A/N: This is my first attempt of writing a Klonnie story. To be honest, I'm no fan of Klaus, he had potential but you've seen what the writers have done with his character. To make his pairing with Bonnie believable I feel like a whole lot of retconning would have to take place, so I may be taking liberties, and I ask that you keep an open-mind and bear with me. I don't know his character as intimately as I do the Salvatore's and Queen Bonnie, but as a writer I have to challenge myself, so this is my challenge. So if Klaus comes off as OOC or Bonnie, or anyone…that may be intentional. I hope you guys enjoy this. Thank you in advance for reading!

*Special note* I wrote this long before we found out that witches would be the final link in completing the expression triangle. This story starts two weeks after Jeremy's death and so far Bonnie hasn't had any contact with Shane/Silas other than that brief moment once Matt dropped her off at her house. Their interaction will be coming but not in this chapter. And there might be slight and I do mean slight Bamon in the overall story. Just saying, they're my OTP, can't help myself *wink*.

Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property of LJ Smith and The CW. No copyright infringement is intended.


Hayley was riding him, moaning and groaning but his mind wasn't focused on that. In fact, it was miles away.

Now was the perfect time to strike. With the others distracted with reining in humanity deficient Elena, sneaking up and getting even with the witch would be a seamless effort. Klaus could admire Bonnie's valor. She had certainly handled him without breaking into a sweat. Twice he had fallen victim to one of her witchy tantrums, and if he weren't so enraged he'd view it as a form of foreplay or at the very least an audition. It never hurt to have a witch in your back pocket to do your bidding with a smile on her face and hell in her eyes.

But no, she needed to be taught a lesson. Klaus had promised bloody retribution and it was far too late in the game to throw in the towel, forfeit. His patience and leniency had been tested and stretched to its ultimate max. As far as he was concerned Elena got what she rightfully deserved after conspiring to entrap and murder his brother. However, the Salvatore's felt it necessary to coddle the bitch rather than let her deal with the fact she lost her only family. Again, giving her an out where so many of their kind had to suffer with their grief and the realization they were the angel of death personified.

The little wolf was now kissing his neck and along his jaw line but really the feel of her hair tickling his cheek irritated him to no end. Hayley was a useful distraction but right now he wanted her to leave. Klaus went back into his thoughts.

Had it not occurred to anyone that Elena herself was a curse, a pestilence on every good thing anyone valued? Klaus would just sit back with a really good bottle of scotch and let them sort it all out, which of course with their record would take a few centuries or so.

The witch however would suffer. And he would make certain he was the one to bring about her end.

Hands fused to Hayley's waist, Klaus pumped into her furiously hoping she'd hurry up and finish. He wondered what the best angle to come at the witch was. Other than severing Elena's head from her shoulders, he was a little stumped on what was left to take from the witch that would destroy her. There was her father to consider, but then again, from what Klaus had gathered that was a relationship filled with a lot of burned bridges. Oh, she might be upset for a time or so but like everything else, Bonnie would bounce back and with a vengeance to boot. That might be fun, exciting even. He knew he couldn't harm a single hair on Caroline's head, so that unfortunately was a no go, and she wouldn't even bat an eyelash if he staked the Salvatore's.

There was Matt, Abby, but again, if Klaus killed them or forced Bonnie to watch them being tortured it wouldn't be enough to crush her spirit, her resolve. None of these avenues would work.

Think, bloody think, man what did Bonnie have left that she would fight tooth and nail to keep, and if she lost it she might very well lose her mind?

A light bulb instantly went off over his head at the same time Hayley exploded and shivered above him. He grinned but it wasn't because of that. He grinned because he was going to test out his speculation as soon as it could be arranged.


Servant of nature her ass. If serving came in the form of being insulted, stabbed, manhandled, and threatened then Bonnie Bennett no longer wanted any part of serving.

She was supposed to be a protector, a shield, a guardian of sorts but lately everything seemed to be falling through the cracks. Everything up to this point had been done in vain. Bonnie hated thinking about the past because it was riddled with mistakes and her future hadn't fared any better. There were facts she had to deal with and not push to the back of her mind in order to concentrate on the new problem. But because there were so many problems she felt at a lost.

Damon used the sire bond to tell Elena to shut off her humanity in order to deal with the trauma of Jeremy's death. Her friends thought she was insane for wanting to lower the veil, get rid of the Other Side so everyone could be reunited with those they lost. And they were right to think she was insane. Grams would never want to come back if it meant unleashing every single supernatural being that lost its life over the span of time.

Being alone gave Bonnie plenty of time to think. She hadn't seen Shane since coming back from the island and Bonnie supposed that was a good thing. Every time he was near her she would get the impression that something wasn't right, and right when she was close to figuring out what was wrong with the picture it was like the channel in her brain would switch, and she'd be right back on her quest to "save" Jeremy, to bring back Grams, Jenna, Alaric, Vicky.

Sacrifice twelve people. Complete the Expression triangle. Lower the veil. That was the mission.

Didn't her friends know that she only wanted to do this so no one could be alone again? In her mind, it seemed like an honorable thing to do, but something about that plan seemed off to Bonnie. She couldn't just pick and choose who came back. Everyone would be coming back and she would have single-handedly unleashed hell on earth.

Crazy, right? And she was far from crazy. At least that's the opinion Bonnie used to have of herself. Now she wasn't so sure because nothing was in shades of black and white anymore. There were gray areas and some areas where she couldn't even identify the color. Bonnie felt so messed up in the head and the one person she had to talk to about this…

She was now staring at the urn that encased his ashes.

It had only been two weeks since Jeremy's death. Bonnie had gone by the Gilbert residence to speak with Elena when she got the surprise of her life. The house she used to consider her own now laid in ruins, charred, and burned beyond recognition. The smell of smoke still permeated the air and it had churned the contents of Bonnie's stomach. Seeing what was left of that house eviscerated what was left of her memories, not just of Jeremy, but of Elena's parents, Jenna, and even her best friend who had now evolved into her Mean Girl alter ego. Not quite Katherine but definitely miles away from being wholesome Elena.

Bonnie remembered giggling as she looked at the splintered and charred wood, and it didn't take long before her giggles turned into cackles, until finally she was crying like a kid lost in a store. One of Elena's neighbors had come up to her, shaking her salt and pepper head, saying what a shame it was what happened to that family. If only someone had been around to help those poor kids none of this would have happened.

That had been a knife to her heart. All Bonnie had done in the last two years of her life was try to "help those poor kids" and this was the fruits of her labor: a burned corpse and a renegade vampire.

Bonnie swiped at a tear that ran down her cheek as she continued to stare at Jeremy's urn. It was black with gold trimming locked in a small wooden chest with a glass door. There was a gold marquee underneath that simply read: Jeremy Gilbert, son, brother, friend, hunter.

His entire life summed up in four inadequate words.

Swallowing became somewhat difficult for Bonnie as she stared at what was left of her ex-boyfriend. She was amazed the forensics team had been able to recover anything after the fire. Bonnie got the gory details from Caroline on what happened after she and Matt took off. If only someone had called her, if only she had gotten a warning, this might have been another tragedy she could have prevented.

Always a day late and a damn dollar short.

Bonnie was furious. There had been no need for Elena to burn Jeremy's body. They could have given him a proper funeral; given everyone the chance to say good-bye, but leave it up to emotionally heightened Elena to think torching her brother and her house would be a splendid idea. Elena wasn't the only person who loved Jeremy. Bonnie had been there in Silas' tomb with Jeremy. She had been the last person to see him alive, well discounting Katherine, and he died not ten feet from her. She didn't get to say goodbye. She didn't get to cradle his head in her lap. She didn't get to tell him one final time that she loved him. She didn't get anything but a knife in the back, and a crazy idea to bring back Jeremy and every other supernatural being that was long gone.

And to add more irony to the situation, Jeremy's ashes were being kept in the library of the Salvatore boardinghouse. The last place he'd probably want his ashes to be. Suddenly memories began to overtake her. Bonnie saw herself burning that picture of Katherine that Stefan had to use the ashes to incapacitate her in order to get the moonstone. Jeremy had practically been standing right on top of her questioning if she were strong enough to lower the tomb spell. Bonnie had quickly silenced him with a finger to his lips because she didn't want anyone getting on her case about her power. That had been the start of it all.

She had failed him. Failed Grayson and Miranda Gilbert, failed her best friend who for a while hadn't really felt like a best friend. Failed her Grams, her legacy, failed everyone! Maybe, Bonnie began to wonder, this was all designed to happen no matter how many times and in how many ways she tried to intervene. Bonnie was beginning to learn that sometimes you just have to let things happen and clean up the mess afterwards. That was life, right?

Only that wasn't the life she wanted. A new weight had landed on her shoulders. Her mind was clear now and she knew what she had to do.

"Goodbye, Jeremy," Bonnie said and then left the boardinghouse to go to her next and hopefully final destination.


The doorbell tolled, the sound magnified by the quiet walls of his mansion. Pausing in his reading, cocking his head inquisitively to the side, Klaus Mikaelson sat down his glass tumbler filled with cognac, as a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. He figured it might be that little minx Hayley returning for another session of table-breaking sex. If it was he might oblige her, but then again he might not. It was his whim after all and sex had never been anything more than a rigorous way to pass the time.

Walking through the foyer, Klaus tried not to scowl. At one point this place had been crawling with hybrids and servants or his playthings, and now it was as empty and barren as a mausoleum. He didn't mind it too much because he much preferred his own company to any others, but still, having someone else besides himself here would have been…vaguely pleasant.

Reaching the front door, Klaus licked his teeth and then tossed open the heavy door. His eyebrows lifted of their own volition when he saw who was standing on the concrete step.

Well this was a very unexpected yet pleasant surprise.

Klaus draped himself lazily against the door, arms folded. "You have a lot of nerve showing up here after what you did to entrap me with my brother's dead body."

Bonnie stared at Klaus trying to get the words together in her head. "If you're looking for an apology I'm not here to offer you one." Klaus' eyes flashed and Bonnie ignored what she read in that flicker. "I need to talk to you about something. Can I come in?"

Taking a moment to drag his eyes over her, Klaus thought of his plan and had to recalibrate. He never would have anticipated that Bonnie would be the one to seek him out, when he had every intention of going to her, of making her suffer in likes she never would have imagined. This did make things simpler, but he had never been a simple man. Essentially she was doing the hard part by coming to him, and he should be irritated by that. Yet his appeasement would only come if he listened to what she had to say.

Stepping aside, Klaus wordlessly gave Bonnie permission to enter his premises. He led the way to one of his private study rooms and turned back to face her—teasing smile on his blood-red lips. She had no idea what she was in for.

"What is it you wish you discuss? Oh, before we go any further allow me to offer my condolences. I heard what happened to little Jeremy Gilbert, and I know you were fond of him although he cheated on you with a ghost if memory serves me right," Klaus smiled wickedly.

Bonnie tried not to let her lips curl in disgust, or her eyes to narrow in hatred, or her nostrils to flare in anger. She knew this was his sick and twisted way of taking a jab at her in retaliation for showing little remorse that his brother Kol was dead and by Jeremy's hands no less.

"But then you reap what you sow considering he killed my brother," Klaus added sardonically. "Now spit it out what you want, witch."

This was the moment of truth and now that it was here, Bonnie was speechless. The entire time she drove to Klaus' neck of the woods, Bonnie had outlined her entire proposition, had gone over it and over it with a fine tooth comb, and now she couldn't remember a thing she wanted to say to him. She shifted her weight on her feet and got momentarily distracted by the furnishings in the room. Bonnie grudgingly had to give it to the man, he had taste—of the extravagant kind—yet no matter how well his home was decorated it couldn't cover up the heinous monster that he was.

Bonnie took but a fraction of a step closer. "I need you to do something that I know no one else will do."

"And what's that?"

"I need you…to kill me."

Klaus merely blinked at Bonnie, stared at her as if he were looking right through her or at nothing at all.

What seemed like an eternity had passed without him commenting, Bonnie wondered maybe he hadn't heard her, and just as she was prepared to repeat what she said, Klaus was standing in front of her leaving very little space between their bodies.

He glared down at her. No! He was supposed to make her plead for death, not have her come here and offer herself up. This bitch was always one step ahead of him and he despised that. She was only eighteen years old for fucks sake, yet her infancy in years didn't seem to matter. She somehow, someway managed to get the drop on him.

"Why exactly would I do that, witch? What would be the purpose of me killing you? Although I'm sure I'd get some enjoyment out of it, but it would be short-lived," Klaus bit out through clenched teeth. He had to get himself under control. Bonnie Bennett would not make him snap!

Bonnie took a small step back. "Because if you don't I will kill twelve innocent people, I will complete the Expression triangle, I will destroy the Other Side, and I will bring back every single supernatural being that lost its life," finished with her tirade Bonnie allowed the gravity of her words to sink into Klaus' head.

And he was thinking. Klaus knew that Kol had been adamant in derailing everyone's plans to find the cure because it meant raising Silas the first immortal who would bring about the end of the world. Klaus had dismissed it as being nothing more than a terribly written horror story to dissuade vampires from looking for a supposed cure. However, could he write it off any longer now that Bonnie was standing in front of him telling him what she meant to do if no one manned up and stopped her?

"I'm sure, Klaus," Bonnie continued, "you wouldn't want to spend the rest of your immortality running and hiding from all the people you've killed in the last thousand years. If I do this and I'm trying not to do this, but the call to do this is too strong I'm losing my battle fighting against this, I will have brought back your two brothers, your mother, and your vampire hunting father. Is that what you want? Because I'll make it happen otherwise."

"You're bluffing," Klaus challenged heatedly. "Your moral righteousness would never allow you to do this. Your job is to protect the balance not fuck it up!"

Bonnie shook her head. "It stopped being my job the minute I started practicing Expression. I've changed, Klaus. I'm stronger than I've ever been, more powerful than you can even imagine. Can't you see why I need to be stopped before it's too late?"

"Why come to me with this? You have plenty of vampires in your pocket that can certainly do the deed for you. Or you could just eliminate the middle man and off yourself," why are you arguing this with her, Klaus wanted to scratch his head.

"You think I haven't tried?" Bonnie said lowly.

Now that surprised Klaus.

"Caroline would never lay a finger on me. Elena's humanity is off so she doesn't care either way if I'm dead or alive. Stefan won't because he'll just see it as one more strike in losing out on Elena, and Damon," Bonnie snorted, "he probably wouldn't do it just as a way to piss me off. And there's something blocking me from taking my own life. So it has to be you, Klaus. You don't care anything about me. So you have nothing to lose."

Silence passed between them.

Then something dawned on Bonnie, an epiphany of sorts. "You won't."

"I've given you no answer, love," the Original Hybrid reminded her. Although his mind was zipping quickly to turn things back in his favor, in his control, Klaus wasn't yet ready to concede in defeat.

"You won't do it because that'll mean losing Caroline and you think you're in love with her."

And that would be the conclusion she would draw. "You forget," Klaus said. "If I kill you then it would be a secret between us. She would never have to know, and I have no conscience so I would never feel the need to tell her."

"That's what you believe. But after a while, maybe after a century or so it would probably eat away at you. I shouldn't have come here," Bonnie said in frustration. No matter who she turned to there was no one who could help her. Who could make this a quick and painless process.

"Do you honestly want to die, Bonnie?" Klaus approached the frazzled witch and ran his fingers lightly over her cheek. He smiled a bit when Bonnie jerked back to avoid his touch. "Aren't you tired of having to sacrifice so much to keep those bastards you call friends alive?"

"You don't understand, Klaus!"

"No, I understand perfectly well," he refuted. "You see your death as the only way to prevent the world from erupting into chaos and perhaps it is. But why should I show you this mercy?"

Bonnie didn't know what to say to this and since it appeared he wasn't going to help her, she was ready to leave. Nodding at nothing in particular Bonnie began to head towards the front door.

Klaus was there barring the way of course. Bonnie sighed heavily.

"I should take your life as recompense for all the attempts you and yours made on mine…however…you did save my life. I haven't forgotten," Klaus said lightly to weaken her defenses.

"Yeah, and because of doing what I did…" Bonnie shut her trap. She didn't want to relive that day of watching the spirits take their anger with her out on her Grams. Snapping her eyes shut in a poor attempt to keep those images away, the guilt rose up in Bonnie.

Klaus watched her shrewdly and then his attention was drawn away as the lights in his house began to flicker. He smiled. This slip of a girl was losing her control and all he need do was tap her and she'd fall right over the edge.

But this was still too simple. Bonnie wouldn't suffer if he killed her. He would be doing her, everyone really a favor, and Klaus had never been big on doling out favors without some kind of reparations attached to it. He could still salvage things, make his plan work.

"Bonnie?"

Hearing her name snapped Bonnie out of the downward spiral she was riding on.

"There is another way to avoid this," Klaus began to advance on her. Bonnie's eyes widened because she knew exactly what he was talking about, what he was referring to.

"Don't," Bonnie said warningly.

Klaus ignored her and lifted his wrist to his mouth where he viciously tore into his flesh. Bonnie watched in horror as his eyes changed, the blue fading into a tawny yellow. His pure-white sclera became black as those veins writhed underneath.

"I could turn you. You'd still live that is…if you complete the transition. But being a vampire is worse than death to you, isn't it, witch?"

Feeling like her back was literally up against the wall, Bonnie stopped moving, felt her muscles tightening. She was fully prepared to defend herself. The crystal chandelier over their heads began to rock violently back and forth, the crystals jingling like bells.

"Don't you dare touch me," Bonnie's voice came out several octaves lower than its usual pitch.

Oh, she was so close he could taste her power, her hatred.

Interest piqued Klaus began to wonder perhaps Bonnie wasn't just puffing up her own reputation. Kol had gotten a taste of what she could do, had brought his smug bastard of a brother down a couple of pegs and he wished he had been there to see it. The thought of what Bonnie might do to him was something of a turn on to Klaus because no one could really hurt him. He was much too strong for that. Taking two wood bullets to the chest was the equivalent of a paper cut to Klaus.

And just as he took that step, he felt the first snap of bone. It was a rib followed quickly with his knee being blown out and he was dropped to the floor. Next the bones in his hand were crushed like a soda can, yet he wouldn't give in to the need to roar in agony because, he chuckled, this was painful, but bearable…wait there goes his shoulder, now his right tibia. Then the pressure began to build in his skull.

"Stop…this…" he hissed.

Oh, Bonnie wanted to she honestly really did but the power was too delicious. Seeing Klaus prostrated before her when he was the sort to kneel before no one, she couldn't stop.

A hollow gasp escaped his lips when Klaus felt every single vertebrae in his spine being crushed to pieces. His accelerated healing was having a difficult time compensating his injuries at the rate Bonnie was doling out pain.

"I didn't want to have to do this to you, but you need to understand what I AM CAPABLE OF!"

"I understand perfectly now stop this!" He looked up and then felt his lungs collapse.

Bonnie's eyes had gone completely white, definitely not something Klaus could ever recall happening before. And as he continued to watch her, despite the immeasurable pain that shattered his body, he couldn't take his eyes off of her, nor could he explain the feeling that was coursing through him.

A new kind of hunger was rising up within. It had been…shit he lost count of the last time he felt inferior to anyone because he had always been the most powerful thing standing in a room. That wasn't the case any longer.

For a split second Klaus could taste his death and for one wild moment he wanted to welcome it with open arms, but then he remembered that no one bested him and lived! Yet he hadn't felt like this since he encountered Gloria and then decades later with Greta. It was something about witches and Klaus had forgotten…

WHAT are you doing? He yelled at himself. Now was not the time for that!

Just as soon as it started the attack stopped. Klaus fell to the floor breathing heavily through his nostrils. It took perhaps five minutes before he felt like his old self.

Bonnie blinked as if coming out of a trance. She knew now would be the time to kick rocks before Klaus went ham on her ass.

Klaus let her go as she flitted to the door and made her escape.

Slowly coming to a sitting position, Klaus was reaffirmed in his plan. He was going to make her pay just not in the way he thought.

Chapter end.

A/N: So not happy with this. I basically wanted to write this in retaliation for that Klayey scene in 4x16. She can be treated to a nice fancy dinner because she "might" know where Katherine is, but did Klaus do anything nice for Bonnie when she un-bound his life with his siblings? No, he did not. I've ranted about that on Tumblr so I'll let it go for now. I guess the only thing left to say is…what does Klaus have in mind? Thank you so much for giving this a shot and let me know what you think. Until next time, love you guys!