Chapter 1 Shifting Sands

This spins off from the series after Bonnie sends her magic off in Ms. Cuddles. There was just SO much potential with this storyline that was just shot to hell so, like many writers before me, I decided to play in the prison world playground. I also hated the way Bonnie, as a character, always seemed to get short shafted and used, like most of the rest, as prop pieces and filler to the Elenadore drama. She was a strong awesome character who didn't get nearly enough story arc so thank god for fanfic!

In this story, Bonnie, being the smart, savvy, chica she is, realizes that she is now trapped in a prison world, with no magic, with a deeply disturbed, likely sociopathic, definite killer. So, instead of antagonizing the shit out of him and trying her best to see how far she can push the unstable person who has been in solitary confinement for nearly two decades, like our lovely show writers had her doing, I am keeping her truer to character where sheactually acts like the intelligent woman she is.

She decides to use the tools she has and keep her enemy closer than a friend. Remembering her Grams promise that she had ensured Bonnie's ability to find peace and to stay strong, she decides to trust her Grams and go with the flow for a bit. Along the way, she discovers things that challenge her former beliefs of black and white. What's a girl to do when everything you believe becomes like shifting sands?

Some of the dialogue of the first couple chapters is taken from the show. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made off this.

Bonnie trudged through the woods behind Kai as they made their way back to the car, honestly amazed that she wasn't dead or at least seriously wounded after the fiasco in the cave. There had been a moment when she hadn't been entirely sure she had not just full on shoved the already unstable killer hard off the edge, the crazed look in his eyes as he had screamed his rage and frustration upon realizing what she had done with her magic still sending a shiver down her spine. That he had seemed to master it almost immediately really frightened her just as much. He had faced the cave wall, clenching and unclenching his hands for an endless few moments as Bonnie tried to tamp down her fear. Then, he had simply knelt down, gathered his cds and other items into his backpack and, with one smouldering look in her direction, proceeded to march stiffly out of the cave. Bonnie stood for a moment, dumbfounded. She had honestly expected to be dead about 10 seconds after he discovered she had sent her magic away in the bear. What was she supposed to do now? Her tired, stressed and overwrought brain refused to answer with anything coherent. Defeatedly, she began to plod after him.

As Bonnie trudged her way thru the forest, she tried hard to make herself think over what she should do now. She was now trapped, without magic, for god only knew how long, with a crazy killer. That she wasn't currently dead had to be some kind of miracle because she couldn't think of a reason why he hadn't just killed her now that her usefulness for getting him out no longer existed. He had shot her, chased her, threatened her…why had he not just killed her already? Her tired brain could make no sense of it.

She looked up at the sound of a slamming car door and realized she had reached the vehicle…and that Kai was already inside behind the wheel. She hesitated, unsure what should happen now. Kai looked over at her, a completely indecipherable expression on his face.

"Get in."

Bonnie gave a brief thought to resisting but A. she was bone tired and her wound still hurt like crazy and she did not feel like walking back to civilization and B. she didn't know what resistance on her part might do to the unstable person she was with. She might have been willing to sacrifice it all to keep him here but truthfully, she really, really didn't feel like dying again.

Silently, she opened the passenger door, slid into the seat, and barely managed to shut the door before he took off. She stared resolutely out the side window, trying and failing to make herself focus on a plan, any plan, for what to do now. But she was so tired. In spite of herself and her instincts, her eyes slid shut and before she knew it, she was slumped asleep in the passenger seat.

"Wakey, wakey!"

Bonnie found herself hauled unceremoniously out of the back of a car. Utterly disoriented, she tried to focus on what was going on. Hadn't she just fallen asleep in the passenger seat of Damon's blue monstrosity? Why was she in a trunk? Why were her hands bound? What was going on?

She forced herself to overcome her grogginess and looked at Kai.

"How did I.." she began.

"Get so lucky to arrive here on a private flight piloted by yours truly? Oh, you would have been super-impressed with my flying skills, but I'd already knocked you out with painkillers." Kai said breezily.

Bonnie eyed him warily. "Where are we?"

"Portland, Oregon, stomping grounds of Courtney Love, Tonya Harding, and tons of other awesome people."

Bonnie almost snorted. "You could have brought me anywhere in the world, and you took me to Portland?"

Kai looked at her briefly as he cut the rope around her wrists. "This is where I grew up."

Bonnie rubbed her wrists as he continued. "I've been counting eclipses since I was imprisoned on this empty planet, and according to my running tally, I've been here for 6,771 supernaturally repeating days, so in the real world, which we'll never get back to because you sent your magic away in a Teddy bear, today's my favorite day of the year."

Bonnie felt herself become even more nervous. "And what day is that?"

With a winsome and incongruently boyish grin, Kai answered, "Thanksgiving. I'm cooking you dinner."

He winked and spun away, flipping his knife and strolling towards an open field. As Bonnie followed slowly behind him, she felt her naturally sharp and alert mind falling back into its accustomed rhythm. She breathed a sharp sigh of relief and gratefulness since she hadn't felt quite herself since funneling her magic into the bear. She had been greatly afraid that trying such a thing might prove beyond her skill level and either not work or leave her permanently damaged. She had no choice though. There was simply no way she was letting him out to wreak havoc. It had been an impulse decision and she had relied as much on instinctual knowhow as any concrete spell. She had just had to hope that the spirits were with her and it would work. She had truly been as shocked as Kai when she had told him her magic was gone.

She was going to need all her wits about her to figure how to maneuver in the new reality she had created for herself.

As she followed him beyond a couple of impressively massive stone pillars, she was surprised to suddenly see a large and beautiful farm style house appear before her. Her steps grew slower as Kai walked slowly up onto the wraparound porch

"Ah, memories." He sighed. "Pitter-patter of little siblings' feet, witchy-woo, chanting in the air, mom and dad calling me an abomination.." his voice took an undeniably bitter tinge at the last.

It seemed to Bonnie as she watched him look around that bad memories were abundant there for him, even if him murdering his siblings was not one of them. So she had to ask.

"Why did you want to come back here?"

Kai's rejoinder was immediate. "Because I can finally show it to someone? My coven goes out of their way to make sure no one finds us, but since they're not here to be paranoid freak shows," he gestured expansively to the house, "mi casa es su casa."

He smiled like an exited kid, biting his lip and waving her in. "Come on." He turned to open the door and walked in. At a loss as to what else to do, Bonnie cast a helpless glance around and turned to follow him up the stairs. As she stepped hesitantly into the house, she was taken aback by the simultaneous normalcy and macabre wrongness of the home and stopped in her tracks. Blood spattered the doors and walls and lay in dried red tracks along the floor. Bloody handprints were on the banister and randomly along the walls as well. There was a pool of blood at the base of the stairs and Bonnie looked up at Kai in horror as the implications of it all slammed into her like a runaway truck. He was standing ahead of her in the doorway to another room, looking back at her as if challenging her to say something about the devastation before her. It was one thing to read about what he had done, one thing to have him say it, but she was finding it was another thing altogether to be hit directly in the face, so to speak, with the obvious evidence of the actions that had gotten him locked away here. This was the blood of his siblings, the people he had killed, and as he stood there before her, face blank of all feeling and expression, she had to fight hard to keep her natural disgust and desire to recoil from showing in her own countenance. She swallowed, raised her chin and, refusing to look around her, walked to where he stood.

Looking up into his, now wary, face, she deadpanned, "Gonna show me where the bathrooms are?"