Chapter 19

A/N: The wait was long, but it is over now. Hopefully, I will be able to update more regularly now. I had to deal with some plot changes. All my love,

-4GMK

"Would you like me to throw that in the bin for you, love?" Nicklaus asked of his lovely stepdaughter. They were standing at the edge of the boarding area for the flight that was taking off next.

To anyone passing by it looked like two people who knew each other were standing in line waiting to board the plane. But to Klaus and Bonnie, it was an empty air terminal. In fact, the whole airport was empty of customers save the two of them.

With a combination of Bonnie's Power and Klaus' money, the whole airport had been bought out for the day. She needed to draw from a large, but inconspicuous power source to be able to pull off this trick. One layer of confusion led all the passengers to believe all their flights were either full or canceled, so no one came to the airport. A second layer of misinformation let all the flight attendants, pilots, and air marshals and air traffic controllers to see people who weren't there, and a third layer of misdirection endure that all was paid for from one of Klaus' numerous off shore bank accounts.

In tangent with that was a smaller task that mislead all taxi drivers and chauffeurs by way of GPS and moving streets to believe that they were indeed dropping people off at the airport. This ensued placing a large, large perimeter of power about the whole airport, so that anyone who crossed into their space during this time, either immediately left or was immediately transported to another, nearby location without any memory or trace, either electronically or otherwise of what had just happened, where they were going or what they were going there for.

This required a large amount of compulsion and in order to keep Klaus on his feet just for the day of siphoning, it had taken all seventeen of the blood bags collected from the priestesses in the house.

But, for his part, Niklaus was as cool as could be, striking up conversations here and there, and making all the appropriate comments about the prices of food in the airport.

"Can you believe they would charge five dollars for a biscuit here? I mean sure, they are large, but five dollars?"

"Klaus, you could just compel yourself one."

"No, those security cameras catch everything, love."

"Not when they are directed away." Bonnie retorted, leveling her gaze at him with a smirk as he turned to see that all the cameras were indeed turning away from the pair.

Returning his attention to her, his eyes had mirth in them and she looked on she was rewarded to see his lips had curled up into a devious smile.

"You really are Daddy's little girl."

The stunt they pulled at the airport had a draining effect on both of them, so much so, that by the end of the night, Bonnie had had to pull out her own blood bag. A stash of vampire's blood from Damon to help 'recharge her batteries'.

In the few days since Dahlia's announcement that they would be going to the Vatican, all of Mystic Falls' resident vampire community had packed into the Salvatore Boarding House.

It literally had been three days of non-stop planning. The first day, Dahlia had whipped up an incantation to cloak them all so that no one would have to use compulsion. It was a tricky thing, running from people who both fed on blood and siphoned Power. No one really knew anything about them aside from their obvious vendetta against all things Mina and Hope, and aside from that, there would be no short cuts taken.

By sectioning of different rooms in the house, specific tasks could be performed without interference power that could possibly flow out of the room. Each of the three priestesses were given a set of duties to carry out, and each had taken a room in a separate part of the house in order to do so.

Dahlia, in the cellar with the girls, wove prayers into protective nets around the house. It was good practice for the young priestesses, learning to harness their power, even to focus on simple tasks was a huge benefit to the whole gang. Without Dahlia, who was a master of the Way and had trained many others like herself, it was safe to say that the girls were in good hands.

Celeste, in one of the first floor rooms, was busy layering prayers for their departures. So many things needed to be prepared, and between the three of them, she had done the most traveling, so she knew what kinds of things were needed. They wouldn't be assuming fake identities or body jumping, but rather continent jumping in the blink of an eye. So, to that end, things needed to be incredibly precise. She was given the daunting task of making sure it looked like the gang had split up and gone their separate ways on different international journeys. For that she had to not only create separate, shadow entities, but also link them together into the groups collective knowledge so that when they dreamt, they lived the lives of their shadow clones and when they woke, their clones slept.

In a word, Celeste was creating Dopplegangers that were being remotely controlled by their originators, enough so that they could tell when the Heretics were getting close. This kind of prayer required the help of another, and so Abby volunteered to do research, all of which had to be back tracked and covered by Bonnie.

In a third room Bonnie sat by a window looking out over the town that they would soon leave behind for God only knew how long. By all accounts she and Damon were fine, but to anyone who looked beneath the surface, they would see that things between them had become tense. This new danger only amplified the sense of disorientation that Bonnie had returned with.

In seven months she had gone from self sacrificing best friend to vampire slaying, humanity switching, Heretic dodging mother, Original stepdaughter and wife.

Her task was keeping the vampires in the gang sated. But human blood, since everyone had been barred from leaving the house, was scarce to say the least. That meant that Bonnie had to take small samples of blood from everyone in the group, file them, and then proceed to amplify or reproduce said blood until there was plenty to go around and to spare.

There were so many different orders to fill, and in order to keep the vamps in the house from getting bored with the same flavors, Matt and Sarah had to go through some crazy ordeals. In order to simulate life, blood had to be taken from them when they were afraid, aroused, bored, well fed, angry and the like. These 'mood samples' were Klaus' idea, one that the other vampires liked very much. Even Mikail approved, though his orders came primarily from vampire stock. Every now and then, Bonnie would mix a small brew of what she called 'kazaam'. A combination of priestess blood and human blood in different emotional states. She had started experimenting with the samples earlier on, and had found a willing tester in her step-brother, Marcel, who most always approved of the concoctions (and didn't prefer the times she had added in vampire blood, except for Niklaus' blood because well, one never knew when they would need to take preemptive measures and it would serve them best to be prepared) and had since dubbed her with the creepy nickname 'The Blood Priest'. The moniker stuck, and the rest was history.

It was a taxing duty, but she kept her head up and stored up in her heart how beautiful and peaceful things seemed to be in the house. In a way, it was like the calm before the storm. A knock on the door brought the 'blood priest', out of her quiet reverie. It was Damon.

"Here," he said gruffly, thrusting a bag of blood in her direction.

She looked at the thing, baffled. Bonnie certainly hadn't ordered any more blood letting from the other people in the house, and when she opened her mouth to voice her concern, Damon interrupted her.

"It's mine." Damon gruffed, speaking up from his position in the doorway, arms folded and leaning against the frame.

"What is?" She asked, still clearly confused.

"That, the blood bag, its mine" he pointed out.

"Okay well, here"

Bonnie held out her hand awkwardly offering the bag back to him.

"No, Bonnie, it's my blood."

He stood now, redistributing his weight back to his two feet and placed his hands on his lean hips, further refusing to take the bag.

"Yes, as you've said, and now I am giving it back to you." She shook the bag in her hand a bit to try and prove her point to him.

"No." Damon pinched the bridge of his nose now. It had been a week since he'd had a proper conversation with his wife. What with Kai and his mother being freak shows and the rave and Caroline and Stefan and oh! Elena trying to kill his wife, he had been a little preoccupied, especially with meeting his in laws and finding out that not only was his daughter in danger, but that also now they had major poop for breakfast and would continue to eat said breakfast until they (meaning his daughter and his step…niece?) were safe.

The kind of stress having a family put on Damon… he couldn't even begin to describe it. Which is why he was here, now, at the door of the 'blood priest' as Marcel (her step brother had better keep his roaming eyes to himself) had dubbed her, asking for some sort of peace offering between himself and the mother of his child, who was, arguably in more of a stressful situation than he was at the moment.

"Bonnie, this "he said pointing to the bag "is my vampire blood, I want you to keep it on you in case you get hurt, or tired, or…" he struggled to think of something to make her laugh, he hadn't seen her smile in days "thirsty?"

That seemed to do the trick.

She scoffed at him and turned her back, walking deeper into the room. Sitting down she eyed him as he took that as an invitation to saunter his way in, swaying his lean hips as he went.

He saw her lips twitch as her smile froze in place at his sashaying figure. Bonnie had paused, her hand lifted in the air over the bag she held in her lap, poised to deposit his blood offering within it.

Her eyes were glued to his hips and suddenly, he seemed deafened to the world. The only sound that reached his sensitive hearing was the hitch in her breath as she took him in. Damon's mouth turned dry as he spoke his next words.

"Bonnie," the sound of his voice seemed to snap her out of her thoughts (or lack thereof) and she released the bag she had nearly burst in her grasp.

"Y-yes?" her voice was little more than a breathy, labored whisper, but he heard her all the same.

"Silence the room, Bonnie" he said, huskily.

"What?" came her reply. She was slightly disoriented now, by the power of his gaze.

"Use your power to make the room sound proof." Her eyes were drawn to his lips now, the pressures of the past few days seemed small in comparison to her urgent need to feel those lips on her skin.

"Why?" All sensible thought being lost to her now, she only wanted to see his lips move more.

"Because," he said, fangs descending, blue eyes turned black with need "I'm about to make you scream my name, like it's the only word you've ever known."

He seemed to share the same sentiment.