Boy meets Girl

Author's Note: I'll continue to explain how everything works, so hopefully your forming questions will be answered as the story moves along.

/Later in the night/

Bonnie had two questions to ask her father as she walked in the house, kicking the door closed with her foot as she took off her jacket hanging it on the hook nearby. She looked around the hallway and noticed that there were suitcases packed, but they were hers and hers only. She walked past the suitcases, stepping over them as she looked around, trying to find her father. She heard shuffling in the living room and headed there, walking in with a confused curious stare on her face as she saw her father bent over a suitcase, throwing her books in.

Were they moving?

"Dad, what's going on?" She stepped further into the room, looking around even more closely, spotting a blank envelope on the table. She picked it up and turned it over, looking through it, counting the money and her jaw dropped. There was at least five hundred dollars in here.

She looked at her dad's back, crossing her arms as she waved the envelope in her hands, clearing her throat. "Dad, what the hell is this? Are we moving?"

Her dad rose up, clearing his throat, raising a bandaged hand and held it close over his heart, a slight frown on his face. The glasses on his nose were at the edge, about ready to slip off. It was a moment's pause before he pushed them back up, using his other hand.

"Honey, I fucked up. I forgot to pay my boss off."

Bonnie eyed her father strangely, wondering what exactly he was talking about, until it clicked, she knew all about his 'bosses' and knew how cruel they could be. She nodded, throwing the envelope on the table, unfolding her arms, "I'll pack the rest of my stuff. You go upstairs and pack yours."

Her father shook his head, his lips pulled back to show off his white teeth and a small gap that was there from getting one of them knocked out, five years ago.

"I'm staying here, Bonnie. You and that envelope are supposed to be at his mansion tomorrow."

Bonnie shook her head, feeling stunned at what he had just said. "Daddy, what?"

Her face broke and she felt so much emotions, pull through her that she wasn't sure what to say next.

"I tried to fight, but." He paused waving his bandaged hand. "I got stabbed for it. It's final. But I'm packing your things and you will take that money and go. Runaway as far as you can." He nodded, taking a step closer towards her.

Even though, she hated the idea of being someone's pet. She couldn't let her dad get in any more trouble for his mistakes and for her own. She didn't like being someone's stool and the fact of staying with one of dad's 'bosses' sounded disgusting, probably dirty old men. But she was not going to run. She wasn't made like that. She faced all her problems head on.

She shook her head, trying to force a smile across her face, hoping to reassure her dad that she would be fine.

"I don't run from anything, you know that. I'll stick with the plan and we'll find away to pay it off. I can take care of myself. I'm not a little girl anymore."

Her dad nodded, smiling softly before pulling his daughter into a hug, resting his chin on her shoulder, a dark sinister smile along his lips.

/Next Day/

She had a couple of minutes to say goodbye to her old life before she was whisked away by the bad men. She groaned in frustration at the thought, reminding herself what she was doing this for, because it still hurt. She felt hurt and a bit betrayed. Why couldn't she make a deal with her dad's bosses. Couldn't she work for them while still staying with her dad? She was still cautious of him, hoping he wouldn't break and slide back into his addiction. She was a bit scared for her father, still. Maybe she could explain that to the man she would be staying with.

She rolled her eyes and held her phone tight in her hands as she opened a new message to send to Elena, hoping that she was alright. She had called her last night after her and her father had dinner together. She hoped that Elena would pick up and they could talk all night till morning, as they used too, before she was off and away, but Elena hadn't answered that call or any other call. So Bonnie texted her, but she received nothing in return. She closed her phone and stuffed it into her jeans pocket, crossing her legs at her ankles as she sat on her couch, sighing.

She wasn't sure how it was going to go. Was she supposed to stand outside and wait? Was she supposed to call him and talk about plans, tell him what she wanted? But she knew, it wouldn't happen like that. She didn't know exactly which boss she was going to of her fathers and was a bit fearful, wondering which one.

She heard of the Salvatores, the brothers. Damon Salvatore, the devil with the blue eyes and Stefan Salvatore, the sweetheart with the dark eyes. She had met them once, briefly for a moment. They were having a little celebration in her dad's bar and she had came with her friends, meeting the Salvatore's hadn't ended well. Damon had hit on her and Stefan continued to stare.

She shook her head once more, hoping it wasn't either one of them, because if Damon was the person she was going to be staying with. She was going to throw a fit and runaway.

She heard a knock at the door and she inhaled deeply as she sat, knowing that her life was about ready to change. She gulped, swallowing hard. She heard her father, coming down the stairs, he was practically running. She heard him unlock the door, turn the knob, and the door opened. She straightened her posture in the chair, bringing herself to a stand as she faced the entrance to the living room, raising her head up high. If she was going to have to stay with this man, she was going to fight.

"She's in here. Everything's packed."

She heard her father say and she couldn't believe that it was actually about to happen. Her life was about to completely change and she had no way of stopping it. She just couldn't say no to them. She couldn't fight because her father would get hurt. She had to remember that it was for her father.

Two men entered the living room; one she knew and a look of disgust came across her face as he smirked at her, his blue eyes scanning her body. The other, she never seen him before and she wondered if this was the man that she was going to be staying with. He looked proper, better than the other.

", we finally meet." The proper one spoke and he bowed his head, smiling softly before straightening. She faintly smiled, swallowing hard. The other she scowled at him, ready to slap that stupid smirk off his face.

", you look very ravishing." Bonnie looked down at her state of dress and wasn't sure what was so ravishing about it. A simple white tank and jeans with shoes, her hair was in a rough up high ponytail. How did she look ravishing?
"Damon, behave." The proper one spoke and Damon instantly nodded, mumbling a rough sorry and looked away.

Bonnie settled her eyes on the man before her, wondering if this was the guy she was supposed to be staying with and she hoped so. He seemed respectable and she was starting to like him.

"Where are your things, Ms. Bennett? I don't want to be late. We have a dinner party to attend later. Do you own a dress?"

She shook her head, her eyes glancing over towards her father who hid in the corner. He looked weary and she frowned as she noticed his hand, the bandaged one, wondering which one that did it because she was not going to be living with anyone with bruises.

"Alright then, it's early enough. Bree's still open." He dug in his pockets and pulled out a phone, dialing in a number, waiting a second before placing it to his ear. His dark brown eyes, noticing her suitcases that laid all over the living room, he snapped his fingers and Damon didn't hesitate as he moved to retrieve them. Bonnie stepped back, watching as he picked up her bags, amazed and in awe.

"Ms. Bennett, what size do you wear in clothes?" The man looked at her, waiting for her response. She stood there clueless, not really sure.

"It's seven." She heard her father say.

The man nodded and returned back to the call, turning around and heading out of the living room. Damon following after him with bags in his hand. He heard him yell out something and then she heard more footsteps enter the house.

"Here's the money." Her father held out the envelope and one of the men who entered, snatched it from him, turning to her and calling her over. She walked over, staring at her father, not sure if she could go hug him. She didn't want trouble.

But her father ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek. She did the same, her eyes began to water but she didn't let a tear fall.

"I love you, daddy."

Her father nodded and whispered it back before letting go, pinching the bridge of his nose and sniffling.

Bonnie made way for the men who grabbed her bags and hauled them out of the house. She followed after them, glancing at the three cars that were behind one long black limo.

"Is all of this necessary?" She asked out loud to herself.

"Yes, it is. " She jumped at the voice, turning around to face the person that spoke and found it was the proper man. He reached behind him and closed the door, standing beside her. His phone in his hands. "You will be staying with us and we have to stop by Bree's to pick up your evening wear. I, personally, will not have you in jeans. That's a more Damon thing."

"You do know I'm not sleeping with any one of you. I'm not whoring myself around." She wasn't sure how it happened, but the mention of Damon's name made her mad and all defensive again.

The man chuckled, shaking his head, walking down the steps of the house, walking over towards the big limo. He opened the door and made room so she could enter.

She scanned him, taking in his form, his hair, his face as she walked down the steps, holding her face tight.

"I mean it." She was serious and she knew that he knew that she was.

"Ms. Bennett, we aren't dirty old bastards. We are very respectable men. Plus your father had a choice of anything in the world and he chose you."

Bonnie looked at him with a confused stare, getting into the car, about ready to open her mouth to ask what did he mean, but he closed the door on her face. She closed her mouth shut and settled into her seat, crossing her arms.

She heard someone settle into the front seat of the car and she heard it start. Her heart quickly jumped in her chest and she wondered if she should have run away. Her father knew the risks and was ready to take them for her. He had wanted her to run, but she hadn't. She shook her head, insulting herself. Her eyes looking out the tinted window at the front door to her house, wishing her father would come out with a smile. She wanted to be even more comforted that things were going to be alright and she wasn't going to wake up with a strange man, drunk off his ass, demanding that she spread her legs or he'd kill her father.

She waited for him to step out. As they pulled out of her driveway, she got up and turned around in her seat, hoping to see his face in the window or him peeking outside, but she saw nothing.

/~/

"Caroline!" Klaus called out, leaning against the frame of the door, his eyes peering into the bedroom, the walls painted a dark midnight blue that brought a sense of calm over him. A mattress lay tossed over on its side as the bottom half was tucked away neatly in the corner. He arched a brow, scanning the room, noticing that the closet lay bare, the dressers were opened, empty.

He heard heels come up to stand beside him, but he paid no mind to it, already knowing who it was.

"I'm not done, yet. It'll be done soon and I'll have my calm theme finished." Klaus turned to look at Caroline, his eyes taking her in. Her hair was a bright blonde, curled loosely to frame her face, making her blue eyes shined as she smiled. The deep scar along her face started at the crease of her nose and ran down to the right sight of her neck. Klaus felt himself grow angry at the sight, but quickly waved it away, focusing his attentions on her dress. It was silk and a bit see through and white, curving around her body like a snake and stopping around her thighs. He noticed the scar there and froze, remembering how she got them and he scowled.

"Klaus, stop it. I'm fine. Now, what did you need me for?"

Klaus moved his eyes back, his eyes passing over her breast; he saw her hardening nipples through the top.

"Caroline, why are your breast on display as some sideshow attraction?" He looked into her blue eyes and she looked back at him, rolling her eyes. Her smile still wide and bright, hiding most of the scar along her beautiful face and Klaus actually soften.

"I'm wearing a wrap over it. Bree made it and sent it to me this morning." Caroline twirled around so he could see the back. Klaus's eyes falling right to the scar that laid along the back of her thigh. He shook his head and held his jaw tight and faced her once more, as she turned back to face him. "See and I got it for free. Didn't have to pay or nothing." She continued to smile.

"Fine, but why is the room in shambles? It looks terrible. Even I wouldn't sleep in something like this."

Caroline sighed heavily, leaning into the room to get a better look, her arm brushing past his.

"Klausy, I'm trying to make her feel at home. I know how she'll feel. I don't want to scare her, anymore than you probably might have." Caroline replied with a relaxed sigh. She turned to him and noticed his state of dress. An unbuttoned white dress shirt, black slacks and black dress shoes, but she noticed his jacket wasn't on and frowned. She reached forward, pulling him to a complete straight stand, working on his buttons, shaking her head at him.

"Don't call me Klausy and I'm fine, just stop." He waved her hands away, pushing himself off the doorway, heading for his room, grabbing onto the rail of the stairs and heading up. He groaned when he heard Caroline's heels behind him.

"I'm in help mode, so you let me help you or I'll be a brat tonight. You know I'll do it." Klaus paused on the step, turning half way around, eying Caroline, but all she did was cross her arms and give him that look, he knew the look well. She was serious and she would. He shook his head, turning around to fully face her. She smiled in triumph, stepping up a step to fix his shirt. She began to hum as she heard a loud ringing. Klaus found the ringing annoying till he realized it was his phone and Damon's ringtone. He dug in his pockets, pulling out his phone, touching the screen to unlock it and answer the call, placing it to his ear.

"Klaus, I'll be on my way. We're at Brees. Your new housemate doesn't have a dress, but nice bottoms though. She's a lace kind of girl, lucky dog." He heard Damon chuckle and a loud slamming as if something was being closed.

"Damon, don't test me today. Both you and Caroline will be the death of me, now. What happened? I would reach my brother, but I hope he has her instead of you."

There was silence on the other end which followed a set of Damon barking orders. Caroline stepped back, admiring her work before tapping Klaus on the shoulder, pointing to her watch, letting him know that he had a couple of hours before getting ready. He nodded, his eyes falling on her backside, taking in her curves, ignoring the scar.

"He does. He's in all business form so I'm chilling out. Chill, boss. It's good. I'll be pulling up in twenty minutes. I'll drop her clothes off. Then I'll go home and change. Is there anything you need while I'm out?"

Klaus turned around, heading back up the steps as he heard Damon bark more orders. For once, he was feeling alright with him. Even if he was in that playful mode, he was still all business like which made Klaus feel more comfortable. Not only, everything with the Bennett thing, he had to worry about the dinner party later. His side was meeting with Evan's side to discuss order of businesses and since he lost Bennett's bar, he had to mark that down along with other things that happened over the month.

He lost Bennett's business, gained Bree's. She owned a new boutique in the mall district. Then there was that slight mishap between Alexandria and Caroline about money and Malcolm wanting to take over Klaus's area. Alexandria was drunk when she brought it up, and Klaus personally did not like the fact that Malcolm was even thinking of that.

He shook his head, deciding it was best to bring it up later, making note of that mentally so he wouldn't forget.

"I'll see you in a bit, boss, pulling in the gate now." He heard Damon bark more orders about annoying noises while driving and then Klaus remembered. Damon was the only one to have women drivers. A Rose something and Lexi. He rolled his eyes as he made his way towards his room, grabbing onto the knob to turn it, opening the door, pushing it, stepping inside to look around his darken room, and then closing it shut.

He hung up the phone with Damon, placing his phone on the nearby dresser, feeling sleep build within him, already guessing that before he even stepped in the meeting tonight there would be chaos. He could feel it in his bones.

He crashed on his king sized bed, groaning in frustration, wanting just a day to relax. He knew he needed it, but his little relaxation would end. Someone would bother him and he had a feeling….

"Niklaus?" He stilled, his thoughts washing away like a current as he heard heavy foot falls come up the stairs and go for his room. He turned over, balancing himself on left arm to look back at the entrance to his door to look.

The door opened and revealed a dark shadow before the light click on and Klaus had to strain his eyes to peer out.

"Greta!" He said through clenched teeth. He was annoyed. He wanted peace, for once.

She bowed her head, being fearful. Her brown eyes looking down at her feet. "Mr. Niklaus, Salvatores are here with the guests bags. Damon wanted to come up, but I assured him I should do it, sorry." She continued bow, slowly backing out.

Klaus shook his head, adjusting himself to come to a sit. "It's alright. I'll be out in a minute. Thank you Greta." He smiled faintly, forcing the smile along his face, because he had five seconds of relaxation and wanted just a bit more.

"Yes, Mr. Niklaus. I will wait outside if you need anything." She bowed her head once again, closing the door behind her as she did so.

He laid back into the bed, his hands over his eyes, calming himself down, getting his thoughts in order before sitting up, coming to a quick stand. He breathed in heavily once more before heading for the door.

He turned back to look over his shoulder and sighed before looking back and exiting his room, ready to deal with now and later.

The scars that Caroline carry will be explained. She will still be spunky. She is not Klaus or Elijah's sister. They just treat her like family.

See you soon