Hello lovelies. An update is finally here so thank you all for being patient with me and keeping me motivated with your amazing reviews. There's something for everyone in this chapter so happy reading!

Note: I understand that some people may have not seen this episode/stopped watching the show at this point so if you haven't seen 4x03 aka 'The Rager' then you might wanna read a summary because otherwise the end of this chapter will probs confuse you a little. I've tried to make it so it's not completely necessary but eh it'd help lol. I'm beginning to veer off from canon so it won't matter much soon. Pesky show plots!

By the time Damon pulled up outside of the Boarding House it was gone four 'o' clock.

Bonnie pouted and remained perched in the passenger seat. "You're not going to take me home?"

"Is that an invitation?" Damon asked suggestively with raised eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes and almost said 'you wish' but caught herself. It was possible that Damon actually did want that right now, and she didn't want him to get any ideas. "I need to go home to get ready for tonight."

Damon's jaw tightened at the thought of Stefan and Bonnie alone in the house. Or getting drunk together at Rebekah's skanky party. He didn't know which was worse. "Get ready here, half of your stuff is here anyway," he shrugged and got out of the car.

Bonnie followed suit and tried to mask her surprise and confusion. To tell the truth, it felt like that's all she ever did nowadays; was be shocked all the time, ever since she got tangled up into this crazy mess. She was damn near sick of it. As she followed Damon through the heavy wooden doors of the boarding house her phone began to ring.

"Caroline, hey!" she smiled down the phone.

"Okay, so I'm totally trying to give you the silent treatment right now cause you've become a recluse for the past fortnight – but I gotta ask you if you're going to Rebekah's tonight. Elena is planning on showing up and I could do with you there to keep me sane."

Bonnie laughed at Caroline's mini speech. "Uh, it depends. Stefan wants me to stay with him at the boarding house so it depends if he wants to go to the party or not."

There was a brief pause from the other end where Bonnie guessed Caroline was thinking – or more likely speculating.

"Sorry, did I just hear that right?"

"What?"

"Since when were you the whipped one? I thought it was always Stefan going with whatever you said not the other way around," Caroline laughed.

"Oh, um. Well…" Bonnie blinked as she realised Caroline was right. Having only 'woken up' a few days ago she wasn't sure exactly about her and Stefan's dynamics but she was never one to be dictated by what someone else decided. She marched to the beat of her own drum, always had, always would. She knew she was falling right into Caroline's trap but now more than ever she needed to retain who she was. "Okay I'll see you there then."

"Great! Get some of Damon's bourbon to bring, wouldja?"

Bonnie snorted. "If you're lucky. I'll see you later, Care."

"Later, Bon."

Bonnie pocketed her phone and took a few more steps further into the Salvatore's home tentatively. It was the first time she'd stepped foot in it since the world flipped itself upside-down. Everything seemed the same as it was before.

"Oh, before you ask, the answer is no."

Bonnie jumped involuntarily since she hadn't realised Damon was standing right behind her. She spun around and hit him not too lightly on his hard chest to push him away.

"What are you talking about?" she breathed.

Damon smirked at her flustered state and walked around her towards his home bar, not without making sure his arm brushed against her side ever so slightly. "My bourbon."

"Oh," Bonnie sighed and then raised a brow, "you know it's rude to eavesdrop?"

The midnight haired vampire shrugged his shoulders. "You're in my house now, Bennett," he reminded her as he poured out a tumbler of whiskey.

Whilst he had his back turned Bonnie took the opportunity to make for the stairs and search for whatever room her stuff was supposedly in.

"Bonnie, wait."

Her steps slowed into a gradual halt and she turned back to face Damon. He glanced up briefly before guzzling the amber liquid in his glass.

She was a second away of becoming impatient when he finally approached her cautiously and cleared his throat.

"Before you go," he began, "It's about…the other day. I need to know what you meant."

Bonnie laughed nervously. "Ah, Damon, you're going to have to be a bit more specific."

He shifted on his feet uneasily. It was clear that he was out of his comfort zone in making himself look even the slightest bit vulnerable. Bonnie realised whatever it was must be important to him for him to willingly put himself in this position.

"At The Memorial. You said: whenever I speak to you it's because I want something." His intense luminescent eyes darted around the room characteristically before they landed on her.

"Oh," she glanced at the floor and then back up to him. There was a manic look about him and she knew she had to be careful with her words. He still had the empty glass in his hand and was toying with it anxiously. He probably wasn't even aware he was doing it.

"To tell the truth Damon, I was wrong," she began. Bonnie sighed as she realised things had changed. The Damon from her past – that only she remembered – none of that had happened. She realised she couldn't hold him to somethings that he never did. If everything, somehow, went back to the way it was, she could go back to hating him. For now, however, she had to consider that he had been treating her as a friend – maybe even more. Even before, she sensed that he had always had respect for her. Maybe it had been because of her powers, maybe not. Either way, it was apparent that Damon had some form of emotional investment in her now that she had to consider. "I realise that now."

It wasn't strictly an apology because that wasn't their kind of thing.

Damon was desperate to push for a bigger explanation but he understood that, for now, that was the most she could give him. He squinted and nodded. "Okay."

She blinked as he reached out to stroke her jawline before stepping back abruptly. "Stefan's home," he said huskily.

Not a second later the door swung open and Stefan strode in. When Bonnie turned to face him she noticed he did not look happy – far from it. "Stef-?"

He barely spared her a second's glance as he paced past her to approach Damon, who for good reason put his glass down carefully.

"I thought I told you to leave her alone, huh?" Stefan whispered threateningly. It wasn't necessary for him to speak loudly since he was now practically standing on top of Damon.

The older brother looked at his sibling lazily. He poked Stefan in the chest and used that single finger to push him away irritably. "And what makes you think I do what you tell me, brother?"

"Damon, so help me God I swear if you don't-"

"That's enough!"

The two brother's eyes met briefly in mutual surprise before Stefan turned and Damon leaned to stare at the small redundant witch in their living room.

"I have had it up to here," she raised her right hand above her forehead sternly, "with your fucking arguments!"

The Salvatores's both winced slightly as Bonnie swore since it wasn't something they were used to. Their little witch was always prim and proper, so you knew if she ever slipped then she was seriously pissed.

"You're both over a hundred years old and you act like prepubescent boys!" she continued savagely. She didn't plan on exploding like a volcano but one can only bottle up their emotions so much before they're triggered to burst out. Stefan and Damon stared at her blankly, probably due to shock at her outburst but their lack of reaction only served to annoy her more. "Ugh," she huffed and stalked out of the expansive living room. Now she wanted more than anything to get ready for that party and just let loose with Caroline but for the life of her she (of course) didn't know which room all of her stuff was in. So she headed for the room she was usually resigned to in the Salvatore abode: the library. With its cushy arm chairs and crackling fire, it wasn't so bad. She rubbed her temples gently as she entered the room and then gasped when she looked up.

Floor to ceiling, a whole wall's worth of bookshelf was dedicated to holding countless numbers of Grimoires. As she got closer, she saw that some were so old and dusty the spine looked close to disintegrating, and some were so new that she wondered how they'd got a hold of them.

Breathlessly, she ran her fingers along the edges of the books before she sensed an ominous presence in the room. Her dark hair bounced off of her shoulders as she turned and it was none other than the infamous hybrid standing on the wooden platform.

"Trouble in paradise?" he gloated.

Bonnie scoffed and almost turned back to looking at the Grimoires before she realised how foolish it would be to turn her back to him. "Damon's in the living room," she said icily, remembering they had a common goal in catching the hunter.

"I know. I can hear him," Klaus reminded her, pausing to listen for something her mortal ears could not detect. "Still bickering with Stefan, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't."

"Didn't think so," he smirked.

They stared at each other from opposite ends of the room, an unspoken challenge, before Bonnie had to bite the inside of her cheek firmly to prevent herself from wavering when he flashed up in front of her. She held her head high resiliently and fought the urge to cower. He needn't remind her that without her powers he could break her, all too easily.

"Hm. Not so snarky now we've lost our magic now, are we?" he teased, seeming to know exactly what was on her mind.

"And whose fault is that?" she snapped back. The words were out of her mouth before she could train herself to shut up.

Klaus nodded in admittance but of course he didn't look apologetic at all. In fact, he actually looked almost smug. "Well, my offer still stands, Bennett. Let me know when you change your mind."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bonnie stated coolly, as if she were playing dumb. Of course she genuinely didn't know but if she played her cards right Klaus would take the bait.

Klaus took another step closer, which Bonnie wasn't all too comfortable with. He was one of the many vampires that didn't seem to understand the concept of personal space and at this point she could smell the annoyingly pleasant cologne emanating from him.

He smiled, showing the dimples that should belong to no serial killer and Bonnie tensed.

"The dumb act doesn't suit you, love. It's only a matter of time before you get yourself killed saving the lives of your impotent friends. You should join the winning team before it's too late."

She narrowed her eyes. "You tried to kill me."

She couldn't be bothered to specify which time since he had made multiple attempts.

"If I remember correctly it was you that tried to kill me first," he reminded her half-seriously, "it was mere self-defence."

Bonnie exhaled through her nose furiously. "Just go kill the hunter and get out of town before we figure out another way to take you down."

The playful smile washed away from his face and for a moment Klaus looked simply disappointed. "You could have it all, Bonnie," he shrugged and then lowered his voice to a deep whisper, "I've been around for a thousand years, love. I know some of the most powerful witches on Earth that could help you with your little lost magic problem. You might consider it wise to…'get out of town' with me."

Before Bonnie could smite his outrageous offer he had disappeared in the blink of an eye. Her hair flew up from the quick displacement of air and she distantly heard a short commotion downstairs as Klaus must have made his being there known to Stefan and Damon. For an unknown amount of time she stood glued to the spot as the hybrid's words echoed in her mind.

She shook her head. She wanted to believe he was lying but it was common knowledge that Klaus, along with the rest of The Originals, knew many witches. They often used them at their disposal after all. She pushed away the part of her mind that argued that Klaus' offer might be the only way to get her powers back. If getting her powers back meant turning into Greta 2.0 then it wasn't worth it.

…Right?

"Bon?"

She looked up to see Stefan leaning against the doorframe staring at her curiously. She struggled to gather her slipped composure before walking over to him.

"Party time?" she smiled.

He grinned back. "You bet."

...

"You know, there's fashionably late, and then there's this," Bonnie pouted with her arms folded as she watched Stefan perfect his hair in the antique mirror. No wonder it always looked so good – took him a near-lifetime to do it.

Stefan laughed as he turned away from his reflection and strode towards his girlfriend. When he reached her, he pushed her pin straight hair over her shoulders gently and let his hands fall down slowly to rest on her hips. "Since when have you been so eager to get to a party?"

"Since Caroline threatened to whoop my ass if I didn't," Bonnie replied. "And since I don't have my powers anymore I am at her mercy," she joked.

"Looks like you're at mine too then." Stefan whispered huskily; she became more aware of the heat of his hands on her body. She was getting no better at keeping calm whenever Stefan made any move on her that could be deemed as above platonic but she found she was learning to…accept it better. A few days ago Stefan's hands on her would have caused her to quite literally run in the opposite direction. At least now she could act normal and keep from hurting his feelings all the time.

She hummed quietly in understanding as his hands travelled further south. Their eyes remained trained on each other and neither dared to look away and break the spell. Bonnie knew she had to stop him, soon, but she allowed herself just a few seconds to revel. It was plain as day to anyone that Stefan resembled that of a Greek God and she was only human. She harboured secret desires like any other, so for a precious few moments she let herself relax – well, as much as she could. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart rate was skyrocketing; she could sense Stefan knew because of the telling predatory look in his eyes. It should have scared her but it didn't; it made her feel wanted.

She cleared her throat when she sensed he was about to lean in, scoop her up and throw her onto his bed. "We're late."

"It can wait," he said huskily.

She gulped when Stefan used his hold on her ass to lift her up. The world tilted for a moment before her back hit a wall which half a second before had been several metres away.

He swallowed her shocked squeal with a deep kiss that she eventually melted into, against her resolve. Stefan pulled her as close as humanely possible, meshing their bodies together so tightly that Bonnie could feel his growing arousal pressing against her thigh. She panted for air as he pulled his lips away from hers only to kiss her neck hungrily, making up for all the lost time over the past few days. Bonnie unintentionally let out a small sigh of pleasure in the brief moment of bliss before squeezing her eyes shut determinedly. It couldn't go on, she knew it shouldn't – couldn't. She pushed her small hands against his lean shoulders. Stefan pulled away but kept her held against him.

"Bonnie…" he began, "it's been weeks."

Her eyelashes batted repeatedly as a hot flush ran up her neck and to her cheeks. "Has it?" she mumbled.

Stefan frowned and all of a sudden his happy demeanour was gone. He let her down carefully and ducked his head down to Bonnie's height; she was doing a good job of not looking him in the eye. "Yes, it has." He took hold of her chin gently and pulled her face up to look at him. "We haven't been together since…since you lost your powers…" It suddenly dawned on him and Stefan looked down at Bonnie again only this time with a sad understanding. "When you lost your powers, you lost your confidence. That's what this is all about, isn't it?"

Bonnie didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. Letting Stefan believe that was certainly better than the truth. Her eyes welled up with hot tears unwillingly and Stefan pulled her in for a hug but this time she wasn't crying about her powers.

How she was going to get out of this situation, she didn't know. Although she knew Stefan would never pressure her into anything, the situation was delicate. She'd be a liar to say she hadn't thought about it in the past – he was a beautiful man – but thinking and doing were two different things, and the guilt alone was enough to scare her off. What if she woke up one day and everything was back to the way it was?

Stefan pulled her out of the hug gently to cup her tear stained cheeks. "Bonnie, I love you no matter what. You know that. We'll get through this together, I promise."

…

"Seriously, where the heck is Bonnie?" Caroline frowned, "do you think I should call her?"

"Nah," Elena said as she leaned against a kitchen counter, "she'll be here eventually. She's coming with Stefan and you know how long it takes for the guy to do his hair."

Caroline snorted and laughed, "True."

"So where's Tyler?" Elena asked as she craned her neck to look over the crowd of teenagers. Bonnie and Stefan were coming through the front door holding hands. "They're here."

The two baby vampires made their way over to the front door still in conversation. "Trapped in his house, with some other hybrids," Caroline rolled her eyes, "Klaus wants him protected from the hunter."

Elena rose a brow. "You know, sometimes Klaus logic goes right over my head. He wants to preserve the hybrid race so he calls in more hybrids to put themselves in danger, for Tyler, his least loyal hybrid?"

Caroline shrugged. "Beats me."

As Bonnie, Stefan, Caroline and Elena reached each other, the girls all pulled in for a three-way hug whilst Stefan stood to the side and grabbed a drink out of some random dude's hand.

"This is mine now," he compelled. The young guy nodded hypnotically and wandered away.

Bonnie pulled away from Caroline and Elena and frowned at Stefan who was slurping beer from the red plastic cup. "Hey," she grabbed the drink out of Stefan's hand.

"Wha-? I was drinking that!"

"Since when was it okay for you to compel random people?" Bonnie chastised.

Stefan shrugged.

"They're people, Stefan, remember? Not puppets! I swear sometimes lately you remind me of…"

Stefan's posture stiffened and his jaw locked in place. "Who?"

She looked at him in the eyes sternly. "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

"Damon," Stefan stated, "I remind you of Damon."

Bonnie sighed. "All I'm saying is, one year ago you would have never done that."

Stefan took the cup out of Bonnie's hand and drank from it again. "People change," he said dryly before walking away.

Bonnie stared at his back until he went round a corner and sighed. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Caroline.

"He'll come around. It's only because he knows you're right," she said quietly.

"I wish I wasn't," Bonnie sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "I need to use the bathroom so I'll be right back…but in the meantime you guys can entertain yourselves with this…"

Caroline and Elena's eye lit up as Bonnie pulled a bottle of Macallan whiskey from her bag.

"He. Is. Going. To. Kill. You." Caroline stated in reference to Damon, as she took the expensive drink out of Bonnie's proffered hand.

"Believe it or not, it was one of the less expensive ones," Bonnie grinned before skipping away in search of a toilet.

It took a ten minute wait in a line of annoying intoxicated teenagers but eventually Bonnie got into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Finally alone, Bonnie slumped against the nearest wall and rubbed her head. Her altercation with Stefan had caused more stress than she'd let on to the girls. She hadn't meant to insult him but deep down she knew she only said it because it was what she truthfully thought. Stefan had always been the brother to have respect of human free will and ever since he came back from his road trip with Klaus he was never the same. Yet, who could blame anyone from being a bit damaged after spending the summer with the psychopath of the century – no – millennia?

Bonnie stood up straight and walked over to the full length mirror in the glamorous bathroom. Rebekah had good taste, she'd give her that. She leaned in close to the mirror and smudged any rogue eyeliner with the tip of her finger before ruffling up the curls of her hair a little more.

She suddenly froze as her hand ran across her smooth hair. Bonnie blinked furiously at the dishonest reflection and looked down at her shoulders; her hair was straight right now.

When she looked back up at the reflection again she startled and stepped away but the reflection didn't move. It was closer than it should be too; looking as if she were almost pressed against the very surface.

Bonnie stared wide-eyed as her reflection blinked emotionlessly and opened its mouth. "I want my life back, Bonnie."

A loud knock on the door alarmed her and she inadvertently gasped. Bonnie looked at the door as the knocking continued quickly and incessantly before looking back at the mirror again. This time she saw a scared, straight-haired girl with a single trail of blood trickling from her nose.

"Bonnie? Bonnie! Are you in there?"

Bonnie lifted a shaking hand to wipe away the blood. "Yeah Caroline, it's me."

"You have to get out here, something's wrong with Stefan," Caroline yelled over the pounding music.

"What?" Bonnie rushed over to the door and as soon as she flicked the lock off Caroline thrust it open. "What do you mean?"

Words evaded Caroline so she desperately grabbed at her friend's hand and tugged her out of the bathroom. "I managed to get him into my car," she explained, "but it's bad. It's…it's like he's come down with a fever or something; I don't understand."

They rushed out of Rebekah's beautiful new bachelorette home without looking back. When they finally reached Caroline's hybrid, which was parked over the street, Elena jumped out of the passenger seat. "Stefan's lying down in the back," the doppelganger stammered as her two friends approached.

Bonnie's steps slowed to a halt a few yards away from the car as a prickling dread swarmed over her. Caroline spared her a frightened glance before opening the back door of her car.

Stefan was lying down over the seats with a hand over his throbbing head but forced himself to sit up when the girls began to crowd around. His eyes rolled over all of their faces lethargically until they laid onto the dark-skinned, green eyed beauty that was the only girl in the world who he loved.

"Bonnie," he rasped. He took shallow breaths and tried to finish the sentence but the simple notion of it felt like too much energy.

The girl in question gulped as she hurried to Stefan's side. "What happened, Stefan?"

Stefan's head lolled back onto the head rest. His brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton wool. Everything he heard was somehow heightened, even more than everything already was, yet managed to be muffled and out of focus at the same time. And the fatigue, that was the worst. The blood in his veins was flowing so sluggishly even the slightest movement made him out of breath. "I don't…know," he gasped.

"Oh my God," Caroline murmured.

Everyone, even Stefan looked up at Caroline expectantly as her bright blue eyes widened in horror.

"What is it, Caroline?" Elena asked.

"It…it looks like – he looks like he's…"

Bonnie looked at Stefan's pale pallor and his growing unawareness. "Oh God. The Hunter. Damon said he had werewolf venom."

"But how?" Elena began.

"It doesn't matter," Bonnie said. She climbed into the backseat with Stefan and let him rest his head on her lap. "We have to get back to the boarding house."

Caroline nodded. "Okay, I'll drive."

"No," Bonnie grabbed her wrist before she could walk around to the driver's seat, "You have to go and find Klaus. Persuade him to give Stefan his blood to cure him."

Caroline frowned and laughed. "What makes you think Klaus will listen to me?"

"Well he has a thing for you, right?" Bonnie shrugged.

"Since when?" Caroline snorted, "It's you that's got his original panties in a twist. Guess after we took out Greta he's been looking for a new witch slash sex partner," she added in disgust.

Bonnie pulled a face. This alternate world would never cease to amaze her (if by amaze you mean seriously freak out). "Let's just get to the boarding house before Stefan starts having hallucinations."

…

Klaus waited patiently for The Hunter to wake up from unconsciousness inside the man's high tech trailer. It was easy to have patience when you were immortal, so even in this intriguing situation he didn't find it difficult to remain calm.

Connor's eyes snapped open and he jolted up from his laid down position as soon as he realised he should be dead right now. He should be a martyr, blown to smithereens along with Damon Salvatore and…what was it had Shane called him? Oh yes, Niklaus Mikaelson.

As soon as the dark man sat up Klaus reached out to shove him back down again roughly, which caused Connor to moan in pain from the various bruises and cuts that marred his body. Klaus smirked and tugged at the lapels of his jacket as he loomed over Connor, satisfied with the man's confused expression.

"You saved me," Connor said as he glared up at the British devil in the form of a handsome man. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Congratulations; you just became worth to me more alive than dead," the hybrid smiled. "And truthfully, I didn't want to be the one responsible for killing you. The Hunter's Curse is not something I'd like to take upon again."

Connor broke eye contact with Klaus briefly before remembering something The Original had said just before his suicide attempt. "What did you mean when you said I was one of The Five?"

The ever present smirk on Klaus' face vanished for once in stark realisation. "You don't know your own history?" Klaus lowered himself to kneel at Connor's level. Connor watched his every move. "Well let's just say it's made you the most well protected vampire hunter in town."

A devious smile began to etch its way onto Klaus' face again before they were interrupted by the vibrating of a mobile phone. The thousand year old man pulled a top-of-the-range phone out of his pocket and raised his eyebrows in unmasked surprise.

"Bonnie Bennett," he grinned down the phone and rose up again to his full height, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Connor watched a number of expressions cross over Klaus' face, which was all he had to go by seeing as he couldn't hear what was being said on the other end. He recognised the name Bonnie Bennett…her name rang a bell and sparked an itch in his mind.

"Oh well that is a shame isn't it love," the hybrid said gravely, but his voice lacked true sincerity and care.

Bonnie Bennett…Connor repeated the name over and over in his mind until finally it clicked. Atticus Shane himself had mentioned her; she was the girl that was so important to him, the witch that the eccentric professor so had desperately wanted to be alive. I was unsuccessful in killing her… Connor wasn't sure whether he was glad of this or not. The girl could easily come after him for revenge. Not that he was scared of her – he just had bigger, more pressing things to worry about. Like the immortal maniac standing before him.

"Tell you what, sweetheart. I'll be over soon and perhaps we will be able to come to an…arrangement." Insert – devious smile, dimples and all – here. "I just have to tie up a few loose ends first."

Klaus finally took the slick phone away from his ear and grinned like the cat that caught the canary.

Bonnie gently pressed a cold flannel to Stefan's sweltering forehead. The hallucinations had started and it was only due to his weak feverish state that Bonnie was able to keep him under control. She had allowed him to rip his way through several blood bags but refused to permit him any more because Stefan was characteristically unstable when it came to his bloodlust.

Bonnie let out a breath of relief when Stefan's eyes drifted shut; she could tell he was in a dream filled sleep because his eyes moved rapidly underneath closed lids and he muttered incoherent words occasionally. She gripped onto his hand worriedly. He was slipping away. He had managed to consume a considerable amount of the poisoned beer before the werewolf venom began to take effect.

"Come on Klaus," Bonnie muttered under her breath desperately between a bit lip. She was determined to stay strong, to not cry. Deep down, she still believed that Stefan wasn't hers, that she had no right to him. However that didn't mean that she still didn't care for him, especially after the past week. She'd lost most of her family, some of her friends and the larger the list grew, the larger the gaping hole in her aching heart.

"Well he doesn't look too good now, does he?"

Bonnie startled and wiped away a single treacherous tear that had managed to escape and slip down her cheek. She stood up from the bed but kept her hand locked in Stefan's.

"You came," she croaked.

Klaus quirked a brow. "Well, you called."

Bonnie thought now would be a good time to smile but she couldn't find it in her to do so.

"Klaus?" a tired voice rasped from beside her.

Bonnie knelt down again to Stefan so fast it looked like she'd been electric shocked. "You're awake. He's here to heal you," she told him reassuringly.

"Wouldn't be so sure about that, love."

A chill trickled down her spine at Klaus' cold words. "W-what?" she asked, her voice nearing on shrill. "You know that you're the only one that can heal him, Klaus. Please."

Klaus smiled in victory. He did so love it when people came crawling back to beg for mercy. "And what would you have done if I were no longer here? Hm? If you and your friends had succeeded in ridding the world of me? Let's play that game now, shall we?" he tormented viciously.

He sensed his slipped composure scared the powerless witch but she did a good job of pretending it didn't.

"What do you want from me?" Bonnie asked regretfully as she stood to his height. Well – as close to his height as she could get. He towered over her even despite her advantage of heeled boots.

"Well, isn't this an interesting turn of events?" Klaus closed the gap between them. "What was it we were talking about earlier?"

Bonnie gulped.

He leaned in to whisper menacingly into her ear. "Now I would definitely consider it wise for you to get out of town with me."

She jerked away from him quickly.

"Don't do it, Bonnie."

She had almost forgotten Stefan was there in the room with them for a moment. "You did it for Damon," she reminded him without taking her eyes off of Klaus.

"She doesn't have any other choice," Klaus stated. He smirked before suddenly raising his wrist to his mouth and ripping into it with his sharp razor fangs. His glowing amber eyes stared at her and he showed the double punctures to her. They were slowly but surely healing. "Going once…"

Bonnie turned to stare at Stefan's nearly lifeless body and then back to the wounds in Klaus' inner arm that were now nearing the size of pin pricks.

"Going twice…"

"Okay! Okay, yes I'll do it!" she cried at the last second.

The corner of Klaus' lip quirked upwards victoriously.

"You do everything I say and I save your boyfriend. That's the deal."

"Bonnie, no…" Stefan managed to barely utter.

"Yes," she whispered brokenly, "just save him. Now. Please."

Klaus grinned widely showing his dimples and fangs. It was an incredibly juxtaposed sight. He began to walk over to the bed towards Stefan, biting into his arm again to widen the wound, before perching on the edge of the bed.

"Open wide, Rippah…"

I'll do everyone a favour and remind that Klaus wanted Connor alive to he could get the cure to turn Elena human again so he could create more hybrids. I've since revisited this story in the hopes of coming back to it (circa 2016) and struggled for a moment to remember myself. With the knowledge I have of the series now vs what I did when S4 was only halfway through, I'll prob be changing the course of the story a bit. Cus realistically who gave a fuck about s4 lol. So yea I'm gonna veer off from canon pretty much from now on.

Lots of love xxxxxx