Staring at her reflection with vacant eyes, she chewed relentlessly on her bottom lip. Meeting Elijah wasn't something she initially planned, but everything she had originally planned flew off the handle the second she saw Elena earlier today. Her head fell back as she eyed her ceiling, why couldn't everything be completely simple? Bonnie remembered when she used to long for some kind of action in her small town, now all she wished for was peace and quiet.

Bonnie glanced at the letter that sat so neatly on her desk. Picking up the thick expensive paper, her eyes traveled over the words written in beautiful calligraphy. The words warmed her, an inexplicable feeling sprouting in her chest, even though she firmly warned herself against it. Why did Elijah Mikaelson have to be the one to write it?

Bonnie was unable to explain her feelings concerning one Elijah Mikaelson, did that however make them any less valid? That feeling of walking down the stairs, but missing one single step and your stomach lurches. And everything moves to quickly and to slow, it's like that but much longer.

She dressed and then undressed and dressed again. And when she finally made it out the door, she turned on her heel and sat right back down on her crème colored couch. Cradling her face in her hands, as Bonnie silently argued with herself.

He doesn't deserve forgiveness, He betrayed you

Betrayal implies trust, did you ever trust him?

Going to meet him contradicts everything you feel, everything you know.

If that was true why was she still debating? Rolling her eyes, she climbs back up the stairs, removes the clothes she had chosen so carefully, and stands in front of her small vanity. Bonnie's small hand soothed over the curve of her prominent cheek bone, examining herself at different angles and signing nothing visually changed. The same old boring Bonnie.

She couldn't, wouldn't make her forgiveness something easily attainable. Especially to an original. He killed, he's done horrible things. So why didn't that scare her as much as it intrigued her?

Bonnie wouldn't call him a monster, the word had lost it's meaning in this small town. Monster was supposed to be an insult, a monster something greatly feared. Except monsters didn't always scare her.

She would not meet Elijah. With her sudden moments of relief by finding her inner answer, was almost instantly disrupted by Elena's doe eyes catapulting their way front and center, just how Elena preferred it. Bonnie thinks in the end, if Elijah hadn't said anything, she would have stayed by her side. Maybe out of obligation or maybe comfort.

Bonnie couldn't blame Elena entirely. When you out someone before yourself, you teach them you come second. She just so happened to teach Elena a little too well. Swallowing thickly, she could feel the dark haze slanting her vision.

When she was first diagnosed she didn't want to believe it.

Bonnie Bennett couldn't have possibly been depressed, sure she was sad a relatively large portion of the time, and some days she couldn't escape the sadness but that didn't mean she was depressed. That is until her curiosity got the better of her.

She remembered clearly, when she read the list of depressed symptoms and the coincidences were too coincidental to ignore, and everything seemed to fall down on her. Especially when she realized it wasn't a sudden thing she had it long before supernatural invaded her life. Looking back at her diary Bonnie realized, if anyone else had read that, they would have been in tears. No amount of sleep would ever curve the tiredness she felt.

Climbing into her bed, she wished the blankets would just swallow her whole.

Sniffing Bonnie curls into herself, her knees close to her chest. She smelled of earth and herbs, and that for some reason made her thoughts turn even darker. Closing her eyes, she wished she had someone. Not even in a romantic sense, although that sounded heavenly, she just wanted someone to confide in.

Like in the movies, despite everything in the end they always have someone. Where was her someone?

Lifting her head she noticed the feather on her window seal. Feathers appear when angels are near. Bonnie could certainly use an angel. Blinking rapidly, she stood on shaky legs and edged closer to the window seal. Opening the window, wincing at the ear splitting shierk the movement caused, she picked the feather up.

Her rational mind alerted her to the amount of pathogens crawling about, and if she tried hard enough she could almost imagine them covering her fingers. Staring at the feather with hooded eyes, her chest deflated."A black wing? An evil angel? Just my luck."

"I was not aware you believed in such myths, Ms. Bennett," The suave voice caused her to drop the feather, her small shoulders tensed. He was no Angel, but he wasn't a demon either, for his halo and horns were interchangeable.

"How did you get in?" Bonnie hissed through gritted teeth, the amusement dancing in his somewhat spectacular orbs infuriating to the young witch.

"I'm afraid I don't comprehend the question. The answer is so simple, I thought it to be fairly obvious, I simply walked through a door."

"I'm asking," Bonnie seethed, her every syllable dripping with aggression and fearsome rage,"How did you get in at all? You haven't been invited."

Elijah's face was a mask of seriousness however if you looked close enough, you could see the secret smile hidden. He took a step forward and she took matching ones back, suddenly feeling small and powerless."I have my ways."

Bonnie rolled her eyes,"Way to adhere to vampire protocol, you seem to have creepy and the vague part all mastered. What's next standing over me while I sleep?"

"Due to your clear objection to me, I would not invade your privacy by watching you in such a vulnerable state," The words flowed easily from his mouth, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. He would preferred she invited him to see her vulnerable.

Bonnie squirmed at his words, she was in no way vulnerable, she was strong. Glaring sharplyat the impeccably dressed vampire, she begin to question him in a clipped tone,"Why are you here?"

Elijah's head dropped, before he raised it once more, the small smile in his eyes exposing a secret she itched to know. He took a step closer, and she could clearly hear the sound of his footstep, as her wooden floors creaked beneath his weight. Bonnie was paralyzed, his eyes pinned her and kept her in place.

"I thought I explained quite accurately in the letter I left for you," his voice was the perfect mix of roughness and silver.

Bonnie eyebrows furrowed in confusion,"What-"

"I did write that even if you did not choose to meet me, I would still find a way to make amends."

"You're lying."

Elijah raised an eyebrow,"Am I now?"

"Yes," she replied firmly. Her eyes searched him extensively, looking for anything, anything that could point her in the direction of his thoughts. But that's the thing about Elijah, he had the ability to seemingly disconnect himself from everything, with the exception of his family.

"Then why am I here?"

The question fazed her, she tried hiding it, but she knew Elijah saw it.

"To play a game, to use me, to control me...to kill me," Her voice softened at the end of her words whereas her glare darkened.

"A game? I've always found games quite enjoyable ever since I was a child. Although a very impressive guess you are incorrect, I am not Niklaus. To use you? For what, Ms. Bennett. You're magic? Magic is vast, if I desired I could find a witch with much more experience and control than you. To control you? Make you mine. Perhaps," Elijah said calmly and orderly. His dark eyes holding a glint that made her stomach clench with pleasure.

"You haven't denied possibly trying to kill me," Bonnie said, squaring her shoulders to feel stronger than she felt.

Elijah grinned wickedly,"No Ms. Bennett, death isn't for someone as lively as you." Bonnie remembered the first time she had ever heard him speak and thought of a sex god. Of course she'd never heard a sex god speak so she couldn't exactly attest to that.

"What do you want Elijah?"

"You're forgiveness."

"Why? You'd be fine without it, most everyone is."

He took another step forward, invading her personal space. The shorts she wore suddenly felt too short and her tank top too tight. So many details of his face coming into focus, the shape of his lips, the line of his neck.

"Because your forgiveness means something. It's not easily granted, it's challenging and tremendous," Elijah answered calmly adjusting his suit jacket.

Chuckling darkly she dug her nails into the sensitive skin of her palm."Tough luck, Elijah. No one is required to forgive you when you fuck up. Especially not me, after everything you and you're family has done to me...you deserve nothing. "

Elijah bothered her. The fact that nothing seemed to bother him, or even intimidate him, taunted her as well. He tilted his head, watching her intensely. In a way that made her skin squirm and her heart race.

"You certainly are correct Ms. Bennett, I have committed many errors in my day. But then again haven't we all?" He admitted with a slight smile. He turned away from her, in the only thing she saw was a blur of color and then the sudden lack of his presence. Her window wide open, and the soft breeze toussled her dark tresses, she was alone once again. And somehow that felt worse than being in his presence.