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Part V
Elijah sighs as the Salvatore brothers walk into his office. After hearing a heartbeat in the Manor and smelling her scent in the air, he expected the Salvatore visit soon. Klaus had chosen to complicate an already perverse situation, and Elijah could only resent him for it.
"Where is Bonnie?" Damon asked as a form of greeting.
Elijah's eyes sweep the room, and Elijah decides to have a reasonable conversation. He does not want to see a Ming dynasty vase, which he acquired two weeks ago, destroyed. To break the precious artefact during a fight beneath him will be sinful. Therefore, Elijah redirects his attention toward Stefan.
"Have you misplaced your witch?" He asks with perfectly feigned surprise.
"Klaus?" Stefan replies. "He had already shown interest in her." He pursues. "If we could avoid the back and forth and jump to the part when you agree to reason with Klaus, I will be grateful."
Elijah gracefully smiles, and yet the act is dismissive. It resembles a courtesy made to prompt a child to stop his games.
"Interesting," Elijah retorts.
"We are wasting our time," Damon growls. "He isn't going to tell us if his brother is holding Bonnie captive." He disdainfully declares. "He is as shitty as Klaus. I propose to dump the conversation and go straight to the end."
Elijah does not speak and chooses to end the conversation. The Salvatore brothers should walk themselves out of Elijah's office. Stefan complies without further arguing.
Damon reacts differently to Elijah's contempt. His fangs protrude, and he bares his teeth as a warning. Elijah calmly looks at the eldest Salvatore brother, and then he stares at his vase with regrets. A smirk stretches his lips. His mocking amusement only serves to infuriate Damon.
"Damon!" Stefan yells as his brother lunges forward to attack Elijah.
With impressive ease, Elijah counters Damon. He is on his feet within a breath and yanks Damon's jaws until it breaks. He keeps a crushing grip on what remains of Damon's jaws and stops every attempt of the bones to melt back into a uniform structure.
"I am not very fond of being attacked when I do not know the essence of the grudge." Elijah casually states. "Would you be wise enough to leave quietly while I am in a merciful mood?" He questions. "Or should I rip something more vital than a jaw?" He threatens as he drags Damon's jaws and ends the healing for an umpteenth time.
"Bonnie," Stefan speaks. "We know you have her," He insists. "Or at least, Klaus has a hand in her disappearance."
Elijah remains stoic. His annoyance with his brother does not permeate at the moment. Klaus and his entanglement should not inconvenience him.
"I have not dealt with Miss Bennett since I betrayed her trust," Elijah retorts. "Her whereabouts are certainly not part of my worries." He declares.
"She has disappeared," Stefan stresses.
"Wise of her," Elijah counters. "Seeing who is coming after your little band."
"You brought Klaus' message," Stefan pursues despite Elijah's reluctance. "And the last time she disappeared, Klaus did it."
"If we must refer to the past, Miss Bennett willingly followed my brother. She did not disappear then, and she certainly did not this time." Elijah points out. "You will be wiser if you worry about your fate and forget Miss Bennett's." He pursues with displeasure. "Mikael is freely roaming around Mystic falls." He reminds the duo. "Perhaps, you do not seize the urgency of the situation." He crushes Damon's jaws. "Your little plan to have Mikael decimate my siblings awfully backfired." He calmly explains. "You have had enough time to learn what happened when an original died." He looks at Stefan, and Stefan's silence is an answer. "Perfect," He declares. "There is no need to converse further. Your lives are on the lines."
"Taking away Bonnie will not help us work faster?" Stefan counters.
"Why will my brother or I bother with Miss Bennett?" Elijah inquires." Incentives? If your own lives do not suffice, I do not believe hers will weigh more in the balance. Your present nonchalance informs me that Elena is not missing." He stresses. "I have entertained this conversation for as long as it was courteous. Do not abuse my patience." He says and drags his hand out of the bones of Damon's jaws.
"Bonnie?" Stefan asks one more time as they leave the room.
Elijah removes Damon's broken fang from his hand.
"Certainly where she cares to be."
Klaus does not direct an adoring look at Bonnie.
He rethinks his plan. Bonnie's magic shackles Klaus. She peacefully lies by his side while he knows enough to lose sleep. Bonnie has not moved in her sleep. Her body has gone limp in the embrace of Klaus' warmth.
Bonnie's absolute comfort around him unsettles Klaus. It is so extraordinary that he can only stare with disgust. There is no urge to find a meaning for it. Klaus does not rush to find a way to exploit what unfolds before him.
"She loves me?" He confusedly whispers. "No," He assuredly answered. "It is another form of ugliness." Klaus does not doubt it for a second.
He quietly returns to his musing while she nuzzles his neck and clings to the subtle tone of his scent. Her curls scratch his chin. Bonnie smells like the soap which she borrowed from him. The moment is one like many, which he spent with women who he invited in his bed. The problem is that Bonnie invaded his bed like a small parasite crawling to feed itself. Therefore, the scene of the witch in his arm as he caringly holds her is of utter repugnance. It is the beginning of misery, and Klaus does not doubt it.
Klaus moves a few strands of hair away from Bonnie's face. His fingers roam on her cheeks. Bonnie contentedly sighs.
"What should I do with you?" Klaus asks. "Since I can bring myself to kill you."
Bonnie slowly comes to herself. She no longer lies in a bathtub. Bonnie knows nothing of the room around her. From the scent on the pillow and the richness of the sheets, she naturally concludes on the owner.
"Klaus," Bonnie calls for the hybrid, unaware that he lies next to her. "Klaus," she repeats when he does not answer.
Bonnie is oblivious to the arms holding her. She remains in a daze. The memories of the previous night are unclear, and Bonnie's mind is yet to return.
"Klaus?" She calls again as panic arises.
Bonnie has an odd need to see him. She needs urgently to confirm where she finds herself. It is the hybrid's bed. She cannot lie in another bed. Somehow, Bonnie fears that it might be another nightmare, a reverie so lucid that she cannot distinguish reality.
"Klaus?" Bonnie repeats.
She attempts to stand from the bed, and only then, she notices that she cannot truly move. Klaus is heavy for her small frame. His weight is crushing, and he purposely placed it to imprison her.
"Get off me." She yells in panic.
A few seconds ago, Bonnie was desperately calling for Klaus. Bonnie's reaction is abrupt. He does not obey her command despite the fury with which she asked. Klaus remains spread on her like a heavy winter blanket.
"I haven't sought you out, witch." Klaus replies. "You did." He pursues. "You lay in my arms because you begged for my embrace." He stresses. "Or have you forgotten now that your mind has returned?"
Bonnie looks at Klaus. Her expression speaks of the horror within her heart. Klaus smiles, and he slowly pulls away from Bonnie. She stares at him as she anxiously keeps her hands from reaching him.
"You haven't accused me of lying," Klaus points out when Bonnie does not argue over his last statement.
"Where are you going?" She asks as he leaves the bed.
Klaus smirks and looks at Bonnie. She blushes while his questioning eyes run on her visage.
"Why do you ask when you have already made up your mind to follow me?" Klaus counters.
"Why would I follow you?" Bonnie quickly retorts. "Why?" She repeats.
Klaus does not reply and begins to walk away. Bonnie watches as he leaves and cannot help the impulse. Bonnie stands from the bed, and she follows Klaus. She finds him waiting for her in a small room that is a closet.
"Magic?" Bonnie resentfully inquires.
Klaus does not reply. He searches through the closet and picks a shirt, which he extends to Bonnie.
"Cover yourself," Klaus says.
"Where are my clothes?" She dumbfounded asks while she embarrassingly becomes aware of her state of undress.
The shirt lingers between the pair. Bonnie hesitate, too concerned by any act of kindness from Klaus. Suspicion seems a bit misplaced when hours ago she came to him for comfort and salvation.
"On the floor of one of the many rooms of this house." Klaus answers.
He takes it upon himself to dress Bonnie as she continues to stare at his shirt with fright. Klaus does not point out the ridiculous nature of her fears. Klaus' shirt will not go up in flames as soon as she touches it. Klaus draws Bonnie close to him, and he places the shirt on her shoulders. For a second, Bonnie resists when he takes her arm.
"Have you forgotten how you came to me yesterday?" Klaus sighs.
"Very well!" He pursues when she surrenders.
"My clothes?" Bonnie finds herself asking when her skin scratches the shirt and breaks free his scent trapped in the cotton threads.
"No amount of cleaning will rid your clothes of the blood stains." Klaus replies.
For a few seconds, he remains silent. There is a frown of concentration on his forehead. Klaus carefully drags Bonnie's hair away from the collar and delicately frames her face with her locks. Bonnie curiously looks at Klaus. After a glance at his smile, she wants to inquire about the pleasure that he gets for grooming her.
"It took an hour to wash her blood from your hair." He declares with an odd sense of pride.
"What is wrong with me?" Bonnie muses.
Klaus' smile broadens. Bonnie feels trapped and immediately regrets speaking her mind.
Klaus does not rush to answer. He weighs on what to say. His finger grazes the button of the shirt, which she wears. He buttons the collar, and Bonnie draws a difficult breath.
"Us," Klaus declares.
"What is wrong with you?" Bonnie asks because she assumes that he does not suffer from what they did.
If Klaus is suddenly a victim, what does she become? Bonnie does not need the answer to her question.
"I wouldn't have the answer to what your magic caused," Klaus whispers, as the proximity between them leaves no choice in the way to communicate.
Anything but a murmur will further the tension.
"I haven't" Bonnie attempts to defend herself from Klaus' subtle accusation.
"You have." Klaus counters. "One does not need to be a genius to tell where the blame falls."
He continues to button the shirt. Bonnie inhales, and the air is nothing but Klaus' cologne. She, frustrated, holds her breath for a few seconds.
"I haven't," Bonnie insists. "Klaus?" She accuses with nothing but disdain for his name. "This has your name written all over it."
"I don't have the habit of making myself a victim of my actions." He says.
Klaus finishes buttoning Bonnie's shirt, and his hands come to her visage. Klaus carefully cradles Bonnie's face. He stares into her eyes, and Bonnie feels as if he has subdued her.
"What is wrong with you?" Bonnie indulges Klaus.
She certainly believes that his tenderness and kindness with her spurt from an ailment. Something is amiss. She begins to believe Klaus' accusation.
"Dependence," Klaus replies.
His thumb draws the shape of Bonnie's jawline.
"Dependence?" Bonnie repeats.
She hopes that Klaus will explain. Bonnie would like to recognise herself in what he would say.
"To you," Klaus pursues.
"To me?" She doubts his claim.
"Your blood?" Klaus clarifies.
He drags her impossibly close to him. The sound of fabric scraping his skin fills the room. Klaus may have worried about Bonnie's state of undress, but she quickly notices that he has not bothered much about himself.
"My blood," Bonnie breathes out the words.
Bonnie becomes anxious. Yet, it is an anxiety that mimics excitement. Klaus' words do not terrify her. The hunger in his eyes entices her. Something is deeply wrong with her, and Bonnie does not fear the consequences that await.
"Your touch," Klaus declares.
The original hybrid delicately holds her visage. Bonnie doubts the warmth of Klaus' touch, and his caresses frighten her. She wishes to reject Klaus' touch, but her senses sing. Bonnie draws a breath. She leans in Klaus' caresses.
"My touch?" Bonnie murmurs.
Klaus smirks, and Bonnie's confusion amuses him. He rests his forehead on hers. She avoids his eyes for a few seconds until she has nowhere else to look for safety.
"Your body," Klaus continues.
"My body?" Bonnie's voice trembles.
"You," Klaus seals his words on her lips with a feather-like kiss.
Bonnie does not notice the caress at first. Klaus' confession has entranced her, and she feels the saltiness of the skin on her tongue. Klaus does not rush in the effort to kiss her. He is as undecided as Bonnie is. There are questions, which should have answers. Yet, Klaus chooses a wild guess. If the witch has him shackled, he will pay his way to freedom by entrapping her.
Klaus kisses Bonnie, and there is more life to the kiss. Her skin burns in response. There is no liberation in obtaining a taste of what she has been craving for the past weeks. The taste of Klaus' lips does not seem enough for Bonnie. She now understands why Klaus spoke of dependence. Bonnie wants it all, Klaus' blood, his touch, his body, and everything about him. She kisses him with greed until she is breathless. Bonnie kisses Klaus until she suffers from not fulfilling her needs. With each stubborn need to graze heaven through Klaus' lips, Bonnie begins to understand how sick her desire is.
Her fingers close around Klaus' arm. Bonnie desperately clings to him and grows fearful. Her nails dig holes in Klaus' arm. Yet, she seems to think that she needs to hold Klaus tighter. Bonnie draws a breath. She strives for a reason. Tears fall from her eyes, and she does not dare to look at Klaus.
"What the hell?" Bonnie ultimately says. "What's happening?"
"Hell indeed?" Klaus agrees. "I, subservient to you." He laments. "Obligated to obey your magic and whatever spells you casted on me. I'm a toothless monster, a dog on a leash." He sighs. "And it's your doing. You unleashed hell upon me."
Bonnie looks at Klaus, and she fails to understand what he claims. She knows each word out of his mouth must be a brilliantly thought lie. Why would he pretend that she has some hold on him?
"What are you talking about, Klaus?" Bonnie interrogates.
Klaus does not flinch under Bonnie's scrutiny. He pushes a loose strand of hair behind Bonnie's ear.
"The little trick you did," Klaus coolly replies. "It puts me at your mercy." He pursues. "And it…" He draws a shallow breath. "I have yet to murder for your sake," He flippantly adds. "Only because you haven't given me reason to do so, Bonnie." Klaus cradles her face. "I don't understand the working of it. I don't presume there is a motif for you to punish yourself and me. However, I have no doubt that you created this grand mal plaguing us. When I fall prey to your curse, I hope the blood on my hands would not stain your white. "
Bonnie drags his hands away from her face. She furiously looks into Klaus' eyes to find the lies. She knows there is no truth in his words, but she fails to convince herself that he lies.
"Again what are you talking about, Klaus?" Bonnie asks with frustration. "How would I do this? Why would I do this to myself? Why would I make myself a marionette to you and my…?" She refrains from saying more than necessary.
Bonnie refuses to give more insight into her condition. She already committed the mistake of telling him that she was suffering. Now, Bonnie can watch Klaus play with her mind. She knows his words are an alluring lullaby. Yet, she cannot stop herself from listening to him. Bonnie cannot close the door to her mind.
"Inexperience?" Klaus suggests. "You should find out," He says with a smirk. "Before it bears consequences."
"I killed someone?" Bonnie answers.
The time for consequences is here. Bonnie waits for some guilt, but her morals manufacture each semblance of regrets. Bonnie does not regret killing that poor witch. She believes it necessary, and so she has a sense of panic.
"I'm aware," Klaus nonchalantly replies.
Bonnie furiously stares at him. She feels frightened at the same time. Klaus' opinion seems to rule her world, and Bonnie does not want it to dilute her values. Klaus' nonchalance toward the violence, which she committed, sanctifies the act. Bonnie forces herself to care about her actions and wants Klaus to mirror the emotions, which she fails to feel.
"Not just someone," Bonnie declares. "Your girlfriend." She says to provoke anger and disgust.
Klaus laughs, and it is warm and comforting. Bonnie cannot help the smile that his laughter brings. From now, the murder of that witch becomes excusable.
"Was it your motif?" Klaus inquires when he stops laughing. "You were…" He searches his mind for a more refined way to express Bonnie's emotions. Yet, the truth is far simpler. "Jealous?"
Bonnie shakes her head. She refuses to see Klaus simplify her actions. The offence is greater than the horrible sensation, which Bonnie felt when Klaus kissed that witch. There was jealousy, but it is ridiculous to think she will kill for it. Bonnie firmly rejects that idea. Killing the witch was liberating. She felt as if she had accomplished something extraordinary. Bonnie looks away from Klaus. She begins to feel sick.
"I killed someone for you." Bonnie corrects.
"For me?" Klaus knows better than to believe a lie. "Bonnie?" He gently says.
There is understanding in Klaus' look. Bonnie ultimately feels as if they are kin. His eyes are warm and comforting. They press her to confess, and she will not lose the bond.
"For us?" Bonnie confesses, and she regrets it immediately. "I have to go." She moves out of Klaus' reach.
"What good will it do?" Klaus demands.
"You wouldn't put things in my head," Bonnie retorts. "You wouldn't lie to my face." She argues because she knows that he is lying about everything. Even Klaus' eyes are lying. "I wouldn't feel like this." Bonnie laments.
Klaus approaches Bonnie and drags her to him.
"Like?" He inquires. "Feel like what?" He demands as he makes Bonnie face him.
"It's not what I want." Bonnie admits. "It's not me." She says with fear.
Klaus' hands frame Bonnie's face. His nose brushes her cheek, and Bonnie grows breathless.
"Bonnie," Klaus softly calls her name. "What is it that you feel?"
Bonnie will not know how to describe what she feels. There are no words to express how her mind is no longer her own. She cannot speak of will despite doing her best to resist him. Bonnie is angry, and his tenderness feels like a violent attack. It reminds her how Klaus left her body torn and broken. Bonnie is furious, and her magic begins to rumble. The room shows her emotions. Klaus should be afraid, yet he looks serene as if he was the only one unaffected by her anger.
The walls are cracking, and clothes are going in flames. Klaus is out of harm.
Bonnie's nose bleeds. Her magic always turns against her. Bonnie continues to harness her anger and wants to dislodge Klaus. She wants to turn her violence and anger toward him.
Bonnie draws a breath, and she struggles to control her magic. This morning feels much like the chaos that happened last night. Yet, she had more control in her magic while trying to kill Klaus' witch. Now, it is different. She is tugging on her magic like one tug on the reign of a mad horse.
Bonnie uproots the closet, and she wants nothing but to crush Klaus. She wants the flame engulfing his clothes to swallow him. Bonnie wants the hybrid dead. With a furious cry, she flings her hands to throw the closets at him.
Klaus remains unaffected. Bonnie helplessly watches as the closet hits the walls after being propelled in the opposite direction by a shield that she knows to be her magic.
Bonnie's anger deflates. She looks at Klaus in search of an answer. Klaus says nothing, but Bonnie can see the absence of surprise. She no longer doubts that he knows what hurts her. For a few seconds, Bonnie searches her voice. She retrieves her senses.
"Stay away from me," Bonnie warns Klaus.
"What good will that do?" Klaus counters.
"I'll find out what you did to me." Bonnie declares. "Just stay away from me." She begins to leave the room.
"Denial will not help you, little witch." Klaus confidently says. "I will do as you wish, but will you bear it?"
Bonnie parks her car before her house. For once, she is grateful for her father's absence. The witch has no heart to explain her appearance nor her exhaustion. Bonnie draws a deep breath, and she drags the car keys. She looks up and immediately feels frustrated.
On her porch, Bonnie can make a familiar silhouette. She looks across the street and searches for his car for confirmation. Bonnie draws a heavier breath, and it does nothing to quiet her mind. She looks at Jeremy's pick up and considers retracing her steps. Bonnie does not have the chance to decide. Jeremy spots her, and he leaves the porch and heads toward her.
Bonnie stretches the fabric of Klaus' shirt and opens the car's door. She dejectedly stares at Jeremy. He comes to a halt before her. Jeremy looks at her with eyes filled with concern that oddly disgust her. It is a thing that does not suit the situation.
"Where were you?" Jeremy inquires.
Bonnie steps around Jeremy. She does not want to speak about her whereabouts. The witch has not felt like talking about such things since she took on the habit of stalking Klaus.
"Not now Jer," Bonnie replies. "Not now." She repeats when he attempts to protest.
Bonnie walks away and leaves a startled Jeremy. It takes a few seconds before Jeremy can process Bonnie leaving. He begins running after her.
"Everybody has been looking for you," Jeremy declares as he grabs Bonnie's arm to stop her. "We all thought the worst happened."
"Not now!" She pulls her arm out of his grip.
"Bonnie?"
Jeremy refuses to give up. His stubbornness frustrates Bonnie, and his presence irrationally irritates her.
"I need some sleep," Bonnie replies as she opens the door of her home.
Jeremy enters despite Bonnie's attempt to keep him outside. She moves away without words.
"That is all you have to say," Jeremy berates.
Bonnie remains silent, and she makes her way to her room. Jeremy continues to tail her. She makes a supernatural effort to ignore him. Bonnie knows that nothing good can result from a conversation between Jeremy and herself.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy blocks the entrance of Bonnie's room.
She looks at him and resists the impulse to fling him against the closest wall. Bonnie shakes her head. She has had a weird aggressiveness toward Jeremy these last few days. It is within reason that she avoids Elena's younger brother. Bonnie does not want to give in to her impulse.
"What is going on with you?"
Bonnie's silence is unsettling. Her lack of interest and concern are contrary to who the Bennett witch is.
"What is this?" Jeremy asks after watching Bonnie smells the collar of her shirt.
She lovingly hugs the fabric. Bonnie slightly creeps Jeremy.
"Klaus' shirt…" Bonnie finally speaks.
"Klaus?" Jeremy stutters.
Bonnie does not explain further. She only sits on her bed and drags Klaus' shirt over her knees to cover her modesty, somehow more concerned about Jeremy looking at her body than the present situation.
"You're going to tell me everything." Jeremy demands. "Why are you wearing Klaus' clothes? Where are you coming from looking as you do?" He would not know how to describe Bonnie's appearance. "We looked for you, and you're." Jeremy sighs. "Just tell me what's going on now."
She does answer and does not know what could be a convincing lie. Bonnie stares at Jeremy until she begins to lose patience with him. Her mind becomes foggy the harder she tries to concentrate on Jeremy. Bonnie slowly loses herself to the focus of her mind.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy yells. "Stop," He panics as his sleeve catches fire, and Bonnie mumbles the spell. "Bonnie?" Jeremy calls. "What are you doing?"
Bonnie looks at Jeremy, and she has no answer to his question. She fearfully closes her eyes. The little flame on Jeremy's sleeve dies. When Bonnie opens her eyes, she hopes not to deal with Jeremy. Yet, he stands before her.
"Bonnie?"
"I didn't mean to do that," Bonnie finds nothing else to say but the truth.
Jeremy eyes Bonnie carefully. He expects to hear more words. Bonnie does not even bother with an apology. Her contrite expression barely looks sincere. Jeremy does not notice because he is not looking for anomalies.
"You can't just say something like that and nothing else." Jeremy declares when Bonnie seems disinterested in the conversation.
"Something is wrong with my magic," Bonnie confesses.
"Damon was right," Jeremy sees fit to point out. "Klaus did something to you? Is it because of your magic?" He does not know what to ask exactly.
Bonnie is unsure of the answer. Did Klaus cause these events? He certainly tried to convince her that he was simply a victim of her deeds.
"Whatever is going on with Klaus, you clearly need help." Jeremy insists when he interprets Bonnie's silence and hesitation. "Let me help you."
Jeremy takes a spot near Bonnie. She looks at his slightly burned wrist. Bonnie's guilt finally emerges to push away the previous sense of satisfaction. She almost hurt Jeremy.
"Jer?" Bonnie's voice breaks. "I'm sorry." She wipes a tear. "Something is wrong with my magic." She shows her terror. "I…" She does not know what to say.
"Let me help you," Jeremy suggests.
"No," Bonnie quietly says as she stares at Jeremy's wrist.
"Bonnie, it's Klaus." Jeremy declares. "We're still friends?" He questions, "I'm not letting you deal with it alone." He insists. "What's wrong?"
"I had sex with Klaus," Bonnie breathes the words.
Jeremy had not expected the statement. He looks at Bonnie with confusion.
"Not tonight." She pursues. "Once and never again…" She declares.
"You had sex with Klaus." Jeremy says in disbelief. "What is wrong with you?" He cannot help but ask. "Klaus?" Jeremy stands. "You had sex with Klaus." He attempts to understand. "The man that almost killed everyone who you loved. The man who would have killed Matt and I if you didn't fight him." Jeremy says with disgust. "He almost killed you."
"You'd be dead if I didn't." Bonnie counters. "If I didn't have sex with Klaus. He wouldn't have stopped at almost killing you that night, and you would be dead. He would have killed you." She says with anger against his quick judgement. "Remember how you left with Matt, and later, you couldn't find a way." Bonnie sighs. "Well, that was the bargain, your lives."
Jeremy is speechless for a few minutes. He does not know if he must present an apology or blame her for going through with such a deal.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy says with an apologetic tone
"You can go now, Jer." She retorts.
"Are you…?" Jeremy hesitates, and he looks at the shirt, which she firmly holds. "You're wearing his shirt." He subtly attempts to ask if it happened tonight.
"He gave it to me," Bonnie replies. "My clothes were in a poor state."
"Bonnie?" Jeremy stares at Bonnie. "What is going on between Klaus and you?" He dares to ask. "Are you dating or something?"
Jeremy cannot believe that he is questioning Bonnie about such a thing.
"I hate him," She immediately answers.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy sounds sceptical.
"I don't know what is wrong with me." Bonnie repeats herself. "I don't know, but it started after having sex with Klaus." She insists without detailing the horror that she has done. "But I need to find out why it's happening." She declares. "Before I do something bad." Bonnie hesitates, and she judges good not to disclose that she has killed a witch in a feat of jealousy. "I don't know what is wrong with me, and this," she points at his burnt sleeve." Might happen again."
Bonnie begins to cry. Jeremy hugs her, and Bonnie shivers in disgust. She promptly steps out of Jeremy's arms.
"It's okay," Jeremy softly says as he reaches for Bonnie one more time. "It's okay." He insists when she almost escapes his hug. "I'll help you figure things out." Jeremy declares. "I'll help you find what's going on with your magic." He swears. "If Klaus did it to you, I'll make him pay."
"You'll make him pay." Bonnie inquires. "You can't do that." She lowers her voice.
Jeremy's promise does not comfort Bonnie. She feels as anger bubbles under her skin. Bonnie has the same burning feeling that she experienced last night after seeing Klaus kiss another woman. The witch closes her eyes to return to her senses.
"I'll keep you safe from Klaus." Jeremy promises, and he leans to kiss Bonnie.
From the moment his lips touch hers, Bonnie remembers Klaus' words. Jeremy's lips taste like death. Bonnie pulls away.
"You should go before us both regret what could happen," Bonnie orders and warns him.
Klaus sits his painting brush as Elijah storms in his atelier. He eyes his brother and waits for the tirade. Nothing else but a lecture can be the reason behind Elijah's urge to talk to him.
"Lee," Klaus says with false glee. "What brings you here?" He inquires for the sake to rush the conversation.
"Mikael," Elijah deadpans. "You ought to remember what we are trying to escape," He says, highly sarcastic. "Our father who has sworn to kill you."
"Ah," Klaus picks up the brush, which he abandoned. "I see."
Elijah looks at Klaus and wonders if his brother has lost his mind. His lack of fear is inappropriate.
"You certainly do not share my worry," Elijah sighs. "You prefer to dwell on trivialities," He points at the canvas where Klaus draws very familiar traits. "And rest on false hopes of ancient magic," Elijah laments. "Sex magic is of no use, and when it is, it is either dangerous or something as banal as a love charm."
Klaus snorts. Elijah's frustration amuses him.
"False hopes?" Klaus repeats. "Your time with the Salvatore must not bear the expected fruits, brother." He pursues with a condescending tone. "Are they being petulant and uncooperative?" He stops speaking for a few seconds to focus on the strokes of his painting. "I saw the issue arise, but I hope you find the solution. Maybe you could murder one member of that merry gang. The blonde should be a decent choice."
"Before advising on ways to fix the issue, I believe it important to blame the right culprit," Elijah retorts. "They worry for the witch." He continues. "Almost five hundred years combined and so much faith in a pubescent girl." Elijah cannot hide his disgust for the Salvatores' incompetence. "Return their witch, Klaus."
"You credit me for every evil on earth, Lee." Klaus smiles. "The witch isn't one of my possessions. I could only dream of such. I can't return what I don't have." He grabs his colour palette, and he focuses on obtaining the perfect green for her eyes.
"Niklaus?" Elijah warns. "Do not take me for a fool. Her presence around the house is hard to miss." He declares. "What do you gain from sequestering an inexperienced witch?"
"The witch is not a victim of my deed," Klaus argues. "Her inexperience is proof of Salvatores' reprehensible care. The witch is uncared for and it shows," Klaus rants. "If Bonnie Bennett is the victim of something, it is her ignorance."
"Niklaus," Elijah attempts to stop Klaus' tirade. "I do not ask the world of you, but not to be a hurdle for our plan." He says with exasperation. "Ignorant or not, Miss Bennett is of use to the Salvatores. With your small antics, you are hindering any progress they could make." He explains. "The witch is not yours. How they care for her should not be a cause to champion."
"She is more mine than you know," Klaus counters. "Or you wouldn't have come here to plead with me about her fate." He points out.
"They are of no use without their witch," Elijah reminds Klaus. "And if we must speak of Miss Bennett."
Klaus interrupts Elijah. He already knows Elijah's opinion on the last heir of the Bennett line.
"She is precious," Klaus declares. "And not truly their witch, and yet not mine as well," He confesses.
Klaus looks at his fingers tainted with the green of Bonnie's eyes. He may have to correct the shading to have that elegant melancholy that Bonnie's heart carries. Klaus stares at the eyes on the canvas. Bonnie's eyes lack emotions and vibrancy. Klaus remembers what he saw in her soul.
"Her magic has no master, not even herself," He claims. "The witch is precious because her magic demands a master."
Elijah is sceptical. He does not see the same potential as Klaus sees. For him, Bonnie is like the sketch on Klaus canvas, incomplete and embellished with a false magnetism.
"A shadow of her former self," Elijah corrects Klaus. "You built your opinion of Miss Bennett on the night when she descended upon you like a plague from heaven, but what remains of the witch is nothing to covet." He affirms. "She made you fear death, and so you are wrongfully reverential," Elijah dismissively says. "But Bonnie Bennett is a Bennett by name only with none of the glory left."
"The issue is not that she does not match her peers," Klaus retorts. "You miss the true problem, Lee." He argues. "You want to compare erudite to one who shows natural talent."
"Until she learns, she is of no use to you." Elijah replies.
"I could teach her how to be a witch," Klaus replies. "I could show her how to take pride in her superiority." He fancies. "Fill her head with such arrogance that she becomes blind to her act and loses her morals." He explains and envisions what he must do. "I could reshape her." Klaus decides on how to fix his troubles with Bonnie.
"I could be the soul of her magic."
"The time is not right for some Pygmalion quest. We cannot waste every hope on anything. You could! Or..." Elijah sighs, and Klaus' delusions are unwelcome. "We could head to NOLA and escape our father." Elijah declares. "Forget about the Salvatores and the witch. We no longer have the luxury to enjoy fanciful sentiments of rivalry."
Klaus leaves his chair and approaches Elijah. He cradles his brother's face and makes him face his determination.
"Lee," Klaus softly says. "You surely believe that you understand what it is to crawl into sewers to escape our father, but you don't." He stresses. "Mikael didn't bother you when you were mortal. You didn't smell his foul breath saturated with alcohol while he beat you until you held your breath to die." Klaus' grip becomes tighter around Elijah's face. "Each night, I faced him head-on. The frail child that I was at the time, I faced him and his violence." He proudly says. "I will not run now. I am everything he wanted to destroy because he was afraid that I would destroy him. Oh, I'm no longer running."
"Mikael is no longer the father that was harsh with you," Elijah counters.
"I do understand your worries," Klaus frees Elijah. "I would share them if," He pauses to think about what he must reveal. "Fate had not seen to our needs." He declares without explaining further. "You wanted to speak of the Bennett witch, and I have a confession."
"Niklaus?" Elijah sighs.
"There is no need to hide from father," Klaus says. "Let him come to us and meet his death." He confidently declares. "The witch will do it." Klaus claims. "She will kill Mikael for me..."
"And how would such a feat happen?" Elijah believes none of Klaus' delusions.
"A witch should be nurtured like ivy tied on a stick to guide her growth. With Bonnie, there are hesitations. No shape nor mind to her magic." Klaus retorts. "I will give her magic a shape. She will kill for me because nothing else will seem more righteous." Klaus finishes. "And on how such a feat can happen, the witch has made it happen already."
When she sees his silhouette, Bonnie's heart halts. She wishes for the company of her friends. If there were judging eyes around, Bonnie would exercise restraint. However, Elena and Caroline decided to stay longer at the practice.
"You shouldn't be here," Bonnie says when she reaches him.
"You're being a bit hypocritical, witch." Klaus retorts. "My presence here does not compare to the liberty which you take with my personal space." He reminds her. "Here," Klaus says as he places a hair tie in the palm of Bonnie's hand.
"What is this?" She feigns ignorance.
"You lost it last night when you," Klaus stops for the theatrics. "What is the word?" He purposely waits for Bonnie's confession.
"I didn't spy on you," Bonnie rushes to say.
Klaus chuckles, amused by her attempt to lie.
"Of course you didn't," He replies. "The word lacks your intentions." Klaus explains. "You didn't come to watch what devilish act I was preparing. You didn't come to uncover my secrets." He closes the distance between them. "You were there because you must be with me." Klaus gauges Bonnie's reaction, and she does not deny his claim. "You must silence your jealousy." He softly says. "You must calm your desire." Klaus inquires. "You didn't spy on me. You stalked me."
"No," Bonnie retorts.
Klaus can smell the lie on her. It is in the hesitation of her voice and the frown on her forehead.
"And I didn't come here to return a trinket, which you couldn't remember losing." Klaus admits.
He extends his hand for Bonnie to take. She looks at him curiously despite the temptation to do as the original asks. Bonnie has not lost all suspicions despite losing her mind in the process of fighting for a semblance of sanity.
"Klaus?" Bonnie allows him to hear her scepticism.
Klaus does not take back his hand. He waits for Bonnie to be reasonable. When she chooses to be stubborn instead, Klaus decides to threaten her with the sweetest horrors.
"I have no reputation to preserve," Klaus says with amusement. "I'll do what I intend to do even in plain sight." He declares. "But you..." Klaus looks at Bonnie, and he does not need to pursue. The witch understands him.
Bonnie reluctantly takes Klaus' hand, and she follows him to the parking lot. He leads her to her car and waits for Bonnie to open it. The pair enters Bonnie's car, and Klaus seems abnormally tall in the small interior of her Prius.
"Now what?" Bonnie asks.
"Undress yourself," Klaus orders.
Bonnie looks at him as he unbuttons his shirt. She does not obey, and he smirks.
"Do you want some false gesture of romance?" Klaus inquires as he lowers the car seat until it is almost flat. "I saw you more as a practical woman." He cradles Bonnie's face. "But I am accustomed to surprise when you're concerned."
"What?" She asks. "What?"
Klaus leaves her face to place his hand on her shoulder. Bonnie shivers when his hand crawls on her back, and he holds the zipper of her cheerleader top.
"Of course your forwardness on other matters does not apply in this context," Klaus admits. "Have you slept recently?" He asks when he is aware of the answer.
Bonnie, although gorgeous, looks unrested. She looked consumed by her essence, which is normal to Klaus. Her magic is eating her from inside.
"I haven't." He pursues.
Klaus carefully lowers the zip, and he pulls a few strands of hair out of its way. He runs his hand on her back, and he slips his fingers beneath the fabric of her top.
"Not because I lack sleep, but I find myself haunted by fantasies." Klaus confesses.
He pushes forward Bonnie's top, and the bone of her collar is a sight, which he dreams about every night. He slowly pulls the sleeves down her arm until the curves of her breast are visible.
"Some are more vivid than others." He explains. "And when I'm awake, I'm restless." He removes her top. "Plagued with cravings." Klaus' tongue grazes the curve of Bonnie's neck. "But then I catch a few hours of quietness." He kisses her pulsating skin. "Like now," his mouth covers her earlobe. "When your scent fills the air, and I know that I can satiate my cravings." He holds her chin and brings Bonnie's lips to his.
The kiss does not last. Klaus does not want it to be endless and pulls away and looks into Bonnie's eyes. Bonnie does not stop looking.
"I know your affliction." Klaus claims. "Is it worse?" He wonders. "Of course it is worse!" He confirms with a glance at the desire in her eyes. "You don't get to smell me in the air you breathe." He takes one of her curls and places it behind Bonnie's ear. "You aren't aware of my looks." He takes her hand, and she does not resist him. "You haven't felt my desire." He pursues. "Even in this secluded space, you have yet to be aware of my desire." Klaus smirks. "Maybe now?" He places Bonnie's hand on his manhood. "Are you still restless?"
"Yes?" Bonnie's voice trembles.
"Liar," Klaus' laugh melodiously echoes in her head. "You're many things, but being a liar is beneath you." Again, he cradles her face. "It won't stop," Klaus' thumb draws Bonnie's bottom lip. "No one else will satiate that hunger." He kisses the place where her jaws broke after falling from a tree her mother has warned her not to climb. Bonnie feels as if she can hear that same warning now. She will fall. "It's not about hunger." His teeth graze her skin. "Have you had the young Gilbert scratch that itch?" He pauses to hear her answer.
Bonnie looks into his eyes. She has no choice as he has caged her face between his streamlined fingers.
"Yes?" Bonnie responds to shock and diverts his attention.
Klaus says nothing. He unwraps his finger around her face. His hands leave a bruise, and they run along her neck. She worries that he might just snap the bone under his fingers, and yet she has no will to fight. Bonnie is like a rat with toxoplasmosis so eager to run into the awaiting mouth of a cat.
Will Klaus strangle her?
She hopes he does to end whatever has them wrapped around each other. Klaus does not, and Bonnie knows that he cannot. It is no longer in his power to decide if she dies. His hands continue to travel her skin. They stop at the aim of her skirt.
"No." Bonnie retakes her lie. "I can't even stand his kisses." She admits.
Klaus kisses her as he slips his hand beneath her skirt. The kiss is slow. He sets out to prove a point. An innocent lie is suddenly an insult hard to bear. The jealousy is petty. The anger that follows it is stupidly cruel. Now, he understands why the witch has killed in his name.
"It tastes like ashes as if the sensation of all of it being wrong will not suffice to deter you." He breaks the kiss. "But this," his finger pulls the lace of her thong. "This is right." He says as he slowly drags the lace garment down her thighs.
"Klaus?" Bonnie pleads.
However, she no longer knows what she demands. Must Klaus stop? When he does, Bonnie wants him to pursue. She pulls her underwear down to her ankles. He pushes Bonnie's skirt up.
"For your sanity," He says as his frame covers her body. It is an exercise of contortions to fit in the car. "Would you not need your mind to end this?" She hears the clicking of his belt. "To fight me." He says in a choked breath.
Bonnie moans, and she is unprepared to the fullness and clings to Klaus' back. Klaus only pushes further to fill her tilt. Bonnie's eyes burn with tears as she maintains him in the embrace. Her fear of breaking apart is more than the pain, which Klaus inflicts now and promises to inflict later.
Klaus may not decide if she dies, but he commands her pain, pleasure, and bliss. Nothing can be worse.
Klaus' thumb catches her tears. His breath is warm on her neck. Bonnie clings to Klaus. He voraciously claims her lips, and the sensation of being alive spreads along Bonnie's body. Her heart races, and her skin tingles. It crushes her lungs, and it floods her bloodstream. His caresses calm her pain, and so she welcomes his touch. Her fingers dig in the soft muscle of his back.
Bonnie senses her downfall when her moan becomes cries of pleasure, and she wants to stop it. She looks at her hands while they close around him. Bonnie wants to cling to his body, and Bonnie shall not desire to stick with Klaus. She should not enjoy it. Yet, it feels right.
"For my sanity," Klaus whispers in her ear. "Just for me." He says in a tone, which is threatening. "Or would you rather have someone else bear the price of what I would be driven to do if I don't indulge in my need for you." He echoes her mind. Klaus justifies the murder of a woman who only had the mistake to stand between these moments. "Or would you handle it magnificently? You would make it right for us."
His possessiveness is comfort and sounds like the highest praise. Bonnie quickly reaches the orgasm.
"For us to have the mind to fight this." He breathes the words on her skin.
Klaus' teeth break through Bonnie's skin. There, he unleashes his violence. He drinks voraciously. Gulp after gulp, she can feel him wanting more. Bonnie's hand comes to Klaus' cheek, and she draws a caress.