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One way or another

"One way, or another.. I'm gonna find you, I'm gonna get you.."

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Chapter 1: There you are

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It was cold outside. Dark.

Damon could feel how the atmosphere of the world had changed ever since the night it all went down. Or, well, everyone could feel how the darkness was taking over the light. The sun was not the same anymore, it felt colder. The birds had calmed down and were no longer singing, even though now was the season to sing. Not that it bothered anyone, they were annoying and frankly gave everyone a pretty bad morning- headache. Even the plants were.. darker. More angsty. The forest was even more scary to walk through at night, and many feared the graveyard, with good reasons.

Everything had changed since the night it all went down. Since the heretic vampires came out after serving their sentence for more than a hundred of years, since the Gemini coven died out brutally. Since... Elena fell into the thing he would personally call "Peace of Hell".

And, most importantly, since he had killed the man that was the main reason for why it all had happened in the first place. The psychopath. The man that had destroyed everyones life. The man that had taken her...

The moment of happiness over a small victory did not last for long, though. They knew it would not. In Mystic Falls victory had always been just a break before the real apocalypse broke out. Other problems still existed, and it seemed like they would never get rid of them. The heretic vampires had done their wreck on Mystic Falls and had turned it into a city in which it was possible to film the next zombie apocalypse movie. Alaric had gone into a deep trance at the Grill, which was devastating to all of them, especially Damon who was supposed to be there and support. But unfortunately, and at the same time predictably, he had lost his second love to the supernatural. And this time, together with his child. Children.

Stefan and Caroline were also an endless drama, and many of the crew had left Mystic Falls. This time, for good.

But that was not the main thing for why it was dark. For why the happiness was over as quick as they had flicked at it with the tip of their tongue. There was another reason, another darkness, that they thought had returned but it had never disappeared...

A dark figure dressed in not more than a leather jacket and a black dress sneaked on the road, making its way down to the Salvatore boarding house. The meagre hips swayed elegantly from side to side as she had reached the front porch, breaking the door open with a displayed swoosh of air caused by her hand making its way through the air.

But just before she was about to walk in, someone grabbed her hand. Abruptly, she whipped her head around with a glare. Just when she was about to motus the shit out of the creature, she was looking into a pair of icy-blue eyes.

"Damon," she breathed out, relieved. "Don't sneak up on me. I was about to bash your skull in with a forceful spell that would send you all the way to the treeline and leave you hanging."

He side-smirked and chuckled a bit, then looked on the half-way opened door, nodding towards it. "Is he...?"

"I don't know yet. That is what I am about to find out," she sighed, looking in as well.

It made her feel sick. She could actually feel the contents of her stomach and insides churn as she contemplated just how close he was. Again. Just a wall between them. A wall and a door between them and the Devil himself.

Bonnie sucked in a short gasp and looked back at Damon. "I will regret walking in once I do. The spell works both ways. Remember?"

"Bonnie..." Damon said, looking at her with a sad smile and glancy eyes. "I would never ask you to do this, unless it was our only way to get Elena back. You know that. But sixty years is-"

"My lifetime," she nodded sternly. "I am aware of that. More than so."

He swallowed and let go of her hand slowly, following her one more step until she was standing by the invisible border of freedom and prison. She turned around to look at him over her shoulder.

"Remember to warn the others. Do not pass the doorstep at any costs, unless you want to end up never getting out," Bonnie nearly whispered, sighing. She held around herself as the chilly night-breeze was lurking up under her clothing, tip-toeing from one foot to the other. "I am not putting the wards down for anyone. Once you get in, I won't let anyone out. So keep your distance. We don't need more people than absolutely necessary in there. For now, one is enough."

The vampire nodded, tensing his jaw. A sceptic look came across his eyes. "Is it too late to re-consider this? Like, talk it through once more? We still have time. I could stop the clock tower and give us eternity! I don't really want you-"

"I am the one making that decision for me! I am not doing this for you, or Stefan, or Matt. Or Caroline. Hell, not even for Jeremy!" she hissed, narrowing her eyes as she spoke. "For ONCE, I am doing something for me, Damon. You hear that?! For me. And Elena."

He was about to say something, but before he could she had passed the doorstep with her one foot, inhaling a deep breath. Her eyes darted nervously around the entrance, from one corridor to the other.

"Bonnie...?" he said unsure, raspy.

The Bennett witch spun around to face him and offered him a brief smile.

"I will get her out, Damon. And once I do, everything will go back to where things were supposed to be. Back to the wedding. Back to where the chaos never begun."

With these words, she nodded to him a last time, reassuringly, closing the door with a brief sway of her hand. Bonnie inhaled again as she spun to face the living room, seeing a dark-clothed figure stand by the fireplace, with the arms folded right in front of its face, thoughtfully. The dark fabrics absorbed the light that came from the fireplace, and the dark coat showed no mercy for the pale skin.

Bonnie curled her lip as she prepared herself for what was about to come. A glare declared war on her face, until a flawless, small grin replaced her facial features. A grin of victory. Of pride. But most of all: hate. It was full of it. The anger. The frustration. The hate.

Tilting her head to the side, she finally spoke. "There you are, Kai."

There was a moment of absolute silence, until the wizard in front of her had turned around slowly. Like an animal who turned around to hunt down its victim, no mercy, no remorse.

There was a signature grin occupying his expression, she soon noticed. A grin, showing a perfect row of ivory-white teeth. The damned grin glued to his face made her want to vomit. It made her stomach wrench and twitch as if he had stabbed her all over again. And yes, she would always remember that day, seeing as each time she would look into the mirror, she saw it. The mark. How he had marked her. She clenched her hands and gritted her teeth as she took an admonitory step towards him.

"Well, apparently you already expected me to be here. If you did not, you would not have sat up the damned wards, and I would no longer-"

"How did you do it?" she simply asked him.

"Do what?"

"Escaped," the witch shrugged, now walking closer. She crossed her arms and eyed him with a pinched-eye look. "Avoided death. Or, rather, faked it. If Damon chopped your head off, you would not be standing here right now, would you?"

"Ah. That," Kai answered, pointing a finger in the air as if to state a point. "See, there is this thing called illusions, cloaking spells... Pretty useful stuff considering how he put on the show. All that 'I am sorry, Bonnie' thing. Very convincing. He must have taken many drama classes. Am I right, or am I right?"

The new heretic started laughing, leaning his hands on his knees as he did so. He looked up at her as he finally stopped, but the grin was still there. Yep. Definitely. Annoying grin, crazy gaze.

"Wait, you did not honestly think that this was the way Kai Parker died, did you?" he asked. "You did not honestly think that I would just stand there and wait until I got my head chopped off? Like, I mean, I tried the guillotine once voluntarily, but-"

"Motus."

His body flew across the room and met the cool, unbreakable wall of the fireplace, falling down right beside it like a limb ragdoll. At first, he groaned as his shoulder blade broke back into place, but then he started laughing. Again. Like the time she had provided him with a tremendous headache and the man did not even show any sign of pain.

This annoyed her even more. His ability to cooperate with pain. Like pain was something he was used to.

Kai looked at her and wiped at the blood that had appeared on his chin, the scar healing. "Now that was unexpected."

The Bennett witch walked downstairs and sat down into the couch, still eyeing him as if she was trying to find a thousand ways of killing him. He stood up and brushed off the dust from his black coat, before he vampire speeded over to the door.

Little did he know that he was met by the magic boarder. Again. He spun around to look at the witch with what now seemed as a sarcastic smile and started clapping. First slow, then it became more frequent.

"Bravo. BRAVO!" he said, shaking his head in fake impression. "You got me there. Really. I especially liked the part when-"

Bonnie threw her hand up in the air and hissed through her clenched teeth. "MOTUS!"

Of course Kai had managed to break the spell like the sly Devil that he was, and had pulled out his knife. The bloody knife from the wedding, and was now making a high pitched sound in the room with a superior expression, watching her grab her head with both her hands as she writhed in pain on the couch, satisfied by the pain it was causing her.

He stopped shortly after, though, and sighed deeply as he hid the knife back into his coat. "Alright. I am sensing an incredibly... boring lecture of what a 'bad boy' I have been, that I must pay for my horrendous actions, and apparently you have a punishment ready in form of doing all the chop-chop thing on my head again. Or something like that. Am I right?"

"Almost," Bonnie smirked, leaning back into the couch as she studied him, poisoning him with her gaze. "Let's get straight to the point, shall we? I am not in the mood for small-talking with you."

Kai looked around in the room as if sensing if there was anyone else there. After a scan with his eyes he walked over to sit on the couch on the opposite side of her, lifting his chin to signalize his full attention.

"We need you to break the link," Bonnie simply said, narrowing her eyes. "We need you to undo whatever stupid spell you cast on us."

God. She could not bear the sight of him. Not anymore. Each second spent with him in her periphery was like a piercing knife in the stomach. The hate was all consuming. Her blood boiled, the sounds became hushed as the only thing she heard and felt was how her heart beated in her eardrums, and her muscles had never tensed this much. Not even with Klaus.

"And of which interest is that to me, exactly?" he lifted an eyebrow as he nibbled at his inner cheek. "I don't seem to bawl my eyes out at night because crazypants is missing. So I obviously do not see the 'big picture' here."

"Seeing as you caused this mess, you are to clean it," the witch shrugged, curling her lip in wreath. "How come that every time you are around, things go wrong? Was it not you telling me how you 'changed'? How, and I quote, 'guilt keeps you up at night'?"

He unleashed a small chuckles, then cupped his face with his hands. "Well, bon, that obviously changed when you chose to be all noble and brave and trapped me to study and do science on the northern lights."

She gave him a deathly glare. "You were never supposed to get out of the 1994 prison world in the first place. The place was your prison. I did my duty to the Gemini by trapping you again. But you are a smart, little parasite aren't you? You found a way."

Kai furrowed his eyebrows as he pretended to be busy with studying his nails, occasionally biting at them. Bonnie was currently struggling to fight against the urge not to send him flying out of the building or choke him down slowly and extremely painfully like he had done to her at the wedding, but she somehow still managed. It was a personality trait acquired through her patient nature.

"So, again, to the point," Kai broke in. "What am I doing here?"

"Let's say this is... a new prison world. Only not a world, a lot of less. A house, more precisely," she said, lifting her chin in victory. "I will not let you out of this prison until you find a way to undo the linking spell between me and Elena."

He pouted and nodded slowly.

"How long we will keep you here, depends on if you are a quick worker or you will keep on being a bitch..." she stated, lifting her eyebrows to state her point.

He presses his lips together, thinking. And a thinking Kai was a dangerous Kai.

"Oh," he finally said. "Well, what if I refuse, then? I mean, why the Hell would I do a spell just to break it? This, Bon, is a punishment for your actions-"

"Listen to me," she booms, giving him an aneurysm. He quickly grabs his head to cover for the ear-piercing sounds and groans, falling down onto the couch. "You will help us, Kai. If not, you will wish it was you getting your head chopped off and not your illusion."

Stopping the spell she goes to him and pulls him up by his shirt, giving him a deathly glare. He swallowed as he looked at her but then apparently her enraged look was amusing to him, as he started laughing.

"Mot-"

She snapped his neck forcefully before he could perform the spell and watched him fall with a non-emotional look. Just knowing that he will soon wake up again made her body covered in goosebumps of hate. Loathe.

And the worst part of it all was: she had no choice but to cope with it. To make him suffer until he gave in.

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