Her back hits the wall, her breath leaving her lungs at the contact. She slides down in defeat. It is then she knows she has lost the will to fight. Her brain aches with a migraine that has pestered her from the moment she stepped into his house. Every fibre of her body is screaming at her to stand and fight. Why fight the inevitable? I will always loose, she thinks harshly to herself.

Her eyes fall half closed has she hears his footsteps coming slowly towards her, 'thump, thump, thump'. Her heart doesn't even prickle in fear anymore. To her death almost seems like a gift knower days. The toes of his black boots enter her eyesight; she tilts her head up following the trail of his legs upwards until she reaches his face. And there he is. Klaus. His eyes are alight with an animalistic rage she will never fully begin to understand. He stares down at her, waiting. She realises he too expects her to stand and fight. She does not know why she stays on the floor just staring weakly up at him. Perhaps in some way she is rebelling against him, going against the fact that he wants her to stand. Perhaps in her own way she is claiming one last victory.

"Get up." He waits but receives no reply. Not even a twitch from the once stone faced Bennett witch, she offers him no smart comeback nor does her feel the faint burn of an aneurism, he feels nothing. "I said get up." His knuckles clench and unclench, as the seconds tick by Bonnie still does not move. A small part of Klaus, so small he barley notices it, begins to churn with worry. Was it not his dream to break the witch? To watch her crumble to her permanent downfall at his hands. Then why as she sits slumped at his feet, so weak so vulnerable, does he find himself afraid. Afraid she may not stand up again, afraid he has destroyed the fire he so loved to be burned by. He finds his fear soon turns to anger. How dare she ignore him, who does this woman think she is. He reaches down and curls his fist into a clump of her hair and pulls roughly. He tugs her up like a rag doll, pulling her up so she is stood straight. Her eyes still are turned to the floor, so he yanks her head back so he may stare into the almost lifeless green of Bonnie's eyes.

She hisses with pain when he pulls her head back. Her scalp was already sore from the contact her head made with the wall. She makes no attempt to mask her face with defiance; she just simply stares back at him. She knows this irritates him. Eventually he lets go of her hair, and Bonnie falls backwards slightly using the wall to steady herself. Her shoulders slump forwards. She is tiered of his games.

"Why won't you just let me die?" She realises the words have left her lips before she even has chance to clamp her mouth shut. "Please just let me die."

Klaus' eyes widen. He is bewildered. Why won't he just let her die? Does she not see? Does she not realise that if she were no longer here he would be lost. Or perhaps it is him who does not realise it. His life seems to revolve around the Witch. She is the one who gave him back his life in the first place. In truth she saved him. And in that moment when her magic flowed through his veins he felt something change between them. It was nothing strong enough to stop him from attempting to ruin her life, but it was certainly enough to make him think twice about ending it. In fact it has completely stopped him from wanting to end it. He is lost in his thoughts before he feels a soft hand press against his chest. He flinches from the gentleness of the contact. He looks down at her, and she is staring right back. Her eyes sparkle with tears, there is no colour to her face, no smile, no life, no Bonnie.

It had been minutes before he'd spoke. He was so still he almost appeared to be a statue. She wondered what he was thinking; perhaps he was conjuring up a way of killing her. She hoped it would be quick, hoped he would let her die with a morsel of dignity still intact. Before she could stop her hand from doing so she reached out and rested her palm against where his heart should beat. She felt his muscles coil and flinch at the contact, but she kept her hand there. And when he looked at her she did not look away, she simply whispered "Please."

With that one word Klaus feels his ice cold heart shatter. She is begging him to kill her. Countless times he has imagined Bonnie begging him. Sometimes it is as his hands clamp around her throat and she begs him to stop, others her arms are pinned beside her head and she pleads with him to touch her, to kiss her, to steal that one part of her that is still pure, and in that scene he will always comply. But he has never thought of her asking him to kill her, asking him to clamp his hands around her throat and squeeze until her pretty little heart beat stops. He looks down at where her palm meets the bare skin of his chest. He swears her touch is burning him straight to the core. She touches him with a tenderness he has never felt, never imagined the witch could possess. In the back of his mind his thoughts wander. His eyes close as he wonders what it would be like to have both of her hands on his cold flesh. To feel the warmth of her blood pulsing beneath her skin pressed against his own. To know what it would be like to hold the most powerful fragile being he has ever met. To taste her lips, her neck, the soft skin that stretches over her stomach. He groans at his tortuous thoughts before snapping his eyes back open. She is watching him cautiously, expectantly. He takes a small step forwards so her back is again pushed against the wall.

This is it she thinks, as he traps her between himself and the concrete wall. She doesn't feel afraid, just calm and serene. It is as if Bonnie was made to die because she waits for it so longingly. She closes her eyes and breaths once, twice. She feels something soft brush against her lips, she cracks her eyes open, to find Klaus' face just centimetres from her own. Her eyes are now wide with anticipation. What is he doing? He leans in past her face to her neck, and inhales. She hears an almost silent moan escape past his lips, he stomach clenches at the sound. She realises her hand is still against his chest but has now been followed by her other hand. She goes to quickly pull them away but Klaus snags her wrists in both his hands holding them there. He leans in again this time so his mouth hovers just above hers. Bonnie does not move, she just stands there, heart hammering inside her ribs, her veins buzzing with adrenaline. Her eyes drift un-controllably down to his lips. That's when she notices he is smirking.

"No love, I can't just let you die" he whispers.