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Here is chapter 10. Thanks to whom follow, put in their favorite and reviewed the precedent chapter. Hope you will enjoy this chapter; I am somehow scared it might be boring because I took some time on the psychological aspect. Review, fav and follow just let me know what you think.
The right soul to save
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The heat she feels is just another effect the crowd has on her. Little drops of perspiration coating her constricted fingers, drenching her livid palm. Her breathing slower than minute ago but still hardly accommodating, agoraphobia slightly under control. She looks around and she is less lost, she has his presence as landmark. It is a little anchor in this closed wilderness, in this political jungle.
Klaus' hand warms her much colder one, his palm pressing softly hers, his fingers drawing patterns on the dorsal part of her hands are all source of warranted comfort. She is thankful for his presence by her side. Never will she have thought the reliance she has on him; yet again, she will have never thought half of the scheme in her new life. Erased are the precedent dry tears, the haggard expression morphs into a pretense of comfort and confidence. Fake it until you make it. All traces of previous breakdown gone. She tries to put a smile on her face through each word of Elijah's speech.
Bonnie looks around and her eyes stop on Lucy who is still admiring the house, she envies the genuine feeling. Out of everyone in the room at the exception of Matt, Lucy is the only one obvious to the power play going on. Bonnie has stopped dodging the stares and the threatening look. She smiles at her cousin, she wishes she could share the genuine feeling behind Lucy's one. She is in a room full of predator, shark and she has never felt so calm in her entire life even if she feels out of place.
She looks out for familiar faces, maybe a client she remembers. Her screening green irises stop on few men and she offers a smirk full of unsaid, they barely reciprocate some incapable of recognizing the threat behind. Shaming away when they are capable of recognition, they turned quickly away from her, and she grows a bit confident. Klaus slides a hand on her mid back, resting his heavy hand on the crook; his touch butterflies like is enough to bring her attention back to him.
The pretense disappears as she faces him; once again, she is naked, reveal is her truth. She is a bit scared, she is always a little scared girl by his side, there is no curtain with him, and there are no lies or theatrics.
However, the fears have transitioned through time, it is more of a thrill with each second; she changes every second by his side. She rationally afraid of the being staring in the mirror, physically similar but the psychic part a complete stranger. The leap of faith she is making might cost more than she can afford to give. Nik bends and kisses the croissant of her head; the gestural on his own is the comfort she seeks from life. She is been waiting for hour to participate to the farce, Elijah's orchestration takes more time that she hopes for, and she wants to be done.
"Chicago is a new investment…" she hears Elijah pursued in the background but she is a bit distracted by the picture of the perfect couple that Stefan and Rebekah offer. She smiles but quickly the smile fades and a frown settles on her feature. The thought that Klaus and she have to mimic perfection and happiness not far in the corner of her mind. She catches their reflection, and they both appear foreign, like echo of what they could be.
Sad, fading echoes and simple silhouette, the farce might last too long; the farce might destroy the superficiality of her relationship. She is looking at the microcosm of her life, the requirement that she might never reach. Those echoes of her and Klaus, two lovers, happy and linked by nothing but love but simply actors for the crowd. Elijah's speech not far, still inhabiting the corners of her mind miss Bennett this is a performance of a lifetime. It is simply that a performance, but she is easily lost into the act.
His hand draws circle in her back, she is peaceful in the most stressful moment of her life. She leans into the caress and takes his hand; she moves it on her venter and welcomes the warmth. She closes the distance between them and her back lean on his front part. She is resting on him, fighting mental exhaustion, apprehension and fear of herself. Through the entire night, realization is not far away, she questioning everything and discovering her relationship with power.
"Three, two, one. Impress me love." Stoically, Klaus whispers in her ear. He gives her a little squeeze as Elijah comes to an end of his speech full of hidden threats. She catches the last words "never, I thought such day will come to be. However, my brother Niklaus has found a match. Bonnie is lovely and that worries me because well Klaus is Klaus. So why, I don't have the answer but Bonnie is the perfect asset for this family." The last sentence meant to sound as true as the literal meaning of the word. It is a not so subtle message for everyone.
Not sure if she can impress, even less sure if she wants to join the malicious game of the powerful. However, the time of decision far gone, she takes her cross ready to carry it. She steps slightly away from Klaus and finds in her the strength.
It is time to look at the room; there is an underlying silence in the middle of a building tumult. There is rise of fear, even if few of them do not know what is it that they need to fear. People in this room have been controlling this city before the Mikaelson and are almost sure they will continue to do so. Expected is the change of alliance; however, the breach is not yet visible in absence of the Gilbert.
The room bathes in confusion, but it will not last the adversary, the allies and victims will be known in the following seconds, minutes, and hours. The crowd's eyes lay heavily on her; she feels the weight of responsibilities upon her. The first blow she must inflict, she has to anchor fear in the all of their heart. It seems like mission impossible for a girl who was an escort only month ago and still carry around the stigma of the profession.
In a swift synchronize motion; the assembly rotates to look at her. She is unknown to most of them but she holds their secrets. Who really recognize a whore you frequented nights ago and even if they did recognize her, it is easy to destroy weaker than you are. Some seem to recognize her, regulars or clients long ago obsessed by her. Her expression mirrors the complexity of feeling shared by the crowd. The eyes who can recognize her, have a twisted mix of fear, admiration and a desire to end her before it goes too far. Some have the wisdom to assume the danger she represent now that she landed in Mikaelson's hands. None of the fear really directed at her,
They are scared of the master puppeteer, the blond man with the sleek controlled smile towering behind her. The fear in their eyes galvanized her; it is fascinating to observe. Even now some refuse to see her worth, the same people keeps their judgmental and haughty look when with a motion of her tongue she can their lives crumbling. They looked at the escort this way and keep looking at her the same way; they are obvious to the change. She is no longer the one to shy away from the look; it should be they. She should scared of them as much as they used to scare her. The balance of power just swiftly changed and they are unaware of it, too much engorged in their ego.
This situation is slowly turning the tables around; she is less and less a prey in the midst of predator. With stakes rising, cards being pulled out of sleeves, her fear is gone but her anger rises. She has stand in this room for the entire evening, before the spotlight, she was persona non grata and she will not stay that. She was present but absent of the eyes. Most of the men in this room have been in her presence on multiple occasions, but they all purposely ignored, or misjudged the reason behind her presence. The snarls, the side eyes and the politically correct course of action taken enrage her .
Minutes ago, the exchanges and the pyramid of relationship was not different, some eyes were on her but all were dismissive. She was a pariah before Elijah's words, a little pawn that most would have used and thrown, that most had used and cast aside. The beginning of the night was an ugly reminder of a not so far past. She bent and ran to hide fearing their looks. Now just standing next to Klaus, they see her taller. She is no longer a drop in a tide of sea. She is as much a shark as them; she is as powerful as they are. She likes it and wants to embrace it. She wants to demonstrate it.
She cannot afford any movement, she is quite absent of her own body, a bit euphoric. The feeling of having so much power is borderline threatening. She does not know how to aim it and where to do so. She is a loaded gun, which just want to fire. Klaus can easily feel it; he whispers comforting word in her ears. He tells her to construct her momentum. They is no point on wasting energy on the weak. She should let the fear install itself. He has his arm circling her and she appreciates the physical comfort. He is more candid than she is in this world.
She is being acquainted to the different feeling, Klaus never leaves her side and she is thankful. He is calmer, in control of the room, of her. He takes her hands and forces motion into her body. She follows him as he makes a way toward the platform where with a grim smile Elijah is waiting. The elder Mikaelson is seeing his entire plan coming to fruition. Nothing is said yet, no one is threatened yet. Only the wiser can see the upcoming storm.
He is screening the room, randomly picking victims. By the end of the night, a dozen of lucky chosen ones will end up in a sexual scandal. Pages of a client book leaked, just enough to have them shaking and reconsidering their position. Having Bonnie in the room makes it clear who is the one targeting them. He is about to clean higher post in the city, everyone in the room who happens to be reluctant to choose his side will be wiped out of the political, criminal and justice map. He is cleaning house for his owns to fill the empty seat.
He gives a knowing look to Klaus and his brother returns it. The blond man is a little bit in retreat. He has an interesting posture; his body language screams his truth. His hand tightly clasps Bonnie's one, he is there solemnly for her. He is not in pretense as she is; he is more open to what he feels for her. However, he is not standing next to her or in front of her, he is behind her just enough for it to be visible but not awkward for an engaged couple.
His posture is a message to whom it might concern; it is a visual representation of what is going on. He smiles and continuously drops kisses on her shoulder or whispers something to her. For everyone in the room, that need to receive a message Bonnie is not the threat, he is. She is to look as the puppet; she has to seem harmless. He cannot have people targeting her because they think eliminating the threat would equate harming her. He is taking a protective stance.
Klaus cannot hear half of the words Bonnie's is saying, but the crowd's reaction to each words can indicate their effect. He is extremely controlled, viciously calculator in the moment. He needs to be mostly because he is keeping his jealousy in check in regards of some guests. They are all here, men he has hated for no other reason that they were prior clients of his Bonnie.
The night has been rough for him and he hitches to break something. Until the announcement, he has heard some indecent exchanges or have some of the men coming up to him thinking he was another one of them, former client or wishing to be. The urges of marking her has become potent. When he could barely hold through few comments that were more lecherous or complaint that they never had the chance to share her bed, he felt murderous but held because well he will get to destroy them anyway.
He pulls her closer and she chuckles through her little thank you speech to Elijah. She pursues her exchange of innuendos and insists on how she is committed to her family. His eyes scan the room and he is pleased. He stares at the door and he grins. Finally, no more need to play with small fishes, Klaus absently kisses Bonnie temple as she stops through her words to stare for a second at the main door.
"A friend of yours I imagine" Klaus whispers mischievously. He is into a confidence that she did not suspected. Bonnie tenses in his arm and she is in a hurry to end her speech. The last guest is a bit unexpected. She stutters for the first time as the man drops his eyes on her. He is surprised but seems contained. Bonnie can already see what lies at head, she worries Klaus will make a fuss.
"Why don't you share some words honey?" She passes the microphone to Klaus who for a moment is absent. He is staring at Elijah; the brothers share a conversation to which all Mikealson at the exception of Bonnie seems privy. There is now a tension that she did not sense before, the atmosphere is more charged. She feels Klaus' hands circling her, Stefan and Rebekah put a stop to their happy couple routine.
There is an invisible scission in the room but it starts by the slight rearrangement in the guest alignments. It is as subtle as a waltz but decision are made. Bonnie cannot see it with her untrained eyes; the social pyramid dismantles in matter of seconds. Elijah can pick out the first victims and Klaus can start the part of this life that he enjoys, chaos. It is so organized that it cannot be seen but alliances are crafted. Defense position are taken.
"Nik, honey?" she calls again forcefully, she is convinced she has lost him. She is frighten by the brightness in his blue irises. He is technically at war. She knows this version of him, she has seen in the night with kai. She does not know the trigger but she knows this about to go south. She places her hand on the hands sitting strongly on her waist. She is worried because he is about to fail her and everything she did. She looks at the crowd. It is now different from seconds ago when they hang at her word. She feels the withdrawal of power. He cannot take that from her.
She wants it back; she wants the scared expressions hanging at her soft and loving words toward her fiancé. She wants the raging and concerned expressions that came after each of the men whom at a period of time during her four months as an escort made her feel inhuman, understood the innuendo behind her swearing of alliance to the Mikealson . She wants what she came back for that fatidical night when she chose him.
"You said it all love. I think they all have an idea of it." Klaus finally replies feeling that the tension is down a notch. He knows that the room is still his to handle. He nods at Stefan and quickly checks his surrounding to see where his men are surrounding. He kisses Bonnie as a last attempt to make it clear for those who happen to be tardy to the party. He takes her hands back but he is slightly different. She can feel it and she is happy that he is still pretending. She turns her head at the door but the man is gone.
"Looking for your friend," Klaus says in between low growl and she is getting on edges, she cannot understand why of all people this man will be here. She fears that he is the trigger; an ex-lover never sits well with Klaus. She can feel the shift in his personality; she rolls her ring a bit worried and smiles at the little group of people they pass quickly. She looks around again but now she want to catch Elijah's attention and it seems to put Klaus more in edges. He looks at Stefan and the Salvatore only nods.
Klaus takes Bonnie further into the Mikaelson's manor; she is becoming hesitant and she is less familiar with the feeling of being scared of him. She has lost that capacity to fear his action and she is becoming regretful with seconds. She has flashback of the night with kai, he is awfully silent and her grip on his hand tightens, she has every intention to reach him, they are not going down that road one more time. He pulls a door open and leads her in an office. She steps in, she looks at him worried but he is reactive to outside possible commotion. She takes a deep breath, she looks at him scared but now it is so foreign to be scared of him.
"I didn't plan to have him here?" she calmly tells him and he looks at her for a second. He looks too focus, controlled. She waits for the outburst of jealousy. He only walks closer to her and puts his hands around her cheeks. He caresses her skin to calm himself, he stares at her green eyes, innocent little thing. She leans into his gesture and grabs his arms. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly. After few minutes, a knock at the door startles her; she raises her head to see Stefan enter.
Stefan looks as tense as Klaus and for a moment, she knows Klaus' state has nothing to do with the married man with who she used to have a liaison and to whom he referred as a friend of her. He releases her and she misses his touch, she follows his tense body as he walks toward his associate. Klaus hesitates to whisper but he turns to face her and answers loudly to Stefan silent inquiry.
"She is as much a Mikaelson as anyone, she needs to hear it to." he goes to sit on a sofa and calls for Bonnie patting on his lap. She rolls her eyes but does as he asked. He nests his head on the crook of her neck and gives his attention to Stefan.
"Well it seems your snitch in the Gilbert house was right, we did find some of their men around." Stefan says referring to the information given by Alaric. During Bonnie little speech, the Gilbert arrived and as expected, it was not supposed to be a peaceful visit. They had caught few men around the manor. Bonnie looks between both men trying to get an idea of whatever was going on. She was just grateful she would not have to deal with another of her past nightmare.
"How much of them, at the exception of her little friend and his father. How many man?" Klaus asked Stefan, and Bonnie decided to be part of the exchange if it will continue referring to the other man. She shifted to face Klaus and her feature carries her inquiries. Klaus kisses her to silence her; Stefan has to clear his throat to remind them of his presence.
"Fifteen, I think it was more by prevention than an attack. The Gilbert heir and his wife are present and Grayson is having a conversation with your brother. From the way it is going, you might want to take Bonnie away from this place." Stefan continues, now his face is showing real concern. He looks at Klaus and his friend quickly realizes what is going on. He is once again tense and his grip on her hips is tighter, almost defensive.
Bonnie looks at Stefan and she wants to object. She wants to be fully part of any shady business going on. She wants to see to fruition the empire she is helping built. Klaus looks at her; he is silent, slightly distant as he analyzes her. She is the only person whom he has not taken notice of the different change of emotion through the night. She is ecstatic, slightly euphoric. She is going through her first rush of power. Suddenly she is under a different light, some of his fear gone maybe he does not have to stop her growth.
Rather than breaking, maybe he just need to build on top of fragile foundation. This rush of power; it can supply it repeatedly. He kisses the side of her shoulder and he smiles through the contact with her skin. He is hesitant, he can choose to conserve her purity or fully let her be part of this world. He can let her get her hands dirty, get to enter the darkest corner. He is willing to establish a partnership but also he wants to save her innocence.
He wants to offer her the little piece of fragility, naivety that he can still covet. Her words still echoing in his head. What if I lose what bit of me left, the only pieces you have left intact. You have taken everything and left someone I do not understand behind. He is learning how to love; he understands that she cannot love without losing herself and her words are hurtful truths.
He is a pragmatic and he knows in their relationship only one can save the other or salvage what is left. You cannot bring back humanity; you can fix a broken soul, the damage are rooted deeply but it is easier to prevent loss of all. She is not fully broken, just enough to forever be with him, ironically after telling her not to save him, he wants to save her. He looks at her adoringly, his little surviving part of innocence and he knows he is about to do the most selfless possessive act.
"I am not leaving until I see through everything. I have no reason to leave." With a firm tone, Bonnie complains. She breaks the little protective cocoon Klaus is forming around her with his arms on her waist. Maybe she can feel the change in Klaus mind or just the overbearing body language make her feel restricted but she takes few steps away from him. She is standing in the middle of the room, and she feels fearless and defiantly stares at Stefan. The Salvatore gives a concerned look at Klaus and his broody expression is heavier, wrinkles overtake his forehead.
He moves toward the little desk and grabs a TV remote. He switches it on; he puts on a local news channel and his eyes moves on Bonnie. He points toward the screen; Klaus and Bonnie turn their attention back to the news anchor.
Well it is seemingly five congressional representatives, three police captains and few judges but it is enough incriminating. All of those affairs seem linked to the parker brothel. With the recent misfortune of the owner, suspicions are rising. They listen to the newscaster delivering more fact and name out of Bonnie's client list; those are the name selected but the anchor mentioned multiples name to be interrogated as witnesses. Bonnie's one is nowhere to be found but she knows she will be mentioned. She turns to face Klaus and he is unfazed by everything.
Nevertheless, as she listens to the news she can see her life crumbling, she can mourn her medical carrier. Here it is the last blow to her old self, what she has been so worried about and she did not lose herself, they destroy her, he killed what was left. He took the last piece; she fought so hard to keep. She feels that little piece break. The fear is here, what is left of Bonnie Bennett dying as the Mikealson conquest starts. It feels like it is nothing, a bit of drowning maybe. Anger, deep anger and grieve of her own self. It is a sting to the heart, similar to metaphorically dying.
She did not know she holds that piece of old self so dearly. She had been willing to give it to him but he took it away with no care for her. The green of her eyes darken, her pupils constrict, her blood pressure sky rocks. Forgotten is Stefan' presence, she is staring at Klaus, resentful and eyes glowing from the unshed tears. He makes his choice at this moment, from what he sees, she might think that she does not want to be save but she needs saving.
"Relax love that has nothing to do with you at least technically. You are part of this venture solemnly to take down a single individual." He points at the TV nonchalantly as he speaks. Klaus ends her worries; he vaguely states bigger fact and clears away her fear.
Bonnie is barely a façade, her client list is only worth it for a single name. Klaus and Elijah know the specificity. The perfect on paper wife, fiancé, it will be a mistake to use her as a witness for such an easy cleaning. They are not losing her image that sanctifies Klaus' one for mere pawn. The name selected are frequent client of kai's girl and Bonnie is one of them. However, other than Bonnie the Mikealson own ten of kai's ex girls and after whatever Klaus did to the man, kai was willing to give their client list, it was a gift of goodwill.
She faces him willing to listen more of what he has to say but he does not continue. He focuses his attention back to Stefan and closes up behind his own walls. He is facing a side of his conscious that he barely uses. It is uneasy to make peace with the knowledge that he cares enough to save her from the both of them; she is as dangerous to herself as he is. He tries to comprehend how to do so without freeing her from him.
"Whatever name comes out as the sources, those man are in this house and firmly believe she is the one talking. As you already figure, she is not safe. If Gilbert had his man running around, others probably do to. Bonnie needs to leave the party" Stefan insists, he is tired of arguing. He has his own wife to look after because he is unsure of the mess to come. Klaus simply nods and stands from the couch. He extends his hand to Bonnie and she reluctantly grabs it but the little scare of few minutes ago calming her attitude.
"I will be back to deal with the Gilbert's men." Klaus states on his way out.
Bonnie holds her heels in one of her hand and her other hand has a tight grip around Klaus' one or it is actually the other way around. His fingers almost squeezes hers due his iron grip, he is silent and he focuses. They have just left the Manor; Bonnie is far from his alert state. She is on some type of cloud nine, she feels invincible. Having men crumbling and falling from their glass tower will have the same effect on any mind.
She is almost chuckling, it taste similar to revenge on life. She feels carefree as her feet transitioned from the wet surface of the well cut grass to the cold tarmac of the parking. She rotates her rings and offers her shoes to Klaus so she can undo her tight chignon. She is physically exhausted but mentally exhilarated. She even appreciate Klaus' silence when it usually worries her. She can see their car and she is happy to be going home.
Klaus gives her back her shoes and picks up his phone, he quickly answers the call and from the new frown on his face, there is another emergency. He looks back at the manor and he is unwilling to deal with his own world tonight. However, nothing can really happen at this moment. He gives her the car's key and stares for a moment.
"You stay in and lock everything "he says keeping a very serious expression. The new serious and stressed him contrast with her. He looks at her and cannot stop thinking that she is naïve. She cannot even see the danger at head, he is afraid to leave her alone for a second. There is a room of dangerous people unhappy with her and she is now just a moving target.
He kisses her softly and she keeps a grip on his shirt, insisting on keeping the proximity that she misses. Bonnie deepens her kiss letting her tongue in his mouth. He slowly and regretfully pulls away. She complains and for the first time she extirpates a little laugh from him.
"You stay in or you go home" he insists and starts moving back toward the Mikealson manor.
"Yes daddy" she sasses and looks at him going away. She stares at the sky and appreciates the cold wind of the night. She makes nothing of Klaus' advice and takes her sweet time on entering the car, her recklessness is a mistake. She cannot see the shadow lurking around her, his demarche is smooth, soundless and she is way to absent to notice him coming close.
He finally breaks free from the useful cover of the darkness surrounding the open-air parking. He has his eyes locked on her and she is smiling brightly leaning on the car.
"Was it part of that stupid plan all along?" His voice is a bare whisper, she is slightly startled and she is on her guard. "I had to sit through those clown words, and then listening to you saying how much you love him. So you are Mikaelson's bitch." Now he is an octave higher, his words are drowning under the venomous tone he employs. She is calmly trying to open the door but his hands are already on her. At the exact moment, gone is her boldness. Her feeling of power is slowly going away. Now he is close enough and she can see his face.
"What do you want Jer? Why can you get it through your thick skull?" She says feeling less scared because he is just the married man that should get over her. She tries to push him away but he barely moves "what does anything as to do with you? Go to your wife, I have no time for this pitiful game"
"Well ain't you a bitch, you played it nice. The defenseless whore, but no other than a future Mikaelson after me and my political carrier, after my family." His hands are now moving from her side to the clavicle. He is pressing her against the car and she is fighting to shove him away. She is so much in the fight that she can fully process his words.
"Let it go, you have no business in being here. You don't want to be here when he comes back." She is still trying to be helpful and she knows if Klaus finds him here, it will not be pretty. She removes his paw from her chest and tries to step aside but her vision is blurred when his hand heavily collides with her cheek. She has no time to register as her head it the car. There is buzzing sound all around her, she cannot find her equilibrium.
"Don't act like you are worried, I have nothing to fear from Niklaus. I have nothing to fear from anyone in this city. Have you laughed with him after everything? What have you told him?" he questions her, getting all up in her face and his hand flies to her throat.
"What are you talking about" she succeeds to push between the oppression of his hands on her vocal cords. She coughs through her words. Now she finally feels a rightful fear. He has rage into his eyes. He is different from her childish paramour. Further from the clingy whiner, this man is vicious almost nothing can stop his malicious intent.
"Bon stop playing with me, I have no patient. Have you told him? Am I on that silly list" he asks again squeezing more. Bonnie struggles with the fall from her power's apogee to this position of possible pitiful victim. She tries to get it, what can Jeremy have to do with everything. She thinks hard and quick. Jeremy Gilbert, obviously Gilbert, the valuable target in her client list. She can finally attach him to the other family empire. She is tempted to beg for mercy. She is tempted to deny her implication.
She looks around helpless, she prays for Klaus to comeback. She looks at her hand and she is still holding her pair of heels. It is not happening; she is not that fearing girl from months ago. She can manage through it. She fights to get her arm high enough and with all her strength, she uses her heels to pierce into the space between his clavicle and his first rib. He releases as a reflex to put his hand toward the area of pain. She sees it as an occasion to run back to her car but she feels bold tonight and tackles his feet.
He falls on the ground and she quickly takes advantage of the commotion to kick his abdomen but he grabs her foot, he pulls her down. Her newfound ego might be the loss of her, she follows him on the tarmac and the pain is excruciating, the ground scratches the skin of her shoulder. He is back on his feet and ready to finish her. She is finally as scared as she is supposed to be, last piece of her powerful pride vanishing as she faces cold reality. She is going to be another whore killed by a client. His left foot collides with her ribs and she loses her breathe.
She lift her hands to protect herself and expect the next blow and it comes in her right side. "You will die as you lived, miserably," Jeremy says and she wants to make him eat his words but the next blow is more painful. He grabs her and is ready to drag her along the parking ground. She begs for Klaus, she has enough strength to push him away and she tries to sit up but he is coming and she does not know if she can take this blow too.
She does not have to find out because Klaus' fist crashes in Jeremy's jaws and the man barely has time to react when Klaus knees mid abdomen. Stefan is already by Bonnie's side and he is helping her up. He is not fast enough to stop her as she rushes and kicks the man on the floor. She is pure fury; she can taste the heavy coating of angry bile on her tongue.
She is between Klaus and the laying Jeremy. The Mikaelson moves aside and she kicks again in Jeremy's rib cage. Revenge ignites her. She forgets about her physical pain after taking several blows at him. Klaus has to remove her; he grabs her waist and lifts her aside. She is definitively further gone that he thinks. He does not know if he should be impressed that she can contain such fury or scared that maybe she is turning into him. Her eyes are heinous even when they stop on him, she is still furious. He pulls her aside and tries to calm her.
He wraps her in his arm and she tries to break free but soon she tires only her breathing is restless. She slowly calms down and she escapes Nik's embrace. She walks back toward Jeremy who is still on the ground; Stefan is quick enough to put himself on her path. She raises her eyes to glare and he looks at Klaus who nods. He lets her go and she walks up to the Gilbert boy to retrieve her shoe. She pulls it out and leans to look through his eyes. She sees for the first time fear directed to her not to Klaus like hours ago.
"You messed with the wrong bitch; you're messing with the wrong family." She finishes pulling her shoe out of his shoulder and walks back to the car. She is shivering, the adrenaline is going down, she can feel the pain but there is a little smile tugging on her lips. Klaus gives her a concern look. Is he too late, is there anything to salvage or the change are too big?
"I am in pain, before you ask" she says through now teary eyes, she shows her hands still holding the shoe tainted with blood to him. She is now standing exhausted in the middle of the parking; she is physically and mentally in pain. She still feels like a small fish surrounded by predators.
Sorry but Jeremy needed that beating, Jeremy was kind of an obvious choice for the married man no surprise there. So do not hold that against me. Fav, follow, review kisses until the next chapter