Lapse

by jazzywazzy08

An accident leaves Bonnie with no memories and the Originals use the fact to turn her into someone that no one is prepared to handle, least of all them. Guilt pushes the Salvatore to help Bonnie get her memories back; but along the way their motivations change. Whose side will Bonnie be on when she remembers, the Originals, the Salvatore, or her own? Post 3x18.

5. PART FIVE: HOMAGE

Title: Lapse

Rating: M

Genre: AU/AH

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Klaus, Kol/Lucy, Elijah/Abby, Stefan/Meredith, Bonnie/Damon (One-sided), Caroline/Tyler, Matt/Katherine, Marcel/Rebekah, mentions of past Bonnie/Jeremy etc.

Summary: "Taking advantage of the situation will be easy," Klaus said, "We can turn her into anything we want. The real beauty of it all is as long we keep her happy; meaning fed, fucked, acknowledged, and oblivious to anything involving Elena Gilbert, all the things that she was deprived of while in the company of the Salvatore, even if she begins to remember she won't think of asking any questions." An accident leaves Bonnie with no memories and the Originals use the fact to turn her into someone that no one is prepared to handle, least of all them. Guilt pushes the Salvatore to help Bonnie get her memories back; but along the way their motivations change. Whose side will Bonnie be on when she remembers, the Originals, the Salvatore, or her own? Post 3x18.

Warnings: Non-Canon, Dark!Bonnie, Character Death, Violence, Graphic Torture, Dark Magic, etc.

PART FIVE: HOMAGE

"I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love." ~Henry Ward Beecher

Bonnie Bennett sat on the edge of the bed that had once been Rebekah's and played with the amulet around her neck. It had formed from the amethyst that she had used to perform the spell. Rebekah had grabbed it prior to their departure to search for Bonnie and sat down next to Bonnie as she watched the witch admire it.

There was no point of attempting to return to the house they now shared. The crowd outside was still much too large and likely wouldn't become any smaller any time soon. This house had been their home once and so it would have to do, even if it made Rebekah remember things that she would rather forget.

"This whole thing is surreal," Bonnie laughed, "I don't even know who I am in so many ways and now all these people seem to respect and revere me anyway."

"It's nice isn't it?" Rebekah asked, offering Bonnie a smile.

Bonnie shrugged. "I guess," she said, letting the amulet fall from her fingers, "I would be lying if I didn't say that I was flattered by it and the power it feels good. But I'm more excited about learning how to use it than anything else. And well…I could only enjoy the crowd after all of you got here and I knew that you knew that I was okay."

Rebekah smiled, though she was feeling the stirrings of remorse. "We were worried about you," she said, her words honest in spite of their previous intentions, "All of us. We were scared. We're still scared. Of the power. Of what it might mean. Especially Nik."

Bonnie sighed, closing her eyes. In many ways, this was more than she could handle. She had just adjusted to the fact that she was a witch. Because of her lack of memory she still didn't know who she was besides that. She was just learning how to use her powers before and no she had more power than she know what to do with. "I'm scared to," Bonnie said, "But I feel like I'm whole now. Like I'm meant to have this power. And when I saw Klaus…I stopped being afraid."

"You care about him a lot don't you?" Rebekah asked, studying Bonnie closely.

Bonnie nodded. He was her anchor and had been since the moment he saved her life after her accident. "That's a little bit of an understatement but I do," she said, "Even with all those people out there waiting to just get a glimpse of me. I didn't feel like I was powerful, like I was worth all of that until I walked off of that balcony and I saw him smiling at me." Bonnie laughed at herself a moment later, and shook her head. "It's silly," she whispered, "I know. But it was important to me. To know that he was proud. To know that my power, that I, was something that he could respect."

Rebekah took Bonnie's hand in hers and squeezed it. "It isn't silly Bonnie," she said, "There's something that you should know. Something that I am only going to tell you because Nik won't. Something that I hope will mean something to you. Something that I hope always will."

Bonnie frowned. Rebekah looked more serious than Bonnie had ever seen her. "What is it?" She asked, turning her body so that she was facing Rebekah completely.

"I know that this is overwhelming and surreal now," Rebekah said, "And I know that once it sets in and you realize how powerful you are even with all these people ready to follow you. To virtually worship you, it won't be easy. It will likely only make it harder. But you won't be dealing with this alone."

Bonnie nodded. "I know that," she said, "None of you have left me up until this point and I doubt you'll leave me now. So I'm guessing that that wasn't what you wanted to tell me, was it?"

Rebekah shook her head. "No," she sighed, "It's about Nik." Rebekah looked her in the eyes and hoped that she was doing the right thing. "I think that he's falling in love with you," she whispered, "If he isn't already. He won't admit it, not even to himself. But I thought that you should know. I have a feeling that things are going to start changing and changing fast. But whatever happens you should know that our friendship is real, yours and mine. And Nik's feelings for you are real. No matter what happens in the future we will always take care of you and protect you."

In spite of everything Rebekah meant those words. She considered Bonnie to be a friend, and she had been fearful of losing her when she had watched the girl become shrouded in flames only hours before. Bonnie had grown important to them all without any of them realizing it. Especially Klaus.

It was not every day that her brother allowed himself to feel anything at all, least of all love. And even after the many times that he had denied Rebekah that before, she would not deny Klaus that now. She just hoped that it would be enough, that once Bonnie remembered, it would be enough to keep them all together in spite of how much animosity and loathing had been between them before.

As Bonnie smiled at her, and wrapped her arms around Rebekah hugging her close, Rebekah allowed herself to believe that it would be.

:::

Marcel Gerard watched in amusement as Klaus downed a tumbler full of bourbon. It was clear to him the longer that he talked to his former father figure, that he had been completely taken in by Bonnie Bennett. Everything that he had ever known to be true about Klaus had nearly come undone in the face of the déesse.

"I get that the others care about her," Marcel said, "I see that. Especially Rebekah. But you…its different, admit it."

Klaus rolled his eyes as Marcel sat down next to him on the couch in the sitting room. "I'm sure that you find this amusing," he said, looking down at his glass.

Marcel shrugged. "I would be lying if I said that I didn't, old friend," he smirked, "But if you're denying your obvious feelings for the déesse to save face in front of me then don't bother. I stopped looking up to you when you ran away from your dear old dad a few years back. Couldn't leave this city fast enough, I knew then you were full of shit."

Klaus laughed, too at war with himself to retaliate or be offended. "It isn't you I care about hiding…about hiding from," he laughed, "It's her. I can't feel that way about her." Even if he allowed himself to, he would likely suffer in silence. There was too much at stake to do otherwise. He had made a mess of things and it wasn't the first time.

"Because the big bad wolf can't look weak," Marcel sighed, "I know."

"No," Klaus said, "You don't know. You don't understand. I knew her…before this. Wanted her before this. But I couldn't have her, not the way things were. She was for all intents and purposes my enemy." He doubted that, were it anyone else, he would've reveal this much. But his siblings were too close to the situation, and Marcel knew him well enough to advise him even if he would judge him. "But then there was an accident," Klaus continued, "And she didn't remember who she was. Who I was. I couldn't help but take advantage. I wanted access to her power and perhaps her body as well. But things changed, so quickly. Too quickly, and I couldn't do anything but allow it to happen. And whatever this is…I've never…she can't know. I've lied to her about my role in her life before."

"So tell her the truth," Marcel shrugged, "Tell her you lied to her before but now you love her." Marcel laughed as Klaus winced and poured himself another drink.

"I wouldn't call it love," Klaus muttered.

Marcel shook his head. "Of course you wouldn't," Marcel sighed, "I remember what you taught me. Love is weakness. I believed you for a long time. And I know that you still want to believe that. But I didn't take this city through force, not entirely. The vampires here; I take care of them, so they're loyal. And I protect Davina, I care about Davina, and so she's loyal. Just like I was loyal to once because I loved you, we were family. We are family. That's why I can tell you that you're wrong for your own good. You can't get trust and loyalty without caring, without being vulnerable. And being what we are, living as long as we live, sometimes giving a damn about something, anything, is the only thing that makes existing worthwhile. Maybe you've never felt this way but I have and even if it goes to shit, it's worth it. It's always worth it."

Klaus sighed. "Even if I do feel…something," he said, "If I tell her…I could lose her."

"Well if you don't tell her," Marcel said, "You'll lose her later anyway when she remembers. And she'll be pissed you lied to her. Don't forget, not only is she powerful enough to kill you herself now but she gained a whole city of followers willing to do her dirty work overnight. And if you go down I hope you don't think I'm going to help you either. I want to live so I'm just going to sit there and watch. I'll plan you a nice funeral though. Write the eulogy myself and everything."

Klaus laughed, lifting his glass in salute. He couldn't say that he blamed him. he would do the same thing. Actually he would probably tell Bonnie the truth before Marcel could in hopes of gaining the favor of the new one in power, were the situations reversed. But Marcel had always been the better man of the two of them. "How single minded, selfish, and self-preservationist of you," he said, "I taught you well."

"That you did," Marcel nodded, "Just think about what I said. It might keep you around long enough to keep teaching me a thing or two."

Nodding, Klaus stood. "If by chance she kills me even now," he said, "Know that I'm glad that I got to see you again old friend."

Marcel laughed as he watched Klaus leave the room. Klaus had always been such a drama queen. Even if Marcel would never tell him so to his face.

The laughter died on his lips as Rebekah entered just as Klaus disappeared. Marcel nodded at her, finishing the rest of Klaus' drink himself. "Rebekah," he greeted, once he was done.

"Marcel," she said, looking from him, toward the path that her brother had gone. "What was that about?"

"Bonnie," he said, "What else?"

Rebekah nodded, though it was possible that he and Klaus could have been talking about their own relationship. "I'm sure you're having fun with this," she said, "Witnessing Nik fall victim to the very thing that he warned you against."

Marcel shook his head. "Maybe if she were weak I could tease him a little," he said, "But since she's the most powerful being in existence…I can kind of see the appeal." Rebekah shook her head and rolled her eyes, though she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Besides," he continued, "I've had a few weak moments myself."

Rebekah looked away then, but gave a faint nod. "I remember," she whispered.

Marcel sighed, wondering if it had been a smart thing to reference their past together. "You want a drink?" He asked.

Rebekah shook her head. "I don't really do bourbon,"

Marcel gave her a look as he stood and walked over to the wet bar. "I know," he said, as he poured her a glass of vodka, "I remember what you like."

Rebekah eyed him, giving him a once over. "One drink," she agreed finally.

:::

Bonnie smiled as she pulled Klaus' shirt over her head before walking out of the bathroom and into the room that had once belonged to him. Kol had managed to weed through the crowd that still gathered outside and sneak back to their haunt and collect a few belongings before heading back to Marcel's.

In truth the shirt was a part of the clothing that Kol had brought back for Klaus but Bonnie didn't think he would mind seeing that he was according to Rebekah, falling in love with her. She smiled again at the thought, even if she was likely going to have to work to get him to admit as much.

In her mind she thought that the best course action would be an attempt at seduction. However, even under Rebekah's tutelage she still didn't fully understand the art of it all. The best that she could come up with was greeting him wearing only his shirt and telling him exactly how she felt and what she wanted. It was a rather direct approach but with Klaus the direct approach seemed to be the most effective. He always seemed to admit things only when he was forced into facing them.

Bonnie was brought out of her thoughts as the door to the bedroom opened and Klaus entered, closing the door behind him. She whispered the spell to silence the room before he turned to face her. She smiled at him as he took in her appearance. "Hi," she said.

He cleared his throat. "Hi," he said, looking away from her, "How are you feeling?"

"I told you that I'm fine," Bonnie said, "Stop worrying."

"Who said that I was worried?" Klaus asked. He watched as Bonnie reached out, her small hand grabbing his shirt and using it to tug him forward.

"You didn't have to say it," Bonnie said, "Rebekah told me but I already knew anyway. I'm getting better at reading people. Especially you." Bonnie smiled as she stood on her toes and kissed him. Klaus pulled away quickly, and she frowned. "What's wrong?"

Klaus looked away from her as she looked into his eyes, searching for answers. "You have worshippers now," he said, teasingly hoping to change the subject, "Perhaps I don't think I'm worthy of touching the déesse."

Bonnie laughed. "What if I told you that I only feel like I'm being worshiped when you touch me?" She asked.

"That's because you are being worshipped. Every time, with every touch," Klaus said, brushing his hand along her cheek. He let his hand fall a moment later, however, taking a step away from her.

"What is it?" Bonnie asked again.

Klaus walked around her and deeper into the room. "There's something that I have to tell you," he said, "About us. I think that you're starting to remember and there are some things that you should know."

Bonnie frowned. "What kinds of things?" She whispered. For the first time since Marcel had found her upon waking from the spell, Bonnie began to doubt herself.

Klaus turned back to look at her, thinking his words over before he spoke. "I haven't been honest with you about our relationship before," he said, "We…weren't friends. We were actually closer to being enemies than anything else."

Even as she shook her head, a part of her knew that he was telling the truth. "Then why did you save me?" She asked.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I respected you," he said, "That I wanted you. I thought it would be a waste for you to die. So I saved you and when I realized that you had no memory of me I decided to take advantage of the situation. Because I wanted you and your power. I wanted to give myself the chance with you that I didn't have before, and I wanted revenge."

Bonnie bit her lip and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you telling me this now?" she said, "Why not tell me before? I mean I could kill you now if I wanted to and I kind of want to." She was slightly exaggerating about her wish to kill him. She was a little angry at being lied to sure, but more than that she was confused. Even if they were enemies, she couldn't remember it. She only remembered the things that had occurred recently that had made her want to be with him and no one else.

Klaus sighed running a hand over his face. "Because of the second thing I thought that you should know," he said, "I wanted to use you before but things changed. I…"

"What?" Bonnie pressed, being careful to leave her face blank.

"I love you," Klaus whispered so low, that Bonnie could barely hear him, "I've never…I don't really know what that means or how that should feel but there doesn't seem to be any other explanation for what this is apart from the possibility that I'm having some sort of nervous breakdown. I love you and since you'll likely kill me once you remember anyway I thought I would take the risk and tell you before that happens."

Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose and made a sound of frustration. Klaus watched as the candles in the room flared to life before going out again. "I'm not going to kill you," she sighed, "I probably should. But I'm not. I'm glad you told me. It would have probably been worse if I remembered on my own or heard it somewhere else."

"That's it?" Klaus said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at him. "I've seen you kill people," she said, "It doesn't really surprise me that you would lie, even about something like this. I'm actually more surprised that you decided to tell me the truth. I know you're not what most people would consider good and I've always known that my power was a draw to you. And like you said I'm remembering things and I saw something before that makes sense now that you've told me. Just because you lied to me doesn't mean my feelings for you are suddenly going to vanish into thin air. There are a lot of things that I might not remember but I even I know that's not how emotions work."

"About those people that want us dead," Klaus said, deciding to put all of his cards on the table, "You once thought of them as friends."

Bonnie thought of what she could remember of Damon, of the things that he had done to her. Even without knowing the context of his actions she knew that those weren't exactly friendly behaviors. If that was how her friends treated her, it didn't really surprise her that she had been put in the position to be taken advantage of by who had once been her enemies. "Well if they're really my friends and they find us then they'll at least try to understand that the situation isn't as black and white as it might have been." Bonnie swallowed, before she looked Klaus in the eyes. "You obviously weren't in this for the right reasons in the beginning but you obviously are now. And you love me, and you have no idea what it means to hear you say that."

Klaus wanted to believe her. Believe that she could forgive him and let things continue on as they were. But he knew that he would never be able to allow himself to feel complete relief until she said the words that were leaving her lips after she had memory back. But it was possible she would never remember. That this was who she was now; someone who wanted him. "How do you know I'm not lying?" Klaus asked.

"I told you," Bonnie said, smiling. "I've gotten better at reading you. And I know that you thought I would get angry or leave but I won't. And whoever is coming for you I'll protect you…all of you. Just like you promised to protect me. Now that you've been completely honest with me I know that I can trust you. And if I forget that once I remember then we'll cross the bridge when we get to it. Okay?"

Klaus nodded, reluctantly. "Okay," he said.

Bonnie uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, moving toward him. "Now will you please come over her and kiss me?"

Klaus moved so fast that she didn't have time to react, the vampire speed almost giving whiplash. One minute he was standing across the room and the next his hands were on her arms, pushing her back against the wall, and pressing the length of his body against hers. Bonnie's arousal was immediate and she gasped as he ground the hard length of his erection against her stomach.

"Are you sure this is what you want," he asked even as he pushed his hips forward and began to rock against hers, "Even after everything I just said? Everything you might remember?"

Bonnie nodded. "It is," she said, "Though, I pretty much only paid attention to the part where you said you loved me so I might regret this once I remember." She frowned as her words caused him to hesitate. She smiled her tone, turning playful. "Do you promise to let me punish you if I do?"

"Can I pick the punishment?" He smirked. Klaus couldn't stop his eyes from wandering the over the length of her body in his shirt. He knew she was naked underneath. He was beginning to think that she had set some sort of trap as every time she moved he'd got an eyeful of that smooth brown skin.

"We'll see," Bonnie said, running her tongue over her lips.

Klaus slid his hands her sides past the hem of the shirt that stopped at her waist and let his hands journey underneath, up her thighs and between her legs. Bonnie whimpered and he watched her closely, noticing the evidence of her arousal marking a path down the inside of her leg. He lean down and kissed her, eyes open as he took in the dilation of her pupils and the quickening of her breath.

"You never told me," Klaus whispered as he swept the back of his hand over the short dark hair that covered her sex, "How you feel about me, déesse?" Bonnie closed her eyes, the candles in the room alighting as she trembled against the wall. Klaus leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck and flicked his tongue over her pulse. "Don't tell me I bared my soul without reason," he continued as he felt the stirrings of her power.

"I don't understand how I feel," Bonnie gasped, "Don't remember what it means. I'm not sure."

Klaus shook his head, sliding his fingers down to her slit and back up again. "Stop making excuses," he said, "I know you're afraid. But no one is more afraid of this…of us…than me. I need you to tell me."

"I love you," Bonnie breathed, eyes closed, heartbeat thundering in his ears.

No matter the consequences, or if her memory returned, for Klaus it would all be worth it. Klaus lifted his lips from her neck and found her mouth, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Bonnie opened her mouth to him, kissing him back with equal fervor. Klaus obliged, dipping his head to the right and sweeping his tongue across the hot recesses of her mouth. As he tasted her, his tongue tangling with hers, the air seemed to hum with her power. He felt as if he was drowning in it. He knew that were she to turn on him there would be no escape, but that somehow made the act of having her in that moment, that much more gratifying.

Klaus parted the lips of her sex with his fingers, finding the nub of her clit. Her legs widened as he began to stroke it, his hand moving in a slow firm circle. Even if she remembered everything else that he had done, she would also remember this. His hand on her, their eyes locked, as he brought her towards her release. No matter what other things her mind brought forth, she would not be able to deny him this moment, or the others that would follow.

Bonnie moaned and began thrusting her hips to the rhythm of his hand, as his increased his movements. "I've always wanted you," he said, "Promise me you will never forget that."

"Ah," Bonnie whimpered, "I promise." Her hips pumped towards his hand, her movements becoming frantic, and he knew that she was close.

Klaus' eyes never left her face, he wanted to memorize the moment. The moment in which he had more power over her than anyone had ever had or ever would have. He replaced his fingers with his thumb, pushing two digits deep inside her. Bonnie's arched off the wall as her release shook her sending tremors of pleasure through her body. Klaus worked her through each shudder, biting down gently on her lower lip before his tongue swept into her mouth and massaged her own.

Bonnie had barely managed to come down when she felt Klaus' hands at the hem of the shirt. He pulled the shirt upward and she lifted her arms as he raised over her head revealing her naked body. The familiar predatory look entered his eyes as Bonnie pushed off of the wall, and kicked the shirt aside as Klaus dropped it to the floor. A part of her was embarrassed, but pressed it down. She was the déesse, coveted and desired. What did she have to be embarrassed about?

Klaus' eyes roved over her. From her breast, down her stomach, down her thighs. Even with the obstacles before, it made even less sense to him that it had taken her memory being gone, for him to pursue her as he looked down at her. This should have been his aim all alone, though it had been subconsciously. He should have never bothered to deny the fact.

"Your clothes," Bonnie said, breaking his daze, "Take them off." She swallowed, her words inspired in part by her feeling of vulnerability and in part by her desire to see the body that that had only moments ago been pressed against her own.

"As you wish, déesse," he smirked, as he removed his shirt. She watched her, eyes lingering on his chest only a moment before her gaze moved lower. Bonnie bit her bottom lip as he reached for his belt, and watched as began to unbuckle it.

Klaus watched her as she watched him, slowly pulling the belt from the loops of his pants. He noted her swallow as the belt went, not wasting time as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. Pushing his pants and underwear over his hips Klaus caught the sharp intake of the breath as his cock sprang free, long and thick, and coated with his arousal.

Bonnie hesitated a moment and he waited until she moved closer before he reached out and grabbed her by the waist. Klaus kissed her hard, pulling her body flush against his. His hands moved over her body, slow and worshipful as he cupped her breasts. His thumbs stroked her nipples, before he released her mouth and dipped his head low to tease them with his tongue. Bonnie reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, the short hairs of his beard tickling her skin as his tongue made slow circles before grazing the tip with his teeth.

Bonnie moaned low in her throat as Klaus' slid his hands down her hips around to her back, to cup her ass. His hands kneaded each cheek as he took her entire nipple deep into his mouth, sucking and licking. He lifted his head, using his using his grip on her to lift her off her feet. Bonnie's legs immediately wrapped her legs and arms around him as he walked them over to the bed.

Somehow he knew that even if her memory had been intact, this would all be new to her. Still she was susceptible to him even in this. Open and eager, as he laid her down on her back. Bonnie parted her legs, her movements slow and deliberate. Klaus watched her, his eyes dark.

He reached down and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth. Bonnie watched him eyes wide, as he took her finger into his mouth and sucked them. "Touch yourself," he instructed, his voice hoarse, as her last finger slipped from between his lips.

Bonnie swallowed, squirming, her need to follow him even in this causing her to lean back. He reached down and guided her hand until she sunk her wet fingers between the lips her of sex. She ran them up and down, imitating his movements from before and parting them for his gaze. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she bit down on her lower lip when she grazed her clit.

"Look at me," Klaus whispered, his free hand unconsciously running over his erection. Bonnie forced her eyes open even as she lifted her hips in time to the rhythm of her fingers. Klaus lowered himself to his knees and brought his mouth so close to her that she could feel his breath against her fingers and she gasped. He tugged her hand pulling her fingers out of her slit taking them into his mouth once more, sucking them clean of her juices. She was powerful, but he had control in this. He took pleasure in the fact that he had power over her. That he was not the only one being made vulnerable. Letting go of her hand he leaned down licking her outer lips before parting them with his hand and sliding his tongue over her clit.

"Klaus," Bonnie groaned. He flicked his tongue back and forth. It was clear to him as he watched her, his blue eyes fixed on her face, that she was his. No one else would ever be able to have the way that he had her. Even when she remembered who she was, she would be weak in the face of his hands, his mouth, and his tongue. Bonnie cried out as she writhed beneath him.

She gripped his head with both hands, pressing herself closer to his mouth as he licked and sucked her towards her release. Klaus gripped her hips in both hands and lifted her higher off the bed. Plunging his tongue deep inside her felt the heavy weight of her power rushing to the surface as the harsh waves of pleasure spread through her body. He heard the suddenly loud cry of the wind outside as she pressed her thighs against his head and matched every thrust of his tongue, riding his mouth. Her release gripped her in a violent rush and Klaus groaned as she spilled into his mouth.

The wind on the outside finally settled as Bonnie collapsed on the bed. Klaus pulled away from her, resting his head on her stomach a moment before kissing his way up it. His lips moved up between her breast, over her shoulder, and up her neck. Bonnie smiled as his lips found hers, her traces of hesitance and uncertainty forgotten.

"I don't care what I remember," Bonnie whispered as he pulled back, "I won't ever regret this."

"Good," Klaus said, as he grabbed both of her wrists and lifted them over her head pushing gently her back onto the bed. Bonnie lifted her legs wrapping them around his waist. Klaus eased into her slowly, stopping on occasion to give her body time to adjust. She molded to his wide girth, gripping him. She was wet, warm, and tight.

Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him forward and kissing him. He pulled out, before slowly plunging back in. Their lips remained in contact as he began to thrust in and out a slow, hard rhythm.

Klaus had spent his entire existence chasing power and he found that in that moment while he made love to Bonnie Bennett he had never felt more powerful. The room kept getting hotter and hotter with every sound and move she made, and realized belated that the flames on the candles in the rooms had reached dangerous heights. He drove in deeper and harder still relishing in the feel of Bonnie's nails digging into his shoulders, as the house began to shake.

His hands gripped the sheets on bed tightly as he continued to move barely registering the fact the skies outside were now full of rain and hail that beat furiously against the windows. Their bodies were covered in sweat and the weight of Bonnie's power was heavy, thick as it spread from her and out into the room. The thought that he was responsible for such a powerful display, gave him more satisfaction than anything else had and he watched Bonnie's face as it twisted and distorted in beautiful agony as she came.

Klaus kept going riding the waves of her pleasure as she shouted his name. He came soon after making one final thrust inside of her. As he came down from his own release everything suddenly stilled as if there had never been a disturbance, as Bonnie slowly regained control over her powers.

Bonnie collapsed on the bed in a tired heap and Klaus followed her down, covering her body with his. He closed his eyes and listened to her heartbeat, not wanting to move. His eyes shot open however when Bonnie suddenly erupted in laughter. Klaus leaned up and looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What are we going to tell everyone when they ask about the house shaking?" Bonnie asked, through burst of giggles.

Klaus shrugged relieved that she had been amused by her power and not his performance. "We'll tell them that I was paying homage to the goddess," he suggested.

Bonnie laughed harder, covering her face with her hands. "That's not…," she laughed, "What is wrong with you?"

"There are ways to make it believable," Klaus continued as her ran his fingers through her hair, "I could buy flowers to place at your feet. Prepare a pagan dance perhaps. Build a temple in your honor. After that….well you deserve one actually."

Bonnie reached her hand up and placed it over his mouth. "Stop talking," she said, still giggling, "I shouldn't be laughing this much while naked."

Klaus nodded, but continued to speak when Bonnie removed her hands. "I'm not sure what clothes have to do with anything," he said, "But if you want we can get dressed and I can draw up some blueprints. Do you prefer pillars or columns?"

Bonnie shook her head, even as she beamed up at him. "You're an idiot," she said, "And I love you."

"Don't forget that," Klaus told her.

"What? That you're an idiot?" Bonnie asked, her tone teasing, grinning and he rolled his eyes at her.

"That you love me," he said, his tone and his face suddenly becoming serious, "That I love you. Even when you remember everything else don't forget that. Okay?"

Bonnie nodded, as she smiled up at him. "Okay," she whispered.

:::

Damon Salvatore sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed in the hotel room that they were staying in. The streets had been too crowded for them to search the night before, though they didn't understand the reason for the crowd. Now however it was a new day and Damon was ready to get on with it.

He looked up as Elena Gilbert entered the room. He was sharing a room with Stefan. Abby had her own room and Caroline and Elena were sharing a room. However, Damon had known that it wouldn't be long before she had wandered over for one reason or another.

"Stefan went out to ask around about Klaus sightings," Damon commented, as he stood.

Elena nodded, running a hand over her shirt and then stuffing in into the back pocket of her jeans. "I know," she said, "I wanted to talk to you."

Damon blinked at her, and sighed. "What is it?" He asked.

Elena frowned. "I just," she said, hesitantly, "I noticed that you've been acting off lately. I mean we're all worried about Bonnie. But you…you're really worried and I don't know... You're kind of the last person that we all expected would be."

Damon rolled his eyes. "It's her birthday today," he said, instead of addressing the question that Elena had posed. If there was even a question there.

"What?" Elena asked.

"Bonnie," Damon said, scratching the back of his neck, "It's her birthday today. When she was little Sheila used to play songs for her on the piano every year on her birthday. Old songs. Silly songs. And Bonnie she would dance. Sometimes they did duets. Bonnie's favorite was 'Your Precious Love', you probably don't know it. Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. It was Sheila's wedding song."

Elena blinked at him, clearly confused. She and Caroline hadn't even realized that it was Bonnie's birthday. "I didn't know you knew that much about Bonnie," she said, "About her family."

Damon shrugged. "I protected them," he said, "Or I was supposed to. And Sheila…she wasn't lying when she said that she gave Stefan and me a chance to be good to her family. I came close a time or two, but I guess I'm too much of an asshole because I never really followed through."

"You're not an asshole," Elena said.

Damon laughed. "I am," he said, "Even if you refuse to acknowledge it. I could've helped her. Could've taught her things, not just about her power. But about her family. If I had just done one thing different then she wouldn't be where she is right now."

Elena shook her head. "This isn't your fault," Elena said, "If anyone is to blame then its Klaus."

"Klaus?" Damon asked, "Maybe he can take some of the blame but not all of it. Besides even if what Sage said was true and Bonnie doesn't remember anything there has to still be something keeping her there with him. According to Stefan he has plenty of experience with witches. Seeing as she hasn't been spotted and my dreams well….whatever the case he must be doing something right."

"What dreams?" Elena asked. Damon's face closed off and Elena knew that she wouldn't get an answer. "This is exactly what I'm talking about," she sighed, "Between this and your sudden concern about Bonnie. I mean…if I didn't know any better I'd say that you were jealous of Klaus."

Damon frowned. "Don't worry about me," he said, "You need to worry about finding your best friend. You're so busy concerning yourself with why I'm worried about Bonnie when in reality you should probably be asking yourself why you're more worried about me than her."

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Bonnie awoke slowly her eyes opening her eyes as she rolled over in an unfamiliar bed. She smiled as her eyes landed of Klaus, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep.

"Hi," Bonnie murmured.

"Good morning, love," Klaus said smiling in return. She could hear it then. Could understand that difference between him saying the word simply to tack it on the end of the sentence and saying it with meaning. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," Bonnie said, as she sat up slowly. She noted that he was fully dressed and raised an eyebrow in his direction. "How long have you been awake?" She asked.

"For a while now," he said, "There were some things that I had to take care of to make sure that you are taken care of."

"Like what?" Bonnie asked curiously.

Klaus looked away from her, his eyes roaming around the room. "Nothing serious," he said, in a way that told her that he was attempting to downplay his next words, "I just moved some funds around. Placed a few properties in your name. Nothing you should worry yourself about."

"Funds," Bonnie pressed, "Properties? Could you maybe elaborate a little?" She doubted it was something as small as he was making it sound. He had been a live well over a nine hundred years after all. Who knew how much wealth he had collected in that time?

"Later," Klaus said, "Right now I have some more planning to do. I just wanted to see you before I did it. You see while I was moving things around a bit I discovered while retrieving your personal information that today is your birthday."

"Are you going to build me a temple as a present?" Bonnie asked, only half joking.

Klaus shook his head. "I was thinking something more along the lines of a party," he said, "The creatures of the night in the Quarter wish to welcome you anyway, now they'll be doing so and bringing presents. So you're welcome." Klaus gestured toward the nightstand and Bonnie noticed the stack of papers sitting there for the first time. "I need you to sign those while I'm gone," he said, clearing his throat, "They're just some deeds and things of that nature."

Bonnie nodded, studying him as she reached for the stack of papers. He seemed nervous about something and she didn't understand why. It was an odd emotion to see him exhibit and she could only assume that it was rare as she hadn't seen him nervous before.

Bonnie flipped through the papers, stopping when she reached one that caught her attention. "Klaus?" She said, frowning as she held up the paper in question.

"It's just a formality," he said speaking quickly, "Some things are easier to sign over to you if we share the same name."

"And?" Bonnie said, looking at him expectantly as she waved the paper in his face once more.

In truth he had hoped she would simply sign the papers without looking at them if he had asked her to. He had hoped that she wouldn't notice the one in her hand in particular. "Now that you've come into your power you'll be exposed to more people…to men. I thought that it would be easier to let everyone know that you're spoken for if you had my name as well. And I wouldn't mind it if the Mikaelson name was associated with your power."

"And?" Bonnie said, gesturing with her hand for him to continue, wanting to get all of his motives out in the open.

Klaus ran a hand over his face and sighed. "I thought that it would be harder for you to leave me," he muttered, "If you wish to leave me once you remember if we were tied to together. If we were for all intents and purposes, married, at least on paper. But it's just a piece of paper, Bonnie. It only has to mean something if you want it to mean something."

There was a long silence in which Bonnie only looked at him. After what seemed to him like an eternity Bonnie reached over and took the pen that was sitting on the nightstand and sign the paper, handing it to him. "There," she said, "Now stop pouting. It's my birthday and apparently our wedding day. We have a lot to celebrate. Especially me since I own you now."

"Excuse me?" Klaus asked, as he took the paper from her hand.

"Admit it," Bonnie grinned, "You would happily do whatever I tell you. You said we were enemies before but I am pretty sure I have your villain card in my back pocket now." Bonnie considered him thoughtfully. "I bet," she said, lifting the sheets to cover her chest as they shifted to reveal her nude form, "I could even get you to wear a collar if I wanted."

"I was going to give you your birthday gift," Klaus said, eyes narrowed, "But obviously you would like for me to kill you instead."

Bonnie pouted. "I was joking," she said, "Mostly. I've thought about it but I wouldn't make you do it or anything else too dirty unless we had a safe word."

Klaus blinked at her. He wondered not for the first time, what her former self would think of her new self. She had obviously been spending too much time around his younger siblings in any case.

"Don't give me that look," Bonnie laughed, "You're the one who let me hang out with Kol and Rebekah. It would be miracle for me to not come out of that with a warped sense of humor memory loss or no memory loss."

Klaus considered this and nodded. "I suppose you're right," he said.

"Stop playing around and give me my present," she said, "I don't remember my other birthdays so this has to be the best one. So it better be good." Bonnie held out her hands and waited.

Klaus gave her a look before digging into his pocket and pulling out a small box. He hesitantly placed the box in her hands as if he was reluctant to give it to her. "Happy Birthday," he said.

Bonnie opened the box and found a ring inside. She recognized the design immediately. It was the same ring that Klaus, Elijah, Kol, and Rebekah wore. The ring that held the blue stone and their family crest.

"I wanted the world to know who you belong to," Klaus said, "And I wanted you to know that you're a part of me and a part of this family." Bonnie beckoned him toward her with her finger and leaned down pressing his lips firmly against hers. "How's that for a birthday present?" He asked as he pulled away.

"Perfect," Bonnie whispered, "Thank you." She was more grateful for the promise of him and of a family than anything else as she was sure that there was a time she had been without both, even if she couldn't remember it.

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Elijah Mikaelson sighed as he watched the two witches that were under his tutelage burst into a sudden fit of giggles. They were supposed to be working on control but it was obvious that neither Bonnie nor Davina were paying any attention to him. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that his brother had sufficiently distracted both of them with the promise of a party and the fact that it had been some time since either girl had interacted with someone close to their own age, least of all another witch.

"Come on Elijah," Bonnie sighed, as she looked over at him and noticed the frown on his face, "How about we save this for tomorrow. Rebekah wants to take us shopping. We have to pick out dresses for my party."

"Considering your lack of control last night nearly caused the house to come down-"

"Okay first of all," Bonnie said, a blush tinting her cheeks, "Those were special circumstances. And second that was your brother's fault and not mine. I take zero responsibility for any of that."

"Actually Bonnie," Davina said, grinning, "You might have to take at least twenty-five percent of responsibility. I would say fifty but at least you had the presence of mind to use a silencing smell."

Elijah ran a hand over his face as Davina and Bonnie shared a look before bursting into laughter once more. "Alright," Elijah said, finally, "I will propose this. I will let you off this time if you can tell me the last thing I said."

"Easy." Davina nodded, "You asked us to tell you the last thing you said."

Elijah blinked, and repressed the urge to snap someone's neck. "The last thing I said pertaining to the lesson," he pressed.

Bonnie sighed. "You're really no fun," she said, and then, "You said our power is tied to our emotions. The more chaotic our emotional state, the more that our power can fluctuate."

"So the first step to learning to control our power," Davina continued, "Is learning to master our emotions."

Elijah nodded. "Since our time together has not been entirely fruitless," he said, "You may go."

Bonnie stood from her seat in front of the desk that sat in the study that Marcel was allowing them to make use of for their lessons. She moved to leave the room, but stopped as she heard the sound of a familiar song being played on a piano.

A memory came to her and she saw herself as a child. An older woman, her grandmother, Sheila her mind supplied, teaching Bonnie to play the piano. A couple, her parents, dancing behind them. A consuming feeling of loss came over Bonnie, for she knew, could feel that her grandmother at least was no longer with her.

"Where's that music coming from?" Bonnie asked, turning toward Davina.

Davina shrugged. "Probably Marcel," she said, standing as well, "He plays sometimes. I think it's nice."

Bonnie nodded. She couldn't help but follow the sound of the music until she reached the room where Marcel was sitting behind the piano. Bonnie didn't know how she knew the song but she began to pick up the verse where Marcel left off, just as Davina entered the room behind her.

Marcel stopped playing and turned around to face Bonnie with a smile. "You've got some nice pipes there déesse," Marcel commented, "And good taste in music. Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell. It's a classic."

Bonnie blinked. "I actually don't remember where I know that song from," she shrugged, "I just know that I know it." She chose not to disclose the memory of her grandmother. She wasn't sure that she could trust Marcel yet and she wasn't even ready to talk to Klaus about it yet.

Marcel nodded. "Well that does give me some ideas about this party everyone is determined to plan for you," he said, "How do you feel about karaoke?"

Bonnie looked Davina and Marcel and frowned. "What's karaoke?"

Marcel grinned crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh this is going to fun," he said, "I can tell already."

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Abby Bennett-Wilson walked into the diner where she was meeting the Salvatore so they could come up with a plan in order to hunt down her daughter. It didn't really surprise her that she was the only one who was able to come up with any type of results.

At this point the only reason that she was still cooperating with them was to ensure that when they did find Bonnie that they didn't try to strong-arm her or force her hand. That and she was ready to throw them under the bus if need be. The situation was more delicate than she thought. Bonnie had gained the loyalty of the city overnight and it was already well known that she was in league with the Originals. In many ways she was already too late but she refused to give up.

As she sat down across from Stefan and Damon at the table she placed the flier she had gotten in front of them. "There are vampires all over the city passing out these fliers," she said, "And the witches are all placing offerings in front of a house near Bourbon Street. They're planning a huge party to honor Bonnie's birthday and welcome her to the city tonight. Which means that all of us have to be there."

Damon studied the flier and frowned. "What does this mean?" he asked, pointing to the symbol in the center of the page.

"It's the symbol of a goddess," Abby sighed.

He pointed to the words underneath. "Venez rendre hommage à la déesse." He frowned. "Come and pay homage to the goddess," Damon said, "Seriously?"

Abby rolled her eyes and drummed her fingers on the table. "Were you not listening to my mother's warning?" Abby asked. Damon opened his mouth to answer and Abby seemed to think better of her question and interrupted him before he could. "Of course you weren't," she said, "You're you."

Damon ignored her in favor of studying the flier. "Wait," Damon said, when something else came to his attention, "These aren't her initials."

Abby laughed without humor. "Oh that's the best part," Abby said, sarcastically, "Not only does everyone in the Quarter know that she is with the Originals, they know she has their loyalty which means they are loyal to them as well. Bonnie isn't just another witch that Klaus is using for his benefit, he is making a point of making that clear to everyone else. I don't buy it. But the city does. According to them Bonnie a part of their family. Her name isn't just tied to the Bennetts anymore. She's tied to them to."

Damon's frown deepened as he looked down at the initials on the page, B.B.M. for Bonnie Bennet Mikaelson the déesse of the Quarter.

"This whole city is wired with people loyal to Bonnie or fearful of her," Abby said, "Almost everyone is waiting to get a glimpse of her and prove themselves. If they figure out who we are and why we're here they'll see it as the perfect opportunity to do so. Whatever happens from here on out we have to be careful."

Even as Damon balled up the flier and tossed in it onto the table top he nodded. "I'll do whatever it takes to get her out of here."