They spent hours that day flicking through pages of old books, scanning old paintings, searching through piles of old texts, reading languages they didn't understand, well that Bonnie didn't understand. It turns out Klaus is somewhat of a linguist. But eventually they found something, tucked in-between pages of his Mother's old books.

Bonnie glances at Klaus, her hand reaches out to the book but stops and idles in mid air before her fingers meet with the spine. She looks at him, uncertain of whether to touch it or not, frightened that if she did she'd somehow taint the privacy of the pages. Klaus nods once.

"Are, are you sure?" she asks.

He turns his head to her. "Yes" he snaps, "Now get on with it."

She flinches momentarily and grasps the book gently with both hands, pulling it up to rest on her knee. Tiered of flicking through pages she closes her eyes and concentrates on the book. Her mind flashes with words almost too fast for her eyes to pick up, but she catches the words she's looking for. "Page 128" Her voice is strong and commanding. Her eyes and the book's cover fly open in synchronization, followed slowly by its pages flicking over one by one creating an eerie rhythm. Bonnie's eyes do not leave the pages, and gradually they begin to pick up speed.

Klaus watches her in awe. The spell she is using is nothing spectacular or original. But the way she commands the book with such ease, with just two words, the way her eyes do not leave the pages, staring them down, not even a flicker or a blink, she reminds him of someone. He allows himself to glance over to the painting. His eyes meet with piercing blue and he turns away again. How can she still have that effect on him? Even after all this time. He turns his attention back to the book noticing the pages have picked up speed, the sound they make as they turn is almost like a bats wings clashing together as it flies. He can sense the vibes of power radiating from her, he smiles slightly. Then the book stops. He looks at Bonnie and she turns to smirk at him.

"There" she states, tapping her finger down on one of the fragile pages. "There, is our solution."

The two peer down onto the pages of the book. Bonnie soon finds her eyes aren't nearly as strong as Klaus' so she leaves him to do the reading. She leans back against the red velvet of the sofa, listening to him as he easily reads the words off the pages. His accent caressing each syllable as it leaves his tongue. Her fingers run over the soft fabric of the sofa as she watches him. His eyes flicker as they move from word to word; he runs a hand perhaps unnecessarily through his unruly hair. Bonnie fights with herself to not let out a contented sigh. No she is not content here, she is uncomfortable. She chants that to herself until Klaus has stopped reading.

"Did you get all that?" he asks, settling the book down onto the table.

Bonnie clears her throat and sits up straight. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Good." He replies. "So basically, the book we need isn't here, its 100 miles north of here. If we want it, we have to go together, only a witch can touch its pages an-"

"Or I could go on my own?" she states, raising her eyebrows quizzically at him.

He looks at her and chuckles. "You really think you can protect yourself. Tell me what do you intend to do if a rouge vampire decides they need a snack?" one of his eyebrows rises up in question.

"I'll fry there brain."

"And if there's more than one?"

"I'll fry there's too."

He snorts and pushes his self up from the sofa, moving towards the fireplace. "You couldn't hold your own against a group of ravenous wolves, let alone Vampires."

"I'm pretty sure I took you out once!" She hisses, she too pushes herself up off the sofa and follows behind him.

"Once in one of my few moments of weaknesses" his voice is patronising, and makes Bonnies blood boil. He reaches towards a wooden cabinet holding a number of dark coloured drinks. He reaches up to open the glass door, taking out a crystal whisky glass and pours himself a drink.

"I can take care of myself, I'm not a child." She raises her chin defensively and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Barley" he says. He begins to tip the glass to his lips, Bonnie narrows her eyes. Soon the glass in Klaus' hand is smashed. The brown liquid sprays his face and covers the grey cotton shirt he wears. "Have you any idea how much that drink costs?" he snaps, turning to face her.

"I'm sure you'll be around long enough to pick another one up" she spits back, her eyes still narrowed.

"You need to watch yourself Bennett." He points his finger at her. "I'm not always this tolerant!"

"I can get the book on my own" she states. She moves out of the room, keeping her eyes forward. He's in front of her in moments.

"Where are you going?"

"Home, to prepare" she steps to the side avoiding his body as it blocks her path.

"You are not going without me, and that is final!" He steps to the side imitating her last move, and preventing her from getting past him.

"Since when do you have the power to tell me what to do?" she shouts.

"Since we are in this predicament together Witch, without you I shall be forever trapped in a never ending nightmare, where every time I close my eyes all I can see is you, all I can smell is you, all I can taste is you! And then when I open my eyes, I can still feel your presence, still feel your skin beneath the palms of my hands, and do you know something Bennett? I'm starting to like it."

At some point in his speech Klaus had stepped forward and seized her arms. His body now far too close to hers and it was starting to feel much to like a dream to Bonnie. His eyes blazed with anger, his hands were squeezing her thin arms much too tight, and all Bonnie could do was look up at him. Her body was trapped, transfixed beneath his gaze.

Looking down at her now Klaus couldn't understand why the Salvatore's spent so much time doting over Elena. With Bonnie's innocent green eyes peering widely up at him, chest heaving and mouth wide breathing with panted breaths, he couldn't imagine why anyone would want look at any other woman.

She flutters her eyelashes, as if clearing something out of her vision. "I have to go" she whispers. His hands fall free of her arms, and land limply at his sides. She moves around him and he hears her feet as she hurries down the stairs.

Just as her hand rests on the door knob he speaks. "I'm still coming with you." She pauses at the door for a moment, he hears her sigh. "We leave tomorrow."

The door slams closed behind her, and Klaus rushes over to the large window at the front of his house. He watches her as she steps into the car, his eyes run over her figure one last time. Its then he notices she is no longer wearing her scarf. He moves again, this time he is in the library. He walks over to the sofa and finds what he is looking for. He reaches down and pulls the green fabric between his fingers. A wave of her scent washes over his face and his eyes slide closed. The veins beneath his skin begin to become prominent beneath his eyes and his fangs ache in his mouth. His eyes snap open again, almost as if he'd heard someone call his name. His eyes meet with the ones of the girl in the painting. It is strange but her expression seems to have changed, her eyes appear darker, sterner.

"Don't give me that look..."