A/N: I'm aiming to keep the character relationships canon to the show. However, I will not go into the whole Cade and Sybil storyline. I personally found them to be boring and a cop out excuse to create pointless drama. A lot of unnecessary people died for shock value. That whole season was just a mess. I could go on...Anyways, your opinions are welcome. Thanks.

Pick Your Poison

Her eyes are blinded by intense white light. She takes one step forward, gravity suddenly takes its toll and both legs give out from under. She falls onto what feels like cold concrete. Her migraine is prominent and vision strained causing her to see double. The after effects of a swift siphon attack burns her left wrist.

Once the specs of white light start to disappear, it takes her a moment to realize the sky is nightfall and she in Mystic Falls Town Center. Across the distance is the historical building clock tower glowing in the midst of the deep blue night. Her orbs strain to read the grandeur time dials from afar (2:37AM).

The audition of her hearing is late, it phases when the sound of her cell phone starts ringing. She frantically begins searching her waist-length leather coat. She turns all her pockets inside out to find nothing, not even her freaking wallet.

"Looking for this?!" an audible come-hither tone sounds off.

Her body swivels to what's lurking behind her upon hearing the voice that's cross between a high-low baritone pitch. His stupid beautiful deep voice aggravates her to the bone.

Kai is standing cockily holding her buzzing black android device. He's unaffected by the portal jump because he stands able bodied and tall, feet routed in open stance.

She thinks he did a one over on her to make her lose her balance. She was no newbie to time transporting, so the low blow pisses her off.

Bonnie sports a mean mug in return, palming her temple's side to clear the muddle of haze.

Kai glares at the illuminated device with malice like he's ready to crush the electronic piece to bits in his very hands.

"Want to know who's calling?!" He asks with a vaguely cocked head and narrow blue-grey eyes.

She squints her own, but her lenses can't make out the name on display as he shows her. He stands a shy three feet away then takes it upon himself to answer the phone as if he's her personal assistant.

"Bonnie's phone?" Kai says casually. He does a momentary pause. "Damon! So good to hear from you."

She feels an instant relief at the sound of hearing his name. The thought eludes to hope that he and the others were searching for her.

The Heretic distinctly remembers the older Salvatore brown nosing in hopes that he would be willing to let bygones be just that.

He played with idea of waking the brunette sleeping beauty, then let the thought callously slip his mind because the memory of his decapitated head rolling around like a bowling ball at the wedding alter is all too fresh in his memory.

Bonnie can only hear what sounds like Damon yelling on the other side of the phone, but most of it sounds inaudible. She crawls onto her hands and knees attempting to stand, but the bad case of whip lash had yet to pass.

Kai levels his head to glare at her, "Bon can't talk right now. She's a little busy," he says with a merry dark smile.

Kai folksy nods his head and motions his digits in a blah, blah, blah gesture for Damon is most likely hurling his best threats and every curse word in the book.

Bonnie throws a hand up. "Oculus!" she chants. As swift as the magic leaves her body, the Heretic vamps to the side just so and the powers that be misses him.

Kai nods with boredom, Damon is so long winded. He demands to know what happened to Bonnie and of course the Heretic pretends to be nebulous about the whole ordeal. "Gosh this conversation has been enlightening! Truly," he says, his acting is stellar and vibes that he could give less than two-shits. "As much as I'd like to play catch up. The Bonster and I have some unfinished business. So if you don't mind."—Click. His index finger is precise in abruptly ending the phone call.

Kai decisively holds the phone outward. "Phesmatos Incedia," he lets the chant roll off his tongue and the android device burns to bits in his hand. He barely grunts at the flames that sting the palm of his open hand, for his threshold for pain had grown to inane levels of tolerance. He insignificantly drops the ruined melting device. "I'm starting to think you are no longer the brains of the operation here," he utters dryly while surveying Mystic Falls court. "Thanks to me, I brought us back home."

Bonnie is royally peeved, finally she manages to make it on one knee. "Good," she shrugs in so-can-do style. "Then you won't mind if I get a little pay back for the vertigo." She concentrates with low-lidded eyes and within seconds the adjacent closed shop's glass pane window rumbles.

Fragments of glass shatter, but before they can fall to the ground. She leers at Kai with wrinkled eyebrows and the glass shards come rushing at his body in full force next to where he stands.

The burst makes him shudder. Yet he appears indomitable and unmoved by the discards that protrude his skin. Several shards encase one half of his now disfigured face and he's oozing vile dark blood.

His own expression turns aloof, eyelids shut, and he shifts focus to make the glass shards exit his skin and fall to the concrete. The open puncture wounds close in seconds and he's as good as new.

His eyes pop open, glassy and red. He takes a hard amused grunt, like he had been withholding deep breath. "How messy of you," he scolds. "That was a nice little trick, but I think you can do a little better than that Bon," his eyes cinch in mocking. This was his game, violence only fueled what he believed to be an open field day.

And like an epiphany, it hits her that fighting by his rules didn't seem to work in her favor. Once again, the poignant question goes knocking around in her head as to whether his humanity is indeed off. Or would it really make a difference considering that he went from neutral to psycho within the span of seconds?

Bonnie now stands upright, the Heretic at odds with her and waiting for her next move. A trickle of liquid falls from her right nostril, she catches it before it hits her lip. She pulls her hand back to see a small droplet of bright red blood staining her delicate fingertips. She's exhausted herself within the last half-hour to only be running on fumes.

Kai is transfixed on the sight of small blood. His fangs drop without hinderance and he's unaware of the primal instinct that seems to be taking over. He starts to heave like an animal preparing to pounce on its prey.

Does he care? He's not quite sure. The whiff of her sweet blood hits his nostrils like the scent of a strong fresh fragrant rose.

Every human had their own taste, her blood type seemed to be the perfect match to satiate his appetite. It's what kept him awake at night. He recalls gorging on others to rid the addictive taste, but it only further fueled his hunger.

He shuts his eyes tight and the black blood veins filter his cheeks and jawline. "Bon run," he utters with warning.

The shrivel in his tone makes him appear salvageable because the statement almost sounded like an extension of mercy. She's determined to see this through and it may be unwise on her part because she doesn't react or move one bit. Or maybe she's just sick and tired of running from her emotionally unstable stalker.

"I said run!" Kai shouts, voice so guttural this time that it makes her body jolt.

Bonnie chooses to remain unmoved, planting herself firm and puts on a brave face. Or at least she tells herself that because it's her greatest defense mechanism. To stare death in the eye and play a game of Russian roulette with the grim reaper.

Her hands crazily shake at the crossroad. Just when she extends her palm to blare a heat of magic in quick defense, Kai vamp speeds thrusting her by the shoulders into the neighboring shop wall.

She loses her breath for a second. She's not sure whether to accept the enviable and invite double jeopardy. She tells herself, this must be life dealing with a newbie vampire/hybrid witch that has barely had a chance to learn the ropes and control his thirst let alone his abandonment issues.

It's not surrender Bonnie tells herself, she desperately needs to throw his guard off because Kai is towering over her. Mouth parted, panting uncontrollably.

She growls back with her chin held high, whilst his fingertips squeeze her arms to never-ending. "Do it! You're so hard up on winning and proving you're so powerful. Then drain me dry!" Her gut drops, she swallows what's left in her throat for wishing death so freely.

Kai licks his lips while staring down at her neck's blood pumping artery. The thumping is like watching a 3D movie and it takes everything in his being to keep himself from feasting. "In what stretch of the imagination do you think I fucking care? I might kill you. Is that what you want?" his tone is untamed and out of control because he gives her one good shake and a jostling dark smile that is mixed with an agonizing hatred. "I will kill you," he tensely whispers, eyes looking into both her enlarged green ones.

Bonnie heaves from the adrenaline. "Maybe you will this time," she murmurs loud enough to provoke Kai to feel a slow realization that he just my regret the forfeit of his impulsivity. "Do it you coward," she whispers back, her tone is too serene for his liking.

Seconds go by and the respite makes her recklessly pull the collar of her shirt downward to showcase her bare clavicle to further taunt him.

Kai frowns with a rocking head that makes him shift from livid to passive. "Bon-n-nnie," he heaves quietly with a dry mouth and aching gums.

She doesn't break his eye contact. His withdrawal from her bold threat makes him feel alleviated to stop. The Heretic's black as tar pupils are dilated as if he had just shot up a vile of heroine, his greed for fresh blood knows no bounds.

His moment of pause makes her wonder if it's clemency that pegs him. The vampire's indecisiveness turns to a misery she hadn't foreseen and it makes her feelings for him bombshell.

Bonnie instinctively reaches out, slow at first. Kai pulls his head back to gawk at her intrusive hand by surprise until her soft fingertips graze the edge of his jawline. They're back in full circle, face-to-face unable to escape the trapping of their unequivocal bond.

She squeezes his jaw with a fury so raw that it makes him crack a hard grin. "I said bite me!" Bonnie abodes firmly, emerald green eyes wide and testing his definitive.

Kai's Adams Apple swells to swallow, skin pale as a ghost in contrast to her honey-mocha toned complexion. He's on the verge of spilling something, but she can't tell where his mind is roaming in that violent head of his. His pink lips vie and part, but he doesn't say anything.

And a small part of the Bennett witch clandestinely wishes Malachai Parker was still an arrogant boyish warlock, instead of this irredeemable dead leviathan whose soul is forever tainted from purgatory and emotional torment.

The frosty air around them is thin and cold, leaving their warm breathes to mingle. The couple stand under a yellow flickering street light that gives them enough eye-sight to capture their telling expressions.

Bonnie's thoughts veer off. She feels compelled to brush her lips against his because it could put out the flames or just start a blaring explosion. He needs a push and she wants to propel it for reasons she cannot explain.

She gradually guides her chin upwards as if not to rile the caged beast. "You're not going to do it. Are you?" she says while searching both his blackened orbs, daring him once more as last testament.

Kai holds his head leveled, cold eyes looking downward. His stance is frozen and cryptic to see a woman of small stature with such bravado. He refrains from breaking into a hard smile.

Bonnie lips are millimeters from his and she locks his stoic gaze. The heed is not intimate at all. However, she is vulnerable and offering up a more than crystalline gesture that challenges him. Her manicured nails still hook the collar of her pulled shirt exhibiting her bare skin.

She radiates a comforting warmth that only a living body can generate, and Kai misses that feeling. The privilege to be alive. The contribution of her resting body is the mere fragility which now causes him to feel regret. Not for leaving a wake of dead bodies in his path, but the consequences of his past actions that turned him into a soulless creature of the night.

Kai adamantly takes a step back in his disturbing silence. Then the dash is quick within the blink of an eye.

Now she unexpectedly finds herself unaccompanied on a dark and lonely street.

Bonnie takes a good look at her empty surroundings. She can't recall the last passing car with flashing headlights before wondering what the hell just happened.

She glances in both directions of the deserted street until seconds of waiting turns to minutes. A sigh of relief escapes her, but that falls short when she realizes there's no one to call for help and walking was her only option.

She leaves the comfort of the glowing street light until descending into darkness. Grams comes to mind. The sting of pain hits her center and she wants to wail because her grandmother doesn't exist in the reality which they belong. It hurts to know she can only visit a shallow grave and talk to a granite tombstone for comfort. And Enzo is just another dead corpse. She thinks of his stored ashes, body burned along with an array of Hydrangeas and Delphinium flowers at the makeshift funeral her mother prepared.

Damon Salvatore is the next thought. His existence makes her feel robbed of life. He's her family now, she tells herself that whether she wants to believe it or not.

Bonnie wants to hate his stupid smug face and bright blue eyes because he's latching on her tit for what? To play keep sake while waiting for the love of his life to wake from her coma? All jump started at the whims to be watch dog warden to a trapped 90s psycho prisoner. And if she could replace that hate with something more palpable, then she'd do it in a heartbeat. Not like before, where she let her need for revenge blind-side her better judgments.

Bonnie stops short when a gust of chilling wind brushes her back hairs over her front shoulders. Another safe haven light surveys just ahead at the street corner in the direction of home, but the mood is quickly darkened.

"On second thought," a stark voice calls from behind.

She doesn't need to turn to know. When she tries to spin, the might of Kai's hand fastens around her throat from behind taking her to a rude-awakening. As swift as he reappears, his fangs go diving into the crock of her neck and she hears a blood spurt.

Bonnie can only gasp for air, her vocal chords feel ruptured and she gurgles on her own hot blood. The feeling is gross, it upheaves into her throat and she wants to cough it out, but she can't vomit.

The Heretic holds her ruthlessly, pulling her head back so hard she's afraid its going to snap in half.

His long fangs retract, but his mouth stays plastered to her neck so he can humor her with sweet nothings, "You don't listen do you? That's your problem. I can't be fixed and I don't want to be," he pants. "I said run, but naughty girls like you don't know when to stop? Even when your life depends on it." Kai's tone is clear and decisive which makes Bonnie think this could be her dead end. Literally.

His bloody lips rush her cheek causing her head to sway in his guided direction. When Bonnie can finally breathe, she involuntarily hacks with blood stained teeth.

"You want to play nurse? Heal my pain and soothe my ache?" he asks, voice verging hysterical and manic.

Bonnie coughs in response unable to muster words much less a coherent thought. Her throat feels lacerated, she's unsure of the damage done.

She instinctively claws his forearms with whatever strength she has left. It's her only defense given she's losing too much blood.

Kai keeps a solid grip on her throat. So rough that it pains her to wonder where his malice will end. "You want to play toss of the coin?...Let's finish what you started," he grits thru his bloody teeth, mouth pressed firmly into her cheek.

The next bite is unforgiving. Her scream is high pitched, eyelids heavy and coming to a close when her vocals are now worn out. Her fingertips contract and expand, but the white magic is drained and in need of reviving. She swears he suck siphoned her while taking gulps of blood.

Kai ruthlessly pushes Bonnie forward to fall to her hands and knees only to watch more blood spill onto the concrete below. Her limbs give out, then she drops side-faced on the sidewalk. Pitifully unable to lift her head.

Blurry vision catches the sight of Kai's black work boots treading the concrete until stopping in her aligned eye sight. His dark shadow cast over her laid out body.

Bonnie manages to turn onto her side to cough up bile. When she's finished, she knows he's watching in oddity because the heretic's head is tilting to meddle her agony. He stares at her with a scold as if she had been the one playing with her own lifeline.

Kai does not simper and gloat which now makes her stomach churn. His murky performance only makes her think she's now made the biggest mistake.

XXX

He can't sleep and frankly his body refuses to. The alarming phone call unsettled him. He paces the floor restlessly and nothing can calm his heightened emotional state.

He tells himself it's all his fault. The annoying witch he's so fond of. He wishes she didn't do this to him. She grounded him during the times no one could reach him. Now he feels like he's on the brink of losing his sanity all over again when he thought of the problem whom was supposed to remain buried and headless.

Stefan perfectly decoded his brother's thoughts even when he doesn't open his big mouth, he can read the other's body language like the back of his hand. "We'll find her." He tells.

Damon grunts in reply, still hard pacing the floor in front of the large flaming fire place mantel. "I shouldn't have never let that little…" He furious stops mid-sentence, balling one fist readying to hit the nearest wall. "How the hell did he get out?!" he shouts.

Stefan glares at Alaric for some needed help.

Alaric shrugs back, arms folded when the two stare in his direction. "Don't look at me," he hard presses. "Bonnie was the last to see him alive. I thought she took care of it. The girls spell worked, I'm sure of it," he adds thinking of the twins. Playing fatherhood made him soft around the edges and less keen on playing vampire hunter or anything of the supernatural kind.

Stefan is hardly moved. "I didn't know selfish was your modo these days," he says. His faulty humanity switch started a chain of events causing a domino effect. The estrange of it all makes him feel resolutely indebted to the Bennett witch.

"I have two children to think about now. And I don't want Kai anywhere near them," Alaric says, he stands by his word.

Damon chimes in, eyes bulging. "When I find that shit for brains, I'm going to reenact his death to make sure he's gone for good."

Stefan's nostrils flair. "Kai is stuck between this world and hell. How do you suppose killing him will solve anything?!"

The trio fall jointly silent.

Damon spat first. "For fuck sake, someone call barbie! Maybe she can help."

"No." Alaric sounds off. "Leave Caroline out of this until we can at least figure out what's going on. She's protecting the girls."

Damon grunts back, "That's right. I forgot you two are too busy playing house. As if that's not weird on any level at all considering you were teaching blondie passages from 'Catcher in the Rye' as a sub."

"Says her would-be rapist," Alaric fires back taking offense.

Damon takes a hard stance. "Do you want to say that again my friend?!" He leers at the other.

Alaric could punch Damon's lights out if it would combat his high-strung attitude, but he knows said vampire well enough to understand the feat wouldn't do any good. "Bonnie can handle it. She's strong, always has been." Alaric proclaims assured.

Stefan is shaking his head, eyes rolled elsewhere. "We're wasting time," he says.

Suddenly Damon's irritated all over again. "And how do you know that?!" He pegs at Alaric not dropping the subject, overlooking Stefan. "Last time I saw that twisted freak, he was draining every human he could get his hands on. Kai is not stable, and he's wet behind the ears. He'll leave a blood bath of bodies if we don't figure something out." He halted into a solid frown. "But according to you, Bon-Bon is impenetrable. So maybe we should let fate make the call. Am-I-right?!"

Stefan breaks his pensive spell turning to Alaric. "He's right. Bonnie needs us. And I owe her after everything that's happened." He nobly reminds them.

Damon's forehead wrinkles. "Yes little brother. Do fix what you started. We were living abode once Enzo and I got away from that she-banshee bitch, then you had to come and screw it up."

Stefan looks away to mend the guilt, at least until the timely grief dissipates. "Cute Damon. But we don't have time to listen to you whine for two hours," he replies.

Alaric snorts, thumbing his nose. "And Tyler?!" He glares at Damon to be petty.

Damon beats himself up enough over the thought.

"Shut up." Damon interrupts prudishly. "I'm talking." He royally turns back to his younger brother so they can finish their sibling spat. "Okay ripper boy. Since you want to be the brains of the operation, then by all means…be useful and stop brooding for once in your sorry ass life."

Stefan silently leers at him in return. "Are you done?" He says cool and grounded himself.

Damon recalls her trembling green eyes peering back at him in soft ambient light. He misses that crooked smile, making his stomach ache when he realizes his Acheilous heel was the Bennett witch.

XXX

He splashes a glass of cold water in her sleeping face. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey," he chimes lazily.

The chilling liquid brings her to appalling wake, lips trembling, and spitting from the shock. Instantaneous, her hands jerked only to find both her wrists tied to what felt like an iron rod bed post.

Bonnie is spiraled out on a spongey mattress, laying on a dull scratchy floral comforter. But where? Sea green carpet on the floor. Dusty blinds offer a view of a pink glowing neon sign thru the slit sheer curtains outside the second-floor window.

Kai suddenly straddles her waistband. His 175lbs of weight is heavy enough that she can't move. He makes sure to lock his knees tight because she throws a violent fit beneath him.

"Easy there Bonster," he cooed. "You lost a lot of blood."

"Leave-me-alone," Bonnie's voice weakly pines in between breaths.

Kai gently tilts her head to peek at her open wounds, to which she hisses from the kick start of oncoming pain. He flashes her with a dry look. "If only you had been a good girl and did like I asked, you probably wouldn't be here right now," he ruefully mocked.

Kai bites into his wrist until hearing the sound of breaking flesh. He force feeds her his blood before she can fight the act. She hacks and coughs what remains in her throat, a mix of her blood and his metallic tasting one.

He firmly presses his right wrist against her mouth. "Drink," he commands.

Bonnie stubbornly turns her head, lips closed and avoiding the spill of the warm thick liquid. When she wouldn't cooperate, Kai braces the back of her neck to draw her head forward, so she couldn't fight him further.

"I said drink!" His voice came to a hard boil.

She needed it. Badly. And more than she wanted to admit.

"Or you can just bleed to death and die on a cheap motel mattress," Kai states frankly.

Her voice is scratchy, and she speaks even though it's painful. "We both know that's not going to happen," she musters, eyes tired, low, and blood shot.

Kai grins when he feels her finally drinking. The salt blood hits the back of her throat and he leans forward to press even harder to make sure her open mouth would catch every fine droplet.

This wasn't in his plan. "You know I thought about leaving you this time. For real. But fact is, you're more useful as a pawn," he speaks freely, then shrugs and smiles. "Maybe even an ally."

Bonnie turns to the side to spit what's left in her mouth. He thinks she's too prideful.

"I'd rather die before making friendly with you," she heaves with a messy mouth.

Kai smirks in return, still sitting on her body, so high that he's practically weighted on her ribcage and under her petite breasts.

"We already made friendly, remember! Who knew?! It's always the wholesome ones that are the freakiest in bed," he pipes with a handsome smile.

Bonnie rolls her eyes elsewhere. She takes his words with a grain of salt because her actions spoke louder than her words. Now she couldn't believe anything that she preached.

"You'll thank me later," he says proudly.

She flashes him a mean glare. "You went all Jekyll and Hyde on me. I'd say you deserve a go to hell instead," her voice appears healthier.

"Only if I can drag you there with me," Kai promises with a smart smile.

When Bonnie tries to speak, the palm of his hand covers her mouth whole. "Sorry. No chanting any spells at me tonight," he says while tapping an index finger at his temple signifying he was reading her thoughts. "Plus! Your hands are tied and I siphoned you by accident. So good luck," he smirks.

She bites down on his hand without notice, making him groan and grind his teeth. She begins kicking, free limbs flailing. Kai combats her forearms until she's done having her fit. The strain of battling his strength makes her eventually retire for rest.

Bonnie finally calms and lets her head rest into the mattress. Its absence of no pillow to catch her skull's fall. She feels the course of his vampire blood tap her veins, and a foreign magic that is not her own circulating throughout her body. The spell brings about a gradual euphoric high and her muscles start to relax as if she had just popped a Xanax pill.

Her eyes watch the cracked water stained ceiling above and she feels her inner throat parts go back to perfect health. Minutes go by until she breaks the daze to find Kai still complacently sitting on her upper half with his hands flanking the iron bed frame's head.

They silently lock gazes.

Without a doubt, Bonnie spits whatever saliva and blood she has left back into his face as retribution for being kept immobile.

Kai halts his movements, his jaw is clicking and mouth is closed tight.

The insult was low even for her. Fuck decency. If kidnapping her once again was his collateral, then screw the consequences, she thought.

Bonnie exhales, like nothing happened. "How did we get back? Only I can do the spell."

The heretic casually wipes the slick from his nose and mouth while holding her harden gaze. He licks whatever's left and wants to tell her she tastes amazing. "That wasn't a polite thing to do now was it?!" He musters, maintained and cool.

"Answer me!" She commands to keep his single track mind on subject.

Kai lurches forward until they are face to face, noses touching. "You should know by now that I run the games here," he pipes. His voice inflection changes to self-serving condescension. "Yes Kai. Thank you Kai, for bringing me back to the right timeline Kai," His touts before pulling away.

"So how'd you do it?" Bonnie says.

"I found a loophole. Obviously." His eyes roll to give himself full credit. "Turns out my sister Jo had a set of twins in the alternate timeline. Of course, I couldn't just go up to her and be like...Hey I need the little kiddies magic to undo the ascendant spell they helped create in my reality." He stops to grin. "But when your younger sister has a hard-on for killing daddy dearest, you'd be surprised what people are willing to do when their desperate."

Bonnie releases a long sigh at the thought of returning home. To the place where everyone knows her along with the trials and troubles which shaped who she is in the present day, for better or worse.

Now their recurring cat and mouse game felt useless. Kai followed her around like a dark raining cloud and for once she wanted to stand in the pour of it just to stop and breath.

His eyes quietly circle her cautious dancing ones for some time as they keep their loud thoughts to themselves.

"Congrats. Pat yourself on the back by all means. Good for you," Bonnie replies in lack luster.

"But that means you're in debt to me now," Kai fine tunes with narrow eyes. "Once again, you've found yourself in the weaker position."

They're thoughts are synchronous when the realization that her system is once again tainted with his immortal blood. Bonnie leers at him, a quietness falls upon her because his smirky delivery only means bad news.

His curious eyes linger about her face, then follow suit down south to her slow breathing chest, then back again to her pretty little bound wrists. They're tied with torn makeshift fabric from the low count cotton bed sheets. He hums to himself in the midst of their silence, loving his creative fetish.

"You want to get rid of me...so you say," Kai offers leisurely. "But here we are again at full circle. When you had your chance to leave, you didn't." He simply shrugs. He leans upright, his digits stroke his lower chin because the notion is astounding. A light bulb must have gone off in his noggin. He bemoans to finish, "You want to know what makes me tick...Don't you Bon? Sounds like we're on the same page and exactly where we're supposed to be."

His sincere delivery hurts, so she's honest. "Okay maybe..." she admits modestly. "Maybe I do care! There. I admit it!" She pitches to a near yell.

This makes him grin from ear to ear.

"But don't let that go to your head! It doesn't mean I like you in the faintest," Bonnie quickly concludes. "It just...seems...like you could use some help."

"I'm not broken Bon," Kai dead pans. "Don't treat me like some charity case the way your sleepy friend Elena did. Psycho-analyzing me isn't going to change my past."

Bonnie shrugs her shoulders. "Like you said, you don't need fixing. Unpredictable aggression, abandonment issues and all," she chimes sarcastically. He casually ignores it.

"Now that I'm well nursed, undo these," Bonnie demands, showcasing her hanging wrists, arms above her head.

Kai flashes a lofty grin, "I never said I was going to undo those..."

Bonnie bites the inside of her cheek because he steadily shifts himself lower to finally take his weight off her ribcage.

Kai uses his stance to open her legs in full spread, now her thighs conveniently rest on top of his, so he can comfortably kneel and lean upright. "It's rude to start something you can't finish. Has anyone ever taught you that?" The acquisition of his question brings her back to the abandoned house. His head tilts at an angle out of innocent curiosity.

Bonnie swallows before addressing. "You mean that kiss?" Her tone is stern, but not disconnected from liking. "You're easier than I thought. It doesn't take a genius to know that I'm your weak spot."

"Touche," Kai says with eager. "But you didn't deny it either." His eyes narrow at hers while clandestinely tracing his index finger down her center chest until stopping at the destination of her flat stomach.

The tickle of his touch arouses her so, making her tummy roll inward.

Kai responds with a subtle smirk. "It's only fair that I tie you up since you left me chained to a chair in a basement bar, right?" His ending statement is haughty and explicit. The stupor to block out the soft sensation of his dancing fingers makes her aggressively tug at her restraints.

Bonnie can't hide her own smirk. "And I'd do it again. It was fun seeing you so helpless, sitting in that chair having a full on tantrum. Calling my name," she declares proudly. "For a moment you actually looked pitiful, and I kind of felt sorry for you."

"I was impressed," he recalls. The daring honesty in her voice makes him practically worship her. "But don't get too cocky because my-my the tables have turned." He gazes over her submissive position of short defeat.

She chastises his wonderous gaze to entertain herself. "Not for long," Bonnie rereassures confidently. She plays coy. "What I want to know is how are you going to repay me after tonight's traumatic episode?"

"Isn't it obvious? Or do you want me to spell it out with my ton-g-u-e?" Kai deliberately puts extra slow emphasis on the latter word.

His soft digits make her stomach quiver against her better will. The admission of his leisure touch makes her arms rustle with angst.

"Clearly no one's stopping you, but it's hardly romantic," she says. Bonnie glances above to remind him of her bound wrists as if they had gone unnoticed. She mocks, unimpressed or at least to maintain poker face.

Her cute sentiment does little to make him care, but he adores her sincerity because her enticing voice always starves him to the point of hunger.

"If only I would have known that I'm your weakness as well, I wouldn't have irresponsibly left that newspaper on the Salvatore lawn back in 1994. Don't you agree?" Kai humors.

"But you did. And here we are, and I hate your guts," Bonnie finishes off with a post-haste mean mug. "Now untie me."

Kai quirks an eyebrow while looking to her restraints. "To be frank, I don't trust you either," he says truthfully.

The heretic pushes himself off the bed by the knuckles and lazily strides to the closed bathroom door. His recurring spontaneous behavior made her anxious as to whether this would end up in a torture session. She lifts her head to keep him in eyesight. Her legs and feet are free to move, so she thinks they are her last defense.

When he emerges from the dark bathroom, his hand is clad against the arm of a young man in his twenties which makes Bonnie's eyes widen to a bulge.

"Where are my manners! I forgot to mention that I brought a guest," Kai chimes casually before coquettishly raising both eyebrows.

Bonnie sounds off in agitation and in desperate need of her absentee magic.

Kai plants a firm hand onto the young man's broad shoulder forcing him to obediently kneel to the floor in front of him. His heavy-lidded eyes remain in zombie like state and under full control of the heretics degrading commands. His neck is bloodied to a pulp and indentured with several bite wounds.

"Poor Chad…or whatever his name is," Kai debases indifferently. He percisely guides the man's top shoulders to straighten his back so Bonnie can have a perfect view of him on his knees.

Without notice, Kai snaps his victim's neck. The twist is swift and clean, making the newly corpse fall face first to the carpet.

The unsuspecting blow kicks her in the gut making her feel powerless. Bonnie furiously tugs at the torn bed sheets that keep her hands captive. The reasoning of her words is cut short when the heretic maintains a straight face and a hard as stone mindset.

"How convenient that Chad also has my blood in his system. In a few hours, he'll wake up and he'll be very...very...hunger," his eyes roll casually at the ultimatum. "Actually it's quite simple," Kai eludes carefully. "Either I turn you…or he does."