A/N: You all have been awesome sticking with my stories. I know my updates aren't as frequent as they used to be, and I have no excuses to offer... Just know that I will never abandon a story.

:Also know that my mind is nowhere near full of roses and butterflies. Sometimes it's a sick, deliciously depraved place. I do not promise happy endings, or character retribution. I go where the story takes me. With that being said, enjoy!

Chapter 10

Bonnie ran thru the French Corridor alley as fast as her petite legs would carry her. She jumped into his arms, and wrapped her entire body around his. She held on to him tightly because she had never been so happy to see someone in her entire life. The last time she saw him, he was caring her thru the woods to leave her on Damon Salvatore's doorstep. He rescued her that night, and she would be forever grateful…that was a little over three years ago.

"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked breathlessly.

Klaus smirked. "For you… I came for you love."

Bonnie's heart plummeted. If he was here for her, that only meant one thing. Elijah sent him! "What do you mean you came for me?"

"Surely the witches you've spent all this time with have been teaching you? Have you learned nothing of blood oaths, blood bonds?"

Bonnie was dumbstruck. "What are you talking about Klaus?"

"You are bound to Elijah by blood. That cannot be undone. You were also promised to him, a contract signed in blood by your family patriarch. Your life belongs to him love. No amount of time apart will change that."

Bonnie cringed. She hated being thought of as property. It was unnerving, but there was very little she could do about it. It's just the way things were in their world. Still, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing?

As if reading her mind, Klaus spoke again. "No point in running darling. He will always know where you are. He has let you have your time, but he will come to claim you on this eve of your 21st birthday."

Bonnie was seething. "So you've come to what, warn me?"

Klaus cut her off, "to prepare you."

"Prepare me for what?" Bonnie yelled. "To be humiliated, beat, raped, what exactly do you mean to prepare me for Klaus?"

"Somehow I knew our reunion would be dramatic." A husky voice from her past came from behind her.

Bonnie spun on her heels, butterflies dancing around in her belly. "Damon!" She whispered.

She hadn't seen him since that night three years ago when he drove her to New Orleans in his 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. The car ride had been silent, except for her quiet sobs. When they arrived in New Orleans, Damon had taken her to the home of Isadora Roche. He carried her into the French Corridor home, planted her on a guest bed, kissed her temple, and let her know that he had to get back before Elijah noticed he was missing. Before disappearing out of her life, he also let her know that Elijah would come for her one day. He didn't want to give her false hope. Her escape from Elijah was never meant to be a permanent situation. Still, Bonnie spent over three years away from her own personal monster living with, and learning from one of the most powerful witches in Louisiana. It made her feel safe.

"New Orleans has been good to you Bennett." Damon said while sauntering toward her.

Bonnie pulled him into a shy hug that lasted a little longer than an innocent hug between friends should.

"I've missed you Salvatore." She whispered into his ear before pulling away.

Bonnie wiped a stray tear from her eye before turning her attention back to Klaus. Excepting her fate, Bonnie said. "When do we leave? I would like to at least say goodbye to Isadora."

Klaus smirked. "Dramatic goodbyes are not necessary love. You won't be going far."

"But I thought you said…"

Klaus cut her off. "The Mikealson's are moving to NOLA."

Bonnie didn't know how to feel about that. On the one hand she was happy to stay in the city that she had called home for the past three years, but would she still be able to enjoy it. Would she still be allowed to practice her magic with Isadora, or hang out with the few people she had come to call friends? Would she be able to attend the many festivities important to all witches in New Orleans? Probably not, Elijah never did allow her much freedom. A beautiful prison was all she had to look forward to.

Bonnie let out an exaggerated breath. "Should I pack my things?"

"No need love. Everything you will need is at the plantation, and Roche has already been notified."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Of course you thought of everything." She said sarcastically.

"Damon will see you to the plantation… I have hearts to break."

Despite how she was feeling, Bonnie's lips turned upward slightly. "I've missed you Klaus." She said before he sped off calling "later darling" over his shoulder.

Bonnie turned her attention back to Damon who offered his arm. She curtsied mockingly before taking his arm in hers. Damon led them out of the alley, but instead of his beauty of a Camaro, a black town car with dark tented windows awaited them. The driver got out of the vehicle to open the door for the two supernaturals.

"This is different, and not you." Bonnie said as the two were chauffeured away.

"A lot of time has passed little witch." Damon told her while tapping the tip of her nose. "A lot has changed."

Bonnie's nose wrinkled upward. "Like what?" She questioned.

"You'll discover all of that soon enough."

"Fine!" Bonnie exclaimed, fire dancing in her viridian eyes.

Damon chuckled. "You've definitely changed. I can't put my finger on it though." Damon admits. He eyes her warily. "I like it though. I can practically taste your power on my tongue." He subconsciously licks he lips. "You even move different, more sensual… seductive. It's sexy as hell!" He tells her, no sense of joking in his tone.

Bonnie scooted closer to him, too close. She allowed her lips to graze his left lobe as she whispered in his ear. "So what… you want me now Damon?"

She was playing a dangerous game. Damon knew this, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. He looked her directly in the eyes, and held her gaze for several agonizingly long moments. His normally sapphire eyes were now nearly black with lust.

"I always have." He tells her, his regard moving to her lips.

The movement was slight, but she noticed it. Of course she noticed. She is sex on legs, a temptress of the most dangerous variety. Just before their lips connected, the partition window began its decline causing the witch to right herself in her seat.

"Should I pull up to the front, or around to the back Mr. Salvatore?" The unenlightened driver asked.

"The front's fine." Damon bellowed inciting Bonnie's giggles.

"Somebody's bitter." Bonnie teased.

Damon gave her a tight smile. "Yeah, and I see somebody has clearly gotten over her 'ordeal'!" Damon air quoted.

Bonnie leaned back into his personal space. "You have no idea blue eyes." She purred into his ear seductively.

The crotch of his pants instantly tightened. Yeah she had definitely changed. Sweet, innocent, naïve little Bonnie Bennett was gone, and in her place stood a woman, strong, fierce…oozing sensuality. Bonnie Bennett was pure sin, and she knew it. Damon was curious as to what happened to her over the last three years. What brought on this subtle, but drastic change? He cleared his throat, and quickly exited the vehicle before he did something he would not actually regret but would definitely be killed for. 'Honestly, it might be worth it?' He thought briefly before offering the young witch his hand.

Damon escorted Bonnie into the large home where they were met by several faces, two she knew well while the other two twin faces were foreign. But for some reason Bonnie felt like she had seen them somewhere before. Her brain automatically dubbed them 'thing one and thing two.'

"The coveted witch returns." Kol beamed as he scooped her up in his arms, spinning her around several times. "I've missed you like crazy darling."

"I've missed you too Kol." Bonnie chuckled.

"And me, have you missed me witchling?" Rebekah asked coming toward her to engulf her in a hug.

"Of course I've missed you Blondie." Bonnie replied while returning the hug.

"Hi, I'm Elena." A mousy voice squeaked from behind Bonnie causing her to turn around and address the twin faces in the room.

Bonnie smiled tightly, not knowing who this girl was. She was wary of strangers, especially vampire ones.

Damon wrapped his arm around the squeaky voiced girl causing Bonnie's left brow to rise ever so slightly. Her poker face was good because on the inside her blood was boiling. She finally remembered where she recognized mousy voice from…the Founders Ball. Thing one was the girl Damon was shamelessly grinding on that freight-filled night.

"Elena is my girlfriend." Damon announced uncomfortably. "And her doppelganger over there is Katherine Mikealson."

'Mikealson?' Bonnie's brain was desperately trying to figure out how this lady was a Mikealson when thing two spoke up.

"I'm Elijah wife."

'WIFE?' Bonnie was seething. 'He had a wife? Then what the hell did he want with her?' Bonnie should win some type of award because her acting skills were in rare form tonight. She smiled, and offered thing two her hand, "Nice to meet you Mrs. Mikealson." Bonnie says.

Katherine rolls her eyes, and saunters towards the back of the house leaving Bonnie's hand hanging.

"Oookay?" Bonnie grits out before turning her attention back to Damon. She'd chalk 'thing two's attitude up to her just being a vampire. Vampire's always looked down on witches after all.

"My room?" She asked, not sure how much longer she could save face.

"Damon maybe you she let Rebekah show Bonnie to her room?" Mousy announced.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, but turned to face Rebekah. Rebekah escorted Bonnie up the dramatic staircase, and all the way down the expansive hall. At the end was a door that led to another set of stairs, but they were much more understated. The duo headed up the stairs that eventually opened up to a massive attic/loft area. It was set up like an apartment, complete with a luxury bathroom, kitchen, a studio style bed area, and living area with a 60 inch flat screen television. Someone was overcompensating. 'Was this Elijah's sorry ass excuse of an apology?'

"Is all this for me?" Bonnie joked.

"Elijah wanted nothing but the best for you. He is very sorry about how things ended…"

Bonnie cut her off by raising her hand. "I'm really not interested in knowing anything about Elijah. I am only here because I have no other choice. I never had one."

Rebekah nods her understanding. She truly sympathizes with the young witch. "I'm sorry Bonnie." Rebekah says truthfully.

"Bonnie studies the blondes face, and knows that she is telling the truth. "It's not your fault. You didn't make the laws. I am what I am. I was born a witch, and I am proud of that. I just wish this wasn't my reality."

Rebekah plants a kiss on Bonnie's cheek before retreating. When the female vampire got to the bottom of the stairs, Bonnie heard the door lock.

"Seriously?" She yelled.

"Sorry." Rebekah yelled back. "Elijah orders."

Bonnie used about an hour to take in her surroundings, from the lavish bathroom to the fully stocked walk in closet. She rolled her eyes dramatically when she appraised the clothes. Everything was satiny, silky, or just plain not her. She exhaled lowly before speaking the Latin phrase… "recensere!" Before her eyes, her entire wardrobe changed in to something a little more her. The silky satiny pantsuits became the cottony, flowy bohemian style skirts and dresses she had become fond of. If she couldn't control her own freedom, the least she could do was control her own wardrobe.

Two seconds later, she was making her way down the narrow staircase. She placed her hand on the doorknob, "apertus!" She whispered, and the door creaked open.

She made her way down the long hallway and grand staircase, thru the massive sitting room and foyer, and out the front door. Escape wasn't her goal. She knew Elijah would find her wherever she fled. She just wanted to explore her surroundings, so she did. The plantation was just that… a plantation. Bonnie could almost feel the sorrowful energy of her African ancestors who suffered at the hands of men who enslaved them. She mourned the men, woman, and children who were thought of as less than human just because they happened to have more melanin in their skin. But that was hundreds of years ago during a time when the world was ruled by humans. Now that the world is ruled by supernaturals, her fate wasn't a vast contrast. Sure the world had changed drastically, but individuals were still classified by race, gender, and social class. Only now they were also classified by being. Her essential nature was her downfall, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Not only was she black, and female, she was also a witch. She couldn't get any lower on the status pyramid. Bonnie took in her surrounding one last time before retreating back toward her fate. She imagined all the things her ancestors must have gone thru, and everything it took to fight for equality. 'Equality? Yeah right!' She thought to herself. Irony was a bitch.

She decided to take an alternate route, and headed for the back of the house. She opened the door that led into the insanely large kitchen, and ran face first into the rock hard chest of Elijah Mikealson. She thought she was ready for this. In her mind she had abdicated to her inevitability, but apparently her nerves didn't get the memo. Her knees became weak. Her breath caught in her throat. And her palms were sweaty. She hadn't felt this vulnerable in over three years. She was now powerful, head strong, and for the most part fearless. Only one man could reduce her to this… this quivering mass of woe, and he was standing in front her with his hands poised at her hip in case she fell. Murky eyes met green ones.

"Elijah!" She somehow managed to voice.

"Miss Bennett….."

A/N: dun dun dun! LOL. Hey, I had to end it somewhere.

:So, Elijah married? Yeah that actual happened.

:Elena and Katherine? Under the same roof? Poor Bonnie.

:At least she has her magic, and her 21st birthday is coming up. That means more power. I can hardly contain my excitement.

Anyhow let me know what you think. R and R!

Thank you!