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They stand side by side, completely enraptured as wave after wave surges and crashes against the shore. Neither of them knows how long they have been standing there, neither of them cares.
The sun is shining brightly, the sky is clear, and the water is blue, an endless sea of blue that rises and falls right before their eyes. The wind blows her long dark hair in her face and the tide washes over her feet, again and again.
Bonnie looks down. She stares at the foamy water that surges up to her ankles before retreating back. A couple of splashes fall on her dress.
A memory comes to her mind then.
It's a sunny day at the beach.
Her father's strong arms are holding her against his chest. He's holding her with so much tenderness, like she's the most precious thing in the world.
The waves splash all around, blue water ankle deep, it comes and goes, it touches her and it retreats just as quickly.
She giggles, digging her toes deeper into the sand. It feels funny but she likes it. A couple of gulls fly overhead and she points at them happily. Her arms are covered in sand, the same as her legs. Her father helped her built a sandcastle before the two walked hand in hand towards the shore.
She gasps as she sees a huge wave moving towards them. This one is bigger than the ones before. Her small body trembles and she shrinks back, feeling afraid.
"It's okay," her father whispers in her ear. "Don't be afraid, I got you." He gives her a reassuring squeeze.
Bonnie whimpers as the waves surges high and comes for them, she squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for the wave to swallow her. At the last moment however, she's lifted up into the air. The wave breaks, splashing all around them but it barely touches her feet. She opens her eyes and laughs as her father swings her higher. She's flying, she's safe. She instinctively relaxes in his arms. There is nothing to be afraid of. Her father won't let anything hurt her.
Her mother's laughter reaches her ears. She's just a few feet away from them, a vision in white, with long dark curls swirling with the wind and a big two tone straw hat.
Bonnie turns to her but she can't see her mother's face. The sun is blinding and she turns her face away, squeezing her eyes shut.
"Say cheese," her mother's voice is swallowed by the waves, her face hidden behind the shadow of the hat.
Bonnie wants to see her face but she can't.
Her mother is so close and so far away.
The only thing Bonnie can see is a swirl of white and the shadow of what she presumes is a beautiful face.
In an instant the memory fades. A particular strong wave splashes water up to her knees and even on her dress. It jolts Bonnie back to reality. To this day, she wishes she could remember her mother's face on that day.
She swallows the lump on her throat and focuses on the ocean in front of her once more. That's the only memory she has of her mother, before she left them. Everything about her it's a blur, a distant echo, except for that day. The last day they spent together as a family. It's the most precious memory she has of her parents together, of the family they once were.
Bonnie crosses her arms over her chest and forces herself to keep the tears at bay. What's the point of crying now? She cried enough as a child, mourning the loss of her mother and her father's indifference. She has no tears left for that. She lets out a shaky breath instead, allowing the sounds of the sea to soothe the painful reminders of her past.
There is something so powerful about the ocean, about its immensity. It makes one feel tiny, insignificant even, when confronted with such raw force of nature. It can be scary but there is also a sense of serenity, a soothing peace like the gentle foam that rises when each wave breaks.
It's breathtaking, calming, and it undoubtedly captives both of them.
Klaus hasn't acknowledged Bonnie's presence next to him at all. He's lost in thought, face straight ahead, eyes focused on some distant point. Like her, it seems there is a lot on his mind. Things that are best left unsaid, things that must remain buried inside.
Bonnie turns her head to the side and studies his profile for a few seconds.
If Klaus senses her gaze on him, if he finds any discomfort in the way she's staring at him, he doesn't say. He remains completely still as a statue, eyes lost in the sea.
She can't help but wonder if he's invaded by some distant memory, if he's feeling as melancholic as she feels in that moment. Is he thinking about his family?
Bonnie turns her face away from him and goes back to staring at the ocean once more. Whatever words either of them thought of exchanging are lost with each wave.
She's not sure how long they stand there, side by side, in complete silence. It should be an awkward silence between them but it's not. There is a strange sense of comfort in feeling his presence next to her, somehow knowing that he's there with her makes Bonnie feel safe.
They spend the rest of the afternoon in harmonious silence. While Klaus stays inside the house, Bonnie explores the garden.
It's beautiful and spacious, a sea of vibrant colors that has her lips parting in awe. There are so many plants, herbs, flowers in every shape and color, including vervain and devil's snare. There are vegetables as well, tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, and more. She has never seen a garden like this before.
Bonnie happily roams around, touching the petals of the flowers, taking in their scent and marveling at the hard work someone has clearly put into keeping this beautiful work of art. This is a witch's dream come true.
Who lived here? She wonders staring at the long spiky clusters of the tubular purple and white flowers to her right. She spots a couple of butterflies and bees flying near the flowers, feasting on their sweet nectar.
Her hand reaches out unconsciously, fingers itching to touch the petals.
"Those are poisonous you know."
Bonnie jumps back startled at the sound of his voice. Klaus really needs to stop sneaking up on her.
The hybrid chuckles, feeling amused by her reaction.
There is a moment in which they stare at one another. They haven't talked, not since he stormed out of the house and went to stand by the shore.
She's the first one to break the silence. "Don't you find this weird?" Bonnie asks as she looks around the garden. It's located to the side of the house. A white gate separates the garden from the green and colorful path that leads to the woods. The cottage is surrounded by the sea on one side and huge trees whose luscious leaves dance with the wind on the other. "This place, everything inside…" she turns back to face Klaus. "It has everything we need, clothes that fit us perfectly, food, and the scenery is…" simply beautiful, she thinks. It's like being inside a painting or a dream.
"Are you complaining?"
"No," she's grateful that her belly is full, that she doesn't have to wear her bloody and dirty clothes, and that this place is peaceful compared to the ones they visited before. But that is also the problem. "It seems too good to be true," she whispers. Bonnie doesn't know why but she feels like there must be a catch or maybe she's growing paranoid. "It's very strange don't you think?"
"Everything about this adventure of ours it's strange," Klaus replies. His eyes move past her shoulder to stare at the tall cluster of dark burgundy red petals arranged on a stem. "Do you know what that is?" he walks past Bonnie and heads towards the tall flower.
Bonnie follows him, feeling curious about the strange flower. She makes a face of disgust as the scent of rotting meat reaches her nose.
"Amorphophallus titanium," Klaus tells her, studying the deep green spathe on the outside. The inside of the flower looks purple to her. "Also known as the corpse flower, it grows wild in Indonesia."
"I can see where it gets the name," Bonnie mumbles. While it is a unique looking flower, she would never have it in her garden. The odor is horrible. "What's it doing here?" she wonders.
"That's the beauty about magic isn't it?" Klaus turns to look at her. "Anything is possible." He turns away from the corpse flower and gives her his undivided attention. "Lesson number one," he says in a serious voice. "There are no rules, no limits, and no boundaries when it comes to magic."
"But the spirits-"
"Are irrelevant," Klaus interrupts her. "From this point forward, I want you to forget everything you know. This is a fresh start. I shall begin by teaching you the proper way to connect with your magic."
"I know how to tap into my magic Klaus. I'm not an idiot," Bonnie snaps. She can't help but feel irritated. He's treating her as if she's some kind of novice who has no clue about magic.
"But do you know your magic?" He asks, a curious look on his face. "Have you connected with your power, truly connected, or is it merely something that is there and that you only pay attention to whenever it suits you."
Bonnie frowns. "I-"
"You have never bothered to explore your power. You know how to use magic yes," Klaus concedes. "But you are not in tune with it."
"It's not like I had time to practice or-"
His laughter interrupts her words. "You haven't made time for it. There is a big difference." He's watching her in that intense way of his again. "You only bother whenever Elena needs something." A dark look crosses his handsome features at the mention of her best friend. "Have you ever done magic for the simple pleasure of it? Not because your friends are in danger, not because you lose control of it, but simply because you are curious?"
Bonnie looks away from him, thinking back to when she began practicing magic. "When I first started," she admits. When she still didn't believe that she was a witch, she had done magic to convince herself that it was true.
"Because you wanted proof that it was real," Klaus says bringing her attention back to him. "And once you got your proof, magic was all but forgotten except for the times when you needed it to keep your little group of friends safe."
Bonnie glares at him but she stays silent because she knows that what he's saying is true. Every time she uses magic, it's because her friends need her to. Not because she wants to, not because she feel curious, but out of necessity.
"Magic is more than just a means to an end, Bonnie." He's studying her face in detail. "Magic is not only power but life itself. It's mysterious, it's a force to be reckoned with, and it can be frightening, but it's also extraordinary." He sounds fascinated. He is fascinated by magic, has always been.
It's very obvious to Bonnie that magic means a great deal to him. He's very knowledgeable on the subject too. She's the witch, but he knows far more than she does.
"We will begin your lessons tomorrow," Klaus informs her. "But there is something we need to do first, come with me." He doesn't even wait to see if she will follow, he heads back inside the cottage without looking back.
Bonnie follows him inside, wondering what he's planning now.
There is a long piece of string on the dining table, a kitchen knife right next to it.
Bonnie gives Klaus a confused look as the two come to stand next to the table.
"This will require a few drops of your blood," Klaus hands her the knife.
Bonnie stares at the knife in his hand before looking into his face. "Why am I doing this?"
"This is how the witches of old taught magic to their children," Klaus explains. "This string will serve as your magical core, metaphorically speaking of course. This will help to give you a visual, to show you how your magic looks on the inside." He pushes the knife into her hands. "Come on, a few drops shall do the trick. Just make sure they fall on the string."
Bonnie reluctantly grabs the knife. "I'm surprised you don't want to do the honors," she mutters. She has not forgotten how he bit her hand in order to activate the ascendant when they were at the cliffs. He even took a sip of her blood. She remembers that very vividly.
Klaus smirks knowing exactly what she's referring to. He has not forgotten the taste of her blood. He will never forget the taste of her powerful witch blood. "The blood must be given willingly, otherwise it won't work."
Bonnie pricks her index finger with the tip of the knife and moves her hand over the string, two red drops fall right on it. "Now what?" the small cut heals rapidly, thanks to the hybrid blood she has in her system.
"Repeat after me," Klaus instructs before saying the incantation in Latin.
Bonnie has no problem pronouncing the words and gets it on the first try. At first, nothing seems to be happening. She stares at the string with the two visible red dots and waits.
Klaus is also staring down at the string.
Bonnie doesn't know what they are waiting for so she opens her mouth to ask but he silences with a wave of his hand.
"Wait and see," Klaus says quietly, keeping his eyes on the string.
The string suddenly lifts into the air.
Bonnie gasps when it changes color right before her eyes, going from a brown to a deep red. Not only that, but the string begins to twist, coiling together until it forms a knotted ball. Only a small fraction about a couple of inches long is left hanging loose.
"That is your magic," Klaus tells her as the two stare at the knotted red ball hanging in mid air. "This," he points to the single loose strand. "Is the power you have control over, the one you use all the time. And this," his hand moves over the knotted part. "This is the power you haven't even begun to explore."
Bonnie stares at the red ball with wonder and curiosity. The string is tied together unevenly. It looks like a tangle mess of red. "That's how my magic is inside me?" she can't believe it.
"Indeed," Klaus affirms. "It's pure raw power that has yet to be tamed and explored." He's surprised at how tangled the string is. It's rather amazing to look back at the things she has done in her short time as a witch and realize that she accomplished it all by using a minuscule amount of her power. He feels a thrill at the thought of what she has yet to accomplish. The things she will be capable of doing using her full potential. And he's going to be the one to help her do it, that's the most satisfying part.
Bonnie's hand reaches out, touching the strand hanging loose. "This can't be the power I have control over, it's too little." There has to be a mistake. She might not be a seasoned witch but she feels she has been using more power than that.
"Like I said, this is a visual representation of the power inside you," Klaus tilts his head to the side and studies her face with keen interest. "And don't forget you are a Bennett. Only a witch of your lineage can do extraordinary things with just a bit of power." He looks straight into her eyes as he says his next words. "Now think of all you will accomplish once you learn to control all of it."
Bonnie feels a shiver go down her spine at his words. There is that look again. Her heart skips a beat and she feels flustered all of a sudden. "So what do I do with it?" She looks away from him and curiously touches the floating knot, feeling the familiar spark of power on her fingertips.
"Now you must untangle it."
"That's easy," Bonnie says with a soft smile. She knows a couple of spells that she can use to untangle the knot.
"Go on then," there is a challenge in his eyes. Klaus clearly thinks she can't do it.
Bonnie uses her magic to pull the knotted ball towards her. It now floats right above her outstretch palm. She takes a deep breath and thinks of the spell. This is going to be a piece of cake, she thinks unable to contain the smug smile on her lips. After unlinking the Original siblings, how hard can unlinking a string ball can be?
Klaus is watching her, his lips twitching into an amused grin.
Bonnie closes her eyes and chants the spell in her head. Nothing happens. The knotted string keeps floating in front of her but it does not come undone.
She tries again. Nothing happens. She opens her eyes and chews on her bottom lip wondering what she's doing wrong.
Klaus chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. He looks far too pleased with himself.
Bonnie tries a different spell and once more nothing happens. She tries another spell and another, including a variation of the unlinking spell but it doesn't work. None of the spells she uses can untangle the big ball of red that is her power.
Her nostrils flare and her green eyes narrow angrily in Klaus's direction. "What did you do?"
"Me?" Klaus looks offended at her accusation. "Why would you think such a thing?"
"Nothing is working," Bonnie complains. Something must be wrong because none of her spells work.
"You seriously thought it would be that easy?" Klaus arches an eyebrow, lips curving into that arrogant and familiar smirk. "Don't be so naïve sweetheart. There is no spell on this earth that can untangle that knot."
"How the hell am I supposed to do it, then?" She can't believe he didn't say that before. He let her chant and use different spells knowing full well they wouldn't work. The jerk, he's having too much fun at her expense.
"That's what you need to figure out," Klaus tells her. "The point of this exercise is for you to connect with your magic, to understand it, to become one with your power. Only then will you be able to untangle the knot."
"What if I can't?" Bonnie asks almost in a whisper. How does one begin to connect with magic? She knows how to move things with her mind, how to light up a candle, how to give an aneurysm. But she doesn't know the first thing about becoming one with her magic. If she can use magic then that should mean she's already in tune with it right? Judging by the floating knotted ball in front of her, that's obviously not the case. Correction, she's in tune with some of her magic, not all of it.
"You should have a little more faith in yourself, Bonnie."
Their eyes meet then. He has said that to her before. Who would have ever thought that Klaus Mikaelson would be encouraging her to explore her magic?
"This is not a test," Klaus says. "This is designed to help you. Find that power inside of you Bonnie, connect with it, master it," he advises. "Only then, will this knot be untangled."
"So once I untangle it, you will teach me more magic?" Bonnie wonders. Is that his plan?
"I told you already, your lessons begin tomorrow. You won't be doing this alone," Klaus promises. "I will be by your side every step of the way."
She's surprised by the sincerity she hears in his voice. The hybrid has just become her mentor and Bonnie finds herself not wanting to disappoint him.
After dinner which consisted of a sandwich and ice tea, Bonnie goes up to the bedroom, leaving Klaus in the living room looking through the collection of grimoires. He's taking the role of her mentor with enthusiasm and is already planning his future lessons.
Bonnie finds flannel pajama pants and a white tank top in the closet, they fit perfectly, the same as the dress. It's one of the things she finds really strange about this new world. How can there be clothes that are the right size for her? So far, everything about this world is pleasant. There are no strange spirits or nasty surprises awaiting them and yet, something feels off about it. It's not a bad feeling, she doesn't think they are in danger but something doesn't quite allow her to fully relax.
She puts the ascendant inside the nightstand drawer and gets comfortable on the bed. She leans back against the pillows and pulls the covers up to her lap, holding the red knotted ball in her hands. How do I do it? She wonders staring at the tangled string.
Bonnie feels a bit anxious about her magic lessons with Klaus but at the same time she's looking forward to it. She has never had a mentor before, unless she counts her Grams for the short time they did magic together. She practiced magic with Luka but that was different. And Klaus has a thousand more years of experience. What is he going to teach me tomorrow? She feels excited.
The door opens and the hybrid steps inside the room.
Speak of the devil, Bonnie thinks. In the next second, her mouth literally drops open as Klaus takes his henley off.
"What are you doing?" Bonnie shrieks. And no, she is absolutely not staring at his pale and hard chest or taking notice of the flock of birds and feather tattoos on his skin. He isn't overly muscular but he is lean and perfect and a man. A real man, not one of the boys she knows from school. Heat rises to her face and spreads throughout her body as she gawks at his naked chest.
"What does it look like I am doing?" the hybrid retorts carelessly throwing his henley on the floor.
Bonnie blinks a couple of times, trying to process what she's seeing. Surely he's not thinking of sleeping in the same room with her. There is only one bed. A bed that is not big enough for the two of them. "Get out!" she commands with all the strength she can muster.
Klaus arches an eyebrow before flopping himself down on the edge of the bed and taking his shoes off. Her command falls on deaf ears; he clearly has no intention of leaving.
"You can't sleep here," Bonnie exclaims pulling the bed sheet up to her chest. The knotted ball falls off the bed and rolls to the floor.
"Where else am I going to sleep then?" Klaus asks as he stands up and makes his way towards the other side of the bed.
Bonnie stares at him with disbelief. "There is another bedroom right across the hall," she points out. She saw the door on her way downstairs earlier that morning.
"And there is no furniture in it."
Bonnie's entire body tenses when he drops down on the bed next to her. Klaus is bed with her. They are sharing a bed. They are in bed together. Her heart rate increases and she stares at him with a worried look on her face. "You can sleep on the couch," she swallows nervously. Butterflies have taken flight in her stomach and her hands feel really sweaty.
His body is so close to hers their arms are practically touching. Klaus of course is lying on his back and has both of his hands behind his head. He is the picture of perfect calm. "On that ugly think?" he turns his face to look at her. "You're out of your mind." He looks positively offended at the thought.
Bonnie's hands grip the bed sheet so tightly her knuckles almost turn white. She's clutching it to her chest as if her life depends on it. She doesn't know what to do. Should she leave? Klaus clearly has no intention of leaving which means she either stays, shares the bed with him or she goes downstairs and sleeps on the couch. Her heartbeat is pounding so loudly, her ears are buzzing and her chest is starting to hurt. She's about to hyperventilate.
"Would you relax," Klaus is watching her with those blue eyes of his that seem to hold so many secrets in place. "There is no need to act like a scared virgin on your wedding night. Turn off the light and go to sleep," he orders as he shifts and makes himself more comfortable on the bed.
"Go to hell," Bonnie snaps. She doesn't know why she feels so nervous only that his close proximity is making her feel weird things in her tummy. It doesn't help that the dream she had earlier that morning has come back to haunt her, at the most inconvenient of times of course. She flushes. Why is she thinking about that stupid dream now?
"Do you think so lowly of me?" Klaus asks suddenly. He can tell how nervous she is, he can practically smell the fear on her skin. She's scared of him and he doesn't like that. He doesn't like the distrust he sees in her eyes either. A rather serious look crosses his features then. "I have never forced myself on a woman you know." If that's where her fear is coming from, it's for naught.
"No," Bonnie snorts. "You just compel them."
Klaus glares at her. "Believe it or not, I never had to compel a woman into my bed." His jaw clenches, feeling angry. He doesn't like that she thinks the worst of him. He is a ruthless killer but there are lines he has never crossed.
"Yeah right," Bonnie mumbles under her breath. No vampire would ever admit that out loud. Damon didn't seem to have a problem compelling women to do his bidding why should Klaus be any different? But Klaus is not Damon, deep down she knows she has nothing to fear from him. Klaus would never hurt her, not like that.
She looks down feeling suddenly ashamed by her reaction. She's overreacting. Yes, he got in bed with her but he hasn't tried anything. But what if he does later when you're asleep? Her treacherous mind whispers inside her head. It's one thing to no longer see him as a threat and even consider him an ally but it's a whole different thing to trust a man she hardly knows to sleep next to her.
But what scares her the most is not sharing a bed with a man she hardly knows but with a man she's starting to like, a man she feels attracted to.
Klaus hears her words perfectly of course. "Well, if you think so lowly of me, why don't you go and sleep on that ugly couch."
"Are you serious?" Bonnie scowls. "I was here first, you leave."
Klaus proceeds to close his eyes and ignore her, making it very clear with his actions that he has no intention of leaving.
"You're unbelievable," Bonnie hisses angrily. She is just about to stand up and get the hell out of the room when his hand clamps on her arm, preventing her from leaving.
Bonnie freezes, her heart leaping to her throat. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights as she stares at him.
Klaus stares deeply into her eyes as he speaks. "You have my word that I won't touch you," the tone of his voice is serious. This means a great deal to him. "I promise that I shall not lay a hand on you, ever." He lets go of her arm but continues to hold her gaze. He wants her to know that he means every word.
Bonnie stares into his eyes. The sincerity in his voice and gaze is real. More than that, she believes him. She has already stopped seeing him as a threat, as the enemy, so why is she thinking the worst of him now? Klaus has given her no reason to fear him that way. Yes, he likes to invade her personal space from time to time; it's a Klaus thing. But he has never given her a reason to think that he'll force himself on her. She bites her lip, contemplating what to do. Who can dismiss the opportunity of sleeping in a nice and comfortable bed after the ordeal they'd been through? She can't blame him for that. "Okay," she whispers. "But just so we are clear," her eyes narrow and she does her best to mimic one of her grandmother's formidable looks. "If you put your hands on me, I will burn you."
Despite the threat his lips twitch, "I would expect nothing less from a Bennett witch." Klaus gives her one last lingering look before he lies back down on the bed.
Bonnie turns the lamp off and lies back on the bed as well. This is going to be a long night, she thinks.
The room is completely dark. The only sound is the wind hitting the windows and the waves crashing against the shore.
Bonnie stares at the ceiling, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. This is so weird. She's in a cottage by the sea, sharing a bed with her once worst enemy while they are both in a crazy adventure. She continues to contemplate the ceiling, thinking about everything they have been through in the past few days.
For a long time there is nothing but silence. Bonnie can't fall asleep and it seems neither can Klaus. He shifts next to her, rolling onto his side so that he can face her.
Bonnie can't see him but she can feel his eyes on her. Her skin prickles, the butterflies return to her belly and her heart skyrockets.
"Bonnie," Klaus says quietly.
An involuntary shiver runs down her spine as the ghost of his breath tickles her ear. She can feel the heat of his body next to her. He's leaning very close against her. How the hell did he get so close? He's making her very nervous, again. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.
"I know you are awake," Klaus continues. "I can hear your heartbeat."
Bonnie stays completely still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe. A hint of apprehension begins to build inside her.
"Bonnie…"
"What?" Bonnie snaps agitated. He's making her feel things she has never felt before and it's so confusing. He's driving her crazy.
"I just wanted to say something," Klaus says in a serious voice. "I promise not to touch you," he repeats his words from earlier. "Until you ask me to of course," And with those words he turns his back to her and pretends to go to sleep.
It takes her a second, no, maybe five to process the meaning of his words. "I would never-" Bonnie stammers. The nerve of him!
"Oh you will," Klaus retorts with the kind of confidence only he can possess.
Bonnie can easily picture the stupid smirk on his face. She pulls herself into a sitting position and turns the light on. "If you think-" she begins ready to give him a piece of her mind. Whatever she's planning to say is cut off by a loud bang.
It takes them both by surprise.
Bonnie jumps out of her skin, startled by the strange noise that penetrates the dark night.
Klaus sits up immediately, his senses on high alert.
"What was that?" Bonnie asks nervously.
Klaus frowns. He can't feel anyone inside the house except for Bonnie. Hers is the only heartbeat he hears and the only human presence in the cottage. "I don't sense anyone."
There is another bang, this one louder than the one before.
"The front door," Klaus mutters. "Stay here," he moves so fast Bonnie doesn't even have time to react. One second he's on the bed with her and in the next he's gone.
Bonnie leaps out of bed and runs out of the room. When she makes it downstairs, the front door is open and Klaus is standing outside.
It's a windy night.
Klaus stands in front of the house, shirtless and barefooted. His eyes scan the area, searching for any threat against them. He can't sense anyone at all. Every instinct inside his body is telling him that he and Bonnie are the only ones around.
Bonnie slowly makes her way towards him. Her witch senses do not alert her to any dangerous presence at all.
The two stand side by side, waiting, watching the darkness that surrounds the cottage. The only light that bathes the grounds comes from the lighthouse which illuminates the perimeter from time to time.
"There is no one here," Klaus turns to face her. "I can't sense anyone."
Bonnie crosses her arms over her chest, feeling slightly cold. "Then what was that bang?" They both heard it. Not once, but twice.
"I thought it was the front door," Klaus murmurs. He was certain that someone banged on the door but there was no one when he opened it. "Let's go back inside." Whatever it was, it's gone. He can't feel the presence of anyone but them.
Klaus guides Bonnie back inside the cottage, closing the door behind him.
A second later, the grounds are bathed in light once more, illuminating the spot where a solitary figure stands right in front of the cottage. When the light comes again a few moments later, the figure is gone.