Title: Sire
Rating: M
Genre: AU/Supernatural/Romance
Pairing(s): Bonnie/Klaus, Rebekah/Marcel, Stefan/Rebekah (minor), Caroline/Tyler, Matt/Katherine, Kol/Davina, Elijah/Celeste, Finn/Lucy, etc.
Summary: "She is my progeny. Blood of my blood. I am her maker. Her originator. Her ruler. She is of my creation and so she will never escape me." Niklaus Mikaelson sees Bonnie Bennett as the threat that she is and decides to eliminate her before she can interfere further with his plans by turning her into a vampire. However, in the after effects of the transformation not only does Bonnie become something unexpected by a connection forms between maker and progeny that neither of them are prepared for. Post 2x22
Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Sexual Content, Dub-con, Minor OCC-ness, etc.
Two
"Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction."
Pablo Picasso
New Orleans, Louisiana
Bonnie Bennett opened her eyes to find that the night before hadn't been a dream. Klaus was sitting at her bedside and she could tell that he had been watching her sleep for some time. She sat up in bed quickly drawing her knees into her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.
It was odd, how intensely that she could feel him. She was hyperaware of him. "Good morning, love," he said, "How did you sleep?"
He seemed genuinely concerned and Bonnie was put off by it and pleased by at the same time. "I need to call my aunt," Bonnie frowned, ignoring the question, "Make sure she knows I'm alright. I left her a message last night but I know that she's going to worry."
"Bernadette is just fine," Klaus said examining Bonnie, searching for signs of any problems with her transition, "I had breakfast with her this morning. We talked about the new exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art. We're planning a trip to see it next week."
"What?" Bonnie asked, her anger immediately rising. She could already tell that she was going to have more trouble handling her emotions. Everything she had ever felt seemed to be greater in magnitude. The only thing that had not grown was her hatred of him because there seemed to be something that was preventing it from doing so.
"She and I have become rather good friends over the last few days. She thinks that you and I are an item, finds me to be very charming. How do you think I got into your house last night? You must have realized that I would need an invitation?" He watched as Bonnie's eyes changed from green to amber and he was prepared for her when she charged at him.
He grabbed her around the waist and tackled her onto the bed. Pinning her arms over her head, he climbed on top of her to keep her from struggling.
"I swear if you touch her I'll kill you myself," even as she said the words she felt pain in the pit of her stomach. You cannot harm your creator, a voice inside of her head said, you are of him, his blood is your blood. Bonnie growled as she renewed her efforts to get away from him.
"Be still," Klaus hissed. She froze almost immediately as his own eyes yellowed. "No one is going to hurt your kin, now hush," he told her, "It's your own fault that I was able to even target her. You should think twice about keeping your little family in the dark about the supernatural. You are in a city with one of the largest supernatural populations in all the states. This is the last place where such secrets need to be kept."
Bonnie had only been half listening. Her newly enhanced senses were working in overdrive to memorize everything about him. Every hair. Every freckle. The timbre of his voice. His scent, a mixture of blood, bourbon, and patchouli. Memorizing things about him that she would now associate with other things. Things that would bring him to mind even when she didn't want to think about him. Know him, the voice echoed, you are his extension. "Get off of me," Bonnie said aloud, her eyes narrowing.
"Say please," Klaus smirked. He could see her jaw tick. He wanted to tame her. To destroy her and build her up into what he saw fit. But at the same time something in him valued what she was already, more so than before. It was irksome. He was honing into the details that made her up the same way he had been doing in the days he had been following her but something was different. Something was off.
Growing annoyed Bonnie concentrated on building her power instead. It was odd, but she felt as if she had more access to it than she had before. There had always been something restricting her. Holding her back. The spirits. The weakness of her own body. Her lack of knowledge. The nose bleeds. But in that moment she felt as if she had however much power she wanted at her disposal.
She focused her power on him and watched, half of her in glee and half of her in pain as he shot across the room and hit the opposite wall. He slid down on the ground and held his head. "Please," Bonnie said sweetly as she got out of bed.
To her surprise as Klaus stood, he looked not angry, but almost proud. He clapped his hands in mock applause. "Bravo," he said, "You're more powerful than I thought that you would be in this state. I'm pleased. But you need to learn some control or else it will only take you so far."
Something in her felt satisfaction in the fact that she had pleased him and that was her undoing. "I can't do this," she murmured, more to herself than him. She looked toward the window, saw the sun shining in through the curtains and thought that it could possibly be her escape.
She sped toward the window and threw the curtains open, expecting her skin to blister and burn. Instead nothing happened. She glared at the sky as she fell to her knees.
Klaus rolled his eyes. "Hybrids don't need day walking rings so if you want to kill yourself you are going to have to try harder," he told her, "Especially considering the fact that I plan on doing everything I can to keep you alive and well." He walked up behind her, and reached over her to close the curtains once more. "If you're done being dramatic I've kidnapped some vampires for you to eat for breakfast."
"I don't need you or your vampires," Bonnie frowned, standing, "Marcel said that he would get me blood. He's probably farming his men for me as we speak."
Klaus glared at her as a voice in the back of his mind reared its ugly head. He is a threat, it whispered, remind her who she belongs to. Ignoring the voice Klaus turned away from her. "You should be careful associating with him," he said.
"He couldn't be any worse than you," Bonnie shot back.
"Perhaps not," Klaus glanced back at her over his shoulder, "But remember he was once under my wing. I am a part of what made him what he was the same as I am responsible for who you are now. And what I can create I can destroy."
"You wouldn't hurt me," Bonnie said, her voice more sure than she actually felt, "You wanted me dead before but now you just want to take advantage of my power. Even if you turn another witch it wouldn't be the same. She wouldn't be able to do a tenth of what I could do and there is no guarantee that she would be sired to you either."
Klaus was surprised by how well she had read the situation. He had underestimated her again it seemed. Still, even if he would not harm her, that did not mean Marcel was safe. They were old friends and the vampire was once loyal to him. But his mind had already labeled him a threat and if he had to choose between Bonnie and Marcel the choice was clear even with the history involved. "You are right," he nodded, "I would never harm you."
Bonnie stiffened as Klaus kissed her cheek and walked away. She did not miss the double meaning of his words.
:::
Mystic Falls, Virginia
Damon Salvatore was not above drinking during the wee hours of the morning. The bottle of Jim Beam in his hand was already half empty. He sat on the roof of the boarding house, staring out at the sky, taking swigs out of the bottle every so often.
The source of his anxiety was the same as it had been all summer. A combination of his brother being missing, and the girl that he loved being in love with his brother. As he took another swig out of the bottle a few drops spilled on his long sleeved t-shirt. Frowning, he threw the bottle off the roof and watched as it hit the ground and shattered.
He frowned as he watched a familiar car pull up in front of the house. Sighing, he walked over the edge of the roof and jumped off. Landing on his feet in front of the car in question, he watched as Elena Gilbert turned off the vehicle and climbed out of the driver's side.
"Isn't it a little early for you to be dropping by for a visit?" Damon asked.
Elena blinked at him as she shut the door behind her. "I got your message about Stefan and I came right over," she said, by way of explanation.
He was hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with that particular development until later in the day. He had left the message in the middle of the night on purpose, thinking that she wouldn't check her messages until, well after she woke up in the morning. He should have known better. She had been constantly checking her phone on the off chance that Stefan would call all summer.
"You said that you found a lead on where he is," Elena said, regaining his attention.
Nodding, Damon sighed. "He was spotted mixing it up with some vampires in New Orleans," he said.
Elena frowned, as she thought for a moment. When it finally came to her, why the city seemed to stick out in her mind, she smiled. "That's great," Elena said, "Bonnie is there. We could have her look into the lead and if she finds something then we could go and check it out."
Damon was surprised that she didn't just want to head down and scope out the situation herself, like she had been doing in regards to the other leads. "If we do find something we have to be careful," he said, "New Orleans is a hotbed for supernatural activity. Who knows what we could be walking into?"
Elena shrugged. "It's for Stefan," she said, "So I can handle it." Damon fought the urge to roll his eyes. Elena pulled out her cell phone and attempted to call Bonnie. She hadn't really spoken to the witch all summer, but Stefan was involved and so Damon wasn't surprised by her sudden eagerness to get ahold of her friend.
Elena frowned as the phone rang and rang without answer. As she disconnected the line she looked at Damon in confusion. "That's weird," she said, "Bonnie usually answers when I call."
"There's only an hours' time difference," Damon shrugged, "She's probably still asleep." He watched as Elena's face fell and he knew before the words left his mouth that he was about to do something that he would likely regret. "How about you and me just hit the road? We can look witchy up when we get there and then we can all hunt down my wayward little brother together?"
Elena nodded, a smile stretching across her lips once more. "Alright," she said, "I just have to go home, grab a few things and talk to Jeremy."
Damon watched as she got into her car and drove away. Shaking his head, he went inside the house in search of more alcohol. As much as he wanted Stefan home, he had a bad feeling about all of this.
:::
New Orleans, Louisiana
There were much better things that Stefan Salvatore could be doing this early in the morning. He could think of about twenty things without trying, and about one hundred and fifteen if he were really concentrating.
He watched as Klaus circled Bonnie in the center of the room. The room in the ancient house had once been a ball room, Stefan suspected. However, it had been flipped into something else entirely. It had been turned into a training room of sorts. Stakes, guns, crossbows, and other weapons lined the walls. Mats covered the hardwood floor and there were weights and other exercising equipment off to one side.
Klaus was dressed more casually than Stefan had ever seen him. Wearing a black wife beater and a pair of athletic pants, his feet bare. Stefan was similarly attired, his own wife beater white paired with a pair of grey sweatpants. Bonnie's hair was pulled up and she was wearing a tank top that read, "Wake up. Kick ass. Repeat," in black letters and a pair of yoga pants.
Klaus had gotten it into his head that Bonnie needed to learn how to protect herself in ways that did not limit her to using her powers. Bonnie had only agreed because Klaus had told her if she acquiesced to him in this that she would be allowed to leave the house with Rebekah for a few hours to go and visit her aunt.
"Your powers are important of course," Klaus said as he stopped just behind Bonnie, "And we will work on you mastering them and honing them. But magic is something that you are used to something that comes easily to you. Now however, you have new strengths and new abilities. You will have to get used to them. Learn to control them. Learn to use all of your senses. Learn how to manipulate your new found strength in hand to hand combat. Learn how to use your small stature to your advantage. You look weak and so you could easily catch someone who is a threat to you off guard with all the power that you possess."
Stefan watched and Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I still don't think that all of this is necessary," Bonnie said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I told you, love," Klaus explained, "As much as I wanted you dead before I want you alive now even more." Klaus inhaled her scent, momentarily distracted from his point. Show her your power, his mind supplied, display. The next moment he found himself grabbing Bonnie from behind. He locked one arm around her waist and the other around her throat. She struggled against him and he relished the feel of her squirming against him before remembering himself. "You're thinking like a human," he hissed into ear, "You have the power to get out of this. Use it."
Bonnie was frustrated and angry but still she wanted to prove herself to him. She had to prove herself to him. She hated the thought as it entered her head but she went with it all the same.
Stefan watched in shock as Bonnie broke away from Klaus' hold and flipped the hybrid over her head. Klaus hit the mat beneath them with a thud and Bonnie pounced, climbing on top of him and grabbing his wrists. She pinned his arms over his head and held him down when he moved to get up.
Bonnie grinned smugly as realized that she had managed to overpower him. Her gratification was momentary as he used her inattention to catch her off guard. He had her pinned to the mat in one swift motion. Bonnie glared up at him, her breathing hard. "You're learning," he said.
Twisting out of his hold, Bonnie lifted her leg kicking Klaus hard enough to send him flying across the room. She lied there on the ground as Klaus laughed, picking himself up. He walked back over to her and Bonnie, even as she laid still, mentally prepared herself for another attack. Instead, Klaus reached out a hand and helped Bonnie to her feet.
As Bonnie stood Klaus pulled her into him and placed a kiss on her forehead, noting that she hadn't even broken a sweat. "Good girl," he whispered and Bonnie smiled at his approval in spite of herself.
The tension between them was so palpable that Stefan felt uncomfortable and cleared his throat. "If you two are just going to play with each other I really don't see why I'm here," he sighed.
After she had attacked him, Stefan felt less inclined to help her than before. But she had fed and that seemed to be able to satisfy her at the moment.
Klaus turned to him, the expression on his face making Stefan think that the hybrid had forgotten that he was even in the room. Klaus took a step away from Bonnie and turned away from the witch completely as he eyed Stefan. "She needs to practice with someone other than me," he said, "Because of the bond she can sense me rather easily. She needs a different target. Another focal point. It's the only way that she'll truly learn to make use of her new gifts."
"I wouldn't call them gifts," Bonnie muttered.
It didn't matter to Klaus what she called them. Like he had suspected, she was the perfect marriage of two distinct species that were never meant to coexist in one form. She was perfection, a progeny of his blood line and her blood line. He could never replicate her no matter how many witches he turned and so he would not try. He would see if he could combine the witch and werewolf bloodlines out of curiosity and to test his own abilities but there would never be another vampire and witch hybrid. She would be his only. His masterpiece.
He was an artists after all. Even outside of what his blood could create. And so he knew that when a work of art hit a canvas and was without blemish or flaw it could never be redone. There was no blood line as powerful as the Bennett line. And even if he found another Bennett witch, they would never be her, could never be her, and they would likely not even be close to her in strength or power.
Not liking the track his thoughts were taking, Klaus refocused his attention on Stefan. "Be careful with her," he said, "But don't hold yourself back." At Stefan's nod Klaus turned back to Bonnie. "Close your eyes," he instructed.
Bonnie wanted to chance disobeying him but decided to go along with him in this at least. As much as she hated to admit it she knew that Klaus was right about her needing to learn to use her abilities.
Bonnie closed her eyes and Klaus instructed Stefan to move to another end of the room with his head. "Now," Klaus said, turning back to Bonnie, "Without looking, see if you can sense where Stefan is."
Stefan's movements were trained and silent and Bonnie frowned as she tried and failed to find him. "I don't know," she said.
"I know it's hard but don't focus on me," Klaus said.
"It isn't hard," Bonnie said, crossing her arms over her chest. It was. Everything in her wanted to pay attention to Klaus when they were not just in the same room, but anywhere within the same vicinity.
"Stop arguing with me and listen," Klaus frowned, "Use your senses."
Taking a deep breath Bonnie reminded herself that she was no longer human but vampire. She listened and suddenly picked up the sound Stefan's heartbeat, his breathing. She picked up his scent, cloves, mint, and the sweet copper smell of blood that called out to her. "I've got him," she said keeping her eyes closed.
"Are you sure?" Klaus asked, watching her closely. She gave a stiff nod and he signaled for Stefan to come after her.
Stefan shot after, at full speed. Bonnie side stepped him at the last minute and he stopped just short of running into a nearby wall. Klaus motioned with his head and Stefan came at her again, from the front this time.
Bonnie dodged him again, but this time, she grabbed him by his shirt and flung him across the room into the wall of stakes, causing them to fall onto Stefan as he hit the ground. Stefan's eyes narrowed. He was impressed. Still, he wondered if she would be able to respond as quickly if he had a weapon.
Picking up one of the stakes, Stefan moved to go after Bonnie a third time but was surprised when Klaus accosted him midstride and slammed him into the same wall he had just hit. He groaned in pain as the stake was ripped from his hand and shoved into his stomach.
"You are supposed to be training her not trying to kill her," Klaus spat as he stepped away from Stefan.
Bonnie's eyes snapped open and her eyes widened as she looked upon the scene. She took a step away as she caught sight of Stefan's blood and was forced to control herself. "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it Klaus," she muttered.
"He came at you with a stake," Klaus growled, shoving the stake deeper into Stefan's stomach. They're former friendship notwithstanding he was ready to kill the vampire slowly and painfully.
Bonnie held her breath as she felt her fangs descend. "Klaus, please," she begged, "The blood. I can't…"
Klaus's head snapped around so fast that Stefan heard the crack of his neck. Frowning at Bonnie's loss of control, Klaus let Stefan go. "If you come that close to harming her again I promise you that I will rip your heart out where you stand," Klaus said, a part of him thinking he was overreacting and a part of him thinking that he had not gotten angry enough.
The part that was concerned about Bonnie, though concern was not what he would have called it, won out as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her out of the room.
Stefan pulled the stake from his stomach as he watched them walk out of the room. While neither Klaus nor Bonnie seemed too willing to acknowledge the oddness of their behavior Stefan was and did. It had only been a day and already they were showing signs of attachment and protectiveness. He wondered how bad it would be once more time passed. He had a feeling that his best bet was to figure out a way to get out from beneath Klaus's thumb before he was forced to find out.
:::
Mystic Falls, Virginia
In truth Jeremy Gilbert had been avoiding speaking to Bonnie Bennett all summer. He didn't exactly know how to address the subject of him seeing the ghosts of his ex-girlfriends. That one in particular, he was certain that he still had feelings for. However, he knew that he would have to tell someone eventually, especially given the fact that Annabelle Johnson was popping up more and more and he was unsure of either her or Vicki Donovan's intentions.
When Elena approached him with the news that she had possibly found Stefan and that he had been spotted in New Orleans he saw it as his opportunity. Bonnie was in New Orleans with her family and so Jeremy thought that it would be best if he went with her and told Bonnie about the ghost development in person. He owed her at least that much.
However, he hadn't been aware that Damon Salvatore would be joining them on the trip. Though, in retrospect he should have known better since Damon's brother was involved. Still he was less than happy to be sitting in the back seat and listening to Elena and Damon bicker back in forth while attempting to dance around the issue of them being attracted to one another.
The thirteen hour drive would likely be the longest of his life. He half listened as they continued their banter, but then something Damon said got his attention. "I don't see how witchy could refer to a city like New Orleans as boring unless she hadn't left the house yet," he said, "I mean the witch population is heavy so it's right up her alley. If she ran into the right person she might be able to actually learn a few things. They are heavy into different kinds of magic. Magic she's probably never even heard of."
Jeremy's eyes narrowed as a thought came him. There was a possibility that he could find a witch that could take care of his ghost problem before he encountered Bonnie and then she would never have to know. But was that what he really wanted?'
"Then again," Damon continued, when neither Jeremy nor Elena responded, "There's a huge vampire population as well so maybe she wouldn't find the city as endearing as I do. Speaking of which you two are going to have to be careful. Stay with me at all times. If you walk down the wrong dark alley or into the wrong bar you could become someone's next meal."
Elena rolled her eyes at the same time Jeremy sighed. His plan to sneak away in search of a witch seemingly unfeasible all of a sudden. "Is it really that serious?" Elena asked, turning toward Damon.
"You could chance it if you want," Damon shrugged," But then you run the risk of being dead before you can find my little brother and pour your heart out to him again. That is if he doesn't try to off you himself."
"Stefan would never hurt me," Elena said, shaking her head.
"If he's back on human blood," Damon sighed, "Back to ripping. Then you don't know what he would do. If you don't believe me then read his journal like I said."
As the two began to argue once more, Jeremy tuned them out completely. His mind wandered and he began to think about how he would be able to sneak away and how he could find a witch. He couldn't very well ask Anna or Vicki, unless he could manage to keep them from knowing that he would need a witch to get rid of their presence. He would have to get rid of their presence. Now that Bonnie was reentering the picture, he wouldn't have a choice.
:::
New Orleans, Louisiana
Marcel Gerard sat down behind his desk and studied Bonnie as she sat down on the other side of it. The witch touched her newly shorn hair, the soft waves now just barely reaching her shoulders. "Nice haircut," he commented.
"I went to go see my aunt this morning," Bonnie explained, her fingers playing with the hem of the navy blue sundress that she was wearing, "Klaus tricked her into thinking he was my boyfriend. She's too trusting. All your men had to do last night was mention my name and she invited them in. I think I have to tell her the truth before she invites in the wrong person. My dad won't like it but it will keep her safe." Bonnie wasn't ready to tell her aunt what she was, or her father that she had been turned, but she knew at the very least, her aunt had the right to know she lived in a city full of supernatural creatures. Even if Bonnie knew that she was partially to blame for her aunt so easily falling for Klaus's lies. If she had told her aunt who her actual boyfriend was, though really she could barely remember that last time that she and Jeremy actually spoke, then the woman wouldn't have fallen for it and Bonnie would still be just a witch and not a vampire who was sired to Klaus as well.
Marcel nodded. "I agree with that."
"Anyway," Bonnie went on, with a roll of her eyes, "She mentioned something about Klaus saying I was beautiful." She crossed her arms and looked away from Marcel as he gave her an assessing look. "That he liked my hair, and so I had it cut. It's one of the few things I still have control over and so I figured why not."
"How childish and passive aggressive of you," Marcel laughed, "That's exactly how Klaus operates so I'm sure he'll approve." Bonnie crossed her legs and glared at him, and he grinned. "At least you look good," he said, "Not that you didn't before. But the cut suits you. Klaus was right even if he was phoning it in for your aunt. You are beautiful."
Bonnie tried to hold onto the mask of agitation she had been wearing up until his last words but found herself biting back a grin just the same. "You said you have something to tell me," she sighed, changing the subject, "I doubt you called me all the way here just to complement me on my hair cut."
She only had a couple of hours before she had to go back and check in with Klaus. He would come after her if she wasn't back when she was expected to be and though she didn't want to care about being on the opposite end of his anger she did. Even if he hadn't given her a time limit, Bonnie wouldn't have been able to stay away long, however. The distance from him was beginning to disturb her already and it had barely been an hour and a half.
"I've been doing some research," Marcel told her, "I've come up with a list of things that you might encounter with the bond. I took into consideration Klaus's duel bloodlines. The vampire, the witch, and the wolf."
Bonnie scooted her chair closer the desk and leaned forward with interest. She watched as Marcel pulled a legal pad from the desk drawer and sat it on the desk top in front of her.
"There are some things that customarily come with the sire bond," Marcel said, pointing to each item on the page as he listed them, "Loyalty, both ways, but more so from your side. Protectiveness, particularly since in your case you are Klaus's first hybrid. An eagerness and wish to please. Both maker and progeny can usually sense when the other is in pain or in danger. Depending on how strong the bond is, sometimes certain attributes appear over time such as an empathic connection allowing them to share emotions. Then there are other things that can pop up if the sire takes on the progeny as mate, like mental telepathy, and a heightening of any emotional bond or sexual attraction-"
"I'm not going to have to worry about that," Bonnie cut in. Even if she did find something odd in the way that Klaus looked at her sometimes and was disturbed by the fact that Klaus had been watching her and infiltrating her life all summer prior to changing her, Bonnie was sure that his attraction to her was limited to her powers. And even if it wasn't, she would never let things escalate to that point.
"Maybe not," Marcel shrugged, "But you need to go into this with your eyes open." At her nod he pressed the issue. "Is any of this sounding familiar to you at all? I know it's only been a day but have you noticed anything."
Groaning Bonnie nodded again. "Somewhat of an eagerness to please," she muttered, "It's not like I'm following him around and catering to his needs or anything I just…it feels nice when he's proud of me." She cleared her throat and squirmed in her seat. "I can sometimes feel his emotions. And the mental telepathy, to an extent at least. Like I said before, I could hear his voice calling me in my head. Almost like an echo." Bonnie thought about the way that Klaus had attacked Stefan during her training. "The protectiveness as well," she added, "Him of me. To the point of violence."
She was talking as if she were talking about someone else. Her tone making it clear that she was trying to detach herself from the situation. "Things are escalating faster than I thought that they would," Marcel said, "Which means that his other bloodlines are coming into play."
Bonnie frowned as she sat back against her chair. "In what way exactly?" she asked.
"We're working with new territory because Klaus is the first hybrid," he said, "Besides I'm not an expert. I am not sure exactly. However, while witches and wolves don't have sire bonds there are bonds that occur for them that are significant as well and share some of the same characteristics." He flipped another page on the legal pad. "Before Klaus was a vampire he was a wolf. The wolf and witch lines are his primary lines, so if their interacting with the sire bond it's possible they could interfere with how it works."
Bonnie's eyes scanned the writing on the page, the heightening of her senses allowing her to process them even as Marcel continued to speak. Her mind worked faster than his words came.
"There are two bonds that are important werewolves," Marcel explained, "The bond between the wolf and his mate and the bond between the alpha and his pack. You haven't gotten into mate territory. But if he shows signs of possessiveness and sexual desire then it's possible."
"I told you," Bonnie glared, "That isn't going to happen."
"Like I said," Marcel frowned, "You need to be informed. Now…while you aren't mated to him you are pack. His only creation and therefore at the moment his only pack member. The first. This is important. This is where some of your power over him and even some of the other hybrids he creates could possibly come in." He could see that she once again was giving him her full attention. "The first pack member is normally the most trusted, the confidant. Unless someone stronger comes along they usually act as the alpha's second, his beta. Outside of him, you will the most important, the most respected, and the most trusted no matter what else he creates."
"What makes you so sure?" Bonnie asked. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Being his second made her gratified even if she hated the fact but at the same time she knew it would mean protecting him, which meant going against the people that wanted him dead. Which meant going against witches. Which in a way, even meant going against herself.
"Even if he turns other witches they won't be as great as you," Marcel said, "Your bloodline is that strong and that pure. There is a reason people know the name Bennett. He hit the jackpot with you and even if this wolf stuff doesn't come into play he knows it."
"How would I know if the wolf stuff came into play?"
"As your alpha there would be times you would act submissive to him and he would be compelled to almost constantly display his power and strength for you in order to prove that he can indeed act as your protector," he scratched the back of his neck and sighed, "I have the wolves here pretty much tamed but their inner hierarchy has always remained intact. From my experience alphas have an extremely possessive nature and are threatened by any bonds or friendships formed outside of the pack, particularly with other males."
Bonnie thought of Klaus's veiled threat against Marcel. She knew that she was going to have to be careful if she were to continue to take advantage of Marcel's help. "What about the witch factor?"
"The only bond I could find that would apply was the bond the witch has with his or her familiar," Marcel said, flipping another page on the legal pad, "It's usually between witches an animals but it can sometimes occur with vampires. Being a hybrid, Klaus is both. In Vodoun the familiar is referred to as 'Ti Bon Ang' or 'little good angel', and mostly resides in spirit vessels. But in most cases they're corporeal and they help the witch hone her craft, assists her with her magic. The bond forged is usually one of mutual respect, trust, and love." Bonnie tilted her head to the side and looked skeptical. "I know it sounds off considering there's no love lost between you and Klaus," Marcel stated, "But there's a reason I included it. These bonds are usually formed by the way of blood exchange."
Bonnie's mind flashed to Klaus drinking her blood as he turned her. "Shit," she grumbled sitting back in her seat.
"This isn't a bad thing Bonbon," he claimed, "I mean the duel bloodlines are working in your favor more than you obviously realize. You are more than just an asset to him. I know you would rather not be connected to him at all. I get that. But that isn't an option so let's go with what we know right now. We know you're bonded to him. But we also know that that bond means you will affect him almost as much as he will you. You can be used against him like I said before, which means you have power over him and you don't have to let him take advantage of you."
"Let's say you might be right," Bonnie breathed, "Shouldn't we test some of this stuff out before we count it as factors. We could be reading too much into this whole bloodline interaction thing."
Marcel grinned in a way that brought Klaus to mind and Bonnie remembered that he had once been under the hybrid's wing. "I'm having a party tonight," he told her, "Rebekah is going to convince Klaus to let you come but we all know he won't let you come alone."
"So we get him to the party and then what?" Bonnie blinked, unimpressed with the plan so far.
Marcel lifted the legal pad and waved it in the air. "We provoke the hell out of him and see how many things we can cross off of this list." Once they knew what they could cross off, they would know what they could use to manipulate him in the future.
The answer made Bonnie smile. "Oh," she grinned, "This is going to be fun." She took the legal pad from his hands and picking up a pen she began to cross off some of the things she had already noticed even as her mind worked to figure out ways to provoke the other traits into surfacing.
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Rebekah Mikaelson watched as her brother poured over a map of the city. He was marking the districts where the werewolf packs that he was planning on targeting were settled. She sat on the edge of Klaus's desk, her legs dangling over the side.
Even though he was attempting to appear focused on his task, she knew her brother well enough to know that he was distracted. Thinking about the vamp-witch he had sired no doubt. "Wouldn't it be easier to target the witches and turn them first?" Rebekah asked, "I mean I know Marcel has them on a no magic restriction but they're not as deep underground as the wolves so you would sooner be able to get to them."
"In case you have forgotten dear sister," Klaus said, without looking up, "I already have a witch. I powerful one. It would be different if I hadn't turned Bonnie first. What do I need with the Statue of David once I've painted the Sistine Chapel? Besides the witches in the Quarter want me dead and there are plenty of witches on the other side willing to give them their freedom from Marcel to have them accomplish such a feat. All I need is one witch. One loyal witch who has a better mortality rate than the ones I've had before and I have one."
Rebekah rolled her eyes at his soliloquy. "I can't believe you just compared a novice witch to the Sistine Chapel," she muttered.
Klaus did look up at her then, the pen in his hand stilling. "No one will ever be able to create anything more perfect than her," he stated, "A Bennett turned vampire by Original hybrid blood. There will never be more beautiful an abomination than that. Never a more flawless paradox. Working with the wolves is different, I no longer have anything else to prove."
Rebekah wondered if he knew how he sounded. He was attributing virtue upon virtue on the witch and if he wasn't tying it all back to the fact that he had created Bonnie, one might have thought that he was the one sired to her. Giving Bonnie some control over the situation would be easier that she initially thought.
"While I am having such a wonderful time discussing your obsession with the witch and your ever present narcissism," Rebekah sighed, "I have to say that I could likely find more stimulating conversation elsewhere. Marcel is having a party tonight. He invited us. I think I'll go." She waited for some kind of reaction, for him to insist on going with her or that she not go at all. For some of his not so old controlling instincts to surface.
"Do as you wish," Klaus said, looking back down at the map and marking off another territory.
Rebekah raised an eyebrow at him. "Perhaps I'll invite Stefan along as well." Nothing. "Since you're busy and Bonnie has volunteered to teach me about this era maybe I should invite her as well. She has grown very fond of Marcel in such a short time. I am sure that she would love to be there."
Klaus stiffened and the pen dropped from his hand. He knew that if he forbid Bonnie to go then she would likely go simply to spite him. He didn't like the idea of her cozying up to anyone, least of all someone who was a potential threat to him. He hated her but he needed her loyalty. He needed her power. He needed her. "I had better go as well then," he said, aloud.
"Why?" Rebekah said, watching him carefully, "I mean with Marcel and his men busy drinking, partying and bleeding all the unsuspecting tourists dry, it would be the perfect distraction for you. You could approach the wolves without fear of disruption."
She was right and Klaus knew that he would have to think of something in order for his presence at the party not to be questioned. Rebekah could always tell when he was lying. "Bonnie is still battling control over her blood lust," he said, "She will be in a room full of vampires. Even if she won't kill them by feeding from them she needs to learn control. Besides, Marcel might be amiable toward her now, but I doubt he will remain so if Bonnie goes around attacking his men."
:::
It was after eleven when they finally reached the city and Elena was tired. After they had found a hotel, Jeremy had asked for a separate room and Elena had suspected that he had gone to explore the city on his own once he had gotten settled.
Elena's first thought had been of sleep but Damon have claimed that she had gotten enough sleep in the car. He had left to go find out Stefan's whereabouts and so it was Elena's job to get ahold of Bonnie.
She had been trying to contact the witch all day and had yet to receive an answer to any of her calls. As it was unlike Bonnie, Elena was beginning to worry. However, she didn't know Bonnie's aunt's address and she really wasn't sure where she should start in terms of looking. The only thing she could do was keep calling and hope that Bonnie would eventually answer.
She looked up as she heard a knock on the room that she had to herself. She knew that it was either Damon or Jeremy. Walking over to the door, she opened it and allowed Damon inside.
"Where's baby Gilbert?" Damon asked.
Elena sighed. "He wanted to go explore," Elena said, "I would have stopped him but you know how he is. He has his ring and he has his phone. If he doesn't check in in an hour I'll call him."
"I wasn't worried," Damon shrugged, "I was just hoping that we wouldn't have to figure out a way to get rid of him. I found out where Stefan is and he would only get in the way."
Elena's brows furrowed in confusion as she stared at him. "Where is Stefan that Jeremy can't go?"
"Ideally I wouldn't want you to go either but I know how you are," he said, "Besides, I don't plan on leaving your side."
"Just tell me where he is Damon," Elena sighed.
"He's at a party," Damon said. Elena looked at him dumbfounded and he was sure that she was about to ask him what was so scary about a party. "Trust me, Elena, you've never been to a party like this."
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Bonnie felt free as she danced to the pulsing sound of the music. The house was a mass of bodies and sound and scents and for once Bonnie didn't have to think. While her senses reminded her what she was, she was glad for them. Glad that she could lose herself amidst the tourists and Marcel's men and not think about the fact that she was undead. That the life that she had known was lost to her. That while she still had her powers, she was no longer just a witch. That she was irrevocably tied to the person that she hated most in the world.
Still she knew that soon she would have to start provoking Klaus. With that in mind she started dancing with the nearest male vampire to her. She made sure to dance closer than necessary and let her hands wander just so.
Klaus was across the room, chatting with Stefan and looking as if he wanted to be anywhere else. She knew however, that she would soon draw his attention. When his eyes had left her throughout the night, it was only ever for a few seconds at a time.
Bonnie looked around her as the vampires began to feed off the tourists that had been lured out with the promise of music, mischief, and alcohol. Her stomach turned in disgust at the sight, but the blood did not appeal to her. Her own interest was drawn toward the vampire that was eagerly wrapping himself around her. She was sure that most of Marcel's men knew who and what she was. What her diet consisted of. But not only were they willing to keep her existence a secret from the other creatures of the Quarter but they were also willing donors, be it farmed blood or fresh.
Bonnie ran her nose along the vampire's pulse point and she felt the familiar hunger take hold. It didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. The feeding. She didn't think that she would be as amiable to it were she forced to feed on humans.
She could feel as her face distorted and her fangs descended. But before she could bite into the vampire's neck, she found herself being snatched away from him. She wasn't at all surprised as she was pulled into Klaus's body. "You need to learn control," Klaus hissed into her ear, "You should have fed before you came."
Bonnie twisted herself out of his hold and began to walk away from him. "Everyone else is feeding so why can't I," she said, knowing without looking that he would follow her.
"That's what you have blood bags for," He snapped, as he grabbed her arm and forced her to turn and face him.
Bonnie didn't see the issue. He and Stefan fed from humans all the time. "I like it better fresh," she said. She tried to loosen her hand from his grip but he held fast.
"If you want fresh blood, love, then you needn't feed from the weak and unworthy. I will be happy to oblige you." He reached out and touched her hair and Bonnie flinched away from him. "I like your hair by the way," he said, "It suits you."
"I was hoping that you wouldn't," Bonnie said, her tone bland, "Also, I don't want your blood. You promised to take care of me but obviously you can't." Bonnie watched as his eyes turned from blue to yellow, mentally crossing displaying of power off of the list.
"You don't seem to understand so I will clarify it for you, my dear," he whispered lowly, "You are mine and if you have the desire for fresh blood then I will be the one to sate you." Klaus wasn't sure what bothered him so much about her feeding from the vein. Perhaps it was the intimacy that came with feeding. It would be different if she was aiming to kill but she was not. Besides normally blood exchange between vampires held significance when death wasn't the aim.
Bonnie eyed him and sighed as possessiveness was the next to be crossed off of her mental list. "Nothing about you could ever satisfy me," Bonnie said, even as her brain chastised her for it, "Least of all your blood. I would rather be sired to any other vampire in this room."
Klaus's mind seemed to shut down. His thoughts zeroing in on her, on proving her wrong. Show. Prove. Possess. The mantra passed through his head again and again. He growled as he felt his fangs drop.
Bonnie took a step away from him, but he grabbed her by the waist and held her in place. She glanced around the room, her eyes searching for assistance and noted that not only Marcel and Rebekah, but Stefan as well, were heading toward them. But they would be too late. She had pushed Klaus too far and she was waiting to be attacked, to be forced into submission.
She was surprised when instead of biting her, Klaus bit into his own bottom lip until he drew blood. She was confused by his motivation until her eyes caught sight of the blood staining his lips and her mouth began to water. He was trying to provoke her into attacking him. Prove that she wanted his blood.
Bonnie went stiff as her hands clenched into fists. She would fight it. She had to. She couldn't let him win. She broke a moment later, however, when he bit down again and more blood spilled from the wound.
There was no hiding the smugness of his expression as Bonnie grabbed the sides of Klaus's face, drew him down to her, and sticking out her tongue, she licked the blood from his lip. He had planned to end things there. To laugh at her. To throw the incident in her face. However, instead he found himself biting the inside of his mouth until he drew blood and drawing her toward him until their lips met.
Bonnie resisted, her hands pushing at his chest until his tongue pushed into her mouth and warm blood flowed from Klaus's mouth into her own. Bonnie went from struggling to grasping fistfuls of Klaus's shirt in an effort to pull him closer. The taste of his blood was making her dizzy. He had been right. No one could sate her like her sire.
The thought brought Bonnie back to reality as Klaus wrapped his arms around her and her mind supplied to her that it was not just Klaus's blood in her mouth but his tongue. Shaking, Bonnie pulled back, panting heavily as she looked up at him. She, rather reluctantly crossed sexual attraction off of her mental list, only because the look he was giving her could not really be labeled as anything else.
"Bonnie?" A familiar voice said from behind her and Bonnie swallowed.
Taking a deep breath Bonnie wiped at her mouth with her hand. Turning slowly, she came face to face with Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert. She frowned in confusion wondering why they were there and how much they had seen. However, as she felt Klaus wrap his arms possessively around her from behind she knew that her more than likely former friend and Elena's pet vampire were the least of her problems.