Title: House of Cards
Summary: His throne is made of the darkest ebony, cold and devoid of any light. It has no embellishments of precious jewels and is free of decorative carvings, composed entirely of stern lines and unforgiving sharp angles. He drapes himself across it with abandon while a pleased little smirk plays upon his red lips. And underneath his royal boots are the corpses of the slain, the used, and the broken pawns of his glorious game. (Klaus centered)
Pairings: Klaus/Bonnie, Elijah/Ollie
Theme: AU/Fantasy. Dark Bonnie! and Dark Ollie!
A/N: Welcome to the beginning of a dark little Klonnie fic. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going with this, but it was beating at my head so here it is. R&R.
Prologue
There was very little that could surprise Nicklaus Mikaelson, but the young African American woman on the doorstep of his mansion was quite the surprise. Largely because he'd been under the impression that she'd died. How interesting.
"Klaus," Bonnie greeted even though it was more of an acknowledgement that he was standing in front of her than a greeting.
"And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Miss Bennett?" Klaus mused. He tapped one of his fingers on his chin in a mockery of deep thought as the corners of his blue eyes crinkled in amusement. "Is this going to be another attempt on my life?"
The young witch shifted her stance, and cut her jade colored eyes to the side before she snapped them back to him. "No."
"Oh, what a relief," Klaus' smile stretched wide across his face. "Then what exactly are you here for?"
"I heard that you're leaving Mystic Falls," the witch answered.
Klaus quirked an eyebrow and leaned against his doorframe. He didn't have a clue where this conversation was going, but he hadn't lived this long without being able to sense when something was about to go in his favor.
"I am."
"Good. Take me and my cousin with you."
Klaus blinked. Well, wasn't this interesting…and unexpected. Unexpected enough that Klaus wondered if this was indeed just the latest scheme to kill him. But the witch looked serious. She was standing tall and straight in front of him. Her lean legs encased in charcoal colored skinny jeans were firm. Her chest covered in a plum colored blouse was rising and falling steadily. She wasn't hiding anything. Or at least she wasn't hiding anything that her body was willing to tell. But still, this seemed almost too easy…
Klaus began to pace in circles around Bennett. "Your cousin?" He questioned as he moved.
"Her name's Ollie. She's the one who brought me back." She answered simply. Klaus noted that she didn't even twitch as he circled her. He never thought there would be a day that she didn't blink at allowing him access to her back.
"How nice of her. But why would I want to take two Bennett witches with me?" Klaus asked only to pause at his question. It really answered itself. By the quirked eyebrow on her pretty face Bonnie agreed. Who wouldn't want to take two Bennett witches with them? Especially someone with plans as grand as Klaus.
Chuckling Klaus waved away his own question and settled in front of the witch. "Ok, love. I'll take you and your cousin with me on one condition."
The witch inclined her head in a way Klaus knew was supposed to convey that she was listening.
"I own you." And with that he expected her to run down his steps.
But she didn't.
"Just me?" She asked instead.
Klaus smiled. "I believe I'll only need one to control the other." Klaus might not have known the witch all that well, but it was fairly common knowledge that she was used to doing anything to keep the people she cared about safe. He'd only have to threaten Ollie to control Bonnie and Klaus had a feeling that, if necessary, the equation would work just as well in reverse.
The witched nodded in agreement with his statement. "For how long?"
"2 years."
She nodded again. "A blood bond?"
Klaus chuckled, surprised that the witch offered it so freely. "Yes."
"Okay."
"Well, well, love. Here you are offering me so much. Exactly what are you getting out of the deal?"
"I want to leave Mystic Falls behind. Forever. And I don't want to chance anyone here trying to drag me back with their problems. So I'm going to make sure that they won't even consider it."
"By joining the dark side?" He asked with a smirk that promised nothing but pain.
"Exactly." She answered back with a dark little smirk on her red lips that perfectly mirrored his own.
Interesting.
Next Chapter: Charlemagne
A blood bond is made and Klaus arrives at his new playground.
