A/N: After a month long wait there's finally an update. I fought with this chapter on what I wanted to show and didn't want to show, and what would be important and what's not important. This chapter contains a bit amount of Bamon, but it's necessary and you'll see why. I'm really not happy with this chapter, but hopefully you'll like/enjoy it. Thanks so much for reading and the reviews from last chapter.

Disclaimer: These characters are the creative property of LJ Smith and The CW. No copyright infringement is intended.


Klaus couldn't explain what was happening to him even if you drew him a diagram. He just felt as if something, some force was pushing him inside a box or a very tight space, and as much as he fought he just wasn't strong enough—as preposterous as that notion was—to fight back. This was presumably worse than drowning in a car, being burned alive, or being choked to death. Slow. Agonizing. He shouted as deeply and as loudly as he could but to no avail, he was being quieted, stepped on, squashed like an insignificant bug.

Then there was nothing but silence.

He was unsure of how long his torment lasted but when he came to, he was lying on the floor in a very awkward position. Groaning, Klaus sat up and felt the world spin. He braced his hands on the floor to steady himself. Displacement, that was the best way to describe how he felt, and heavy, much too heavy.

Blinking to clear his vision, Klaus saw Bonnie sprawled out on the floor next to him, eyes wide open staring into nothingness. Seeing her like a broken doll made him gulp thickly. He reached to pick her up, but was distracted by someone stepping inside the bedroom.

It was Damon.

Klaus pursed his lips, stood to his feet, and then he noticed something else was wrong.

He was packing a very prominent and hard erection.

Klaus screamed and started flailing his hands in the air while hopping around.

Damon stared at him pensively before smirking as realization dawned on him. "Never had one of those before. Welcome to manhood."

"Damon…" Klaus snapped his jaws shut, the sound of his voice startling him because it was deep and almost guttural though the voice in his head was several octaves higher and way more feminine. "How do I make this thing go away?" Klaus asked repulsively.

Damon snorted and folded his arms over his chest. "I see your little spell worked. As far as what to do about your pecker…think unsavory thoughts."

"I'll just think about you naked."

"Although I'm very comfortable with my sexuality having 'Klaus' think about me while hard freaks me the hell out. So let's not go there, shall we," Damon visibly shivered. Essentially he was hearing Klaus' voice, but it was Bonnie speaking through him. Nevertheless he watched as 'Klaus' shut his eyes and tried very hard to think of something that would diminish that erection.

"Just what exactly were you two doing before you did your whole body swapping spell…Bonnie?"

"Shush you're breaking my concentration. Damn, how hard is it to make this thing go away?" Bonnie complained.

"Like I said," Damon sunk down to rest on his haunches as he passed his eyes over Bonnie's body on the floor, "welcome to manhood."

"I think its working."

"Smashing. "

"Klaus" opened his eyes, looked down and sighed in relief that there was no longer an object protruding from the apex of "his" thighs.

"All right we need to make this quick. Take my body downstairs, and don't touch me too much."

Damon rolled his eyes and did as ordered with shirtless "Klaus" fast on his heels. Once they were on the main level, Damon placed Bonnie's body on the couch in the parlor while "Klaus" retrieved the duffel bag the dark-haired Salvatore had been instructed to bring.

Bonnie/Klaus rummaged around in the bag and pulled out a syringe. She fumbled with the hypodermic needle, gave up, and held it out to Damon. "Here. You have more practice with this kind of thing, don't you?"

Damon took the needle from Bonnie/Klaus—still had to shake his head over that—and jerked out the man's arm. "I always wanted to stick it to Klaus." He jammed the needle in the biggest vein he could find.

"Ouch," Bonnie said through clenched teeth. "I can feel what he feels."

"Then you're really not going to like what I'm about to do next," Damon said with a smile as he filled the needle with Klaus' blood. Once that was done, he took out another and waved it back and forth. "Let us see that smile."

"Ugh," Bonnie/Klaus groaned and then smiled. The prick of the needle sliding into Klaus' gums made her ball a hand into a tight fist, but she endured the pain.

Pale yellow liquid filled the syringe. Klaus' venom. They would need this for what they had planned for one Katerina Petrova.

As soon as that minor torment was over and done, Bonnie/Klaus headed over to his safe, thought for a moment as she searched through his mental files for the combination. She gasped slightly the minute she realized Klaus had changed the combination to her birthday. How did he even know her birthday?

Disregarding what that meant, she turned the dial until volia the safe door opened and out came Alexander's sword that held the codex for translating Aramaic. She passed the sword over to Damon who stuffed in a duffle bag with the intent of dropping it off with Stefan. Hopefully his little brother would be able to keep his mouth shut about its location long enough for him and Bonnie to make it to Argentina and back.

"I'm going to get the daggers, and then it'll be time for me to switch back into my body."

"All right."

Bonnie made her way through the labyrinth of his house, and felt the first flicker of Klaus trying to fight her. She had to hurry. The real Klaus kicked and thrashed and if this is what being pregnant felt like Bonnie wasn't looking forward to it, only the activity was happening in her brain and not her uterus. Sending out a burst of her own power, her own will she suppressed him but was unfortunately hit with a wave of nausea in the process. A dull roar began in her ears, and a wave of bloodlust hit her like a sledgehammer, and her thoughts fell on one accord. Blood, death, blood, death, blood, blood, blood. Jesus, how did he deal with this all the time?

Bonnie figured it would be easier to stage a coup inside his body, rather than trying to drug him and steal his memories from his brain. Trying to keep someone as old, strong, and powerful as Klaus down wouldn't have been easy and probably would granted them seconds not minutes. And minutes was what they needed.

Nonetheless, Bonnie found the basement where she kept her eyes off the paintings lining the walls, and on the state-of-the-art deep freezer.

In no time flat she entered the code, the freezer opened, and Bonnie took out the three remaining daggers and last bottle of white oak ash. It was a little boggling to see hands twice her size moving things around, but Bonnie couldn't dwell on that. Clutching said items in her hand, she left, and met Damon in the parlor. There were taking them as an insurance policy in the chance Rebekah or even Elijah caught up to them and tried to attempt a robbery. Very ironic considering what she and her partner-in-crime were doing.

Passing over their loot to Damon who quickly stuffed it in the bag, Bonnie/Klaus dropped to "his" knees next to the sofa.

"Are you sure he's not going to remember that you one, hijacked his body, two, stole his blood and venom, three, took the sword, and four, lifted the daggers and white oak ash?"

Damon had several reasons to be concerned with what Klaus might end up remembering. Bonnie had her fears as well, but unfortunately this needed to be done. For a second the young witch did wonder if she had simply asked Klaus for all those things would he have given them to her without question. Well, he would probably still question her and demand answers, but she didn't have time to try to sweet talk him, and she was never any good at that sort of thing anyways.

There was a smidgen of guilt that pricked her, but Bonnie forced that aside, closed her eyes and recited the counter spell.

When she opened her eyes she was thankfully in her own body. Though the world felt like it was way too big and she was way too small to be of anything of substance, Damon lifted her from the couch, grabbed the bag, and left Klaus' house like a thief in the night.


Later that day…

Furious wasn't an adequate enough word to explain what he was feeling, but it was a place to start. He banged on Caroline Forbes' door with enough force to splinter wood and shatter glass. It took longer than he would have liked for her to appear and throw open her front door, with a look of irritation on her face.

"What do you…?"

Klaus reached for her, grabbed her by the throat, pulled her out of the foyer, and slammed her up against her house. He watched in grim satisfaction as her eyes closed on impact the minute her back became one with the siding.

"Where is your fucking witch friend?! She hijacked my body and proceeded to rob me of several important artifacts and I. Want. Them. Back," he seethed between clenched teeth.

"I don't know where she is," Caroline wheezed as she held on to Klaus' hand trying to dig her fingernails into his tough skin to pry him off, but to no avail.

"YOU'RE LYING TO ME!"

"If Bonnie stole something from you what makes you think she'd tell me? That would be dumb on her part because she had to have known you'd come looking for me."

Even though he realized Caroline had a point it still did little to eradicate the fact that Bonnie came to him under false pretenses, did one of her little spells were she quite literally took control over him—just not in the way he wanted—and with the help of that asshole Damon Salvatore they ransacked his house, and left him curled up on the floor like trash.

Now the both of them were missing. Together. They were together!

"Klaus, let Caroline go."

The hybrid looked over his shoulder and saw Stefan standing on the sidewalk. He flicked his eyes back to Caroline, pursed his lips and released her. She coughed automatically and spared Stefan an eternally grateful look. Klaus had been on the fence whether to kill Caroline just for wasting his time or as a preemptive strike against Bonnie for defying him yet again. He would have regretted his rash decisions for a day perhaps but he would have gotten over it.

"Caroline are you okay?" Stefan asked. Caroline mutely nodded her head and massaged her sore neck. "Go back inside. I have it from here."

Throwing Klaus a scathing look, Caroline slipped back inside her home and closed the door.

The two immortals faced one another and Klaus marched to the edge of the porch. He liked towering over people and refused to move from this spot since it gave him an advantage to look down his nose at Stefan.

"I know where Bonnie and Damon are."

"Do you now?" Klaus plastered a smile on his face that was anything but friendly, warm, and genuine. "And just where is your degenerate brother and that renegade witch?"

"Not here obviously."

"Don't get glib with me, Stefan. I'm not in a teasing mood today," he marched down the stairs.

Stefan smiled but then his smile turned into a glare. "I'm so disappointed in you, Klaus. You had one," and Stefan held up a single finger, "job to do and you let it fall through the cracks."

Realization dawned on Klaus and he laughed bitterly. "Fucking Silas. Why aren't you after them?"

"We can talk but not here."

Before Klaus could open up his mouth to speak he was standing on the cliff overlooking the quarry. He jumped back a few feet away from the edge and turned to face Silas in Stefan's form who was leaning casually against a tree.

"The fuck?" Klaus cursed. "What did you just do? Did you teleport us here?"

Silas/Stefan shrugged. "Maybe we're inside your head…or mine…or maybe this place is real."

"I don't have time for this Matrix shit."

"You don't have time for anything these days. I specifically told you to bring me the cure, and you haven't done it."

"I still don't understand why it's so bloody important for me to bring you the cure."

"I like the symmetry of it," Silas answered. "From one hybrid to another. Just like you enjoyed the symmetry of sacrificing three women to break your curse. Wherever Damon and Bonnie have gone to retrieve the cure, I want you to get it and bring it to me once they return, and then…"

"And then?" Klaus muttered impatiently.

"You get to kill Damon Salvatore."

Klaus tilted his head inquisitively. It went without saying that he would enjoy ending Damon but his death would profit nothing and Klaus was all about killing with a purpose these days. Note the sarcasm.

"Is that supposed to be my reward for being a good dog?" Klaus asked derisively. "Sorry, though tempting as it is, why would I waste my particular brand of skills on an insect like him?"

"Very good question indeed. Damon's death would serve a purpose, though," Silas/Stefan grinned knowingly.

Klaus exploded until the veins in his neck were visible. "Stay out of my gotdamn head!"

"Stop being a strong broadcaster and I will. Think about this, Klaus. Walk with me here. I can no longer use Jeremy or Bonnie's Grams against her. Her will has grown stronger and I do believe I have you to thank for that," Silas/Stefan threw another glare his way to which Klaus winked. "She's turned defiant and that defiance has built up a sort of immunity."

"So you mean to use Damon as the bargaining chip to get Bonnie to lower the veil. Why would she want to bring back the vampire who turned her mother? Her relationship with Stefan and Elena are on shaky ground. Why would she unleash hell for his worthless ass?"

Silas plugged his lips and remained silent.

A crestfallen expression came over Klaus' face. "Are you suggesting she's in love with him?"

"No…not yet. Maybe one day. You know that saying, Klaus, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but how close is too close? I don't think you want to find out considering you have a hard on for Qetsiyah's progeny."

Klaus frowned. "You call her Qetsiyah's progeny."

"It amazes me that none of you have stopped to question why Bonnie is so essential when there are other Bennett witches out there. Sure they might not be as powerful, but Bonnie is the key because she is Qetsiyah's heir. The one she poured her power into, the one out of hundreds, Qetsiyah handpicked out of her bloodline to do what no other witch can do. And we might as well stop calling the cure the 'cure' because that's not what it is. Not by a long shot."

"What is it?" Klaus almost didn't want to know.

Silas approached…and then flicked the lapel of Klaus' shirt, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Suddenly a loud pop resounded in Klaus head, and an instant later his eyes flew open. He was lying on his living room floor. Again.

Spewing one expletive after another Klaus picked himself up off the floor. Rage filled his belly but Klaus tempered it and remembered never to let anything rule or have dominion over him. He closed his eyes in a poor attempt to calm himself. He was done being some asshole's puppet, and people fucking with his head. Things were going to go his way from here on out.

"Niklaus?"

Sighing, Klaus opened his eyes and saw Elijah staring at him quizzically. "What? I'm in the middle of a crisis, Elijah and I haven't the time…" his words were cut off as Elijah thrust an envelope in his direction.

"It's from Miss Bennett. She asked I give you this."

Impertinently, Klaus snatched the envelope out of Elijah's custody and ripped it open. Inside was a handwritten note and his aquamarine eyes flew over the words, but there weren't that many words to begin with.

"'Don't look for me. I'll explain when I return. Bonnie,'" his head jerked back up and he glared at Elijah as if he were withholding the rest. "This is all she gave you to give to me?"

Elijah nodded.

Don't look for her, his ass. She was in no position to make demands of him. She was in league with Damon Salvatore and they were God knows where. Silas' words or more accurately his speculation came back to him. The mere suggestion that Bonnie Bennett would ever fall in love with Damon was laughable, but…

Klaus also remembered Rebekah's teasing just nights ago where she had alluded to Bonnie and Damon being on a romantic date. It was all rubbish, he knew that because Bonnie had been falling into his web. Hadn't she? But Klaus had caught them together red-handed…and Damon confessed that they had kiss, but he could have been lying about that.

Whatever Klaus had read and was currently thinking didn't appear to be good, Elijah noted of his brother's puckered lips and the murderous glint in his eyes.

"You mean to find her, don't you," Elijah stated the obvious.

"Yes," Klaus replied and began to advance out of the room, but then was overcome with an overwhelming urge to remain in Mystic Falls. He couldn't understand it when only a moment ago he was more than prepared to tear the world apart to find and drag Bonnie back by the hair.

Nostrils flaring, Klaus stared at the note in his hands, and then noticed there was a white, chalky residue on his fingers. "Bitch!"

Laughing gaily, Klaus left behind a confused looking Elijah. When Bonnie returned he was going to teach her a very valuable lesson on what he did to witches who used their power on him.


There was a presence pounding at the base of her skull. No matter how she shifted against the plush leather seat, that presence refused to budge. Bonnie had felt it once before, right before she discovered the truth about vampires being real, and three numbers kept repeating inside her head like an annoying albeit catchy song that everyone else loved and you hated. The presence didn't detach itself until things had become full circle and her butthole of a history teacher Mr. Tanner had been killed.

She just knew something wasn't going to go according to plan on this trip. Constantly Bonnie tried to see if she could peer into the future, or at the very least will success into existence, but she would hit nothing but a void or some static interference that wagged its gnarled finger back and forth saying "Un-un, try again."

Redirecting her gaze out the small window, her vibrant eyes were greeted to clouds and blue sky.

Damon could feel the tension and apprehension pouring off the young witch. It was getting on his nerves and making him unnecessarily jumpy. Every single time the flight attendant would pop up at his seat and ask if he wanted another small bottle of bourbon, Damon swore his skin wanted to peel right off his bones. Prior to hoping on their flight to Buenos Aires, they had engaged in a blood exchange so they could be able to sense when one was in trouble in the off-chance they were separated. Bonnie hadn't exactly bought into his seemingly innocent proposal and figured he just wanted a hit of her blood to tie him over until they landed in Argentina. Damon shrugged. He was a vampire and he was always thinking about blood. Came with the territory.

Now, in hindsight he wished he hadn't suggested it.

Damon was getting feedback from a particularly disturbing gateway that he honestly wanted to slam the door closed on. Bonnie was thinking about Klaus and what he might do once he regained, if he hadn't already, consciousness and realized what they did.

Reassuring people was not his thing, but he feared if he didn't say something that Bonnie would be too distracted to carry out the rest of their hastily although carefully made plans.

"This is going to work," he shattered her brooding.

The sound of his voice startled her, and Bonnie whipped her head to look at him. "I hope, but what if it doesn't?"

"When did you become such a pessimist, Judgy?" Damon relaxed against the seat and closed his eyes.

Bonnie rolled hers and sighed heavily. "I'm not a pessimist but a realist. There's no telling what Silas or Klaus will do once they figure out what we've done and that we're missing."

"Silas and Klaus can go fuck themselves. We're gonna find Katherine, fuck her up, get the cure, return, and use it as a weapon on one or both of their asses. The plan will work. Failure isn't an option."

Bonnie studied Damon for a moment. Something about him had changed but she couldn't exactly put her finger on what. Then she realized something that should have been glaringly obvious.

"You want to use the cure on Silas or Klaus…I thought you wanted Elena to have it?"

Eyes still closed, Damon still managed to make one of his legendary faces. "If Elena had become a vampire a long time ago then all of this could have been avoided. Is she really good to anyone human? I don't think so. Plus, she doesn't even want the cure. She's not sired to me anymore, and her humanity…it'll come back. Maybe in a few decades or centuries, but she'll be something like her old self."

"You're prepared to wait that long?"

Damon shrugged in a non-committal fashion.

"I don't think Stefan will ever be okay with Vampire Elena," Bonnie remarked.

"Screw him. It's not his life or his choice, but Elena's."

Bonnie snorted. "That's funny coming from the vampire who tried to dictate every waking moment of her life whenever it happened to be in danger."

Damon's eyes opened and he glared at Bonnie, but then found he really couldn't argue the point.

"You like this Elena because she's more horrible than you…at the moment, and the heat has momentarily been removed from your back," Bonnie went on to say.

Damon smirked and went back to fake sleeping.

"You want my honest opinion about something, Damon?"

"Nope."

"I think you'll meet your match but I don't think its Elena."

Against his wishes, Damon was staring at Bonnie again, but this time he was trying to ascertain if he should read between the lines. Bonnie held his stare for a total of five seconds before looking out the window once more.

"I think sometimes we see something we think we want, and another option presents itself. An option we never thought we'd ever want because it represents everything we're against. But it's that option that really challenges us pushes us to our limits, and hopefully once the smoke clears and the dust settles we're better people for it. Then again, not everything ends in happily ever after."

"Why do I get the distinct impression you're talking about you and Klaus."

Bonnie cracked a tiny smile, but didn't mutter a single word in confirmation or denial.


The next day—Palmero Viejo

Katherine knew when she was being followed. You didn't live to be a hot five-hundred year old vampire who's spent all of her immortal life on the run and not pick up on the vibes that you're being tailed. Though it was flattering that her stalker thought he could catch her unawares, Katherine continued on with her shopping, stopping at various vendors, speaking fluent Spanish, inquiring the prices of trinkets that sparkled and shined since she always had an affinity for nice and glamorous things.

"No, no, no that's too much," Katherine said to one overzealous vendor who was trying to haggle over a pair of cubic zirconium bracelets. Diamonds were a girl's best friend after all. She wanted the real thing not knock-offs.

Moving to the next vendor, Katherine smiled and slipped off her shades. "I'd like two of those necklaces and I want them for free."

"Si, senorita," the vendor hastily agreed and plucked the ruby necklaces from the display tray and placed them in a jewelry box.

"Ouch," Katherine hissed, and rubbed the burning pinch resounding from her back. Slowly she pivoted in her boots to turn the culprit into a meal. "Y-you little…" Katherine couldn't get the rest of her insult out before she began to feel off, poisoned. That wasn't vervain she had just been injected with.

She swayed on her feet, the sun was much too bright and Katherine felt like she was just seconds away from bursting into flames. She felt this way only once before. A bite. A bite from Klaus. Grabbing a hold of the table before she lost her footing, Katherine told herself to relax and remain lucid enough to hail a cab and jet back to her hotel.

"You don't look so good, Katherine."

Growling at the familiar voice, Katherine faced her vampire-child. "Damon…what did you…?"

Damon caught Katherine in his arms, smirked, and patted the back of her head. He had moved too quickly for anyone to realize he had snapped her neck.

Within minutes he returned to the hotel where he and Bonnie were camped out in dragging Katherine behind him. He dumped her on a chair that had been placed in the middle of the living room, and slipped on a pair of gloves. Damon made quick work of chaining her down.

Bonnie stepped out of the bathroom closing the door behind her and joined the pair in the living room. "I can do this the easy way and try to find the location of the cure in her thoughts, or we can do this the hard way."

Damon stood to his full height, hands on his hips, eyes on his accomplice. "The hard way naturally."

Nodding, Bonnie moved into position and stepped between Katherine's legs. Klaus' venom was already doing a bang up job on the brunette. She looked horrible, sweaty, unkempt in only a matter of twenty minutes or so. Apparently the hybrid's venom worked with the same quickness and lethalness as cobra venom in humans.

Having someone beg for their life never really appealed to Bonnie, but she couldn't say she wasn't the least bit curious to hear what Katherine would say once she realized that her time on this planet was almost up.

"How much longer do you think she'll be out?" Bonnie asked.

"Maybe for another five minutes or so. Could be longer though now that she's infected."

Bonnie made brief eye contact with Damon. "You have the blood?"

"If she doesn't tell us what we want to know she's not getting a damned thing."

Moaning caught both Bonnie and Damon's attention and they redirected their gazes to Katherine who was slowly waking up.

Katherine's head lolled on her shoulders until it craned backwards and she was staring at Bonnie with dead dark brown eyes. Her forehead was covered with sweat, her lips dry and cracked, and her skin was ghostly pale.

"Hello, Katherine," Bonnie greeted. "Where's the cure?" she was done with the pleasantries.

Katherine's laugh was hoarse. "Pumping me full of werewolf venom…clever…but you do realize that if I die then the location of the cure dies with me?"

"Oh, you think we haven't thought of all the variables, Kat," Damon winked and moved into her line of sight. "I have to thank you for teaching me the importance of having all bases covered."

"Yea! Me," Katherine cajoled. "And let me thank you for taking the initiative to end my life. Now that means I can stop wearing down the heels of my boots running from Klaus."

Bonnie leaned down so she could be at eye level with Katherine. "What makes you think you no longer have to run from Klaus?"

"Yes, love why do you think your time of running from me is over?"

Katherine sucked in a deep breath at the sound of the Original Hybrid's voice. She squirmed in the chair trying to break the chains that also happened to be covered with vervain, but to no avail no amount of wiggling was going to free her. Katherine licked her parched lips and then watched as Bonnie stepped aside so that she could make eye contact with the man she betrayed five centuries ago.

Klaus sauntered over to Katherine who looked absolutely ready to bolt out of her skin, if need be, just to escape him.

"I've held you prisoner like this once, but that was before I broke my curse. Now my venom courses through your veins killing you as each second passes, and it's a beautiful thing to behold, Katerina Petrova. You can end your torment now by telling me where the cure is."

"Why do you want it?"

Klaus waved a finger back and forth. "I only want answers from you, bitch, not questions. My blood for the cure. It's an easy exchange, Katherine and one you'd be foolish not to take."

An evil smile twisted Katherine's face. "Then consider me foolish, Klaus. I'm not telling you shit."

The hybrid moved away. "Then you leave me no choice."

Katherine's eyes blinked and her mother was standing before her with the rest of her family surrounding her. But it was the baby in her mother's arms, her baby, that made Katherine's breath hitch. "Mama," Katherine switched to her native Bulgarian. "Mama is it really you?"

What happened next, Bonnie would never forgive herself for doing, but it unfortunately led to the results she and Damon needed.

Katherine watched helplessly as Klaus walked behind her mother, smiled before jerking her head violently to the right and buried his fangs in her. "NO! Stop it!" she raged.

"And that's just the start," Klaus muttered moments later, mouth covered in blood. "I will slaughter each one of your family members right before your eyes, Katherine, and I'll keep doing it until you give me what I want!"

"Fucker!" Katherine shrieked madly.

A body dropped to the floor, the sound of a baby's wails filled the air. Katherine struggled against the chains as tears rolled down her cheeks. Irately she glared at Klaus who wiped blood from his lips before she looked at Damon and Bonnie with hate burning in her eyes.

"You're going to stand there and let him kill my family?! Help them and I'll tell you where the cure is!"

"No more games, Katherine," Damon ordered coldly. "Where is it and what traps do you have in place that would prevent anyone other than yourself from getting it?"

Katherine's attention went back and forth between Damon and Klaus who had moved on to her younger brother. This couldn't be real. They were already dead. Klaus had killed her family centuries ago. But everything seemed too real. The fear on her family's faces. Yet it was the wail of her child as her baby was snatched and taken away from her that slammed into her with sobering clarity.

That pain ran deep and Katherine had buried it under years of cunning, but it was all being uprooted. She was that unmarried peasant girl who ruined her family by conceiving a bastard as a result of her indiscretion. The disgust on her father's face, the disappointment in her mother's eyes, the whispers of the other villagers.

But her child, the only innocent part of Katherine had been taken from her. Klaus was going to kill her baby.

Tears ran down her cheeks and to her horror Klaus bit into her brother. A choked cry escaped her lips. If she told maybe he'll spare her daughter.

"Fine, I'll tell you," Katherine said in defeat and coughed up the information on the whereabouts on the cure. As soon as she purged her system, she stared blankly at the floor in front of her.

Damon looked at Bonnie and infinitesimally nodded his head. Bonnie stopped the illusion.


Two nights later—Mystic Falls

"You did what you had to do, Bonnie. It wasn't real what Katherine saw."

"It was real enough, Damon. I tapped into her most painful memory and used it against her. I just never…I just never thought I'd do something like that. I wouldn't want someone to do that to me."

Standing on the concrete step outside of the front door of Klaus' home, Bonnie tried to abolish the memory of the lengths she had taken to get the cure away from Katherine. Damon couldn't see what she had been making Katherine see, and though none of it was real, the emotions that ransacked Katherine had been real, and those Bonnie got a front row seat for. She felt Katherine's fear for her mother and brother, but it paled in comparison to the fear Katherine felt that Klaus would do to her child.

Guilt slammed into her, but she couldn't afford to feel it at the moment since she was just seconds away from being totally alone with Klaus who probably wanted her head on a platter.

The minute Damon returned after retrieving the cure, he and Bonnie actually debated whether to inject Katherine with Klaus' blood. They saw no value or reason to save her life; however, the moment felt eerily similar to how she figured Damon and Stefan decided her and Abby's fate.

"Just give it to her," Bonnie had relented. As much as she may have wanted Katherine to die, Bonnie didn't think it right that she decide her fate. Plus, she felt horrible for what she did to get Katherine to talk in the first place.

Damon said nothing though Bonnie knew he had been burning with objections. If he wanted his maker to die that would have to be his call. Bonnie wanted nothing to do with it.

Though self-derision gnawed at her, Bonnie continuously told herself she had to do what she had to do.

Lifting her finger she rang the doorbell.

Right on time. That seemed to be the only thing to go his way in months. Sauntering to open the door to his estate, Klaus tempered himself not to pull Bonnie inside by the arm uncaring if he dislocated it in the process. She had violated him with magic, stole from him, and jumped countries with that bastard Damon Salvatore. Despite all of these offenses stacked against her, it did little to offset the excitement that ran through him at seeing her.

Nonetheless, he smiled charmingly at her until his dimples were on full display and stepped aside so she could enter.

It was at Elijah's suggestion that he try a subtler approach rather than using brute force to get the truth out of Bonnie. As much as Klaus abhorred kissing ass even he could admit it was needed from time to time. In fact, the more he thought over his big brother's proposal he reasoned it made sense and would catch the witch completely off guard as she would probably be expecting his Mr. Hyde personality to make a grand appearance. As much as he hated to disappoint, Klaus would take the other fork in the road and shower Bonnie with kindness before crushing her to pulp.

Bonnie wasn't deceived by Klaus' welcoming demeanor. She knew she was one boiled potato away from being mashed for consumption. But she had to play this carefully and hopefully Klaus would allow her to live long enough to explain why she did what she did.

"Hi," she spoke quietly.

"Good evening, don't you look lovely," and tanned Klaus wanted to add. The Buenos Aires sun had been good to her.

"Thanks," Bonnie moistened her lips with her tongue.

That caught Klaus' attention and momentarily distracted him. "You seem nervous about something."

"I'm not. It just feels like it's been a while since I've seen you."

"Seven days, thirteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes but who's counting. You must be starving. Come, let us dine and talk."

Bonnie hesitated before following after Klaus. She knew he was going to explode and had hoped he'd just get it over with instead of going through this whole show and dance to get her to lower her defenses.

Klaus pulled out a chair for Bonnie at the elegantly decorated table.

"Thanks," she sat down.

Klaus was seated across from her before she even had the chance to unfold her napkin and drape it over her lap. Fine dining wasn't her thing. There was more silverware on the table than Bonnie had in her entire house.

"So where have you been hiding since the night you snuck into my room?" Klaus poured wine into his goblet.

"How long are we going to do this?" Bonnie threw out her own question. "How long are we going to pretend that you don't know what I did?"

"Straightforward…that's what I like about you, Bonnie. A woman after my own heart. You see," Klaus made a steeple of his hands and rested his elbows on the table. His aquamarine eyes began to stare at her stonily. "You came to me under the pretense of seduction, and though I don't mind I would say your technique needs some work. You took over my body, stole the sword, the daggers, and the last of the white oak ash, and I'm sure you took something else though I can't for the life of me figure out what that might be. I would have gladly given you those things, Bonnie…"

"Would you? If I popped up on your doorstep and said 'Hey Klaus you mind if I borrow XYZ' you would have handed them over without expecting some kind of payment in return? You're not altruistic. Any time you grant someone a favor you screw them over in the process. Are you trying to tell me I would have been different?"

"Don't you get it!" he slammed his hand on the table which toppled over his drink, the glass breaking into pieces. "You are the only person I would do a favor for. I meant what I said, Bonnie, that I owed you because you saved my life. But no…" Klaus slid back in his chair and thrummed his fingers on the table, "I wouldn't have given you shit without getting something in return."

The two of them grew quiet.

"You have the cure?" Klaus broke the silence with a question.

"No."

His lips shriveled with displeasure. "Don't. Lie. To. Me."

"I'm not lying. I don't have it."

"Then who does? Salvatore?"

Instead of answering out loud, Bonnie shook her head.

Now he was truly and thoroughly pissed. Bonnie didn't know about the sentence that Judge Silas had hanging over his head, and he could easily tell her, but Klaus doubted that would have any kind of bearing on Bonnie. She was a person who looked for a means to an end. She wouldn't care if he was overwrought with homicidal hallucinations for all eternity; hell she might actually feel the sentence was too light on account of the hell he raised over the last millennia.

"Tell me," Klaus demanded on a low growl.

"Why? So you can give it to Rebekah, give it to Silas? No," Bonnie shook her head, and then tossed her napkin over her plate. A plate that was laden with food she had never tasted a day in her life.

"What are you planning?" Klaus decided to give it another shot from a different angle.

"Nothing for you to worry about."

"Gotdamn you woman! I can help you! Or is it only Damon's help you want?"

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "I don't need your help. And help with what?" Bonnie asked. Getting in the way would be more accurate. "You know, coming here was a mistake. I wanted to apologize for what I did, but forget it. After all the shit you've pulled I'm the last person who should be apologizing."

Bonnie was out of her seat and walking briskly towards the front door only to have the way barged by a very irate Niklaus Mikaelson.

Klaus was doubly furious. Bonnie was deflecting and it didn't escape his attention she didn't deny needing Damon's help. That infuriated him more than anything, and plagued him with questions. Exactly what did she see that pathetic excuse for a vampire as? Her confidant? Her confessor? Her future lover?

Only over his dead body, Klaus reasoned.

"It's taking all the control I have not to rip your heart from your chest, sweetheart because of your insolence. Do you know what a human heart looks like? Like a fist wrapped in blood! At every turn I make you outsmart me like some sly fox, make me do and say things I never imagined myself doing, and here you are holier-than-thou and jeopardizing my life in the process."

Bonnie frowned. "How am I jeopardizing your life?"

"Doesn't matter. I want the cure. You want Silas dead, and I don't see how we can't trust one another to see to it that everyone gets what they want."

"What do you want with the cure?"

"To destroy it," Klaus smiled amiably. "You don't think I want it in the hands of my enemies who will try to use it against me."

Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. There were still too many variables left for her to work out and Klaus throwing in his monkey wrench wasn't helping matters.

"I don't trust you, Klaus. Not with something this big."

"I don't trust myself either, but it has nothing to do with the fucking cure or that buzzard Silas. The only thing that matters…" he dramatically paused and stared directly into Bonnie's eyes. Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze. "You've never given me an answer to my proposal, love."

"I can't think about that right now."

"Why not?" his anger was returning. "What's so important that it can't wait another day? You've put off living your life to make others happy and what has it gotten you? Better yet, what has it cost you? With me you'd never have to exhaust yourself and not know your efforts are appreciated. Fuck everyone else."

Bonnie snorted and rose her eyes to the ceiling before making eye contact with Klaus. "It's just that simple, hun? Fuck everything and let innocent people die because some lunatic is up and walking and it's my…"

Klaus knew she was about to swipe out her blame card. He braced his hands on her shoulders. "It's not your fault. It was that shitty professor who filled your head with lies, and the Salvatore's who wanted their girlfriend's mortality to be reinstated. You jumped on board because you love, or I should say loved Elena. Let them clean up their own fucking mess for once. There's something much more fun and I daresay fulfilling that you could be doing with your time."

"Really?" Bonnie wondered skeptically. "Like what?"

Klaus cleared what space separated their bodies allowing Bonnie to get a feel for what being near her did to him, physically speaking. "Like me. We could be going at it right now."

Bonnie pulled away partly in disgust and then that other side of her purred with yearning.

"Aren't you tried of fighting it?" Klaus circled Bonnie until he stood behind her. He placed his hands around her waist. "Aren't you tried of fighting me? You're drawn to me. I sense it. Close your eyes. Do it."

Fighting his appeal was a lost cause, Bonnie decided. She closed her eyes.

"What do you see?"

"Silas dead and rotting under my feet," she replied.

That earned her a kiss to the outer shell of her ear. "What else do you see?"

The images came to Bonnie automatically. She saw herself making out with Klaus in front of the fire just prior to him tearing off her clothes, before shedding his own.

Her eyes popped open and her cheeks warmed considerably. "I see myself leaving this house and never coming back."

"You're a terrible liar, Bonnie. You want me, little witch," his puffy bottom lip brushed against her cheek, and Klaus felt her shiver. "Just as I want you."

"I can't…" something twisted inside of Bonnie and if she had to guess what it was, she would say it was the last remaining drop of her innocence.

"Stop fighting!"

That was so easy for him to say. Had he ever been conflicted about anything in his entire immortal life? Had he ever walked down the path of righteousness even if he were shunned for it, and had to walk down it alone? Had he ever had to let go of something that he coveted for the greater good? Had he ever had to deny his happiness to make someone else happy? Had he ever forced a woman to relive her most painful moment just because she was withholding something you needed?

Bonnie's head was throbbing. There was too much junk in it and she wanted it all gone. Forever.

Klaus' voice in her ear, little by little began to flush away the noise and calm her down.

"If the world were to end tomorrow what's the one thing you've never done that you would regret leaving this earth without doing?" the Original hybrid inquired.

Bonnie panted raggedly. The list was too long to just narrow it down to one thing. But on the top of that list was…

She turned in Klaus' arms, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and sealed her mouth over his. Immediately his lips fought for dominance, and the animal part of him howled at her submission. Bonnie melted under and against him like sugar as he kissed her speechless.

After what seemed an eternity passed, Bonnie pulled away with slightly glassy eyes. "I'm tired of feeling alone and empty. I don't want to feel that way anymore."

Nor do I, Klaus thought but would never vocalize. Instead, he ran his fingers down the slope of her cheek. This slip of a girl had done a number on him and other than kissing and performing cunnilingus on her, she shouldn't have been away to get under his skin like a splinter, but she had.

He wanted her and he was going to have her. Tonight.

Klaus took her lips again, nearly brutal, one hand holding her behind the neck, the other kneading one cheek of her ass. Bonnie whimpered, felt her feet clear the floor, heard the sound of dishes crashing to the floor and then…

Her back hit the table and she really thought she was going to go through it. By the time the jarring sensation of hitting wood was over, she was staring up at a shirtless Niklaus hovering above her, jaw slack and red lips swollen to ridiculous puffiness. Bonnie was overwhelmed by the sudden urge to take those lips—preferably the bottom one—between her teeth and squeeze for dear life. Bite down until he roared in pain but the sadist in him would probably enjoy that.

Klaus had unleashed something in her, or more accurately the Expression coiling within her blood and soul augmented her carnality.

But Klaus had locked on to her signal. The flames from the candles deepened the olive tone of his skin and made his blue eyes nearly indigo. Her eyes fell once more to his lips, his most attractive feature in her opinion, and right now Bonnie wanted those lips to be put to good use on her mouth, on her throat, on her breasts, on her belly, but most importantly between the lips of her pussy.

"Do you want me?" Klaus asked.

She shouldn't, but Bonnie muttered. "I do," and slipped out of her shirt. "I want you, Klaus."

Chapter end.

A/N: Don't worry the smut is coming next chapter I promise. Personally I feel this chapter was all over the place and something's were complicated and a little hard to describe i.e. the Bonnie/Klaus body swapping, and then I debated whether or not to write the Katherine illusion scene, but it was important. I think I'm going to take a break from the Silas/Cure business so I can go more into Klonnie, but don't expect things to become fluffy, or overly romantic between those two. Bonnie is still going to be fighting something's tooth and nail, and of course Klaus will love trying to change her mind. Until next time, love you guys!