Title: Paint it Black

Rating: M

Genre: AU/All Human

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Klaus, Klaus/Abby, Tyler/Jeremy, Damon/Emily, Matt/Caroline, Bonnie/Katherine (One-sided), Bonnie/Luka (One-sided), Stefan/Greta, Katherine/Lucy, Marcel/Rebekah, Elijah/Celeste, Esther/Mikael, ect.

Summary: After the death of her grandmother Bonnie Bennett starts on a downward spiral and is sent to live with her mother Abby Bennett-Mikaelson. When Bonnie witnesses firsthand the life of luxury her mother has been leading, she's hellbent on making Abby's new life miserable and taking everything that her mother holds dear, starting with her new husband Niklaus Mikaelson.

Warning(s): Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Infidelity, Extramarital Affairs, Drug Use, Character Death, Age Disparity, Daddy Kink, Attention Kink, Praise, Kink, ect.

Author's Note: This is an idea I came up with after receiving a message on Tumblr. I don't know how well I am executing it so far but we shall see as it goes. Basically, the message was regarding a Klonnie adultery fic and this is the idea I came up with. It is an AU obviously. No editing here but I hope you like it!

Foreword || An Interrogation

"That was her edge. Her secret weapon. She didn't give a shit."

— Janet Fitch, Paint it Black

Mystic Falls, Virginia

January, 2016

Bonnie Bennett sat across from Sheriff Forbes at the woman's desk at the Mystic Falls Police Station. She knew that the only reason that she was being spared the ordeal of an interrogation room and the whole "Good Cop, Bad Cop", routine that Liz and Matt Donovan had cultivated since he had joined the force, was because she'd known the woman since she was a child and Liz always had had a soft spot for her.

She watched as a Liz eyed her small belly bump and smiled a bit apologetically as she took the seat across from Bonnie. "Are you comfortable? Can I get you anything? Water? Tea?"

Bonnie smiled a practiced patient sort of smile that revealed nothing and nodded. "I'm fine," she said, "Thanks for asking." Bonnie placed a hand over her stomach. She doubted the woman would be as concerned about her wellbeing if she was aware who the father of her unborn child was.

"I'm sorry to bring you in like this but we've run out of leads and your mother has gone missing so...," Liz trailed, her tone leading.

"You thought I might know where she ran off to this time?" Bonnie asked. She sighed and made sure to wear the mournful expression of a put upon daughter who had been left one too many times. "I didn't know where she disappeared to the first time around and I have no idea now. I mean…she'd been acting distant but the two of us have never really been close as you know."

Liz nodded. "Of course," she said, drumming her nails on the desktop, "I know that your living together was a very recent development. Did your moving in cause any conflict? I mean it's a small town and the Mikaelsons are the most well off family in Mystic Falls. Abby and Klaus were newlyweds when you first moved in right? I've heard things. That there's been some trouble in paradise and well...like you said, you and Abby were never really close?"

The rumors about her mother's marriage had been swarming for months. She was sure that Sheriff Forbes had some angle in attempting to downplay them. She was likely trying to get a reaction of some sort from Bonnie, but Bonnie had been playing the game long enough by now that she could pretend to give a shit about someone or something, when really all she felt was nothing on the inside.

Bonnie held the sheriff's gaze as she spoke. "They faced the regular issues that come up with any new marriage," Bonnie cleared her throat, "Klaus…he was always a loving and attentive husband. He doted on her before she left. But like I said…Abby…was distant and it wasn't just with me. He thought that maybe she was seeing someone and then well…Jamie showed up and pretty much confirmed it and we all know how that ended."

Liz opened up the folder on her desk and took out two photographs. One of Jamie, Bonnie's wayward and very dead half-brother, and one of Mikael, Abby's father-in-law. "Jamie shows up, reveals himself to be the love child between Abby and Jonas Martin, and ends up dead in car accident just a few weeks later. Then you have Mikael, who according to both his wife and your step-father, Klaus, advised Klaus to divorce Abby after finding out that the affair was not only the reason that Abby had originally left town but was still ongoing upon her return. Mikael supposedly dies in a tragic hunting accident and then…your mother takes off...no sign of where she's going and no word about when she'll return."

Bonnie picked up Jamie's photograph and swallowed. She made sure that her eyes welled up with tears and her voice broke as she spoke. "I had just found out Jamie existed and I was starting to get to know him you know," she murmured, "Abby had left us both in different ways and after losing Grams, I just wanted so much to hold on to the family I have left and now Jamie's dead and Abby's gone and…my baby is going to be the one that really misses out. I just…I want her to come home. I've lost so much already and I don't understand why she would leave me again."

Bonnie let her false tears fall freely and rubbed her swollen abdomen for good measure. Liz stood and walked around her desk. She came to wrap her arms around Bonnie's shoulders. "Oh honey," Liz whispered as she swiped a tissue from the box on her desktop, "I'm so sorry. I knew this would upset you. I shouldn't have pushed so hard. It's just that. We have some questions for your mother and the timing of her leaving is a bit…"

Bonnie looked at Liz with wide watery eyes. "You don't think she had anything to do with any of this do you? You said it yourself their deaths were an accident and no matter what problems she and I had, I can't imagine her ever… She wouldn't. Would she?" Bonnie let more tears fall even as she felt nothing more than a dark sense of amusement on the inside.

"Don't trouble yourself with any of this sweetheart," Liz told her as she rubbed her back, "We'll follow up with Klaus if we need anything else or if we find any leads. You just worry about taking care of yourself and your baby."

Bonnie allowed Liz to take her hands and walk her back out to the waiting area where Klaus was waiting. Bonnie met his blue eyes and smiled. Klaus looked at her in the same way that he always did, with an intensity and hunger that not many noticed if they didn't know what to look for.

He stood immediately and walked over to her and the Sheriff. Bonnie turned to Liz and squeezed her hands. "Whatever you're thinking my mother had nothing to do with anything bad. We'll find her. She'll come home. Her family is here. She can't stay away for long. Like my Grams always said, we take care of our own." Bonnie lived by the same adage, just not in the way that Sheila Bennett had intended her to.

Liz smiled in a placating gesture and leaned over to whisper to Klaus as Bonnie went to retrieve her purse from the chair next to the one that he had vacated. "She's always been such a troubled girl. She's lost so much already. I'd hate to even consider what could happen if our suspicions turned out to be founded."

Bonnie hid her smirk as Klaus let out a mournful sigh. "My wife will come home soon and when she does this will all be cleared up," he said, his tone full of put upon optimism. "If she doesn't, Bonnie will have a home with us either way. She's family now. We wouldn't abandon her for anything or anyone."

Bonnie looked up to meet Klaus's gaze at the words and when she smiled this time it was genuine. "She's strong," Liz said, smiling at Bonnie in turn, "Most girls who've been through what she's been through and started down the dark path she'd been on before all of this wouldn't survive."

Bonnie wanted to laugh. Most girls. It was a saying that she'd always hated. Most girls. As if they all could be grouped and placed into boxes according to shade, type, and temperament. As if there was even a mold for all women to fit into. Most girls thought there was.

Most girls like Bonnie would've never walked the path she'd chosen, no matter the abandonment and no matter the grief. Most girls with abandonment issues ended up with a hefty therapy bill, not a love child by their stepfather and a body count. Bonnie Bennett had never been like most girls.