A/N: new chapter everyone :) Can't believe this story is getting so much love, thank you! I'm so grateful for all the amazing reviews and support, from both users and anonymous guests (brittany and the three Guests who pointed out such lovely things), you're all wonderful!
The plan is to make this multi-chaptered, because I've got a crazy amount of ideas. Hope it works out.
I should tell you this is gonna be slightly AU. I mean it won't follow the show very well.
Tell me what you like and don't like so far :)
PS: I've been listening to Radioactive from Imagine Dragons on repeat, so that's at least partly responsible for this chapter.
"That third massacre," Klaus spoke as he poured her a steaming cup of coffee, "who do you think Silas has in mind?"
Bonnie sat on a high stool in the cozy kitchen. She'd never pictured such a room in the giant mansion. But here it was, like everything else about this encounter, surprising and unexplainable.
The light coming through the small windows was grey. It was close to dawn.
She almost blushed, realizing she'd spent an entire night frolicking with a vampire.
What would her mother say?
Wait a second. Her mother.
"Witches," she blurted out.
Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Witches?"
Another wave of memories Silas had made her repress came flooding back in her head.
"I heard Sha - Silas talking to my dad about mom. Apparently, he "needs her help with my new-found powers". But he's luring her back here for something else, obviously."
Klaus smirked.
"And of course, your mother will enlist the help of other witches - twelve, or more. It will be enough. I must admit, the man has flair."
Bonnie shuddered, bringing the cup to her lips.
"He does not like to get his hands dirty. He used the pastor, then me, now you. He is a skilled manipulator," he added, watching her lips move against the brim.
A frightening realization dawned on her. "He's moving from one supernatural creature to another. First it was just humans, then hybrids, which are both vampire and werewolf, and now witches."
Klaus' smile widened.
"Glad to see you're finally awake, Bonnie."
She scrunched her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
"Your head is clear."
She snorted. "You're taking credit for that?"
"I dispelled his compulsion. I deserve some form of reward."
Bonnie shook her head, fidgeting with the blue cordon of the bathrobe he had lent her. "I already gave you way too much. I mean, do you think this is my usual routine?"
"Well, maybe it should be."
His devilish grin made her heart flutter. She cursed under her breath.
"Stop it. You know what I mean. I'm me and you're...Klaus. My job is to protect this town and the people in it and you're the bad guy who ruined our lives. You see the dissonance?"
"Come now, darling, you can't ruin what was already in shambles."
She gasped in shock.
"Don't look so surprised. Don't tell me you were much of anything before I showed up."
Bonnie got up angrily and slammed the cup on the table.
"You have some nerve."
"I have all the nerve. Everyone around you is cushioning the blows. Well, I'm not."
Bonnie scowled. "How big of you."
Before he had time to reply, she turned around and started walking. "I'm leaving. I shouldn't even be here. I don't know what I'm-"
Klaus moved in front of her quickly.
"You can hate me all you want, love, but you have to face the facts," he said, toying with the line of her bathrobe, "you weren't really honoring the Bennett name. You were just the Gilberts' lap dog."
Her hand moved to slap him, but he caught it easily.
"Ah-ah-ah. The truth hurts, doesn't it? That doesn't mean it should define you."
"Define me? Look who's talking," she spat in his face, "the man who is so insecure about one girl that he has to send her boyfriend away."
Klaus' nostrils flared dangerously.
"I've already told you, you know nothing about that."
"I know a lot actually. I know you have feelings for her. Yes, you, the stone-cold Original. I know you know it's hopeless. I mean do you think she'll ever love you after everything you've done? No one can ever love you. You're past that point."
Dark magic was flying between them, creating static.
"The witch should not meddle in affairs that aren't her business," he cut her off, barely containing his rage.
"Oh, but it's definitely my business. Caroline is my friend. And I don't want to see her get hurt just because you can't control your obsession."
"You want to talk about obsession, wench? You were ready to kill tens just to bring back your precious Gilbert boy!"
"And you literally killed tens and thousands of people!" she screamed back. "So don't you dare judge me!"
She saw it in slow-motion, the way she was thrown against the kitchen counter. Her body landed with a thud. Her legs spread apart willingly, almost as if she'd suspected this conclusion all along.
He climbed on top of her like a hungry wolf and growled in her face.
She growled back.
They didn't kiss. Not this time.
He untangled the cordon and pulled out the robe underneath her, dropping it in a pool on the floor, exposing her to the hard ceramic surface of the counter.
She hated the icy, prickling feeling on her skin but when she tried to lift herself up, he pushed her back down and entered her roughly, uninvited.
She didn't have time to react. She just poured her magic into him irately, giving him one aneurysm after another, but he kept thrusting inside her, despite the absorbing pain.
She amplified it, until he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Do. you. feel. that?" she asked, in the rhythm of his thrusts.
He pushed further into her, making her head roll back.
"You're - holding back," he muttered through gritted teeth, trying to smirk. His face was contorted in pain.
The bastard. Even now, he was trying to be smart.
"I'm just starting," she breathed out, trying not to pay attention to the tingling fire between her legs.
"You could've done me in a long time ago," he replied, drawing himself out slowly, making her gasp. She was sore and burning.
The sudden gentleness did not last long.
He was back to pounding her senselessly.
"You. think. I. like it."
"I know you do."
"I. do. not -aaah!" she screamed, because he had lifted her rear in his palms and moved it in such a position that made her center burst out in small implosions, never quite reaching that desired release. Her legs were now completely wrapped around his upper body. She could feel his pelvic bone digging into her hip painfully and it sent a jolt through her core.
His skin on hers made her feel brand new, like she wasn't Bonnie Bennett anymore.
She didn't know who she was when he did all those things to her.
"I didn't hear you, darling."
"I don't - oh, Jesus fuck..."
His hands had left her body and were planted on each side of the counter, barricading her body between his arms. Now he moved freely and recklessly, holding on to the surface for dear life.
Her only support was her legs, wrapped around him.
She refused to put her arms on his shoulders.
The sound of his length slapping against her walls, her skin gliding sweatily against the hard surface, his low, beastly grunts, they all drove her to the point where she forgot where she'd started.
"You really ought to enunciate better," he teased gruffly.
Klaus bent down to steal a kiss, but she moved her head sideways.
"Make me come," she suddenly ordered in his ear.
He stared at her, arrested by her hardened expression.
"Did I enunciate that well enough?"
He smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. "How many sides of you are there?"
"Too many to count," she replied, looking into his eyes.
"And - must they all be satisfied?"
"You wouldn't be able to."
"Try me."
"I already have."
Those three little words were enough to drive him mad.
One of his hands was suddenly around her neck and he was pressing down hard, thrusting deeper and deeper.
Her eyes widened as his grip tightened. She could feel the air leaving her lungs. Her body moved chaotically, meeting his thrusts as her throat became hollow. She could feel the flesh on her back burning from the friction. It would leave some nasty bruises later.
If there would be a later.
And that is when she felt the arousal building up.
Klaus was waiting for another wretched blast of dark magic that would send him reeling.
Then, out of the blue, her fingers found his and instead of removing them from her neck, she entwined them with hers. His body jerked forward powerfully. She had placed her hand over his, as if encouraging him to continue. Don't stop, she seemed to say.
She couldn't explain it herself if she tried. It went against every principle she stood for.
Normally, she'd struggle, normally, she'd push him off immediately, normally, she'd run away, normally, she'd be disgusted.
Normally.
Yet, she found herself liking it and it terrified her.
His eyes kept her in a spell. They were so delicious, so warm and so vile. It was as if he was making love to her only with his eyes.
But this wasn't making love. No, no.
He was disintegrating her from the inside. He didn't care if she was breaking.
Her eyes rolled in her head, but she still kept her hand wrapped around his wrist.
Klaus watched her with a mixture of awe and deep, uncontrollable lust.
He'd always been fascinated with the so-called "la petite mort."
He was staring at its embodiment.
She was a little death. A short, sweet death disguised as a beautiful young girl.
Crash!
His eyes traveled to the floor.
The cup had slid from the counter and smashed into smithereens. The hot liquid stretched into a gleaming pool of black, distracting him. He released his grip on her and she came undone, as if she'd been waiting for this momentary weakness.
She screamed like she'd never screamed before. It came out hoarsely and haggard and brutal as she coughed and wheezed in pain, but it was more powerful than any incantation.
His name erupted throughout the rooms in the house. His name, over and over again, his name like a curse that she couldn't resist.
He buried himself inside her, feeling his own little death on the point of victory, and for the first time, he let himself say her name. Quietly, so only she could hear. But it was enough.
"Bonnie."