A/N: First, let me say you guys are awesome! Thank you for the follows/favorites/reviews for M.M. I am sooooooo nervous about this chapter (more than chapter 3) but I absolutely adored how this came out and I hope you all feel the same way. This chapter is a bit long but I didn't have the heart to cut anything out. Decided to make all my titles into the titles of songs. So, I Won't Do What You Tell Me is the theme to Stone Cold Steve Austin entry music (You know with the broken glass in the beginning?), Pt. 1 What a World by Common, Pt. 2 Sinnerman (Felix Da Housecat's Heavenly House Mix) by Nina Simone ft Felix Da Housecat, and Pt. 3 Come With Me Now by Kongos. Special thanks to bluemagicrose for her advice and help with a scene in this chapter. Dude, you gave me a spark and I just ran with it and torch the whole house. So thank you again :)

A few quick things: I have noticed that a few of you (if not all) are wondering about two things. 1) What the flip is with you with all this Stefonnie, Chele? I admit I was selfish and had Stefan with Bonnie mostly but there was a reason and it had nothing to do with my love for Stefonnie . . . okay maybe thirty-five percent, but the rest was going according to the story which you will find out (partly) next chapter. I mean I did break it up in chapter two were Kol, Elijah, AND Stefan was interacting with Bonnie. But I get it, Stefan had most of Bon Bon's attention. Do not worry, Stefan is not going to be with Bonnie in the present for a while. He'll be around, just not with Bonnie. There is a order I am going by with the memories and interactions with Bon Bon in the present. Stefan just happens be the first one I chose ;) So from this point forward you will see Bonnie being close with the other brothers and other people she loves dearly. And then 2) WHERE THE FLIP IS KLAUS IN THE PRESENT? All I can say is all will be revealed on where he was soon. But to make up for lost Klausy Klaus time, this whole chapter is straight up and down Klonnie Central past and present :) Disclaimer: Belongs to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and the CW Network.

Chapter 4: I Won't Do What You Tell Me Pt. 3 (Come With Me Now)

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Bonnie entered through the door leaving Marcel behind. Soon as the door closed, Bonnie leaned against it taking a deep breath. She felt rattled and strung. Whatever was going on out there between the vampires was making her uneasy, especially with the humans in their way. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, human and vampires alike.

After taking another much-needed breath, Bonnie headed towards the back office where the two witches would be waiting for her. Before she stepped inside the office, she could feel Davina's magic wounding tightly inside her. This alarmed Bonnie. It was fine if it was only Davina's magic but she had the power of three harvest girls. Containing that much magic inside one body so forcefully was not good.

She knew the young witch was nervous and worried. It made Bonnie sad that someone so young had this much weight on her shoulders. Bonnie inwardly rolled her eyes. She wasn't that much older than Davina. She was eighteen, a freshman in college. She often forgets some times. However, this was not the time to reflect on herself. Her attention had to be focus on Davina and she needed to calm her down.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked breaking the young witch out of her thoughts.

"I should be out there with Marcel. Those old ones," She shook her head not able to speak on the horrible things she heard about them. "I don't want him to get hurt."

"I know." Bonnie took a step forward standing in front of Davina. "I know you're worried about Marcel but nothing is going to happen to him. I made sure of it."

Davina scrunched up her face not believing her. "How?"

"Don't worry about the how." Bonnie said firmly. "Just know that nothing is going to happen to anyone while I'm here." She leaned herself heavily on the wall crossing her legs at the ankles. "Besides, Marcel can take care of himself."

Davina shook her head. "You don't understand. The old ones are dangerous."

"I am well aware of the Originals and the Ripper. My cousin, Lucy –" She turned to the other Bennett woman sitting on the desk. Lucy smiled politely and gave Davina a small. "– Has already warned me about them but I am not moved. If they step one hair out of line, they will have me to deal with. That includes Marcel and his camp."

Davina shook her head again. "You don't understand."

Bonnie closed her eyes and silently began counting to ten. She was beginning to lose her patience and become slightly flustered. Tonight was a sucky night for her with all this supernatural drama along with the witches going bonkers. They knew about Bonnie talking with Marcel and none was too happy about it. When she moved to New Orleans, the only thing Bonnie wanted to feel stress about was research papers due, mid-terms and final exams, not witches and vampires in her face. Where was the Winchesters when you needed them?

Maybe agreeing to teach Davina was a mistake. Bonnie winced from the pressure in her head surfaced. Her mind was buzzing with little voices in her head trying to direct the witch on what to do. However, one voice was slightly louder than the others were.

She only needs guidance.

Bonnie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through her nose. When she opened her eyes, Davina was no longer looking outside the window but at her. "Listen Davina, I know it's hard to keep your mind off of what is happening out there, but what's happening out there is vampire business that you should not be a part of."

Davina's worry began to churn into annoyance. "I am a part of it."

"No, you're not." Bonnie stepped away from wall to fully stand in front of her. "You can't help Marcel, Davina. Not with this."

Not able to contain her anger, a gush of magic pulsed inside the Claire witch. Feeling such power rattled both Bennett witches bones. "I can!" she hollered.

"Seems like Davina doesn't like to be told what she can and cannot do." Lucy said to Bonnie. "Sounds like anybody you know, Cuz?"

Bonnie didn't have a chance to answer because Davina was already speaking. "I have been helping Marcel for these past months. You know nothing what I can do. I can help him defeat the old ones."

Bonnie gave her a weak smile. She loved Davina spirit but she was getting way over her head. "No you can't, Davina. You can't help him, especially not now. Not in your current state."

"I can take down any vampire and any witch." She said almost in threatening manner. Lucy caught the tone and was about to knock her down a peg but she caught Bonnie's shaking her head no. Lucy huffed and gave a pointed look at Bonnie to take care of the mouthy witch before she did. Davina was unaware of the exchange. She was too busy trying to prove her point. "I have more than enough magic to do it."

"And I am not refuting that. You do have a lot of power, but you have to remember majority of it doesn't belong to you." Bonnie said with a bit of an edge to her voice. The statement caused Davina to back pedal a bit. "You are young with an enormous amount of magic that was never meant for you to contain. You were a sacrifice along with the other harvest girls. The magic from you along with the other harvest girls would have gone to the earth to please the ancestors." Lucy snorted. "The four harvest girls would have been revived and the magic would have been replenished to all witches. Since you didn't die and holding plethora of magic that doesn't belong to you, you are suffering side effects because of it. You are taking this whole thing a bit too lightly, Davina."

"I've been fine on my own." Davina spoke sassily.

"Evidently not since Marcel asked me to help you." Bonnie sassed back. Davina scoffed then moved back to the window staring out into the night. Bonnie rubbed her temples feeling through with everything. She was a milla-second away from throwing in the towel, but that damn voice in her head . . .

"I know that you are nervous and worried about Marcel being out there. He took care of you and kept you safe. You are loyal to him. I am not here to tell you to stay away from him. I am not telling you not to help him. That is your choice." Davina nodded her head. "But I am here to advise you. You have so much power and I am sure you can take care of yourself, but unfortunately you have come to a point where you can't control the harvest magic."

Davina stares down at herself feeling embarrassed and weak. Bonnie saw it and felt bad for the young girl. "Marcel tells me you have been getting short tempered and getting a lot of headaches lately." Davina continued staring down at her feet unable to look at Bonnie in the eyes. "He told me you can't even do a simple locator spell or any other small spells without getting tired." Bonnie tilted her head to the side trying to catch Davina's eyes. "Is that true?"

The young witch sighed deeply not wanting to admit the truth. She didn't want to admit that she was losing control. She didn't want to admit that she needed help. She didn't want to admit that the harvest powers were driving her to brink of insanity, because if she did, she would admit out loud she was incapable. She would admit that she was useless.

Bonnie felt the shift in the air when Davina magic began to coil viciously as she desperately tries to close herself off. Lucy stood from the desk moving closer to the young witch feeling Davina's magic shifting as well. The elder witch fingers began to heat up feeling her magic surface ready for Davina to lose control.

"Davina," Bonnie called to her. She waited until her cornflower blue eyes were on her. "I only want to help. Marcel has faith in me for some strange reason that I can help you." The witch chuckled humorlessly. "And to be honest I don't know if I can do it. I never taught anyone to control their magic." Bonnie took a careful step closer and placed her hand on Davina's shoulder giving her a reassuring squeeze. "But I am sure as hell going to try. If there was one thing my Grams taught me when she was teaching me about being a witch was to never shy away from a challenge."

"Sheila the Great." Lucy chimed in earning a laugh from her cousin.

"Ms. Sheila was your grandmother?"

Both Lucy and Bonnie eyes widen. "You know Sheila Bennett?" Lucy asked stealing the question out of Bonnie's mouth.

"Yes. I met her once. Well not actually met her but I . . . I never spoke to her. She was talking with Marcel . . . but . . ." Davina paused trying to find her words.

"But what?" Bonnie questioned.

"I felt as though she was communicating with me through her magic." The Bennett women remained silently listening to what the young witch had to say. "I remember feeling angry. I can't even remember why but I knew I was really angry. My rage was tampering with my magic and was causing some disturbances." Bonnie and Lucy looked at each other both wanting to know what disturbances Davina was talking about, but decided to let her continue her story. "I was up in my room when I heard Marcel speaking to Ms. Sheila. I didn't know what they were talking about, I wasn't paying attention. I was too much in pain."

Davina shivered remember the excruciating pain. Her thoughts brought her back to Bonnie's hand soothing her with her magic. The young witch settled in warmth calming the tremors. Davina could see the concern reflecting on Bonnie's face. She cared. Bonnie cared for Davina. The thought made the young witch finally relax. She knew then and there she could fully trust Bonnie.

Davina Claire had family. She had a mother, father, some cousins but never had siblings. With Bonnie at this moment, she felt a close kinship. It was a sisterly bond. She didn't know why such a bond formed between them, but it did. She also didn't know what the connection between them would lead to in the future or how much it would impact Davina. However, she did know from this day forward, she was under the care of a Bennett witch. Davina turned to Bonnie's cousin sitting on the edge of the desk mirroring Bonnie's uneasiness. Correction – two Bennett witches.

"Davina, are you okay?"

Davina looked back at Bonnie and nodded her head. The warmth from Bonnie's tranquil magic dispersed slowly but it left a lingering touch of something that Davina couldn't describe. "I'm fine. What was I saying?"

"You were feeling pain while Marcel and Sheila were talking." Lucy hinted.

"Right . . . the pain." Davina shook the fog from her head trying to gather her words to finish her tale. "I felt pain in my head and soon it spread throughout my body. It was beginning to become too much and made me dizzy. I was about to scream for Marcel when I felt something come over me."

Bonnie pinched her brows together. "What was it?"

"The only thing I can describe it as is a blanket." Her thoughts went back to that day. "It was a strange feeling. I never experienced anything like that before but I wasn't worried. I felt safe and protected. Then I felt a presence in my room."

"It was my Grams?" Bonnie gasped.

Davina nodded her head yes. "It was like she was standing right next to me. She was with me until she left from her meeting from Marcel. It was the first time I noticed I wasn't in pain." A somber expression fell upon her face. "I am sorry about your Grandmother passing. I heard many things about her. She is famous around here. Some witches hated her while others admired her."

Bonnie cleared her throat feeling her windpipe swelter with emotion. "My Grams didn't care about those witches. My Grams cared about doing the right thing and helping whenever or whoever she could." Pride swelled in both Bennett women as Bonnie spoke of grandmother. "But thank you. I appreciate it."

Davina fiddled with her hands not knowing what else to say on the subject, so she dropped it. "Do you know how to help me?"

"I'm not sure. As I said before, I never taught a witch to control their magic. This is new to me." Davina face fallen making the Bennett witch uneasy. It was disturbing. "But I meant what I said, I am willing to try. I just need you to trust me."

Davina perked up. "Okay."

Bonnie smiles brightly feeling her confidence excel. "Good." Bonnie took a step back giving them space. One crisis averted. Now it was on to the next. "Now, we need to get you calm."

Davina twisted her face in confusion. "Calm?"

"Yes. You are too wound up."

Davina took a minute to evaluate herself and didn't feel different. She was bit hungry but nothing extravagant. "I feel fine."

"You probably are, but not your magic young grasshopper." Lucy said hopping of the desk. "Whoever your boss is, you need tell them to get a new desk. This one hurts my butt." She said while rubbing her derriere.

"I'm not telling them anything. Your big butt shouldn't be sitting on it anyway." Bonnie rolled her eyes in annoyance but desperately trying to keep the grin off her face.

Lucy pouted but looked over her shoulder seeing her backside. "It is big isn't it?"

Davina couldn't hold in her laughter any longer watching the cousins. The young witch felt at ease with the Bennett witches. It was exactly what Bonnie wanted. Without missing a beat from her cousin, Lucy lent a hand in unraveling Davina's magic. Already Bonnie could feel Davina's magic loosen but it still needed to unwind.

"Now back to you being calm," Bonnie said catching Davina's attention. "The magic flowing inside you is tightly gripped by you. Holding so much without a breather could be dangerous, especially for your age. You need to relax." The young witch nodded. "Close your eyes." She did. "Good. Now breathe and let go." Davina breathed in but didn't let go. She opened her eyes worried. "It's okay. Try it again. There's no rush."

The practice continued for another few minutes when Davina became impatient when she felt no change. "I can't do it, Bonnie."

The Bennett witch was sitting by the window with her cousin beside her. For the time Davina was concentrating, Bonnie was keeping her eye on her magic. The harvest inside the girl didn't loosen at all. If anything, it got tighter. The practice of unraveling magic never takes long. It only takes a second or two. So what was the problem? "Are you still worried about Marcel?"

"A little but not like before."

"You're blocking yourself somehow or maybe it's so much magic inside you it takes longer."

"Well, that sucks." Lucy chimed in as she flipped the pages in some fashion magazine. "If that's the case, we'll be here for a long time. Oh those are cute." She held it out for Bonnie to see but brought it back once she saw her cousin's face. She mumbles sorry and continues scanning through the magazine.

"Well that's great." Davina said sarcastically. "Is there a different way?"

Bonnie shook her head. "This is the way my Grams taught me. Luce?" "

"Nope." She answered without leaving the pair shoes she was thinking about buying. "I learned the same way as you, kiddo."

Bonnie sighed in frustration as she buries her face in her hands. "There's has to be some other way."

As the witch sat back to think she could hear a song playing in the bar. Soon as she heard the accordion, an idea struck her. She pondered on it for a moment then nodded to herself. It was different from her teachings but it could work. She hopped from her seat and kicked at Lucy's boots with hers.

"Ouch, Bonnie!" Lucy smacked her cousin's naked thigh. "What is your problem?"

"Come on." She grabbed her hand then Davina's.

"Wait, where are we going?" Davina asked trying not to trip over her feet.

Bonnie dropped their hands to open the door leading to the bar. Before she opened the door, she turned to the witches with a coy smile on her face. "We're going dancing."

Moments Earlier . . .

"Your witch?" Marcel asked. He looked around him then back at Klaus. "Your witch?" This time he said with a deep chuckle. "Who is your witch?"

Klaus tip his head to the side pretending to think. "Let's see. She's about yae high," He motioned his hand under his chin. "She's a tiny little thing. She has an almond complexion,"

"No brother, I believe she has a walnut hue." Elijah said from behind him unable to hide his merriment.

Knowing what the other two were doing, Kol chuckled remembering their scared informant. Poor Josh. "No, I believe the young witch has a toffee complexion wasn't it Stefan?"

Stefan shook his head smiling behind his glass. "I'm telling you guys are making fun of him." By him, they didn't mean Josh, but the clueless vampire king himself that had no clue that one of his vampires was working for them. Sure Klaus compelled the young vampire to do so, but there was still hilarity about the situation. Kol leaned over the bar to imitate Josh's screams making Stefan almost spit out his drink.

"Lovely green eyes –" Klaus went back to describing Bonnie.

"– Imitating the exact shade of the majestic emerald gemstone." Elijah ponders thinking about the small witch.

"Forest green when fierce and provoked." Stefan hinted.

"Then a brilliantly mixture of jade and amber when she smiles." Elijah said as he motioned Stefan to pour him a drink.

"Oh and don't forget her hair." Kol intervened before he took a sip of Elijah's scotch earning a scowl from his older brother.

"Long chocolate brown hair, past her shoulders, cute bang swept across her head." Stefan grins as he rubs his strong chin. "She has this cute crooked jaw. Oh and her lips . . ." Stefan sighed placing his head on the bar table. "God, those lips . . ."

Klaus closed his eyes for a moment moaning seeing Bonnie biting the corner of her lip. "They are deliciously pink and they are cupid bow, my favorite shape." He said with a devilish smirk.

"Very kissable." Kol took Stefan abandoned drink to sip.

"Yessss." Stefan half muttered half moaned dramatically with his head still down.

"The delicacy of a rose petal, sweetness of a goddess' nectar, voice lustrous and soft, but words empty quick and sharp as the devil himself," Elijah said poetically looking at the sloshed beverage in his glass. "Oh has the heavens grace us with beauty or the netherworld grace us with a temptress?"

"And the power," Klaus said seductively. The four brothers shivered deliciously remembering the Bennett witch's magic tingling over their cold skin.

Unknowing to them, Marcel, Thierry, and Diego shared the same shiver as they remember tasting Bonnie's magic. The taste lasted for three whole days. With the mixtures of Bonnie's vanilla scented magic and the heady aroma of her blood made her downright intoxicating.

Coming out of their semi-comatose state first, Marcel cleared his throat. "If I remember correctly, and I'm sure I am, Bonnie is no one's witch. So saying that she's your witch," He pointed to Klaus. "Is the first I'm hearing this. I mean, Thierry did you remember Bonnie saying anything?"

The vampire lowered the brim of his grey fedora making the vampire menacing than before. "Not a word."

Marcel turned to the vampire beside him. "Diego, did you?"

"Can't say that I do."

"Well," Marcel clapped his hands together. "Then it seems we have a problem on our hands fellas."

"Oh there is no problem." Klaus stepped in front of Marcel. "I don't care what you were told, she is ours and we will be collecting her soon. So, I suggest you and your merry men step aside."

"Or what?" Marcel folded his tawny muscular arms over his pecks.

"Or I will have to break a promise to a little witch." Klaus threatened.

Before either of the vampires or the hybrid could engage, they heard footsteps coming their way. Stefan was the first to see the witches but the one he had his eyes on was the youngest Bennett. Bonnie had a hold of Davina's hand walking her into the middle of the dance floor. All eyes were looking at the two until the eldest Bennett stopped in front of Marcel.

"I hope everyone is on their best behavior." Lucy then turned to Marcel and shoved Davina's jean jacket. "Hold this would ya, darling?" Without waiting for an answer, Lucy turned and sashayed over to the other two witches hearing the accordion and stomping beat to the song Come with Me Now, by the Kongos.

Bonnie took her hair out of her messy ponytail and let her chocolate tresses fall to her back. She gave it a little shake before she heard the beat drop. She turned to Lucy who was already getting into the swing of things. When she turned to her, she crooked finger as they sung 'come with me now'.

Both Bennett witches began to feel the music swaying their hips. Bonnie turned Davina standing stiffly not knowing what to do. "You have to loosen up." Bonnie grabbed the teenager's hands and began dancing with her. "Just let go. Don't think about anything but having fun."

Davina moved with Bonnie timidly but once she got comfortable with the Bennett witches, she was able to let go and dance freely. When Bonnie felt Davina was fine on her own, she eased herself away from the dancing witch. As seconds passed, the strained magic began to loosen. This made the Bennett witch happy and even more determined to help Davina with her control.

She turned to Lucy who was already staring at Bonnie with gratification. The elder witch was proud of her and could see a great deal of Sheila in Bonnie. The original plan was to stay for a few days with her cousin then leave for Europe to meet up with Katherine. Yet being with her cousin with her apprentice in the office and dancing with them now had her beginning to change her mind. She didn't know why, but she had this urge to stay with Bonnie.

Lucy was usually a shake and move kind of woman. She never stays too long anywhere. Her clothes remained in their luggage so it would be easier for her to up and leave when needed. This was the first time in a long time that she had this unexplainable will to stay anywhere. She felt at home being with her cousin. Staying in New Orleans may be good for her.

Lucy leaned in to kiss Bonnie cheek. "You did well, Cuz." The recognition made Bonnie smile wider. Little did Bonnie know, her reaction made Lucy confirm her wondering thoughts. Lucille Mona Bennett was staying in New Orleans . . . Goddess help her.

Not willing to ruin the perfect moment, Lucy carried on dancing with Bonnie and Davina not having a care in the world. In that moment, there were no problems, there weren't a hybrid and his four brothers going against a vampire king and his vampires, there were no worries of any kind about the Witches of NOLA. There were only three witches enjoying each other's company. Everything else was background noise.

Soon as that thought entered their mind, the three felt their troubles lessen and let the music take over their control. Though they didn't notice (or they simply didn't care), the three had a audience. It was hard to ignore what was in front of them, especially for Klaus. Seeing Bonnie in this new light made him want Bonnie more.

Klaus let his eyes wander over Bonnie's curvaceous body switching to and fro. He could tell the little one was a dancer. Her movements weren't rushed but timely with the alternative rock song blasting through the speakers. He licked his lips as she tossed her wavy hair to the side giving him a perfect view of her neck. His gums became itchy feeling his fangs wanting to come out. Over the bumping music, Klaus could still hear Bonnie's blood pumping through her veins. The sound made his tongue salivate.

Witch's blood to vampires was like fine wine. The greater the witch's power the greater the taste. From feeling the power from the Bennett witch and from her scent, Bonnie would be an old bottle of Domaine de la Romanee-Conti 1929. He could imagine the fine texture of her blood on his palate and sweet velvet in taste. He could imagine them dancing with Bonnie's back to him and sinking his fangs into her soft flesh letting her essence trickle down his throat.

As the witch danced, her sweat began to pepper her heated skin adding more sweetness to her scent. The hybrid had his eyes trained on one lone droplet sliding down the side of her face to the junction between her neck and jaw. Bonnie spun to face Davina showing her open back from her deep wine colored halter-top that fitted her like second skin. He watched as her back arch and curve as she danced. Stormy blue eyes traveled down to the small of her back and the beginning of her backside leading down to her toned legs. How he wished his hands could have them wrapped around his waist fitting her tiny frame with his perfectly.

The hybrid caught Bonnie facing him but her eyes were close giving him the time to examine her as a whole. She had a young face but Klaus was fooled by her appearance. Just by talking to her, he could tell the witch had an old soul. Her beauty was evident than the sun rising in the morning. Her buttery brown skin, mahogany tresses, vibrant green eyes, cupid bow lips, the witch was utterly enchanting. However, beauty wasn't what captured the hybrid. It was her potential.

Bonnie Bennett was powerful but still young. She would be glorious when coming fully into her power. She would be a goddess walking among mortals. With the right teachings and a bit of persuasion from Klaus, he would have the greatest weapon any eyes have ever seen. With him taking back his city, he would have the vampires, the werewolves, and with Bonnie at his side – the witches. It was essential to have the witch on his side.

As his mind worked out the details of procuring his witch, his eyes continued with their journey back up her curvilinear contour. His devious mind finally left him leaving him to his foul imaginations. He noticed her breasts were shapely and plentiful. He discovered his hands would fit perfectly over them. He wondered how the witch would react if he gently squeezes them as he sucks them harshly, perfect ratio between pleasure and pain. The thought made a sly smirk tug at his lips.

Coming out of his trance, he looked at the three witches. As the music was thundering through the bar and slowing down to the bridge of the song, the vampire became enamored with what they were seeing. The three witches were no long just dancing for fun. What they were looking at now was something different. Something changed. They were more graceful and precise with their movement to the music. The Originals remembered such dancing when Ayanna and their mother would dance around the fire to thank the spirits. It has been a while since they seen such a thing and for them to see it in this day and age was a surprise.

Then there was the scent.

As the witches danced, their magic began pouring out of them. The air around them sizzled and created sparks on the vampires' cold skin. The vampires and hybrid took a deep breath smelling the witches' magic saturating the stale bar air and groaned. All three were unique but enticing and rousing.

With Davina there was a mixture of four different fragrances, but the most pungent out of the four was her own. Fresh lemon grass exuded from her pores giving off a young and fresh aroma to the Claire witch. It was not intoxicating or alluring, but pure innocence.

Lucy's magic smelled of wild cherries with a bit of spice. The aroma complimented the Bennett witch from her magic to her personality. Lucy had always been a wild child and marched to beat of her own drum. Her mouth was saucy, her body was warrior built, and beauty was unattainable like her magic.

Bonnie's magic was the smell of warm vanilla with a hint of lavender. It was pure and innocent but unlike Davina, under the sweet fragrance was something alluringly dangerous. There was more to the witch than what was on the surface and Niklaus Mikaelson was going to enjoy delving deeper concerning his witch.

The Originals and the vampires closed their eyes at the same times letting Bonnie's rousing scent enter their senses. Marcel had never smelled her magic this strong before. In the church, it was subtle but now for some reason it was compelling. Because of her magic was seeping through the witch's pores, the fragrance of Bonnie's blood was beginning to intermingle with her magic.

Without noticing what he was doing, the vampire king was taking a step towards the dancing witch. He took another step but stopped when he noticed a hand on his chest snapping him out of his trance. He looked down at the offensive limb then to its owner. "Don't touch me." He said shoving Klaus' hand off him.

"Don't touch my witch."

"She's not yours, Klaus."

"Do not touch her or I swear the damage I done to you fifty years ago will seem like child's play." The hybrid threatened. Marcel knew exactly what he was talking about and he didn't take to kindly of him bringing that incident up. "This time I'll make sure you feel it."

Bonnie was dancing feeling at ease when she felt a disturbance breaking her from whatever tranquility she was feeling moments ago. Her eyes snapped opened to see Klaus and Marcel in each other's face sharing not so nice words. "Fantastic." Bonnie groaned.

Feeling the shift as well, Davina opened her eyes to see Marcel arguing with Klaus. She took a step forward but Lucy held her back. Angered by Lucy stopping her from getting to her destination, the calmness of Davina's magic evaporated becoming tensed once more. She heard many things about the old ones that she knew were all too true. Imagining Marcel being hurt shook the young witch to her core.

Bonnie snapped her eyes to Davina to find her frightened by the spectacle in front of her. "I'll take care of it." Not waiting for an indication her apprentice understood, she walked off towards the commotion.

As she got closer, something in her began to quake. The strange sensation almost made her drop to the floor. The witch didn't know what was happening to her but she knew she couldn't ponder on it now. She had to put this in her back pocket and deal with the problem in front of her. Ignoring the tug in her chest, Bonnie stalked forward to the hybrid and vampire king.

"I think you are getting a little too big for your britches, Marcel." Klaus pointed out. "Let's not forget who started this kingdom."

"That's right. You started it, but then you left." Marcel shrugged indifferently. Seeing the ire written across his sire's face gave great satisfaction. In Marcel's mind, he deserved to be affronted towards Klaus. He took someone from him, someone that he loved dearly not once but twice. Therefore, if the vampire had a chance to hurt his maker to feel contentment, then he would do it gladly. To rub salt to injury, Marcel opened his mouth ready to spout an old wound between him and his maker knowing what it would do to him. "In fact, you ran from it."

Seeing red, Klaus went to grab Marcel throat but noticed that he had no movement in his arm. He tried to move it again and it remained at his side. Before he could question what was happening, he felt the presence of his witch beside him and it was. His witch marred a scowl on her beautiful face. For a second, the hybrid forgot about his pending anger and his childe. She was absolute stunning when she was mad.

"We had an agreement." Bonnie hissed lowly looking at the ones responsible for the commotion. "I said I didn't want any trouble out any of you."

"Everything was fine until the hybrid and his family showed up." Marcel sat back in his original seat by the bar. He reached over the bar and a glass to pour him a drink. Cami was going to kill Bonnie for letting these vampires have free drinks. "Saying they were here to take their witch.

Bonnie's crooked jaw slacked in surprise not believing what the vampire was saying. "Their witch?"

Marcel took a sip of his alcoholic beverage before he answered her. "That's right." He turned around to stare at a seething Klaus. "It seems that Klaus had it in his mind that you were his." Bonnie turned her attention towards Klaus. She folded her arms tightly over her chest and tucked her hands underneath her arms. She could feel her fingertips burning with magic aching to for release. Marcel smirked behind his glass feeling the little witch's magic bubbling up. "I told him he must be mistaken."

"Mistaken indeed." Bonnie said tightly.

Klaus took his time turning to Bonnie. His eyes dropped down to her puckered lips then button nose then finally her fury burning through her eyes. Kol was right, when fierce and provoked her eyes did turn to a forest green color. He wondered what color would take over in the throes of passion.

Klaus brought himself back to the matter at hand laughing off handedly. To anyone else, the smile he portrayed would have seemed charming, but not to Bonnie. The grin was unsettling and completely off. The hybrid had a wickedness about that would put Lucifer to shame. Regardless how sexy his dimples looked when he smiled, the witch wanted to melt the smirk off his face by making his blood boil.

"Now, now, little witch," Klaus went to grab Bonnie's chin but she defiantly moved from his touch. He only laughed at her display of repulsion. He found it adorable when Bonnie was angry with him. Especially with her pouty lips poked out. "There's no need to get testy, love. It's only two old friends having a disagreement." Klaus turned to his childe. "Isn't that right, Marcellus?"

"Right," Marcel put down his empty glass to turn fully to Klaus. "In fact, let's talk about the last disagreement we had, oh I don't," He shrugged pretending to think. "Fifty or so years ago."

The smile on the hybrid's face wiped clean off. Bonnie took notice and she didn't like it. Whatever happened fifty or so years ago must have been bad if it made Klaus turn humorous to murderous within seconds. "Marcel . . ." Bonnie warned but the vampire ignored her caution.

"You and I had unfinished discussion before the incident in 1919. Would you like to hash that out now?"

"I would tread carefully about what you say out your mouth next, Marcel. I would hate to rip your throat out." Klaus said coldly making the hairs on the back of Bonnie's neck rise. Things were about to take a turn for the worst and the witch had a front row seat.

"Why?" Marcel asked. "Are you too afraid to handle the truth?"

"Marcel," Elijah came forward.

"No Elijah, let your brother talk. So what is it, Klaus?"

"Marcel," Elijah tried again.

"Are you angry?" Marcel kept going.

The vampire was usually cool headed and laid back. He was the type to think before he acted, but this was not the case. He was too agitated and anger from the sight of adopted father. He looked up to Klaus when he was younger. He was the only father he knew. Klaus taught him everything. Without him, he wouldn't know how to lead and be a man. He owes him everything. Though this was true, he couldn't overlook all the pain Klaus inflicted on him.

As he got older, he began to see the ugly side of Klaus. He learned his adopted father was controlling and spiteful. Fifty years ago, Klaus did take the one he loved away from him, but it wasn't the first time. He took not one, but three people away from him because Marcel became too close. One out of the three was a monumental blow to Marcel. It affected him more ways than one.

Klaus destroyed the relationship between him and that special person because of his irrational jealousy and tendency to control. Klaus always had to be the constant. He always had to be the one and only. It was this reason why his sire drove him away and did something so appalling and out of character of Marcel.

"Do you feel betrayed?" Marcel asked getting closer to the seething Klaus.

Bonnie went to stand in between them, but Elijah kept her at his side. Bonnie stared at him with a questionable glare. The only respond she got was a glare that told her to 'stay out of it'. If she could, she would have snorted. As if she would stay on the sidelines letting these supernaturals start a royal rumble in a bar full of humans. Not going to happen.

She leaned over to see Kol watching Marcel, while Stefan watched the vampires behind them. They were watching their every movement making sure none them make a move towards their brother. Kol stood from his seat feeling tension beginning to rise. Stefan was all ready to hop over the bar top to defend his brother.

Bonnie then looked across from her to see Klaus. She could tell he was forcing himself not to hurt Marcel. The witch saw the tautness of his jaw and the thinning of his red lips. Her eyes wandered to his and could see many emotions swarming through. The obvious one was anger, but then there was something else muddled in his deep blue eyes. Hurt. He was hurting by Marcel's words or the memory Marcel brought up. A twisted feeling settled in her chest. She didn't like it, which made the witch confused. Why would she care if Klaus were hurt?

Bonnie broke out of her thoughts when she heard Klaus' rough voice shake. "I'm warning you,"

Bonnie could hear the promise of death clear in Klaus' voice. What she didn't understand was why Marcel wanted to push him for Klaus to do it? Why was Marcel intentionally aiming to hurt/anger Klaus? Surprisingly, it made her angry. The witch admits she couldn't stand the hybrid. He was smug and rude. She disliked him when she first met him, but for some reason Bonnie had to take a second look at Klaus. That night she saw his spark of humanity. She was drawn to it. She was drawn to him ever since that night.

When Bonnie kissed his cheek, she felt warm all over. Immediately she wanted to kiss him again but stopped herself. She pulled herself away and said goodnight instead. Bonnie went home that night still thinking about the innocent kiss. It was so small and chaste, nothing like the kiss she shared with Stefan. With Stefan, it was hot and a bit frantic. It made her skin burn but with Klaus, it made her stomach flutter. Did that mean she preferred Klaus to Stefan?

I mean okay, he was devilishly handsome and his British accent made her ears orgasm, but there was darkness about him that Bonnie did not like. Behind the handsome face was a monster. It had nothing to do with what he was, but by his aura. It was cold and dark. From what she felt and from what her cousin Lucy told her, it was clear that Bonnie should not be involved with Niklaus Mikaelson in any circumstances. Bonnie knew this. Heck she told herself this plenty of times, but her mind always went back to that warm flutter when she kissed his cheek that night. If that happens with a kiss on the cheek, she couldn't imagine how she would feel if she kissed his lips.

Then seeing his humanity hidden within him was picking at her as well. There something more about the Mikaelson hybrid, something she had to see for herself. She didn't know when or what she would see and she certainly didn't know why she needed to see. She only knew whatever it was, it would appear and be gone as quick as it came like a moving comet in the sky, but it would be just as rare and beautiful.

Bonnie stared longingly at the handsome pissed off hybrid still seeing the anger and hurt in his blue eyes. She bit the corner of her lip almost angrily. She didn't like that look at all.

"Are you angry about what I did to you?" She heard Marcel say again. The sound of his baritone voice usually was attractive, but now it was pissing the witch off. "Afraid maybe? Afraid that if I wanted to, I could do again?" Marcel baited. "Because let me tell you something, Niklaus Mikealson, if I had a choice . . . I would."

Without any warning, Klaus made his move toward Marcel. The brothers were waiting for it. They were waiting for the exact moment Klaus to pop. Kol had his hand ready to rip out Thierry's throat while Stefan was about to reach over to snag Diego behind the bar. Klaus had his hand inches away from digging into Marcel's chest. Marcel's clawed hand aimed for Klaus' neck. Elijah would have pushed Bonnie behind him so the little witch wouldn't get hurt during the tussle. All of this would have transpired if they were not rooted in place by an invisible force initiated by none other than Bonnie Bennett.

Klaus tried his best to move but it was no use. The hold the witch had on him wouldn't let him move an inch of his body. "You better pray that witch is strong enough to hold this barrier from going down, because the second it does,"

"And there you go making threats again. It didn't work then and certainly not going to work now." Marcel said struggling to get loose from Bonnie's invisible grasp. "You are nothing but a controlling manipulative bastard. It's no wonder I can't stand you and Rebekah hates you."

Hearing Rebekah's name broke something in the hybrid. With strength Bonnie could not comprehend he was capable of, Klaus broke free from her barrier. Without thinking, Bonnie found herself in between Marcel and a charging Klaus. Sticking her hand out in front of her, Bonnie pushed another barrier towards Klaus stopping the hybrid once again.

Klaus was inches away from Bonnie's face giving her a full view of his hybrid transformation. Gold eyes glowed dangerously as black veins pulsed around his face. There it was, Bonnie thought. The monster had finally showed its face. It shook her a bit, but she remained standing between the two.

"That is enough out of you," She stared at Klaus then Marcel. "Out of both you. There are humans here and you choose now to start War World III in a bar? Seriously?" Bonnie didn't give them a chance to utter a word. "Whatever this is," She motioned between the two. "It ends now. Whatever beef you have with each other, take it somewhere else."

Bonnie eyed them both seeing she was getting her point across. Neither said anything but she could tell they heard her. The witch let out a deep sigh as she closed her eyes to concentrate. The barrier she had on them slowly dissipated and everyone trapped in her invisible web felt it. The vampires situated themselves while some had to rotate the stiffness from their limbs.

Once she saw no one was going to claw each other's eyes out, Bonnie went back to Marcel who steadily watching Klaus and he him. "Hey," The vampire's mocha eyes took its time leveling with the short surly witch staring up at him. If he wasn't so angry, he would had smiled. How such a small witch could look so intimidating "You, go over to Davina and calm her down before she blows everyone up. Her magic is going through the roof right now."

Marcel looked over to Davina who safely tucked herself under Lucy's embrace. While feuding with Klaus, he forgot about her. The vampire's dead heart squeezed uncomfortable seeing the worry in her doe eyes.

"The witches already know she is here." Bonnie spoke seriously capturing the vampire's attention from Davina. "Don't give them a reason to come here."

Marcel looked over to Klaus one last time before walking over to Davina. The little one broke away from Lucy's arms to bury herself into Marcel's side. Bonnie smiled at the sight but it was short lived when she felt Klaus brush past her. A jolt in her caused her to reach out and grab him. "Dance with me." She sputtered.

Klaus didn't have time to process what was happening. All he knew was an elfish woman was pulling him to a certain destination. He didn't know where Bonnie was taking him but he wasn't complaining. He loved the feel of her tiny hand in his large one. She warm and he could feel the remnants of her magic vibrating on her light sienna brown skin. Sienna, Klaus thought. A small chuckle escaped his lips. His lovely Sienna.

Unbeknownst of Klaus' amusement, Bonnie pulled him to the middle of empty floor of the bar. She faced him and quickly placed one of his arms around her waist and the other out for her to hold still leaving amount of respectable space between them. Bonnie ignored the look Klaus was giving her and began to make him sway with her. She didn't know what song was playing and she frankly she didn't care. She just needed Klaus far away from Marcel.

Once Klaus got his bearings and realized what was happening, he arched his brow. "Dancing with the devil are we?"

Bonnie gave him a tight smile. "That would be fitting name for you if it wasn't such an insult to Satan."

Klaus chuckled lightly. He opened his mouth to speak but his words failed him as he heard the opening verse to the song Bring Your Love to Me by the Avett Brothers. The hybrid felt his little witch tense as she too heard the opening lyrics. He loved it.

"Why, Miss Bennett," Klaus said mocking astonishment. "Have I had known you had such strong feelings for me, I would have came after you sooner."

Bonnie scoffed. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't like you." Though she was saying this, she couldn't help her cheeks from warming up.

"But you like my brother?" He asked playfully but he was in fact serious. Bonnie shrugged not giving him a real answer. He didn't like that she was dodging his question and he sure didn't like her looking away from him. Klaus tightened the arm around Bonnie's waist. The gesture made Bonnie fully pressed against him. Verde found him and the hybrid was simply entranced by the look of surprise and fear gleaming through. "That's better."

"W-What are you doing?"

"If I am not mistaken, but I believe this the proper way to dance. Just a bit of," Klaus splayed his fingers at the small of Bonnie's back pulling her closer to him making any space between them nonexistent. "Intimacy." The softness in his voice made Bonnie shiver slightly. Completely embarrassed, she ducked her head to the side but Klaus brought her face back towards him. "And I find I do not like your attention to wander to anyone or anywhere else than right here with me."

Ignoring the flutters in her stomach and swelling in her throat Bonnie laughed humorlessly. "That's a bit controlling don't you think?"

"Well, I am the true alpha male, love. It comes with the territory." His attention went to Bonnie's moist lips. "I'm sure you'll get used to it."

Bonnie blinked not believing his audacity. "I don't have to get used to it because I want nothing to do with you."

"You are very mean elf. Shouldn't you be filled with cheer?"

Bonnie wanted to smack him. "Why are you bothering me?"

"I believe you are the one that brought me out to the dance floor."

"To calm you down."

"I'm sure there were other ways for you to calm me down. Admit it." He pressed his lips to her ear. "You wanted to be alone with me."

"I did not." She heard Klaus chuckle in her ear. She pulled away to look at him not happy how he was teasing her. "I'm serious. The only reason we are doing . . . this," She mentally rolled her eyes. "Was so you wouldn't cause a scene by killing someone."

"Excuses and distractions."

Bonnie huffed. He was being insufferable and she told him so causing him to laugh boisterously. It caught the witch off guard because it actually sounded genuine and . . . nice. The flutters in her stomach and chest came back full force. The rumble in his chest as he laughed vibrated all over her body. Without knowing, she let herself sink into his embrace. She was comfortable like this, comfortable with him. Something was serious wrong with the witch.

Klaus' laughter died down as he realized the shift in the atmosphere. It was calming to him. He listened to Bonnie's heart into his chest. She was calm. She was relaxed. She was comfortable with this. She was comfortable with him. Not wanting to ruin the moment, he took her hand from his and wrapped it around his neck. He took her other hand that was on his chest and does the same thing. When her hands clasped together, gradually Klaus brushed his hands over her fingers then the full length of her arms bringing tiny shocks from her skin to his fingertips.

Bonnie's breath hitched as she felt Klaus' hands caressing her sides making heated prints she could feel through her halter-top. His snake-like hands finally lowered to the small of her back. A patch of skin was peeking from her top. Klaus took advantage and rubbed his thumb against her heated flesh. Bonnie clawed the nape of Klaus' neck motioning him to stop. Heeding her silent warning, he wrapped both his arms around Bonnie's waist as they swayed together as the Avett Brothers pluck their melodist strings to their guitars through the speakers.

From the corner of the bar, penetrating eyes watched the couple dance. As they watched, a foreign emotion swarmed in them. It was an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time. They couldn't understand it neither did they want to understand. The figure turned away from the entrancing couple to look at the drink in front of him. He placed the tip of the glass to his lips and swallowed the dark liquid. They gladly accepted the burn from the alcoholic beverage. They needed to feel something else other than the twisted stabbing in his heart.

With a hesitant glance, they looked over their shoulder to see the hybrid leaning his head against the witch. He let their eyes stay on the Bennett witch. She was beautiful in every way. With her Fae-like features and goddess-like power, the witch was a beacon. Their eyes lingered on her pinks lips. The temptress' sweet nectar dribbled on her heart shaped lips. Heat spread through their chest and lower loins. He licked his lips hungrily as they imagined what she would taste like against his.

How sweet.

How longingly.

How achingly distractive.

They wanted her.

They wanted her because she was everything. Bonnie Bennett was the forbidden fruit that Adam tasted. She was the seraph placing a coal on his lips. She was the siren uprooting his buried dark desires in his heart. She was the shining light to a lighthouse calling the ships home. She was the sun, everything and everyone gravitated towards her. She was the moon, twisting and tugging the ocean waves. She was the stars, lighting up the dark skies. She was everything.

Not knowing the eerie presence of someone watching, Klaus kept swaying with Bonnie. He couldn't describe this moment. He didn't know what this moment was. In all his thousand plus years, Niklaus Mikaelson never experienced whatever this was before. In his darkest hearts of hearts, he hated it. He hated how this tiny witch was making him out of sorts with himself. It was annoying and downright embarrassing. He hated how Bonnie was making him feel. It disgusted him to homicidal core.

He was and would only use Bonnie to his means for power to take over his city once again, but a nagging feeling in the back of his head knew he wanted more from her. Of course, he wanted the power. Klaus would always want power. It was his aphrodisiac. He would never cease to have enough. However, power was not all he wanted. He wanted everything from her. He wanted her anger. He wanted her laughter. He wanted her sadness. He wanted her smile. He wanted her touch. Her lips. Her care. Her loyalty. Her nurturing. Her attention. He wanted everything that pertains to Bonnie Bennett and he wouldn't stop until he had it all.

It was greed – an intense and selfish desire for something. In Klaus' case, it was someone.

Klaus pressed his face closer to Bonnie. When he found that she didn't move away, he leaned his head against hers keeping her eyes hypnotized to his. This position was enabling him to smell her delicate sweet scent. His eyes caught the sight of her neck seeing her artery pump her blood. He wanted to bite her.

Before he gave into the temptation, Klaus twirled his lovely Sienna around then brought her back to him. He caught the small smile tugging against her lips when she was nestled back into his front. He wrapped her arms his neck again and his hands went back around her waist. Glee filled him when he felt her tighten her hold. The positive sensation snapped himself out of whatever he was in.

He reeled himself back in feeling more like himself. As stares down at the witch he knew he was about to ruin the moment, but he couldn't help it. For one, he needed to this to stop. He was acting too much out of character and two, he really wanted to push her buttons. But first . . .

Klaus brushed his lips against the shell of Bonnie's ear creating a delicious tremor come upon her body. Bonnie managed to pull herself together after he felt Klaus' breath near her ear. The blonde scruff on his chin and cheek scratched her but she could feel the smoothness of his lips leave her ear to brush against her cheek. This was not good for the witch. She needed to pull herself together and march back to the bar. Crisis: Vampire Royal Rumble was prevented. No one died, thank goodness. Her job was finished. If this was so, why couldn't she release herself from Klaus' bonds?

Klaus skimmed his nose against Bonnie's neck and cheek then buried himself in her chocolate locks. "Do you still believe you didn't bring me here to be alone with me?"

Bonnie's body locked preventing them from dancing. Bonnie leaned back to look up at Klaus seeing the smug grin stretched across his face. The moment was over. The flutters were gone. There was nothing but pure revulsion and irritation.

Without a word, Bonnie pulled herself roughly from Klaus' grasp only to have him pull her back. "Now love, don't be like that."

Klaus smiled seeing the little witch pout. She is angry, he thought and she truly was. She was angry that she fell that easily in his netting of deceit. The witch knew that the hybrid was probably having a good laugh about it. Just thinking about it caused her magic to pulsate within her. With all the strength she could muster, she pulled away from again. She took only one-step before Klaus snatched her back.

"You have a nasty habit walking away from me." He hissed.

"Well, you have a nasty habit of touching me." Bonnie went to pull away but Klaus had her locked in his grip.

Klaus leaned down nudging his nose with her tiny one. "You and I both know you like it when I touch you."

Not wanting to admit if he was right or wrong, Bonnie jutted her crooked chin in act of defiance and turned her face away from him. Klaus hated it. Instead of expression his displeasure, he chose to ignore it and sway them back and forth to the soft playing music. Bonnie put up a fight at first not wanting to move with him but then soon after she relented but Klaus could still feel the tension rolling off her.

Klaus nudge his nose on her cheek trying to get Bonnie attention. When she didn't, he did it again until she looked at him. It truly disturbed him when the little witch looked away from him. He wanted her attention again.

After nudging her again, Bonnie conceded and turned to face him with grimace etched on her face. "What?" She asked hotly.

Klaus was not moved by the hardness in her voice. He found it cute. "Is there no end to your defiance?"

"Why would I give you my compliance?" Bonnie asked sassily.

A dark chuckle spilt from his mouth that made Bonnie's skin crawl. "I think you have the assumption that there is no consequence in the way you talk to me." He brushed his lips against her crooked jaw. "I could snap that pretty little neck of yours if I wanted to."

"I like to see you try."

That earned her another chuckle. "Your bravery is admirable and somewhat precious, but it is rather annoying." The hybrid said with an edge to his voice.

"Good. I hope you get sick of it so you will leave me alone."

Again ignoring her, Klaus pulled Bonnie close to him. He liked how her tiny body fits his frame. When he knew she wouldn't pull away, he loosened his grip to look down at her. She was still angry with him and he still found it cute. He moved his hand to stroke her cheek as he stared into her furious gaze. "Join me."

Bonnie's anger completely washed away. "What?"

"Join me. Be by my side."

"I don't do sides."

"I beg a differ, love. You already chosen a side and it is with Marcel."

"I am not on Marcel's side. I am only on Davina's. I am helping her."

"My point exactly." Klaus finally stopped swaying to the music letting Bonnie go all together. "By you helping Davina, you are helping Marcel. Davina is his witch and Marcel uses her magic to keep control of the witches of this town. So you are on his side. If I want to take back my kingdom then I need to rid of the witch. With you in the way you are foiling my plans."

"You better not hurt her."

"Oh but I will. If she gets in my way, I will remove her and anyone who helps her." He stared pointedly at Bonnie. "I rather not go to such drastic measures. You and Davina are more than welcome to come to winning side. But whether you join me or not, I will have rule over my city once again."

Bonnie shook her head. "I had enough." She turned away from him but again Klaus pulled her back but this time her back was facing his front. "Let me go."

Klaus moved her hair from her shoulder and dipped his head against her neck wrapping his arms around her middle. He brushed his lips against her neck tempting himself to bite her. "Join me." He asks again.

"Never." Bonnie said with unquestionable revolve.

Klaus smiled against her neck taking in her scent of her magic and the aroma of her blood. His witch was keeping him on his toes by giving him so much trouble, but he knew having her in the end would make everything sweeter. "You will come to me one day," He whispered in her neck stealing a taste of her clean sweat. Bonnie forced herself not to lean into him. She would not fall into him again. "And when you do, it will because you want to." With those words, Klaus pressed a chaste kiss over her pulsing artery. He held back his moan when his lips felt her blood rushing to her racing heart.

Bonnie shivered when she felt the kiss on her neck. She swallowed the lump in her throat when she felt Klaus' lips lingering against her neck. With all the pride she could muster, Bonnie ripped herself away from him, but this time Klaus didn't pull her back.

Klaus watched his witch walk away from him. There was nothing else left for him to say to her. She would come. He knew she would.

"Are you enjoying being a nuisance to the Bennett witch?"

Klaus smiles when he hears his brother's dry sarcasm from behind. "I have no clue what you are talking about."

Elijah stood beside him looking at the witch behind the bar smiling and pouring drinks to her customers. "It won't be easy getting her on our side."

"Something that is valuable and worthy is never easy to retrieve. We just have to be patient." Klaus stared at Bonnie chatting with her cousin enthusiastically, the complete opposite when she left him on the dance floor. "She will come, brother. We will have our witch." He patted Elijah on his shoulder then walked over to his other brothers who were congregating by the bar.

He made a slight eye contact with Marcel who was sitting with Davina at the corner of the bar. They shared a knowing look then went on about their business. Kol saw Klaus and Elijah coming their way. "We have to leave. We have a guest waiting at our house."

Klaus nodded already knowing who their guest was. Before he left, he looked over to Bonnie who was joking with a customer as she wiped down the bar. He wanted her to look at him before he left.

As if she could hear Klaus' thoughts, Bonnie faced him. They stared at each other not saying anything towards one another. There was nothing to say. What they needed to say already been said. For now, it was a waiting game.

"See you soon, little witch."

"Don't count on it." Bonnie said smartly. Klaus feign hurt holding a hand against his heart. She rolled her eyes turning away from him. "Goodbye, Klaus."

"Call me, Nik."

Bonnie slowly looked over her shoulder and saw Klaus was being serious. She looked him over then turned back continuing wiping the bar counter. "Goodbye, Klaus."

He heard him chuckle then heard footsteps walking away from her. She steeled herself not to watch him walk away. Luckily, she didn't have to. Elijah called out to her. When she turned around she fleetingly locked eyes with Klaus by the door next to the dapper Original.

"I wish our reunion would have been more discreet, Miss Bennett."

"I feel the same way."

"I do apologize for the misfortune of what transpired today on the behalf of my brothers and me." Lowly, he could hear Klaus telling him to speak for himself, but he simply ignored him keeping his eyes on the Ayanna's youngest descendent.

Bonnie couldn't help but smile a little at his mannerism. "Are you always a gentleman, Elijah?"

"I would like to believe that I am." He stuffed his hand in his pocket. "Do you think so?"

Bonnie nodded her head. "I know so."

She watched his almost charcoal eyes brighten into a brilliantly brown as he gave her a charming lopsided smirk. Elijah stuck out his free hand. "May I?"

Bonnie took a step forward and placed her unoccupied hand into his. "You may."

As he did the last time they said goodbye, Elijah bent to place a chaste kiss on the back of her hand. His lips parted from her hand but he did not let go yet. "I hope to see you again, Miss Bennett."

Bonnie only arched her eyebrow as her response. Elijah walked away having Stefan take his place. "Stefan or do I call you Ripper?"

The vampire almost looked abashed. "Stefan is fine."

Bonnie nodded. "Goodnight, Stefan."

Stefan almost pouted but he caught himself. He wished Bonnie a goodnight and made his exit. Bonnie sighed and rolled her eyes. She was such an enabler. "Stefan," The vampire turned around and watched the witch blow him a kiss. "Goodnight." A small smile stretched across her lips hoping it wasn't strained.

A smile broke from his lips. He saw the hesitance on Bonnie but he took what he got. "Night, Bonnie." Stefan carefully walked backward towards his brothers by the entrance, but it wasn't quick enough for Klaus.

Klaus growled not liking how Stefan was glaring lustfully at his witch. "Let's go you fool." He said while dragging his brother outside as he protested.

Kol followed but not before he blew a kiss to Bonnie. Not leaving him disappointed, she caught it and smacked it on her cheek. Lucy stared wide eyed at the action. From the far corner, Marcel watched the full exchange. Not paying attention to the two, the trickster bid Bonnie adieu then left out the bar to catch up to his brothers who were already in the car.

Soon as the four brothers left, Bonnie went to Davina to check on her. To her relief, the young witch had settled down and her magic was flowing calmly. "I'm glad you're okay."

Davina pulled Bonnie into a hug surprising the witch but she happily returned it. Davina broke away to return to Marcel's side. "Regardless how tonight went, I had fun."

Bonnie squeezed Davina's hand. "I'm glad." She looked up to Marcel. "I have classes in the mornings and I work in the evenings. On school days, I will be with her in the afternoons until I have to go to work. I will also be with her on my days off. Is that okay with you?"

"That's perfect. Thank you, Bonnie." That darn charming smile of his made the little witch melt. Marcel kissed both of her cheeks. "I'll be in touch, little bit."

Bonnie watched Marcel and his camp leave out the bar. Lucy came besides her watching the vampire king leave. She waited until all the vampires left before she spoke. "I still think he's hot." Bonnie scoffs at her cousin and pushed her out of her the way so she could get back to work. "What? He is!"

The rest of Bonnie's shift went by uneventful. She served drinks, bussed tables, and helped Jerry with the kitchen. Before she knew it, it was time to close up. Bonnie and Lucy packed up their things and wished Jerry a goodnight before he locked up. The Bennett witches talked about everything from the events that happened tonight, Davina's teachings, how delicious some of the vampires look. Mostly that conversation was coming from Lucy. Though it was fun and laughs between them, there was something Lucy was dying to bring up to Bonnie since earlier tonight.

"So . . . you and Klaus looked cozy dancing tonight."

Bonnie laughter died down knowing where the conversation was going. "Don't start, Luce."

The elder witch held out her hands to surrender. "I wasn't going to say anything." Bonnie gave her a look. "Okay I was, but I won't." Lucy shrugged uncaringly. "I mean I wasn't the one dancing with a psychotic maniac and making googley eyes at him."

"Googley eyes? What are we, five?"

"Don't deflect."

"I'm not deflecting. The dance was nothing. I only pulled him out to dance to calm him down."

"There was other ways to calm him down, Bonnie."

The witch immediately became irritated noticing her cousin said the same thing Klaus had said. "It was the only thing I could think of at the moment. It's not like I been through this situation before."

"You know what I think?"

"No and I don't want to know."

Lucille ignored her. "I think you wanted to be alone with him."

"Ugh!" Bonnie shook her head pulling out her keys seeing her house up ahead. She didn't need this. She still had a six page English paper to finish and chapters to read for her Economics class. Her brain couldn't take stupidity right now. "Lucy, drop it."

"Oh come on. Bonnie. You two were all over each other. He was all touchy feely on you." Lucy said as she tickled Bonnie side earning her a slap on her hand. "I saw the way you were looking at him. You liked it, you like the Original Hybrid."

"I don't like him. I can't stand him. He is a smug annoying jerk that thinks he can win women over with his charm and British accent. Stop reading into something that is not there." The witches made it to the house but Bonnie halted from going in. "I'm going to say this once and only once. There is nothing going on between him and me. Nothing at all. It was just a dance, that's it."

"Okay."

"Say it."

"There is nothing going on between you and the crazy bloodthirsty homicidal hybrid."

"And?"

Lucy rolled her eyes. "And it was only a dance."

"Thank you." Bonnie whirled around to walk up the steps. She opened the screen door to unlock her front door until she caught something fluttering in the wind from the corner of her eye. Bonnie looked to the left of her to see a folded ivory note in her flowers. "What's this?"

Bonnie went to reach for it but Lucy snagged it out of her reach. "What is this, indeed."

"Lucy, give it back!" Bonnie went to grab it but couldn't from the lack of height she had on Lucy. "Lucille!"

"Settle down, short stuff." Bonnie gasped. "Let's see." She opened the folded paper. Bonnie watched nervously as her cousin read the paper. Slowly a wide grin spread across her cousin's face. "Mhmm."

"What? What is it? What does it say?" Lucy only handed her the nose. Bonnie snatched it out her hand to read the note.

Four words.

That was all it took. It took four measly words to wash away her irritation and anger for the hybrid and fill her with the familiar flutter in her stomach and the rapid beating of her heart. It was official. She hated him.

"This means nothing." Bonnie walked past Lucy to go in the house. The murmuring of 'Mmhmm' from her cousin could be heard behind her but she ignored it to stomp into her room. She took the note and tossed in her wastebasket. "There, trash." She turned to Lucy who was leaning on Bonnie's door with a condescending smirk on her face that made the witch want to smack it off. "What?" Bonnie yelled.

"Why did you have to throw it away in your room?" Bonnie stared opening at her cousin not knowing to laugh or strangle her. "There was a trash can in the kitchen. Why did you have to go all the way upstairs in your room to throw it –" Lucy didn't a chance to say another word because Bonnie already shut the door in her face.

Bonnie took a much needed hot shower then put on something comfortable and started on her English paper. She was on her fourth page writing her thoughts on Shakespearian influences when her eye caught the folded note in her wastebasket, her empty wastebasket. Bonnie bit the inside of her cheek watching the intricate lines of gold on the sides taunts her unmercifully. The battle within her was strong but she gave in and snatched the note out the basket.

She unfolded the paper seeing the beautifully scripted line work of Victorian writing across the paper. She pressed her nose against it smelling the light aroma of her red tulips and his woodsy scent, applewood. Bonnie feel like a total creep if she was in her right mind, but the fact she wasn't gave her a clear conscience.

She looked over the writing again and read the four words, 'Dance with me again' over and over. Each time she read it her heart tightened and her stomach twisted. "Smug bastard." Bonnie muttered but her words didn't hold any heat. She would not admit she liked it and that he writing her a letter made her warm and gooey inside. She just wouldn't.

She also would not admit that she secretly wanted to see him again. She would not admit she enjoyed their dance, regardless how it began or ended badly. She would not admit she wanted to dance with him again. She would ABSOULTELY not admit to herself and openly admit to Lucy she was right. And she certainly under any circumstances would not admit that there was a smile on her face.

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Bonnie stared at the paper her husband wrote her five years ago. No matter how long time passed, her heart still tightened and stomach still twisted reading the note. "Smug bastard." She muttered to herself as she tucked the note in between the pages of her book.

She snuggled down getting comfortable and was about to read about Dorian and his mischief until she heard a beeping sound from her cell phone. She groaned annoyed that she had to get up just when she just got comfortable. Stubbornly the Bennett-Mikaelson witch stood from her chaise and grumpily walked over to her bed and snatched the offensive beeping object from her pillow.

The phone lit up with a notification that said she had a text message. She sat on her bed and made a hostile declaration that she was not moving anymore before she read the message. After Bonnie read it, she burst into a fit of laughter. Still laughing, she sagged lowly on her propped pillows and decided to give the jokester a call instead of replying via text message. They picked up their phone on the first ring.

"You are disgusting."

A deep chuckle echoed over the phone and Bonnie swore she felt his breath tickle on her neck. "Is that anyway to greet your husband?"

Bonnie laughed again but became silent. She turned on her side burying herself into her husband's pillow that hasn't been laid on for some time. She missed him. She missed him very much. "Hello, Nik."

Klaus was in his car when he heard his wife greet him. The hilarity from before was gone in her voice and replaced with love but a hint of sadness. As he sat there listening to Bonnie breathing as he felt a warmth spread across his chest. Bonnie was opening their bond. When words couldn't express how they felt, they opened their bond to send each other messages. It happens rarely because they were always together but for the past month overseas, their bond was open more frequently.

There wasn't day that went by that Klaus didn't miss Bonnie. He missed her warmth. He missed her laughter. He missed her kisses. The hybrid was completely distraught over not having his lovely Sienna near him. Not falling asleep with his wife in his arms or waking up to her for a month had been hard. It was something he had to get used to and he hated doing it.

He would call her every morning, every afternoon, and every night preferably when she was about to go to sleep. Now that he was back in New Orleans and not preoccupied with anything, Klaus was able to talk to her whenever he wanted. He couldn't see her just yet though. He had to take care of something before he sees his wife and family. Thinking that it would another hour or so before he sees Bonnie again annoyed him. It wasn't remotely close to having her near him, hearing her voice now made him ridiculous happy.

Klaus felt Bonnie open the bond wider and felt all her worry and loneliness trickle in. Then he was flooded with nothing but the greatest love he ever felt. There was no love like his little witch's love. It was pure and untamed. Bonnie loved Klaus with everything she has and that was exactly what he felt, everything.

Bonnie pressed the phone to her ear hearing Klaus intake of breath as she opened her bond to him. Slowly she closed her side of her bond until it was only a stream passing through them. Moments later, Bonnie felt warmth spread through her chest. A watery smile cracked on her red painted lips as she felt how much her husband missed her. Then she felt his love. Tears pricked at her eyes as she felt it. "More." She whispered to him.

Doing what his wife commanded, Klaus poured all his love to her. Each second that passed, it became more intense to borderline painful. Because he was a vampire, all of his emotions increase tenfold. With his werewolf side, his emotions are more aggressive whether it was seething rage or undeniable love. It was always more.

Bonnie loved when Klaus opened to her like this but there was a caution of giving too much. Ironically, if Klaus would have opened his bond with Bonnie wide enough showing her the true extent of his love, it could kill her. His love could kill her. That was how much the hybrid loved his witch. Klaus' love was just too much, too painful, too great for his wife. No matter how much Bonnie tells Klaus how much she loved him, it would never compare to how much he loved her.

Bonnie felt hot trails of tears slide down her cheeks as he felt Klaus' consuming love for her. No matter how long they been together, she would never get used to how lucky she was to have someone who loved her as much as her husband loved her. Bonnie bit back her whimper when she felt her heart was about burst from Klaus' onslaught of emotions but she didn't care. She loved feeling her husband.

Steadily, Klaus closed up their bond enough until it was only a hum in Bonnie's chest. Even through the hum, she could still feel him. She was a lucky witch, his witch. "Hello, love."

:)I'm so happy(:

Special thanks to the readers from Mrs. Mikaelson checking out my new Klonnie fic, Take Me Home. There will be more Klonnie to come. Now I'm off to sleep. Reviews are always welcomed.