He doesn’t know when it started but he knew it had to do with Bonnie Bennett. She saw right through him at the support group meetings, but then again, it takes one to know one–he just wished she didn’t disrupt his sleep–he has terrible insomnia.
That’s when he met Malachai Parker.
He looked how he wanted to look. He fucked like he wanted to fuck. He was smart, capable, and most importantly, he was free in all the ways that he wasn’t. It wasn’t long before he realized who Malachai truly was.
“You hear me detective? I’m trying to tell you how much I admire you. And your dear loving husband.”
“What?”
“Enzo.”
“What’d you fucking say?”
“It’s disturbing how easily a member of the press can purchase information from the men in your precinct.
” I came to your home this morning, after you left. Tried to play husband. Tried to taste the life of what it would be like to be with Bonnie Bennett. It didn’t work out, so I took a souvenir. His pretty head.“
"John, what’s in the box?”
“Because I lust after you. It seems as though lust is my sin.”
Bonnie is a detective who just got her first big case, a serial killer with an affinity for the seven deadly sins. Her partner is a seasoned detective, John Gilbert, who’s on the verge of retirement but has one case left in him. The closer they get to finding him the more they realize he’s closer than they think. Will they find this killer? And when they do what will they find?
She’s a good girl, no one could dispute that. They could try, but they would lose every time because who would accuse the woman who saved the world of being bad. However there was something off, something that lied underneath that she kept locked away for no one to see. That is until Kai finds the key.
This is the night when the gateway between our world and the spirit world is thinnest. Tonight is a night to call out those who came before us. Tonight we honor our ancestors. Spirits of our ancestors, we call to you,and we welcome you to join us for this night. We know you watch over us always, protecting us and guiding us, and tonight we thank you. We invite you to join us and share our meal
Still stuck in 1994 with Kai, Bonnie continues a tradition she had lost along with her Grams when that time of year comes around.
After she sent the bear away with her magic things turned in to one giant worldwide game of cat and mouse. Kai reveled in it. Bonnie was tired, but she never lost her fight.
He had done his math, today was Samhain, and he couldn’t wait to find Bonnie to celebrate—he had so many plans most of which wouldn’t be pleasant for her. He found her easier than he thought—in Mystic Falls— too predictable he might add which had him worried it was a trap. She was in Sheila’s old house so he figured the loneliness got to her.
He went to open the door and saw that she locked it. He chuckled to himself. We’re in my world—there’s no such thing as a locked door. He carefully picked the lock and continued to barge his way in.
He expected the death of some kind when he walked in but nothing. In fact, the entire house seemed silent. If he wasn’t so attuned to her he would have thought she wasn’t there. He followed the dim lighting. She was in the dining room sitting at a larger table with several empty seats. In front of each of the seats, there were candles lit.
She was eating what looked to be stuffing with apples celery and walnuts. He couldn’t be sure though because it was a lot darker than any stuffing he’d ever eaten. She took a sip of some amber liquid completely ignoring his presence.
“A dinner party without me, how rude.” He said with fake indignation.
He went to sit in one of the many empty seats when she stopped him. “Not there, that’s Amelia’s place.” He moved one seat over. “Not there either that’s Grams.”
He aimed for another seat but by the look on her face, he could see it wasn’t a seat for him. “Is there a chair here not occupied by one of your imaginary friends.”
“They aren’t imaginary friends, they’re my ancestors.”
“I don’t care who they are I just don’t want my head taken off over someone who doesn’t exist.”
She glared at him. “You can sit at the end of the table.” The seat that as farthest from her.
He unceremoniously started piling food from the middle of the table onto his plate. He took one bite and his face scrunched in dissatisfaction. “You know, cooking, not one of your strong suits Bon Bon.” She continued to ignore him.
He looked around the room and noticed more things about it. There was an altar in the corner of the room—it wasn’t very organized, but it looked important. It was filled with knickknacks—things he wouldn’t think twice about but they were important enough for her to put at an altar.
“So you want to tell me what’s going on? I was expecting more of a fight, but dinner party for the dead works for me too.”
“Do you know what today is?”
“Of course, I was going to have so much fun torturing you. I still could,” he added.
“I don’t know how you celebrated Samhain in your house, but this is how we celebrated in mine”
“Yeah, ours was a lot more chaotic. Would have been my favorite holiday if we didn’t have to sacrifice the goat.”
“Let me get this straight, you have absolutely no problems killing your own siblings, but you draw the line at goats.”
“The goat never did anything. It was completely innocent, why should it die?”
“Because you’re all about preserving innocence.”
“Couldn’t give a shit about that. That just wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Halloween night when I could have been eating candy like every other kid.”
“I guess I get that. Grams used to do this every year on Halloween. I hated it. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t just go trick or treating like everyone else, but then my mom left and my dad didn’t let me near anything magic related, so it became a non-issue. I didn’t realize until later how important it was. My ancestors sacrificed themselves for the greater good over, and over again, they deserve something for that.” Bone had a faraway look as she stared at the pace for her Grams.
“Cheers to that,” he said grabbing the drink he made himself. He took a sip expecting the burn of bourbon and was pleasantly surprised when it was cider.
Bonnie broke out of her reverie and went back to her meal. “What about you? Do you have any ancestors you want to honor?”
“God, no. Nobody in the Gemini coven has ever done anything good enough to worth honoring for. Why do you think we killed goats each year?”
“Everybody has their own traditions.”
“I suppose they do.” He took another sip of cider. “Each and every one of your ancestors died sacrificing themselves, why are you so determined to join them?”
“I’m not, that’s why I invited you here.”
“What?”
“Did you really think it’d be that easy to find me?”
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