She sat on his bed, legs stretched out, back pressed against the wall, idly skimming some article about some celebrity doing something they shouldn’t have. Shawn sat on the floor beside her strumming together chords and marking things down a spare piece of scrap paper.
It was hot outside, the summer sun beating down on their little town. The stale heat threatened to creep through the window, but the air conditioning was their savior. The cool breeze cascading across the room sent goosebumps up her arms.
Her long legs extended across his mattress and he couldn’t help but look up every few minutes. Her eyes lazily moved across the pages before she looked up at him. She was bored. She looked out the window, to the beautiful summer day outside and wished that it wasn’t so hot.
Then she looked back at him.
“Shawn,” She said patiently.
He didn’t look up from his work, instead, offering a grunt as he flipped his paper over, trying desperately to find any small space to write down the few words that had just popped into his brain.
Then @singingisfun@captain-swan-in-the-tardis and I drove around to a few locations where they had filmed before (and ended up seeing a little bit of current filming!) before picking @fergus80 up from the airport. Dinner was The Cascade Room (suchhhhhh good food) followed by drinks at Main Street Brewery. B got a LITTLE buzzed between the two places hahaha
Now it’s off to dream world because the con officially starts TOMORROW!!!!!
((A collaboration with @ask-aph-fruk I hope you like it! She’ll basically be illustrating this fic!))
A soft, gentle light gently cascaded into the living room with a sort of grace that only someone who was honestly cruel could hate. And even through his rather bitter and tough skin, Arthur wasn’t quite as cruel as that.
A sheet of silk was weaved tightly into a wooden embroidery circle as Arthur poked and pulled his needle with such precision as the Englishman was. The scene being stitched into the sheet of delicate fabric was a quaint, homey one that brought the thought of camping to his mind, with a large mountain bottomed by a bright blue lake with a shore of trees.
Arthur’s eyes did not faulter, even when he heard rushed footsteps racing down the stairs of his home.
“A-Angleterre,” Francis panted, and his chest heaved with the distress of trying to catch his breath. “I a-am sorry that I have to leave so soon from our visit here, but my boss has called me back to France on an emergency..”
Only now did Arthur’s eyes lift from his project. He would never really admit it, but he was slightly saddened by France’s words. However, with his pride, he shrugged off the rather silly emotion with a scoff. “Hmph. Very well then, it’s not like I expected anything more from you.”
The Frenchman straightened up his build, and looked at England. “It is not like I chose to do this, you know? I’m sorry, lapin, and I promise to make it to you somehow.”
“You can make it up to me by leaving.” Arthur rolled his eyes, and continued his work. Francis had to force down the grin that was rising in his throat, and he spoke.
“…I’m afraid you’ve forgotten that you’re my means of transportation when I’m here in London.”
Arthur paused, and let out a rather annoyed sigh as he stuck his needle twice through the tight fabric to keep it secure, and slipped the piece back into his threadbox. “Very well, then.” Arthur straightened out the few wrinkles in the pistachio-colored sweater he wore, standing up.
The car ride to the airport was rather silent, and Francis did his best to speak without smiling. Arthur simply drove, ignoring most of France’s comments, before arriving at the airport with him. “Have a nice trip.”
France’s face turned into a look of falsified sadness, and offence. “Aren’t you going to watch my plane take off, lapin?”
Arthur sighed, and let his head fall forward onto the steering wheel, before once again repeating his earlier statement; “Very well, then.”
The lobby of the airport was busy, as most airports were. Arthur sat on one of the couches after buying himself a bottle of water, and he watched France at the reception desk to recieve his tickets and be passed onto safety checks.
England sighed, now sitting in silence. He didn’t know why he was still sitting there, frankly. France wouldn’t notice if he left. But there was a feeling somewhere within his gut, that just told him to sit.
He soon found himself chatting with people. Some were annoyed, and some were emotional. He remembers one particular woman who simply sat and cried on his shoulder, despite his protest, because her son had departed to his new home in France.
After his short, yet somewhat dandy conversations with these strangely nosy strangers had ended, England was bored enough to watch the small security screen that showed the small tunnel in which people boarded the plane.
Though, something was different. Francis was walking backwards, and several people around him were carrying signs by their sides. On the outside of the tunnel, another camera followed France onto the asphalt of the landing strip, along with the sign holders.
Arthur watched curiously, as Francis stood in front of these people, as they lined up side by side behind him. The first lifted the sign. And then the second. And then the third. And finally, the last.
And the message was clear.
“Will you marry me?”
Every inch of England’s body was immediately thrown into paralysis, and he found his eyes tearing up a bit as he stared in awe at the screen. When he felt hands on his shoulders, he wiped the building tears furiously away, forcing his vision away from the screen.
He paced the lobby furiously as people congratulated him. But there was one question on Arthur’s mind; How would he give the other his answer?
The resolution came when he heard a familiar voice, and all at once, emotions flooded him one by one. He was angry, he was sad, he was shocked. But soon those emotions were bubbled over by elation, (with a sassy side of salty pride), and he simply nodded quickly in Francis’ direction.
Francis had accepted the small “Congrats!” or “Have a nice marriage!“s, from the strangers and staff in the lobby, on his way back out to Arthur’s car. And, boy, as soon as they were in the car, it was the waterworks.
Arthur leaned against Francis, sniffling and glaring up at him. "H-How dare you diminish me t-to tears in public..! You c-cheeky bastard..!”
France only laughed in response, and his fingers graced England’s hair. “You know, lapin, even if you had said no..”
Arthur looked up in curiousity, sniffling. “Mm..?”
Francis slowly grinned, looking down at him. “Your reaction was perfect~”
“Oh shut it! You’re a right pillock!” Arthur huffed, which lead to more laughter, and tickling, and kisses, and, thankfully, a happy marriage.
A happy marriage that blossomed from war and decay, into an airport induced proposal.
Summary: You are one of Hydra’s Winter Soldiers. You remember nothing of your past or who you even used to be. But that all changes when Bucky comes and rescues you. You both over time develop a close bond, but will it turn into something more? Or will your love kill you both.
Word Count:765 (sorry for it being so short :()
Warning: Whatever :/
A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy part 3! If so, tell me if you want to be tagged in future parts! Thank you! Love ya <3
Sunlight slipped through the window of your hospital room, cascading on your face. You groaned at the feeling of warmth on your skin, telling you it was morning. As soon as you opened your eyes, a massive headache flooded over you. You grimaced at the pain. You wanted to grip your skull to hope it might release the pressure, but you weren’t able to lift your arms. You looked down to see both of your wrists tied to the bed you were laying in. You noticed your ankles you tied as well, causing you to panic. You were captured. You were taken prisoner. You frantically yanked at the restraints, but it was no use. Suddenly the door to your room opened. The two men you encountered at the Hydra facility stood in front. You glared at them.
“What?” You sneered. “What do you want with me?!”
Steve looked at you with a sympathetic expression. “We want to help you.”
“Bull shit!” You laughed, glancing back at your restraints.
“What’s your name?”
“It’s-” You were about to answer him, but closed your mouth abruptly. You didn’t remember your name. It was on the tip of your tongue, but you still didn’t know what it was. Why had you forgotten it? You coughed, thinking of an excuse. “Why should I tell you. You kidnapped me.”
“We saved you.”
“No you didn’t. I didn’t need saving!” You spat. Bucky then stepped a little closer to you. You wanted to back away, but something told you that it would be okay.
Bucky sighed, “Listen, you were taken by Hydra. Experimented on. They brainwashed you so you could be a mindless soldier there to do there bidding.”
You couldn’t believe what the man was saying. “You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. Tell me, do you know where you were born? How old you are and what your mom’s name is? If you don’t, then please tell me the reason why.” You gulped at his words. You attempted to come up with an explanation, but everything he said made sense. You didn’t remember anything before Hydra and even those memories are a little hazy.
“Is what you’re telling true?”
“Then that means-” You gaped in horror at the realization. You were speechless. Your whole life was a lie. You were just there to do Hydra’s dirty work. Then, they would scramble your brain and you’d start all over again. You wanted to wipe away the tears that were starting to form in your eyes.
“I know what you’re going through. Trust me it get’s better.” Bucky hesitantly placed his hand on your shoulder. You flinched at his touch, giving him a troubled stare. After a couple of seconds, you relaxed at his touch. You could’ve sworn he was smiling at you just a teeny bit. You rolled your eyes, shaking the thought from your mind. “Now, think really hard. What is your name?”
You knitted your brow at the question, focusing all your energy into figuring out what your name was. You peered over at the man behind the former soldier, a man dressed in red, white, and blue. You recalled seeing a picture of him once before. That he was your target, your mission. You looked back at the long hair man, now sitting at your bed side. You didn’t know why, but him sitting there made you feel safe. Like you could trust him. But you didn’t want to trust him.
“I think my name is (y/f/n).” You muttered, not entirely sure of yourself.
He smiled, “Well, nice to meet you (y/f/n). I’m Bucky and this is Steve.”
“So, are you guys gonna help me get my memories back?” You quipped.
“We’re going to try to.” Steve stated, crossing his arms.
“Now, let’s get you out of these.” Bucky smirked, beginning to untie the restraint on your wrist.
“Thank you.” You paused. “Bucky.”
Bucky hid his blush, “No problem, Doll.”
“When you’re done, you can meet us in the room next door.” Steve commented, already heading to the door. “There’s some spare clothes on the chair right there if you want to change.”
“Okay, I will.” You said softly, rubbing your sore wrists.
Bucky too, was able to head out the door but stopped. “It’s gonna be fun learning more about you, (y/f/n).”
“I hope so.” You huffed, stretching your arms out over your head.
“See you in a few.” He patted the door frame before exiting your room, giving you some privacy.
You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face.
is the third album by band Wolves in the Throne Room. It was released in March 31.
Track one shares its name with the painting “Wanderer above the Sea of Fog” by Caspar David Friedrich.
can not find the words to describe how amazing this piece of work, Wolves in the Throne Room’s Black Cascade is one of the best modern examples of the raw, emotional power of black metal, and is highly recommended to BM fans.
When you opened your eyes, you expected to see the small explosions of gunfire that echoed from your dreams, but you were met with darkness. And deafening silence, save the pounding of your heart and your terrified panting. You’ve been having so many nightmares lately; it was ridiculous.
Your door opened abruptly, light cascading into your room, causing you to wince at the sudden disruption. “Y/N?” You heard a voice softly call, but was edged with concern. You recognized the voice as Balthazar’s; deep and rich with an accent you’ve never heard before, until now. The angel turned your light on, and when your eyes finally adjusted, you looked up at him. He was scanning your room, your body, every corner of the place, his eyes hard and brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” He demanded.
You blinked and sat up, your hands still shaking from the aftereffects of the nightmare. “What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong?’“ You asked. Surprised to find your voice soft and fragile, you squared your shoulders to look more confident than you felt.
Balthazar tilted his head and walked a few steps into your room. “I heard you scream. What’s going on?”
“I was screaming…?” You echoed, looking away. “Didn’t realize…”
“What the hell is going on, Y/N?” Balthazar urged, stepping closer. “I want to help.”
You were silent for a few moments before looking back up at the angel. His eyes instantly locked with yours, eager for an answer. “Nightmare.” You answered simply.
Balthazar’s eyes grew with understanding. “Ah.” He replied. “I see. Well, if you’re okay now…”
“Actually,” you interrupted, leaning forward. Suddenly, you were desperate to have some company. After multiple nights of dealing with your nightmares alone, you wanted some companionship. “could you maybe…stay? I’m just a little shaken up and-”
“Say no more.” Balthazar purred, coming and sitting on your bed. “I’ll stay as long as you want me here.”
(Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. It’s long, but I hope you enjoy it.)
awoke feeling refreshed for the first time in months. The sun cascaded in her
room, bathing it in light. A gentle breeze caressed the curtains flying in and
out of her windows. For a moment, she felt happy.
the reality paid her a frightening visit. She turned over in the bed to notice
Kai had gone.
resurrected the monster, slept with him, and then allowed him to leave her home
unsupervised. The havoc he could wreak upon the town – she didn’t want to think
She launched her naked body out of
bed, throwing on short robe she’d grabbed her from her dresser and then ran
set in quickly. Since she never disclosed her original plan for Kai, so no one
would be prepared if he showed up seeking revenge.
hit the bottom of the stairs with a loud thud only to see him standing in the
kitchen casually unpacking bags of groceries and clothes.
Dressed in a light blue t-shirt and
black jeans, the gorgeous killer looked quite comfortable in her house.
she took in a deep breath and calmly walked toward him.
“Where did you get
all this?” she asked.
“Are you sure you
want to know?”
“It depends: Did
anybody die during your little shopping spree?”
Kai paused for a
moment, as if he were considering her question.
“You have to think about it!” she said.
Kai laughed in
response as he continued to stock her shelves and the fridge.
“You know, the
first thing we need to do is get you a sense of humor. You are way too tense
for someone who got lucky last night … and this morning,” he smirked.
Bonnie shook her
head, and then pulled out a kitchen chair to sit down.
“Kai, listen –“
“Stop! Don’t you
dare feel guilty about it.”
“Yes you do,” he
retorted, “You’ve got that ‘I had sex with a bad guy so that makes me bad too’
look on your face. Stop it!”
She started to
speak, then considered his words. He wasn’t being mean. He was simply being
either,” he added, “You don’t have a anything to be sorry about. In fact, you
have a few things to be proud of – I mean, who would have thought between the
two of us, you’d be the biter?”
blushed as she headed to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. In an instant, she
felt Kai standing behind her. The heat returned, just as intense as it had been
the night before. Her heart raced. Her breath quickened. She had no control
over what he was doing to her, nor did she truly want control.
nerve on her skin came alive as he placed his hands on her hips. She felt his
warmth through the thin fabric of her robe. Her rational mind should have taken
hold, but she’d packed it away more than 12 hours ago when she first felt his
mouth on hers.
wondered how could she feel this way about someone who had been so horrible to
her? He’d shot her with a crossbow. He chased her. He choked her. He’d stabbed
her. He abandoned her in the prison world that drove her to the point of
He was evil. There
was no question about that.
She had no reason
to trust him, yet she allowed him to touch her in the most intimate ways.
She asked herself
if Kai had placed a spell on her. There had to be some mystical force behind her
attraction to him because her brain hated exactly what her body needed.
As far as her
heart … to hell with her heart. It wasn’t important and having one had never
served her in the past. She had sacrificed and died for those she loved and
called friend, and still she remained alone. She had no family. She had nothing
other than the cold reality of finally being given the gift of life - only to
have few reasons to live.
played the role of reliable Bonnie for far too long without doing anything for
herself. She’d lost so much – too much. She deserved something for herself;
even if that something was with Kai.
he said as he slipped his hands beneath her robe, touching her bare skin.
– not really,” she whimpered, leaning back into him.
If this is wrong, fuck wrong, Bonnie
thought. She deserved wrong! Being good all her life gotten her nowhere.
turned around and looked for something in his eyes. She didn’t have to seek out
his desire: it was there, yet something else dwelled behind that she could not
recognize. It was warmer and gentler than desire, but she pushed those thoughts
away. She wasn’t ready for him to mean anything more than being her own sexual
you going to stare at me, or are you gonna kiss me?” she asked him, in a sultry
eyebrows lifted in surprised at her boldness. He then untied her robe, opening
it up and drinking in her naked flesh. A satisfied smile broke across his face
before he spoke.
I do like staring at you,” Kai told her, scanning her curves with fond
He then leaned in
and kissed her softly as he took the pads of his thumbs and rubbed them gently
against her exposed nipples.
Bonnie moaned into
Kai’s mouth as she pulled his shirt out of his jeans and yanked him closer.
“This isn’t fair,”
she told him, tugging at his shirt.
Kai smiled, then
yanked it over his head before kissing her again. His hands caressed her
breasts, her back, her stomach. He appeared to be aching for her as much as she
had been for him.
She unbuttoned his
pants and they fell to the kitchen floor, where he kicked them off along with
his boxer briefs.
escaped Bonnie’s mouth and echoed against the kitchen walls as Kai kissed her
neck and dug his fingers into her hips so he could lift her onto the counter. She
needed him right then and there. Her heart thudded in her ears so loudly that
she couldn’t hear how much noise she made, yet she didn’t care at that point if
the neighbors were getting an earful.
A sudden knock on
the front door interrupted them. Kai swore, but didn’t move. Bonnie hoped the
intruder would go away when she didn’t answer, but she wasn’t that lucky.
called in her usual sweet, sing-song voice, “Are you in there?”
“I really, truly,
hate her,” Kai said, panting into Bonnie’s ear.
“Right now, so do
I,” she told him.
again as Bonnie retied her robe and headed to the door.
She ripped it open and glared at
her childhood friend.
said through gritted teeth.
was - worried,” Caroline stated as she looked Bonnie up and down.
I’m fine and I’m – busy,” Bonnie added, looking behind her as Kai made his way
to the living room sofa without Caroline’s detection.
with what?” asked Caroline.
rage was palpable. How dare Caroline assume that she had nothing to do on a
with a whole lot of ‘none of your damn business’,” Bonnie retorted.
gotten into you?” Caroline asked.
nothing because you’re still standing on my porch,” Bonnie snapped back, “I
“HE is none of
your business,” Bonnie said as she shoved her friend off the porch.
“Ok, fine – go
have fun with ‘Random mystery guy’,” she huffed, then turned around and headed
for her car.
Bonnie slammed the
door and growled as she turned around to see Kai watching her.
“She’s still out
there you know,” he told her.
“Yep. I can hear
her on the phone in her car,” he added, “She’s talking to Damon about you
suddenly becoming selfish.”
“You know I could
just –” Kai snapped his fingers.
snapping her neck Kai!” she begged him, even though she briefly considered
sure?” he smirked back at her.
– kind of sure,” she told him.
interruption did give Bonnie the realization that she was ignoring her hunger
for actual food. She took advantage of her momentary lapse into sanity to fill
later headed to the shower, allowing the day to fully sink in. She still had no
plans on how to move forward with her life knowing that Kai was destined to be
a part of it.
didn’t intend to develop feelings for him. She wanted his body and possibly his
protection. That was all.
readied herself for bed as she usually did: brushing her hair and applying
lotion. The knock on her bedroom door startled her. She didn’t if she’d ever get
used to someone being in the house with her.
opened the door to find Kai standing there fully dressed with his jacket on.
on,” he grabbed her hand, “I want to show you something.”
barely had time to put on a pair of yoga pants before he was leading her
outside into the cover of night.
they walked down the street, a car passed by. Kai placed his arm around Bonnie’s
shoulder and turned away from the headlights in an attempt to keep his face
hidden. For a brief moment, the sensation of walking down the street being held
by someone thrilled her.
Then she remembered
who it was, and her heart soon sank into her canvas shoes.
After a few minutes, they came upon
a large tree sitting cattycorner to one of her neighbor’s houses.
if someone sees you…sees us?” she asked.
pushed her against the tree pressing his forehead against hers.
just two lovers out for a midnight stroll,’ he whispered, kissing the tip of
her nose. She grabbed his open jacket and held it for a moment.
parted her lips slightly and sighed.
chose that moment to kiss her; holding her waist firmly as if he feared she’d
run away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. It wasn’t
about sex, just longing. She needed to feel like someone on earth loved her:
even if it was a lie.
reluctantly pulled back.
“It’s kind of a
shame: in another life, this moment would have been romantic,” she told him.
wounded expression was obvious, but he shifted gears quickly.
he whispered in her ear.
he added, “The night. What do you hear?”
don’t have vamp hearing, Kai. I can’t hear what you can,” she told him.
anyway, go on,” he urged.
closed her eyes and listened to her neighborhood noises. She heard the buzzing
of insects, the sounds of a few cars passing on the street, and a few
am I listening for,” she asked.
opened her eyes.
dream jumping?” she asked.
one: listen – not to the outside world,” he said, turning her around to face
darkened house and touching her chest lightly, “Hear the rhythm of your
heartbeat – feel it. Get used to it. Memorize it.”
did as instructed. She focused on her heart. It was beating faster than normal
due to his closeness, but she finally steadied it to a nice, comfortable pace.
I want you to focus on that house over here – who is it?” he asked her.
pointed to a white A-frame home that sat across the street.
“Mr. and Mrs.
“Do you know them
“I guess,” she
answered, “They used to babysit me when I was little.”
“Good, so listen,”
“I can’t do that,”
“Yes you can,” he
told her, lifting her shirt and touching her waist with his bare hands.
Bonnie channeled Kai’s
magic, feeling it flow through her with intense heat. She listened. In a few
seconds, she had it. She actually heard her neighbors from across the street.
They were sleeping. She listened to Mrs. Danbury’s breathing.
heartbeat to hers. Match your breathing to hers,” he continued, “You have to be
in sync to do it.”
Bonnie tried. She
soon found the woman’s rhythm and matched hers to it.
“Now, listen go
inside her mind. See it. Picture it. What is she dreaming about?”
Bonnie saw her
middle-aged neighbor asleep in her bed. Mrs. Danbury wore a set of foam curlers
in her hair and was wrapped in a light blue quilt. She focused her mind –
seeing past the woman’s curlers, past the hair, past the skin. She opened up
her mind and the vision of a young child running at her appeared.
Shocked at her
success, Bonnie quickly pulled herself out of Mrs. Danbury’s mind.
She shook her
“That was –“ she
“Freaky? Yeah. It
usually is the first time you do it,” he said, “Come on. That was good for your
first try. Now let’s head back to the house.”
closely next to Kai, his warmth gave her a strange comfort. His presence in her
life brought a sense of peace that was ironic since he had brought her so much
destruction in his previous existence.
She allowed him to
get a few paces in front of her before he turned around.
“What’s wrong? You’re
not going to stab me in the back again, are you?”
by his suggestion, she took a deep breath before answering.
“I didn’t plan on
it, but I could bust a blood vessel or two in your brain if you don’t behave,”
“Ouch,” he said,
walking backwards with a cockiness that was both annoying and seductive at the
“Sorry, just being
cautious. You understand?”
“I do,” he told
suddenly and Bonnie walked into his chest.
“If you want me
to, I could lie and tell you I’m not evil. That I don’t think about killing.
But the truth is I do. I still feel it – that urge inside of me,” he confessed.
“So why don’t you
just give into it?” she asked, her brow furrowing, awaiting some snide answer.
didn’t help me come back just so I could go back to the way I was,” he said.
Bonnie looked down
at her shoes, then back up into his eyes.
“Fair enough,” she
added, walking past him toward the house. A part of her wished his change in
manner had to do with her.
He caught up with
her on the porch as she placed her key in the door.
Kai reached for
her hand and turned her around. Cupping her face in his hands, he spoke softly
“I know deep down you
hate me. I’m not asking you to stop. Just let me –“ he started, but didn’t
The whistle of
something slicing through the night air pierced her ears. His movement was
faster than she’d ever seen from any other vampire. He grabbed the arrow being
fired at him, and stood protectively in front of Bonnie.
Two Heretics stood
on the street in front of Bonnie’s house. One, a woman clad on all black, held
a crossbow in her hands, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She smiled as
if she didn’t expect to hit Kai; just get his undivided attention.
The other, a man
with white hair, wearing a leather trench coat, lifted his hand as the wind
whipped violently in the trees along the street.
Bonnie saw Kai’s
eyes darken as he turned to her, his vampire veins showing. His voice entered
into a low timbre.
“Get in the house,
Bonnie!” he yelled, “Now!”
Bonnie shook her
“Let me help,” she
“I mean it! Cast a
spell on the house so no one can get in,” he said, not wanting to take no for
“I am not leaving
you out here!” she told him, shocked at her own protectiveness of a man who
nearly let her die several months earlier.
Kai’s scowl at her
defiance was brief, but powerful.
conceded, turning to face their attackers, “Not to be sexist, but if you don’t
mind taking out the girl.”
Bonnie told him.
They stood back to
back, channeling each others magic as the heretics attempted to rush the house.
The woman in black
launched another arrow toward Bonnie, who reversed its course, sending it back
to the heretic so it impaled her in the neck. She then used her magic to send part
of a picket fence through other woman’s chest.
The woman fell to
the ground, then disintegrated into dust.
Kai flew at the
male heretic, knocking them both down. They landed blow after blow against one
another; with neither gaining the upper hand. Kai wrapped hands around the
other heretic’s throat, and squeezed. The heretic raised his hand, using magic
to throw Kai across the yard and into a tree.
Kai landed hard,
sending bark flying in all directions. Then he vanished. For a moment Bonnie
thought he’d abandoned her – again.
Anger settled into
her soul as the male heretic stood to face her.
“Looks like it’s
just you and me,” the man said, “Can’t wait to kill the last Bennett witch.”
Feeling the power
of every one of her ancestors running through her veins, Bonnie readied herself
At that moment, Kai
reappeared behind the heretic.
“Not my Bennett
witch!” Kai said, ripping the head off the heretic’s shoulders.
She tried to level the emotions she was feeling: anger, fear, pride.
“Damn, that did
feel good,” Kai added with a wicked grin.
The scene playing
out in front of her was eerily familiar.
before, Kai had taken her to the brink of death and watched as she laid gasping
for air among the others he’d sent to their deaths.
How could she
forgive someone like that? How had she forgotten what he’d done to her?
She turned to him,
feeling the rage and guilt build within her like a storm. Kai’s smile
dissipated instantly once he noticed her expression. He looked down at the dead
heretic, then back at Bonnie.
As if he could
read her mind, he took a step toward her, then fell to his knees in agony.
Bonnie used her magic to shoot pain through his body.
“Bon, what the
hell are you doing?” he said, straining against the agony to get the words out.
“I have every
reason to hate you Kai,” she told him, walking toward him as he writhed on the
“Ahh. I know,” he said,
looking up at her.
“So, give me a
reason – damn it. One reason why I shouldn’t,” Bonnie yelled, releasing him
from her spell.
breathing slowed, and he finally stood to face her.
“You know the
answer to that question, you just don’t want to admit it,” he said calmly.
hard. She didn’t want him to say it. It would be too strange coming from his
lips. She backed away from him; not in fear, but in disbelief. There was no
reason for him to care about her. There was no reason for him to want to keep
He’d done so much
to call himself her enemy.
“You don’t,” she
told him, shaking her head as the words spilling out of her.
“Look, we don’t
have time to fight about this,” he said, wiping some dirt from her face, “They
know I’m back and they know you’re here. We need to go.”
then headed into the house to pack.
Bonnie tossed a
suitcase and duffel bag into the back seat of her car, leaving Kai in the house
to pack up some food for the trip. They were going to stop by the Witch Mansion
on their way out of town, then head to her father’s old apartment in the
She didn’t notice
him walking up behind her, but she wasn’t afraid. He wrapped his arms around
her waist and kissed her ear before he spoke.
“So who’s the
mystery guy you’ve been screwing around with?”
On instinct, Bonnie
spun around and kneed him in the groin, sending him back three feet from where
she was standing. She was able to get a good look at him before she answered.
“Damon, what the
hell are you doing here?” she demanded.
“Checking in on
you, that’s all,” he added, “You don’t call. You don’t visit.”
“I’m sorry,” she
said sarcastically, “I didn’t know I was obligated to check in with you.”
“You’re not – Just
showing a little friendly concern for the woman Elena sacrificed 60 years of
her life for,” he retorted in his usual snide manner.
nothing but rage at Damon’s millionth attempt at a guilt trip. After all she had sacrificed for the good of
the Salvatores and the Gilberts, he had no right to try laying yet another guilt
trip on her.
“Damon, it’s none
of your business,” she told him.
“He must be pretty
important for you to just run off with the guy just when we need you the most,”
“ ‘We need you?’ –
Good God Damon, you’d think that was my last name: Bonnie ‘We Need You’,” she
huffed, “Just when I thought I’d left my prison world.”
Bonnie turned her
back on him and headed to the driver’s side door to toss in her purse.
Damon used vampire
speed to pull her away from the car, slam the door and pin her shoulders
against the vehicle. His face was so close to hers, the heat of his breath
burned her face.
noticed the desperate expression on his face. It wasn’t anger. It was fear.
She’d never seen Damon frightened. She’d seen just about every other emotion
cross his face, but never desperation.
He loosened the grip he had on her
shoulders, then looked down at her.
on Bon Bon. I need you,” he said.
what? A spell. My blood. Please tell me, since apparently I’m your full
service, 24-hour, witch pharmacy,” she shouted back at him.
stroked her left cheek and took another step toward her.
don’t need a spell, Bon,” Damon said, “I actually miss you being around, and I want
to meet the new guy taking you away.”
watched as Damon’s body was ripped away from her and flew against the back
porch. The back window shattered as the gutter fell on his head.
She could feel vampire level
testosterone irradiating off of both of them.
shook his head to clear his vision before staring up at his attacker.
Kai stood in front of him, then
knelt down to eye level.
the new guy,” Kai stated casually, “And you should try harder to keep your
hands to yourself.”
Damon’s look of
shock would have been humorous in any other situation, but there was nothing
funny about the fact that the last time the two men faced each other, death
“How the hell are
you here?!” Damon choked out, “Last time I saw you, you looked like the
headless horseman without the damned horse.”
Bonnie knew Damon
was buying time and gathering his strength before lopping Kai’s head off a
second time. She couldn’t bear seeing that again. She couldn’t handle losing
either of them. For one brief, ironic moment, she felt as Elena must have when
her friend was torn between Stefan and Damon.
sprinted toward them, pulling Kai backward.
hurt him,” she begged.
promise I won’t hurt a hair on his pretty little head,” Kai smirked.
serious,” Bonnie insisted.
he conceded, “I promise I won’t remove his pretty little head either.”
she glared at him.
stood up and walked toward Bonnie and Kai.
stood between them.
– No!” she warned.
brought him back?! Why the hell did you do that?“ Damon yelled.
Bennett witches brought me back,” Kai pointed out.
are you doing with Bonnie,” Damon demanded.
full of questions aren’t we?” Kai joked.
turned to Bonnie.
is wrong with you?! Why would you go anywhere with this psychopath?” he asked.
leaving town before the Heretics and your mother decide to attack again,”
Bonnie told him.
want to run: Go for it. Not with him. He doesn’t deserve to breathe. He sure as
shit doesn’t deserve you,” said Damon.
who does? Tell me Damon: Who’s still alive to give a damn about me? I guess you
can’t answer that question because my grams, my father, my mother, they’re all
gone either dead or gone because of all of you!”
believe the words escaping her lips, but they were harsh truths that somehow
found their way to the surface.
launched himself at Kai, smashing him against the Bonnie’s car.
not taking her,” Damon threatened.
don’t think you have a say,” Kai bit back.
I don’t think you have a right to touch her,” Damon answered.
drew in a deep breath and Bonnie waited for the fight to start. It didn’t.
love her Damon,” Kai said, and then turned to Bonnie, “Not quite how I wanted
to put it out there, but…since the cat is out of the proverbial bag.”
stood shocked into silence. Her mouth hung open and tears began to fill her
eyes. She didn’t expect to hear it from anyone, much less Kai. How could he
feel that way after all he’d done?
anger exploded. He grabbed Kai by the throat.
you ever say that about her. You don’t know the meaning of the fucking word,”
I do. I looked it up. Internet. Very helpful,” Kai bantered back. His mood
shifted once he looked at Bonnie.
him go Damon!” Bonnie shouted.
don’t leave with him,” Damon begged.
rather be with someone that loves me than people who use me,” she insisted, “I
don’t have a reason to stay.”
waited before responding.
Tell this douchebag to break the spell with you and Elena,” Damon screamed.
can’t!” Kai answered.
hell you can’t,” Damon pulled out a sharp piece of wood he was hiding, “You’re
gonna tell me now you little bastard, or I’ll kill your ass again,” said Damon.
appeared indifferent to Damon’s threat. He looked down at the makeshift stake,
then back at Damon.
don’t get it do you. Fine. I’ll dumb it down,” Kai started, “Some spells are
bound by the witch that casts them; meaning if that witch dies, the spell is
why didn’t Elena wake up when I killed you?” Damon asked.
the linking spell was never bound to me, Damon,” Kai said casually, ‘The
Bennett witches made sure of that.”
who? Who do I have to kill to break the spell without Bonnie or Elena dying?” Damon asked.