"Elijah perhaps you should go," Bonnie said shyly, as she chewed on her lower lip. Lowering her head, she avoided his eyes afraid of what she might see.

"Why?" He asked gruffly, she could hear him move close to her and she hated her heart for fluttering."Because you seemed completely fine with my presence a moment before."

Bonnie suddenly felt annoyed. He couldn't be here. He was affecting her, he was making her feel things she couldn't control. She needed her control and Elijah didn't give her control. No he gave her feelings she couldn't lock away.

"Just leave, Elijah."

And he did.

Bonnie didn't see Elijah for another three days, by then Jeremy had already told everyone what she had done. And Bonnie was more than a little angry. It wasn't anyone's business, did she regret what she had done, not entirely.

Storming up the steps towards the Gilbert household she didn't bother to knock.

"Bonnie?" Elena said softly, standing up she moved to greet the witch, but Bonnie ignored her."I don't have time to deal with you, where is Jeremy?"

Elena sighed,"Is this about him finding out you had sex with Elijah? Bonnie you really hurt him and that's not okay. And out of everyone you choose Elijah, an original? Really Bonnie?"

By then Bonnie was ready to kill everyone who dared to face her. "Seriously Elena? He cheated on me, and we aren't even together. Secondly, you have no right to tell me anything about any relationship I choose to pursue considering you're worse than Katherine."

Elena batted her long eyelashes as tears filled her eyes. A wounded expression playing on her face. Bonnie resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"Wow Bonnie attacking your best friend?" Jeremy hissed from the top of the staircase his eyes filled with a burning hatred. Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but was cut off," Elijah's filthy blood whore, how poetic."

"Shut up," Bonnie said weakly.

"I can't believe how stupid you are. He's using you and you're letting him. You're not special enough for him to actually care about you, Bonnie. You're useful."

She couldn't breathe, the room was spinning and the tears wouldn't stop coming. The world felt black and white and her heart ached. Elena kept nodding her head in agreement, and nothing felt right anymore. Turning on her heel she ran. She just ran. The weather instantly began to storm, the type of rain that hurt once it hit your skin.

Yet she kept running. Slipping on a slick rock, her skin was sliced open and a large cut covered in dirt and blood resided on her shin. Standing up shakily, she kept walking forward until she physically couldn't. Laying against the base of a tree she allowed it to support her.

Useful.

Closing her eyes as the sobs racked her body. Just useful and nothing more.

Opening her eyes she didn't know what to feel when he stood there. He just watched, no sympathy present on his face. She didn't want to deal with the intensity of this depressive mood swing.

"What Klaus? Are you here to kill me?" Death wasn't exactly appealing to her, but at this moment it wasn't something she'd fight.

He stayed silent for a moment, watching her like one would watch an experiment of some sort.

"Kill you? What a complete waste of time that would be. Letting the only person who has gotten so close to killing me die such a simple death."

"You sound like you actually like the fact I almost killed you," Bonnie responded sourly.

He smirked, the movement natural on his face.

His eyes rolled over her tear stained face,"How pitful. The only person who's had enough power to end me for certain crying over a teenage boys words."

Bonnie glared,"You know nothing."

"I know enough," he countered.

Bonnie sighed, feeling weak."Klaus I don't have time for this-"

"You have plenty of time, it's not like anyone's waiting for you to go home, not unless they need a spell."

The weight of his words rested over her chest. She felt sick, the man, supposedly her enemy was taunting her about being alone.

"And what do you have? Siblings that plot your death at every turn?" She said angrily.

Something in his eyes had changed, a murderous spark resting in his orbs. Bonnie resisted the urge to cry out when her body was slammed into the hard bark of a tree. His hand wrapped firmly around her neck.

"Watch the way you speak to me little flame," Klaus claimed, his face closer to hers. She could smell his strong overpowering scent.

Bonnie laughed, a strangled laugh,"You don't intimidate me Klaus." Which was in fact a complete and utter lie, he intimidated her. But not in the same way a normal enemy should have.

Klaus cocked his head, moving closer pressing his hard body to hers."Why aren't you fearful of me?"

Bonnie stared straight into his eyes,"What's the worst you can do Klaus? Kill me...go ahead, I'm not scared of death. Torture me? That's not scary either. I know I can take pain...Threaten me? Please those don't scare me anymore."

Klaus grinned saucily, his hand dropping to her waist moving under her shirt fluidly pressed against her abdomen. Uneasiness swarmed Bonnie's chest, her lips pursed tightly her jaw tightening.

"What are you doing?" Her heart thudded and she hated herself for sounding as panicked as she did.

Klaus brought his lips to her ear, she could feel his breath tickling her skin."You're a strong women, little flame...but everyone is afraid of something."

"Even you?"

He didn't answer her question, instead drawing with his fingers designs that laid a trail of fire upon her bronzed skin. His tongue darting out of his mouth and slowly running over his plump lips seductively.

"You're afraid-" he paused his lips placing a tended kiss beneath her ear."Of affection. When I slammed you into a tree your heart remained even in pace, the second I touch you. Feel you...your heart pounds rapidly, like a hummingbird. The sound is actually quite endearing."

Bonnie swallowed, wanting to push him away."So what are you going to do? Hug me to death?"

"Let's replace that hug with a fuck," Klaus said his blue eyes focused completely on hers. She wanted to look away, but that would've made her look weak. And that's the last thing she wants to be in front of him.

"Let's not," Bonnie responded sharply.

"It gets better, eventually words will not mean anything." Klaus spoke again, a certain seriousness overlapping in his words. Contrasting his actions that sustained of playful touches and light squeezes.

"People always tell me time makes everything all sunshine and rainbows. But nobody tells me what I'm supposed to do now when it hurts the most. Right now I can't sleep, right now I can't eat, right now all I seem to do is cry, right now I still here his voice saying I'm only useful and nothing more."

Klaus didn't say anything in response. Instead he sat next to Bonnie, throwing his arm around her shoulder. "You let yourself be only useful to them."

"I know. I just want to be happy...or not like this."

"You don't ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy, little flame. Happiness is no longer the point; it's all about survival. It's all about weather you pull the knife out and bleed to death or leave it in and survive," Klaus claimed, his blue eyes reminding her of uncontrolled waters.

"Leaving the knife in hurts."

Klaus smirked widely," All the best things do."

"Survival is one of the best?" Bonnie inquired her vision blurred from her tears.

"Of course it is. Who wants to die? You see that tree over there...look at it tirelessly providing oxyegen so you could breathe and struggling to reach the light it needs in order to survive." Klaus pointed at the tress straight across from them. His lips dangerously close to her ear. His breath hot on her wet skin.

"What about suicide?" Bonnie countered, leaning forward she gasped at close he actually was to her. And she realized, for the first time since she'd met him, Klaus was a very handsome man.

"Suicide happens after someone tries to live too long with the knife in their stomach."

Bonnie stood up, brushing the dirt off her jeans." You're actually pretty smart."

Klaus's frowned his arms crossing over his chest," I am probably the most intelligent man you've ever had the pleasure of conversing with." His ego peeking through the layers he crafted quite firmly.

He had seen all the horrors humanity had offered and adapted accordingly so. Bonnie felt sick to her stomach. There was no way she actually understand someone as monstrous as him. Was he even monstrous or was it just his actions?

"So what do I do now?"

"Survive, and give them hell."

Bonnie sighed,"Where do I even start?"

Klaus tugged her body to his,"I have so much to teach you, little flame."