In lieu of the darkness, Bonnie had activated a tiny flare of magic in her blood. As she smeared it on the wall it lit up, acting as small candles. It kept her from stumbling and faded only after she'd reached beyond it's need. Now it showed her the phasing Original had found her.
"Mo—"
Her words stopped mid-spell as he took her arm to examine the injury.
"Are you alright, Love?"
Bonnie didn't speak, only staring with rounded eyes. She watched as the hybrid leaned closer. His eyes were glowing as his lips neared the cut and she gasped when his tongue slid out to graze it. What the…
Her first thought was of the vampire in him. He was tasting her blood, sampling it. But his licks were gentle, not seductive or hungry. Like when her Grams had babysat a friend's old husky once. She'd skinned her knee and the darling had licked her soothingly.
Bonnie stared, understanding dawning on her. Heats brought out wolf instincts. And what did wolves do when one was injured? They licked the wounds.
He's trying to comfort me. Like a wolf would.
Another aspect of the hybrid she would have never seen coming. His eyes were still in wolf mode, as he continued to clean the cut. Bonnie didn't move, unsure of how to deal with a tender Klaus. She hadn't thought the Original capable of tenderness.
When he was satisfied with his work he straightened. Those glowing eyes met hers. Bonnie couldn't look away, even as his fangs extended further. Still eye-locked he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down hard. Thick blood came running down.
No words were spoken as he offered it to her.
He licks me like a wolf. Then he heals me like a vampire.
Belligerently, she ignored the offering. As if she would ever drink from him.
"Who hurt you?"
The threat in his tone was enough to make her shiver. It was the promise of death, none too painless, none too quick for the party that dared to draw her blood. He would fight her assailant, massacre her assailant, destroy her assailant.
Little did he know, said assailant was herself.
"I…it was—"
She very well couldn't tell him the truth. That it had been a trap to get him here so she could seal him away. It was more sensible to say it was an accident. That way she wouldn't have to worry about him hunting down some innocent hiker.
"I just tripped."
Why was she even giving him an explanation? She should give him another aneurysm and proceed with the plan. But she couldn't just yet. The sealing spell would take more magic than any she'd performed alone. Her magic hadn't quite recharged enough.
Besides, if she ran now that would only lead her back to where she'd started at the school. Who was to say he wouldn't kidnap another friend to get to her again. No, she'd have to play this differently.
Wolf eyes watched her expectantly, waiting for her to drink. Not exactly giving her a choice. He was still bleeding freely. The cuff of his shirt was ruined. Looking to pacify the situation, at least until her magic kicked up, she grudgingly pressed her mouth to his wound. Hot liquid met her lips as she opened up for consumption.
He hadn't released her arm. As she drank Bonnie felt herself start when he suddenly pulled her against him. Her back was at his chest, his other arm wrapped around her. He pressed his nose to the side of her head, nuzzling her affectionately.
"You must be more careful."
She couldn't move. Paralyzed by shock, fear, the absurdity of the situation. Klaus was actually cuddling her now? What the hell was happening?!
She blinked, trying to remain calm.
"Hmmm. You smell exquisite."
Uh oh.
Her body stiffened in alarm. Feeling her tension, he squeezed her even closer. His breath fell hot on her ear as he spoke in a sensual, low manner.
"You're tense, Love. Allow me."
His hands were on her shoulders then, applying just enough pressure to relax her muscles. Bonnie swallowed hard, unable to process. The ever feared Klaus Mikaelson giving her a shoulder massage? This was so beyond belief!
So beyond soothing.
Wait, what? She did not think that Klaus's hands were soothing. Murderous, yes. Scandalous, yes. Dangerous oh hell yes! But soothing? Hell n—
Yes.
Further alarmed by the thought, she jumped away from him. But without her magic he was easily able to keep her close.
"Bonnie."
That tone again. That butter, dripping its way into her pores. Were he anyone but Klaus she'd have melted.
"Why do you fear me when I only wish to give you pleasure?"
He pressed even closer, giving her a feel of his rising member behind her. His arms found her waist as the hybrid groaned his arousal.
"My mate."
Okay, recharged or not she had to get out of this. Out of his embrace, out of his warmth. Damn, Caroline hadn't been lying when she'd said wolves were hot during their heats. Klaus felt like he was on fire. Vampires weren't supposed to feel so hot.
Hybrid. He's a hybrid. Which is why I'm in this mess now.
His fingers began to slide into the bottom edge of her shirt, touching the skin of her belly. That was it. Bonnie set her hands on top of his grabbing them.
"Don't."
To her surprise (and relief) he actually paused.
"Your heart is racing, Love."
Oh, so he'd noticed.
"An Original invading my space will do that," she clapped back.
He still didn't loosen his grip. But his hands didn't continue either.
"I make you nervous."
No freaking shit.
"Well of course you do! You're my sworn enemy! A three day hormone spike doesn't negate the fact that any other time you wouldn't hesitate to kill me, my friends and anyone in my town. After the full moon you'll be back to hunting Elena to steal her blood for sacrifice or whatever it is you do."
She pulled at his hands. He didn't budge them an inch.
"I would never hurt you, my mate. I would only protect you, provide for you, love you until you're screaming beneath me in the wildest ecstasy imaginable. I want to give you the world, all I have to offer. Because you are mine."
Much more articulate than his previous "mine!" What happened between the cabin and here to give him such clarity to speak?
"Hands off, Klaus. I belong to no one but me."
Now she did use her magic. A quick jolt sent him back into the cave wall. She turned to face him, peeved at his nerve.
"You of all people don't get to dictate my love life. I am my own woman, capable of choosing my own partners and I'll be damned if my first is with the likes of you! Not happening!"
She braced herself for another rush. Another "mine" declaration and charge. Instead he stared at her, eyes glowing wolfier than ever. A pleased smile brushed his lips.
"So you are untouched?"
She blinked, not sure what he was getting at initially.
"What?"
Klaus straightened to his full height, appreciation in his demeanor.
"Are you telling me you're a virgin, Love?"
It was Bonnie's turn to burn. In her defensive rant she'd spilled a little TMI.
"That's none of your business!" she snapped.
But the cat was already out of the bag. He knew of her inexperience. Another personal detail of her life was out there. Oddly enough, the hybrid didn't seem to mind.
"It would be more than an honor," he practically purred as he stepped closer, "to be your first, your last and your only. My mate."
"I smell blood. Bonnie's blood!" Caroline gasped once the trio reached the cabin.
Stefan nodded, frowning his concern.
"We'll take care of Bonnie. You just keep Matt safe."
Damon leaned into a tree, sniffing. When he confirmed that yes it was Bonnie's blood, he glanced down the path in which her scent lead. Caroline disappeared inside the cabin.
"She said she would lure him to the tombs," the elder Salvatore noted.
"You think she'd be stupid enough to use her own blood?"
Stupid was not a word Stefan would ever use to describe Bonnie. But her plan hadn't been the brightest.
"I think we'd better follow that trail," he responded.
Caroline quickly reemerged from the cabin with a stone still Matt over her shoulder. Seeing the jock so casually carried by the vampire female would be a humorous sight if not for the circumstances.
"Take him somewhere safe. Damon and I'll go after Bonnie," Stefan instructed.
Caroline nodded.
"Okay, Tyler should be here any minute. The two of us should be able to—"
"Lockwood?" Damon cut in.
"You invited Lockwood?"
Stefan couldn't help but to echo his brother's sentiment. He'd specifically told her to leave Tyler out of it.
"Caroline, we talked about this. It's not a good idea to have him around in his condition."
"I don't see the problem," she protested.
"Tyler's strongest when he's phasing. He'll work extra hard to protect Matt. We need all the help we can get right?"
Damon gave him a look, one that spelled of trouble and a broken promise.
"I'm not putting up with the both of them just to keep his horny secret."
Stefan attempted to shush him with a glare. But this was Damon.
"I mean it. Two doses of wolf piss is way too much."
Caroline narrowed her eyes in confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
Before Damon could destroy two friendships, Stefan gave him a shove.
"We have to get to Bonnie."
His older brother glared at the disrespect but started off in the blood's direction. Stefan turned back to Caroline one final time. He hoped he could communicate the gravity of their dilemma.
"You keep Tyler away from the tombs, got it? If he loses his temper—and we both know he will— Klaus will rip him limb from limb. Literally."
She seemed to be reading him. But would she cooperate?
"Stefan, what did Damon mean by 'horny little secret?'"
His fucking brother.
"You know Damon. Always talking shit," he tried to play it off.
But Caroline Forbes wasn't a fool. When this was over she would want answers.
"I got to go. But keep him away, okay? If you care for him at all, keep Tyler away!"
He'd never actually been into the tombs before but Tyler knew the area they were located. Mystic Falls was his town. He knew everything about it. When he neared the space he immediately recognized Caroline's car parked at the road. Matt was sitting inside. She sat on the front hood waiting.
Her blue eyes were worried when he pulled up beside her. Bonnie wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Tyler—" she began but a metallic smell had him growling.
"Is that blood?"
He wasn't a vampire. Just a mortal wolf but his senses were more advanced than a human's. He could scent blood. And this blood was chock full of natural Earth magic. Bonnie.
She's hurt! Find her! Protect her!
Without waiting for an answer, Tyler was out of the vehicle, chasing down the scent. That hybrid had drawn her blood! His mate's blood!
"Tyler, wait!"
The vampire cut him off and he snarled.
"You can't go down there. Matt needs you."
His wolf had no time for the undead.
"Out of my way vampire. She's hurt!"
He skidded around her. But vampires were faster than wolves and just like at the house she was able to overpower him.
"Tyler listen to me!"
He found himself on his back, pinned to the grass. His mate's blood called to him, begging for his help. For his vengeance against the evil son of a bitch who'd violated her precious skin. His wolf howled furiously into the air, a direct battle cry against the hybrid. If he had ears let him fucking hear. It was on!
"Tyler?"
He had to get her!
"Mate!" he was growling.
His jaws snapped at her, though no fangs were present.
"My mate!"
Caroline blinked but her strength was unfaltering.
"Mate? Whoa Tyler are you finally asking me out? Because the whole snappy wolf thing isn't as romantic as you think," she joked.
He'd had enough of her. He needed to get to Bonnie. She was in danger!
Protect her! Claim her!
"Not you, you undead thing!"
She froze long enough for him to shove her off. Tyler leaped to his feet before storming down the trail. He needed to get to Bonnie. She was his to protect. His life. His mate...
Deep within the walls of the tombs Klaus halted mid-step at the howl. A challenge. A war cry. His lips curled into another smile, one of bloodlust and carnage.
"You stay here, Love," he told his pensive mate.
"There's some garbage I need to clean up outside."
