"Bonnie," her father calls from the front door, "there's a young man here to see you."

Thinking it's Jeremy, Bonnie shuts her history book and pushes it aside as she scrambles from her bed where she had been studying. She freezes at the door, however, when she sees the man standing there. Klaus is standing on her doorstep conversing naturally with her father. His smile is so inviting that Bonnie herself almost buys his story about being new in town and her promising to show him around.

Her blood runs cold when she looks into his eyes and sees the barely hidden anger. In that moment, she understands his warning…and she knows he's not bluffing.

She forces her voice to remains steady while she tells her father she's going to the Grill, and pulls the sweater she's wearing tighter around her body as she leaves the safety of her house. "What do you want?" she asks after he has her secured in his car.

He pulls out of her driveway and is halfway down her street before he answers. "Is it so hard to believe I just want to talk?" he asks, the sneer in his voice contradicting his words even as they come out of his mouth.

"What…do…you…want?" she repeats, enunciating each word.

He laughs. "There's a fire in your eyes that I never saw in Greta," he tells her, his voice bitterly reminiscent. "She was always so cold."

Bonnie picks up on his use of the past tense right away, and turns to face the window as she whispers, "What did you do to Greta?"

Bonnie hears the hysteria in her voice, but it because Bonnie cares about Greta. There is, however, an unspeakable connection between witches, and she had—at one time—liked her brother, Luka; it isn't about Greta as a person, it's that Greta was a witch, and Bonnie can relate to that.

"The sacrifice…as it turns out, it was too much for her…which I suppose, is why I've sought you out." Klaus doesn't sound remorseful at all, and it makes Bonnie shiver.

Bonnie turns back to face him and speaks slowly. "You want me."

A faint grin is evident on his face as he shrugs. "In a manner of speaking."

"Do I get a choice?" she whispers, already knowing the answer.

"Only if you're willing to lose a few people." He gives her a moment to take in his words before continuing, "I think I'll start with your father. It would be a pity if he were to just…die. And then there's the Gilbert boy—it would be such a shame if he were to be involved in a tragic car accident. Poor Elena, she'd be all alone in the world."

Bonnie swallows the lump in her throat and forces back the tears. She glares at him as if he is the devil incarnate, but nods. "What do you want me to do?"