AN: I hope everyone is well and staying safe. This chapter is ...well, it is a bit long. And I think it is my favorite chapter thus far. This story had a life of its own and it wants to be what it wants to be...I hope you can handle it, I think it is going to be a wild ride. This is rated M for good reason and I do not own these characters, just playing with them. I have loved all the reviews, they are wonderful and keep me going. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. Please enjoy this update and let me know your thoughts.

Chapter 9

Friday

Bonnie laid in her bed, in her darkened room trying to remember what happened to her, or more importantly, what she did. Clearly the blood wasn't hers and she didn't feel any pain and hadn't seen any wounds, in fact she physically felt good. But the more she tried to remember, the more she felt a migraine trying to surface.

She turned to see what time it was, nine-thirty in the morning, too early for her to be awake, all things concerned. She was not willing to move from her bed yet, even though she knew she should be up checking the news for any reports of unexplained activities. She was sure that whatever she did, it was not good, quite possibly she could have harmed someone, seriously, girl, with all that blood, you did more than harm someone, her inner voice laughed. Or maybe they tried to harm her, yeah that was it, they tried to hurt her and she defended herself, she thought. Why didn't that feel right, though?

And although she was curious, she just couldn't get too excited or worried about it, almost as if she just didn't care. But that couldn't be right she reflected, of course she cared, why wouldn't she? Bonnie again decided not to think about it because her head started to hurt again.

She turned on her small nightstand lamp, deciding to read, taking her mind off of her current situation. She opened the book Klaus gave her. The more she read the more she was lost in the pages of the book.

A third way through the journal she was somewhat surprised when she saw another picture of the tree she had seen in her dreams. It was hand drawn and under the drawing it read 'Tree of Life', intrigued she continued reading, her interest piqued even more.

Words popped out at her Druids…. Fae…. Changelings… Succubus…. Shapeshifter. She continued to read, "A human child was offered or dedicated to the queen of the Fae in exchange of a favor." "The queen is summoned by great need." "Succubus and incubus are Fae, not daemon….horrible bloodlust if not fed properly." "Fae folk are drawn to each other… the Fae species is large, but separate from fairy folk…"

"The Fae queen is shroud in lore and mystery. All that is truly known of her is that she commands all Fae…her power is limitless…"

Bonnie had read many books, tomes and manuscripts on magical mythical creatures, folklores, religions and pagan rites and gods and she had not come across anything like what she was reading.

The author of the journal wrote as if the knowledge and information was attained by personal experience and written in classification of creatures, their traits and origins, and certain rituals, almost clinical.

Her head was spinning, she needed to cross reference some of these inscriptions and data. She felt driven to find out more. Taking off her glasses she grabbed her phone, it was twelve-thirty, three hours had passed and she didn't even know it. She hopped up rather slowly, found some leggings, an oversized t-shirt, sweater and quickly dressed

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Crime Scene - Marion County, Friday

Sheriff Mills had never seen anything as disturbing as the body that laid before him, outside of his military service. As a sheriff of a small town he was used to petty crimes, domestic disturbances and the occasional arson and vehicular fatalities.

He even encountered a few run-of-the-mill murders, mostly crimes of passion or arguments turned deadly, but never, never anything as grisely as this. A few of his officers got sick at the sight, and one or two had to get assistance from the EMT.

He had to admit, if it hadn't been for his time in war, on the front lines, he too would have given up his breakfast. The damage of the body and the blood splatter and spillage reminded him of some of the bodies he had seen on the battlefields, torn apart by landmines or grenades.

The body was that of a black man, of that they were sure, but that was almost all they were sure of, well except for his face which was in pretty good condition, although his head was not attached to his body. The torso reminded Ben Miller of that fancy statue of the pretty lady with no arms, in this case the body was also missing a leg.

The detached arms and leg were several feet away from the body and had appeared to have been gnawed off from first glance. The arms were clothed as well as the leg, which still had a shoe on.

The torso was clad with a button down shirt which was unbuttoned and the jeans were unfastened and unzipped, but they were pulled low on the hips.

His head, eyes open, was in his lap, whether it was placed there intentionally or happened by chance was anyone's guess at the moment. The chest cavity was torn open, jagged claw-like wounds near the large hole suggested a wild animal clawed into the young man's chest. Ribs were broken and two or three of them were pulled out and looked as if they had been sucked on them and then discarded next to the body. The heart was missing, however all other organs seemed to be intact, while the body lay in a pool of blood.

The area where the body was found was a popular spot for afterhours activities from partygoers and bar patrons. It was a small area with two picnic benches, a tiny man-made lake and a blink-and-you-miss-it trail path for walking dogs.

Oftentimes Sheriff Miller had to haul off kids for underage drinking and public disturbances, couples having sex or he had to wake up the homeless that slept on the benches. The 'park' was a bit off from the road, but close enough for people to walk to it from the bar or hotel or store and could be seen while driving by.

The body was near the benches, laying on the grass, imprints were scattered all around the body, but they made no sense to the sheriff or his deputies. They couldn't tell if they were animal or human prints. They could be paw imprints but they were oddly shaped, looking oddly like a mix of human and animal, but they took casts of any of the imprints that were clearly visible and the entire area was marked, numbered and photographed.

Ben sat at his desk contemplating what to do about this case. He was going to chalk it up to a rabid coyote or two and leave it as an unfortunate incident, even though his gut was telling him something different. He would wait and pray this was just an animal attack.

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Mystic Falls - The Twisted Spine, Friday Afternoon

Bonnie sat in her office, on the floor, pouring over several books which she had laid out around her like a mote of and she was the tower they surrounded. She sat crossed legged, bending over the books, many of them her grandmother's.

She found one book, "Fairies, Trolls and Night Creatures", that read, in part, "If one is confronted by fairies, it is important to know that 'Tinkerbell' isn't an accurate depiction of one.""They can be vicious and dangerous."

She continued to look for any other mention of Fae folk and/or Fae Queen, hoping to find a way to understand and validate this new source material which seemed to alter some age old assumptions of mythical creatures. Again she read through the journal. "A vessel given cannot be taken back." "A fae and a human can mate. In most known situations it is due to violence. If the human mother survives the birthing, the product of that union usually dies shortly after its birth or soon after."

Bonnie wanted to know more...more about the author of the journal. The only indication of the author's identity were the initials SJM which appeared on the front of it.

She picked up the journal again and read a passage that almost called out to her, "The Tree of Life may be connected to the Fae Queen…." "Arianhod is thought to be the Queen, she is the goddess of beauty, fertility, reincarnation and the sky among other things. The Druids worshipped her as well as Arawon and Amaethon."

"Succubi are rare creatures even by Fae standards. Their origins are shrouded in secrecy and seldom spoken of. They survive off the essence of other creatures. Sex is the catalyst by which they 'feed', causing their 'prey' to become docile and compliant. They can be very dangerous and vicious creatures prone to feed on the flesh and blood of their prey if they cannot get their required nourishment."

"A mature succubus can control their hunger, not killing if they chose not to, but their hunger, if not properly managed, can be uncontrollable and ravenous. No creature is safe! Their true form is not known, they are mistaken for shapeshifters or even changelings."

"Among most Fae folk, they are feared."

Another passage caught Bonnie's interest. "Human/Fae hybrids are also rare especially if the child lives. No one knows what they look like or what traits they have, but it is said there are some that live among humans."

She had spent the whole morning scouring through her books, digging through forgotten texts and almost forgotten languages, until she came across Druid runes, which she needed to decipher.

Bonnie found herself enthralled in the mythology and lore, but there was a sense of familiarity, of knowing and she wanted to find out what it meant.

Bonnie read until her eyes began to get heavy. Deciding to rest them for a moment, she closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

Thursday night - early morning

Bonnie woke up fevered, breath shallow, sweaty brow and a throbbing between her legs. The dream she was having was so vivid, so real, she could still feel the fathom thrusts of her dream lover, although she couldn't remember his face, she had an idea of who it was. She wanted more, she needed more, she felt empty, almost sick with hunger.

She sat up on the side of the bed, bending over in pain as her stomach growled and cramped due to the emptiness she felt. But she also was so aroused that her nippled hardened and there was an ache at her core.

She fell to her knees, mouth watering, pupils dilated and an itching in her back, she crawled to the other bed, sniffing the air. She smelt something sweet and citrusy, like oranges.

Bonnie climbed on the bed hovering over Caroline, who was passed out, she could smell her essence over the alcohol and faint perfume...she could smell the sweet citrus scent wafting off the sleeping girl.

In the short time they were asleep Caroline kicked the blanket off only keeping the sheet covering her scantily clad body. Bonnie hovered almost in a daze swaying from side to side as she inhaled Care's scent.

Bonnie straddled Care, sniffing her, her hair, her face. Bonnie gently pulled the sheet down to examine Caroline's body, her pale, toned legs were long and shapely, her stomach was taut and smooth. Bonnie was aroused by the sight of her friend and her back itched.

She edged lower taking in the scent of Caroline's womanhood, when Care slightly moved, Bonnie paused, waiting for Care to settle again, when she did, Bonnie gently and very slowly moved back up to her face. Care mumbled and swatted at what she thought was a fly when Bonnie's hair touched her cheek, then she relaxed and stilled.

Bonnie bent closer to her neck watching the corteroid artery pulsate...closer she moved until her lips were almost touching her friend's sleek neck, then instinctively she let her tongue glide over the soft skin.

The erotic sensation the salty, sweet taste of her flesh caused Bonnie's eye to turn black with pleasure and her mouth salivated. She lifted her face, flinging her head back as fangs descended from her gums then she swooped down ready to plunge her fangs into the deliciable flesh.

Just before she was about to tear into the flesh, she stopped herself, although a voice was telling her to feed. Startled by her impulse to bite her friend and her willpower slipping away, she quickly scrambled off the bed, backing away from the unsuspecting girl in the bed.

Clad in her bra and panties, breathing heavily, fangs bared and stomach growling, she quickly and stealthily walked out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.

...

"Jamie you said we didn't have to do anything," the young girl whined as she pushed the young man away.

"Yeah but I really like you. If you don't like me that way... then that's okay. You can go home. But I told Meaghan you were my girl. You know she likes me," he said convincingly, sounding hurt by her actions.

"You really told her that? I...I...didn't know...that is ...wow...I .. I really do like you and I didn't know you thought of me as your girl. I'm just nervous since I'm...I'm a virgin and I just want it to be special." The girl replied shyly.

Jamie smiled, "But it will be special, I promise. It's you and me, of course it will be special cause I'm still a virgin, even though the guys think I'm not. C'mon, come here, it will be our first time together," he said as he reached out for her hand leading her to the soft grass. He mentioned her to sit as he did. Then he snaked his hand up her thigh as he kissed her.

"C'mon...let me touch you," he said as she tried to push his hand away as it got too close to her panties. He kissed her more passionately now as he re-positioned them so that they were laying down and he was hovering over her.

He stuck his fore finger in her, pushing in and out. As she moaned from pleasure due to the new sensation she was feeling, he added another finger. Then he pulled them out so he could use both hands to pull her panties down.

"Jamie...I...I...this is too fast…"

"Sloan, you're my girl, right," he asked. She nodded. "Then it is okay. It feels good. Trust me." She nodded and he smiled as he unfastened and lowered his jeans, having no underwear on under them.

He spread her legs positioning himself between them while kissing her roughly and pulling up her blouse to see her tits. He positioned his cock at her entrance, ready to invade her body when she pushed at him, "You have protection?" Frustrated he signed, "You won't get pregnant. I'll pull out." "No Jamie if I let you, you have to use a condom, I can't…"Sloan moved her head, "Did you hear something?" "No, fuck Sloan, just at least let me put the head in, I want to feel you," he pleaded. "Okay."

Without warning or readying her he pushed into her. "Oww, Jamie...what the hell," she yelled as she pushed him away from her, getting to her feet. "What...Sloan, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. But it will feel better," he tried to reassure her as he got up too.

"Fuck you Jamie I'm out of here, that was a dick move. I thought you were different, better than that," she cried as she grabbed her things running to her car, leaving a very frustrated Jamie alone.

"Fine Sloan, go run off like a baby, little girl. Fucking bitch!" Jamie shouted after her, but she was in her car peeling away.

In the bushes Bonnie saw what transpired, her eyes obsidian orbs, she growled low in her throat. Jamie cursed as he pulled his pants up and walked over to the table and benches to sit on top of the table using the bench as a foot stool.

Bonnie walked stealthily up to Jamie. He looked at her, not believing she was standing there with just a bra and panties on. She smiled sweetly at him. "Perhaps you need to learn how to handle a lady," she said seductively.

Grabbing his junk, he said, "I'd say she couldn't handle what I got. He smirked. "You must be some kind of crazy ass bitch to be walking around here like that. Good way to get yourself in trouble."

"You have no idea," Bonnie retorted as she rubbed his semi hard cock through his jeans. He tried to kiss her but she evaded his mouth, laughing. "Little boys shouldn't play with things they can't handle and you definitely can't handle what I've got," she chided as she grabbed his neck then licked up his neck to his jaw line then she gently bit his earlobe.

Bonnie was so hungry even if he didn't taste as sweet as Caroline and he didn't smell as good as the girl that ran away, but she could hear his blood as it coursed through his veins and it was calling to her.

He moaned, "This boy can handle anything your fine ass got, baby, believe that." He proclaimed as his cock got hard. He had never been with an older woman and he wasn't really into them, but he didn't want to rub one out and her body was banging and he wasn't going home with blue balls.

"I hope so because I am very hungry tonight."Bonnie warned, even if he didn't know it was.

She led him to the same spot he was in earlier, but now she straddled him as he laid back. He removed her bra, cupping her full breasts as she rocked over him, feeling his erection through his jeans. She pulled down his jeans for access to his cock when he lifted his hips then she ripped her panties off.

Jamie watched her memorised by her. He almost choked when she inserted his cock into her waiting pussy. He never felt anything like it before. His cock felt enclosed in a vice. Her pussy gripped his cock like a suction cup, but his cock felt like it was surrounded by gushy hot thick molasses or honey or something, he couldn't explain it; he had no words for it. As she rocked her hips back and forth his cock felt like it was being milked and the sensation was killing him, it felt so good but he felt like she was also draining him.

Bonnie moaned as she moved faster, up and down now, her hands pressed on his chest. Her eyes were closed as she thought of Klaus, as she imagined his hands on her body, his tongue licking her sensitive parts.

Bonnie called out to him, her every thought, her every fiber, her body, even her essence called out to him. She could feel his presence, she could smell his scent and it incensed her blood.

She dug her nails into Jamie's chest as she continued to buck up and down. He didn't feel the pain until after he spilled myself inside of her, mere minutes after she became more aggressive. Once he came and his cock began to soften, Bonnie stopped moving and opened her eyes.

"Fuck...what is wrong with you?" She growled, "I need more."

Jamie smiled, "Sorry babe, but that pussy of yours is fire. I need to rest...I'm good..."

Bonnie hissed, "NO! I told you, I'm hungry."

He pushed her off of him as he lifted his hips to pull his pants up, still laying on the ground, not paying attention to her, "Look, I can hit you up later, no need to get all shitty about it. I got mine you got yours." He smirked cocky, liking the fact that she was begging for it.

He would have something to tell his friends, he thought to himself, smiling to himself that he got her gagging for it. Bonnie was on her knees, naked, head bent down, she rolled her shoulders, her fangs came down, her eyes blood red "No, I didn't get mine...not yet," she whispered then lifted her head.

The smile on his face vanished as she quickly pounced on him, grabbing both of his arms as he struggled against her, "I told you...I'm ravenous." Then she bit into his neck pulling and tearing flesh, sinew and muscle.

His screams came out as gurling whimpers and then silenced as her sharp fangs and canine-like teeth chewed at his flesh. In a fit of wild abandonment she surrendered to her bloodlust.

She pulled at his neck as she chewed on the skin causing the head to detach from the body, then she gleefully opened his chest with her hands now long claw-like appendages. Her body was now animal-like almost resembling a hairless cat-like creature.

She grabbed handfuls of fleshy matter shoving it into her mouth as she crouched down over the body. She finally pulled the heart out, consuming all of it. Once she was fully sated she laid down on his body looking into the night sky, a humming sound coming from deep within her throat and chest.

Then what could only be described as an act of pettiness, she got up and laughingly tore his arms and his leg from his body then she put his head in his lap. When she was done 'playing' with her food she ran back to the hotel room. Now tired, she got into the bed and closed her eyes, transforming back into her human form.

Bonnie woke with a start now remembering everything that happened, realizing she was some sort of monster, a creature to be feared and this caused a smile to grace her lips and her green eyes to twinkle with merriment.

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