Note: Let's see how this goes, shall we? (Unedited, spur of the moment, etc)

Chapter One: Hello Old Friend

It was always easiest to ignore the most obvious. Bonnie Bennett was beautiful, always had been. Except, the last time Klaus Mikaelson had so much as looked at her, she'd been a hapless teenaged witch who hadn't stood a chance against him. Beautiful…but nothing compared to what she so clearly had become.

Yet even back then she'd almost bested you

Rolling his eyes at his inner monologue he tilted his head curiously at her. How she'd ended up in New Orleans was beyond him. Surely by now everyone knew who resided in and ruled the City. Yet there she was, lost in the music as she worked her hips to the sound of a song, clapping her hands as she threw her head back and let the tempo guide the sway of her body.

Klaus' eyes weren't the only ones on her, and he watched as the nightwalkers' gaze lingered as he shimmied past the witch with his dance partner. Fingers tightened around the tumbler in his hand, the glass protesting with a singular crack shooting down the side. If anyone was going to get anywhere near her and get to the bottom of her presence in his Kingdom it would be him. The band transitioned smoothly from performing "All Hands Against His Own" by The Black Keys to "Keep Me". Bonnie never wavered or slowed; it seemed like the band, the other party-goers, the lights and the heat were all orbiting around her, under the spell of her every movement.

"You're broodier than usual." Marcel noted as he appeared next to his Maker.

"Hardly." Klaus kept his eyes on her as she moved, subsumed in her own bliss. Marcel followed his eye and his own widened in return.

"Old friend?" He wondered and Klaus' mouth twitched.

"Not even close." Marcel looked over at Klaus then, curiosity weaving through his ever-present smile.

"Well now I have to know her name." The darker skinned vampire decided, lifting his elbows off of the bar behind him, his introduction to the mystery woman on the tip of his tongue. Klaus looked at him then, stern as ever.

"She is not to be trusted. Know that," Marcel chuckled under his breath at the predictability of the Hybrid's reaction. "And if anyone's going to say anything to her, it'll be me. I'm the only one with enough sense to know that her presence here surely won't bode well for the rest of us."

"Another enemy of yours come to avenge themselves?" Marcel teased, "And she seems to have left quite an impression on you."

"She's a child." Klaus sneered, tossing back the rest of his drink. Marcel leaned to the side so he could speak right into the Hybrid's ear.

"She's also the most powerful witch I've felt since Davina. And my girl had the power of four Harvest witches brewing in her back then. Care to explain how you know her?"

"Care to mind your own business, Marcellus? I've plenty of my own to attend to." With that, Klaus clapped a hand on the vampire's back and walked into the crowd on the dance floor; weaving between the overheated bodies and their pulsating heartbeats that complimented the thrum of bass under their feet. He circled around from behind her, watching as her hands rose above her head, her own heart thudding in her chest as musical as ever while she danced with her eyes closed.

"It's rude to stare." She said, not bothering to raise her voice over the noise and she was smirking when her eyes opened. She didn't stop moving as she grinned up at him, but did manage to tone down the energy of her steps. Now she was simply rocking side to side, rolling her spine in a way he never quite pictured her capable of, her shoulders rocking side to side as she closed the space between them. "What do you want?" She questioned when he stayed silent.

"I could ask you the same thing." He quipped and she laughed then as the music changed into something even grittier, with a melody that was practically predatory in its undercurrent, Bonnie's hips echoing this fact seductively. Klaus blinked himself back into reality and focused on her face. A face far too amused for his liking. "Are you lost?" He asked.

"Do I look lost to you Klaus?" She countered, turning away from him and wiggling her fingers at Marcel who was staring at them as she danced in front of Klaus who was standing still in front of her, his face continuously slipping between confusion, intrigue and annoyance. Marcel saluted her with a small smile, unabashedly entertained. "He seems nice," Bonnie noted as she looked over her shoulder at the Hybrid, "Belong to you?" She turned to face him, snickering when Klaus stilled her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Look," Klaus said, dipping his head so that his pale blue eyes could see through her, Bonnie commended him for his effort, "We don't have the best past so I can't help but wonder how you've managed to shimmy into this establishment, in the heart of my city." Bonnie was taken aback by his audacity and couldn't help the short giggle that escaped her lips.

"Wow," her eyes bulged, "So you're still the same old Klaus that everyone knows and loathes." She shooed his hands off of her and crossed her arms, "And I don't shimmy, for the record," she pointed out offhandedly, "Besides, contrary to what you and your colossal ego must believe to be the gospel, not everyone actually keeps up with you and your horrendous excuse of a family," her eyes had been roaming over the party surrounding them but locked back on him now, "How is Kol by the way? He and I had a little run in on the other side a while back, can't say I was surprised that even in death he annoyed the hell out of me."

"Kol is dead." Klaus snapped and she made an expression that read 'yikes' yet her usual emotive self seemed to have become a thing of the past as her smirk returned.

"Pity." She said, her sarcasm overruling every meaning of the word.

"I'm only going to ask you this once more –" He'd barely gotten the words out when a wall of power slammed into him and Bonnie's head cocked to the side, her green eyes alight with mischief and the promise of mayhem. She twisted her hand into a fist and he felt the fingers of her magic reach into him and claw their way through his chest with an unashamed ferocity. She tisked as he doubled over, closing the space between the two of them, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

"Silly little Hybrid," she whispered to him as she moved them in a haphazard circle so no one would pay them any mind, "I almost killed you when I was seventeen," she reminded him, "I don't think you want to know what I'm capable of when there's no Elijah to save you." He grunted as the pain became a dense ball in his skull, like it was pushing outward from the innermost point of his brain. She could very well render him unconscious in a matter of moments and he growled angrily at the thought. Her laughter tinkled happily into his ear. "I came here to get away from Mystic Falls, and my family and my past, just like you did." Her breath was hot as she hissed quickly to him, "Had I known you were here I would have actually made a point of meeting with one of you and making it clear how little of a shit I gave about whatever supernatural politics you've found yourselves trapped in." His vision began to blur and his breathing was a thing of the past. Her small hands were on his shoulders as they continued to sway side to side. "If you think you can scare me away think again," a shot of pain lanced through his chest and he heaved a little, more of his weight leaning into her, "If you think you're going to get away with treating me like you did back in Mystic Falls," she pulled away, her eyes filled to the brim with a glossy black, "Prepare to have that be your last thought. I'm not here to be involved with anything, and I'm not going to leave just because you want me to." She used a swift shot of magic to hold him upright. "I just bought a house, and I happen to really like it." She blinked and her eyes returned to normal, just as Marcel reached them.

He looked from Klaus to Bonnie and back.

"…What's going on?" He asked, looking down at the petite green eyed beauty. She smiled and Marcel knew that if his heart was what it was it would have stopped dead then and there, but his breath caught just the same.

"Nothing a little tumbler of bourbon and a recital of why he's such a bad-ass can't fix." She said cheekily and he found himself smiling even as Klaus' face turned to a mask of rage. "I'm Bonnie," she stuck out a hand, smiling when he gripped it in his, giving him a thorough handshake, "Marcellus Gerard, what a name." She looked him up and down, "And what an absolute waste of potential."

"Hey now," he began to object but she raised a hand to stop him as she released Klaus who's chest instantly puffed out as he made for her. She stopped both of their motions with a stern look.

"Either of you touch me and I'll burn this place to the ground." She promised. "...See you around Mikaelson, it's been nice and all…but this place gives me the creeps." She pretended to shudder and winked at them before turning and disappearing into the horde of people still dancing the night away.

"Now her," Marcel said as he threw an arm over Klaus' shoulder, "Her I like."

Hi, this is Bonnie. Leave a message.

"Really?" She heard Damon's voice growl from the speaker of her phone as he sighed when she ignored his umpteenth call. "How much longer are you planning on pretending we don't exist anymore?" This was the third message he'd left her and she was getting sick of his exasperation…when he really had no leg to stand on in comparison to how she was feeling.

"As long as I want." She snapped knowing he couldn't hear her.

"I miss you. Please come home. Or answer the phone. Just…" he drew in a sharp breath and exhaled loudly, "Do something other than not be in my life." He was quiet for a moment and she stilled her unpacking to look over at her cell phone. "Bonnie I miss you, and I've spent way too many hours doing that since we died together so I'd appreciate it if you'd stop doing whatever it is you're doing and come back."

"Never."

"…I, I love you Bon. Call me." Click. Huffing in annoyance she ended the call, cutting off playing the rest of her voice mails, tossing her phone into her handbag and placing it on her night stand.

"So much for a fresh start." She sighed, ruffling a hand through her hair, fluffing the soft waves of the shoulder-length mass. "But a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."

Note: What's the deal with Bad-Ass Bon-Bon? Damon being needy? Klaus being bested by the Original Glenda The Good Witch? Let me know if you'd like to find out XO