Dark Stranger

Author's Note: I had to do an Epilogue.

/Morning after/

Bonnie felt sore. Her legs were throbbing with pain, and she felt something heavy on her. Her dreams had consisted of night, well last night. She remembered getting dressed, doing her hair, and leaving with confidence. She remembered entering the bar with more confidence as men eyed her and then she remembered, Klaus.

Her eyes fluttered for a moment, feeling her skin heat up at the sunlight that was pouring in the window. She shifted, feeling relaxed, more than usual. She opened her eyes, feeling something heavy on her, wondering if she had slept with a book the night before, wondering if she even got home, but when she turned to look. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw.

It was Klaus, the man she met last night, the man she flirted with, the man she kissed and…

Her heart beat wildly in her chest as she noticed the state she was in. She was naked and he was too.

She bit back her scream, not wanting to alarm him. Her best bet was to slip from up around him without waking him. She knew that, but she found herself not moving. It wasn't like she didn't want to move, but she just couldn't. He was half on top of her, one hand in her hair, his fingers wrapped in her wild curls, his other hand covering the breast that he wasn't laying on, him still inside of her, his hair as wild as hers.

"You know, I find it adorable that your heart picks up when you wake."

Bonnie stilled, swallowing hard.

Her eyes moved to his and eyed him, his blue eyes dancing with fire.

"What happened last night?" She whispered to him.

A smirk came across his features; he parted his lips, bending his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as he adjusted himself above her, rolling fully on her, hovering over her, thrusting into her. His already hard cock, from waking up, became even harder as he found that her walls were wet and ready for him.

And he found that he was a snug fit.

"We did…" He waited, pulling back, slipping out of her completely, looking into her green eyes, his hands becoming fist, digging deeper into the bed. He leered at her, his eyes getting darker by the second as he pushed into her with one thrust. His hips meeting hers once more, her walls hugging him as before, her arms wrapped around his neck, just then, her fingers tugging on the ends of his hair. "this…we fucked…" He let the words pop from his lips as he moved his hips back and forth, rocking himself into her, his forehead falling on hers, turning away to close his eyes, as he grinded into her, losing control, his power starting and ending as he entered her.

"Oh, don't…yes…" She closed her eyes, her hands dancing down from his hair towards the back of his neck, dragging them down deep his neck to the upper part of his back. "Don't stop for the love of g-god."

He rotated his hips as he moved, hitting ever spot that she had within in her heat. He nearly died as she gripped him, hugging him tight. He paused, his eyes widening for a moment.

"Bonnie, I can make you feelso much more. You know that." He picked up pace as the tightness that her walls had, let him go. She groaned, bucking her hips at him, riding his cock. "Just give in to me."

He hadn't realized that his eyes were darkening or that veins were appearing along his faint pale cheeks, his lips parting, running along her neck, kissing a trail of useless kisses that ended at her breast. He laved her nipple with his tongue and his fang, running it over it, a piercing moan left between her lips, before he sunk his fangs in her plump breast.

She moaned loudly, screaming in his ear once more. His cock, unexpectedly, jerking inside of her, spilling into her with everything that he didn't know he had. She came along his cock, her hips coming to a slow as she closed her eyes, drifting off into eternal bliss.

/~/

It was two hours later when he awoke, finding that he was on his back, that she was resting on his chest.; her hand on his chest as her head, breathing calmly, as if nothing had happened between them, or he hadn't broken her purity with his devilness and she hadn't broken him with her, purity.

That was what it was about.

He slept with women before. He was at least over a thousand years old. He had knowledge in so many things and in certain people. Virgins were responsive and loved to learn, but Bonnie was different. He expected her to be drained and dead by now, but she was still breathing. She was still alive, still spilling with laughter inside of her and that was what held him back from killing her as he had planned.

And the sex, nothing he had ever had before. She took him to heightens he had never felt before that would make him question if she was just a penetration virgin, because she knew some things, but no. She hadn't known anything and he was fine with that. He did have a problem with teaching, but he didn't mean teaching her.

The blood threw him for a loop. She tasted of things that he knew of and others that he didn't. Power was there, he knew that. She had witch in her blood line, but it hadn't switched on yet so he could still compel her, make her forget what they did, if he wanted.

The sex, the touching, the caressing, the affection, but he wondered if it would be worth it. Could he do it and would he be fine with doing it? He had both his needs met; he was completely full of her blood and his cock was spent with her spendings on him still, but he didn't want her to forget it completely and he couldn't just lay there, hoping for a relationship, because those were things that he couldn't do.

He frowned, knowing he never thought of this with other women, not even the first….

She stirred on top of him and his cock jerked, as if it was sending off a hello greeting as he turned his head to look at her.

"Afternoon, sweetheart." His voice was low and gentle, his other hand out and underneath her, his hand playing with the ends of her hair.

"Klaus?" She tilted her head and looked up at him with a confusing stare before running her tongue along her lip and it took a lot of him to not react to that, which meant picking her up, settling her on his cock and rocking them both into heaven, or what felt like heaven, and back.

"Yes, you slept for awhile after you screamed out my name" Well something to that.

"You know, this isn't me. I just don't sleep with people. I'm not a whore or anything like that." He heard what she was going for but only heard what she didn't want to sound like.

A virgin. A newbie to one night stands or one night stands that turned into a one morning stands.

"It's fine, Bonnie. I'm not a bragger." The hell he was. He bragged, maybe, depending on the subject but things like this he was going to keep to himself. He'd store it for later, some place special. "I know that you were a virgin. I felt it." He felt it and broke it, twice.

She blushed, her blood rising to her cheeks, glad that he didn't tear into her. He bit her during sex and hopefully she would forget about it and think of her neck and breast as love bites.

"Klaus, I was nervous. I have a guess; you've probably had more than me. I'm not that great."

He chuckled, his chest vibrating with laughter. "Trust me, if you weren't sore right now. I'd take you hard and fast, smooth strokes, make you cum over and over again."

She shivered against him at his words, her heart picking up in her chest, her body growing hot and she blushed deeper, hiding her eyes.

"Don't blush. Don't hide who you are. I want you." He used his other hand and grabbed for her hand, moving it under the tossed sheets and rubbing it along his cock, his face growing tight as he did so.

"What if I told you I wasn't sore" She said nervously, following his movements and moving her hand up and down along his length, biting her lip. "I don't do things like this, but I want too, that's the thing." She wrapped her hand around his cock, gripping it, but not too much, pumping him with her hand.

He wasn't going to stop her if she did so. He laid back, moving his hand from his cock, letting her completely hold him. His hand falling off the side of the bed, tilting his chin up, closing his eyes tight as she pumped him, shifting in the bed to do it properly.

She sat up completely, getting off of him, tossing the covers back to see him fully and she gasped.

He moaned softly, biting his lips so he wouldn't anymore.

"How did that fit in me?" She asked out loud, making the tips of her thumb and index finger touch each other as she moved her other three out of the way, moving faster.

Klaus bucked his hips off the bed, his hips in time with her hand, wanting more.

"Fuck…" Her words finally clicked in his head, really liking the fact that she was a virgin when they met. He said in his cool voice, his eyes still closed.

"The core of a woman can stretch to welcome anything within it. Since I'm your first…" He paused, his eyes rolling behind his lids as she used her other hand to cup his balls. "it is perfect for me, but if you were to let another man enter you. It will stretch to his size." He growled deep within his chest as he thought of another man entering her.

"Oh, well…" She wasn't sure what else to say as she touched him; her hand massaging his balls, her hand wrapping around him fully, going back to her regular pace. "Can I put my mouth on it?"

He nearly came right there. How could she ask such a thing? How did she even know?

"Go for it, dear" His voice lingered in the air as he closed his mouth shut, enjoying the sensation fully, truly believing that she wouldn't put her mouth on him as she had asked. She was virgin. She didn't know what to do with her mouth on him, because there was always more to simple things.

He felt her hands cup him and explore him, her thumb rubbing over his tip, before taking in his sides and then, something hot was over his head, something wet was touching him. He opened his eyes.

She wouldn't.

She did.

Bonnie Bennett, the once virgin, was facing him, her naked ass in the air. One hand was wrapped around him and the other was resting underneath his balls. She was licking around his head, feeling the odd dip and curve there, before taking him into her mouth.

His entire body stiffened as he felt his cock head in her mouth. He closed his eyes once again, his hands gripping the sheets, tearing at them as she slowly moved along his cock.

"Bonnie, take me in as far as you can go."

He didn't care that she could only get the top part of him within in his mouth, as long as her hot little mouth was touching him. He did not care.

/~/

She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she felt that she was doing something right because Klaus was moaning as she had, it must have felt good.

She could ask, but was too afraid. She didn't want to already sound like an idiot.

She closed her eyes, letting the feel of his member in her mouth and of him in her hands. She lost herself of the feeling how thick he felt in her small hand and she couldn't help but wondered was what he had told was true, but it wasn't like she had been told that before and he was a man. She was a girl. She didn't know and neither had her friends. They never discussed this or she probably wasn't around when they had.

Well, they probably never did this before

She shook her head mentally; continuing on what she was doing, losing herself in the faint taste of herself and him, all of him. She bobbed her head up and down, whimpering in her mouth when the back of him hit her throat. She calmed down, telling herself it was okay and bobbed her head a bit more, noticing that the more she was calm the more her mouth would allow.

"Bonnie, come up, now." He was demanding.

She moved, his cock popped from her lips as she crawled up his body, settling herself over him, her core hovering over his hard, wet, member.

"Sit, I need you." He whispered to her in a hushed breath.

She nodded, moving to sit down on him, hissing in a breath as he stretched her, for the third time.

His hands fell on her hips and he rocked her before she even fully settled on top of him. His thumb rubbing her nub and clit, his eyes trained on him sliding in and out of her.

"Klaus!" She screamed his name, biting her bottom lip till she drew blood, thrashing onto of him as they rocked.

"Look at me."

She looked into his eyes, staring into the ocean eyes of his, losing herself.

"When I'm done. I want you to forget me. I want you to…remember drinking heavily and staying in a motel room so you wouldn't go home, drunk. I want you to forget my face, my name, my…" He paused, grunting as the power of his thrusts increased. "body. You are still a virgin, Bonnie Bennett. You never had sex and this was all a rough dream, love."

Bonnie nodded, wondering why she was agreeing to him, her nostrils flaring as she felt her orgasm stun her.

"Yes, all a dream."

"Good"

/~/

Klaus moved his hands over his shirt, dusting off the dirt as he stood outside, his blue eyes taking in the afternoon scenery. The people walking by him, talking about nothing, the kids that ran with their parents yapping about nothing and everything, his eyes focusing straight ahead so he wouldn't turn around and go back inside.

After he spilled inside of her, he compelled her to sleep. He was trying to make it easier on him so he wouldn't go back to her and take her once more, maybe even all day. But he already compelled her and taking that away was something that he couldn't do. He never went back on his word. He was a true gentlemen or whatever they called it these days. He wasn't sure.

He checked his buckle, his jeans; his zipper making sure it was all there.

He wanted so badly to go back up there and touch her, not sexual, but more than that. But he was not the type of man to have relationships; his step-dad ruined it for him and his first and last girlfriend made it worse, well he did, but still. He wasn't the loving type and didn't want to put that on Bonnie, because she was.

Two completely opposites and yet he wanted to slap them together and show her the world. But he couldn't do that, he was a monster. He killed people, tore out their hearts and used their heads as goblets. He couldn't have her around that. Although, she'd probably accept him and eventually maybe even want to be what he was.

He shook his head, knowing that was not true. For creatures like him, mutts, happy endings never happened.

He sighed, holding his head up high before vanishing within the crowd of people, moving on.

/Two weeks later/

"Okay so I was telling you about Eric, right?" Caroline looked between her two best friends, a confused look on her face as she tried to remember her story, regretting the fact that she had to go to the bathroom, because she had started on thinking of other things while she tended to her business.

Elena and Bonnie laughed softly to themselves, snickering between each other because of the spacey state that their friend was in. They couldn't help but smile thought. They knew that Caroline had really enjoyed herself if she couldn't remember what she had done.

"Yeah, you had drunk him under the table. If I remembered correctly." Elena said, popping a snack into her mouth.

Bonnie shrugged, acting innocent, leaning to the side, her head tilted and resting on the arm of the couch as they all sat around her living room. Her father was knocked out upstairs. Her hands tracing the faint scar of her neck, wondering how she got it, but every time she tried to think back on it, she found nothing there.

Her mind was completely blank.

"Well anyways, I'm done till I get slapped with another story." Caroline turned to Bonnie focusing on her, sitting up higher on her thighs. "What did you do this summer?"

Elena turned to face Bonnie too, biting her lip.

Both Caroline and Elena were hoping she had some juicy story to tell and hoped that Bonnie had. They were tired of sharing stories of their nights without her.

Bonnie shrugged, straightening.

"I haven't done anything." She checked back, trying to remember, but found nothing there, with glimpses of a man she never seen before and they were doing x-rated things. "Well, I did go out to a bar and chat with folks, got drunk, found a motel room. It wasn't like you guys, but I had fun."

Caroline and Elena giggled, nudging each other.

"Finally, something juicy. Okay, tell us everything. What you wore, the hair, the heels, the boys, the drinks, the fun. Everything, now!" Caroline nearly screamed but she calmed down, realizing that they were not at her house. Her mother didn't care what she had done.

Bonnie smiled, feeling accepted when Elena nodded too, mumbling her agreement.

Bonnie sat up straighter, smiling her head off as she began to tell her little tale, never noticing the tall man standing outside her window, watching only her as she spoke, a faint smirk on his lips.

/Fin/

I was thinking of doing a part two, letting it take off from season two, but we'll see. Tell me what you think.