This is my second fanfic. If it sucks, sorry. Feel free to review and tell me so, no hard feelings. If you like it, same deal. I have decided to dabble in different Bonnie pairings. One will be Bamon, one Stefonnie, and one will be Klonnie. Here's the second, enjoy... Or don't. I'm not your mother.
Pairing: Klonnie
Synopsis: What do you do when you are a hybrid, newly release from a curse that kept one half of yourself locked away, and your wolf instantly finds its mate? Well, I have not a clue. Let us see.
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own TVD, nor do I own any of the characters. If I did, Bonnie would have been treated like the goddess that she was.
You Bother Me
He should be pissed. He should want to rip her apart and swim in her blood. He should definitely not want to roll in the grass with her. He should not want to run around and play with her. He should not want to thank whatever spirits that she is here. And he should most certainly not be happy. Happy that she is alive. Happy that her life was not prematurely taken, and for what? To save some ridiculous doppelgänger from her destiny.
No, he should not be happy. But his wolf did not care about enemies and doppelgängers. His wolf cared about one thing and one thing only. His mate.
As soon as she walked into the clearing after the curse was broken, everything in him screamed, "Mine!"
The wolf wanted to claim her, right there. Surrounded by blood and death and war, he wanted to claim her and never be parted from her again. It's a shame his wolf would not get what he wanted. Because Bonnie Bennett was not in the mood for mates.
In fact, it is safe to say that the Bennett witch was not in the mood to even converse at all. What with him having killed her best friend and her best friend's aunt. Yes, it is safe to say that his little witch wanted nothing to do with him.
Good going, Klaus! You have managed to free your wolf and curse him again in the matter of minutes. And surely it was a curse, to be mated to the witch. Surely, the spirits were making a joke of him, because in what possible realm would it make sense for a newly freed, vampire wolf hybrid to be mated with a witch? Not just any witch, but a Bennett witch at that.
At least his life would never be boring. From the way she was glaring at him and his traitorous brother, he figured now was not the time to start waxing poetic at her. Yes, perhaps a brief retreat is called for.
"Miss Bennett, it's quite lovely that your charms have not gone to waste," he said, before speeding off with his brother.
Left behind was one very confused witch.