Chapter 7: No Church In The Wild

Date: January 2, 2015

Warnings: Snakes, Animal Cruelty, Blood,

Pairings: Boncel, Klonnie, Marie & Klaus

Marcel was stunned to say the least but he should've known it would not have taken her long to figure out what happened. He simply thought he'd have more time. With a heavy sigh, he shifted his position and moved to stand up on the hood of his car. He jumped down to the ground without a word and extended a hand to Bonnie who accepted his help. Once she was down on the ground, she folded her arms over her chest and stared up at him, waiting for an answer. Marcel avoided eye contact.

"How did you find out?" Without a doubt in his mind, it was probably Marie who spilled; and if Marie knew already then he had to figure out how she linked the killings back to him.

"Does it matter? Why did you do it?" Bonnie's tone grew increasingly agitated the longer he bullshitted so Marcel began to talk.

"They were conspiring to kill someone I promised to protect—another witch. I couldn't let them do that, she's just a kid." It took all the restraint she had not to ask if the 'kid' he was referring to was Davina, the witch stealing her magic. She wasn't sure if she wanted Marcel to know she knew about that just yet so she kept her mouth shut and simply nodded.

"Would you have told me if I didn't ask you first?" Marcel knew that whether he lied or told the truth, Bonnie wouldn't like his answer.

"Honestly? I don't know. I'd like to say that I would but… I don't know. We usually don't talk to each other about our extracurricular activities," Marcel answered, being as truthful as he could be. Bonnie respected that but she was still pissed.

"Fair enough," she countered. She was relieved he didn't lie to her face about it. Moments passed before she continued. "For the record, I'm not thrilled about you killing my kind. Whether I knew them or not, they are a part of what I am. There's enough bad blood between vampires and witches, how am I supposed to react to knowing that I'm living with a witch hunter?"

"I'm not a witch hunter, Bonnie," Marcel countered as if it was absurd for her to think that, Bonnie's eyes widened as she shook her head.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to know that for sure? What I do know is that you killed twenty seven witches and didn't plan to tell me about it. TWENTY-SEVEN, Marcel!"

"I did what I had to do to protect somebody I care about! I would do the same for you!"

"I would NEVER, ask you to do something like that for me," Bonnie spat, her voice laced with venom. Marcel wasn't sure when the conversation elevated to this point but he didn't like where it was going.

"She never asked either! I won't let you stand here and judge me for something you know nothing about."

"No one is judging you," Bonnie countered, trying to keep the irritation from her voice. Marcel simply rolled his eyes.

"Really? That's what it feels like."

"Don't try to turn this around on me. What you did was wrong; I don't give a damn WHO you did it for!"

"It was fucked up; I'm not pretending it wasn't, but it was either them or me and well… we see who won that one." Ignoring the look of disgust on Bonnie's face, Marcel hefted his chin at her before turning the tides of their conversation. "Since we're letting it all hang out, what were you doing at Marie's earlier?" Marcel paused to read Bonnie's expression. "With Klaus?"

At the mention of The Hybrid's name, Bonnie's head shot up. She narrowed her eyes at Marcel, shifting her weight to one foot as she sized him up. "So you were following me?"

"Save it. I found out from having to track you down all day."

"I didn't ask you to do a damn thing," Bonnie bit back. Marcel's jaw flexed angrily as he swallowed every mean thing that threatened to leave his lips.

"You didn't seem to mind it when I was saving your life earlier now did you? Answer my question."

"I don't owe you any explanations," she defied. The annoyance on his face was clear as day.

"You are truly a piece of work. I've been nothing but honest and all I ask for is the same but instead, I get you acting like a petulant little child." At some point during their spat, the two of them ended up toe to toe with one another. They stared one another down, waiting on the other to make their next move. Instead of attacking him like she did Stefan and Klaus, Bonnie composed herself. She wanted to kick his ass on the spot for talking to her like that but she was never one to bite the hand that fed her. Nevertheless, if Marcel kept on she would do just that.

"I went to visit Marie, he was there. We argued, I left. Happy?" The coldness in Bonnie's voice was evident. The explanation lacked details but it was something. As much as he tried to deny it, Marcel felt a bit relieved that Bonnie didn't flat out lie to him. His faith in her wasn't exactly misplaced.

"Very," Marcel replied sarcastically. Bonnie decided against telling him what Marie was planning. She needed to know more about why Marcel did what he did before she signed off on his death certificate. IF she signed off on his death certificate. "I'm guessing she was the one that told you about the witches," he assumed. Bonnie nodded.

"She's… not happy," she informed, and then added, "it's mainly her ego that's bruised."

"When is it not?" Bonnie chuckled at the bored look on Marcel's face. Her laughter soon faded and was replaced by a contemplative look.

"If you needed help with the witches you could have just asked me." Unlike their square off moments earlier, Bonnie's voice was softer. Even if he hadn't killed those witches, there was still the fact he had another witch siphoning magic off her.

She was so sick of people using her.

Before Marcel could respond, Bonnie turned on her heels and rounded the car to the passenger's side. She opened the door and called over the slightly dented hood, thanks to her. "I could sure use a ride home."

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Covered in blood, Klaus sat in the midst of dead blondes, contemplating the ways he could successfully peel Bonnie's flesh from her bones. His provocation was simply to see just how much power she was wielding so technically he couldn't be mad at the damage she; nevertheless, he was livid. It was all he could do NOT to track her down and tear her to shreds.

"Little bitch…" Klaus snarled as he finished draining a 'long-since-dead' girl draped in his lap. Once done, he pushed the corpse to the floor and stood to his feet. His once white Henley was soaked to a deep crimson color, evidence of his messy eating habits. With a swift tug, it was off of his head and thrown on the pile of bodies to his right; ten in total. That's how many bodies he had to drain in order to fully recover from Bonnie's attack. Had the circumstances been different, he would've been amazed, but it was him that suffered so he was pissed. The night she attacked him during his Sun & Moon ritual hadn't been this bad and back then she wielded the power of over a hundred dead witches.

A sick part of him wanted to be turned on by her power. He had never seen anything like it in his 1,000+ years. On the other hand, a part of him was threatened by it. If there had ever been anyone capable of killing him, it was Bonnie Bennett and had he not sired just about every vampire she knew, he would have been dead a thousand times over. A smirk crept across his reddened lips; funny how that worked.

Pondering what to do what the bodies, Klaus thought of taking them all out back and burning them but a better thought came to mind. He knew exactly what to do with them.

Hours later, he was found reclined on a lazy boy located in the corner of the he and Marcel met in the night he returned to New Orleans. He swirled his Cognac glass in his hand, sipping from it periodically. Every now and then he would glance over the balcony anticipating her arrival. A chuckle left his lips as he heard the distant slamming of a car door. Not too long, the front door downstairs flew open and the sound of heels could be heard angrily 'click-clacking' closer to him. Her scent reached him before she did and Klaus breathed it in as if he had been longing for it. Her smell was intoxicating.

He set his glass on the table next to him, hating that good Cognac would probably be wasted and crossed his legs just as Bonnie came storming in. He took a moment to give her a once over. The dress she wore hugged her body sinfully and he cockily wondered for a moment if she wore it specifically to chew him out or if she had it on already and didn't bother to change into her "hybrid ass-kicking gear". Either way, he was glad she didn't. She looked good in Ivory.

"You son of a bitch!" Bonnie didn't hesitate popping every blood vessel in Klaus's head, sending him to his knees instantly. "I woke up to ten coffins on my front lawn, you sick piece of SHIT!" Klaus chuckled through the misery of the aneurism she assaulted him with but it wasn't long before those chuckles turned to agonizing groans. Under his skin it felt like shards of glass were bulging to break free from their fleshy prison. With a deep breath, Klaus mustered every ounce of his strength and forced himself to his feet, wasting no time charging at Bonnie full speed. Unable to fully shield herself from impact, Bonnie caught most of the force from Klaus's chokehold. Her vision danced before her as she tried to focus long enough on a spell that would get him the hell off of her.

"What's that saying, Love? Fool me once, shame on me?" Klaus smiled as he watched her squirm under his vice grip. As she struggled to breathe, the strain on her face became more evident. A vein ran along her forehead from her hairline to the middle of her eyebrow that reminded him of Harry Potter's lightening scar. Klaus used his finger to trace it and the one along the side of her neck before training his features from a smile to a grimace. "Fool me twice however, and I fucking kill you." Before Klaus could react, Bonnie disappeared from his grasp, materializing on the other side of the room. Klaus turned around quickly and watched as Bonnie stumbled and staggered, coughing to catch her breath. Using this moment, Klaus sped towards her but was met by an invisible wall of resistance. Eyeing his glass of Cognac, Bonnie stuck her fingers inside and turned around to face him.

"Ignis." In a flash, a ball of fire shot out of her hand and flew at Klaus, knocking him over the balcony. Bonnie smiled as Klaus screamed for mercy and slowly she began to descend the stairs, taking her sweet time to do so. "Praemium." The flames grew with intensity, the roar of it nearly drowning Klaus out.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Klaus's screams started to dwindle and as much as she hated to, Bonnie called to the fire, ordering it to cease. "Cessabis." The flames vanished, leaving behind Klaus's charred body. In all of her ire, Bonnie cracked a smile at her handy work. Her shoulders shook with laughter but no audible sound left her lips. It was truly a site to see.

"We could literally go on forever but I do not have the time, neither the energy to waste on you. So how about you tell me what the fuck you want so I can go. You didn't send all those bodies just to get me over here so you could flirt with me. What do you want?" Bonnie waited as Klaus's charred body slowly, very slowly, began to reanimate. As the color came back to his face, the rage in his eyes came into focus. He wanted to fuck her up something awful. Bonnie smiled and raised her brows in a silent challenge that Klaus knew better than to accept. He may have finally met his match.

He'd never fucking admit that.

Without saying a word, Klaus slowly sat up as his body recovered from the horrific trauma it endured.

He had thought yesterday was bad but he had been grossly proven wrong.

"You got about twenty seconds before I leave," Bonnie warned after moments of silence and no hint from Klaus that he was planning on saying anything. For the first time in his life, The Hybrid was truly speechless. Bonnie smiled inwardly. The asshole didn't know how to shut up, ever.

"I wanted to get your attention to discuss Marcellus."

"So you thought sending me ten dead girls would do the trick?"

"It got you here, didn't it? It wasn't as if you'd come as soon as I called." Bonnie ignored his smart-assed comment. It got her here alright, and got him his ass handed to him.

"What about Marcel? You and Marie made it clear you wanted him dead."

"That was her plan, not mine. I simply went along with while in her presence. I honestly wish no harm to Marcel, but he has something I want." The way Klaus said that almost prompted Bonnie to ask what he was referring to exactly. Bonnie threw her hands up in the air.

"So what, now you want me to help you kill Marie? Jesus Christ." Everyone had their own endgame and apparently, she was their vehicle to get there. It was exhausting. Why couldn't she be left alone?

"Negative. Marie is a friend, as long as I stay on her good side." While Marie wasn't as powerful as Bonnie in terms of magic, the woman had a nasty imagination and could place the most evil hexes he'd ever seen on a person. "I simply want to take back the city and live happily ever after, that's all."

"Why should you get a happy ending? Why should I help you do that when so many of my friends are dead because of you? Are you seriously that arrogant? What the honest fuck do I look like?"

"Because if you don't help me, I'll kill the last remaining friend you have left," Klaus simply stated, referring to Caroline. He still owed her a visit for the stunt she pulled the night before.

Bonnie chuckled and shook her head, taking a step closer to Klaus. "You honestly think I'm going to fall for that? For one, you and I both know you still have a major wolf boner for Caroline so you wouldn't dream of touching her. Two, her humanity is off so you might actually have a shot with her now. Three, you kill her and there goes the only reason I have NOT to kill your sorry ass and four; do you seriously think you're in the position to threaten me? I may not be able to kill you but I will make your life HELL if you EVER come at me ass backwards again." The fact that Klaus had taken just about everything from her and was still threatening to take what was left made Bonnie want to drive a White Oak TREE through his heart.

"Lest we not forget Marcel; as much as you try to hide it, it's clear that you have a thing for him." Klaus countered. "I kill Caroline and there's still Marcel standing in your way," Klaus smirked.

"Ignoring the fact that he's using me for my magic, yes, I DID have a thing for him, but my deep hatred for you overshadows that." Bonnie smiled at how quickly the smile on his face dropped.

"Fine." Silence fell as Bonnie waited for Klaus to continue but he never did. Uncrossing her arms, she held her hand up, perplexed at how 'easy' he gave in.

"What the hell do you mean, fine?" This was new, even for Klaus's played out ass.

"Just what I said, fine; your point was valid." Bonnie glanced up at the ceiling in disbelief.

"What the fuck?!" Klaus fought against laughing at Bonnie's reaction as he finally stood to his feet. Smirking, he dusted away the ashes of his charred jeans, what was left, frowning down at the damage she had done. After showering earlier, he had changed into one of his favorite Henley's and a fresh pair of jeans. The jeans barely survived her attack but his Henley was completely gone. Incinerated. What he wouldn't give to snap her neck right now.

"You may leave now," Klaus said, dismissing her with a wave. Not knowing what to make of his sudden change in demeanor. Bonnie lingered for a moment before turning towards the front door. Klaus watched as she took a few steps and called out to her just as she reached the door. "Oh, before you leave…" before Bonnie had the chance to turn around, Klaus sped towards her, trapping her between his body and the door, and sunk his teeth into her neck, violently tearing into her. Before Bonnie knew what was happening to her, Klaus pulled away and pushed her head against the large oak door. Her head careened back from the force and Bonnie fell against Klaus, rendered immediately unconscious.

Taking a step back, Klaus allowed Bonnie's body to fall to the floor and silently, he turned to ascend the stairs. Once in his den, he grabbed a vial off his desk and carefully spit the blood from his mouth into the vial, closing it off and clutched it in his grip. Her blood was sweet and nothing like he had ever tasted from a witch which made it hard for him not to swallow it all. Klaus glanced over the balcony to observe Bonnie's unconscious body.

"It's like you don't know me at all, Love."

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Marcel's heart sank to his stomach when he opened the door to find Bonnie unconscious in Klaus's arms. He quickly stepped over the threshold and grabbed Bonnie's limp body from The Hybrid, and turned around, leaving Klaus to stand in the doorway awkwardly.

"Where are your manners mate, aren't you going to let me in?"

Marcel ignored Klaus and gently laid Bonnie on the couch, brushing her blonde hair out of her face, eyeing the bite mark on her neck. He bit his wrist and placed it against the wound long enough for it to heal. He listened to her heartbeat, relieved that it had a steady, strong rhythm, and stood up slowly before racing to the front door at full speed. With all of his might, he charged Klaus, tackling him at full force. The two men flew off the front steps and hit the ground hard, rolling around until Marcel had Klaus pinned to the ground.

"What did you do to her?!" Klaus violently pushed Marcel off of him, sending the younger vamp flying across the yard. Marcel wasted no time getting to his feet and neither did Klaus.

"I did nothing," Klaus answered, feigning innocence. "She came over, thanked me for her gifts and let's just say I got a little upset that she didn't really enjoy them." Klaus chuckled. Marcel scoffed and shook his head.

"Stay the hell away from her! I mean it. To get to her, you'll have to deal with me from now on." Klaus chuckled at Marcel's warning.

"So far, she's been the one coming to me, you should save this speech for her, Mate." Klaus smiled. He backed away from Marcel, maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, and when she wakes up, tell her I said thanks for the snack. She tastes delicious." By the time Marcel charged the spot Klaus was standing in, he was long gone. He glanced around the neighborhood to see that not a soul was out and for that he was grateful. Despite the street being inhabited by mostly vampires, he didn't need any of men seeing Klaus. Klaus was his problem, not theirs; which meant that Marcel had to find a way to either appease him or get rid of him.

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Marie could sense his power before he stepped over the threshold of her dais. In her lap was a mortar filled with the roots of a rose bush, soil, and Rose Oil. To her left were a dagger and a piece of twine. Around her neck was a black mamba snake that she fed hours beforehand and all around her burned red candles and Black Passion Incenses. Klaus took note of all these things before kneeling in front of Marie on the pillows she set out for him. He remained silent as Marie ground the ingredients of the mortar, making sure not to speak until she addressed him.

"Do you have what I asked of you, Chere'?" Klaus nodded and reached into his pocket, pulling out a red statin cloth and passing it to Marie. She smiled and unraveled the cloth to reveal a vial of blood and a locket of blonde hair. Marie smiled and shook her head. "When I'm asked to do this spell, it usually takes months for people to acquire it, yet here you are in less than a day." Marie was impressed, but then again, Klaus was always a 'mover and shaker'. Klaus smiled and shrugged.

"Patience is not my forte," Klaus grinned.

"Says the thousand year old immortal." Marie chuckled and added the hair to the bowl. She called Klaus forward and waited for him to lean into her before using the dagger to cut a piece of Klaus's hair. The hair dropped into the bowl and Marie the pestle to mix the ingredients. "How'd you get 'ha hair?" Marie smirked in anticipation of Klaus's answer.

"I knocked her out. That's after I bit her." Marie chuckled breathlessly before opening the vial and pouring Bonnie's blood into the bowl.

"If she's still knocked out, the spell will work better. All of her defenses are down." Klaus smiled and watched as Marie mixed the ingredients. When she stuck her hand out, Klaus bit into his wrist and placed his hand in hers. Marie guided his hand around the mortar and pushed it gently towards him when she was done and continued mixing. Moments passed and Marie began chanting over the bowl in a low tone as if she was waiting on a response from someone, or something.

Klaus watched, in awe, as Marie, 'worked her magic', watching as her fingers skittered rhythmically as her chants became louder. Her tongue clicked periodically and the snake, once docile on her neck, began to twist and hiss in response to all of the movement. Klaus said nothing as he looked on. Marie leaned over the mortar with her arms outstretched as she chanted hypnotically with her fingers splayed out in Klaus's direction. Slowly, she sat upright and, with her eyes closed, she peeled the coiling snake from her neck. Her biceps munched under her glistening skin as she fought to straighten the snake over her head.

"Oh Spirits of Darkness. I offer this snake as a sacrifice to appease you. In return, I humbly request a binding spell." After a moment of silence, Marie's eyes opened and locked with Klaus's. "The spirits have accepted our request. Do you consent?"

"I consent." Without hesitation, Marie gripped the head of the snake and forced its jaws open. She pressed its fangs against the edge of the mortar until venom squirted into the bowl, then, in one swift motion, she sliced off the snake's head. She allowed enough blood to coat the bottom of the mortar to drain out of the snake before tossing it to the side in a bucket. She sliced into her own hand with the dagger and squeezed her blood into the bowl as well, mixing everything together. She dipped her thumb into the concoction and smeared markings on her face; an arch across her forehead, a delta on her left cheek, a lambda on her right and a phi on her chin. She chanted over the bowl before sticking her fingers in the bowl and beckoning Klaus to her. She smeared the blood on his forehead before raising her voice.

"I, Marie Catherine Laveau bind Bonnie Marie Bennett to Niklaus Alexander Mikaelson. Her feelings will be authentic and her hate will turn to lust; her lust to love. I so decree. This stronghold cannot be broken except by a love stronger than her hate for Niklaus. It is done." As Marie spoke, she tied two knots into the twine and dipped it into the mortar. She then held the twine over a nearby candle and watched as it caught fire in her hand. Unfazed by the flames, Marie held the twine until it burned out and turned to Klaus.

"Patience is not your forte but this spell won't take place over night. Give it time. The last step is to feed her. The spell won't fully kick in until she's had the Lover's Brunch; a four egg omelet, for the both of you, a ½ tsp of ginger and a pinch of salt and pepper. Once you cook it carve your initial with your finger on the top, hers on the bottom. Give it to her with a side of bananas, pitted cherries, and peaches on the side with hot rolls and apple butter, make it yourself, all this with a glass of champagne." As Marie went through the final instructions, she used a wet towel to wipe the markings off her face.

"Would you like fries with that?" Klaus asked impatiently once Marie was done. Marie rolled her eyes at the hybrid and waved him off.

"You wanted this, you make it happen." Klaus rolled his eyes and stood to his feet, ready to leave. He used the wet towel Marie held in her hand to wipe his face and headed for the exit. "Remember, Klaus. This shit comes with a price. If you do anything to upset the spirits, Bonnie will become the death of you."

"Upset how? What the hell does that mean?"

"Try not to find out."

A/N: So, I've had this chapter finished since November right, but I promised I'd update my other story and it dragged on way longer than I intended and I didn't want to break that promise lol. That said, Happy New Year! This chapter is where the story begins to shift into darker territory. Marie's character is complex (at least that's what I'm aiming for) and so is her and Bonnie's relationship. I was kind of worried about where this would go because obviously what Klaus has done is extremely problematic and extremely fucked up lol. The title of this is No Church In The Wild for a reason, hehe. I know Bonnie catches enough shit on the show but the difference here is that she'll have her reckoning. I won't chat long. I'm dying to know what you all think of this, be honest lol. I hope I didn't turn anyone off lmfao. If so, I understand. Look forward to your reviews! Side Note: Happy Birthday to my late Grandmother! She would have been 82 years young. Rest in heavenly power!