the tude, Bon? Just a minute ago you seemed to be in such a good mood."

"Oh really? How do I seem now?" She held up her middle finger and gave a fake smile.

"That's not lady like."

"And I was in a good mood until someone called and made me drop my breakfast."

"Not my fault you have butterfingers. But getting back to the matter at hand, it seems that you have forgotten our little arrangement. It's been seven days, I had yet to receive a phone call."

"Oh I didn't forget. And if I recall, it wasn't much of an arrangement. It was more like a threat."

"Threat is such a harsh word. Think of it more as a warning. And seeing as you haven't done anything about it over the past week, I'm going to assume that you chose the latter of the consequences where I have to pursue you."

Bonnie sighed. "Do what you must."

He paused. "If I didn't know any better, it almost seems as if you want me to come after you."

Yeah, so I can steal the ascendant, possibly kill you and go back home.

"Assume what you will." She thought for a moment. "If all you want are your possessions, why can't I just give them back to you and we could go our separate ways?"

"Now Bon Bon, you know that's not how this works. I have to teach you a lesson about misbehaving."

She shook her head. "So, when can I expect a visit from the Devil himself?"

"Sooner than you think."

He hung up the phone and she followed suit. She had no idea how much time she had until he arrived. But guessing from the fact that he was able to see her, it wouldn't be long. She looked down at her attire: an over-sized, grey sweater and a pair of black shorts that she slept in the night before. It was acceptable, nothing too revealing for the pervert. She raced upstairs to retrieve the bag of stolen items and rummaged through the wardrobe for another bag to put them her luck, she found a book bag. She placed the drawings, journals and spell books inside, leaving her personal items in her bag. She made sure to leave Ms. Cuddles hidden away at the bottom.

She ran back downstairs to the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter. She was too anxious to attempt to make herself another omelette but she was also still hungry. She made herself a quick bowl of cereal, choosing to walk around the kitchen instead of sitting while she ate. She had no idea what Kai had in store for her. Or how this plan of hers was going to work. She hoped it would go as smoothly as her other plan.

She finished eating and began to wash it when she heard a knock at the door. Her stomach dropped. He really did mean soon. She grabbed the bag off the counter and stepped out into the living room and saw him standing behind the glass door with a bag over his shoulder. He smiled and raised his hand, twinkling his fingers at the sight of her. He appeared taller than she remembered. Then again, she hadn't seen him in a little less than a month. She sauntered over and reluctantly slid the glass door open. He stepped inside, smiling down at her.

"Miss me?"

"Not really."

"Oh well."

He walked over to the couch and threw his bag on it. He sat down next to it, placing his feet on the coffee table and folding his arms behind his head. "So, what's for breakfast?"

"I don't know about you," she walked over to stand beside him on the couch, "but I just had a bowl of Apple Jacks."

"I'll take what I can get." He said picking up the remote.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, whatever you feel like making."

"Let's get one thing straight, I'm not your maid. I don't work for you and I'm not cooking you a damn thing. Anything you want to eat, you can make it yourself."

He smiled, eyeing her up and down. "Bonnie Bennett in a maid outfit, now that I would pay to see."

She picked up a pillow and hit him over the head with it. He recoiled in the process. She then threw the book bag in his lap. "As promised, everything that rightfully belongs to you. Now take it and get out."

"That was rude." He said rubbing his head. He checked the contents of the bag before standing to face her. "And if I recall, that wasn't a part of the deal." He said smugly.

"What do you want, Kai?" She blurted out frustratedly. "You already have your things, what more do you want from me?"

"Well aside from the obvious, I don't want anything else from you."

He left the bag on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. She followed bewildered.

"Then why are you still here?"

He went towards the fridge and pulled out random ingredients, placing them on the counter. "Is it so hard to believe that I genuinely enjoy your company?"

"It is, actually." She said coming up to the island, folding her arms. "And what are you doing?" You didn't buy that."

"Technically, neither did you."

"Well, technically, everything in the fridge is mine since I drove to the supermarket to get it." She snatched the loaf of bread out of his hand. "Now, go make a sandwich elsewhere. "

"Why would I do that when there's plenty of food here for the both of us?" He yanked the bread back from her.

"I'm sorry, us? You speak as if you're staying."

"That's because I am." He said nonchalantly, continuing to prepare his meal.

"What?! Like hell you are. In what universe would I want to live with the person who tried to stab me no less than a month ago?"

"The universe where you're trapped in a supernatural parallel dimension on a repeating loop of May 10, 1994." He finished making his sandwich, grabbed some cookies and a glass of juice and headed to the living room. Bonnie had no choice but to follow.

"Besides, its like I said in my home movie, we need each other." He sat on the couch, plate in hand and feet on the table once more. He moved the bag he packed and the bag Bonnie gave back to him to the side of the couch. Bonnie came to a stop standing next to him. "Need each other for what? Yes, you may have the ascendant but without any magic, we're stuck here." Her mind's eye flew to an image of her teddy bear.

"I also said that there could be another source of magic somewhere. Someone needs to work on their listening skills." He took a bite of his food.

"Someone heard you just fine. Someone also remembers you saying that before and look how that turned out." She pushed his feet off the table and walked past him to sit on the opposite end of the couch. He picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels.

"Oh yeah, I meant to comment on that little stunt you pulled. Neat trick by the way. I wouldn't have thought of that myself. Needless to say, don't try it again."

"Wouldn't dream of it." She said sarcastically.

Bonnie folded her legs underneath her body and propped her head up with her arm, half watching the TV.

"Shouldn't you be out sacrificing squirrels or whatever it is sociopaths do in their spare time?"

"I think you're confusing me with serial killers."

"You're not too far off from one."

"Please, I don't deserve that much credit."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You never answered my question."

"And what question was that?" He bit off half of a cookie.

"What do you want and why are you still here?"
"That's two questions."

"The answer them."

He sighed. "Fine. I came back for my things, that one is obvious. And two," He shrugged. "I'm bored."

"You're bored?"

"Would you like me to talk slower and use less syllables?"

She nudged him on his side with her foot. "No. I just don't understand why you can't go be bored somewhere else?"

"There's just something about the state of Utah drawing me here at the moment." He grinned at her. She eyed him irritably and turned to face the television. Her eyes glazed over some cartoon that was blaring, not really paying attention. She thought for a moment.

"I don't think bored is the right word to use."

"What word would you prefer I have used?"

"Lonely."

Kai paused. He placed his plate on the table and stared at the television, not making eye contact.

"Why would think that?"

"I mean, think about it: You've been imprisoned here in solitary confinement for eighteen years. It's understandable that you'd want to cling to only other person here."

"Nice analysis, Doc." He scoffed. "You sound like my mother. Always trying to psychoanalyze everything I do." He took a bite of his sandwich. "Wanna tell me what else you think is wrong with me?"

"We don't have enough time in the world." She briefly thought of what his mother must have been like. There wasn't much mention of her in Jo's journals, apart from the occasional teen vs. parent dispute.

Kai laughed, either at something on the TV or at what she had just said. Bonnie wasn't sure since he hadn't looked in her direction.

"That's not true. We have an eternity to get to know each other, Bon. Well, that's not entirely true either. We have until however long it takes us to locate another source of magic."

Bonnie didn't respond. Her mind was focused on where he could have put the ascendant. Knowing him, he more than likely had it on him in his pocket or in his bag. Which would make it all the more difficult to get her hands on it. She was inwardly starting to become frustrated.

Her mind snapped back to reality when Kai got up to put his dishes in the sink and disappeared behind the stairwell. She heard a door open and close and when he returned he had two blankets in his hand. He returned to his spot on the couch and extended one to her.

She took it hesitantly, setting it in a folded square on top of her lap. She would have been suspicious as to how he knew his way around the house so well until she quickly remembered that he had been stalking her for the past three weeks. She watched him intently as he covered himself in one of the blankets and put his feet on the coffee table once again. Bonnie's inner "mom" was becoming vexed.

"Excuse me, I just cleaned that."

"Eh, I can just take care of it later. Any request?" He asked flipping through the channels once more.

"No. And good luck finding anything on there that you haven't seen a billion times."

"Tell me about it. I've already watched every episode of Hey Arnold!, Rocko's Modern Life, The Simpsons, -"

"And those are all cartoons."

"Whats wrong with cartoons?"

"Nothing, it's just a little juvenile."

"Oh what? Like you never watched cartoons?"

"I did when I was ten. Then I did this thing called maturing. You should try it sometime." She said with a fake smile.

"I'll have you know I can be very mature...when the time calls for it. And if we're using television shows as an indication of maturity, I've seen Seinfeld, The X-Files, Baywatch."

"Why am I not surprised that you liked Baywatch? Besides, you haven't even named the best shows."

"Name 'em."

"Boy Meets World, Saved By The Bell, The Nanny."

"All boring."

"I'm sorry, did they have too much substance for you?"

"I resent that. Baywatch had plenty of substance for me."

Bonnie caught herself mid-chuckle, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that she was laughing at something Kai said. She fiddled with her fingers and kept talking.

"What about The Cosby Show?"

"Meh." He waved his hand in a back and forth, so-so gesture.

"What?! Everyone loved The Cosby Show. It's a classic.

"Everyone but me apparently. Lemme guess, you probably liked Beverly Hills, 90210 too right?

"Sure did." She said proudly.

"The Fresh Prince?"

"Duh, who didn't like it? Full House?"

"Nah, too cheesy."

"All eighties shows were cheesy."

"True."

"Did a show called Are You Afraid of the Dark? exist or am I imagining things?"

"No, it was real." He snickered. "It used to scare the crap out of Austin and Katie." He added, "My youngest siblings." at the sight of her confused expression. She noticed he had never said their names before. The show Family Guy came to mind as a show she knew he would like. She decided to stay quiet and let the subject go as she didn't want him to get the wrong idea about her bringing up anything about the present.

Kai sighed as he mindlessly flipped through the channels. "Since nothing interesting appears to be on TV at the moment, we could watch a movie."

"Fine with me."

He dropped the remote and disappeared up the stairs once more. She brought her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on her knees. What in the hell was she doing? Fraternizing with the enemy and wasting time is what! Her goal should be locating the ascendant at all times! Yet she's here debating popular 90s sitcoms with a psycho! Bonnie was shook as to how long they had been sitting there, chit chatting like old pals. She was even more disturbed by how easy it was to do so with him. She even found herself laughing. Well it is a known fact that sociopaths are manipulative, she thought matter-of-factly. so I can't beat myself up too much over that. She knew deep down that that was just her mind's attempt of trying to ease her lapse in judgement.

She wanted nothing more than to tear through his bag that sat on the opposite end of the couch. But she knew it would be too risky. He could be back down those steps any minute now. She turned the volume down on the TV so she would be able to hear him should he emerge sooner than she hoped. Her eyes were glued to the grey duffle bag. She caught herself slowly inching forward, arm extended as if to grab hold of it. Until she heard footsteps galloping downward. She jerked her arm back to her side and forced her bottom back on the couch.

"So I found more than enough films." He was carrying a large brown box full of VHS tapes. On top of them was something grey. He stood in front of the TV and placed the box on the table. "There's some action films, romances, a couple of westerns. I even found this!" He pulled out a gaming console. "Super Nintendo! Found it in the kid's room. Gah, I used to play this with my brother Joey all the time." He gushed. "And look, just the right amount of controllers." He pulled out two controllers and handed her one.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna skip the games." She said getting up from the couch.

"Aw, so soon? But I just got here." To her surprise, he genuinely sounded disappointed.

"You'll live. I honestly didn't get enough time to sleep." Which wasn't a total lie. She had gotten up early in order to make her breakfast, go for a run, come back and shower but her schedule didn't go quite as planned.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged and flopped back into the couch, throwing the second controller into the box. Bonnie left her blanket on her side of the couch and made her way for the stairwell. She eyed the back of his head and the bags next to him all the way up.

She got back to the master bedroom and locked the door, leaning heavily against it. Her head was whirling. So that's it? He's just going to be staying here now? Every fiber of her being was screaming at what an awful notion it was. But in all seriousness, what was she to do? Kick him out? Simply tell him, "Kai, I don't want you living here." She could only imagine the dismissive reaction he would have. He would laugh in her face, literally, and then proceed to doing whatever the hell he wants. And running away was out of the question. She had already established that impossible notion earlier. Her mind was becoming numb. She was tired of being in this mental state. Always on edge, always calculating her next move. She needed to do something to calm her nerves.

She lifted her weight off of the door and opened it, heading toward the bathroom down the hall, pasts the children's rooms. The animated sounds of video games filled her ears faintly. She stopped to get the little rocking chair out of the little girl's room. She commonly used to barricade herself inside the bathroom when Kai was spying on her. She made sure to lock the bathroom door as well and placed the chair against the knob for good measure. She hastily stripped down, turned the shower on, allowing the water to get as hot as it possibly could without scalding her. She stepped inside and was instantly soothed. She let the hot water drench her face, hair and every inch of her body. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

How did she wind up in this predicament? All she wanted was to save her friends. She had sacrificed her happiness and her own life for the sake of her friends for the umpteenth time. This sacrifice like many others, had got her killed. And now look where it got her. Stuck in a prison world with a lunatic. Sent to an alternate dimension with Damon no less. She wondered for a moment how he was doing. How they were all doing. Elena, Caroline, Stefan, Matt, even Jeremy. Her throat clogged up at the thought of him. Did he miss her? Did he even know she was gone? Would he or any of them do anything to try to get her back?

She sighed and mentally dropped the subject. That victim mentality won't do her any good now. She needed to stay focused. And that's when it hit her. Kai's intended "punishment" for her. He wanted her to stay constantly on edge and to never have a good night's sleep. He knows that his presence alone causes her anxiety. It was psychological warfare. She finished showering and wrapped herself in a towel, relishing in the cool air that connected with her inflamed skin. She removed the chair from in front of the door and hurried back to the room before there was any chance of Kai seeing her.

She was agitated at her newest revelation. Once again, Kai had the upper hand. Well, not entirely. She changed into tank top and a set of pajama pants for a nap and climbed into bed. She lay facing the balcony. The sky outside of the window dimmed for a few minutes, then brightened back up again. Based off that, she knew it was noon. She hadn't planned on taking a nap that day but after the twist of events and seeing how the shower truly did wonders to ease her mind, she would be grateful for a nap. She glanced back at the door, making sure it was locked, then closed her eyes, wanting to take a break from thinking for a while.

When she woke, the sun was setting. She didn't mean to sleep that long. Nor did she know she had been that tired. The good news was that she felt well rested. She sat up in the bed and stretched, twinkling her fingers and toes as she did so. She reached for her throat, seeing as it was as dry as a dessert and ached for a glass of water. Her mind flashed to an image of the kitchen until reality hit her like a ton of bricks. Kai was there. He was downstairs and he was living with her. She immediately threw the blankets off of her and rushed to the door, yanking it open an sprinting down the steps.

It was true. It wasn't a dream. He was in the same spot she left him in. She saw the back of his head and one foot swaying back and forth atop of the coffee table. He was holding one of the controllers while a video game was blaring on the TV. She took note of both of the bags that were by his side were gone.

"Ah, she lives." He commented without turning around. "I was beginning to worry about you, Sleeping Beauty."

This just wouldn't do. Lonely or not, he was still a pest. A pest that needed to be controlled. She may not be able to kick him out but she was going to put her foot down. She proceeded down the rest of the steps to stand in front of him and shoved his foot off the table for the umpteenth time that day. "Ok, if you're going to be staying here, infiltrating on my life without my say in the matter, we need to establish some ground rules." Kai, shocked at her abruptness, paused the game to eye her mockingly. "First off, that TV is way too loud for when I'm trying to sleep. Keep it at a reasonable volume please; Keep your filthy feet off the furniture; You will help around the house with any and all chores; And there is a bathroom and a couch down here. There is no reason, whatsoever, that you would will ever need to be upstairs. You will be staying downstairs at all times. Are we clear?"

"Crystal." He said smugly and unpaused the game. A delicious aroma engulfed her olfactory system, ceasing her rant. "You cooked?" She pointed towards the kitchen.

"Yep." He never took his eyes off the TV. "Hope you like lasagna."

She went to examine what he had made. Lasagna, steamed vegetables and garlic bread. Her stomach began to growl at the sight. Bonnie became instantly annoyed at her body's betrayal. She took a fork and took a sampling bite. Dammit, it's actually good. She reluctantly fixed herself a plate all the while eyeing him suspiciously. She didn't want to look at him any longer than she had to. She would find something to keep herself occupied upstairs before she sat down there and played video games with the enemy. She poured herself a glass of wine and headed back towards the stairs.

"Leaving so soon?" He called not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah, something downstairs is repelling me from the living room." She heard him chuckle as she vanished up the stairs for the rest of the night.