"Ok, this is freaking crazy."
Bonnie had showered, dressed, undressed, put on makeup, washed some of it off, reapplied, put her hair up, and then just decided to let it free fall; changing outfits like ten times before being somewhat satisfied with a pale yellow cotton shorts jumper. She had to admit that the tight fitting spaghetti strapped bodice was quite flattering to her chest, and the color, well it had always complimented her skin tone exceptionally well; making it glow. Thank god her tummy, especially her waistline, was still intact.
She checked out the finished product of over two hours' worth of primping and shrugged.
This visit of hers might prove heart breaking, and she most likely would be rejected, but she'd be damned if she looked anything but good in the process. Her cell phone went off, signaling a text message with a gun shot, and the voice of Samuel L. Jackson stating sarcastically, Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
Bonnie rolled her eyes, making a mental note to change the Pulp Fiction setting; checking her iPhone, and when she saw the message was from Caroline, she rolled her eyes again, so hard this time it almost hurt. The bitch had no idea, being such a self-centered air head- just how jealous she actually was of her.
"Always an emergency," she huffed to herself and at the touch screen, imagining the blonde choking on a hairball, "well you can just wait. I'm not jumping this time."
Deep down she really cared about her childhood bestie, but what the hell, when it came down to Elena and especially Barbie (she stuck her tongue out at the phone, tossing it back in her Juicy Couture purse), they made it seem like the entire universe revolved around them, and more than not, they only remembered her when they needed something.
Then there was no small detail of Klaus's interest in the fair haired bombshell. The thought of the way he'd looked at her at the 1920's themed dance, made sparks start to crackle out of her fingers. Now instead of hairballs, Bonnie was envisioning Caroline falling into a patch of vervaine, the sun rapidly rising, and her daylight ring conveniently off…
"Get a grip." Bonnie chastised herself, breathing deep a few times to calm down.
She slipped into her white high heeled sandals, put on her shades, and slung the crushed velvet hot pink bag over a shoulder. It was now or never.
Bonnie strut from her bedroom and out of her house; slamming the door, not looking back once, as she climbed into her Toyota, to seek out the mansion of her enemy, her secret lover, and as of today- her baby daddy.
The radio ironically was nothing but commercials, so she plugged her iPod into its adaptor and cranked it as high as her system would allow.
…Even angels have their wicked schemes, and you take that to new extremes, but you'll always be my hero…Even though you've lost your mind…
"You sing it girl," Bonnie praised to her favorite singer Rihanna, "tell it, live it, preach..."
Her foot pushed the gas pedal to the floor, all previous reservations being replaced with a fierce determination. She channeled her inner Rupaul and laughed; shooting a glance towards the rearview mirror, mimicking a high pitched tone.
"And don't fuck it up!"
Klaus was putting various possessions into big brown boxes, preparing to skip town, but not before he obtained his doppelgänger- of course.
Rebekah was pissed and had stormed out; all because he'd refused to run from the abomination their mother had created to kill them. She would come around in time, although for a split second he'd felt a pang of regret; the hurt in her eyes showing past her mask of tough indifference.
He was caught up in these thoughts when to his surprise, a very high charged, very angry, and completely cute as button witch came barrel assing into his study, looking ever more the part of scorned woman he'd seen in a very long time. His eyebrow cocked and a smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth, but being a gentleman and remembering how exquisite their little tryst had been, Klaus decided not to goad her- well not overly much anyways.
"Come to see me off love," he asked warmly, "how… touching."
Bonnie pursed her mouth into the loveliest of scowls, only losing a fraction of her thunder in response to the sweet tone her hybrid had greeted her with.
That's right- mine.
"We need to talk." Bonnie deadpanned, waltzing over to his desk slowly, while maintaining eye contact; coming to finally sit primly into a receiving chair opposite Klaus.
"Oh?" He replied becoming curious and thinking he already knew what she was about. "So I assume you've heard of Alaric and are here to plead for Elena's life."
Her confusion at his statement was evident in her expression; Bonnie's eyebrows scrunched together. "What the hell are you talking about?"
She was flushed and her cheeks were overly rosy. "I don't give a shit right now what's going on with Elena," Bonnie crossed her arms, adding as an afterthought, "but if you do intend to harm her, we'll discuss it after I tell you what I came here for; because believe me you and I both know hurting my friends isn't in my play book."
He grinned, realizing in that bitter sweet way of "too late", that he would indeed miss her. "I'm all yours then sweetheart, well, for now anyways." Klaus tapped his wrist watch. "On a tight schedule, you understand of course."
He was wearing a deliciously tight black t-shirt and Bonnie couldn't help but scan her eyes over each compartment of his defined abdominals, that is until he coughed politely, making her jump in place at being caught ogling. She blushed.
Her arms dropped down to the arm rests of the plush chair as her nipples started to harden, she could feel them, and it was freaking embarrassing. He was appraising her own chest in turn, to let her know he'd noticed her arousal; running his tongue over his bottom lip to convey appreciation. His voice was husky. "Please tell me you're here for a quickie."
"A quickie…" She said breathlessly.
Bonnie shook her head from its fog, checking herself, while swallowing a lump in throat at his suggestion. "No- that's- that's not what, what, I'm here for." She stammered.
"Pity," Klaus admitted with disappointment, returning to putting stuff away into the box on his desk, "So what is so dire then? You're obviously quite worked up over it- so spill your pretty little heart love."
Bonnie took two large deep breaths and closed her eyes for a minute, gathering up her nerve again. Opening them up suddenly to blurt out her news, in a not so eloquent fashion- opposite the way she had intended.
"I'm knocked up."
Klaus paused mid packing and lost his smile. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and then looked to be choosing his words quite carefully in his head.
"Well, I guess I can understand then, why you're so…irritated…but I'm afraid I'm at a loss. Who is the lucky chap, and why am I on the need to know list?"
Bonnie barely moved, and damned her eyes for betraying her again; they were watering up and about to spill. She trembled slightly and barely whispered.
"It's yours…"
Klaus dropped the wrapped up bundle he was holding and shut his mouth again. His eyes went wide, but only for a moment; narrowing immediately into slits as his countenance became menacing. His entire aura was dark.
"What game is afoot witch?"
Bonnie gulped and shrank back into her seat. "N-na-na- nothing, I'm s-s-serious."
Klaus was about to lose it, she could tell, but he never got the chance.
A gunshot from her phone, right along with good old Sammy Jackson interrupted, saving her from her hybrid's wrath; him thinking she was obviously lying, as it shouldn't be possible for him to reproduce.
Bonnie dug in her purse for her cell, as Klaus bore a stare that could kill instantly into her forehead.
It was another text, only this time it was from Stefan.
She looked up from her phone horrified.
"What- is- it?" Klaus ground out, his teeth clenched.
Bonnie suddenly felt ashamed for ignoring Caroline's text earlier. "It's Alaric, he has Elena and Caroline."
He growled while raising his eyes up towards the ceiling, wondering what other bomb just might explode to screw up his day.
"Bloody fucking hell."
Bonnie nodded in agreement and sighed, crossing her legs, tapping one heel; making her lap bounce in agitation.
"I guess you'd better fill me in so I can help."
Klaus reopened his frosty blue eyes and shook his head vehemently. "Oh, I don't think so." He pointed his index finger at her midsection, leaving no room for argument; the girls that were in distress could wait as far as he was concerned.
"Start explaining."