* Hello there, Here's an ALL Klonnie chapter.

* I do not own these characters (Unbeta'd)

* please enjoy!

Today was Saturday, and Bonnie Bennett was lying awake in her bed remembering the events of the week. She had detention every single day with Mr. Mikaelson. She had a brief Threatening exchange with Elena Gilbert, her grams were in the hospital and now in a comatose state, she and Damon had come clean about their lives to one another, she found out the wolf saved her life, and was an ally, and that being a supernatural being has changed her entire perception and way of life. Everything she knew a few weeks ago meant nothing now. With the wolf attacks still happening, she was lucky she had a wolf as an ally. Although, she has not seen him all week.

As she was certain she was falling for Damon again, she was staying strong with pumping the breaks. She had much going on, and trying to understand herself was at the top of the priority. Her life was beginning to get far more complicated, and she reveled in the woman she was becoming. While she waited for Damon to come by in a couple of hours she let her guilty mind wonder ahead of time to relinquish any guilt on her face by the time he showed up. She relived her after school detention sessions with the man who tormented her everyday existence. After that initial day of detention, a person might think he would let up, but he didn't. He only became crasser during first period, towards her, and then, more relentlessly pursuant after school.

Every counseling he did, he made sure to do her last, and every time he counseled her, he asked her inappropriate questions, and NEVER, NOT ONCE, became inappropriate with any other students. As he became more and more disturbingly attentive towards her, she became more and more unaccepting of his advances, and yet she relished more and more in the salacious, vulgarity of it all. Something about his perversion called to her witch inside. The smell of his body flooded her nostrils causing her erogenous zones to moisten with delight. He was a dirty man, that wanted to make the young woman give in to him. She wouldn't.

Their after school sessions became a game of cat and mouse. Her mind couldn't process what his mind was capable of just yet. However, by the week's end, one being proved stronger than the other, and the two of them did something unthinkable, that had Bonnie questioning everything about herself up until this point in her life.

Tuesday in class

"It's nice to see you have made it to class on time Ms. Bennett. Lovely, huh? Class, all it takes is a little humiliation and disappointment, and you are ready to stay on the straight and narrow. Class don't be an example, like Ms. Bennett." That was the beginning of class, by the time the bell rang, as he dismissed the class and called out to Bonnie, "I will see you this afternoon, Ms. Bennett." (Wink)

Tuesday Afternoon

Counseling of Ms. Bennett

"Ms. Bennett, what is it that you believe you could do better as a student to avoid ending up in here again?"

"Are we doing this again?"

"Yes, Every day this week. And I want a different answer every time."

"I suppose I could kiss ass of said teacher that has a stick up their ass."

"Sticks in asses, there is quite an analogy wouldn't you say?"

"Mr. Mikaelson, I am sure that you can't have these types of conversations with me."

"I simply acknowledged something you said. You said it. Not me."

"Either way, it is your innuendo that is making this uncomfortable. Can I please go now?"

"Uncomfortable, how so?"

"Because you turn everything into something sexual."

"Maybe it isn't I who makes it sexual, maybe it is you that interprets it that way."

"Don't do that to me. I may be a teenager, and I may not be as worldly or refined as you, but I am smart enough to know that you turn everything into a perversion. And you don't do it with any other student, except me. Why is that?"

"Hmm, I believe you are imagining that last part, maybe allowing yourself more credit than you deserve. Why would a man have a special perversion to you? What makes you so damn special?"

"I never said I was special, what I said was-"

"What you insinuated was that, there was something special about you. Special enough to make me treat you a certain way. I am letting you know that there is nothing special about you. You will grow up and probably become a screw up, like most teenagers, and stay stuck in this small town life, where you will marry mediocre, and lead an average life at best."

He was angry at her for trying to call him out. He had to break her down a few notches. His life's mission was invading her headspace and figure out what she liked and what made her tick, then trying to control her emotions. He was a sick bastard deep down, but on the surface he was devastatingly handsome. She could never grow to respect or like this man. He was a shitty teacher.

Bonnie's eyes watered at the admission that he could make her feel so mediocre. She knew she wasn't but she just couldn't understand why this man was sent here to torture her.

Wednesday in Class

Mr. Mikaelson kept calling on Bonnie to answer questions from the reading. Making sure she had done her homework and was keeping up with the assignments. When she got an answer wrong he made an example out of her in class, and again, humiliated her.

Wednesday Afternoon

Counseling of Ms. Bennett

"Ms. Bennett, why are you here today?"

"Because. I was late to school on Monday."

"Why were you late to school on Monday?"

"I was …Pre-occupied with some morning setbacks." She hesitated to answer.

"Is that so. What morning setbacks?"

"That is non-of your business."

"I am afraid it is, when it starts presenting a problem with your school work. I mean I could always ask you parents, but they may not be able to answer being as though they are somewhere in Egypt right now, having left their 17-year-old daughter alone."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh you didn't think I knew Ms. Bennett. I told you that I am all knowing. I know everything. You parents are gone and they have been gone for a few days. Should I ask them or the child protective services?"

"What? You can't do that I am almost 18 years old. I'd like to see you try"

"Ms. Bennett I have dates for every time your parents have left you home alone for the past 5 years. "

"Please don't do that."

"Tell me the truth then."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Simple, you."

"What about me?"

"Ms. Bennett, you'd be surprised at the people who pay attention to you. I am not at liberty to tell you who, and you are not at liberty to discuss this with anyone else either."

"What the hell why are you really here, Mr. Mikaelson? Are you really a substitute?"

"I am. That doesn't stop nosy teachers in the teachers' lounge from talking. I can't help but to wonder how your dear old Grandmother is doing in the hospital?"

"Bonnie had no idea who was watching her, but she wanted to play her cards right to avoid getting into trouble."

"I know you had a very specific reason for being late Ms. Bennett. Are you going to tell me?"

"I was eating breakfast."

"Oh is that all?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"Excuse me?"

"You have an awfully bad hearing problem."

Bonnie stands up as school has been out for almost an hour. "I have to go."

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

"I am not af-f-fraid of you."

The truth was Bonnie had a hard time enabling her powers around him, because she tried very hard to block out her emotions, and her emotions were a key to unlocking her magic. So many times she has wanted to make him choke on blood, or cause temporary blindness, but it almost felt as if her powers were bound from being used around him.

He looked out of the window. "I don't see your boyfriend here yet."

"He is not coming today, I drove."

Mikaelson stalked her, and came face to face with her, "Oh that is a shame, he shouldn't leave you and defenseless." She is backed up into a corner.

"I'm not defenseless"

"Oh yeah? If I was a predator, how would you stop me from hurting you?" He is so close to her she can't handle it.

She said nothing.

"Exactly." He says into her ear, very lowly.

He listens to how he has changed her heart rate, he ears the frenzy of her veins under her skin, and he sense she wants to do something sinister to him, but she feels defenseless. He backs up, giving her a couple feet of space.

"You were late to school because of your little boyfriend, weren't you?"

"No."

"Yes you were. Then he brought you to school, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your punishment alone. Now you are stuck here with me, defenseless."

"You're just an ass hole who gets off on torturing me. I hate you."

"This is correct. However, some of the best friendships are built from hate."

"So, you want to be my friend? Is that what you are telling me?"

"I'm telling you that everything isn't what it appears."

"Not even you, right?"

"Right."

He smiles in her direction, and give her space once again, because he realizes that to open her up to trust him, he has to force his self then retreat.

His smile is otherworldly. She thinks.

"But, Ms. Bennett, with all fairness wouldn't that mean that you aren't who you appear to be either?"

"I suppose you are right."

"Sometimes, the people you least expect bring out the things in you, that you didn't realize existed."

"Meaning?"

"He unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off. He had a wife beater underneath it."

"What are you doing? Don't come near me."

Mr. Mikaelson, came so close to Bonnie, she was forced to put her hands up in protest, and when she did, she came in contact with his chest.

When her hand touched him, she saw a vision. She quickly put her hand down and moved away from him.

"Who are you?"

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make me see that, how did you put that thought in my head?"

"I am sorry I am afraid I have no idea what you are talking about Ms. Bennett."

"Yes, you do. Who are you?"

He grabbed her by the arms, and she got another vision.

Her mind wasn't fooling her the first time. She saw the same vision again. She tried getting her arms out of his grips but he was too strong. As long as their skin touched, the vision was in her head.

"Stop this." She was saying trying to fight him away, and he was still holding on to her wrists, keeping her close to his chest, feeling the rush of her heart, and the heat in her body as it radiated off of her in her moment of anger.

Her vision was she and him kissing, surrounded by books. It felt so real, she was having a hard time pulling herself out of the vision, and deciphering the difference between the vision and reality. When she finally opened her eyes, she was sitting in her desk and Mr. Mikaelson was sitting at the teacher's desk.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what Ms. Bennett?"

Everything. You got in my space, and grabbed me, and made me believe we were kissing. How the hell did you do that?"

"Ms. Bennett, I have been sitting here, waiting for a reply to my question."

"What question?"

"Why you were late to school Monday?"

"What?" She asks, as she noticed he is still sitting down full dressed, and not having broken a sweat at all.

"Are you sure you okay?"

"Yes. I need to go, I am sorry, but it is late."

"Okay, if you insist Ms. Bennett."

"So you didn't ask me all of the questions about my parents or grams?

"Not a one, are they okay?"

"Yes they are fine. I have to go ok, before people start to worry."

"Sure, that'll be all for today, I guess. I expect an answer tomorrow Ms. Bennett."

Thursday in Class

Mr. Mikaelson told Bonnie she wasn't working to her full potential as a student, and that if this were the real world, he would not take her seriously as a professional. He then told her she needed to reconsider her life choices and the type of human being she wanted to be in the world. All because he came to her twice with questions about the review for the test, and she wasn't prepared to answer. The final question in class she raised her hand for, and she was sure of the answer, but he ignored her.

Thursday Afternoon

Ms. Bennett Counseling

"Ms. Bennett, why were you late to school Monday?"

"Because I was being irresponsible, and it will never happen again."

"Hmm. "He says, with a bit of surprise and he writes something down looking at his paper work.

"That is it? Hmm."

"What did you expect me to say? You answered the question and took accountability. Something you wouldn't have done a few days ago. Accountability looks good on you Ms. Bennett."

"She remains indifferent, but part of her wants to smile. She won't though. Not for his satisfaction. He doesn't deserve to even have a small glimmer of her happy face. He is still an asshole.

"What are you goals for the rest of the year?"

"Is this a part of the counseling?"

"Sure."

"I want to graduate and go to college."

"Okay.

"Well, I suppose that is it Ms. Bennett. You can go now."

"That is it? No grueling questions session, no uncomfortable moments, stalking my space and saying inappropriate things?"

"No, should I?"

"No, I was just surprised. You are usually more of a difficult person."

"Why would you want me to be some asshole who tortures you? So you could hate me?"

How weird of him to say that.

"Torture and hate." How funny. It sounds like something she would say.

"Okay Mr. Mikaelson, I will see you tomorrow." Just like that she leaves unscathed.

Friday in Class

Bonnie had the need to be overly prepared today, so she read both chapters front and back and even answered the chapter reviews on notes. Whenever Mr. Mikaelson asked her a question to the class, she raised her hand every single time. Every single time he ignored her. Even when no one else raised their hand, he would look over her and ignore her. It felt very blatant. His disregard for her putting in an effort made her feel as though he was toying with her. Playing games with her head. When the bell rang she sat there dumbfounded and motionless. He walked out of the class and headed to the teachers' lounge without so much as a look, a wink, an evil grin, or a smart ass, snarky remark. Something inside of Bonnie felt empty. She has spent the past five days with this man. The beginning and end of her days, and now he treated her like people use to treat her growing up. Like an insignificant, piece of furniture in a room. He didn't even give her the compliment of being a withering flower, because even then you acknowledge something is there, and it is dying. She got nothing the entire morning. When she got up and left the classroom, it plagued her all day.

Who does he think he is? He has made a fool out of her all week.

"Bon, what's going on? You seem annoyed today? Was it Elena, or Mr. Mikaelson?"

"Uh, I just have something on my mind."

"Last day of detention. Wouldn't you say that is good news?"

"Yes. I need to stay away from that man, he is a head trip and it really sucks having to deal with someone so volatile. Someone who treats you according to their unrealistic musings of you."

"Maybe, he is bitter and old, and unhappy."

"No, I don't think so. It is deeper than that. I hate that I let him get to me. Who is he ya know?" Well, should I wait for you after school today, you said you needed to talk about something, but I need to know If I should tell Stefan we can hang out another time?"

"Not today, I'll call you and we'll figure out a time to talk, go ahead and hang with Stefan, I need to go to the library anyways."

"Okay. Well I'll see you then."

"Bye Care."

Friday Afternoon

Counseling Ms. Bennett

An annoyed Bonnie heads over to detention hall. She goes to pull the door open and its locked. IT is closed and locked with the lights off. "What the hell?"

She shakes at the door, and once she comes to the sad realization, she has mockingly been stood up, she decides the best thing to do is go to the library before losing her temper. She walks around the library looking for a Langston Hughes book, although her grams' has some, the siting and references at the school library are all proper literary published works. In other words, she is too lazy to recite other books. The library lights were low and Bonnie was trying to hurry and get out of there on a Friday night. She still needed to get back to her gram's cottage before it got dark. She got caught up reading some of the books when she felt a presence behind her. It lingered quietly and she waited for him to make his presence known because he did these things all of the time. "Damon, why must you always try scaring me?" He puts his hands over her eyes. Okay, these hands felt different than Damon's, but she plays it cool. "Damon?" "Stefan?" "Come one, who the heck is playing games."

She grabbed the hands of the person. It wasn't Damon, because although Damon was a bit of a reckless, maniac, he had soft hands with no scars, or roughness to them. This set of hands had calloused palms and, and a certain rugged quality in the feel of them. She turned her head only to follow through with surprise at the eyes the color of the crystalline waters of Waimea bay. She jumped back and dropped his hands.

"What do you want?"

"That is not a very nice question to ask of the man you owe an hour of detention to."

"I don't owe you anything. I went there and the lights were off and the doors were locked, so I left. My detention days are over."

"Is that so? I followed you here. I was just going to the bathroom, when I came back the janitor told me he saw you shaking the door, and head towards the library. He said you looked pretty upset. I've never met a student upset about missing detention." He laughs lowly. His voice peppered a sexy undertone without trying very hard. His accent, and slight lisp made his mouth, so tempting to kiss. She never wanted to be in his space again. He has made her feel like less than an afterthought.

"So do you need something?"

"Ouch."

"I mean; I have served my purpose with you. I am about ready to never see you again."

"Wow, is that so Ms. Bennett?"

"Yes, because I can go back to being a person who isn't made to feel that everything I do is questionable, and that I am a piss poor excuse of a human being."

"You are very spoiled in my attention. I think that you are a bit angry at me for neglecting you today,"

"What I don't need is some self-righteous, no-it-all teacher shoving his weight around because he knows his ego is bigger than mine. This is a piss contest to you. Whose balls are bigger, right? Well you win, because I am not going toe for toe with a grown man who plays on my intelligence because it makes him feel better about himself to belittle me and my little girl feelings."

"You have feelings involved, am I to understand that correctly Ms. Bennett? I thought you had no feelings for me, and that I was nothing to you."

"Is that all you got out of that conversation? The part about my feelings? Nothing about you being self-righteous, or an ego maniac?"

"I'm afraid not, love. The only thing that mattered to me, was you admitting that I hurt you."

Bonnie's face gets flustered and she pushes past Klaus to walk away from him. He can't let her, he grabs her by both of her arms, and holds her to him kissing her. His, facial hair gives her just enough scratch it gives her goosebumps. His beautiful red lips, taste the way they look; delectable. Her mouth proves no match for his as he takes over the entire kiss. It's not like when she kisses Damon and they battle for dominance, it's more like she tried to regain herself in his grips and she was lost in the heat of the moment, and he controlled every actions.

"Oh my gosh, I can't do this, you are a faculty, and I am a student."

He pulls her to his face, so close his lips graze hers as he speaks, and while he is talking his lips stay on her, and she breathes his warm breath. "Do you want me to stop Ms. Bennett?"

She shakes her head no. He takes that que to nip at her lip and pull her full against his body this time. His masterful tongue swims into her mouth and begins teaching her tongue how to swim the way his does. His tongue was her ocean and she was swimming in his current. Her body wants to pull back but her fingers make their way to the ginger blond hair on his head. Her fingers massage his scalp as he massages her throat with his velvety.

"I like that you wore a skirt to day Ms. Bennett. "

"Huh? Why?

He pulls back from her, and now both of their lips are swollen and red.

"Go back to detention hall. Now. I'll meet you there in 5 minutes."

"Yes. Sir." She did as she was told without a question in the world. If that were Damon, she would have had to ask, how, why, when, where, and reason.

She gets her Langston Hughes book and checks it out, the librarian looks at her strange, and then tells her that he lipstick was slightly smeared.

An embarrassed Bonnie takes off. She begins walking down the hallway of the school, and all of the lights are off, the school closes early on Fridays, and it is darker than she is comfortable with.

She gets to the door and debates going in or not. She doesn't think she is ready for this. What could he possibly want? She knew she wasn't ready to lose her virginity; she wasn't even sure she wanted to do more than kiss him. What if he has the wrong idea of her? She allows her thoughts to get the best of her, and she changes her mind and decides to leave before he gets back. She turns around and leaves the room, it is almost as if her feet won't carry her quick enough, she is down the hallway ready to hit the corner, when she bumps into the hard chest of Mr. Mikaelson.

"Leaving without saying goodbye?"

"It's just that, I- um, it is getting late and, I have to get back home before the sun is completely down, because-"

Before she realized it, he walked her backwards all the way back to detention hall. He opens the door and they are both inside. Then, she hears the door lock behind him. Bonnies Big green eyes widen as her throat takes a deep gulp. A gulp so loud it echoes the four walls of the small room.

"Were you trying to leave me Ms. Bennett?" He asks sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

"No Sir."

"Good, because I wasn't planning on letting you go anyways. Come here."

'How did his voice get deeper?' she thought.

"Closer, I won't bite…hard!"

Mr. Mikaelson pulls his nose to her neck and takes one very long sniff of her skin. She finds this very strange, but arousing at the same time. "Why do you smell as though you taste like cinnamon?"

"I don't know. I don't even like cinnamon." Her nerves are getting the best of her.

"Aer you afraid of me?"

"No, sir."

"Are you afraid of my intentions?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why so?"

"I am a virgin, Mr. Mikaelson."

He approaches her with the most tender of touches. She relaxes into his touch. When her eyes close, she realizes she is far too comfortable with him and she stops him, "Mr. Mikaelson, I am not ready to have sex."

"I know. In due time, my love." He stares, not AT her but INTO her, his eyes are giving her soul a reason to be fearful.

"What are your intentions Mr. Mikaelson?"

"Shhh."

"But, I –"

His finger moves up to her mouth, and ending her doubts, but increasing her fears. Which is increasing her body temperature and causing her blood to create little bolts of electricity in her frenzied veins. He loves what is happening inside of her body right now, and she has no idea.

He pulls her shirt off, leaving her with her skirt and thigh highs, ankle boots, and bra. Her brown skin is exposed to him and he marvels at her dancing veins. He picks her up and sits her on top of the desk, facing him with her legs open towards him.

He is overworking her body, and her magic is frenzied, because her emotions are uncontrollable right now. He knows what he is doing to her. He is doing to her magic, what he does to her emotions every day since he's met her; working her up and getting inside of her head so he can try to control her.

He reaches underneath her skirt and places his fingers in a gentle enough location to pull her panties off of her without having to move her.

She gasps. "Mr. Mikaelson?" As she feels the warmth in her veins flow a little bit faster, his hands have made their way to her lower set of lips. "No. I can't do this." She grabs his wrist with one of her hands.

Bonnie's magic is tingling in her fingertips and her body wants to create some magic somehow. She is afraid of Mr. Mikaelson being exposed to her magic. She has no idea of what to do right now, but her magic is ready to pass through her, and she is still learning how to control it. Her fears overcome her, and her body begins to tremble, just as she feels the magic pulsing through her, Mr. Mikaelson takes her by surprise, pushing two of his fingers inside of her.

"Ahhh." She can't say she was surprised at his emissions, but she was surprised at how much pain two fingers could cause.

He doesn't speak, he just continues to move his fingers in and out of her in a twisting motion.

"Haahh." He moans are heavy, and breathy.

"Relax, Love, I am going to help you."

"Oh, Mr. Mikaelson, I have to go, I am sorry. I can't-"

"Bonnie, relax, don't be afraid."

"No, seriously, you don't understand. I have to go, or I could hurt you. Please."

She tries to leave, and he turns his fingers to where his palm is facing up wards and curves his two fingers that are inside of her in a u shape, putting pressure on her G-spot. "You feel that, love. You feel my fingers?"

She nods her head.

"Focus all of your attention on my fingers. Look me in my eyes, and focus all of your being on my fingers and what I am doing to you. You feel that, my love? You feel me inside of you, finger fucking your tight little pussy?"

She nods her head.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes, I feel you inside of me. Ahhh" Her moans are addictive, and he begins speeding up his thrusts so he can hear her moan louder and breath harder. "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson, ahh, please, that feels so good. Yes, right there. Faster, faster, faster.

"Yes, I love how you sound when your turned on, your so wet for me. All of that tension you feel is easy to control, just keep focusing. I want to fuck you so badly right now." His fingers continue in and out of her with a twisting motion. "Yes, that is a good girl, you are beautiful. Just watching you enjoy me, makes me want to enjoy you. I love how tight you feel around my fingers." The combination of his twisting fingers and the melodic tone of his deep voice was calming her nerves down, making her feel all of her tension melt into lust for her teacher. Her finger tips were relaxed and she put her hands down onto the desk behind her and leans herself a little further back opening herself up more for him.

"Yes, open up for me, fuck you have a beautiful pussy." He removes his fingers and dives his mouth right in with the same fervor that he took her mouth with earlier. He locked her pussy on the feel of his velvety tongue against her wetness, forced his tongue so far in he could feel her anatomy, and with the proper amount of wiggling, the length of his tongue reached her G-spot as well, and Bonnie has never felt such a sensation in her entire life. Then out of nowhere she felt like what may have been two little pinches, and Mr. Mikaelson was sucking her off with such fervor she swore that he had blood on his lips. She looked carefully and it was, somehow, he was sucking her blood and when she looked at his face, he was so lost in his ministrations, that he almost looked as though he was getting high on her supply.

"Mr. Mikaelson," he ignored her. "Mr. Mikaelson!"Another pause. "Did you bite my pussy?" She was both worried and on cloud nine.

His pale hands that were gripping her thighs tensed, and longs claws retracted into her skin, causing tremendous blood flow from her thighs. It hurt like hell, and felt so good, what the hell was he doing to her? She knew she should have been afraid but somehow she wasn't and just as she was about to explode her nerves went haywire, all of her focus on her labia forced her magic to pulse to her pussy and the second she exploded, He became fully sated on her supply and when he pulled his mouth from her pussy, she saw razor sharp fangs and golden orbs flashed before she blacked out.

Sated Saturday

Now, she lay in her bed on Saturday morning, wondering how she and her teacher got where they got in their relationship. When he sucked on her pussy, why did it look as though he bit her and began sucking her blood while he dined on her southern cuisine, then he guzzled a handful of her magic into his blood stream? She should have been angry at him, but instead she was infatuated. She couldn't wait to see him again.

"Hey Little witch, what are you in here thinking about so intensely? And why the hell do you smell like a Werewolf?"

Oh shit.

*I hope you liked it, Mr. Mikaelson is trouble, that's for damn sure! What did you guys think? Hope you liked the Klonnie.

*I was nervous about my Klonnie smut because I have never written Klaus in such a way, I'm nervous as to how it will be received.