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Chapter III: Foreplays
"You can burn them all, and I will be able to recite them," Hope says with defiance, and she proves the veracity of her words. "My love, will you ever be merciful? Will you ever stop? Will you ever stop hurting me? Sacrifices...Sacrifices, what are they worth if every time it ends in the same tragedy? You're dead, and I'm writing to you because I refuse to accept it. How can I attempt to fix it? You're dead, and the other side disappeared with you. Gone are my hopes to redeem myself, and I came too late. Perhaps, I should have told you the truth amidst the turmoil and took you out of that cursed town..." Hope takes a deep breath, and she intends to continue.
"Enough..." Bonnie's voice comes out as a soft plea, and she is agonizing.
The young woman stares at the photographs. Her heart constricts, and her mind spins. She picks up one where they hold hands, and the voice from her dream resonates in her mind.
I will take you to the French Quarter, and I would not have to pretend that you're a being who I hate. We will hold hands like lovers, and you will beg me for more beignets. Love, please fight him. Please love...please fight for that future. One day they will freely hold hands, and she wants to believe those words. Once upon the time, she never questions the strength of that promise. His promises were ironclad and unbreakable. Bonnie fails to draw deep breaths, and the vessels of her brain rapidly pulsate to the point where she hears their blood flow. The witch holds on her heard with the fear that it might implode.
Hope looks at a distraught Bonnie, and the sight suffices to subdue her anger. Bonnie sits, and her eyes continuously drift to the photographs spread on her table. The Bennett witch hesitantly picks one picture, and her fingers tightly close on the corner until they crimp the image. After a second, she picks another photo, and the one, which she previously held starts to burn. Bonnie repeats her action with a dozen photographs while she hopes that the truth will be incinerated with the burning images.
However, as angry flames swallow her frozen past, the truth starts to weight on her shoulder. Accordingly, she sinks in her couch, and heartbreaking sobs leave her mouth. From the corner of her eyes, she glances at Hope, and Bonnie wants to wipe her tears. She wants to retrieve her words to deny the truth, which her heart can't refute.
"It's okay..." Hope attempts to help, and she places the cup of tea, which Bonnie previously offered to her.
The brewage is lukewarm, but she hopes it will have the same effect on Bonnie. Hope sits by Bonnie's side, and she puts a hand on the witch's lower back. She rubs the Bennett witch's back and reassures her until Bonnie ceases to burn every photo, which she lifts. Hope's presence has a great soothing effect on her nerves, and Bonnie slightly feels grounded. The Bennett witch lifts the cup of tea to her mouth, and she takes a sip. Silence falls on the room, and neither women dare to look at the other. Hope continues to rub Bonnie's back until her sobs become silent tears.
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The silence becomes painful, and Bonnie dares to look at Hope. The Mikaelson girl is the picture of dignity, and the strength, which she emits, helps clear the tension in the air.
"Thank you," Bonnie whispers, and she pushes the cup of tea away from her.
Her eyes continue to linger on the photographs, and her mind wants to deny reality. The throbbing in her skull refuses to disappear. Klaus' voice is omnipresent in the crevices of her mind. The predicament is oppressive to the Bennett witch, and so she holds on Hope's hand. Bonnie draws futile deep breaths, and Hope does the same. They are aware that the exchange between them has barely started.
Hope does not have the subtlety of Bonnie nor does she have the time to exchange courtesy. However, she needs the comfort, which Bonnie's warmth offers. The hand on Bonnie's back ceases to move, and she clings to Bonnie's shirt. Hope profoundly breathes, and she glances at Bonnie. The Bennett witch's previous reaction terrified Hope more than she thought. The anger has vanished, and the anxiety has returned.
"It's okay and I... I'm better." Bonnie attempts to reassure the younger witch, but she lacks the confidence to back her statement.
"There are a thousand letters, and I only read a hundred of those. When he needed to talk to you, dad wrote a letter. As you can see, He needed it a lot. I don't think anyone can speak to you better than he does. You're his best friend, his fiery witch, and the woman, who he loved unconditionally. He must have meant something similar to you, and if he knows how to reach, you must be able to understand the true meaning of his world." Hope's grip on Bonnie's shirt tightens as she speaks.
"You may not want to help, and it won't matter. You may be angry, and he may be the only one with the words to appease you. When it was time to say our goodbye, I felt so angry and lost. However, he had the right words for me, and he may have the one, which you need to feel better. Please read the letters, and let him tell you why Niklaus Mikealson was not the last man, who you could marry nor a monster. If you read the letter, you will know that you loved him as much as he loved you. Please read them." Hope puts the letters, which she piles on Bonnie's laps.
Hope stands, and Bonnie regrets the younger witch's warmth. She stares at the pile of letters on her lap, and Bonnie does not dare to reach for one. When she remembers about Marcel's letter, the tribrid is almost at Bonnie's door.
"Dad learned courage from you. In a thousand year, he took you to instill courage into an invincible being. I'm alive because you thought him what he meant to love unconditionally, and so thank you." Hope places a kiss on Bonnie's cheek. "I think I will want you to know that, and if you can read the letters, I beg you to read this one because he wanted you to have it." Hope pulls out the letter from her back pocket, and a picture follows the envelope.
The photo is her favorite, and Hope intended to keep it. However, she thinks Bonnie presently needs it more than she does. The way Klaus smiles on that picture may help her understand the man, which she forgot how to love.
"Thank you for making my dad happy." She places another kiss on Bonnie's cheek, and she sits the photograph on top of the pile of letters.
Bonnie does not reply, but she picks up the picture. The witch stares at the still image until it blurs, and the dimpled smile of her blurry dreams resurfaces. Looking at her wedding picture, she can't prevent the flow of tears. Klaus' smile has the same effect on her than it had on Hope. Bonnie stares at the picture, and with a trembling hand, she sets the image down.
"Dreams don't lie as ghosts do" Bonnie quotes Philomene and she remembers why she decided to come to New Orleans seven months ago.
The Bennett witch walks to her kitchen, and she pulls the bags of tea, which Philomene gifted to her. The elder witch concoction helped with Bonnie's headaches, and she might need it more than ever tonight. She waits for the water to boil, and the witch continues to stare at the picture. She holds on Klaus' smile for strength, and Hope's words forge Bonnie's courage. She pours her tea in a large cup, and she assures herself of the brewage's potency. Bonnie removes the picture from the pile of letters, and she randomly chooses one.
Mrs. Bonnie Sheila M. Bennett.
I can hear you berating me. I imagine your voice filling the mansion while you shout my flaws and call my action pitiable. Why do I feel this way after allowing my anger to fade? I was always too temperamental for your liking. One day you will burn the world with me in it, and I ultimately may have done it. I burned every bridge to you, and the regrets threaten to swallow me. Yes, I want your heart to bleed while mine ached. I wanted your heart to shatter while mine continues to ashen.
Although, you don't remember loving me nor do you remember your jealousy. However, I remember all so well your passion, your anger, and your fury. Caroline was a mistake and a pitiable response to my resentment for your interest in the young Gilbert. What have I become in a year without you? I envy the Gilbert boy without an ounce of Irony.
Reasonably, I drove myself to madness. Conceivably, I deserve the blame for my current fate. You reeked of the Gilbert boy, and temper was always my cardinal sin. Jealousy is a hill, where I awaited my crucifixion. What is your act of unfaithfulness when I have committed worse? I have always been a vicious lover, and you stood graciously amidst the madness of it all. When I could not have you, jealousy was my way to your heart. To passionate to pretend to be indifferent to my advance. Yours before you agreed to the terms.
The act was desperate and stupid. If I say that I lost my mind without you, does it hold as a justification? If I blame your death for keeping us apart, does that stand as an excuse? I intended to fix my harsh action, but you died. You died for another man, my love. Was it to appease the doppelganger? Is there a way to justify my stupid actions? Yes, I slept with Caroline, and I hoped to hurt you. I expected to infuriate you until fury led you to me. I'm pitiable you will tell me. If it means that you will look at me with the recognition that I'm yours and my scent will cover every inch of your skin, I will welcome your rage and slashing words. However, you reek of the Gilbert boy.
You were never one to listen to excuses, and I'm not willing to thrust you into another tragedy. I could confess and find a witch as competent as you to reverse the spell. However, you will immediately jump into action and try to fight my battles in New Orleans. You don't know how to fight a war without the intent of sacrifice. I can no longer choose between our daughter and you. By the way, it should be a daughter. Deprived of your power and suffering the pain of each supernatural death, you should not only fight for yourself.
New Orleans will be too dangerous, and reversing the Gemini spell will only worsen the situation. The deal with Qetsiyah was a poor one, but I get to see you. I know you believed Damon worked that fit alone, but powerful witches rarely bow to a vampire like him. I needed to pressure and push her to return you to this plane, and the woman is vindictive. I'm sorry for the constant pain, and I try to limit my kills. The deal was poor, but I get to dream about the night when we can be reunited. When the time is propitious, you will meet our child, my love. I have to keep her safe until she is out of the womb. Bonnie, I don't make a habit to beg but don't die on me, please. Don't allow my sacrifice and effort to be for naught.
I understand the insanity of the request when I just confessed my adulteries. I love you in an irrational fashion. My desperation convinced me what previously worked could have a similar outcome. Although, I don't think a forest tryst stands comparison with using a ball invitation to make you jealous nor does it have a similar effect that a confession of eternal love, which I sincerely meant for your ears. I assumed you would be haunting her. You're a going to kill me, and I welcome the punishment. You're going to kill me for desecrating my wedding vows.
When you do so, I want you to remember that there was a desperate need to steer your attention. After all, you only gave me a chance because your jealousy made it hard to control your infatuation with me.
My excuses are worsening my fate. You're going to castrate me. In my drunken stupor, I may not be able to understand how vicious you can be with your punishment. Oh by Odin, you may desiccate me. I had little chance to survive my first confession, and here I prove myself a bigger fool. I'm sorry for having sex with Caroline in retaliation of you having sex with Jeremy Gilbert. It is a pathetic apology, but it is a sincere one.
Your undeserving husband, Niklaus.
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Bonnie stares at the letter with the intent to burn it, and he is right about her jealousy. However, he is also right about her desire to make him pay. Between the headaches and the growing frustration with her so-called husband, the Bennett has read over forty letters. There is no real order, and the fact that Klaus repeatedly mentioned a child scares her. Bonnie Bennett always was a bright mind, and she knows her way around magic. She refuses to believe the world in those letters, and she does so for her mental safety.
Words after words, the truth anchors itself in the shallow space of her mind. The parts, which the curse no longer holds, and details slip out those crevices of her mind. Subconsciously, Bonnie corrects Klaus' statement. She corrects the dates and moments of their history. When he claims that she accepted his dinner invitation after Caroline's fiasco, Bonnie points out the mistake.
After some letters, she wants to dig Klaus' cadaver and kill him herself, but vampires don't have dead bodies. Some other time after the first line, she wants to fall in love with the man, who wrote this letters. Between yearning tears and angry tear, the witch feels exhausted and angry with him. Many letters coupled with Philomene's tea help to jolt her memory, and the one, which she wants to crimp as the most powerful effect.
She stares at the paper drenched in her angry tears, and she hurts as bad as he wanted her to all those years ago. There is no knowledge of the love, which Klaus mentioned. However, there are residual emotions. Much like her lingering dreams, Bonnie has subconscious emotions resurfaces. For a second, her vision blurs, and the headache intensifies. Bonnie clings to the cup in her other hand, and some of the lukewarm liquid hit her clothes. She takes as much she can, and she tries to keep her mind on the thought.
"Pitiable." Bonnie blurs when her phone call goes through.
Beforehand, she never dared to call him. She sent him the short thank you message for his heartfelt apology for her mother, and Bonnie chose to forget all about the Mikaelson.
"Could you be specific, love. Most of my actions range in that specific category." Unfazed by her opening statement, Klaus answers.
The anger in Bonnie's voice does not go unnoticed, and it is the emotion, which he wanted to steer. He fails to hide the grin, which spreads on his lips. His hybrid stares at him strangely, and Klaus asks for his privacy. He warns them about eavesdropping. He may be smiling, but a heart could be out a rib cage soon. Once the room is empty, Klaus focuses on Bonnie's ragged breaths.
"Your charm and your wit will not change the situation." Bonnie chastises him, and he mocks her fury.
Her fury continues to squash any rational thought, which attempts to save her the horror of a confession. Four months since he started to redirect his amorous intention on her, and she never gave him any indication of reciprocation. However, he pressed on the right button last night. Bonnie tried to keep her emotion in check, but Caroline's constant need to detail the night with Klaus pushed her over the edges. Many of restraint lost over an instant of jealousy. Bonnie fails to care about her predicament.
"I sense anger and frustration laced around your voice, witch." The hybrid drawls with a voice filled with satisfaction.
The rich of his accent and the velvet layer, which coats his voice, almost take away the teasing hint of his words. Getting under Bonnie's thick skin is rewarding, and he knows the admission is on the tip of her tongue. Klaus hears her swallow a deep breath, and he starts to fear that she may hang up before he weaponized her passionate nature against her resilience. After many letters, they finally have a verbal conversation with a death threat. Bonnie is a demanding conquest, and Klaus is one to appreciate a challenge.
When she does not set his gift ablaze, she sends them back because they are valuable magical artifacts. Although, Bonnie innocently entertains his advance. When she concludes that he does not notice her smoldering look, he pities her innocence in matters of the heart. Bonnie assumes that he is too entailed in the Petrova's persecution to notice the goosebumps on her skin while he brushes his fingers against her arms. However, Klaus sees the bite on her lower lip, and the way her magic latch on him tells more than she could understand with her inexperience. He knows how to mold the passion, which fuels her anger.
"Why would I be angry over your pathetic antics?" Bonnie retorts with a voice, which lacks confidence.
Once again, she fails to draw a breath, but her fury clogs her burning lungs. Somehow, in the process of being Klaus' center of affection, Bonnie started to believe his claims and platitudes. Now, the witch feels betray. The accusations are on the tip of her tongue, but only her dignity prevents their release. Although, Bonnie cannot take back the anger, which she displays. If she does not express her rage, her magic threatens to combust her house. Klaus crept up in her blindside, and now, she can help how she feels.
"Should I quote your rejection or trust your brain to know the words, which you chose to issue when I kindly asked you to be my date for my mother's ball? If memory serves me right, you viciously burned the dress. From the ashes, no one could recognize the vintage designer piece. Miss Forbes was kind enough to fill your vacancy..." Bonnie interrupts him with a snort.
Klaus can picture her biting her lower lip, and he has learned to find the habit endearing. He is not far with his assumption, and Bonnie displays sign of anxiety. Her breath hitches with each revelation, and she draws her knees against her chest. Klaus' voice slowly starts to soothe her frustration with him.
"I didn't feel like being in the presence of your mother." Bonnie ultimately abandons all pretenses.
Klaus knows how she feels about Esther, and he may be the only one, who understands her resentment. He is the only one who did not turn the situation into an occasion to center Elena in matters, which barely influence the Gilbert girl's life. Bonnie received Klaus' letter, and he genuinely understood his loss. Another one who never truly knew maternal love, and they were more kin due to their respective mommy's issues.
"I believe your rejection had to do with my person." As Bonnie decides to forgo pretense, Klaus follows suit.
Inviting Caroline to the ball was a taunting act. Manifestly, a reminder to Bonnie that she should not take his interest for granted. Klaus does not lack ego, and rejections are wounds, which difficultly heal.
"It was partly your person too but was it a reason to turn your attention to my best friend. How easily replaceable I must be to you?" In Bonnie's statement, there is bitterness.
She feels quite too dull to retain his attention, though she does not want the attention. However, it is a constant and a comfort. Someone cares for her, as she deserves. How unfortunate that it is a psychopathic hybrid. In truth, she may no longer see Klaus under that specific light. All taunting and teasing statement die on Klaus' lips. In his pursuit of the witch's ardor, the hybrid has become attached to her character.
"The results are far beyond my expectations." He says, and he knows which effects his words will have.
"What did you expect to achieve?" Bonnie's frustration returns, and fortunately, she cannot see Klaus' smile on the other side.
Such a smile may warm her heart to his cold demeanor, and she may catch a glimpse of genuine feelings. Although she is angry with herself for the need of reassurance, Bonnie expects Klaus to soothe an ache, which he has nurtured the last weeks. She expects the hybrid's fervency, and the witch craves Klaus' attention. Although she wants the interaction, she tells herself different.
"Jealousy is an unrivaled look on you. Now, you may be inclined to admit your attraction to my person." Klaus answers and Bonnie's heart speeds.
Klaus has Bonnie on a spot where he wanted. Trapped and no longer able to deny what her actions chose to display. Indeed, jealousy is the language of poorly restrained passion and growing devotion.
"You threatened me and my friends." With a lack of counter-arguments, Bonnie prefers to hide behind facts, which are of no incidence to Klaus.
"Foreplay! Miss Forbes understands such subtle difference. Although, my intents with her are terrible. I have never attacked you with malignant intention. When I attacked you, I desired to satisfy my craving. The sensory enchantment, which your scent is while powerful magic courses through your bloodstream..." Klaus stops to allow a sinful growl crawls out of his throat and Bonnie almost let go of her phone.
"I can't explain the wonder that it is to see your hair crackles with layers of magic. The slow darkening of your irises while passion starts to consume your restraint. The sheer layer of sweat, which makes your skin glistens with a soft hue. When one looks at you with wanting eyes, it is quite an experience." Klaus explains while his voice drops to octaves, which almost communicate the sentiment of wanting to Bonnie.
The young witch's breath hitches, and as usual, Klaus draws a twisted satisfaction out of her flustered stutters.
"I..." Bonnie stutters as her breath continue to come out as shallow sighs.
Before Klaus, no one described her magic in such manners, and he knows how to besiege her mind." I..." She tries again to speak, but failure becomes a constant companion.
"Will you finally allow me to take you on a date? Conceivably, I may be able to recreate that perfect sight of you while I put my tongue to better use than taunting words.
Klaus continues to fluster Bonnie with his implications, and she draws a deep breath. The hybrid envisions the soft blush, which must spread under her skin.
"Leave me alone, Klaus." Bonnie blurts out, as she ultimately runs out of excuses to throw at him.
Her tone is not firm, and her words fall like a soft plea for him to pursue with his ministration.
"And deny you the chase, which you yearn from, love." He whispers seductively, and she hangs up before he convinces her that she wants that chase.
When he drags her out of her home a day later, Bonnie understands why he refers to their little encounter as foreplays. Reasonably, he planted the seed in her mind, and her brain focuses on the details. When Klaus forces her to break the bond between the Mikealson's siblings, Bonnie can notice the details, which betrays his attraction for her.
From the way, he hovers over her as she reads the grimoire. He guides her fingers along the grimoire, and his touch has a warmth, which she does not expect from a vampire. Even his most rough handling of her, there is a tenderness, which she can miss. Consequently, Bonnie wants to shut her mind. However, it is hard to ignore his demanding presence, and Klaus will not allow her to do so.
His gaze makes her skin tingles. Every time he touches her, Bonnie's skin requires more of the hybrid's callous hand. Bonnie never pictured so one like Klaus with callous hand, but she knows nothing of his artistic interest. The same hand rubs the curve of her neck because the way his forefinger dances on her carotid pulse, she knows that he would not strangle her. When she stands against her desire and his demand, Klaus presses her between a wall and his hard Bonnie. The only reason why she does not give in and closes the distance of their brushing is the whimper in the next room. Torture, someone who actually experience Klaus' violence.
Moral claims Bonnie's mind and she overlooks the way his eyes demands her gaze. She takes a deep breath and focuses on the spell.
"I just don't know if I'm strong enough." Her words contain a double entendre, which they both refuse to ignore.
Their eyes meet, and it is a battle of will. Is she strong enough to sustain this type of consuming passion? Does she want to experience the violence, which a man like Klaus can unleash upon her? There is a curiosity, and the need to explore this dark path one is corruptive. His smoldering looks may convince her to surround, but what of her moral. What of her friends, who he persecuted? Bonnie wants to retreat, but Klaus won't allow it. His hands rest on her frail shoulder, and yes, shoulders, which are too frail to carry such wrongful desires.
"Then you should have more faith in yourself, Bonnie." He says her name with a seductive reverence, and his nose grazes her neck.
Once again, he furthers the entrancing dance, which they started. Klaus rests his head on the crook of her neck, and his words come out as small breaths, which burn her sensitive flesh. "You're energy helped my mother link us. Honestly, I think someone isn't trying very hard." He finishes and moves enough for Bonnie to miss the contact of his flesh.
Even his potential victim plays in his twisted foreplay and pursuit of her romantic interest. Jeremy comes on screen and it suffices to pressure Bonnie. However, she also takes in the subtle message. She will forgo a match for her because she wants to be charitable to a lesser man. Bonnie quickly unlinked the Mikaelson siblings, and there is an urgency to escape more than the manor. Bonnie must escape Klaus, and the thoughts, which he conjures in her mind.
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Although everything changes when she sees Damon, and she does, what everyone expects of her. Although, Klaus knows better.
"Progress a gift, which you did not burn, love." Klaus nonchalantly throws, and Bonnie does not expect his presence at her door so early.
However, she indeed took his thoughtful gift, and she only called Elena because she was satisfied. Her parting words had the desired impact on Klaus.
"Don't make me regret this," Bonnie says while she walks out of her home.
In the same day, she relinquishes another protective barrier. Her hands frame his faces, and his five o'clock shadow grazes the tip of her fingers.
"Don't make me regret this." Her words die on her lips when she rises on her toes.
Bonnie's nose grazes Klaus' one, and her half-parted lips brush his plump lower lip. Klaus ultimately closes the remaining distance. Klaus' passion for her touch overwhelms Bonnie, and the intrusion of his tongue into her mouth lights a new fire in her shivering body. Their tongues maintain the pace of a sensual tango, and fiery tongue thrusts meet every teasing bite. Their lips twist around each other with a flaming passion. Due to the eagerness of both parties, the tango of their tongues becomes a majestic inflamed rumba.
"Let me in." He pushes her against her door, and his tongue brushes her lips as he speaks.
"Chase me until I gave in," Bonnie replies, and she uses her magic to shove him.
Klaus chuckles, and he watches return behind the protective barrier.
"9 p.m. looks as charming as you always do, love."
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Her new memories force Bonnie to stop reading, but she takes the letter, which Hope wanted her to read. Klaus' first word reminds her of his many others letter, which she read. His love for her is not as hard to conceive, as she wants it to be. Bonnie remembers her desire for him, and she has not forgotten the curiosity, which pushed her to explore what she felt for him.
Unfortunately, she lacks the strong devotion, which she must feel for Klaus.
A growing anger swallows because he withdrew that devotion from her mind and Klaus removed what he meant to Bonnie. How can she manage this conundrum? What does she regret losing? The connection, which he describes and continues to linger under the surface of her skin. The heart, which only beats for him, and how to forgive his betrayal. Tears have long ceased to flow, and Bonnie's tea is cold.
From this point, I know you must feel betrayed, and I know that it must sound unrealistic that I will have to cheat on you to save our child. However, I don't assume there is another way to make a woman believe that she is indeed carrying your seed.
If it is any consolation, watching the twelve witches harm you scarred my soul forever. Holding back Stefan when he attempted to help you, and I could still be a monster, which you hated so much. Compelling Caroline to kill the witches at the perfect time, I have never felt more like a monster, which the world associates with me. I'm sorry, and I know you can feel the emptiness. However, you don't have to worry. I will take your pain, your anger, and any thoughts of me that he uses against you. For what it is worth on a paper sullied with tears, I love you.
Your husband, Niklaus Mikealson.
She reads the last line with a broken heart, and the rage, which she feels, could consume her. Accepting that Hope as her daughter is easy, and she trusts her magic. She is the proof of their love, but she is also a proof of his betrayal. The reasonable side of her advises Bonnie to consider the circumstances, but Klaus says it better in his letters. Circumstances mean nothing to Bonnie Bennett. The witch reads Klaus' letter a dozen time, and the anger consumes her reason. She may not remember loving Klaus, but she feels the betrayal with the strength of a heart, which loved unconditionally. She stares at the other letters, and her mind has a thought on loops.
"Hello, you were expected," Marcel says, and he stands between Bonnie and the door.
His soft smile does nothing to ease Bonnie's anguish. Her eyes are still puffy and red. She continues to hold on the creased letter, and a small tremor shakes her hand. Marcel looks at the witch with concern, and Bonnie continues to stare at the letter in her hand.
"Does she know about...?" Bonnie can't bring herself to say the words.
The news is heavy in her mind, and Bonnie's emotions flicker between fury and desperation. Although, she feels some guilt underneath the emotional mess. Guilt has been her coping mechanism for years, and she needs to survive this past, which she never knew. Conceivably, she made the same mistake that her mother. Saving the world and the doppelganger over raising her child.
However, she did not have to make the same choice as Abby. Klaus chose for her. A bigger part of Bonnie knows not to excuse Klaus' harsh actions. There were many lies and deceits. The Bennett witch does not know where her anger starts nor stops with Klaus. She does not know why she has a weird impression to have butterflies in her stomach while the memory of their first kiss resurfaced. Klaus Mikealson is a big unknown.
"He took his secret with him, and he wanted you to have that letter," Marcel replies as his hand covers Bonnie's trembling one.
"Good, he will tell her himself before I kill him again," Bonnie says, and the letter in her hand ultimately starts to burn before she throws it on the floor.
"don't tell the second part to Hope, and I take it you're willing to help," Marcel says with a smile, which slowly spreads on his beautiful lips.
"Marital issues are hard to discuss when one is dead."