AN – this was just random. Klaus makes and attempt to kill Bonnie then changes his somewhere before the season finally, sometime after bonnie and Esther and Abby try to kill him. Elijah's in it to. It's just weird...
He didn't have a concrete plan in mind, but he wasn't troubled. Only serial killers premeditate the details. Regular people, like him, just go with the flow.
He'd stuck a piece of beer bottle in her car tyre, which had facilitated the flat she got three miles away from her house. The flat in turn was supposed to facilitate his killing her and making it look like a random act of violence at the hands of some random, violent evildoer three miles away from her house.
All of that hinged on him killing her, though. And she was only two streetlights away from home, now. He should call it off for the night. He should maybe even consider not killing her.
"You look anxious, brother," Elijah whispered from behind him.
Klaus didn't deign to reply. He wasn't anxious. He was hesitant. Rumour had it that good was always destined to triumph over evil, but he'd come to learn a key truth to the game. It didn't matter how good or evil he was, only what type of friends he had. And witches were the best kind of friends a guy like him could wish for. Kill Bonnie Bennett and he'd have a shitload of bad karma to deal with. He did not need any more bad karma, killing his mom had him covered.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Back up."
The very concept of Elijah providing him back up was so preposterous his jaw slackened a bit. "What?"
"In case you get cold feet. Chicken out. I understand that you've failed to kill her on several occasions, so I thought I'd come check up on you. See how you manage… You can do it," and his brother thumped him on the back mockingly.
"Must we kill her?" There ought to be another way. Witches were getting harder and harder to come by. Leave it to the Salvatores and he'd have to start up an import trade. Ain't no two vampires in the world by his esteem who could compare to Damon and Stefan Salvatore when it came to witch killing. Poor, poor Greta. And Gloria. They'd been good ones. Poor Abby.
Well, not really. Abby'd had hers coming as soon as she agreed to help Esther, so that really couldn't have been helped. And she'd been a shitty mother anyway. She had put Mikael in the tomb though, and that should have counted for something.
Give Bonnie a chance though, and she'd make another attempt at his life. The girl was death, plain and simple. Cute, but still death. Death in a tight, white baby tee and a floral print skirt. A get up in honour of Garden Society Day or some equally nonsensical excuse for a holiday. It was cute. The skirt would never function in an actual garden, too long, too white, but the baby tee was nice. Almost sexy. He'd always taken her for an A cup kind of girl, but she'd done well for herself in that department. Funny how he'd only noticed that when he had to kill her, but life...
Elijah, unnaturally, was partaking in the casual wear himself, in a cotton shirt and pants that fit him like…
"Are you wearing my–" but he stopped himself. Elijah would never. Kol would, but Elijah? Never. "Should I feed on her?"
His brother shrugged. "What other way is there?"
"Breaking her neck would be faster."
"But less efficient. You're a growing hybrid; you need the nutrition."
Nothing like snarky condescension on a cool Spring night to put him in a mood for murder. Before she could scream, give him an aneurysm, set him on fire, or fling him through the air like a rag doll, he sank his teeth into her neck.
One arm came up to connect with his face, missed and that was the end of the struggle. He'd expected more, but she went limp in his arms by the time he had his second mouthful. The better way to do it was to grab them from behind, use one hand to position the neck, getting one hand under their breasts to hold them up. He'd attacked her from in front though, panicked a bit when he'd made eye contact, and ended up scooping her up by the ass. Somehow, in all of that hoorah, he'd broken one of her ribs as well, which was odd.
If he'd been thinking, he'd have put out the streetlight before he'd attacked her. Anybody just happening to look out their window could see him their feeding on the witch. Except it might not look too suspicious. She was rather small, so maybe they'd just think he was some dad carrying home his sleeping child. Or some dude with his drunk girlfriend making out on a lamppost because they couldn't wait to get indoors.
He moved to readjust his grip on her, and then she shifted on her own, just sort of rotated herself out of his hands and he dropped her.
Her back hit the pavement hard and he winced for her.
Then she kicked him in the kneecap. Which didn't hurt but pissed him off all the same.
"I can do this the hard way, love," he muttered and before she could get to her feet he was pinning her down with his weight and at her throat again.
He got in all of two mouthfuls before she moaned his name.
Soft like. Pleading like. Like a whimper.
It sounded nice.
"Klaus."
He inhaled, breathing in the scent of cut lawn, the odour of a nearby dead rat and her sweat.
Then he licked her up her throat as much to save her blood from wastage as to taste said sweat.
Then she tried to knee him in the groin, but the effect was all wrong. She might have been trying to hurt him, but a litre of blood down, she didn't have the strength for causing pain.
He was still going to kill her, but while he slowly drained the blood from her body, who could blame him for getting comfortable? He settled himself between her legs, not doing anything too perverted like ripping her underwear off, just raising her skirt a bit…
He suppressed a shudder when one leg went up around his waist, followed by another arousing, "Klaus…"
Cursing the streetlamp and the excessive moonlight, he raised himself off her a little.
Her eyes were open, staring right up at him. Glossed up lips, parted and daring him to kiss her. Cute nose. Beautiful eyelashes. A little asymmetry, but the cute kind…
Was she doing some kind of spell? Hypnotizing him? Bewitching him?
Try to bewitch him, would she? He fisted the collar of her tee and ripped it down the middle. Her skin was too warm, and he paused for a moment as his fingers lingered over the swell of her breasts.
Any decent bad guy would kill this girl. She'd tried to kill him multiple times. He owed her, so despite the top notch seduction whammy she was trying on him, he'd still have to bleed her dry.
Except…
He ripped the bra off her, exposing her breasts to the chilly air… and any passing onlooker…
Bleeding her dry was bleeding her dry. Normally, he'd hit the carotid and drain it, but spontaneity was good. He could bite her anywhere he damn well pleased. And she had excellent breasts that were made to be bitten. All the panting and heaving and heavy breathing… made to be bitten.
Or licked. Since breaking the sun and moon curse, he started getting into licking people. Tasting people's flavours… and creepy as it sounded he wanted to taste Bonnie. Not just her blood, everything, explore every nook and cranny.
His mouth latched onto one of her breast and his tongue twirled around the nipple. She moaned. Undisputedly, she moaned and her back arched up. He sucked harder on the nipple. Her tantalizingly hard, erotically large nipple. He pinched the other one.
"Klaus…"
He'd never get down to killing her if she kept saying his name like that.
A hand fisted in his hair and it was his turn to say her name. "Bonnie…" he managed, despite the eerie eye contact. Disconcertingly beautiful, was how he'd put it.
Her other hand was in his head, guiding him back down to her breasts.
Then everything went dark.
When he came to, he was still on the pavement. On his back, staring up at the stars
With a cold sticky discomfort… "Elijah," he called absently, "I… I think I– I jizzed in my pants."
"Yes you did," came the Original's reply. Only his brother's voice sounded… strange.
Klaus propped himself up on his hands and turned to the voice.
And lo and behold, his brother there about three feet from him, holding the witch in his arms. Hand groping her ass…
"What happened?" he asked first off.
"Aneurysm."
"That powerful? To knock me out?"
Elijah nodded.
"And I thought you were supposed to be backup…" Klaus got to his feet. "She's dead?"
Elijah shook his head. One hand tightening its grip on her bare back. She had a nice back. Very lickable. He could imagine waking up a morning with a back like that pressed up against his chest. He'd have an arm around her… and her legs would be…
"Well, be a good boy and give her here."
"Why? You obviously can't kill her, and I see why now. You technique lacks a definitive killing intent."
The hell? "I can kill her any way I like, brother. She's my witch and–"
His brother took a step back, "After you passed out, she ran to me for help, because she actually trusts me, so I'd say she's more my witch than yours."
The fucking hell? How had this twisted argument started? Klaus shook his head, more sure than anything that he'd suffered brain damage at some point during the night. "Are we still killing her?"
"Yes, we have to."
"So why didn't you kill her?"
"I knocked her out."
Exactly. He made another step to take the witch back and Elijah took another step away. "Brother, don't start getting attached–"
"You ejaculated in your fucking pants, Niklaus!"
Announce it to the world, why don't you? As if he wasn't uncomfortable enough. "So what's your plan? Hand her over and I'll break her neck right here, right now."
"No."
"So we're doing what then, kidnapping her?" Which was not a bad idea at all. "We'll carry her back to the house–"
"With Kol and Finn?"
Klaus sighed. It didn't take much to get Kol on a drive, and putting Bonnie in front of him would be like… He didn't even want to think about it. And Finn, the sad bastard was just waiting for a forlorn damsel to rescue and give his life meaning. The last thing he wanted for Bonnie to become some Byron-wannabe's raison d'etre.
And he'd have to dagger Elijah again. He stretched out his arms for the witch and used his serious face. "Give her here, brother."
"Dibs."
"What?"
"I call dibs."
"The fuck?"
"I'm older than you. I don't give a fuck that you're a hybrid – I'm calling dibs on the witch."
What the fuck? "Me too then, I'm calling dibs."
"You can't call dibs after I already called it; there are rules. And she hates you. I'm not going to–"
"Okay, here's what," Klaus stopped him. "I need to change these pants because I can feel it trickling down my calves and it's disgusting. Then we flip a coin. Winner gets to kill her in whichever prolonged or excessive manner he chooses. Agreed?"
"Not agreed. Do you really want to kill her? She's so… innocent."
Right. He'd felt her hands in his hair, her fingers on his skin… Innocent his ass. Innocent little girls didn't make him come in his pants by saying his name. He sighed, regretting the moment his lips had touched her and at the same time regretting that he hadn't just done away with her underwear and fucked her right there on the sidewalk. That way, he'd have gotten it out of his system. Now he'd have to do it the hard way. In resignation to the night, he pulled out his phone and started dialling the number for a cab. Kidnapping it was then. He'd have to deal with the the Salvatores too… and all the annoying rest of them. Caroline… He exhaled and put the phone to his ear. Innocent. Regular little angel, his ass.
A light flickered on a porch behind them. A man was staring out at the two of them, his eyes wild and bulging out of his head, hand shaking as he gripped the banister. "What are– Bonnie? Bonnie, are you– What the fuck are you doing with my daughter! I'm calling the police!"
Elijah shifted. "You want to handle this?"
Klaus ignored him, hanging up and trying another number. "How 'bout you take a crack at it this time, and I'll be the backup."
AN. Everything about this was uncomfortable for me to write. Everybody feels OOC.