A/N: Enjoy the fluff in this chapter. I'll be sending the hard stuff your way soon lol.
7
Bonnie was on cloud nine. Well technically she was lying on the softest bed sheets known to man but it was all the same. She'd fallen asleep in Klaus' arms but when she awoke, he was gone. The discovery caused some panic until a lingering sense of calm washed over her. She just instinctively knew where he was. A side effect of the bond no doubt. Their sudden contact after days apart strengthened the preliminary bond.
Her eyes opened at the same time as the door of the bedroom. A sense of déjà vu enveloped her as she stretched but the fear was non-existent this time. Instead, she smiled at the figure walking towards where she laid. "Good morning."
Klaus bent down, hovering over Bonnie where she laid and kissed her with such care even he didn't know he was capable of, "You look wonderful lying in my bed."
Bonnie hummed, "You're making that somehow sound dirtier than it is."
The hybrid grinned, "That's because I plan on doing dirty things to you soon."
The promise sent a shiver of excitement through her spine. Why had she declined riding this man like a cowgirl again? Something about taking it slow or whatever her dumb sensible brain came up with last night.
She pulled him to lay on top of her, spreading her legs to accommodate him. Klaus was certainly not going to tell her no. He happily made himself at home in between her thighs claiming her lips with his in a scalding kiss. Her natural scent surrounded him, grounding him in a manner never experienced before. Her soft lips throw away every other thought of import from his mind making sure he is consumed by nothing but her. The ache in his chest was now a warm feeling that spread through the rest of his body. His mate was with him.
All felt right in the world.
"How dirty?" Bonnie whispered to his lips.
"Downright filthy," Klaus replied hotly.
And if that didn't send a raging storm down her panties.
Klaus was about to go into perfect detail of what he planned to do to her gorgeous body when his ears picked up the patter of tiny feet headed to his room. Oh yes, that was what he'd come up for again. He extracted himself from the warm cave of her thighs much to her confusion and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Before we get truly carried away, there's someone I'd like you to meet," Klaus pushed the strands of hair from her eyes.
"Who?" Bonnie asked sitting up against the headboard.
There was a small knock on the door.
"Come in," She caught the fondness in his voice.
The door opened to reveal a little girl not older than 6 or 7 looking a bit nervous and clutching a stuffed unicorn. That was definitely not who she was expecting.
He stretched his hand, "Come over here." The little girl ran into his embrace climbing onto his lap then faced Bonnie with a shy smile. She looked absolutely adorable with her curly hair in pigtails and a My Little Pony shirt with purple leggings. Her brown doe eyes sparkled with absolute delight at the sight of Bonnie and Klaus together.
"Hi,"
"Hey," Bonnie found herself saying. "What's your name?"
The girl looked at Klaus who gave her an encouraging nod, "I'm Demi. What's your name?"
"Bonnie," The witch replied softly.
"It's so nice to finally meet you," Demi said with a bright smile.
There was something about her that Bonnie couldn't quite her finger on. "You too Demi. My, you're so pretty."
Demi preened at the compliment. "You're pretty too! Just like in my head!"
Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, "Your head?" She gave Klaus a look which caused him to expatiate further. "Demi here has been having visions of you. That's how I was able to find you I believe. She's been quite eager to meet you since I informed her of your arrival."
Visions. But she wasn't a witch, was she? At least there were none of the signs she'd come to associate with witches. The subtle glow of hazel in their aura. What she saw was a black covering that couldn't quite settle. It rose like smoke on top of her but didn't burn. It seemed to be hiding her true aura.
Klaus saw the questioning look on his mate's face, "Demi is not a witch. She's something else that we're trying to figure out."
Veronique's words rang once again in her consciousness.
Demi was covered in darkness.
It seemed this might be the darkness she had spoken about. But this sweet-faced little girl couldn't be marked by death, could she? It seemed more like it was chasing her and trying to catch up. That sent a brief jolt of fear through her. Just five minutes of meeting and she already felt protective of her.
"Grandpa, can Bonnie go horse-riding with me?" Demi pleaded to Klaus.
Bonnie immediately burst out in laughter, holding her stomach due to the intensity. Klaus looked less amused but Demi didn't seem to care. "What have I told you about calling me that?"
"That you are too good-looking to be a grandpa," She recited dutifully swinging her legs.
"Who told you that?" Bonnie teased. "You look exactly like a grandpa to me."
Klaus glared with lessened intensity at his treacherous mate, "It's Marcel who's been feeding her these lies."
Marcel was his adoptive son and the vampire king, she remembered. That meant that Demi was his daughter, adoptive too since vampires couldn't conceive. So technically Klaus was her grandpa. The thought made her chuckle even harder.
"Aunt Rebekah's the one who tells me to call you Grandpa Klaus," Demi innocently informed.
"Well, be sure to inform her that her highlights look dim and she has bags underneath her eyes," He placed her back on her feet. "Now go on downstairs and finish your breakfast."
Demi didn't look so enthused about the idea. "Can Bonnie come?"
"She'll be down in a few minutes. She just needs to freshen up," Klaus spoke.
"Will you go horse riding with me Bonnie?" She asked pouting. As if it were possible to resist that face.
Bonnie smiled, caressing one of her soft pigtails. Despite her strange aura, Demi was such a sweet thing, "If you eat your breakfast then I'll let you show me your favourite horse." All little girls had one and she would surely be no different. That did the trick and sent Demi jumping up and down with excitement. She jumped on the bed giving Bonnie a tight hug around her neck that the witch joyfully reciprocated. It actually felt like the loss when she had to pull away.
"Ok, I can't wait!" She squealed, jumping off the bed and ran out of the room. Soon there was a loud female shriek telling Demi not to run in the house.
"That would be my sister Rebekah. You've met her briefly." That was the female vampire she'd seen last time. Klaus sat next to her leaning against the headboard. He threw his arm around her and brought her closer so her head was on his shoulder. Bonnie sighed enjoying the feeling of his warm body next to hers, placing a hand on his chest.
Klaus was never so tactile but found it easy with her. His wolf craved contact with her constantly.
"What's wrong with her?" Bonnie asked.
"You noticed it didn't you?" Klaus referred to the darkness edging around Demi.
"The day before we met in the bayou, I got my cards read by a medium. She told me that I would encounter an intense relationship, practically a soul bond. She also told me that I would come into contact with a sort of darkness or someone close to it," She spoke about the reading with Veronique.
Klaus was silent, pondering. It was his nature to keep secrets to himself. A thousand years' worth of habits couldn't be broken overnight. But this was his mate. The woman he was to share the rest of his eternity with. Surely, she could prove the exception to the rule. Actually, he wanted her to be the exception to the rule.
"Demi was born from a deal made with a necromancer." He regaled their entire tale of Demi's mysterious birth and the hex on her along with his suspicions of the FQ coven and siphoners. Bonnie listened with rapt attention only speaking once he had said everything to her.
"Poor thing," Her heart ached for Demi. To be so little and already endure such harsh pain due to a situation she couldn't control. Cordelia's resentment towards the spirits and ancestors could be very well understood at that moment. They had cursed her to death simply because she didn't fit their capricious standards. "What do we do now?"
He raised an eyebrow at her use of we. The witch had a determined look on her face. She had decided to be part of the solution right then. "If it's a hex it can still be reversed right? From what I know of hexes."
"Yes, but the witch who cast it is dead so no reversal can be done. The next best solution we have is to find a capable necromancer and that's like looking for a needle underneath the Atlantic," He regaled his frustrations.
Bonnie tapped her forefinger against his chest, "Then we find the necromancer who cast it originally. Cleansing her of the darkness won't work in the traditional sense because she got it right from birth. It's become part of her."
"You could see her aura?" the surprise couldn't be kept out of his voice. It was not a common ability at all. He had gained the skill once he became a hybrid but kept it to himself. Vampires and werewolves alike could read energies but to specifically see auras was unheard of amongst their kind. Witches could, years after their skills had been advanced. Bonnie shouldn't have been able to at her age.
She nodded feeling the cotton of his Henley rub on her cheek, "It's like a blanket over her. One that can be removed but it's stuck on tight yet it keeps slipping at the same time. I don't know how else to describe it."
"No, that's accurate," Klaus confirmed stroking her bare shoulder with his thumb. The shirt she wore to sleep, his shirt, was stretched down showing a generous display of smooth bronze skin to admire. Her collarbone jutted invitingly, the pulse point above bounding with ripe, sweet-smelling blood. Everything in him called to sink his teeth into that piece of heaven. It took tremendous self-control to restrain himself all through the night.
He had not gotten tired of looking at her so far.
He couldn't.
With every glance was a new peak, a new valley of secrets to be discovered. Her dainty wrists where he imagined a bracelet of pure white gold covered in pink diamonds would sit. Yes, the diamonds in his Swiss vault would work perfectly.
The seductive plumpness of her lips which he'd nearly lost himself in already. The back of her knee was a cave of wonders he'd kissed over and over until she was a giggling mess the previous night. Whoever designed her perfected Bonnie in such a manner that every inch of her was irresistible to him. So much that he wondered if it was a trap. A sweet siren song to lure him to the rocky waters of destruction. A destruction he would welcome because he was too far gone to care about his own survival any more. Now all he wanted was to etch himself into every crevice of her. Tattoo his name into her mind and soul. Pour himself into her until she overflowed and perhaps even drowned from him.
Just as he would drown from her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She questioned innocently. Those wide green eyes mapping every detail of him.
Klaus placed her chin in-between his forefinger and thumb, angling her head towards his direct gaze. "I'm admiring."
She blushed prettily, "You're going to make me either too self-conscious or grow a big head."
"Then you will have the most humongous head in all the land," He declared, rubbing the thigh placed across his legs. "You are much too beautiful not to be informed of it every second of every day. I will spend the rest of my days reminding you." This man and his words. There seemed to be nothing he could say that wouldn't cause her to melt like day old DQ ice cream. All her life she'd dreamed of this. To have someone look at her the way Klaus did. As though she was the only thing that made sense in the world. The only thing he ever wanted to make sense.
When her friends spoke to love and epic romances, she tuned them out believing that would never be her fate. But nature had proved her wrong and sent Klaus her way. Perhaps he was not a perfect white knight with no evil deeds to stain his conscience. But in this world, Bonnie was learning no one was truly free of those dark stains. Hers may be smaller but they were still there.
In the end all that mattered was that he was all hers.
Bonnie took the initiative to straddle him, pressing her butt directly against the bulge of his zipper and her lips below his stubble placing a wet kiss there. "Well get ready to witness the biggest head ever." Her innuendo was punctuated with a small thrust causing his grip on her thighs to tighten.
"Unless you would like me to fuck you hoarse in the next five seconds, I would suggest you stop that," He warned although his wandering hands spoke differently.
"I thought you planned on doing dirty things to me," She whined when he licked her throat up to the tip of her chin.
Klaus flipped them in a second so he was on top of her hovering. Bonnie's legs wrapped around his waist and his shirt rode up to expose her toned belly and navel piercing. He pressed his face on her stomach and inhaled her enticing scent. She shuddered feeling the tip of his tongue on her belly button. He dragged his tongue down to her pelvic bone giving a hot kiss which nearly had her weeping.
Finally, he looked up to meet her eyes with an intense look, "When I do have you, I promise that I will drag your body to lengths never imagined. I won't stop until all your senses are dulled to the point when I am the only thing you will be aware of. I'll make you come on my cock until your legs are rubber. Then I will bite you, marking you as mine for all to know. Unfortunately love, that won't be today."
His tone was laced with delicious promise.
"Why?" Bonnie pouted in a manner eerily similar to Demi when she didn't get her way.
He sat up taking her hand and pulling her up also, "Because I promised to let my family meet you and they get quite annoying when I don't fulfil my promises. It's a Mikealson thing."
Sophie Deveraux didn't like vampires.
That wasn't exactly true at first.
She'd grown up in a coven where the typical "vampires are demons and abominations" spiel was gospel. Witchcraft wasn't something she was so serious about from her childhood. After high school she jumped at the chance to travel the world, leaving her small-minded family and community behind. All they were caught up in was nothing but the coven, the ancestors and their duty to nature. Sophie felt there was more to her life than all of that.
After her money ran out and the wanderlust faded, she went back to New Orleans to live with her sister and niece, Monique. Jane-Anne was the opposite of her. She lived for the craft and coven teaching her daughter that as well. Especially that vampires and witches didn't mix.
But Sophie was a wildcard who didn't care so that meant she disregarded those rules as soon as they were spoken. Through a series of events, she ended up sharing a bed with the vampire king, Marcel Gerard. He was nothing like the witches described him; he was charming and interesting. He respected her and kept the drama to a minimum. The elders all ranted that they were certain he would do something drastic like ban them from practicing magic or something equally ridiculous.
To her, he was just trying to keep order in the city he loved. The city passed down to him. He spoke fondly of his sire but Sophie was certain that while some vampires she could tolerate, Klaus Mikealson was a whole different breed. But she trusted Marcel.
That was why when she got wind of a particular ritual Jane-Anne was doing, with an innocent child as a human sacrifice, she immediately told Marcel hoping he'd be able to put a stop to it. Jane-Anne had ranted and raved that they were only doing the will of the ancestors. That the girl was marked for death already but Sophie couldn't just let it go. In her heart she knew it was wrong.
No magic was worth such an innocent life.
It was during one of their trysts she told Marcel. She saw his eyes darken at the mention of the child. He promised to put a stop to it. It was in retrospect naïve to think there was another way he meant.
What other solution did a vampire seek except for death?
Marcel stopped the ritual by slaughtering all the witches present.
Jane-Anne had been among them. Her sister had died because of her actions. Monique lost her mother. For six years the guilt weighed within her, pulsating and breathing life to the anger and resentment which mounted with every breath she took. The righteous deed she thought she'd been doing no longer mattered in the long run.
So yeah, Sophie really did hate vampires in the end.
That only made her present actions all the more ironic.
"Are you sure this is the right place?" Katie asked for the hundredth time patting the grass at her feet.
Sophie rolled her eyes, "Yes I am. The locator led me right here. We're on top of it." Katie was a decent witch but the girl shook and startled at everything in sight. It was a wonder Bastianna chose her as a protégé.
"Right," Katie stood up dusting her knees. "We're going to have to dig."
Sophie shrugged, "Don't look at me. I already did all the heavy work with the spell. Plus, I'm still going to have to revive her and I'll need all my strength."
Katie had a feeling she'd be stuck with the hard work but it would have been nice to get disappointed. She picked up the shovel they brought and reluctantly started digging. Bastianna had sent them on a special mission to some Podunk town called Mystic Falls. She said there was a vampire buried beneath the ground under one of their monuments whose blood she needed for reasons.
Sophie, the other protégé, tagged along.
They got along well enough despite the other girls' coldness towards her. Katie knew it was an effect of losing her sister years ago during a random vampire attack, they were told. The identity of the vampire who killed her was never discovered.
Bastianna had given her usual vague answers to Katie saying that this particular vampire held a tool which could be used to find a very special ingredient for the ritual she was performing. Whoever this person was, they'd been down there for a long time. The statue of one of their founders was built over it and Sophie had to use a spell to lift it away.
She just hoped they would be done before morning because the residents would certainly notice if there was a big hole where their beloved statue used to be.
"I wonder what anyone needs vampire blood for," Katie commented, pressing the blade deeper into the ground with her boot. An owl hooted in the distance. This place was creepy at night.
"They have their uses," Sophie answered cryptically.
Bonnie was nervous meeting the rest of the Originals. Ignoring the fact that they were the most dangerous vampires in history, they were the family of her mate. Meeting the family was always a nerve-wracking situation. Especially since the first time she'd really seen them, Cordelia was threatening to set them all on fire.
But Klaus assured her that there was nothing to be worried about.
Elijah, the oldest brother, was polite and considerate. He was the one described as noble and kind. He carried himself with admirable poise and elegance but Bonnie wasn't fooled. The crimson around him still burned bright and wide meaning he was no soft bunny. His appraising eyes followed her all through breakfast. Elijah might not have been a feral creature but she was certain there was still a wild beast inside him. It just remained caged until voluntarily released. In a strange way, he reminded her of Stefan.
Rebekah was beautiful and sharp and wilful. She sat next to Bonnie, ignoring the glares from her brother, immediately interrogating the girl. She asked her questions about where she grew up and her hobbies. Inconsequential things in the grand scheme but add a female vampire who wasn't shy about letting her fangs peek out and it made them a lot more precarious.
"So Bonnie, what exactly are your intentions towards my brother?" The female original cut open a scone and spread some jam over it.
"Stop it Bekah," Klaus said angrily, placing his hand over his mates'. Rebekah once again ignored his homicidal glares keeping her eyes on Bonnie as she sliced another scone with the very sharp knife. The act was an obvious attempt to intimidate her but Bonnie felt wobbly with boldness all of a sudden.
Bonnie curled her bottom lip, "Anything that a sturdy desk can handle."
The knife dropped from her hand and Elijah's eyebrows rose on high. Klaus grinned far too amused by her answer. "Be careful what you wish for my little witch."
Oh she knew exactly what she was wishing for.
Marcel laughed out boisterously at that, "I like her. She has spunk."
He reminded her the most of Klaus. Marcel had an easy-going charm about him. His grins were boyish and infectious. He made her feel the most at ease.
"Well, well, you might be a match for my brother after all Bonnie," Rebekah looked on with respect.
"What's happening on desks?" Demi asked confused pausing from her spoonful coco pops. Bonnie cringed inwardly, having forgotten the little girl was privy to their conversation.
Elijah sighed. This happened all the time.
"Adult things," Marcel saved.
Her little nose wrinkled, "You always say that. I want to know what adult things are!"
"Don't worry about it darling. It's nothing you need to concern yourself with until you're 40," Klaus replied bopping her nose much to her delight.
"60," Rebekah and Marcel chorused together and everyone laughed.
They were having breakfast in the grand dining room which seated close to sixteen from what she counted.
It was nice to see them all act so normal. Like a regular family. It was something Bonnie felt she could see herself getting used to. She'd always wanted a big family growing up. Most of the time it was just she and Grams together. Occasionally the Gilberts' invited her for dinner and sleepovers with Elena but that ended after their tragic death.
Now she had a real chance to be part of one. Who cared if they drank blood along with their toast? A few years ago, she would have. Seventeen-year-old Bonnie would have instinctually hated anything she didn't perceive as good and who could blame her? She'd grown up sheltered and unaware. Grams didn't teach her about magic in an effort to protect her. Abby had done something to keep it cloaked for years. The first vampires she met were selfish and unafraid to use anyone for their own purposes.
But present Bonnie had seen enough to know no one was a 100% anything. Those who claimed they were should be the people to be truly feared.
"What's on your mind?" Klaus asked, bringing her thoughts back to him.
She smiled, "Just how happy I am."
Those words were a gut punch. Bonnie spoke them with pure sincerity while gazing at him. Klaus was suddenly reminded of the words Mikeal had spoken to him years in the past. In another life he sought desperately to forget.
You bring nothing but sorrow and pain to those around you. I pity the fool who believes you are lovable.
Mikeal said those words the day before his mother turned them all into vampires. He'd clung to it like a rotting corpse he couldn't get rid of. Klaus channelled it into every action of his through the centuries. Since he could not be loved, he would be feared. Respect and loyalty came but, in a way, they felt fickle and subject to change. People switched sides and changed alliances all the time, didn't they? His hybrids were sire-bonded to him but even they might be swayed if it were broken. Nothing was truly assured.
But love, love was a thing that couldn't be changed or diluted.
The only way to love was with one's entire being. Yes, he knew his siblings loved him. But they already had familial bonds in place which made it somewhat compulsory for them to. No one had ever really loved him out of choice.
But sitting here and looking at Bonnie gave him treacherous hope that such could be possible. She was his mate but such bonds weren't compulsory. She could have refused his courtship. She could have broken the bond before it even truly started to form. But she was here because she wanted to be. Because she wanted him.
Klaus swallowed, "I'm glad. I think I'm happy too."
The rest watched the two of them. She leaned to give him a kiss which he reciprocated holding her head in his hands and savouring the taste of honey in her mouth.
"Yuck. Do that in your bedroom," Rebekah chastised with a twinkle in her eye. In truth it made her so happy to see Nik this way. There was plenty to thank Bonnie for even if she'd pretended to give the girl a hard time.
Bonnie giggled and Klaus kissed her more in defiance. The sweet moment ended when Demi's eyes rolled to the back of her head and the spoon dropped from her hand clattering on the group. Everyone instantly tensed up.
"Demi?" Marcel dropped on one knee holding her face. "Demi are you ok?". Klaus shouted for Lourdes.
Her eyes came back to normal and she looked frightened. Tears fell from her eyes and she started sobbing.
Rebekah went to her side hugging her close, "What's wrong sweetheart? Did you have another vision?"
"They're hurting her," She sobbed pressing her face into the blonde's chest.
"Who are they hurting?" Bonnie asked crouching in front of her. A purple-haired witch came into the dining room and stood beside a concerned Elijah.
Demi looked at her with red rimmed eyes, "Her name is Elena and they're hurting her."
Bonnie felt her blood turn cold.
"I think this is it," Katie wiped the sweat from her brow, throwing the shovel down.
"Finally," Sophie muttered, rising to her feet.
"Next time you shovel then," Katie snapped. She was covered in dirt and her favourite boots were nearly ruined. Getting bitched at was the last thing she needed.
Sophie rolled her eyes, "No need to get so testy." Inside the hole was a coffin spelled with magic to keep it sealed. The inhabitant of the coffin was desiccated but still alive somehow. There was magic that kept her sustained while feeding from her slowly. She had to admit, it was a pretty vindictive curse meaning whoever sealed her really hated her guts.
She brought out the dark object from her pouch and placed it on the coffin. Sophie started chanting, spreading her hands over it. The magic holding it shut was strong making it quite hard to unseal. The dark object they'd gotten from the priest helped immensely to absorb it otherwise a witch of her capacity wouldn't have been able to. After about thirty minutes of chanting, the door swung open to reveal a female vampire desiccated and starved. She was awake, eyes darting back and forth. She'd been aware of the world around her moving and growing during the past 100 years. So much time had passed her.
"Esh, she does not look good," Katie commented.
"Neither would you if someone locked you in a sealed coffin under a statue for a hundred years," Sophie replied, opening the cooler they brought with them and removed a bag of blood. She used her pen knife and tore it over the coffin allowing the vampire to drink. Slowly, her greyed and wrinkled body began to heal back to its natural form.
"Drink up Miss Pierce. There's plenty more for you," Sophie said tossing the empty bag and retrieving another. "There's someone we need you to help us find. Word on the street is that she looks a little bit like you."
I told you guys the action was coming soon. Now Katherine is in the mix and soon the rest of the MF gang will appear soon. Hope you enjoyed it! I'm updating COBAF next so stay tuned for that. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!
