To Love A Sociopath

urges to kill

Bonnie and Klaus met Elijah right at the outskirts of the property, well past midnight. Bonnie was breathless and she glared at Elijah. "Why are you not in there?" As she demanded this, Bonnie tried to cross through only to be bounced back.

Elijah fumed in silent rage. "I suppose this hiccup wasn't part of your spell?"

Bonnie tried to take a deep breath to calm herself. Hayley could still be fine, maybe Marcel hadn't realized or expected that they all left. Maybe the wolf was sound asleep, dreaming about the Bayou wolves. "I—" Klaus's and Elijah's ears both perked at the same time. They were hearing screams, painful screams from Hayley. Bonnie could tell that something was off. "What? What are you hearing?"

Elijah tried to cross into the property again and Klaus startled to crackle in anger. "I am going to torture that witch in ways my father has done to me."

Very quickly, their voices started to tune out and Bonnie turned to the house. The lights were blinking on and off, clear signs of witchery. She closed her eyes and glared at the sky, channelling all of her energy into the barrier the witch had placed. "Fracturam confractus lacrimam evanescet." Lightning began to crackle and even rain started to drip down. All Bonnie could think about was those children down in the city hurrying to get to safety from the sudden weather. The music stopping, the laughter stopping. All she could think about was Hayley suffering at the expense of her happiness. "Fracturam confractus lacrimam evanescet."

The fire started somewhere, Bonnie wasn't sure. She could smell the char, see the faint light in her closed eyes. But she didn't care. Her goal was to get in and help Hayley, save Hayley. So when the ground began to quiver, Bonnie's eyes flew open with anticipation. She flickered her wrist, fracturing through the barrier spell, crawling herself through. She felt the small pocket open and walked with power through it, not wavering as she charged for the house. Both Mikaelson's flanked behind her, equal rage radiating off them as the thunder continued to clap.

Bonnie flicked her wrist again, opening the door. She might have splintered every other door, but she didn't care.

*

Hayley tried to kick at the girl as she neared with the small vile weapon but it was futile. Before the witch could spear it through her stomach, she froze at the sounds of doors booming open. The girl cursed, tucking away the dagger and switched it for a liquid vile. Hayley's nose flared, scenting the blood. The witch started to chant quickly, tipping the small jar over Hayley. The sticky putrid blood glided across the wolf's body as she said, "Liez ce cœur à ce sang."

*

As Bonnie entered the manor, the screams, the pain, the agony was more evident. Hayley's scream was echoing down the halls—from the kitchen. They walked so fast, it was almost like they teleported there.

As Klaus and Elijah charged for the witch, Bonnie gasped as she took in the teenager's girl features. It was one of the witches from her vision. Red rage, blinding fury tore through Bonnie's eyesight as she carved out magic from the air, breaking a bone from the witch.

Elijah reached for Hayley, who was whimpering in pain on the floor, all bloody with blood that wasn't hers. Before Klaus could reach for the witch, Bonnie was already there, grabbing her head and slamming it against the counter. This was a part of her she had never seen, never reached for. Bonnie began to scream in the girl's face, the witch now crying as blood trickled from her forehead. Bonnie pulled back and made sure to deliver a thorough backhand. The witch stumbled back and Bonnie noticed a large kitchen knife discarded on the floor. She reached for it, without thinking, and raised it to the girl. But Bonnie completely unaware that this girl was the human vessel the shop lady was speaking about. That if the vessel died, all the ancestral magic bottled up in it would flow to the witches. Bonnie was too caught up in the moment, too angry to realize what she was doing, to realize she was about to kill a human child.

Thankfully, before she brought the knife down on her, a certain vampire had flitted into the kitchen, holding Bonnie back. Her skin became hot, her heart almost erupting in rage. The vampire pushed Bonnie to the corner of the room and she recognized the face—Marcel.

He reached for the witch girl, whispering, "Davina," with evident pain on his face but Klaus had already beaten him to it. He grabbed the girl by the hair, holding her up. Elijah had already escaped with Hayley and Bonnie struggled to dampen the urge to kill something.

As the room settled, Klaus chuckled lightly under his breath. "Well, well, well."

~

"Oh. Hang on, hang on. I'm gonna get a real drink. No bourbon. I'm secure enough in my masculinity. Vodka's boring, rum's too tropical. Ooh. Tequila. You do not want to see me on Tequila. What about gin? Is that weird?"

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