BATTLE OF THE SPECIES
Fan Fiction – Alternate Universe of Season 6 - TVD crossing over to TO
Bonnie & Kai
Caroline & Klaus
From: Lovely Vero
Hi guys;
FASTEN YOU SEATBELTS, this is a new story of mine, titled: "Battle of the species", that is also a crossover from my short BONKAI (Bonnie Bennett and Kai Parker) fiction, titled: "Species". It will propel you into the heart of New-Orleans – Klaus's city/world. It's entirely my personal fantasy vision of a crossover between the series The Vampire Diaries and its spin-off The Originals. It's also prior the trigger of feelings between Camille and Klaus; and Caroline is ABSOLUTELY not pregnant with Alaric's twins.
In my honest opinion, and after analyzing to the end of the earth and back, both series; there is absolutely no need to get rid of any of the characters, even the less appreciated of many fandoms. I'll try to show, that it was entirely possible to make them fit into their own criteria, while creating an amazing crossover between both series.
I STRONGLY (in bold and underlined) suggest to you, to take the time to go read the five chapters of the prior fiction "Species", for you to understand why Caroline left Mystic Falls and Stefan behind, and to have a better sense of what had happened between Bonnie and Kai. Kai, by the way; who was resurrected as visible entity, by its own powerful doing a few years later after his sister weeding, and who's now a hybrid.
For those who've been following my stories over the years, I'm about to reborn a favorite villain of mine, that I will never understood why Julie Plec never took the chance to bring that particular book character into one or both of the shows?
On these last words; I wish you a wild ride with this new story that will surely show you that it was indeed possible to create an amazing adventurous story, with depth for all characters involved.
"The eyes of the tiger"
Chapter 1
New-Orleans, Klaus's quarters…
The Spanish taxi driver eyed suspiciously the female passenger in the interior mirror. He had driven many strange personas in the street of New-Orleans over the years; has dealt with a few crazy ones, including: drunken husbands, drug dealers, abusers, prostitutes, and the list could certainly go on. But, the young metis beauty who was sitting on the backseat of his car, was certainly a first!
Nothing wrong with her appearance per say; her long curly brown hair, and heart shape lips was granting his eyes a fair share of pleasure, in an esthetical point of view, if only he wouldn't take into consideration the two crying babies she was bringing with her.
Again, as a taxi driver, bringing mothers to their destinations were day to day events that presented nothing more than a boring routine to him; but this one was different, very different… The way she was twisting the handkerchief that she was holding in her hands, the redness in her eyes, the smell of fear he could sense by simply looking at her… All signs pointing into nothing more but a darkness he had never encounter in someone before this day. And he could also feel by instinct that she was not running away from an unfaithful husband, or one who was abusing her … No, she was running away from the devil himself!
"So, what did you tell me were the reasons that are brining you, and the little ones, to New-Orleans young lady?" He tried to make a verbal contact though conversation, once again. The first time had failed miserably.
"I did not tell you the reasons of my presence in New-Orleans; and I don't believe I owe you any explanations." Bonnie replied, dryly; keeping her sight narrowed on the ancestral city. "I simply owe you the money for the ride."
"Hey? You know what, lady? I was just filling the empty space of time; no need to be impolite with me." He replied, pulling the palette of his cap over his eyes. Geez Louise!
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry … You are right." Bonnie shook her head, ashamed by her own disrespectful behavior. The taxi driver wasn't responsible for any of her heartaches. He wasn't responsible or the reason she was forced to run away. And he wasn't responsible or the one who had brought Kai Parker into her life! "Please accept my apologies… And, I promise to tip you very well, for my impoliteness toward you."
"Nah…" The driver waved his right hand in a dismissive gesture, a wide smile reappearing on his lips. "I understand. You're a new mum and travelling with two small infants is certainly no picnic. And please, call me Fernando." He commented, addressing Bonnie a smile in the interior mirror.
"Well, Fernando … it wasn't so bad after all; they slept the entire flight, granting me a bit of rest." Bonnie commented, with a smile; softly caressing both of their sleepy heads.
"What are their names?" Fernando asked, curious.
"Well, my little girl is named Elizabeth, and my boy is named Arthur." Bonnie replied, true proudness transpiring in her tone of voice.
"And the father?" The driver took a chance asking.
"He's out of our life… for good." Bonnie swallowed a big lump in her throat, lowering her head and sight down.
"I'm sorry. But, they are still both beauties like their mother that is a sure thing." The driver commented, truthfully; making Bonnie uncomfortable by his sudden implied. "Oh, no, no … I didn't mean it that way, Senora. I'm happily married to my wife Sylvia, you know?" He raised his left hand to show his wedding ring. "My querida would kill me if she knew I was flirting with the customers … Even as beautiful as you are."
"Why did you chose a city such as New-Orleans as your home and not a more Spanish environment such a Miami?" Bonnie questioned politely; her sight lost in the architecture of the houses. "I don't want to pride, or make an ethnic wrong assumption, but this city is mostly French, no?"
"We have time on our hands, Senora. You're not priding or sticking your nose in my personal life. And you're right, this city is mostly French." He nodded, in agreement. "My wife has some French heritage, and she was offered a work opportunity in a shelter facility in the city; she's actually a graduated social worker." The taxi driver explained, proudly and briefly. "There's a cultural mix-match in this city that you'll certainly notice with time. Are you here for long?"
"I …" Bonnie started answering, only to realize that she had no idea for how long she'll stay in the city, or even if Klaus Mikaelson will offer her and the twins a shelter and protection of his own?
"It's o.k. Senora; it's not my business anyway." He nodded, with understanding. "I just hope you'll find some rest, a happy home and happiness in this new city."
"Are we almost there?" She asked, in a mix of excitement and fear.
"I believe we just arrived! I'll get your suitcases." He stopped the car in front of a black iron fence; before stepping out to walk to reach the trunk.
Here she was … Or she should say: Here they were! In front of Klaus's Mikaelson quarters in New-Orleans… And only God knew how this would unfold?
"Hello?" Bonnie called several times, bags placed at her feet; while holding both of the twins' chairs. "Somebody is here?"
She was standing in the middle of a large indoor veranda; a few staircases leading to the second level of this large colonial house.
"Hi! What can I do for you?" She finally heard a feminine voice answered her; before seeing a very tall, blonde, thin woman going down the stairs.
"Hi! I'm not sure I'm in the right place actually?" Bonnie replied, a shy smile plastered on her face. "I'm searching for someone."
Freya had noticed the intrusion before actually showing herself to the stranger who had entered their private quarter's facility. After a few seconds of studying the young woman who was carrying two babies' chairs, she knew by instinct that she wouldn't be a threat to them… Though something about this metis woman had seemed off to her? She had felt something magical about her.
"I'll be glad to help you. Who's that someone?" Freya asked, reaching Bonnie's standing position, a sincere smile plastered on her face.
"His name is Klaus Mikaelson; am I at the right address?" Bonnie showed her the address written on a small piece of paper.
"Well, yes you are; but why a girl such as yourself would want to meet my rotten brother?" Freya asked, surprised; with both raised eyebrows. "No disrespect intended by the way." She shook her head, before grabbing one of the babies' chairs. "Let me help you with that." She suggested, before dropping her load in a nearby outdoor sofa.
"None taken." Bonnie replied, with a smile, before dropping the second chair on the same sofa. "I… I actually need his help." She confessed, shyly. "I'm sorry, where are my manners; I'm Bonnie Bennett, and old friend… Or I should maybe say an old acquaintance from Mystic Falls." She handed her right hand to the woman who had just presented herself as Klaus's sister? "And did I heard you right? You're his sister?"
"I'm Freya Mikaelson. And, yes unfortunately; the gods were not easy on me when they dropped this asshole on my lap!" Freya joked, rolling his eyes; while shaking Bonnie's hand in hers.
"Well, I like you already." Bonnie replied, small laughter escaping her lips. "You seem quite comfortable around small infants, or am I mistaking?" She noticed her easiness around Arthur and Elizabeth.
"Well, when you have one around; you can't do anything but falling in love with a child." Freya replied, evasively. "Let me call him?" She suggested to Bonnie. "Hey, Klaus … You have a visitor?"
"Freya, how many times do I need to tell you to not yell in my home?" The hybrid finally appeared in front of Bonnie's eyes.
"Well, then how am I supposed to tell you that you have a visitor, dear brother?" Freya raised her head to look at the Original, who was standing on the balcony, behind the support of a rail guard.
"Well, well, well … What have we here? Miss Bonnie Bennett; to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, a smirk raising the left side of his full lips.
In a matter of a few seconds he had used his vampire speed to rush by Bonnie's side.
"Did something happened to Caroline? Is that why you're here?" He questioned, his sigh darkening, with worries filling his tone of voice.
"Who the heck is Caroline?" Freya questioned, with a single shake of her head.
"I should have known that this would happen!" Bonnie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her chest; a long sigh escaping her lips.
"Are you sure they are safe?" Bonnie questioned for the hundreds of times; glancing behind her back, like she had miracle vision to see through walls.
She was now sitting in Klaus' study room, hands placed on her lap; while the twins had been put to rest in a nursery.
"They are safe, and tucked in the nursery for their afternoon nap." Klaus repeated, for the tenth of times to reassure the mother.
"Why would you have a nursery?" Bonnie questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Is there a child here?"
"You know what, Bonnie; I prefer if we would discuss your presence in New-Orleans and in my quarters." He smirked, taking a sitting position behind the imposing mahogany desk.
"As you wish." Bonnie replied, her lips forming a thin line. It was taking all of her strength to not lash out at this asshole! She had never been a fan of the hybrid, but at the present moment she had no other choices but to play along with the excessive ego of his and his passion for power.
"I presume you've rekindled your romance with the young Gilbert, and from this love, two spawns have seen the day?" Klaus mocked, openly; raising his boots on the desktop.
"That is not of your damn business who the father is… And I am not about to share my personal life with you." Bonnie replied, under clenched teeth.
"Or could it be that powerful warlock who terrorized Mystic Falls?" Klaus questioned, with much interests. "What was his name again? He was from a well-known coven? Locked into a prison world universe by his own father, right? Ah! Yes, I remember…Kai … Kai Parker!" He exclaimed, proudly; joining both hands under his chin, a sadistic smirk raising on his full lips.
"Still not of your business." Bonnie added, all colors suddenly leaving her face. Damn he was too smart for his own good!
"And, yet … You're seeking my help, Bonnie Bennett? Or am I mistaking?" He questioned, shrugging. "What can I say; I like to keep myself informed of the supernatural world out there."
"Will we play this game for long?" Bonnie questioned, unimpressed.
"It depends of your demands and, in return, what you could offer me in exchange." Klaus spread his cards on the table.
"I should have known!" Bonnie raised herself on her two legs, before furiously grabbing her hand bag. "Don't bother standing up; I'll find the exit by myself."
"Sit down!" Klaus ordered the young witch, dryly.
She glimpse in his direction, before taking back her sitting position.
"Why aren't we talking about the nursery?" Bonnie asked, perniciously.
"What do you want to know?" Klaus shrugged, falsely uninterested by her tactics.
"Who's the child?" Bonnie wondered, with a single shrug.
"Mine." He responded, truthfully.
"Is this a joke?" Bonnie responded, under clenched teeth. "You're technically dead, you can't father a child!"
"Your genitor did fathered yours? And wasn't he dead also? Decapitated by Damon Salvatore, or am I mistaking?" Klaus raised an eyebrow. "It's a shame really that I won't be able to meet the young Parker. He seems like someone that has more than one tricks in his magic hat, would you say?"
"And who's the girl who was stupid enough to have your child?" Bonnie questioned, more as deviation of the present subject, than a real interest.
"The child was named "Hope"." He informed, dryly. "And the mother was a one night stand."
"No wonder." Bonnie rolled her eyes, unimpressed.
"It wasn't that for you and young Parker, I suppose?" Klaus let a dry laughter escape his throat. "Was it love at first sight then?" He mocked more.
"You want to help me or not?" Bonnie asked, her chin raised.
"You're running away from him, aren't you?" Klaus came to the single conclusion possible.
"I need shelter for me and the twins… I don't think he will ever think of finding me here." Bonnie responded, with a trembling voice. "If I have to do it; I will beg you for the sake of my children."
Klaus sighed loudly; dropping his boots on the wooden floor, before raising on his legs to approach a nearby large chest that had the purpose of a bar.
"Tell me something? This pregnancy… Was it wanted from your part?" Klaus questioned.
"No." Bonnie shook her head, answering with her heart. "But, I love Arthur and Elizabeth with all my heart, all the same. He … He wanted to create a new kind of powerful magical children. I don't know the details."
"I'll give you the shelter you're seeking." Klaus finally agreed, filling a glass of ices and Scotch.
"At what price?" Bonnie asked.
"I'll tell you in due time. My family has encountered a few problems with ancient vampires, and it is possible that I'll need your magical power to … Let say to slow down their actions." Klaus gulped the entirety of his glass. "In the meantime, you and your children will have a shelter, food, and my protection. Agreed?"
"Agreed." Bonnie nodded to close the pact between them.
"Nicklaus! Can you explain to me why two additional babies are sleeping in Hope's crib at the moment?" Elijah barged in the office, his sight dropping instantly on their guest. "Miss Bennett? To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Elijah." Bonnie nodded as greeting.
"Miss Bennett is seeking shelter from us, for her and her children. Therefore, I gave it to her." Klaus shrugged his shoulders, with a dismissive hand gesture; a smirk raising, once more, on his lips. "I'm good that way."
"I highly doubt it." Elijah responded, a sour expression plastered on his lips. "What did my brother ask from you in return, Miss Bennett?" He darted his narrowed sight on Klaus; while the hybrid rolled his eyes to the ceiling in annoyance.
"Nothing at the moment." Bonnie responded, playing on both fields.
"Mm … Maybe he's softening in his old age." Elijah crossed his arms in front of his chest; before turning his attention to their female guest. "I can reassure you that you are all welcomed in our home, for as long as you need it, regardless of the reasons."
"Thank you… Aren't you curious?" Bonnie thanked and wondered at the same time.
"Your private life is none of my business, Miss Bennett." Elijah replied, honestly. "Regardless, your children are adorable… Twins I suppose?"
"Yes, they are. And, thank you again." Bonnie thanked the eldest, once more, before rising on her legs. "You should take valuable lessons from your brother." She commented, dryly; turning her attention toward Klaus.
"One noble sibling in the family is all about I can take; my dear Bonnie." Klaus mocked.
"I leave the both of you to your personal business." Bonnie added, before leaving the study room.
"What is this really about?" Elijah took a sitting position in front of his brother; pulling on both sleeves of his impeccable blazer.
"You remember hearing about this warlock, Kai Parker; who terrorized Mystic Falls?" Klaus questioned his brother; raising from his sitting position, once more, only to pour himself another drink. "You want one?"
"No thank you. And yes, I do remember the mention of that name. Wasn't he sent to a prison world, back in the past? His father was the leader of the coven; and to protect his people from Kai's bad actions, he locked his own son away. Kai Parker came back from that prison world with both Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore, who had themselves been locked inside this time zone. Unfortunately, he created a bloody carnage using his magic at his own sister and Alaric's Saltzman wedding. He was then killed by Damon Salvatore."
"Decapitated actually. But, I still wouldn't judge the young Parker too hastily without knowing both sides of the story." Klaus commented; a devious smile raising on his lips.
"What does he have to do with Bonnie Bennett' presence inside the walls of our home?" Elijah shrugged, dumbfounded.
"From "who" do you think the young Bennett is running from?" Klaus questioned, taking his sitting position back at his desk. "And who do you think is the father?"
"I should have known that you weren't offering shelter out of the goodness of your heart" The Original rolled his eyes. "So, he's alive?" He then exclaimed, with amazement. "But he was … Headless?"
"Yap." Klaus raised his glass in the air. "And wouldn't you want to have such magical power in our team to fight our enemies?" The hybrid grinned ever more.
"For that he would need to know that the young Bennett and his children are here?" Elijah commented.
"Elijah, brother … you man of little faith." Klaus sighed, loudly. "A man who was able to defeat death so many times, can certainly find his own flesh and blood and the mother of his own children … In this present case: Bonnie Bennett!"
"And… here we are again!" Fernando, the taxi driver commented, before making a final halt in front of a black iron fence door; in the heart of New-Orleans city.
"Let me find my wallet and I'll pay you. Are you sure that I am at the right address?" Caroline Forbes asked, nervously and worryingly, before burying her hand in her crossover bag, in search of the said wallet.
"Absolutely, this is the address you gave me." He nodded.
"And why are you saying: Here we are again?" She asked, while pulling a few twenty dollars bills from her Louis Vuitton wallet. A gift from Stefan … Stefan Salvatore! He had said that his girl was deserving of the best Designer accessories… Suddenly the thought of him was distancing itself more and more … Like her relationship to him had never existed… But she knew better!
"This morning I dropped another young lady, as beautiful as yourself, at the same address." The Spanish man explained. "You weren't so different. She had her load of weight to carry with her also."
Caroline raised an eyebrow suspiciously; before shaking her blond curls to push the jealousy thought away. Even if Klaus had a girlfriend, it wasn't her business… Or was it?
"Coincidence of the day I guess." She shrugged, burying the dollars in the man's hand.
"Visiting an old friend in New-Orleans?" He asked, burying the bills in his own wallet.
"Not exactly." Caroline shook her head.
"And old boyfriend perhaps?" Ricardo gave the best second choice.
A light redness reached both of her cheeks before she could grab her beauty case and open the passenger door. Does screwing someone for many hours on a tree, ground, in the middle of leaves, in the wood, equal boyfriend material? No! More like a huge error!
"Let say an old acquaintance." She replied, with a smile.
"That works too!" Ricardo commented, rushing outside to pull the suitcases from inside the trunk. "I'll leave them on the sidewalks if you don't mind… Lady; you carry a lot of extra weight with you." He took a few deep breaths to pull the extra heavy load out of his trunk.
"I wasn't sure what I would need to dress myself in here." She shrugged her shoulders, careless.
"Signora! This is the old United States of America, New-Orleans, not South Africa!" He commented; light laughter escaping his throat.
Marcel Gerard descended the stairs of Klaus's quarters after his "short" but "conclusive" meeting with Elijah Mikaelson; prior to assuring himself that he hadn't been followed or seen in the Devil' den by Tristan De Martel' men. It wasn't always easy to act as a double agent, but what other choices did he have at the present moment? Except maybe heading to his fight club for a few boxing exchanges with his faithful army of vampires.
"Rising up, back on the street…Took my time, took my chances…" He sang the lyrics of this old fighting song, raising his head in surprise when a harmonious female voice continue the track.
"When the distance, now I'm back on my feet …" The blonde sang in tune, a huge smile spreading on her lips.
"Just a man and his will to survive…" Marcel gave a last lyrics sentence to accompany her. "Fan of Rocky Balboa?" He questioned, a smile spreading on his own full lips.
"Oh … Rocky and probably all the 1980' movies." The bubbly blonde responded, happily. "And who could really forget …" She added, before shouting simultaneously with her new acquaintance. "Adrian!" They laughed for a few seconds, before catching their breaths back into their lungs.
"I like a woman who knows her way around a boxing ring and old classic movies." Marcel raised a straight finger at her.
"I think I'm way more a sucker for the romance in movies, than the fighting." She added; a light blush covering her milky complexion.
"Well, that works too." Marcel concluded, crossing both arms in front of his bulged chest; slowly sliding his sight on her perfect silhouette and many suitcases placed by her feet. He had already sensed that she was a vampire; and not felt any threats from her presence. "Traveling light as I can see?"
"Oh … Well, let's just say that it isn't one of my talents." Caroline admitted, with a wince and an adorable shrug. "I always think that, maybe, I could have forgotten something; therefore I pack way more than necessary." She gave an added explanation. "I'm sorry, I'm retaining you on your way out while not even being sure that I am at the right place." She excused herself. "You see it's … I mean… I'm not used to travel. It's actually the first time that I left my hometown."
"And what place away from your hometown that this would or should be?" Marcel inquired, narrowing his sight on her.
"Eh… I'm …" She blushed even more, before taking a deep breath to give herself courage. "I'm searching for Klaus Mikaelson' house, or can this be considered a house? Isn't it more a manor or a mansion?"
"I see your point." Marcel commented, small laughter escaping his lips. "And yes, you're at the right place." He nodded. "At least, let me give you a hand with your luggage."
"Oh, I wouldn't impose myself on you this way, I can drag them behind me like I did since the taxi driver dropped them on the sidewalk." She suggested.
"Poor man." Marcel concluded, smiling; while grabbing her beauty case to direct his walk inside, only to drop it on the sofa in the indoor veranda. "You probably exhausted this driver with the excess weight!"
"Poor man, indeed." She concluded, with a laughter. "But where are my manners… I'm Caroline Forbes, and you are?" She handed her right hand before dropping her backpack on the same sofa.
"Well, at the moment, I wouldn't be able to present myself to you, for security purposes." He replied, with a single wink. "I'm sure you understand."
"If I wasn't the understanding type, I would say yes, nonetheless." She replied, with a single wink herself. "But, I actually do understand."
"But, wait a second!" Marcel finally registered her name. "You're the "Caroline Forbes?" of Mystic Falls?" He exclaimed in surprise; rising after dropping another bag, only to straighten his upper body in a standing position.
"I don't know if I should be flattered that you know of me, considering you're a stranger, or simply run for my dear life at the moment?" Caroline responded, with wide opened eyes.
"We both know that there's no threat on your life, don't we?" Marcel whispered near Caroline's left ear. "You, being a vampire and all?"
"Well, I could say that same thing about you, could I?" Caroline raised both eyebrows in a comical way.
"You certainly could." Marcel commented; a large smirk spreading, once more, on his lips. "I reassure you that all I've heard of you were good."
"So, I am at the right place then?" Caroline dropped herself on the sofa; her sight lost in front of her.
"So you are." He reassured her.
"Well, thank you … Person that I shouldn't know the name for security purposes." Caroline raised her head and sight to address Marcel a smile.
"Just know that I'm an old acquaintance. And you're welcome. He's home by the way, you want me to get him?" Marcel inquired.
"No … I …" Caroline tried to articulate; her mouth dried of saliva.
"You need time to come face to face with the eyes of the tiger?" He finished her sentence, half serious.
"Yes, something like that. It has been a while since … I mean … Since we've met for the last time." She shared her thoughts; nervously rubbing her hand together.
"Oh I know about that all too well!" Marcel smirked.
"What?" Caroline stared at him, suspiciously.
"Nothing. Well, good luck; Miss Caroline Forbes." Marcel made a cordial reverence, before reprising his walk toward the exit of the veranda, equally reprising the lyrics of the song, under the muffled laughter of Caroline.
"So many times, it happens too fast … You change your passion for glory … Don't lose the grip on the dreams of the past … You must fight just to keep them alive… It's the eyes of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight…"
"Prepare a guest room to accommodate my new guest and her babies, would you?" Klaus gave his strict instructions to the Asian maid who was rushing on the interior balcony behind his rapid strolls. "Assure yourself that two additional cribs are bought and placed in the same bedroom."
"Yes, Master." The Asiatic maid nodded with respect, before turning on her heels to take care of the tasks at hands.
Klaus shook his head, eyes closed; grabbing the guardrail with both hands to regain a sense of reality; before reopening his eyes to a dream vision. That couldn't be true? Obviously, he had drank too much Scotch! He narrowed his eyes on the feminine silhouette sitting on one of the veranda' sofas, her long blond curls spread on her shoulders and back. Unfortunately, he couldn't see her face, but the silhouette could only belong to…
"Caroline?" He murmured to himself, a glimpse of hope perceived in the brightness of his eyes and in his voice.
The blonde suddenly raised her head and sight toward the guardrail; before meeting the fiery sight of her past lover.
"Klaus." The female vampire exclaimed, an intense fire reaching her cheeks; only to promptly jump on her two feet a few seconds later, before scattering her surroundings to unexpectedly rushing toward the exit.
Caroline managed to grab the iron bars of the door, unlocking it a few seconds later; before jumping out of her skin when it was pushed back on its rail.
"Caroline…" She heard the shallow whisper.
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the hybrid' body piercing trough the clothes on her back, the warmth of his breath brushing the hair and the skin of her right earlobe; both of her hands grabbing the iron bars like her own survival depended on it.
"It's really you, isn't it?" He added, with a single shake of his head; more as a true confirmation to himself.
"Klaus, Let … Let me go, would you?" Caroline begged him to do; forbidding herself to turn her head to take a single look at him. That was way too dangerous! He was standing way too close! "Sorry, I have things to do, I need to leave."
"Why are you here? Are you in danger?" He questioned, frantically; raising his right hand to wink one lock of her hair around his finger; before forbidding himself of such gesture, only to lower it back near his tensed body. Touching her wasn't, perhaps, such a good idea after all.
"No, no … I … It was a mistake… I mean, being here; it was obviously a mistake." She shook her head, swallowing a lump of nervousness down in her throat.
"I kept my promise, Caroline." Klaus continued to murmur near her ear, grabbing two iron bars with his hands; arms stretched on each side of her head. "I kept my distance. I'm just wondering why you did not keep the one promise you made to yourself? After all, you're standing in my house, Love. Aren't I allowed to know why you're here?" He questioned, with a raised eyebrow.
Caroline bit the tender skin of her bottom lip, grabbing her courage by both hands to turn on herself to face him. They were standing now, face to face, their bodies at a mere inch of distance. She raised her sight in his; staring into his blue eyes for a few additional seconds.
"I was in town and … And, I just thought that I would say: "hello, Klaus; I'm in town!" " She exclaimed, with a casual shrug. "One of your … Acquaintances… Well, he presented himself as such, told me that I could wait for you here, in the veranda, I mean; he didn't say his name. If I have known that I needed a formal invitation to show myself for a surprise visit; I would have written one." She added in a drier tone of voice.
"You are now mastering the amount of bullshit that could come out of your beautiful mouth, to get your way out of a comprising situation, Caroline." He let a smirk raise the left side of his manly lips. "You've learned quite a lot since the last time we've met."
"It takes one to know one!" She raised both of her hands to push his body at arm length; to step away from his too dangerous and close proximity.
Huge error of judgement! The minute her palms felt both his warm skin and taut muscles underneath his shirt; she felt an intense fire set its root in her core.
To give herself much needed capacity in her legs, she walked, quickly regaining her standing position near the sofa, before grabbing her beauty case and luggage in her hands.
"So, I've said "Hello", now I'm leaving!" She concluded, more to herself; than for the single soul constituting her audience.
"Leaving so fast?" He mocked, with a muffled laugh.
"Oh you know… Places to go, things to see." She replied, evasively.
"Already bored with your relationship with the notorious Stefan Salvatore, as I can see?" Klaus approached, both arms crossed over his bulged chest; a huge grin spreading from corner to corner of his lips. "What other reasons would you scattering the world, away from Mystic Falls for the first time of your entire life, to end up at my doorstep, Love?"
Caroline dropped all of her load at her feet, before closing both of her fists in anger, a loud sigh escaping her throat.
"You know … Or course, you know about me and Stefan." She rolled her eyes, mostly annoyed. "And, you had to go there; you couldn't hold your piece for five minutes, could you?" She commented, under clenched teeth; turning on herself to face him, with both of her closed fists placed on each side of her hips.
"Well, considering that you made me swear on my dear eternal life of keeping my distance from you and your hometown; because and I quote: You whooshed at sight of my face. I needed to find a way to keep me inform of the last gossips in Mystic Falls. This said, I can only assume that you're either in need of my protection or you want to rekindle our "hybrid-sex" in the wood; because you've broken up with your boyfriend? Could I be right?" He shrugged, gesturing with both of his hands; much pleasure plastered on his face.
The acute sound of her right palm hitting his left cheek resounded in the interior veranda. The hybrid slowly raised his right hand to his face; palping the redness of his cheek; a loud growl escaping his lips.
"Oh dear, what did I do now? I'm so sorry … I … It's simply that … I've just overreacted to your imply." Caroline raised her right hand over her opened mouth expression.
"It's quite alright, Love; considering it's entirely my fault. I've trespassed the boundaries you've set for us in the past. It seems I never learn. And more so, I still have this unwanted effect on you." Klaus commented. "And by your reaction, neither are the right answer, I presume?" He added, toneless. "My bad, I should have known better than presume that you've come to New-Orleans to see me. How stupid and foolish of me, really." He shrugged, falsely indifferent; before turning on his heels to reach the staircase. "Your friend Bonnie is upstairs, I should have come to that single conclusion of your presence here, the minute I saw you."
"No, that's not why I'm here … And, what?" Caroline exclaimed, in shock. "What do you mean my friend Bonnie is here? Klaus? Klaus!" She called his name, several times; stomping her feet on the concrete floor… But the hybrid had already disappeared from her sight.
"Bonnie!" The cry ripped off the silence in loud echoes. "Bonnie Bennett… Come out from wherever you are?!" Kai Parker cried several times in a sadistic tone of voice; his dark sight rose on the balcony.
The bearded young man, all dressed in black, paced back and forth on the length of the interior veranda, dragging his army boots on the concrete pavement in an uncomfortable shrill noise.
"You know, longer you wait to show yourself; greater the pleasure I'll have to torture you afterward." He continued his shouting; rolling a few coins in his right hand, as stress relief. "You also know that I'm not the patient type, and yet … You make me wait, Bonnie. You've been a very, very bad girl!"
Bonnie glued her back on the upstairs wall of the corridor, eyes closed, with her heavy breaths raising her chest, in a frantic "up and down" tempo. She was hiding herself from Kai's eyes, but she could feel by instinct that he knew she was near… He could probably hear the beats of her heart… That jerk always knew! Worst come to worst, if he lured her into a captive hold, using his vampires speed to reach her, she could always scream from the top of her lungs to alert Klaus, Caroline, the staff, or any of the Mikaelson' family members. With his heretic actions and all his loud cries, the entire household must have been aware of his presence by now. And of that, she could only hope.
"Where are the twins, Bonnie? I want them back… They are mine, you hear me… Mine!" he growled, unhappy. "Foolish girl! You think I'm so stupid to not figure out where you would find shelter? Mm? Where you would hide to run away from me? DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?" He yelled; the walls shaking by the intensity of his anger.
"Sir? You can't be here, you need to leave!" An Asian maid appeared out of nowhere, pointing a finger in direction of the exit. "I'll call the master if you don't."
"Hey oh Bonnie; are you still here? Because, I think I just found a new toy to play with." Kai exclaimed, perniciously; before rushing in his vampire speed near the servant; only to grab the poor victim at the base of her neck. "What should I do with her now? Break her neck? Or maybe drinking her blood until she drops dead? Mm?"
"Kai, No!" Bonnie shouted, finally showing herself to his sight. "Please, listen to me… I'm getting out, you see… I'm out; and … I'm descending the stairs… Don't hurt her, Kai; please don't hurt her take me instead, O.K?" She slowly, stair by stair, began her descent.
"Oh but I intend too!" He pushed the maid on the concrete pavement; a cry of fear escaping the maid's lungs, before she could fell unconscious, her head hitting the corner of a side table.
He reached Bonnie who was slowly approaching his standing position, before pushing her on the nearest sofa, into a lying position, both hands firmly wrap around her neck.
"Where are the twins?" He demanded of her, under her loud chocking sounds. "I swear, if you're not telling me where my children are, I'll kill you!"
In a matter of seconds, Kai felt his body being projected on the opposite wall of the veranda; Klaus's large right hand wrapped around his own neck; his body raising from the ground.
"You lay a hand, one more time on her, and I swear I'll tear your heart out of your chest, and this time, mark my words, you'll be dead for good!" Klaus threaten the warlock, under clenched teeth. "Do you understand me, young Parker?"
Thank you for reading this first chapter, titled: "Eyes of the tiger" from this new "Battle of the species" fiction, guys.
I know this present chapter was focusing more on the entrance of Bonnie' character (Bonkai) in this story; but because of the previous first Bonkai story titled: "Species", it was necessary for me to create the link between the two fictions. No worry, I will make Klaroline as equally important in the next ones to come.
Thanking in advance all the Bonkai shippers who've decided to continue the first "Species" story in this crossover one; and warmly welcoming the Klaroline shippers aboard, and perhaps a few of the Originals fans as well?
I hope you appreciated this first installment, and that you will be with me for the followings chapters in the year to come?
I am so excited with this new story, and I hope that you are as well?
Much love to all of you;
Be happy and enjoy life to its fullest!
Lovely Vero