Chapter 10

The Mikaelsons and Damon took hours to return to the house. When they arrived, they discovered Bonnie in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV, attempting to calm herself down following her encounter with Sabine. When she looked up from the screen, she saw Klaus's face, which was more than a little displeased.

"What?" she snapped, turning the TV off.

"You let someone else in here?" Klaus detected the odor of another person still lingering in the air. He thanked his werewolf senses for a moment because he doubted Bonnie would have told any of them anything.

Damon scowled as he approached Bonnie. "Didn't we tell you to just sit here?"

"I don't have to listen to any of you. Didn't I say I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself?"

Rebekah drew her arms across her chest. "Remind me why we're helping witchy poo if she's just going to go and get herself killed away?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes as she stood up from the couch. "I talked to Sabine."

Klaus's eyes narrowed. "Sabine as in one of the New Orleans witches who also happens to be good friends with Sophie Ann, the witch who is currently holding you hostage with a linking spell?"

Bonnie refused to back down from him. "Yes, that Sabine. She came to tell me she wasn't on Sophie Ann's side and that she didn't think she should have brought me into it. Then she said she knew a spell that could tell her the gender of the baby...so I let her do it."

"What if she had tricked you and cast a spell against you?" Klaus's voice was raised, and his face was set as he stared at Bonnie. He admired her confidence in herself and her abilities right now, but not if it put her in danger. "What if she had killed you or the baby?"

"You're pretty mad for someone who didn't give a damn about this baby a few days ago." Bonnie arched her brow. "Have a change of heart, Klaus?"

"You're playing with fire, Bonnie. None of the witches of New Orleans are to be trusted."

"I never said I trusted her." Bonnie was completely exhausted. After her encounter with Sabine, she just wanted to go to bed and forget about it all, at least for a while. Unfortunately, she couldn't even do that while she was trapped in this house with the Mikaelsons. Despite this, she found Klaus's concern endearing. His concern for her, for the baby, was something she had never seen before. She liked it, and it reminded her of why she had been drawn to him in Mystic Falls. "It's a girl, by the way. The baby."

Klaus let this information sink in, and his hardened angry expression softened enough for him to crack a small smile at Bonnie. She, too, let down her guard and smiled back at him.

Damon was filled with envy as he watched the two of them. Bonnie...strong, kind, and self-assured Bonnie...he had no idea when it happened. He had no idea when his annoyance had turned into admiration. He had no idea when his sarcasm and quick remarks had devolved into flirtatious teasing. He had no idea when she had crept into his heart. But it had happened regardless, but Klaus had gotten in the way and wormed his way into Bonnie's heart. Damon wasn't a saint, but he wasn't Klaus. What did she notice in this psychopath that he didn't?

"So, we're just going to forget that Bonnie could have potentially been killed?" Damon questioned interrupting Klaus and Bonnie's private moment.

"We have other things to worry about." Klaus returned his gaze to Bonnie. "Bring Marcel to heel might take a little more time than I thought."

Bonnie felt a lump in her throat. "Why?"

"Because Marcel's ego has grown along with his influence," Rebekah interjected, plopping down in a chair. "It's bloody annoying."

Klaus fixed his gaze on his sister.. "Ego or not, I can handle Marcel. The only thing I can't figure out is how he's controlling the witches. But, make no mistake, I will figure it out and Marcel's reign will end. We'll have our city back."

Bonnie averted her gaze from the scene in front of her. She had to reassure herself. Klaus was obsessed with power, ultimate power. Their child was an afterthought, no matter how many remarks and gestures he made to show he cared. She, too, was an afterthought. "Sabine also had a vision while she was here. When I touched her, I saw what she saw."

Klaus's plans to overthrow Marcel were quickly pushed to the back of his mind. But Damon spoke up before he could. "What vision?"

"Just flashes. A black crow. A pile of bodies. A wolf with blood on it's lips. A cradle shaped like a coffin." Bonnie felt a shiver run down her spine as she remembered everything. "I don't know what it meant." But she was going to find out for sure. "Sabine said it was the ancestors telling her the baby would cause death and destruction."

"Who cares about witchy ancestors trying to cause trouble?" Damon quipped, "What do they know? They're dead. They can't be that smart."

At his side, Klaus had his hand balled into a fist. He was sick of witches bossing him around and predicting his future for him. "I will not be bullied by silly predictions. If any witch comes near you, I will rip them apart. Sophie Ann is already first on my list once this bond is dealt with."

Bonnie walks slowly around the nursery in the Mikaelson mansion in New Orleans. Except for the crib, everything is covered in cloth. Despite being over a century old, it is in pristine condition. Still, she allowed her thoughts to wander to her child in a crib, smiling back at her. She imagined herself rocking her daughter to sleep, Klaus watching them with that contented smile on his face. She shook the thought of a happy family with Klaus from her mind. It was wishful thinking, and she shouldn't have even considered it. Having a child with Klaus was an unlucky coincidence, not something to fantasize about. It was a blunder...just a blunder.

She walked past an open mirror and examined herself in it. She shifted her body to the side. Her stomach was already extending, revealing a visible baby bump through her clothes. She guessed it had been two, maybe three months. For so long, she had been in complete denial that anything was wrong.

"I suppose we should get this room cleaned sooner rather than later," came Klaus's voice from the door. He leaned against the doorframe, staring at Bonnie. Bonnie felt vulnerable as a result of his piercing gaze.

"Who says I'm staying here after the baby is born?" She remarked.

Klaus smirked as he walked deeper into the room. "Who says you have a choice in the matter? Here, you're both safe."

"Are we? Because a coven of witches is trying to use me as collateral and one of them is pretty sure my baby is the antichrist."

"I told you I would deal with it. Marcel, the witches, everything. All you have to do is stay out of harm's way. That includes inviting strange witches into the house." He was now standing directly in front of her, staring down at her with a look that would be intimidating to anyone but Bonnie.

"You don't scare me, Klaus. I know what I can handle. I know what I'm capable of. I'm not the same witch you met in Mystic Falls anymore." They were so close together. Bonnie could smell him, a scent of antiquity and rusticity. It smelled delicious and enticing.

"Are you sure about that?" Klaus reached up and rubbed circles on her cheek with his thumb. "Because I seem to recall this cat and mouse game very clearly."

Even though it had happened before, his touch awoke something in her that she still didn't understand. Klaus let his gaze wander over her features. Her skin, her eyes, and her lips were all flawless. She was so lovely that he felt compelled to protect her, never allowing any harm to come to her. Even though he knew she was more than capable of defending herself, she was just as lethal as him, and that was what he liked about her. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, completely engrossed in the moment, in his attraction to her that he didn't fully comprehend.

"Klaus…" She had no idea what she wanted to say. We shouldn't ? They had already done so. Stop? He didn't want to, and she didn't want him to. Even though she tried to ignore and forget about it, she was drawn to Klaus. It was like a moth attracted to a flame. She couldn't get away, especially now. He brushed his lips against hers, as if asking if he could go any further. She agreed, closing the gap between them until they were locked in a passionate kiss. Her entire body was immediately filled with heat. Klaus drew her in closer, his hands on her back, and her arms snaked around his neck. He grasped the back of her shirt, feeling the bra beneath it, and wished he could rip them both off so he could run his hands over her bare skin. Bonnie's hands reached into Klaus's hair and tugged on the strands, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat. He nibbled at her bottom lip. He moved his hands down her back and gripped her ass. Bonnie gasped, causing Klaus's teeth to nick her lip and spill a bead of blood. Klaus wasted no time licking it up with his tongue until the bleeding stopped. She looked at his eyes, which were the glowing yellow of a werewolf but had the protruding veins of a vampire. With centuries of control under his belt, this look vanished as quickly as it appeared.

It was at that point that Elijah decided to knock on the door, despite the fact that it was wide open. Bonnie and Klaus drew away from each other. Elijah looked at them both with a knowing look that Klaus could only describe as annoying. "I've been asking around. I believe I have an idea of Marcel's placement with the witches."

Klaus and Bonnie exchanged glances, knowing they'd put whatever this was on hold and discuss it later.

Klaus rested his hand on his older brother's shoulder. "Then it's time to make a plan."