A/N: So, this was originally posted on AO3 (you can find it under the same name) and I decided to upload it here too. Hope you enjoy.
Control
Hayley set down the glass of scotch and traced her fingers over the canvass.
"I'm taking this with me," she announced to no one in particular.
"Ah, the brooding one, the one that reveals the depths of my "dark soul" ?" Klaus quipped, rolling his eyes. He was standing some feet away, arms folded, watching the little wolf carefully.
Hayley snorted. "You don't have a soul."
Klaus gritted his teeth impatiently. "You know, I've played this little charade long enough. I've been a perfect gentleman. It's your turn to tell me about Katarina."
"What, calling me a lady and treating me to some fancy food gets you off the hook for trying to kill Tyler?"
"No, but saving your life, sparing Tyler's and not killing you should be enough."
Hayley rolled her eyes.
"I suppose you have a point."
Klaus smiled invitingly. "Well, then, we're getting somewhere."
"But I can't really tell you anything," Hayley sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
Klaus' expression turned sour.
"Is this another game, love?"
"I wish. Katherine compelled me. She knew she couldn't trust me, so she swore me to secrecy, the vampire way."
"And you just let her do it?" Klaus spat in derision.
"Didn't have much of a choice. She's a 500-year old vampire."
"Well, sweetheart, I'm a 1000-year old vampire. Let's see if Katarina's little mind tricks stand against my brand of persuasion."
Hayley turned on him angrily.
"You don't understand. She compelled me to kill myself if anyone tries to get it out of me."
Klaus raised an eyebrow unfazed.
"If I get the information I need before you die, I'll call it a bargain."
Hayley chuckled bitterly. "You really are a jackass, through and through."
"I'm only doing what your friend, Katarina, has done to you and countless others."
"Do you think I'm happy with what she did to me? Do you think I don't want her to suffer? She lied to me."
Klaus shook his head, as if she were a lost cause.
"You made the mistake of trusting her in the first place, love. That's on you."
"And I'm already being punished," she retorted, incensed. "I don't need your condescension. I need your protection."
Klaus raised an eyebrow.
"And what makes you think you're worth protecting if you can't give anything in return?"
Hayley smiled.
"Katherine may have compelled me about her whereabouts. But she was sloppy about other things."
Klaus' eyes were lit with interest again.
"Well, well, little wolf, it seems I've underestimated you."
"Wouldn't be a first."
"Don't waste my patience this time."
"You think Katherine's a small fish, don't you? I mean you didn't care about her before. You obviously want to get to her because of Silas."
"And what would you know of Silas?"
"I know he's your real target right now. And I know how you can get to him."
"If you are referring to that idiotic necromancer -"
"Shane's dead. I know that much. I've worked with him in the past. I tend to keep tabs on people like that. But Bonnie Bennett isn't. In fact, she's right under your nose."
Klaus scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"What does that nasty little wench have to do with this?"
"Aren't you curious why Shane had her wrapped around his little finger?"
Klaus took another sip of his drink, trying to hide the unsettling feeling of having missed something.
"I believe she aided in raising Silas," he replied flatly.
"That's only half of it. She's a direct descendent of Qetsyiah. You know, Silas' partner in crime. Now that he's awakened, he's gonna want his sidekick back, if he hasn't reached her already."
Klaus mulled over her words for a period of time.
"Tyler told me she tried to kill you," Hayley continued, hoping to garner a reaction from him. "But then he told me she also saved you when you were diseccated. Kind of contradictory, don't you think?"
Klaus looked up, the full meaning of her words finally sinking in.
"Yes... the little witch did save me. She even preserved my body. I believe she angered the spirits when she brought me back. She needed me alive for the vampire line."
Hayley smirked. "Well, there's your upperhand."
Klaus smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You mean to tell me I could manipulate her against Silas?"
"It's worth a shot."
"It seems you're not worthless, after all, little wolf."
Bonnie was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling absently. She would have wanted to get up and do something, but she felt powerless, drained.
Elena had texted her half an hour ago.
Apparently, she was throwing a party.
In her experience, that meant bad news. Elena was probably not coping very well.
But Bonnie couldn't be bothered to care very much right now. Her mind was too full with everything else going on.
It was funny, Elena had switched off her humanity, but sometimes she felt she had done the same.
Except it was the other way around. In her case, she felt so much that she literally felt nothing. There was so much hate and anger and bitterness and pain, that she couldn't bring herself to feel any of them. Shane had sown the seeds of discontent, of doubt, of darkness. And Silas was now reaping the fruit.
Dark magic flowed through her veins freely, making her burn with anticipation for what was to come, what she would do with it.
She wanted to indulge in it, like last time, wanted to lose herself in it, wanted to make someone bend to her will.
She sighed, fluttering her eyelids shut.
She knew she couldn't. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't afford to become so unhinged that she forgot who she was. She was Bonnie Bennett. She was supposed to be the adult.
Why was everything always forbidden to her?
Why did Elena get to have fun?
Why did everyone get to let go, except her?
Would it be so terrible if she did that for one night?
She was almost tempted to summon Silas.
Halfway through that line of thinking, she heard a knock on her door.
Odd. She'd told Matt she was fine and she certainly didn't want any company now.
Dragging herself out of bed, she shuffled downstairs morosely.
Whoever it was, they'd better have a good reason for calling this late.
"You."
She gaped, her mouth flying open.
Klaus Mikaelson was standing on her porch. And he was grinning at her.
The world must have gone mad.
"Evening, love. All alone?"
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Just thought I'd drop by to see how the witch who foiled my plans is doing."
"Are you here to get even? Cuz I doubt you'll get to raise a single finger against me."
Klaus chuckled. "Because you will confine me to someone's living room again?"
"No, that's child's play. This time, I'll burn you alive."
Her voice was low and dangerous. She had bottled up a lot of frustration that had been given no outlet.
She almost wished he would try something, so she could use her dark magic on him and let it escape its bounds.
Klaus' smile widened.
"That's more like it."
"I'm not joking, Klaus."
"I'd never jest with you, Bonnie. Witches are not to be trifled with."
"They're quite deadly. The deadliest kind of creatures, actually," Klaus added, drinking her in. She had bed hair and she was wearing nothing but a long, oversized T-Shirt. Something about her was extremely inviting. He wondered he hadn't noticed before. "That's why I like them."
"You wouldn't like me."
"And why is that?"
"Because I wouldn't kill you. You'd want me to do it. That would be too easy."
Klaus raised an eyebrow, impressed.
"After everything you've done to me and the people I love, you don't deserve death."
Klaus took a step closer, his feet standing on the edge of her threshold.
"What do I deserve then, love?"
"Torture."
Something stirred deep within him at the sound of that word coming from her lips.
"And you'd be the one to do it?"
"No one else seems capable," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Klaus smirked.
"Oh, Bonnie, why did I not meet you under different circumstances? We would have got on splendidly."
"What do you want, Klaus?" she asked, stiffly. She did not like where this conversation was going.
"Just to show my appreciation. Lately, I've realized how dismally I've treated you. I never really got to show my gratitude."
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him.
His voice was too sweet, his smile too alluring.
"What brought on this sudden change?"
"Sudden change? Why, you insult me, love."
"I stand by it."
Klaus sighed dramatically.
"I suppose it was the funny realization, Bonnie, that the only creature in this miserable town who never betrayed me is you. My brothers, my sister, the Salvatores, your mortal friends... they have all, at one point, played me for a fool. Not you, though. You've always honoured our deals. For that, I respect you."
"I don't want your respect."
"No, but you have it, either way. I only want you to understand that I value what you have done for me."
"I did not do it for you."
"No, but you remained loyal, all throughout. Loyalty is a very rare flower."
Bonnie had nothing to say to that. She searched his eyes, trying to get at his true intentions, but she could not decipher their meaning.
"We are not so different, you and I. You know what it feels like to be betrayed, time and again. People like us always seem to be at disadvantage. We give too much and receive little."
Bonnie shook her head, stepping back.
"I am nothing like you."
"Aren't you? I've met witches like you. I've even met Bennett witches. None of them seem to possess your talent for magic. And it must frustrate you endlessly that someone as powerful as you must censor herself."
Bonnie's expression darkened with resentment. His words were beginning to affect her.
"Imagine my frustration before the curse was broken. I was a hybrid who could not take advantage of my true potential. Just like you."
Bonnie felt a shiver run down her spine at the memory.
"I would have killed you that night."
Klaus smirked. "If only my brother hadn't betrayed you. It all comes down to that, doesn't it, Bonnie?"
She stared into his eyes for what felt like an eternity.
"You know nothing about me," she spoke at length.
"Perhaps. But I know more about you than your friends, your family, Silas."
Her head snapped up in shock.
"What do you -"
He stepped back, suddenly, lifting his hands in a non-committal gesture.
"It's only a pity to see someone like you waste away in this sad little house, in this sad little town with these sad little people."
Silas isn't like that, she thought, remembering what he'd told her. We are the beginning.
As if reading her mind, Klaus added matter-of-factly,
"He's no different, whatever you tell yourself. He will use you and throw you away. Just like everyone else."
Bonnie glared at him. Her face betrayed the turmoil inside. Klaus knew his silver tongue had gotten to her.
"Leave."
"As you wish, love. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
After he left, she tried in vain to find her peace of mind again. She had been stirred out of her passivity. She could not remain unaffected.
Bonnie now almost missed that empty state she'd fallen into, that sweet absence.
She could not lie down. She could not think. She paced her room up and down, her mind ablaze.
She wanted to act. She wanted to hurt him, hurt him for saying all those things to her, for planting doubt.
She knew deep down that Silas was no good for her, but she had wanted, if only for a moment, to trick herself into thinking that someone actually wanted her for her, that someone looked at her with the same appreciation and adoration that the Salvatores looked at Elena.
She remembered Silas' promises.
We will go far away from this place. We will unlock the secrets of death together. We will raise the dead. We will punish the living. I will expand your magic. You will never be ruled again.
His eyes had always been cold, lifeless. But she had been their center. And she had felt powerful.
Now, though...
Nothing seemed to matter anymore, except release.
Release from the prison that was her mind.
Her phone suddenly buzzed. She had received a new message. It was from Matt.
Hey, Bon. Just checking in to see if you're okay again. Call me back.
She threw the phone away, annoyed. She knew Matt meant well. He was probably the only one who still cared about her. But he treated her as if she were a porcelain doll, fragile, breakable.
She didn't need to be checked on.
Hell, she didn't need anyone.
All she needed was to get out of this house.
He was in the middle of a new sketch when he felt her standing at the door. For a moment, he stood perfectly still, waiting to see what she would do.
A wide grin spread across his lips. She had stepped inside.
Her magic was reverberating against the walls, sending mixed signals. She was undecided, he could tell.
Maybe all she needed was a little push.
"Nice to see you've reconsidered," he whispered into her hair, his fingers leaving goosebumps on her arms.
She cursed under her breath. He had a way of sneaking up on people.
"Don't get any ideas. I only came to talk," she said, inching away from him. She wanted to put as much distance between them as possible. Not because she was afraid. But because she didn't trust herself at the moment.
Her reasons for coming were still a mystery, even to her.
"No."
She could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
"No what?"
"We are not talking."
Her throat had gone dry. He was staring at her a bit too intensely. She wasn't used to that king of hungry look. His eyes had turned into liquid amber.
"Then I'd better leave."
He grabbed her upper arm and yanked her towards him.
"Where exactly do you think you're going?"
"Don't make me zap you into the next century," she warned, glaring daggers at him.
"Nothing's stopping you, love. Do it, if you want me to let you go."
His fingers applied pressure to her skin. She almost yelped.
And yet, she remained still. Something inside her had frozen up. Her brain had stopped functioning. Everything was a fog. Maybe it was that ravenous look, pinning her down. Maybe it was his mouth, hovering over hers. Maybe it was the fact that Klaus was easy on the eyes. Maybe it was the feeling of freefall she was currently experiencing.
"You want to know what I think?" he asked huskily, his other hand traveling to the front of her shirt, reaching her neck, where his fingers settled against her jugular.
Her pulse had gone haywire.
"I think you want someone to zap you."
She wanted to shake her head, deny it, say anything that might stop this train wreck from happening.
Because it was a train wreck.
Jeremy had just died. She was supposed to grieve. She was supposed to hope that he would come back to her in the end, that they could go back to...back to what?
To what they had before?
Before he cheated on her with a ghost?
Gritting her teeth, she pushed her chin up and looked him straight in the eye.
"So zap me."
Next thing she knew, his mouth was on hers and he was attacking her, their teeth clashing, biting into her tongue viciously, tasting blood.
She responded with equal intensity, sending a jolt of magic through him as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him towards her.
His tongue sank into the folds of her mouth and he anticipated entering other folds, opening her completely.
As for Bonnie, her head was swimming. She hadn't properly kissed someone in ages. The thrill was intoxicating.
He tasted like death and poison.
He had already ripped the buttons of her front shirt and torn most of it off, when her fingers started tugging painfully and he had to pull back from the kiss.
That is when he felt the familiar dull sting in his brain. It began as a shudder and slowly turned into an earthquake.
She was giving him an aneurysm.
He snapped his eyes shut. His knees were buckling. Multiple aneurysms.
And then her hands landed on his chest and he was pushed with the strength of a hurricane, right against the wall, crashing into a table.
"You ruined my shirt." Her voice was low and almost petulant.
Klaus was just picking himself up from the floor, ready to show her who was going to be the alpha in this tryst, when he stopped, mesmerized at the sight of her slowly taking off her jeans. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, throwing him a careless look.
"You're going to pay for that."
Her jeans fell in a heap on the floor.
Klaus stood, transfixed. He couldn't predict her next move.
He didn't think anyone could surprise him anymore. Not after hundreds of women.
Bonnie stepped up to him with a foreign expression on her face.
Without waiting for his response, she slammed him back on the table with only one hand.
Klaus' eyes widened as he felt her dark magic skim the surface of his skin, like a sharp blade, making small incisions. Only, it did not hurt. The pain was not unbearable.
It was actually...
She hauled his shirt over his head and pressed her mouth to his torso, earning a sharp intake from Klaus. Her hair was tickling his skin. She had always secretly wanted to know what it would be like to bite into someone, like a vampire.
Her teeth grazed the tender surface before sinking in completely.
She was biting him. She was biting him hard. So hard, in fact, that she drew blood. The red drops trickled down her chin and she smirked at him, as if they were one and the same, as if she were the hybrid and he were the witch.
Her lips landed on his again, forcing him to taste his own blood. She was kissing him furiously, pounding into him with a desperate need.
He tried to lift himself up to gather her in his arms, but she pushed him back roughly and started unbuttoning his pants.
"A bit too eager, aren't you, love?"
"Who told you you could speak?"
Her eyes were now completely dark, her smirk twisted and unrecognizable. Dark magic was pulsing through her at high voltage.
Klaus growled, both aroused and frustrated by her domineering manner. He rarely let himself be controlled to this degree.
Grabbing her hips angrily, he tried to pull her down, but she wouldn't let him, seizing his hands and instead guiding them to her bra.
"Make yourself useful," she spat.
She was blocking everything out, every memory, every death, every sacrifice. She was here and now and all she cared about was the feeling of his hands on her breasts.
He started kneading them, feeling their weight in his palms, fascinated by the soft mewls she was making as she ground against him.
Her hair fell into his face. He saw an ocean of black engulfing him, suffocating him from within.
Maybe he should let her have this. Just this once.
Her victory over him.
But he couldn't give up control so easily. He needed to be in control. He couldn't have it any other way.
Twisting his head away from her locks he grabbed one of her nipples between his teeth and bit into it, letting his tongue swirl around it.
He was satisfied to hear her moan throatily as he tugged at it playfully.
He was about to move to the other one when she grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.
"Take everything off."
She had been struggling with his jeans and she was getting impatient.
Klaus grinned slyly and threaded his finger around her panties, pulling them down her thighs, excruciatingly slow.
Bonnie glared at him.
"Oh, you meant mine, sweetheart?"
Before she had time to react, one of his fingers was inside her.
She gasped from the contact.
No matter how bold she was acting at the moment, she knew she was still somewhat inexperienced. She had only slept with Jeremy a couple of times and he had been very straightforward and boyish about it.
Klaus wasn't straightforward or boyish by any means. Nor was he gentle.
He viciously started flicking his finger back and forth inside her, eliciting a powerful shudder.
Sometimes he went faster, other times extremely slow, not letting her adjust with a constant rhythm, not letting her get comfortable, keeping her on the edge as he watched her grind her whole body against his finger.
He grinned. This was real power. He didn't even need to be on top.
He added a second finger. Her head fell back in pleasure and pain.
Her own fingers wrenched the necklaces he wore around his neck and pulled them towards her until she broke one in half.
But he kept going at it, watching her intently.
The pressure building up in her belly was about to explode, when he suddenly withdrew his fingers and stopped completely.
She opened her eyes in disappointment.
"What are you doing?" she asked, caught off-guard.
"Taking back what is mine," he growled, flipping them over.
She fell back against the wood with a thud, as he positioned himself at her entrance, his clothes discarded on the floor.
She was already completely wet from his previous ministrations so he entered her quickly, pushing himself into her with such need as if all his life he had been deprived of this one thing, this one haven.
Her thighs instantly closed in around him, locking him inside her, dragging him further within. She was still tingling from his fingers, so she gave up on trying to control him and focused on her own pleasure instead.
Klaus' breath hitched as she moved her hips against him in such a way that would drive anyone with less self-control mad. She was incredibly tight, but fluid and flexible at the same time.
It was, oddly enough, a perfect fit.
But he didn't want this to be a perfect fit. And she did not want it either.
He started pounding into her mercilessly, enjoying the way her entire body shook with each thrust, as if she was about to fall apart.
If, before, she had tried to hold back her moans, she was downright screaming now.
But she wasn't calling his name.
He wrinkled his nose. He wanted to hear her call his name, over and over again. Nothing else would do.
Yanking her hair, he pulled her up with him and resting one palm one her thigh and the other on the table, he started kissing her neck, trying to find the right spot, the most sensitive spot he could rip into.
She tilted her head back, allowing his tongue to leave a cool trail down her burning skin, not guessing his true intentions.
Klaus paused briefly, taking a moment to drink her in.
Her skin was glowing from within, as if she were on fire. He wondered if she tasted like chocolate.
When he sank his teeth in, her world suddenly turned upside down.
She started screaming in pain, her magic pouring out of her like a torrent. She clawed at his back, her fingers digging into his shoulders, but she didn't push him away, almost as if she had decided to embrace the nightmare, no holding back.
Klaus knew that it only hurt in the beginning.
She tasted like honey and caramel and it made his head dizzy, even if he had barely whetted his appetite.
As the pain slowly subsided and a new feeling enveloped her, the exact opposite happened to him.
The dark magic traveled through her blood and made his whole body quake, his mouth becoming numb, his teeth sucking in a deadly poison.
But he wouldn't, he couldn't stop.
Both his hands now gripped her back and she held onto him just as tightly, letting him bleed her dry.
Their hips moved chaotically, desperately, as the blood flowed from one to another.
And when she came first around him, walls pulsating, squeezing him of all his strength, he felt the beginning of a new aneurysm, making his blood vessels pop with sweet release.
"Klaus!" she yelled almost against her will, threading her fingers through his hair. "Klaus!"
His name on her lips, calling him out with such raw force, undid him.
He removed his mouth from her neck and groaned gutturally into her shoulder as aneurysm and orgasm took over at the same time.
It was as if two parallel worlds were clashing; one made of light, the other born in darkness. But you never knew which was which.
Eventually, he found her mouth and he kissed her fully and deeply, blood and saliva mixing.
She kissed back hungrily, lapping all the blood, as they fell into a sweaty heap on the table.
Klaus' head landed in the hollow between her breasts. Her hands were still in his hair. They were both panting heavily.
They spent a full minute in this manner, trying to regain a sense of what had just happened.
They had both been through hell and back.
"You are quite something, love," Klaus murmured, lifting himself up. She lay underneath him, glowing even brighter, a shy, almost innocent smile on her lips.
For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
And then, quite abruptly,
"Bite me. Bite me again."
Klaus' mouth fell open. He recovered quickly, though.
A mad grin on his lips, he lowered himself and blew cool air on her stomach, making her insides churn with anticipation.
"And where should I bite you next, sweetheart?"
This time, his mouth hovered over her pelvic bone, setting her skin aflame.
"Anywhere. Everywhere," she let out throatily.
Klaus chuckled darkly. Witches were always deadly. Always.
"And Klaus?" she said, yanking him up by his hair.
"Don't call me sweetheart."