Hello dear readers. I apologize for the delay. I think most of you will have the answer to your questions with this update. Yes you'll know who was watching Bonnie and Alaric, however there's another twist I threw in there. So check it out. Be warned I am cliff hanging you, but there will be another update soon.

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DB

Thistles & Weeds

Spare me your judgments and spare me your dreams

'Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams

I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind

Alone in the wind and the rain you left me

It's getting dark darling, too dark to see

And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

~I~

Alaric's knees are still weak when he climbs the stairs of his building to his apartment on the second floor. He contemplates, sleeping right there between the first and second levels. His body is useless since he left everything he had to give back in the bed where she still sleeps. He takes a whiff of his fingers; her scent is still heavy on his digits. His tongue darts from his mouth and he can still taste her. Soon he's hard and debating between staying and returning to the house around the corner from the Gilberts.

He slips his key in the lock, noting the gap between the door and the frame. He gently pushes the wood. The tea kettle is whistling and Charlie Parker is weaving his way through the speakers.

"There he is."

His blood runs cold when his visitor speaks. The gentleman dances around the room to depressing sound of the alto saxophone. His arms are up and curving around his body as if there's another person there. With eyes shut in reverence he glides across the floor to the melody until his head snaps up at he pierces Alaric with his gaze.

"Tsk – tsk - I'm not going to drain you – yet."

The teacher is frozen one hand on the doorknob the other willing his heart to beat.

"Klaus."

The name strikes fear in him but its best if their conversation remains private. He closes the door and steps further into the apartment.

"We had an agreement Mr. Saltzman, your life, for my witch."

The man moves with ease, still swaying in time to the beat, he pulls a mug from the cabinet, pours the steaming water over a tea bag, before he adds cream and sugar. In the blink of an eye, he's in front of Alaric, cold fingers wrapping tightly around his neck. He tries not to flinch; he feels the life draining from his body with slightest movements.

Klaus remains still, studying Alaric's face, and twisting his head from side to side. He leans in closer, inhaling the human's skin.

"You smell like her."

He sees the veins and anger in the black eyes searing his flesh with one glance.

"You're fucking her, that wasn't part of our deal."

~II~

Bonnie

Bonnie

Bonnie

At first she thinks the whisper of her name is part of her dream. Then her eyes open and Damon Salvatore is standing over her bed.

"I never invited you in."

He waves her off motioning for her to scoot over. "Your father did, once or twice."

She holds her ground in spite of his revelation. She stares at him and incites his brain to explode. He grabs the side of his head and pushes past the pain. He refuses to go down. She knows the damage is crippling him and still he inches towards her.

"What would Alaric think?"

The words are disjointed and burdened by the pressure weaving its way through his arteries. Still he continues, teeth grinding together, "What would Jeremy think about you fucking Alaric."

The vampire falls to the ground when she relinquishes her control.

"How?"

Bonnie is breathing heavily now, her hands cover her face, and she struggles to retrace their steps. How can Damon possibly know?

"I saw you tonight." There's a wicked gleam in his eyes, "I never knew you could swallow a cock like that little witch." He licks his lips and fingers the bulge in his pants, "You'll have to show me sometime."

She wants to kill him, watch him beg for his miserable second life, but she doesn't.

Who is he going to tell?

Who is going to care?

He reaches for her face and brushes his thumb over her lips, "How are you going to keep me quiet Bonnie?"

He draws a line from her neck, circles her nipple with the tip of his finger, and tugs on the peak.

"Do you want Elena to know how he fucks you from behind?"

He laughs.

"You beg for it - smiling when he pounds into you – such a dirty little girl."

She hates Damon Salvatore more with every word.

"Or I can tell Jeremy how you finger your clit while you ride Ric's face."

She swallows reliving the memory from earlier in the evening.

"You're just like me Bonnie, I can smell you, you're thinking about it – him." His hand slips beneath the covers, "Maybe I can help you out."

She blinks and her mind sends the heathen flying into the wall.

"Get the fuck out."

Damon touches the back of his head, noting the blood on the tip of his fingers, with a smile. He licks the dark liquid and returns his attention to her.

"Big mistake Bennett that was a very big mistake."

Bonnie's heart is still beating rapidly when her cell begins to ring, Jeremy's name lights up the screen and for the first time in weeks she's paralyzed by guilt and shame.