A/N: Happy belated Thanksgiving, lovelies! I really wanted to have this up earlier, but I've been both busy and entirely unmotivated. The holidays hit a lot harder this year, since my better half is deployed. My updates are going to be sporadic until next year. I'm going to try and tackle at least one of my stories that haven't been updated in forever. Expect some one-shots thrown in there. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy it! Reviews would be magnificent!

I DO NOT OWN THE VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "One Way or Another (Cover)" – Until The Ribbon Breaks (If you guys haven't heard this cover and you're jonesing for something you haven't heard before, I strongly recommend it. I heard it on Stalker and it's been a favorite since. It's haunting and eerie and just beautiful.)

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'One way or another, I'm gonna find you.
I'm gonna get you.
One way or another, I'm gonna win you.
I'm gonna get you, get you.
One way or another, I'm gonna see you.
I'm gonna meet you.
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet you.
I'm gonna meet you.
And I will drive by your house and if the lights are all out, I will see who's around.'
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Chapter Fourteen:

It's been about a month since Marcel came to town. He and Rebekah have been seeing a lot of each other and spending a lot of time together. Beks agreed to give him a second chance, on the condition that they take things slow – glacial pace – and that he gets to know her again. So far, they haven't really had any problems. She's been smiling a lot and I know it's because of him and that he's trying to accept her and what she's been through. Seeing 'Bekah happy makes me elated.

Her good mood has been infecting all of us. Kol has been smiling more – more gleeful than mischievous. Even Elijah has been openly enjoying himself more. In Elijah's case, I think there's something more going on, something that he's not ready to tell the rest of us yet. My bet is that he met someone, but I don't want to push him. I think he'll tell us, when he's ready. Elijah has always been the most reserved with his feelings, out of the Mikaelson family.

Klaus and I haven't taken things much further, since we became official. The kissing has gotten more intense and there have been slight wandering hands, but apart from that, it's mostly the same. He's been unbelievably patient and hasn't pushed me into anything that I'm not ready for. He's been encouraging me to initiate things more. Being in control in that aspect has been helping me more than I thought it would. It's becoming harder to ignore the feelings that arise every time I'm around him. Not just the emotional feelings, but the physical ones, too.

"Bonnie, dear, does this look done to you?" Esther asked me. I peered into the oven at the pie she was gesturing to. I'm not cooking expert, but it looks finished to me.

"It looks finished." I told her in an unsure voice. She smiled at me in thanks and slipped on some oven mitts and pulled it out of the oven. It smells so good. She made peach, my favorite. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm surprised that you cook… I just figured that your chef…" I tried to think of how to word it, so it wouldn't be offensive. Do they call him a chef or a cook? "Prepared everything like he normally does." Esther smiled at me, sympathetically and set down the pie. She hugged me. I blinked in surprise, before returning it. She's always been friendly, but I'm still struggling to get used to all the physical affection.

"I realize that many traits my family and I share are unorthodox, but cooking our Thanksgiving meal ourselves, has always been one of our traditions." She told me, before giving me a gentle squeeze and letting me go. I nodded and gave her a small smile. "I hope that it will become a tradition that you will continue to be a part of." She admitted, warmly. I blushed and nodded, not really knowing what to say. The gravity of her words is almost too much. She really wants me around for that long? I don't really understand why…

"I thought I smelled something delicious." Marcel walked into the room with Klaus close on his heels. "I was hoping to talk to you, Bonnie." He told me, almost tentatively. I glanced up at him and nodded, making sure that my face was void of any emotion. I hate confrontation. It makes me uncomfortable. It doesn't help that I have no idea what this is about. I can't help but be skeptical, whenever Marcel is involved. I don't know him that well.

"I would like that." I told Esther. She smiled and looked at me and then the guys.

"I'll leave you to talk." She excused herself. I looked back at Marcel.

"Only if Klaus stays," I agreed.

"I'm hurt. You don't trust me?" Marcel asked, his signature charming smile creeping onto his face. He already knows that I don't. I don't know why he even asked. He should've saved his breath.

"No," I told him, evenly. Like he didn't already know. His smile only grew and Klaus watched us, smirking, like he was entertained by all of this.

"It would be in your best interest, if you didn't underestimate the Mikaelson women." Klaus mused, softly. Marcel looked over at him and nodded in agreement. It took me a minute to realize that he was talking about me.

"I was out of line, when I ripped you a new one about Rebekah. I didn't want to face the fact that she had become a different woman and I didn't know her anymore. You were looking out for her and I was too caught up in my own head to see it. I'm sorry for being such an ass." He apologized and stared at me, expectantly. I blinked and nodded.

"We're fine, as long as you don't break her heart." I told him, quietly. Marcel nodded and reached out and took my hand in his. I flinched, but didn't move out of his grip. Klaus tensed next to me and Marcel looked at us both, before continuing with whatever he was doing.

"You have my word." He promised, before touching his lips to the back of my hand. I shifted, uncomfortably, and he let my hand go.

"I don't like being touched." I reminded him. "Don't do that again." I cautioned him. He nodded.

"Are we good here?" He asked. I nodded. "Great. I'll go tell Rebekah we've kissed and made up." Marcel left us in an awkward silence.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" Klaus asked me. I nodded. "It's perfect." He breathed.

"What is?" I asked him, not sure what he was talking about. He traced the side of my face with his thumb and gazed at me with soft eyes.

"You, you being here, the holiday, all of it," he explained. "Every time I picture my future, I can't picture it without you in it. You being here feels right, love. Tell me you feel it, too?" He moved closer to me and placed his lips on my temple, before pulling away just enough to watch my expression. He did it again. He caught me off guard with his sincerity. It's always the little things that I appreciate the most with Klaus. For a complex man, he's not that complicated. He cares about his family and when he cares about you, he lets you know and he does everything in his power to protect you. The fact that I know that I've become one of those people for him is humbling and mind-blowing.

"I feel it." I promised him. He touched his lips to mine and wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him back, but it was short-lived. I could feel eyes on us.

"Isn't this a pretty picture?" Rebekah asked.

"Speak for yourself, sister. I'd like to be able to walk around my own home without walking in on someone sucking face." Kol sighed.

"You're just lonely and bitter." 'Bekah retorted.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Kol." Elijah told him. We pulled away and I giggled as Klaus smirked at his siblings.

"When are you gonna tell us about your new lady love, Elijah?" Marcel asked him. Elijah shot him a warning look.

"He's not the only one who wants to know, 'Lijah." Beks reminded him. Elijah just shook his head.

"You know that we'll find out sooner or later, brother." Klaus told him.

"Then I would not want to ruin the suspense for you." He smirked.

Having seven people in the kitchen trying to make Thanksgiving dinner, when no one can really make anything more than a pie is interesting, to say the least. I've never thought I would see the day that Elijah was covered in flour. Let me tell you. It's a sight to see.

"What do you mean we don't have any of those French onion things?" Kol asked, clearly annoyed. Klaus just shrugged, while Beks rummaged through the pantry.

"Kol, they aren't here." She told him.

"I guess I'll go out and fetch them. Shall I?" He quipped, before grabbing his coat.

"Dear is that really necessary?" Esther asked him. He nodded and gestured to the door. "Very well, here's a list, if you're already going to be out." She handed him a slip of paper and his eyes widened.

"I didn't volunteer to get all of this." He complained.

"I'll go with you." I offered. Everyone looked over at me, like I had spoken a foreign language.

"Yeah, I'll go, too." Marcel chimed in. I sighed and looked at Klaus. He nodded and walked us out to the front door. He grabbed my hand, so I hung back behind the guys.

"Be careful, love." He whispered. I nodded and he kissed me. I kissed him back and held his waist. He pulled back and smiled at me with his eyes. I bit my lip and gave him another quick kiss, before meeting Kol and Marcel outside of the front door. Kol offered me his arm. I looped my arm through his and Marcel stayed next to us, as we walked into town. The market isn't far.

We walked in silence and it was only a little awkward. I can't tell if Marcel and Kol get along. It seems a little forced, for the most part, but they're civil enough. When we got to the market, Kol ripped off part of the list and gave it to Marcel.

"I see how it is. We're here two seconds and you already think I'm going to do your bidding." Marcel said in a teasing tone. Kol just smirked.

"You have me figured out." Kol sighed with mock disappointment. Marcel laughed and walked off.

"I can take some." I offered. Kol looked at me skeptically and shook his head. He moved his arm away from mine, before taking my hand in his.

"My brother would kill me if anything happened to you and I would never forgive myself. Better get used to it, darling. You're stuck with me." He smirked. I laughed.

"Being stuck with you isn't so bad." I admitted.

"Careful love, that'll go straight to my ego. We can't have that now. Can we?" He teased. I shook my head and we began to search the store. It didn't take us long, especially since Marcel had taken almost half of the list. We met him at the checkout in no time. The cashier started to ring up the items and I leaned against Kol. "I forgot the bloody onions." Kol complained. I glanced over our items on the conveyer belt. He's right. He did. He'll never admit it, but green bean casserole is his favorite. He's been talking about it all week.

"I'll go grab them. I think I remember where they were. It'll only take me a minute." I offered. He looked hesitant, but nodded.

"Keep your phone in your hand." He called behind me. I fished it out of my pocket and waved it behind me, so he saw it. I tried to speed walk through the aisles. I frowned, when I couldn't find them. I know that I saw them around here. They have to be around here, somewhere. I spotted a tower of canned green beans that were stacked on top of each other. Right next to them was a display of the onions Kol wanted. I picked up a few containers and turned to go back to the front.

I gasped, when I walked face first into someone. I started to fall backwards, but arms reached out to steady me. I froze when my eyes landed on Damon. I started to hyperventilate and I began to struggle against him. He smirked and pinned me against the aisle shelves.

"Miss me?" He leered, quietly. I shook my head.

"You can't be here!" I told him, loudly.

"Why can't I? Is it a crime to visit my girl?" He asked me, taking care to grind his lower half against me. I froze, as flashbacks skidded across my eyes. Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to give in and let them fall. I can't afford to fall apart, not now.

"I'm not yours." I spat, defiantly. He smirked and backhanded me. I cried out and his covered my mouth with his. I tried to break free of him, but he didn't budge. I bit down on his lip, hard. He growled and hit me, again. This time, the blow landed in my stomach. I coughed and screamed. I hope it's enough to bring Kol running.

"You will always be mine. Never forget that. I'll have to cut this visit short, but don't worry, baby. I'll be back for you. I'll be around… watching. No matter how much you want to believe that Klaus would want someone as pathetic as you, you will always be mine. I don't care what he tells you or what lies he fills your head with. I will always be able to find you. Do you hear me?" He hissed. "Tell Rebekah I send my love." He grinned. I jerked my knee forward and slammed it into his crotch. He grunted in pain, before grabbing my head and slamming it backwards. I got dizzy and tried to keep my eyes open, but he kept hitting me. Everything is starting to go black…

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'One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet you.
I'm gonna meet you.
And if the lights are all out, I will follow your bus downtown and I'll see who's around.
Who's around?'
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A/N: Did you see that one coming? More to come! Next chapter will hopefully be up shortly after New Years. I'll be out of town until then. Reviews would be lovely.

Lots of love,
Anneryn