Lucky chapter thirteen, enjoy!
The sound of rain pelting the roof is the first thing she becomes aware of. A slight tremor rolls over her body and she shifts on the bed, burying her face against she soft surface she's laying on. She snuggles happily in the cocoon of warmth that surrounds her.
The room is chilly.
A storm rages outside. The wind hits the windows hard, and the loud pouring of rain echoes in tune with the waves crashing against the shore.
Bonnie moans contently, nuzzling her cheek against the warm skin underneath her face. The arm holding her lower back tightens unconsciously, fingers gently caressing the skin of her hip.
Her eyelids flutter open slowly.
The room is engulfed in darkness, courtesy of the dark clouds and hard rain that is falling outside.
She stares at the open bedroom door. It takes her a couple of seconds to become aware of the soft, warm body she's practically laying on top of.
Bonnie freezes. Her heart jumps to her throat and her breathing becomes uneven. What the hell?
"Morning love," a very familiar accented voice greets her.
Slowly, very slowly Bonnie looks up. He head is still resting on his chest, her ear pressed against his heart.
Klaus looks down at her, grinning from ear to ear.
Bonnie blinks once, twice, her mind scrambling to process the meaning of this. She is laying on top of Klaus, completely still, rooted against him. Her face is the perfect picture of confusion and shock.
Klaus's dimple smile is bright, his eyes glinting. He moves his hand away from her hip, knuckles gently moving up and down her back.
It is that electrifying touch that jolts her out of her shock.
Bonnie gasps, her eyes opening wide in horror. She screams at the top of her lungs and scrambles out of bed, grabbing the soft cotton sheet with her and wrapping it around her body.
Klaus props himself onto his elbows. His lips curling into a devil may care smirk. "What's the matter sweetheart?"
Bonnie stands in front of the bed. She looks at him with horror, her eyes moving down his body. Heat colors her cheeks. "You're naked?" she splutters. With shaky hands, she pulls the sheet away from her body and realizes that she is also naked. "Oh god!"
Her body shakes as tears begin to form in her wide eyes. "How…you…me…" she can't form a more coherent sentence than that. Her brain feels like mush.
"Yes." Klaus is watching her with amusement.
"You!" Bonnie's eyes glint with anger. Her magic flares. As if on cue, a loud rumble of thunder resonates around the room. "You took advantage of me!" she accuses.
"Don't be ridiculous." Klaus gets out of bed, pulling his arms above his head and stretching without shame right before her eyes.
Bonnie's eyes are immediately drawn to a certain part of his anatomy. Her mouth drops open.
Klaus's chuckle has her turning her face away from him. The scorching heat on her face spreading down her neck and chest. Not even her caramel skin can hide the embarrassment she feels.
"You practically assaulted me," Klaus tells her.
Bonnie's head jerks in his direction. "I did not-" The words die on her lips as a memory comes to her then.
"I want to kiss you," she confesses as her fingers trail over his handsome face. He is underneath her, completely under her control as her magic pins him to the bed.
Klaus gives her a knowing look. "I was an innocent victim, love. You pinned me to the bed, remember? I was at your mercy."
His lips curl into a triumphant smirk, his hybrid face disappearing into his human visage. He's immobile, hands pinned above his head, his body completely rigid beneath her soft weight.
Bonnie rests her warm palms against his skin and stares at his lips. She bites her lower lip before she takes the plunge and presses her lips against his.
"Oh my god…" Bonnie begins to hyperventilate. "Oh my god…" her mind is a jumble mess of heated memories, pieces of a blurry puzzle that she struggles to comprehend.
As her lips brush against his. Klaus growls and somehow manages to break free from the hold of her magic. His hand fists into her dark hair, tugging hard. Bonnie gasps and he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue past her parted lips, tasting her, devouring her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Bonnie closes her eyes, shaking like a scared little lamb before a sacrifice.
Bonnie pulls away breathless, feeling shaky, and lips swollen from his kisses. Her eyes are hooded with lust. Her body is on fire, even her blood feels like it's boiling. She shifts on top of him, making him groan. His hands immediately move to hold her waist as he unconsciously lifts his hips up.
It feels like a bolt of pleasure slamming through her.
Bonnie moans at the feel of him rubbing against her. Their eyes meet as she sits more comfortably on top of him. She moves her hands behind her back.
Klaus's azure eyes become darker as he watches her mesmerized.
Bonnie unclasps her bra and pulls it down her arms. Her heart is pounding loudly in her ears, her body feels feverish with a burning desire for him, and her stomach coils with nerves.
His breath hitches as she discards the small dark blue piece. She throws it somewhere on the floor.
Klaus's eyes slid over her flushed face, down her neck, to the swell of her breasts.
Bonnie places her hands on top of his, slowly moving them up from her waist to her sides, goose bumps forming on her skin as they moved up her body until she places them right over her perky breasts. "Touch me," she commands.
She's bold and sexy and whatever reservations Klaus has about this fly completely out of the window.
A moan of appreciation and a curse in an unknown language falls from his lips. Klaus does exactly as she orders him.
The memory is so vivid, Bonnie's knees nearly give out. She squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing ragged, and heart hammering hard against her chest. It can't be real, it must be a dream, she thinks frantically and yet, as the thought comes she knows it's the truth.
Klaus is watching her in that intense way of his, still standing naked by the bed.
Bonnie doesn't know whether she wants to scream or cry.
"I'm going to take a shower," Klaus proclaims faking a yawn. "Then I'm going to make some breakfast, you left me positively famished love."
Bonnie's eyes briefly follow him as he makes his way to the bathroom at a slow human speed. Her eyes trail over his back and down to his butt. She looks away feeling embarrassed and conflicted and even furious with herself for thinking he has a great butt.
As she hears the sound of the shower running, Bonnie stumbles back and sits on the edge of the bed, eyes staring emptily at the row of windows.
The storm continues to rage, the wind swirling and hitting the glass every couple of seconds. It's so cloudy outside, as dark as it is inside, even the room feels cold.
Bonnie clutches the sheets to her chest, her shoulders shaking as she is unable to contain her sobs.
What have I done? She wonders, a river of tears streaming down her face. Like the rivers of rain that wash over the windows across from her. How could she have been so utterly reckless, so stupid? What the hell was she thinking?
She had foolishly believed her first time would be with Jeremy, maybe on prom night, as cliché as that sounded. Not after getting drunk and assaulting her former enemy turned reluctant ally.
Does she find Klaus attractive? Yes
Did she wondered what it would be like to kiss him? Yes
Did she ever entertained the fantasy of sleeping with him? No, her mind never went that far.
And now here she is, feeling absolutely miserable, angry, and sad. Because her young heart still believes in fairytales, as stupid as it is considering the world she lives in and the situation she is currently in. Because she wants the epic love story, the love, the tenderness, the need to feel not only wanted but treasured. She never thought her first time would be a drunken hook up with a man, a vampire that makes her feel foolish and nervous and utterly confused.
As the tears stream down her face another memory surfaces. A memory that leaves her out of breath and even more confused than before.
His mouth leaves a trail of fire as he kisses her neck and down her chest. One hand cups one of her breasts while the other moves down, fingers lazily tracing her stomach, moving lower and lower, until his finger hooks on the waistband of her panties, tugging hard.
Bonnie moans, hands on his shoulders, nails sinking into his pale flesh as he rips the small garment off her. She quivers.
His stubble tickles her as he kisses his way between her breasts. One hand pinches one of her nipples, tweaking the chocolate nub with his thumb while his mouth hungrily seeks the other, sucking on it like a starved babe.
Bonnie screams, back arching, eyes closed in complete surrender as his mouth sucks hard on the dark tip.
Her alcohol induced mind doesn't register the significance of this, the importance of this moment, nor does it put a stop to it. All her mind seems to scream is more.
After he feasts upon her breasts, Klaus kisses his way down her body.
The air leaves her lungs as he parts her legs.
Bonnie opens her eyes, shakily pulling herself onto her elbows in order to look at him. Her heart nearly bursting out of her chest. Her breasts rising and falling in pants.
Klaus's lips curl into a wicked grin, his eyes turning amber. He gives her one last heated look before he lowers his head between her trembling thighs.
Bonnie throws her head back and falls back down on the bed.
The piercing cry that erupts from her echoes around the room as his mouth descends on her, his sinful tongue parting her folds.
The door opens and Klaus steps out of the shower, a white towel wrapped low on his hips. Small droplets of water clinging to his body still. He walks in front of her and moves towards the dresser, searching for some clean clothes to wear.
Bonnie wipes the tears from her face, sniffling. She wishes she could blame him, she wishes she could claim that he forced her, that he seduced her, and used her but she can't. Because she was the one to start the whole thing. She was the one to order him to touch her, that one that offered herself on a silver platter.
I promise not to touch you, he said to her not that long ago, until you ask me to of course.
Touch me, she ordered last night.
The words that sealed her fate.
Klaus lets the towel drop to the floor and proceeds to change in front of her. He clearly has no modesty or is doing it on purpose to enact a reaction out of her.
Bonnie closes her eyes. She can't look at him. She feels so conflicted.
"Why the sullen mood?" Klaus asks her. "Last night you were quite demanding and playful," he teases.
"Go to hell!" Bonnie snaps, opening her eyes and standing up.
Klaus arches an eyebrow. He has changed into jeans and a dark henley. "Is that the way to treat your lover?"
Bonnie glares at him. "Las night was a mistake," she manages to get out, her voice breaking. She wants to curl herself into a ball and cry. "I was drunk and you should have respected me-"
"There is only so much a man can take love," Klaus interrupts with that stupid grin on his face. "You were begging for it and if you expected me to be a gentleman then you must have me confused with my brother. I'm anything but." He playfully winks at her. He obviously feels no remorse.
Bonnie turns away from him and proceeds to walk towards the bathroom. Her hand is on the doorknob when his words top her cold.
"Don't be angry love. You would think after the orgasm I gave you last night you would lighten up."
Bonnie sees red. She swirls around, face flushed, heart pounding loudly. "I'm going to take a shower," she tells him furiously. "With BLEACH!" she yells. "And when I get out you better be gone from this room."
"And if I don't?" Klaus challenges.
"I'll set you on fire!" She promises.
Klaus only laughs at what he considers an empty threat.
Bonnie storms inside the bathroom, shutting the door with a loud bang.
The sound of Klaus's laughter reaches her ears through the closed door.
Bonnie leans her back against it, tears rolling down her cheeks. She hates him. No, what she hates is that she can't erase or forget the night before. The hybrid has left his mouth imprinted on her skin.
Klaus is grinning like a fool as he enjoys a cup of black coffee. He's having too much fun at the witch's expense. He stands by the glass door inside the kitchen, staring at the shore, watching the waves rise and crash. It seems that the rain has no intention of going anywhere today.
He turns around just as Bonnie steps inside the kitchen. His eyes leisurely move down her body, she's wearing jeans and a long sleeve white sweater.
Klaus walks towards her and places the cup of coffee on the table.
"You!" Bonnie's eyes are two angry slits as she marches towards him.
"What got your knickers in a-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence.
SLAP
Klaus blinks and gives her a hard look. He didn't feel a thing. It didn't hurt at all.
Bonnie on the other hand screams as if she's getting killed and curses loudly. She practically jumps at the excruciating pain she feels on her hand. She hit him with all of her strength. It was like hitting her palm hard against a concrete wall. "Fuck!" it hurts. It hurts a lot.
"What the hell was that for?" Klaus angrily demands. She should consider herself lucky that he doesn't grab her by the throat and squeezes the life out of her for her insolence. Had anyone else dared to do such a thing, they would be dead.
"You liar, you son of ahhhh-" there is a moment of panic in which she thinks she might have broken her hand. Jesus Christ! How it hurts! Tears blur her vision.
"Foolish witch," Klaus chides. "You probably broke your hand with that stunt." What in the world possessed her to hit a one-thousand-year-old hybrid? She should know better.
"Got to hell."
"I think I'm already there." Klaus moves towards the living room, to the shelve with the grimoires and different jars. He scans the different labels and easily selects one, bringing it to the kitchen. "Let me see."
"Don't touch me!"
Klaus snorts. "I think it's a little too late for that, don't you?" he tries to grab her hand.
Bonnie moves away from him, crying because her hand is swelling rapidly and the pain is unbearable.
Klaus sighs in exasperation. "I can either apply this ointment on your hand and heal it," he tells her showing her the small jar filled with a white creamy substance. "I can bite my wrist and shove it inside that pretty mouth of yours and heal you, or you can spend the next couple of days or weeks in pain. Your choice."
Bonnie's bottom lip trembles. As stubborn as she is, there is only one choice that sounds good to her ears in that moment. "…The ointment…" she whimpers.
"Your hand."
Bonnie hesitantly lifts her arm. Her hand is red and swollen and she can't feel her fingers. She has never felt pain like this before. It almost feels like her hand was crushed by the wheels of a car or torn into pieces. It's a miracle she hasn't pass out from the pain. She briefly wonders if that's how the villains feel when they try to punch superman.
Klaus grabs her hand with infinite tenderness.
Despite the incredible pain she's feeling, her knees feel weak at the contact and her body trembles at his soft touch. Flashes of the night before surface once more. Bonnie does her best to push them away.
Bonnie squeezes her eyes shut, silently crying as Klaus applies the ointment on her hurt hand.
The effect is almost immediate. Her hand feels hot as the ointment begins to heal her. Soon enough, she begins to feel her fingers again. She flexes them fearfully but to her surprise there is no pain. "How did you know to use that?" she wonders, her body slowly relaxing under the gentle caresses of his fingers as they apply the healing cream.
"I checked the jars."
"That's how you knew what was inside them?" Bonnie asks curiously. Klaus continues to hold her hand, spreading the ointment all over. The swollenness is starting to disappear.
Klaus chuckles. "This one had a label that said healing ointment on it."
"Oh." A small tremor rolls over her body as she becomes very much aware of his close proximity. She's surprised at how gentle he is being with her, something tugs at her heart. An invisible string that hooks and pulls in an unknown direction.
"We didn't have sex," Bonnie blurts out. She remembers now. While she was in the shower, scrubbing her skin raw, and crying pathetically another memory came to her.
Her entire body is quivering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She's breathless and sweaty. She can hardly believe what has just happen. Sparks of magic float in the air, as she slowly begins to relax after the incredible onslaught of pleasure.
Klaus kisses his way up her body, his lips and stubble coated with her juices as he takes his sweet time moving up her heated skin. He hovers above her, plump red lips smirking down at her.
She feels boneless, like a newborn baby trying to get acquainted with the world.
Klaus lowers his head to the side of her neck, kissing, and nibbling playfully at her skin as he easily settles between her legs. They both groan as his hard length brushes against her heated, wet center.
Bonnie turns her head to the side, closing her eyes. She's happy, she's sated, her exhausted body melting against the sheets after that mind-blowing experience. She feels herself slowly sinking into a dark and calm abyss.
"Bonnie…" she hears him murmur against her ear. His hot breath making her tingle. He brushes against her once more and she moans unconsciously. There is a jolt of pleasure but she also feels really tired. She tries to open her eyes but she can't. She's exhausted.
"…just a minute…" she mumbles feeling very sleepy. "…'m sleepy…"
She feels the ghost of his knuckles brushing her cheek gently. A yawn escapes her.
"You got to be kidding me," Klaus groans pulling his hand away from her face.
Bonnie turns her face towards him and blinks her eyes open, another yawn escaping her.
Klaus shakes his head and rolls away from her. "You are going to be the death of me," he hisses. His voice sounds horse, almost shaky.
"Just a moment," Bonnie murmurs moving closer to him. She shifts until she's practically laying on top of him. She nestles her head against his chest, the beating of his heart lulling her to sleep.
"It depends on what you constitute as sex," Klaus replies with a smirk.
Bonnie glares at him. He deliberately made her think they had done the deed. The jerk. She tries to pull her hand away but he doesn't let her.
"If you want to get technical, there was no penetration involved," Klaus continues calmly as is they are discussing the weather and not what they did the night before.
Bonnie nearly chokes at his words. Only Klaus can be so brutally honest.
Klaus laughs at her reaction. He gets a perverse enjoyment out of making her flush and shift uncomfortably. It's quite endearing.
"Why…" Bonnie clears her throat, heat burning her cheeks. "Why did you let me think that we…that…" she can't even bring herself to say the word.
Klaus stares into her eyes, his mouth curving into a mischievous grin. "Consider it payback for falling asleep right as we were about to start the main course and leaving me all hot and bothered," he retorts.
Bonnie mouth drops open.
Klaus lets go of her hand and moves away from her. He wonders how shocked she would be if he were to tell her how he relieved himself with his hand as she snored peacefully against his chest. Now there is a thought. He turns back and stares at her. He opens his mouth but he stops abruptly.
She looks lovely. There is something so beautiful and delicate about her. He suddenly feels the strong urge to wrap his arms around her and keep her safe. Klaus feels a strange tug in his heart and he has to look away from her. He unconsciously trembles. He can deal with the lust and need to possess her body but he doesn't know what to do with the sudden wave of tenderness and adoration that invades him.
Bonnie is looking down at her hand covered in the white creamy ointment. She clenches it into a fist. It's all heal.
"You should leave it for an hour or so," Klaus tells her, clearing his throat. "Just in case."
Bonnie nods and stares into his face. "Thank-you."
Silence descends over the two of them.
Bonnie avoids his eyes.
Last night changed things between them and she has no idea how to proceed now. She's confused and scared. She feels like she's walking on a tight rope. Where do they go from here? What happens now?
She remains silent and continues to stare at her hand. Because it's easier to do that than to deal with Klaus and the swirl of complicated feelings he emanates in her.
Klaus watches her, waiting to see how she will proceed. He doesn't show it, but he feels as nervous and confused as she is. Something has changed between them but neither are certain if it's for the better or for worse.
The only thing that is certain is that there is no going back now.
Last night was real, it happened, and now they have to deal with the consequences.
They avoid each other for the rest of the day.
While Bonnie makes herself busy cooking her own breakfast, washing the dishes afterwards, cleaning the kitchen and taking stock of all the food they have, Klaus stays in the living room, quietly reading through the vast collection of grimoires.
It's a silent truce and neither of them wants to break it.
Bonnie stands by the sink, a mug of coffee in one hand. Her eyes are lost on the trees outside. She stares at them and at the puddles and mud on the ground, and the rain that keeps falling hard. It's almost a reflection of her mood.
The longer she stays staring out of the window, the more aware she becomes that there is something out there. She can't see it, she can't sense it, but she knows there is something there. She thinks back to the banging on the door, to the mausoleum, and that horrible grave with her name on it.
The wind blows the branches of the trees and splatters the glass with more water while lightning flashes across the dark sky.
What are you? Bonnie wonders. What do you want?
Was the grave a warning? A threat?
She takes a sip of her coffee before placing the mug on the counter next to the sink. As she continues to stare out of the window, her mind wonders to the night before, to Klaus.
While she feels relieved that they didn't go all the way, there is a nervous flutter in her stomach as she looks to the side and stares at hybrid.
Klaus sits on the ugly couch, completely engrossed in the grimoire he holds in his hands. He flips the page, reading the words at an inhuman speed before he flips the page once more.
Bonnie turns back to stare out of the kitchen window.
The alcohol made her bold and completely lowered her inhibitions to the point where she had no qualms about going to bed with him. She had never done something like that before, not even with Jeremy her boyfriend. She waits for the slash of guilt at the thought of Jeremy but it never comes. Truth to be told, she hasn't really thought about Jeremy since this whole thing started.
Instead, her skin prickles as she thinks back to the heated kisses and touches she shared with Klaus the previous night. While Bonnie cannot deny that she feels attracted to him, is one thing to find him handsome and to want to kiss him but a completely different thing to consider having sex with him. It scares her.
She closes her eyes. What she would give to have Elena and Caroline with her, someone to talk about her growing attraction to the hybrid. But she has no one. All she has is said hybrid for company.
And whatever is out there, her mind supplies.
She washes the mug and then her hand, cleaning away the residue from the healing ointment. She's drying her hands with a rag when she feels Klaus's presence next to her.
Her heart once again speeds up and butterflies take flight in her stomach. She stares at the bright yellow kitchen rag, feeling nervous and uncertain in his presence.
"Is out there, isn't it?" Klaus murmurs eyes focused on the window.
"I think so."
There is a long pause.
Bonnie throws the rag in the sink and crosses her arms over her chest. Klaus's presence makes her jittery. She can't stop thinking about last night, about the fact that he kissed her and touched her, and saw her naked and did things to her body she never before imaged or desired someone doing to her.
Klaus turns his head to the side, watching her in that intense way of his. "There is no need to be trembling like a scared little lamb witch. I am not going to eat you." He has to stop himself from adding something completely vulgar after saying that.
"Last night…" Bonnie begins nervously, keeping her eyes on the floor.
"You made it perfectly clear it was a mistake."
She winces at the harsh tone of his voice. Bonnie summons all her courage and looks up at him.
He's watching her of course. Klaus is always watching her.
"I don't know what came over me," she swallows nervously. "I was drunk, I…"
"You wanted to forget," Klaus intervenes. After the traumatic experience in the mausoleum he could hardly blame her. But they both got more than they bargained for after drinking that whiskey.
"Yeah," her hand tangles in her dark hair as she struggles to find the words. "Look," Bonnie begins. "I don't know what I am doing," she confesses.
"Well, if you want me to give you a detailed explanation of what we did-"
"Would you stop taking this as a joke!" Bonnie snaps angrily. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation here."
Surprise flickers across his eyes. He watches her, noting how tense her shoulders are. "Talk then." Whatever she has to say is clearly important.
"I…" Bonnie stops abruptly as she sees a shadowy figure walking in the living room. "What the hell?" It happens so fast, it's gone in a blink of an eye.
"What?" Klaus asks looking over his shoulder towards the living room.
Bonnie doesn't respond heading in that direction without thinking.
"Bonnie." Klaus follows her.
Bonnie stands frantically looking around the living room. There is nothing of course. Whatever she saw it's gone.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Klaus asks coming to stand next to her.
"I saw a shadow, a figure passing through the living room…" it was quick, but she saw it. She knows she saw it.
"There is nothing here." Once again Klaus can't sense anyone. "I am getting really tired of this," he hisses, his jaw clenching.
"If there was a way we could find out what it is," Bonnie murmurs. "What it wants," no sooner have the words left her lips when there is a soft thud.
Klaus and Bonnie turn to stare at each other.
The two of them then turn to look in the direction of the coffee table, on the floor by the table is the wooden box with the dice scattered around.
It fell off the table on its own.
Klaus arches an eyebrow. "Is it just me or perhaps this thing wants to communicate?"
Apprehension fills her belly. Bonnie doesn't know what to think. Did whatever she saw wants to speak with them?
"Do you dare?" Klaus asks quietly.
"Do you?" Bonnie challenges.
Klaus smirks, his eyes glinting. It's obvious what he wants, the question is, is she up for it?
Bonnie looks from the hybrid to the dice on the floor.
Seconds, a minute or two go by.
She lets out a big breath. "Okay," Bonnie says looking around the first floor. She's made up her mind. "You want to communicate, we'll communicate." She hopes she doesn't come to regret this. "How do we do this?" she asks Klaus. They might as well do it before she loses her nerve.
The hybrid grins.
They clear the coffee table and light up a single fat white candle on the left side of them. They're both on the floor, Bonnie is on her knees, Klaus is across from her. The dice on top of the table in between them.
The sound of rain and wind accompanies the erratic beating of her heart. She's nervous about doing this but there is also a strange kind of thrill in her belly. They're not sure what will come of this, but it's worth a try.
"I can't believe we're about to do this," Bonnie mutters, her palms are sweaty. "Do you think it's a ghost?"
"Perhaps," Klaus replies. "Or another creepy spirit wanting to get his clutches on you like in the second world."
"You're supposed to give me some confidence, not make me more terrified about doing this."
Klaus chuckles. "Since when have you been so afraid?"
"Oh, I don't know," Bonnie responds sarcastically. "Since this creepy adventure started, when that spirit burned my back, when Silas stabbed me, or better yet finding a grave with my name on it. Take your pick."
Klaus reaches out and places his hand on top of her.
Bonnie's heart skyrockets at the contact. She can't help but think back to the way those hands cupped her breasts. Snap out of it! She reprimands herself. Now is not the time to remember that.
They stare into each other's eyes.
If this were a movie, Klaus would say something meaningful, promise to protect her, and have her dreamily stare into his handsome face. But life is not a movie and instead of offering words of comfort or promise to valiantly defeat any evil that comes her way, Klaus's lips curl into a mischievous grin.
"Would you like some whiskey to ease your nerves?" he innocently asks.
"You-" Bonnie glares at him and uses her magic to sting his hand.
Klaus laughs, feeling amused by her weak attack. "There is no need to be so rude love, it was merely a suggestion."
"I hate you."
"Au contraire love," Klaus grins and leans forward, his stormy blue eyes pinning her to the floor. "You find me positively irresistible, that is what you hate."
Damn him, Bonnie thinks. She finds his confidence or better yet, his arrogance sexy. She will never say that to his face of course. He already has a big ego as it is.
"Let's get this over with," Bonnie mumbles because if she keeps staring into those eyes, she'll get distracted and will end up doing something really stupid, like kissing him. Kissing Klaus leads to other things that as pleasurable as they are, she's not sure if she's ready to do again. Not yet. Her feelings towards the hybrid are a mess and she rather not dwell on them at the moment.
Thankfully, Klaus gets the memo and doesn't push it. "Grab the dice with your hands," he instructs. The pieces are small enough that she can grab them with both of her hands. "Shake them for a few seconds and throw them on the table."
"That's it?" Bonnie asks, surprised at how simple it sounds. "There is no spell involved?"
"The dice are meant to communicate with the dead," Klaus reminds her. "If there is a spirit here, he or she will be doing the work, turning the dice to form words. All we have to do is wait and see."
It sounds too easy.
Bonnie grabs the bone colored dice with both of her hands and shakes them. She feels a spark, a slight tingle in her fingers. She looks at Klaus.
"The dice can sense your magic," he explains. "It's the only way they work. They are only used by witches." If a human or him were trying to do this, it wouldn't work.
"Here we go," Bonnie whispers as she throws the dice on the coffee table. They land scattered all around the surface, different letters visible but nothing makes sense.
Maybe this is not going to work, Bonnie thinks as she stares at the black letters.
"Ask a question?" Klaus suggests.
"Is there anyone here?" Bonnie asks. She's not even sure if this will work anymore. The nervousness she felt before has been replaced with doubt.
The two of them stare at the dice.
At first, nothing happens.
Bonnie sighs. "I don't think-" she stops abruptly as the dice suddenly lift into the air on their own before falling once more on the coffee table. Most of them land clumped together on one side, near the candle. Three bone color dice land in a row right in the middle of the table, right in between the hybrid and the witch. Three black letters staring right back at them.
Y-E-S
Bonnie and Klaus stare at one another. It worked!
The air cracks with electricity.
The white candle flickers as a soft wind penetrates inside the cottage.
Someone is definitely there with them.
The hairs on the back of her neck stand up and Bonnie let's out a shaky breath. She looks into Klaus's face.
The hybrid nods, urging her to continue.
"Who are you?" Bonnie asks, she shakes her head and amends the question immediately. "What's your name?"
She and Klaus watch as the dice lift into the air, once again landing clumped together to one side while the ones needed to form the answer land in the middle.
"Oh my god!" Bonnie feels like she has been punched in the gut as she stares at the name the dice have spelled out.
S-H-E-I-L-A
Grams, her Grams is communicating with them.