A/N: Hi again! Thanks for the reviews! I think we all needed some sappy Bamon in our lives; there's been a serious drought. I just want to imagine them in their happy home cuddling by the fire :')

BUT no pain, no gain, right? Right? No Bamon this chapter.

This, Bonnie thought, was not going to end well.

Wind slipped in the Lockwood cages through cracks in the stone walls creating the quiet whistle of buried secrets and unknown truths. Her focus shifted to her surroundings; though the room was dimly lit, Bonnie could still make out the claw marks in the rocks.

"What other options do you have?" Klaus queried, as if reading her mind. Or maybe just her face. She had never been much good at lying, or poker.

Klaus, on the other hand, was a sociopathic master at it. Always talking his way out of his death at the cost of whoever wasn't lucky enough to run away. He could never be trusted. No matter who he said he was or what face he wore, the voice that wasn't his spoke nothing but lies.

She glared into the dark brown eyes of Tyler Lockwood. There was a noticeable dullness that spoke levels of the shallowness of Klaus's soul and depravity in his metaphorical heart; even the shadows of his eyes could not hide his deceit.

She had saved Klaus and, more than likely, all of her friends. Klaus had taught her the spell. It wasn't simple. It wasn't easy. But more importantly it didn't hurt; there were no nosebleeds or headaches or fainting spells.

And it had worked.

The rush of magic that somehow flowed into her and rushed out shocked her enough to curl her toes inside her boots. It took everything to keep herself from stumbling out of the storage unit with shaking legs after she transferred Klaus's consciousness to Tyler's body. Luckily, Damon let her leave unquestioned.

Klaus shifted to lean against a wall, his prim-and-proper, Norman Bates nimbleness appearing out of place on Tyler's thicker frame. "Do you remember Greta?"

"Luka's runaway sister? I remember Damon killing her."

He scowled slightly. "A grievance gone without repayment."

"Literally everything else you've done hasn't been enough?" Bonnie folded her arms to hide her balled fists.

Klaus chuckled darkly. Bonnie assumed the debt was settled for the time being. "Greta was something of a supreme in her witchcraft. She learned how to bend magic to her control. She wasn't a slave to the spirits."

Bonnie's lip curled. "No, just to you."

Klaus pushed off of the wall and took a step toward Bonnie. His footstep echoed off the walls of the hidden room. "Greta was with me by choice. One that you'll soon make. You're kindred spirits."

"I doubt that," Bonnie assured.

"You know nothing about her-"

"No, just that was see was some crazy bitch who abandoned her family to help you kill whoever you wanted." Tyler's eyes flashed wide with anger, but didn't deter Bonnie from taking a step forward in defiance. "Either she loved you or she was power hungry; either one made her dangerous and stupid."

Klaus was silent for a moment. His scowl ripened into a devious smile. "I don't deny that she was...bloodthirsty, but I see many of the traits I saw in her, in you."

Bonnie scoffed, brow furrowing. "How can I change that?"

"Innate instinct," Klaus boasted. He took another step to Bonnie. Now there was only two feet between them. "Fury beneath an unassuming beauty. Unimaginable power...with proper guidance."

She shook her head, "There's nothing I want to learn from you."

He took another step. One foot. "Not how to blot an entire city of existence or control the cosmos?"

"Try harder much?"

He leaned in close and whispered, "Not even how to turn a vampire into a human?"

A light in Bonnie's mind turned on. The devil always knew how to grab a person's attention.

Klaus silenced her before she could feign disinterest. "If Elena had wanted to be a vampire so many others would still be alive. Don't deny she doesn't want it. Don't deny that you don't want to give it to her."

Klaus stood straight again and repeated his offer, "The cure for vampirism for Elena and any of your other friends who wish to take it...the might of a billion blazing suns at your leisure, at your disposal...is that not worth the price?"

The muscles in Bonnie's jaw flexed tightly. "You're a good salesman, Klaus, but with you the price always ends over budget. If there is a cure, we'll find it ourselves. I'll make my power my own by myself. I don't need you."

Klaus sighed dramatically. "You're mistaken, Bonnie. I need you."

For a millionth of a second Tyler's body went slack before snapping back straight. His eyes rolled in his head three times and then he was back. Tyler came back. The light of humanity shining in his eyes brightened by the disorienting drop back into consciousness.

"Bonnie? What the-?" Tyler steadied himself with a deep breath. "Is he gone? Did you find a way to fix it?"

Bonnie had been wrong. The cure for vampirism wasn't the reward for following orders- it was Tyler. It wasn't unexpected and yet still stung. "Not yet, but I will soon Tyler. I promise."

Tyler nodded in acceptance but squared his shoulders against the bad news. "How long...do you think?" he asked hesitantly.

"He won't leave your body willingly," Bonnie guessed. But Bonnie knew.

His shoulders sagged almost unnoticeably. "What does he want?" he asked.

"Me," Bonnie answered.

Tyler spasmed again and the light in his eyes vanished. Klaus stepped forward slowly. "I'm not leaving this body unless you agree, and you can't eject me without force which, if you couldn't guess, you do not have. So you see...it's Tyler who needs you."