Decided I'd Write a Real romance since Genesis is so dark.

Mortal Enemies & Star-crossed Lovers: Hated each other For Better or Worse, Through Sickness & In Health… Loved Each Other to Death, to Life, to Hades & Back; Till Fate did them part… KLONNIE

WILD CHILD

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After my blood turns into alcohol

One shot of whiskey, a pint of bourbon, and a few bottles of vodka – he lost count of the maximum consumption humans could withstand. Sitting at the very back booth of The Mystic Grille, the blue eyed vampire entertained the visuals of the nocturnal beings getting pissed. Fermented liquid spilled onto the pub's hard wood flooring from shaking cups as drunken idiots chattered loudly. Hot alcohol oozed from their breaths; smothering the atmosphere with a burning stench. Strong senses flared in alert as the rancid aroma drifted overhead.

Cigarette smoke merged its cindery smog with the broad remnants of whiskey. Burning embers simmered up towards square light fixtures. Golden rays weighed upon the smoke and managed to peer down on the party. Small spotlights scattered over multiple booths lining the walls. Other illuminations poured down onto the dance floor. Nearly fifty patrons danced to light melodies flowing from the jukebox. Swaying hips ground into excited pelvises, some lazily and others quite intense. Past the barrage of dancers, friends played pool at several pool tables.

"Hahaha!" Their laughter was infectious, bouncing off red cinderblocks into the crowd. An overwhelming joy overshadowed all the doom and gloom Mystic Falls ever endured. Even he, the loneliest soul, felt something boost his spirits. Piercing irises wondered through the packed pub in curiosity. How could these creatures find joy in such simplicity? Pondering their ignorant bliss, masculine hands lifted a glass of brandy to plump lips. He tossed a head full of waves back, brandy lighting fire down his throat.

"Sssh, Ah!" Cold liquid erupted a volcano of heat in his chest. Flames spread from his lungs across broad shoulders. Said shoulders flailed in a jig to chase away the sting. Slowly, the pain died into a humbled soreness at the pit of his perfectly cut abdomen. The ancient creature sighed, "Tonight's not the night, than?"

He'd almost given up hope until he saw her.

It was always her.

Beautiful; the epitome of purity staggered through the pub in ballet flats and skinny jeans. Dark skin greatly contrasted the majority of pale flesh blocking her escape route. They little hands pushed dancers from her sight. "Stop!" and "Rude!" were commonly tossed out when the little witch shoved partygoers around. That didn't stop her from bull rushing tiny girls and football players. It was safe to assume Bonnie Bennett had reached her limit and fallen into inebriation.

For the past six months since Jaime's death she'd been coming to the Grille and getting wasted. The male had been her stepbrother and on the verge of being her lover. As pathetic as it seemed, losing the last person out of her supernatural circle drove the witch mad. Bonnie cut off all contact with Elena Gilbert and Caroline Forbes as well as the Salvatore brothers though they all continuously begged for magical assistance. Now, the little witch spent Monday through Saturday drinking away her sorrows – Always drinking, Always alone.

And as always, cash tossed on the table with tip and the handsome brute was on his feet. Vampire pace was quite unnecessary with her stumbling steps, but he flew to her aid at maximum speed. Barely at the exit corridors, muscular arms wrapped around her timid frame – back pressed to his front. He towered over her perhaps at a foot or two, so his chin tucked clean in the poof of her untamed ponytail. Biceps hugged the tiny witch even as she stilled. His sudden touch shocked Bonnie somewhat into sobriety.

"Don't touch me!" A sharp gasp, Bonnie struggled away. Toned arms pushed against startling grip. Bucking, wiggling, petite bones nearly broke in half. "I'll burn you into a crisp." However, her confronter squeezed her even tighter. "I'll, I'll, I'll do it…"

No aneurysms. No magical fire. No spells or hexes.

It had been months since Bonnie performed any spell that he knew of. Then again, it wasn't as if they communicated outside of necessity. Or at least they didn't used to. Lately, the last of Bennett line had taken to drinking herself into stupors. Running away from whatever demons were chasing her… Whatever Demons were leading her into his awaiting arms every night. Burly arms trapped the dark beauty in a comfortable embrace. She barely put up a fight. In fact, within a few seconds black bush tresses fell against his chest.

The fabric from his thermal sweater nuzzled her head like a comfortable cushion.

"I'm taking you home, love."

"Ok," She whimpered. There used to be a time when she'd fight him on it. Months ago she's fry him for the idea but nowadays she reveled in his touch – any touch really. Butterfly wings scraped the lining of her belly hard. Klaus bent over her, his face buried into her hair. The scent of lilacs stroked his nostrils from the silky unkempt curls.

"My place or yours?" Hot and sensual, the hybrid questioned. He didn't bother moving back as she turned to face him. Instead her body rolled against his. Powerful arms loosened, and the witch stood between him and the exit doors. Soft hip pressed against his front when her feet twisted toned legs around. "My bed is much larger than yours. My staff would cater to your ever whim."

Plus, he hated sleeping on her ratty sofa.

The leather bunched against his skin whenever he began to sweat and worn cushions hurt his back.

"Thank you, Niklaus."

Surprise fluttered against fit abdominal muscles at the appreciation.

She'd never spoken his namesake before. Soft wings tickled his stomach and blue irises widened from narrow slits. The Original expected her to shun away, to deny his due gratitude. Instead, stony features softened under his gaze. Joy tugged lazily at the corners of his mouth; a small smile aimed in Bonnie's direction. The witch returned an honest grin before cinnamon cheeks plush bright pink. Self consciously, Bonnie pushed loose strands behind her ears.

"Yeah," Ten little digits trailed tiny earlobes before coming to rest on either side of her neck. "Well I'm buzzed and buzzed driving is still drunk driving. So I will crash with you and we are kind of friends, right?" Nonchalance etched in the hollows of her voice. "I mean, we are friends in a weird 'the world ended and we still have each other even' if-"

Two massive hands flying at her face short circuited all conversation. The powerless witch pressed herself further against the corridors to no avail. There was no escape when harsh hands gently cupped her face. At the touch, fear died down, replaced by confusion. The blonde hybrid tilted her head towards his visage. Bonnie lost her words when his mouth connected to hers. Parted lips were cut off by narrowed caresses to her mouth. Passion suckled her bottom lip into his moist opening.

Curves sliding adjacent to him, she melted into his rock hard embrace. Brash teeth bit down lightly but greedily against pouting pillows. Sea green eyes snapped closed when a spicy tongue slid into her mouth. At that very moment, everything swirled around them in slow motion. Bliss electrified the curve of his jaw line and struck the tip of her bubble gum tongue. Both delicious organs danced in a meeting of true intimacy. The taste of liquor was poignant but deliciously so.

An airy whimper escaped her mouth, "Mmmm…."

Tiny hands left her neck only to collide with his chest. Bonnie pushed him off and the Original complied easily for a reason neither could understand. Or maybe he did; Bonnie Bennett is quite my type of witch. Furthermore, her presence was comforting because my little witch behaves like more of a friend than an enemy. The dark-skinned beauty shook her head 'no', dusting wrinkles from her clothing."What the hell was that? I might be buzzed but I'm not drunk enough to kiss you, dude!"

Klaus backed maybe four steps away with a wild look in his eyes. Pupils dilated, his jaw clenched in and out with haggard breath. Breaths the Vampire in him would never need but the territorial werewolf craved. The blonde hissed, "That wasn't my intention, little one. It was the only way to shut you up. Furthermore, you seemed in dire need of proof that I fancy you. We are mates, love, great mates."

"Well, I don't kiss my friends on the mouth?" Doubt mingled with suspicion. "Are you sure you don't want something?"

It was a good question to which he no longer had the answer to.

Masculine features creased into a tight little lock. His lips pursed into a thin little line which illustrated just how content he was in the silence. Klaus took a defensive stance, lean biceps crossing over his chest. Broad pectorals rose and fell with unnecessary inhalations. Bonnie couldn't help but notice this was one of his varying frustrated traits. The little witch rolled her eyes at his audacity.

How could he be frustrated with her? Klaus was the one playing games? Kissing her as if-

"Fine, be all pissy." Bonnie wobbled off the wall away towards the hybrid. If this bothered him, he showed little reaction. Swishing hips approached with extra pep. This time he did visibly respond, eyes watching the swaying curves. Tight jeans halted before him; a small hand extended. "Are you gonna drive a drunk girl home or nay?"

The towering hybrid stared at the witch's hand. At the end of the day she was still just a means to an end, yes? Klaus didn't know. A head full of blonde curls turned away from her olive branch in thought. He pushed off on his right foot ready to evacuate without her. But then, those deadly arms fell from his chest like dead weight. Noodle limp limbs grew a mind of their own and before he could dismiss her advances her hand clasped in his strong grip.

"Of course, you daft bint." Klaus dragged Bonnie closer from behind. He couldn't see her smirk but knew she was gloating. So he stalked them towards the exit without hindrance. "I couldn't leave my favourite witch astray. Who'd be my first mate then?"

"Puh-Okay Captain Jack," Half giggling her little feet followed behind. The Original chastised her hand with a painful pinch. Bonnie groaned, "Ow, hey I can't help it you get your vocabulary from a drunk pirate."

"Shut up, Bonnie."

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