A/N: Thank you all for the continued support of this story. I know Bonnie and Elijah is an odd pairing but I find them fascinating.

I am a little surprised at how people are responding to Bonnie. Keep in mind that Bonnie is young, and she really had no say in her coupling with Elijah. The two of them have a bumpy road ahead. They will get there though. Happy Reading!

Chapter 7

Bonnie stood like a mannequin as several of Elijah's stylist' dressed her for the Mikealson's annual charity ball. She rolled her eyes a few times, but held her tongue as the incredibly beautiful woman made a fuss about making sure her appearance held up to Elijah's standards. Elijah always seemed to surround himself with beautiful woman. His personal staff was about 80% women, each one more gorgeous than the next. Every time she thought about that fact, Bonnie cringed inwardly. Elijah's playboy persona was sickening especially considering he ended nearly every night balls deep inside of her.

The dress was breathtaking and handpicked by Elijah. The crisp white color was no doubt purposefully chosen to make her appear virtuous, can't have the influential towns folk of Mystic Falls knowing he shares a bedroom with his young witchling. Frolicking with witches is one thing, but coupling with one is another especially one with Bonnie's hue. 'Why am I attending this thing again?' Bonnie thought then quickly remembered it was required of her. Elijah would have it no other way.

By the time Bonnie descended the grand staircase, the party was in full swing. She took a deep breath then locked eyes with Elijah who seemed to be enraptured by her, but made no move to approach or greet her in any way. The beautiful witch's face remained serene, but her heart plummeted. Once again Elijah managed to make her feel insignificant without uttering a single word. For a monstrous vampire who'd kill without thought, Elijah sure did seem to care a whole hell of a lot about what people thought of him. Klaus however, did not which is why he strolled over to her shamelessly offering her his hand. The young witch smiled, and accepted the outstretched limb. When her hand met his, Klaus spun Bonnie toward him and dipped her causing her hair to sweep the floor. Bonnie giggled. Elijah however wasn't amused so he growled lowly. Bonnie gulped, and immediately righted herself while trying to put distance between their bodies. Klaus sensed what she was doing, and held her tighter to him.

"Don't worry love. I'm not afraid of Elijah." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Nor should you be."

Bonnie nodded, but still couldn't help feeling concerned. The fact of the matter was she is afraid of Elijah. He terrifies her. Bonnie was no fool. She saw on more than one occasion what Elijah was capable of where she is concerned. But for tonight she would indulge Klaus. Elijah chose to ignore her while Klaus was standing before her proudly willing to stroke her fractured ego.

"Shall we dance darling?" Klaus cut into her thoughts.

"We shall." Bonnie curtsied causing Klaus to smirk at his seething brother.

Bonnie and Klaus whirl around the dance floor uncaringly. They ignore the glares of Elijah, and the whispers of his guest. Instead they simply enjoy being in each other's company. Kol and Rebekah watch on amusingly from across the room. These fundraisers are usually so boring, but watching Elijah squirm has turned out to be the biggest form of entertainment one could offer. After several twirls around the dance floor, Klaus bows to Bonnie gracefully causing her to giggle. He excuses himself telling her he has business to attend to. Bonnie is sad to see him go, but she is thankful for the time he spends with her. She tells him such before he gently kisses the back of her hand and takes his leave.

Bonnie is left standing in the middle of the dance floor alone. Suddenly feeling extremely lonely and exposed, Bonnie saunters off to a coroner were she politely decorates the wall. While shyly scanning the room she takes notice of the stunning blonde hanging proudly from Elijah's arm. Bonnie watches disgustedly as Elijah introduces her to the hierarchy of Mystic Falls. His hand is on her lower back, and he occasionally leans into her to whisper in her ear causing her to giggle. The public display of affection is too much. Just as she thinks she can't take anymore, the happy couple approaches her. Bonnie resists the urge to vomit as Elijah speaks.

"Bonnie I'd like you to meet a close friend of mine."

Bonnie eyes Elijah expressionless face wishing she could smack him across it. Instead she remains respectful, and plants the fakest smile she could muster on her face.

"This is Victoria… Vicky this is Bonnie. She is our family's witch."

Bonnie rolls her eyes at Elijah's half-truth. The blonde raises a brow clearly amused. She witnessed Bonnie and Klaus' display on the dance floor, and assumes Bonnie is more than just the family witch.

"Witch?" She says like the term leaves a bad taste in her mouth. "She looks far too young to be a witch. Klaus should come up with a better cover story for his bed-warmers."

Bonnie is seconds away from exploding. She ignores the menace dancing around in Elijah's eyes as she takes a step closer to the busty blonde. The ladies stand toe to toe as Bonnie speaks, voice dripping with aggression.

"I assure you I only warm one bed in this house and it does not belong to Klaus."

She smirks as she shifts her eyes to Elijah. "And I have yet to hear a complaint about my services."

The innuendo is not missed by Vicky. She is quick to respond. "You will respect me little girl. And it will serve you well to remember when a woman acts like a whore; she will be treated as one."

"Yeah well you would know." Bonnie says before Elijah cuts her off.

"That's enough Bonnie. You will hold your tongue."

Bonnie stepped back recognizing Elijah icy tone as a threat. She dropped her eyes to her shoes refusing to meet his gaze.

"Perhaps your…" Victoria searched for the proper word. "Witch needs to be put in her place. We wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about your…" She searched her brain for the proper word again. "Arrangement!" She finally settles on.

Elijah clears his throat. "Of course." He mumbles before escorting Vicky in the directions of a group of his colleagues.

Bonnie waits for the duo to disappear into the crowd before fleeing to the garden on the outskirt of the property. She is slightly bent over dry heaving when she feels a hand on her shoulder. When she turns around she is greeted by the concerned cobalt eyes of Damon Salvatore. No words are exchanged he simply envelopes her in his arms. Bonnie silently cries into his lapel.

"He's not worth your tears witchy."

Bonnie sniffles before locking eyes with him. "I'm so sick of him Damon. I'm sick of all of this. I didn't ask for this. He just keeps taking from me. He takes, and gives me nothing in return." She stepped out of his embrace but continued talking. "He took me from my home, my friends, and my family. He took my choice away Damon, my virginity. I can never get that back. And now he is trying to take away my dignity. I have nothing." Bonnie continued to cry.

Damon was taken aback. He had no idea what Bonnie's story was, or how she came to be with Elijah. He ignored the anger rising up in his tummy like bile, and the overwhelming desire to rip Elijah head off. Instead he decided to be the shoulder Bonnie needed to cry on.

"You still have me little witch, and I promise you I'm going nowhere."

Bonnie smiled thru her tears, and returned to the safety and warmth of his arms.

"I wish it could have been you." Bonnie whispered.

She didn't need to clarify. He knew she was referring to her chastity.

He held her tighter. "You and me both Bon-Bon," was his reply.

Bonnie's smile spread the entire length of her face.

Bonnie spent the following three days in her room alone, sulking. Elijah left the ball, and has yet to return. He told her he was going away on business. Bonnie took that to mean he was spending time with Victoria. When Elijah returned home he was surprised to see Bonnie in the bedroom at three in the afternoon. She was usually out of the house before noon, and didn't return until just before dinner. He had no idea what she did all day, but he did know she spent her free time away from the mansion. He stood behind her as she sat at the desk reading a book, doing her best to ignore him. His hands slid around her body to grope her breast. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"What do you want Elijah?"

"You." He answers seductively while taking the book out of her hand and spinning her chair around to face him. He leaned closer so his nose was practically touching hers. "Now!" He adds.

Bonnie leaned her head back as if she was disgusted by their nearness.

"What the fuck do you want from Elijah?" Elijah actually arches a brow, clearly amused by her crassness. "Should I just lie on my back, spread my legs, and pretend that you don't treat me like the scum on the bottom of your shoe? I won't Elijah. You can't have her, and keep fucking me too."

All amusement instantly left his face, anger quickly rising to the surface.

"Perhaps Victoria was right; you don't know your place."

Bonnie's hand shot out from her side, and smacked him across the face hard surprising them both. The thunderous sound echoed throughout the room. Elijah gripped the wrist of the same hand she slapped him with, and lifted her entire body off the floor. He threw her clear across the room onto the bed. The landing took the breath out of her. Before she had the chance to recover, Elijah was hoovering over her, knees straddling her tiny frame. He hiked her skirt up, and shredded her lace panty's brutally.

Bonnie whimpered, "No Elijah…Stop!"

Elijah aggressively freed his manhood from his pants. Bonnie widened her eyes, fear seeping thru. She was full out crying now. "Elijah please don't… I don't want this."

Elijah halted his movement at the sound of her sobs. He took notice of her tear stained cheeks, and slammed his fist down next to her head. He was angry, but not at her. He was angry at himself for what he was about to do. He was angrier for caring that she was crying.

Bonnie screamed when his fist came flying toward her face. Her hands instinctively shot up to protectively block her head. She took notice that no blow came, and lowered her arms. She met Elijah gaze, and held it for several seconds before he aggressively stood to his feet. He adjusted his clothes while stalking toward the door. Before walking out and slamming it he yelled over his shoulder.

"We're having dinner out tonight. Be ready by six."

When the door finally slammed shut, Bonnie fell to her pillow and cried herself to sleep.

Elijah angrily took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the bottom Klaus was standing there with a smirk on his face.

"Are you trying to break her?"

"Of course not," Elijah spat.

"Good," Klaus says. "Because I happen to like her the way she is. That fire inside of her is intoxicating."

"Stay away from my witch Klaus."

Klaus chuckled. "I am the least of your worries brother. Bonnie is a Goddess. The magic inside of her oozes from her pores. Every supernatural male in Mystic Falls is just waiting to serve at her feet. Don't make it easy for them."

"Duly noted" Elijah says with a small nod letting Klaus know that he understood him perfectly.

Now heeding that warning was something entirely different. Elijah was well aware of the effect Bonnie had on men especially the supernatural ones of Mystic Falls, even if she wasn't aware. But he'd be damned if he let anyone have her. He would slaughter everyone in Mystic Falls if he had to. Bonnie Bennett belonged to him, and he would never let her go.

A/N: I just want to point out that just because Bonnie is attracted to Elijah, and her body responds to his touch, that does not mean that she chose to be with him. He bought her, she is property were he is concerned, Bonnie will fight that theory every step of the way though. If she has to be with him, she wants all of him. She is craving his love and affection and respect.

Will Elijah oblige? Will Elijah listen to Klaus? We will find out next, and Mason returns.