If Bonnie would've predicted her future it definitely wouldn't have involved living with Klaus. She also wouldn't have predicted that she would enjoy it. She's happy. She can't remember the last time she'd been this happy. She had to run away from Mystic Falls to do so and that's confusing.

She's not carefree, far from it, but she's not constantly concerned about the state of other people. Bonnie's the most important person in her life right now, not that she still doesn't love her friends because she does, but it's good for her to be by herself. Sometimes she feels a little guilty for leaving them, but they'll be fine. They have a slew of people who'd help them out if they ever need to. And she's got herself. And Klaus.

While Klaus doesn't actually care about humans, he's fairly in tune with what they need. Or maybe it's just what witches need, and it makes sense because he's had dozens of witches and warlocks work for him. Of course there's Greta and Maddox. Gloria. Tara and Charles. Cecily. She's pretty sure he can remember every witch he's ever met. He also remember these small little details about them. So and so didn't like peanut butter or she had a beauty mark on the back of her neck.

She didn't have to ask him to know that he'd killed witches. It was common knowledge that if you got on his bad side no matter who you were you'd die, but he was always respectful when he speaks of them and that was surprising. Most of them died while doing his dirty work and Bonnie doesn't know if she could tolerate hearing him bad mouth them. He never does though.

But Klaus is attracted to power, and who else is more powerful than witches? So it's completely predictable that he's obsessed with them.

Bonnie has never been one to become obsessed about anything—except vampires and that was short lived. Caroline was…Caroline, and she can't ever really hate her. She'd grown to tolerate Damon, and she thought of Stefan as friend. Yet as a whole, the vampire species could die off and she'd rejoice. s

Klaus though, is ruled by his obsessions: hybrids, witches, collecting dead relatives like trading cards. It's a strange feeling that she holds more weight as a witch than she does as a human. Being a human means nothing to him and at least she knows where she stands. When he asks hers to magic she's expecting it, and when he acknowledges her human aspects it's more of a surprise than anything.

She's standing over a dead body. The chest is split wide open. Skin and flesh flapping in the wind. The ribcage serrated down the middle. Then she's bending down and carefully sticking her hands inside. Cool blood squishes beneath her fingers as she tries to grasp hold of the muscle. Klaus is beside her holding a jar and when she finally pulls the heart free she drops into it. She licks her palm.

Then she looks at his face, dark veins prominent on his ashen features— a vampire. She glances over at Klaus and smiles. He smiles back and helps her stand. "You're going to wash before you get in my car. I still can't get the blood out of the upholstery from the last time." She just giggles and pats his face with her sticky hand.

She wakes up laughing.

She's going over this teleporting spell for the millionth time. She could move little things since the beginning and by the summer after her grandmother's death she could throw Damon across the room, but she's barely able to move more than one big thing at a time.

"Occasionally I would like to come home and find all my furniture where I left it."

"Occasionally I'd like to welcome you home. But you make it so hard." He plops down in the armchair in the corner. She flips it over and smiles when he glares at her. He sets it on all fours and takes another seat. The coffee table and the love seat are mid-air before they start to shake and she drops them on the floor.

"You're going to burn yourself out." She's the strongest she's been without the aid of a hundred dead witches. She's still stronger than she was before leaving Virginia not counting her bimonthly feedings. "I'm fine. I'll just feed again."

"You fed less than a week ago."

"Point?" He yanks her down onto the arm of his seat. She stands up and he pulls her back down. "You're going to hurt yourself…it won't matter how much you feed if you're tired. Take a break. Besides I have someone I'd like you to meet."

"I'm done meeting your friends." He chuckles.

"You'll want to meet this one."

The bell on the door clangs as they walk into the occult bookstore and Bonnie's smacked in the face with the scent of old books. The sun's started to set and the purple-y orange hues match the interior of the store.

They're a few steps in before a middle aged woman, no more than an inch taller than Bonnie stands before them. Her coppery skin draped is draped in a turquoise dress. Her dark hair cropped close to her head. Bright eyes shining. She's smiling. Bonnie glances over at Klaus and his face mirrors hers. It's a little creepy. "You look delectable, as always." Bonnie scoffs.

"Remember you're charm doesn't work on me." Or anyone.

"It did. Not too long ago."

If it's possible she smiles even harder. "It did." And when she steps closer and he opens her arms to embrace her Bonnie feels like she's intruding on this moment. She steps to the side and takes in her surroundings. There's books. And more books. It's actually not much to take in.

She turns back to the couple who's separated but eyes are still focused on each other. Finally, the woman turns her attention to Bonnie and reaches out a hand. "I'm Regina." Bonnie hesitantly takes her hand and she gets flashes of her life. Flashes of her time with Klaus. Magic. Death and life. But most importantly she feels safe. "You're a witch." Bonnie smiles.

"And you're Klaus' new girl." Her smile falters and before she can disagree Klaus says it for her.

"She's sensitive about the title." Bonnie rolls her eye. It's not a title. She's not Klaus' girl. Or Klaus' witch. Or Klaus' anything. "Bonnie will suffice."

"She knows, I've told her about you." She doesn't like to hear that he talks about her when she's not around. Regina wraps an arm around her and sits them down on the sofa in the lounging area. He sits in the plush chair across from them. "What did he say?"

"He told me about your little problem."

"KLAUS."

"BONNIE."

"Wait…what problem?"

"The hybrid one."

"KLAUS."

He leans back in the seat. "I trust her."

"You don't have to. I do."

"You did that little secret witchy handshake. You can trust her, you know you can." She sighs, she can, but it's the principle. "You witches stick together don't you, you had nothing to worry about."

"What if it wasn't okay?"

"But it is."

"You always do this…you're always putting me in unnecessary danger because you think I'll be okay."

"You put yourself in unnecessary danger without my help. And you're still alive aren't you. " Klaus would be the kind of parent that pushed you in the pool when you we're afraid of drowning— Klaus is an asshole. She can feel herself getting worked up when Regina pats her arm. "Maybe you should leave."

He rises to stand. "Are you okay with that?" Bonnie doesn't feel all that comfortable staying with a friend of Klaus'. Especially another witch, despite feeling safe. But she doesn't need him to hold her hand. She half smiles. "I'll be fine." He nods at the witches and then he's gone.

She sits there twiddling her thumbs. It's rude to bring up what she saw, even the non-explicit stuff, but she'll never get over knowing so much about another person without speaking to them. "So…you used to work with Klaus… I mean..I saw that but…"

"Eleven years." Bonnie's mouth drops open. "You're still alive." She smiles. "You're sound surprised."

"'s…so how did you..leave?" Bonnie knew they had a deal, but she couldn't really think about what was going to happen when she was safe to go home. It was an abstract thought; a small part of her didn't think that she'd make it out alive.

"He needed magic, I needed money and a place to stay. It was just business. Then one day I decided that I was tired of it, and that was it. I left."

"That was it? Klaus doesn't seem like the type to just let somebody go." The Martin's had made it seem like Klaus kept Greta against her will, but the more she found out about the witch and how Klaus treated his other witches she questioned it. There's no more laughter in her voice. "He didn't keep me hostage… I wasn't a prisoner, but I paid my dues…I won't pretend like it was all rainbows and unicorns. He's not the easiest to work with, but it's worth it. If you're serious about your magic, which I assume you are, he's got the resources to help you. I can help you."

"Why would you do that?"

"I owe Klaus a favor." The older woman grasps Bonnie's hands in hers. "Do you trust me?"

"I do."

Bonnie never got the chance to talk with witches. There was her Grams, and Luka. The five minutes she had with Lucy, but to be able to sit down and talk when she was immersed in the craft was completely different. She had so many questions, which Regina answered, or gave her a book to look it up in, but there were a few questions that were kind of personal.

She's thumbing the pages of this hippy, new age, health book trying to figure out if it's okay to bring those up when Regina breaks the silence. "That book would probably be more interesting if you actually read it." Bonnie awkwardly smiles. "Probably."

" I can almost see the wheels turning in that head of yours. What is that you want to know?"

"When were you with Klaus?"

"1964 to 75." She hides a gasp. "Don't take this the wrong way, but why do look so young?"

"Tricks of the trade," Regina inflects at the end of the sentence, which tells Bonnie that she should know what she's talking about. "Vampire's blood." Bonnie grimaces. Blood isn't exactly gross and she's had enough of it to know if it was, but drinking it on purpose was weird.

"We're constantly being used by vampires, it just makes sense that we use them right back."

"Yeah, but you drink their blood."

"Don't knock it until you've tried it vamp blood has a lot benefits." That caught her interest. "Like what?"

Regina moves over to thumb the spines of a set of volumes. "Here."

"This whole book is about vampire blood?"

"Blood, organs."

"You can use them in spells?"

"You can use anything in a spell."

"No, but vampires are dead."

"Undead…that makes all the difference." Vampires were just as useless as hybrids were. She never really got what they were supposed to do? Drinking blood and hiding from the sun was supposed to put them higher on the food chain than humans. Such a waste of magic. And most of the ones she'd met personally were jackasses. If they were going to keep making appearances in her life, she might as well learn how to use them. "Is it dark?"

"Don't tell me a little dark magic's got you scared." Bonnie stick out her chest and tries to down the panic she gets when she thinks about it. "I'm not scared; I just usually don't do it."

"You do what you gotta do to survive, and if you've gotta whip out some of the black to save your ass, you do it…I'm not tryna to scare you, but considering the position you're in, you may need to do some things you don't want to do and you'll do it. Forget the consequences." Bonnie's done black magic before for Jeremy, but she doesn't want it to ever become something she does without thought. "I'll remember that."

"I'd expected you to be older." Bonnie shrugs. She'd expect she'd be off to college right now. Expect the unexpected. "He has a lot faith in you."

"I know."

"You need to be careful. Witches are a dime a dozen and he has no problem finding a new one. "

"Good witches aren't though." Regina smiles. "I see why he likes you…I'm not trying to question your skills…I know you've seen my past, and I've seen yours." Her face begins to heat up, she could've seen anything. "I know what you're capable of; I'm just saying be careful…and remember you can call me if you need my help for anything." She nods.

"Because you owe Klaus." She rests her hand on top of Bonnie's.

"Because witches look out for our own."

When Regina drops her off in front of her apartment building, Klaus is waiting for them on the steps. Bonnie waves and runs in through the door, not before Klaus grabs her arm, "did you get what you needed?"

"I did."

An hour later he comes into house while she's stretched out on the couch thumbing through the book. "Are you gonna tell me about Regina?"

"I know you've already seen everything."

"Do you see her often?"

"When I can."

"She said she owed you a favor."

"I'm sure she did." Bonnie looks at him expectantly, " so you're not gonna tell me what you did for her?"

"Why didn't you ask her while you were there?"

"I didn't want to be rude."

"So you don't care about being rude to me?" She ignores the question. "Where'd you meet her?"

"When did you become so obsessed with my past?"

"I'm not. When did you become obsessed with witches?"

"Who said I was obsessed?"

"I'm just stating the obvious."

"What did she tell you?" She smirks.

"Why didn't you ask her while you were outside?"

"Maybe I didn't want to be rude."

"Ha that'd be a first."

Klaus comments on the book that she's started to carry around like a second skin. "It's just a book."" Bonnie turns to him and frowns. "Why didn't you tell me that drinking blood would make me stronger?" Bonnie starts thinking about what Regina said. She wants to be a better witch and working on spells isn't enough. She's skilled and she knows that, but she lacks the power to do what she needs. Klaus has been alive for a thousand of years, and he probably knows way more than he's telling her.

"You didn't ask. Besides you're already increased your feedings to twice a month. How much power do you need?"

"Did you really just ask me that? Oh mighty, powerful Klaus, whose sole purpose in life was to become an unstoppable hybrid, wants to lecture me on power tripping. Okay…cool. That makes sense."

"Power in the wrong hands is useless, and you've got as much power as you need."

"I can never have enough when someone more powerful wants to kill me."

"People want to kill me everyday."

"BUT THEY CAN'T….and I don't want to need your help, I need to be able to take care of myself on my own."

"Calm down…you will in time."

"The time is now."

The last time she'd been awake this early on a Saturday was— never. She'd never been up this early on a Saturday. And she really didn't understand why anyone else would be up this early either. So when her phone rings she contemplates just letting it. If they need something, they'll call back; they do.

Her voice is raspy and dry when she answers the phone and if she's expecting to hear Elena, because Elena's always been a morning person. She's surprised when it's Klaus.

"What do you want?"

"Are you still in bed?"

"Duh. What do you want? It's too early for friendly conversation."

"Early? I thought you'd taken on human hours."

"I did. But it's Saturday."

"Would you like me to call you back?"

"Nooo. Did you need something?"

"Rebekah is acting odd." So nothing. He needs nothing. "Okay…"

"She's being secretive." If she could open her eyes , she'd roll them. "She's a thousand year old vampire. She has the right to have some secrets. You have plenty of them."

"Yes, I do and doesn't that worry you just a little."

"You're right, but Rebekah's not you…where is she right now?"

"She didn't come home last night."

"Is that what you're worried about? You're taking this big brother thing too far…she probably just wanted to get away from you."

"You joke, except I know my sister. She's up to something."

"Doesn't mean it has anything to do with you. You're being paranoid. Is that all you wanted?"

"If I knew any better, I'd assume you didn't want to talk to me"

"You assumed right. You're probably just getting in and I'd just gotten in bed." Considerate people would apologize, say their goodbyes, and Bonnie could go back to sleep. Klaus isn't considerate. "Long night?"

Bonnie could just hang up, but he'd just call back. She sighs and tells him about working with Damon. The details are vague mainly because she's still pretty confused as to why she's speaking to him this early. She forgets to leave out the part about getting bit by Damon. "Did you kill him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't make it a habit to kill my friends."

"He's your friend?" She guesses he is.

"Sure."

"You know what they say, you are the company you keep." She catches herself before she starts to get defensive. It's just Damon. "What's so wrong with him?" He's arrogant. He's self-absorbed. He thinks he's charming when he's really just creepy. The two of them should be besties. "Did you forget that he got your grandmother killed?"

"Never, but I can't hold grudges forever like you."

"I don't hold grudges. I just don't take betrayals lightly and neither did you once upon a time."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I'm afraid all my hard work is going to waste."

"What did you do?" They've had this conversation dozens of times. He thinks she should be grateful for what he's done for her, and she is, but really? "You'd be nowhere without the help of a witch."

"You'd be nowhere without me. I've molded you into the perfect witch, and you're throwing it all away to play supernatural detective with Damon Salvatore."

"Would it be better if it was Stefan?" He takes a while to answer and when he does, she's knows he's smiling. "Actually it would be."

"Wow, you've still got that crush on Stefan— let it go."

"It's not a crush. I just admire his work."

"It's a crush."

He chuckles. "Well let's just agree to disagree."

"I guess we'll have to. I'm going back to bed."

Her muscles are pleasantly sore when she gets up for the day. She hasn't done that much magic in months, but she shouldn't have been sore at all. This is unacceptable.

She attempts to research the spell but her head is clouded with Klaus' words. Maybe he was right. Maybe she is letting herself go. She cracks open a grimiore and does the first spell she finds, and while she can do it, and she had no doubt about that, she's drained.

But today's not the day to worry about it. She's got plans with the girls, and she's tired, and it's probably nothing but a small blow to her pride.

It's still unacceptable.

Girls' night in as a teenager consisted of watching a movie and passing out before the ending credits. Elena always burned first bag of popcorn. Bonnie always ordered the pizza. Caroline always brought the alcohol. Add three laptops while the movie played in the background and it was exactly the same.

Bonnie and Elena watch Caroline shovel slice five into her mouth and she doesn't look like she anywhere close to stopping. Elena leans closer to her. "Where does it all go?"

"I don't even know."

Caroline wipes the sauce she's dripped on her keyboard. "I can hear you guys. I haven't fed today."

"Why not?"

"Because someone who shall remain nameless…just kidding it was Elena, " Bonnie laughs, "woke me up to go shopping before the crack of dawn and kept me out allllll day."

"She's exaggerating it wasn't that early."

"It was like nine. Who wakes up at nine on a Saturday? So she calls me to tell me about this Macy's sale, and you know I like shopping more than anyone, but I'm a vampire and it's in my makeup to want to sleep in."

Elena rolls her eyes and Bonnie laughs. "I wasn't even going to call you, but I didn't want to go alone and Bonnie's phone was turned off.".

Caroline double winks and Elena's face lights up. Too bad she has nothing important to tell them. "Long night, huh?"

"Stop winking at me. I was with Damon." The simultaneous groan is expected.

"Doing counsel stuff?"

"Yeah I guess that's what you'd call it."

"So it's vampires. How many do you think it is?"

"We killed four last night, but they were here doing some kind of spell."

"What kind of spell?"

"I don't know."

"You don't seem that worried."

"I'm not."

Three glasses of wine later, Bonnie's knocked all of the snacks off the coffee table in an attempt to show that she still remembers their cheer routines. Caroline has accidently kicked Bonnie in the head while attempting to do the worm, and Elena's sang (slurred) through half of Justin Timberlake's discography. And after laughing until they cried, the brunette had all but passed out on Caroline's shoulder while Bonnie curled up on the loveseat while Caro IM'd her YouTube videos.

The vampire had started off sending her "this really cute penguin video", which turned into another really cute penguin video, and an hour later they were watching really cute cat videos.

"Isn't that adorable?"

"I guess."

"Don't you like cats?"

"Not really." Elena's eyes pop open. "WHAT? Cats are adorable."

"You're a witch."

"I didn't know that was a requirement. You like bats?"

"Why would I like bats?"

"You're a vampire."

"And I'm a doppelganger." The girls look at each other in burst into laughter. "Yeah you're a doppelganger.

"I can't believe you don't like cats."

"I don't know, I'm more of a—"

"Dog person. Woof woof." The cool breath on her ear makes her cringe. "Why are you so close to me?" Why did Elena give you a key? Damon slides down from the arm onto the seat until there's no space between them. "You didn't have a problem with me being this close last night."

"WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?"

"Bon Bon gave me a sip of her witches brew."

"CAN'T YOU BE NORMAL? I gave him some of my blood." Elena doesn't look like she cares, while Caroline just looks disgusted.

She didn't think about the semi-bite before she asked him to do it. She just wanted it, and that's has Klaus' influence all over it. The number rule of leading a hedonistic lifestyle is doing what you want, when you want, because you want to. "Is there a reason you're here?"

"I can't come see my favorite ladies." He gets three blank stares. "I was actually looking for Bonnie."

"Great. You could've just called."

"Your phone is off." For a reason.

"Well you found me, and if it's about the spell I'm no closer to knowing what it means."

"That wasn't all I wanted."

"Then what else do you want?"

"World peace, to save the dolphins, for you to admit that you want me."

"You know I once killed a vampire because he reminded me of you."

"Oh yeah?"

"I gutted him like a fish and used his carcass as a pot for my plants." They'd kept in the living room for about a month before Klaus complained about it. "This is a little strange, even for me." Ahh, memories. "Is that a true story?"

"You wanna find out?"

"No. I believe you."

Damon makes himself at home next to Bonnie. Legs stretched out. His arms taking up most of her space; one draped around her shoulder. She'd ridiculously close to breaking it. "Liz said she found another dead body this morning." He glares at Bonnie. "It wasn't Stefan." She throws her hand up in defense, she hadn't assumed it was. "Animal attack?"

"Yeah."

"You think it was part of the group I killed last night." He rolls his eyes. "I was there. I don't need you to keep saying who did what."

"I didn't need you tell them that you bit me."

"All you had to do was say you wanted to keep our love affair on the," he leans closer to her ear, "down low." Bonnie turns toward him and sees him smizing. Girls fall for this? Ugh. She lowers her voice, "if you don't stop whispering in my ear I'll rip your's off and chew it like bubblegum." He doesn't stop smiling but he does scoot over.

"Would you really do that?"

"I wouldn't chew it."

Caroline gently pushes Elena so she can rest her head on the couch. "Well I have a perfect idea. You leave so we can finish our girls night."

"That is a great idea. Bye Damon."

"Bye Damon."

"Why can't I stay? I can be one of the girls." He wagles his eyebrows at the witch, "if that's what you're into." Bonnie flicks her wrist and with it goes Damon flying across the room. He stands up and adjusts his clothes. "You don't have to be so rude. I'll leave." He gives the orders to make sure lock the doors, and to not have too much fun without him, because they were obviously having so much with him, and then he's slams the door. Seconds later Elena jumps halfway off the couch. "What was that?" Caroline lets out a sound more akin to a scream than a laugh and Bonnie starts laughing with her until Elena joins in. it's probably the least funny thing to happen all night but they somehow they can't stop.

But that's what girl's nights are about.

AN: I hate saying I'm going to update and not being able to, so I'm sorry about that. I kept feeling like I was losi ng the character's voices, so I keep editing it. And I hope that it doesn't seem all over the place, because I don't think it does, but I know what 's gonna happen next. And I try to balance out the friendship scenes, because it felt there hadn't been one in a while.

But anyway, this week's episode had great Klonnie scenes. That was the first time this season that I'd been really happy after watching an episode and I'm excited to see how the it ends.