Klonnie actually: the writer and his Portuguese maid.
it should be two to three chapters. it became bigger that I wanted it to be, and I'm pretty unsure of the result.
I don't own the vampire diaries.
happy holidays.
Part I.
The day brings with it a dirty amber light, which announces a catastrophe. From the lingering scent of melting snow in the air to the rays of the sun, which sneak through the opaque curtain of his room, the omens foretelling a gloomy day are clear. Klaus senses the cataclysm about to overthrow the balance of his life and his stomach twists.
The world around him spins, and the pressure in his cranium increases. The fool taste of overnight alcohol sits on his tongue. A headache is building a way to his brain by smashing through every neuron. The bringer of doom is close, and the sound of heels scratching his Sichuan's black bamboo parquet becomes obnoxiously loud.
Klaus closes his eyes to protect his delicate irises from the assault of sunlight dimmed by heavy black curtains. The room basks in blemishing darkness, and the cool air does a poor job at soothing his ache. Not this morning, he can't deal with chaos. Chaos, that is the nickname, which he has given her. Chaos is all she brings, and he can't wait to get rid of her. Her, she is his maid, but she fancies herself to be a companion of sobriety. He is supposed they hired for that particular function, but Klaus could care less for the specifics.
Sobriety is a relative state, and Klaus does not believe he needs companionship to maintain it. Although, his liver and Elijah disagree. Some conservative soul may say he has a drug addiction problem, but Niklaus rather calls it a need for creative stimulation. Sometimes the world displays unknown beauty under a blurry lens, and Klaus needs his mind to reflect it. He needs the psychedelic experience to craft his vision of the world.
Medicine did say that he had a drug induce cirrhosis, and his new liver wouldn't stand his creative process. However, Klaus doesn't put to much stock in that claim. If push comes to shove, he will resort to buying a new liver. The present one was affordable.
Klaus mistakenly shared his belief with Elijah, and he had the unfortunate surprise to discover that his older brother might be slightly conservative on his view about drugs. In truth, he should have known. Elijah saint patron of purity and morale. The man equates tax paying to a kink. Therefore, Elijah inserted her in his life, his so-called companion of sobriety. A pompous, sanctimonious, and pretty psychiatry master student, who was in need of a steady income. Klaus doesn't like her much, and he does not bother to hide it.
To Klaus, she is a glorified babysitter. She is a costly maid, and he could do without her side eye judgement. There is no companionship as they rarely share the same space. The clicking of her heels are coming closer, and his headache is not going anywhere. She is at his door, and she brings doom with her. A scent of dry lilac always follows her steps into a room. It is soothing and a good balance to her irritable presence. Klaus' stomach lurks at the scent, and the putrid content of his stomach pours on his ottoman.
She locks to warn him, and she opens the door. She is Bonnie Bennett De Pina, and the Portuguese she-devil, which Elijah has shackled at Klaus' ankle. Any other morning when his alcohol consumption does not induce a headache and all known symptoms of a hungover, Klaus likes to refer to her as his naughty maid.
Bonnie hates it, and he hates her. The fragile equilibrium of their companionship rests on mutual loathing of each other. He does not like, and she has planned his murder a thousand times for the last five months. Klaus prepares himself for the worst, and Bonnie must be doing while her eyes roam around the darkroom to assess the damage. When the parquet winces under the weight of her steps, their routine begins.
Niklaus sinks under his blankets as she enters his room, and he growls at every small sound, which Bonnie makes. He wants to hurl at her to be mindful of his ailment, but she has proven to be immune to his tantrums. Bonnie's heels continue to murder his precious parquet. At each loud step, Klaus can hear the funeral march, but he is unsure, who will die when the melody reaches his culmination. Another step and his headache are tenfold worst.
" Love?" There is no endearment in the tone of his voice, but Klaus makes it a rebellious point to use all sort of endearment term to infuriate Bonnie.
In five months, he has never called Bonnie by her name. He isn't sure what how it should be pronounced, and he does not care to learn. The consonants are melodic when she indignantly say her name to remind him.
"Bonnie…" She corrects him, and her frustration is marrying her elegant features.
A smile digs the dimple in Niklaus' cheek. Child emperor amused by the fury of his reluctant subject, Klaus stretches. He peers at Bonnie with perverse hope that he has finally chased her away. He does not need a guardian, and she does a poor job as a maid. He wouldn't brush her ability as a sobriety companion when he is barely sober.
"I would let my tongue scorcher the exotic sonority of your name, love." There is too much beauty to how her name sounds so melodious, and he refuses to associate beauty with the she-devil. The act is petty, but Klaus prides himself with excelling in the art of pettiness.
"bomdia." Bonnie's melodious voice fills the room, and as an answer to Klaus affront, she energetically pulls the curtain apart.
The bright sunlight invades Klaus' room, and his delicate irises are the unfortunate victim of its blinding power. Klaus curses, and Bonnie silently chuckles. She stands at the window and draws it open to allow the harsh cold of the British countryside to fill the room. The fermented smell of alcohol starts to vanish.
Bonnie is the only shield between the sunlight and his irritated eyes, and so Klaus has no choice but to look at Bonnie. The pair sighs in unison, and many soft breaths are taken before the anticipated start of a verbal joust. Their life is an undesirable routine but a routine nonetheless. They bend and distort out of shape to avoid each other as the rays of the sun do around the frame of Bonnie.
" Is it one of those days, love?" Klaus inquires with a slight taunt.
In the last five months, he has learned to read Bonnie. Nothing describes Bonnie's emotional state like her use of language does. Portuguese is when she is in need of comfort, and so she reverts to her mother tongue. When he infuriates her and angry tears are pooling in the inner corner of her reddened eyes, Portuguese is her refuge. She would stutter, and bite her tongue. When her anger is beyond control, she says the most vulgar curse with a soft smile.
" la puta que pariu." She mumbles under her breath while taking the bold risk that he could understand what she says.
In the last five months, she has cursed the bitch who gave birth to him a dozen time. Klaus hasn't made a remark about it because he does share her opinion on Esther.
" Is it?" there is that familiar thickness to her accent.
When her accent gains a sudden thickness, Bonnie is transitioning between quiet emotions to raging ones. Klaus has learned those details, and he deduces that she isn't having the most pleasing days. Praise be to God, her general happiness is quite infuriating.
Her eyes roam around his room. Bonnie judgingly takes in every detail. Silently, she tells him that he has no ground to stand when he is not having a better day. She shakes her head at the sight of the half-drunk bourbon on the writing desk, and she rolls her eyes at the clothes poorly discarded on the floor.
" Will you clean that, love," Klaus asks with a nonchalance known to offend Bonnie, and he spreads his limbs with laziness.
The moment stills and it is the beginning of another power play. She glares at Klaus, but he has already dismissed her. Bonnie's mind race and constructs many more murder scenarios. She takes a deep breath and prays the Lord for patience. She needs the check, which is too good to lose over a pointless act of violence. Prison is almost worth the joy of strangling Klaus, but poverty is a strong deterrent.
"Anything else, I will be happy to be of use." Bonnie begrudgingly says as she proceeds to pick Klaus' clothes.
What Bonnie's mouth preaches does not match her expressions. Although it is nothing different from other days. When she cooks for him, Bonnie must silence the impulse to add belladonna to his meal. When Bonnie cleans Klaus' clothes, it is fortunate that she can't find any percutaneous poison. All the murderous thought, which have crossed her mind when she roams the street at night to quench is snobbish craving for Belgian chocolates, are the testimony of her hate for Niklaus Mikaelson.
Bonnie picks the empty bottle of aged scotch from the floor. She hardly keeps him sober. She is hardly his companion. His victories repose on a sense of entitlement, which Bonnie can never compete against. She is not the spoil problematic child of a wealthy family. She does not think a liver can be purchased like a clothing article. Therefore, Bonnie cleans to fight her impulse.
" That attitude won't earn you a raise." Klaus indignantly protests at Bonnie's eyes rolls, and there is the usual mockery, which follows every time Bonnie caves to his will.
" you don't pay my salary, professor Mikaelson does." She counters, and her accent almost swallows every word.
English words are suddenly too melodic, and Klaus hates when she does that to Shakespeare language. It makes him want to listen to what Bonnie has to say. God forbid he ever listen to the paragon of sanctity that is Bonnie.
Unfortunately, her fury is captivating. There is a polished beauty in the way she unravels. Klaus loves chaos, and Bonnie is always too polished in her emotions. Such unsuited companionship is bound to failure.
" same difference, sweetheart. Mikael's money but different trust found." Klaus corrects as he drags himself out of the bed, and his legs feel like cotton wool.
He might have miscalculated his physical sobriety. Another concept, which he no longer wants to explain. As preventive measures, he puts his finger in his ears. This morning, his headache won't allow him to enjoy Bonnie's indignant cry. It always follows the moment when she takes notice of his state of undress. Her distress each time is delectable.
Although, nothing matches the aural orgasm caused by the frustrated cries, which she makes every time she accidentally witnesses his sexual intercourse in a room where he has no business being naked even less fucking. In all fairness, Klaus has given Bonnie grounds to hate him.
"So how have I offended your sensibility this morning?" Klaus asks as he parades his naked ass in front of her eyes.
Bonnie fights the need to close her eyes, and she knows Klaus takes a perverse pleasure in making her uncomfortable. Bonnie believes that Klaus has learned all her favourite corners in the house and decided to sully them. She can no longer go in any room without being assaulted about memories of a naked Klaus. The man is attempting to box her into a corner. He is trying to get rid of her. If he thinks dangling his dick in her face will send her packing, Klaus is dreaming.
It isn't as if his dick is ugly or even his ass was. It is firm without being too muscular and attached to solid tone legs. The skin may be to pale, but nothing traumatic. Bonnie has to shake herself out of that unusual thought, which she decides to blame on the season and transient dementia caused by prolonged interaction with an insane individual. She rolls her eyes, and she gives in the impulse of closing them.
" silence and eye rolls. I'm deeply worried. No offended reaction at the sight of my genitalia. Are we getting less prude, dove." Klaus sarcastically asks although there is a slight disappointment in his voice.
He searches through the clothes piled in Bonnie's hand, and he drags out a boxer brief. There is no point in giving a free show if he doesn't have the rewarding affront, which fits perfectly on her judgmental default facial expression. Klaus slides in his boxer brief, and he pats Bonnie's cheek.
" you can open your eyes, I'm decent now," Klaus says although decency is relatively different from Bonnie's point of view.
"I should consider suing for sexual harassment," Bonnie mumbles under her breath, and she has seen enough to seek reparation.
"Didn't hear that last part," Klaus says as he walks in his bathroom, and Bonnie considers the value of her claim on juridical grounds.
"Mr Gerard has been waiting for you." Bonnie calls from Klaus' room
"fuck." Klaus curses loudly
"Indeed." Bonnie agrees when she sees all the pages of paper on the ground and the pool of vomit.
She will have to clean Klaus mess again.
Klaus walks into the room dreading the conversation with Marcel. The man is an omen of bad news and specifically the Mikaelson's appointed messenger. Klaus takes a seat opposite to Marcel, and he drags a bottle of scotch out of the space below the couch. Bonnie has yet to find this bottle. He hasn't completely run of luck.
"from the look of it, that book isn't ready." Marcel questions while Klaus pours himself a generous amount of alcohol.
Klaus doesn't need his failure throws at his face, and mirrors are of great use in the process. Consolation comes in the form of a long sip of scotch and heavy silence.
"Reinvention is not an easy task." Klaus spits his answer with bitterness.
The rich tastes of aged scotch do not obviate the bitter taste of failure. Klaus has been working on his third novel for the last 2 years, and aside from the title, he has not made progress. At the thought, he forgoes the tumbler for the bottle. He can only imagine his family wants to know how low he has fallen from grace.
"story about dysfunctional family can only take you this far." Marcel agrees, and he brushes the cause of the decline of Klaus success.
"life ghostwrites those for me. You should know it. You're part of the family." Klaus counters and the bottle seems less deep.
Scotch burns his throats and reinvigorates long dead emotions. Seasonal sensibility resurfaces, and the morning nausea hasn't disappeared completely.
"I married into your family, and that puts me in a favourable position. I'm free to walk out." Marcel replies, and Klaus envies his naivety.
No one truly walks out. Every one deems unworthy is exile somewhere into the British countryside with a Portuguese maid as a consolation, which is why he hates Bonnie so much.
" Your wife is Rebekah. I will advise you to reconsider your predicament. No one screams dysfunction in a better fashion." Klaus points out.
" I see…" Marcel takes the bottle from Klaus' hand, and he looks through the golden liquid.
From the amount missing, the crimson of Klaus may have blemished into a blazing amber. Klaus tries to retake his bottle, and he can't lose what remains of what used to be an extensive collection of old scotch. Bonnie has been merciless in her hunt of his supply. He hates that woman, and her sly remarks every time she finds one of his bottles.
" Don't tell me our resident saint has enlisted you for an intervention. Elijah hiring her is the worse thing, which happened to my life." Klaus groans as he returns to nurturing his tumbler of scotch.
Marcel rises an eyebrow in disbelief. Niklaus' life would make the life of Russian heroine look like a comedy.
"my wife is the reason why I'm here. " He clears the misconception.
"I'm not going. Thank you for the charming visit and goodbye." Klaus answers before Marcel can deliver the message.
Klaus does not want to hear anything. The reason for Marcel visit is quite obvious. Klaus would rather die than spending time with his family. The judgement, the expectation, and the exigencies would only add to his present bitterness.
"Great, they are coming to visit you." Marcel shares the bad news.
The room quiets, and the tremors shake Klaus' body. He must have misheard Marcel. He raises the tumbler at the level of his eyes and inspects his drink. He might have had enough.
"They as in ?" Klaus asks as cold sweat runs down his spine, and there are names, which he hopes are not part of the equation.
" Esther believes the fresh air of the British countryside will do good for her nerves. Mikael wants a first seat to your misery, and your father misses his son. Obviously, Rebekah and I will be of attendance." Marcel answers and the desperation on Klaus' face prompts him to return the scotch bottle.
Klaus silently thanks him, and he does not think alcohol can help the situation. The holidays season is a nightmare, and his family is a consuming and toxic organism. Although, he highly depends on Mikael's money. He should start prospecting for a new liver. Sobriety can't be an option in the mean of surviving his family.
" Esther is growing worried about your life choice." Marcel continues, and Klaus desperation grows.
He senses doom, and the hair on his arm rises. Marcel nicely formulate Esther's intentions.
" I thought we resolved that when we established my sexual preference." Klaus drinks what remains of his scotch.
"You can't blame her for thinking that you were sweet. It was quite a scandal that you created with your liaison with the younger Salvatore." Marcel points out, and Klaus smiles fondly at the thought of a time where his actions mattered Very little.
Success won him Esther's support and Mikael's compliance. Now, the situation is different.
" well now that you're eligible for marriage, you should marry or be in a serious relationship. There is an image to maintain. You're an embarrassment to her image in society. She can no longer use your success to shield herself from the mockery." Klaus rolls his eyes at Marcel statement.
Why is heaven parting for a drop of water to fall? There is nothing new to his situation. He excels at being an embarrassment to his family. He is the ultimate deviance in the sea of polished and manufactured perfection.
" That is ridiculous. I have done nothing yet to warrant the sentiment. Presently, I'm only an embarrassment to my maid." Klaus counters.
" Mikael has suggested drastic measure. You're about to be thrown to the streets with only your clothes on the back." Marcel ignores Klaus and his act of nonchalance.
"I have savings. They are meagre savings but savings. A million pounds is barely above precariat, but it is enough to afford a pillow instead of The hard floor. The clothes on my back are worth a hotel room with a view for a month. Mikael's threat needs work." Klaus responds, and he is ready to dismiss the conversation.
"A million of pounds is barely above precariat. That statement speaks volume. You're a shielded adult, who burns through his family wealth perhaps you want to review the worth of pride. Can't you indulge Esther." Marcel exasperatedly demands
" Image. Isn't enough that I'm living in seclusion. Thrown in the country with a babysitter."
" Image is everything and yours need to be polished. Esther is willing to give you a chance."
"How desperate are you?" Bonnie doesn't know how to answer to Klaus.
Although the answer will be in the line of desperate enough to share my space with an insane asshole. She says nothing, and she proceeds to bypass him. Klaus follows Bonnie to the next room, and his heavy steps disrupt the quietness of her mind. Bonnie sighs, and she turns to face him.
" it is quite evident that certain financial desperation prevents you to strangle me." Klaus continues while Bonnie's glare prompts him to stop.
"prison is a good deterrent." Bonnie ultimately answers.
She looks at Klaus with the hope that he will leave her alone. Generally, he does not harass her until he has his evening tea. When she noticed that Klaus intends to converse, Bonnie crosses her arm and reluctantly takes a seat.
" I will double your salary." Klaus offers, and Bonnie's eyebrow flew to her hairline.
The temptation is strong, but she tries to quiet her greed.
"again you don't pay me." Bonnie points out, and Klaus has no idea how much Bonnie gets paid.
"Obviously, it is part of the problem, and it leaves me with very little means of coercion. I see nothing else to offer but enough money to allow you ultimately to tell me that my mother is a bitch in English." When the last sentence fall from Klaus' lips, Bonnie blinks for a second and her capillaries leak crimson under her cheeks
" What is it this time?" She suspiciously eyes his irises.
"I'm sober. What sum of money will sound reasonable for you to do anything for me." Klaus dismisses Bonnie's concern, and he further confused her.
" I will call Mr Gerard and ask him what he gave you this time," Bonnie stated with a quiet answer.
" I'm sober and I'm quite insulted." Klaus' indignation enhance his posh accent, and Bonnie can't tell words apart.
Frustrated by her insistent need to doubt his lucidity, Klaus leans toward Bonnie. He presses the tip of his nose to Bonnie's one. Soft blue reflects into an agitated green. Bonnie blinks
" Are we satisfied?" he asks when Bonnie can no longer to have his minty breath caress her cheek and she pushes him away.
"No, because now I might have to excuse your behaviour on mental instability," Bonnie says because her sudden disorientation has disabled her verbal filter.
Now that she is losing her job, she can give in to the impulse to squeeze his neck until the shape of every muscle, which forms it draw indelible marks on her palms.
"can you stop with the condescending attitude for a minute, sweetheart? The situation is dire." Klaus ignores her murderous glint in her eyes.
He has seen it a thousand time, and he has taken perverse pleasure steering it.
" I don't know you draw the worse out of me." Bonnie sarcastically replies.
" here," Klaus says as he offers his last bottle of scotch as a bribe.
" the situation is that serious."
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Through what Bonnie has selectively chosen to isolate from Klaus' monologue, she has come to the conclusion that the man is insane. Not a life-shattering discovery but it is a reassuring confirmation.
"No!" She replies before Klaus can fully elaborate his offers.
Bonnie shakes her head, and she glances at Klaus with concern.
" love, you might want to reconsider." Klaus insists, and Bonnie chuckles.
What is there to reconsider while the proposition is insane? She will rather enjoy his downfall, and she has the stone ready to help overthrow him from his high horse.
" let me repeat your offer to you and tell me what you will answer. Quotes on quotes, I doubt it could be believable but I may be bestowing intelligence where there is none. You're attractive. You already live here, and you have seen me naked. I'm a man of simple needs. You will make a perfect wife of convenience. I will be happy to pay you and make it a contractual obligation." As she repeats Klaus' statement, Bonnie questions his sanity.
" love, our hardship in life are different and I have the luxury to say no. It is far from your present function. You irritate me with the pretence of carrying for my health. I hate you. but I do enjoy your efficacy and your cooking skills. You're obviously an option born from despair but… " Bonnie interrupts him with an offended sigh, and she derisively laughs.
This conversation can't be real. She has not heard those words live his mouth. She laughs until reality settles in with his heaviness.
" who is begging for whose help. The insults are not supporting your plea." Bonnie speaks between her outburst of laughs.
" a generous offer can hardly be called begging." Klaus counters
" yeah… a generous offer is not worth selling my dignity to you." She replies
" you clean after me. Bits of my vomit might still be under your finger, it is safe to think that your beloved dignity is beyond saving." Klaus tries to put her reality in perspective, and Bonnie reconsider how many years she will receive as a sanction.
"not a chance in hell." She takes pleasure into rejecting Klaus offer.
"anger must be clouding your judgment. I will give you the time to steer the thought."
" absolute it not, pai." Bonnie takes a deep breath, and she wills her patience.
Rudy's call only adds to the stress of the day. Bonnie does not want to have the same conversation, which she had for the last two weeks. She does not know how many excuses she must offer until her father understand her reluctance to return to Madeira for Christmas.
" your avo thinks that you are avoiding the family. It is the second Christmas." Rudy insists, and Bonnie takes another deep breath.
Her intentions are quite clear, and she doesn't want to sit through a family dinner while everywhere shames her for living home unmarried. She doesn't want to hear the new rumours about her life in England.
" Pai, I have classes and I have work." Bonnie lies, and Rudy sighs.
" your work? You never speak about it." He jumps on the opportunity to question Bonnie about her mysterious job.
If she ever tells Rudy what her job is, Bonnie's return ticket to Madeira will be immediately booked. Rudy's daughter a maid, how can she sully his honour in such ways. Even poor, the Bennett de Pina have dignity. They don't wipe anyone house. Bonnie can imagine every line of the angry speech.
" because it is nothing interesting. A bit here and a bit there. I help taking care of an insane man" Bonnie doesn't steer away from the truth, and she simply embellishes it.
" Oh, meu Deus. Jaime was right." Rudy laments, and Bonnie does not need to ask what Jaime said.
Nothing good ever comes out of her older brother's mouth. Bonnie sighs, and she considers ending the call.
" No, Jaime was not right." She tiredly denies any possible accusation.
"Do you need money? We have heard things." Rudy says and she can hear the embarrassment in his voice.
Bonnie can't take het father's money. Whatever he offers comes from hard work, blood, and sweat. Rudy does not possess enough to give without consequences.
" pai?" Bonnie calls when the silence becomes prolonged, and Rudy must be thinking about a way to reformulate his question.
" I know it is little, but…" Rudy stops, and his prude manners prevent him from asking the question.
Bonnie knows what the rumours are. Madeira is a small island, and on a small island, people talk too much
" pai, I'm not a prostitute." Bonnie helps clear the air, and Rudy sighs in relief.
" I hope so, but if you need money, you can tell me." He insists
"I have a good paying job. I'm fine." Bonnie exasperatedly rejects his offer of help.
" Okay, and for holidays." Rudy returns to the initial reason for his calls.
" I can't leave my job and specifically during holidays." Bonnie lies, and Klaus must be praying for her departure.
" I thought you will say that, and so…" a ring at the door distracts Bonnie, and she rushes to get it before Klaus can't find a way to verbalize every complaint against the sound of the ring.
" pai, wait a minute." Bonnie puts Rudy on hold as she pulls the door open.
Her expression morphs into one of confusion. It takes a few seconds, and her mind resets to basic function. The confusion changes into poorly hidden despair. Bonnie is sure that her expression doesn't reflect Rudy's smile.
"Surprise." Rudy shouts, and he takes his daughter in his arms.
Bonnie stands in the embrace. Her stomach free falls, and her heart gallops. All her lies are about to come to light. Air seems to disregard her lungs, and she can't breathe.
"Pai?" She questions his presence at Klaus' door with desperation.
Her feet can't take her fast enough to her destination. Bonnie runs away from Rudy as if he is Thanatos attempting to drag her soul over the river Styx. Bonnie pushes the door of Klaus' room, and she has reached her point of desperation.
"Mr Mikaelson?" She calls with her hand over her eyes, and she won't risk facing the consequence of his exhibitionist habit.
"you have seen enough of my anatomy to call me by my given name." Klaus answers and Bonnie opens her eyes to find him in his bed.
" I will rather forget that." She laments, and she fully enters his room.
"That is an ugly lie, but you probably believe it," Klaus says, and he sits up to prove a point.
"forget it." Bonnie considers leaving his room, but facing Klaus' penis seems less awful than the predicament, which awaits her outside.
" forget what, love?" Klaus asks with renewed interest when her accent resurfaces.
"Bonnie…Bonnie." Her name echoes through the corridor before she answers Klaus questions.
" who is that?" Klaus demands, and Bonnie blocks the exist in the prevention of any attempts of Klaus to leave the room.
Her heart beats at unprecedented speed, and her blood no longer reaches her extremities. Her end is close, and Bonnie will prefer it to be a heart attack. Each time, Rudy calls het name, she is closer to sudden death.
" my father?" She announces with a questioning tone, and Klaus challenges her answers.
" your father?" He mimics her doubtful tone.
" yeah… my father, my progenitor, my dad, my sperm donor… you get the idea." Bonnie tries to reset her brain, but rambling is the defaults settings in a moment of panic.
" thank you for this detail explanation of what a father represents, but I know what a father is. I happened to have one and something remotely close to it." Klaus sarcastically replies
" this is not the time for being you. I need your help." Bonnie silences him in frustration.
" How the tables have turned so fast. Although delusion might have to lead you to form the hope that I will be willing to offer it." Klaus says, and he sinks back into his sheets.
" Listen, I have lied to my father…" Bonnie pursues although he chose to ignore her
" the mourning trumpets must be resonating in heaven. Our saint lies." Klaus mocks, and Bonnie rolls her eyes.
" I have my reasons." She offers without adding more.
" when did reasons have prevented you to judge. Those eye rolls have profoundly hurt my sensibility, love." Klaus continues to mock her despair.
"Bonnie." She instinctively corrects him
" your name is inconsequential to our interaction, love." Klaus replies, and Bonnie is about to speak when her name resonates louder in the room.
"Bonnie." Rudy's voice is closer, and Bonnie can hardly focus on requesting Klaus' help.
" what are you doing?" Klaus asks when Bonnie slides into his bed.
He looks at her confused when she starts to fluff the pillow. He may have broken her spirit with his treatment of her.
" taking your offer." She calmly says, and she starts to pick at Klaus bedsheets.
Klaus proximity makes Bonnie uncomfortable, but his bed seems like the only safe place in the house. She needs to lie down before her rising blood pressure kills her.
" in the view of the present situation, I'm retiring my offer and advising you to push an offer," Klaus says and he looks at Bonnie expectantly.
"You're more desperate than I'm," Bonnie says with indignation.
"Bonnie." Rudy's voice refutes her claim, and those infuriating dimples join the smile sitting on Klaus' expression.
" I'm desperate but not at your mercy. Here…" Klaus immaturely throws Bonnie to the wolves.
"what do you want?" Bonnie caves under pressure.
" you have nothing to offer to…" Klaus doesn't have the time to finish his sentence.
The doorknob winces, and Bonnie throws herself at him. She presses her lips to his to silence Klaus.
" Meu Deus." Rudy spits the word with indignation, and Bonnie frees a confused Klaus.
"Pai?" She calls with a beating heart.
Rudy looks at the pair in the bed, and his eyes fall on Klaus bare chest. Shock overtakes his features, and he stutters for a second. Portuguese has never sounded so incomprehensible to Klaus. Rudy must be reading Bonnie's eulogy from the complete expression of horror on her face.
"Bonnie, who is this white man." Rudy points at Klaus, and Bonnie doesn't dare to glance at the man sitting by her side.
The silence helps build the tension in the room. Bonnie draws a deep breath, but her lungs are already hyper-inflated by panic.
" the white…the man. The man who is white. Who he is… well, he is white." Bonnie's use of language is suddenly inefficient, and Klaus doesn't know if he should laugh or add fuel to the fire.
"Niklaus Mikaelson." He answers, and Rudy disregards his statement.
"Bonnie?" He insists.
" well, he is Niklaus Mikaelson," Bonnie repeats.
" I heard his name when he said it," Rudy says with frustration, and he glares at Klaus.
" He heard my name," Niklaus says to Bonnie, and she rolls her eyes at his contribution.
" Do you kiss every Niklaus Mikaelson?" Rudy demands and Bonnie feels like a teenager caught in an embarrassing situation.
" I doubt she knows more than one Niklaus Mikaelson, but pertinent question. Bonnie." Klaus turns to face Bonnie.
" not every Niklaus Mikaelson. Just the one who is my fiancé." Survivor instinct propels the words out of Bonnie's mouth.
" your fiancé?" Both men ask with a similar level of shock.
" yeah…my love… Nik...Klaus. Niklaus Mikaelson."