Author's Note: I love the Vampire Diaries but somewhere during the last season, the writers went rogue where Bonnie was concerned. So I decided to write this story to show that all hope is not lost. There can be endless possibilities for Bonnie including a future with Klaus, and this is just one of them. This story contains elements from the CW storyline that I thought would be useful in strengthening my plot. It takes place sometime after 3x15 "All My Children" and goes to season 4. It is my first story, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 – Resentment

She was to blame. His siblings were dagger-less, his mother roamed about freely, and Stefan continued to kill his hybrids.

My, what was a man to do?

His lips twisted into a sadistic smile. Luckily for him, he wasn't one. A man could do nothing given the tools he possessed. He, however, was a superior being who could do anything he put his fangs to.

"No, no" he cautioned himself. Killing her would be too easy. So snapping her neck was out of the question. Her death should be slow; painful—exciting for him … not so much for her. Bonnie Bennett deserved to be mutilated before he drained the blood from her body.

The little bitch!

He could barely contain his rage. He looked down at his clenched fist and shuddered violently. He really needed to calm down, but his thoughts betrayed him by inciting him further. 'Coward' seemed a better word to describe her than 'bitch' at the moment. Only cowards fled the scene after they delivered a massive blow.

So she thinks she can hide, does she? His mother had invited the witch to the ball, but she never showed. She had disappeared, leaving him to believe she'd left town. No matter, Caroline had kept him entertained that night and the fit blonde would be his sooner rather than later because he yearned for her.

While it was true, Caroline had rejected the old 'I-used-to-be-a-nice-human' routine, she would soon come around like the rest of her gender. Death rarely changed a woman. She was no different than the one before her. She would give in and then his hybrid would think twice before disobeying him again. Yes, Tyler would learn a valuable lesson. Never trust a woman. Caroline, Elena, Esther—it didn't matter; they were all the same.

He should have known his mother was working with the witch. If not for their little insurance policy, he and his siblings would have ceased to exist. He punched the wall.

"Excuse me, sir." Klaus removed his fist from the hole in the wall and turned to confront his audience. Who dared to interrupt his solitude?

His displeasure must have been obvious because the hybrid took one step back. "Speak," he commanded, as he schooled his features into a blank expression to hide his growing frustration.

The hybrid hesitated before saying, "We found the witch."

"Is that so," Klaus replied with feigned disinterest.

"Should we bring her to you?"

He smiled. "No."

"But sir," the hybrid persisted, "she's nearby."

"Where?" He picked up the brandy snifter on his desk, poured himself a cup and waited for an answer. He looked at his hybrid expectantly. Still no reply. "Where … is … she?" He enunciated every word slowly, careful not to sound too eager.

The hybrid took another step back. "Downstairs in your study."

Klaus eyes widened in astonishment. He downed the contents of the glass in one swig. She's bold; he thought as he dipped his head back and smirked.

The hybrid stared at him in confusion before adding, "We will apprehend her at once." Two other hybrids appeared at his side but Klaus dismissed them with a simple hand gesture.

"For the second time: no. Leave her be. I hope she finds whatever she's looking for." He said delightfully before scowling. "I grow tired of repeating myself."

His hybrids left without delay.

Downstairs, was she? What kind of host would he be if he didn't greet his guest?

–TVD–

Esther had asked for her help and like a fool, she'd promised her assistance. Once again, she had trusted the blind faith Elena had in yet another questionable person. Well at least, Esther was human unlike Damon. She couldn't really call vampires people given that 'people' were their preferred choice of meal. She should have said no, except she couldn't. It was her duty to protect everyone and she could reflect on this responsibility later. Now was not the time to be over-thinking anything.

Files, files. She flexed her fingers. As soon as I find them, I can leave.

Ten minutes later, Bonnie looked at the large grandfather clock that hung in the far right corner of the room. Time was moving faster than she was. The document containing the ancient spell was nowhere to be found and she desperately needed it if she were to have any chance of killing Klaus according to Esther. "Ah," she moaned in frustration. Okay, just concentrate, she silently advised herself. It's got to be here somewhere. I can do—a voice sounded and she closed her eyes as she concluded her thought—this.

"Do continue, Ms. Bennett. Don't stop on my account." Bonnie jumped as the soft whisper caressed her earlobe. A small shiver ran down her spine. Either the speaker was much closer than she imagined or he had moved rather quickly.

Speak, or think in my case, of the devil and he doth appear. Her lips twisted into an ironic smile. She had been caught red-handed.

What was a girl to do?

She turned to confront him. It was the least she could do. Unfortunately, her movement brought her flush against his masculine form.

"Klaus!" She spat venomously. He smiled. And when he made no attempt to move, she took a step backwards.

Although he did not particularly care for her tone of voice, he politely enquired, "How can I be of service, sweetheart?" This will be fun, he surmised. Killing her would be his pleasure.

It was evident that he was mocking her and she grew more nervous as she watched him. His predatory smile spoke volumes. Damn him! She would not go down without a fight; but hopefully it wouldn't come to that if she could … Could what? She had no idea what to do to possibly live through this situation. A major part of her plan had already been compromised and that was to not get caught. She found herself answering brazenly "You can get lost."

Apparently, his proximity was making her crazy. She had to be to say that to an original who had threatened her life on multiple occasions. He didn't need another incentive.

"Ouch. Such animosity. Come on, Bonnie—if I may call you Bonnie?" She nodded, shocked by his civility. "You needn't talk so big. I can smell your fear." She opened her mouth to argue but he continued, "Don't deny it. Your pulse is beating at a dangerous speed and I have to say: you're getting me excited." His smile deepened when his words produced the desired effect. She shuddered.

Now she would attempt to run and he would kill her. How boring. He expected more from a Bennett witch.

If she was going to die, she wouldn't do so a coward. She would confront her fear. At this point, why not? Face devoid of any emotion, she asked "so what?"

"What do you mean, 'so what'?"

"So what if I'm scared. Of course I am. Who wouldn't be? You're a murderer."

Klaus laughed involuntarily. He couldn't help himself. He found her amusing. Everything from her defensive stance to her smug expression confirmed her belief that anyone who disagreed was an idiot. It was too much. He chuckled.

Her eyes widened. He was actually laughing. Fear and death were funny to him. Now she was terrified. She'd made a mistake in coming here alone and now she would leave. She attempted to brush by him quickly while he continued to chortle over her earlier sentiments. He grabbed her arm as she passed and she closed her eyes anticipating death.

"Leaving so soon?" No trace of mirth could be heard in his voice. "Without … what you came for?" His grip tightened. Bonnie wanted to cry out. His fingers dug into her flesh and the pain was unbearable. He jerked her backward and peered down into her face. His free hand slid into her hair and pulled hard. Her eyes flew open, glossy with unshed tears. "What? No witty comeback? No threats?" He goaded.

Don't cry! Don't let him see your tears! She admonished herself internally. He wants to break you! His grip on her arm tightened. She opened her mouth, but no sound escaped her lips. He tugged harder, tearing some strands from her scalp. "What were you looking for, sweetheart?" Her vision was becoming hazy. She had to do something before she blacked out.

"St-o-p!"

"What?"

"Let her go!"

Klaus turned to face the intruder without relinquishing his hold on her. Another interloper. He was growing more annoyed by the second. His glare returned to Bonnie. "A friend of yours?" He searched her glazed eyes for an answer and waited for a reply. When none was forthcoming, he said, "Maybe he'll have more to say." He released her and she crumpled to the floor.

"Jamie," she wanted to shout, but she didn't know which Jamie to address since there were two of him. The room was spinning. She pulled herself into a sitting position, but remained disoriented. Her scalp was on fire. "Jamie!" She finally screamed to the open air. "Get out of here!" She found the desk leg and used it to steady herself as she rose to her feet. But it was too late. Klaus had Jamie in his grip. There was no fight, no scuffle—nothing. She tried to give Klaus an aneurysm.

Is she kidding? Those little tricks would never work on him. This witch never knew when to accept defeat. She tried everything. If she wasn't trying to fry his brain, she was trying to distract him with trifling things like laughter so she could attack him off guard. Me. She made me laugh! He became infuriated just thinking about it. So the little wench thought it fun to toy with him, did she? He looked from Jamie, whom he held by the throat, to Bonnie. She looked fragile and weak as she held onto the desktop for support but her eyes, no longer blurred by pain, gazed on his with ready defiance. He turned quickly, ripped out Jamie's heart and tossed it at her feet. Then he returned her cold stare. "Call it a gift. Now you won't leave here empty handed provided you leave here at all."

Bonnie screamed.

Klaus smiled, then buckled to his knees with pain unlike any he had ever felt. He cursed. Damn this witch! For all he knew, his head was being split in two. "Bonnie!" He yelled, but she was already gone.

She escaped the same way she came and ran as fast as she could, fearful that he might pursue.

She could not stop. She could not falter.

And as she ran, tears fell.