Bonnie couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. Every cell in her body burned so hot she thought she might die. It felt like she was on fire.
Klaus's hands dug painfully into her skin, the fingers elongating into sharp claws and sinking into her flesh as he slammed into her again and again. Bonnie hissed as red lines formed on her hips, the scent of her blood filled the air and Klaus increased his pace.
"Klaus!" Bonnie sobbed and gasped as the tension inside her kept building to the point of insanity. She had lost track of how many times she had come part and Klaus didn't show any signs of slowing down or stopping. No matter how many times he sent her crashing over the edge, he couldn't stop. He was like a man possessed, driving into her at a ferocious pace, claiming her, marking her.
Bonnie didn't want him to stop either. Even if it killed her, she wanted more. Everything felt more intense and he was buried so deep within her body, thrusting in and out of her quickly. She moaned and begged for more. She had never felt anything like this before. An infernal fire spread though her body as the tension coiled tighter and tighter.
A sob escaped her lips as Klaus jerked her body to meet the hard thrust of his hips, plunging into her, filling her, stretching her. He took her hard and fast sending ripples of pleasure over her body. Bonnie cried out, shivering with delight as she found her release only for the tension to build back again immediately.
Her hands and knees dug painfully into the earth as her body rocked in time with his thrusts. It burned as he drove into her at an inhuman speed.
Klaus slipped one arm under her lower stomach and lifted her up against him, while the other hand moved up to tweak her nipple. He kissed her shoulder, teeth scrapping her feverish skin as he plunged into her faster and harder. Her body went rigid and she felt him swell and pulsed. He slammed into her once, twice, and he sank his fangs into her shoulder as he filled her with his seed.
Bonnie screamed as ripple after ripple of pleasure quaked her body. She bit her lip painfully until she tasted blood and her vision blurred as she cried. Everything hurt.
She slumped over the grass shaking uncontrollably.
Klaus stayed inside her as he bent over her, placing kisses along her sweaty back and spine. Bonnie shivered; her heart pounding so loud and tears spilling down her cheeks by the force of her release.
"It's all right." Klaus whispered against her skin, his voice rough.
Bonnie whimpered when he pulled out of her. She rolled into her back trembling and gasping for air. It even hurt to breathe. Am I dead? She wondered dimly. Is this what it feels like to die from pleasure?
Klaus stayed on his knees in front of her, hard and ready for more. His hands moved over her thighs, caressing her skin.
Bonnie closed her eyes, "I….can't…" the words died in her throat when she felt the thrill of desire as he moved between her legs and settled his body above hers. "Oh God…" was this normal? She wondered to want someone so much…
Klaus kissed her neck, nipping and sucking at her caramel skin before moving up and nibbling on her ear. He trailed kisses over her jaw and claimed her lips in a heated kiss, licking the blood from her lips.
Bonnie didn't know where she found the strength to place her hands on his shoulders or to kiss him back, feeling the flames inside her ignite once more.
Klaus hooked her leg over his hip and slid deep inside her once more. She was so hot and slick and all his. His groans and grunts mixed with her own cries while her nails clawed down his back, as he moved deep and hard inside her.
Her nails scratched, slicing through his skin until thin red lines formed down his back, they healed immediately and she did it again and again, lost in the feel of him.
Klaus pulled her into a sitting position, moving her to straddle his lap, hands holding her hips in a painful grip and sinking deeply into her. Bonnie gripped his shoulders, as they rocked back and forth, holding his gaze before their mouths met in a slow burning kiss.
She couldn't describe what was happening, the change in position and the fast and hard way he was moving made her crazy as he hit that spot inside her that sent her closer over the edge. His mouth moved from her lips and down her neck, nipping and licking at her skin. He couldn't get enough of her. He wanted more, always more.
Bonnie arched her back while Klaus took one dark swollen nipple into his mouth sucking hard and swirling the tip with his tongue as his hips picked up speed. She moaned with every thrust, her smooth skin gilding against his, shuddering with pleasure as they moved together. Their moans and cries mingled as they found a delicious and intense rhythm.
She could feel it, the tension inside of her ready to explode again. How many times had she found that earth shattering release? Did it matter?
Klaus buried his head on her neck. Bonnie whimpered as the pleasure rolled over her body. She bit his shoulder, her human teeth managing to break his skin and taste his blood at the same time his fangs sunk into her neck.
BOOM
It was an explosion of hot liquid fire that burned her skin from the inside out. The moment his blood entered her mouth different images came to her mind.
Klaus running through the forest with his siblings, laughing, and playing. They were so young, so innocent…
Elijah teaching him how to shoot an arrow…
The hard kick on his stomach as his father yelled at him…
Tears burned in Bonnie's eyes as she clung to him, feeling his pain and that longing to have his father's love and approval. A feeling she could understand so well.
Carving a toy for Rebekah and comforting her during a terrible storm…
The sharp thrust of a sword into his chest and the pain so much pain…
The scream that escaped his throat as the bones in his body began breaking and the confusion he felt the night he triggered his werewolf side…
Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. It was too much, she couldn't take it. The feel of him inside her, his blood flowing through her veins, his feeling echoing through her and now his memories flashing through her mind, she had never been so connected to anyone. It was if they had suddenly become one and the same.
The moment Bonnie's blood slid down his throat, Klaus saw flashes of her life as well.
Young Bonnie clutching Ms. Cuddles to her chest, waiting and waiting for her father to get home, it's her birthday and he's late…
Bonnie and her grandmother dancing to a Beatle's song as they wait for the cookies in the oven to be done…
Her grandmother's lifeless body and the pain…so much pain, so much guilt.
Klaus understood her pain for it was the same pain and guilt he had felt when his younger brother had died.
Blood trickling down her nose as she exhausted herself doing a spell, pushing her body to the limit...
The anguish, the guilt, the pain upon seeing her grandmother being tortured by the spirits…It's her fault, it's all her fault.
The shock when Elena sunk her fangs into her neck and the power of expression flowing inside her…
Klaus gasped. His skin burned and his vision blurred as he felt her emotions, as he saw her memories and felt her climax as well as his own. He was inside of her, in her body, in her blood, in her mind.
The incredible force of the emotions slamming through them combined with the ripples of the physical pleasure, it was too much. Even for an immortal like him, it was an emotional and shattering experience.
They didn't know how long they stayed like that, shaking uncontrollably by the force of their pleasure and the renewed strength of their bond. They vaguely became aware of the hard rain falling upon them, the flashes of lighting in the sky and their tortured breathing as they struggled to get air back into their lungs.
Bonnie lifted her tear stained face to stare at him. She was breathless, boneless and she looked at him through glassy eyes. Her brain felt like mush and her body felt raw. She smiled weakly feeling the slight tremors over her skin after the intensity of the moment they had shared.
Klaus smiled back equally shaken by the experience. Never in his one thousand years on this earth had he experienced something so intense, so brutal. He felt as weak as a newborn babe.
They leaned closer, their foreheads touching, breathing hard and smiling.
In that moment as they gazed at each other, nothing else mattered.
Abby hummed as she rocked the baby in her arms. She was beautiful, her skin soft and delicate. She smiled as the baby squirmed and moved her tiny fists up.
"Another Bennett witch."
Abby looked up at the sound of that voice. Her mother stepped into the room carrying a bouquet of white lilies which she placed in the nearby table. "You don't know that." Abby said sadly as she stared at her babe. "Besides, Rudy wants her to have his name."
Sheila rolled her eyes, "she's a Bennett." Her tone left no room for argument. "If you have a boy he can have his father's name."
"Are you sure she's a witch?" Abby asked with trepidation. She had hoped. She had wished with all her heart that her baby would be born free of magic, free of the burden the Bennett name carried.
Sheila sat on the bed next to her. "Every child born into this family is a witch." She said proudly. "Can't you feel it?" she asked smiling down as the baby wrapped her tiny hand around her index finger. "She's a witch as you are, as I am." She lifted her face and looked directly into Abby's eyes. "As her child will be one day."
Abby's breath hitched.
"You see our name and our legacy as a burden." Sheila continued. "It is." She knew it better than most. "But now you have an even greater responsibility." She continued. "It is your duty as her mother to guide her, to teach her, to show her our ways and to prepare her for her future role."
"What if I don't want her to be a witch?" Abby asked. "What if I just want her to be a normal little girl?"
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." Sheila told her.
Abby looked down at her child and frowned. The blanket was empty, the baby had disappeared from her arms and so had her mother.
She looked around the hospital room, the flowers had died, and the day had become night. She felt cold…so cold her bones hurt.
She stood up. "Mama?" she asked feeling the fear that invaded her body. "Bonnie?" where was her baby?
She ran out of the room in panic. "My baby! Where is my baby?" She screamed trying to find a nurse, a doctor, anyone who could help her find her child.
She heard a scream on the room down the hall.
Abby ran towards it and opened the door with trembling hands. "Mom?"
Sheila Bennett sat next to the bed where a body laid covered by a white sheet.
"What's going on?" Abby asked as she stepped inside, heart beating wildly against her chest.
Sheila lifted her face, tears of blood running down her cheeks. "You failed her." The accusing tone in her voice and the agony on her mother's face send a dagger through Abby's heart. "You killed her."
Abby stood frozen watching as Sheila pulled the sheet down. "No…" tears ran down her eyes and her whole body shook when she realized who was in the bed. "No…please no…" not her baby, not her beautiful baby.
Bonnie's lifeless body stared back at her. And the blood, there was so much blood on her thighs, on the bed, on the floor. The whole room was filled with her blood. What had they done to her? who had hurt her little girl?
Abby cried knees sinking to the ground. "No…please…not Bonnie."
"She never had a chance." Sheila said through her tears. "You killed her."
Abby woke up screaming. She sat up tears streaming down her face. It was just a dream. She told herself. It wasn't real. Bonnie wasn't dead. Bonnie was alive and safe. She shut her eyes trying to erase the image of Bonnie's dead body on the bed covered in blood. It was just a dream, a terrible dream, nothing more.
"Help her."
Abby gasped recognizing that voice. She looked up startled, her eyes focusing on the shadowy figure standing in the corner of her motel room. Her mother stood there, a sad look on her face. "Mama?" she couldn't breathe, she couldn't think. She stared in shock at the silhouette of her mother, hardly daring to believe what she was seeing.
"Help her." Sheila repeated with anguish. "You must help her."
Abby leaped out bed and ran towards the corner but the ghost of her mother had disappeared. She stood there trembling, wondering whether her imagination was playing tricks on her or if she had actually seen the ghost of her mother.
She didn't know how long she stood there, mind racing. She tried to understand the dream and the apparition she had just seen. What did it mean? Was her mother trying to communicate with her?
Our dreams always have a hidden meaning, her mother had told her once.
She ran towards the bathroom. She washed her face and changed out of her nightgown quickly before grabbing her purse and keys.
Abby made her way to the cemetery, to visit her mother's grave.
Klaus woke up with a gasp his senses expanding to their maximum capacity and assessing any potential threats to him. He blinked and sat up in confusion as he took his surroundings. He was in his room at the mansion, Bonnie sleeping beside him. Despite her powerful aura, his senses no longer classified her as a threat. He was attuned to her now, the bond between them pulsing with greater strength than before.
Klaus let out a shaky breath. He rarely slept. To an original vampire sleep was an indulgence not a necessity. Falling asleep was extremely dangerous, it made them vulnerable and Klaus had learned a long time ago not to put himself in that position, ever. A millennium of running from Mikael had taught him to always be on his guard, always alert, always ready to escape. Even when he had company he never allowed himself to fall asleep. He could never allow such vulnerability.
The last time he had fallen asleep without care had been hundreds of years ago and he had woken up with a dagger in his heart-courtesy of Rebekah's lover, who had been a hunter. He shuddered remembering that night and how he had been cursed after he murdered the Five.
He turned to his side and studied the sleeping witch beside him. Bonnie laid curled up on her side a content smile on her lips. Klaus watched her, mesmerized by her beauty. He couldn't describe the emotions that he felt upon seeing her in his bed, naked and beautiful, and all his.
He lifted his hand to her face, fingertips tracing lightly over her cheek. Bonnie smiled and sighed happily unconsciously leaning towards his touch.
Klaus smiled tracing his finger over her neck, down her collarbone and down between the valley of her breasts. He had been rough with her the night before. He had been consumed by desire, by that animalistic lust that had taken over upon seeing her walking towards the mansion.
Bonnie had been responsive to his touch, to his savage lust but he still frowned when he recalled how his claws hand sunk into her soft flesh until he drew blood and the ferocious way he had moved inside her. He had hurt her but she had not complained or attempted to push him away. On the contrary, she had been responsive to his rough claiming and the wolf inside of him felt happy, content that his mate had accepted him.
Klaus froze as that thought came to his mind. Mate? Where the bloody hell had that come from? he wondered, feeling troubled and confused by the thoughts swirling inside his mind. He shook his head suppressing that part of him once more. He was in control not the beast inside him.
Klaus move his fingers down to her belly lightly tracing the still flat surface that would soon begin to swell as his child grew. He touched the side of her hip, fingers lightly tracing the soft skin where his claws had gripped painfully and made her bleed. There was not a single trace on her skin. No bruises, no marks, not even the trace of his fangs where he had bitten her.
How many times had they shared blood? He wondered. After the shattering experience of sharing their memories while drinking each other's blood, everything was a haze, blurred images of flesh, blood, sex and rain. Klaus didn't even know how they made it inside the mansion and into his bed. He felt certain that they had been on a blood high.
"Morning…" Bonnie mumbled sleepily.
Klaus dropped his hand and looked up into her face. Bonnie yawned and stretched, arching her back and giving him a delicious view of her perky breasts before quickly grabbing the sheet that pooled at her hips and pulling it up to cover her chest in embarrassment.
"There is no need to be embarrassed love," he chuckled with amusement. Not after everything they had done the night before. He had kissed, touched, and seen every inch of her glorious body.
Bonnie's heart hammered in her chest. She recognized the heated look on his face. She still couldn't believe that she was able to function after their night together.
"How are you feeling?" Klaus asked moving his body close to hers.
"Like I've been run over by a truck," Bonnie said. The night before had been intense…brutal…she had never experience something like that. Her body had been pushed to the limit. It had been so different from the other times they had been together. "I never thought we could just…"
"Fuck each other's brains out," Klaus replied coarsely.
"Klaus!" Bonnie slapped him playfully on the chest, feeling the heat on her cheeks.
Klaus grinned and rolled on top of her, pinning her arms on either side of her head and pressing his body against hers.
Bonnie closed her eyes moaning as he lowered his head and began placing light soft kisses on her neck. "You can't possible want…more…" she gasped as he sucked right on her pulse point. She had lost count of how many times they had come together the night before. And the wave of desire she felt at the feel of his body rubbing against her told her that she was more than ready for more.
Klaus lifted his face and stared down at her, his eyes filled with undeniable lust. "What do you think?" he murmured while settling between her welcoming legs. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched as began rubbing himself against her, hot, hard and ready. "I will never get enough of you, Bonnie." He whispered huskily into her ear.
Bonnie shivered as the heat from her cheeks spread all the way down to her toes. She freed her arms from his grasp and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him down for a kiss.
She kissed him gently, nibbling on his bottom lip and loving the growl that escaped from his chest. Klaus trailed his hand down her hip and over her thigh, fingers seeking that place between her legs. Bonnie moaned and arched into his touch.
The moment was broken however when her stomach decided to make its presence known. She closed her eyes mortified at the loud rumbling noises coming out of her.
Klaus pulled away chuckling."I think someone is hungry."
"It's fine." She pulled him down for another kiss. She could wait to get food, right now all she wanted was him. Their tongues met in a heated frenzy and Bonnie trailed her hands over his shoulders, his chest and down to his belly bottom.
But her stomach kept on growling, interrupting the moment.
Klaus pulled away from her. "You need to eat." He said rolling out of bed.
Bonnie sat up, "I'll be fine with some milk and cereal." She told him her eyes moving over his pale and lean back. She licked her lips as her gaze moved lower over his butt. Klaus had a nice butt and her hands itched to touch, particularly when he bent down to pick up his jeans.
He could feel her gaze on his body and he deliberately took his time pulling on his blue jeans. He then walked towards the dresser and grabbed one of his shirts. He had torn her nightgown in half the night before and she had nothing to wear. "Here,"
Bonnie took the black henley and put it on, his scent engulfing her. She got out of bed, surprised that her legs did not feel like jelly and that she was able to stand up after the sex marathon they had the previous night.
Bonnie squealed when Klaus picked her up in his arms. "What are you doing?" she laughed as he carried her out of his bedroom.
"I'm going to make you some breakfast." He told her simply.
Bonnie hooked her arms over his neck as he descended the stairs. "You can cook?" she asked, surprised.
Klaus only response was a dimpled smile.
Bonnie sat on one of the bar stools situated around the large kitchen island of the Mikaelson mansion. Her eyes followed Klaus as he pulled eggs, vegetables, and some dice ham from the fridge. Never in a million years could she have imagined that Klaus Mikaelson would one day be making her breakfast. "You know how to cook?" She looked at him with disbelief.
"Don't look so surprised love." Klaus glanced at her over his shoulder, "I'm a man of many talents."
Bonnie bit her lip watching as he poured the eggs into the pan. She ranked her eyes over his lean back. He was cooking shirtless and she definitely enjoyed the view. She could feel the heat rising inside her once more. Dear Lord, after everything they had done and she still wanted more. "What else can you do?" she asked trying to distract herself from her lust induced thoughts. "Can you play the piano?"
"Yes," Klaus chuckled and turned to face her. "And the violin."
"Really?" Bonnie smiled in delight trying to picture him playing the violin. Or better yet, dressed in a tux and playing the piano. Yes, she could definitely see him doing that.
"What about you?" Klaus asked in turn. "Can you play any instruments?"
"Are you kidding me? Not if my life depended on it." Bonnie told him. "I like to dance." She confessed. It was something she had enjoyed doing before the craziness of the supernatural world had taken over her life.
"What else?" Klaus asked intrigued as he turned back to cooking.
"I like to read…watch old movies. I'm pretty boring actually." She told him with a shrug.
"Don't sell yourself so short love," Klaus said. "You're anything but."
Bonnie smiled.
"Here you go." Klaus placed a plate in front of her with a deliciously smelling omelet. He got her some orange juice and fruit as well; a much healthier breakfast than her traditional milk and cereal.
"Thank-you," her mouth watered and she wasted no time eating. Klaus leaned his arms over the counter and watched her silently.
"What happened with your mother?" he asked once Bonnie had finished her food. Riley had told him how shaken and sad Bonnie had looked after exiting the motel. Klaus himself had felt her disappointment, anger, and sadness.
Bonnie stared at her empty plate, feeling angry and sad once more as she recalled the conversation with her mother. "I told her about the baby…" She murmured. "She offered to give some herbs so that I could have an abortion." Technically, Abby had not offered.
"I will kill her." Klaus growled standing up.
"No you won't." Bonnie told firmly.
"You're defending her." Klaus couldn't believe it. "Why do you insist on trying to make her a part of your life when she clearly doesn't care?"
"Because she's my mom," Bonnie said. Because I want her to love me, to want me, to tell me what I did wrong for her to abandoned me she thought. "She and my dad are the only family I have…I just thought that maybe for once she would turn into the mother I always wanted." She hated the tears that began forming in her eyes. "It's stupid I know." She should've known better by now.
"She doesn't deserve you." Klaus muttered. It was at the tip of his tongue to tell her about Abby's past, to shatter any illusion or desire to want that woman in her life again but he didn't want to hurt her.
"I've been thinking," Bonnie began nervously.
Klaus crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at her, waiting for her to continue.
"I'm going to New Orleans." Bonnie told him. She felt his relief, his happiness at her words. "I can't just sit back and wait for the witches to attack again. As painful as my conversation with Abby was, she made me realized that the witches won't stop, that the spirits will do anything in their power to…kill our baby." The biggest threat at the moment was the coven of witches that had sent the hunters after her and that had attacked Elijah. But who knew what else would be coming their way. The longer they waited the greater opportunity the witches would have to attack once more. "How long do you think we'll be there?"
"Do I wish we could just waltz into New Orleans and slaughter all our enemies and be done with it?" Klaus asked. "Yes. But is not going to be so easy, war is unpredictable Bonnie. And this coven is powerful. I can't give you an answer to that." he told her honestly.
"I don't want to raise our baby in the middle of a war." Bonnie said softly.
"We may not have a choice." Klaus replied.
Bonnie looked down at her empty plate. "I want to tell my dad but at the same time…" she didn't want to disappoint him.
"You can tell him you are spending the summer traveling with Rebekah and the quarterback." Klaus suggested. "He's more than likely coming to New Orleans after all."
Bonnie looked up in confusion. "Matt is coming with us?" he hadn't said anything to her the night before when he and Rebekah had been at her home.
"My dear sister fancies herself in love with him and has invited him to join us." Klaus informed her. Rebekah hadn't even asked him if she could bring the human along. The only reason Klaus might tolerate the presence of the pathetic human was because of Bonnie. It would be easier for her if she had at least one of her friends to support her.
"Does he know about the baby?" Bonnie asked nervously.
"No." Klaus replied. "Rebekah won't say anything until you decide to share the news." And seeing how her friends had reacted to the news of their relationship, Bonnie probably wouldn't be sharing the news of her pregnancy any time soon.
"I guess I could do that." Bonnie said. The idea of telling her father that she was spending the summer with her friends sounded easier than to tell him that he was going to be a grandfather. It would buy her time, to go to New Orleans and deal with the coven. "When do we leave?"
"As soon as you're ready," Klaus told her smiling. He was more than ready to get out of Mystic Falls. Elijah needed their help. "Felix and Angelica have secured a house for us we can leave this very night if you wish."
"I need to pack." Bonnie murmured. She knew how eager he was to find Elijah and as much as she wanted to stay and talk to her friends, Caroline mostly, Bonnie knew that they couldn't keep postponing their trip. The sooner they got to New Orleans and faced their enemies the better it would be. "Tonight is fine." She told him. She had made her decision.
Klaus grinned and then frowned feeling the conflicted emotions echoing through the bond. "Something else bothers you." He said studying her face.
Bonnie bit her lip nervously, "Everything has happened so fast, we haven't really had a chance to talk about…us." She took a deep breath. "We are having a baby and I don't even know…" she plucked up the courage to finally ask, "where do we stand Klaus?" she stared into his eyes feeling her heart nearly bursting out of her chest. "What are we?"
"Do you want me to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me?" he asked with his all too familiar smirk in place.
Bonnie glared him. "Are you really joking about this?" She was trying to have a serious conversation here. She stood up getting angry. "I'm trying to figure things out and you-"
"Is it so important to define what we are?" he asked curiously.
Bonnie looked away embarrassed. To him it probably wasn't a big deal but she didn't really have much experience at this sort of thing. Jeremy had been the only real boyfriend she ever had and it had been easy with him. They were close in age, he was still a teenage boy, but Klaus was not a boy. He was a thousand years older and far more experienced than her. And as much as she tried not to think about the things Abby and Damon had said, the seeds of doubts had been planted inside her mind.
Soon enough he'll lose interest and move on to another witch...
He's only using you…
The only reason he's with you is because he can't get between Caroline's legs…
Everything had happened so fast between them, the sex, the bond, and now the baby. Bonnie felt overwhelmed. And she wanted to know, she needed to know if this was more than just sex. If what they had between them was as important to him as it was to her.
"It's important to me." She replied softly. Sex to him wasn't a big deal. He probably had been with hundreds of women but it had been a huge step for her. She had never been so involved, so connected to someone and he was also the father of her child. She needed to know where they were heading with this. "Is this just sex or…" she trailed off uncertain.
Klaus moved around the kitchen island until he came to stand in front of her. He extended his hand and Bonnie shivered as he took her hand in his. One touch from him and she was ready to turn into a puddle of goo.
"Don't let Damon's words get to you." he told her trying to contain the anger he felt at the thought of that insufferable vampire. He should've killed Damon when he had the chance, but he hadn't. He had spared his life because of Bonnie.
"I'm not-"
"You are." Klaus cut her off. "Do you really believe I'm only using you?" he asked. After everything that had happened between them she still doubted him. Had he not proved himself to her?
Bonnie stared at their hands. "No," she replied quietly. "I want to believe that this is more than sex but…" she didn't want to assume. She didn't want to hope and have it all be squashed in a blink of an eye.
"I want you and you want me, I think we can both agree on that." Klaus said staring deeply into her eyes.
Bonnie nodded. The chemistry between them, their mutual desire, it had been more than obvious the night before.
"I want you for more than just your body." He admitted. Bonnie felt happy and relieved upon hearing his words. "You have bewitched me Bonnie." Klaus said softly while raising his other hand to cup her cheek. "You have captivated me in a way I could never have anticipated." he confessed.
Bonnie had taken him by surprise, a hurricane that had swept him off his feet and he had been unprepared to stop it. Never could he have imagined that this girl would come to mean so much in such a short time. That she would stir something inside him, that she would make him feel things his cold dead heart had thought impossible. "You are mine." He declared. "My lover, my bonded, the mother of my child."
Bonnie stared at him, feeling the heat of his fingers on her skin and the thundering beating of her heart. "If I am yours…" she whispered, "Are you mine? Do you belong to me and no one else?"
Klaus let go of her hand to wrap his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, crushing her body to his. The hand that had been tracing her cheek moved to the back of her neck pulling her forward, their lips almost touching.
"Yes." He answered before his lips came crashing down on hers. Bonnie's heart soared. It wasn't a love declaration by any means but it was the closest someone like Klaus could give in that moment. And for Bonnie it was enough, for now.
She felt so happy and giddy as she kissed him back. Her hands running over every inch of exposed skin she could find.
He was hers and she was his and that was all that matter right now.
New Orleans
As he lay in the coffin, Elijah dreamed.
He dreamed of the village he had called home as a child. He dreamed of his siblings, of the endless afternoons spent playing in the forest, running and playing without a care in the world.
Elijah stood near the white oak tree watching as little Kol followed after Niklaus, all chubby arms and legs.
Sweet Rebekah picking up a stick from the ground and pretending it was a sword.
Finn always apart, always quiet and sullen, he watched but never participated in their games.
"You were so young, so innocent." An all too familiar voice whispered.
Elijah turned and smiled at the woman who came to stand next to him, "Ayana." The woman who had been like a second mother to him and his siblings.
Ayana smiled sadly. "Sometimes I wish you all would've stayed that way."
"So do I." Elijah agreed. How easy things had been then, how simple. "How are you here?" he asked with a frown. She was dead, how could she be inside his head?
Ayana only smiled. "You need to wake up Elijah."
"I can't." He was stuck in the coffin. "The dark magic is keeping me trapped." And slowly eating away his strength and his life. He was desiccating and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Ayana took his hand in hers. "You have to wake up Elijah. You must warn Niklaus and Bonnie of the danger coming their way." She told him.
"What do you mean?" Elijah asked worried.
"There is a war coming." Ayana told him. "A war that will shift the balance in the supernatural world and they will be at the center of it."
"What can I do?" Elijah asked her.
"You must warn Niklaus that Mikael and Esther are plotting on the other side." She told him. "And there are others as well..."
Elijah stiffened when she mentioned his parents. "What are they plotting?"
"I'm not sure." Ayana replied sadly. "I do not have Esther's trust anymore but I will do everything in my power to stop them." She vowed squeezing his hand while raising the other to touch his cheek. "Darling Elijah, you have always stood by his side…" she murmured. "You must do so now more than ever, you and Rebekah. The three of you together are unstoppable, apart you are nothing."
Elijah nodded. "I swear to you that I will do whatever it takes to keep Bonnie and her child safe and that I will help my brother."
"I know you will." Ayana kissed his cheek. "And so will I and the witches of my blood." She promised taking hold of both of his hands. "The coven of witches that sent the hunters after Bonnie is led by a woman, a witch, a seer who was once part of the New Orleans coven but was shunned many years ago. Her name is Cassandra." Ayana informed him. "And the witch who put you in the coffin is her protégé Iris."
Elijah's eyes darkened, he finally knew the identity of the one who trapped him.
"Tell Bonnie that she's not alone." Ayana said. "Tell her that the Bennett witches protect their own and that her grandmother and I are doing everything in our power to help her, to help you all."
Elijah nodded. "I will." He gasped when he felt a warm tingle spread from his finger and throughout his body, Ayana's magic.
"Wake up, Elijah." She said sending a wave of her power to him. "Wake up." She commanded.
The jolt of power swept through him with the force of an earthquake. The totem that had been used to keep him in place, lit up in flames before it exploded and turned to ash. The dark magic had been destroyed with a single blast of power from her.
Elijah's eyes snapped open. He gasped as the air returned to his lungs for the first time in weeks.
He was free at last.
Ayana's magic had freed him.
Bonnie bit her lip as she turned the page, fully engrossed in Emily's grimoire. Klaus sat next to her enjoying a glass of bourbon while Rebekah and Matt cuddled on their seats giggling and whispering quietly. Belle had fallen asleep as soon as they got on the plane and Riley and Jesse were currently playing some card game.
They had about thirty minutes left before their private plane arrived in New Orleans.
It was amazing how quickly Klaus could get things done. By the time Bonnie had finished packing and setting all kinds of protective spells around her house, Klaus had arranged their flight and order two of his hybrids to come to Mystic Falls to keep a silent watch on her dad. The rest of his pack would be arriving in New Orleans in a few days time.
Her father had taken the news of her impromptu trip surprisingly well. Bonnie had the sneaking suspicion that Rebekah had something to do with it but she didn't call her out on it. She had embraced her dad in a fierce hug and promised to call as often as possible. She felt guilty. She had told him a big fat lie and yet it was easier than explaining the truth. For now at least she wanted to keep the news of her pregnancy a secret. She hadn't even told Matt yet. He believed they were going to New Orleans to save Elijah and find out more about the coven that was after Bonnie and she wanted to keep it that way for now.
Klaus placed his hand on her knee, jerking her out of her thoughts. "Those spells must be really good." He muttered.
Bonnie smiled feeling butterflies in her stomach at his soft touch. "They are actually. Emily was an extremely powerful witch. She came up with some great spells." One in particular I'm thinking on doing. She thought. Emily had created the rings that had been passed down in the Gilbert family and that allowed Jeremy and Alaric to keep coming back to life when they were killed by supernatural means. Bonnie had been thinking of creating a set of rings for her dad and Matt. She had been studying the spell and felt confident that she could recreated it.
Klaus moved his hand from her knee to her thigh. Bonnie squirmed in her seat. She was wearing a dress, giving his greedy hands plenty of access to touch her inner thigh. "Klaus…" she gave him a stern look hoping that he would take the hint. He didn't of course. He moved his hand under her dress and caressed her skin.
Her breath hitched and the corners of his lips curved into a wicked grin. "Is something wrong sweetheart?" He asked innocently as his fingers continued their exploration.
Bonnie glared at him only to gasp when his fingers skimmed the outline of her panties. Oh my god! They were in a plane for crying out loud, with Matt and Rebekah a few feet away from them. Not to mention his hybrids.
Was it possible to have too much sex? Bonnie wondered biting her lip when his finger pressed against her center. He smirked, feeling the dampness between her legs. Bonnie closed her eyes. It was a miracle that they had managed to get out of his bed so that she could go home and pack and get ready for this trip. A few hours ago she had been screaming his name at the top of her lungs and now here she was easily wet and ready for more. Something was terribly wrong with her. She had become a sex addict.
"Knock it off." Rebekah's voice was like a bucket of ice water. Bonnie leaped out of her seat like lighting.
Jesse laughed at her reaction and Riley tried to hide his own laugh with a pretend cough. Bonnie glared at both of them.
"I could tell you the same thing." Klaus glared at his sister. She and the quarterback had been practically shoving their tongues down their throats right in front of them after all.
"Why don't we change seats?" Bonnie suggested. Rebekah didn't look particularly happy but she agreed.
Bonnie took a seat next to Matt, trying to calm the wild beating of her heart and forget about the sinful things Klaus could to with his fingers. Said hybrid pouted like a child who had been put on timeout as he watched her sit away from him.
"I can't believe we're doing this." Matt murmured. "I quit my job at the Grill and I'm on my way to New Orleans to help my girlfriend rescue her brother." He shook his head but there was an excited smile on his face.
"Did you say goodbye to Caroline?" Bonnie asked. She had tried calling Caroline but her friend had not answered any of her calls, so Bonnie had left a brief voicemail telling her that she would be out of town for a while.
"No." Matt said a serious look on his face. "I tried calling her but she didn't pick up. I think she's angry with me after what Rebekah did to her…" Rebekah had eventually confessed what she had done to the Salvatore brothers and Caroline. Matt didn't approve and had wanted to talk to Caroline but she had not answered and he didn't have time to go to her house either.
"She's angry with me too." Bonnie murmured.
"Because you're with Klaus," Matt concluded. He knew of the confrontation Bonnie had with them the day before. "Give her time." He said to Bonnie. "She's still processing but she'll come around." Bonnie and Caroline had been friends since forever, no guy or in this case vampire was going to come in between that friendship.
Bonnie sighed. "I hope you're right." She had practically lost both of her best friends and it hurt. She didn't know when she would see Elena again, if ever and now that she was heading to New Orleans she didn't know when she would see Caroline again. She felt a strange pang in her heart. She didn't know why but she felt like she was leaving for good and that scared her.
She stared out of the plane window. "We're here." She whispered at the same time the captain made the announcement that they were about to land.
They had finally arrived in New Orleans.
After visiting her mother's grave Abby Bennett had taken the first plane she could find to Georgia. She felt anxious as she knocked on the door. The dream or nightmare she had earlier that day had left her scared and confused. She didn't know whether seeing her mother had been a figment of her imagination or reality.
She had visited her mother's grave and thought long and hard about what to do. She had finally made up her mind and had decided to come here. To the only person who might be able to help her.
"Abby," the dark haired woman who opened the door stared at her in shock. It had been years since the last time they had seen each other, eighteen years to be exact. The woman stepped away motioning for Abby to come inside.
"You have to invite me in." Abby told her nervously.
"So it's true then," the woman pressed her lips in a thin line. "At the rate we're going, we'll be extinct soon." She murmured. "Why are you here?"
"Because I need your help," Abby told her. "It's about my daughter Bonnie."
"Come in, cousin." Joanna Bennett invited Abby inside her home.
Abby gave her a small smile as she stepped inside. There was a lot they had to discuss.
A/N: I'm amazed by all your incredible support with this story. Thank-you so much!
Joanna is the mother of Lucy Bennett who appeared in the episode 'Masquerade' of TVD season 2. They are distant relatives of Abby and Bonnie. The Bennett witches are going to have an important role to play in the upcoming war. And we're finally in New Orleans, get ready for what's coming!