AN: I hope everyone is well and safe. I just wanted to say that life is short and we need to embrace the good and beautiful and true and not give merit or life to the bullshit. I just had a co-worker and friend die in an auto accident because the other driver wasn't paying attention while driving and the other cars were stopped. She was young with children and plans and goals. And now she is gone. Please live your life to the fullest, whatever that means to you...if it is writing your story then do it, travelling, then do it(with a mask),lol, finding love, living happy, then do it. I love you all and thank you for the time you put in to reading and reviewing. God Bless.

With this chapter things are moving along and will be going pretty fast and crazy. Please remember this is AU and by the end things will be explained and discovered. There is some jumping back and forth in time, but I how that it is not confusing and that it makes sense. Thank you again and enjoy.

Chapter 8

New Orleans

Unguarded, Klaus' countenance reflected his emotions as clearly as if reading a book, Elijah didn't need to have a brotherly bond with him to know he was ill at ease and in a foul disposition.

The discontentment oozed off of him and he was not good company, which was annoying to his family and deadly to anyone or thing that happened to cross his path. Elijah urged him to go to the girl but he refused. He would only say that she had to come to him and then he would effectively end the conversation by shutting it down or changing the subject.

...

He had laid beside her through the night, cradling her small warm body next to his as she slept, inhaling her scent, seduced by her supple skin, aroused by her essence. A lesser creature would not have been able to resist, but he was not a lesser creature and she was not a plaything meant for the whims of the weak.

The beast in him could hardly be contained. His desire to shed his manly vestige, revealing his true self to her was what drove him,the early morning, from his bed and away from her, fearing what he would do.

Her departure was a relentless test of his will, which was why he chose not to be there. He wanted to brutally kill the boy, presenting him to her as a gruesome gift, a bloody token of his affection (several times through the night he walked by the door listening to him breath, contemplating). He envisioned they would bathe in his blood and eat his heart, then they would savagely and wildly fuck under the bright and watchful eye of the moon.

...

Now, several days after her exodus and not seeing her enchanting face or hearing her siren-like voice he was still reminded of her, he still ached for her. Every waking moment was filled with thoughts of her, wondering what she was doing, if she was safe and when she would return.

Nights were filled with vivid, consuming and all-too-real sex dreams fueled by her lingering scent that took residence in his bed and his room. The separation was driving him insane causing him to lash out. It was like she marked him and every space he called his own. She didn't know what she was but the level of her essence was potent which was astonishing, considering.

He had given her the book in hopes that she would have read it and returned either fully aware or turning to him for answers to the questions that would surely come, but she hadn't returned. There was no sign of her, no feelings or trances of her.

Thoughts of that simpleton touching her exquisite body, of her allowing him to touch her as he had only dreamt of was driving him mad. Tasting her wasn't enough. He was a fool to think that that would sustain him. She created a maelstrom in him and he couldn't control it.

Klaus had never been affected by a female like this, but she was no ordinary female. He was reverted back to an out-of-control wildling letting his emotions and basic instincts rule him. His mind was clouded, one moment he was sure she felt something for him, the next he was in doubt, convinced she was playing a game with him, using her wiles to make a fool out of him causing him to curse the night fate brought them together.

...

Klaus needed a distraction. He needed to hunt. He needed the taste of blood down his throat and on his lips to momentarily quench the thirst of her. Yet he knew he was on a fool's errand because even while killing and feeding, she was there with him and yet he had no other choice but to flee into the night looking for solace.

Klaus walked naked through the dense foliage and trees finding a spot near a small pond not too far from his house where he decided would be a good place to change (the house was never a good place to transition). He began to transform, letting his beast out. The night was quiet except for the snapping, cracking, grunts and groans as he morphed into a deadly creature out for blood and the thrill of the hunt.

He twisted, bending and writhing as his muscles, bones and sinew contorted, elongated and shifted. His pale skin darkened and stretched to accommodate his increased frame, height and mass while becoming denser and tougher. His body hair increased, growing thicker and more coarse and fur-like, but remained short except on his neck, chest and pelvic area which were thickly covered in long silver and black fur-like coarse hair, which was surprisingly soft.

His head and face were completely wolf-like, face completely covered in hair with long ears, extended snout with sharp fangs and canines, blue eyes now blood red and blonde curls now long dark blonde mass of fur-like hair almost like a lion's mane which covered his whole head.

His arms extended longer and were muscled with fingers now long razor sharp claws. He stood on two legs, now more than seven feet tall, close to ten feet instead of his five feet ten inches.

He walked on the pads of his feet which were a mix of human and canine, longer and with claws instead of toenails. The space from his calves to his ankles were covered in long thick silver and black hair on both legs.

Once he was transformed he stood, a massive humanoid beast, listening for prey, any prey, human or animal, that unwisely ventured near or on his property. His ears turned as he heard a heartbeat, rapid and steady. It was a deer running through the woods. Klaus took off in pursuit.

...

Elijah heard him as he came in and he smelled the blood, which now wafted through the house. It was near six in the morning and the sun was beginning to peek through the night's sky. He had been out all night. Elijah heard his howls throughout the night. The anguish and longing Klaus felt as he cried out for the girl was too much for Elijah to bear. He was tempted to join his brother in the hunt, but decided that it was best to leave to his own company.

For days they had endured his parade of rancorous behavior from sour moods to snarly tongue to clinging melancholy to sudden bursts of rage. He was a time bomb and anything could set him off or plunge him into a deep and dark abyss. The situation had gotten so bad that Theresa stayed away as much as possible and she had the patience of the saint she shared a name with.

Klaus would rant and rave about the man-child's treatment of the girl and how he should have gutted him when he had the opportunity. In the very next second he would lament over the fierce, powerful and dark creature that she should be instead of the docile whip of a girl he had seen.

Elijah was tired of the waiting game that Klaus insisted on playing. There had to be something he could do without gaining Klaus' ire, but would facilitate a better status quo than what was currently the norm. If something didn't happen soon he would intervene, regardless of the consequences.

…

Mystic Falls - Now

For Caroline, the days after her night out with Bonnie passed in a haze of hangover, hangover remedies, hangover depression, hangover denial and travel preparation, so she wasn't surprised that she hadn't heard from Bonnie.

She didn't expect to hear from her before she flew out on Monday to attend her father's wedding. She wasn't too excited about it, but she said she would go and be supportive, but she couldn't help but wonder who in their right mind would have a wedding during the week. Clearly her father wasn't in his right mind since he was marrying a woman twenty years his junior who was already knocked up by said crazy man. Clearly she wasn't too sane either, Caroline mused as she chuckled to herself.

While she tried to figure out what she was going to bring, she found herself repeatedly telling Tyler that she hadn't done anything crazy and she hadn't drank too much, which was true since she couldn't remember exactly how much she did indeed drink.

She bent the truth because he would have continued to integrate her on what she did, trying to get all the facts and a complete rundown ensuring that she didn't do anything that she could get arrested for.

She thought it was funny how he was more worried about her committing a felony than cheating. He would only laugh and say that cheating was the least of his worries when it came to her.

She chuckled to herself knowing he truly loved her in spite of her crazy, while not being afraid of, or mind dealing with it. He was much like Bonnie and her mother, they knew how crazy Caroline could be and they loved her regardless and in spite of it, oftentimes taming her inasmuch as she could be. It was more about containing instead of quelling.

Caroline should have been giving him the what-for for bailing on her, since he was supposed to be going to the wedding also, which piqued her ire. However, Tyler came up with some lame ass excuse as to why he couldn't and she was too busy dealing with her massive hangover to give into her pettiness.

She was also trying to avoid her mother or at least a visit from her, a difficult task considering the sheriff was known to make unexpected visits. To prevent Liz from coming over, Caroline had to indulge her every call since she would blow up her phone if she didn't hear from her and thus storm her apartment with the skill of a swat team.

Liz knew Caroline could go balls to the wall in her drinking, usually holding her own, but she could out drink a Russian sailor if challenged or egged on and that was never a good thing.

Liz didn't know where she got her anger issues, but she did know where she got her high threshold for alcoholic intake...her shit father and his whole family...if drinking was an Olympic sport they would hold the gold, silver and bronze medals in every event.

She didn't mind Caroline drinking, she was a grown woman and could do what she wanted and for the most part she was responsible. What concerned her was her inability to not go from sixty to life in prison if provoked or triggered. Sober Caroline had a difficult enough time controlling her anger, alcohol added fuel to an already simmering fire.

Although she trusted Bonnie to keep her on a tight leash, she knew her daughter was a handful. Plus when drinking she was more inclined to give in to her propensity for violence, which clearly meant….shit could hit the fan.

Liz Forbes was not only a kick-ass sheriff, she was a wonderful mother and what made her exceptional at both was she was fair, understanding and tough as nails. She didn't take shit and she had an inner bullshit radar that was her superpower so she always knew when the girls were up to something when they were youngsters.

This was also the reason she knew Elena wasn't about shit and was not to be trusted, although it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone that knew her parents. They acted like they were the pillars of the community, but they had lots of dirty little secrets.

As far as Liz was concerned they got what they deserved and it was just a matter of time before their useless spawn would get the same. Liz just hoped her daughter wasn't karma's tool for exacting justice, she would hate to have to throw her career away to save her baby.

…

Then

Bonnie woke with a start, breathing heavy, heart racing and body tingling. Eyes blurry, she blinked a few times in rapid succession as she tried to get her bearings, once she remembered where she was she allowed herself to relax until she felt something sticky on her face, hands and thighs.

She quickly but quietly stood up and carefully walked to the bathroom. After closing the door she turned on the lights. Looking down her body she saw blood and dirt.

Panicking, she gasped and ran to the mirror. Looking at her reflection she examined her face, frantically touching her face and neck inspecting herself she saw no wounds, but there was dirt in her nails and feet mixed with blood. Blood covered her chin and looked as if it ran down her neck and down her body, trailing down between the valleys of her breasts.

Suddenly she turned to see if there was blood, scrapes or bruises on her back, there wasn't any. As she looked at herself in the mirror a horrible realization crossed her mind...she was naked and she couldn't remember how she got like this.

What the fuck is happening? Did I hurt someone? Did someone hurt me or try to hurt me? Fuck...Where are my panties and bra? Bonnie's thoughts were scattered, but her self preservation instincts kicked in. She quickly got into the shower and scrubbed herself.

Wrapped in a towel she walked through the dark room, stripped her bed and threw the linen in a heap by the door, then she looked for her clothes, finding them where she had left them, of course not her undergarments.

Fuck….FUCK…! She would worry about that later, but right now she knew she had to get out of the room and haul ass home.

Bonnie got dressed, smuggled the linen out the room. She was glad that it was a hotel with the doors on the outside, but hated that they walked instead of driving. After throwing the discarded linen in the truck, she pulled the car in front of their room.

Next, she woke up a very grumpy and hangover riddled Caroline, helped her get dressed and promptly left the hotel, thankful that she paid cash and not caring that she lost her deposit.

Care slept on the way home, leaving Bonnie with her thoughts and paranoia. It was six thirty in the morning and still dark, yet another thing that Bonnie was grateful for as she quickly drove them back to Mystic Falls.

After dropping Care off and making sure she was comfy in bed with a glass of water and a few ibuprofens waiting for her on her nightstand, she headed home. Once home, she burned the hotel sheets and blanket linen in her fire pit, took another shower and went to bed.

New Orleans

Klaus had fallen asleep, thinking he was dreaming of Bonnie, however the scent of blood and her arousal invading his olfactory senses told a different story. A mix between real and fantasy, dream and reality merged, transporting Klaus into her real-time experience.

He was sharing her experience, connected to her as she surrendered to her bloodlust, to her nature, to her animalistic proclivities. He wasn't sure how this was happening, whether they were connected by mind, body, soul or all three, but it caused him to lay in his bed with his eyes open taking everything in.

He could smell the night air that had the faint scent of fresh rain and he felt the cool night air against his skin, he could hear noises in the distance and he could see the glimpses of their location.

He could feel her pulse racing with excitement, her lungs filling with air as she inhaled heavily, catching her breath from her wild movements. He could hear the rhythmic beating of her heart, hammering in her chest like a scared jackrabbit.

He could see her prey, underneath her, pale and lifeless as she hovered over the body resembling a terrible and vengeful goddess taking the offering set before her.

Klaus basked in her glorious awakening and was aroused by the vision of her naked form which was the epitome of perfection. And most importantly he could feel her need and desire calling out to him.

In a flash the vision and sensations were gone. He was up in an instant, donning on his robe heading to his study. Once there he presided to call his private pilot to ready his plane, not caring about the time of night. He was flying to Virginia. He would have just driven out there but he knew that he needed to get there as quickly as possible.

After his arrangements were made he started packing, then he went to Elijah's room to inform him of his departure, knowing that his brother was awake.

Greece, Kythira Island -Mediterranean Sea

Sheila, eyes closed, laid in the hammock lazily waiting for her lover to bring her drink when suddenly dark foreboding clouds rapidly rolled in blotting out the sun and the pleasant breeze turned violent. The shadow over her face caused her to open her eyes.

When she opened her eyes she saw Bonnie standing in the sand before her clad in a red flowing Grecian style gown, eyes black as pitch, lips red with blood, curls wild and windswept and a crown of white flowers on her head. She looked at Sheila with a satisfied smile and said, "It is done."

Sheila blinked, startled and at once the vision was gone and the day was as beautiful as it had always been. She hurriedly got up. "Babe, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," inquired her lover as he walked to her carrying a tray with drinks and food.

She looked at him, her regal countenance marred by a worried scowl, " I...I have to call my granddaughter." She called back to him as she walked past him back into the cottage.

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