Disclaimer: The characters in this story are the property of LJ Smith and the CW.
Author's Note: Thank you all for reading and for being patient with me. Please be advised, this chapter is very long and most of the main characters from TVD are in it. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 2 – Broken
She sat on a bed with her feet dangling off the edge. Her eyes were focused on the closed door before her. The door was brown. She blinked. It was still brown.
Bonnie didn't know how long she sat there staring at a door that now, upon closer observation, appeared to be a brown chunk of nothingness. She cocked her head to the side. Actually, it wasn't brown; it was more of a dark rouge. A phone. Somewhere in the distance, a phone was ringing. Whose phone? She blinked. Hopefully, it was hers. Come to think of it, where was she? In a place with a red door, she thought, her eyes still glued to the door. Oh yeah … Ringing. Something is ringing. Yes, yes, I remember, it's a phone. I better get it. Well, my shoes are on so I guess I can walk over and … Oh, I'm still completely dressed.
Jamie?
No, it was Elena.
Elena was saying "Bonnie, Bonnie, are you there? I'm really worried. Bonnie, please pick up." And then there was a guy saying something about having a new message. Well, I'll just let him talk to Elena … The door … The door was now a lighter shade of red. It was getting brighter as light filtered into the room. The light surrounded her, but she couldn't see it. If there was a window, it was probably located behind her. Eventually, the door became rouge again as the room grew darker and darker until it was completely black and could no longer be seen. Must be night ...
She was alone in the dark.
A scream pierced the darkness. Bonnie jumped to her feet. Someone needs my help! Another scream. "J-A!"Then another strangled cry. "M-I-E!" Her hands flew to her lips in horror. The cries were getting louder. It's too loud! She covered her ears as the wailing grew to epic proportions. The incoherent panicked speech began to form one word. "Ja-mie!" His name tore from her lips. And then she realized it was her. She was screaming, or crying, or whatever it was she was doing. She fell onto the bed sobbing uncontrollably, curled herself into a ball and shoved the edge of a pillow into her mouth to stop herself from making any more noise. She couldn't let anyone hear her. No one could know the depths of her despair.
Suddenly, it was too much. It was her mother. It was Jeremy. And it wasn't because she had to sacrifice herself for her loved ones. She had chosen to do so. It was that they allowed her to do this without fighting for her. It was that she alone wasn't enough; she had had to give more … Jamie. She cried until her limbs began to shake. She shut her eyes in an attempt to chase away the demon that haunted her. Klaus!
Gradually Bonnie calmed and became—alert. Her eyes opened and focused on the door as she reclined on the bed. It was her bedroom door. This was her house. How long had she stared at the door trying to decipher its color? How many days had passed? She was still dressed in the same clothes she wore to the Mikaelson Manor complete with shoes. I am losing my mind, she thought. I can't be the girl from five minutes ago. She couldn't possibly be that weak.
–TVD–
Bonnie awoke with a yawn. She closed her eyes and tried to lull herself back to sleep. Counting sheep would not do. Only dreams could provide the mental solace she sought. Ten minutes later, she gave up any pretense of sleep and decided to confront the day. It was 3:45 pm according to the clock on her nightstand. She sat up and wondered what day it was.
Let's see, I went to Mikaelson manor on Sunday … and Klaus—no, she wouldn't think about what happened. Hopefully, it was Monday. One missed school day was of little importance. Any more days and she would be expected to give explanations. She wasn't sure she was ready to discuss this with anyone. It was bad enough that she had been so out of it, she had obsessed over a door for hours. Her friends would think she needed professional help.
She exhaled and brought her knees to her chest as she looked out the window. There was so much to do. She needed to brush her teeth, take a shower and then eat, but her body felt sluggish. "I'll just sit here for a few more minutes," Bonnie told herself. She brought her arms around her knees and rested her chin above them.
Loud knocking brought her out of her revelry. She was content to let whoever it was knock until he or she got tired and went home. She didn't want to see anyone. Unfortunately, the knocking became frantic and the added sound of the doorbell made it even more annoying. Bonnie got off her bed and headed downstairs.
The moment she opened the door, Elena and Caroline rushed in. Elena embraced her before she could even lock the door. Bonnie froze; her arms pinned to her sides. "Why didn't you answer your phone?" Elena cried hysterically. "Caroline and I were worried."
"You've got some major explaining to do," Caroline chimed in.
Bonnie slowly disengaged from Elena's grip and made her way to the kitchen. "I'm fine. I was busy." She called over her shoulder.
Caroline watched Bonnie warily as she exited the living room. When Bonnie was out of earshot, she said, "Something's wrong, Elena."
Elena looked at her with sad eyes confirming that she'd drawn the same conclusion. They walked into the kitchen to see Bonnie pouring them glasses of water with trembling fingers. As they watched, they noticed she was a mess. Bonnie's hair hung in disarray over her shoulders, her jeans and shirt were filthy, and she sported a nasty bruise on her arm.
Caroline was the first to speak up. "What the hell is going on Bonnie? You don't answer your phone. You don't come to school. It's Wednesday, Bonnie. Wednesday! And don't you dare tell me you were at home because your lights have been off since last Saturday! Also," she paused before looking away, "you look like hell."
Bonnie flinched as if stung by Caroline's words. It's Wednesday. I lost that much time. She couldn't do this right now, not with Caroline, when her mind was still trying to process all that had happened.
Elena saw Bonnie's discomfort and stepped in. "What Caroline is trying to say is that we love you and we were scared to death that something terrible happened to you." Caroline opened her mouth to continue her verbal assault but Elena's warning glare made her reconsider. She settled for rolling her eyes. Elena spoke again, her words a plea. "Bonnie, please let us help you?"
Bonnie's body responded to the desperation in Elena's voice. She broke down and began to cry. Elena and Caroline walked around the counter to embrace her. "He killed Jamie," Bonnie blurted out, no longer able to keep silent. Both pairs of eyes widened in surprise.
"Who?" Caroline asked, but her question was lost in the barely coherent speech which was Bonnie's recount of the incident which had left her devastated.
"It's okay, Bonnie. We're here. We won't let anything happen to you. You should go upstairs and freshen up while Caroline and I make you something to eat." Elena said soothingly.
Overwhelmed by their love, support, and—she had to admit—anger at her disappearance, Bonnie managed a tearful smile. It was nice to be with family because that was who she considered them to be. They were more than friends; they were her sisters. So she could let them take care of her. "Guys, you'll have to let go if you want me to change."
Elena laughed and released her.
Caroline was more reluctant. "You have to promise not to vanish into thin air, Bonnie."
"Alright, I promise." Bonnie said giving another tearful smile.
Satisfied with her answer, Caroline released her.
Caroline and Elena began to chat as Bonnie ascended the stairs. Even though she wanted to stay and listen to the latest gossip, she was in desperate need of a shower. She took a whiff of her right underarm. Eww! Garbage smells better! Shebegan to take the steps two at a time in a rush to get to the bathroom when Caroline's words drifted to her ears. "… We were alone until Klaus interrupted us …"
Klaus!
Bonnie froze on the steps. Her face became a rigid mask. Without turning, she spoke, her words barely audible. "He killed Jamie."
"Did you say something, Bonnie?" Caroline asked.
"He killed Jamie," Bonnie repeated, louder this time.
Silence.
"Klaus did?"
Could I be mistaken or was that a question? ... Just whose side was Caroline on? Bonnie turned to face her. "What exactly are you asking, Caroline?" She searched Caroline's face for an answer but all she found there was surprise. What was so surprising—that Klaus murdered Jamie or that he would kill at all? Bonnie's eyes narrowed on her friend.
"Why would Klaus—?"
"Because that's what vampires do!" Bonnie shouted, effectively cutting Caroline off before she could make any excuses for Klaus.
The lights began to flicker.
Elena walked into the living room. "What is going on in here?"
"Ask Bonnie?" Caroline snickered, upset that Bonnie had lumped her in with a known murderer. "I just wanted to know if Klaus was provoked. He's not the type to kill randomly."
The living room windows flew open.
"'Not the type to kill randomly?!' Are you serious right now?" Bonnie couldn't believe Caroline was saying this. Unless … "Do you have feelings for him?"
"How can you even ask me that?" Caroline screamed.
"Well, the mindless beast killed your boyfriend and you don't seem to mind!" Bonnie yelled.
"Calm down guys," Elena pleaded. "This is getting out of hand."
"She's the one with the problem!" Caroline snapped angrily.
The wind picked up and the door flew open.
"Oh, I'm the one with the—nevermind," Bonnie tried to reign in her temper. Something was happening. Her powers were reacting to her mood. The lights went out and the fireplace came roaring to life.
"Bonnie, please calm down. Caroline is simply saying that Klaus—" Elena began.
"You too, Elena!" Bonnie cried, interrupting her. "Get Out!"
A second later, Caroline and Elena were forcefully ejected from the house by a current so strong it left them flat on their backs on the front lawn. They heard the door close and then lock, but neither of them could recall Bonnie making any movement at all.
–TVD–
He flung another lifeless body to the ground. "I'm not weak," Klaus told his next victim as he nuzzled her neck. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled. At least, she's scared of me.
"Mister, please let me go!" She pleaded. "I don't think you're weak."
He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. His brows furrowed as he glared into tearful brown eyes. He cocked his head to the side. He saw green. A pair of huge, defiant green eyes. Then he saw red! He bared his fangs. "Does she think she can make a fool of me?"
Her eyes opened wide, full of stark terror. "I don't know!" She exclaimed before screaming hysterically, "No, no, please don't—"
Klaus bit down hard, ending her speech. He drained her blood slowly, so that she could feel her life slipping away from her and the pain associated with this act. He wanted this girl to suffer. No, he wanted her to suffer, but unfortunately, it was not her body growing cold in his arms. He immediately dropped the limp form.
Strangely, he didn't feel any better. Four girls later and he still felt … Weak. The very word offended him and yet he could not dispute the power it held. He remembered the events of that night clearly. He had watched her exit while he lay writhing in agony. How could she have brought him so low?
He could see farther than the human eye, and still her movement had eluded him; and that was if she had made any movement at all. No incantation, no hand gestures—nothing. All he knew was that it had come upon him quickly and left him defenseless. It felt as though her very essence had crushed him with a weight he could not bear. He had never experienced anything like it before so he couldn't explain it nor did he wish to feel such pain again.
He began to pace. He needed more blood, but he knew that only her blood would quench his thirst. An eye for an eye! When he killed Bonnie Bennett, the word 'weak' and the havoc it wrought would die with her. Only then would he find peace. He would no longer doubt himself. He was the superior species.
He stopped pacing.
There was one particular snag: her power.
He couldn't confront her unless she was vulnerable. A man would consider this cowardly behavior. Lucky for him, he wasn't a man so he knew better. A true victor would only fight battles that could be won. He would not allow the witch another opportunity to best him. First, he would destroy her spirit and then he would break her delicate, little neck.
Klaus sighed with relief. Now, he felt better. He could kill again and take pleasure in it even if it wasn't the victim of his choice. Those poor women died in vain because he didn't enjoy their pain as he should have. He smiled thinking, this can be easily remedied. I'll just savor the next girl who comes along …
Ah, here comes the silver lining now, he thought as his next victim came sauntering down the alley. He grabbed the delectable blond and tossed her against the brick wall. She hissed. "Let go of me, Klaus!"
"Caroline—my apologies." He let her go.
She uttered a string of profanities as she surveyed their surroundings. Her friend, Stephanie, lay dead among three other corpses. Her eyes found Klaus.
"You know, I thought I saw something in you, but I guess I was wrong. Bonnie was right about you. You're nothing but a mindless beast!"
"Bonnie—" Klaus began.
"Save it! You killed Jamie and Stephanie. Stay the hell away from me!" And then she was gone.
I will kill her! His fury knew no bounds. He turned, picked up the trash can behind him and threw it against the brick wall. She had destroyed his progress with Caroline. He kicked the fallen bin and then punched the wall multiple times. Then he leaned his forehead against it as he tried to regain his composure. His fingers clenched and unclenched.
"Sir, are you alright? I heard a loud noise and—"
Klaus broke the man's annoying neck. He changed his mind, he would kill Bonnie tonight. A mindless beast, indeed.
–TVD–
"I'm worried, Stefan."
"Of course you are," he replied with a wry smile.
"This is serious, Stefan. Klaus killed Jamie and I don't know what Bonnie will do." Elena turned to watch the logs burning in the fireplace, not wanting Stefan to see her face. It was still difficult for her to look at him without wanting to hold him but it wasn't that simple.
"Elena," Stefan's arms slid around her from behind. She stiffened. "Bonnie can stay here." He lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.
She removed herself from his embrace. "Thank you."
Disappointed and making an effort to hide it, he asked, "Did you discuss this with Bonnie?"
"Does it matter? I want her safe."
He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to meet his eyes. "I know that. So do I but …" his voice trailed off as he looked away from her.
She took as step closer to him. "Stefan?"
His gaze returned to hers. They stood an inch apart. His mouth opened and she couldn't look away from his lips ...
"You two seem preoccupied … Awkward … So I guess I'll swing by and pick up the little lady." Damon's dry humor cut through the tension in the room with the double-edged sword that were his words. Elena jumped back in surprise while Stefan rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed with his brother's latest jab.
"Damon, you don't have to," Elena began.
"Tr–u–s–t me," Damon drew out the words. "I would rather spend my time with a witch who wants me dead than watch another episode of the Stefan and Elena soap opera." Then he delivered a mocking smile and moved toward the door. "Play nice!" He yelled back as he exited.
The moment he stepped into the dying sunlight, the smile left his face. It would always be Stefan. Bonnie had better come willingly because he was in a foul mood.
–TVD–
Clad in a towel, Bonnie combed her damp hair in front of the bathroom mirror. What is happening to me?
While it was true the past few days had been dreadful, the anguish she felt had no negative effect on her powers. In fact, she felt stronger although she didn't know why. No nosebleeds from over exertion, no dizzy spells or fainting. When she threw Elena and Caroline out of the house—which she still felt guilty about—she hadn't batted an eyelash.
Looking back, she realized Klaus hadn't allowed her to escape. She pictured him clearly in their last few moments together. If her memory was correct, he had been on the ground shaking, unable to get up. She gave up any pretense of combing her hair and stared at her reflection. She had the power to incapacitate an original. Now, I will wake up from this dream, she thought as she bent down to splash water on her face. She hoped it would serve as a reality check. One witch could not defeat an original.
She used the edge of her towel to wipe the water from her face and then glanced at her reflection once more. She blinked to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.
Nope, this wasn't a dream because her image was not the only one she saw in the mirror. "Damon," she addressed him without turning, "leave, now." She lifted her hand and shut the bathroom door in his face. Since this was not his first visit to her house, she wouldn't bother asking him how he got in. That would only lead to the unnecessary conversation she hoped to avoid. She had nothing to say to the thing that killed her mother.
Now he was all charm, speaking about nothing in particular as was his way. She rolled her eyes.
"Bonnie, come out. It's cute that you're nervous about your nakedness and all, but you're not the first women I've seen in a towel." He remarked, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. He'd entered without knocking because he was being watched. It would be best if they left before whoever was lurking around her home decided to make an appearance.
"I told you to leave." She said this casually as if she were talking to an acquaintance.
"Unless you're planning to seduce me, you might want to put your clothes on. Oh that's right; your clothes are out here. No worries, I'll just look around until I find a nice outfit for you to wear."
Although he said 'nice outfit' in a mocking tone, his voice carried a sharp edge that worried her. He wouldn't go through her things, would he? Yes, he would. He's Damon. "Don't you dare," she said with menacing calm.
Her 'I-couldn't-care-less' tone angered him. Where was the brunette spitfire he was used to? She could at least put up the fight he was spoiling for ever since he left the boarding house. Even though he knew they needed to move quickly, he couldn't resist the urge to bait her. "Ooh," he said, "what do we have here? A black thong!"
Bonnie rushed out of the bathroom to find him lying on her bed with his arms behind his head and his legs crossed. "You own a black thong?" He asked, disbelief apparent in his expression. "I didn't know you had it in you." His lips smiled even though his eyes did not. "Now get dressed."
She sent him an aneurysm. Her name tore from his lips followed by a whole lot of swearing and threats on her life. If he could still speak, she was being too kind. She tightened her spiritual grip on his brain by making a fist as she walked over to her drawers to retrieve some clean undergarments, a pair of jeans and a greenish blue raglan. One quick glance in his direction told her that he was still suffering from the multiple aneurysms she gave him. She changed in the bathroom and then crossed the room to get her shoes. She didn't even break her stride when he began speaking.
"End this," he said between gasps. "We need to go."
"Your leaving. I, however, have other plans. Go." She said this casually and headed for the bedroom door. "Whether by choice or force, it's up to you. You're lucky I don't kill you."
When she reached for the doorknob, Damon moved with lightning speed and apprehended her from behind. She could feel her hold on his brain fading. She sent him another wave of aneurysms and was rewarded with a groan but his arm tightened around her neck. She tried to struggle, but she could not escape the headlock. "Are you going to kill me now, like you did my mother?" She choked out.
"Not if you come quietly," he answered. His head ached and he was tempted to seek revenge, but Elena would never forgive him if he hurt Bonnie. Besides he was here to pick her up, not kill her. "You have two minutes to pack. You'll be staying at my place until further notice. Mama Elena thinks it's best."
His words came as a blow. Elena? Why? Bonnie felt as though she had been stabbed in the back. She could barely stand. Her best friend had arranged for her to live with the thing that killed her mother without thinking twice about it. Elena hadn't considered her feelings at all. She did not know which was worse, Caroline's defense of Klaus or Elena's backhanded decision to deliver her into the custody of a vampire.
An anguished cry tore from her lips. She would rather die than be forced to live with a murderer. She brought her elbow up and hit him in the solar plexus. Her attack took him off guard and he released her. With a flick of her wrist, she levitated the floor lamp and sent it flying toward him. He dodged, reaching for her. She found herself backed up against her bedroom door with her left hand fumbling to twist the knob. She raised her desk with one look and sent it barreling into him. He crumpled to the floor as she managed to open the door. She turned to flee and made it as far as the staircase before she heard fabric tear. His grip on her shirt brought her down hard on her stomach. Her chin hit the floor with a thump. It hurt but she couldn't afford to give into the pain. She attempted to grab the leg of the banister but found herself being flung onto her back. Her flailing arms connected with his chest, stomach, and face. She even managed to draw blood from his left cheek during the brief scuffle that ensued. She knew she lost when he subdued her wrists and dragged her to her feet. They stood face to face, her arms twisted behind her back. "Kill me. Just kill me," she said nonchalantly but tears filled her eyes and ruined the delivery.
He was about to say "I just might," but her pained expression disarmed him. He found himself second guessing his actions and Elena's plan. Maybe, just maybe, Bonnie needed to be left alone. At once, he remembered the threat lurking outside and his eyes hardened. Or maybe she would have to hate him a little while longer because he could never explain that her mother was destined to die when it had come down to a choice between the two of them and he couldn't expect forgiveness for what he was about to do. Without hesitation, he covered her nose and mouth with his hand.
Her eyes widened and focused on his. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. Her vision became hazy. As she faded into unconsciousness the word 'sorry' floated around in her head but she didn't get the chance to find out why because all thought suddenly stopped.
"I'm sorry," Damon whispered to her limp form.
–TVD–
Klaus watched Damon Salvatore carry the witch from her home. His hands fisted at his sides. They were only delaying the inevitable. There was no place on earth that would keep her safe from his wrath.
–TVD–
Damon walked straight past the dramatic duo and marched up the stairs. He realized Elena was hot on his heels as he strode through the corridor. "Don't," he commanded as he opened the door to a vacant room at the end of the hall. Elena stopped, momentarily deterred. After deciding his words were merely a suggestion, she moved forward, only slower this time. Damon deposited Bonnie and the bed and left the room. He closed the door and turned to see Elena still walking down the hall.
Damon's cheek was bleeding and his clothes were wrinkled. "What happened? Is Bonnie okay? I need to see her right now."
As Damon passed her, he said only "Leave Bonnie alone." With those parting words he left Elena, puzzled and confused, in the corridor. And for the first time, he didn't care. He had other things on his mind.
–TVD–
Climbing through windows was for lovesick men and petty criminals. He opened the front door to the Salvatore Boarding House and made his way up the stairs. Fortunately, he had been invited to this grand manor on multiple occasions. Did it really matter that he had threatened everyone who lived here to warrant those invitations? No. The end always justified the means as far as he was concerned.
Locating her was easy. She had this sickening smell of gardenias. He strode through the narrow corridor, taking the time to admire the beautiful interior. She slept in the last room to the left. The closer he got to the witch, the more excited he became. I'm excited? A voice inside of him questioned. No, the same voice answered quickly. Truth be told, thoughts of killing her preoccupied most of his time lately, but he couldn't regard this as excitement. Such emotions were beneath him as were the humans who felt them.
Klaus entered the room and shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door frame and stared at the sleeping girl on the bed. Her dark hair cloaked her face and draped around her shoulders in reckless abandon. She appeared more dangerous in sleep than she did awake. He stood still, memorizing the contours of her partially hidden face. This is how she will remain for the rest of eternity: a beautiful corpse. A wicked smile touched his lips.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed and her teeth tugged on her bottom lip. The movement was so swift he would have missed it had he not been so absorbed in her deceptively delicate features. He waited for her eyes to open, hopeful that those green irises would open and dilate in fear at his presence, but she did not awaken. Instead, she shifted to lie on her side, facing him. She began biting her lower lip again until it became slightly puffy.
His smiled faded.
He took three unconscious steps toward the bed, drawn to the changing color of her lips which became a darker shade of pink as blood rushed through them. The blood pooling in her lower lip looked ready to burst, but her teeth weren't doing the job. He bared his fangs ... Maybe, I can provide the right prick ... His next movements were a blur.
Klaus found himself crouched on all fours with his face inches from hers. He scowled because the scent of gardenias invaded his nostrils and seemed to borrow into his skin as he leaned in closer to her. But he could not withdraw. He was fixated on those lips made red by her actions. His mouth hovered above her lips, fangs ready to puncture that bottom lip, when she released her lower lip and exhaled. His hands rose instinctively to defend against attack but one hand settled in her hair and the other on her cheek when he realized she remained asleep.
Moments later, she turned slightly until her cheek nuzzled his hand. His eyes widened in shock. Then she sighed. When he inhaled her warm breath which he couldn't escape given their close proximity, something snapped inside him.
He moved with lightning speed to the far corner of the room. He didn't know what to make of her actions, but he knew for sure that he was angered by his. This sleeping girl had reduced him to a mindless beast! According to Caroline, he could thank the witch for the nickname 'mindless beast'. And to add insult to injury, he couldn't even dispute the phrase at the moment because the mental recap of him crawling on all fours to taste the blood in her lips kept replaying in his brain. When did I start crawling? I wasn't even aware I was walking, he thought bitterly. He was supposed to be killing her, not sampling the raw goods. Thoroughly disgusted with himself, he began to pace.
Is this part of her plan? He wondered. If it was, he was falling right into her trap. He raked his hands through his hair. He had to kill her before she reduced him to a human being.
Except her couldn't kill her—not right now, anyway. Not after what she had done today. He glanced at her sleeping form as he continued to pace. He had allowed the rage she created to dictate his actions. Only now that he had removed himself from her snare did he remember his vow to break her spirit then kill her. And now she deserved to be tortured more than ever.
I won't allow myself to be controlled by … whatever it is that she—this little bitch—concocted to destroy me!
His broken thoughts fueled his anger and he had to close his eyes to keep himself in control. He needed to calm down. He wasn't a mindless beast. He almost laughed at his mind's choice of words. They kept coming back to kick him in the behind. And the fact that he could think to laugh over words he didn't find funny while he remained angry enough to kill her was proof that she was making him crazy.
And I still don't know what spell she used to do this to me …
Enough! He'd had enough. She wanted crazy, he would go one step further. When she awoke, she would wish she never had.
–TVD–
Bonnie awoke with a smile on her face. She had never slept so well. She yawned and brought her hand up to cover her mouth. Something smelled funny. Is it my hand? She wondered still fighting the temptation to roll over and go back to sleep. She lifted her right hand again and sniffed it. It was definitely her hand. She brought her hand up to her eyes to examine it. It was smeared with something. She blinked to clear her eyes. Then she saw it. The phrase 'Sleep well' was written on her hand followed by a question mark.
Is this a practical joke?
She sat up and that is when she saw it. A black arrow pointing downward had been drawn on her chest just above her shirt top. Her gaze followed the direction the arrow pointed and she gasped.
A picture had been drawn on the tan blanket that covered her. As she stared in horror, she realized it was a portrait. Someone had drawn her sleeping form. OH MY GOD! A voice inside her screamed. She glanced down at her torn shirt and back at the drawing. The rip in her raglan had been rendered perfectly as had her features, the bed, and the closed window to the left of the bed. Who would—All thought stopped when she saw what was written on the edge of the blanket in big bold letters:
I DREAM OF JAMIE
BY: NIKLAUS MIKAELSON
Bonnie froze in fear. Klaus had been in the room with her! She began to tremble. It was all she could do not to scream. Her hands were shaking so violently, she couldn't even make fists. He could have killed me at any given time! He will kill me! Her thoughts were travelling a mile a minute. She couldn't think straight. She stared at the portrait again in disbelief then lifted her hand to confirm that what she saw was actually written there, but in her frazzled state she lifted the other hand and read 'You're next, love'.