Bonnie had no idea where Klaus thought he was taking them, but when he'd finally stopped running, she realized they were on the outskirts of Mystic Falls, near the forest, where some of the kids from town liked to come and throw parties. She was pissed off, impressed, and worried, all at the same time. He had whipped out his cell phone and had walked away from her as soon as he'd put her down. Not really giving her much time to catch a good breath, to yell, or mentally process what had just happened.
Klaus was agitated and pacing; speaking so intensely and low to whomever it was on the other line that she couldn't really eavesdrop, but knew enough from his body language and tone- he was not a happy hybrid.
The logical part of her understood they really couldn't just high tail it out of town. This creation of his Moms, the former drunk history teacher slash hunter slash friend, Alaric, would be coming for them next; even if Elena and Caroline managed to get away. Running and trying to raise this baby was not an option.
She mentally kicked herself for not thinking this through better before telling him. She should have consulted her grimoire.
Bonnie sighed loudly, earning her a harsh look from Klaus for distracting him, and found a big rock with a flat surface to sit down upon. She would just have to wait for him.
As soon as he ended his call, Klaus sauntered over to her with a most unattractive air about him.
He stood looming over her, his phone clenched in his hand, and his lips pressed flat into a hard line. There was also a difference within his eyes.
They appeared almost as if a switch had been flipped, and he had changed back into the cold heartless jerk he was famous for.
"Are you alright sweetheart," he asked nervously, shocking and confusing the shit out of her, "the baby- it was not hurt from the stress, or you being jostled?"
She slowly shook her head in a no motion, finding her tongue wouldn't obey her brain to speak.
"I understand that you may be upset with my decision love," he continued, addressing her with relief and authority, "but you will come to understand in time, that my family and their safety come first, and I do whatever necessary to ensure..."
Klaus went to pacing in front of her, a bit more calmly than he had been earlier, but still agitated. "Plain and simply put," he stopped short, jabbing a finger back towards town, raking a hand through his hair, completely frustrated, daring her to disagree, "I will kill that whole fucking place; savagely, and with all the fire and brimstone of Hell's fury- before I would ever allow our baby to be hurt!" He threw his cell phone at the base of the rock in another one of his full blown tantrums; shattering it into tiny pieces, as his eyes went red, his fangs protracted, and the spidery veins of his nature marred his cheeks.
Bonnie jumped at his roar and leaned back, feeling a survival instinct kick in; telling her to run. She never would have thought in a million years that Klaus of all people would be this- this- possessive.
Wait, who was she kidding?
This was exactly how someone like him would react. His entire history alone, the rejection, the loneliness, and the yearning for unconditional love, would make the entire idea of this child, his own flesh and blood- something akin to a lifelong dream.
All of the sudden, Bonnie couldn't help but feel more than a little insecure about the whole situation.
She was eyeballing Klaus, this demonic side of him, warily, thinking she just might have to use her magic to protect herself, while at the same time contemplating where exactly she stood with him.
A flash of Caroline and her perfect smiling face clouded up her vision- the blonde bombshell of Mystic Falls.
How could Bonnie ever compete with that?
Deep down she knew that this jealousy she harbored was only playing a second fiddle to her own low self-esteem, but c'mon- she might be pretty, but Caroline, well- she was obviously the hybrid's cup of tea- not her.
And then there were the words that her friend had so flippantly repeated, that Klaus had confessed to her the night of his ball.
"…I fancy you…"
He had never once said that to her. And they had even shagged (she mentally borrowed his own word to describe it).
So, did that mean that she was merely a vessel, completely replaceable, and of no concern once she gave birth?
Klaus had made a point to say that he'd always protect his family. Only referencing their baby afterwards- not her at all.
Bonnie was grey and starting to sweat; her stomach clenching up in spasms painfully. She felt a wave of dizziness overtake her and swooned to lay flat; the rock as hard against her back as the hurt was against her wounded heart.
He'd noticed her trembling in her now supine position, hugging at her middle, obviously frightened by him and his temper, cursing an oath underneath his breath in contrition; having no idea the dark and dastardly thoughts swirling around inside of her brain.
Klaus immediately returned back to normal, going to her side, instantly hating himself (as if he didn't enough already), especially when she flinched- as if he, of all people, was going to rough her up.
"Shh…" he soothed, caressing her forehead with his fingers, nuzzling her neck, his breath tickling the shell of her ear, "forgive me my dearest, I am a complete and utter jack ass at times."
Bonnie barely heard him, too lost in her own despair. She closed her eyes and used her other sight to picture her bedroom. It was safe there. They would be safe there. Yes, she could think, and sort out this mess- there. Her son was depending on her…
Wait, her son?
Bonnie knew, she did- for some odd reason, at that particular moment, that her baby was a male.
Her eyes remained shut, but her smile was pure and radiant. She began moving her lips in chanting, as a feeling of falling through the earth overcame her body.
Klaus witnessed her body shimmering, fading out some, and panicked. Doing the only thing he could think of to keep her from slipping away. "Oh- no you don't witch…"
He bit into his wrist and hastily forced it past her lips, his blood filling up her mouth like the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted.
Bonnie's body once more solidified, as she grabbed at his wrist, sitting up now- greedily feeding from him.
Klaus moaned low in praise, trying to ignore the panic he was experiencing. "That's my girl," he used his other arm to drape across her shoulders, hugging her to him desperately, "you will not ever leave me. Do you hear me witch?"
Bonnie sluggishly nodded against his skin, sighing, while continuing to suckle.
He repeated this mantra to himself over and over, lulling her to sleep against his chest; the beautiful deep sounds of his voice, declaring something deeper than he had ever admitted to any other woman before her. He was confessing, not only that he wanted her, but also, that he needed her.
"You are mine…you will not leave…you will not…I will not let you…mine…all mine…always…"
She had passed out, not hearing him; her head resting into a coma like slumber underneath the crook of his chin, as he gently rocked them back and forth in a type of madness- his madness; the wound on his wrist already healed.
And this was how the black limo that had pulled into the small clearing had found them. Or more specifically- this was how Rebekah had found them.
She confidently climbed out of the back, slamming the vehicle's door before she walked over to two, and perched her designer shades upon her head.
He wasn't even acknowledging her presence yet, and was still talking to himself. "Jesus Christ Nik…" she said impatiently, her fingers snapping in front of his eyes, that were glazed over and vacant, "Hey, snap out of it!"
Her brother still didn't respond and Rebekah knew, from their previous talk on the phone, that they needed to get on with it, especially if they were going to beat the sunset, and gain a head start on Alaric.
So it really broke her heart to do it- really it did (yeah right).
Rebekah hauled back with all her supernatural strength, and cracked her older brother across the face, while screaming. "NICKLAUS!"
He barely flinched but her intent was successful, his eyes now focused on her completely pissed off. "You are lucky wench, that I am holding a pregnant woman." Klaus spat coldly.
She ignored the intended threat to examine her newly done French manicured fingernails, exuding boredom with a shrug. "Likely excuse," her hand went to her hip with attitude, "so are you going to put her in the trunk or what- we have to get going remember."
"Tread carefully," he warned at her insult in reference to his witch, new temper sparking back up with a fresh target, "did you contact Damaris like I instructed?"
"Of course I did," Rebekah huffed, "the warlock is searching for a loophole in mother's spell craft as we speak…wasting precious fucking time, I might add."
Klaus nodded curtly and rose, carrying his delicate and precious cargo cautiously, not wanting her to wake just yet. "And you were able to acquire Bonnie a passport?"
His sister rolled her dark violet eyes. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes; our flight leaves in thirty minutes."
"See- I knew I could count on you," Klaus said patronizingly, patting her on the head as if a small lapdog, walking past his sister regally towards the limo, only stopping to tease before getting in, "well, what are you waiting for?"
He cast a crooked grin at her as she fumed, stomping to catch up to them, as her three inch spiked red leather boots punctured deep holes into the soft brown dirt as she strut.
"Oh, bugger off!"