A/N: So, I always wanted to write a soulmate Klonnie fic and my muse finally cooperated with me. I'm planning for this to be a three part fic, just to get it out of my system really. Let me know if you like it. As always, thank you so much for all your support. Happy Holidays!


Fated

It happens on an otherwise normal day.

Bonnie steps out of the library and breathes in the crisp autumn air. She has spent the better part of the day working on a paper. It's about the witch trials in England, a fascinating subject that also hits close to home. Bonnie is a witch after all, a real one that is, not one of the poor souls who were wrongfully accused and convicted centuries before.

It's the magic flowing through her veins that alerts her to the presence of another supernatural nearby.

She's walking down the street when she feels it; that cold dread that penetrates every inch of her skin. Her head moves from side to side, searching for the source of her discomfort. That sudden cold can only mean that a vampire is nearby, although she can't see him yet. The younger the vampire, the harder they are to detect. The fact that her magic warns her about this vampire in particular when he isn't even in sight means he or she must be an old one.

Bonnie tenses and stops walking altogether, unsure of what to do. As a Bennett witch, she is no stranger to the supernatural creatures that roam the earth. She has encountered a couple of vampires throughout her life and a werewolf or two. You can't avoid other supernaturals in a city like London, big cities tend to attract them like bees to honey. She has always been careful to mind her own business though and avoid situations that might lead to trouble. Better safe than sorry, her Grams likes to say and Bonnie has always taken those words to heart.

Her green eyes go wide when she finally spots him walking on the opposite side of the street. Tall, blond haired, and dressed in black. The man looks to be in his late twenties, he has blue eyes, full red lips and pale skin. He looks like he just stepped out of the pages of GQ magazine.

Bonnie's breath catches in her throat.

The vampire stops all of a sudden, eyes zeroing on her immediately.

The moment their eyes connect, Bonnie feels a warm tingling sensation spreading all over her body.

Everything stops.

The noises, the cars, the people walking around them, they all disappear as witch and vampire continue to gaze into each other's eyes.

There is a strange sizzling in the air, the wind picks up, and the earth trembles as a powerful, invisible rope ties them together.

He must feel it too. For the briefest of seconds, Bonnie could swear she sees surprise flickering across his face. It's gone all too soon though.

The two of them continue to stare at each other until a car speeds down the street and breaks the moment.

Bonnie blinks, body trembling and heart nearly bursting out of her chest. She feels startled and her magic is violently swirling inside her, to the point that it burns. She focuses on her breathing while looking at the handsome vampire once more.

He's gone.

She didn't even notice when he left.

Bonnie feels shaken by the encounter. She has never reacted like this to a vampire before, her magic has never reacted like this, to be more precise. She stands there, feeling lost and confused by the whole thing and when she finally makes her legs work and hurries towards her apartment, she could swear she can feel his eyes watching her.

She should have known then what that encounter meant.

X

X

Bonnie can't sleep.

The encounter with the handsome vampire lingers on her mind, keeping her awake for most of the night.

Who is he?

Why did he provoke such reaction from her?

Why can't she get him out of her mind?

Something has changed, she can feel it but she's not entirely sure what it is. She rolls from side to side on her bed, kicks the covers, and stares at the ceiling. Her magic is restless, it thrums endlessly, almost as if it's seeking something.

She has to make a sleeping draught in order to finally fall asleep.

The next morning when she goes to the bathroom, she sees it.

A name scribbled on her wrist.

A name that was not there the day before.

Bonnie blinks and stares at the letters in shock. "This can't be real," she mutters. Her fingers tremble as she traces the name branding her skin; disbelief flowing through every nerve in her body. It looks like a tattoo but she knows it is not. The black cursive ink spells the name of her soulmate.

Her soulmate.

The realization hits her like a bucket of ice water.

Her knees go weak and she has to hold on to the sink for support. She can't breathe, all she can do is stare at the name with wide eyes.

Niklaus Mikaelson

X

X

"Are you sure it's a soulmark?" Her cousin Lucy questions for the fifth or sixth time.

Lucy is the first-person Bonnie calls after recovering from her shock. Lucy is not only family but also her closest friend. "I have his name tattooed on my wrist, Lucy." Bonnie lays on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She has skipped classes today. She can't concentrate on anything else but the strange name on her skin. Who would name their child Niklaus? She wonders absently.

"Maye you got drunk last night and-"

"I woke up with it!" Bonnie interrupts in exasperation. "How the hell is this even possible?"

"Why are you so upset?" Lucy questions her. "You found your soulmate, you should be thrilled!"

Soulmates are a thing of myth, Lucy and Bonnie learned about them as young girls and spent countless hours fantasizing about meeting their soulmates and living happily ever after. They're not girls anymore and Bonnie has already come to see the mark as a heavy burden.

"Honestly, Bee If I were you," Lucy continues. "I would be doing a locator spell and racing to meet him!"

Bonnie doesn't respond.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Lucy asks in a much more sympathetic voice.

"I should feel happy," Bonnie confesses quietly. This should be seen as an achievement, another proof that she is the prodigy the witch council declared her to be when she was just a child, but she's not happy at all. "Lu," she says in an almost whisper. "I feel dread."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just…" Bonnie can't really explain what she's feeling. "This is going to change everything and not in a good way, I think."

"You need to talk to Grams," Lucy advises. "She is the only one who can help you figure this out."

"I know."

X

X

Bonnie packs a duffel bag and drives to her grandmother's cottage that afternoon.

Sheila Bennett is a professor at Oxford University. She lives in a beautiful cottage surrounded by enchanting woods which Bonnie explored in depth as a child.

It takes her two hours to arrive but as soon as she gets out of the car, Bonnie knows she will be alright. A soft smile spreads across her face as she inhales the familiar scents of herbs and spices and feels the little jolts of magic greeting her.

Home

Even after two years of living in London, nothing can replace this house, this feeling of serenity and belonging. From the moment she first arrived as a scared and lonely four-year-old, Bonnie has called this cottage home. As long as she is with Grams, she knows she will be okay.

"Hey Solomon," Bonnie crouches down and pets the black cat near the door. Solomon blinks lazily at her before curling himself into a ball and going back to sleep. "Nice to see you too, lazy cat." Bonnie smiles down at him before making her way inside the house.

X

X

An hour later, Bonnie gets the confirmation she has been dreading.

"It's definitely a soulmark." Sheila studies Bonnie's wrist. Her dark eyes are filled with wonder as she traces the letters with gentle fingers. "Soulmates are extremely rare," she murmurs. "It's been three hundred years since the last time a witch found her soulmate."

Bonnie bites her lower lip, feeling excited and scared and extremely curious all at once. "I don't know how it happened, I woke up today with it and-" she lets out a nervous puff of air.

"What is it, sweetie?"

"I'm worried Grams," Bonnie stares into her eyes and allows her fears to shine through. "I feel like something bad is going to happen."

Sheila nods. "I would be worried too if I were in your shoes."

That doesn't help to appease Bonnie at all. "I don't even know who he is, or how to find him, or what will happen now…"

Sheila releases her wrist and stares out of the window, deep in thought. There is a soft wind rattling the old glass and causing a small tornado with the different color leaves on the ground. Fall is the most beautiful time of the year in the cottage. "I recognize the name."

"What?"

Sheila turns to face her once more. "Oh Bonnie," she takes Bonnie's hand and squeezes her fingers. She looks really sad.

"What coven does he belong to?" Bonnie questions. "Is he from here or the U.S? How did you meet? Do you think he will try and contact me? What are we supposed to do now?"

Grams looks almost heartbroken.

"Grams you are scaring me," Bonnie tells her fearfully. "What are you not telling me?"

"He's not a witch Bonnie," Sheila takes a deep breath before uttering the words that change the course of Bonnie's life forever. "Niklaus Mikaelson is a vampire, an Original actually," Grams informs her. "He's also a werewolf."

"Wait…what?" Bonnie has heard about the Originals, a family who are the progenitors of the vampire race. Witches like to gossip about other supernatural creatures' affairs after all, but she's not familiar with their names, she didn't even know one of them was also a werewolf. "How?"

"The Original hybrid he is called," Grams tells her. "I met him over a decade ago, before I accepted the position at Oxford," she explains then. "He came to Mystic Falls in need of a favor."

Mystic Falls is the town of Bonnie's birth, is where she lived until her parents got divorced. After winning the bitter custody battle, Abby celebrated by shipping Bonnie off to England to live with her Grams while she traveled the world with her lover. Bonnie has not seen her since then and the last news she got of her father was that he remarried and had another child. She pushes any thoughts of her neglectful parents away and focuses on the information Grams has revealed to her. "The Original hybrid…" she mutters. The strange encounter from the day before hits her like lightning. "I saw him…" Bonnie gasps. Damn it, Bonnie! How could you not connect the dots? She's such an idiot. The encounter with the vampire the day before was not coincidence at all. "Yesterday," she says. "I sensed a vampire when I was coming out of the library and my whole body reacted when I saw him, my magic was going crazy too and-"

Understanding flickers across Sheila's face. "That's what triggered the soulmark." She waves her hand and mutters a spell in Latin.

A leather-bound journal appears out of nowhere.

It floats above the kitchen table for a few seconds before landing slowly in front of Bonnie.

"Qetsiyah is the only witch in the Bennett bloodline to have found a soulmate," Grams reminds her. "His name was Silas and he was a very powerful warlock. They both became rather fascinated by the subject of soulmates and wrote about it." She points to the journal. "I think their writings will help you understand more about the soulmark and what it means for you…and for Klaus."

Bonnie stares at the book in front of her. "How can my soulmate be a vampire?" she asks. "A hybrid," she corrects herself quickly. "We're two different species." It doesn't make any sense. It shouldn't have happened. As far as she knows, it has never happened actually.

Sheila thinks about it for a moment before responding, "Werewolves have mates."

"So, you think that because of his werewolf side…"

"It's more complicated than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Klaus's mother was a witch," Grams tells her.

Bonnie's jaw nearly hits the floor. "How-"

"Bonnie listen to me," Grams takes her hand once more. "You have found your soulmate. It doesn't matter if he's a vampire or a wolf or both, what matters is that you and him are destined to be together and now that you have found each other, nothing will ever be the same again."

"But werewolves and witches can't be together!" Bonnie exclaims. "Neither vampires and witches! Relationships between different supernatural species are forbidden. You know that!" There are rules in place, ancient rules that all supernaturals abide to, it's how they keep the peace among the species. "What am I going to do Grams?" Bonnie feels like a child again. Something that should have brought her the greatest joy in the world is making her feel anxious and terrified of what's coming, because something is coming, she can feel it in her bones'; and Bonnie's feelings are never wrong.

"We'll figure it out," Sheila promises.

Even though her grandmother is trying really hard to appear strong and reassure her that everything will be fine, Bonnie can feel how worried she is. Sheila, like Bonnie knows the soulmark is going to bring them trouble.

X

X

"Have you told anyone about this?"

"Just Lucy."

"Bonnie, you know Lucy can't keep any secrets."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think we had to keep it a secret."

"I'll talk to her." There is a serious look on Grams' face as she contemplates her. "For now, it's best if no one knows, least of all the council. We must keep this a secret. Do you understand?"

Bonnie nods.

Deep down she knows the witch council will not be pleased.

X

X

Tears roll down Bonnie's cheeks as she hides in her childhood bedroom. Not only is she the first witch in three hundred years to have a soulmate, she's also the only witch in the history of the world to be the soulmate of another species, the original hybrid no less.

Why me?

She's always been the exception, all the way back to when she was six and the council tested her powers and declared her a prodigy.

This time around, the council won't be praising her talents, they will scorn her for betraying everything they stand for.

Bonnie looks down and reads the passage once more.

Soulmates are extremely rare, it is believed that they are two halves of the same soul who are destined to find each other at the right place, at the right time. Fate will always ensure that the two halves of the soul meet at the appropriate time.

"The appropriate time," Bonnie repeats wondering about the significance of meeting her soulmate two weeks before the night of All Hallows' Eve, which coincidentally will also fall on a Lunar eclipse. "Fate," she whispers. "What kind of plans do you have for me? For us?"

This is all too spooky to be coincidence.

Bonnie doesn't sleep that night.

She has too much on her mind.

X

X

"What will happen when the witch council finds out?" Bonnie asks her grandmother over breakfast the next morning.

Sheila pretends not to hear her. She places another pancake on her plate.

"Grams," Bonnie insists.

"Don't trouble yourself over that now." Sheila kisses her forehead.

Dread invades the pit of Bonnie's stomach.

X

X

Bonnie spends the rest of the day sitting in the garden, devouring Qetsiyah's writings and trying to figure out what she will do. Solomon keeps her company, nuzzling against her side and purring in delight when she scratches his head and ears.

Does her soulmate feel the same turmoil as her?

Does he care?

He must have my name on his skin, Bonnie thinks as she continues to pet Solomon. Grams' cat has always liked her best. He's really lazy and Lucy often calls him stupid but Bonnie likes his silent company. It's comforting. "Do you think he's thinking about me?" she asks Solomon.

The cat meows in response and snuggles against her.

If he met Grams before, he knows who I am, he probably even knows where I live, so why hasn't he come?

And what the hell is she going to do if he shows up at her door?

What will she say to him?

What will they do?

Bonnie can't help but wonder what he thinks of all this.

Soulmate bonds are unbreakable, there is no magic powerful enough to destroy fate's work. Which means, Bonnie and Niklaus will be bound together until their dying breaths. For him, time means nothing, he's immortal but for Bonnie, it means the rest of her life.

How is she going to spend the rest of her life tied to a creature like him?

X

X

The next day, Bonnie leaves her grandmother's house. Sheila wants her to stay but Bonnie has too many responsibilities to attend to. She is in her second year of college and has a part time job she can't keep calling out from. The world is not stopping just because she got a soulmate. It might feel like the world she knows is crumbling around her but life goes on.

"Be careful," Grams says, hugging her a little too tightly and kissing her on the cheek.

"I'll be fine," Bonnie promises, all the while wishing she could stay and hide in the cottage forever.

Grams touches her cheek and gives her a knowing look.

Bonnie has never been able to fool her.

Sheila loves her and respects her too much not to call her out on her lie though.

X

X

She's driving away from the cottage when a figure appears in the middle of the road.

"What he hell?" the tires of her car screech loudly as she comes to an abrupt stop. Her heart nearly leaps out of her chest and she rushed out of the vehicle without thinking, worried that she just ran someone over.

There is no one on the ground.

Bonnie frowns before letting out a scream when a hand grabs the back of her neck and slams her face against the hood of the car. Pain slams through her face and all the way down her neck and shoulders.

Her magic reacts instinctively and sends her attacker flying away as if he weights nothing.

Telekinesis has always been her most active power.

Bonnie turns around and sees two blurs coming towards her.

She raises her left hand and paralyzes them both before they can attack her.

Vampires.

She's still on Bennett land, there should be no vampires roaming around this area.

Bonnie feels dizzy but she manages to snap their necks with a flick of her wrist. She lets out a breath of relief, and touches the back of her neck, it still hurts. She probably has finger shaped bruises on her skin. There is blood on the side of her face and down her nose too. She can't really open her left eye, it's swollen shut. "Damn it," she curses under her breath. The force the vampire used to slam her against the car was brutal, she'll be lucky if she didn't break her nose.

Bonnie is still assessing the damage to her face when she feels that cold dread creeping through her bones.

The vampire she sent flying off is back.

He grabs her by the hair and slams her to the ground.

Agony

It's the only way Bonnie can describe the pain that invades her entire body. She cries out when his heavy body falls on top of her, pinning her with his weight against the pavement. He holds her arms above her head and digs his nails into her flesh.

Bonnie hisses in pain.

"I can't wait to taste you," the vampire hisses and grinds his hips into hers.

Bonnie chokes back a sob.

"You smell so good," the vampire licks the side of her neck, rubbing himself against her once more.

Bonnie whimpers and a few tears slid down her cheeks. He's really heavy and she feels so dizzy and out breath, she's afraid she'll pass out. She's in too much shock and pain to think clearly but that doesn't mean she's defenseless. Her magic reacts to her distress and is ready to pounce and destroy when the vampire is suddenly lifted off her.

Relief crawls over her body, Bonnie can finally breathe again.

There is a ferocious growl behind her.

"Who sent you!" An accented voice demands.

"You can't keep her a secret!" the vampire responds in a low growl. "Many more will come for her sweet blood." His words are followed by a choking sound.

Bonnie coughs blood and has to rely on her magic to dull the pain on her face before slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. With her one good eye, she manages to see the vampire that attacked her. He's on his knees, fear written all over his pale features, he's gasping and making some really awful sounds. Bonnie suddenly realizes that there is a hand protruding from his chest. Said hand, rips the vampire's spine out before swiftly decapitating him.

Bonnie gasps, horrified fascination follows as she sees the headless body drop to the ground, right next to the spine, while the head rolls somewhere under her car.

For a couple of moments, the only sound is her ragged breathing and erratic heartbeat.

Her vision blurs just as her savior takes a step towards her, she can't really see his face well, but she knows, her magic knows who he is. The soulmark on her wrist tingles too.

Niklaus

He came for her.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"

A gentle hand touches her swollen face.

He's pissed.

Bonnie can feel the anger rolling off him in waves. She whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by his close proximity and emotions. Her head slumps down and her body nearly dissolves into an exhausting puddle. She has never fought vampires before, she has never fought anyone really. And her face really hurts, the blow was far more damaging than she first suspected.

Darkness threatens to consume her.

She's vaguely aware of strong arms cradling her gently against a hard chest. Bonnie catches a swift of his cologne and an earthly scent that is all his...all male...all powerful...

She sighs contently, feeling relieved and safe in his arms.

A witch feeling safe in a vampire's arms?

The world must be truly upside down.

As Bonnie loses herself in the dark waters of unconsciousness, she could swear she feels the ghost of his breath against her neck. His stubble tickles her skin as he breaths her scent and nuzzles her neck. Is she imagining things or did he just purred? She's far too exhausted to dwell on it.

"Drink," he commands while pressing his wrist to her mouth.

Bonnie leans back against him and opens her lips without hesitation.

She drifts off with the feel of his arms around her body and the taste of his unique blood on her tongue.