AN: I want to start this off by saying that writing is my passion. It's the one thing in the world that brings me peace and joy. With that being said, I had lost my passion because I lost my best friend. I lost my mom. I lost my mother-in-law and father-in-law. I lost two close friends. I have been to so many funerals over the past couple of months that it would be a nice change of pace to step outside of my house for ANY other reason than going to a cemetery. I wanted to update my stories, but every time I tried, I stared at my laptop blankly before pushing it away and lying in my bed just feeling numb. I am not ashamed to admit that I have been very depressed. Not being able to do what I loved was absolutely painful. I felt so disconnected and broken, but the other day, I felt this spark where I wanted to come back and just write. This may not be my best work, but I am proud of it, and I am determined to finish what I started. I love you guys. Thank you all for continuing to support me and my stories.
Part One
(Richmond, VA)
Bonnie Bennett had always been a girl who took pride in the fact that she had manners. She always made sure to thank someone if they held the door open for her, she tipped generously whenever she was provided a service, and she made sure that she carried an air of dignity and remained lady like at all times, no matter what the occasion was. At the present moment, however, none of her manners or graceful behavior was on display. Sitting at a small table inside of a large and luxurious hotel suite paid for by none other than Kol Michealson, Bonnie found herself going down on a double bacon cheeseburger with absolutely no shame in her game. Her elbows were perched on the table, she was licking her fingers with great satisfaction and once she was finished, a rather loud belch escaped her lips as she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach happily.
It was only when she was coming down from her food high did, she realize that Kol was sitting across from her starring at her deeply amused.
Here, love," Kol offered her a napkin while fighting back a smile, "I think you could put this to good use."
Bonnie had the decency to look embarrassed as she accepted the proffered piece of cloth and wiped her mouth clean.
"I'm sorry," she started. "I'm usually not a messy eater."
"You were trapped on an island for days with no sustenance. I think we can forgive your questionable table manners this once," he said, his brown eyes twinkling in amusement.
"How very kind of you," she drawled sarcastically before gathering her food container from the table and depositing it in the trash.
"So now that you are officially back home, what's next on your agenda, little witch?" Kol asked curiously.
Bonnie sighed heavily as she turned on the facet and began to wash the greasy remains of her off her fingers.
"It's only a matter of time before Cade comes looking for me. Just by me having the weapon to defeat him is a declaration of war, and I'm going to have to sit down and come up with a plan if I want to get out of this alive," she said quietly.
"You're scared."
Her eyes found his by instinct and she felt an uncomfortable feeling churning in her chest.
It wasn't so much of a question as it was an observation. An observation that made Bonnie grow tense.
"This isn't my first time going against an all-powerful immortal. The odds of survival are in my favor."
"I never said that you were scared of dying," he pointed out.
"What exactly do you think that I am afraid of then?"
"I think," Kol hedged carefully, "That you are afraid to fail your friends. The Salvatore's, Elena and whoever else it is that you are fighting for are all depending on you save their souls from Cade's clutches. You have had your fair share of battles where their lives had depended on you, but this is different. This is a war, and you are battling for their souls and we both know that one wrong move, one wrong decision can decide their eternal fate and despite how brave and courageous that you have shown yourself to be, you are afraid."
Bonnie felt a small lump form in her throat as she turned away from the prying eyes of the Original.
"You don't have to go through with this. There are other options," he said gently.
Bonnie laughed bitterly.
"If you think I'm just going to march up to Cade and ask him to give me his word to spare my friend's soul in exchange for the dagger, you are out of your mind."
"Surrendering isn't your only option, love. Instead of returning to Mystic Falls, I can take you to New Orleans for protection."
"Why do you think that I would be safter in New Orleans?" she asked confused.
"I have a network of powerful witches at my command who would protect you. All I have to do is say the word and their loyalty to me will extend directly to you," Kol said firmly.
Bonnie shook her head.
"This is my fight. I do not want to drag any other innocent bystanders into it. I won't have their blood on my hands," she protested.
"You know what your problem is?" Kol chuckled humorlessly, "You are too self-righteous for your own good. You think that the world would eventually be a better place as long as you keep playing the role of the good, selfless moral witch.
"Let it go, Kol," Bonnie warned quietly.
"Let me ask you something. Why are they worth saving? What about them is redeemable?" he argued. "Not only have Damon and Stefan done terrible things to innocent people, but they have also done terrible things to you. They prioritize Elena's life over yours on more than one occasion, they are the reason why your Grams died prematurely, they turned your mother into a vampire. Hell, Damon tried to kill you and Stefan spent the past weeks trying to take advantage of you when he knew you were vulnerable. You shouldn't be risking everything to save them. If anything, you should walk away from all of this and live your life free from all this supernatural bullshit."
Bonnie felt the tips of her ears burn hot as confusion and frustration flooded throughout her entire body.
"Why do you even care?" she asked tightly.
"Because you, love, are worth caring about," he insisted, his eyes darkening with frustration. "You could have died on that island and for what? To save a handful of people who isn't deserving of redemption?"
"Who are you to decide who is or isn't worthy of redemption?" she argued.
"I've been around long enough to watch powerful witches be used to serve at the pleasure of specimens not worthy enough to lick your boot. You deserve a far better fate than to be someone's magical tool."
"They are not worthy of your sacrifice. They are not worthy of your loyalty. They are not worthy of you."
"I'm going to get some fresh air," she muttered angrily before storming out onto the balcony.
Screwing the top of her bottle of water, Bonnie took a couple of sips before allowing her mind to wander over the events that had led up to her finally escaping the island where she had almost lost her life.
(Flashback)
"This isn't working," Bonnie huffed angrily before kicking over the pile of dead wood causing them to go rolling into the ocean.
"Maybe you should try using the method of rubbing two sticks together to start a fire. I heard that works for witches who have performance issues."
Bonnie rolled her eyes as she turned around and found Kol standing on the shoreline tossing stones across the surface of the sea while sporting an annoying smirk on his handsome face.
"Instead of talking shit, why don't you try doing something useful?" Stefan snapped glaring at Kol. "You are supposed to be an Original with magic. What good are you if you can't even find us a way off this goddamn island?"
Kol laughed haughtily. "What would you have me do, mate? Click my heels and summon a tornado to carry us all back to Mystic Falls? I don't know if you were paying attention, but the creepy ancient witch who nearly slaughtered our little witch stripped me of my essence and most of my magic. If I wasn't too busy trying to keep your ass alive, maybe I wouldn't be in the weakened position that I am in right now, so instead of whining, why don't you show a little gratitude?"
"Guys enough," Bonnie snapped coming between the Original and the Ripper, "You two have spent the past three days at each other's throats. Give it a rest already."
The two vampires ignored her as they continued to argue heatedly amongst themselves. Feeling her patience waning thin, Bonnie muttered several explicit that Grams would not have approved of and stormed towards the other side of the beach. Feeling drained from having front row seats to Stefan and Kol's bickering, Bonnie decided that a quick bath would relieve some of the tension that was slowly settling into her bones.
Three days. Seventy Hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. That's how long Bonnie and her blood enthusiastic companions had been stranded on the small island after she had nearly died while retrieving the most powerful weapon in the world. After briefly celebrating her biggest achievement, Bonnie had tried to cast a summoning spell to attract a nearby fishing vessel to rescue them from their predicament, but when Bonnie's magic failed to resurface after multiple attempts to do the spell, she realized that something was very wrong. No matter how hard and how long she had tried to muster up the energy needed to tap into her abilities, she failed at every attempt, and she was beginning to feel exhausted. She was tired of drinking from coconuts, she was tired of eating fish and most of all, she was sick and tired of listening to Kol and Stefan's bickering. If the two vampires weren't fighting over who's turn it was to collect more dry wood for the firewood so Bonnie could eat during the day and stay warm during the night, Kol was making fun of Stefan's weakened state due to lack of human blood in his system, and Stefan was taking shots at Kol and his inability to tap back into his magic after the psycho witch had done something that left him unable to perform. Despite her normal capability to be optimistic in any given situation, Bonnie found herself slowly losing hope.
As she splashed cool water on her face, Bonnie sighed with relief. A cool bath in the sea wasn't enough to make her feel like sunshine and rainbows, but she could admit that it did help take some of the edge off. Now if she could somehow find a way to conjure up a double bacon cheeseburger with a side of onion rings and a double shot of Burbon out of thin air, she would be happier than a pig in mud.
"You look like you could use a pick me up."
Bonnie turned around and stared at Kol pointedly before forcing a smile.
"No thank you," she declined politely.
"Your lips are starting to peel which is a sign of dehydration. This coconut is going to provide you with electrolytes and is going to help keep you somewhat healthy until we get you off this island," he explained patiently.
"I've been eating and drinking coconut for the past three days. I'm over it," she whined petulantly.
"Let me put it to you this way. You either take this coconut and consume it like a good little witch, or I will force my blood down your throat. Either way, you will get the nourishment that you need to survive another day," he said curtly.
Bonnie glared up at him with contempt before snatching the coconut out of his hands and pressing her lips to the man-made hole in the fruit and sucking unhappily.
After taking one final sip of the coconut, Bonnie tossed it back to Kol who stared at it blandly.
"You should eat and drink something too. You are starting to look a little pale," she said as she observed him feeling worried.
He smirked before using both hands to crush the coconut into dust.
"I'm good on the island cuisine," he said as he brushed his hands off on the back of his pants.
"Where's Stefan?" she asked looking around confused.
"He's off looking for more dry wood since someone kicked what we had into the ocean. He should be back soon," Kol said flippantly.
The sun was slowly going down and that meant that the temperature would be dropping soon. While Kol and Stefan weren't bothered by the heat or the cold, Bonnie didn't have the luxury of being able to sleep through the night peacefully while freezing her buns off.
Bonnie was starting to walk away intent on helping Stefan with his task when Kol blocked her path.
He was staring at her in a way that was invasive and uncomfortable.
"What?" she huffed squirming nervously.
"Something is blocking your ability to access your magic, and I have a feeling that block is psychological. There is something that I would like to try, but it requires that you trust me," he paused to gaze at her seriously, "Can you do that?"
"Well, you have saved my life more than once, so I think so," she said hesitantly.
Kol would have preferred for her to give him an unwavering "yes" to his question, but he was willing to take what he could get at the given moment.
"If we are to get to the root of your issue, I am going to need to do an in-depth assessment. This will involve me asking some questions that you may find hard and uncomfortable," Kol warned.
"If your method will help get us off this damn island, you can ask me whatever you want," Bonnie said unbothered, "I'm an open book."
"Describe to me in detail what had occurred the last time that you lost your ability to perform magic," he inquired.
Bonnie exhaled deeply before folding her arms across her chest.
"So, remember how you were asking me about my scar earlier back on the boat?" she inquired softly.
"Let me guess. There's more to the story?" he asked arching a dark eyebrow inquisitively.
Bonnie nodded before turning her back on him and starring out at the sea feeling a sense of vulnerability settle over her.
"The first time I realized that I didn't have my magic in the Prison World, I was devastated. Being trapped in hell with no way out was almost worse than actually being dead. I struggled day and night trying to restore my magic. No matter how hard I tried and how many spells I would practice, nothing worked. After four months of being there, I begin to lose hope," she paused feeling tears building in her eyes at the painful memories, "One day Damon and I were grocery shopping and that's when we made the discovery that we weren't alone in our ninety's themed prison world. That's where I first met Kai. Kai had attacked Damon and was going to kill him, but I managed to tap into my magic and save him."
Kol stared in Stefan's direction as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"So, what you are saying is that it took a Salvatore being in mortal danger in order for your magic to return? Interesting."
Bonnie's stiffened as she gave Kol a pointed look.
"Don't you even think about it," Bonnie warned acidly.
"I was just looking for a way to inspire you," Kol pouted playfully.
"I'm sure that you can come up with another way to inspire me that doesn't involve you beating Stefan within an inch of his life," she said wryly.
Kol was quiet for a moment.
"Take my hand," he murmured reaching out to her.
Bonnie hesitated briefly before placing her small hand inside of Kol's large one allowing him to lead her down the beach where they stood ankle deep in the water facing each other.
"I want to feed you my blood," he started.
Bonnie snatched her hand away from him and the back of her neck began to grow hot with anger.
"Absolutely not."
"You didn't let me finish," he said patiently. "I want to feed you my blood so that you will be strong enough for me to channel you."
Bonnie wanted to straight up refuse, but the longer she thought about it, the more his request made sense. If Kol's blood could somehow strengthen her, he could channel her and get his magic back and they could finally get off the island.
Kol could see that Bonnie was conflicted and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to be nervous. Channeling is painless. All you have to do is drink my blood and I will tap into your energy. I promise you that you won't experience a single moment of pain," he coached gently.
"Believe it or not, I have done this before. It was years ago," she revealed feeling a sense of nostalgia fall over her as she thinks about Luka.
A sour taste grew in Kol's mouth at the thought of another witch having the same access to Bonnie that he was currently seeking.
"You let another witch channel you?" he asked trying to keep his voice light. "You are not as wet behind the ears as I thought you were."
"Can we please just get this over before I change my mind?" she huffed amused.
Kol smiled before he used his magic to cut into his neck causing blood to flow down his skin. Cupping the back of her neck and pulled her face into the curve of his neck allowing her mouth to make contact with the bleeding wound on his throat.
The moment that Kol's blood hit her tongue, Bonnie felt a tug inside of her chest that caused her to gasp startled. She felt something foreign twisting inside of her connecting to her very essence and while the sensation wasn't painful, it was very intense, and she couldn't feel more exposed even if she was naked as the day she was born. Bonnie tried her best to ignore the way her body was beginning to react to Kol's blood, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second. Her face was growing flushed, every hair on her body was standing straight up, her nipples were harder than diamonds and the pulsating that was increasing between her thighs made it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought.
Needing to pull air into her lungs, she removed her mouth from Kol's neck and inhaled deeply.
The sighs that came out of Bonnie's mouth as she came down from her blood lust was enough to make Kol hard as granite. If she was to give him the slightest indication that she was willing to get physical while she was sober and clear minded, he would have absolutely no problem with throwing her down in the sand and fucking her until her voice was raw and his balls was empty. The thought of being buried deep inside of her made him groan deeply, and it took everything inside of him not to act on his animalistic urges.
Kol bit back a smile as he reached down and lifted her off the ground where her legs instantly wrapped around his waist for support.
Before she knew what was happening, she found her back pressed against a very weathered palm tree.
Bonnie pulled back slightly and met his gaze with a slightly dazed look on her face.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"This is the part where I channel you," he reminded gently.
Bonnie gasped as she felt Kol tighten his grip on her hips before he began to chant softly. He could feel the energy being drawn from her seven chakras and the power he felt made the hairs on his body stand straight up. He had connected with thousands of witches over his long-life span, but very few had power that managed to impress him, and Bonnie Bennett definitely was on the top of that list. Not only was Bonnie connected to spirit magic, but he could sense the residue of Expression inside of her mixed with something that was positively cosmic and out of this world. It was like she was a beautiful blend of power that radiated from every fiber of her being and the more he channeled her, the more he found her magic triggering his own.
The air in the atmosphere became heavier and the magic permeating the atmosphere is so heavy that she can practically taste it on her tongue. It reminds her of cotton candy, light and sugary sweet.
It took several minutes for the aftershocks of the magical orgasm to pass, but when Bonnie finally sobered up, her face was filled with shame and regret.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel...whole."
She stared up at him with a sedated look on her face.
"You did it!"
"No," he corrected her with such a gentleness in his voice that nearly made the Bennett witch melt, "We did it."
(Flashback Ends)
"I'm sorry."
Bonnie whirled around and found Kol starring at her with a truly repentant look on his face.
A long moment of silence passed between them before Kol exhaled deeply.
"Listen, I can tell by that look on your face that you are going to do what you want to do despite what I say. You are very much like Rebecca in that sense," he said sounding slightly annoyed.
"There could be worse Originals I could be compared to," she said amused.
"True. Now that I think about it, you are more like Klaus than any of us," he said slyly, "He always put family and those he loves as his top priority and god forbid anyone who tries to take a stand against them. To him, family is always and forever."
Bonnie sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
"Klaus may pretend that family is everything, but we both know that the only person he cares about is himself."
"That may have been true during the era where he terrorized you and your friends, but he's not that same person. He's changed," Kol said solemnly.
"Let me guess. He found some girl that he fell madly in love with, and he magically became a saint?" she snorted sarcastically.
"He didn't exactly find a girl. He actually created one," Kol informed.
Bonnie frowned confused.
"Created?"
"Yes. The reason why Klaus isn't on the Supernatural's Top villains anymore is because he had a daughter. She is the reason why Klaus has dialed back his debauchery and homicidal tendencies."
"Why are you telling me this?" she asked curiously.
"Because people you are like my niece. People who are as wholesome and as pure hearted as you deserve to be protected by any means necessary." A beat. "You are the salt of the Earth."'
"If Cade learns that you are actually aligning yourself with me, he will make you pay for your duplicity," she warned.
"You let me worry about that when the time comes. You just focus on keeping that pretty little neck on a swivel and watching your back. Now that you possess the very thing that can kill the ruler of the underworld, you will have a very big target on your back."
"I can handle myself."
"I have watched as you submitted to the grave and returned from it with much grace and dignity. There is no doubt in my mind that you can handle yourself, little witch."
"Thank you," she said softly.
"You are very welcome."
Their eyes locked and Bonnie found herself feeling moved by the warmth and concern reflecting in Kol's whiskey brown eyes.
The moment was interrupted when the door to the room flew open and Stefan came stumbling over the threshold.
"I hope I wasn't interrupting," Stefan mumbled appearing disoriented.
As Stefan and Bonnie gazed silently at one another, Kol watched them feeling an uncomfortable sensation churn in the pit of his stomach.
Jealousy.
He knew that his feelings were ridiculous given the fact that he didn't have any claims over the Bennett witch, but he couldn't help it. Just moments ago, she had been in his arms drinking his blood, receiving his kisses, and experiencing a magical connection that had left them both satisfied on every level. It was his name that Bonnie had whispered in need while demanding his very essence to fulfill her, but once but once the moment had passed, Bonnie had looked at him with shame and embarrassment and that had been a bit of a blow to Kol's ego. It didn't help matters any as he watched as Bonnie stared at Stefan with an expression that he could only describe as deeply affectionate. That's when it hit him. Bonnie truly cared for the Ripper. What she felt for Kol may have been purely physical due to the reaction she had from ingesting his blood, but what she felt for Stefan was so much deeper. Not only was she attracted to Stefan, but she admired him, she respected him, and there was a strong possibility that she was falling in love with him.
Bonnie cleared her throat and stepped away from Kol blushing deeply. However, when she took a closer look at Stefan, she felt her uneasiness and guilt turn into fear and concern.
His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and he was trembling.
"Are you alright?" she asked gently as she rested her hands on his chest.
"I'm fine," he whispered with a small tremor in his voice.
"I'm sorry. I just need a minute," he whispered before brushing past her and disappearing into the master bedroom.
"What is going on with him?" Bonnie wondered aloud.
"Sorry, love. I might have something to do with why the Rippah is a bit off his rocker."
Bonnie glared at him murderously.
"What did you do?" she asked through clenched teeth.
"Something that you will thank me for later," he said cryptically as he rose from the table. "I have to go. There are some things I need to take care of."
"Would you believe me if I said that I was sad to see you go?" she pouted playfully.
"Absolutely not. You are a terrible liar," he laughed.
"I want you and for some misguided reason, you want Klaus's lackey," he murmured against her lips," If Stefan is the man that you want to be with, no matter how briefly, then go be with him. Live in this moment because you don't know what will happen tomorrow. If anyone deserves to live carefree and reckless for one night, it's you," he said huskily. "You are owed."
"Goodbye, little witch," he whispered before placing a gentle kiss on the corner of her mouth. Seconds later, he was gone.
Part Two
"You have to show your face for Senior Prank night. Everyone is speculating why you have been MIA for the past two weeks, and I'm running out ways to cover your ass."
Tiffany rolled her eyes amused as she laid on her back on her twin-size bed listening to her best friend rant.
"What exactly are people saying about me?" she asked curious to hear about her reputation.
"The jocks think that that you took off with the head basketball coach who was fired months before you briefly disappeared, the cheerleaders think you got bonked and pregnant by the creepy but hot busboy who works at the grill, and the queen of the nerds has spread the rumor that you were some blood sucking demon's virginal whore held captive in that weird Salvatore Boarding House located at the edge of town."
"What if I told you that one of those three conspiracy theories are true," Tiffany grinned.
Emma shrieked causing the newbie vampire to hold the phone away from her ear.
"I knew it. You are totally hunching on the busboy at the grill. I could tell because he always seemed to drool every time you walked into the diner," she gloated.
Before Tiffany could respond, the door to her bedroom opened without warning and her mom entered.
"Hey, sweetheart. Do you mind getting off the phone so that you and I can talk?" she requested.
"Hey Emma. I got to go. I'll call you back in a few," she sighed before ending the call.
"Hey mom. What's up?" Tiffany asked trying to hide the irritation she felt from her mom barging into her room.
"I thought you might be hungry, so I bought you something," Aubrey said with a gentle smile as she handed her daughter the medium sized brown paper bag.
Feeling curious, Tiffany peered into the bag and let out a little gasp of delight as she spotted a cup of her favorite Starbucks drink along with another container of what looked like blood.
"Where did you get this?" Tiffany asked surprised.
"When you made it clear that you weren't all too thrilled about killing the bunnies, I was bringing home from the pet store, I went a couple of towns over and found a butcher who was willing to sell me some blood from his latest kills," she informed.
Tiffany couldn't hold back her laughter.
"What's so funny?" Aubrey asked confused.
"It's just hard to imagine you dressed head to toe in Prada walking into some butcher shop asking to pay for blood," she revealed when she sobered up, "He probably thought you were a freak."
"To be honest, he didn't really seem all too bothered by my request."
"When are you going to tell daddy what I am?" she picked at a loose thread in the comforter as she avoided her mom's prodding gaze. "I think that if he knew the truth, he would find some way to help me."
"We have talked about this before, Tiffy. If your dad knew the truth, I'm afraid that he would react out of a place of fear and hatred, and that's just a risk that I'm not willing to take."
"Dad may hate all things dark and supernatural, but do you really think he would go as far to hurt me? I'm his daughter."
"Fear has the ability to turn even the most loving person into someone very dangerous," she warned gently.
"Well, what are we going to do?" she huffed frustrated. "I can't stay locked up in the house all day. People are going to start to talk."
"Don't worry about people talking. I've come up with a cover story."
"Which is what?"
"I'll just insinuate that Damon Salvatore took certain liberties with you and that the reason why you haven't been seen in public is because you are recovering under my watchful eye," she said simply.
Tiffany stared at her mother horrified.
"Damon may have been the one responsible for turning me into a vampire, but he isn't that bad of a guy," she tried.
"He attacked you, kidnapped you and held you hostage," Aubrey reminded starring at her daughter incredulously.
"Be that as it may, he only attacked me because I was hurting his friend," she confessed, "
"You are only feeling this way because of Stockholm Syndrome," Aubrey said stubbornly.
"That's not true," Tiffany insisted. "Damon may not be a saint or anywhere close to being Mother Teresa, but to accuse him of sexual assault is going too far. Do you know what people are going to think?"
"I do."
"You can't possibly be okay with letting people think that I was sexually assaulted. Not only is that a disgusting lie, but it's also going to paint Damon as some crazed pedo," she protested.
"Honey, you are young, so there are so many things that you can't understand. What I am doing is in your best interest."
"How?"
"One thing that most people hate more anything is a monster. Not the ones that you hear about in fairytales and in horror movies. They hate predators who violates children. I want Damon Salvatore bought to justice for what he did to you, and I'm willing to bring him to justice by any means necessary."
"You may not understand my tactics now, but one day when you are a mother, you will learn that there is no limit to how far you would be willing to go to destroy the man who dared to hurt your child."
With that said, Aubry placed a chaste kiss on her daughter's forehead before leaving her bedroom.
Tiffany waited a good five minutes before grabbing her cell phone and calling her bestie who answered immediately.
"So, what did your mom want?" she asked curiously.
"Nothing much. She just explained how she is willing to go to infinity and beyond to ruin my life," she scowled.
Emma laughed.
"Don't you think that you are being dramatic?" she asked wryly.
"Maybe, but maybe it's time for me to be a little theatrical myself."
"Uh oh. This sounds dangerous."
"Let's just say that I'm going to get the hell out of this house and actually live my life. If people want to know what truly happened to me, I'm going to show up at the party and show them who and what I am."
"You are talking crazy. What do you mean what you are?"
"Just pick me up in two hours down the street at the park. Don't be late."
Before her friend could respond, Tiffany ended the call.
Tonight, Tiffany was going to have some fun and no one was going to stop her.
Part Three
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After Kol's departure, Bonnie decided to take a hot bath to clear her mind. She had taken a shower earlier that day, but a part of her could still feel traces of the island lingering on her skin and so she figured a bath would help purge her body and mind from the nightmarish experience. Once the tub was full to the brim, Bonnie undid her fluffy white robe and let it fall around her ankles before climbing inside of the large tub filled with hot water and suds of soap from one of the bottles of body wash that she had found tucked away in one of the bathroom drawers. Hissing softly, she allowed her body to adjust to the heat before slowly submerging herself into the water.
"Come in," she invited softly.
The door opened slowly, and Stefan made his way looking somewhat better than he did the last time that she saw him.
"How are you feeling?" she inquired watching him closely as he made his way into the bathroom stopping a few feet away from the tub.
"I feel better. Being jet lagged and not consuming blood for several days finally took its toll on me," he admitted.
Bonnie felt her stomach turn and Stefan smirked as he could practically seeing the worst-case scenario forming inside of her head.
"Relax, Bennett. I found someone who was more than happy to lend me a vein to feed. I left her alive compelled and in good spirits downstairs at the hotel bar," he informed her dryly, "No need for you to waste your breath lecturing me on losing control because it didn't happen."
Bonnie tensed.
"Can you blame me for being worried? Knowing who and what you are, control for you is a very slippery thing for you," she said defensively.
"You and Kol seemed...friendly," he stated with a guarded look on his face.
"I underestimated him. He's not who I thought he was," she murmured.
Stefan looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it and remained silent.
"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.
"I'm fine."
You are a terrible liar."
"Kol compelled me to turn my humanity back on."
Bonnie eyes widened as she stared at him speechless.
Suddenly everything made sense. The way Stefan refused to make eye contact with her, his quiet demeanor and the mask of shame that he wore should have been a clear indication that the Ripper had left the building.
"There are several lines that I crossed," he acknowledges with a look of self-loathing in his forest green eyes. "I'm so, so sorry Bonnie."
"For what part?" she asked softly.
Stefan head snapped up and there was confusion etched deep into his handsome face.
"What?" he asked hoarsely.
"What part do you regret the most? Was it the part where you ambushed me at the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant and kissed me, or was it the part where you offered to trade Elena for Enzo?" she asked with a slight tremor in her voice, "Or do you simply regret all of it?"
Stefan realized that Bonnie was getting the wrong idea about his apology, and he moved closer to her and cupped her face in his hands gently forcing her to look at him.
"You think I regret what happened between us?" he asked frowning.
"I want to apologize. I gave you my blood and kissed you without your consent at the Mystic Falls pageant. I took advantage of you when you were having a weak moment and there was alot of times that I was rude to you," he said apologetic.
"You deserve better than me. You deserve better than someone who will end up hurting you." he acknowledges with a look of self-loathing in his forest green eyes. "You went through something so incredibly intense and horrifying and instead of being a friend to you, I'm took advantage of you."
"I'm not some vulnerable victim, Stefan. If I didn't want you kissing me, I could have easily put you on your ass," she said trying to light the mood.
Stefan wasn't amused.
"My point is that you shouldn't be kissing me, and I shouldn't be kissing you. It's complicated and there is a chance that if we take things further, we both can end up hurt," he said quietly. "Besides, we both know that I am not the person who should be here right now."
"Who exactly should be here with me, Stefan? Enzo?" she asked indignantly.
"Damon," he said dully.
Bonnie blinked owlishly before scoffing rudely and folding her arms across her chest.
"If you don't want me, just say it. Don't use your brother as an excuse. That's beneath you," she said evenly.
"But falling in love with him wasn't beneath you," he fired back.
"I'm not going to apologize loving Damon. I did love him, but that was before he decided to abandon me. The part of me that loved him died the very second, he climbed into that coffin and decided to leave me all alone," she said defensively, "Did anything that happened between us mean anything to you?"
"Bonnie, of course it meant something to me. It meant everything," he growled.
"So why are you pushing me away?" she cried confused as she threw her hands in the air frustrated, "My mother, Jeremy, Enzo, Damon and now you? Why does everyone run away from me? Am I that hard to love?"
Before Bonnie could blink, Stefan was suddenly towering over her with a dangerous look on his face that caused her spine to stiffen.
"I am nothing like them," he growled.
She laughed bitterly.
"They all claimed to leave me because they didn't want to hurt me. How exactly are you any different?" she huffed frustrated.
"Bonnie," he tried weakly, but she held her hand up to silence him.
"Listen, I'm not asking for a commitment or anything of the sort, Stefan. All I want is for you to be consistent. If you care about me, show it. If you don't care about me, show it, but don't keep me guessing and wondering where we stand with one another. The only thing that I hate more than being cheated on is being on an emotional roller coaster with someone who can't make up his mind whether or not he wants to be my friend."
"That's the thing, Bonnie. I don't want to be just your friend," he said honestly.
"Then what do you want?" she asked softly.
When Stefan's eyes drifted to her mouth, Bonnie instantly got an answer to her question.
"I've known you to be a lot of things, Salvatore, but I never thought you were a tease," she accused him playfully.
"I'm just trying to be the good guy here," he murmured reluctantly as he slowly brushed the pad of his thumb across the seam of her bottom lip.
The caramel haired vampire stared at her with so much lust that Bonnie felt like she was burning from the inside out.
"Maybe I don't want you to be good," she countered with a sly smile.
Before Stefan could respond, Bonnie wrapped her fingers around his wrist and guided his hand between her thighs.
His fingers were slowly creeping inside of her panties when Stefan's phone began to vibrate on the counter.
Not wanting Bonnie to be distracted, Stefan gently gripped her by the back of her neck and pulled her into a hungry kiss. Turned on by Stefan's aggressiveness, Bonnie immediately opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to clash with hers as she responded to his kiss eagerly. Seconds turned into minutes as they melted into one another feeling consumed with lust, desperation and passion. The first time Stefan had kissed her, it had been at the Mystic Falls Pageant when he had attempted to exert control and fear over her. The second time Stefan had put his lips on hers had been when she had been injured during her violent confrontation with Sybil and he had bitten into his wrist and gathered a mouth full of blood before transferring it to her in a hot kiss. In this moment, he wasn't kissing her like he had an agenda or like he was trying to fix something broken inside of her. Stefan was kissing her like a man who was possessed, and it made Bonnie weak in the knees.
Let it go to voicemail, " he mumbled as he continued to kiss her relentlessly.
They managed to ignore the call the first two times, but when the phone began to ring again for a third time, Bonnie and Stefan broke apart feeling frustrated.
"Who is it?" she groaned.
Stefan rolled his eyes before he took the phone out of her hand and placed it back on the counter.
Stefan narrowed his eyes at the screen before inhaling sharply.
"It's Damon," he informed curtly. "He's probably calling because he needs another Bourbon as his binkie.
Bonnie stifled her laughter by biting the inside of her cheek.
"We can't just ignore his call.
"Why not?" he frowned.
It could be important," she groaned.
"If Damon can't handle a group of bumbling council members and a newbie teenage vampire, he should probably retire from the supernatural business," he said bluntly.
Bonnie opened her mouth to respond, but Stefan cut her off.
"No. More. Talking," he breathed hotly before he slowly eased a finger into her sopping wet snatch.
As he twisted and curled his finger deep inside of her, Bonnie whimpered sweetly feeling her nipples harden. He grinned wolfishly as he watched her squirm and shuddered beneath his touch. He wanted nothing more to than to skip past the foreplay and discover exactly how it felt to be balls deep inside of her, but he decided he would remain patient in favor of slowly torturing the little witch as she was slowly fumbling towards completion.
"Oh god, Stefan," she whimpered as she felt a familiar pressure building up inside of her. "I'm about to...I'm about to.."
Before she could explode, he stopped fingering her causing her to whine in complaint. Her protests soon died when he narrowed his eyes at her with a wicked smile on his lips.
"Not yet" he growled hoarsely he slowed the pace of his thrusting. "Don't come until I tell you to. I promise I'll make it worth it."
Bonnie obeyed and Stefan kept his word. Using his fingers and tongue, he did an expert move that caused her to sob his name as her entire body became electrified from the intense orgasm that had crashed over felt tears pebble at the corner of her eyes and heat swirling around inside of her belly. She wanted to climax so bad that she was almost tempted to scream in frustration. Stefan's wicked little game had started off sexy at first, but now she was desperate for him to finish her off. As she spread her legs wider and arched her back, he hummed in approval, and she felt his nose brush against her clit as his tongue dove deeper between her throbbing lips. She felt like she was falling and flying at the same time. The lights in the chandelier begin to flicker slightly and window to floor balcony doors flew open as a mighty gust of wind slammed into the windowpanes.
With each passing minute, her moans grew louder, and her thighs grew wetter, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before she fell apart. When the sensations became too much to take, Bonnie tried scrambling away from his hungry tongue, but he prevented her from doing so by resting his large hand on her abdomen holding her in place while he focused on bringing her to completion.
"Maybe we should continue this in the bedroom," he suggested, his voice heavy with lust.
As he helped Bonnie off the counter, his phone began to ring again. Stefan was preparing to crush the damn thing with his bare hands, but Bonnie swiped it out of his reach.
Bonnie answers.
"Hello."
Pause.
"Hey Bon Bon. I wasn't expecting to hear your voice," Damon stated awkwardly. "How are you doing? Are you okay?"
Bonnie smiled warmly at the urgency and concern that she heard in his voice.
"I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"I'm worried about you. I thought you went and did something stupid like got yourself killed."
"Nope. I'm still alive and kicking," she said cheerfully.
"Best news I've heard all day," he breathed relieved.
"Tell me what's been happening in Mystic Falls since I've been gone.
A deep sigh came from the other side of the receiver before Damon began to go into details over the events that had transpired during their absence.
Apparently, Tiffany Sharp had somehow escaped the Boarding House and had exposed Damon as the vampire who had assaulted her and taken her hostage. With Damon becoming Mystic Falls Most Wanted, he had been forced into hiding out at the Gilbert Lakehouse by Jeremy. Learning about her ex return to their hometown had shocked and angered Bonnie. Jeremy had moved away from all the supernatural bullshit and had managed to build a normal life for himself. The last thing she wanted was him to be dragged back into the one thing that he had work so hard to walk away from.
"How did everything fall apart so fast? We were gone for less than a week!"
"Did you really think that leaving everything in the hands of Damon, Enzo and Matt would result in anything but a huge flaming disaster."
"I can't believe that Matt dragged Jeremy into this mess," Bonnie exclaimed, "What in the hell was he thinking?"
"He was thinking that we could use all the help that we can get to prevent the Counsel from shining an unflattering light on the presence of supernatural creatures in Mystic Fall."
"Jeremy managed to get out of this place. He has a whole new life and there was no reason to drag him back into this mess. We could have handled it without his help."
"Maybe you are right because even with his assistance, Tiffany managed to escape the basement, the Counsel has the Boarding House under heavy surveillance and the Counsel is one step closer to having my head on a pike."
"Where are you now?"
"The Gilbert Lakehouse."
"Good. You should be safe there." Pause. "I'll meet up with you there and we can come up with a plan to take down the Counsel."
"Enough of my back woods drama. Tell me all about your little adventure."
"Well, I manage to get what I came here for, but I ended up stranded on an island."
"So, for the past three days you and Stefan were playing Gilligan's Island?"
"Not exactly."
While Bonnie gives him a brief summary of what happened over the past couple of days, Stefan felt himself getting bored and irritated. Just watching Bonnie laugh and banter with his brother was enough to irk his nerves. He had been so close to seducing her minutes earlier and now that she was on the phone chatting it up with Damon, it seemed as if she could care less that he was still in the room with her. Most women who would be in his presence when he was shirtless and horny would have a hundred percent of their attention focus on him. Hell, most women would practically be begging him to fuck their brains out right now, but Bonnie...Bonnie wasn't like most women. She wasn't controlled by her libido and clearly, she wasn't all that impressed that she had a hot vampire standing in front of her with a mouth eager to please and his manhood saluting her as if she was the president of the gotdamn United States. The longer the phone conversation went on, the more irritable Stefan became, and his light brooding took a dark turn.
As Stefan silently struggled with the devil and angel on his respective shoulders, Bonnie continues to chat with Damon unaware of the seething vampire standing just a few feet behind her.
"So let me get this straight," Damon drawled slowly, "You show up to this mysterious island and your quest end. To make matters worse, you are attacked by some ancient witch who nearly killed you just to reveal that the bone dagger that you travel halfway across the world to find has been inside of you this entire time?"
"Did I mention that I was granted an Original vampire as a temporary guardian angel?" she asked wryly.
Pregnant pause.
"If you are about to tell me that Klaus is playing your side kick in some sick version of a redemption arc, I'm going to blow chunks," Damon promised.
Bonnie laughed showing all her teeth which caused Stefan right eye to twitch.
"Not Klaus. Kol," she corrected amused.
"Somehow that is so much worse," he groaned.
"It's fine, Damon. Besides a few little acts of petty terrorism towards Stefan, Kol has actually been on his best behavior."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
Bonnie was so engaged in her conversation with Damon that she didn't notice Stefan who was staring at her with a predatory look in his eyes.
Moving with the gracefulness of a panther, he slowly removed his shirt and tossed it across the room making Bonnie's mouth immediately grow dry.
She gives him a look that clearly demanded to know what in the hell he thought he was doing.
Instead of giving her a verbal response, he continues his impromptu strip tease and takes off his pants until he is wearing nothing but black boxers.
"You okay, Bon?" Damon's voice held an edge of concern and suspicion.
Bonnie inhaled sharply and shuddered as he added a second digit inside of her tight heat causing her to clutch the phone a little tighter than necessary.
"Bon?" Damon pressed impatiently.
"Y-yeah?" she stammered flustered.
"When will you be back?"
"I should be coming soon."
Stefan struggled to contain his laughter as he realized that Bonnie's statement had a double meaning.
"Good. Things just aren't the same without you."
"I miss you."
She smiles.
"I miss you too, Damon."
The conversation is interrupted when Stefan walks in and plops down on the bed and plucks the phone from her hand.
Bonnie went to grab the phone, but Stefan spun away from her causing her to fall face first in bed.
"Do you miss me as well, brother?"
Give Bonnie, back the phone.
Damon's irritated voice growling from the other end of the line nearly made Stefan snap the phone in half."
I would but it's getting late, and she needs her rest. You will have plenty of time to talk to her when she comes home.
Bonnie didn't hear Damon's reply, but judging from the devious look on Stefan's face, she predicted that the response wasn't pleasant.
"Goodbye, Damon."
Before Damon could respond, Stefan hung up.
Damon protests but Stefan abruptly hangs up.
"That was rude."
"He will get over it," he promised before gently pushing her back down onto the bed and hovering over her with a playful look on his face.
"Now," he murmured as he towered over her with a dark smile on his face, "Where were we?"