A/N: I am very intrigued by Bonnie, and Elijah. However pairing them is not the easiest thing. I hope you enjoy where I'm going with this.

Chapter 5

Klaus and Bonnie were word sparring over lunch when Rebekah and Kol walked in the room discussing their plans to attend a party that evening.

"Can I go?" Bonnie asked.

"Absolutely not," Was Rebekah's answer.

"Let her." Klaus cut in. "She never gets to do anything fun. She needs to be young, and free." Bonnie smiles.

"Have you gone mad?" Rebekah asked. "I'm not spending my evening babysitting Elijah's witchling."

"Have you ever partied with a witch?" Klaus asked. "Crazy lot they are, never a dull moment." He smirked devilishly at Bonnie then winked.

Bonnie smiled. "It's okay Rebekah, I understand wanting to be the center of attention. It's easier not having competition."

It was Rebekah's turn to smile. "Now I see why you like her Nik." Rebekah was impressed. No one ever called her on her shit before. Bonnie had the type of fire that Rebekah found herself relating to. "We will need to get our nails, and hair done. Be ready in ten minutes." She says leaving the room.

Bonnie looked at Klaus, and fed him one of his own smirks. Klaus laughed. He was truly impressed with the witch. He felt something close to pride swell up in him. But before he could say anything Kol interrupted.

"Aren't we all forgetting something? Elijah will not be pleased if we took Bonnie to a party."

"Elijah doesn't have to know." Bonnie says standing on her toes to plant a kiss on Kol's cheek.

Kol shook his head, and Klaus chuckled. "Scared of Elijah?" Klaus taunted.

"Yes… as we all should be. Klaus this is not funny. You know how Elijah can be?"

Bonnie raised a brow at that. She thought she had already seen Elijah at his worst when she came in drunk with Damon, so what was Kol alluding to? Bonnie dismissed the thought.

"You worry too much Kol." Bonnie says.

"Plus Elijah isn't set to return home until tomorrow." Klaus added.

Kol conceded. "Fine, but I refuse to take the blame for this."

Bonnie jumped up and down giddily.

After getting their hair and nails done, and bonding over some much needed girl talk; Bonnie and Rebekah met up with Kol at the party. Bonnie's eyes gleaming, Kol grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Rebekah giggled as she watched the pair happily dance their hearts out. She wasn't the only one watching. Seemingly all male eyes were on Bonnie, some female eyes too. Bonnie was smoking hot, and didn't even know it. She wore a boyfriend dress-shirt style mini dress that fell just below her upper thigh. It was white, and only buttoned in the middle leaving the perfect amount of cleavage exposed and a slit at the legs exposing more thighs. Her look was topped off with a gold chain link belt, gold strappy sandal wedges, and all gold accessories.

Thirty minutes of dancing had Bonnie exhausted, and extremely thirsty. She made her way over to the open bar while Kol and Rebekah took seats at one of the many tables. She ordered two cocktails. She downed one, and left the empty glass on the bar. She proceeded to walk towards the table Kol and Rebekah occupied while sipping on the other one. Before she even made it half way to the table, she ran into a hard body that was snatching the drink out of her hand.

"What do you think you're doing witchy.?"

She looked up and saw Damon crowding over her. Stefan was standing behind him.

"I'm having a drink. What does it look like I'm doing?" She answered bitterly.

Damon chuckled sarcastically. "You and I both know alcohol is not a friend of yours." He handed the drink to Stefan. "Why are you here anyway? Does Elijah know where you are? And why are you dressed like that? I could practically see your pu…"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence Damon Salvatore." She quickly cut him off. "I don't need your permission to drink." She snatched her drink out of Stefan's hand. "And I don't need Elijah's permission to have fun." She shoved past him purposely bumping his shoulder. "Now excuse me."

Damon shook his head, and Stefan furrowed his brow.

"We'll just keep a close eye on her." Stefan said.

"This will not end well." Damon added.

Bonnie made her way to their table, and sat next to Kol. As she finished her drink, a waitress came by offering her another. She happily accepted.

"Slow down there princess." Kol suggested.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. Before she could reply, a hand was in her face.

"Would you like to dance?" Voiced the owner of said hand.

"No!" Kol quickly responded for her protectively.

"Yes." Bonnie shot back, rolling her eyes at Kol. "I'd love to."

Bonnie looked up, and made eye contact with yet another beautiful man. Was every supernatural male in Mystic Falls drop dead gorgeous? She took the offered appendage, and instantly felt his aura 'Wolf'! She gulped and was whisked away onto the dance floor. The beautiful wolf spun her around so that her back was to his front, and he squeezed his arms around her waist tightly. They swayed to the beat of the music poetically. He nuzzled his chin into the crook of her neck, and whispered in her ear.

"I'm Mason by the way, Mason Lockwood."

"Bonnie." She replied.

"Bonnie? How appropriate… You're beautiful Bonnie." Mason said sliding his hands up and down her hips.

Bonnie giggled, and turned to face him. His hands slid around her upper waist then dangerously low down her backside. Intoxicated by his scent she leaned in closer to him. Her head came to rest on his rock hard chest, and her fingers danced around the nape of his neck.

"So tell me Bonnie, what's a beautiful young woman like you doing with a couple of originals?"

Bonnie stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. "I'm a witch." She giggled feeling just a little tipsy.

Mason raised a brow, shock written all over his face.

"Their witch?" He asked.

"Not exactly… I-I'm with Elijah"

"With?" Mason was intrigued. "You make it sound like you belong to him."

"She does." Kol interrupted from behind the pair. "And Elijah won't appreciate you touching what's his. Bonnie it's time to go. Rebekah is bringing the car around."

Bonnie frowns. She's having a good time. But reluctantly she detangles from Mason to take her leave. Mason grabs her hand.

"You don't have to leave sweetness. I could see you home."

Bonnie smiles ready to decline, but Kol has ripped her hand from Mason's and is in his face in seconds.

"Put your filthy paws on her again, and we won't have to wait for Elijah to rip your heart out. I'll gladly do that for him."

Their display of testosterone has caught the attention of everyone else in the room. A couple of vampires come to stand behind Kol while quite a few large wolves linger behind Mason. This is spiraling out of control quickly. Bonnie knows this. She places a comforting hand on Kol's shoulder.

"Thank you Mason, but I have a ride." She announces.

Mason recaptures her hand. "Are you sure about that beautiful? You don't have to leave if you don't want to."

Kol growls, but before he reacts, Damon approaches. He quickly snatches Bonnie out of Mason's grip, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist.

"She's sure." He leans down to whisper in her ear. "Let's go little witch."

The pair head towards the door, and Damon calls over his shoulder. "Stefan, Kol!"

As the trio make their exit, Mason yells out. "Nice meeting you Bonnie."

"Have you lost your mind?" Damon yells as the five supernaturals enter the Mikealson foyer. "Dancing with a wolf is the stupidest thing you could have done."

"Relax Damon she was just trying to have a little fun." Rebekah says.

"Fun?" He asked sarcastically. He crowded Bonnie's personal space. "You call having that dogs paws all over you fun?"

Stefan comes to stand between the two. "Look Bonnie, what Damon is trying to say is wolves can be unpredictable."

"Oh I beg to differ." Klaus cuts in, seemingly appearing from nowhere. All eyes cut to him. "What's going on here love?" That was directed to Bonnie.

"Someone asked me to dance. I accepted. It was no big deal."

"No big deal?" Damon scoffed.

"It was far from innocent Bonnie." Kol says. "He wanted her, and now she is on his radar." He says to Klaus.

Klaus surveys the eyes in the room, in deep thought. "I'll handle it" he says. "I know a thing or two about wolves." He chuckles, Bonnie does too.

Kol sighs his relief. "And perhaps we should keep this from Elijah."

"Keep what from Elijah?" As if summoned by the Gods of destruction, Elijah walks in waiting for an answer.

His eyes meet each individual's slowly. When his fall on Bonnie's, they freeze. Ever the stoic, expressionless vampire Elijah's left eye twitches. This isn't good, Bonnie knows this. She swallows hard. She instinctively stands up straighter tugging on her very short, very revealing dress. Elijah's eyes continue on their journey until meeting Klaus' gaze.

Klaus decides to be the voice of this suddenly quiet group. 'What are they, children, afraid of the punishment daddy came to dish out?' Klaus thinks to himself.

"We had a small run-in with a pack of wolves this evening. Stefan, Damon, and I can fill you in on it while Kol and Rebekah see Bonnie to bed?"

Elijah thinks it over momentarily before returning his gaze to Bonnie. He cracks his neck back and forth before speaking.

"Or I can see Bonnie to bed, and she can fill me in on it while the rest of you get lost." He says coldly, eyes never leaving Bonnie's.

Kol and Rebekah, not having to be told twice, make their exit. Stefan turns to make his until he notices his brother is not moving. Damon is uncomfortable leaving Bonnie to fend for herself considering the death glare Elijah is giving her. Stefan places a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder; still Damon's feet refuse to move. Bonnie slowly moves her gaze to meet Damon's. She nods timidly as if saying she would be fine. Although she is not so sure of this, neither is he. It does serve its intended purpose because Damon's feet slowly retreat.

Her eyes then shift to Klaus'. He has a look on his face that she cannot read. It's one she has never seen on his face before. But then he speaks.

"Maybe I should see Bonnie to bed, and you can pour yourself a drink. I will be back in a jiffy to fill you in."

He grabs her by the arm to make their exit, but Elijah has other plans. He snatches her out of Klaus' grip. Now she realizes what the look was… concern. Even Klaus was concerned for her. Now is a good time to panic. Her breathing becomes rapid, and her hands get sweaty.

"This doesn't concern you brother. This is between me, and my witchling." Elijah says.

Klaus' eyes meet hers one more time then he throws his hands up in surrender. He'll just have to keep his ears open. He refuses to let Elijah kill her. He's grown quite fond of the little witch after all.

Elijah glides up the stairs with ease. He has Bonnie in his grip like she weighs nothing. Bonnie holds her breath awaiting Elijah's wrath she knows is coming. He lets go of her as they enter their shared space. The door is kicked closed unceremoniously by Elijah foot. Bonnie takes those few seconds to put some space between them. Elijah's not having it. He clears the space between them while swiftly removing his pricey suit jacket. Bonnie gulps. She unconsciously backs up. He follows while rolling his sleeves up. He means business. She can see this. Her back hits the wall, and she is cowering beneath his icy gaze.

"What? No galling words from that sharp tongue of yours?" Elijah asked.

Before she could respond, his massive hand was wrapped tightly around her tiny throat, and her feet were leaving the floor causing her sandals to fly off. Her back met the hard surface of the expensive hand carved table with a loud thud.

"Tell me little one, what made you think it was okay to leave the house in finery so revealing?"

He pressed down a little harder causing her eyes to bug. She wasn't choking, but she was terrified. He could smell the fear pouring off of her, and he reveled in it.

"Did you think I would be okay with anyone else viewing your unclothed body?"

He loosened his grip slightly, and Bonnie shook her head. Elijah's hand that was unoccupied by her throat moved to unbutton the few buttons holding her dress together. He wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other gripped her hand. He stood her to her feet still wrapped in his embrace like they were dancing. He slid the drees off her shoulders then stroked them lovingly. He tapped her nose with his finger, and took a tiny step away from her giving her a false sense of security.

"Now tell me… How is it that you are the only one with the stench of wolf all over you?" He moved both hands to rest behind his back. "And don't leave out why I smell it most on your neck?"

Bonnie was exposed, figuratively and literally. She stood there clad in nothing but her white lace underwear searching her brain for a plausible explanation. And for the first time in her life, she was coming up short. She had nothing to say.

A/N: Elijah has many faces. Bonnie is going to have to get to know them all. This will be an interesting ride.

Also I just love Klaus in this story, and what's with Damon?

I'm not exactly sure how I want to explore Bamon in this story, But I do know it will play second fiddle to Bonlijah. This is a Bonlijah Fic!