Grimoire; is that the right way to spell it? I think (hope) so.

The idea for this just popped into my head, and I had to write it up. It's gonna be a multi chapter fic, though I'm not sure just how many chapters it will have.

Thank you for reading, as always.

"Bonnieeee" Klaus' voice sang through the Bennett house as he closed the front door behind him.

"How the hell did you get in here!?" Bonnie spat at him, and it was then that he noticed that she was sat on the sofa of her living room, her open Grimoire on her lap and a frown on her face.

He scoffed at her, and shook his head at her in mock disappointment. "Honestly, Bonnie! You don't remember inviting me in here?".

She frowned at him even more. Apparently she didn't remember.

"Well" He continued, sauntering over to the sofa and crashing onto the empty seat next to her, carelessly bringing his feet up to rest on her coffee table. "You did".

"Get your feet down, you brute!" She muttered, closing the Grimoire and smacking him on the leg with it.

"Be careful, love" He said, pulling the book from her hands and smiling at her menacingly, not even attempting to remove his feet from the now dirt stained coffee table. "You may need this for the favour I am about to ask of you".

"I'm not doing you any favours" She said with a glare, hatred thick in her voice.

"I think you'll find that you are, love" He countered with a glare of his own, one that sent a rush of fear through Bonnie's body, but she wouldn't let it show. "If you don't do this for me, let's just say that there is an endless line of your loved ones whose hearts I would just love to rip out. Starting with that Gilbert boy".

Bonnie's breath caught in her throat, the thought of Jeremy being hurt was too much for her to handle, and there was no doubt in her mind that Klaus would live up to his word, and rip out Jeremy's heart without a second thought.

"What do you want?" She asked with a sigh, defeated, hating the smile that spread across Klaus' lips at her failure to disobey him.

"I want you to make me a… love potion, of sorts" He said, thrusting the Grimoire back at her, scowling at her as she broke out into a laugh.

"Love potion!?" She asked, trying to catch her breath between laughter. "Do you think that I'm some kind of Disney witch?".

"Well, you certainly cackle like one" He countered with a smirk, his grin widening as her laughter died down and a glare formed on her face.

"I don't make potions" She spat back at him, placing the Grimoire on a clean spot on the coffee table and getting up from her seat. She walked towards her front door, and thrust it open, turning to face him with her brows raised. "Sorry. Now leave, please".

"Alright" He said, getting up from his place on the sofa and pulling his phone out of his pocket, dialling a number into it and making his way towards the door. "If that's the way it must be…"

"Rebekah, sweetheart!" Bonnie heard him say down the phone just as he had stepped out of her front door. "I need your help, seems like I need to kill a few people, and I-"

"Wait!" Bonnie pleaded, hating the smug smile that formed on his lips as he turned to face her yet again.

He covered the end of his phone with his hand, turning it away from his face slightly and faking innocence as he asked softly; "Is everything okay, Bonnie?".

"There may be something I can do" She sighed, opening the door wider and clearing a space for him to walk past her. "Come back inside".

The breath that she wasn't aware she had been holding finally escaped her lips, as he hung up the phone and placed it back into his pocket with a smirk.

"Lovely" He commented, stepping back into the Bennett house, not caring for how loudly Bonnie slammed the door shut behind them.