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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Sons_of_Anarchy, The_Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bonnie_Bennett/Jax_Teller, Donna_Winston/Opie_Winston, Gemma_Teller
      Morrow/John_Teller
  Character:
      Jax_Teller, Bonnie_Bennett, Gemma_Teller_Morrow, John_Teller, Tig_Trager,
      Chibs_Telford, Opie_Winston, Donna_Winston, Caroline_Forbes, Tyler
      Lockwood, Matt_Donovan, Elena_Gilbert, Damon_Salvatore, Stefan_Salvatore
  Additional Tags:
      Werewolf_Mates, Witches, Witchcraft, Claiming, Claiming_Bites, Tara
      Bashing, Wendy_Bashing, Cussing, Shameless_Smut, Romance, Women_of
      Supernatural, Horror, Elena_Bashing, Damon_Bashing
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-21 Updated: 2016-03-03 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3837
****** Her Gentle Predator ******
by XenaHime53
Summary
     With her Grams dead because of a family lineage, Bonnie finds that
     not only does she not want to do magic anymore - she doesn't feel at
     home in Mystic Falls. Contacting her dad, she moves to Charming and
     the idea of normalcy escapes her when she finds herself the soulmate
     of a werewolf by the name of Jax Teller. When her past from Mystic
     Falls is in danger as well as the Sons - which one will she help?
     Will she pull a Tara and run away or will she stay with the Sons and
     leave the young naive girl that she once was in the past?
***** Chapter 1 *****
Moving her head a beautiful and petite African American young woman with olive
green eyes, a heart-shaped face and black straight hair groaned and stretched
as she got out of her seat on the plane. Her clothes were styled in what could
only be described as gypsy chic with a bit of a hippie trend and was dressed in
a casual manner with a nice black top and faded black jeans that showed off her
nice physique from her height of 5'2" with small earrings.
The beautiful girl sighed as she went to grab her bag from the little space
over it that she couldn't give a damn to recall what it was actually called,
cursing her small height and smiled with gratitude when a woman helped her. She
just left the place where she was born, the place where she was raised and all
for what?
Because she couldn't handle Mystic Falls anymore?
No.. it was more then that. It was not being appreciated by the people she
cared for. Being stepped on and mocked, not being talked to until they needed
her to magically fix something .. and while she liked being needed she wasn't
about to lose herself trying to prove herself to Elena.
She was sick of Mystic Falls, sick of feeling as though she wasn't good enough,
and sick of magic all together. All it did was get possessed by Emily, bit by
Damon who Emily did something to piss off, kidnapped and had lost her grams.
Still, the features of almond brown eyes, coco brown skin, and curly long hair
made Bonnie want to cry.
The one person that understood her, cared for her no matter what.. She knew she
should have tried harder to convince get Grams to wait to open the tomb so
Stefan and Damon could get out. The look of Elena's pleading doe eyes made her
want to kick herself now.
How much would she sacrifice of herself in the name of Elena of she stayed? It
felt wrong.. like she was a coward and not standing by her friends like they
needed her to be right now.. but then again when was the last time they were
there for her? When was the last time she felt safe? Felt happy?
The upbeat and positive person she once was - was gone. She wanted nothing to
do with the magic that only drew her to loose more. So, she shoved down the
many heroine tendencies she knew she had and called her father for help, who
even though he wasn't really in her life because the magical gene on her
mother's side, had convinced Bonnie to come with him in Charming, California
that was exactly 2,231 miles.
At the population of 14,679 and even though Bonnie was coming from one small
town to another one, she couldn't help but feel that life was going to change..
or at least she hoped. She wanted to at least pretend to be a normal teenager
and finish her senior year without drama. She knew she would miss Caroline, but
with a promise of calls almost everyday, understood that she needed time.. that
she didn't feel like Mystic Falls as her home anymore.
Sad little truth, but it didn't matter to her. She was living with her father
now, she was going to go to school and do her best, with normal problems like
any other normal girl. Her father was going to help her, and while she packed
her grimoire, she promised to herself that she wasn't going to use it. She made
every excuse she could to justify herself for bringing it before she just have
up all together.
She brought it just in case she guessed because even though she didn't want to
use magic, she just wanted to have it. She couldn't leave it behind to collect
dust or get stolen. As much as she hated being controlled by the spirits, by
magic and everything that came along with it. She couldn't find it in her to
completely get rid of it in her life.
Bonnie smiled to herself when she saw her father. He didn't seem to really
change and he gave her a look that was somewhere between loving and
cautiousness, "Are you ready?"
She saw the words that he meant to say. Was she ready to not only go to school
in a different state? Was she ready to leave her old life behind? Was she ready
to be and act what he wished for her all along?
Normal?
Bonnie hesitated at first, the feeling coming back again that she was running
away, before she gave a determined nod. It took her a while, more then she
would like to admit but she was strong enough to live for her self.
Nobody would know she was a witch, nobody would know she had suffered because
she will be happy and instead of stressing over magical creatures she was going
to stress over boys, and the next school test.. maybe she would even start
cheer leading again?
It was time for Bonnie to live for Bonnie.
"Good to see you again, dad."
..
A blonde haired, blue eyed, tanned skinned, muscular teenager stopped gazing at
what his father was doing, fixing a motorcycle he was working on at Teller-
Morrow's garage that evening as a pull pulsated through his gut. A longing look
flashed in his eyes along with a mix of hunger.
For all this time of waiting, of not feeling like he was complete.. it was all
replaced with a primal instinct to find the one person to complete him.
She was finally here.
His mate.
He had to look around the parking lot, the evening darkness didn't hinder his
eyesight or his senses. He couldn't hear another heart beat besides his
parents, his, and the others inside but looked like anyways because her scent -
a combination of roses, lilac, sage and vanilla - hit his senses like a fright
train.
"I know that look." His father, John Teller, gave him a teasing look, "She is
finally here, isn't she?"
His mother, Gemma Teller, watched with a tight smile as Jax nodded with excited
enthusiasm, "You are lucky tomorrow is Sunday, young man." She may not like the
idea of her now only living son growing up so fast, and she might actually blow
her brains if it was Tara the girl who tried to tie down Jax and pull him away
from his family.. if his mate tried that.. She just hoped her son's mate wasn't
a vampire.
Jackson turned to his mother in confusion before looking at his father, who
pretended he didn't hear anything. He knew it wasn't Tara, his ex girlfriend
that caused him nothing but problems lately, the scent was different from
anything he came a crossed. "What does she mean?"
His father gave him a dry look that left no question that he was questioning
his son's sanity before softening the look as he remembered when he first
sensed his mate the scent of her overwhelmed his thoughts, "You didn't really
think we wouldn't track her down, would you?"
Jax smiled and that night he didn't sleep well. What did his mate look like?
How old was she? Was she at least in high school? He shook his head at the
thoughts before smiling and falling asleep.
Tomorrow can wait.
..
Bonnie's head moved slightly as she slept, the black silk sheets seemed to feel
as if they hugged her close. The pressure of the heat engulfing her.. wait a
second, those were hands. Bright green eyes widened when they connected with
the baby blue orbs of the man on top of her with the sheets providing a barrier
between them. Questions all but left her mind when she saw the pantie-dropping
smirk on his face that had blonde tresses and tanned skin. He was about her
age, seventeen almost eighteen and while she was no Elena or Caroline she found
it hard to breathe as she gazed at him.
God she hoped he wasn't a vampire, he felt so good above her.. as if she
belonged in his arms. His touch wasn't giving her a cold feeling like it did
when she accidentally touched Stefan to give him Elena's number.
"Hello, Darlin'." Any brain cells that she had left melted at his thick, husky
Irish accent. He seemed to smirk at her incapability to speak, seemingly
knowing exactly what he was doing to her and enjoying it. His hand went to play
with her silky, curly black hair as he leaned closer to her and asked softly,
"What's your name?"
"Bonnie." She struggled to get control of herself and she didn't know why but
his scent was driving her crazy. What the hell was going on exactly? "My name
is Bonnie Bennett."
She saw him pull back and paused to look into her eyes, she couldn't read his
face but she was now thankful that she could breath. "Bennett, hm?" He tilted
his head slightly to the side, studying her, "Your a witch."
Bonnie's eyes widened, how did he-
"Don't worry, my little witch." His concentrated look on his face softened at
whatever was on hers, "My name is Jackson Teller. Your safe with me, I promise.
I am not a vampire, rest assured, and now I understand how and why you pulled
me into your dream to see you."
Bonnie raised an eyebrow at him. She pulled him in her dreams? He must have
seen the confused look she was giving because he continued on, "I may not be a
vampire but that doesn't mean I am not a supernatural creature, you are my
mate. My only true mate since my kind only mate with one person."
He kept talking about being mated to her.. as if he was going to breed her and
while the thought made her a little wet even though she didn't know why, she
found herself being discomforted by such a thing. She didn't even know what he
was!
This was moving too fast, she was still a virgin for god's sake! But her
arousal seemed to make her head spin and his answering growl and golden flecks
in his eyes made all her thoughts drift out of orbit. "You like that? You like
the very idea of being mine? I am fighting with the urge to mark you and your
arousal isn't fucking helping at all! It's so pure, such a sweet sent."
He said the last sentence, the statement, with a low sexy growl before he
seemed to catch himself and rolled off of her before yanking the sheets off of
her to see that she was wearing short baby blue pajama shorts and a white tank
top that didn't help much since it showed off her natural almost D cup size to
him. "Damn, your sexy."He bit his lip, baby blue eyes alittle dark with lust as
he shook his head, "How you are still a virgin I will never know but I have got
to say I am glad."
Bonnie whimpered at how sexy he was, he made her feel, and how warm he was
toward her skin, "Shh, Baby..." He smiled, lips almost contracted to hers,
"I've got you. Where are you from, Bonnie?"
"A small town named Mystic Falls in Virginia." She said after shivering at how
he purred her name.
"Moved from a small town to another small town, interesting.." He looked at her
closely, she almost seemed depressed or so- "May I ask, why you left?"
"I.." Bonnie gulped and stuttered, "I didn't belong there anymore.. Basically
moved here to Charming with my dad who isn't supernatural because my Grams died
and people there want me to be put in harms way to keep saving a friend who
doesn't care if I had lived or died." She paused feeling his grip on her
tighten, "..Jackson?"
"Call me Jax, sweetheart and no matter what, I would never let you get hurt and
if you did I would kill the person or creature slowly and painfully." He stared
into her eyes before looking down at her lips and lightly scratching it with
his nail, not enough to hurt but enough to get a small mark on her so the beast
in him would be happy with not marking her yet.
He knew who she was by her last name, knew what she was. He had alittle
darkness inside of him.. but with his gentle actions towards her, how his claim
on her gave her shivers, and the mystery of what type of creator he was - she
found that as his lips touched hers and kissed her like she had never been
kissed before - she found that at least for now, she didn't really mind.
...
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The sky began to slowly lighten into a lighter shade of blue, swirling above
one of many houses within the town of Charming,California. Birds took flight
through the air in a series of dips and dives, a chipper yet eerie tune
emitting from their beaks as the sun shone through the clouds. Within a room of
a two story white house, a low, exhausted groan reverberated through the air as
a dark head of curly hair peaked out from underneath the zebra printed sheet
and when breathtaking green eyes opened, the young human instantly regretted
doing such a thing. The bright luminescent light that shone from the heavens
broke through the white lacey curtains that were doing a horrendous job at
protecting her from it, but surprisingly when she lazily pulled her body up
with her hand to cover her eyes.. for the first time in what seemed like
forever, she woke up feeling refreshed.
There was no hint of irregular breathing from a nightmare or that of exhaustion
because of the complicated spell that she was forced to do the night before.
There was no rush to get dressed to eat anything that looked good on the menu
that the only restaurant in town had as her stomach twisted unhappily in
protest. Bonnie tried to blink away the blurriness that assaulted her vision,
and took a second to remember the dream she had last night and of the teenager
named 'Jax'.
"I may not be a vampire but that doesn't mean I am not a supernatural creature,
you are my mate. My only true mate since my kind only mate with one
person.."Bonnie didn't know what he meant by that. There was something about
this handsome stranger that made her feel both weary and protected, fighting
for dominance as they pulsed through her veins. He knew of the supernatural,
had admitted it with ease and had giving the clue that his kind only having one
mate… She didn't know what to make out of such a dream, out of someone being so
interested in her instead of magic that she inherited from her ancestors. Hell,
she didn't even know if the dream was a real occurrence like her previous
dreams with Emily or simply that of her imagination.
Bonnie's beautiful bright green eyes locked on her laptop that was on her desk,
mocking her with the all knowing information it possessed before she forced
herself to crawl out of bed to sit within the plush desk chair before drawing
up her Google Homepage. There are some things that her grimoire that she
received from her Grams didn't reveal, and this was one of those things. The
young man that she could guess was about her age, Jaxshe recalled that he
introduced himself as, surely wasn't a vampire and he did not gave off the
feeling of a witch.. er, warlock?
Either way, it looked like she would just have to find out one way or another.
…
When the sun rose in Charming, Bonnie wasn't the only one with thoughts about
the dream last night. Jackson 'Jax' Teller sprung into action as he quickly
maneuvered from his bed and ran down to the kitchen, bypassing his brother
Thomas with only a 'good morning'. An exhilarated smiled curved on his lips as
he sneakily stole his mother's coffee from her grasp. He smiled wider at the
dry look that she aimed in his direction; though it was flawed by her curious
smile, "What's gotten into you, Jackson?"
"Nothing ma, just had a really good dream last night.." Gemma's eyebrow raised
before she gave a grin of her own and snagged her cup back from her all too
cheeky oldest son.
"Well then, you can get your own cup of coffee as you tell me what dream you
had." She suggested mockingly with a curious glint in those brown eyes of hers,
putting emphasis on her words as she waited patiently for her son to speak as
he poured himself a cup of coffee with a smug expression etched upon his face.
and stirred the sugar in before speaking, and no matter how hard she tried
Gemma couldn't keep the surprise she felt out of her eyes. A Bennett was her
son's mate (thank heaven for small miracles and that she wasn't a vampire)
Gemma couldn't help but absentmindedly ponder upon just how experienced she was
in the art, as such Gemma had no doubt that little 'Bonnie' had the power to
back up the famous 'Bennett Feistiness'. Maybe when the time came, Gemma could
teach her what she knew with the objective to get closer to the young girl that
would one day become her daughter-in-law. The older woman shook her head just
as her husband walked into the kitchen with a bemused look on his face, most
likely remembering just what their dream had been before they first met each
other. John most likely heard everything, and she had no doubt that Thomas
heard as well.
She aimed John a look that he knew all too well, a look that demanded that they
find Bonnie soon.
After all, who were they to say no to his son's happiness?
….
When Bonnie typed in a simple 'Supernaturals that have one mate', she rolled
her eyes with only half seriousness as the TV Show 'Supernatural' came up all
over the place, and while she thought Dean was drool worthy and badass - she
knew she couldn't linger. There was 'Vampires: Supernatural... Scary Just Got
Sexy!' and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. There was nothing sexy about
Vampires that had no regard for your life or anyone else's except for a human
girl that was too high and mighty to live anyways.. God, this was exactly like
fucking Twilight… and as much as she was pained to admit it, was more Caroline
than she could handle right now due to the distance that kept the both of them
apart.
Going back to the search input quickly to shake away her thoughts, she
backspaced when she put in and thought for a second. Deciding that 'Animals
that have one mate for life' was a good idea to start with. She clicked a link
and there were some she didn't know mated for life like Swans, French
angelfish, Albatrosses among a grew they gave but while it was interesting to
find out about these animals it didn't help her until she got to one of them
that seemed to click off a switch.
Side by side the pair of gray and white wolves were taunting her as if they
held the key to all of her confused thoughts about Jax. Her grimoire that she
kept hidden from her dad said nothing about werewolves but what if it was still
true..? What if they existed? Were witches and vampires the only things out
there .. and what if werewolves weren't alive? The grimoire mentioned a few
times that there were 'mindless beasts' but that's as far as it went in that
subject and it didn't tell you what it was exactly.. Gosh, this all sounded
like a horrible remake of Harry Potter that just couldn't measure up.
"Bonnie, are you up?" Her dad's voice echoed from the other side of her door
and she had to attempt to smother a groan of frustration that fought to break
free from the confinement of her lips. She had more questions now than what she
started with after all; before calling out that she was up as she saw the door
handle give a slight hesitated twist before deleting the history quickly and
pulling herself out of the chair to get dressed for the day.
Bonnie needed to go shopping today as her clothes would have be fine this time
of year in Mystic Falls but with the climate change to Charming; there had to
be adjustments made. Pursing her lips together, Bonnie chose a pair of faded
black shorts, and dark gray grumpy shirt that had the cute dry expression on
it's face with "If you're happy, go to hell!" printed on it. She slipped on her
black flip flops on her feet after brushing her hair and putting it up in a
ponytail before heading downstairs for coffee.
She felt different today, and Bonnie was certain that a part of it had
something to do with her dream and everything to do with Elena or one of the
Salvatore's banging on her door to be dragged into helping with something that
didn't even involve her. Maybe, just maybe, she could see why her dad wanted
her to at least pretend to be a normal person, but she wasn't. Magic was apart
of her, apart of her DNA, that was the main reason why she refused to get rid
of it altogether from her life. To cut out the only thing that still tied her
to her Grams besides memories. Something was going to happen today, she could
tell by the shift in the air and even though she knew she shouldn't get her
hopes up…
She hoped it had something to do with Jax, something she was able to admit even
if it was to herself. That boy set her on fire with one look, one well placed
word and even though she knew it could just be a dream.. she hoped that he
wasn't just what her logic was telling her. Hoped and prayed to God above he
wasn't dangerous even when he claimed her as mate. She was fatigued with it all
though; Bonnie knew she didn't have much experience surviving within the
supernatural world. It was by sheer dumb luck that she was able to escape the
threatening things thus far.. but the constant feeling of being alone that
enveloped her in it's tight had all but reseeded when she was in his arms. Even
if it was a dream, Bonnie felt something she hadn't felt in a long time.. Since
her Grams was alive and there to be with her..
Safety.
She just couldn't help but silently ponder just how long it would last.
Chapter End Notes
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