Title: Sire

Rating: M

Genre: AU/Supernatural/Romance

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Klaus, Rebekah/Marcel, Stefan/Rebekah (minor), Caroline/Tyler, Matt/Katherine, Kol/Davina, Elijah/Celeste, Finn/Lucy, etc.

Summary: "She is my progeny. Blood of my blood. I am her maker. Her originator. Her ruler. She is of my creation and so she will never escape me." Niklaus Mikaelson sees Bonnie Bennett as the threat that she is and decides to eliminate her before she can interfere further with his plans by turning her into a vampire. However, in the after effects of the transformation not only does Bonnie become something unexpected by a connection forms between maker and progeny that neither of them are prepared for. Post 2x22

Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Sexual Content, Dub-con, Minor OCC-ness, etc.

Five

"I can't mate in captivity."

~Gloria Steinem

Bonnie Bennett was apprehensive as her sire pulled up in front of a secluded wooded area. No light could be seen and even with her heightened senses she was unable to hear anything outside of the natural sounds of nature.

She turned slightly in her seat to look at Klaus as he turned the car off. "Are you sure that this is the right place?" She asked nervously. It almost felt as if they were walking into some kind of trap. Though her creator was experienced, he was not always the sharpest tool in the shed. Still if he said that they would alright then she would have no choice but to trust him. Besides that, they were both strong enough to defend themselves and each other if necessary.

Klaus nodded as he took the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans. "I told you before," he stated, "Marcel has forced the wolves into hiding. They've gotten rather good at it."

Bonnie frowned but didn't comment as Klaus got out of the car. She had paid attention to their route just in case she had to call Marcel or Rebekah for backup.

Klaus walked around the car to the passenger's side. He opened the car door for her and held out his hand to her. Reluctantly she placed her hand in his. As he gripped her hand and helped her out he eyed her outfit with disdain once more. While the shorts gave a nice view of her legs and the sheer cowl neck top gave and ample view of her cleavage and showcased that fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her clothing was showing off parts of her body that Klaus deemed for his eyes only.

They were not together in that sense, but Klaus considered that a moot point. She was his and there was no arguing the fact. However, even if they were mated he doubted very much that she would be alright with him policing her clothing. He knew that were he to comment she would likely act out all the more as she was taking to fighting him in any way that she could. But the problem was that as frustrating as that truth was he could not keep his mouth shut.

"Stay close to me," he ordered, "We are to make a good impression by any means necessary. Go along with their customs no matter how strange. Behave yourself. Most of all do not attend to any other males."
Bonnie scowled as Klaus shut the door behind her. She didn't like his tone or his words. He was treating her like she was some insolent child he had to keep in their place. "What if I don't?" Bonnie questioned, her tone sarcastic, "What are you going to do put me over your knees and spank me?"

In spite of not liking her attitude, Klaus didn't mind the image that she put in his head. He gripped her by the hips, pulling her against him. "Don't give me any ideas, sweetheart," he murmured, "I doubt you'll be prepared for the outcome."

Bonnie rolled her eyes as she twisted out of his grip. "Save your intimidation tactics for the wolves," she told him, "They don't work on me anymore. I know how you think. I know what you feel and when you feel it. I can see right through you." And she could. Their connection made sure of that.

Bonnie moved to walk away from him but stilled as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She stiffened as Klaus shifted his body until he was pressed flush against her back. His hands moved over any exposed skin that he could find making her regret her choice of dress for the first time. Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed between the valley of her breasts.

"Intimidation may be fruitless," he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, "But remember I still know what makes you tick, love, and I am more than capable of making you squirm." He placed a kiss on her neck and smiled as her eyes fell shut. "Now be a good girl and listen to daddy," he said as he released her.

Bonnie glared at him. She wanted to lash out but she was tired of fighting all of the time. Now as not the time to argue with her maker. They were in unfamiliar territory with unknown creatures, which meant they needed to act as a unit. She would have to make him pay later.

Sighing Bonnie headed in the direction of the trees, Klaus at her side. She was determined to keep her head straight. She just needed to get through the meeting. Already she wanted it to be over with.

As they walked, side by side, their shoulders touching, Klaus reached out his hand. He moved to thread their fingers together but Bonnie stuffed her hands in the pocket of her shorts instead. Though, Klaus frowned, he didn't comment. He would have to pick his battles as they would soon be in the company of others.

The deeper that they got into the woods the more sound that surfaced. There were voices that could be heard. Music playing. The crackling of logs burning. Opening of beer bottles and the crushing of beer cans under feet.

Bonnie relaxed slightly. If the meeting and the hunt was essentially a party there seemed to be less to worry about that she initially thought.

They came to a clearing a moment later and Bonnie scanned the medium sized crowd. They were all simplistically dressed in a style that mirrored Bonnie's own. Marcel had told her that wolves were primal and minimalistic. They lived on the basics and were driven by instinct and base animal desires. Bonnie wasn't surprised by their rugged and simplistic appearance as the mixed bag of male and female werewolves stood around a large bonfire. Some were dancing. Others drinking and smoking. Some in small clustered groups, others mingling.

Bonnie felt Klaus tense at her side and gave him a sideways glance. She saw as his eyes scanned the large number of males at the party. Rolling her eyes she took her hand from her pocket and grabbed his. He seemed to settle some but she knew that it wasn't enough. There was possessiveness and anxiety coming off him in waves. She was aware that if someone looked at her the wrong way he could snap.

A bearded sandy haired man parted from the crowd as they continued their approach. His shoulders were broad and there were tribal tattoos on his arms and chest that could be seen even though he was wearing a white wife beater. His brown eyes met Klaus's and he gave a nod before his gaze slid over Bonnie and he eyed her appreciatively. Bonnie heard a slight growl that Klaus tried and failed to subdue. She wasn't surprised as he stepped in front of her, blocking the man's view slightly. She looked down, being sure not to look the man in the eye as he greeted Klaus. "Niklaus," he said, holding out his hand, "How good of you to come."

"Logan," Klaus nodded, his form stiff, but he did not take the man's hand, "Nice to see you again." He gestured toward Bonnie with his head but kept his protective stance in front of her. "My beta Bonnie Bennett," he said.

Logan smirked. Logan Donohue had been worried that Klaus was not in touch with his wolf instincts. However, it seemed that was not an issue, at least in terms of his first creation. The others were hesitant to allow Klaus into their fold but he could offer them power, immortality, and freedom and so Logan didn't see how the situation could work out to their disadvantage. "Not every day I see a wolf with a vampire and witch hybrid for a beta," he commented, "Then again you're not just wolf so I suppose you operate differently. She the one you courting?"

Klaus nodded.

He smiled in Bonnie's direction and laughed a little as Klaus glared. "I must say," Logan sighed, "You have good taste my friend."

"I'm well aware," Klaus stated. In spite of herself Bonnie was pleased by the inadvertent complement Klaus had given her.

"Let me introduce you to the others," Logan said, "Then I will tell you how the hunt works. It will start soon and once it does…well…let's just say the active process leaves very little room for explanation."

Klaus and Bonnie followed as Logan led them through the crowd. Bonnie tried to pay apt attention to the wolves and their names. She was even surprised to find a witch among them, one that was to be mated to one of the alpha. She was distracted from learning names and faces as the witch and one of the beta eyed her in a way that gave her pause.

The witch's name was Nathalie LeDoux. She looked a few years older than Bonnie. She was born and raised in New Orleans and practiced ancestral magic, something Bonnie was not familiar with. She was short, her features soft but her brown eyes hard. Her honey colored skin reminded Bonnie of her mother's and she wore her ink black hair in long box braids that went down just past her chest. There were silver bangles on her wrist that seemed to sing whenever she moved and she had a silver hoop nose ring with a blue stud at the end. She gave Bonnie an assessing look as she too a drag out of her clove cigarette and looped an arm through that of her alpha.

Her alpha was a man by the name of Benicio Alavarez. He had originally been from Buenos Aires. His family had moved to Louisiana when he was a child and Nathalie had been one of the first people he had met upon entering the city. "Childhood sweethearts," Logan had called them.

He seemed to tower over Nathalie though he was the same height as Klaus. But Nathalie was around the same height has Bonnie and so there was a noticeable height difference. His black hair was messy and he had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. Benny as everyone called him was one of the wolves that had gone shirtless and his tattoos were even more impressive than Logan's. The one Bonnie most admired was that of yellow eyed black wolf on his bicep that was designed in a way that made it look as if the wolf was trying to claw its way through Benny's tawny skin.

The beta that was joining Nathalie in her staring contest with Bonnie was tall, thin pale, and muscular. His name was Adrien Hardy. He was the smallest built male there. Though his face was full of stubble his soft features made him look young and almost childlike. His long black hair was pulled back and his light blue eyes reminded Bonnie of the lake back home when it froze over.

His alpha was a man by the name of Eli Baron. He gave off the friendliest impression of all the wolves. His smile was easy, though his form was rather large and intimidating. His head was shaved and black ink tribal tattoos similar to Logan's decorated his coffee colored skin. His eyes were dark and his frame large. However, there was something that seemed almost gentle about him and somehow in spite of the huge contrast in their appearance she understood how Adrien could follow someone like him.

Eli and Nathalie were apparently familiar with the Bennett name and that was the reason that the wolves were so aware of Bonnie's power even though Klaus had attempted to downplay things when he had told Logan about her.

Bonnie kept quiet and stayed at Klaus's side as she had been told. She hated that she was made to shrink herself but she had no choice. The other mates and mate prospects seemed to be given a freer reign. Their courters seemed secure in their attachment to them. Bonnie wondered as Klaus continued to eye the men of the party with disdain what it would be like to be among them by choice. She was sure that if she had come of her own free will the night might've been much more enjoyable.

:::

The necklace that Davina had given him dangled from Marcel's hand as he downed the last of the whiskey in his glass. He frowned as he looked at the empty vial that hung down from the end of the chain.

Giving Bonnie the necklace would basically be like conceding defeat. It would be the same as handing her over to Klaus and he wasn't sure that he could bring himself to do it.

The witch was unhappy. She had managed to exercise some control over the situation but not enough for her liking which meant that it was not enough for Marcel's liking.

Marcel looked up as Rebekah Mikaelson entered his study. He frowned as he eyed her even as she smiled at him. "What are you doing here?" he asked, "Your brothers are awake. I had thought that you would be with them helping them to adjust. Did something go wrong with the wolves? Is Bonnie alright?"

Rebekah sighed, rolling her eyes. "She's fine as far as I know and she promised to call if she needed us so you can kill the big brother act for a moment," she sighed, "Elijah is familiar enough with the century to help both Finn and Kol adjust. I had hoped…that I might join you for a drink."

Marcel shook his head. "In case you've forgotten we promised Bonnie that we would help her," he said, "This isn't me doing a big brother routine. This is me keeping a promise." He sighed at the defeated look on her face. "Go ahead and sit down," he said, "I've already been drinking so you may as well join me." He placed the necklace in his desk drawer and hoped that she wouldn't notice as she sat down.

"The promise that we made to Bonnie," Rebekah said, as she settled in the chair, "It isn't that I'm not taking it seriously. I do. But things have changed in a way that you haven't seemed to realize yet."

Marcel placed a second glass on the desktop and poured them both a drink. "I'm listening," he said.

"Nik apologized to me," she said, "To all of us in a way. For taking the people that we cared about away from us. He…said that he hadn't realized what it was to have someone that truly mattered to him until Bonnie. He's changing. He is beginning to care for her and so things may not be as awful for her now that this isn't merely about revenge or control."

Marcel frowned as he sipped his drink. "Klaus changing is not the point Rebekah," he sighed, "Bonnie is still in the same head space as she was when this started. Someone caring about you means nothing if you don't give a damn about them."

"But she does care for him," Rebekah insisted, "She denies it but I see and if you were being truthful then you would say the same. I know that you've…grown attached to her but this doesn't have to be a fight. This bond between them can't be broken. It was created even before Bonnie was born. What would be best is if we stepped back and let things play out at least for now."

"And if Bonnie gets hurt?" Marcel asked.

"I'll take responsibility myself," she said, "We can still help her use this to her advantage to some extent. We can intervene if things go too far. I'm just saying that the objective no longer has to be keeping them apart."

"Fine," Marcel said. Internally he debated on whether or not he should tell her about the necklace.

"In the meantime," Rebekah said, regaining his attention, "I'd like to get to know you again. I know what we shared seems like an eternity ago but…we never had a real chance. There was always something in the way. Now that my brother has let me go I'm free to be with who I want without fear of his interference. I'm not sure that things could still be good between us but I would like to try."

Marcel would be lying to himself if he said that she didn't still affect him. The problem was that he didn't trust them to last no matter if there was something in the way or not. Besides her words even now had him questioning her motives in wanting to take a step back from the Bonnie and Klaus situation. He wasn't sure he could trust her and she wasn't sure she could trust him. But a part of him wanted to see what they could be without anyone in their way as well. "I'll think about it," he said, finally.

Rebekah smiled and took a sip of her drink. If nothing else it was a start.

:::

The hunt was basically a crazed free for all mating ritual that was more like something that was fit for wild animals than anyone that could be defined in any way as human. Bonnie held her breath as she hid behind a giant spruce and used her heightened hearing to pick up any sound.

The alphas were all doing the seeking while the prospects did the hiding. These wolves were able to access some of their abilities even without the full moon. They had given themselves over to their senses and were thinking with their animal minds.

The objective was to find their mates and mark them. The problem was that they did not necessarily have to mate with the prospects that they had brought with them. It was a first come first serve type deal. While there was the option for the prospects to reject them that didn't make Bonnie feel any better.

She jumped as she heard a sound and turned toward it. She watched with wide eyes a Benicio tackled Nathalie to the ground and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. Werewolves didn't have fangs but there was still a clear and present mark left behind that seemed to glow in a way that made Bonnie feel as if there was something supernatural involved in the process, though she didn't understand it.

She ran from the spruce and toward an oak instead. On the way she witnessed as Eli pinned Adrien to a nearby and began to lick and bite at his neck. Bonnie raised an eyebrow at the scene as she had not picked up on the vibe between them before. Adrien caught her eye and winked and Bonnie looked away in embarrassment.

She began to climb the oak in an effort to hide but stopped as her arm was grabbed. It wasn't her sire. She would have felt it. As she was turned around she wasn't too surprised to find that it was Logan. The man must have had a death wish.

Still it was Klaus's fault that someone else had gotten to her first. He was taking too long to get there. He could sense her she knew. He should have been able to find her right off.

Logan smiled at her openly and Bonnie watched as his eyes yellowed. She was about to shake him off when suddenly he was pulled away from her and thrown to the ground. Klaus. It's about time, Bonnie thought as she watched as the two began to tussle.

Fists were thrown and Bonnie could hear a plethora of obscenities. Clothes were torn and though Bonnie wanted to think the scene ridiculous there was something about the sight of her sire fighting for her that made her giddy on the inside.

She watched as Klaus slammed Logan's head repeatedly into the ground. The assault lasted well beyond the point of the other werewolf being unconscious. Bonnie would have been surprised that the other's hadn't come to his aid if Logan had not explained to them that this was the way of things. If two wolves went after the same target then they would fight it out.

As Klaus stood and stalked toward her, his eyes consumed in yellow, Bonnie backed herself up against the tree behind her. She had the simultaneous urge to flee and jump him all at once. His jacket lay ruined on the ground and his shirt hand been ripped to shreds. He was covered in dirt and his expression was menacing but Bonnie was pretty sure she had never seen anything sexier in her life.

When he grabbed her and covered her mouth with his Bonnie refused to wrap her arms around him but at the same time she didn't pull away. As his tongue parted her lips Bonnie moaned but he was pulling away a moment later.

Bonnie didn't understand until she saw his eyes fall on her shoulder. She would be marked like the others. A part of her wanted to reject him but he had told her to go along with the wolf customs. He had told her to behave. She wanted to fight him but she also wanted to listen. To give him what he wanted.

Tilting her head to the side Bonnie exposed herself to him in an act of submission. There was minimal pain as he leaned forward and bit down. When he pulled away he smiled at the bite mark but his smile soon faded. She could feel herself beginning to heal. The mark disappeared almost as quickly as it was made.

Of course it had. She was a vampire now. She wasn't meant to scar. The bite might've even killed her if she wasn't immortal or if she didn't have his blood in her.

She watched as Klaus seemed to shut down. His eyes faded into their normal blue and a look of disappointment came across his face.

He could not mark her. Could not claim her. Therefore they could never be one. Bonnie frowned. She didn't want this with him but she knew that it was what he wanted. He had said as much. That if he were to mate then it would be her. That it could not be anyone else. But that would not still stand she knew. She would be replaced, just as she had feared and hoped all at once.

Klaus pulled the car keys from his pocket and stuffed them into Bonnie's hands. "Go wait in the car," he said. Before Bonnie could object, he walked away without looking back.

:::

Elijah Mikaelson looked down at Bonnie Bennett with a frown. When she had called him he hadn't known what to expect. By the time that he had managed to retrieve her she had been well away from the wolf meet and greet and in some dive bar.

They had returned home and were sitting on the porch steps, Bonnie drinking straight from a bottle of vodka that she had compelled away from the bartender. "Perhaps you shouldn't be drinking," Elijah commented.

"No one asked you," was her response as she took another drag from the bottle. She had thrown the keys to Klaus's car in the woods somewhere and ran off after hehad sent her away. She had had half a mind to drive off but she knew if the car was missing he would know for sure that she had left and know exactly where to look. The way she had left it there he would likely be unsure of her whereabouts. He would worry about her and he would have to look for her. It would serve him right. "He told me to wait in the car like I'm some fucking child," Bonnie spat, "Can you believe that?"

"It's in line with his more controlling behavior," Elijah remarked, "So I do." She was wearing his suit jacket to protect her from the night air. It seemed to swallow her but she didn't seem to mind. "Why did you call me?" He asked, "You didn't seem too keen on me protecting you before."

"Two reasons," Bonnie said in between swigs, "The first being that I couldn't reach Marcel and the second being I wanted to piss off Klaus."

"What exactly happened between you and my brother tonight?" Elijah asked. He was partially curious and in part concerned.

"He got pissed off because he couldn't mark me," she frowned, "Because you know I have to be marked so everyone can know he owns me. He's an asshole. What did he expect? I'm a vampire now so he's lucky the bite didn't poison me. If I wasn't immortal then it probably would have. You know the funniest part about this whole thing if he had left me a witch he could've marked me just fine. It would have healed over and left an ugly fucking scar that branded me his just like he wanted."

Elijah frowned. "I can't say that I find that at all humorous Miss Bennett," he stated.

Bonnie blinked at him and then rolled her eyes. "Ironic then," she muttered. She growled in frustration as she heard Klaus's voice in her head. He was calling her. He was worried. "Now he wants to worry about me," she spat, "he can go fuck himself." Bonnie wanted to cry or scream of throw the bottle at someone's head. "You know the worse part about all of this," Bonnie said, turning to Elijah, "The worst part is that a part of me just hates myself because I can't be what he needs. I'm supposed to be the perfect mate. I don't even want to mate with him but I have to be what he needs. He can't even mark me and now he'll find someone else and I don't want to care but I do because this stupid fucked up bond is making me care. And now because my friends are assholes, my parents suck, and I can't find Marcel or Stefan or hell even Rebekah….you Mr. Benedict Arnold are the only one around to listen to my crap."

Elijah reached out and gently pried the bottle from her hands. "If Niklaus chooses to find someone else over this then he's an even bigger idiot than I know him to be," he said as he set the bottle aside, "You cannot help what you are. He made you what you are and so it would be foolish of him to hold it against you. In any case he doesn't deserve you so perhaps him letting you go would be for the best even though I'm certain that he won't."

A part of Bonnie wished he would let her go but she knew he wouldn't and a part of her was pleased by the fact. She was tired of being at war with herself. "You're right," she sighed, "I still don't like you or trust you but you're right."

Bonnie's eyes narrowed as Elijah reached out and took her head. "Perhaps your feelings toward me will change with time," he said, "And even if they don't, my promise to protect you still stands."

Bonnie was about to respond when a car pulled up in front of them and Marcel and Rebekah got out of it. Bonnie let go of Elijah's hand and stood. "Where were you?" she said, eyeing Marcel accusingly, "I called you and you weren't there."

"I'm sorry," Marcel frowned, "I missed the call and by the time I realized you had called Klaus called and said you were missing. He's been looking with the other wolves around the woods and the surrounding area where you were but Rebekah and I decided to check here instead. Are you alright?"

Bonnie ignored him in favor of eyeing Rebekah as she pulled out her cell phone. "Are you calling Klaus?" she asked.

At Rebekah's nod she shot forward and snatched the phone from her hand. She crushed the phone in her fist and smiled as it turned to dust. "I don't want to see him," Bonnie said.

"Then you don't have to," Marcel agreed immediately.

"Lock yourself into your room if you don't want to see him," Rebekah said, "But we at least have to let him know we found you and you're fine. He's worried. He's been looking for you for hours and he said you've been blocking his connection to your mind. Just let me call-"

"Rebekah," Elijah said, cutting her off, "If you tell him you found her then he'll want to know where she is. He won't leave her be until he sees her. Give her some time…please."

"Fine," Rebekah said with a roll of her eyes. She knew that it would only get worse the longer Klaus thought that Bonnie was missing. She watched as Marcel wrapped his arms around Bonnie and hugged her apologizing for leaving her to deal with things on her own. She could tell that it would be harder for him to step back from things than she thought.

"Klaus told us about the marking thing and you don't have to worry about that anymore," he said. They all watched as he pulled a necklace from his pocket. "Davina said if you fill the vial with Klaus's blood then it'll act as a mark if you wear it," he said.

Bonnie scowled. The thought of wearing Klaus's blood around her neck was not in any way appealing. She hated the fact that she was immortal even more as death was becoming preferable to her reality.

"That won't work," a voice said gaining their attention. They turned in time to see two figures emerge from the back yard. Bonnie recognized them immediately as Nathalie and Adrien.

Bonnie ignored the perplexed looks on Marcel, Elijah, and Rebekah's faces. "What are you doing here?" she asked, "How did you find me?"

"Not that many places in the quarter to look," Nathalie shrugged, "The vial might appease Niklaus but only for a little while. Once you remove it it's like it was never there. The thing about the mark is that it's permanent, irremovable. That's why it's so important. There's only ever been one thing that's ever worked as good."

Bonnie frowned when she didn't continue. "Which is?" She wished that she didn't care about it one way or another but Klaus was upset. When he was upset she wanted to remedy the situation. If she could find some way for him to mark her he would be happy. In her current state that was what was most important, even if it wasn't really what she wanted.

Nathalie opened her mouth to speak but Marcel cut her off. "Who the hell are you and why should we trust you?" he asked, "Why are you here?"

"They were at the meeting with the wolves," Bonnie explained before Nathalie could, "They probably know what they're talking about. Let them speak." Marcel seemed reluctant and both Elijah and Rebekah looked as if they wanted to voice some objections as well. However, Marcel nodded just the same.

"We'll tell you but first we need your help," Adrien said, "Nat here wants to be closer to Benny. She created a spell that could be used to combine species bloodlines. She wants to be a wolf and be able to retain her powers. But we need-"

"My blood," Bonnie finished. At their nod she sighed. "Fine," she said, "Whatever." Klaus had told her to impress the wolves by any means necessary. If she could pull this off they would be impressed and she would have a way to bare Klaus's mark if they could be trusted. She didn't have much of an option and this way she could have a break from worrying about Klaus and his hurt feelings.

"Bonnie," Marcel said, stepping forward, "I don't like this."

"Neither do I," Elijah agreed. Bonnie glanced at Rebekah and the girl looked as if she wanted to call Klaus again.

"I have to do this," Bonnie said, "Klaus said I had to impress them by any means necessary. Besides once I have his mark he can stop pouting and leave me the hell alone. Don't interfere. If you want to call him then call him when I'm done."

Bonnie ignored their words of concern as she walked up to Nathalie. "What do I have to do?" she asked.

"The others are still distracted looking for you," Nathalie smiled, "So we'll have to hurry. Thank you for this by the way." Bonnie nodded but didn't return her smile. "So," Nathalie said, "How do you feel about tattoos?"

:::

Bonnie Bennett had discovered that Nathalie was a tattoo artist that specialized in enchanted tattoos. The ink that had adorned the other wolves was her doing. Most of the tattoos were done in inked charmed with protection spells. It was their way of shielding the pack from Marcel without their acts against his tyranny being so obvious.

In a way Bonnie had been like Nathalie once. Wanting to protect the people that she cared about. But Nathalie seemed to have her limits. Still she was willing to put herself at risk by using the spell that she had created that would allow her to shape shift into the wolf form just so she could be closer to the man that she loved. Bonnie could understand that as well.

Bonnie didn't love Klaus. Not by a long shot. But the bond between them prevented her from displeasing him. It caused her pain to see him upset. It was something that she hated but something that she could not get away from.

That was why Bonnie now had a tattoo on the right side of her upper back just behind her shoulder. It was of a wolf head howling and it was framed in red roses. The red ink was laced with Klaus's blood. Blood that she had gotten from the stores he kept of his blood and her blood for when they would create the hybrids.

It was a bit morose but at least it was less obvious than wearing a vial of his blood, it could not be removed, and it would not cause suspicion. It would appease him and Bonnie felt less inadequate as a result.

She stood in basement of the house she shared with Klaus along with Nathalie and Adrien. The others were upstairs ready to come down in case anything went wrong with the spell. They didn't want her to do it. In truth she didn't want to do it. But there was a little voice in the back of her head that was telling her that if she could prove her worth to the wolves then Klaus would be proud of her.

They couldn't wait much longer. Rebekah had called Klaus after Nathalie had finished Bonnie's tattoo which meant that he would be home soon and she could still sense his irritation at being sent on a wild goose chase of sorts.

Bonnie held a silver chalice in her hands. Inside of it was her blood, Nathalie's blood, and Adrien's blood. That was what was needed. The blood of a hybrid, a witch, and a werewolf. She had drawn a pentagram on the floor. There was a candle at each point and they all stood at the center.

She attempted to hide her nervousness as she raised the cup to her lips. Bonnie took a sip from the glass before handing it to Nathalie who did the same. As Nathalie handed cup to Adrien he took a sip as well, frowning at the taste before he set it aside.

Bonnie held out her hands and said the incantation that Nathalie had provided her with. "Congrega quod dividit inter nos," she chanted, her voice deep and monotone.

There was a moment of uncertainty before the candles came to life, flames irrupting from the wicks. Bonnie watched as flames came from Adrien's hands as well. She frowned. He didn't seem to be in pain but something wasn't right. The objective was to allow Nathalie to shape shift but she could sense that Adrien was changing, developing powers. "What's happening?" she demanded turning toward Nathalie.

"I don't know," the girl said, "It was only supposed to effect me." Her words were cut off by a scream and Bonnie watched as her body began to morph, her bones breaking and reforming.

It had worked in a way. But Bonnie was only pleased for a moment before pain shot through her own body and she doubled over. She could feel her body shifting, and reforming. "No," she said, aloud but her voice was morphing to something more animal than human.

Klaus's voice came into her head sounding both concerned and angry. "You're in pain," it said, "What's happening? Where are you? What have you done?"

Bonnie wanted to push him out again. This was his fault. He had made her do this. She had turned herself inside out because he had told her to impress the wolves by any means necessary. Now she had become one.

:::

Klaus was livid. Everyone had been ignoring his calls. He had spent half the night looking for Bonnie. Then when he finally managed to figure out her whereabouts it had been after she had managed to add another species to her list. Though, in all actuality she was not a werewolf, but had just managed to access the ability to shape shift by accident.

After grilling Nathalie and Adrien he had found out that the matter was much more serious that he had thought. Bonnie had managed to give Adrien partial access to Nathalie's powers and Nathalie the ability to shape shift as well. Not only that but since there was blood exchanged they were now loyal to Bonnie and she had inadvertently made herself their alpha.

He had yet to see Bonnie as he was busy grilling the others and verbally attacking Nathalie and Adrien in turn from the moment he had returned home.

He would see her soon however. He made his way inside the house and moved to walk upstairs but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face his brother giving Elijah a glare. "I don't have time for you at the moment brother," he said.

"She wants to be left alone," Elijah responded, "You've done enough for one night."

Klaus's eyes narrowed. "Me?" he spat, "I'm not the one who kept her from me. I'm not the one who blindly allowed her to perform an unknown spell that put her in danger. I was supposed to protect her and you are lucky that I haven't killed you yet for keeping me from doing so."

Elijah looked unimpressed. "Why do you think she did the spell in the first place Niklaus?" he asked, "You rejected her and she called me." Klaus winced at the thought. He had not meant it as rejection. He had been more upset at himself for not being able to mark her than at her. She had turned to his brother. She didn't even like his brother. Or at least she hadn't. "She was beating herself up because she could not be what you needed her to be," Elijah continued, "You had the nerve to tell her to impress those idiot wolves by any means necessary and that is what she did. She did that spell to prove herself worthy of you. She turned herself inside out tonight for your sake. We could not stop her. She was following your orders. You want to point the blame then look in the mirror. I didn't think it possible but you have managed to ruin her further. She is tired. She is upset. She wants to be left alone. Leave her be."

Of course Klaus blamed himself. Again and again he managed to fail Bonnie. Everything he aimed to do was turning out wrong. He had taken things too far. He knew what the bond meant. The control he had over her and yet he had chosen his words carelessly and acted in a way that had left Bonnie with no choice but to work to appease him. She had gotten hurt because of him again.

"I have to see her," Klaus said, pulling away from Elijah, "I have to apologize. I have to make it right."

He ignored his brother's words of protest as he took the stairs two at a time. Once he made it in front of the door of Bonnie's bedroom he hesitated. Sighing he carefully gripped the door knob, making sure to make as little sound as possible. He opened the door just a crack and peered inside.

He scowled as he took in the sight of Bonnie and Marcel sitting on Bonnie's bed their backs against the headboard. Marcel had his arms around her and Klaus wanted to storm inside and rip them apart but he hesitated. She could draw comfort from Marcel, comfort that he could not give her. Klaus could feel it. Marcel's presence calmed her.

"I should've listened to you," Bonnie muttered, as she rested her head on his shoulder, "It was a spell meant to combine bloodlines. I don't know what I thought would happen. I'm so stupid." She had changed out of the clothes she worn earlier into a pair of pajamas that Rebekah had purchased for her when she had been updating her own wardrobe. She looked younger than she had ever looked and Klaus was reminded that she was just a girl. A girl he had taken advantage of, used, and damaged.

"You're not stupid," Marcel whispered, "I get why you did it. I should've tried harder to stop you. Whatever the case this isn't your fault." He was rubbing soothing circles on Bonnie's back. "Everything will be alright," he said, "I've got you."

Having seen enough, Klaus chose this moment to intervene. He opened the door fully and he wasn't surprised as the two pulled apart. His eyes landed on Marcel. "I need to speak to Bonnie alone," he said.

Marcel frowned and looked as if he wanted to attack Klaus but he calmed as Bonnie placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay," she whispered.

Marcel hesitated but after a moment he stood from the bed. He gave Bonnie's hand a squeeze before he turned to Klaus. "If you upset her," he said, "I'll kill you." Klaus took a step forward ready to make a threat of his own and Marcel met his gaze head on.

"Stop it," Bonnie frowned, standing herself. She watched as they backed down and Marcel left the room after telling her he would be downstairs if she needed him. "What do you want?" she asked turning to Klaus.

"What do you mean what do I want?" he sighed, "I've been worried about you all night. What do you think I want?"

Bonnie shook her head and laughed without humor. "I really don't know anymore," she said, "And if you had acted a little differently then you might've been spared all of that worry. But I just got my first tattoo which is made up of your blood and I transformed myself into a fucking wolf so excuse me if I'm not in the mood to coddle you right now."

Klaus blinked. "I'm not asking you to coddle me," he muttered, "and what tattoo?"

Bonnie sighed as she turned her back to him and pulled down her shirt slightly to expose the tattoo to him.

Klaus stepped forward and smiled as he ran his fingers over the inked image on the back of her shoulder. He had felt something different about her. Something that had made him more secure of their ties. It was likely the only reason he had managed not to attack either Elijah or Marcel. "Because I could not mark you?" He asked, though he knew the answer.

"Why else would I have gotten it?" Bonnie asked.

"I'm sorry," he said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He could tell she was surprised to hear him apologize. "Are you alright?" A stiff nod was his response. He leaned down and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "You did well," he said, "You shouldn't have put yourself at risk. But that was my fault. Next time I will choose my words more carefully. But I am proud."

Bonnie felt sickened by the elation she felt at the words and pulled away from him. "Screw you," she whispered, "You're proud of me for what? For defacing my body so that you could stop pouting? Or for risking my life to impress people that you don't even really need as allies? Do you hear yourself? I would rather be dead right now than anywhere near you even if this stupid bond between us is making me feel the opposite."

"Bonnie," he tried, reaching out to her but she took a step away.

"This will never work," she stated, "It's always going to be like this. I'm a prisoner. Forced to cater to your every whim. You said it yourself I belong to you and this night proved just how far this bond will push me in order to make you happy. And you want to mate? Are your serious? It's bad enough I'm stuck in this unbreakable bond but now you've marked me and I am stuck even further in these ties with you. You have power over me and I can't do anything about it."

"This isn't one sided," Klaus insisted, "If you would just listen-"

"What?" Bonnie asked, throwing up her hands, "You want to tell me that we're equals. Bullshit. If you say jump I say how high and that is how this works. I keep trying to fight it but it seems like it's for nothing. But I promise you will never have me…not completely. You can't expect me to give you everything and have nothing left for myself when you can't even give me my own free will." He opened his mouth to speak but she shook her head. "Get out," she said, "I don't want to talk anymore."

And because forcing her hand would have an adverse effect, Klaus decided to listen.

:::

The next day Bonnie sat at the kitchen table staring rather intently at a cup of tea that Elijah had made for her as she picked at a thread on the sleeves of her black oversized t-shirt. Stefan sat across from her and watched her as if he were waiting for her to break.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, for what seemed like the millionth time. He was staring at her in a way that almost made her believe that his emotions were flipped back on. She nodded and he stood. "I have to go meet Damon," he said, "They're leaving the city and he wants to talk to me before he, Elena, and Jeremy go. If they ask about you I won't comment. I'll see you later."

Bonnie nodded and took a sip from her mug as he left, surprising her by kissing the top of her head as he went. She supposed since they were distantly related he could bring himself to care more about her wellbeing as they were family now.

Klaus had disappeared and she had yet to hear from him. She was worried, though she hated to admit it even in her own mind. But she had been right. Things would never work between them. For more than just the reasons that she had stated the night before. Destined or not they were not ever meant to happen.

Bonnie looked up as Elijah reentered the kitchen, this time with two unfamiliar faces in tow. Bonnie eyed them and she could see the slight similarities in all of their appearances. She assumed that these were the other originals.

"Bonnie," Elijah said, confirming her guess, "I would like you to meet my brothers Kol and Finn." He nodded his head toward Bonnie. "This is Miss Bennett."

"We've heard a lot about you," the one identified said Finn as he nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Bonnie ignore the hand that he held out to her and sipped her tea. It was bad enough she was starting to tolerate Elijah. Klaus was enough of a handful. She didn't need to endear herself to anymore originals. "I would say the same but really I don't care one way or the other," she shrugged.

She was surprised when Finn's only response was an amused smirk.

"She's had a long night," Elijah said, making an excuse for her behavior, "She's also in a difficult situation. Even if she does mean something by it please excuse her brother." Finn nodded and Elijah looked grateful. "How are you feeling?" Elijah asked, turning his attention back to Bonnie.

"The same as I was feeling the last ten times you asked me," she sighed, "Maybe you should go away long enough for my mood to change. A few days maybe. A year perhaps." In actuality Bonnie was grateful to him but she didn't want him to get too comfortable in her presence. He seemed to be more set to look after her than ever.

Elijah opened his mouth to respond but Kol spoke first. "Are you always this pleasant, darling?" Kol asked, drawing Bonnie's attention. His tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Only when I'm surrounded by egoistical homicidal vampires," Bonnie quipped.

"You're mouthy," Kol grinned as he took the seat next to her, "I like you." Bonnie rolled her eyes but didn't comment. "Are you really as powerful as Elijah says?" He asked, as he leaned forward with interest.

Bonnie turned toward him and tried to seem unbothered by how close he was to her. "I could show you if you like," she offered, "I'll even let you have your pick. I could set you on fire? Give you an aneurism? Or if you really want to have some fun I could break all the bones in your body and slowly drain you dry afterward?"

She frowned when Kol only grinned wider. "I love a woman that knows how to talk dirty," he said.

Bonnie glanced at Elijah and then Finn to see if Kol was being serious. "Excuse my brother," Finn said, "He's a bit of a masochist and he was dropped on his head very often as a child."

Bonnie tried and failed to hide her smile as she laughed a little. "She can still laugh," Elijah commented, "I'm glad to see it."

There was a clearing of the throat a moment later and they all turned in time to see Klaus enter the kitchen. He gestured for Bonnie to follow him before leaving again, not bothering to greet the others.

Sighing Bonnie placed her cup on the table top and stood. She glanced in between Finn and Kol. "I won't lie and say that it was nice," she said, "But it wasn't exactly bad…meeting you two I mean."

"Not much," Finn nodded, "But it's a start."

After another clearing of the throat, louder than the last Bonnie left the kitchen. She followed Klaus into the living room and frowned at him as he sat down on the couch. He stared up at her intently and she became uncomfortable.

"What do you want?" She asked. She took a step back as he reached out to her and he sighed. She watched as he reached for the hem of his shirt and began to pull it over his head. "What are you doing?" she frowned looking away.

Klaus tossed his shirt aside and shook his head. "Look at me Bonnie," he said, "Please." After a moment without her compliance he reached up and grabbed her chin forcing her to meet his eyes. "Last night," he said, "You were right. It will take some time and I'll have to be more careful of my words and actions but if you want this bond to be balanced then I believe it can be."

Bonnie was only half listening to his words because her eyes had landed on his chest. There was an image there, tattooed onto his skin. It was Bonnie's face, a wolf headdress adorned her head, and there were roses as well. He did not have to tell her for her to know that the red ink was her blood.

"Nathalie does good work," he said, "I designed it myself and after I promised not to kill her she even did it free of charge."

"But why would you do this?" Bonnie asked, "I'm marked now. It wasn't really necessary."

"I wanted to make sure that everyone knew who I belonged to," he said, "I told you before if it isn't you then I will never have a mate. This isn't what you want now but I can wait until it is."

When he reached out to her again Bonnie complied and allowed him to kiss her on the lips. They weren't even. Not by a long shot. But it was a start.

End Notes: So thanks for reading as always. As for the wolf thing, please keep in mind that mate is not the equivalent to beta. Beta is the second in command after the alpha. The most trusted. It just so happens that the most trusted amongst the wolves mentioned are there mates. Bonnie will however, have to deal with the consequences of the transformation. But anyway please don't pm me regarding updates everything will be reuploaded when I have time.