She had run to him. She couldn't explain why, much too afraid to examine her motives up close. She feared that if she looked at her feelings too closely she would find something that would hurt her more than she's ever hurt in her life. No. The reasons didn't matter because she was here and she wouldn't be turning back. Her lungs were full to bursting, her heart struggling to find a steady beat, her breath was fast and unsteady. She hurt. She was hurt and alone and so she had run to him uncertain of what it was that she needed from him only knowing that in a world that was no longer her own, he was the only thing that felt sane. And contradictorily, that in itself was the most insane.

"Who did this to you?"

Bonnie whirled around at the sound of his voice. She wrapped her arms around her shivering body and huddled in closer to herself. She wasn't afraid of him, she knew he would never hurt her, but there had been a thread of menace underneath his even tone.

"Klaus."

Bonnie sniveled like a weakling she couldn't afford to be. He didn't answer her and she hadn't expected him to. He had asked her a question and he would only ask once. Bonnie would be tempted not to answer had she not known that he would go on a blood rampage of anyone she had come into contact with over the last 24 hours. He scared her with how protective he was over her. There wasn't a romantic bone in Klaus' body, and she knew that if she so much as whispered a name, that person would be dead before sunrise. Not because of some romantic pretense of being her hero, but simply because Klaus didn't tolerate anyone hurting Bonnie. And yet here she was.

"I'm fine. Just a stupid argument that's got me all worked up. Not the end of the world, Klaus."

"You're crying."

"I greatly appreciate you pointing that out." Bonnie replied stiffly.

His laugh eased the tension she had been brutally aware of. No poor soul would be harmed on her behalf tonight.

"Your moods are very mercurial. Unpredictable."

Now Bonnie didn't answer. It was an old argument between them, he always got a laugh out of her ever changing moods, and she always got a kick out of how prickly he got when she threatened to leave. he would back off, and she would stay. Instead of engaging him, she turned her back to roam his room. She had only been in here once before, when he had first traded her over for Stefan he had taken her to his room. After that night she had never returned…

"You came here for a reason, Bonnie. Who hurt you?"

She knew when he used that tone he demanded an answer. Bonnie smiled for the first time all night. Oh how she loved testing him. It was almost worth it not to answer, but she had come here because she had needed him.

"I broke up with him."

Bonnie wasn't facing him, but she could feel Klaus tense. She wasn't sure what the confession meant, and she wasn't sure how she felt about any of it.

"Turn around and look at me."

She did. How could she not? Klaus took only a beat to look at her before he moved forward to stand in front of her. Taking her small face in his hands, he looked into her eyes for what felt like an eternity. Bonnie wished she knew what he searched for.

"And why did you come to me?"

Bonnie took a deep breath for courage. The truth was the hardest part of this story, "I need you to make me feel. To make me forget him."

"Say his name."

Bonnie's breath shuddered out. Rising on her tip toes to get closer to him, she wrapped her small hand around his wrist. Her fingers didn't quite wrap all the way around, but she held on tight.

"Jeremy" she said quietly. Lifting her chin, she refused to look away from him, "Jeremy." She repeated forcibly, almost like a dare.

He flashed a brief and true smile before he crushed his mouth to hers and made her forget…