A/N: I know, I know. I've got two unfinished Bamon stories going on right now... Forgive me, dear readers, but I don't think I can finish those, well at least, not for a while. I'm just completely turned off by Bamon these days... And it has to do with how they tweaked Ian Somerhalder's appearance this season. There's almost no difference, I know, but something about his haircut and the way he moves reminds me of a mixture between Sheriff Forbes and Ellen Degeneres. Like his haircut is IDENTICAL to Sheriff Forbes' and is slightly inferior to Ellen's... So he does nothing for me anymore. :/

Meanwhile, Klaus is so hot, I bet he's the sole cause of global warming. :( And Klonnie together... Wowza! There were sooooo many opportunities for them to interact and have sexiness together, but the writers have neglected that so much that it's really shameful. So of course, it's up to me to artificially create these missed opportunities. :) This chapter takes place a few days before their senior prank fail. Enjoy!

Bonnie could tell that something was off right as she pulled in the driveway. She paused, half-way out of her car when the feeling of eyes on the back of her head washed over her senses. She shivered once, before shaking it off and entering her house. The lights were all out. It was barely ten o'clock, but her father tended to sleep early due to his all-consuming job. She briefly felt guilty for spending so much time away from home at the Gilberts', so much so that she only saw her own father during the occasion breakfast nowadays, but these times were too turbulent to be concerned about familial matters at the time. Bonnie sighed and hung up her back on the hook on the back of her bedroom door and began to take off her jewelry.

Something was very, very wrong. She launched forward to flick on the lamp next to her bed and the image of the figure lounging in her armchair came to light.

"Hello, Bonnie." The sinister smile made it impossible for the man before her to be considered handsome.

Her heart rate raced in anticipation, yet she was shocked at the lack of surprise she felt at Klaus's presence. A part of her had been expecting him, really. A thousand questions fluttered up her throat. What was he doing here? How did he get in? What did he want? Was she going to live to see the sun rise? Bonnie shakily removed her earrings as she tried to organize her racing thoughts. "Where's my dad?"

"In his room, out like a light. A rather deep sleeper, don't you think? Snores like a power drill, too," his tone was light and playful, but his unblinking gaze was fixed on her.

Bonnie feigned calmness as she released her hair from its confining ponytail and ran her fingers through it, "And Elena? Caroline? Jeremy?"

"Probably not asleep. But you know how teenagers are these days."

That was as much of a confirmation of their safety as Bonnie would ever get. She desperately tried to buy time and keep him talking as she tried to think of a miraculous way out of this mess. "I wouldn't be too sure. Elena's always been the responsible one." She couldn't kill him. That was impossible now. But could she hurt him enough to escape? Blitz him with her powers and make a run for it?

"Perhaps, but it wouldn't make much sense for me to kill the doppelganger, whose blood is so very precious to me, now would it?"

Elena was definitely safe. That made no guarantee for Caroline, Jeremy, or her innocent, and very vulnerable, father in the next room. Bonnie's brain furiously sought a way out of this mess. Even if she could escape him now, there would be no escaping him a second time. If she knew anything about this man, it was that he wasn't merciful. She couldn't risk him retaliating against one of her loved ones. "No. I suppose not."

She slowly took a seat on her bed, facing him. The tension was so thick, Bonnie could've cut it with a knife. She felt her palms begin to sweat. But Klaus seemed to be enjoying her discomfort, as evidenced by the growing smirk on his face. She broke first.

"What do you want with me?"

"Ah, so blunt and to the point. That's the problem with you Americans. Always in a hurry… It can come off as rude, you know," Klaus genuinely sounded disapproving, "Time is money, I suppose… But when you have all the time in the world…" He smiled at her, but she did not falter.

"I'm not hearing an answer."

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, "Brashness in young ladies like yourself was not an attractive quality in my day and age."

"Yes, but the ice age has long been over." She said before she could stop herself.

To her surprise, his face brightened at the retort. "However, such a sharp tongue has timeless appeal…"

She stood up in frustration, "Enough fun and games—I want to know why you're here in my house."

Klaus looked disappointed, "Right when we were starting to have fun, too." He sighed melodramatically and crossed an ankle over his knee, leaning back in his seat to get a better view of her. "We have a score to settle, love."

Her stomach sank. She had a bad feeling that something like this might happen. But she had hoped that he would be too busy with creating his hybrid army and other things to notice. Her survival instincts kicked in and she feigned innocence, "How so?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm. Oh, I don't know… How about how I was supposed to kill you when we first met? Or how you almost killed me the night of the sacrifice?" Klaus knitted his hands behind his head and smiled up at her.

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat, "I say that makes us even. There's a lot of animosity going on around here. Just part of the game."

"Oh, I don't think so. You see, I could be anywhere in the world right now, enjoying myself and my newfound ability to create more of my kind. I've got my little ripper friend now and the whole world to enjoy. But there's a reason why I keep dropping by this godforsaken town." He pushed himself up on his feet.

Dread gnawed on her insides. Bonnie tried to play it cool, "Oh? And what's the reason for that?" But she feared his answer.

He took a long stride forward, suddenly a bit too close for comfort. She had never been in such proximity with him before. The power radiating off him was so thick that it was almost tangible. She could taste it on her tongue. It was intoxicating.

"You."

She unconsciously flinched, crossing her arms over her chest. It was suddenly too warm in the room. "Me?" There was no getting out of this situation. She could put up a fight, but nothing she could do could stop him. And the more she'd fight, the more he'd retaliate. Her spirit screamed in protest, but at this point in time, there was nothing she could do but roll over and let him win. "What could you want with me?"

"I don't think we're both supposed to be alive or coexist. It's… unnatural."

"More unnatural than a werepire?" She quipped.

He smiled widely, "Perhaps. In this town, every one of your little friends see me as their enemy. The doppelganger, the other Salvatore brother, the school teacher, the little blond newborn… But I see you as my only threat."

Her eyes widened in surprise and she could only stare at him in stunned disbelief. Klaus took that as an opportunity to move in and tuck a tousled curl behind her ear.

"You see, in my millenniums of existence, I've not once met an opponent even close to being worthy of defeating me. But then comes along this little teenage girl who comes closer than anyone ever has…" His hand ghosted over the smoothness of her cheek, "It's… fascinating."

She couldn't deny her fear now. "I don't have any help from my ancestors anymore," she said in a hoarse whisper, "It's just me by myself; just your everyday, ordinary witch. Nothing extraordinary anymore."

"Hmm. Falling out with the family?"

"Something like that…" She could feel the coolness from his flesh even though he hadn't made direct contact with her skin yet.

"That's very unfortunate. May I inquire as to what caused this faction?"

"I brought Jeremy back to life against their wishes." As soon as she said this, she regretted it. She snapped her mouth shut, startled that she had let that slip out.

"You see, then I must politely disagree with you," his fingers crept down her jaw to hover right above the pulsating vein in her neck. "I do find something extraordinary about you… Though I can't put my finger on just what…"

Bonnie held her breath, unsure of what to say to that. Panic pumped through her veins, and she was positive that at such a close proximity, Klaus was perfectly aware of this.

"It is only fair that I kill you for your attempts at my downfall," he continued, now musing mostly to himself, "But I find myself slightly intrigued by you. I suppose I shall let you live for the meantime, as you and all your little friends are utterly powerless to even try to stand in my way." He stepped back and turned, as if to leave.

"Don't worry; we'll find a way."

He paused, mid-step, and glanced at her over his shoulder, amused, "You've really got nerve, haven't you, love?"

She ignored that, "It's a mistake to let me live—mark my word: I will find a way to destroy you."

Klaus laughed—actually laughed at her. "Though I sincerely doubt you, I admire your audacity, Miss Bennett." He walked over to where she stood, and before she could react, he picked up her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it. "We'll meet again soon."

And he disappeared as suddenly as he came; leaving a shell-shocked Bonnie Bennett to stand there, alone in the middle of her bedroom to wonder what the hell just happened.

In my perfect world, Jeremy would get with Anna, because I find them adorable together, and Bonnie would stay clear of Matt. :( I feel like the writers are pushing that angle (Monnie? Batt?) and it's really disturbing me. Klonnie all the wayyyy! I read somewhere that Bonnie's playing a big role in the Stefan/Klaus interaction this season, and I can't wait! But until then, I'm going to have to create my own moments... And I'm determined to stay up to speed with this season this time. I won't let you down, readers. This couple is too hot to be ignored.

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