Indecent Liaisons-NC-17 (Part 1/3)

[angryzen]

Title: Indecent Liaisons
Author: angryzen
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Tyler/Bonnie
Timeline: This fic runs parallel to 3.14's Dangerous Liaisons. It's set in canon, so Forwood is a factor.
Summary: The night of the Originals' ball finds Bonnie taking a walk to clear her head of her problems. She stumbles upon Tyler who is desperately trying to break Klaus' sire bond, only to suffer a disappointing setback when he learns Bill, who was supposed to mentor him, is dead. Could this be what actually sets him free? What follows is a story about two teenagers, one more lost than the other, coming together and exploring a different use for the banes of their existence, their powers.

Kink(ish? I'm not a pro at writing kink, so I don't mean to set any high expectations of how detailed you'll judge these kinks to be): Dom/Sub, pain.

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She wasn’t conscious of the steps she took. It was almost like her dreams. Her legs carried her. She followed the path from her dreams, but whether it was the ones featuring the coffins or the ones featuring the tombstones, she wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. Because she wandered. She just wanted to walk it off. She was stifled at home, even more than when it was just her and her father if that could be believed. There were too many things unsaid between her and her mother. Too much understanding, too many similarities, too much adjusting. The worst part was the impending aftermath. The coffin was now open. She could leave. She’d done what Bonnie wanted her to, so she could return to her life. That was Bonnie’s plan; how she saw the situation playing out; it was what she had prepared herself for. She doesn’t want her mother getting any other ideas. She doesn’t want to get any other ideas. They’re strangers, and it would be easier if they remained that way.

She found him because she thought someone was in danger. First there was the whimper, like a hurt animal, then came the roar, then the painful, heart-stopping scream. The human scream. Alarmed that someone might be getting torn to shreds, she ran toward the threat.

And ended up in a cave, looking at Tyler Lockwood tightly curled and naked. Her attempts at getting his attention, at getting him to tell her who had done this to him, were met with grunts and disturbing twitches.

Moments later he collected himself and struggled to his feet, the large metal chains rattling as he did. He turned, and Bonnie perused the length of his drenched body before furrowing her lips and looking up. He was semi erect.



Out of breath and exhausted, he asked her what she was doing there, and then he started retching.

Bonnie flinched and grimaced. He looked and sounded horrible. “I was just...walking. So...you did this to yourself? It’s not a full moon.”

“I’m forcing myself to change. I’m trying to break Klaus’ sire bond.”

Sounding unconvinced, she asked, “Is that possible?”

A rush of annoyance forced his answer out. “I don't know, but I have to do something. I tried to kill Caroline.”

Bonnie was too tired to even frown at his brusqueness. “I heard. I’m sorry.”

Calming down just as quickly as he had gotten riled up, he answered her. “Me too. About...what I just said....or how I said it. I've been at this for days. I'm supposed to wait for Mr. Forbes to come, but I thought I'd just do it in the meantime.”

Bonnie cursed the fact that she had to be the one to deliver the news. She was supposed to be getting away. “Tyler.” She took a deep breath and pressed on. “Mr. Forbes won't be coming.”

Nothing was said as he waited for her explanation, but part of him already gleaned the obvious from her tone. It wasn’t that Mr. Forbes had changed his mind. The slackness of her face told him as much. There was only one thing to ask. “What the hell happened?”

Because he was at a lost for how the guy could die after surviving a mauling from him.

Bonnie inhaled again and wiped her palms on her jeans for lack of anything else to do. Her eyes fixed on the hard and uneven cave ground as she told him what she knew. “I’m not sure. He had vampire blood in his system, and then he was stabbed, and he chose not to transition. Caroline could barely talk, so.... And I just haven't had a chance to see her.”

But Tyler heard beyond the last words. She was remorseful. It's not that circumstance hasn’t let her see Caroline. It's that she's chosen not to see her. “Why not?”

Bonnie caught the judgment. That he would ask at all instead of simply accept her answer made her look him in the eyes.
"Because I can't," she said, her voice rough. "I just can't. I'm tired. I have a lot going on. And I need some time before I can be there for her. She has Elena," she finished softly.

The chains clinked quietly when Tyler unwittingly flexed his wrists, as if to underscore Bonnie’s heavy confession. He couldn't be there for Caroline either. Not without messing things up it seemed. And with Bill now gone, taking whatever help he could provide with him, he wasn't sure how long it would be before he could be there for her without adding to her distress. He sighed and became dispirited as his fortune hit him. He was chained up in a cave in the middle of civilization yet completely alone (another vampire holding spot owned by the Forbes). Why was he doing this? What if it didn't work? What was the big deal if it didn’t work? Because he was doing this for one person and one person only. He hated this because of what it did to Caroline. This messed up their ability to be together. With her father now dead and all she'll be dealing with when it comes to that, does she really need him? Does he need to be that involved in her life? What difference does he make? Will something even be missing from her if he's not there?

His energy sapped away before her eyes, and dread filled Bonnie. She was on the periphery of all things concerning him, the siring, Mr. Forbes, and Caroline, but at that moment Tyler looked like he had lost all hope, lost all meaning, and it made her uncomfortable. His shackled arms hung at his sides and his head was down, his eyes on the ground as if asking it for a new meaning. Or give him back the old one.

“I’ll leave you alone,” she said absently. Because again, she couldn’t deal with someone else’s misfortune right now. She needed space to wrestle with her own.

“You don’t have to,” he said, sounding just as absent as she. He put some life in his voice, looked at her and said, “You can stay. If you want.”

“Are you done for the night?”

“Yeah,” he said with a little chuckle. He felt nothing now. The rawness was gone. After every bone in his body broke, and then broke again so that he could come back as a human, he felt no pain. He had healed, and it was as if it never happened. No soreness, nothing. But mentally it was there. His body reacted when he thought about it, his stomach constricting, and his back muscles stretching. For the first time he wondered if he would prefer physical scars left behind to remind him of what he went through every month. Or any time he chose, now.

Bonnie looked around the sparse space. The light fixtures on the walls had gone one century without being used. “There’s nowhere to sit.” A tiny smile appeared on her face. Metaphor for her life. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d....sat down. Really sat down. Relaxed. She was sure it wasn’t that long ago. Before she and Jeremy broke up? When school first started? Or maybe it was farther back, when she spent the summer with her family. It was harder now. When things got going, when she got involved, it was harder to remember the time before, even if it was just one month ago. She couldn’t remember the last time she sat down.

“I made space over there. Deeper to the right.” He now wondered why he’d chosen a location so far away from the entrance, from the light. He brought his hands up.

“I can break the chains for you,” she offered.

Her words hit him hard. If she broke the chains, if he broke the chains, right here and right now, then he could go home, couldn’t he? He could resign himself to his fate and go home. “No, I need them for tomorrow.” Maybe.

While he struggled to undo the restraints, Bonnie found his little alcove. She was thankful she’d worn flat boots, as if she would have worn anything higher for a walk, because she was positive she would have been wobbling by the time she made it to his nook.

Upon seeing his constructed home, she decided he wasn’t one for camping. Not that she’d ever camped. But he had more amenities here than she’d had when she and Jeremy had been secluded at the Witch House, including an air mattress big enough for two. She sat down with a heave and waited, taking in her rocky surroundings. She, Caroline, and Elena had been to this cave once. On the last day of school in eighth grade, they’d trekked to the location, and Caroline had boasted about her family’s property, telling them of the history she’d heard from her mother, emphasizing how old the place was. She’d marveled at the coolness of throwing a party in the cave, and Caroline had latched on to the idea, vowing to make it happen before they graduated high school.

She casted her eyes to the side to keep from looking when Tyler walked over.

He wasn’t embarrassed, and he thought it fruitless to make excuses. He got naked every month. It was ridiculous to act bashful just because someone, an unexpected someone at that, was there. But...he cleared his throat loudly enough to let her know he wanted her attention.

She managed to look straight at his eyes without first making a stop at his crotch, and she counted her blessings for that.

“You’re, uh. You’re sitting on my boxer briefs.”

She gasped and looked down and sure enough a black apparel with red stripes stuck out from under her butt. She got on her knees and made apologies as she handed it to him without looking. Sudden apprehension filled her as death giddily creeped all over her body. A knot tightly wound around her neck as she felt Tyler’s first vicious kill. She drew a sharp breath and ripped her hand back, dropping back on the mattress.

"What?” Tyler asked, unnerved.

“Nothing,” she replied testily. She had been trying to get away from this. She had  forgotten the implications of what he was.

Noting that she wasn’t going to answer any time soon, he slipped on the undergarment, not bothering to turn around because her eyes were closed anyway. He then washed the grime from his hands and forearms with one of his water bottles. When he was done  she had hugged her knees to her chest and was looking at them. He sat next to her and noticed her draw further into herself. “Alright. What is it? What just happened?”

“You’re a vampire. When I touch vampires, I see death. I feel it. Not the most comfortable thing.”

He never thought of himself as a vampire. He was a Hybrid with a werewolf side. Even when he fed, he never thought of his vampirysm. And the way she said it....like it was something unpleasant....he decided to let it go. “That sucks,” was all he said. “Sorry. It’s like a one-time thing?”

She shook her head in the negative. “What happens when you run out of water?” she asked, changing the subject.

“I was hoping to get this done before that happened.”

“Does your mom know you’re here?”

“Yeah. Sort of. I told her I was going away, and I told her it was Klaus stuff, but I didn’t tell her what I was doing. I guess Klaus can still compel that out of her, but....” He never thought the guy would become such a big part of his life.

Damon had told her about Klaus’ new alliance with the Council.

“What are you doing here? Do you always go out for a walk at night?”

“It’s only eight,” she answered. “There’s a ball happening right now at Klaus’ new mansion. Everyone’s there. Dancing. Elena, Caroline, Stefan, Damon, even Matt.”

“Matt? At Klaus’ mansion?”

“It’s being hosted by his mother.”

“His---”

She closed her eyes at how far out of the loop he was and at the things she was saying, at what she had to deal with when she returned home. “I freed his mother. Me and my mom. We freed her.” And she was so very confused. How was the Original mother supposed to help them defeat Klaus, especially since talking to them obviously wasn’t part of her priorities?

“And you’re not invited? I’d think you’d be top of the list for that one.” Maybe that’s why Klaus hadn’t so much as called him. He had family to deal with. Not that his phone was on. He’d turned it off as soon as came to the caves precisely because he wanted to avoid the guy.

“I think my invitation got lost in the mail,” Bonnie said dryly, and he smiled.

“Why did you free his mom?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. It was supposed to help. It was supposed to bring us closer to getting rid of him.” But now it seemed like another problem. “I thought I was being guided; I---” She felt herself choking up and stopped talking. Her vision blurred, but thankfully it cleared and the tears went away. She was tired, mentally more than physically.

Tyler watched her. The fact that he sat a little farther back than her helped. He was in perfect view of her profile. She didn’t seem to notice they weren’t strictly sitting side by side. “Your mom’s here?” He didn’t know anything about Bonnie’s mother other than she’d divorced her dad and Bonnie never spoke of her, all of this according to Matt.

“Yeah. She was supposed to help. She did help.”

“And now....” he prodded.

She inhaled. “And now she can leave,” she said and looked back at him.

“But you don’t want that,” he guessed. He wasn’t one for empathy or reading people, but some things were too obvious.

“I don’t want....to not want that.”

Or not. But he could relate. When his father was still alive, when his family was still whole for better or worse, there were many times when he thought hoping was the worst thing to do. “So you decided to take a walk.”

She smiled. “Yeah. I don’t know how to deal with her. With the fact that she’s back; with what I’ve learned about her; with what I still don’t know about her and what I’m not sure I want to know. I just...”

“Don’t know,” he supplied helpfully.

She smiled again. “Yes.”

He smiled in return. It was the first time there’d been any smiles in his life in weeks. He had smiled when he’d thought Klaus couldn’t control him when it came to Caroline, but that had been fleeting. The excitement and relief had proven to be premature. His smile now, Bonnie’s too, was tired and maybe resigned, but it was genuine.

“How long are you gonna be in here? Now that Mr. Forbes is gone.”

He took a deep breath, a stalling tactic for the fact that he had no idea what his future held. Because upon hearing that Bill was gone, he’d lost track of the point of fighting this. It still hurt like hell every time he transitioned. Four days, and he still wasn’t used to it. “I have no idea.”

Bonnie heard the edge and the bitterness. “Klaus dying should break the sire bond, right? Like when an Original compels another vampire?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about that. I’ve never really thought of him dying. It’s like I can’t. ‘Cause, you know....”

“Right. Doesn’t exactly fall in line with pleasing him.”

“Nope. What about you? What are you gonna do about his mom? And your mom.”

She snorted. “I’m not supposed to be thinking about them right now. That was supposed to be the point of my walk?” she asked pointedly.

“Hey you didn’t have to stay,” he said, leaning back and supporting himself with his elbows.

His hair was mussed and some of it stuck to his forehead. She looked away. She realized a lull was creeping into the conversation. She should probably leave soon.

Tyler studied her form, how she was hunched over. She was looking at the path that led to the entrance, but he knew she wasn’t thinking about anything. He never would have pegged her as full of drama, not even after learning she was a witch, but apparently....

Bonnie practiced in her mind how she was going to make her excuses and leave. Comfortable silence and Tyler Lockwood had never coexisted in her mind. Even though she was enjoying the silence as well as the location, she needed to either get back to her walk or go home. She was about to be polite when he softly grabbed her arm. A chill seized her heart, less intense than the first contact. She turned to look at him, and he took her mouth, his hold turning firm. The increased contact rattled her, but when he started moving his mouth, one thousand years of instinct was overtaken by utter shock. She kissed him back while blinking in confusion.

Coherence returned and she made a protest in her throat and stopped the kiss. She held up the arm he held in a stop motion in case he thought to recapture her mouth.

Tyler creased his lips and waited.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing you.”

She wanted to say something impatient and rude about his obviousness and, she was sure, doucheyness, but she refrained. “What.are you doing?”

“I ruined your walk. I figured I’d give you something else to distract you. Make up for it.”

She scoffed.

“You were kissing me back,” he said defensively.

She shot him a piercing glare. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t need it to.”

She scoffed again, her mouth held open by his frankness.

“Do you?”

No, was her immediate answer, but she easily kept it to herself. She wasn’t surprised by  the self-restraint. And maybe that was her problem? Her ‘getaway walk’ had been anything but long before she had stumbled upon Tyler’s whining. In addition to her mother, she had been thinking ahead on how she could solve the Esther problem: offensive spells, sealing her in the coffin again, maybe a talk with her, definitely a talk with her ancestors to hopefully find out what the heck was going on. She could leave her house, but she carried the problems with her.

Tyler raised his brows as he waited for her answer.

“No,” she said, lifting her chin. “But,” because there had to be a but, “You didn’t ruin my walk.”

“Do you want this?”

Why does he want it? Does it matter? Steeling herself, she decided it didn’t. But before she could do anything, because she had intended to show instead of tell, another wall rose up with a quickness. “What about Caroline?”

He sighed and shifted away from her, pulling his legs up in the way she previously had hers.

Inexplicably, his moving away made her feel bad about herself. She read it as impatience, like he felt he’d wasted his time trying anything with her, and she suddenly felt like she didn’t measure up. And she wished she could have been more spur of the moment, forget responsibilities and loyalties. Irritated with herself and the direction of her thoughts, she hauled herself off the low mattress and stood.

“Caroline and I aren’t anything right now.”

She turned, her hair swinging into her chest, but he wasn’t looking at her.

“We’re having some problems.”

And now, what, he wanted a distraction?

“But,” he stood and put his hands on his hips. “You’re friends with her. I guess you’d have a lot more to explain,” he said, gesturing with his arm and moving his head in a way she’d always found peculiar. It reminded her...of an animal. Like he couldn’t keep his neck straight. She looked down his body to the place where his bulge still stood out.

“Does that always happen?”

Okay now he was embarrassed, because she was looking at his thing dead on. Laughing nervously, he picked up his jacket and covered himself. “Yeah,” he answered, a little bashful.

Bonnie looked at him, with his pursed lips, strong jawline, dark eyes, straight nose, defined cheekbones, and decided to figure the rest out later. She threw caution away, might be throwing everything between her and Caroline away, and removed the jacket. Chucking it on the bed, she grabbed his neck and stretched up for a kiss.

He wanted to question the change in attitude but didn’t, choosing instead to wrap his arms around her. She could deal with her hang-ups later, and if he got tangled in it, fine. He didn’t want to say anything to make her stop.

Bonnie lessened the space between them and put her other hand around his neck. She familiarized herself with the sinewy muscles on his damp shoulders, spreading her fingers to better feel everything. He flattened her against his crotch and grabbed handfuls of her ass, squeezing them generously. Her heart raced at his eager and rough handling. Her movements became frenzied as her hands flew over his shoulder blades. The way he fondled her butt drew her on the tips of her toes, and she held on to his biceps, taking the opportunity to squeeze them, her touch almost pinching. She faintly thought that he’d be protesting the pressure if he was human.

She dropped back onto her heels, and he followed her down. He made the kiss even  more personal, tangling his tongue with hers, and he burrowed his hands under her black leather jacket to fist her sweater.

An alarm whispered through her mind when he started looming over her, almost bending her backward in his attempt to get his fill. He had just transitioned, had transitioned many times before she had found him. Weren’t werewolves supposed to be aggressive? Did being a Hybrid take care of that? The first answer came when he literally growled in her mouth. The sound was so deep and rich and so foreign that she thought it just a memory, her mind making things up, a far away noise, because a human could not sound like that, not without enhancements. Her body responded regardless.

Tyler’s ears were ringing. His body heated up so quick that a fresh sheen of sweat coated it. He felt lightheaded, but that wasn’t enough for him to tear away from her. Each breath she expelled fed the fire inside him while her hands were like a coolant on his scorching skin. She grabbed his hair harder than he expected, and he let out another animalistic sound. She moaned in response and the sound pushed his dick against its barrier.

Bonnie felt him press insistently against her thigh and yanked his hair again, wanting his snarl. He didn’t disappoint. She broke the kiss, and he was about to dive for her neck but she pulled harder, more assertively at his hair and ducked away from his searching lips, because a speck of gold caught her eye. And when he looked at her, inhuman sounds coming out every time he exhaled, his irises were decorated by the rays of the sun. She held him still, amazed, and she wondered how she appeared to him.

Tyler saw her more through his olfactive sense now than through his visual one. She was a tantalizing mass of differing scents, the trace smells of her lotion, her deodorant, her body spray, her skin, all engulfed him but they didn’t throw him off. He had been a confused mess the first time things had heated up between him and Caroline, but now he could search out Bonnie’s arousal amidst all of the aroma hitting him. Her odors made her vibrant; she stood out clearer; she looked more raw, wilder, and he knew these were his instincts, and he wanted more of her; he wanted a closer whiff of everything. He wanted to make her sweat as much as he was sweating so that he could savor that too. Even more appealing, though, was putting his scent all over her body. He wanted skin to skin contact, to press her cooler body against his hotter one. He panted at the image, and the panting turned into heaving. He realized what was about to happen, that his other instinct was going to take over, when his gums started to pulse.

Bonnie’s awe gradually shifted to caution, because the gold became dirty. Blood filled the gold of his eyes, veins made roots under them. Her heart suspended when two pairs of canines bared themselves and he hunched away from her and screamed. She took a step back, acutely aware of every muscle in her body, ready to stop him should he lunge for her.

Tyler’s anger seemed to feed his pain. Four days! Four days he’d been at this shit, and he couldn’t get through kissing?! He put a hand over his mouth while the pain subsided. He wanted to punch through the rock surrounding them. He tried to retreat the canines but found that he couldn’t. Unable to completely close his mouth, he turned to Bonnie.

She took another step back, her hands raised to mid level.

What was it? He’s had sex since becoming a Hybrid. Granted it was once (well it had been more than once in that two hour block the night of the bonfire). He hadn’t freaked out. In fact he had never been more in control.

He looked at the girl standing weary of him and knew she wasn’t it. It was him. Four days of torturing himself. Of being scared to death of that first bone in his ribcage shattering, followed by his taluses fracturing. Sometimes he would lie crying on the grimy floor, dreading having to do it again but determined to break the bond. He was out of whack. Because he was still mentally in the same place he’d been when he’d been just a werewolf. Transitioning hurt like hell. And with Bill dead, he wondered who could even attempt to change his mind.

It didn’t matter how many times he wrecked the very skeleton of his body. His mind dreaded the experience. And maybe that would never change for him. The possibility scared but oddly calmed him. Closing his eyes, he hid his canines.

Bonnie’s heart calmed, and she breathed easier. “Okay,” she said tentatively. “It’s time for me to go. Good luck....with all of this,” she said and made for the exit.

“Wait, what?”

She stopped in her tracks. Was he serious? He sounded completely taken aback. He just had to stop himself from eating her. She did not want to be in for a night, an hour, whatever, of wondering whether he was looking at her “like that” because he wanted her or because he wanted to kill her. Feeling like he wasn’t worth addressing, she continued on her way.

“Bonnie.”

It was as if the command pulled her heart back. Closing her eyes against her body’s ridiculous response, she kept walking.

“Hey!” He ran to her and put a staying hand on her arm, remembering at the last second not to turn her around too roughly.

She became annoyed just the same.

“I’ve got it under control.”

A shocked laugh was her response. “Tyler---”

“What?”

“Let it go.” He was standing too close. Each time he exhaled, his chest brushed her breasts. “Look, get back to your...training or whatever, okay?”

“I told you I was done for the night.”

He still held her arm. “Well I’m still gonna go home.”

“I told you---”

“Now. This time. What about next time?” She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I really don’t want to do this.” She didn’t want to have to be on her guard just in case he lost it. She was supposed to be throwing caution to the wind, not trading one in for another.

“I told you I’ve got it,” he contended testily and there went his mouth straying from his brain. Because he was thinking that she was right. He wanted her to stay, wanted to insist that he could control himself, but he was afraid that if he made a mistake it would be one he wouldn’t be able to come back from. He was afraid he’d either kill her or severely hurt her. But he wasn’t afraid enough to reign in his damn mouth, it seemed.

“Not from what I’m seeing,” she said, raising an eyebrow, knowing that wasn’t going to win her any points. But he seemed intent on not dropping it, so she had to paint him a clear picture of the problem. “I think you’re thinking with the wrong head here,” she said, dropping a meaningful glance at his crotch. Not that she could see it. His chest was still in the way.

“You know, you keep looking at it.”

She played it off with a noise of derision.

“I can show it to you.”

She had never pegged him as intense, not in this context anyway, but right now his eyes seemed darker than usual, his pupils dilated, and the effect delayed her response. He kissed her, and her eyes bulged out of their sockets when he placed her hand square on his erection. She gasped when he made her squeeze it, and she ended the kiss, snatching her hand back in the process, just when he started to make her massage it. She put distance between them and held her smoking hand in a tight ball against her chest, swearing his package was now imprinted on her palm.

And there he stood, his cheeks concave as he grinned proudly, confidently, knowingly. She oughta give him an-----

He walked up and slid her jacket off, flung it back on the mattress, and she complied before remembering herself. He had felt very good, firm, but....“Tyler, if you hurt me I’ll hurt you, and I’d just rather not.”

“What do you mean?” A beat and then his brain caught fire. It was like he was having all of the blinding migraines he would ever have in his lifetime. He grabbed his hair and fell to his knees screaming.

Show, not tell. It was as if she held his brain’s blood vessels in her fist and was popping them like bubble wrap. One at a time. In groups. When he started growling, she stopped, again prepared to handle him should he instinctively retaliate.

Tyler tried to breathe. He had completely forgotten, but the memory now played clearly in his battered brain. The night he’d thrown Klaus’ wake. She’d come in, and he’d passed out. He hadn’t thought about it at all afterward just because...he hadn’t had to.

“That’s what I mean,” she said as she looked at him pitifully. She telekinetically floated her jacket to her and slipped it on.

Tyler caught her pity, pity for him, latched on to it, and rebelled against it. He didn’t want it. He wasn’t something, someone, to feel sorry for. Poor Tyler can’t control himself;  poor pathetic Tyler can’t do anything about what he is so let’s leave him in some damn cave, because he obviously doesn’t know better; “doesn’t know how screwed he is, right?”

He didn’t realize he’d started talking aloud until he found himself on his feet, with her staring at him like she wasn’t ready for the total displacement of his issues onto her. And then as if to fuck with him, as if the universe was throwing him one giant middle finger, his eyes became bloodshot and the veins appeared. Shutting his eyes when what he really wanted to do was tear something to pieces with his bare hands, he turned and pressed his hands against the veins as if to push them away.

Bonnie watched him huff and struggle, sympathetic to his frustration. She did feel sorry for him. She couldn’t help it. She knew what it was like to be desperate for the bad side-effects to go away. And unfortunately for him there was nothing written down on the growing pains of a Hybrid.

She walked past him and removed her jacket for the last time. When she faced him, he watched her carefully. She wasn’t sure how far they could take this. She still thought he needed a dose of realism, and she wasn’t looking forward to his reaction when he freaked out again and she backed off in order to protect herself.

“Stop me.”

She shook her head and said tiredly, “I don’t wanna have to stop you.”

“I didn’t say I’d stop trying.”

Her heartbeat went off track when he sped up to her. Without preamble, he took off her sweater, her tank top, and then ripped her bra. She gasped, “Are you crazy?!”

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Part 2