As Klaus pressed against her, his hands sliding to grip her waist, Bonnie could not stop her body from shaking. Klaus unnerved her, his playful taunting held the promise of unspeakable darkness.

Up until this point, she had hidden her fear very well, but this entire journey of trying to beat him had exhausted her. She felt weak and tired and frightened, more than anything, she was afraid of this vampire. She whispered hoarsely, "what do you want Klaus?"

He spun her around and slammed into her, shoving her body against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers, barely touching them, as he smugly said "I think you know, love."

Before she could respond, his tongue found its way into her mouth, violently exploring hers, as one hand found its way under her shirt and the other wrapped itself in her hair, forcing her head back. She hissed in pain and tried to control the hysteria that threatened to find its way to the surface.

His rough kisses knocked the wind out of her- she could barely breathe. She was overwhelmed by his presence, his scent, his taste. She pushed against him even though she knew it was no use, he was much stronger than her; she did not stand a chance.

As she became aware of his other hand slowly, methodically, caressing her stomach, it took all of her self control not to burst out crying. The intimacy of this situation horrified her; she had never felt so out of control in her life. Being a witch had forced Bonnie to confront spirits, vampires, and werewolves and at times, her own potential death, but none of it had aroused the same kind of paralyzing fear that she was experiencing at this moment.

Klaus shifted his attentions away from her mouth to her right ear as he wound more of her hair tightly around his fist. He nibbled on her earlobe for a moment as she winced and struggled to catch her breath. "Your heart is beating so so fast, like a rabbit's. Tell me, my little Bennett witch, are you afraid of me yet?"

Though Bonnie could not see, his eyes were dancing with mirth and his lips were twisted into a mischievous grin. Klaus had always enjoyed playing with his food; he was a hunter by nature and he got off on overpowering his prey. Bonnie, in particular, had become a little obsession of his; he looked forward to fucking, torturing and feeding on her. She was strong and beautiful and brave and she had almost killed him, a fact that only made him want her more. Though she was no threat with her powers gone, she still needed to be punished for her bad behavior, something he would take great pleasure in doing.

Klaus was excited, but he knew how to pace himself, he would take his time with this one, drawing out her fear and anguish for a long time before finally taking everything from her. A part of him hoped he would not completely destroy her; he enjoyed a challenge and Bonnie Bennett was indeed, a challenge.

Bonnie felt like throwing up, she could feel the bile rising in her throat. She had always been good at concealing her feelings, swallowing them so deep that sometimes she even fooled herself. He had caught her off guard though and she was unable to fully embrace the cool mask of indifference that she usually clung to in moments like this. She focused her energy on answering him without stuttering, doing her best to speak calmly and clearly. "Go to hell."

She heard Klaus chuckle in response and was surprised to feel his hand unwind itself from her hair and gently push all of it to the left, exposing her neck. She could not help but shiver when she felt him softly kiss her there as if he were her lover, not a monster who was about to drain her of life. Her entire body stiffened as she felt his canines lengthen and press against her neck. She heard him murmur, "we are going to have such fun, you and I" before he tore into her throat, hungrily sucking and licking like some kind of animal. She gasped at the pain that followed, its intensity growing with every moment, until finally, all she knew was darkness.

Overcome by his bloodlust, Klaus moaned as he fed on the young witch in front of him. Her blood was delicious and radiated with power. He could feel her terror, her anger, her innocence, her sadness, all of which made her blood taste even sweeter. It took all of his self control to stop himself from killing her, but he did.

He had plans for this one, plans that he looked forward to carrying out.