She felt a static charge come over her body in waves, startling her out of her dream state and sitting upright, rubbing her arms to brush the goosebumps away. She looked to her side and discovered what had woken her; Kai's broken sounds. He grumbled deep in the back of his throat as his fist twisted against the sheets, his breathing harsh. She reached out to touch his chest and felt he was cold and clammy, his heart pounding underneath her palm.

"Kai..." she said weakly, not knowing what to do or how to stop the dreams.

"Hey!" she said louder, putting her other palm against his chest and pushing down. "Wake up, Kai!"

His hands locked around her wrists, his grip tight as she tried to pull away.

She looked at his face and noticed his deep worry lines and ragged breath as he was still lost in a dream. She tried to rip herself free of his grasp but he wouldn't budge.

An idea hit her like a freight dream; her thoughts hovering over it before they drifted off to sleep but now seemed like the best possible option. She vaguely remembered her book of sleep spells she used to read when she first discovered she was a witch. There were countless small sayings you could say to switch a person's dream, see what they were dreaming, or pull them out of one. She wasn't able to do this for herself since it needed to happen while the person was in REM but it may just work on him.

She pushed her hands up until they were around the sides of his neck, closing her eyes and mumbling the saying a few times over, imagining him getting pulled from his dream until she could feel her senses become overwhelmed by vertigo, everything going dark.

I stood in front of a large white house, two-story with a porch wrapping all the way around. It stretched wide in mass over height, the roof a combination of hips and valley's with small windows to peek out through and two chimneys on either side. Overall it seemed like a pretty quaint place. I glanced to my left at the large tree and noticed a treehouse high up near the leaves, the rope hanging down.

"Weird..." I noted, walking over and pulling on the rope.

I climbed the ten notches all the way up, peeking inside at the few random things; comics, waters, but no pillows and blankets, and definitely no Kai. I made my way back down and headed for the house, walking aimlessly through the large rooms and not coming into contact with a single person. I check upstairs and head back down, walking out the backdoor and notice a large white shed off in the distance. I hop off the porch and head towards the back left hand corner of the yard, wondering how no one is home in such a big place.

"Stop!" pierces through my ears, my skin breaking out in goosebumps at the voice I've come so used to hearing.

I run the last fifteen feet to the shed and glance into the window, my breath catching in my throat at the sight.

A teenage Kai is standing in the middle of the shed, shirt off, arms raised and holding onto a metal bar. I watch an older man walk around him in circles, speaking too quietly for me to hear. I look at the door next to me and open it a crack, Kai's yelling drowning out any noise the door or I could have made.

"I'm trying to help you, Malachai," she heard the man that must have been his father say. He stopped in front of him. "You're 16, you should have gotten your powers by now. If they won't come to you naturally, maybe there's a way we can push them out of you from within."

A loud gruff left his lips before gritting his teeth, his father continuing his walk until he ended up behind him.

He raised his hand in front of him and with a flick of his wrist Kai yelled out in pain, his wrist flicking back and causing the same reaction. I squinted to look at his back and my mouth dropped open, deep red slashes were flittered across his raw skin.

"Are you willing to fight for it?"

Two more slash marks magically appeared.

"I said do you have what it takes, Malachai?"

"Yes!"

Another slash mark appeared – deep - and he yelled out in rage.

His father walked back around, bending to be eye level with Kai's slumped posture.

"You need to fight harder, be stronger. Do you want your sister to take you out without any real chance? Do you want to live the rest of your life as this abomination, this monster?"

I heard another sharp crack and a growl deep in his chest, his knuckles and hands white from gripping the bar so hard.

I heard myself whimper, wanting to help him and without a second thought took a step closer, the door creaking with me.

Both stopped and looked over at me, Kai slowly dropping his hands back down and their coven leader giving me a dark look that had me shiver on the spot.

"Josette," he smiled, lifting his hand and gesturing me to come forward. "Come in for a second, would you?"

"No," Kai said in a disgruntled voice, his eyes groggy from his injuries but the fire quickly coming back.

"Oh, not to be alarmed Jo, we're just going to try another test. We've discussed that twins have the strongest connection emotional and magical alike, but nothing we've tried thus far has stuck."

He walked over and grabbed my forearm, pulling me with a bit or urgency into the middle of the room where Kai is standing. He looked up and I reached out instinctively, lifting him from his slouched forward position until he was standing up straight.

"The best way to trigger a response from someone is through pain – physical pain. Agony that makes you feel so white-hot inside that it erupts out of you, a physical force of its own. I believe this is how we will break through to you, Malachai; your pain is what drives you."

I stared at Kai's face and felt my heart thud heavily in my chest, a piece of me feeling true devastation for the person I've gotten to know over the months.

He grabbed hold of my forearm again, Kai's eyes trailing down too.

"Surprisingly, you've come to have a pretty high threshold for physical pain, so I propose we take a break from that today and try something we haven't touched upon in a little bit; mental.

He tightened his grip a fraction and my skin started to burn where his touched mine.

I cried out from the shock, trying and failing to pull my arm out of his grasp.

"Stop it!" Kai yelled, trying to rip his father's hand away from mine and getting blown backwards into the wall, landing on a pile of kid's toys. His father lifted his other hand pulling him back up on his feet and pinned him against the shed, the continuous burning causing  my vision to blur.

"Leave – her alone," he spat through gritted teeth, trying with little success to move forward.

"Both of you concentrate on each other, let your emotional connection fuel your magical connection. Feed off of what you're feeling; the physical and mental anguish."

He gripped my arm tighter and it felt like third degree burns were rushing up my arm, my feet giving out from under me and leaving me gasping.

"You can stop this right now but you have to try harder!"

Kai looked back and forth between his father and I, the fury in his eyes blazing as he tried to break through his magic. He yelled out at the top of his lungs, his entire body shaking through the barely contained rage spilling out of him. As hard as he fought with his strength and whatever concentration he could hold onto, no magic erupted out of him.

With a sad sigh, his father opened both of his hands; the burning dissipating and Kai collapsing back down onto the toys.

"How do you expect to lead this coven, when you can't even fight for yourself or your sister?"

He took a few steps toward him, towering over him at this angle.

"You're weak, Malachai, and you will lose."

He turned back towards me to speak but was close-lined to the ground, Kai's fist connecting with his nose and hearing a loud 'crack'. Blood exploded from his nostrils down his shirt and over Kai's hand.

"Well what do you know," Kai laughed, "he bleeds!"

He stood from his crouched position over him and ran towards me, checking my arm before pushing me towards the door.

"Go, Josette, I'll be fine."

I stayed frozen in the doorway, refusing to take the last step backwards. I reached out to grab his forearms.

"Come with me!"

"I'm right behind you, just go."

My eyes widened as I saw his father stand up, Kai glancing behind him quickly before pushing me back the last step.

"Run!"

He pushed the door closed and it locked, not budging no matter how hard I threw myself up against it. I beat my fist against the door, kicking it when nothing happened. I turned and leaned my back against it, staring up at the sky. The sun got brighter with each passing second, my eyes closing and arm going over to shield myself before I was encased by a flash of light.

They both woke with a gasp, Bonnie still leaning over him with her hands on his neck and him gripping her wrists. Before he could fully wake up he flipped her over and had her arms pinned next to her head. She didn't say anything or try and fight him off, giving him a moment to wake up.

He blinked a few times and stared down at her, letting go of her wrists as he leaned back.

"What were you - did you just have your hands around my neck?"

"Kai..." she couldn't even see the person in front of her, his memory flashing through her at lightning speed, taking charge of her body and causing her hands to shake. "Your dream-"

"I don't want to talk about my dream," he raked his hand through his hair before getting off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

She quietly got up and followed, finding him leaning against the counter over the sink with his head down.

"Your memories," she tried again. "I-I did a spell to try and pull you out of your dream because you were making noises and I couldn't wake you up."

"Didn't work," he mumbled, turning on the sink and splashing his face with water.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I thought I was doing a spell to pull you out of a dream, but I accidentally did one that pulled me in."

His eyes flickered up to hers through the mirror, a dark look crossing his face.

"What did you do?"

"I-" she stuttered and stopped, taking in his angry expression as he turned to face her head on. She took an involuntary step back, not knowing if his anger is directed at her or from what she just witnessed.

"I was trying to help Kai, I swear. I haven't read the spells in years and they were really similar."

He stalked towards her and she walked backwards into the room until her leg hit the end of the bed.

"So you have the option of telling me about yours but you can just rifle through mine and see what you find?"

Too angry, she thought, his hands still shaking uncontrollably.

"It wasn't on purpose," she tried to keep her voice calm, knowing if she took on the defense tactic this situation could turn ugly fast. "But what I saw – that memory – did that really happen?"

His nose flared as he stared down at her, his hands in fists at his side.

"I don't know what you saw."

"Yes you do! You were in it, I was in it."

"You're imagining things."

She stared up into his eyes, waiting a moment before speaking.

"Kai, I was there. I saw you... and your dad. I was peeking through the door of a shed; I think I was watching it happen through Jo's perspective."

She watched the color drain from his face as shock registered; knowing she would have seen the entire thing from his back, to bringing her into it and the fight at the end.

He took a step back, and then another. She reached forward and grabbed his arm pulling him forward.

"Bonnie, don't-"she felt his arm shaking from adrenaline or rage, not too different from how he looked when he was pushed up against the shed. She pulled him towards the bed and stood in front of him, pushing him down to sit in front of her.

"Bad idea," he smirked, his fingers flexing against his knees.

"Just – stay. One second."

She ran into the bathroom and wet a wash-cloth with cold water, bringing it back out and standing in front of him.

"So this is a little bit of old-school, with a kick."

She pressed the wash-cloth onto his forehead and held his head in place by cupping the side of his neck, the heat radiating off him in waves. She closed her eyes and started mumbling under her breath, the cloth heating up the longer she went until she could feel it burning against her hand. She took it off and dropped it next to her, reaching back and feeling his forehead and other side of his neck; his body temperature cooled down immensely.

"Hm, neat trick," he murmured. "Could have used that once or twice."

She smiled out of the side of her mouth, his outward exterior looking more at ease but his thoughts still raced around his dark eyes.

She stared into his eyes, her hands still around the sides of his neck as she tried to logically sort out what was happening. A part of her is yelling to step away and give him space but a spot deep within her is urging her to crawl onto his lap. She couldn't decipher what her brain was trying to tell her.

"Your dad abused you," she frowned, knowing this information already from hearing him say it but seeing it was much more difficult to come to terms with.

"My dad liked to teach me lessons, every chance he got." He smirked. "He was trying in his own twisted ways to make me stronger."

"No," she thought, angry at the sheer mention of his father in a good light. "He was just twisted, period. He pushed boundaries, and crossed the line, and this was just one time!"

She inhaled sharp at the thought of it.

"Were there more times like that?"

He cocked his eyebrow and turned his head to the side, letting out a deep breath.

"It was a long time ago, Bonnie."

She blinked once and the next time she did her vision was blurred by tears. She gasped at her own reaction; not even knowing she was feeling this strongly that her anger brought tears to her eyes.

Before he could look up and see her face she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing the side of her head into his and leaning him back so she could crawl into his lap.

He oophed at the sudden movement but easily scooped up her legs and draped them over one side, her butt on his other thigh. She felt his hands snake around her side and rub her back.

"Are you comforting me right now?" she asked against his neck.

"You look like you could use it," she could hear his smile through his words.

She nuzzled her face back into his neck and started rubbing up and down his back with her fingernails. She felt him relax under her touch and pressed her flat palms against him, roaming around.

"Do you have scars?" she muffled. She didn't want to ask but she had to, seeing how brutal the slash marks on his back were when they were fresh.

"No," he said lowly, "Josette healed them."

She took in a deep breath, at least one small part of her mind at ease that he doesn't have the physical marks on his skin as a reminder. She continued her search to be sure but couldn't feel any raised marks.

She felt his hold on her tighten and she couldn't help but do the same; her compassion for anyone in pain being one of her greatest weaknesses and now she had the rare opportunity of witnessing a glimpse of what was causing it. She felt her heart thud heavily and breathed in deep, trying not to let a sob escape.

"You're freaking me out," he laughed. "All this affection, I feel like I'm dying."

She snorted into his neck, bumping the side of his head with hers before lifting hers to look at him a few inches away. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple visible even in the dim light. Her gaze traveled from his throat to his lips and froze, her thoughts and actions feeling heightened. She pictured crashing her lips into his and tumbling onto the bed, covers getting thrown about as he lets out his aggression and she works through her raging thoughts... her body pressing into his –

Her breath hitched and she put her hand over his mouth, his eyebrows shooting up before she could hear his laughter. She looked at what she was doing and joined in on the humor, dropping her hand back down and resting her head against his shoulder.

"Say something you didn't want to hear?"

"Something like that," she mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the clock.

"On the plus side, you managed to sleep through the night," she attempted to say in a chipper tone. "I mean 7:30's still pretty early but at least its daylight."

"Ah, where would I be without you to get me through the night?"

She smiled to herself, wondering the same thing about him.