A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! Most of your questions will be answered as the story progresses. Please take note of the rating change. There is a smut scene at the bottom which takes place after the Bolded and underlined, -X-. I'd like to note that Bonnie is living a hot girl summer in this story lol so keep that in mind. Thanks again for reading!

South of France
Present Day

The rage Klaus felt earlier returned tenfold once he read the name at the end of the letter. The Lockwood boy had been on the run for the last fifteen years or so. Klaus had virtually forgotten him. Tyler was his first hybrid and his greatest failure. The fact that he had been with Bonnie all of this time made Klaus's blood boil. First Elijah, now Tyler.

"You harlot," Klaus sneered. Had the circumstances been different, Bonnie would have laughed at the archaic term Klaus used to describe her, however, the look in his eyes struck fear in her heart. Klaus took a step towards her and Bonnie retreated hesitantly.

"Let me explain…" Fear trickled down her spine and she wondered briefly if this was it for her. She always dreamed this day would catch up to her but now that it was staring her in the face, she couldn't say she was prepared for the outcome. Klaus was on her in a second. He pinned her against the side of the house, her body crushed between the wall and his body. The force of the impact made her wince and she involuntarily reached for the back of her head, Klaus smacked her hand away. It didn't hurt but it pissed her off nonetheless.

"Don't touch me," she growled. Her crooked jaw was set with false bravado. Klaus ignored her.

"Did you mate with him?" It was all Klaus wanted to know. The thought of Bonnie sharing a bond with another made him want to commit a double-murder-suicide.

"No," Bonnie answered truthfully but Klaus could sense there was more that she wasn't telling him.

"I'm going to fucking murder him right in fucking front of you." Bonnie's heart shattered. There was something in Klaus's tone that left no room for doubt. Klaus was his scariest when he didn't yell.

"I will never forgive you," Bonnie countered. Her voice broke as her eyes watered. There was no consoling Klaus. She knew she didn't have a leg to stand on but she had to try anyway.

"Is that so, my love?" Klaus feigned concern. He reached up and pushed her hair out of her face gently. From the outside, they looked like two lovers having an intimate moment but that couldn't be farther from the truth. "You dare mention forgiveness to me," Klaus glared at her. His chest ached and he wondered what other betrayals she had tucked away. His disbelief kept him glued to his spot. Not his Bonnie…

"Tyler has been in my life since before I could talk. If you kill him, you're going to have to kill me too." Bonnie's words inflicted a growl.

"Then I'll save you for last," Klaus shouted and tightened the grip on her neck; the force making her eyes water. His wolf itched for him to stop his assault but the rage he felt was uncontrollable. With a simple twist, he could end her life but, the agony he felt when she left years ago would be nothing compared to the agony he'd feel over her death.

His grip tightened around her neck as he watched her squirm under his grip. She pushed against his chest in efforts to get him to back off but he didn't budge. A precession of tears began to fall from her eyes as she clawed at his hands, silently begging him to let go of her. Klaus watched as she struggled in his grip. The satisfaction he wanted wasn't there. She wasn't even attempting to fight back.

Angrily, he pushed her to the side to keep from giving in to his impulses. He was off his A-Game, thanks to her. He didn't come for conversation or niceties. He simply came to torture and murder her and he couldn't even do that. The bond that had weakened over time wouldn't allow it.

Bonnie stumbled away from him, gasping for air. As much as she wanted to lash out at him, she could understand his anger. She felt as though she deserved her fate but she also couldn't give in easily either. She had two children to look after and she could not, would not leave them in the hands of their father. Despite what she and Klaus shared, he was still Klaus.

She found her voice and asked, "Are you going to threaten me all day or would you like to meet your children?" Bonnie's voice was calm enough to bring Klaus down a notch. His heart skipped a beat as nervousness crept into the pit of his belly. Bonnie seized that moment to lead him toward the house, buying herself some time before he snapped once again. Rather than resist, Klaus followed languidly behind her, very apprehensive about meeting the lives they created.

-X-

New Orleans
Ten Years Ago

Klaus stared at the witch before him in silent shock. He wasn't sure what kind of trap this was or what type of game she was playing but the seriousness of her countenance threw him off. She wanted his blood, demanded it even.

"How am I to know you won't use it for a spell of yours?" Ever suspicious, Klaus couldn't take any chances. He didn't survive a thousand years on chance alone.

"I won't," Bonnie promised. "Whatever happened in Mystic Falls is behind me. I'm here for selfish reasons." As she spoke, Klaus looked for any sign of deception; there wasn't any. In his many years, he learned to read people well. If Bonnie was lying, he'd know.

Still, he didn't trust her.

Klaus moved to the side and watched as Bonnie quietly made her way inside. The house was just as dark as it was outside. She had shown up at three in the morning like a normal person. Klaus walked through the courtyard of The Abattoir and led her into his study. There, he returned to the drink he had abandoned to open the door for her. He sat on the edge of his desk and stared silently at her. She stood near the door frame, glancing around at the thousands of books that covered the bookshelves. She didn't take Klaus for a reader.

"Are you going to give it to me?" Bonnie's hopeful voice cut through the silence. Klaus brought his glass to his lips. The brown liquor burned the back of his throat as he thought about her question.

"What's in it for me?" Of course, he wanted payment. Bonnie looked at him incredulously.

"I don't know. What do you want from me?" Klaus chuckled and sat his glass down with a soft thud.

"First, I want to know why you need my blood. Did one of your little friends have a bad run-in with a werewolf? We can discuss payment later." Bonnie didn't like where this was going but her magic desperately needed this. Whatever he required, she would cross that bridge when she got to it.

"My friends are fine. I'm here for me, as I said. I need your blood to help with my magic. If you're not willing to help me, I'll ask Elijah or Rebekah. It doesn't have to be you." Bonnie couldn't have Klaus thinking he was special, even if he was.

Klaus frowned. "If what you say is true, then their blood won't suffice, we both know that," he countered with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. He was well aware of what vampire blood did for witches. His initial shock from her demands was replaced with delight. He had her.

"I don't have time for your cockiness, Klaus. Either you give it to me, or I find it from someone else." Bonnie's threats fell on deaf ears.

"Because Stefan was doing such a great job?" Klaus could smell the younger vampire on her. The urge to replace Stefan's scent with his was beginning to fester. Bonnie stiffened at his revelation.

"Can you not be difficult for once in your life, Klaus? Please," Bonnie pleaded. She didn't have time for niceties or pride. She wanted what she wanted and he was beating around the bush.

Klaus's eyes darkened with lust. He liked her begging. "Do it again," he demanded.

"Please…" Klaus smirked and rolled up the sleeve of his Henley. His eyes flashed with gold as his fangs descended and he bit into his flesh. The sight of his blood made Bonnie twitch. She glanced up at him in confusion. "If you want it, come and get it." Of course, he wouldn't just hand his blood over. What was she thinking?

She swallowed her pride and closed the distance between them. She glanced up at him hesitantly before taking his wrist in her hand. The wound was already starting to close. "Tick Tock, Bonnie," he goaded.

She closed her lips over the wound and drank.

-X-

Klaus was usually too busy to indulge in the desires of his carnal flesh. There was always someone plotting his demise, always someone he needed to torture, but there were times where he simply threw caution to the wind. The feel of Bonnie's lips against his skin did it to him. He was touch deprived and didn't realize it until Bonnie absently caressed his back as she drank from him. He leaned against the edge of the desk and held her as she drank, enjoying each pull as she sucked. His wound closed and she finally came up for air. Her forest green eyes were now darkened with lust. The scent of her arousal filled the air and Klaus released a growl from deep within his chest. The vibration made Bonnie jump slightly. Moisture pooled between her thighs as Klaus looked at her as if he was ready to pounce.

Bonnie bit her lips, "I want more," she declared, boldly. Klaus perked a brow.

"What do I get in return?" He wanted to know. Bonnie didn't answer. Instead, she hefted her chin and flipped her hair over her shoulders, exposing her neck to him. Klaus stared in silent shock. From previous interactions, he knew that Bonnie hated being fed from. Damon's attack on her left her scarred. She could only blame her behavior on the high that came from feeding on Klaus.

He didn't give her much time to change her mind.

Klaus pulled her closer to him by her hips and with ease, hoisted her into his lap. Part of her wanted to cringe at being so close to her sworn enemy but another part of her was intrigued. Klaus leaned in and inhaled her scent. He had to savor this moment because he knew when she came to her senses, she'd put at least a continent between the two of them, but for now, he had her.

Klaus licked the spot right above her jugular before easing his fangs into her neck gently, Bonnie winced and whimpered as she adjusted her position in his lap. Klaus groaned against her neck as her heartbeat delivered pump after pump of blood into his mouth. His eyes glowed as her magic and blood entered his body. The feeling was euphoric and increased tenfold when he felt Bonnie bite into his flesh. His grip on her strengthened as he held her in place, not wanting the feeling to end. He could drain her completely or he could save some of her for later. He was in a dilemma.

Ultimately, he settled for the latter, pulling away from her slowly when he felt her hold on him weaken. He licked his lips and cradled her in his arms, allowing her to get her fill. Her eyes settled on his when she sat up and he swore he saw gold in her irises, or maybe that was his eyes reflecting in hers. His pink lips pulsated with her blood and magic. He couldn't get enough of her but he would have to. She was too good to drain but he wanted more of her.

Bonnie wanted the same.

Klaus didn't hesitate when she closed the gap and placed her lips on his. His massive hands found the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. Bonnie's lips, now swollen, made their way to his neck where she kissed tenderly. In awe, Klaus watched silently as Bonnie took her time placing tender kisses on his neck and chest. He lifted his arms when she pulled at the hem of his shirt and smirked when she began sucking on his earlobe. His wolf demanded that he take her against the desk and he planned to do that, however, he wanted to enjoy the moment. No one ever handled him with such delicacy before, not even when he was human. For a thousand years he was deprived of this tender touch. He didn't want it to end.

But he was also a man with needs and Bonnie was taking her sweet time while he busted at the seams.

A low growl escaped his chest; in a flash, he had her completely naked before him, her clothes scattered about the room. Klaus took a brief moment to drink in her glory. Everything about him was carnal and while he was usually a man of great patience in the bedroom, there was a primal need to be buried deep inside of her, a need he could not deny himself, nor her. He wanted it out of his system.

Bonnie shuddered as the chill in the air engulfed her. Her nipples hardened in response. Klaus wasted no time taking her pert breasts into his mouth. She moaned as she stood before him, taking his head into her hands. His curls wrapped around her fingers and held him in place. His hand cupped her other breast and the warmth of his always-hot flesh engulfed her.

Klaus gently picked her up and laid her on the desk. The desk was completely cleared, save from a few items he pushed onto the floor. Instinctively, Bonnie wrapped her legs around his waist and Klaus hovered over her, kissing down her body until his lips met the apex of her thighs. His fangs descended and pierced her femoral vein. Bonnie moaned in response, growing wetter than before; he was so close, yet so far.

Once he had his fill, he licked the wound, watching as it closed on its own accord due to his blood in her system. His groin tingled with satisfaction. His tongue found her clit in no time; Bonnie's hips bucked in response. Her folds were slick with her arousal and she tasted sweet. He pushed her thighs back, spreading her lips in the process. He sucked on her clit and held her in place as he assaulted her core.

Bonnie trembled under his touch. His mouth felt good. He felt good. His hands on her body felt good. His blood in her system made her hypersensitive and hyper-aware of her surroundings. It felt like the time she and Jeremy Gilbert experimented with Ecstasy. Euphoria. Her moans sounded far away as if she ascended to a higher plane and left her writhing body behind. She shuddered when his hands cupped her breasts. She couldn't take it anymore and yet, she wanted more, more of his blood, more of his touches, more of him.

Bonnie welcomed his lips with a kiss. The feel of his clothing on her skin aroused and annoyed her. She needed skin to skin contact. In a haste, she tore his Henley in half, fueled by magic and arousal, both his and hers. Her legs felt like jelly but her core throbbed and pulsated like it had its own heartbeat. It too was touch-deprived.

Her arousal was so thick it hung in the air, suffocating anyone in its presence. Thankfully, Klaus didn't need air in his lungs or else he'd perish on the spot. Heat radiated from Bonnie in waves and he wondered briefly if the witch was part werewolf like him. His fingers slid against her silky folds and dipped inside of her entrance. The kiss he delivered was sinful as his tongue darted around her mouth, almost similar to how he licked her core. The pleasure elicited a moan from Bonnie, low and guttural. Klaus usually reserved his impulsivity for his ambitions and not in the bedroom; however, Bonnie unleashed something ravenous in him. She was blood to a vampire, a flame to a moth, meth to a meth-head.

Entering her was an entirely different high. Everything leading up was like speeding to the top of a rollercoaster track only now he was free-falling.

Backward.

Pleasure assaulted him from every angle. In all of his years, he thought he was used to the heightened feelings of vampirism but this was a new feeling. Like a baby hearing its mother's voice for the first time. Everything in him came alive. The air felt different in his lungs. The blood that pumped in his veins felt different, like an icy-hot he's never felt before. His skin prickled as Bonnie's magic engulfed him in its flames. Every atom in his body was aware of her; the breath on his neck, her nails in his back, her walls clenched around his member, her magic pulsating beneath and around him, he was aware of all of it.

The green in her eyes returned and Bonnie suddenly became aware of Klaus. The feeling of death and chaos she felt when she touched him normally was replaced with something new, something she never thought she'd associate with the Original Hybrid. Bonnie likened it to a junkie's first high. She imagined herself sprawled out butt-naked on a soiled mattress in a crackhouse with the needle still in her arm, teetering on the brink of death. She loved it. She couldn't get enough of it. Her magic flowed freely from her body and encompassed him. She needed him close, she never wanted him to leave. She could feel his blood coursing through her veins and could almost tell which was hers and which was his. She was hyperaware of every molecule and every air particle that made up the room. Aware of his scent, archaic forestry with a hint of sandalwood, myrrh, and ash. There was something primal in his sweat as it dripped on her chest. Something wolf-like that made her hungry for more of him. The longer he stroked her, the more animalistic he became.

She was aware of the moment the vampire took a backseat and the wolf rose to the surface.

In a flash, she was no longer laying supinely on the desk but bent over it instead. The breath escaped her lungs with an 'oof' as he roughly pushed her against the surface. With his blood in her system, she felt no pain, only pleasure, as he entered her from behind and stroked her with speed and precision, Bonnie gripped the edge of the desk with her hands and gripped his length with her walls as she received every inch of him. She clenched with each withdrawal and released with each thrust. The act drove Klaus insane, eliciting a growl from him.

Despite her submissive position, Bonnie was the dominant one. The way Klaus unraveled inside of her was proof of that. There were butterflies in the pit of her stomach as it tightened with anticipation. The feeling she felt in her lower abdomen was usually self-inflicted and not as intense. The build-up to her release was akin to base jumping Mt. Everest. The weightless feeling in her chest as her body tensed and convulsed beneath him was addicting. She wanted to live in this moment. Her moans were deafening as her body reacted on its own accord. Klaus held her in place as he continued his efforts to drive her insane. She couldn't believe a feeling so euphoric could ever be associated with Klaus but alas, it was.

A humiliating whimper left her lips as she released her build-up all over him.

Klaus watched in awe as she came apart beneath him. Each of his movements sent her body into a frenzy which virtually sent him over the edge. Once the wave of pleasure began to settle, he picked up the pace once again, biting his lips as he came close to the brink.

One touch from her sent him careening into his release and he shuddered tremendously at the feel of her feather-light fingers against his abdomen. His hips jerked in response as he held her in place. His fangs descended as he sunk himself inside of her in two locations. Bonnie moaned; the arch in her back ached, but Klaus held her close as he drank from her neck, preventing her from toppling over.

As painful as it was to tear himself away from her, Klaus released his hold on her and stood back, watching as Bonnie clung to the desk, struggling to hold herself up. He chuckled, the sound of his laughter rung in her ears like the tolls of a bell. Her magic thrummed beneath the surface of her skin and tingled at her fingertips. A shiver traveled the length of her spine and pulsated where her thighs greeted. Disoriented, Bonnie struggled with her noodle-like legs and the high she was currently experiencing. She was sure he was enjoying the scene but she had to block him out… and find a chair to sit in.

Klaus grinned to himself as he watched Bonnie cope with the after-effects of their tryst. She was Blood Drunk, a side effect of blood sharing. He too felt the same euphoria she did but having experienced it in the past, he knew what to expect. Bonnie, on the other hand, did not.

"I take it Stefan's blood didn't have the same effect, did it?" Bonnie wanted to wipe the cocksure grin from his face but instead, she flopped down in the office chair after successfully dragging herself to the other side of the desk. Her entire body tingled and she could still feel him on her, in her.

"You shut up," she chastised with a murmur. Klaus released a belly laugh. He rounded the desk and moved to stand in front of her. Bonnie glanced up at him with doe eyes, anticipating his next move. Her eyes darted back and forth from his chest to his member which she was eye level with. She looked away but not before Klaus noticed the small lick of her lips. Smirking, he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit into it before offering it to her. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and began to drink her fill.

"Drink up," he encouraged, stroking her hair gently as he held her close to his abdomen. The feel of her head near his pelvis excited him and he closed his eyes to savor the euphoria of her draining his wrists; he hoped by the end of the night that she'd drain him in other ways. "I'm not finished with you yet."