To Love A Sociopath

dreams, hopes and flowers

Bonnie couldn't sleep. There was a heavy tension in the room because deep down, she convinced herself that Kai was keeping something from her. She didn't sleep a wink, and it wasn't his snoring that kept her up.

Bonnie stood up, sighing heavily. She opened the door of the darkroom and wandered down the halls. She found herself approaching Hayley's lit-up room. Bonnie knocked only once before pushing the door open.

Hayley was seated on a rocking chair, a book in one hand and a hand on her stomach. Rebekah was sprawled all over the bed, legs crossed over each other and magazine in hands.

Bonnie shut the door and Hayley pleaded, "Please kick her out. I've had to hear her complain about the shades of nail polish and hair highlights for the past hour."

"It's a true crisis and handy for future references. What if I stumble upon red liquid and can't tell if it's blood or not? The shade helps," Rebekah scoffed, flipping the page dramatically.

"Don't you have vampire scents for that? Or is that just wolves?"

"Just wolves," Rebekah hissed and Hayley shook her head. She muttered something about not every aspect has been heightened for vampires.

Bonnie chuckled at the banter, nearing the bed. "Well, this is a friendship I wasn't expecting."

Hayley actually laughed. "Friendship? Are you sure that that sociopath isn't getting to your head?"

Bonnie had the urge to flip her off but refrained herself. Who knew the temper a pregnant wolf would have if offended. Rebekah shut the magazine rapidly, tossing it aside. Her gaze fixed on Bonnie with curiosity. "How does sleeping with a sociopath feel? I've had my fair share of psychopaths, lunatics, and maniacs. I heard sociopaths have a distinctive flavour. But I doubt you taste them the way I do," she added a wink. Yes, Bonnie didn't have fangs to taste her partner but the other ways...

Bonnie felt her body heat and shucked a pillow at Rebekah's face. "Shut up. Kai is fine—amazing in bed actually."

"But?" Hayley had set her book down as well, focused on Bonnie.

She sighed, contemplating telling them. "I think we've reached the point of the relationship where I am paranoid about everything he does."

Rebekah snorted. "I had to rip you two apart to prevent you from killing each other at that Gemini building." She was referring to the day when Bonnie recovered her memories and discovered what Kai did. "I think you guys have reached a lot of points in your relationship."

"Wait what?" Hayley said with curiosity. "You guys tried to kill each other? You guys seem so...lovey...dovey."

"It's a long story." A painfully long one too. Bonnie didn't know if she wanted to open up those scars again.

Hayley gave a pointed glare to the dark sky. "It looks like we have all night." Bonnie caved in, starting right from the beginning and not missing out on a single detail. "That is the most corrupt relationship backstory I have ever heard of," Hayley scoffed to herself.

"It's honestly kind of hot. Like he literally sacrificed everything for you," Rebekah shrugged.

"That's not how I want it. What's the point of living when everyone I care about is gone? One person is not enough to sustain a human," Bonnie tried to justify.

Rebekah picked at her nails patiently. "We are not alike then. I am worth countless dollars, jewels even. If a man doesn't sacrifice at least his firstborn child for me, I don't want it. Unfortunate for Marcel."

"Wait a minute," Hayley and Bonnie said at the same time, eyes wide. "You and Marcel?"

Rebekah shrugged casually, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. "A little fling. Klaus hadn't turned him yet but took him in as a Mikaelson instead. Elijah trained him to be as cold and calculated as us and well....Marcel and I got close. Klaus discovered the growing affection, gave him an ultimatum between becoming a vampire or staying with me. You're aware of the answer. I got punished for my actions with the short sentence of 50 years stuffed in a box."

"But who the hell wants to become a vampire? How do you chose to be a vampire over being with someone you love?" Hayley was saying with utter confusion.

"People like Marcel, people who have been abused by men who stand on pedestals, easily get addicted to the thought of strength and power. And for Marcel, the option tied in with his trauma of being a slave. The choice wasn't about becoming a vampire or being with the one you love. It was finally reaching the top of your dreams, finally being strong enough to defeat your abusers or letting it all sink for the forbidden girl. I didn't hate him for it, I understood."

"Why do I feel like there is some more backstory?" Bonnie cocked her head.

"When I woke from the 50 years and Klaus told me about the whole deal he struck with Marcel, I was angry at first. But then I realized why and still accepted my feelings for him. Klaus didn't like that and tried to tell me that Marcel was toying with me. I ignored him because as an older brother, I knew it was his job to be overprotective. And it was in moments like these where I feared for what Klaus might do. Because no matter how hard we tried, no matter how hard we tried to embed him in, Marcel wasn't truly one of us. He didn't bleed through the centuries, didn't suffer and love each other as we did. And I feared that one day, Klaus might end him because of his relationship with me. The choice to pick between him and I would have been that quick. But regardless, he set up the perfect plan to shatter our relationship. He gave me a rose pendant and told me that if Marcel didn't try to steal it from me, his intentions were pure. If he did...I would have my answer. I was confused as to why Marcel would want a big, ugly pink rock but took the jewel regardless. I reunited with Marcel and we...we were happy. Best 2 weeks of my life. Because that was all it took, 2 freaking weeks. The jewel was gone. I later found out that Klaus had encouraged Marcel to steal it in exchange for his blood because one of his mates had gotten in a brawl with a werewolf. And that was where I drew the line. I was a Mikaelson, for gods' sakes. To have a small fever-death-curing bottle worth more than I was embarrassing. And it was then that I saw what Klaus was trying to protect me from. Blind love. That type of thing lures you to desirable sleep, lulling you with promises of dreams and hopes and flowers. And before you know it, it's suffocating you with a pillow."

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