The second he smelled it, smelled that little runt's scent with hers Klaus lost all sanity. His mate's arousal-fresh and ripe(oh god did she smell delicious!) and the putrid seed of that whelp filled his nose. He could no longer think. He could no longer speak. He could no longer process who was what or why. He could only do what his wolf demanded.
DESTROY HIM!
He was vaguely aware of an unconscious body as he sped past it on his way into the tomb. There the infuriating scent was even stronger, flooding it's way into his nostrils. The scene of the bloody crime!
But what drove it home was the sight before him. Not one but two-TWO SHIRTLESS MALES alone with his mate. Again the scent of her recent arousal wafted in the air over theirs. The wolf obviously, he could smell his completion from a mile away (and he would surely die for that) but there was a hint of something from the vampire too. Had they both been fooling with his Bonnie?!
MINE!
He lashed out at the nearest person-the vampire and immediately tore into his throat. Klaus barely registered the struggle, the lesser creature's attempt to defend himself futile.
"Damon!"
Now his mate was screaming another man's name!
He couldn't help it, he threw his head back and roared his thirst for vengeance.
TEAR HIM APART!
But the vampire seized the moment of his battlecry and plunged something painful into his chest. A stake? Whatever it was, it would not kill him. Klaus Mikaelson could not be killed! He yanked the stake from his chest just as the vampire suddenly flew out of the tomb and from his grasp.
He prepared to give chase when again the scent of wolf semen drew him to his original target. Arrogant as before the damn pup had the nerve to snarl at him.
Klaus licked his chops before striking at him next.
"Incendia!"
A wall of fire erupted between them before he could get his hands on the little shit. It didn't matter. He charged right on through it.
Ignoring the flames enveloping his skin he grasped the whelp by the throat, lifting him off the ground. Her sweat, her saliva-he could smell it on him. On his lips, on his chest...wait was that a fucking mating mark?!
"She is MINE!"
His free hand went for the teen wolf's chest, ready to rip his heart out when that god-awful migraine hit his head again. This time twice as bad as before.
"GAAAGHHH!"
His grip loosened and the target fell from his grasp. Despite the pain, Klaus tried to reach for him. To finish the job. No one-absolutely NO ONE touched what was his!
MINE!
The stabbing pain intensified.
"RRGGGHHH!"
He fell to both knees, unable to take it. The curr was now out of his reach, his scent farther than it was just a second ago. Latin words, head splitting agony, and... why was his skin burning? Klaus gave one last roar of frustration as he fought the pain's demand to fade out of consciousness.
"Incoming!"
Not a second after Damon's warning, Klaus was there. And he was fast. Before anyone could react he was already tearing into the closest person.
Eyes glowing with an infallible rage, he tore a chunk from the vamp's neck, showering the wall with Salvatore blood.
"Damon!" Bonnie screamed, she'd been expecting Klaus to go straight for Tyler.
For what it was worth, Damon put up a good fight; he'd even managed to pull a stake from the back of his pants and get it in the hybrid but it did no good. He was losing badly. The only thing Bonnie could do was use her magic to remove him from the tomb, sparing him from imminent death.
That left Tyler and Klaus face to face. And despite the hybrid's clear display of superior dominance, her bull-headed friend was not backing down. She had to protect him.
"Incendia!"
Tyler jumped back from the flames, more rattled by the fire than the raging Original ready to obliterate him. Stupid wolf pride again. He must want to get himself killed!
Bonnie's anger was quickly shorted by panic when Klaus actually leapt through the flames to grab Tyler by the throat. In his rage he didn't seem to notice nor care that his body was on fire!
She'd never seen the hybrid more terrifying.
"She is MINE!" he roared, and a full on tremor gripped Bonnie at the knowledge that he was referring to her.
This was beyond crazed. He was literally walking through fire to claim her. How was it possible that her natural scent could garner such behavior from the Original? That one so old, so powerful, so experienced could lose his reasoning, his sanity, his sense of self-preservation? Fire might not kill him but it would do major damage.
There was no time to ponder as once again she was called to save her friend. Aneurysm. It had put Klaus down before. It would work again.
"GAAAGHHH!"
She felt a small victory when he dropped the coughing wolf to the ground. If she could keep Klaus down long enough then she could start the sealing spell. This could really work!
But if she thought Tyler was stubborn, the hybrid gave him a run for his money. Still groaning in pain, he grabbed for his rival, dead set to end his life. She wasn't about to let that happen. Concentrating, she doubled down on her attack.
"RRGGGHHH!"
Multi-tasking, she flung Tyler out of the tomb and prepared to rush after when she felt her head swoon.
Whoa that was...
She hadn't felt this light headed since her early days of witchcraft, back when she would get nosebleeds.
No, not now! I have a job to do!
Apparently holding off a phasing Klaus, a phasing Tyler and saving both Tyler and Damon was close to her limit. Close, maybe but she refused for it to be her limit. She would finish what she started. She would seal Klaus away. Stumbling toward the entrance, she began to recite the incantation. Her adaptation wasn't too lengthy. As long as she was out by the last word she would be fine. But the more magic she drew, the more heavy the pull to just lie down and close her eyes.
No, I can do this! I'm strong enough!
Stefan's warning replayed in her mind. Her Grams's face as she slept peacefully unable to wake up.
I have to be strong enough!
She continued the spell, even as Klaus began to stir behind her. The migraine was wearing off. Tyler must have hit something in his landing because he was on the ground, slowly crawling to his feet as well. Damon lied against the wall clutching his blood soaked neck, eyes dazed at the amount of blood he'd lost.
A liquid thick and runny trickled over her lip.
Shit! A nosebleed. She really was pushing it! But there was no way she could stop now. No way she could allow herself to falter.
If she didn't finish this spell quickly Klaus would be free and there would be no one to protect her friends. She forged on, nearly finished. All she had to say were four more words-
Hot arms encased her from behind, pulling her against a literally smoking body.
"You're bleeding, Love."
She saw Tyler on his feet, running her way.
I won't be able to defend him.
Running to his death.
I have to do this.
There was no other option. She would have to sacrifice herself. Anything to protect her friends. Her lips uttered the last words just as Tyler hit the entrance. He bounced off the invisible wall like a forcefield.
"Bonnie!" he screamed, his eyes glowing gold.
"Bonnie NO!"
Damon was blinking, and she couldn't quite read the odd look he gave her. Were it anyone else it might be regret but...Damon couldn't care less about her. She wasn't Elena.
"BONNIE!"
She was tired, so tired now. But for the time being her friends were safe. Klaus's arms tightened around her and she felt him growling low with contentment.
"Mine," he whispered but it no longer held that bite.
He knew exactly what he was saying this time. His lips touched her neck, planting a kiss before a hot tongue laved at her skin. Despite her fatigue, Bonnie felt herself tensing in an unmentionable area below.
It felt good. It wasn't supposed to but Klaus felt good. She breathed out, her defenses completely down.
"I can smell your arousal Love," he whispered in her ear, his octave lower than she'd ever heard on him.
Bonnie tried to respond but she could barely keep her eyes open, let alone move her mouth. The noise she managed sounded suspiciously like a moan. That seemed to encourage the hybrid.
His tongue returned, slicking her with another heat inducing caress. And another. And another. Her lips fell open, sighing as she tightened between her thighs.
"Mmhhhh."
She'd made that noise out loud! What was worse, as her enemy continued to taste her, she couldn't stop. What he was doing with that wicked mouth of his was waking her body in a way no one had before.
But this was Klaus. The Klaus- known worldwide for his treachery, callousness and cruelty. He'd hunted Katherine Pierce for over a century simply for denying him her life's sacrifice to break his curse the first time. Not to mention the things he'd done in his efforts to obtain Elena's blood. He was as heartless as they came. The guy had even daggered his own brother in front of Stefan's eyes.
But those lips. They were suckling her neck in a way that was sure to leave a very visible mark. And it felt soooo good. When Bonnie moaned again it was clearer, louder even in her own ears. That set the hybrid off.
One moment he was holding her from behind, the next he'd scooped her up bridal style. Bonnie pressed a hand against his semi-bare chest still trying to fight what she was feeling. The fire had burned away most of his shirt but his skin was already healing.
"Come Love, no more games," Klaus murmured, his voice saturated in purest form of lust.
"You are mine. It's time you know it."
Dull pain settled in his neck, sharp pain from an oncoming headache as he was jolted awake by the rabid screams of an irate phasing young wolf. Even so, it was the scent of his big brother's blood that caused Stefan to move.
"Wh-what's happening?"
His eyes searched for Damon and found him sitting slumped against the wall. Blood covered his entire front but he was conscious.
"Damon!"
He was at his brother's side.
"I'm fine," the elder Salvatore managed.
He was weakened but healing. A human would have died a couple of pints or so ago. Judging by the amount of blood both on his person and in the air he'd lost far too much.
"Bonnie," Damon tried to tell him.
He could barely lift his finger to point, opting to use his chin instead. A sinking feeling hit Stefan as he turned in the direction his brother faced. Dread immediately shot to panic. There was a heavily aroused Klaus carrying a limp Bonnie in his arms farther back into the tomb.
Pheromones permeated the air. Wolf secretions, testosterone and the unmistakable scent of pure feminine arousal. Even he had to admit the young witch smelled amazing but he was more concerned with her safety. He shot after the retreating form only to slam into something impenetrable.
Tyler was already there attacking the invisible barrier with everything he had. He was still shouting, but his words were incoherent aside from the occasional "mate." Between the snarls and growls and ranting Stefan could barely concentrate.
"Klaus! Klaus wait!"
Tyler was in his way. And making things worse with his raving. Put off, he struck the wolf with an elbow to the face, effectively knocking him out.
"Klaus, please!"
The hybrid turned, and Stefan saw the full on wolf heat had consumed him. Golden eyes weren't just glowing. They were nearly blinding.
How was he going to do this? How was he going to save Bonnie? From that?
"I'll do it," he pleaded.
"Whatever it is you have planned for me. Whatever it is you want. I'll do it willingly. Just...just don't hurt her."
Klaus cocked his head to the side, appearing thoughtful.
"I would never hurt my mate, Stefan."
It wasn't working. Shit, it wasn't working!
"But I will hold you to your word."
With that Klaus turned away, resuming his trek back into the tomb.
"No, no! Klaus don't!" but the two had already disappeared around the bend.
Something more than panic seized Stefan then and like the wolf he'd taken down, he began throwing himself against the barrier.
"Bonnie! Bonnie wake up! Please!"
She must have used the sealing spell and it had obviously drained her. He'd tried to warn her. It was miraculous the spell hadn't killed her.
"Bonnie!"
Then again, with what Klaus would do to her, maybe she would have been better off.
I was supposed to look out for her.
But he'd failed and now she was in the arms of their worst enemy. Their worst enemy who was also wholly submerged in his very first wolf heat.
He had to do something. Wished he could do something. He couldn't just give up!
A distinct moan of feminine pleasure reached his ears then and Stefan felt something drop inside. The arousal scent thickened, both wolf and witch so strong that he had to clear his throat of the taste.
"Hmm... I'd totally hit that," Damon slurred behind him.
He knew his brother wasn't kidding this time. Because even though vampires were technically dead, they still had hormones. They were still men. And the pheromones Bonnie was inadvertently releasing right now would call to anyone with advanced olfactory senses.
He touched the barrier again, one last hope that maybe, just maybe he might be able to break through. No such luck.
"And I'd last a lot longer than wolfboy too."
Damon must really be out of it. He paid his brother no mind, instead focusing on the second wave of arousal floating their way. It smelled-
enticing-
consensual. No trace of fear or panic...as if whatever he was doing she liked. Had Bonnie lost her mind?
Clearly she had. And if he had to sit here and listen to much less smell where she and Klaus were headed next then he would surely lose his too.