A/N- A very short drabble
"Get. Out!"
Klaus Mikaelson looks up from his sketchbook in surprise at the Bennett witch standing over him, eyes dark with fury.
He glances about the room, "This is my house, love."
"I don't care," she seethes, "I've been planning this binge all week and I am not going to have this new show ruined for me by you or any of your…family."
It's clear that several words were removed from the last part of that sentence, the kind of words that one wouldn't use in a school or church.
And Klaus knows he should 'play nice', as Caroline puts it, but really- it's so much fun to rile the girl up,
"Come now," he offers a charming grin and sees the twitch of her eyelid that was a sign of impending snapped necks, fried brains and something nearby bursting into flame, "I can sketch silently."
She releases a ragged sigh and puts her bowl of popcorn on the coffee table,
"You're not the problem," she explains, "Not entirely, it's just that when one of you shows up…"
"There you are!" Kol exclaims as he wanders into the room, not stopping until he bumps into the witch and slings an arm around her shoulders,
"I've been looking for you all day."
In the distance, a church bell began to toll the tenth hour as the morning sun blazed through the french windows.
From a purely intellectual standpoint, Klaus wonders how close Bonnie Bennett is to a full psychotic breakdown courtesy of habitation with his family.
A gambling addict probably wouldn't make that bet against him.
Bonnie opens her mouth, either to plead for peace or threaten torture but she's interrupted by the slamming of the front door.
Seconds later, Elijah storms into the room, looking absolutely furious, and with the likely culprit hurrying after him, her heels clattering across the polished wooden floor. He spins around suddenly and she has to skid to a stop to avoid running into him and Klaus can practically hear Bonnie's sanity withering and dying as his families answer to every tragic tale of star-crossed lovers ever birthed from pen to paper begin their next scene,
"Katherine," he speaks her name as a rebuke, "that vase was older than half my family combined."
Klaus vaguely remembers that Elijah had decided to visit an auction house for some new decorative pieces for the house and Katherine had tagged along for some new decorative pieces for her wrists.
She wears a smirk of pink diamonds now, her axinite eyes glittering with malicious glee,
"And worth twice as much," she quips, pouting when Elijah doesn't share her humour,
"Oh come on," she stomps her foot, "They'll fix it up and it'll be good as new, you know, once they wash the brain matter of it."
"Whose brain matter?" Rebekah asks curiously, having caught the tail end of the conversation, "Should we be concerned?"
Katherine opens her mouth to regale them all with what was likely salacious gossip while Bonnie stares at the flat screen tv with a longing that made Klaus feel a quick stab of guilt for having unwittingly ruined her weekend plans of peace and quiet.
"There was a woman at the auction house, a sweet little Australian werewolf who made the apparently unforgivable mistake of flirting with me," their elder brother sighed, "And Katherine thought introducing her to an ancient Grecian vase from the Bronze Age was a suitable response."
As someone prone to jealousy himself, Klaus sees nothing wrong with a little head trauma to ward off potential suitors but Elijah always was one for the high road.
While his siblings inevitably take sides- Kol siding with Katherine, Rebekah making snarky comments about Elijah's choice of women, Klaus takes out his phone, finds a nearby hotel with a television and dvd in the room, that also does room service and books Bonnie in for the weekend, sending the reservation to her phone.
The poor girl is nearly weeping with gratitude as she sneaks out of the room and he wonders if perhaps he and his family aren't a little prone to dramatics.
No.
That probably wasn't it.
A/N- Thanks for reading!