So this one is a bit shorter. I had this idea about Kai visiting Bonnie frequently after she left him 1903, and this is one version of it before I gave up and moved on to the next thing. This actually ends at a semi-conclusion, very ominous. 

Tell Me a Story:

Tell me a story.

There once was a boy
who had the power to change everything about me.

And did you let him?

No.

Bonnie eyes open. It’s still the middle of the night and
Caroline and Elena are asleep. She knows she can’t go back to sleep—that he’ll
keep haunting her.

It didn’t have to be
this way.

“Yes it did.”

She throws the covers off of her and gets out of bed. It’s
become a routine at this point. She grabs her shoes and her jacket and goes for
a walk.

She ends up in the woods just outside campus where she knows
she won’t run into anybody. She needs to be alone. The irony isn’t lost on her.

You left me with those
monsters.

“You are the monster,” she shouts into the night.

“Talking to yourself?”

She jumps at the voice and turns toward it. Her eyes widen
as she sees who it is.

“What are you doing here?” she mutters to herself.

“You tell me, it’s your dream.” He steps toward her closer
to the light when she gets a better look at him. He looks worn with purple
under his eyes almost like he’s dead. There are bite marks riddle across every
visible trace of skin below his head. He looked like he came straight out of a
horror movie and yet she isn’t scared. That’s not the feeling that’s
overwhelming her.

She closes her eyes and begins shaking her head. “No, no, I
woke up.”

“Did you? You know the mind can play some awful tricks.”

“Shut up.”

“She’s getting feisty everyone. Watch out, she just might
stab you in the back.”

She scoffs. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

“You don’t believe that,” he says matter-of-factly.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because I’m here.”

---

She’s spends the majority of her day groggy wondering what
it all means. He’s been in her dreams before, but not like this—not that
vulnerable. She contemplates what it all means while she’s in her statistics
class.

You left me with those
monsters.

“No I didn’t I left you where you belonged!”  Her entire class looks back at her confused.
She ignores them and packs up her stuff and leaves.

She didn’t know why she went back to college. It’s not as
though there was anything there for her. She supposed it was because it was the
closest to normal she was ever going to get, but she was slowly realizing that
normal was not what she needed. Normal was thrown out the window for her the
moment she died. Survival was key now.

Then why am I here?

I don’t know.

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This one ends on an incomplete note as well, but at least it’s not mid sentence. I truly do not know what she was going to say and I have a feeling that I didn’t when I wrote which is why that’s where I stopped and started a new draft because I as running out of time. 

Coming Home

Bonnie stood outside her home. Her house may have been a few
blocks away, but this was home. This was the place she felt most safe and she
hadn’t been able step foot in it since Grams died. She was the reason she
called this home and she feared the empty feeling that would come from her not
being there. Her father hired movers to put all hers stuff in storage. He had
planned on selling the place and her stuff, but Bonnie had insisted. She knew
that she would come back someday.

Kai walks past her groaning from holding a heavy box. “I
still don’t understand why we couldn’t hire movers. It would have been lot
easier.”

Bonnie gives him a look. “Because I did want strangers
touching my stuff.”

“Well, can we at least use magic?” Kai whines.

“Kai, I’m not using magic on something as trivial as moving
boxes.”

“And you don’t have to.”

“We’ve been over this, there are something you need to
experience the old fashion way.”

“And this is one of them?”

“This is one of them.”

“Whatever you say my dear, you’re lucky I love you.”

“And you’re lucky I tolerate you.”

It was his turn to give her a look which she returns right
back.

“Come on get a move on it, you only move into you’re first
place once.”

He shakes his head and does what she says. “The things I do
for love,” he mutters to himself.

Later that evening when all the boxes are inside and they
sit on the floor in their living room with only a box of pizza between them and
candles as their only lighting. It would almost seem romantic if they both
weren’t so exhausted. It was amazing what the accomplished by themselves. The
only thing they had left to do was get the furniture out of storage.

Kai takes one last bite and throws the crust into the box.
He stares at Bonnie watching her eat. He clears his throat.

“So you want to tell me why this meant so much to you?”

“Moving in with my boyfriend? I thought that meant a lot to
both of us.”

“It does, but why did it have to be just us, no movers, not
even your friends.”

“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.” She start to crawl
her way to him.

He smirks. “And you needed manual labor to do that?”

“How else was going to get you all nice and sweaty.” She
closes the gap between them and sits in his lap.

“I can think a few ways.”

“Want to show me them.”

He captures her mouth in a kiss and grabs her hips pushing
her down on him. She grinds on him in return. As she starts pushing him onto
his back he stops them leaving Bonnie wanting more.

“As awesome as this is, and trust me it’s awesome, you still
haven’t answered my question.”

Bonnie sighs in annoyance. “You’re going to think it’s
stupid.”

“Why would I think anything that comes out of your mouth is
stupid?”

“Because it is.”

“Then tell me anyways.”

“No.” She burrows herself in his shoulder.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Banana.”

“What?”

“C’mon just tell me.”

“You going to have to work harder than that.”

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So I was looking through my Secret Santa folder from last year and found a lot starts to to fics that were going to be my gift but I was never able to finished and am never going to because I have no idea where I was going with them. I didn’t want them to go to complete waste so I’m posting them here. Not that they will be completely unfinished an leave off on a weird note. If anyone wants to use them feel free, but I doubt anyone will because they aren’t much.

With out further ado:

Truth or Dare

“Truth or dare?” Kai slurred out laying on the floor.

“Really, are we in middle school?” Bonnie says equally as
drunk sprawled on the couch.

“C’mon, I never got to play it as a kid so just humor me.”

“Alright fine, truth?”

“Is this the worst Christmas you’ve ever had?”

“No,” she says casually.

“Really?” he says looking over to her.

“Truth or dare.” She ignores his inquiry.

“Well I don’t want to be boring so I guess dare.”

“Hmm…” Bonnie searches in the back of her brain for
something he really won’t like. “I dare you to say something nice about your family.”

“Ugh, boring. Pick something else.”

“No. The rules of the game are you do whatever I dare you
and I dare you to say something nice about them.”

“Fine, my brother is good at video games.”

“That’s it. Your brother’s good at video games. There’s
nothing else you can think of that you like about them?’

“I never said I liked that about him and it’s my turn, so
truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

He makes a face, but then smiles. “What was your first
sexual experience?”

Bonnie rolls her eyes knowing he thought she wouldn’t
answer. “I was fifteen with the mayor’s son at one of the many many functions
his parents throw. We snuck off to his room where he ate me out, badly, and I
blew him. And no I didn’t swallow.” She smirks at the shocked expression on his
face.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be boring.”

“Well things just got interesting.”

“Alright, what was your first sexual experience?”

“Original.”

“You knew it was coming or else you wouldn’t have said truth.”

“Not as exciting as sucking the mayor’s son off, but it
involved, me, a dark closet, and my sister’s friend.”

“Was this friend hot?”

“Shh, I’m getting to it.”

“We were about 13, and it was Jo’s first sleepover ever.
People usually weren’t allowed to see
the house, let alone come in it. I think her name was Trish, I don’t
remember,

ADHD at it’s finest. Something else distracted me, I don’t know what and I ended mid sentence never to know what was going to happen because I’ve completely forgotten.