First of all, thanx for the previous readings, faves and reviews, I really really love it, because I love to know if I am doing some right or wrong, it is always helpful. My Bonnie needs to get more devilish and evil, I now, but I'll get there, I am still destroying her morals and sense of right and wrong, lol
Enjoy this Bonlijah stuff here, and if you like, there's more to come
Sorry for any mistakes, English isnt my native language. But I did a review, so it must be ok
ps. Hopkins is Bonnie's father's surname
ps 2. Bonnie's dress and hair is the same as the story image ok?
Bonnie Bennett hopped out of the black car after driving for an hour away from Mystic Falls, and handed the keys to the valet in charge of housing the cars. Dismissing him a smile, she is accosted by another young man who bowed lightly and offered his hand, escorting her up the stairs until the door, giving her the whitest smile she ever saw.
Bonnie has never been to a place like this before. It was an extreme display of luxury and glitz. But since her magic predicted he was going to be in this party...
The entrance was a huge wooden red door sculpted with scary details that if she had more time in her hands, she would try to decipher what it was trying to say. Protecting the white marbled entrance was Greek style pilasters that made Bonnie feel extremely small.
She decided to attend this ball in order to find someone she was looking for a while. She dressed up in a long black gown, so sleek that she felt like the fabric and her skin were one, long lace sleeves and crew necked surrounding her throat tightly. Backless, it had a cut on her lower back, making it sexy but still classy. She had only cat-eyeliner and red lipstick on as makeup, and her hair was all tight to a bun encircled with a braid, it made her resemble a goddess.
Bonnie really loved her look, wishing she had more opportunities in the future to dress up. She was all by herself in that place packed with aristocrats and famous figures, it smelled like money. She entered the big front hall and was greeted by a really tall and polite hostess "Your name, please, Madam?"
"Bonnie Hopkins" her voice was firm. Bonnie looked around seeing some elderly people looking back at her with curiosity.
The hostess took some time to look at what looked like a booklet with names written in cursive.
"I don't think I see your name here-" She said, glancing at Bonnie.
"Look again" Bonnie smiled sure her magic worked.
The hostess did as she was told and there it was "Pardon me for the inconvenience, Miss Bennett. Please, do come in"
Bonnie was not invited and she was sure by the people in that place that she was the youngest one of them all. Marching straight into the gigantic room, containing the astonishment, she looked up and instantly fell in love with the painting on the ceiling. Some of them looked like angels with wings and halos, but they had no eyes. Holding their hands were creatures with similar bodies, but with red eyes and no halos. Should she judge this party and guests according to the ceiling painting, she thought. It was not just a coincidence.
Her initial plan was to find him as soon as possible, if not, just leave. But the fanciness around her was catching her attention and poking her human greedy side more than she expected, making her want to stay longer.
A waitress dressed like a penguin approached her "Would you a like a glass of Shipwrecked Heidsieck, Madam?"
Whatever the hell that was Bonnie accepted with a cordial smile, her black nails contrasting with the like golden liquid. She drank it and was surprised by the lightness of its taste. Champagne at its finest. She felt like a rock star, not helping the side smile that came on her lips.
After the first wave of excitement for the new place crashed, Bonnie got to focus better on what she was there for.
A few men came her way with small talk and curiosity, for they have never saw her there before. She didn't say her real name, for she knew it could be dangerous. She didn't know who they were but she was sure they have heard the name Bennett before, if they were supernatural beings. She was not trying to find out about that, so she dismissed each one of them with grace.
She thought of how dangerous it really was for her to be in a place like that, surrounded by powerful humans and other creatures all by herself. She sighed at the thought of who exactly was those people.
Walking to the bar, she was interrupted by a man holding a glass with what looked like the same drink she was having. He was as tall as her, for she had those 7 inch heels on. She was surprised by the way he showed up and almost fell trying to avoid bumping into him.
He smiled briefly "I am sorry, are you alright?"
"Yes, yes" Bonnie said softly "I was not paying attention and almost ran over you, I am sorry"
"Don't be" He smiled again "I didn't mean to scare you, just to introduce myself to you" He explains himself quickly "I am Shane. Atticus Shane" Bonnie smiled and took the he was offering in a shake.
"Nice name...Atticus. I am Bonnie Hopkins"
He was studying her face, and Bonnie blushed under his intense stare "It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Hopkins"
Bonnie laughed at that obvious attempt of finding out her marital status, still made her think: was she looking that old? "Miss... You can call me Bonnie. And it is nice to meet you too, Mr. Shane"
He smiled again at her, feeling glad he was corrected "So, Bonnie, would you like to join me for a drink?" He pointed his cup at the bar, which was really close to them.
Bonnie liked Mr. Shane, especially his curly hair. It gave him a very calm and sweet air. His frank smile kind of disarmed her a little bit.
"I'd love to, but I can't" Her voice was genuine and she continued as he pouted "I came here to meet a friend, and I really need to find him"
"Oh... Oh, I get it, I-" he looked truly upset.
"No, not that kind of friend, it is strict business" Bonnie asked herself why she was giving away that information to someone she didn't know... must be his smile.
"Would you..." Shane gathered some courage "Since you are busy tonight, would you mind to exchange contacts?" He felt bold, not really his type of thing to do, but she really got his attention "And we could just...you know, meet up for some coffee or dinner" She intimidated him. He was afraid she was going to say no, but he needed to give it a try.
"Sure" Bonnie narrowed her eyes, thinking if she should give him her real number. The man with sweet smile and innocent face grabbed his cell phone and was waiting for her to say it. The decision Bonnie made about what number she would give was abrupt, but she didn't regret it.
"Excuse me, Mr. Shane, I really have to go"
"See you later, hopefully, Bonnie" he bowed to kiss her hand, locking eyes with her and then, moved out of her way.
Bonnie liked the chivalry act, so delicate and thoughtful. Even so, she could not stay and get to know him, for she had a to meet him urgently.
She could just hope he was there, after all.
She was trying to get in touch with him for the longest time, and for some reason, he would not return her calls nor pay her a visit. Bonnie even tried magic to locate him. Did not work.
Why was he running from her? She took him for many things, and coward was not one of them, therefore she could not understand why he wouldn't get back to her.
Standing in front of the bar she returned her glass, now empty. She wanted to try something stronger but she was afraid of getting too drunk before finding him, so she asked for another glass of that same champagne with pompous name.
Elijah Mikaelson walked downstairs holding a blonde woman by the waist. She was immensely beautiful.
Elijah stood by one of the steps and greeted three old men with a polite handshake. He looked around the ball room like he was looking at a thanksgiving feast. The blonde whispered something on his ear and he smirked in return. A few other people greeted him with a shorthead bowing, for he was an Original, and for some in the room, that was the highest of all positions, and respect should be payed.
The room had vampires blending in, picking their meals for later that night. Who ever was throwing that party knew how to keep both species entertained.
Elijah kissed the blonde on her neck and mumbled something in her ear. He left her talking to an older woman and walked towards the bar, in order to have his favorite liquor served. Something catches his sight.
He stops right behind a long black dress, tightly delineating ravishing body curves, framing an uncovered back, brandishing a glossy dark skin.
Elijah licked his lips. Looking at it for a while gave him the sensation that he has seen that derriere before...
"I was starting to think I was wrong, Mr. Mikaelson" The voice was coming from the lady in front of him, speaking loud enough to be heard "For a moment I thought I wasn't going to find you here" The fact that she didn't see him, yet, she knew he was there (checking her out), confirmed Elijah's presumptions.
"Good evening, Miss Bennett" She turned around, facing him when he was done saying her namein the most polite way he could. He was not happy to see she found him.
Bonnie Bennett... Somehow she got in. She found out where he was going to be and she went to him. She was looking... mature. Beautiful. For some reason he did not want to know, the Bennett witch was standing right in front of him, staring up and down at his tuxedo with a short smile framed by her glossy red lips.
Her presence bothered him a little, for Elijah didn't like witches much.
"Wonderful party isn't it?" Bonnie sipped her glass "So easy to get in" she laughed in a mocking way.
That Bonnie Bennett standing in front of him was different from what he ever thought she could be. Never have him thought she could be so elegant nor pretty. He never really paid attention to her, so...
He nodded to the bartender behind the bar she was leaning her elbow at, and he served Elijah a glass of scotch. In order to get the glass, he got his body too close to Bonnie's, stretching his arm beyond her, reaching his drink. Bonnie smelled his cologne;
Elijah didn't move away from her, and still close, he says in a low voice "What is it that made you come after me, Miss Bennett...what do you want?"
She turned her head, lifting it up a little, intentionally too close to his face "You, Elijah Mikaelson. I want you" her tone was serious and her look was like a sharp knife.
Bonnie placed her glass back on the bar without undoing their stare "I'll save a dance for you. Come and take it when you stop being afraid of me" She walked away.
Elijah narrowed his eyes, watching her slow walk towards the other room where the music was being played live.
At the Music room, Bonnie saw couples swinging with the music. A few of them with actual good rhythm, and others not so much. The sound was fascinating. Bonnie got closer to the minimal stage and she recognized the singer. A funny thought crossed her mind: was Natalia Kills also a vampire, like the majority in that party? What about Mr. Shane?
That night, Natalia Kills was turning most of her songs into slow-paced dance piano versions. She was dressed in a golden fabric with bangs covering her eyes, in a very peculiar way. Her voice was high pitched and quite dramatic. She really knew how to put feeling in the music, and dancing to it was only natural.
Bonnie held her arms, trying to avoid getting despair. She never had to deal with that Mikaelson. She only had one experience with him when they were dealing with Klaus, and he happened to let her down. And lately, he was avoiding her for some reason she couldn't understand. Was he guilty? Or even ashamed for not keeping his word? He was a man of manners and taste after all. Bonnie had her reasons to be there right now and only he could help her. She would wait until the end of the song, if he didn't show up, she would leave and make sure his life would be the hell he was denied to go when he died to be immortal.
"I hope the invitation to dance is still up" Elijah spoke out of nowhere, extending his right hand to Bonnie.
She held an incoming smile and took his hand. Elijah guided her to the dance floor, pulling her to himself in a very gentle way, with a fair distance between both bodies, making sure they would still able to have a conversation and perfect dance moves.
Another song was about to start, and Bonnie smiled recognizing one of her favorite songs.
Elijah felt her very warm skin when he held her waist, she arched to the contact of his cold hand.
The music was embracing the ambient perfectly: it had a dark vibe, just like the room, and the sound was in a perfect volume. Elijah looked at Bonnie's face while she was placing her hand on his shoulder: she looked calmand comfortable.
The piano started to fill the room with notes:
"You like the smell of blood when its pumping like a factory
Ooh, you like your words to cut, You like to choose your best artillery..."
Bonnie was not expecting Elijah to be such a good dancer. It was weird to see him ripping hearts out and now this. She could not connect both characteristics.
"What do you want from me, Miss Bennett?" He finally spoke to her and he didn't sound too interested on the answer "What could I possibly do for you?"
She sighed, choosing in her head the best words being muddled by his cologne "I need your... help"
"I wonder who you're thinking of who am I...Am I the epitome
Of everything you hate and you desire? You love me like an enemy..."
"That is obvious. I inform you I don not have much time so be forward, if you can"
"I need you to tell me where Ayanna is buried" Bonnie saw his surprise "My magic can't find her grave"
Elijah spun her around, getting her even closer to him than before. He studied her face with the little light hitting it and decided to share what he knew "Her grave is under protection, no magic can find it"
"You can run, you can hide, but sooner or later
It's gonna cut like a knife, sooner or later
Nowhere to go I'm already inside, you know
No one willlove youlike I love you, 'Cause love is a suicide..."
Bonnie cursed looking to the side "Where is it, Elijah? I know you know" Her tone was demanding.
Elijah turned her around and held her with her back against his chest. He liked the closeness and how she swayed to the music against him. Bonnie was a good dancer, and she fitted right into his arms.
"What makes you think I would tell you, Miss Bennett?"
"It feels so surgical how you dissect every mistake I make
You're like an animal you bite me hard with every breath I take"
He knew she had something to offer, otherwise, she wouldn't even try to reach him, the witch wasn't stupid. "Will you threaten me like you did Klaus if I don't tell you?"
Bonnie swallowed dry feeling Elijah's breath on her neck, his hands on her hips. She wouldn't let him turn tables on her now.
She kept on moving slowing, not breaking their rhythm. She firmly rattled her body against his, making
Elijah groan lowly. Something inside of Bonnie was making her provoke him, purposely.
"When I'm on the edge you won't let me fall
Rope around my neck but you won't take it off
And I'm hearin' voices sayin' It's time that you know it
Go ahead if you mean it, just go ahead if you mean it..."
She manages to turn around and face him again "If you help me find Ayanna's grave, I will bring Tatia back to life" That name made his eyes flash and his expression change. Elijah hardened, but controlled his reactions.
That was a promise Bonnie wasn't sure if she could keep, but all her other cards where no good for this game. She needed to get him to help her, does not matter how.
Guiding their steps around the room faster, he was trying to digest what she said. How dare she? A probably still teenager witch coming to him with this audacity andlunacy.
Elijah decided to show the witch she shouldn't be playing with fire, others like her did, and burnt at stakes for trying.
"Close your eyes...Count to 10...Take the bullet out again
Say my name...Hit me hard...Put that gun right to my heart...Bang
'Cause love is a suicide...love is a suicide"
He turned her back to him again, roughly holding her there. Bonnie felt rage on his grip while he held her hips. "I could tear you apart in seconds right here, right now, Miss Bennett, and compel everybody you know to forget that you have ever existed, and right now you are giving me good reasons to do so"
The piano solo was very loud, but Bonnie was sure Elijah could hear her heart racing. He held one side of her neck and kept her ear close enough to his lips "You have ten seconds to convince me you deserve to leave this building with life. If yes, I will take you to Ayanna as soon as possible. If not, I will drain this luscious body of yours dry" his voice was a growl and she felt his fangs coming out on her neck, his cold hand inside her dress through the open back, pressing her thorax against his body, feeling her heart racing against his palm, his thump and the tips of his other fingers rubbing her lower breast skin "...It would be a pleasure to drink to the very last drop of your blood" Bonnie made an effort trying, in vain, to release herself from Elijah's hold, his hand straight to her heart just waiting for her response to trigger his killer side and rip her heart out.
She was afraid that could not be her end! And she was sure the smell of her fear was making him even hungrier for her witch blood, his breath like fire on her neck.
No, Bonnie, you can not be afraid, she instructed herself. This will no be my end!
Not afraid, not anymore. Bonnie had to remind herself of who she was: Bonnie fucking Bennett. That conviction is above all fear, is the fuel for her being. Even if fear might lurk around, she will still fight. He was not going to make her back down.
"Come on Elijah, kill me. Kill Me! Do you really think I am afraid of your kind?" Her voice was trembling but yes, she was taunting him. He looked up to the side of her face. She breathed deep "Huh? See? You won't kill me because I know where Tatia is and you know you want to see her again" He retracted his fangs "Take me to Ayanna and I as soon as I can, I will grant your wish" Bonnie hoped she was right.
The music went off and people applauded loudly, while the singer took a bow and mumbled several 'thank you', preparing to start another song.
The fact that Elijah did not kill her, made Bonnie remember why she needed to find Ayanna's tomb in order to reach the next level of her sorcery. Ayanna took her Grimoires to the grave, literally.
Elijah felt a little bit pathetic. He gave in so easily just because he heard Tatia's name. The fact that the Witch knew his soft spot, didn't make him happy at all. Why would he spare her life under such promise from her? Because Elijah knew that if there were someone that would have the power do such thing, this someone was Bonnie Bennett. And he needed to give this leap of faith.
"I hope you keep your word witch"
Bonnie nodded in agreement.
The Originals buried Ayanna, as told by Rebekah. They were there with her in her funeral, in a sign of respect., for Ayanna was considered by them as family. The original plan was to have Rebekah to help,but when she was going to direct her to Ayanna's grave, she went missing for a few days now. Who else would help her? She never talked to Finn before. Klaus? Impossible. And she was sure she didn't want to have the need to ask Kol for anything, because he asks nothing less in return than her body completely surrender to his wishes... Bonnie fought the thoughts of Kol's hot body and refocused on Elijah who was the only person on earth who could truly help her right now, all she could count on.
That super model that was with him came after Elijah "I thought you've left, honey, I couldn't find you anywhere" she was puring like a cat and Bonnie couldn't make up where she was from, she never heard that accent before. Elijah introduce Bonnie to her "Anja, I would like you to meet Bonnie Bennett" Bonnie extended her hand, but the model ignored it with a quick side eye. Bonnie jaw fell open in disbelief.
Elijah found that extremely rude, and for a man like him, manners were essential. When she turned her face to meet his eyes, he started compelling her "You are going to behave like a civilized human being, not an animal and take Miss Bennett's hand and treat her with respect. And then you are going to leave straight to my place and punish yourself for such inadequate behavior until I get there, do you understand me, Anja?"
The girl nodded yes with really wide eyes and automatically did what she was told. Bonnie thanked Elijah and felt like asking why he did that but he cut her "Don't thank me Miss Bennett, I didn't do it for you. I just can not stand this century people's manners"
Bonnie thought of how ripping people's heart with your own hands could be classified as good manners, but she let go of trying to analyze Elijah's centuries year-old mind and started following him who glanced at her "Shall we go now? It is going to be a long travel" and guiding her by her upper arm he places her by his side and starts to move along the ball'sguests towards the entrance door, both walking like the two bad motherfuckers they were, drawing completely the attention from the crowd.
Bonnie suddenly got extremely excited with the huge step she was taking forward...getting to know the reason why she was who she was, who started it all... she was proud of herself and she couldn't wait to learn more about Ayanna, in hope that wherever she was, she was proud of her too.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Hey! Bonlijah ladies and gentleman!
FYI, song: Natalia Kills-Love is a suicide
This story has 3 parts, but I really want to squish it into only 2. Im still deciding if im going to include smut in it, bcs I dont really see Bonnie and Elijah that way, but I was thinking about Bonnie being all lolita like with him, and maybe, if you guys want, I get some lolita Bonlijah smut on, so let me know!
Thanks for reading and I'd appreciate your review lol
God bless, see ya =]