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Hold Me Down
In all fairness, Bonnie found the spot first.
She didn't mean to fall asleep but she was so fucking tired and hungry.
Just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.
A few minutes turns into hours judging by the setting sun when she opens her eyes. She debates staying in the little wooded area she found earlier. There is a stream nearby that she used to wash off the day's dirt and sweat. She doesn't have much, all her possessions are in the small brown backpack she carries, one of the straps is about to break, thanks to the pervert that tried to pull her into his car two nights ago. Just thinking about it has her shivering. She is so glad she was able to escape from him.
She hasn't slept in nearly two days, not since she ran out of money, and had to continue her journey on foot. She has blisters on her feet which is why she found this spot to rest. The area is secluded enough with the tall trees for cover but close enough to the highway that she can make a run for it if needed.
A scream has her jumping to her feet.
Bonnie is no stranger to screams or weird noises at night.
She hopes it's just an animal.
She does not want a repeat of pervert guy.
Bonnie slings the backpack over her shoulders and slowly makes her way out of the woods.
There is a highway nearby and she considers hitchhiking again. She has met some nice people along the way. The elderly couple that bought her dinner, the punk girl who told her the areas to avoid, and the kind hearted nurse who offered to take her to a shelter made Bonnie believe that there were still some decent and good people out there. Getting nearly kidnapped by what she is sure was a serial killer and barely managing to escape on the other hand, has reminded her of how horrible people can be. It has left her rather fearful of trying again.
She is going to walk and hope for the best-at this point she should be use to it.
As she attempts to make her way out of the woods, she hears a blood curling scream, followed by a gurgling sound, and a thud.
"What the hell?" Bonnie stumbles upon a group of men.
There is an elegant dressed guy who looks like he stepped out one of the magazines her foster mother used to read. He is cleaning his hands with a handkerchief.
Is that blood?
Bonnie does not have time to think on it as she spots the bodies on the ground.
A man with a cavity in his chest.
Bonnie swallows hard. The red organ next to the body is definitely- a heart. Jesus Christ.
Another man is on the ground, his neck at a weird angle-arms and legs twisted unnaturally.
A third men in a black leather jacket and matching jeans-is holding another muscled guy with tattoos on both arms. Muscled guy looks like the Hulk but the guy in the leather jacket is holding him as if he were a teddy bear.
"…help…" muscle guy raps before he gets his neck snapped. He is thrown to the ground without care.
Bonnie runs. What else is there to do in a situation like this?
She doesn't make it very far.
Suit guy appears in front of her in a flash.
How in the world did he do that?
"There is no need to be afraid," suit man murmurs as he locks eyes with her. He has short brown hair and mesmerizing brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a strong jawline.
Super-hot, her foster sister would have whispered with a giggle.
"I'm not going to hurt you," his voice is smooth. "You got lost and panicked a little but you found your way home eventually. You didn't see anything out of the ordinary," he continues in a commanding voice while staring deeply into her eyes. "You will forget our faces and this encounter."
"Are you fucking crazy!" Bonnie yells at him before punching him. She's nearly a foot shorter than him so her punch lands on his chest. It fucking hurts. It's like hitting a brick wall.
The man is momentarily stunned.
Bonnie uses that to her advantage and runs, tears forming in her eyes. She thinks she might have broken her hand. Her fingers tingle and heat spreads from the tips all the way to her elbow. The pain seems to be disappearing. Bonnie can hardly think about that. The only thing she can think about is escaping.
She doesn't make it very far, again.
Leather jacket guy is suddenly in front of her. He grabs her by her arms and lifts her up so they can be at eye level. Her backpack falls to the ground and Bonnie lets out a shriek, her feet are dangling.
How strong is this guy?
Curled dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes stare at her with curiosity. "And what do we have here?" he asks in an accented voice.
Bonnie's heart skips a beat. What is it about men with accents?
His lips curve into a knowing smirk.
Super-hot she thinks dumbly.
"What are we going to do with you, sweetheart?"
Bonnie panics then. She tries to get away from his grasp but it is in vain. She remembers the absolute panic when pervert guy grabbed her and tried to drag her into his car. She remembers the way her fingers tingled and the heat that invaded her. There had been a surge of something inside her right before she managed to break free.
Her attacker fell to the ground and Bonnie was able to escape. She suddenly wishes she could do the same thing again. She wants to run. She wants to escape and pretend this is some horrible nightmare. She has made things come true before, without meaning to most of the time, but this time she means it.
And then it happens.
Almost as if she made it come true with her thoughts. Like before.
How she does it-Bonnie is not sure. All she knows is that one minute leather jacket guy is holding her, lifting her a few feet from the ground and the next he is flung away from her by an invisible force.
Bonnie attempts to escape for a third time.
She is once again stopped, this time by both men.
How the hell are they able to appear in front of her so quickly?
They loom over her and Bonnie takes a fearful step back. They are handsome and dangerous and every nerve inside her is sizzling.
"A witch," leather jacket guy grins.
He has dimples.
"A what?" Bonnie looks between both men, trying to calculate how she can get out of this mess. Why aren't any cars passing by? Shouldn't there be police patrolling the streets? She would give anything for someone to come by and stop them from hurting her. She just witnessed a murder or two or three, her bran is still processing the scene she stumbled upon. There is no way they are going to let her go now. She could identify them. Maybe she'll be put in witness protection, that wouldn't be too bad, would it?
"We are not going to hurt you," the elegant one says. "You have my word on that."
He sounds sincere and yet, Bonnie doesn't trust people. Men in particular-they always want something.
"I think we should talk," he continues calmly. He shares a complicit look with leather jacket guy who gives him a slight nod. He stares at Bonnie once more. "Let's make a deal."
"A deal?" Bonnie repeats. Surely, her ears are deceiving her. Killers don't make deals. This is going to turn into some twisted game she's sure of it.
"You should consider yourself lucky, sweetheart." Leather jacket guy smiles at her.
Bonnie frowns. These two are serial killers, or they are part of a cult, or something, or both.
"There is a diner about a block down the road," Mr. Suit man suggest.
Yeah, Bonnie saw it earlier in the afternoon. She had longed to go inside and eat something. The idea of possibly getting some food out of this has her stomach rumbling loudly. She desperately wants to say yes, just so she can eat but she hesitates. Bonnie does not like the way they are looking at her. She doesn't know what this deal could be either. Not something good. Life has taught her not to expect good things and being in foster care has taught her better than to trust people. People who want to help you and do nice things for you, always want something in return. She knows better than to agree but here is the thing, Bonnie is starving. She's so fucking hungry that she's not really thinking about the consequences. This could turn out to be her last meal on earth and yet, she doesn't care. People are willing to do anything when they are starving.
"I'm not getting into any cars with you," she picks up her backpack and lifts her chin proudly doing her best not so show any fear. "You better not fucking touch me again, cause I have a gun, and I know how to use it." It's a blatant lie but she doesn't care. "I know kickboxing too." Another big lie but she does know how to defend herself. She learned from an early age.
Suit guy's lips twitch. That jawline.
"Yes, you are quite intimidating, love." Leather jacket guy smiles. Those dimples.
If she were any other girl she would be swooning.
They clearly know she's lying.
They are probably going to kill her.
Bonnie follows them into the unknown anyway.
The diner looks like it belongs to the 1950s.
It's bigger than Bonnie expects though.
The two waitresses working today do a double take as the three of them step inside.
Bonnie with her worn out flannel shirt and dirty jeans, leather jacket guy who walks as if he owns the place, and suit guy who frowns at the beat-up wooden tables, red chairs (most of them have seen better days) and ugly yellow paint. This is without a doubt not the type of establishment he frequents.
As soon as they are seated, Bonnie orders a double cheeseburger with French fries and sweet ice tea.
Her companions don't order anything.
The diner is nearly empty.
It's not dinner time yet and only a few patrons are inside. They are the only ones in that section and are seated close to the window.
Bonnie contemplates her companions and watches the way the curvy waitress flirts with them.
Leather jacket guy is charming, he flirts back for a bit, making the waitress laugh and bite her lip. It almost feels like a game.
Elegant guy is polite but disinterested. He looks out of place in his dark navy suit and matching tie. He looks good in it though.
They are both very good-looking men.
"You're not going to eat anything?" Bonnie asks while the waitress walks away, clearly putting on a show with the obvious swaying hips.
"Later," leather jacket guy looks at the retreating waitress briefly before turning those piercing blue eyes on her. "What's your name, love?"
Funny, how they haven't introduced each other yet.
"Bonnie," she responds quickly. "Bonnie Bennett."
The matching surprised looks she receives are rather comical.
Bonnie doesn't know why her name has caused such a reaction but she finds it funny. Seconds tick by and they continue to stare at her as if she is some unicorn recently discovered.
"Bennett," if he was interested in her before, he now seems fascinated. He leans forward, blue eyes drinking her face like a man who just stumbled out of the desert and has found an oasis.
"Yes, that's what I said."
They share a look, once again silently communicating.
"What a surprising turn of events," elegant guy murmurs. "I am Elijah Mikaelson," he introduces himself, ever so politely. "And this is my brother Niklaus."
"Everyone calls me- Klaus."
They wait for her to react as if their names are supposed mean something. Maybe they're some type of mobsters. It would explain the scene she encountered. On their walk to the diner, leather jacket guy-Klaus called someone to clean up the bodies left on the road. Yes, they're definitely mobsters Bonnie decides.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Klaus asks.
Bonnie shrugs. "Are your names supposed to mean something to me?"
Elijah frowns.
"Bloody hell! Don't you know your own history?"
Bonnie doesn't like Klaus's tone. "Don't yell," she chides him.
The waitress comes back with her burger and Bonnie's stomach rumbles so loudly that she fears everyone inside the diner hears it.
The waitress barely glances at Bonnie, practically shoving the plate on the table before trying once again to flirt with the brothers. They both ignore her in favor of staring at Bonnie as if she has grown a second head. Waitress lady looks disappointed and walks away, not before throwing Bonnie a nasty glare.
Bonnie could care less. She takes a big bite and moans as the cheese melts in her mouth.
Delicious.
This is what heaven must feel like.
For a few minutes there is only silence as Bonnie eats. She enjoys putting ketchup on her fries and even though the ice tea is super sweet, she drinks it gladly.
Both men are watching her with an intensity that has her stomach coiling but she ignores the feeling in favor of enjoying her meal.
This could be the last one after all.
When Bonnie finally finishes her meal and drinks the full glass of ice tea, she wipes her mouth with a napkin, and clears her throat. She feels full and content so it's time to talk business.
"So," she begins rather nervously. Under different circumstances this would be a fantasy come true, stumbling upon two hot guys who offer to buy her dinner-it's straight out of a romance novel really.
Bonnie knows better, life has taught her different.
"This deal of yours," she looks at Elijah. "It better not be anything shady. I don't steal, I don't do drugs, and I'm not a whore." She glances at Klaus who chuckles. "I know how to clean and cook and I'm good with numbers too. I'm willing to work my way up as long as it's honest work." Even if they are mobsters, they must have an office somewhere, or might need someone to clean their houses, or look after their pets.
"We are in need of a witch," Elijah tells her calmly.
"I'm sorry what?"
"And it's just our luck that you happen to be a witch," Klaus adds.
He called her a witch earlier but Bonnie was freaking out so it hardly registered. She blinks, utterly confused. "Are you high?"
Klaus snorts.
"We are not," Elijah is quick to assure her. "You are indeed a witch."
"A powerful one at that," Klaus is once again contemplating her with an excitement that should honestly scare her. He is intense.
"Yeah, right." Bonnie laughs. "What's next? You're going to tell me vampires and werewolves are real too." This is all a big joke.
"They are." Elijah smiles at her.
"We are vampires," Klaus states almost at the same time.
Bonnie looks from one to the other, waiting for them to laugh and say sike! They don't. They watch her and wait expectantly.
"You're joking."
"I can assure you, miss Bennett we are most definitely not." Elijah's dark gaze is piercing. "You resisted my compulsion, you even managed to push my brother away with a single thought." He almost looks proud.
"No, that is not…" Bonnie remembers the warm feeling inside her, the tingling in her hands. "I'm not, I can't be…"
"Have you ever done anything out of the ordinary?" Klaus questions her. "Perhaps when you were angry or scared." His eyes draw her in. "Move things without touching them?"
Bonnie swallows and glances away.
Night has fallen
There is a jingle as new customers come inside the diner.
The lights from a car passing by illuminate her face as she sits there and thinks back to all those unexplained things that happened to her. Since she was a little girl, she felt different. She knew deep down she was different.
She feels a shiver go down her spine as she recalls a particular night.
It was a heart attack
No, it wasn't, you did it. You know you did.
"Vampires and witches are very real miss Bennett," Elijah's smooth voice brings her out of her thoughts.
"It can't be."
"How is your hand?" Klaus asks.
Bonnie looks down at her hand. She remembers the pain she felt when she tried to punch Elijah. She doesn't feel anything now. The pain is gone. Her hand is in perfect condition.
Klaus gives her a knowing look.
"My brother and I are the oldest, most powerful vampires in existence. Our origin story is long and complicated but the one thing you need to know right now is that the Bennett family has been deeply intertwined with the Mikaelson family for centuries." Elijah is not boasting, he is simply stating a fact. "I believe we can help each other."
"How?"
"We can help you come into your power," Klaus responds. "With our guidance, you will learn how to wield the magic inside you." He leans forward once again and looks deeply into her confused green eyes. "You will never know fear again, you will never know pain, or hunger, you will be untouchable." His voice is hypnotic. "The world will be yours for the taking, Bonnie."
Bonnie shivers, goosebumps adorning her flesh.
Could it be true?
Is she really a witch?
"You said you need a witch," Bonnie remembers his words from earlier. "So, you want me to do something in return for showing me how to…" she pauses, still not fully convinced on this whole witch thing.
"Use your magic," Elijah supplies.
"Right," Bonnie is still uncertain but she is intrigued.
"Once you come into your full power, I will need you to do a spell for me," Klaus says. He looks elated.
"If vampires and witches are real," she murmurs. "Then surely you've met other witches before." Bonnie cannot be the only witch in the world, right?
"Of course we have," Klaus agrees. "I am very fond of witches." He gives her a devilish smirk. "None of them are a Bennett witch though."
"What's so special about that?"
Elijah looks almost offended.
"You really don't know anything about your heritage, do you?" Klaus looks pissed. "How could your parents not teach you-"
"I don't have any parents, or family for that matter," Bonnie shuts him up. She had a binder once with her life story. She wonders if her foster mom kept it. Doubtful since she was kicked out in the middle of the night with just a black trash bag to carry her things. She didn't even get to finish high school. She had enjoyed school. She even hoped to get into college.
"What happened?" Elijah's voice is gentle, reassuring even.
Bonnie shrugs. She doesn't want to talk about it. "So being a Bennett, is like an important thing," is easier to change the subject than to open the can of worms that is her life.
"It's more than just an important thing!" Klaus snaps angrily. "Your lineage is unrivaled."
"Really?"
Klaus mutters under his breath before turning to Elijah. They begin mumbling to each other, Bonnie doesn't understand a single thing they are saying. They are speaking far too fast and low for her to hear anything of importance.
"Deal."
Bonnie's response snaps them back to reality.
"You agree then?" Elijah is pleased.
"Sure," Bonnie mumbles. Is not like she has other plans. She has aged out of the foster care system, she has no friends, no family, and no money either. Making a deal with two incredibly handsome and enigmatic vampires seems like a good option especially if the whole magic witch thing is true.
Something deep inside Bonnie, tells her it is. Deep down she has always known she is special, there is something inside her, something different. She just didn't have a name for it before.
Magic
This is either going to be the greatest thing that ever happens to her or she just sold her soul to the devil, or devils in this case.
But-
She has nothing to lose, she might as well see if she can gain something out of it.
Carpe Diem.