I deeply apologize to those who have been waiting for this update. I've been slacking on fanfic writing, especially with school work piling up. Heads up, this isn't that long. It's more of a filler, to see what the two of them had been thinking after the reveal of the painting. Klaus gets more thinking time(a lot of OOC) in this than Bon does. Hers will come next chapter. I'm sorry that they don't really have any scenes together, but like I said it's a filler. I hope it holds everyone over until next time. (=

The look on her face was what one could only call priceless. There were very few things that could render Bonnie speechless, but what her eyes were staring at this moment made any attempt at words non-existent. She stared at the painting for what felt like centuries until a shaking made her come back to reality.

"Bonnie! Hey!" Caroline snapped her fingers.

Bonnie blinked, turning her head away from the piece of art. "Yeah?" It was as if she had forgotten what she just witnessed.

"Come on, let's get you home. We have some, well a lot of things to talk about." She pushed her friends stiff form to the door, but was stopped by him.

"Everything alright? You two look like you've seen a ghost."

Caroline seemed to be thinking a bit before she cleared her throat and composed herself. "We're fine. Bonnie's just been a little...stressed lately, ya know with finding out about Esther and all."

Klaus didn't seem to be convinced, but left the issue alone. "Well then, I hope you feel better, love. Goodnight."

Bonnie was still unable to say a word as she stood staring into space trying to understand what was happening. 'What. The. Fuck. How is this possible? No no it's not possible. This is wrong. Then again, it was Grams who told me. She wouldn't lie to me about anything...'

"Goodnight." The girls turned to leave, but Caroline was just too curious and had to know. "That painting, your name's on the bottom. You painted it, right?"

"Why yes, I did."

"Huh. What kind of tree is that?" She was genuinely curious, but for a different reason than Klaus seemed to know about.

He looked to the painting as if admiring it. "That is an Acacia tree. Found in such places as Australia and Argentina. This one is one that I came upon in Africa. There's is much meaning behind these types of trees, but one stood out to me. Immortality. The red and white flowers you see represent life and death, birth and rebirth. I'm sure you can see the appeal." He chuckled at the joke, but Caroline seemed to grow more worried. She decided it was time to finally leave.

Bonnie stood and listened, seemingly ignoring the nervous grip her friend had on her arm. All she could think about was how everything seemed to line up with what Grams told her. "He is closer than you think."

"You'd probably go as far to say you hate him."

It made sense to her now. Who Grams was talking about. It's him. Klaus Mikaelson, devious, menacing, sociopathic hybrid, was Bonnie's...soul mate? She could feel her temperature rising, and the sudden need to get the hell out of there. "Come on Caroline, let's go. Now." She didn't even the spare the hybrid a look nor did she notice the confusion written are over his face. It was all simply too much for her to handle at the moment. Of all the people in the world fate had to put her with him. Sure, he's the most beautiful man she's ever seen. Yeah, he has a voice that makes her legs melt beneath her. But that doesn't mean she'd allow herself to actually date him, let alone fall in love with him. 'But Grams said it needs to happen. It's meant to happen.' It's meant to happen. 'He needs you.' Maybe she could change him; not completely, but make him better. Could someone like Klaus change like that, though? He's spent almost a thousand years being his same vicious self; why would he alter everything now, especially for her? He wouldn't do a damn thing for her, except kill her. She's sure he'd never give her the time of day even if she did want to date him. She's never been the best with guys, and those are just the ones at school. So she's positive she could never land someone as handsome and charming as him. 'That's someone for Caroline.' Caroline was always gorgeous to Bonnie; she was the perfect blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty; that's what Klaus is too. 'Fate couldn't pair her with him instead?'

The witch growled in frustration, confused at what to do. She hadn't noticed they'd been parked outside her house and Caroline trying to get her attention again.

"Oh I'm sorry Care. I'm just tired; man I need sleep." She nervously laughed. Opening the door she thought she had gotten out of the dreaded conversation. She should have known better when he friend reached over and shut the door back. She had an expectant look on her face.

"Uh uh, oh no you don't. We have to talk about this; you know what I'm talking about."

"Care, I really am tired and I need time to think over all of this."

"So what's your decision?"

Bonnie was confused. Leave to Caroline to not make sense. "What do you mean? What decision?"

"Ya know, the whole thing with Klaus. Are you gonna pursue this or are you gonna leave it alone?"

She sighed, "I don't know. Like I said, I've got a lot of things to think about. I'm honestly in a little bit of shock right now with this new discovery. It's not that I don't believe it; I mean it's Grams, I trust her. But he's Klaus. He's done unspeakable things to all of us, and I don't know how I'd go about looking past that and attempting anything with him. Let's not forget, he has no idea that this is going on, and even if I did choose to pursue him do you really think he'd give someone like me a second look? Well he did flirt with me one night on my porch, but he does that to everyone. Hell, he even flirts with Stefan!" All of it just spilled out of her mouth like lightening; Care had never seen her friend so flustered.

"Can I tell you what I think? I'll say this, then you can go inside and sleep away your frustration. You can ponder over what I've told you, okay?" She had a sympathetic look on her face.

"Go ahead."

"First of all, take all the time you need to sort this out. You don't want to rush into anything no matter what decision you make. With this whole Esther crap happening, maybe that will keep you from losing it over this fate stuff. Now, being the best friend I am to you, I'm gonna tell you what I'd do. I think I'd give him a chance, but I'd take it super slow. Like snail slow. Sure, he's done A LOT of terrible things, but people can change, Bonnie. And if there's anyone who could better him, it'd be you. You are literally the best person I know; you have this amazing ability to make an astounding impression on people, Klaus included. I don't care what you say, you're a beautiful person, inside and out Bon. You doubt that he'd give you a chance? Really, girl? He's the peasant in this, not you!" She manages to get a giggle out of the witch. "See? Right there! There's this light to you, and it spreads whether you believe it or not. Plus, you said you trust Grams. Give it a chance; if it works out then awesome sauce! I fit doesn't, well he can go draw his ponies all his lonesome!" The smile she had put on Bonnie's face made her swell with glee. Every since the supernatural had entered their lives she never got to see her old Bonnie; the giggly best friend with a genuine smile on her face. So any chance she could get to see it was a chance she would take.

"Thank you, Care. You always know what to say. Wow I've got a lot of things to work out now. Who would've thought something more than spells and grimoires would take up my life?" She was now a little more relaxed and less worried thanks to her friend. It was refreshing. "I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight." She smiled and waved.

"Goodnight Bon Bon!"

'What the hell happened there?' He was still confused as to what he had just witnessed with the blonde and Ms. Bennett. Normally he would have brushed it off as teenager acting like, well teenagers. There was something else there though. Something unspoken, but clearly there between the two friends. And it had to do with the painting, he knew. He wasn't an idiot; no one had ever asked him about that painting and for the first to be the blonde, well that wasn't right. It's not that she wasn't smart, but he could tell she didn't appreciate art enough to really give a damn about it. Bonnie, on the other hand, was an admirer of art. He could tell that by the way she observed his home earlier that day. She had an eye for things artistic, so it shouldn't have surprised him that she could not stop staring at the Acacia painting. What did surprise him was look on her face that he could only describe as shock. 'She was so out of it. I don't even think she remembered where she was.' She was so entranced by the piece of art, but as he thought earlier, there was more to it. 'There's something not being said.' And he was gonna make it his mention to found out what it is.

Not that that bothered the hybrid; he'd gladly find his way to the witch. He hadn't been able to keep her off his mind for the past few weeks after the incident he witnessed.

FLASHBACK

The hybrid had decided to stock up on some of his art supplies. It was a beautiful day so he decided to walk. He was minding his business when he heard a commotion coming from his left, the direction of the Grill parking lot. What he saw was nothing short of astounding. He couldn't help, but listen in.

"Dammit Damon, get the hell out of my way. I'm not in the mood for this." She had been walking out the Grill with her take out when the douche Salvatore himself approached her. She had had a pretty bad argument with her dad earlier, so she wasn't in the best mood. To put it simply, she was in bitch mode and Damon was fixing to get the load of it if he didn't move.

"You know I could easily change that mood for you. Get a little Damon in you, you'd be cured of that mood for days. Maybe even months." He had that 'jerk smirk' as she liked to call it.

Klaus watched on and any idiot could see the Salvatore had crossed the line...once again. He just waited to see what the Bennett was going to do for that remark. He was not disappointed when the bottom of Damon's leather jacket started to smoke. He could have put it out had it not been for the aneurism coursing through his brain. Klaus felt something akin to admiration fill him as he enjoyed the show. He had always known of the fire present in the young witch, but every time he saw her take advantage of her gifts, he found himself having not so appropriate thoughts involving her, him, and non-existent clothes. He had never denied that she was gorgeous; in fact he never understand how everyone seemed to want the doppelganger and not Bonnie. But he knew that meant less complications for him; more brats going after the Gilbert left the vixen witch all to himself. He wanted her, he'd gladly admit. He'd just have to find a way to get to her. He knew threatening and manipulation wouldn't fly with her. No, Bonnie was full of good, she had a pure heart. He knew the only way she'd truly respond was if he actually attempted to be 'good' and genuine(of course charming her along the way). It'd be a challenge, but that was his expertise.

END FLASHBACK

The original had a genuine grin on his face thinking back to that day in the parking lot. Bonnie Bennett was something else. He actually hadn't gotten to go through with his plan because around the same time he found out about Esther and her plans. Though, he still manged to keep an eye on her at times. He really hadn't expected to be so forward with her the other night on her porch, especially trying to explain the Esther situation. But she looked so delicious in her outfit and she had put on a perform that mixed so perfectly with the scent of her blood. Then when she had been attacked earlier in the day, the overwhelming scent of her blood almost made him lose control. In all his thousand years of living nothing had made him feel out of control. He was able to stop himself, coming to his senses, and realizing she needed his help.

While he had waited for her to wake, he paced downstairs, actually worrying about the witch. It was strange; he had never felt such protectiveness over a person. The feeling that had ached his chest as he watched her precious skin being into was indescribable. At that moment, he vowed to keep her safe, and to cause unfathomable pain to anyone who dare laid their hands(or fangs) on her. Whether she liked it or not, Bonnie Bennett was now his to protect and to care for. 'Huh. Care? I've never cared for anyone, other than my siblings. How could I be capable of caring for someone other than my siblings and myself? Especially when said someone hates who and what I am?' These new thoughts plaguing his mind made him uncomfortable. He didn't want to care for the witch; they'd try to kill each other. Multiple times. How the hell would they work with him being the monster and her being the saint?

His thoughts were interrupted by the ring of the doorbell sounding through the mansion. He hadn't been expecting anybody, so he was curious as to who came knocking on his door. 'Maybe it's the witch.' He shook his, cursing himself for not being able to keep the green-eyed beauty from his mind. He stopped just before the door, the scent being familiar to his senses. Sage and a bit smokey; he remembered that smell from his human days. He opened the door; what stood before him made his stomach drop. It had been centuries, and yet she still managed to make him vulnerable. He gulped nervously, straightened his back and attempted to give a sense of confidence.

"Hello, Niklaus." She had that endearing smile, but he knew better. He could see the disdain behind her eyes.

"Hello, mother."

Tell me what you think! I know not a lot happened, but I've decided to start speeding things up a bit. So in future updates, expect big things to happen. Especially with the arrival of a certain original witch. Hehe. Next chapter I'm gonna bring in the siblings; they'll have a big family reunion. Plus, Bonnie thinking over what she's gonna do, and I think a little visit from someone special will push her further into a decision. Another thing, this will not be anything like the show except for Esther drawing off the Bennett line. Hope you enjoyed! (=

-T