Here's another one, Bonnie Lovers! Thanks again for all of the follows, favorites, and reviews. Seriously, the luv you guys continue to show this WIP lets me know I'm doing something right. As I said before, Francesca and I are doing this Fic for the Bennett Fandom. So if y'all want our favorite hybrid to suffer before snatching him into the harem, then your wish is Frankie's and my command. Have any suggestions? Let me know in the comment box. Not feeling the WIP? Flame my culo in the comment box! Think this WIP is consistently hitting that spot? Acclaim this be-etch in the comment box! Okay enough of the subliminal messages (LMFAO). I'm gonna let you peeps kick back and allow Disclaimer to do what he came here to do. Enjoy…
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
Damon watched Stefan gaze at an ancient piece of jewelry like a love sick jackass. He appeared to be on the verge of reciting fuck long sonnets to the damn thing. A smirk hitched the corner of his mouth. That's what molesting bunnies got you. Hunger pains and a head full of fucking crazy. Once again Stefan had derailed his cause. Instead of tying off a few things in Atlanta, he'd wound up in the last place he wanted to be, Mystic Falls. Weeks before time. It was his own damn fault, though.
Damon had visited the hell mouth a few months back to check on his latest batch of Bennett Witches. Something he probably should've done sooner since he'd promise to protect the line. With only two direct descendants of Emily remaining, it would seem Bennett's were an endangered species. He'd discovered the first living next to a cemetery in Charlotte with little to no magic remaining. One had been killed over a year ago by a fire hydrant, of all fucking things. While the third didn't appear to know a damn thing about her craft. Needless to say, he'd neglected to cover his tracks and had led Stefan practically to the doorstep of Katherine's human double.
This rocked just about all the damn screws from his well-built plan. Why? Because the neutered psycho chose to insinuate himself in Elena's life. He'd even enrolled himself into high school. For the 53rd time! All so his daily stalking wouldn't be disrupted by her senseless weekday outings to school. It was dry sipping if he'd ever seen it. Stefan was one human paper cut away from tapping a carotid.
The tilted situation had forced Damon to forgo his plots to star in a suckish teen drama. He'd self-cast himself once again in the role of villain in attempts to distract Stefan. Firing shots at him gave his Ripper brother something better to do with his time. The role of hero would keep the sick bastard on the wagon. The last thing he needed was for latent resentments to bubble to the surface.
Stefan's, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, act made the outcome difficult to predict. He didn't know what would happen if the love of his existence's plain lame clone pissed around and said or did the wrong thing. The entire shit show was more critical than a pot of gasoline boiling on an open flame. It was just a matter of time before Elena found herself ripped to pieces, and then put back together like a creepy jigsaw ragdoll.
Fuck, and what the hell was he going to do with Stefan once he pulled his girl from that got damned tomb? He refused to take the disloyal bastard with them. Stefan would fuck, and then stake Katherine on general principle. But leaving him in Mystic Hell to terrorize Elena and all of the wildlife floated just beyond the grasp of being right.
Peg him twice! His mind needed a mental break. Psychological exhaustion rode him better than Janet Jackme ever did. There wasn't a single creative thought left in his brain to donate to his one hundred and sixty-four year old dilemma. Not one that didn't involve the sharp end of a stake. No matter how many times the micro dick begged for a one way trip to the other side.
Despite the many shit storms Stefan had blown into Damon's undead life, killing him had never really found its way on his to do list. The buttoned down serial killer was still his little brother, and for now he was his keeper. He'd just have to figure their shit out once he had Katherine back under his arm.
He strolled into his brother's room and cleared his throat. "Um, whatcha doin', Stefan?"
"Break dancing," he said without tearing his crazy eyes from the rusted silver necklace hanging from his mirror. "What the hell do you want, Damon?"
"Thinking about giving the necklace to Elena?" He asked ignoring the multi meaningful question. "Because I gotta tell you, brother. I really think you can do just a tad better than a pendant that she's probably gonna need a tetanus shot to wear."
"Oh screw her. This belongs to Rebekah." Stefan side-eyed him. A smirk yanked on the corner of his mouth. "I'm giving it to her tonight at the pep rally."
"Rebekah?" For a moment, confusion fogged his brain until clarity cleared it out. "You mean Bonnie Bennett's girlfriend? Are you saying you have a sack full of hot skeet juice for vamped out Barbie?"
"Rebekah's been mine since the '20's. Bonnie Bennett is a, none—motherfucking—factor. The only way she gets fish for dinner is if it's served with a side of beef. And since she's sneaky hot, I'm willing to entertain the idea of a throuple," he said before taking a sip of a…blood bag? Holy shit! "Bet she likes it rough and hard. Huh, just as well. The only way the Ripper knows how to give it."
The Ripper?! Fuck! "How long have you been off the rabbit, Ripper?" Damon questioned as he picked up Stefan's journal and skimmed the pages. No, no, no!
"What's with the fucking Perez Hilton interview? Ever since you walked in, every sentence out of your ovary licker has been a got damned question?" Stefan turned to glare at him full on. "The hell are you up to?" He then raised a hand. "You know what? Fuck it, I don't give shit! Long as you stay out of my way, do whatever the hell you want." He yanked the necklace from the mirror, and then zipped from the room.
Damon dropped the journal back on Stefan's desk. He fished his phone from his pocket and located his latest jump off's number. After he hit the button, the line rang once and a screechy soprano ripped the white noise to shreds.
"Hello?" Caroline Forbes answered.
"I'm hurt, blondie. There's a pep rally tonight and you haven't even bothered to invite the man you'd go ten toes up for." He walked over to Stefan's dresser and started sifting through the clutter on top. "Thought you said I was your boyfriend."
He found a black and white photograph of Stefan, the Bennett witch's girlfriend, and a fair haired douche who appeared to be wearing lipstick. He left the dresser to walk over to the bed.
"Oh my god! Damon?" She squeaked.
He cringed. Caroline was and would always remain, Wet Dream Wrecker #1. Her voice irked him worse than markers on cardboard. "Were you expecting the sexless Cullen?"
"Hilarious, you really should read the first book. You wouldn't be sooo quick to make fun of the characters if you knew their struggle," she said in a bossy voice that intimidated absolutely no one.
"Enough about walking and talking statues. Tell me more about Bennett and her girlfriend," he said, while flopping down on the mattress. "And don't you dare leave out a thing."
"You have to come," Rebekah said. Her tone haughty as she turned every which way to admire her cheerleading uniform. She looked fucktastic as usual.
The cheer skirt and legs which the garment showcased, held Bonnie's undivided consideration. "And why the fuck is that?"
"Because you're my girlfriend, and girlfriends are supposed to be supportive." She angled herself so she could regard her ass. "Today is my first pep rally as captain of the cheer team. Actually, it's my first pep rally ever. And you, my lovely dove, are to be present at all of my firsts and not just the ones which interest you."
"See that's what I don't get." Bonnie rolled over on her stomach and hoisted herself up on her elbows. "Caroline would shave the bleached hair from her head before she'd give up leadership over that stupid ass squad. How the shit break did you manage to wrestle control from her without it turning into a blood stained tragedy?"
"Compulsion, Dove. The little prat had no other recourse than to relinquish the reigns over to a much more stunning and capable task master," the blonde said, while giving her a smile that could shade the sun.
"Compulsion?" Bonnie rested her chin in her hands. "Please tell me vampires don't have the ability to control minds, too."
"Second generation vampires and below are able to compel humans, while my siblings and I can compel them both. Not to worry, though. Witches minds are off limits," Rebekah assured. She tossed her a quick over the shoulder glance and a coquettish smirk. "So be at ease, Dove. You're here of your own volition. Every errant, immoral, and-,"
Rebekah's bedroom door burst open. The brass doorknob smashed into the wall, and the solid wooden slab clattered haphazardly off a hinge. Kol strolled inside. His searing narrowed stare slashed Bonnie open and thick yearning oozed from the jagged gash. Once again the crotch of her Fruit of Looms' fell victim to his ability to milk her like a cow.
"You incited quite the disturbance last eve, darling." His melodic tone crept from his engaging mouth low and deliberate. "Trees bursting into flames, heavens being torn open, the ground shifting beneath our feet," he zipped over to the bed to tower over her, "thickened atmosphere giving birth to cyclones. All the trappings for a rather seamless apocalypse." He skimmed his fingertips over the dip at her lower back. "If cavorting with Bekah ushers forth such calamitous events, I'd forego any further erotic interactions with her were I you."
"You're a bloody ass, Kol," Rebekah growled as she regarded his reflection from the mirror. "Take your leave of my room, before I serve my girlfriend your knackers for breakfast."
Bonnie rolled on her back to smirk up at him. "Miss me last night, toots?"
"Toots?" He lifted a brow groomed for the sole purpose of adding credibility to his arrogance. "Such an inferior pet name. It's no wonder the world nearly came careening to an end last eve."
"Blame Rebekah." She held out her arms to him. He stared down at her for a moment longer before he joined her on the mattress.
"What act of turpitude has Bekah committed now?" He traced her jawbone with the pad of his thumb before he leaned down to brush his mouth against hers.
Rebekah left the mirror to join them on the bed. "Don't indulge her, Kol. The minx's aspirations for the stage are quite transparent."
Bonnie spared the blonde a dirty look. "Rebekah almost got me crossed out last night, Kol. If Damon hadn't spontaneously combusted, Sherriff Forbes would be on the news right fucking now claiming I had my ass ate out by a rabid mountain lion."
"What the sodding hell is she on about?" He leaned across her body, planting his elbow in the mattress as he regarded Rebekah. "And who's this Damon wanker?"
"Stefan's brother, I think. He says I owe him, because he did some shitty favor for one of my ancestors over fifty-eleven hundred years ago," she said. Kol and Rebekah shared a look that appeared to convey an entire conversation. "I don't even know what the hell he's talking about. How in the unholy fuckery can he expect me to repay a debt on behalf of a family member I've never met? And why the hell must everything fall on me? I'm sure there's other-,"
"Which ancestor did he say, Dove?" Rebekah scooted closer to her on the mattress. She stroked her upper arm.
Bonnie tried to ignore the sensations the blonde provoked and how fucking bangable she looked in her cheerleading uniform. She sat up before erotic creativity stepped into the picture, and they all found themselves sin deep in a devil's threesome.
"Think he said, Emelia Bennett," her brows folded in on themselves. She tapped a finger to her lips. "Or maybe Emily?" A shrug rose and dropped a shoulder. "I'm not sure, but I know it was something with an E."
"Worry not, darling." Kol leaned in and once again took possession of her lips. Frustration kicked her in the taco when he pulled away. "I'll have a word with this other Salvatore. He'll no his place in regards to you soon enough. Although, until he's mentally castrated I'd prefer you not wander about without giving me notice first."
Her neck snapped back. "So are we married now?" She folded her arms under her breasts. "Because unless were getting it down in one of our play sessions, I really don't give a damn what you'd prefer. I've shit to do today and punching a time clock isn't on the fucking agenda, Toots." She leaned over to blow in Rebekah's ear. Her slight shudder nearly snatched Bonnie's train of thought from their mental tracks. "I have to go by, back to the Future Pagers, after school and after that I have couple of stops I need to make. So it'd be nice if you both could give me some fucking space while I make my runs."
Rebekah tsked. "Why so tetchy, Dove?" She asked, while fussing with a few tendrils that had escaped the side do, she'd forced Bonnie's unruly waves into. "Neither Kol nor I is attempting to dictate your schedule. We only ask that you permit us to provide a barrier between you and those who would do you harm."
"Bekah," Kol's voice slipped into the range of monotone. The temperature in his chocolate browns plummeted as a condescending smirk had hate sex with his mouth. "There's no cause to coddle her. If Bonnie continues to spurn our attempts to keep her safe, then I'm not opposed to placing her under lock and key."
"Kol!" Rebekah hissed.
"Okay, it's clear to everyone involved you have a few issues which needs to be worked out, so I'm going to give you a moment or three to get your shit together." Not liking the turn of the conversation, she scooted off the mattress. Kol had to have lost the rest of his mind if he thought she'd allow him to imprison her. She'd chop off his hands and kick him directly in the asshole before she ever let him lock her in a damn room. "Where's your mom? I need to speak with her before we leave for school."
"In her study," Rebekah answered.
Bonnie's gaze shifted from her to Kol when he stood and began to stalk towards her with slow but sure as shit strides. "Which way is that?" She took a step back towards the crooked hanging bedroom door.
In a flurry of movements, Kol yanked her into his arms. "I'll show you, darling."
"Kol, if you even think-," she swallowed the rest of the sentence when he zipped away with her clutched tight to his chest.
Several seconds later, he deposited her in front of two large wooden double doors. "As requested, sweetness."
"Thanks for almost making me swallow my tongue, Kol," she snapped. "Next time warn me before putting me at risk for whiplash. Unless crippling me is part of your imprisonment plan." She raised her fist.
He grabbed her wrist to prevent her from knocking. "To keep you unharmed there's not a depraved act I wouldn't commit, darling. Whether you resent me or thank me, take comfort in knowing I don't care."
"Well I hope your ass is lucrative, Kol, because your mouth just wrote a damn check for cash money shit," she bit out. Slaying him with one last homicidal glare, she snatched her wrist from his loose hold and allowed her fist to collide with the door.
A prolonged moment passed before she heard…"Enter."
"Not too long, Sweetness. Wouldn't want to be delayed for our first period discussion." He stole another kiss and gawd help her, she let him.
When her eyes fluttered open, she stood in the hallway alone with an overwhelming urge to follow him. She gave her mind a mental shake, and then let herself into the study. Upon seeing her, Esther's face brightened and a closed lip smile settled on her lips.
"Bonnie," she rose from her armchair and held out both hands to her. "I'm pleased to see you've recovered from last night's events. I, however, must implore you be wary while in the throes of desire. An intense passionate release in one as powerful and unpracticed as you before your quicken-,"
"Whoa, that's not why I'm here, Mrs. Mikaelson," Bonnie said.
"Perhaps." Esther clasped her hands together as a wrinkle marred the skin between her brows. Concern riddled and twisted her features. "Yet, you must have inquiries about the attraction you feel towards my children. I have no qualms explaining-,"
"Why would…" The pointed look Esther shot her fueled her thought process to higher levels. She had to be more careful. Apparently, sexual addiction was supernaturally catching. "Should've fucking known." Her gaze fixed on something meaningless as she heaved herself into the loveseat. "For a teenager I've been practically asexual. Then the Mikaelson siblings come to town and now not even chains and shackles can keep my legs together. I mean the things I've let Kol-…the way I feel about…and you mean to tell me none of this is even real?"
"Bonnie, every emotion and physical occurrence you've experienced since our arrival is supernaturally enhanced yes, but quite genuine I assure," Esther said. She took the seat on the cushion next to her. "It's your sorcery's way of readying you for the quickening. Gaining the full potential of your magic and that of a hundred dead witches from your ancestral line is rather trying within itself. Yet, endeavoring to bed a recently unbound tribrid without the proper tutelage is sheer lunacy. So of course your magic influences a certain level of arousal in-,"
"What the hell is a tribrid and why in the shit break would I take one to bed?" Bonnie slightly leaned away from the older witch. "What aren't you telling me about this bibbidi-bobbidi nonsense? What all does the quickening entails, exactly?"
"All will be explained before the time is upon us, dear," Esther assured. "For now, let's address the reason you sought me out." She folded her fidgeting fingers into her lap. "Have you come to a conclusion as to whether you'll permit me to mentor you?"
Bonnie sagged in her seat. Things (mostly Kol's spotted dick and Rebekah's shepherdess' pie) were flying at her from all directions. There'd been no hours, minutes, or even seconds to think about Esther's offer.
"I honestly haven't thought about it, but since you've brought it up." She gave Esther an, I don't give a shit, shrug. "Guess it wouldn't hurt for me to learn how to wield my magic. Hell, it may even stop me from damn nearing people on accident."
"Oh, Bonnie," Esther grabbed her hand and gave the appendage a squeeze. "You will not regret this decision. Why with my instruction, you'll be the finest witch the supernatural world has ever known." She clapped her hands together. "Enough of my self-adulation. Let us converse over what has delivered you to my study this morn."
Bonnie shifted in her seat as the first whips of stupidity struck her brain. "Never mind, it's dumb." Bonnie tried to stand, but Esther reclaimed her hand
"Please, dear." Concern found its way back into the older witch's eyes. "There's an issue which is undoubtedly troubling you."
Bonnie pressed her lips together, and then pressed her index fingers to her mouth. Maybe her paranoia had finally succeeded in making her see monsters in shadows that only cloaked thin air. "Since I awoke this morning all I can think about are numbers. 11, 11, 77, and 5. And I'm not just thinking about them. I'm actually seeing them. On World Star Hip Hop, Rebekah's screen saver, and even on the damn weather channel…they're fucking everywhere."
"Ah," The corners of Esther's mouth twitched. Her eyes flared, while she slightly leaned in a bit further. "You're right to be concerned. Serial numbers have been known to have significant meaning when recurrent."
Her jaw dropped as she angled in her seat to look at Esther full on. "Significant how?"
"Those numbers may herald the approaching of a momentous event. I entreat you to be on guard. Call on me straight away if you should happen upon any incident which may lend you pause. In fact," she raised an index finger, and then stood. In long strides, she hurried across the room over to the desk. Once there, she proceeded to shuffle papers lying on top until she came across a plastic bag. "Oi, here we are now. I took the liberty of having Hannibal procure you a cellular phone. Finn's already programmed everyone's assigned numbers within the brilliant portable device."
Bonnie shook her head so hard she nearly ejected her brain from her ear. "Mrs. Mikaelson, you have to stop buying me stuff. The car-,"
"Nonsense." Esther strolled back over to her and slipped the handle of the bag over her hand. "I'm told a communication device is quite the necessity in this era and I'm inclined to perceive this to be true. Now don't tarry. Your first discussion will convene within the hour." She guided Bonnie towards the doors and with a wave of her hand they opened. Bonnie sucked in so much oxygen her lungs almost burst. "Rebekah informs me you and she will attend the merriment gathering this eve after your lectures. Worry not about this event conflicting with our now standing arrangement. We can begin our lessons on Saturday, maybe mid-morning if you're amenable."
"Um…sure," Bonnie said, working harder than a ditch digger under the blazing sun to keep up with the conversation. "As long as it doesn't get in the way of-,"
"Excellent, dear. Have an exceptional day," Esther gave her a little push into the hall "And don't misremember to call should you have need of me."
Unholy, fuckery! Bonnie turned in time to see the door close in her face. What the fuck was that? She felt like a hung over college skank doing the limp of shame down whore's boulevard.
"Bonnie, may I speak with you for a moment before you leave to attend school?" Elijah stood before her looking like a phat check decorated in a shit ton of commas and zeros.
The overpowering scent of superiority and temptation wafted from him. A strong urge to rub herself all over him rumbled through and jarred her all the way down to the marrow. Her heart hammered her rib cage. Just the sound of his voice snatched all of the moisture from her mouth.
"S-sure, Elijah," she stammered, while trying her Sunday best to sound respectable and proper.
"Come." He waved a hand for her to proceed him down the hall.
She nodded and began to walk. A moment later she felt the weight of his cool palm on the small of her back. He guided her in the direction he intended her to go. Every sense that sustained her body dedicated itself to the corruption of his innocent touch. Soon, all she could think about was what he looked like minus his suit.
Bonnie wondered if Elijah still maintained impeccable posture in the absence of his three thousand dollar armor. More than anything she wanted to test the theory. Through different experiments she'd discover the place he hid his buttons. When she did, countless hours would go into her learning which knob controlled what. And her quest for knowledge wouldn't stop there. Oh, no. It didn't matter how many endless days and nights it took. She planned to study him until she became the number one and only leading expert in his field.
Fuckery, fucking, fuck! Ice it down, Bennett! Elijah wasn't like Kol and Rebekah. He didn't respond to bitches in heat. He probably preferred his take downs with more class than a Kennedy…after prohibition.
They walked a few more paces. He then directed her through a door that led into a smaller room with no windows. A table for two sat in the center of the tiny space. Fine china and crystal goblets bedecked the wooden top surface. The only thing the setting lacked was food, which was okay with her since she hated breakfast.
"What'd you need, Elijah?" She half whispered as she spun to face him. Her breath caught. Just the sight of him knocked her dumb. Unholy fuck!
Bonnie's hands shook and her knees clenched when they didn't knock. She couldn't be more turned on even if she had a power switch for Elijah to flick. Being in such close proximity of him utterly blasted her pop rocker. The walls of her core vibrated as if she'd had surround sound speakers strapped to her ovaries.
Elijah popped the button on his suit. His jacket opened to reveal a hard slim frame that triggered a thousand and one fantasies to skim across her mind. Fantasies that involved her wiping the expression of indifference from his superb features by any indecent means necessary.
He slipped his hand in the front pocket of his slacks as his mouthwatering mahogany gaze ran unchecked over every inch of her face. "It's come to my attention the Lockwoods' are hosting a party tomorrow."
"The Founder's Day party. It kicks off the Founder's Day festivities." She clasped her hands together to prevent the shaking. "The Bennett's aren't invited to those events. The couple of times I did attend, it was as Care's or Elena's plus one."
"Then I'm now certain the guest list leaves much to be desired." He reached out to place his hand over hers. They held eye contact for several moments before he spoke. "Will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the gathering at the Lockwoods' tomorrow?"
Her brows almost leaped off of her face. Was he fucking serious? "Um…" There she went with the fucking um's. "Why?"
"Mother would like me to ingratiate myself to these fools." He stepped closer until she had to lean her head back to stare into his face. "And if I must suffer the inbred and discredited, then I'd rather do so in the company of an enchanting sorceress who has the power to engage me with just a glance."
The last place she wanted to go was to one of the Lockwood's racially insensitive shindigs. Especially, The Founder's Day party! It was the worst one of them all. If you asked her, the entire fuck fest was nothing more than a sham. Naming an already populated place didn't make one a founder, it just made them Christopher Columbus. Yet, everything about Elijah pushed her buttons in all the right ways. She'd go just about anywhere to kill time with him. Even if it meant sitting her ass down in the middle Mystic Falls' square to watch—heaven help her—Gone with the Wind.
"I don't have anything to wear." Except for the dress she'd worn to her grams funeral.
"Think no more on the matter. If it's indeed your wish to accept my invitation, then I'll see to all of the details." His hand drifted up to cup her neck. He then traced her jawline with the pad of his thumb. "So will you allow me to escort you, then?"
She exhaled. "Yes," she uttered.
Elijah swept low and brushed his lips against the back of her hand. "Perfection," he murmured. Pleasure rippled across his features, before his mask of indifference slid back in place. "You should hurry along. My siblings await you at the front entrance."
Tyler Lockwood stared across the bonfire at Bonnie Bennett. Her long wavy hair cascaded over one shoulder, showing off the neck he could spend hours kissing and sucking. He loved marking her smooth brown skin. In the past he'd spent hours claiming her as his. Why not? She belonged to him, he'd known it to be true since their first kiss behind the dumpsters. As unspoken as it may be, everyone around school knew it too. So why the hell was that Mikaelson douche all over her?
He and his sister followed Bonnie around like her pussy skeeted gold and pixie dust. It made him wonder if the rumors about them and Bonnie were true. If they'd actually formed some kind of weird semi incestuous throuple. He watched the blonde chick kiss the palm of Bonnie's hand, while the dick whispered something in her ear that forced her eyes to roll closed. Tyler's hands fisted at his sides.
The way they stared at her thoroughly pissed him dry. Like they knew things about her he didn't, which was complete shit! No one knew Bonnie Bennett better than him. Not even her fucking dip shit of a father. He was the one who held her when she cried herself to sleep every night for a year after her grandmother died. It was him who snuck out in the middle of the night to sleep on her bedroom floor when her father started running up frequent flyer's miles. He even bought her first box of tampons and spent half a day helping her figure out how to use them. Truth is, if he were to run it above a hundred, the word love would never be able to express what he felt for her. There was nothing she could reach for, he wouldn't be prepared to give.
When the Mikaelson's by some bullshit miracle left her alone, he took the opportunity to move into position at her side. She greeted him with the same taunting crooked smirk she gave to everyone. That aggravated him all the more. When the hell had he become everyone? He still remembered a time when she viewed him as the only one.
"Four. About time you stopped eye banging me from across the bonfire," she said as she returned her gaze back to the tepee of flames. "Did you know they planned to replace Tanner with that walking distillery?"
Wait did she just call him four?
Tyler shrugged. He could give two baboons' dicks about if Tanner taught history or not. "No fucking idea."
"Wonder where they found that drunk bastard? Probably scraped him off the bathroom floor of a bar." She tossed her head back and barked her laughter towards the night sky. "What about that name, though…Alaric Saltzman?" She snorted. "Sounds like a character from one of those corny ass Hallmark movies. And while we're talking menstrual flicks, is it me or does Mystic Falls' newest wino look just like that shit smear Warner from, Legally Blonde?"
Not in the mood to be a dick for kicks, he switched lanes. "What's going on with you, and the Mikaelson's?"
"That sounds like a—none of your damn business—question. And we both know I don't answer those. Three," she said, while blowing an air kiss at Rebekah who huddled with the other cheer leaders.
Three? Seriously, what was with the fucking countdown?
"Well fuck me in the—no go—hole! The rumors are legit as shit." He spun to the side to hurtle razor sharp glares at the side of her face. "You're in the middle of a fucking incest sandwich."
"Why does it matter if I'm getting tagged team by the Mikaelson's? Do you know how many tequila drenched sluts you've spread open since we took a step back?" She side-eyed him as she slid her hands into her back pockets. "And did I once ever question your sanity when you started dicking down Matt's crazy ass sister? Nope, because that's your prerogative and I'm polite enough to stay the hell out of it. All I demand is for you to return the fucking favor."
He opened his mouth to tell her exactly how shit was going down when shitty little Gilbert stuck his ass sniffer where it didn't belong. "Hey, Bonnie. C'mere for a sec?"
"Break a leg tonight, Two," Bonnie said before strutting away.
"Bennett, stop with the fucking countdown already! It's fucking annoying." He slammed his fist in his palm as his glare found Jeremy—Eat a Dick—Gilbert's. "And you only say, break a leg, to actors about to go on stage. Not football players in their scouting season."
"I know." She gave him a sexy ass smile that gave him major fucking wood. "And I completely stand by what I said."
Kol Mikaelson observed with a wrinkled nose as the elder Salvatore and the human doppelganger attempted to devour each other faces. The dullard had compelled the dim-witted wench to kiss him and she'd helplessly complied. Once he had his fill of her uninspiring mouth he sent the chit on her way.
"Do the plain ones do it for you, mate, or just the ones your brother makes a go for?" Kol stepped out of the shadows, when the sodder spun in his direction. He scoffed. The prat's reflexes were deplorable.
"Oh joy, the British are here," the younger vampire mocked. "And wouldn't you just know I'm fresh out of tea and give a fucks."
"How amusing you are." Kol clapped his hands together as he stalked ever closer to the idiotic prey who'd chosen to take a stand in favor of fleeing. He tilted his head to the side as he regarded the elder Salvatore. "You know, I never understood the phrase gallows humor until this present moment. Though you perceive the direness of your situation, your feeble wits still seek out satirical light where only wretched darkness dwells. Bully for your obscene waste of optimism, darling."
"What good are panty dropping looks without a sense of humor?" In a painstakingly slow (over anticipated) move, the elder Salvatore charged him with a stake in hand.
Kol whirled away, relieving the sodding bastard of the stake in the process. Coming up behind him, he plunged the stake in the center of the younger vampire's chest. The splintered tip grazed his heart, but not enough to render the blow fatal. The wanker gurgled on his own blood as he spun him about face. He smashed the elder Salvatore against the tiny automobile.
Kol twisted the stake and the bugger's groans wrenched a genuine smile from his cynical mouth. "Comfy, darling? Delightful," Kol purred as he gazed into nonsensically blue eyes. "Last eve you assaulted my paramour." Electric blue flames sparked from Salvatore's sockets. "Why in bleeding hell would you commit such an unpardonable act?" He drove the wooden pike in deeper. "Yes, I know my little seductress' tongue can be quite vile when provoked. Yet I assure you, she's rather charming, really."
The corners of the younger vampire's mouth travelled towards his ears to flash his fangs. "Stay out of it, Sociopath Holmes. This is between me and the witch."
"That's where you're mistaken. For, I'm between you and the witch." Kol's pupils dilated. "Now tell me, why do you perceive my witch to be in your debt?"
Salvatore grunted as he attempted to resist the urge to answer. "The night Emily Bennett burned, she promised her descendants would one day save the woman I love," he forced through the slits of his teeth.
"In exchange…,"
"For saving her brats." He growled, while spittle sprayed from the split of his lips. "Bonnie Bennett owes me, and that bitch-,"
Well he'd had about enough of that! Kol withdrew the stake from Salvatore's chest and moved to slam the sharpened the wood into the sodder's rib cage. When the point of the stake met the surface of Salvatore's chest, reality disintegrated until nothing remained except hollow darkness.
Screams and flashing lights drew Bonnie from under the bleachers with Jeremy Gilbert. "What the holy fuck do you think's happening?" She questioned him when he followed her out.
Jeremy shrugged as he pushed a bag of 'shrooms and Rocket Man into his jacket pocket. "Hell if I know, another animal attack probably?"
A gripping force shot from her center. Her arteries and veins threatened to rupture from the pressure the foreign entity exuded. Searing energy surged to her arms, legs, and feet. Tiny jolts of electricity pricked the surface of her skin. Something potently powerful yanked her to the tips of her toes and propelled her toward the student parking lot. The enthralling sorcery led her to the site of disturbance. She arrived in time to hear the last of Sherriff Forbes half ass excuse about another possible animal attack.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Bonnie growled under her breath. "How many times will these brain dead jackasses accept animal attack as a plausible explanation?"
"Cunningham, get him covered up and out of here," Sheriff Forbes waved her hand at the mangled to hell Mr. Tanner.
Bonnie averted her gaze. She'd hated the man more than pap smears, but the bag of dicks deserved better than to die in the student parking lot of Mystic High. Mr. Tanner couldn't stand this hell hole.
The deputy sheriff nodded to the coroner who began the process of bagging the body.
"We'll have to take this one over to the county morgue in Numinous. The one in the eleventh district," he warned.
"Unacceptable," Sherriff Forbes closed her eyes and pressed the pads of her thumbs to her lids. "That body is part of an open investigation. It goes to the local county morgue, Gerald." She opened her lids to glare holes through him.
"Not my problem. There are already eleven bodies in Mystic Falls' morgue, and last I checked, that's full capacity. Besides, all of them are a part of an open investigation." He helped to lift the body on the stretcher, grunting every tug and pull of the way. "Face it, Liz. This crap trap you call a town is the tenth circle of hell. And it's time you invested in a bigger morgue. From the looks of it, this poor son of bitch bought it around 7:07. The sun hadn't even fully set yet."
"It was animal attack, Gerald. They're all animal attacks," Sherriff Forbes insisted. "You know we have more than our share of mountain lions around these parts."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Gerald raised his hand as he continued rolling the stretcher towards the waiting van. "Tell it to the town's folk."
Finally, someone else who wasn't buying Liz Forbes unoriginal brand of bullshit.
"One," The number bubbled from her mouth without warning.
"I'll wager a year's wages this was not an animal attack, Love."
A deep voice penetrated Bonnie's ear canal with ease. The smooth baritone slipped over her nerves and wrapped itself around her senses. It felt as if a palm engulfed in flames had smacked her across the side of her head. Everyone moving back and forth around her stopped mid-stride. Loud talking, sirens, and mournful whimpers gradually lost volume until she heard nothing but that voice and that sentence being replayed on a loop in her brain. A low hum instigated by energy pulses lent a seductive instrumental to the haunting edge of the tone. Yet, something about the voice, no matter how evocative, felt off. Almost wrong, as if there was another voice out there which better suited her hearing.
Bonnie's lungs refused to accept oxygen, but who in the hell needed to breathe. Air was inconsequential. She turned to her right to regard the owner of the voice which had fucked her life right to the gates of heaven. A fiery being stood next to her, and no she didn't mean metaphorically. Literally, the hottest man she'd ever seen loomed before her imprisoned in a perpetual amber blaze. Gold eyes considered her with a shit load of intensity that nearly ignited the (come fuck me) outfit Rebekah had shoved her into that morning. Which was another fucking literal fact! Being smoke actually rose from her clothing.
The man on fire stepped three feet into her personal space. Space which no longer felt like hers, because it had become theirs. The second he breeched the five foot barrier she'd erected between her and the shitty world, she knew they now travelled down a road which would soon lead to them becoming one. 11, 11, 77, followed by a trinity knot, compromised her mind's eye until she could think of nothing else but her god of fire, those numbers, and that symbol.
They hadn't exaggerated about you, Love. The transplanted thought slid over the walls of her mind and her brain willingly accepted the foreign notion without even a cat fight to the first. The fire god raised a blazing hand. She watched as the burning appendage traveled towards her face at a pace that would piss off an old lady with a broken hip pushing a walker. Anticipation took her under and talked dirty to her the whole way down. A fleeting second before the hand made contact, her girlfriend motherfucked the vibe.
Rebekah planted herself between Bonnie and the god of fire. She slapped his hand away in the process as a hissed question exited her lips. "What the devil are you doing here, Marcel?"