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Grabbing one of his drinks, Bonnie sat back down on her stool. She grimaced as she took a sip of the whiskey- she had never understood its appeal, but it did get the job done.

As she put the glass down, the bartender angrily walked over, demanding that she leave unless she could produce a valid license. Bonnie smiled at her bitterly, "Gladly."

Klaus put his hand over the bartender's as he looked up at her with a charmingly boyish smile on his face, "excuse me beautiful, what's your name?"

The bartender glared at Bonnie for a moment before turning to Klaus with a flirtatious smile of her own, "Lisa".

Klaus gazed into the poor woman's eyes as he lowered his voice to a seductive drawl, "Lisa, please excuse my friend's bad behavior. She's rather unfriendly and hostile, but we're working on that."

He resisted the urge to laugh as he noticed Bonnie glaring at him with undisguised rage from the corner of his eye and continued, "I can assure you that she is indeed twenty-one, so how about you go get me two more shots of whiskey as well as whatever my socially-challenged friend over here wants. Would you do that for me, sweetheart?"

The bartender, with a somewhat dazed expression on her face, nodded her head slowly and turned to Bonnie.

Bonnie had always been particularly disturbed by the nonchalant attitude vampires had towards compulsion; it was mind rape, plain and simple. She felt guilty taking advantage of the girl's hypnotized state, but if she was stuck with Klaus, she sure as hell wasn't going to turn down anything that might make it easier. She tried to ignore her discomfort as she ordered a vodka cranberry.

Once Lisa walked away, Bonnie turned her head to face him with an angry look on her face, "You didn't have to do that."

Klaus grinned at her, baring his teeth "Oh Bonnie, you and your over-rated morality. That was me being a good boy. You ought to be more grateful, I won't always be so polite." He pushed his stool closer to hers, positioning his body to face her instead of the bar, enjoying Bonnie's discomfort at the movement.

He was so annoying; he knew exactly how to push her buttons. She found it incredible that the oldest, most feared vampire in the world who was capable of unspeakable cruelty could be so childish.

She gave him a dark look before replying in a mocking voice, "You know what Klaus, you're right, I should be more impressed by your benevolence; thank you so much for controlling yourself for five whole minutes." As she spoke, her eyes nervously scoured the room for someone who could get her out of this situation, but no one who could be of use was there. There was no one to protect her. Even less comforting was the fact that she was was suddenly aware of how incredibly intoxicated she really was.

She knew Klaus had noticed her scanning the room and quickly opened her mouth again before he could comment, doing her best not to slur her words "So what would the big bad wolf like to talk about? To what do I owe this honor?"

Klaus could positively feel the absolute hostility radiating from every word she said and it thrilled him. She hated him; he knew this.

"First, I have a question for you. Did you ever tell your little friends about our," he paused for dramatic effect, relishing the pained look on her face, as he tilted her chin up with his fingers so that they were directly looking into each other's eyes, "quality time together?"

Bonnie could barely meet his gaze; she despised how vulnerable she felt around him. Somehow she managed to form words through the overwhelming drunken haze of hatred and embarrassment clouding her mind and said quietly, "You know I haven't."

He smirked at her, his dark green eyes sparkling with delight, "That's alright, love; it can be our little secret."

Bonnie was not doing well. At this point, she could barely sit up straight; the room had begun to spin. She had obviously overestimated her alcohol tolerance; it had been awhile since her last binge drinking marathon. Her inebriation combined with her fear made it difficult for her to concentrate on speaking; her thoughts were becoming increasingly jumbled.

She hastily stood up and muttered, "fuck" as she realized that she felt slightly unsteady on her feet. The blood loss from the night before must have weakened her body more than she had thought. She took a deep breath, looked straight into Klaus' eyes and told him she had to go home before she got sick.

He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, "Is that an invitation?"

She gave him a disgusted look, "No, but I'm pretty sure Lisa would be more than happy to keep you company if you're lonely." She didn't bother waiting around for his reply and walked away as fast as she could out of the grill and away from him.

It was freezing outside. Bonnie moaned; she had forgotten her coat inside so all she had on were ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. It was going to be an unpleasant walk home.

She walked home apprehensively, expecting to see the bloodsucking hybrid jump out at any moment, but was pleasantly surprised when that did not happen. She walked into her empty house and immediately locked the door, giving a huge sigh of relief as she did so.

She made her way to her bedroom, turned on her light and threw herself on her bed. Being extremely drunk and alone at this time of night was dangerous for her. She could feel her eyes beginning to water as a profound sense of loneliness overcame her entire being. What was wrong with her? She hadn't allowed herself to behave in such a self-destructive manner in months for this very reason.

Klaus watched from outside as Bonnie struggled to maintain her composure. His eyes first flickered towards her face, taking in her big expressive eyes, tan skin and long wavy dark hair then they trailed downwards noting her petite yet curvy body; she really was a pretty little thing, stunning actually.

He enjoyed seeing the usually emotionally restrained witch so deliciously exposed. He wanted to hurt her; he longed to go in there and ravage her and make her scream now but he knew it would be much more satisfying if he waited. It is important to him that she is completely coherent when he does attack her so she will fully feel and remember everything that occurs.

Her current uncharacteristically fragile emotional state beckoned him though, and he could not resist the temptation to exploit it…