A/N: It's been a while. I hope you all are well, and still following this story.
Chapter 11
Excitement danced in his dark orbs, and the thought of his arousal disgusted her. The nerve of him… after all he put her thru? Not to mention breaking his promise, and taking a wife.
"Elijah!" Bonnie addressed him stoically as she righted herself.
"Ms. Bennett!" Elijah replied almost breathlessly. She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
He took her in from head to toe, and Bonnie shivered. She hated the way her body responded to him. She was melting from just a look. She remembered how much her body craved him, and she felt conflicted. How could she still want him after the hell he put her thru? How could she still love him? Not wanting to give her feelings another thought, Bonnie quickly excused herself.
She made it up to her room without further complications, and began pacing. Before she had time to settle into any malicious thoughts, there was a firm tapping at her door. With a flick of her wrist the door unlocked.
"Impressive." Klaus teased. "Your magic is already strong, and with your Birthday still a day away you have yet to receive your ancestral magic. From the moment we met, I knew you were special."
"Klaus." Bonnie whispered, relieved. She flung herself into his arms and let a few sobs escape.
Klaus rubbed her back soothingly. "Hush now darling. Elijah is not worth your tears."
Bonnie chuckled lightly, wiping away her tears with her shirt sleeve. "Why has fate tied me to the wrong brother?"
Klaus raised a brow. "Stop teasing love, my heart can't take it. Besides, I'm every bit the monster."
"I hate him." Bonnie pouted.
Klaus chuckled. "Don't waste your energy on such a meaningless emotion."
Klaus tapped her on the nose.
"You're a powerful witch, time to start acting like one."
A bright smile broke out across Bonnie's face. This was the first time anyone called her witch instead of 'witchling.' He bowed as a sign of respect. Then lifted her hand to his lips. Bonnie blushed furiously. Maybe in another life she could have been happy with Klaus. He understood her. They were kindred spirits, and he was able to lift her spirits in the manner of minutes.
On his way out of the room, Klaus playfully swatted Bonnie on her rear-end causing her to gasp.
"Your ass is thicker." He said with a flirty wink of the eye. "So is your tits."
Bonnie's mouth dropped open, but no words came out. She was speechless. Klaus was never this krass with her.
"Your thighs and hips are shapelier, and you move different." He added. "Makes me wonder what you've been doing while away from us?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Not what you're implying." She scolded. "I took up dancing."
"Dancing?" Klaus questioned.
"Not like that." Bonnie laughed. "Hip Hop, Ballet, Jazz… Dancing." Bonnie explained.
Klaus smiled. "Good, I'd hate to have to kill someone."
Bonnie raised her brow.
"Okay, I'd love to kill someone." Klaus joked. "You are stunning." He admitted. "Use that. Give Elijah hell." Klaus said before heading out the door.
"Why are we doing this?" Katherine whined while listening to Rebekah discuss the details of Bonnie's surprise party.
"Because Bonnie is family, and it's her eighteenth birthday." Rebekah said standing to her feet, readying herself for a fight.
"Calm down sister." Kol tried to intervene, but Katherine wouldn't back down. She also stood to her feet.
"Family?"
"Yes, Family." Rebekah stood toe to toe with Katherine. She'd been waiting for a reason to throttle the spoiled 'wife-for-hire.'
"Ladies!" Elijah quickly intervened, tone warning.
"Bekah, please continue." Elijah coaxed. He too wanted Bonnie's coming of age celebration to be special. Bonnie was precious to him, and he'd wronged her. He needed to try to make things right with her.
Katherine rolled her eyes. She hated witches. They were judgemental, prideful, and conniving. And there was something about this particular witch that grated her nerves. The Mikaelson's, all of them, seemed to dote on Bonnie. Katherine would have to put her in her place.
Stefan and Damon were tasked with chauffeuring Bonnie to Madame Noir's dress shop near Tulane. Stefan's midnight blue town car was idling out front awaiting Bonnie. Perched inside was Stefan, Damon, and Elena. Bonnie rolled her eyes when she stepped outside, and saw the trio. Damon was quick to exit the car to open her door.
"It's a little crowded in here." Bonnie sassed as she slid into the passenger seat next to Stefan.
"Play nice Bon." Stefan said. He scooped her up into a tight embrace. 'I've missed you."
Now it was Damon's turn to roll his eyes. This didn't go unnoticed by Elena.
As he started the car and headed down the driveway Stefan asked, "So what type of dress are you looking for Bon?"
Again Damon rolled his eyes. His brother was getting on his last nerve flirting with Bonnie.
"Something sexy… something that screams fuckable." Bonnie answered huskily. She was looking directly into Damon's aqua eyes thru the sunshade mirror.
Damon shifted in his seat. His pants were becoming increasingly tight in the groin area. Stefan glanced at his brother thru the rearview mirror, enjoying his brother's agitation. Elena placed a loving hand on his knee, and looked at him questioningly. She had never seen Damon fidget.
Stefan decided to goad his brother. "Need some help in the dressing room?"
Bonnie smiled brightly. "Absolutely." She was playing along, and enjoying every nuance of Damon's squirming.
"Elijah would kill you." Damon hissed under his breath to his brother forgetting that he wasn't the only supernatural in the car with impeccable auditory range.
Elena furrowed her brow. 'Why would Elijah care about who went into the dressing room with the young witch?' better yet 'why did Damon seem to care?' With that thought in mind, the brunette vampire looked up to scrutinize the Mikaelson's witch. 'She was cute, but not really covet worthy.' Elena thought. She saw no need to compete with the young witch. She and Damon had been together for three years, and he never once looked at another woman. Plus, from what Elena was told, Vampires didn't make a habit of bedding witches. They were considered peasants, ranked barely above humans who were used mostly for food. Elena herself was among the rare two percent allowed to be turned. Being the doppleganger of a half-century old vampire also worked in her favor. And after spending nearly four years as a vampire, she too was feeling superior. The Mikaelson's young witch had nothing on her.
Bonnie was in her room getting ready for the party when Elijah slithered in. She rolled her eyes. She knew he'd find his way to her quarters eventually. Although she was nervous about being alone with him, she didn't let it show on her face. Plus she was too elated about her coming of age celebration. She would be at full power come midnight. Nothing could break her spirits at this point, not even Elijah.
"I trust you'll behave tonight?" Elijah warned.
"Trust what you want Elijah!" Bonnie sassed. Elijah could piss her off in the matter of seconds. After all the broken promises, and broken trust, Bonnie was tired of putting up with his ill-treatment of her. She loved him with all her heart, but he chose to stomp on it.
Elijah's only response to her deliberate disrespect was a slightly arched brow on his ever stoic face.
"You're angry with me." He started. "And you have every right to be. What I did to you was barbaric. No one deserves that."
"Is that supposed to be an apology?" Bonnie snapped "I bled for four days Elijah." A tear escaped her eye, but she was quick to wipe it away. To her, tears were a sign of weakness. She didn't want to be weak anymore. "You hurt me Elijah. I trusted you, and you hurt me." She whispered.
Elijah was quick to embrace her. She allowed him to hold her . He kissed her several times atop her head before speaking again. "I'm sorry little witch. I allowed my anger to get the best of me. Please forgive me?"
Bonnie scoffed, and backed up several paces. "You got married." She said disgustedly. "You promised me you wouldn't do that. Why am I here Elijah?" Bonnie yelled, her anger getting the best of her.
"You are here because you belong to me little witch." And there it was, the cold hard truth. She was nothing more than property. "You are here because I want you here."
"Why?" Bonnie asked tiredly.
"I have gone without you for long enough. This is your home. You are where you belong."
Another tear slid down Bonnie's face. "Please Elijah, just let me go. I don't want to be here."
Elijah just turned on his heel to head for the door. "Be down at nine." Elijah spat before leaving the room. As the door clicked shut, Bonnie made a decision to follow Klaus' advice where Elijah was concerned. She was going to give him hell!
The party was in full swing, but Elijah couldn't seem to relax. Bonnie's words had stirred up a knot deep in the pit of his stomach. He would never let her go. The three years she spent without him was far too long. He only let her do that because he felt he owed her. He should have never taken his anger out on her body. She was a fragile little thing, and the night he spent punishing her so brutally was forever engraved into his memory. It was the only thing in life he regretted. Still, letting her go was out of the question. She was his, and that would never change.
He had a lot riding on this gathering. Yes, he wanted to make Bonnie's coming of age celebration memorable, but it was also a chance to congregate with all the supernatural heavy-hitters. Elijah was making a power play, and he needed them on his side to do it. At the last Founder's celebration Elijah name was thrown into the pot as a candidate for Sultan. A prestigious position, and the first the supernatural world has ever seen. Vampires wanted to preserve their place at the top of the food chain, establishing a monarchy was necessary. Elijah would stop at nothing to gain the title of Sultan. It is why he married Katherine. A wife from a lineage almost as old as his own would strengthen his standing with the voting committee. The election was only weeks away, and a party of this magnitude gave him one last chance to rub elbows with the voters. So far, they all seemed impressed. And if Bonnie was as powerful as she always smelled, she would be receiving a shitload of magic come midnight. That display alone should catapult him to frontrunner.
Bonnie descended the stairs at exactly nine p.m. She was wearing a virgin white grecian style gown. One shoulder was bare while the other was draped in a shimmery sheer fabric the danced down to her wrist. That same sheer fabric made up the entire right side of the dress allowing a sinful view of her form. The gown left just enough to the imagination because from where he stood, Elijah could tell that his taunting little witch forwent undergarments of any kind. He watched her drool worthy strut down the steps as the M.C. announced her. He offered his hand, and she dutifully curtsied before him before taking it.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, my witch!" Elijah introduced proudly, and the crowd went wild.
"Well played little witch." Elijah whispered in her ear sending unwanted chills down her spine.
"I aim to please." Bonnie mocked dryly.
"Behave!" Elijah warned one last time before releasing her to take up his spot next to his wife.
Bonnie smiled tightly before making her way over to the bar.
"Go easy tonight." The Klaus' voice came from behind her. "Come midnight you will be hopped up on magic. Alcohol won't mix well with that."
Bonnie nodded. She trusted Klaus, so she put her glass down.
"At least dance with me." She asked holding her hands out for him to take.
Klaus quickly obliged. Bonnie spent the rest of her night dancing with Kol, Klaus, and Stefan. She even managed to get a few in with Damon before his mousy girlfriend could no longer contain her jealousy. He took her home promising to return before midnight.
"Nothing but death could keep me from it." He proclaimed. Quoting one of their favorite movies.
Bonnie laughed. "I'll hold you to that blue eyes." Bonnie flirted openly. Oh he was definitely coming back because if he was reading Bonnie right, she was intent on dancing with the devil. And what better devil than he? If she wanted to tempt fate, so did he. If he were reading her right, he would finally have her this night. The reward far outweighed the repercussion. He would gladly endure a slow torturous death at the hands of Elijah if the payoff was Bonnie Bennett on her back with his dick buried so deep in her womb every egg she produced their after would have his name engraved on it.
A/N: Sorry to leave y'all hanging so long. I will do better.
Up next... Bonnie gets her magic, and a piece of Damon!