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&& BONNIE!

– & He had taken the bait yet he’s remaining true to his word and staying outside, something that frankly has shocked Bonnie. Maybe this would be more difficult than she’d originally believed. “Call me princess one more time and see where it gets you.” Is offered back as she moves out of view to undress, ensuring there’s towels near by before she fully submerges within the hot water of the bath; breathing in deeply at the content. Yes, she’d have to think of another way to force Kai and a slip up. There’s no possible way that he’d actually survive the night, right? The idea has Bonnie worrying, for spending a night in bed with Malachai Parker isn’t exactly something she wants to do. Ever.

Bonnie takes her time in the bath with the knowledge that the longer she remains in the tub the closer Kai will get to aggitation; the man isn’t exactly patient. At least not when he knows there’s something coming. Every so often she’d offer the odd comment, as if he’d talk back to her within some kind of snark or edge to his voice. But after thirty minutes or so Bonnie’s started to feel like a prune and so she’s drained the tub and wrapped herself in the tightest t o w e l she’s ever wrapped before in her life.

Wicked grin forms upon her lips as a metaphorical light bulb hits and she’s bunching her worn clothes up in favor of dumping them in the laundry hamper, only to make her way back into the bedroom. “I’m surprised you waited.” Though she’s technically addressing him Bonnie’s made a distinctive point not to look at him, “And that you didn’t pull some kind of scheme.” – Like what she is currently doing.

The bathroom door is ajar, but from the angle he’s reclined in the tub itself is just obscured from view. It wouldn’t be hard for him to shift and catch a sliver of skin as it was swallowed by clear water, but not without her noticing. He has no doubt she’s facing him, watching for any sudden moves.She so rarely turns her back on him. So, instead, he listens.

Of all the vamp-y super-senses he’d gained when he’d joined the ranks of the undead, enhanced hearing had to be his favourite. (Taste being a close second.) When he focused, he could hear her top being pulled over her head, her hair settling back around her neck, the unclasping of her bra. He heard fabric of various weights being discarded onto the tiles. He heard the subtle dip as she slipped into the water, the water washing up against the sides of the tub before it settled back around her body. He even heard the nearly imperceptible hum she let out as she was engulfed in soft warmth. If someone out there was making porn for the blind, they needed to have that sound. Despite the thrill of knowing a naked Bonnie was mere feet away, talking to him, he hardly remembered to reply. He was too engrossed in absorbing the sound to make much of his own. (A rare occurrence to say the least.)

So when he hears the faint splash of her exit from the water, he’s a little too jarred to register the fact that she hasn’t put her clothes on before she’s traipsing back into the bedroom as if they’ve done this a million times before. And suddenly it’s all fuck sound. He’s all about picture.

She’s adamantly avoiding his eyes, so he doesn’t even bother hiding his lingering gaze. He sits up, head tilting and hungry eyes narrowing slightly. How far is she going to take this? How much longer can he keep this up? It’s a genuine question, but he decides; As long as it takes.

“Oh ye of little faith.” He admonishes, putting a hand to his chest in exaggerated sincerity. “I’m a changed man, Bonnie. Reformed. I’ve seen the light.” He grins at her, something in his eyes implying that the light is currently emanating from her exposed flesh. “Unlike someone I know… Mrs. Robinson, you’re trying to seduce me.”

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think you'll ever have a chance at love?

“My own family decided that I wasn’t capable of love before I could tie my shoes. You don’t exactly get over that. But lately… Lets just say there are a couple of people in my life that I can’t seem to hate. It’s annoying, frankly, and I blame Luke entirely.”

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Who would you with / who would you turn to if: 1) someone who can kill you is on the hunt for you 2) your kitchen is on fire 3) you have a sudden need to up your wardrobe & ur like !! Damn i suck at clothes 4) you're going to hunt down someone who can most likely kill you 5) you're just gonna hunt someone down cause you're bored 6) you rob a jewelry store 7) you want to chill & talk about life w a nice glass of wine 8) you go to the movies & annoy everyone there 9) you go for a chill coffee

1,2,4,5— I wouldn’t turn to anyone. I solve my problems myself.

3— This is a joke, right?

6— Josiekins.

8— Again, Josie …Or maybe Damon.

7,9— Bonbon, I guess. She likes boring stuff like that.

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(insp.)

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rumour has it that damon has feelings for bon-bon, he's got more of a chance with her than you do and the guys married.

“This again? The Bonnie I know wouldn’t settle for being some asshole’s second choice. Page me when Eleanor dumps him.” 

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how do you feel about bonnie and damon's relationship?

“When you phrase it like that, I feel like I want to cut his greedy little fingers off… One by one… And then feed them to him. Not that I’m jealous or anything.”

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what do you miss most from the 90s?

“Not much, thanks to the internet. Zima, the holiest of venues: Satyricon, Coffee People coffee (fuck Starbucks), and Pamela Anderson looking like a human woman. Also, what happened to pubic hair? I’m not picky, I’m just saying… I never had to check if I was about to commit a felony back then.”

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&& MONIQUE!

     There wasn’t much she knew about the world of magic outside of the quarter, and even then that wasn’t that much, her training had been cut rather short. Heck she wasn’t even sure she had met a witch that wasn’t from French Quarter. If the look on his face wasn’t enough to set off alarm bells then what was. She was hesitant to take his hand, but she was the one to extend the invitation, so after a few moments she followed through. “ Monique. ” She introduced, leaving out her last name just as he did. Not that the name Deveraux meant anything anymore, her family had surely been forgotten, but maybe Monique could change that. “ The incantation is simple. It goes; Phasmatos Tribum, Melan Veras. Phasmatos Tribum, Melan Veras. ”

He couldn’t help but smirk at her hesitation to take his hand. Was he that easy to read? Probably. He’d never been very good at concealing his emotions (or whatever you’d call them on a person like him). He’d never needed to be. While deception wasn’t his forte, he had always had other ways of getting what he wanted. “A pleasure to meet you, Monique,” He replied when she finally shook his hand. The mundane civility of their conversation was almost funny, he thought. It was like they were playing house. 

As he listened to the incantation, he repeated it quietly under his breath. Though the modified Latin was nearly a second language to him at this point, magic did require a certain rhythm, a personal touch, to imbue it with real power. Phasmatos Tribum, Melan Veras...  Phasmatos Tribum, Melan Veras... When he felt comfortable with the words, he trailed his hands towards the vines. 

They grew quickly... Too quickly. They practically erupted from the ground, growing so fast and in so many directions that the stalks split open like wounds and started to fall from the bricks. “Whoops,” He said mock-sheepishly, sucking air through his teeth, “And here I was, thinking I’d impress you.”

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 Chris Wood being an extra babe on the Supergirl set (April 7, 2017) (credit)

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&& MONIQUE!

     There was something behind his words that caused her to shoot him a questioning glance. “ I wouldn’t, unless you want me to return the favour. ” Her’s would be in a lot less of a literal sense, opting instead for the metaphor. She should have left it at that and got out, a strange man in a secluded area ? It screamed trouble. But maybe it was the isolation getting to her that caused her to stay or possibly the prospect of being able to share her magic with someone, she was that desperate. “ I’m still getting the hang of it myself. ” A pause. “ I could show you, if you’d like ? ”

It was an odd feeling, being offered a magic lesson. Whatever exaggerated whispers about the psychotic Gemini leader who’d wiped out his own coven had traveled through the magical community, they clearly hadn’t reached this girl. She didn’t know how much power he held, or that he’d had fifteen years of solitude to hone it. It was almost insulting. But she was cute and a little feisty, and what he’d said was true, he’d never done flora magic before (never saw the point, really), so he decided to see how this played out. He had nowhere to be. “I think I would like that,” He replied, and though he had no devious intentions for her yet, his smile was a little predatory. He couldn’t help it. He was a predator, after all. “We can learn together.” On second thought, he outstretched a hand. “I’m Kai.”

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&& MONIQUE!

     Monique had been trying to adjust to the new world she had woken up to. She had moved into her old house and while it was dusty ( and empty ) it was still home. Now she was looking for something to fill her time. She walked the streets with apprehension; she still didn’t know why or how she was back and so she feared for the worst. For now, she would strive for normalcy - or her version of it, and that started with relearning how to use her magic. After various twists and turns she thought she was alone. Looking to the nearby wall she saw the beginning of vines starting to grow, it must have been old. “ Harvest witch of earth, huh. Let’s see what you’ve got. ” She spoke to herself, raising her had as she chanted a few simple words - but her attempt was cut short, alarmed by the sound of something or someone behind her. She whipped around, dropping her hands and taking a defensive stance. “ Who’s there ? ”

“Whoa, whoa,” He said raised his hands in the universal signal for surrender as he approached. “No need for the theatrics. I don’t bite, or— I won’t.” He grinned, lopsided. She did look pretty tasty, if he was honest with himself, but he’d just come from lunch (a blonde a block away who was into it, one of those freaky Twihards or Anne Rice disciples or whatever). “I’m just a fellow magic enthusiast, appreciating your craft. I’ve never worked with live plants before.”

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stolen!

The kiss was soft and sweet, just like the girl it came from. The sheer innocence of it awoke some animal part of him, the part that was all hunger and greed. He wound her hair around his hand and tugged, just hard enough to show her that he was in control without really hurting her. Tilting her head back so he could pry her lips open, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tasted like… Pomegranate.

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Stolen!

The girl (Lily? Leila? Definitely something with an L, he’d have to lure her into saying it again when their lips weren’t so occupied) was flirtatious and spunky, full of life, so it wasn’t quite a surprise when she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss, but it did catch him off guard. He stumbled slightly, dragging her with him until his back hit a pinball machine. Without disconnecting, he slid his hands under her glorious ass, lifting her and swapping their positions so he could perch her on the machine and grind against her shamelessly. (Thanks, tequila!) The clangs and beeps and buzzes of the game perfectly drowned out the shouts of the bartender telling them to get a room.

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&& JOSIE!

josie didn’t know what it was that was making kai so excited but she was guessing it had something to do with either: bonnie, pain, or death. maybe it was none of the things that came to mind, but it was sparking her curiosity regardless. which was good, seeing as josie happened to get bored easily and when she felt dull — that became a PROBLEM. problems were not good. they made her want to hurt something. “ a present ? you’re spoiling me, uncle dearest. ” she gasped dramatically, an amused smirk set on her lips. she rolled her eyes at the following sentence, just deciding to stay silent and continue walking.

as their destination became quite obvious, josie threw an inquisitive glance to the other but kept going. this had to be worth her while because if he was wasting her time, she would more than likely throw a murderous psychotic temper tantrum.

and then she stopped, just staring at the — could it even be considered a building ? whatever IT was, it was ancient. there was something captivating about how historic it seemed. she felt like it was some sort of sacred ground. “ cool. ” it was the first thing that had popped into her mind. to be perfectly honest, josie didn’t quite know what to make of this discovery.

“ you’re oh so funny. i’m amused. ” she replied with a scoff, poking his cheek with her finger before heading down the stairwell. “ i swear if this is some shitty room filled with nothing, you’re gonna have to carry me back. ”

He scoffed, following her down the crumbling steps. “I have a feeling I’m gonna have to carry you away.” He felt an odd, new kind of excitement. He hadn’t given anyone a gift in nearly forty years, but it was more than that. Not only was this the perfect gift for his niece, it was a gift that he never could have, and probably could never again, given to anyone else. It was the singular thrill of finding a kindred spirit, a like mind. And in his own blood, no less. Who’d have ever guessed?

He hopped down the last few steps, Fred Astaire style, and rapped against the heavy door he’d installed himself. (Well, the door he’d compelled some schleppy humans to install, but who’s counting?) “Yoo hoo!” He called in a sing-song voice, “Anybody home?” He grinned at his protege and then pulled a small key from his pocket and removed the padlock. He swung the latch open and then opened the door just enough for him to slip in.

“Now, Josie, I don’t want you getting spoiled and expecting another one of these once you wear this one out, okay?” He leaned against the door, still not letting her see what was inside. “I’m making up for eighteen missed birthdays here, so just this once, I went all out. Have fun, kiddo.”

And with that, he swung open the door, revealing the disturbing gift inside.

The boy was in his early twenties, with sandy blonde hair and big brown eyes. He looked exhausted, with tear tracks running down his cheeks and soaking little stains into the dirty fabric that was gagging him. The moment he laid eyes on Kai he started to struggle against the spelled ropes that bound him to his chair, doing nothing but rubbing deeper blisters into his wrists. At first, Kai had been annoyed that he couldn’t compel the witch to stay docile, but he had to admit, he did enjoy the panicked whimpering and feeble shaking he was seeing now.

When the boy laid eyes on Josie, he made urgent, pleading noises. Whether he was begging for her help or trying to warn her against Kai, he wasn’t sure, but it didn’t really matter. He wondered vaguely if his niece felt any instinct to save the boy, and considered telling her that he’d found him in a bar, using magic to make girls’ skirts fly up. After a couple hours of surveillance, he watched him slip some herbs into a redhead’s drink that would make her more suggestible, and he knew the earth would be just fine without him. Following the pair outside, he’d ambushed them, knocking the boy out and saving the girl. (Sure, he’d fed on her a little, it was hungry work, but she would survive and have one less story about an asshole she couldn’t believe she’d slept with. He was a hero, really.)

In the end, he didn’t tell Josie. He didn’t want to transfer the annoying moral biases that Luke had infected him with onto her. He wanted her to use her power however she saw fit.

He clicked on the industrial construction lights, a spotlight on the pathetic excuse for a witch, and pulled the soundproofed door shut. The boy let out a hopeless sob. “So, my dear, what shall we name our new pet?” 

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&& BONNIE!

– & No, she probably’ wouldn’t like him if he was normal. Because then there’d be no reason to stick around him. Not to mention he’d technically be an old man at this rate, so there’s that. “Jesus Christ.” Bonnie’s sighing with instant regret because he’s already spewing out potentially lude comments; yet so innocent. This is going to take a lot more effort than she first expected, but it’ll be worth it when she proves her point. Kai can’t go an entire night without stepping over the dotted line, it’s not in him. And once he proves, again that he can’t be trusted? Bonnie’s going to keep rubbing it in his face.

“We aren’t doing anything, Kai.” She counters with a quick turn on her heel, knowing full well he’s going to follow. Man of his word, and all. “And you WILL be leaving my side because there’s no way in hell I’m letting you in the bathroom with me when I bathe.” Yes, she was technically seirous about that comment earlier, and yes she still knows how it’s going to effect his twisted little brain. Her bare feet pad their way through the house, from hallway to hallway and up the grande flight of stars. It’s almost painfully silent, but his hearing will pick up on everything.

He’s going to slip up and make some crude comment, get pissed off or push limits he knows he shouldn’t – it will happen. “If you want to stay outside the bathroom fine.” She offers with deliberate movements into the bathroom, wasting no time in turning the bath water on with adjusted temperature. A moment later she’s turning to fetch a towel, whether he’s going to listen or not will only prove her point further. “I’m sure you can find something to do, that isn’t going to be a major distraction. If you can’t, you’re in for one hell of a long night.”

He knew it. He knew it. He should have known it. God, she’s such an unbelievable, high-and-mighty, full of herself, tease of a bitch. Of course this wasn’t a real shot at actually co-exisitng, it's just another way for her to torture him, to remind him who has all the power here. It drives him crazy, makes him want to pin her to a wall and show her just how powerless she truly is. His fingers twitch, longing to suck the energy from her lithe little body, but he resists. He balls his hands into fists and stalks along behind her, following her up the stairs and finally leaning against the door frame of the master bathroom. If he takes a step further, he’s not sure there’s any going back. His arms fold across his chest and he stares harshly at her soft movements. “Sometimes I think you’re even more sadistic than I am, Bennett.” Is all he says, spitting her last name like a curse, the way he only does when he’s angry.

The thought does cross his mind that he could simply perform a patented Parker Family Disappearing Act™. He could vanish and slip into the bathroom, let her perform a private show for him without ever knowing. Maybe he’d even touch her, ghosting along her skin like a breeze. The thought brings the hint of a devious grin to one side of his lips, but eventually he decides against it. Some part of him (the Luke part, certainly) knows it would be an intrusion, an unforgivable breach of trust, and wasn’t Trust the name of this little game? Besides, he’d always been creepy, scary, nightmare-ish even, but he had no desire to be that brand of pathetic. When she shows him her body, he wants it to be for him. When he touches her, he wants her to beg for more.

So instead, he takes a seat at the foot of her bed, facing the bathroom door. He leans back on his elbows and stretches out his legs. “Take your time, Princess,” He says as casually as he can manage. “I’ll be right here.” She thinks she knows him, she thinks she can break him, and the audacity of that fuels him more than anything else. He’ll prove her wrong. He won’t let her win. If she thinks Kai Parker can’t play the waiting game, then she’s completely forgotten how they first met.

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&& BONNIE!

– & Malachai Parker is about as subtle as a brick to the face. Of course she is fully aware of how Kai feels about her, or rather his obsession with her; as pointed out to her by multiple people by now. In some sense even by Kai himself, the constant desire to be around Bonnie – even before they struck this deal. Does she use that to her advantage? You’re damn right she does, whyw ouldn’t she? It will help keep him in line, and it actually allows her to see different sides of him, even if she’d never admit such a thing.

Jesus Christ – does he HAVE to be that close to her? Bonnie flinches at his touch, almost expecting to be siphoned, to feel a horrible burning pain. Yet nothing comes, nothing but his fingers lingering far too long and his body pressing too tight to her own. Part of her is grateful it’s over when he moves from her into the kitchen, and a very small part of her wants it to come back. There’s something oddly gentle about his touch, which it really shouldn’t be given their history. Something that really bothers Bonnie – he knows it damn well. “Oh bullshit.”

Kai only follows her rules when it helps him in her eyes. “You haven’t hurt the twins because you LIKE Josie, whether you want to admit it or not.” Bonnie’s it the nail on the head, and they both know it. Josie is cut from his cloth, not Jo’s. Her back is turned to him as she moves around the kitchen, putting her purse on the main counter before heading to the fridge. “How about actually trying to be a normal person, Kai. And not being so damn morbid – oh wait,” Her gaze is cast to him in a feigned smile. “IMPOSSIBLE.” Grabbing a water bottle Bonnie’s casting another glance in his direction, debating before she finally settles on the decision. “You want a r e a l chance at proving yourself worthy of my trust? Spend the night with me, without siphoning me – without making a MURDEROUS comment.” She knows exactly what she’s implying and there’s zero doubt in her mind Kai won’t make the night.

He’s amused by her rebuttals at first, pleased she hasn’t just walked away. (She does that all too often, forcing him to wrestle with his urge to grab her by the wrist and make her stay.) “Maybe I do like Josie... What does it matter? I’ve hurt people I like before; darling Jo, you... I think I deserve a little bit of credit for my self-restraint.” He pulls a knife from the kitchen block in front of him, toying with it a little before winking at her and picking up a peach as well. He cuts a segment out and pops it into his mouth with the same hand the knife is in, chewing thoughtfully as sticky peach juice runs down down his palm and drips onto the counter. He tilts his head towards her, giving her a ‘don’t-try-to-lie-to-me’ kinda look. “You wouldn’t like me if I was normal, Bon. You need a little danger in your life. It reminds you that you’re alive.” Excuses about Josie aside, why else would she have brought him here? Why doesn’t she keep him locked up in the cellar? Why is she standing in front of him now?

He carves another slice of peach, and nearly chokes on it at her next words. He stares at her for what must be a full minute before a slow grin reaches his lips. “All night?” He leers, truly unable to help himself. “Easy.” And it isn’t a lie, not quite. Not unless you count the kind of lies we tell ourselves. He drops the knife and the peach into the sink, licking the leftover juices off his fingers more than a little lasciviously before wiping his hand on his jeans. “All right, boss. No siphoning or murderous comments until the sun comes up, starting now.” He takes a couple steps toward her. “And I’m not leaving your side. So, Bonnie, what are we doing tonight?”