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Thank you for the love and support you have shown this story, it means a lot! This chapter is a bit long, I apologize if it seems to be too long. A lot happens to our characters here. Let me know what you think! We have some much needed Klonnie moments here. I must warn you all, they will have some rocky times, he will hang in the background sometimes, but he will be there. You will see, if you choose to continue reading this story.
Love is not perfect...True love is Understanding!
The song lyrics included in this chapter are from Sam Smith's I'm Not the Only One... I don't own that XOXO - ElevatedJewel
Chapter 7: Topsy Turvy
An unknown spotlight seemed to surround the woman formerly known as Bonnie Mikaelson. That spotlight brought a deep unsettling feeling in her stomach. Something was up, yet she was still oblivious to what that something was.
Elijah called her asking to have a talk. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to see him, but there was this pull-call it intuition that made her want to meet him at the café by his office.
She fiddled with her fingers nervously over the smooth slightly cracked marble surface of the table as she waited. This is the first time she's seen her ex-husband since that day at the hospital where she refused to allow him to take her home. Of course, being a woman, she was sure to look her best in front of him… with that being said, she put on her favorite little black dress which was semi-modest with three quarter sleeves, a scoop neckline, and mid-thigh length yet it clung to her body like a second skin, along with her favorite black and red wedges, she let her natural curls frame her face wildly.
The brunette's attention was drawn to a tall handsome burly man with noir and mahogany locks that framed his face and boyish good looks. His dark brown eyes flirted with hers. The rolled-up sleeves of his dress shirt revealed both forearms covered in tattoos which went oddly well with the vest, dark washed blue jeans, and leather loafers. The style suited him perfectly as he wore it with confidence. His olive toned blended perfectly with his features. Once their eyes locked Bonnie felt chills rise up her spine as he suggestively licked his lower lip with his eyes smoldering hers.
He was apparently there alone with a copy of Invisible Women of Prehistory: Three Million Years of Peace, Six Thousand Years of War by Judy Foster- A bold choice in reading, especially as a presumably straight, single, handsome man which he'd been reading prior to their meeting each other's gaze.
A blonde waitress swished her hips excessively in his direction whilst placing an ice cream sundae on the table. He paid the worker begging for his attention no mind as he lifted the pit less cherry into his mouth using his tongue to rotate it suggestively before biting into the fruit allowing its sweet nectar to coat his tongue. The flavorful explosion laid on his lips. Bonnies eyes were locked on his tongue as he lapped up the remains.
Bonnie felt her skin clam, her erratic breath consistently catching in her throat. She couldn't help but press her legs together and chew on her lips nervously. The throbbing she felt in her core had her biting back a moan.
He had her right where he wanted her, so it seemed. Placing the stem on a napkin, he picked up the spoon and began licking the ice cream swirling his tongue around the cold delicacy with pleasure filled eyes and low growls. He was sending the brunette a message and proof of her understanding was in the dampening of her panties
It felt so uncharacteristic of her to entertain such tawdry flirtation, yet she couldn't find it in her to deny such a sinful pleasure- she is a single woman after all.
Their ocular concupiscence was interrupted by Elijah's presence as he neared the table his ex-wife was seated at. Bonnie chastised herself as the mere sight of the man she loved for so long caused her to cross her legs together, keeping them joined as her core pulsated in want- he is still the epitome of magnificence and sex appeal. She longed for the day her ardor for him would wane.
Elijah noticed the burly man eyeing his wife, ex-wife that is, and didn't like it one bit. It is all bittersweet, seeing the results of his bad decisions, loosing Bonnie. He still isn't ready to throw in the towel, so he allowed himself to get angry.
His jealousy spiked even more when he noticed how responsive she was being gazing at him with the same hunger. He wouldn't have it, although he knew he was in no position to make demands. So instead he decided to make his presence known by moving from his vantage point and walking towards the lovely brunette waiting for the horrible news he had to deliver.
The reality of the situation left a bitter taste in his mouth- one he won't soon be able to remove.
As soon as he began walking towards her, the brunette's gaze was redirected to him. She took the time to admire her fitted suit clad ex-husband walking with such a strong regal presence that even the wind bowed down to him. Noticing this he allowed his signature smirk to grace his handsome face making the woman waiting for him blush madly.
She admonished herself internally for allowing him to affect her so strongly. The mere presence of the Elijah caused her heart to race amplifying every element surrounding her.
"Mr. Gilbert, I don't believe you've met my wife." Elijah acknowledged the man effectively sending a message to both he and Bonnie- off limits.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at his comment.
"Excuse me" she said sweetly lacing her voice with honey and purring like a kitten towards the fellow. She got up from her chair closing the gap between her and the two men in her proximity and extended her hand towards Mr. Gilbert.
"Bonnie Bennett, Elijah's Ex-wife." Mr. Gilbert turned to Elijah giving him a knowing smirk communicating the fact that the woman standing in front of them is indeed 'free-game' then turned back to Bonnie locking eyes with her and kissing her hand softly allowing his lips to linger just rouse up the recently divorced man next to him.
Bonnie gasped at his attention feeling mildly excited and wary of the tattooed man's audacious behavior. A fuming Mikaelson watched the exchange wanting nothing more than to wedge himself between them. Though his face remained stoic, dark energy surrounded the trio. The brunette fought the urge to smirk at his reaction.
"Jeremy Gilbert. Ex-wife you say?" the wonderful vibrato of bass in his voice made the brunette's toes curl slightly, it complements his mysterious allure very well.
He stroked his chin pensively, never taking his eyes off the woman in front of him nearly tempting her to look away first.
"Well, I never thought I would say this but Mikaelson you have to be foolish. There is no other way you would let such an exquisite beauty slip through your hands. I know if I were so lucky, I wouldn't waste the chance in making this hypnotic angel happy."
The hipster male reached into his trouser pocket reaching for a business card; placing it in her palm, he tickled her skin by dragging a finger down the length of her pale skin before kissing the backside of her hand allowing his lips to linger as he stared deeply into a scope of viridian which allowed him to catch a glimpse of her heart.
Her breath hitched turning her voice into a breathy moan. "Jeremy? The exaltation of the heavens. Is that what you are about?"
Never breaking their eye contact, he smirked huskily saying. "Instead of answering that, I'd much rather show you."
The rosy tint that flushed all over her caramel skin caused the corners of Jeremy's mouth to lift into a fully satisfied smile whilst Elijah seethed at their close contact. Up until now, Bonnie had never experienced such bold advances from the opposite sex. Most of the time she felt barely average compared to all of the beautiful women around her, but slowly her confidence was growing and men like Jeremy and Nik- handsome, intelligent, sexy men- were the exact reason.
Bringing the brunette closer to him, Jeremy whispered "My personal number is there as well Bonnie. Feel free to use it and me as you see fit."
She stared at the daring tattooed hipster with wide jade eyes and nodded briefly until she noticed the increase in the murderous aura coming from her ex-husband. She assumed it was because not only had Mr. Gilbert been incredibly daring in his advances, but she had as well in her responses.
As they bid farewell Elijah threw Jeremy one last warning look before he joined his ex-wife for lunch.
"That is not the way an Mikaelson wife conducts herself." Deep mocha pools narrowed at the woman as he sat down earning a look of pure disdain.
"Need I remind you again that I am no longer your wife?!" Her exasperation was evident in the way her voice changed from warm to frigid but of course this didn't make Elijah flinch in the least. He already knew that this meeting would be absent any pleasantries.
"What is it you just had to tell me that couldn't wait?" Bonnie played around with the rim of the glass of cucumber water in front of her as she not so patiently waited for a response.
There aren't many things that would successfully make Elijah Mikaelson nervous, but this was one of them. The perspiration coating his body had nothing on the steady increase of his heart rate as he steeled his self in preparation for the inevitable.
"There may be a story printed about me and a woman getting married, that's entirely not true."
Bonnie rolled her eyes at the thought. "Well this wouldn't be the first time a woman claimed you. Is this a woman you were intimate with?"
Already knowing the answer, she asked anyway.
"Yes." He reminded himself never to underestimate the brunette, one of things he loves about her most is her astute nature.
"I'm guessing there's more to the story, am I correct?" Impatiently waiting for him to get to the point, she figured she'd move things along.
"You are correct again. Let's just say the woman is familiar."
This made Bonnie arch a fine brow in his direction. Familiar? The thought of someone she knew screwing her husband behind her back made the knots in her stomach tighten.
"Just how familiar is this woman?" She spoke through her teeth pointedly.
He readied himself for the repercussion of his revelation and actions.
Taking a deep breath, he said. "Caroline Forbes"
At the close of his words white noise seemed to envelope the brunette as her conscious mind and spirit left her to look down at her physical form and the man across from her- a man she has given everything to. The only part of her left to occupy her body was her inner self- a part of her she repressed for so long because it hid all of her demons.
When her mind and spirit rejoined her body, they were quickly locked away. Everything she held inside snapped- her last shred of sanity.
In the haze everything slowed down, the world was spinning, the sun seemed to shine overly bright, all the noise around her was mumbled and seemed to be too loud, and the small beads of condensation traveling down the glass of cucumber water seemed to never reach the bottom of the cup. She was utterly confounded by the situation at hand, replaying the words that came out of her ex-husband's mouth: "Caroline Forbes, familiar, a woman I've slept with, Caroline Forbes, familiar, a woman I've slept with, CAROLINE FORBES!" A person who happened to be her best friend.
Her best friend! The air left her lungs, she gripped her chest feeling the imprint of her heart as it slammed into her flesh rapidly. How could he do this? How could they be so cruel? HER BEST FRIEND!
She refused to lose herself, though little did she was already lost. I'm always a lady, but this time I will put him in his place!
She looked at him maliciously and spoke with derision unable to stop the tears from pouring down her face as she stood up to slap him hard enough to leave her hand print.
"You could have had anyone Elijah! Literally! Even if you didn't have your dashing good looks, you are an MIKAELSON any woman would have wanted you. Why me? What have I done so wrong for you to choose me?
I have a fucked up past, but I was there for you. I have always been sincere.
You could have been a nobody for all I care but your time… Time itself that is so precious, invaluable, the one thing we can't ever get back… Your time you gave to everyone but me once I promised myself to you."
Her entire body trembled, and voice cracked containing the immense anger and hurt she felt from his betrayal. At this point she didn't care if she made a scene or if they printed this event in the papers. Anything would be fine to spite the man in front of her and his horrific dishonorable family.
"My past should have told you that I give my all and I'm devoted which I was to you… But how do you pay me? You have a woman who you've kept as a mistress for more than our entire marriage and fuck my FRIEND… MY SUPPOSED TO BE BEST FRIEND YOU GREEDY INSENSITIVE SON OF A BITCH!"
Her voice tightened, the malice never ceasing.
"You are exactly what Damon calls you, an egotistical heartless asshole and for the first time in my life I am ashamed that I ever gave into you.
I could have had so much…"
Her voice raised an octave as she screamed.
"I could have been loved! If I would have known that these were the cards that came with your hand I would have married Damon. He fucked up but I knew he loved me, he didn't have me the way you did, with him I always held back. Even if I didn't give myself to him, I could have married someone like your brother Kol. He liked me when we were in school. I could have tried to give myself…"
Her voice weakened as she spoke barely loud enough to be a whisper.
"… A love where I was always first.
Even if I couldn't feel the same for him, I would have given someone else a chance.
I hate you! I hate you so much for breaking my heart! I hate you for destroying the miniscule hope that I had left that we'd work things out in the end! I hate you because I don't know version of me that doesn't love you… it isn't fair. I don't deserve you, but most of all… you don't deserve me!"
Elijah sat in the chair stunned as she gathered her things. He knew his revelation would cause her distress, but he never thought that things would get so intense. She hates me?!
Before she was able to leave he snapped out of his thoughts and ran after her. Just as she was about to get into her Jaguar Roadster, a hand halted her movements. The tormented look in her eyes shook Elijah to his core; not because he was scared of her physically, but because he was losing her and this time there was little to no hope of getting her back.
It's not every day an Mikaelson swallows their pride and lays it all on the line, but this is an occasion that demanded it. He knows he's selfish- that he's been selfish, she deserves better and always has. He looked into her shimmering emeralds unsure of what to say, he has to say something.
"What I have done is unforgiveable, but I will do everything to make it right. I love you Bonnie, there is no one else I'd want to be with. What can I do to make things right?" His normally emotionless voice trembled, and tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he raised his hand to her cheek. He never allowed himself to cry. Expressing emotions was practically taboo in his family but the guilt that came with the realization of just what he put the woman in front of him through- how it affected her- was simply too much. He was nearing his limit of emotional repression.
She pushed him away once she felt the contact on her skin not noticing he was touching her all along. "There is nothing you can do anymore. As far as I'm concerned you and Caroline can have each other."
She laughed bitterly.
"It's almost like you two were made for each other and it's so sad that it took for you to destroy me completely – that it took you being with everyone else to figure out that you always had what you wanted. You figured it out once you did everything in your power to break us. There is no hope for us Elijah, it's over. I expect you to honor our divorce settlement and vacate the house immediately. The house staff with stay and you will not govern who I accommodate."
"Bonnie, the house is yours. I will still pay the staff. Please, just don't do anything rash. Take some time."
"Oh, so now you want to provide reparations? How noble of you!" She retorted sarcastically.
"Time is what you wanted, and time is what I gave. You took too much time, so I'm taking it away."
Bonnie reached into her small snake skin clutch and pulled out a pair of platinum rings. Looking at Elijah, she felt hollow.
"I won't ever need these again." The brunette placed the rings in his hand, got in the car and drove away leaving the distraught well-dressed Mikaelson gaping at his open hand. He closed his fist over the rings tightly until the turquoise princess cut diamond pierced his skin and smeared blood over it.
As she sped away, she replayed the day's events over and over again still finding it hard to swallow the truth. Feelings like disbelief, anger, hurt- so much hurt, and more anger were ready to erupt from her tiny form. The brunette knew exactly where she wanted to go and who she wanted to see. So, when she ended up in front of the Forbes estate it was no surprise; she was operating on autopilot.
The blonde she was looking for was driving her purple Mercedes convertible through the parting gates. Instead of drawing attention to herself, she decided to follow her to see where she was going. Of course, Caroline was too busy touching up her make-up and finding music on her radio to notice that she was being followed. Bonnie smirked at herself anticipating the confrontation for she has much to say to the blonde driving in front of her scantily clad in what looked like to be a bedazzled bustier leaving her cleavage pouring out with a bolero on top.
If Bonnie didn't love her car, she would have rammed her baby into that disgustingly purple Mercedes. Purple- the color of royalty yet the person over using it is far from it. She's more like a royal concubine.
The brunette ended up following the buxom blonde to a chic boutique that specialized in recreating vintage attire and custom modernization of the Victorian era. Parking her car behind the purple Mercedes, Bonnie exited and casually bumped into Caroline.
"Oh, my goodness, Caroline I'm glad I found you! I've been looking all over for you. I passed by your house and your staff told me you were here. You have to help me find the perfect outfit!" Bonnie spoke overly happy efficiently covering up every bit of negative energy building up inside her threatening to explode all over the fake Barbie standing in front of her.
Her attitude caught Caroline off guard, she certainly expected Bonnie to either ball her eyes out or maybe even smack her. Hasn't she read the paper? Or was Elijah able to get the story removed before it went to press? Perhaps she didn't know at all!
Deciding to play along Caroline joined in on her "friends" excitement curious as to know the change in her mood.
"What are we shopping for?" The blonde spoke in a faux excited tone.
"Elijah and I are getting re-married! We had lunch today and he asked me to elope with him! Just imagine we are leaving New York and moving to London to start a new life. Isn't it exciting?" Bonnie should have won an Academy Award for her stellar performance in convincing Caroline of her fake reconciliation with her ex-husband.
The knots that formed in the blonde's stomach with her words were tightening by the second. The thought of Elijah remarrying Bonnie after they finally got a divorce was like jamming a knife into her tiny heart. She worked so hard trying to break her "friends" marriage up even going as far as hinting towards his infidelity. All she wanted was what she was promised from the beginning by Elijah's family when she was younger and that was to become Caroline Mikaelson. Was that so hard? Love was never in the cards but the desire for more power was still very present and if she didn't successfully procure an Mikaelson husband, she would be disinherited by her father, Bill Forbes.
She was at a loss as to how she should proceed. Stunned by the brunette's words, she remained silent leaving Bonnie to indulge in a very Mikaelson-like smirk.
"Come on Caroline, we can go in my car. I have somewhere I would like to take you!"
Bonnie grabbed the blonde's hand dragging her towards the black Jaguar. It didn't even register for Caroline that she was already heading towards this unknown destination until the car started moving and she felt the cool wind spreading through her hair.
"Where are we going?" She asks deciding to break the quasi blissful silence.
"Oh, I want to show you where Elijah re-proposed to me and I want you to help me pick out a design. The seamstress will be there to meet up with us and as a gift I will have her make you a dress too! I mean what else BEST FRIENDS are for?" Bonnie nearly bit out the words feeling the weight of feigning indifference and joy around someone she wanted to strangle.
Caroline felt very nervous to say the least. Her "friend" seemed to be happier than usual; then again something just seemed to be off.
"So, what did he do to make you forgive everything he has done? I mean, last time we spoke you wanted nothing to do with him. Going as far as to indulge in this sexy handsome stranger whose name you still refuse to give up." Caroline smirked at her own tact. She simple reminded her of why the marriage ended in the first place; perhaps this would suffice in making her call off this ridiculous reconciliation.
"Elijah is such an amazing lover, who knew? I mean all it took was for him to find out about my own affair to make him see that I am as desirable as he is, if not more. You should have seen the rage in his eyes when I told him just how well I was taken care of by another man. Since then, he has become so possessive claiming me everywhere he can. He also opened up about his feelings. He begged me to give him another chance. At this point I don't think any other woman would be able to even touch him." Bonnie smirked triumphantly as she saw Caroline's countenance falter.
"Are you telling me that all it took was sex?" Caroline scoffed.
"No Caroline, not just sex… amazing, mind-blowing sex, along with his tears and giving up his family traditions. He had to sacrifice everything to get me back!" Bonnie spoke in a matter of fact fashion.
"He risked being disinherited by the Mikaelsons?" Caroline whispered.
"Well he was next in line to be patriarch and he refused to have to keep a lover. He knows it would ruin any second chance he'd get with me. I mean he's had a lover since we got engaged but all of that is over."
Finally reaching their destination, Bonnie parked at the curb of a beautiful abandoned park. It was so odd to see such a place void of people in the middle of the day.
Reluctantly, Caroline stepped out of the vehicle following Bonnie to an area that seemed to be filled with different colored trees. Once they were deep in to the forest like area, Caroline began to feel more and more uneasy. Her hands felt clammy as Bonnie's twitched in anticipation. They reached a clearing before Bonnie turned around to face her former friend… best friend.
"Well here we are! Isn't this place lovely?" The brunette put on her most grandiose smile to disguise the bile that threatened to pour from her throat.
"It's nice, I suppose." The blonde pensively eyed the clearing.
"Isn't it fascinating how a place this beautiful is good for a proposal providing such an intimate space where no one would find out what's going on? No one can hear a thing! It's simply marvelous." Brilliant emerald gems sparkle as maniacal laughter filled the air.
"So, when were you going to tell me you were sleeping with my husband?" Bonnie's voice was menacing, her demeanor did a complete 180 and Caroline felt the whiplash of the sudden change.
The blonde refused to be pushed into a corner. She never cared for the brunette- the damn bitch always got what Caroline felt was rightfully hers. Now that the gloves are off, Caroline felt free to tell Bonnie exactly how she feels.
"He was mines first! He was promised to me and then you came into the picture like little miss perfect taking everything away! I was the prettiest girl in school, I had the nicest body, but here you come with your stupid brown skin and green eyes gaining Elijah and Damon's attention and then the rest of those stupid sheep followed." Caroline's eyes narrowed at her rival- not that Caroline would like to admit it, but Bonnie was definitely competition.
"I did nothing but be myself! It's so sad that you couldn't see past Elijah and Damon to all of the guys who were crazy about you like Tyler and Jesse …hell even Meredith had to slap Alaric a few times because he would stare at you! But no, you have to have everything and that's your problem. Elijah never wanted you."
She walked closer to the blonde closing the gap between them trying to gain a hold on the tempestuous feelings the poignant memories of their false friendship evoked.
"Elijah didn't stop seeing Katherine when he started screwing you, he just added you to the list and he still tells me that he'd give it all up for me. He doesn't want you Caroline. Our divorce is not going to help you win his heart so get over it!"
Caroline was fuming; she refused to lose to Bonnie. She had enough. Pushing the brunette with all her might and taking advantage of her falling on the floor, Caroline climbed on top of her hoping to ruin that face that so many seem to love. Before she was able to strike, Bonnie hit her with a straight jab to the chin causing her to fall to the side.
"You are meretricious at best! Did you really think your little shove could give you any advantage over me?" Bonnie's aura quickly dove into the depths of obsidian, never has she exuded such an evil intent.
She grabbed the blonde in front of her and lifted her from the ground only to punch her again, soon the blondes face was met with a barrage of jabs and hooks until the brunette's small fists had splatters of blood all over them. She always knew the blue-eyed beauty was more of a lover than a fighter but she expected more.
'Pathetic'
Bonnie quickly realized she got carried away and had allowed her anger to take complete control over her. She watched as Caroline lay unconscious on the ground which caused her to battle with her own conscience. The jade eyed writer didn't know if she should drop the blonde off to the hospital or leave her to fend for herself, so instead she cleaned herself off, took Caroline's phone and dialed emergency requesting an ambulance at the location. Before leaving her there she threw the phone, so it lay next to the blonde and walked away. For her, this chapter of her life is closed never to be reopened and the friendship she once cherished forever forgotten.
Now that the adrenaline was gone, the days events set in. Her emotions were at a high and her heart contracted painfully in her chest. Speeding off in to the highway, she played around with different radio stations until she found a familiar tune-one that hit too close to home especially in its timing.
You and me we made a vow,
For better or for worst,
I can't believe you let me down
But the proof's in a way it hurts
As the lyrics sank in, tears filled her eyes. The reality of her relationship with Elijah suffocated her, she still loves him; it's hard to let something like that go even with all that has happened it was all so hard.
For months on end I've had my doubts
Denying every tear
I wish this would be over now
But I know that I still need you here
If only a callous would shield her heart from him, she wished there was a way to control the swirl of emotions. Could she not forget she how besotted she was with Elijah? Besotted…that's downplaying it, blindly enamored would be more accurate.
You say I'm crazy
'Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
How does one fall out of love? Are we given a choice? She continued her drive to the mansion the Salvatore's have in Upstate New York. Her vision blurred with the flurry of tears she was unleashing.
You've been so unavailable
Now sadly I know why
Your heart is unobtainable
Even though Lord knows you kept mine
She wondered if she were to blame for the duration of these affairs. Would things have been different if she would have put her foot down years ago? The thoughts alone made her dizzy. To add to her distress, the inner workings of her mind where battling for control- madness trying hard to oppress her pure spirit. Madness awaiting to manifest itself fully as it did when she unleashed her rage on Caroline.
You say I'm crazy
'Cause you don't think I know what you've done
But when you call me baby
I know I'm not the only one
She hardly paid attention to the road, so lost in her own thoughts; so blinded, succumbing to the agony and pain his revelation brought. The knife repeatedly stabbed through her heart cutting it out dreadfully slow, her blood creating the sea they drowned in.
I have loved you for many years
Maybe I am just not enough
You've made me realize my deepest fear
By lying and tearing us up
The crescendo of honking horns snapped her out of her musings. She was already in Westchester County within the Scarsdale city limits. The lights on what was supposed to be the opposite side of the road grew brighter by the minute which is when the brunette realized she was driving diagonally placing her towards incoming traffic. Without much time to react Bonnie put the jaguar in reverse hoping to save herself from the onslaught of cars heading in her direction. In her hazy panic, she didn't realize the cars coming from her side of the road and didn't have time to properly adjust the jaguar back into the lane properly resulting in being hit on her front and back end from both sides of the road. Her car spun out rapidly. Bile rose in her throat as the spinning motion along with her frazzled nerves induced a severe nausea.
In the open space of her mind it registered. This might be the end. Was it all worth it? The jaguar convertible had the top down and continued to spin out of control until it slammed against the railing of the bridge that lead to the Salvatore's upstate abode with enough force to cause her body to break free from the faulty seat belt effectively launching her into the river it covered.
It was all so surreal. One moment she was crying her sorrows away with Caroline's blood on her hands, the next she's fighting the grips of death by trying to remain conscious as the opposing forces of her mind struggled together to protect her.
The roar of a strong engine wasn't heard. The second splash in the water wasn't felt. There was nothing, nothing at all, just a woman drowning in the depths of the river allowing the current to pull her shocked body however it saw fit.
Nik, who was in town meeting with a potential client who needs a caterer for a thematic event, recognized her car immediately. As her body launched into the water, he dialed the emergency number reporting the incident and didn't think twice before he jumped into the river after her. The need to save her surprised even him. He acted on pure instinct and in a way; it left an unsettling feeling in the handsome man's stomach.
The rivers current was mildly strong; but it didn't take long for the unconscious woman to turn into a rag doll. Her beautiful caramel skin highlighted the crystalline water as her body was mercilessly dragged through the current.
Nik's unruly golden curls danced through ravine with each stroke of his strong muscular arms as he willed himself to go faster. His conscience disturbed him, he isn't supposed to feel. He is a master at mimicking emotion, but has he convinced himself that Bonnie means more to him than she really does? Why was he so quick to jump into the water after her? Would it be different if this were a cliff with nothing to await him but a treacherous rocky bottom?
His chest clenched at the thought of Bonnie rejoining the water. In that moment, he viewed her as just that- a part of him- making up 75% of his lean contoured frame. It felt like the very essence of his life force was being ripped away causing his aura to turn dark and feral. With his animal instincts taking over, he doubled his speed with a strong nuclear force darting him forward in attempts to reach her before the current could cause them to drift further apart.
Filled with determination of nearly having her within his grasp, he reached out for her lifeless hand which had small cuts all over it. Lucky for her, the distance between the bridge and the water isn't too vast and the river is deep.
Her hand eluded his grasp as he willed himself to increase his efforts ten-fold. Splashes of water became more and more violent as he swam like a mad man towards her focusing his midnight blue pools on the faint traces of her intoxicating scent- she is no camellia flower, she is Bonnie- a blossom fragrant, delicate, and beautiful and he would not fail her now.
Finally, within reach, he took a hold of her wrist pulling her towards him and lifting her up to the river's bank. With much effort he lifted himself up to assess the damage Bonnie suffered from the fall. She laid there unconscious hardly breathing. Keeping the panic at bay, he tilted her head up by supporting the back of her neck with his hand; he used his other hand to plug her nose and began to perform CPR. He took turns between breaths and pumping her abdomen- his lungs were screaming as he barely had breath himself, but his needs were ignored for the moment the only thing that mattered to him then was ensuring the emerald eyed writers survival.
He thought his efforts were hopeless until the brunette began to regurgitate the river water she was forced to ingest. Gasping for air, she slowly blinked her eyes in attempts to get a clear view of where she was. It all happened so fast and her brilliant mind ironically had a hard time catching up. All she saw was deep blue pools staring at her intently. In the haze, she couldn't register who it was.
"Daammon?" She croaked out with a heavy rasp in her voice barely audible.
It took everything for Nik to remain calm. He has no idea who this Damon fellow is, but the thought of another man to compete with made him want to possess Bonnie; He reasoned with himself that she just escaped death and can't see him clearly. Of course, this didn't mean he was going to allow her to think Damon, whoever he is, was the one who saved her. He would provide her with the necessary clarity and hopefully gain her favor in return.
"It's Nik. Love are you ok?" He spoke in a soothing tone as he inspected her form for any damage, only finding some minor cuts and scrapes.
She kept blinking her eyes until she was able to see those deep murky sapphire orbs that normally have a mischievous twinkle in them only to find that they looked softened and concerned. She wasn't sure what caused him to jump in after her, but she was grateful and deeply touched.
After Elijah's revelation she had been feeling immensely insignificant. Her emotions were all over the place and all she wanted was for someone to make her feel special.
Nik analyzed the meaning behind her vacant countenance as realization dawned on him. This was the perfect opportunity for him usurp his brother's place in her life. Surely Elijah's reckless abandonment completely disregarding her devotion was the reason behind her accident- something had to have happened between them and while the man possessing deep indigo irises didn't know exactly what that thing was, he knew that he would take full advantage to tip the scale in his favor.
He suppressed the desire to smirk as sweet victory never felt closer. The awakening of something far more primal than passion-the ardent desideratum to consume her- a display of his rule over her, he would finally teach Elijah the true meaning of deprivation. Pensively looking over at Bonnie he thought, she'll be so caught up in who she thinks I am that she won't be able to abscond me.
She sat up, still shell shocked, shivering with wide eyes finally allowing her brain to process all that just happened. I crashed my car and I guess the impact had enough force to not only break the seatbelt but also launch her in the air causing her to land in the river. What's even crazier is that somehow Nik was around and jumped in to save me?! Viridian orbs scanned the area trying to make sense of it all- her brain didn't seem to offer any cooperation.
Cinnamon scented breath wafted her nose; there was warmth in Nik's presence and after feeling so cold, it was exactly what she needed. Weakly she touched his hand drawing his attention to her. "Please, take me to the Salvatore's Estate." Her voice still low and raspy, it felt as though sandpaper rubbed against her vocal cords.
"I dialed 911 prior to jumping in after you. It's best if they look at you first." Lifting her up bridal style, the brunette nodded her head before she allowed its weight to rest against the tall tan broad shoulder supporting her.
Esther Mikaelson considered herself to be a good judge of character but lately she has not only been questioning her judgment, but her choices as well. The request she made for her son Nik's background was expected to be full of things she already knew- things her dear aunt had told her- however this was not the case.
It seems like she had been lied to and perhaps it was indeed too late to help her child out. What should I do? He would know what to do. She was sure the wise blonde male would know what to do about this. One thing's for sure, she has to watch out for Elijah and Bonnie for there is more to Nik than meets the eye.
Reaching into her purse, she called the one person she could trust- the man who had been invading her mind for years- Ansel.
'Ring, Ring'
Her heart raced as she waited with bated breath to hear that lively timbre.
"Esther?"
"Ansel, we need to talk?"
"I don't understand what we have to talk about. Are you in trouble? Has Mikael hurt you?"
She laughed dryly at his response.
"He can't hurt me anymore than he already has. I think we both are in trouble and it's my fault, but I really can't tell you over the phone. How soon can we meet?"
"You're starting to worry me." He sighed scratching the back of his head.
"Give me a few days and I'll be there. I must settle somethings here.
Esther, I will see you soon. PLEASE, be safe" His was comforting voice and full of concern.
"I will!" She bit back a sob knowing that what's to come is all her fault.
Just as she was hanging up the phone, it rang again.
"Hello?"
"Esther…"
"Nik?"
"Yes, I need you to come to the Salvatore's Estate in Upstate."
"Why are you -?"
"She had an accident and I need you here. Now stop with the foolish interrogation and get over here!"
He hung up the phone without allowing her as much as a response.
Hastily, she grabbed her keys and ran towards her car as she sent Elijah a text message.
From: Mom
To: Elijah
Bonnie was in an accident. I'm driving up to Lilly's upstate residence.
The crimson Mercedes speed through the expressway en route to see her daughter in law.
What is Nik up to?
Elijah was sitting at his desk, files left unattended, voicemail full, and his entire office a mess. Red circles rimmed around his eyes, he's never felt to hollow in his life. Somehow, he embraced the pain for he wasn't the type of man to cry, especially over a woman. Yet, Bonnie isn't just any woman; she is THE WOMAN, the only woman and knowing the heartache he put her through made him sick. It's only fitting for him to feel equally despondent.
The shimmering princess cut diamond ring he had specially made for her cut into his flesh as his grip tightened around it. All he could think of were the words engraved inside "Beyond my last breath" and his that read "Love forever kept". There is no way he can feel whole without her.
He vowed to himself he'd do everything to keep her in his life. Even if he had to sit back and protect her as she explored her options with other men. He'd show her that he can be and is the man she needs in her life- the only one who can love her with every bit of his essence.
The vibrations of his cell brought him out of his musings. The text he received from his mother had him out of his chair and out of the office within seconds. Bonnie needs him, and he will be there for her even if she doesn't want him at the moment.
Elena Gilbert always considered herself to be quite the philanthropist always priding herself in her innate ability to help others. Today her project was giving the otherwise homely Anna a drastic makeover- one that would knock the socks off of whoever she's interested in!
Always the trend setter, Elena decided the first thing that had to be done was changing those horrid bi-focals for some nice contacts. One can barely appreciate Anna's sparkling dark eyes through those things.
To Elena's dismay, the optometrist told her the contacts wouldn't be ready for a few days, so she settled for a sleeker pair of stylish thin bifocal frames. It was an instant improvement!
She rushed Anna to the hair salon where they actually conditioned her hair, cut all of those horrible split ends, plucked her eyebrows to add definition to her face, and gave her an amazing facial. Elena, being known for her fashion sense and willingness to spend copious amounts of money on a single spree, had the girls working overtime giving Anna and Mani-Pedi whilst prepping her for a full body wax.
Anna, while being very grateful to Elena for her efforts in helping her, was dizzy from all of what she would call abuse to her body. Whenever she would complain, Elena would simply reply "Beauty is pain and if you want this guy, this pain might bring you pleasure!" The dowdy brunette's cheeks turned bright red at her statement not to secretly wanting her words to manifest.
After a very long salon visit, she still hadn't been able to see her new look. Elena explained that it wouldn't have the same effect unless she could see the whole picture.
"Really Anna, it's like seeing a painting before it becomes a masterpiece. Just be patient, we're going to get you some clothes and your guy will just have to ask you out." Elena walked happily towards her favorite boutique dragging Anna along with her.
A beautiful woman with thick wavy raven hair and wise eyes approached them immediately embracing her regular client.
"Elena, it's always good to see you! Is this the young woman you were telling me about?"
"Yes! Sarah, I'd like to introduce you to Anna. As you can see, she needs help with her fashion choices and there is no one I trust more than you to do it!"
"She needs more than help but based on the picture and measurements you gave me a lot of improvements have been made already. Just look at her face! You can actually see it and those eyes are stunning!"
"Umm guys, can you at least pretend like I'm here and can hear you talking about how horrific I am."
"Oh honey, use 'was' that's all past tense. Once I show you the clothes I picked out you will see you have become quite the looker."
Anna began to feel quite nervous about her predicament. She didn't know how to feel because she couldn't see how she looked. All she knew is that she had nothing but improvement ahead of her.
Sarah rushed Anna to the dressing room as Elena stood looking out the store window. Thoughts of her eternal lover surfaced. 'Oh how perfect life would be if she and Matt would have gotten married. Surely she is more interesting than April.'
From her peripheral she sees a flash of black and blonde. The combination of colors guided her outside of the boutique, across the street to a baby's furniture store. She pressed her beautiful face to the window and there stood Matt and April. Matt had his hands locked around April's engorged abdomen, a big smile decorating his face. His lips pressed against her temple and at that very moment Elena's heart broke.
He promised her his heart forever, he told her that no matter what be it the arranged marriage or family duty and no other woman would replace her in his heart. He will never love anyone but her- she held on to those words for so long. She realized it was now her turn to face reality and recognize that the trysts she shared, her mistress mentality, was nothing more than a means to deflect the pain knowing he belonged to someone else. Life lessons aren't always easy, in fact, they are often cruel.
Esther arrived at the estate with the family doctor – Meredith Fell in tow. Nik was waiting by his motorcycle, a cigarette nestled between his lips, furiously letting out clouds of smoke. He glared at Esther.
"It took you long enough, Esther. Had Bex been in town, I would have called her. Unlike you she knows how to show up for an emergency." The fury in his aura was felt in the air.
The lovely Mikaelson Matriarch looked at her son with indifference. Now wasn't the time to entertain such little temper tantrums. In her opinion, the time he had vested in Bonnie is meaningless compared to how her and Elijah have been in her life.
Meredith being the outspoken woman she is turned to Nik with a hard stare.
"While I'm here, you will respect your mother unless you want to kiss the pavement. The only reason you aren't right now is because you did help save Bonnie. Your machismo is unwelcomed!"
Nik momentarily shook, the killing intent oozing off of this honey haired woman in front of him was strong, but he wouldn't be the man he is if he allowed his self to be intimidated by such meaningless drabble.
"Just do your job and make sure she's ok. The rest is irrelevant." His voice was low and menacing. The midnight blue eyes flushed with a deep red mirroring the progression of the twilight into morning. Hot and cold has always been his style and he refuses to change for anyone.
Meredith glared at the handsome young man who was putting his best effort in being intimidating. To her he was way out of his league in his attempts to rattle her. She had no more time to waste entertaining his immaturity. Bonnie is her number concern right now and from the accident report she received, the brunette is lucky to be alive and kicking.
Elijah arrived shortly after Meredith and Esther. His face flushed, hair disheveled, stress lines marred his handsome face. Before he opened the door, he couldn't help but notice his brother's stupid motorcycle sitting in front of the estate. What is he doing here? Was all he could think? All he needed to make matters worse was Nik helping himself to an advantageous position in Bonnie life taking full advantage of the mess he's once again made of things.
The thought of his beloved's accident being his fault was not foreign, in fact, it was painfully present in his mind at the moment. His body trembled in agony as perspicacity hit him- in this situation, he is positively fucked! Would Bonnie even want to see his face after this?
He could strip his self of every comfort his life has afforded him, and it still wouldn't atone for the contempt he's shown her. Of course, this didn't mean that Elijah was going to let Nik move in like the opportunist he's shown himself to be.
For Elijah, his half-brother isn't even close to being worthy of a woman like his wife and he would see to it that no one unworthy would get close to his woman. Even if it killed him, from now on he vowed to do everything right by her even if it cost him his life.
He took a deep breath before he entered the house. Opening the door, the first thing that caught his eye was the glare his mother was sending in the direction of said younger sibling. For the Mikaelson it was unheard of to see such expression on a gentle kind soul like his mother. The woman is the embodiment of philanthropy, caring for others more than herself.
Granted Elijah was very disappointed when he found out about his mother's affair and love child. However, once he sat down and thought about it he realized just how much it must have hurt for her to separate from her child right after giving birth. Knowing how emotionally fragile a woman can be at such a time and this all for the sake of the greater good.
Just as he didn't deserve Bonnie, his father does not deserve Esther and she had every right to seek happiness where it was available. His judgement was premature and done with an obtuse mind.
The second thing he saw was the full Salvatore family, who were engaged in hushed conversation until he entered their home. Three pairs of stunning eyes looked at him with contempt. He was sure that had it not been for his mother, he'd be thrown out on his ass within seconds.
He connected eyes with his mother and immediately her smile returned.
"Oh Elijah!" She got up and threw her thin arms around him.
"I'm so glad you are here. Meredith is with Bonnie, she's been in there for quite some time now." His mother spoke in a low hoarse voice.
Elijah couldn't bring himself to focus on his mother's state at the moment, all he could think is why Nik was there. What was the reason for his presence?
"What is he doing here?" he spat out as if he were addressing the vilest of people.
Esther moved quickly to diffuse the situation as she saw her older son stalking towards his half-brother. She grabbed his arm and said. "He is here because he saved Bonnie's life."
The older Mikaelson's eyes widened at her words. Nik saved Bonnie's life? How does he always seem to be at the right place at the right time?
He wanted to be angry. It took everything inside of him to realize that he owed Nik for saving his wife's life. It still didn't change the fact that he did not want him anywhere near his wife. He knows exactly what his half sibling wants from her and he'll be damned if he gets it!
Restraining his fury, he spoke.
"I guess, I owe you my gratitude. If something would have happened to Bonnie, I-I just don't want to think about it." Sighing, he ran a hand through his deep mahogany locks his chestnut eyes narrowing at a barely noticeable spot on the sofa- fearing the damage he'd do if allowed himself to meet his "brother's" eye's unleashing the rage and resentment he held inside.
Nik smirked in response with no words.
Something simply didn't sit well with Elijah, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"What I am wondering though is what you are doing still here? Mother arrived a long time ago, yet you are still here." The older Mikaelson was seething hating the mere thought of his mother's bastard child trying to cozy up to his wife! Divorced or not, Bonnie will always be his that's at least what he told himself in attempts to indulge in optimism.
"Aww, what's wrong Eli? Are you going to kick and scream like the spoiled brat you are?" Nik was taunting him. In the little time he's known his older brother, he has gotten a good idea of how to push his buttons- his main one being Bonnie.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out! You served your purpose, I have shown my gratitude, but your presence is no longer needed or desired." He words came out like acid, he was just about at his limit.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Nik was enjoying the emotions surfacing on his brothers' normally stoic face. He got up and began walking in circles around the sofa.
"Who do you think you are kicking people out of my house?" Damon had enough of the two boys engaging in a pubescent contest when there are more important matters at hand.
Elijah uncharacteristically rolled his eyes. Nik was not done taunting Elijah.
"I'm just wondering, why do you think this all happened? There has to be a reason someone as astute as Bonnie would be careless enough to get into an accident that wasn't caused by anyone else. I can only guess that you are to blame for it, so excuse me if you word doesn't mean shit to me." Nik words came off unfazed.
He didn't fear Elijah and he wasn't going to let him run him out either- only Bonnie has that power.
Esther decided to put an end to this before it got out of hand. Nik doesn't realize who he is taunting and has no idea of what her oldest son is capable of. Elijah is known to have quite the temper beneath his composed exterior.
Needing to pacify her eldest, she put her arms around him and said. "Come Elijah, I will take you to Bonnie."
Damon touched Esther's shoulder to halt her steps. "Esther, I have a great amount of respect for you, but I'm not sure his face is the one she needs to see right now. You have no idea what emotional trauma she's suffered today."
Esther studied Damon's eyes. He is likely to have the world's most captivating smolder. She smiled internally knowing that his worries were mostly centered around Bonnie's wellbeing, but part of him wanted to be selfish. This man wants her daughter in law. He wants to make up for the missed opportunity. She gave him a reassuring smile. "I will use my best discretion. I want what's best for Bonnie as well."
Prior to leaving the room she looked at Nik. "You wait here. I will update you shortly. Please don't cause any trouble, this isn't the time or place."
Nik was going to offer a rebuttal, but Esther cut him off before he could.
"I know you think you don't owe me anything, but you have to respect me. Do you think Bonnie will appreciate your actions here? Perhaps that will give you some food for thought!"
Meredith couldn't believe just how lucky Bonnie had been. She flew out of a car and fell into a river and came out with just some swelling and bruises. Of course, she wanted to make sure she scheduled checkups every other day for the next week or so depending on her progress, but this was really quite amazing.
Bonnie was running a low-grade fever, but that is minimal compared to what could have happened. She's been in and out of sleep which Meredith allowed once she verified that she didn't have a concussion. In the midst of her rest, she called out for Elijah many times, shaking and teary eyed.
Now she hasn't always been a fan of Elijah, but she knows that what he has done isn't entirely his fault and for this reason, she will give him the glimmer of hope he needs to fix his relationship. Bonnie has always worn her heart on her sleeve and last she saw Bonnie, Elijah was that heart.
Her husband on the other hand believes that Elijah will be Bonnie's undoing. His words echoed through her mind as she pondered whether or not he should be permitted to see Bonnie. "Her love for him is painful and unconditional. She will bleed for him, she will cry for him, she will die for him. He can do as he pleases, and she will never be able to love him any less even if she tries."
Now she sees it. Her husband seems like an idiot at times, but he is also incredibly wise.
Esther entered the room with Elijah. The malaise his eyes showed was reason for concern. She could tell he was riddled with guilt.
Men! They always learn lessons the hard way.
"How is she?" His voice was uncharacteristically meek.
She arched her perfectly sculpted brow at him and met his eyes. "She is one lucky girl. The accident she had should have killed her or left her with severe injuries. She has is some swollen but it's nothing too serious, bruising and a minor fever."
Both Mikaelsons sighed in relief.
"I will have to follow up with her to ensure she isn't affected mentally and of course to make sure she doesn't need any treatments. For now, someone will have to stay with her."
Elijah didn't hesitate to voice his concerns. "I will stay with her. Are you sure that you checked everything?" his words came out unnecessarily harsh.
Meredith scoffed. "Listen you little brat, I am the fucking doctor here and I care about this woman's wellbeing as well! Do not insult me!"
The Mikaelson humbled himself. "My only concern is her well-being. I will do anything I need to ensure that."
Meredith's eyes softened. Unlike the jerk downstairs, he wasn't just being blatantly disrespectful.
"I am on call and will check up on her. I'm not sure you should be the one to stay with her. Lily and the boys will keep a watchful eye on Bonnie. After all, our priority is to make her as comfortable as possible to ensure a speedy recovery, is it not?" She locked eyes with Elijah. Her inner romantic hoped he would get it together, but that didn't leave her blind to the fragility of his and Bonnie's relationship. Once she felt her message was received, she directed her gaze towards Esther. "Make sure she drinks lots of fluids and takes these pills every 4-6 hours as needed and these other ones are to be taken once a day. It's ok if she isn't up to eating but if she does make sure it isn't too heavy. Change the leaves I laid on her forehead in 5 hours after you help her bathe. There is a solution in this tin canister that should be applied to the ridges when changing the leaves. I wrote down the care instructions so that anyone helping knows what's needed. I suggest you filling this time schedule when administering her medicine, at least until she is feeling better."
Meredith left the room grabbing Esther in the process.
Elijah kneeled down beside the bed he felt dizzy from all that happened today. He began to speak to the sleeping beauty observing the swelling of her left arm and bandages on legs and hands. Bruises decorated her caramel skin and all he could think is it should have been him.
He gently took her hand in his. "Sorry isn't good enough. I've said sorry and look where we are. I'm not good with words. You know this, but I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. I will be anything and everything you need just please, don't…. I'm kneeling in front of you. You are the only person on this earth that can do that. I surrender my pride to you Bonnie."
His hands shook with the intensity of his emotions. Unbeknownst to him, Bonnie heard every word and it touched her heart. It was not enough to grace him with a response. The damage is done.
Instead she called out for Nik in a barely audible hoarse voice. Elijah was burning with unbridled anger. All the humility and remorse he felt left for a brief instant as he allowed himself to be tempted with the thought of breaking the crystal vase filled with white, purple, and yellow, calla lilies. He inched closer and found a single black calla lily in the center. He picked up with flower and saw that it was actually only black at the tip and deep purple. Seeing that the flower wasn't consumed by darkness had an odd calming effect on him. He sighed whilst placing the mysterious lily in the vase and decided to do the right thing for once.
Nik smiled when Elijah told him Bonnie asked for him. He could feel the rage radiating from his older brother's body and apprehension from the Salvatore Family as he stood proudly and walked up the stairs. Elijah stood with Esther as Nik made his way to Bonnie's room in the Salvatore's Estate.
He didn't knock, he just let himself right in.
"Bonnie."
Her jade eyes didn't look as bright. The pain she was in was visible and against his everything he stood for, it affected him.
"Nik" He knelt down in front of her bed and grabbed her hand. "Don't strain yourself love." He couldn't stop the tender inflections in his voice.
Bonnie flashed a pained crooked smile. "Thank you. Had it not been for you, I don't know what would have happened. I'm sorry for getting you caught up in the middle of my messy life." She briefly closed her eyes. Nik took this as a sign that she needed rest and made himself comfortable by bringing the chair in front of her writing desk towards the bed and took a hold of her hand once more. It dawned on him that the room was actually made for Bonnie which made him wonder just how close she is with the Salvatore brothers. Her sweet voice drew him out of his musings.
"Elijah wants to watch me but I don't think it's a good idea. I'm going to stay here with Lily and the boys"
Nik was livid, but he didn't show it. "I can stay with you Bonnie or Esther can. You don't need them and you most certainly don't need him!"
"I know it's hard for you to understand, but these people are my family. You didn't come here in peace, you came in desperation and because of this, I don't think Lily would be comfortable with you staying longer. Plus, Mikael would never let Esther be away for so long, you have no car, and if I need to go to the hospital someone here can take me. As for Elijah, I have not regressed but I have forgiven him."
His midnight eyes glinted as he climbed next to her on the bed. Running his fingers through her knotted hair he spoke.
"I've never wanted anything as much as I want this, as I want you. You don't realize that you are my one and only salvation, the altar at which I worship. Why won't you just take my hand? Unlike these fools, I will never let you go."
She smiled painfully moving her neck to meet his eyes.
"I cannot make those promises or be that for you. Yes, Elijah has tainted our love and done some things that are simply unforgivable, but I love him. I can't simply forget a love that has existed in me for more than a decade. My affection is anything but cheap."
Nik was not happy with her response. For a moment he mused that he held deep affections for the densest woman alive.
"Yet his obviously is… cheap that is. To share himself with other women and neglect you, how can your heart remain loyal in such conditions?"
She laughed lightly, her throat scratched as she did causing her to cough.
"I don't do it for him; I've done enough for him. I do it for me. You don't know Elijah. You have no idea how hard it is for him to admit his faults and to even seek atonement. Mikaelson's are proud and bow down to no one and Elijah only does this for me."
He couldn't understand her rationalization. Was she even cognizant of what he has put her through?
"Is this really enough? Will you settle for a simple delayed devotion? I have been with other women since I've tasted you and I find no gratification in their presence. How can any man settle for any woman once they've had the pleasure of knowing you?"
The poetic words flowed from his mouth with ease, for this reason it's hard for her to trust him. Elijah-a man of few words- speaks his simple truths with no embellishments. Whilst poetry is beautiful and romantic, in a way it doesn't feel real.
Nik is a fantastic, selfless lover, and has many good qualities but could she really string him on. Did she feel anything at all? Of this she wasn't sure. When he touches her, his warmth lingers. Butterflies flutter in her stomach when he smiles, and those amazing dimples show. Bonnie didn't want to do him the disservice of confusing lust for anything else. She could see the loneliness in his eyes, she wouldn't reciprocate until she's sure what she feels for him is not fleeting.
"It isn't enough. I never said it is. What I am saying is that perhaps you want more than I can offer right now."
He was mildly satisfied with the possibility that lie within her words. Given her condition, he decided to drop the subject but not before saying: "I will wait for you and I will not give up until you are mine."
"I expect nothing less from you." She quirked her lips into a smirk.
Her words filled him with want. He leaned towards her and consumed her lips with a scathing passion he wasn't aware he possessed leaving her breathless after he left.
The heart monitor beeped steadily, oxygen flowing consistently into the mask the blonde wore.
A tall man donning a three-piece suit covered by a trench coat sat in the guest chair waiting for the blonde to wake up. He found the foolish girl beaten badly in the park as he intercepted the call made to the police. She really is all looks and no brain! What a pity that I still need her for my plans.
Dulled blue eyes scanned the white walls trying to identify where she was. It didn't take her long to realize she was in the hospital and knowing who put her there made her very angry. She wanted revenge. All she could think of is that Bonnie will be sorry that she didn't kill her when she had the chance.