Chapter 4: Murder

Date: May 15, 2014

Parings: Bonnie/Marie/Klaus, Stefan/Damon/Caroline, Klonnie

Notes: The last half of this chapter was written with the song Murder by Justin Timberlake in mind. You'll know exactly what part when you get to it, hehe. Again, I own none of these characters. They are the property of TVD/CW/Alloy Entertainment and whoever the hell writes and owns American Horror Story. That is all.

There are a thousand scenarios Bonnie pictured herself being trapped in over the course of her fairly short life. Sitting in the back of Laveau's next to Niklaus Mikaelson and in front of Marie Laveau herself was one she couldn't have made up if she tried. It was hard to pay attention to Marie with Klaus sitting so close. Their shoulders nearly touch and it made Bonnie's skin crawl. She wanted nothing more than to toss him around the room and tear him from limb to limb but the adoration in Marie's eyes that was reserved just for this despicable monster prevented her from doing so. Scratch that, the adoration she had for Marie was what stopped her from acting on her rage. Bonnie only blinked at Klaus when he gave her a smug smile, having caught her burning a hole into the side of his face. She inhaled deeply and forced herself to focus on Marie who was going on and on about... Bonnie didn't really know what.

"I called Klaus here to take care of a situation for me. You see, Klaus and I go way back. About a hundred years or so." At this revelation, Bonnie turned to Marie with an inquisitive look, trying hard to mask her confusion. "What? I look good don't I?" Marie smirked. Bonnie knew that magic could preserve a witch's youth however she had never heard of a witch living that long. The thought sent a shiver and a small amount of hope she tried to ignore down her spine.

Bonnie remained silent as Marie continued. "For as long as I've lived in the quarter; nothing has happened without my knowledge." Marie spoke not with arrogance but with certainty. Though she's only known Marie for a brief period, Bonnie knew that she protected what she believed in with every fiber in her body and she'd kill any and everything that stood in her way. While Bonnie respected her, she also feared her. She might've been stronger but Marie was older, wiser, and more ruthless than she could ever be and that's what made her so dangerous. The fact that Klaus was her lap dog made Bonnie even more nervous around the woman.

"That said," Bonnie snapped back to reality quickly and gave Marie her undivided attention. "I've recently learned of something that causes concern." The small smile on Marie's face was cold and unreadable as she looked at Bonnie. "Marcel's been planning to further his plight in taking over this city. As it stands now, he runs all of the quarter except Ann Street. Ann Street is mine and always has been. However, his little dummy mission is not what concerns me. Recently he's been killing our kind and just last night he and his crew slaughtered twenty-seven witches; three of which belongs to my coven. I could give a fuck-less about the other twenty-four but as it stands, he done fucked with the wrong one." Marie's tone went from professional to hood in less than ten seconds which hinted at her underlying anger.

Bonnie's head spun at this revelation and though she didn't think Marie was lying, her first instinct was to defend Marcel. "Last night? That..." At Marie's look, Bonnie tried her best to word what she had to say correctly. "Are you sure it was... I mean. I was with him the entire time." Bonnie wanted to be firm in her belief that Marcel had nothing to do with this, but she had to remind herself that she didn't really know him and in the two years she's been here, she didn't really care to learn what he did in his spare time. It was reckless but for once she was looking out for herself; to hell with everything else.

"Perhaps it was after you fell asleep, Love." Klaus's voice made her look away from Marie and aim a dark glare at him which he smiled at. He reached to brush the stray hair out of her face only to have his hand smacked away. She chose not to respond to his comment. In fact, she completely ignored what he was getting at, however the fact that he somehow knew what happened after they left his place made her uneasy as hell.

"Fuck you! You're not back for one day and already Marcel is being thrown under the bus. Why now? What the hell do you want? How do we know you didn't do this?" Magic pulsated under Bonnie's flesh and it was taking everything in her not to unleash hell on Klaus right here. Marie remained quiet as she looked between the two of them with a small smirk.

"As poetic as this may seem, Bonnie, this has been going on for quite some time now. Marcel's been moving and shaking and I had no cause for concern until now. He's been slowly encroaching on my turf and part of the reason I called Niklaus here was simply to distract him. However after last night, I've re-strategized." The more Marie spoke, the more Bonnie felt like she was headed down a path that no one could ever redeem her from. She couldn't help but feel that her life for the past two years had finally come to a screeching halt and she was now entering a new season.

She didn't know how right she was.

"Re..." Bonnie stopped to clear her voice which had suddenly gone hoarse. "Re-strategize how?"

This time, Klaus spoke up. "The three of us are going to kill Marcel."

Shit.

Even though she saw that coming, she still wasn't prepared for it.

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"Dear God, you brought her." After hearing his brother pull up, Damon opened the door to find that not only Stefan was here, but Caroline as well. His day couldn't get any worse.

"Shut up, Damon." Caroline grumbled as she grabbed her bag and pushed past Damon purposely. Damon sneered and regained his balance as he glared at Stefan who had a pleasant smile on his face and not a care in the world.

"Hello brother." Stefan's cheery smile irritated him to no end. He watched as Stefan closed the trunk to his Mercedes G Class and walked past him, moving out the way when Stefan tried to slap his shoulder.

"Stefan." Damon's voice held much resentment but Stefan didn't seem bothered by his anger. "I thought I told you to leave your toy at home."

"Since when do I listen to you?" With a raise of his brow, Stefan waltzed past Damon and into the house. Earlier in the day, after learning Stefan would be joining him on his quest to kill Klaus, Damon took a trip out to Algiers where the house he once lived in still stood.

In its prime, the house was much grander than the boarding house back in Mystic Falls. It was an old plantation home, much like the one he and Stefan grew up in. It was white with black shutters and had six large columns that lined the front of the massive house. The porch was wide enough to drive on with a few adult swings and massive rocking chairs, all black like the wood that made up the floor and steps leading up to the front door. It hadn't been lived in in over fifty years and since, the white was now a green algae color with vines overtaking most of the foundation. They ran up the columns to the roof and along the shutters and window sills. The steps, once black, was now a rich forest green with plant life covering it and the large, moss ridden, oak trees hovered over the three story house, casting a shadow over it and the winding driveway leading up to the front door. The sun could barely get a peek at the house in the morning but as twilight approached, there was a shimmer of light that bathed the west end as the sun dipped beyond the horizon. No, the house was no longer in its prime but it was still beautiful as ever.

Inside everything was covered to keep the dust from settling; however the floors were covered with it. The foyer opened up to all three floors with a grand staircase that lined the left and the right walls. Each floor held a balcony that stretched to each side of the house and directly above, descending from the ceiling midway between the second and third floors was what seemed to be the world's largest golden chandelier, littered with crystals. Years ago, before the trees overgrew the property, sunlight would make its way into the large glass window right above the front entrance, that pretty much took up the front wall of the house, and hit the chandelier just so, making the entire house light up with its glory.

As he took in the house's beauty, Damon made a mental note to have some of the branches cut and the house pressure washed and cleaned thoroughly as soon as possible.

"Off the rug with those heels, Blondie," Damon scolded when he walked into the great room to find Caroline digging into his Persian rug with her Jimmy Choos. Caroline rolled her eyes and kicked off a shoe, right at Damon's face. Damon slapped the shoe out of the air nonchalantly and picked up his bottle of bourbon he left unattended to go greet tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum.

"Nice to see you held on to this dump," Stefan said smiling as he looked around the great room. The vaulted ceiling went up to the top floor and the furnishings made Stefan feel for a split second as if he was back in Mystic Falls. The walls were a rich mahogany, overall a bit brighter than the boarding house living room but not by much, and the fire place was off to the right and significantly smaller than the one back home. Above it was a mantle that held dusty scotch glasses and a large picture of Katherine that Damon painted years ago back when Katherine was 'stuck in a tomb awaiting Damon's valiant rescue'. The rug Caroline's heels threatened was large and took up most of the hardwood floor that made up the room. The carpet had black and gold threading, woven in intricate designs and looked as if it cost and weighed a ton.

"Teehee, Stefan, but I didn't call either of you here for niceties. Let's just cut to the chase—"

"We have to find Bonnie," Caroline interrupted. Damon growled and rolled his eyes out of its sockets while Stefan simply grinned.

"No shit, Sherlock. I already found her. We need to convince her to help us defeat Klaus once and for all."

"Let me talk to her. You're a dick and she doesn't like you. I'd have a better shot even with my humanity off. At least she cares about me. She doesn't give a rat's ass about you," Caroline spat.

"Not enough to tell you she was leaving," Damon countered, causing Caroline to glare at him.

"For fucks sake, I'll talk to her if you two are just gonna bitch about it all day." Stefan whined, annoyed by the both of them. Maybe he should have left Caroline.

"No. You might try to eat her." Damon's face held no traces of bullshit as he glared at both Stefan and Caroline.

"That wouldn't be such a bad idea. She never could say no to me," Stefan smirked earning a scoff from Caroline and a hard ass glare from Damon that he ignored.

"I don't know who is worse, you or him." Caroline berated, evenly distributing her disdain between the both of them.

"Whatever. Blondie, you can try but I'm not sure what you can get out of her. Maybe if you turned your humanity back on she'll be more apt to—"

"No." Both Caroline and Stefan answered at the same time. Damon rolled his eyes and rubbed his temple, taking the last sip from his glass.

"I yi yi." He muttered. Dealing with Ripper Stefan was a task in itself. Dealing with Caroline without her emotions was another thing. At least emotional Caroline could be manipulated. This one actually used her brain and it annoyed him.

"I'll find her." Caroline said in a voice that told both brothers that this discussion was no longer up for debate. He watched as she placed her sunglasses over her eyes and strutted down the walkway leading out of the room and into the foyer. "Don't wait up." She was gone without another word.

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"May I just ask, for the record, why I'm being coerced into a plot to kill my... Marcel?" While she had grown fond of Marie, she wasn't exactly comfortable with murdering someone who's looked out for her since she got here for something that did not involve her. The fact that the two of these maniacs were expecting this from her rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe she had been wrong about Marie. Maybe she wasn't a friend.

That thought made Bonnie's chest twist with disappointment.

"There's a reason he keeps you around, you know. I never spoke about it because it didn't involve me directly and I assumed in the beginning you were aware of what he was doing but I see now that you aren't." Bonnie sighed. Marie really did like to tarry whenever a point needed to be made.

"What does he want with me?"

"How about I tell you what he's been doing first. Then, when I tell you what he wants with you, it'll make more sense." Bonnie fought against rolling her eyes and nodded in response; Marie proceeded. "Marcel found a way to control witches. Whenever a witch within his limits practices magic, he finds them and executes them publicly." Marie took a minute to let her absorb the information. A chill went down Bonnie's spine as the weight of Marie's words struck her.

Killing witches was a huge line you didn't cross with her (with one exception, but that was a different story). It was one of the main reasons she was willing to kill Damon every chance she got. Damon had killed her mother and turned her into a vampire and she still hasn't forgiven him; now Marcel was being accused of the same crime. Involuntarily, she looked to Klaus who only stared back with a look she couldn't read, however the one on her face was of pure mortification.

"Wh—what?" Bonnie's voice shrunk with disbelief. She suddenly became very aware with how stupid she probably looked and sounded. She was a witch, living with a witch killer and she didn't even know. What's worse was that she didn't even care to know. As long as she got what she wanted and stayed out of harm's way, she turned a blind eye to everything Marcel did. She knew he was a menace and she knew he had been weary of witches and what they could do to him and his crew but, she never thought for whatever foolish reason that he'd go as far as to execute them simply for practicing magic. At least Damon had a fucked up reason for what he did.

Bonnie ignored that thought.

"That's a lie I—he..." She swallowed a lump in her throat. "If that's true why haven't he killed me too?" Her voice went cold as she stared at Marie, daring her to lie with her eyes. On most occasions, Marie wouldn't stand for anyone challenging her, but she'd let this one pass because she adored Bonnie and saw potential in her that she didn't see in others; and because what she was about to say would deflate Bonnie's ego in a matter of seconds.

"Because," Marie fiddled with the pendant hanging around her neck as she reclined in her seat, smiling at Bonnie like a mother smiling at an arrogant little child just before she grounded them. "He's using you to do it."

Bonnie felt like the floor had been yanked from under her and she immediately shook her head. "No!" Bonnie rejected her accusation just as soon as it left Marie's lips. "No! I would never allow something like this to happen! You can't possibly think I have anything to do with this. I'd know if—"

"If what, Bonnie? You came here out the blue looking for a way to escape your old life and Marcel provided that. He distracted you with everything materialistic and you bought right into it. That was fine in the beginning but did you think all of that shit came for free? There's always a price little girl; remember that. He's a vampire. He has to have wild card and you just so happen to be it."

After being scolded, which is exactly what Marie did; Bonnie had nothing more to say. She was embarrassed and felt betrayed but sadly, she was not surprised by it. This always happened eventually. Every relationship she had just about ended with betrayal or desertion. She always wondered when the other shoe would drop and since it took so long, she became naive enough to think that it never would. Marie was always a splash of cold water to the face and this time proved no different.

Marcel was using her. That's not what upset her because she had to be honest and admit that in a way, she was using him too but, no one died because of what she did. She could feel Klaus staring at the side of her face and fought everything in her not to look at him. She could just imagine the smug look on his face as Marie read her case and the last thing she needed was to hear him utter some smart ass remark. She'd be liable to kill him on the spot and she wasn't sure what Marie would do in response so it was best to play her cool. She wasn't stupid. She may be able to take them both separately, (after a long, drawn out fight from both) but not at the same time.

"He has a witch named Davina. She's young and very powerful, almost as strong as you but she has no clue what she's capable of outside what Marcel tells her. She siphons your energy in order to track every witch in the city. Think of it as a locator spell on steroids. She keeps a constant watch on every witch using both hers and your magic and she tells Marcel when someone steps out of line. It was how he knew last night where those twenty-seven witches were." Bonnie simply blinked and shook her head.

"Wouldn't I know if someone was channeling me? Especially for a spell that big?" Bonnie wasn't sure why she was defending Marcel or if she was even doing it for his benefit, but if she had to admit, she didn't want to look like a fool in front of Klaus. Not that his opinion mattered, she just didn't want to give him another reason to be arrogant as hell. She didn't like people knowing things about her that she herself didn't know. It was part of the reason she fell knee deep in supernatural bullshit in the first place. Everyone knew everything about her; except her.

"If she used most of her power and only a fraction of yours, it'd be easy to siphon magic off you; especially if she owned something of yours that acted as a talisman. That and, if you haven't been using your powers in a while, it'd be easy to lose touch with it."

Several small details came flooding in as Bonnie repeated Marie's words in her head and played out the details of her life for the past two weeks repeatedly. The first time she encountered Klaus she received warnings from dreams months in advance. The dreams came as recent as two weeks ago but they were more vague than usual; which really sucked because they were illusive to start with. That was probably why Klaus's arrival threw her off her game.

She could usually pick up on the presence of vampires nearby but again, she was falling off big time. Lately Marcel has been sneaking up on her more often than she'd like to admit and while she thought before that it was just her finally letting her guard down around him, now she didn't think so. The more she thought the more things began to stand out to her. Like why she hadn't sensed Damon right behind her or why she had gotten 'lazy' with her magic. She had taken breaks before and this never happened. Why on earth did she think otherwise now?

"If Davina is as good as people claim she is she may have hexed you so that you wouldn't notice the signs. Now that I think about it, I noticed how preoccupied you've been; slightly more forgetful than normal, and clumsy. Yeah, she definitely hexed you." As she spoke, Marie picked up on Bonnie's energy. She missed it before but she now noticed a slight change in Bonnie's essence. There was a slight tinge of magic about her that didn't come from her. It wasn't noticeable at all unless you knew what to look for, which is why Marie never picked up on it until now. Damn. This chick really was good.

"And for the record, siphoning is different from channeling. Channeling is like someone using all of your electricity at once and creating a power surge. You'd notice that. Siphoning is someone stealing a gallon of gas from your car every other night for two weeks. It'd take longer, if ever, for you to notice," Marie clarified.

"This bitch sounds like a goddamn damn leech." Bonnie's voice was grave and filled with anger bubbling just under the surface. Klaus, who had been unusually quiet throughout, eyed Bonnie with a small smile on his extremely pink lips, silently instigating the situation. She fought to keep her emotions under control and on the surface seemed calm, but from the darkening sky and the light rumble Klaus felt beneath him, he could tell she was ready to blow her top.

She was beautiful.

"I must say Bonnie, I'm a little disappointed. This shouldn't have gotten as far as it did," Marie commented. A witch with her guard down was a dead one and she hated to see anything happen to Bonnie. She had such great potential.

Bonnie ignored Marie as she stared blankly into space as the pieces of the puzzle slowly fell into place and the picture that was ironically right in front of her came into focus. "He told me over and over again that he respected witches." Despite everything being laid out in front of her, Bonnie couldn't let go of the smaller details. Marcel always went out of her way to make sure she had what she needed for spells and went even further to ensure that she didn't have to practice out of necessity, but for leisure.

"So do I, but that doesn't mean I like them," Klaus chimed in. "No offense, Love," he added when Marie gave him a sly look.

"Watch it, Sucka," she threatened, but Bonnie could hear the jovial lilt in her voice. She looked over just in time to see Klaus's grin. She wanted to smack the hell out of him.

"Basically what I meant is, even though I marvel at a witch's talent doesn't mean I trust them. I'm just fascinated by what they can do and how it would benefit me and I assure you, Marcel feels the same. After all, I taught him everything he knows."

The same chill Bonnie got when Marcel revealed that Klaus was his mentor traveled up her spine. She thought about what Klaus said and nodded to herself as she came to a realization. It made sense for Marcel to cater to her, magic-wise, if all of this was true. Not using magic on a daily basis would make it easier for this Davina chick to 'siphon' her. Still, why haven't she heard about Davina until now? True, this city was littered with witches but Bonnie wasn't exactly a pillar in the supernatural community. Most people only knew her as the chick screwing Marcel and while it wasn't an ideal reputation, it was less stressful than saving lives constantly and casting earth shattering, balance defying spells every day.

Being the resident witch for so long had taken its toll and she wasn't about to go back to that. Still, after having all of this dropped on her, only one thought remained in the back of her head. "I have to hear Marcel's side." Yeah he may have used her, lied to her, and hid the fact that he was leading a mass genocide against witches but—

Actually, there was no 'but'. Just hearing this from Klaus of all people gave her pause. She didn't trust Klaus or anyone associated with him and learning that the two people she had learned to trust over the past two years were now linked to him made her uneasy, so for now, she wouldn't trust anyone until she heard the entire story; not just one side.

"Don't tell me you're in love with him," Klaus...whined? Was that a whine? Bonnie turned her gaze to meet his and found a highly annoyed expression on his face to match his condescending tone. Bonnie rolled her eyes, equally annoyed and scoffed. She was so sick of Klaus, already. When she turned back to Marie, she found nothing but a hard, pensive, judgmental look that she learned was always on her face. Were they serious?

"I'm not in love with him," Bonnie spat venomously. If she was in love with him however, she wondered how they'd take it and what the hell they'd do about it. "I just don't trust you." Though she meant the words for Klaus, the way Marie shifted in her seat let her know that she took the words personal as well. Bonnie's first instinct was to clarify but she found that she no longer trusted Marie either. At this point, she didn't trust anyone and she wondered if this was a sudden occurrence based on what she learned today or, if she never trusted any of them. Them being Marcel and Marie; not Klaus, she'd never trust him.

"Would we lie about something like this?" Marie's voice hardened even more. Bonnie simply shrugged. "You once considered me a good friend."

"That was before I knew you were allies with Klaus and before you asked me to kill Marcel. Now, I don't know what or who to believe, let alone who I consider a friend," Bonnie answered honestly. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off Marie and make an enemy of her but her confusion and frustration left no room for sugarcoating. "You asked me to help you kill Marcel based only on what you've told me. Forgive me if I need just a little more than your words. I'm not a cold-blooded murderer. Especially when it comes to someone I've lived with for almost two years!"

"But you are a murderer..."

"So help me God, Klaus! I will murder yo' ass, right now, in cold blood; keep trying me." Anger dripped off Bonnie like rain water on a tin roof and Klaus couldn't help but find that attractive. Maybe it was the way her blonde hair made her eyes stand out more noticeably; or the skin tight dress she wore, or the way her legs look like smooth caramel rivers flowing down to her black, sky-high stilettos but Klaus had never been more aware of Bonnie than he was now. It was hard to focus. Maybe it was how well she wore her anger?

Marie watched as Bonnie and Klaus stared each other down; Bonnie with a look of disgust, hatred, and malcontent while Klaus simply looked ready to jump her guns. A sound left her lips somewhere between a laugh and a scoff that made the two of them look in her direction. Bonnie now stood with her arms crossed with one leg bearing all of her weight while the other extended out in front of her as if she was ready to storm out of here. When she stood up exactly was lost on Marie but that wasn't important.

"You need proof? Find the thing Davina is using to siphon magic from you and then get back to us but in the meantime, remember; a war is brewing and you need to choose sides wisely Bonnie. You say you no longer trust me. Consider this meeting as a friend warning a friend. Either stand with me or stand out of the way. I admire you Bonnie, so please don't stand against me." Her tone may have started off as kind and pleading but by the end of her speech, Marie's threat was very clear. If she chose to stand with Marcel, Marie would attempt to take her out right along with him. She was pretty sure friends didn't threaten friends. However, enemies didn't warn each other of what was to come either.

For a few moments, Bonnie did nothing but stare soundlessly at Marie who remained stoic and unwavering. This wasn't a compromise. There would be no peace treaty or peace talk. Everything felt final but Bonnie felt deep down that there had to be another way; another explanation behind all of this. Without another word, Bonnie turned on her heels and left Laveau's in a hurry with Klaus not too far behind.

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As soon as the afternoon air hit her face, the smells of nearby restaurants, including the one she just exited hit her and made Bonnie realize that she never did get to eat. She was fully aware of Klaus's presence as she marched down the street angrily with her arms folded. She waited for Klaus to speak up but he never did, leaving her to wonder if he really thought she didn't notice him there. Her green eyes scanned the area just as she turned abruptly down a narrow pathway which led to one of New Orleans' oldest cemeteries. Once she was out of the public's eye, she turned sharply on her heels, facing Klaus who wore a sly smirk as he faltered in his steps.

"How long have you known I was here?"

"Honestly, I had no clue but it's not surprising now that I think about it." At Bonnie's commanding question, Klaus found himself speaking before he could help it. He glanced up at the sky only to note that the sun had since been overtaken by several dark clouds and the wind was picking up speed. If he was less daring, he'd know it was time to leave.

"Bullshit."

"I assure you of no such thing." The calmness of his voice did nothing but piss Bonnie off even more.

"Why do you two need my help? Between you and her, Marcel could be dead by dinner time. Leave me the hell out of this." Yes, she was upset with what she learned, if it was even true, but killing him for doing things others had done prior and got to live to tell about would be a bit hypocritical of her.

"I think we both know it's not that simple. Marcel has a protection spell on him-—"

"Great! You have Marie for that."

"—that only you can remove." Klaus finished, not at all fazed by Bonnie's interruption.

"Fuck." The cuss left her lips unwillingly. With a roll of her eyes, Bonnie shook her head much to Klaus's dismay. His jaw ticked with rage as he tried to reign in his own temper but unlike Bonnie, he had less control. "Leave me out of this."

Klaus watched as Bonnie turned her back to him and walked off. He inhaled and exhaled a few times before throwing caution to the wind and sped after her. In a flash he grabbed Bonnie from behind, firmly grasping her neck with one hand while he gripped her arm with the other. Bonnie's free hand wrapped around Klaus's larger ones and feebly attempted to loosen his grip. As she struggled to breath, Bonnie grimaced as Klaus's warm breath brushed against her ear.

"I'm afraid you don't get that option, Witch. Either you lift the spell on him or I'll kill you right now and save us all the trouble. Either way, I win." Klaus scoffed at Bonnie's tenacity. He only entertained her attitude because it intrigued him to see how much she grew into herself since they last crossed paths. However as old as he was, he was very impatient and it didn't take long for her attitude to piss him off.

Bonnie remained silent and for a moment, Klaus thought her silence meant content. However, Bonnie on the other hand was focusing hard on a spell to get him the hell off her. That spell manifested as Klaus's dead heart began to swell in his chest. Thousands of invisible pins and needles stabbed at his skin from the inside out and it felt as if his bones had somehow turned to glass. Instantly, Klaus let go of her and staggered backwards as Bonnie slowly turned around to face him. He was met with a crazed look as Bonnie's eyes squinted slightly and his heart expanded in his chest.

"Touch me again and you will die. I don't give a damn who goes with you," Bonnie warned. As she threatened him, Caroline's face entered her mind, making her rethink her threat for a split second. Could she make good on her promise? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, Klaus didn't know if she was bluffing or not.

Not stopping there, Bonnie snapped every bone in his body with a flick of her wrist. As Klaus screamed, she relished in his pain, breaking his back again as soon as it healed. She stood over him silently as he screamed for a God she was sure he didn't believe in and smiled at the threatening look on his face as he tried to accelerate his healing. With a thought, his blood began to boil in his veins, sending another rush of pain through him that was so great, he almost considered passing out. Bonnie basked in the moment, not allowing herself to feel bad about any of this. After all the pain he caused, to her, this was letting him off easy.

Bonnie continued her attack for another ten minutes, breaking bones as soon as they healed, letting up just enough for him to make moves to stand up before turning his bones to glass and boiling his blood over and over again. She was in a trance and if she was being honest, seeing Klaus in this much pain aroused her in a way. It felt good to be in control for once. She felt a bit of it when she unleashed hell on Damon but she was too angry to let herself enjoy it like she wanted too. Now, the more she caused Klaus pain, the calmer she felt. She didn't care that his screams was beginning to garner attention. She didn't care that he'd more than likely retaliate against her in the worst way. She didn't care whether or not Marie would approve of this. All she cared about was making him pay for what he did to her and what he did to Elena.

God this felt good.

"You better make damn sure you NEVER make this mistake again," Bonnie reiterated with a guttural growl. Stooping down, she reached out to caress Klaus's sweaty, bloodied face. Blood sputtered from his mouth as he tried to say something to her but Bonnie only shushed him, placing a manicured finger against his lips.

"Shhhh." She grabbed both sides of his face and smiled. With the added strength of her magic, she snapped his neck and watched as his body went limp. She wiped her bloody finger on his shirt and stood to her feet. With a wave of her hand she cleaned up the blood and made it appear as though he was a drunk that fell asleep in the middle of the cemetery; which was not uncommon. She crushed an empty beer can she drummed up under her heels and kicked it closer to his body and looked around for anyone lurking. When she saw no one, she walked off until she made it behind a large, marble, family tomb and vanished into thin air.

A/N: There you have it. I figured another chapter wouldn't hurt so soon after the first because you guys DID wait an entire year. Sorry it stopped so abruptly but I had to cut it there. If not, it'd be well over fifteen or twenty pages lol. I'm awful. If you are reading Savages, I have NOT given up on it. I just really suck at multitasking which brings to question why I thought having two (soon to be three if I have my way) stories out at the same time would benefit me but whatevs. YOLO! For those of you guessing about the endgame, I'll never tell! Just know that each ship will have its day. :D I'm so inspired! I had No Church in the Wild on repeat last night, over analyzing the song and the story and I'm coming up with so many different ideas hehe. I have no clue when the next chapter will be up but I've been on the roll lately so you never know. I already have two paragraphs lol. Okay, I'll shut up now. :) Forgive any mistakes; as a matter of fact, don't because I edited the crap out of this so there shouldn't be… much.