Facades, watching Rebekah she wondered how many facades and walls she built to surround and protect herself. Bonnie was always extremely guarded, and she was only eighteen, she could only possibly imagine the lengths Rebekah went to conceal herself.

If she was wrapping herself up to conceal vulnerability, whatever happens to her has to go through all those extra layers. Would love ever reach were Bonnie truly lived?

A sudden feeling of remorse for the blonde filled her, Rebekah didn't have any friends, and if she did they didn't know her...only someone she created to take her place. Someone sculpted from ice.

Her hair was done in soft ringlets today, framing her features expertly. Eyeing her from a distance, Bonnie wouldn't have believed her to be different than any other teenage girl. Rebekah flirted heavily with a multitude of football players, other cheerleaders standing around her as if they unconsciously knew she was superior.

Focusing back on the book in her hands, Bonnie couldn't force herself to properly interpret the written word. Her eyes fell to the blank papers sprawled across the table, English homework, then anatomy, then history. Running her hands roughly through her hair, she felt it begin.

When a migraine struck, Bonnie was prisoner. Quite helpless in her cage of pain. It was always the same crushing pain that came on one side of her head. One eye would water at the painful side, and Bonnie was weak to react. The sheer amount of homework she had didn't help, but she had to, it was either this or lose the credit for her class.

Internally cursing herself for putting herself in a position that could readily cause her to lose credit for a class. Unfortunately the sheer multitude of days missed was not usually her fault.

Bonnie closed the book she was reading, gently placing it on the table. Elyon's pendant. It sounded to good to be true, unnatural and maybe even deadly. Yet something about it called to her. Leaning back into her chair she mentally berated herself for her own careless thoughts.

Bonnie couldn't help Rebekah. She just couldn't.

And then he entered, Bonnie sighed annoyed at his presence. Two originals in vicinity was not something she intentionally wished for. Licking her dry lips, she soothed down her hair. She hadn't realized she had done so, until she had removed her hands from her hair.

His dark hair was neatly styled, not a hair out of place. And with his sudden arrival the women of the grill all sat up straighter, trying to capture the originals attention. Lowering their shirts and batting their eyelashes.

He even affected the males, they all sat chest puffed out a weak attempt at competing with him.

Elijah's eyes almost instantly found her form, and his intense eyes raked over her body with something akin to desire.

She's extravagant.

Bonnie's eyes remained focused on the table, a book sitting beside her. Suddenly shutting her eyes she leaned into her chair. Bonnie always seemed to close her eyes, almost as if it hurt to look at everything.

Standing abruptly Bonnie quickly shoved her items into her backpack and sauntered over to Elijah, "What are you doing here?"

"I believe this is a public place, Ms. Bennett."

Rolling her dull green eyes she gripped his arm, instantly regretting the action as soon as her skin made contact with his.

Elijah's skin was cold, soothing to her warm skin that always seemed to vibrate with heat. The feel of him against her, caused series of tiny volcano eruptions of pleasure to dance upon her skin.

Ignoring the interesting feeling, she lead him outside into the alleyway besides the grill. Crossing her thin arms over her chest, she shifted uncomfortably under his stare.

"What do you know about Elyon's pendant?" The words were spoken in a hushed whisper and her voice careful.

"Why is this a topic of interest, Ms. Bennett?" Elijah questioned lowly.

"I read about it."

Elijah's stared at her for a moment, and she sincerely wondered if he could see through her lie.

"I know that statement is false, Ms. Bennett," An almost playful grin forming on his handsome face. Bonnie blushed, and then cursed herself for it, unhinged at the idea of being caught in her small lie.

"What does it matter?" Bonnie growled growing defensive.

"I did not perceive you to do something as obscene as lying," Elijah calmly asserted, looking out of place in the dark alley.

"You don't know me," Bonnie stated bluntly, her lips curved downwards.

"Perhaps," Elijah's dark eyes moved down her body. Examining every inch of her skin with a precision that left her slightly breathless. The feel of his eyes burning her in every which way, was intense.

"Eloyn's pendant? It was derived from ancient magic, unfortunately I only have a second hand perception of magic so I cannot provide you with a clear description of the importance of it, only That it is extremely valuable to witches and warlocks."

Bonnie frowned, scratching at the fabric of her jeans a nervous habit she had upheld since she was young. "Why, is it so important?" Rebekah had claimed it held power, if that was so, why would she offer it so freely?

Elijah raised an eyebrow, a daring look hovering in his orbs."Telling you could be considered betrayal to my very paranoid brother."

Bonnie sighed,"Betrayal knows my name."

Elijah stared at her silently,"I am sorry to hear that, Ms. Bennett."

"My name is Bonnie."

"And mine is Elijah."

Bonnie frowned,"I know your name."

"And I know yours, however you seem reluctant to use mine," Elijah said a small smirk painted on his lips.

"In the same way you're reluctant to use mine?" Bonnie responded dryly." And how am I in any way reluctant to say your name."

"Bonnie, you have never addressed me by my given name. Do you somehow find my name unseemly?"

"Not your name, just you and I have said your name..." Bonnie claimed, hesitating as she turned away," Elijah."

"Just tell me about the stupid necklace."

Elijah chuckled," And how would telling you gain me anything, Bonnie," he said her name tauntingly, and Bonnie wished he stuck with Ms. Bennett, because the silky tones of his voice enunciating her name had her hormones awakening.

"I'll do a spell for you."

"If I needed a spell well, I have many other witch acquaintances."

Bonnie dug her foot into the floor."Then what do you want from me?"

Elijah sped in front of her, Bonnie flinched at his sudden proximity. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. Bonnie presumed he must have been used to it, the sudden pause in a persons neutral expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a neutral gaze and a weak smile.

His lips pale and thin and his nose slender. A prominent jaw curved gracefully around and the strength of his neck showed in the twining cords of muscle that shaped his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen. He was an Adonis among men who paled in comparison.

His hand slid over the curve of her cheekbone delicately, illiciting a small sigh from Bonnie. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped at the sharpness of his gaze.

"I want nothing you aren't willing to offer freely."

Bonnie paused, unable to find the words to respond. His voice was husky in her ears, and she firmly resisted against shivering. "That isn't much."

Elijah grinned good naturedly," How about a hint then?"

"A hint, a hint as to what?"

"A hint to earning your forgiveness," Elijah said with the look of a determined warrior, combined with a gentleness she wouldn't have suspected from someone like him.

Gazing into his sepia eyes, that know took on a honey hue she answered languidly although her head raced with vigor, something she knew didn't go unnoticed by Elijah. "

"The jewelry does exactly what my dereast sister said it would."

"How-"

"I may not be as close to her as she is to Niklaus, but I understand her enough to know she offered it to you. Most likely to find Xavier, the man who gave it to her."