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Part II
" Yeah…my love… Nik...Klaus. Niklaus Mikaelson." She confirms what they wish they misheard.
For a second, the silence holds the room's occupants hostage. The stress is all times high, and many questions are on the tip of their tongues. Two pairs of eyes corner Bonnie, and her heart race picks up. They want her to retract her statement for different reasons. The situation appals Rudy and Klaus. Klaus looks at Bonnie with wicked pleasure. The fall of a saint is a delightful thing to experience. Hasn't she fallen to the lowest level?
Klaus starts to reestablish the truth, but Bonnie beats him to the punch. She drinks the words from his lips. She forcefully pushes her tongue inside his mouth, and Klaus is a man of sharp reflexes. He finds himself reciprocating her kiss without a second thought.
Rudy looks at Niklaus and Bonnie. The need for a divine intervention grows. Klaus looks at Bonnie, and he recognises his options. He wonders when she will cease the assault of his person. He didn't presume her to be a skilled kisser. She has a solution to his problem, but does Klaus want to be a solution to Bonnie's problem? Life is full of conundrums, but Klaus didn't foresee this development.
" Can you familiarise me with the change in my relationship status in more proper manners, love? ." Klaus indignantly says after he pries his lips away from Bonnie.
He is slightly disoriented because he isn't as appalled as he should be after having his virtues stolen in such manners. He glances at the father and daughter pair. He should be more offended by the situation than he is.
" Shhhh." Bonnie presses her forefinger to Klaus' lip to prevent him from outing her in the most traitorous manners.
" Can you?" Klaus swats Bonnie's hand, and he grabs her finger in a crab's claw. " we know where this hand has been, and I'm rather prone to infection. Let's be mindful here and not spread our germs, sweetheart," Klaus holds Bonnie's hand away from his mouth.
Klaus stares at her fingers with genuine concern for his health and contempt for her half peeled and cracked burgundy nail polish. Bonnie rolls her eyes, and she questions why he didn't have such a livid reaction when her tongue was sharing germs with his tongue. Although, she refrains from mentioning it.
" dove, love, sweetheart. Why did I bother naming you?" Rudy asks with unhidden annoyance.
" Pai?" Bonnie sighs, and she pries her hand from Klaus, who started to conduct a hygiene inspection on her nails.
" I don't like the way that he talks to you. He treats you like a pet." Rudy proceeds to lay his grievance against Niklaus.
Rudy glares at Klaus, who manifests no concerns for the situation. Klaus doesn't try to cover his modesty. A half-naked man by his daughter in a bed is not the most pleasant sight.
" She does purr, claw, and cling on me at appropriate times as you have already witnessed." Klaus non-committedly defends his right to disregard Bonnie's name.
The moment and their predicament suggest the wrong context to Niklaus' statement. However, the truth doesn't concern itself with details as benign as Rudy closeness to a cardiac arrest. Bonnie's mouth falls open, and she doesn't know how to react.
" cabrao( bastard)" Rudy affronted cry snaps his daughter back to reality.
Never in Bonnie's life, she heard her father swear. She looks at a man half shocked, and she turns back to stare at Klaus.
" Please… He didn't mean it like that, Pai." Bonnie rushes to clear the possible misconception.
Rudy is unsure if the content of his stomach as started to return. He looks between Bonnie and Klaus, and he is speechless. He should have been more strict with her education.
"Why?" Bonnie rhetorically demands, and she looks at Klaus with concern.
There must be a psychological problem, which they misdiagnosed at his birth. She must have missed his hidden boozes during her last raid. Bonnie looks around the room for potential hiding spots. He had better have an excuse for that statement.
" Context is important in any defence, dove. My treatment of you is fairly proportional to your behaviour. Your father can't decide to find offences in me treating you like a pet while neglecting that you have animalistic tendencies,," Klaus casually finishes,
Bonnie no longer restrain herself.
She lifts his blanket to look under it for alcohol. He must have the drug hidden somewhere in the room. No one sound of mind can make such a statement as he shares a bed with someone's daughter. Rudy's murderous glance should have stopped Klaus.
"He is sick today, Pai." Bonnie strives to excuse Klaus' behaviours with the first thought to cross her mind
She tells herself the same thing when she feels the impulse to strangle him. Bonnie places her hand on Klaus' forehead, and he must have a reason to be delirious. Rudy rolls his eyes, and Klaus has another fit about her hand touching him after cleaning the content of his stomach earlier this morning.
With every passing second, Bonnie regrets her decision to lie to Rudy. Nothing can be as lethal as her present situation. She will die without the chance to kill him. Klaus has found the most brilliant way to get rid of her. He simply needs to push Rudy to the edge.
" Is he the reason why you left Madeira? This man?" Rudy points at Niklaus, and his eyes tell a long story of contempt and incredulity.
" Pai, not now." Bonnie pleads, and she knows the following line of her father's tirade.
" Is there a better time?" Rudy inquires and he glances at Klaus again.
Bonnie has never seen such perfect balance of concern and contempt in a look. To say Rudy loathes Klaus is an understatement. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, but Bonnie didn't know the saying expanded to hatred for a man. She would be proud of her father if the situation wasn't disadvantageous to her.
" At any moment when he isn't present." Bonnie sincerely answers, and she pleadingly looks at Klaus.
If for a second he could abstain to comment, she will be forever grateful. Her future rests on his silence, and she has the right to despair.
" He is the problem, and so he should be present." Rudy counters and he glares at Klaus.
" I'm the problem?" Klaus indignantly challenges Bonnie.
" You met him today. How can you decide that he is a problem? You don't know him." Bonnie offers a poor defence, and she is tempted to agree with her father.
The context rarely matters, and Klaus Mikaelson is the plague to her existence. He is an unsolvable problem.
" You have changed since you met him. I can tell. I found you in his bed. Since when do you live in such promiscuity" Rudy points at the bed.
Bonnie knows that her father has started mentally to book her return ticket to Madeira.
" Before she can be called promiscuous, we should reach a subsequent level of debauchery. What is an afternoon tumble under the sheets with her carrying fiancé? I dare to hope your missus have the same privilege," Klaus adds his two cents in the growing tension in the room, and he tackles the most sensitive topic in the de Pina household.
" Please… Really ... Just shut up." Bonnie silences Klaus.
Now, Rudy is furious. Bonnie wishes the ground could swallow her. He had to brush up the topic of Abby, and there is no salvation for Klaus.
" Pai, we can talk about this later." She turns to face a frustrated Rudy.
"later?" He demands and he is ready to drag Bonnie out of Klaus' bed.
" Any time more appropriate than right now. He is barely dressed, and he is really sick." Bonnie says, and she regrets her words as soon as they leave her lips.
" who should we blame for his state of undress. I'm aware of what I saw." Rudy helps to bury his daughter, and Klaus should start to read her eulogy.
" Pai… I… Say something, Niklaus." Bonnie abandons all pretence to fixing the situation.
" I think my presence is adding fuel to his fire, love. We will discuss this once he leaves." Klaus chooses to desert Bonnie's side in the most heated moment of the battle " I should be able to determine what I want from you." He whispers in her ear and worsens her situation with his act of intimacy.
Klaus stands and leaves his room with a casualness, which infuriates Bonnie. Although, she is thankful that fortune had it that he was wearing a boxer brief. Rudy wouldn't have survived the sight of a naked Niklaus.
" Pai?" Bonnie pleadingly says, and Rudy closes the door of Niklaus' room.
The silence is heavy, and only Klaus' steps echoing along the corridor disturb it. Rudy looks at his daughter with the dreadful stare of a priest, who heard a confession of the most gruesome murder. He shakes his head, and he sighs after another glance at Bonnie in Klaus' bed. Speechless doesn't describe to his present state. His mind must obliterate the last minutes. Rudy is too quiet, and Bonnie doesn't know what to expect.
Rudy draws a deep breath, and he waits for Bonnie to come with an explanation worth his time. However, the wait should last an eternity. Rudy demands the impossible from his daughter. Niklaus Mikaelson can't be explained with words, and he is hardly palatable to the mind. Frustration and many other variations of anger can explain how he makes her feel.
For Bonnie, Klaus exists in A bubble of mystery, which she adamantly avoids to disturb. Bonnie stares at her father, and she waits for Rudy to come to the conclusion that she has no explanation for what he experienced. The best that Bonnie can offer is a membership to a support group for survivors of interaction with Niklaus Mikaelson, which she presides.
" him of all men." Rudy shouts.
He glances at the door by which Klaus left, and Bonnie does the same. She wonders why he bothered closing the door if it is to shout all their business for the world to hear. It must be to prevent any escape. She is dying in Niklaus Mikaelson's bed.
" You don't know him." Bonnie hardly determines an adequate answer to her father's statement.
She knows Klaus, and her opinion of him is highly similar to Rudy's one. Therefore, her defence of his character is weak.
" and I can tell that he is not right for you, filha. Talking about debauchery and kissing you in presence of your father." Rudy spits the word, and he shakes his head.
" from a quick meeting and without giving him a chance, you can tell that much about him." Bonnie defensively responds, and she doesn't believe one word that she says.
She is the official president of Klaus' hate club, and standing for his right to be treated fairly is swallowing all her good principles coated with poison.
" What is the problem? What don't you like about him?" She asks a question, which she possesses a thousand answers for on the tip of her tongue.
She could write the most brilliant dissertation on what not to like about Niklaus Mikaelson. Her murder confession is a great place to start to find a perfectly written list of the problem with Niklaus. She will have them arranged in alphabetical order.
" Is that a question worth answering ?" Rudy asks half-baffled by her daughter's density in regard to the situation.
Love is blind. Nothing else can explain her attachment to such scum of the earth. Bonnie would say a hungry stomach doesn't have ears, but that would offend her father. She will rather have Rudy believe that she is a fool in love.
" He is white?" Bonnie questions and Rudy rolls his eyes.
" don't insult me. The question was legitimate. Do you think that I walk into any room presuming to find my well-raised daughter kissing a white man or any man? The whiteness jumped out like an obvious descriptor for a white man." Rudy shed lights on his controversial statement.
He will be damned before anyone call him a reverse racist for reacting to context. He is in his right to inquire about the identity of a man, who shares his daughter's bed.
" So, what is the problem?" Bonnie reluctantly asks because she is opening a can of worms.
" He is older than you" Rudy offers after struggling to find a reason.
Nonetheless, he refuses to agree with Bonnie that he doesn't know Klaus enough to form an opinion. Clearly, he already has a strong opinion on the man. He doesn't like him, and nothing can change that fact
" Pai, you don't know how old he is…" Bonnie counters with the hope that Rudy will be reasonable.
" I can see that his face has known the tests of time." Rudy matter of factly replies.
Bonnie no longer knows if she should laugh or cry at how ludicrous this conversation sounds. She has no reason to defend Niklaus Mikaelson, and she should simply confess that she lied about her job. It means a direct flight to Madeira, but it sounds like heaven to return under the wing of an overbearing father.
"He could simply be looking older than he is, and you said it yourself he is white." She counters with inarguable facts.
" he is British," Rudy seriously shares his last complaint against Niklaus.
Bonnie stops for a second, and she doesn't have a counterargument for her father. How does she counter an argument, which her father threw as an act of despair? She blames this entire conversation on the disorientation, which follows the first interaction with Niklaus. Everything feels like the adequate point to use in narrative constructed to vilify him. She remembers the day when she blamed Klaus' behaviours on his blondness. Those were happy times when she hoped for a change. After five months, she knows that Niklaus Mikaelson is a grade A asshole.
" What do you have against British people?" Bonnie laments.
One of Klaus only charms come from being British. His posh accent almost makes the insults, which he constantly direct at her, sound like praise. Although she understands her father needs to prove that Klaus is a horrible man, Bonnie decides to end the argument.
Unfortunately, she underestimates Rudy's reluctance to concede defeat. He knows something is wrong with Niklaus, and his daughter can't convince him of the contrary. He continues on his path of stubbornness.
" Colonization and I don't like their queen." Rudy sternly responds.
" Pai…" Bonnie laughs in derision, " You're Portuguese with a mother of Cape Verdean descent and a Brazilian father. Colonization can't be your argument against him when you're the product of colonization, and no one likes their queen. You don't have a reason to dislike him because you don't know him." She finishes.
" and he has money." Rudy offers his last argument, and Bonnie rolls her eyes.
" Pai, you don't know him." She calmly says because she knows that Rudy has reached his breaking point.
" Is he your Big God?" Rudy asks with sincere concerns.
The angle doesn't matter, and he can't see his beautiful and perfect daughter in a relationship with a mad man. He knows that she is a psychology major, but her dedication to her craft must have some solid limits.
" My big what?" Bonnie asks in confusion, and she wonders where Rudy is going with his previous statement.
" a sugar daddy, is it how you say it in English?" Rudy asks his daughter.
" my sugar daddy…" Bonnie repeats in shock, and she doesn't know what could appropriately follow that statement.
Rudy takes Bonnie's state of shock as a confession, and he already had a poor grip on his emotions. Now, he can't help but pour his wise lecture on Bonnie.
" noa posso. You raised your child the best you can as a single father, and you think you gave her values. This is how she disgraces me. Do you know when your ova left Praia, she had nothing but her pride? Came to Lisboa with nothing, and she never once thought to prostitute herself, but this child…" Rudy starts to speak, and Bonnie is speechless.
How on earth did she end up with such a dramatic father? How did they move from the chaotic beginning of their conversation to these points?
" You came here to study, and I knew it was a lie. You could have gone to Lisboa. Your ova told me it was okay. This is where I find you, in a man house. We are going back to Madeira tonight. I told your ova, and I told her you were too young to leave Madeira." Rudy continues his monologues and reaches the same conclusion, which he always reaches during a conversation with his daughter.
" You're being dramatic." Bonnie exhaustively states.
" I'm being dramatic. This child told me I'm being dramatic. Do I know this Niklaus Mikaelson for you to be in a bed with him? I raised you on my own not to be a garota. Your mai left us behind. I'm being dramatic." Rudy passionately switches his gear, and he settles for guilt tripping Bonnie.
" No, Pai. You don't know him." Bonnie no longer knows what to say, and so she sticks to the fact.
" Why don't you try to know him before jumping to conclusion. Have a conversation with him. Have dinner with us. Give him a chance." Bonnie pleads, and Rudy considers his options.
" a dinner? If I don't like him, you're coming back to Madeira."
Bonnie has toyed with the idea, and she has calculated her chance of success. They are non-existent. There is nothing likeable about Niklaus Mikaelson, and it is a pity. From outside, he has potential. He looks like someone, who you want to like, but it is a trap. He is a pure chaotic evil wrapped in a cute Packaging adorn with dimples to make matter worse. He is like a carnivorous plant. He lures his victims with quiet and unclassical beauty, but he becomes lethal in any form of proximity.
Therefore, the wisest thing is to pack a bag for Madeira. Although, she has the contractual obligation to work for Niklaus. In a desperate time, extreme measures are a blanket of safety. She will rather he fires her than to proceed with this lie.
" You didn't have to be so obnoxious about it…" Bonnie barges in Klaus' boudoir.
He looks at her with disinterest, and he throws a pile of crisped paper at her feet. Bonnie sighs, but she picks it. Professional deformation is not a myth. She no longer can resist the impulse to clean after Klaus. Bonnie starts to put order around the room.
" The way to express your gratitude should be rethought, love." Klaus redirects the conversation toward topics, which matter to him.
He crumbles another paper and throws it in the floor with extreme frustration. Bonnie silently glances at him, and she reserves her opinion on his tantrum for herself.
" Bonnie… Can you once call me by my name and later decide if it kills you?" Bonnie insists on fighting a battle, which she has lost prior to her engagement to the cause.
" Again where is the gratitude." Klaus raises an eyebrow, and he bravely questions Bonnie's manners.
" I'm tired of this fuckery. I'm tired of dealing with an obnoxious man-child. You're the bane of my existence." She furiously pours her heart and her frustration.
She half climbs his desk to poke him with her forefinger. She twists her finger in his Henley while he stares at her finger in horror. She previously picked up paper from the ground, and she obviously wishes to harm him with the number of bacteria in that finger.
Ultimately, Bonnie reaches her breaking point. Klaus is unfazed. His pen comes to an alt, and he puts it to the side. There is no need to pretend, it is not today that he would lay magisterial prose on paper. He might as well profit from the misery and misfortune of Bonnie. Good entertainment comes at a costly price. In this case, his time might as well go to waste.
" Daddy dearest has gotten into your mind, and he must have ruined your adoration for me..." He sarcastically replies, and he looks at Bonnie with a pitying expression.
Poor thing must believe that she has made the statement, but she only stroke his ego. He takes great pride at being the plague of her existence. Should he be offended by praises? He swats her finger and massages the spot on his chest where she repeatedly poked.
" Do you ever stop? Do you ever take a minute to be a decent human being? Is this horrible treatment reserved for me? Why do you hate me?" Bonnie lays her grievance to Klaus, which is more concerned by the way to clean his Henley.
He should throw it, and there nothing else to do after such long contamination. Bonnie looks at Klaus with expectation, and she wants an answer. There must be a reason to explain his hatred for her. Speaking from experience, she has ground for her hatred for him. His birth from one should have never happened. She might send a letter filled with complaints to his mother. Someone has to inform her how defective the production of her conception is.
" Do you expect me to formulate poignant answers to those questions? Has the time come for me to restore your faith in humanity and I with by sharing a deeply rooted sentiment about the reason why I treat you as I treat everyone else? Such a glorious moment…" Klaus dramatically poses mid-sentence, and he searches through his extensive vocabulary for the perfect word, " I'm an arsehole, but you might have come to that obvious conclusion ." Klaus casually says, and he picks up his pen.
Such amount of emotional abandon can't entertain him. She should find some else to bother with her tears and turmoil.
" You're a piece of shit. You're an asshole… You're…" Bonnie says with as much venom as she can muster.
Frustrated by Klaus' lack of interest in her outburst, Bonnie stops and glares at Klaus. Can he have the decency to respect her anger with reciprocation? Can the proud smirk sitting on his lips disappear? One day her fantasies will become true, and Niklaus Mikaelson will drop dead.
" brilliant, she takes note of the obvious." Klaus joyfully says, and he claps for overstatement.
" You're…" Bonnie doesn't know what to say.
She doesn't have the proper English word to translate what she thinks of Niklaus, which adds to her frustration. Everything, which she could say in English wouldn't express it as well as a single word in Portuguese. She could recite a pamphlet with a revolutionary undertone, and Bonnie will still feel as if it can't express her rage.
" You're stalling, sweetheart. If you require some help in the name calling, you're misdirecting your anger." Klaus adds oil to the fire.
" Vai de fudder teu mai." The passion, which accompanies each word render the meaning of the curse accessory.
Now, she has his attention. Although, he doesn't find offence to her insult. It is the variation of the usual, and Klaus starts to believe that Bonnie has deep-rooted maternal issues. Her predilection to insult him in relation with his mother is alarming.
" That last bit had the desired effect. It almost got a tear out of me, but I'm past the oedipal stage of my life ." Klaus retorts, and Bonnie gives up.
" Now, you can convince professor Mikaelson to fire me. I can't quit without losing my indemnities." She suggests, and Klaus genuinely laughs.
" Your faith is my generous nature is overwhelming… What do I stand to gain? " Klaus dismisses her suggestion, and he has her at his mercy why would he do something so stupid" sit, love." He taps on the corner of his desk.
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Bonnie reluctantly obeys, and Klaus opens his drawer to look for one of his remaining bottle of scotch. Bonnie rarely enters his boudoir, which makes it the safest place to hide his liquor.
" where is my bottle of scotch? I will let you know that it is a 35 five years old, and throwing it away is a true crime." Klaus complains when he can't find the bottle in any of the drawers.
Bonnie's expression of frustration morph into one of a quiet victory. Klaus sighs and wonders why he bothers giving Bonnie chances to better herself and redeem her actions.
" When you have your next emotional episode, don't boldly question why I hate you. You take the little joy out of my life." Klaus begrudgingly says.
" I should let you die of liver failure." Bonnie counters with a sweet smile.
" and have your little white wings clipped from your back." Klaus sceptically asks, and Bonnie frowns at all the virtues that he bestows upon her character "For your personal information, only poor people die of such trivial condition. A liver hardly cost as much as you think..." Klaus arrogantly points out.
" Sorry…" Bonnie apologizes for her last comment.
Klaus wonders how badly her priorities are centred. From everything, which she said, she chooses to apologize for the less offensive comment.
" after everything you said, I doubt your apology over wishing my demise will change much to the situation. Stand in your truths, love" He replies.
" If I say it in your face, am I getting fired?" Bonnie hopefully asks.
Being fired will solve her problems. She could be able to convince her father that she had seen the light about Klaus. Her indemnities are as good as three months of salary. It is convenient for every party involved.
" I don't pay your salary." Klaus triumphantly responds, and he has been waiting for the time when he could make her regret issuing that statement.
" but you wanted to fire me." Bonnie laments, and she doesn't understand Klaus' change of heart.
" Now, I want something else. Such is human nature." Klaus says, and Bonnie doesn't like his mischievous look.
" So what do you want?" She worriedly inquires
When Klaus coerced her participation to his scheme, Bonnie expected a range of extravagant ideas. Nothing good could come out of playing Klaus Mikaelson's fiancé. Therefore, Bonnie worked out a collection of apocalyptic scenarios. There was the simple one where the farce failed at the first attempt and their family discovered the truth. That scenario was the most plausible. He would probably treat her like the maid and out them.
The uttermost catastrophic scenario was the one where she started to believe her lies and fell in love with Klaus. Bonnie had a vivid imagination, but it had shown limitation when it came to establishing anything that may lead to that outcome. She was safe from any infatuation with Klaus. She never showed any signs of interest to masochism or the Baphomet cult, and falling in love with Klaus ranges between that spectrum of love for pain and devil worshipping.
After two long days spent worrying about the outcome, Bonnie forgot her agreement to Klaus proposition. Supposedly, the moment of folly, which preceded the offer, dissipated, and Klaus should reasonably fire her. Therefore, Bonnie patiently awaited her termination of services.
Klaus must have retrieved his version of common sense, and he finally sees the benefit of firing her over forcing her to play his enamoured fiancé. Unfortunately, on the third day, all of Bonnie's hopes died with the beginning of an endless nightmare. Niklaus Mikaelson started the take over of her life in the most gruesome way.
" I didn't expect this when I agreed to help." Bonnie laments while an equally annoyed Klaus drags her by the arm.
Bonnie worries about her shoulder, and Klaus drags her from street to street like he would drag a filthy toddler refusing to take a bath. He holds her arm with his infamous crab's claw and pulls to the point where Bonnie has to worry about dislocation. Although, she might have ground to sue him for occupational hazard.
He doesn't want to be in her presence as much as she doesn't want to be in his. The last two days were peaceful until a call from Rebekah thrust Klaus into waves anguish. What he expected to be Esther's annual effort to invade and control his life is turning out to be a unique event where the entire family is trying to assess the state of his life. Now, he has standard to uplift.
" I might greatly offend you with the truth…" Klaus warns Bonnie.
She rolls her eyes and silences her need to point out that his entire existence is an offence to hers. She urges Klaus to go on with his abrasive statement.
" Aside from a pretty visage, you're rather plain." Klaus continues after a long glance at Bonnie "There is the exoticism of the curls, the hazel or green eyes, and the Portuguese thing. However, the exoticism only upgrades you to the level of a plaything. A naughty maid for when the lady of the house isn't there. However, I need a fiancé, and I've no use for a maid." He finishes explaining his prerogative.
Bonnie blinks for a second, and she tries to find anything to respond to his stern analyze of her assets. She comes up empty-handed.
" the creativity of your insult could be used in writing your book," Bonnie says with as much malice as she can.
Klaus continues to drag her to what she supposes is the entrance of hell. Bonnie is being a bit dramatic, but she can foresee nothing else from Klaus. She looks around, and the roads are smaller. She hasn't been to London before, but she expects the street to have more brilliance. There is a dull greyness around everything.
All she sees are shallow streets and dusty buildings, which have known the glory of the industrial revolution and the scandalous horror of white chapel's murders. Their steps echo on old pavements, which the carriage have abused before and the car continues to crack the grey stone. Bonnie curiously follows Klaus.
" I have no trouble being creative…" Klaus corrects Bonnie's misconception, and he frees her arm.
" Really? I have picked enough white pages to give an informed opinion." She sceptically counters.
She follows Klaus up shallow climbing roads, and for a second it feels like a stroll in Lisbon. Never ending slopes and buildings with a rich story at every corner. Strange time to feel homesick and she suddenly misses the dry salt in the air. Bonnie slows her step to take the place in. She has no idea why Klaus took her in one of the few streets of London, which is magically preserved in Victorian England. Klaus stops in front of a building with greying walls, and Bonnie runs to catch up with him.
" informed opinion or not, I could care less to disprove you ." he sounds peeved by Bonnie's comment.
Bonnie refrains from quoting Shakespeare. Klaus knocks at the door of the old building, which looks like the building in a history book that survived the German bombing assault. The walls are too old to allow modernity to reshape the landscape around it. Bonnie stares at the entire street in awe.
" sensible topics." She whispers as the door open on an old man.
The moment shifts and she stares in shock. Bonnie glances at the man and Klaus. The way that Klaus' usual detachment and abrasiveness give away for warmth and charm to surface is fascinating. The dimples dig deep into his cheeks, and Bonnie stares too hard.
" little Nikki…" The man grabs Klaus hand and shakes it with vigour. " children have ceased sucking on their mother nipples since I have seen you last."
A deep rumble, which is the purest definition of a joyous laugh, arises from his pot belly. He taps on Klaus' back and drags him inside. Klaus grabs Bonnie's hand and pulls her in with him.
" Demise…Denise… look who is here" The man shouts.
" Octave what is it?" Denise replies from the other room as her step start to echo in the room.
Bonnie looks around in shock that anyone could be happy to receive an impromptu visit of Klaus. She glances at Klaus, and he is different. Softer around the edges if she risks a comment. The redness has found its way on Klaus' cheeks. A glimmer shines in his eyes. Gone is the familiar dull blue, which she has come to dread. Humility returns a boyish charm to his face. Little Nikki is quite a looker and more approachable that old saint Klaus.
" what a surprise! Isn't it the most charming young man." Denise joyfully exclaims, and she quickly places two kisses along Klaus' cheeks, "Little Nikki, London is dull without you." She pulls on Klaus' cheek as she would do with the cutest five years old cherub.
" always one to flatter me, Denise." He replies with a quiet voice.
Klaus' blush takes a soft pink shade. His laugh fills the room. Bonnie stares at him with curiosity and fascination adding a glimmer to her eyes. Who is this man? Where is her asshole of a boss gone?
"Oh is she?" Denise's excitement disturbs Bonnie's intensive staring of Klaus.
" yes, she is," Klaus replies with a joy, which doesn't fit right to words when they refer to Bonnie.
Bonnie finds her shoulder sinking under the weight of Klaus' arm. She doesn't know to react, and he drags her body to his flank. Her face collides with his clothes. The wool of his coats invades her mouth. His scent soothes all the previous ache. She still wonders what is going on.
" Love, meet Monsieur Mouret and his wife Denise" Klaus thrusts Bonnie forward.
" Bonnie…" She corrects and presents herself to the smiling old couple.
" pretty little thing. I hear an accent." Octave says as he takes Bonnie's hand and kisses it with naturalism.
Bonnie hears an accent too, and it is reassuring. She hates that statement. I hear an accent, but here it feels like kinship. His accent is lighter and almost disappearing. If she has to guess, Bonnie would say French. Although, he must have lived many years in London.
"I'm Portuguese." She proudly responds and smiles.
" Azores? Please " Denise inquires, and her accent is heavier than the one of her husband.
She extends her hand to offer seats to her guest. Bonnie finally notices her surrounding. The place is quite spacious with a subtle touch of luxury. The sofas are made of silk. The walls are a monochrome soft crème. Bonnie wonders what they are doing here.
"Only islanders have that very singing accent. The beauty of it makes those dull English word better." Octave adds his two cents to his wife's question.
He enters the room with a bottle of wine, and he is unscrewing the top. He places glasses in front of Bonnie and Klaus, but Bonnie quickly returns Klaus' glass and asks for tea instead. Klaus pretends to laugh good-heartedly, but his arm around Bonnie squeezes her neck.
" Madeira." Bonnie corrects, and she tries to escape Klaus' death grip.
" London weather must be very dull to you. Madeira is a small paradise." Denise says as she returns in the room with Klaus' teacup.
He reluctantly takes it, and he glares at Bonnie every time he takes a sip. To annoy him, Bonnie makes a fuss about the bouquet of the wine. In truth, she can't tell the difference between a dry wine or one, which was allowed to breathe. She is much of an organic tea expert and my body is a temple type of individual. However, as long as it annoys Klaus, she will drink this wine with gusto.
" I haven't been to London until today," Bonnie replies.
" Is Klaus hiding you away from his usual circle?" Denise good-heartedly teases, and the entire room laughs.
Bonnie pretends to laugh. As a fiancé, she must know why mentioning his usual circle might be funny. Klaus approves and he pats her head. She is going to kill him, and she warns him with a quick glare.
" Quite the opposite, she is on the way of my addiction." Klaus raises his cup of tea to prove a point.
" then she is a clever one."
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" go on, try this" Klaus lays dozen of clothes in Bonnie's arms.
Turns out the Mouret are a couple, which is known for their fashion forwardness. Their little luxurious apartment is where London snobs and elite rushes to find the unique piece of clothing to determine one's status. For Bonnie, she is in hell, but she has the wine to keep her invigorated.
Hangers and hangers of vintage clothing later, nothing satisfies Klaus. She has no idea what he means when he demands that she looks the part of a woman who can't woo him. With this hobo and I don't care about lifestyle, he has no ground to stand on while he trashes her wardrobe.
So far he has forced her in a dressing room and shoved endless dress in her arms. In rebellion, Bonnie has decided to hide in the room and drink her wine. She is in her third glasses, and the warmth is cocooning her body. She likes the wealthy way of shopping. She can just lay there on an expensive silk bench dating from the glorious day of French Versailles while Klaus impatiently waits.
" What could be taking such an eternity. I have underestimated the size of your bottom." Klaus barges in the dressing room.
" oh my god… get out…get out." Bonnie wraps her hand around her bra, and she drags her knee up to hide her panty.
With the same disregard he has for his nudity, Klaus sternly glances at Bonnie.
" surely with the number time when you have feasted on my body, the time for reciprocation is long overdue." Klaus ignores Bonnie's panic and seat by her feet on the bench, " here, Denise thinks the 1990's Gaultier collection will be more suited than the Versace. Something about you having a bohemian soul." He places the ensemble in Bonnie's hand.
" You aren't going to leave, and so I can try this on?" Bonnie hopefully asks.
As an answer, Klaus spreads his body on the bench, which Bonnie abandoned. He really has no notions of personal space or privacy. Exhibitionism is the natural order of things to him. Bonnie sighs, and she drains what remains of the wine. God bless the liquid courage. She shakes herself to get read of the tingles.
" close your eyes…" She demands.
Klaus courteously obeys. There is a slight awkwardness, and Klaus hums tunes unknown to Bonnie. She goes through the pile of clothes and tries to find something who speaks volumes about her.
The silence stretches, and the wine warms her body. She doesn't like silence, and she doesn't like the tunes, which Klaus is humming.
" I didn't mean to offend you." Bonnie blurts out of the blue.
She slides into a dress, which is surprisingly comfortable. The bustier has a lower cut that she will ever dare to wear, but she can't bring herself to let it go. She loves the red silk although it is more daring than anything she will ever choose for herself. Perhaps. It is why Denise was so adamant on giving her the bottle of wine. She finds the courage to try it.
" we have a case of guilty conscience." Klaus teases, and he has no idea why she is apologizing.
" Are you always so defensive?" Bonnie exhaustively states.
She is apologizing for a comment, which she made two hours ago about his writing ability. He should gracefully accept it, and he should be nice to her like he is nice to the Mouret. The alcohol surely doesn't only help with making bold and vanguard clothing choice.
" When I'm insulted, it is only normal that I act defensively." Klaus casually replies.
He keeps his eyes closed, but he can't hear her moving around him. The sounds of her body grazing silk fill the room. Klaus takes a deep breath and lets his imagination run.
" That is ironic." Bonnie chuckles.
" pointing a fact isn't an insult." Klaus defends his right to insult her.
" Are fact established by your sensibility? I'm done." Bonnie inquires.
She taps on Klaus' shoulder to get his attention. Klaus opens his eyes, and layers of curl assault him. Bonnie's face is above his. She curiously stares at him, and so he stares back. The moment has a heavy maladroitness to it. Her hair tangles around Klaus' wrist when he tries to move them away and his watch is completely lost in her hair.
He has to manoeuvre delicately, and he has never been tender with Bonnie. However, he loves his vintage Hublot watch, and so he can pull on her hair without losing it. He twists and turns his arm. His fingers delicately pick strands after strand. Bonnie isn't used to a gentle Klaus. He is the picture of concentration.
She thought only a smile brought those dimple out, but any movement of his cheek does the trick. Under this angle and with her alcohol influenced vision, Klaus isn't the beautiful demon that she thought. He is a man delicately running his finger through her hair, and he has the deepest dimple on earth. She curiously pushes her forefinger inside a dimple, and she needed to confirm her theory.
" Someone is getting handsy." Klaus tilts his head to escape Bonnie's curious finger.
" Sorry… Also sorry for making fun of your absence of creativity." Bonnie solemnly says, and she clasps her hands together to avoid pocking his dimple again.
Klaus untangles the last strand of her around his wrist. Bonnie abruptly moves, and she turns. She quietly asks Klaus to zip her dress. He can really explain why his hand falters or why his palms are moist. Klaus has felt beautiful skin under his finger before, but Bonnie's skin feels different.
He hardly touches his fingertips occasionally graze it as he slowly drags the zipper of the dress up. It must be the way she peers at him, which has Klaus disoriented. It has nothing to do with the tingles under his finger every time he accidentally touches her. He can't control static energy.
Bonnie walks away from Klaus before he can see what she looks in the dress. She pulls her hair out of the way in a messy bun, which hardly holds a curl.
" about your creativity…" She doesn't finish her sentence because she struggles to slip her feet in the heels, which Klaus picked.
" I assure you my creativity isn't the problem…lo…" Klaus starts to speak, but she appears in front of him "Bonnie."
At this moment, he doesn't know what to say but returns to her the name, which suits her so well. She looks regal, and he has a Pygmalion's moment. Her body marries the dress perfectly. The silk gold of the corset blemish compares to the hue of her skin. The red of the draped silk skirt contrast beautiful with her thighs.
Although, everything holds a pale comparison to the baseness of her face. Her eyes are suddenly too vibrant. Those curls hang loosely in a bun, but the rebellious one that escapes beautifully frame her face. The maid is gone and has left with Klaus' ability to speak.
"You look less like the maid and more like my fiancé, Bonnie," Klaus says with a hint of malice to reassure himself.
God forbid, he finds Bonnie Bennett breathtaking. The she-devil can't render him speechless. It is a fluke due to prolonged proximity.
" Bonnie…" She corrects Klaus out of habit.
" I gathered Bonnie is your name, love. Did I mispronounced it?" Klaus slowly retrieves his nonchalance.
" Sorry, I was expecting you to call me anything but love or sweetheart. You pronounced it perfectly" Bonnie responds.
He didn't pronounce her name beyond perfectly. Klaus pronounced it beautifully. After the way he says it, the eternal battle to have him call her by her name was worth it. She smiles at him, and it is the first genuine smile that she ever offers to him. Now, he understands why she has enrolled so many in her quest to get rid of his collection of scotch.
" if you have no faith in me calling you by your name, why do you make a point of reminding me." Klaus inquires to distract himself from his current baffling thoughts.
" principle and pride," Bonnie replies and she sits down.
" Principle and pride," Klaus repeats.
" I wouldn't let you strip me of my identity because you're fighting a childish war with me." She chastises him with a glare, and she lays on the bench with him.
There is no space, and he slowly comes to the conclusion that Bonnie and wine are a poor match. She has no resistance to alcohol.
" I'm not fighting a war with you. I merely don't tolerate your presence and invasiveness." Klaus corrects her belief.
" Invasiveness?" Bonnie indignantly asks.
" I think there is no way to call the disturbance of a very peaceful life." Klaus casually replies.
He puts distance between them taking the risk from falling for a bench, but it is safer than taking the risk of falling for her.
" I stop you from drinking your liver to death and potential overdose from what I have heard. I clean after you, I feed you. I rush through the street of a dumb town at night to find your stupid Belgian chocolate. That doesn't sound like disturbing your peace." Bonnie laments
" maybe invasiveness is not the most fitting term." Klaus agrees.
" does that mean you will stop treating me like an invader because You're quite mean." She hopefully asks, and how can he say no to her naïve request.
" I think for the following days, I have no choice but to pretend that I adore you." Klaus compromises.
" I ask nothing more than a temporary armistice, little Nikki," Bonnie says, and she kisses Klaus' cheek has a peace offering.
When Bonnie stands to change into another dress, stranger timing couldn't have been to remember lines by Ovid Pygmalion gazed, inflamed with love and admiration for the form, in semblance of a woman, he had carved.
" You're permitting yourself liberties, love. Only people I hold in high regards call me by anything but full name. It is Niklaus to you" Klaus corrects Bonnie.
" not when I'm your beloved fiancé. You love and respect me ." She laughs with derision.
There is no reality where Klaus Mikaelson loves and respect her.
