1) CONFINEMENT
It begins like most chaotic events do. Without an inkling of warning.
One moment Bonnie Shelia Bennett is in a bear like hibernation, sprawled out in her comfortable queen sized bed with her caramel silhouette glowing beautifully in the light of the full moon after an ugly night of failure with the Scooby gang — and the next she is catapulted from her slumber by a sudden weight settling on top of her!
Startling with panic, the witch fruitlessly fights to rid herself of the distinguishable mass while loud and rhythmic panting fills her ears and soft fur fills her hands.
Werewolf.
She immediately coins the creature pinning her to her bed, before shifting into survival mode, using her magic to throw the animal across the room. It SLAMS into her wall with a resounding thump — but is back on top of her so quick, she has to wonder if she imagined throwing it in the first place.
Snarling brusquely, it brandishes it's razor sharp, talon like fangs inches from her face with a clear warning.
Bonnie's chest rises and falls rapidly, heart threatening to pound it's way out of her breast as her green eyes crash into raging gold, and she slowly stills her fighting limbs.
Tilting it's head to the side, the wolf arches it's brow almost as if to say, That's what I thought.
The arrogance has the teen witch gritting her teeth with newfound tenacity and throwing caution to the wind, recklessly gearing up to use her magic again.
Silencing her retribution, the monster lowers its head to the sliver of cleavage exposed by her cotton, white cami… right over her heart. And she stills.
Too afraid to move — almost too afraid to breathe — Bonnie's large eyes stare down at the midnight fur covering her bosom.
She's shocked stupid to hear and feel a sigh emanate the heavy creature a moment later as it relaxes all of it's suffocating weight onto her, arms framing her wild ringlets of hair and hind legs curled up on either side of her caramel legs.
Trapped… Imprisoned… Subjugated…
Hauntingly beautiful, moonlight continuously seeps into the witch's bedroom, illuminating the visible parts of her minuscule body as she blinks up at the ceiling, more uncomfortable than ever before in her life.
Bonnie lies awake beneath the slumbering beast. So heavy… So dominating… So imposing… Yet in the strangest most impossible way… comforting — oddly smelling nothing like a dog to her senses and everything like charcoal pencils, wooded forests, the most delicious batch of Gucci by Gucci cologne, and darkness... danger... power.
Stifling a yawn, she absently winds her fingers into the fur atop it's head when it growls lowly into her collarbone before adversely swiping her chin with it's tongue, all of it a perceived command for her to close her eyes and rest, which she exhaustedly obliges.
And so the witch ends up sharing her bed with a werewolf…
She will not sleep in an empty house tonight. His warm body subdues her through the early morning chill.
2) LASCIVIOUSNESS
"Mr… Mikaelson…"
The original hybrid jots his name across a dry erase board, before swiveling to face a classroom of students with a dimpled grin.
Moments earlier, he'd reclined in the rolling chair of a supply closet, punishingly slapping the bouncing breasts of a rather insightful guidance counsellor as she rode his dick to kingdom come…
The brand of his fingers around her ivory neck, his fangs in her red tits, and his seed on her belly have since been removed from her person, but the tranquility the brutal coupling branded into his stormy mind, ever so wonderfully remains…
"Sorry, I'm late! —
Sweeping into his classroom, the object of his ire briskly annihilates his every peace and reclaimed control, replacing them with affliction and ungovernable ardor. And he had so thought himself above werewolf lore…
The little witch freezes in the doorway of his classroom, ogling him while his mouth immediately salivates for her.
Mate.
He knew the moment he surrendered to the driving impulse of his baser instinct, scampering off on all fours to follow her scent and infiltrate her bed the previous night…
He also knew this morning when he awoke with reason and logic returned to their dominance and his very human body wrapped around her like a second skin… It was humiliating the way he'd lain on his side more than spooning the bratty adolescent from behind with both arms wrapped around her upper half, hugging her pliant form to him like a cherished possession. He couldn't have leapt from her bed fast enough!
Even now, the pounding of Bonnie's heart… the bright discoloration of her cheeks… the panicked recognition in her emerald eyes all too powerfully call to his loins while shouting to his soul her knowledge of his full identity to her.
"You! —
"It's Mr. Mikaelson actually, young lady!" Klaus commandingly interrupts her startled gasp before inhaling ravenously at the lingering scent of himself on her skin, beneath her body wash and lotion. A deviant sense of possessiveness slithers its way through his entire being at the smell, before poisoning with unhinged fury at the sight of the self righteous disgust entering her leer. "Take your seat. Now!" he snarls, glaring pointedly into the unaware and defenseless classmates around her to issue a sure warning.
The rejection of one's mate can cause a heartbreak so obliterating it's life threatening. Bonnie's rejection only enrages the hybrid. Her self righteousness makes him want to throw her over his knee, yank her panties down, and spank her raw. Her disgust makes him want to bend her over his desk and fuck her repeatedly — until he unearths her every protection of soap and lotion, and the only fragrance she knows is his disgusting musk…
Instead, Klaus keeps her after class, handing off a metal paint scraper to her and ordering she rid his desks of gum.
The witch's anger is palpable and her hatred is potent, so he speeds over, interrupting her work and lifting her chin.
"What the —
"Suck it." he orders, with the fly of his dress pants suddenly wide open and his egotistically naked erection in her face.
"What the hell?!" she attempts to recoil from him.
"Suck. My. Cock. Bonnie." Cerulean eyes glare unrelentingly into emerald as his grip on her chin tightens with possession, thirsty for her submission.
"You're out of your got damn mind!"
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm a sexual degenerate, don't you know?! Most importantly, I'm a man who gets what he wants. And little witch… I mean to have you. In every way. In every position imaginable."
Hours earlier, he'd started his day determined to fight the pull toward her.
She'd sealed her fate with her sassy attitude…
"Fine!" abruptly gripping onto Bonnie's arms, Klaus hurls her to her feet when she continues to refuse his veiny girth. Lowering his face toward hers — only to have her suck in her lips and turn away from him — he burrows himself into her neck, evoking a gasp from her lips as she winces, fully expecting his fangs to pierce her skin — when his red lips brush her with a kiss instead.
His tongue quickly follows.
Like a teenager hungrily siphoning the last sliver of milkshake, the wolf insatiably sucks and bites her neck while his saluting cock titillatingly pokes her jean covered thigh throughout.
"Stop." her assertion comes out an unfamiliar whimper.
"No."
"Stop it, Klaus." Bonnie's soft body melts into his, contradicting the order.
"Push me away, darling, if you don't want it…" he ravenously breathes into her caramel skin, loving the taste of her so delectably he literally chews on her neck before forcing himself away from her with one parting love bite.
"I will taste those lips." the hybrid leers into the astonished witch with promise. "And I will see them puckered around my prick." he vows before turning his obsessive attention to the large red hickie now adorning her neck. "Every time you gaze upon this angry mark, I want you to hear my melodious voice deep in your conscious telling you, YOU ARE MINE." he caresses his mark, enjoying the way it seems to make the witch shudder endlessly. "You take care your mind knows well… I'll make sure your body knows. Real soon, witch." he asserts before abruptly catching the tiniest surprising whiff of her mouthwatering arousal as his eyes flash gold. "Holy hell, real soon. Now leave my sight! GO!"
Shamelessly jacking his raging phallus, Klaus watches Bonnie scurry out of his classroom with her potent aroma loitering after her, causing him to exhale with starvation.
She is his.
He will have her.
3) AMIABILITY
Bonnie pats her freshly washed face dry while peering into her reflection — gaze drawn, for the umpteenth time, to the obnoxious red mark on her neck.
Gritting her teeth with fury, she lightly touches the hickie before gasping at the tiny tingle that infiltrates her every fiber at the action.
'YOU ARE MINE.' the hybrid's deep, authoritative voice seems to emanate from her soul.
"No!" the witch exclaims with defiance.
Oh how she'd hoped upon all hope that her wolf bedmate was not Klaus Mikaelson... though she somehow knew the moment he'd thrown his overbearing self on top of her.
Seeing him at the front of her American Lit classroom earlier that day, there was no denying it. Bonnie felt it in her heart, mind, body, and soul as she laid eyes on him for the first proper time — and boy was he unfairly easy on those eyes.
With an athletic build scarcely shielded by the suit he wore… soft, blonde curls… arrestingly blue eyes… deliciously full lips… and dimples, she immediately hated him more for his unreasonably gorgeous appearance.
It's an appearance that persistently infiltrates her busy dreams all night...
Back pressed against Jeremy's sturdy front, Bonnie basks in the feel of his devoted embrace with a bright giggle on her lips — before she is overwhelmed by a certain clenching of her heart.
Gaze shooting up from the game of pool played by her boyfriend's buddies, her green eyes crash instantly into dominating blue filled with a fury so palpable it causes her to shudder. Thighs clenching together unconsciously, she battles the contrasting loathe and desire for the weighty leer.
"What's wrong, Bon?" Jeremy questions at her sudden stiffness, before following her rigged gaze. "Oh. Klaus." he bites the name out like bile and protectively tightens his hold on the witch, kissing her cheek. "Don't worry. He's probably here for his precious doppelgänger blood. Dick is so obsessively paranoid he compelled himself a position at our school just to keep track of Elena. He'll split when he sees she's not here…"
He doesn't. His unnerving glare follows her for a full hour, causing her to second-guess her possibly provoking decision to skip school that day — and simultaneously worry for her overly affectionate boyfriend's life — before he corners her in the women's bathroom of the Grille.
"You are on thin ice, sweetheart."
"You're already in the water, freezing your ass off, psycho!" Bonnie glares into Klaus through the mirror of the sink she washes her hands at while he locks the lavatory door.
"You cannot be so daft as to think I will allow you to gallivant around with another man, right in front of my face!"
"You mean my BOYFRIEND?!"
"Hmm." flashing over to her, the hybrid turns her away from the sink, swiftly grasping the nape of her neck. "He's your boyfriend when you bear my mark on your skin?" he fingers the loose curls near her column before brushing them away, only to be met with the sight of flawless caramel. "Where is it?!" he snarls with rage.
"Witch, remember?" She's spent the better part of her day gathering the ingredients to magically remove the brand. "I don't advertise for things I don't advocate. And the last thing I will ever advocate is your shameful, ugly, disgusting mark! I don't belong to you, Niklaus —
"What did you call me?!"
"... Um…"
Gaping suddenly like a deer in headlights, Bonnie silently berates herself for uttering the name of the fascinatingly tragic viking of her dreams.
Adrenaline pumping through her veins at the sight of the growling supernatural, she makes ready to deliver the aneurysm of her 17-year-old life — when he abruptly hooks an arm around her waist, yanks her soft body against his hard, and grasps her face.
Klaus kisses her.
Repeatedly. Not at all like she expects. He's slow... soft... coaxing with his red mouth lingeringly brushing her pink in an attack of intoxicating caresses.
The witch would like to blame it on the sudden connection she feels to him — would love to blame it on the imprint nonsense. But she fears she'd be lost to his machinations without aid…
Upon the fifth drugged stroke of her lips, Bonnie finds herself helplessly returning Klaus' kisses, shaky fingers grasping the henley material on either side of his torso while her eyes close and she meets his exquisite mouth, tit for yearning tat.
Snarling with possessive rage, the hybrid palms and squeezes her ass, gradually deepening their lip lock with his full mouth cradling her top lip… her bottom lip… her top, her bottom while pulling and tugging in a painfully slow buildup that has her whimpering weakly and tightening her hold on his shirt. She opens her mouth on a gasp when her knees literally threaten to buckle around his tenth provoking smooch.
Jeremy is an afterthought, swiftly confined to the part of her brain that sees the least amount of day as Klaus' tongue smoothly introduces itself to its lifelong dance partner, twirling her in a sweltering waltz — a tango of increasing ardor in which he is the dominant lead, yet also a devoted follower, seductively moving at his mate's pace as if reading her mind.
Completely spellbound, the witch finds herself moaning forsakenly by the time one of his large hands enters her curls, fingers raking through while his taste buds persistently rub against her's, steadily awaken her to his rousing flavor and making her hunger for more… his savor, his touch, his scent, his everything…
He leaves her mouth kiss swollen and gasping for air as his ivory hands fervently grasp around her toffee ears, breathy lips dragging down her face and caressing her temple and cheek before moving to her right ear. "Don't provoke me, my beautiful witch, and then speak my name as if you're mine." the whispered command tickles her eardrum. "Cause I'll promptly remind you you are." she shudders powerlessly as he continuously kisses her ear.
Backing away with the firm mandate, Klaus fixes the dazed teen with a disarmingly tender smile before lusciously pecking her one final time.
When Bonnie blinks again, she's alone in the bathroom.
Alone with a racing heart and a mind shamefully replaying the kiss of her life.
This is madness…
4) INTIMACY
Bonnie's tired green eyes greet the day, crashing into muscular pecs.
"Shit!" cheeks coloring deeply, the teen scrambles wide awake off of the hybrid's nearly naked frame — unnervingly pissed at the knowledge he's doubly invaded her bed and pulled her into his intimate imprisonment sometime during the night — and terribly embarrassed because of the previous placement of her thighs, surrounding his right thigh, basically humping him with her cotton covered sex. "You —
Klaus tugs her back on top of him, striking blue eyes taking in her adorable bed hair, pretty eye bags, and dwarfing night shirt.
Basking in the memory of her immediate nuzzling of his chest when he pulled her on top of him hours ago, he tenderly grasps her chin, pulls her in, and kisses her forehead. "Go to school like my good girl today, okay, love? I will see you in class."
And so the madness intensifies…
Klaus begins to frequent Bonnie's bed, waiting each night for her to fall asleep before slipping under her covers — until the fifth night when he drops all pretenses and starts turning up in her room around 10PM.
He lounges on her bed, silently watching her carry out her nightly routine. Sometimes he traverses her room, quietly criticizing her knickknacks. One night he looms over her desk chair, helping with her homework.
Spooning her from behind, he rigidly kisses her ear, telling her to go to sleep when she prods him for details on a painful past she shouldn't even know about.
Her vulnerable eyes avoid his as she divulges her unstable and lonely childhood, the following night…
His intense blues powerfully pierce her with the telling of his life as a human.
Night ten everything goes to hell.
Body trapping the witch against her bedroom door, the hybrid's eyes flash gold as he demands to know why she's 'doused in the boy's scent!'
Bonnie stumbles through a placating explanation about a scary movie marathon — before abruptly shaking her head, remembering herself, and fruitlessly attempting to shove the teacher away.
"This is insane! HE'S MY BOYFRIEND! That's why I'm covered in his scent! My God, you're making me crazy! You spend a couple of nights in my bed and suddenly I'm refraining from PDA at school, in consideration of YOUR feelings! I'm subconsciously distancing myself from my own boyfriend FOR YOU!"
"THAT'S BECAUSE YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS KNOWS YOU'RE MINE!"
Bonnie demands him to leave.
Klaus holds her bristling form closer to him than ever before as they drift to sleep.
The following morning, the teen witch glares into her reflection, realizing the bastard kissed her cheek and bade her farewell like everything was gucci — when he'd started World War III in the night!
With no time for the complicated spell, she violently covers the fresh trilogy of hickies on her neck with makeup, before hightailing it to school like his 'good girl!'
Her rebellion against his declarative ownership comes in the form of her hotly making out with Jeremy against her locker.
Klaus crushes the doorknob of his classroom unrecognizable before slamming it shut with alarming violence. Rampantly fighting away the mental imagery of the witch meeting his ballistic glare head on and continuing to tongue down the human, he dents the wooden entrance with the punishing pressure of his forehead while willing away enraged veins, blood thirsty fangs, and demented black eyes.
Near the end of first block, he barrels from his desk, abruptly declaring the recital of one of his favorite verses of the Romantic/Gothic era. Glaring straight into the infuriating 17-year-old, he slowly and snippily dictates.
"Come to the mirror, my honey
I long to see your glisten
With my hand between your thighs
I jar stubborn thoughts and make them listen
Watch my fingers disappear
possess what's mine inside your hive
And reemerge with succulent honey
As I watch you come... alive"
Fiendish leer continuously glued to Bonnie, Klaus gives no reaction to the sounding of the bell as he opens his mouth on a snarl. "Stay after class, Ms. Bennett!"
The witch grits her teeth at the sight of her ogling and whispering classmates, incensed by the tactless hybrid — yet so irrefutably turned on by his brash behavior.
They'll be the scandalous talk of the school, all to his sickly possessive pleasure no doubt…
Wordlessly approaching, Klaus places his hands on her hips from behind, authoritatively leading her to the back of the room and standing them before the tacky full length mirror left behind by the class's previous owner.
"For days, I've done nothing but hold you in my arms and kiss your face…" his right hand leaves her hip to scorch her inner thigh, caressing the sensitive flesh made accessible by the skirt she wore to further rile him with her locker performance. "I'm not this tender, patient, affectionate being, but you draw it out of me."
Looking Bonnie straight in the eyes through the mirror, Klaus watches her swallow while meeting his stare head on and following his deft fingers higher and higher as one hand folds her skirt around her waist and the other disappears into her panties.
"You make me yearn to consider your comfort… move at your pace — but make no mistake! I am a territorial and possessive beast at my core." stubbornly fighting to keep her eyes open on their ridiculously mesmerizing reflection, her every coherent thought is lost as he brings to life his spontaneously improvised rhyme, fingers entering and scorchingly plundering a part of her even her boyfriend has yet to touch. "Don't get angry with the big bad wolf, love... You summoned him."
Masterfully pulling out her honey, he intensely forces her to come undone before the mirror.
It's utter madness, and the witch is reaching a point of no return, she's certain as the hybrid holds her in his arms that night, kissing all over her face and repeatedly whispering, mine, mine, mine — while her heart beats in tandem with the claim and softly echoes, your's your's your's.
In attempt to bring an end to the passionate insanity, Bonnie snuggles into his chest in the stillness of night, whimpering Jeremy's name.
Klaus vanishes from her bed.
He vanishes from her school... He vanishes from Mystic Falls altogether. For an entire week — and she'd happily turn somersaults at the disappearance, if her bed didn't feel so gapingly empty without him.
The hybrid makes her feel so painfully weak with his overbearing dominance, and yet her weakness is a blessing when she's had to be strong for so long! He brings out this suppressed vulnerability in her, but at the same time somehow empowers her in an area she's never felt more than mediocrity... her desirability. He makes her feel beautiful, sexy, and fervently invincible.
Until the next time Bonnie lays eyes on him at the homecoming dance... on the arm of the school guidance counsellor, Ms. O'Connell.
5) MATING
Immediately finding a moment to steal Klaus away, Bonnie drags him into the school hall, swiveling about and pressing a hand to his chest while using her magic to help shove him onto a nearby bench.
"Where the hell have you been?!"
"It's no concern of yours, sweetheart."
Closing in on the hybrid, Bonnie moves until she's standing in between his legs. "The hell it's not, you infuriating man!" Her breath catches being so proximate to him after so long. She's hungry for it — desperate for it as she runs a hand through the soft curls on the crown of his head, before grasping. "You just disappeared!… I was worried about you."
He's so handsome in his tuxedo, with his eyes so blue and his lips so red — and he's not close enough!
Tugging his head into her bosom, the teen encircles her free arm around his shoulders, clutching him to her.
Klaus' hands ball into white knuckled fists, fighting to remain at his side and not succumb to her affectionate words and possessive embrace. He battles his every instinct to keep from fusing his arms around her waist and crashing his lips into her exposed chest like she's his. He nearly shakes from the peril wrought by her mid-thigh length, v-neck, white lace bodycon dress and the teeth grinding vision she makes in it.
"I'm the Original hybrid, love. Don't waste your worries on me…" his fists remain immobile, but his mouth develops a mind of its own, kissing the valley between her breasts.
Disapproving throat clearing forces the mates back to earth.
"This is hardly appropriate, Ms. Bennett."
Unbeknownst to Bonnie, her grip tightens and her eyes flash the briefest of gold as they shoot open, glaring into the glowering Camille O'Connell, before landing on the unreadable expression of Jeremy Gilbert beside her.
"Your eyes!"
"Jeremy…" the witch's whisper follows the counsellor's shriek as she detangles herself from the hybrid and hurries after the retreating brunette.
Her heart aches. Dully and terribly. But for the first time it isn't solely for a Gilbert… It breaks also for the centuries old Original she's disregarded yet again… the immortal vampire who refused to return her embrace moments ago while resembling less the dominant wolf and more the insecure viking than she's ever witnessed.
Tearing out of the gym and into the cool night air, Bonnie proceeds to explain these tormenting emotions to Jeremy along with the many other reasons she can no longer be his girlfriend.
And then he is shot.
Klaus is in the middle of middle of a grade A interrogation with Camille when an indescribable feeling of trepidation overwhelms him.
She's in trouble. He knows beyond a shadow of a doubt, as he barrels up from the bench.
"Oh no you don't, mister! You're not leaving this hallway until you expla—
Sputtering, the counsellor pivots about the suddenly empty corridor.
"Bonnie! Bonnie!"
Elena throws herself onto the pavement beside her reeling and bloody nosed best friend while Stefan jumps into action, biting into his wrist — before he is violently hurled away by a hell-bent hybrid.
Flashing onto the scene, Klaus drops to the ground, cradling Bonnie in his arms and tearing into his wrist.
"Stupid witch! You stupid, stupid witch!"
He presses his crimson appendage to her mouth, brushing his lips against her forehead, temple, and cheek while whispering sweet nothings to her.
Suckling his blood, Bonnie begins to regain her bearings, staring into his eyes before kissing his wrist continually.
"You came…"
"Of course, I came! I'll always come for you! — And what the bloody hell were you thinking?!" the hybrid spurs them into an argument of werewolf bites, diseased vampires, and overzealous sheriffs, before becoming all too aware of their audience. "Never mind… All is well now. I'll leave you to your…" he eyes the ogling Jeremy with resentment.
"Niklaus." in the midst of lifting the teen witch from his lap, he freezes, glowering down at her. "Take me home. Please? —
"I don't believe it. So those crazy rumors were true? You two are..."
"I explained most of it to Jeremy." Bonnie distractedly offers. "Anything else you want to know will have to wait till Monday, Elena. For now I need to… I want to be with my mate."
Klaus' heart soars at the open claim.
"… Let's go home, Nik."
Per her request, he leaves a vial of his blood to help cure the dying Damon...
Gasping breathlessly, Bonnie peers up into the hybrid's piercing gaze, as he slowly and deeply penetrates her continuously.
So many emotions surge through her heart as he persistently claims her virginal body as his. "I didn't say Jeremy's name that night because I was thinking of him! — I was thinking of you! And how much you scare me… I'm sorry."
Squeezing her small hands intertwined with his own, Klaus lowers his head, devotedly kissing her forehead and temple. "Don't be frightened of me, love, please. The last thing I want is your fear."
"I'm only afraid of the way you make me feel… Don't leave me again, okay?"
"I won't." stilling inside of Bonnie, he grasps her chin, crashing his lips into hers. "I missed you terribly. Did you miss me?"
"You knew I would, didn't you?" she frowns, before the hybrid kisses it away.
"I only wished and dreamed it, darling, while working to get a handle on my feelings for you —
"I don't want you to get a handle on your feelings."
Eyeing the witch's gorgeously naked body with possessive rapture, Klaus begins to fuck her faster, imagining the endless vulgarities he will do to her.
"I'm sure it's not possible!"
"So! You're my mate?! Hmmm… Dammmn!" Bonnie whimpers and moans as the hybrid releases one of her hands to knead and tease her breasts.
"I'm all yours, Bonnie... Bloody hell! And you're mine." bending her right leg, he fuses his lips to her neck while furiously hitting her even deeper.
"Good! And just so you know — shit, Nik! You're gonna break my bed! — If you ever allow another woman to put her hands on you again…"
Bonnie bites Klaus' shoulder, triggering his eyes to flash gold and his fangs to bury into her neck with a vicious growl, "Mine!"
Screaming to the heavens, she comes while he convulses, emptying his seed inside of her.
The claiming is only the beginning...
A/N: Thank-you for reading. I hope you enjoyed! :) It's bittersweet to announce this is goodbye again. Time is of the essence, and I've wasted enough of it.
WordsOfWisdom: I encourage you to chase after your dreams! For so long, I've been afraid to fail and therefore ceased trying. I've done such a disservice to myself and the God I serve and love! It's better to have failed than not have tried at all - and my God has NEVER failed! So here's to having faith in the one who gave me the dream! "He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ." (Philippians 1:6) "With God ALL things are possible!" (Matthew 19:26) "We are more than conquerors!" (Romans 8:37) God bless, loves!