A/N: This was so long I had to divide it into two chapters. I was nervous about writing the ending so I hope I did it justice.

4

"You're late," Damon chastened as she took a seat on the park bench next to him.

Bonnie huffed, "I'm sorry. There was a meeting that I couldn't get out of." That was not strictly true. It had been a meeting alright but of the more intimate nature between her and Klaus. Bonnie hadn't told him about the developments in her relationship with Klaus. Just that she'd been getting closer.

"Anything new?" She asked watching a young mother happily play with her toddler and their dog.

"Everything you've brought back so far has been tied only to the legitimate business," Damon tapped his knee in irritation. "I need more than just the summary of meetings."

"They don't exactly make a point of discussing guns and arms during Sunday dinner," She snapped frustrated. "If they do then it's not around me. They're still feeling me out." Despite moving on up to Klaus' bed that didn't mean that he fully trusted her yet.

"It's been almost five months Bonnie. I need something," the desperation in his voice was evident.

"I'm trying my best ok. Do you think they just leave everything lying around for me to find? Klaus and Elijah keep me on a need to know basis when it comes to business and Tyler hates me so he's always watching me," She explained.

"It's ok. I understand," Damon softened his tone. "I just want this to be over and for you to get out. I don't feel comfortable with you so close to him."

"I'm fine," Bonnie dismissed looking down at her shoes to avoid his eyes.

"Still, he's a dangerous man you should never let down your guard with," He reminded her.

"I know that."

"Good," He answered with finality.

She closed her eyes, "I just need a little more time to get them to trust me. We never said this would happen overnight. Just a bit more time."

"Of course."

"I'm heading to Langley next week. You'll check in with Enzo until I get back," Damon stood up.

Bonnie nodded absently, "I've no problem with that."

Damon observed her knowing she was hiding something. He didn't push her though knowing that if she really had any troubles, she'd tell him. He was more concerned about her mental state. She'd been getting close to the girl and there was a chance it would cloud her judgement. She'd already made a point of telling him that Rebekah had no real knowledge of the business. That it was strictly between the brothers. He hoped that when the time came, she would be able to detangle herself from everything Mikealson.

For all their sakes.

"You wanted to see me?" Bonnie poked her head into Klaus' office. He was seated on his desk with a MacBook open, typing rapidly on the keyboard.

"Take a seat," He instructed without looking at her.

Bonnie complied, wringing her hands together nervously. She wiped them on her skirt to remove the sweat. It was impossible to tell his moods most times. He maintained a near constant neutral expression that remained impenetrable. She only saw it morph when he wanted to charm investors, express annoyance at his siblings or pride whenever he made her writhe in pleasure. All in all, the man was a wall. Thick and well-built. To chisel away at what stood behind it all would require a tremendous amount of backbone. Or a really big hammer.

"Something interesting has come to my attention," Klaus started, his eyes still fixed on his screen.

"Oh," She prayed her voice didn't sound shaky, revealing the fear she felt at those words. "What is it?"

He finally looked up after what felt like an eternity, "I haven't taken you out on a date."

Bonnie nearly cried in relief before the meaning of his words hit her, "What?"

Klaus stood up walking to where she sat, placing his large hands on her shoulders, "Don't get me wrong, I enjoy our time spent horizontally, but I believe we would have a more enjoyable time using our mouths for other things." Heat pooled between her legs. It was ridiculous how easily she got turned on. Previous sexual encounters had been lukewarm and mild compared to this. He reduced to a nearly constant state of arousal, one look or touch away from melting into his ministrations. Sometimes even being in the same room was hard. A few times Bonnie had nearly stumbled on the words she translated during meetings just because his heavy gaze fell upon her. Oftentimes she wondered if a real agent would have this problem. If they would allow themselves to get so caught up in the lustful orbit of their mark. She couldn't ask Damon about it, at least not now. He had taught her that complete immersion was necessary sometimes. Bonnie had completely immersed herself in the pond that was Klaus.

"What brought this on?" Bonnie cautiously questioned. Klaus pushed the collar of her blouse down her shoulder bending down to press a kiss that trailed upwards to the back of her ear. She bit her bottom lip enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against her skin. Her breathing hitched ever so slightly.

"Unless it's not something you'd like to do?" He pulled away as if burned.

"N-No I would but I didn't think you'd be very interested in that," She stood up to face him. "I sort of assumed you wanted to keep this strictly physical." Bonnie had been fine with that. She could work with that. But the prospect of going on a date with him, getting closer to him for the case sounded promising.

Klaus had an unreadable expression, "Tomorrow night by 8pm. I'll send a car to your flat."

"Alright," Bonnie smiled hoping to get a reaction from him. It worked; he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips and walked back to his chair. "I'll see you later then."

"Good night Klaus."

As with all things fashion related, Bonnie was forced to consult with Rebekah about what to wear to doe said date, who screamed loud enough to crack the windows in her penthouse flat when it was revealed who she was going on a date with. At least she didn't know that they'd been sleeping together. Rebekah might have brought down the entire building on them.

"I knew it!" The blonde jumped up and down clapping her hands. "He's always had eyes for you. I noticed it even at the party. I'm sure that might have been why he was such a tosser to you."

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Nik's always been the pigtail pulling sort," Rebekah explained, searching her massive closet for something that would fit Bonnie. "He can't ask out a girl like a normal person so he needs to always make some sort of arsehole first impression. It's what he did with Tatia, his first wife. Too bad her bitch act was 24/7."

"Huh," Bonnie drifted in thought until Rebekah emerged from the closet with a gorgeous Vera Wang knee-length blue dress in hand. It looked like it would be her size.

"This is the one," Rebekah grinned, holding it out.

"This is too much," Bonnie immediately protested.

The blonde snorted, "You think anything more than a coloured paper bag is too much. You are a gorgeous woman. Learn to dress like one. Besides, you can only go up from here since my brother has already seen you naked."

"Rebekah!" She squealed in surprise.

"What?" Rebekah chuckled. "You two are so obvious. Besides, Nik can't muster the self-control to look away from you when you're in the same room. Your business trips must be wild." It shouldn't have really been a surprise to her. They'd never tried to hide their involvement with each other but she just assumed it would be wise not to make a show of it since they were just sleeping together. Rebekah was far more astute than she was given credit for.

"And you're ok with this?" She asked cautiously.

"Better you than anyone else. I actually trust you," Rebekah replied with a warm smile. The guilt spun inside Bonnie. Rebekah trusted her. If only she knew the real reason. That she was here to destroy her brother right from within.

"I honestly don't know why he's doing this," Bonnie exclaimed standing up to pace the room. It had been on her mind the entire day. She knew the sort of man Klaus was. Before they started sleeping together, she'd seen the sort of women who escorted him to events and who he took on dates. They were all gorgeous women in the league of his ex-wife. While she was no troll herself, she knew she wasn't the type of woman who normally went for. She thought he'd already be satisfied with their carnal relations.

Rebekah sighed already used to her friends' brand of self-flagellation, "He wants to date you. Where is the complication coming from? I guess the question, is do you want to date him?"

Her mouth was dry. Did she? Yes, for the mission.

That was the mantra she repeated to herself the next night as she dressed into the very same blue dress and on the way to the restaurant. She was taken off-guard though at how empty it was. The maître d led her to a secluded table where the man himself was seated looking devilishly handsome in a suit with a glass of bourbon already in hand.

"You look lovely," Klaus complimented with a grin.

"Thanks," Bonnie tried to sound dismissive, ignoring the butterflies in her belly. "Are we both really early?"

"No. We're the only ones tonight," He replied.

"Why?"

"Because I rented out the restaurant for tonight," Klaus casually informed her.

"Wow," She remarked. "That seems pretty ostentatious."

He shrugged, "Just wanted to ensure all my attention would be on you and you alone." And if that didn't sound ominous.

Bonnie cleared her throat picking up the wine menu, "Have I given you the impression that I'm starved of your attention?"

Klaus grinned at her jab. "You never know. Don't want any room for you to start feeling any neglect. Besides, is it such a bad thing to want to take a beautiful woman out?"

The word compliment made her flush. "But you have to go for overkill as usual."

"What many women would consider the height of romance is what you consider overkill," He shook his head amusedly. "You are a strange woman Bonnie."

"I'm not like most women. I'm more surprised at you attempting any sort of romance," She smiled as the waiter came in with a bottle of Zapata red. Her favourite. He poured it into her glass and left the bottle behind assuring them that their food would be coming soon.

"I didn't order anything," Bonnie said, grabbing the stem of her wine glass. "I definitely didn't tell you this was my favourite."

"I have eyes," He said looking at her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his drink. A man as meticulous as him would certainly pick up on a few things.

"And here I thought you were as blind as a bat," Bonnie teased, swirling the drink in her glass to downplay her apprehension.

"I could never be blind when it comes to you," Klaus' eyes bored right into her. There he went again, slicing into her with those painfully blue irises. It was his way of looking at everything especially her, as if he could dig her secrets right from her skull with one look. It took time to learn not to squirm under his gaze. He revelled in making her uncomfortable.

She could turn the favour. Dig up a few secrets of his.

"Did you ever bring your ex-wife here?" Bonnie questioned sitting straighter.

He grimaced for a moment. Then smirked, "Now why would you bring a topic like that to an otherwise lovely evening?"

She bit her bottom lip. It was obvious wasn't it? "No girl likes being second fiddle. I wouldn't be able to enjoy a restaurant you've brought another woman to."

He looked so amused, "Aren't you a possessive one? Sadly you're barking up a tree that's been uprooted and chopped for firewood. The only reason my ex-wife comes to mind is when I see the alimony cheques from my personal accountant. I haven't brought her here before." It was hard to tell if he felt bitter or indifferent. Klaus expertly showed nothing but amusement.

This was the most he'd revealed about his ex in all their time together.

"Good. And I'm not being possessive." Bonnie muttered wondering what the hell she had just asked that for. There was nothing to feel possessive over. It wasn't like they were particularly anything. Nor did she want to be. The man in front of her was potentially war criminal. Every interaction with him was nothing but a means to an end.

The waiter arrived with two plates. They hadn't ordered. He dropped a lobster salad in front of her. She frowned at Klaus. "How did you know?" It was one of her favourites. She had it once a week for lunch.

He smiled. The tips of his incisors peeked out. They looked far too sharp for a mere man. What other forms of flesh could they sink into, she wondered. "Relax dear, I'm not a mind reader. I asked Rebekah about your various likes and dislikes to ensure this would be a more pleasant experience for the both of us."

Bonnie released a sigh. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage. The games he loved the play. By all odds, could she survive it? Was she meant to? Did she want to? "Anyone ever tell you that you can be a control freak sometimes?"

"I'd rather dress up it as being the master of my own environment," His knife cut fluidly into his steak. The red stained the knife, reminding her a butcher slicing up a fresh slaughter. It was so rare it might as well have been straight from the cow. Everyone in this family was a damn carnivore.

He bit a piece, chewing methodically. "Eat your salad Bonnie. I did shut down an entire kitchen for it."

After dinner, they went to the Mikealson estate instead of her flat like she expected.

"Changing up the routine?" Bonnie fiddled the strap of her purse when the driver went the opposite route away from her flat.

"I enjoy some spontaneity every now and then," His mouth twitched.

She entered his bedroom surveying the interior for the first time. It was tastefully decorated. The bedframe and drawers were made from a polished oak. Heavy black curtains hung over the large windows. The walls were a deep red and the ceiling was white. His four-poster king-sized bed was immaculately made. She knew he rarely slept in it. During hard workdays in the office he slept there. Their trysts were always at her flat. There was a large brown antique rug her heels pressed into. There were no pictures or personal mementos left lying around. It was all immaculate and prim. All in all, it reflected him; elegant but showed nothing truly personal.

Klaus stood near the door, both hands shoved in his trousers, watching her walk around exploring his sanctum. She made a lovely picture in the blue dress which highlighted every one of her curves. The way her bronze skin shone even in the lowly lit bedroom. She was very much a thing to be admired and he planned to do so for the long term. How long, well it was up to her.

Bonnie's vision settled on the Francisco Goya painting hung just above his bed. It was the most interesting thing there.

It was Saturn devouring his son.

A morbid piece for a place one was supposed to lay their head to rest. Of course this was where he'd place it.

"It's one of my favourites," He had walked to stand beside her. "I'm picky when it comes to my romantic painters but Goya always seems to get it right every time."

"Brushing aside the fact that you have a £5 million pound painting in your bedroom of all places, isn't this too horrific for the bedroom?" Bonnie asked, turning sideways to watch him.

The moonlight from the open window reflected on his profile giving his already pale skin an otherworldly glow. His eyes were transfixed on the painting seemingly unaware of her gaze. It was odd and interesting to see him so taken by something. They'd visited galleries together and seen other paintings which he admired well enough but Bonnie had never seen him look at one with such undeniable reverence. A glimpse of something opened up, just a shadow, not too much. It held a haunting regret and sadistic pride that stirred up so many questions in her.

"My father was, to put it kindly, a blistering bastard," Klaus spoke, still staring at it, "Growing up our hatred was mutual. I hated him because he was cruel and loveless. He hated me because I reminded him of himself. Far too much. My potential though far outshone his. Everyone could see that."

Bonnie hadn't learnt much about Mikeal Mikealson in her research. He was the reasonably wealthy owner of a shipping company but died divorced and estranged from his children.

"During my second year at Eton, a business rival of his gave me a work opportunity. I accepted it albeit reluctantly because while I truly didn't want to go against my father, I did need the experience. Mikeal didn't want to hear my reasoning. He broke my arm and cut me off without a single penny. He banned all my siblings from communicating with me lest they suffer the same fate. Elijah and Rebekah defied him as best they could but we were all so deeply embedded under this thumb," Klaus was unemotional even as he recounted what should have been a painful memory. "I nearly dropped out but for bursaries and scholarships. After I finished all my schooling, I started Hybrid. Within five years I made it profitable. After seven years I bought up his company and sold it for peanuts. I relished destroying the one thing he loved the most."

The callousness of the words sunk deep into her marrow. "That was...wow."

He finally turned back to her, "The old will eat the young if you let them. The male lions drive the male cubs from the pride to ensure their place. But the cubs grow and return to topple the order. My father was a paranoid fool who was too afraid his own son would overshadow him. In the end he became a self-fulfilling prophecy. I've become greater than he could ever imagine. I am Jupiter tearing open the flesh of his father and casting him into the netherworld. That's why I keep this painting in here. That and to remind myself what happens to all my enemies."

"That you eventually devour them?"

"That I let them believe they've won and taken me out. Little do they know they've merely devoured a stone wrapped in cloth. I wait in the background until it is time to emerge and tear the flesh apart."

After all he'd spoken, Bonnie could only stare at him. This was what she wanted wasn't it? To rip something open and take a peek inside him? Well here it was. So much for a mere peek.

"What do you want from me?" Her voice was small and unsure.

Klaus looked at her from head to toe. Everywhere his eyes burned. No part of her skin was left intact. He rubbed his chin in contemplation meeting her eyed, "I'm not sure yet." The honesty took them both aback.

She then cupped his cheek meekly leaning forward to kiss him. Klaus was hesitant to kiss back and for a moment she thought the heavy subject had put him off. But then his arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer as his mouth swallowed hers. Bonnie clutched at his shoulders to pull off his jacket. He removed it, tossing it on the floor along with his dress shirt.

They pulled away for air. Bonnie moaned as his lips immediately attached themselves to her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving behind marks she would surely have to cover up. He moved down the valley of her breasts pulling down her dress as he went until she stood in nothing but underwear.

Klaus gave her the same look as the painting; utterly entranced. He'd never looked at her that way before. He tore off her bra in one motion, cupping her breasts in both hands. His hands were cold sending goose bumps all over her. Her nipples hardened into diamond tips. He massaged them with utter care bending down to flick one with the tip of his tongue. The action made her insides immediately burst with desire.

"Tell me exactly what you want Bonnie," Klaus demanded roughly. He yanked off her lacy underwear impatiently, causing a small tear that surely rendered it unusable. "Tell me exactly what you want and I'll give it to you." The desperation mixed with lust in his voice made her feel powerful. A far cry from their first time when he had just taken what he wanted. Now here he was, begging for it. She would take what she wanted.

"I want you," Bonnie whispered. It was the whole truth. She didn't know what she wanted to do with him. Turn him over, stay with him forever or put a bullet through his skull. What she knew was that she needed to have him in whatever way she could.

They fucked twice. The first time was rough and fast as she was used to with him. He held down her hips and drove into her with the eloquence of a man possessed. By the time that round ended her hips and thighs were bruised showing imprints of his fingers. He pressed hot little kisses over them. It stirred something within him to see her flawless skin so marred by his touch.

The second time was after she left his sleeping form on the bed a few hours later to the kitchen to grab some water. Bonnie wore his discarded shirt and walked barefoot through the enormous house. She might have gotten lost if not for her previous trips here with Rebekah. She lived in her own flat but came over frequently and dragged Bonnie all around with her.

"Nik doesn't like to admit it but he gets lonely in that monster of a house," She confided in Bonnie one day. "Elijah's there but he's just as busy. I guess he needs the reminder of someone in the family being around occasionally."

Bonnie asked why he bought it if it was too big.

"Tatia wanted it and well he thought they'd have a family. That particular plan went to shit as you now know."

The kitchen was empty. Not unusual considering it was 1am in the morning. She poured herself a glass of cold water moaning at how to cool liquid refreshed her parched throat muscles. Bonnie placed the glass in the sink. On her way back to the bedroom, she passed by Klaus' office. A niggling feeling in her head pushed her to open the door and enter. Find something, anything connected to the guns. Surely his home office would be where he was more likely to keep those sensitive documents. But something else kept her feet rooted to the ground. Her hand was stretched towards the knob but it was frozen. It must have been about five minutes she stood there until a deep voice startled her.

"What are you doing?" Tyler's voice came deep and harsh behind her. Bonnie jumped and turned to face him. He wasn't wearing any pyjamas. In fact it looked like he'd just come from the office. He still wore the dark suit and slim tie she associated as his uniform.

"I-I w-went to grab some water in the kitchen," She squeaked heart pounding.

Tyler walked slowly towards her in menacing steps. From her attire he could put two and two together. "Be very careful girlie. He likes you now because you entertain him with your pretty body but sooner or later, you'll slip up and he'll see you for what you truly are."

"What do you mean?" Bonnie said stoically. Internally, she was freaking out wondering what he meant by that. Tyler was hostile towards her from day one. No amount of kind greetings or awkward small talk changed that. But before now he was content to glare at her or grunt occasionally. Now, he looked like a bull ready to charge and she was a tasty morsel wrapped in red.

"You women are all the same. You may have them all fooled with your charming America girl act but I see you for what you truly are. A whore itching for a place with a rich family," Tyler spat and brushed past her, making sure to bump their shoulders painfully.

Bonnie watched him retreat into another wing rubbing her shoulder. Rebekah's jokes that he was in love with Klaus suddenly didn't feel like jokes anymore. By the time she got back to the room, Klaus was awake and sitting up in bed. "Where did you go?" He asked hoarsely.

"I was thirsty," She explained crawling back into bed.

Klaus grabbed her arm and pulled her body to his, engaging her in a ferocious kiss. He gripped her thighs so hard she felt his nails pierce her skin. Bonnie pulled away breathing hard, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," He breathed, pushing her onto her back. "For a moment I thought you'd left." Maybe she imagined it but there was a speck of vulnerability in his voice.

"I'm not going anywhere," Bonnie said, making eye contact.

He unbuttoned his shirt from her body. "Good."

Klaus flipped her on her knees and fucked her from behind. He pulled her hair until her line of sight caught the painting. She felt Saturn's crazed wide eyes and hungry gaze over her with every thrust. She herself from being devoured from within by a force out of her control. If there was any luck then perhaps something would remain. When they both climaxed Klaus held her body flush and tight against his making any form of escape impossible. She was drifting away well worn and exhausted from the previous activities when she felt his lips on her forehead and whispered words.

"Never leave me."

"I'm sleeping with Klaus," Bonnie blurted.

Damon remained eerily still for such a long time she was worried he might have died and his corpse was in extremely fast rigor mortis.

Finally, he spoke low and gruff. "When did it start?"

"A few months ago."

"I see." Bonnie looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment. Or if it was even disappointment. The potential of another type of look was what worried her.

"Has it helped at all or is it purely recreational?"

That got a sharp look. "I'm getting closer. We just got back from a trip to Casablanca. There was a meeting with some Algerian businessmen about medical supplies like ventilators and defibrillators moving by ship from Spain to Cairo. From there the buyers are coming to inspect it. I found it a bit odd and I wanted to let you know."

"What exactly did you find odd?" Damon crossed his legs.

Bonnie bit her bottom lip, "They're supposed to be for the foundation. To donate it to war torn countries in need of hospital equipment. Klaus and Elijah don't directly deal with anything to do with the foundation. They leave that up to Finn. But he didn't show up. Not to mention the supplies are supposed to be going to the UN refugee camp near Kashmir but the trail ends in Cairo. I managed to copy the shipping manifest." It was no easy task. She got it from Tyler's open laptop on the plane ride back. Klaus was in the bathroom and Elijah was dozing over an open file. Tyler himself was distracted with the flight attendant who was serving them refreshments. She used a ten second window and took the pictures with her phone praying not to get caught.

She dropped a folded up newspaper on the bench. Damon picked it up and felt a small hard bump at the bottom. A flash drive.

"Well done Bonnie," He said. "I'll get Jeremy to track that ship and see if we can get eyes on the contents when it lands in the port."

"You do that," Bonnie stood up.

"I'll get you out of this. I promise," Damon swore. The wind blew her crème scarf upward exposing a patch of smooth skin. An ugly image came to his mind. Klaus had pressed his disgusting lips on her. He touched her body. He held her. It shouldn't have bothered Damon at all. It was what he anticipated might happen. Bonnie was an attractive woman. Surely one of the men there would take notice and she might take advantage of it to get what they needed. He just didn't expect it to be the don himself although he shouldn't have been surprised. Faced with the reality of what she had done, what she was doing strengthened his resolve to bring this to an end as quickly as possible. She wouldn't meet the same fate as Katherine.

Bonnie said nothing in return. She just walked away.

Their relationship became public a short while after that although everyone made comments on how they all knew it all along. Rebekah was the most vocal supporter. Elijah politely congratulated them. Finn was ambivalent. Tyler seethed visibly but said nothing. It went on with very little fanfare for a few months.

Their working relationship didn't change much. They still travelled together and she attended meetings with foreign partners but now they openly shared a hotel room each trip.

Klaus was freer with her. Bonnie found out that he was an extremely tactile man hiding under a rigid and refined persona. He always found a reason to touch her person. Whether they were walking together and his hand fell on her lower back, or during meetings with his hand in hers in what many might consider an unprofessional manner, when he introduced her as his associate. He talked more freely too. They spent several nights in bed talking about their childhoods and pasts. Bonnie told him about how her mother abandoned her, her father replaced her and her grandmother died too early. Klaus told her more about his father's terrible treat, about how alone he was made to feel. About how his brother Henrik suffered so painfully due to the disease that took his life early on. How powerless it made him feel. In that moment they were kindred spirits understanding themselves in a way the world at large could not.

She slept in the manor six days out of seven. Moving in seemed like a logical next step but she needed her flat. It was her one conduit for the outside world. The world where she really belonged. Because it was so easy and tempting to be swept away by the allure of the Mikealsons.

Most times it wasn't pretend. In fact, she'd begun to wonder if it ever was. Every part of her treacherous body was glad to give herself to his every touch and caress. From their dinner dates to times in the opera where he whispered naughty things in her ear during the emotional climax of the performance. The Sunday dinners she was now a fixture at and a welcome one at that. They welcomed her with open arms and considered her part of the family now. It only intensified the ache she felt when reminded this would all soon come to an end.

The dilemma was now whether she wanted it to end faster or take time to enjoy the bits she could manage.

"I knew it was love at first sight when you threw your wine at him," Rebekah cooed.

"Do shut up Beks," Bonnie blushed.

"What can I say, feisty women are my weakness," Klaus grinned kissing her cheek then walking over to his brother and another guest. They were at a party. It was Finn and Sage's fifth wedding anniversary and it was being hosted in Mikaelson Manor.

The couple in question were slow dancing together staring into each other's eyes with helpless devotion. It was obvious to anyone who could see them that they were deeply in love. Bonnie couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"I can't wait until we're at your wedding anniversary party," Rebekah said wistful.

Bonnie choked on her drink, "Whoa, relax there. I'm not sure we're quite there yet."

"Trust me, Nik is gone for you," Rebekah said sagely. "I've seen all the women my brother's been with and how he's treated them. You are special."

I'm special alright, Bonnie thought dejectedly.

"I'm just happy for what I have now. To dream for more would be selfish," She smiled sadly.

Rebekah hugged her with one arm, "It's ok to dream Bonnie. You're allowed to want more." No, not in this lifetime she's not.

Bonnie excused herself to the bathroom to powder her nose. She went upstairs to the guest bathroom because she preferred that one. Five minutes into reapplying her lipstick, the door swung open. Before she could shout occupied, she was pinned to the sink with a tight grip on her neck.

"Tyler?" She choked out.

He was completely manic and unhinged. "What were you doing in the park with that man?"

"I-I don't know what you mean, -"

"Don't lie to me!" Tyler shouted, squeezing her neck tighter. Bonnie felt her airways shutting off and dark spots beginning to form in vision. Somehow her brain managed to figure out that he followed her to her meeting Damon in the park.

"I told you you'd slip up eventually. Whores can't help but spread their legs around town," He squeezed harder making her scratch at his arm with her nails trying to dislodge it from her neck. "I protect Nik from people like you. Once you're dead he'll be thanking me." For a horrible moment she's certain this is it. This is her end. But it is decided that being strangled in a guest bathroom is not her fate. By some miracle Bonnie's flailing hands reach for the glass soap dispenser near her hip and she breaks it over his head.

"Bitch!" Tyler groans reaching for his now bloodied temple. Bonnie used the opportunity to push off his body and run but he grabbed her by the arm pushing her painfully against the doorframe.

"Please I swear I'm not cheating on him," She cried, struggling against him. The blood from his head wound dripped down on her chest.

"I don't believe you," He slapped her hard and she fell to the ground in the hallway. The sound of guests downstairs laughing and talking must have drowned the sounds of their struggle. Tyler straddled her putting both hands on her neck in a vice-like grip and squeezed. This was it. This was how she died. Her life didn't flash before her eyes but one image alone came and stayed. It was so bright and blue.

"Klaus," She whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

A gunshot rung out and Tyler stilled. A red stain formed in the middle of his chest.

His body fell flat on top of her and she screamed. The heavy body was pulled off her and fell to the side with a thud. Bonnie was panting hard unable to comprehend how her life was saved in just a few seconds. "Bonnie? Bonnie are you alright?"

Klaus kneeled beside her, dropping a gun to the floor. Tyler laid dead and unmoving. Bonnie's chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. She could see his lips move but none of the words make it to her ears. Instead she saw the blood seep into the carpet. His arms wrapped around her body. "You're ok love. You're ok."

Bonnie screamed again.