AN: This is a very dark Klonnie AU. This is dirty, hard hitting and not for the faint of heart. This was sort of a request and I am not sure this is what was wanted but this is what it are trigger warnings for verbal abuse, violence and adult sexual content(not always pleasant). This is smut-filled. I do not own these characters, I am just using them, no copyright infringement intended. Many of you will not like this...this is your last warning. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I missed the boat by a few hundred words...haha

Chapter 1

Jeremy reclining on his couch stroked his hard cock while watching his sex tape of him and Anna. He stroked as he witnessed himself bang into her as he asked her, " Is this ass mine?" Anna replied "Hell yes, now fuck me daddy!"

Jeremy used the pre-cum oozing for the head of his cock to lubricate his shaft rubbing his thumb over the head then his wet hand in a twisting motion up and down. He moaned as he watched himself thrusting into her tight ass as he called her a fucking cunt.

"Give it to me motherfucker!" He heard Anna shout to him, then his reply of "You gonna take it bitch?" "You gonna give it to me like a man, you pussy ass?"

Jeremy came hard, shooting cum over his stomach and hand as he relived his session with Anna three weeks ago. He missed her, he missed fucking her. They were fire and gasoline and the sex was dirty, violent and unpredictable.

Jeremy used his discarded shirt to wipe his mess. He got up, removed the dvd from the player and headed to the shower. He had to get ready for his flight.

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"Bonnie, I really wish you would do something with this place because it creeps me out," Caroline whined while sitting on Bonnie's desk with her legs crossed, sipping her coffee drink.

"Well Care there is nothing wrong with the atmosphere of my book store, you are just a scaredy-cat," Bonnie replied with a smile.

The Twisted Spine was Bonnie's occult and supernatural book store, which she had for three years. The interior design was classical gothic with wrought iron mini chandeliers and candle holders. Bonnie had a mural painter come in and paint the inside as an old medieval castle, something Dracula would love, with faux stone walls, bookshelves, stairwells and hanging vines painted on the walls. Her office was painted as a dungeon with turn of the century torture devices such as an iron maiden and a body rack. It also had a cell and guards in knight's armor painted on the walls along with hanging vines and other things one might see in a castle or dungeon. Bonnie loved how the whole thing came out and it was worth the money that she put into it.

"Does anyone ever come in here? I mean I can't see that you would get a lot of business. Most people here are straight-laced and think you are loco, chica." Care said, smiling twirling her pointer finger around her head making the motion of being crazy.

"You would be surprised, but mostly my business comes from online sales and inquiries abroad or out-of-state." Bonnie informed as she tapped Caroline's butt to make her shift so that she could get the paper that was under her ass.

"What?" Caroline whined.

"I need that. I have to hurry up. I've got to meet Jeremy at his place." Bonnie made a face because she was sure she told Care that they were going out-of-town.

"Really? Why?" Care said now annoyed with a frown on her lovely face.

"Care, I told you, he's taking me to New Orleans. You never pay attention." Bonnie huffed now irritated by having to repeat herself.

"HE...is taking YOU...Don't you mean YOU are taking you both since you are paying?" Caroline hated Jeremy, more than she now hated her once best pal Elena, and that was saying something.

"Please don't start," Bonnie pleaded as she got up from the desk gathering more papers and books putting them in their place and tidying up.

"He is an asshole and you deserve better. Why are you still with that small dick prick?" Care jumped up as if she was bit on her butt. She twirled around towards Bonnie. "Bitch, it's because of Elena isn't?" Care hit her arm at the end of her question.

Bonnie stopped, looking at her as if she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she sighed. "Care, he's her brother and it was her idea. I mean….I care for him and I don't want to hurt her feelings. Besides he's good to me…" Bonnie sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than making a confident declaration.

"What the fuck...hold up," Care said putting her hand up, "First fuck Elena. She didn't think of you when she started fucking Damon, knowing that you guys don't get along. Second she knew she was wrong for getting with Stefan, knowing you and he had a summer fling, then cried fake tears like a punk bitch when you guys were thinking about getting back together after she dumped him. Leaving you single and that is why she hooked you and her retarded brother up. For pity's fuck." Caroline continued with her hands on her hips. "And lastly, he is a sponge, leaving you to pick up the tab for everything, doesn't keep a job and is needy. But most importantly he doesn't give you the 'D' correctly resulting in you never having the big bad 'O', because he is a self entitled, like his sister, non-fucking prick." Care ended her tirade by taking a breath.

"Care please, she's my friend and was once yours. She means well. They have been through a lot. And I like buying things for him and I don't mind paying. He's trying to get on with the paper so he's in between steady jobs right now, but he's doing freelance work." Bonnie gave as an explanation, although even to her own ears it sounded lame and forced.

Care took her hand, "I tell you this with all my heart, I will gladly spit on both their graves, preferably having put them there myself." Bonnie looked at her reproachfully, she gave her a lopsided grin then said, "But,I love you Bon. You are my best friend. You are too good for them and deserve better. I mean you are weird as shit and sometimes scary as fuck, but you have a great heart and sexy ass," they both chuckled, "However you let them take advantage." Caroline smiled sadly. "I wish you would see you as I see you. Under all that tamed saccharine sweetness is a wild raging hell-beast wanting to escape."

Bonnie smiled and the girls hugged tightly for a while as if Caroline was trying to enfuse her with some boldness and love, to which Bonnie was trying to soak up. "I love you, Care."

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As Bonnie was getting ready she thought about what Care had said and she reflected on her life. At twenty-seven she had a successful bookstore featuring the things she loved, the world of the supernatural. Her grandmother was a professor of occults and was a bit of a rebel and outcast due to her beliefs; into tarot cards, crystals and all sorts of religions whether dead or alive and she danced to a beat all her own. Sheila often said that Bonnie didn't fall too far from the mother tree although she didn't know what she was waiting for, whatever that meant.

Sheila retired and then ran off to a small greek island with a thirty year old former student. She was living her best life and apparently had turned the guy out causing him to propose to the sixty year old, but she shut that shit down.

Although Bonnie made a good living with her store, it was her inheritance left by her absentee, investment advisor father, who died under a twenty-five year old bartender in Bora Bora, ten years ago, that left her very comfortable.

Bonnie was smart, level-headed, down-to-earth and a genuinely caring person. Her looks were unique, from her crooked smile to her widow's peak to her asymmetrical face. She wasn't a classic beauty compared to her friends. For those unable to truly see and appreciate her ethereal and otherworldly beauty they would consider her features plain or weird. Bonnie didn't do anything to change their opinion, in fact she embraced it with minimal makeup, wide-framed eyeglasses instead of contacts, baggy comfortable clothes and always a messy bun containing her thick curls.

Besides her looks there was something a bit off about her. A darkness in her that she kept a tight lid on. She didn't know where it came from, but it was always there, even as a child. There were times when the darkness spoke to her, enticed her to let go.

There were times when something in her wanted to burst out from her, she likened it to the chest bursters from the Alien movies erupting out of their victims. She always felt as if there was something more about her that caused her to be a little different.

She was happy with her life even if it seemed subdued. She thought she wanted children but when she was eighteen, after a pregnancy scare, she found out that she couldn't have any due to a genetic abnormality. After the initial shock wore off she realized she was okay with not having kids, it was a box that she didn't need to check, realizing she wasn't made for motherhood. Considering her own mother was mentally unstable and opted for suicide and her father had opted to live his best life, throwing money at, instead of raising, his only child, she rationalized it was for the best.

Even with her dysfunctional family, she did want to be in a passionately committed relationship with someone that she felt connected to and could trust. She wanted Jeremy to be that person. The truth was he was not.

She didn't tell Care because it would have stirred up more shit, but Jeremy wasn't always a nice person. He cheated on her a few times and sometimes he talked to her like shit, but when she addressed those issues he blamed it on frustrations concerning either working or not working, which he did more often than not.

If Bonnie was being honest with herself she would admit that out of the two years they had been together, she had only been really happy with him maybe six months and the more she stayed the more she felt less and less of herself.

She stayed because of her own insecurities, family shit and her loyalty to Elena and her feelings. She knew she had trust and abandonment issues and maybe some low self-esteem but Jeremy was familiar, safe and not so bad. He promised to be faithful and his attitude was better since he was working. She cared for him and figured she could put up with his flaws and eventually learn to love him.

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Jeremy waited for Bonnie to get to his apartment as he scrolled through his phone. He was looking at pictures of Anna, while wishfully thinking about her, hoping that she would take him back.

He had met her at a bar she was bartending after a fight with Bonnie. They hit it off and after closing, he was balls deep in her wet ass pussy, tight asshole and juicy mouth. They fucked all night, the whole weekend in fact, she took everything he dished out.

They had the same interested in grunge music, shity food and sex. They were both twenty-four and she didn't make him feel like he was immature, uncultured or a failure. When they weren't fucking, Anna was playing Call of Duty with him, smoking weed and talking about shit that was important to him.

By contrast Bonnie was straight-laced, vanilla sex and boring. He stayed with her because she was okay looking but had a banging body, she paid for everything and it worked for him. Elena asked him to go on a date with her saying she had a crush on him. He always thought it was because she didn't want her with Stefan plus the fact that Elena had always been jealous of Bonnie. He always wondered why, but he knew for a fact that she was.

He really missed Anna and wanted her back.

They had been seeing each other, when he could get away, for about six months before she found out about Bonnie, but it was just recently after a full year that she wanted more, which meant leaving Bonnie and them being full time and serious.

When she told him she wanted exclusivity he was like hell no, he had it made and he wasn't giving up the golden goose, but thinking of it now, three weeks later, maybe he should consider it. Hell if it didn't work out he could crawl back. He was sure Bonnie would take him back, he counted on her loyalty to Elena and her insecurities.

…

Jeremy decided he would drive their rental car from the airport to the hotel they would be staying for the night, before going to the airbnb that Bonnie had rented for the weekend.

He felt like hot shit driving the red two-door Dodge Charger, Bonnie wasn't impressed, but she acted like it, although she would have rather them have the black Cadillac Escalade sport she suggested they get.

...

"Jer could you bring me my bag please," Bonnie called out to Jeremy from the bathroom of their hotel room. Waiting a few minutes, she called out again. "Jer, my bag please." Still no response she wrapped the towel around her and walked into the suite, rounding the corner she said, "Jeremy, hon-" Bonnie stopped short seeing Jeremy with his earbuds in his ears,looking at his phone jerking himself off.

Bonnie just stood there not believing that he would be doing that right then and there with her being here. It wasn't like she ever said no when he was in the mood even if she wasn't or it was going to be wham bam.

"Jeremy." she yelled. Startled, he opened his eyes and stopped moving his hand. "What?' He asked irritatedly. "Really? You couldn't wait for me to get out the shower?" She asked incredulously.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting warmed up for you," he smiled. Bonnie shook her head, grabbed her travel bag and walked back into the bathroom.

Jeremy looked down at his phone seeing a video of Anna finger fucking herself while calling out his name and talking dirty to him. They would send each other videos or pictures to get each other worked up before seeing each other.

He never deleted them. He never had to worry because Bonnie never looked through his phone, but he needed to be more careful.

…

Bonnie moaned as Jeremy kissed her hoping that he would continue with the foreplay instead of skipping it to get to having sex. She always felt like she was missing something that was essential to her being, but usually he just blew it off.

Sure as shit, he did his rudimentary basics, kissing her, twisting her nipples as if they were knobs on a radio and then was up on his knees urging her up on hers and turning her around.

Instead of making sure she was ready to receive him, Jeremy spit on his cock for lubrication and then rammed into her. He thrust in and out finding his rhythm with his eyes closed holding on to her hips.

"Oh..ah...ah..baby you like that baby?" Jeremy asked, waiting for the expected answer.

On cue, "Yes baby. It feels so good," she responded, hoping that it sounded as if it felt good. She knew if she concentrated really hard she could make herself think it was good.

"That's right baby. Take it, fucking take it, bitch." He said without thought, thinking of the woman he wanted in his bed. Bonnie stiffened and Jeremy knew that he messed up. Rubbing her thigh he said, "Babe don't get so serious, it's just sex talk to set the mood cause it feels so good." Bonnie relaxed again trying to get back into it.

Jeremy pulled out and without warning tried to force his way into her unprepared asshole. Bonnie pushed him away with her hand moving away.

"Jeremy what the hell? No." Bonnie yelled, moving away, getting out of bed.

"Come on baby, it would be so good." He cooed as he pulled her back to him, kissing her mouth and neck. "Please let me," he said as he inserted two fingers inside her pussy, fingering her.

"Ah...Ah…" She moaned, it felt so good, she was tempted but she didn't trust him. Holding on to him as he kissed and sucked her breasts, both of them on their knees, she whispered, "Maybe the next time, okay baby."

Jeremy thought he had finally talked her into the idea of anal, but like always she threw cold water on him. Fuck. He stopped kissing and fingering her then pushed her down on her back. He hooked her legs around his arms and without subtly pushed into her. Bonnie closed her eyes as he pushed in and out of her. Because of the position they were in with her legs pressed to her chest she could barely breathe, but she tried to enjoy it.

For his part, Jeremy closed his eyes thinking of Anna, but pissed it was Bonnie beneath him so he wanted to punish her. He pounded into her without any thought of her pleasure, thrusting in and out, thinking of Anna.

He untangled her legs and repositioned them on their knees so he could fuck her from behind since he just couldn't seem to get off. She complied with hesitancy. He pushed into her again over and over again slamming into her making her take all of him.

Bonnie started to adjust and felt the coiling at the bottom of her belly, the tension was there and a weird tingling or itching in her back. There was something else that wanted release, but she couldn't name it. Instead she arched her back and countered his thrusts with her own movement, grinding her hips, searching for her pleasure. She was getting into it.

Jeremy felt the tightening in his balls, he kept ramming into her, in his mind calling out Anna's name. He was ready to cum, he was going to cum inside her but as a final insult he pulled out and erupted all over her back, streams of seman squirted all over her, dripping down her ass cheeks.

Jeremy moved and laid on his back catching his breath. Bonnie gasped in fury. "What the fuck, Jeremy? You fucking prick, you know I hate when you do that shit, like I'm one of your fantasy porn girls." She reprimanded as she dashed up rapidly walking to the bathroom feeling degraded.

"Sorry babe, I forgot," Jeremy said nonplussed as an afterthought with a shitty smirk on his face. As he turned to the side he promptly fell asleep without any thought for Bonnie, but Anna on his lips and he sleepily sighed out her name.

In the shower Bonnie cried angry tears as she washed herself. Dark murderous visions danced behind her closed eyelids. Scenes of blood and gore featuring a tattered and ruined Jeremy. She felt a rage rise up in her soul causing her to hold on to the shower handles for fear she would bodily harm Jeremy; she could see it unfolding in her mind's eye. Squeezing her eyes tighter she tried to make the visions vanish from her mind.

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