Kai opened his eyes slowly, making sure not to move and wake Bonnie. To be honest, the night before was a bit of a blur. The morning, however, was very vivid. He was more aware then ever of her warm body next to his, the sweet sound of her rhythmic breathing, and now he had memories touching her, kissing her, taking her.
There was no coming back from that. He was hoping Abby wasn't going to make this a long stay because now that they'd opened this particular door, there was no shutting it. Whatever desires he'd felt before and was able to mute, he could now feel in their entirety, and there was no calming them, no suppressing or denying them, no more willingness to "wait."
It was the line they hadn't crossed. Kai had hoped to, of course, just not yet, not until they were more comfortably settled and he'd won over Abby's good graces. And he'd somehow clipped Bonnie's growing dependence on Fredericka.
When he'd reached out to her from Hades, Kai had never expected her to bring him back by a mirror. A part of him wished he'd asked Tiresias exactly how he'd return and what all options he had, because Kai had done some of his own research into the Bennett sisters, and he was most definitely not a fan.
He'd laid out his whisk, metal bowl, and some ingredients for his citrus marinade, and while he knew he had all that he needed, he was still panicking. He was going to meet Abigail Bennett-Wilson for the first time tomorrow and he was fairly certain that even though she was a vampire, she was going to hate him.
Kai hadn't dated much before his imprisonment in 1994, and during the little dating he had done, he'd never won over a mother. So now he stood in their kitchen, hands in his hair, heart racing as he impulsively thought of everything Abby might hold against him.
He didn't have his own car yet because he'd just gotten back from Hades and money was tight. The tightness of money meant they could only afford one couch and recliner. The flat screen TV they owned was secondhand (much like a lot of things in this house), and it had a slight crack in the lower right corner. The dishes were a cheap glass set from Target; the kind you pick up because it's sitting on the clearance rack between the grocery section and an aisle entirely dedicated to hipster water bottles. Bonnie was picking up the guest towels from a dollar store, which were most likely to fray and fade after one cycle in the wash.
And on top of all this, he was a killer. Four siblings and a coven sent to the grave. Kai was absolutely certain Abby was going to hate him.
It was strange how quickly and easy it was to settle into their new routine. At first, it was all about driving to school together every morning, bickering over who would cook dinner or do the dishes, reminding each other to do their homework, applying for part-time jobs, arguing over whether to order a king-sized or queen-sized bed for the guestroom, whether or not the third room should be a gym or study, bickering about what color the living room furniture should be.
Things settled more quickly than Bonnie expected; Kai proved to be a more than capable chef with a particular talent for Greek cuisine. Bonnie eventually stopped complaining having to load and unload the dishwasher. They settled on a queen-sized bed for the guestroom (the mattress set was used, but they swore not to tell their guests about that), and they figured with all the mirrors and magic Bonnie was getting into, the third room might as well be a "study".
Kai decided to major in finance while Bonnie decided to follow her Grams' footsteps in Occult Studies. Kai landed an internship with a tax office while Bonnie got a part-time job at a local candle shop. Their days were filled to the brim with classes, work, chores and errands, and by night, they simply collapsed into their king-sized bed, confident they'd done a hard day's work.
And while they'd slept beside each other since day one, they weren't sleeping with each other. In fact, since that single close-mouthed kiss, Kai had done nothing else untoward, had made no other move. But to the casual observer, they were practically a married couple, answering each other's phone calls promptly and without fail, and using endearments like "sweetie" and "honey".
Kai darted about the dorm, eyes wide and bright with awe. He finally paused and closed them, taking a deep breath and savoring the air.
"You have no idea how good it is to be back," he sighed. "The thought of spending eternity down below was enough to drive me bonkers."
Bonnie was still in denial. There was no way it could be that simple to bring someone back from the dead. It seemed wrong, somehow, a cruel cheat that a mirror of all things should have the ability. And that a person should a own such a thing, and have that much power.
Bonnie's mind began to spiral, unravel, as she gave into silent panic. In the back of her mind, she'd felt a chill upon meeting and getting to know Fredericka. Every new story about the two sisters had creeped her out more than the last. Bonnie knew it was just the beginning, just a tip of the iceberg, but she had a terrifying feeling that what the Bennett sisters had done back in the 16th century had gone far, far beyond just mirrors and manipulation.
Kai was oblivious to her quiet implosion. Ever the plucky chatterbox, he simply babbled on.
"The main man downstairs? Not a friendly dude. Hates it when people skip out on the check, if you know what I mean. He's actually got a guy pushing a rock up a hill for fucking eternity simply for attempting to do what I just did." He finally turned and laid eyes on Bonnie. "Or rather...what you just did."
Bonnie forced herself to remain calm, drawing deep, slow breaths and maintaining a steady voice.
"A deal's a deal, Kai," she reminded him. "I brought you back. Now, let's go get my mom."
That single hour of talking with my ancestor was more informative than all the time I spent learning from Grams. Fredericka is nothing like Grams; in fact, she and her sister Angelica were everything Bennetts are told not to be. No wonder they never came up in conversation.
They learned about the Craft from their mom while they were growing up with their parents in England. It's possible they were the very first witches in our family to have the name "Bennett". Their dad was a baker and their mom a seamstress. Their mom taught them all about sewing and embroidery, and the different fashions from the different countries in Western Europe. Angelica really liked French fashions. She hoped to marry a Frenchman and move back with him to France.
But her mother had different ideas entirely. Her hope was to train her daughters to be handmaidens to a wealthy Englishwoman. She believed that witches needed to avoid calling attention to themselves at all cost. They needed to be humble and friendly, and stay out of sight.
I told Fredericka about my life here in Mystic Falls. She was admittedly disgusted. She said, "If Bennett women are still playing servants and best friends in the 21st Century, we have a serious problem."
See back then, Bennett blood was a lot stronger than it is now. They wanted to be rich. They wanted to have servants, not be servants. So Angelica began creating the first of the Seven Mirrors to give them an advantage. She wanted to speak their dead ancestors to gain more knowledge.
Turns out, to create a mirror which allows speaking to the dead, all one needs is the blood of a vampire.
Needless to say, Damon can be a very giving person when you spike his bourbon.