The next morning after waking up, Bonnie goes into the room Cami was laying in. She's awake and rather confused with a huge headache. The last thing she remembers are the people who barged in when the restaurant was closing. When she sees Bonnie, she sighs in relief and gets up to give her a hug. Bonnie hugs her back thankful that her friend is okay. They both sit down on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, Bonnie, are you okay? Those people…" Cami babbles.

"I'm fine," Bonnie says calmly. "The most important thing is that you're okay. I was so worried about you."

"Where are we?"

"A friend's house. I couldn't get into your apartment so I had them bring you here. I'm really sorry, Cami." She felt like crying.

"Why are you sorry? It's not your fault the witches came after you."

"But it…" Bonnie stops when she processes what Cami had just said. "Wait...you know about witches?"

Cami bites her lip nervously. "I know about a lot. I didn't know you were a witch though. I guessed. I didn't know."

Bonnie was shocked. She shook her head in disbelief. It was all too much. "But how do you know?"

"My uncle. Well, my family really. They've lived in New Orleans for years. They dabbled in collecting dark artifacts and magical relics. The city council knows supernaturals exist. They've had a deal with the vampires for years. My family has been on the council for decades. My parents and then when they died, my uncle took over. After my brother massacred a bunch of people in the church, my uncle taught me about the supernaturals of New Orleans. He believed that someone hexed my brother. He figured if I knew about everything, they wouldn't try to come after me." And even then, it hadn't been enough to save her uncle. He also died because of a hex, but Cami was determined to survive better in this world of supernaturals.

Bonnie blinks quickly as if her brain has short circuited. She tries to regain her composure. After all, wasn't this better? Wasn't it easier to have a friend who knew about her world and what she was? "I can't believe it. It feels like I never even left Mystic Falls."

Cami chuckles lightly. "Just be thankful New Orleans is bigger than Mystic Falls. More places to hide."

That gets a laugh out of Bonnie and releases some of her tension. "I suppose that is a plus."

"So, how did you manage to get away from those witches? If I remember correctly, that was August Boudreaux, the current Regent of the French Quarter Coven. You would think she had more manners than flinging someone into a wall."

"It was her. She was threatened because I didn't come to her or join a coven. Plus, I use Expression which a form of magic that's unlimited and uncontrolled. Most witches think it's too dangerous to practice and apparently it's illegal among the witches here. I was saved my another witch...and Klaus Mikaelson."

"Mikaelson?" Cami's eyes widened, "As in the Mikaelsons, the original family of vampires?! You know Klaus?"

"I know them all. There were a lot of reasons I left Mystic Falls. The Mikaelsons coming through the town and wreaking havoc on every unsuspecting soul was one of them." Bonnie rolls her eyes at herself. "And now...guess who's house this is?"

Cami's eyes look behind Bonnie at the decorative letter 'M' insignia carved into the wall of the room. She looks back at Bonnie. "We're in the Mikaelson house?"

"The witches can't track me here. The house has a protection spell on it. I didn't know where else to go."

"But aren't the Mikaelsons the most dangerous group of vampire in existence?"

"I've handled them before. I can handle them now. And I won't let them hurt you either." Bonnie takes Cami's hands. "Because I have a feeling this isn't over."

Later…

Klaus finds Bonnie in the study looking through a grimoire. She's sitting in the window with the light reflecting off her skin. Her face is so relaxed and her eyes are so concentrated on what she's reading. Klaus has urge to paint her just like this and capture this candid moment. He almost doesn't want to interrupt her, but what Elijah had said to him creeps back into his mind and he makes his presence known by clearing his throat.

"Your friend was safely escorted home. I don't think the witches will be bothering her anytime soon," Klaus explains hands behind his back.

Bonnie looks up from the book. On first look, she can see that Klaus looks drained like he hadn't slept or she recalled Tyler looking the same way after he shifted. She remembers the wolf howl she had heard. "You didn't sleep? Was it because of what you and Elijah talked about?"

"My brother has an annoying habit of pushing my buttons. If Hope wasn't home, the conversation would have ended a lot differently." As in the would have had one of their brotherly fist fights. Surprisingly, it was how they talked things out and got each other to see reason.

"Something tells me that if it had ended differently, your sister wouldn't have tried to kill me last night."

Klaus's eyes darkened. "She did what?"

"It's fine. It wouldn't be the first time an original tried to kill me." She gives Klaus a knowing look.

Klaus's fury bubbles inside him. He has to remind himself to talk to his sister when she returns home. The deal was to not hurt Bonnie while she was training Hope. Even Kol had kept his distance by spending more time with Davina and less time at home. "She will be dealt with."

"She already was. I broke her leg and her arm."

Klaus smirks amused. "You certainly are a feisty little witch."

Bonnie smiles slightly. "So what did Elijah say that got you riled up?"

Klaus shakes his head. "Nothing you need to be concerned about. Family business. You wouldn't understand."

Bonnie asks nothing more on the subject. She feels like prying because she knows Klaus is not telling her something. But she also knows he won't answer her directly even if she keeps prying. So she changes the subject standing from the window. "Why do you have so many grimoires?"

"I used to collect them." He strides over to her taking the book from her hands. "My mother was a witch so I spent my whole life around magic. I was curious about spells that could be used to help me and hurt me especially the spell to break the sun and moon curse which took me centuries to find."

"So you killed witches and covens and stole their grimoires?" Bonnie looks at him quizzically.

"Sometimes," Klaus went on, "Sometimes they gave them to me willingly."

"Willingly?"

He bites his bottom lip. "I can be very...persuasive."

Bonnie feels a tingling between her legs. She tries not to think about the tension she feels towards Klaus. "So, um, I need to go to get some of my things from my apartment."

"Like what?"

Bonnie chuckles as if the answer isn't obvious. "Like clothes."

"I can purchase you an entirely new wardrobe."

"You're not buying me new clothes."

"Leaving is far too risky. The witches could still be out patrolling for you."

"There are other things I need to get. Things like Emily's grimoires and mementos from home."

"You have plenty of grimoires here at your disposal. And why would you want mementos from a town you voluntarily ran away from? Memories of Mystic Falls bring you nothing but pain."

"Klaus!" Bonnie snaps, "I told you. I'm not a prisoner! I'm going to get my things from my apartment. Come with me if you want, but you're not going to stop me from going." Her word was final. She wasn't going to let him argue about it with her. She crosses her arms over her chest.

He stares at her, the urge to argue stuck in his throat. Why couldn't she just listen to him? Why did she have to be so headstrong and independent? And why did he have to like it? For centuries, people had kneeled down to whatever he had said. He had intimidated and threatened them until they did his binding. He had done the same to Bonnie years ago. But she still wasn't afraid of him and she still fought back against him even though she knew he could easily stop her from walking out the front door. It intrigued him and made him hold more respect for her than he already did.

He reaches out and pulls on a strand of her hair slowly breaking eye contact only to follow the trail of his hands. His eyes move from her hair to her collarbone to her chest that rises and falls with each breath. He can hear her heartbeat quickening in her chest and the pulse in her neck. She's nervous, he thinks. Just because you deny your feelings, brother, does not mean they are not there. Elijah's words ring in his ears. "Very well," he finally concedes, "Let's make haste. The longer we're out, they more time the witches have to track you."

Bonnie is perplexed. She hadn't expected him to give in so quickly. She had expected a full out verbal fight followed by some mild threatening and some magic defense. But no. "O-Okay." She doesn't know what else to say. His gaze and his proximity are once again putting her at a loss for words. Klaus lets go of her hair letting it fall back into place. He turns towards the door to leave.

"Klaus…!" she blurts out before he can go. He stops and looks back at her. What was she about to say? She had no idea. So she just stands there looking at him with apprehension on her features. She turns red slowly as it creeps from her neck to her cheeks. Klaus stands there looking at her wondering what she was going to say. When he's quite sure she doesn't know either, he turns back around and leaves.