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Haven’t posted a fic concept from my drafts in a while and wanted to share!

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson doesn’t love gently, he loves until it consumes him, he craves until it becomes obsession and possession. Bonnie’s choice started as an illicit affair to mend her broken-heart and now she can never be free. That doesn’t mean she won’t try and escape the hybrid who swore he’d chase her until the end of time.

Little Witching Hour | Dear Little Witch (outtakes edition) | klonnie au

February 5th, 2021

Bonnie woke up and stretched her sore back. She reached to her left and was confused at the empty space and its lack of warmth. Her mornings were different these days. Far from her teenage years where she’d sleep in after spending a night cramming through a grimoire. These mornings consisted of quiet time with her two favorite people. Renovations on her bed and breakfast had been stalled due to the winter storm that had seeped in throughout the week. But, the house was far too quiet for Bonnie’s liking.

Her phone buzzed on a loop on a nightstand and Bonnie assumed it would be Klaus on the receiving end. Instead, it was various happy birthday messages from Elena, Caroline, Damon and the rest of their friends back home. The messages were sweetened with photos attached of their shared time together and of course Caroline asked again when she would leave Nova Scotia. Which wasn’t anytime close to being soon. Mystic falls was her home, and yet all she felt was immersed grief whenever she thought too long and hard about the place. Everything she’s ever loved has died in Mystic Falls.

Birthdays in the past weren't memorable days for Bonnie, just another occurrence every year. Another beacon of survival and proof she was alive. But since being with Klaus her perspective on birthdays had changed. A year ago they were having dinner on the beach in Cancun after spending a day touring every place they could find.

“Alright, Klaus come on out now,” Bonnie yelled, standing up and out of the bed. “Hazel needs to feed!”

Bonnie’s phone pings again. She grinned seeing Klaus name finally glad this charade is over.

“Happy Birthday, little witch,” Klaus chuckled, low. “If you could play along with the scavenger hunt and follow the schedule that would be appreciated. Hazel has had her morning feedings,”

“Nik, you don’t have to do all of this,” Bonnie argued, looking around their bedroom for clues anyway. “I’m fine with just a quiet morning with you guys,”

“Wrong answer, witchling,” Klaus replied, with a chuckle. “Defying my plans and not listening as usual. Stick to the cards, witch,” Hazel cooed loud enough for Bonnie to hear. “That’s your mother alright. So we shall see you soon then?”

“I suppose you will,” Bonnie said, hanging up and sitting the phone on the dresser. Bonnie tapped her feet, wondering where Klaus would’ve hidden his first clue. Their belongings were intertwined indefinitely.

Bonnie turned and got back on the bed. She ran her hand under Klaus pillow until she a notecard and a necklace touch her fingertips.

You haven’t decided on a tattoo yet for our daughter, but here is the next best thing. Her name being above your heart.

Bonnie with no hesitation placed the golden-necklace on her neck. Hazel’s name was spelt out in glimmering diamonds.

“Alright Nik, what’s next?” Bonnie questioned, flipping the notecard over. “The bathroom?”

Bonnie moved swiftly on her feet. The tub was filled with bubbles, rose-petals and a bottle of wine. Klaus left a note on the counter this time.

Don’t worry, you can sip all you want Hazel has enough milk stored in our freezer.

Bonnie disagreed with that. But stripped and eased down in the warm clawfoot tab. As she used her lavender soap against her skin enjoying the ambiance of her Klaus-designed rest day. The painting on the bathroom floor in the corner caught her eye.

Klaus painted the Bennetts, dressed in various ball gowns all along the steps of their restored estate. Bonnie noticed for her specifically she sat upon a throne on the steps, dressed in gold crowned as their ruler. Hazel was snuggled close in her arms in a pretty pink gown wearing the blue medallion they spent a month trying to find in Edinburgh.

Bonnie, with joyous tears in her eyes, rushed out of the tub, then changed into the two-piece pajama set, donning one of Klaus’s thick robes. She lifted the painting from the floor, checked the nursery, which was empty, and settled downstairs. The kitchen was completely disheveled; flour was covering the counters and floor. Chocolate chips were scattered amongst the counter. There was an odor of burnt cake in the air. Klaus was shirtless, but his hands were stained with his failed baking attempts, and the baking pans were stacked in the sink. Hazel was busy kicking away in her baby swing, at her father’s frustration. Klaus did purchase a tropical edible arrangement Bonnie couldn’t wait to sink her teeth into.

“Your bath was supposed to last longer!” Klaus snapped, turning the water on to clean his hands. “This is harder than it looks,”

Bonnie broke into a fit of laughter, loudly, a thousand years on earth and Klaus couldn’t bake a homemade cake. “I wanted to say thank you for the necklace and tell you the painting was beautiful but I see you are having a fight and losing,”

“Nothing about this is funny!” Klaus yelled, raising his voice. When Hazel wailed at the exchange, Klaus facepalmed and cursed out loudly. “Sorry, my love, I mean no harm,”

“Oh, but it is funny,” Bonnie giggled, she carried the painting, placing it upright on their couch. “The man who can maim a body, destroy families, place fear into millions of innocent souls across the nation cannot bake a cake correctly? Funny!”

Bonnie lifted Hazel from her baby swing, missing the closeness of her child. “Let’s help your papa fix this…” Bonnie peaked over into the trash can at the charcoal cake. “Sticky situation shall we?”

“No! Do not help me,” Klaus said, pulling at Bonnie’s hand. “It is your birthday let me spend my time catering to you,”

Bonnie pressed a passionate kiss to his lips. “Thank you, but seeing you have a meltdown over baking unsuccessfully is my favorite gift of them all, right sweetheart?”

Bonnie giggled again, watching Klaus pout as he began cleaning up his mess. Hazel cooed, and shook her tiny pudgy hands and like magic her pink rattle appeared to her hand to shake. The three-month old dropped her pacifier, and gummed her rattle.

“NIK?!” Bonnie yelled, voice cracking with enthusiasm. “DID YOU SEE THAT? DID YOU? Oh, my sweet girl!” Bonnie lifted Hazel higher, kissing her cheeks. “My baby’s first magic burst on my birthday!”

“Summoning things to throw at her father, now is she?” Klaus joked, pulling Bonnie and Hazel closer to him. Through Hazel and Bonnie, Klaus had a chance to do things the right way, understand Hope and Hayley in ways he previously discarded. “Proud of you, little love. A beautiful gift she is.”

“Today can’t get any better than this,” Bonnie said, gleefully, kissing Klaus again and snuggling Hazel closer.

“Your cake is still burnt, my love,” Klaus joked, painfully trying to mask his embarrassment. “Are you happy?”

And if loving you had a price…I would pay my life for you..

A little edit I made months ago now! Take it as an apology for the lack of updates and see it as a special teaser for Make It Last Forever. Which can be found on ao3 ffn and wattpad

AN: Bonnie deserved more familiar dynamics, especially in season 2 with the Martins around the elder vampires around etc. minor plot changes :)

Incase the alt-text was hard to read

Transcripts here:

Description: Feeling lonely after Grams' death, Bonnie yearns for the connection of an other Bennett witch. So she summons two of her ancestors.

Starring: Bonnie Bennett, Emily Bennett Beatrice Bennett.

Genres: Drama, Supernatural, Romance

This Program Is: Magical, Heart-Warming and Inspirational

Episode One: Resurrection: Emily and Beatrice come back to life to help prepare Bonnie on defeating Klaus.

Episode Two: Family Ties: Beatrice decides to attend Mystic Falls High along with Bonnie to blend in as a normal student. Emily plots her revenge. [Emily: Do not worry about me, little one. I have my own grievances to settle with Damon Salvatore and Katherine Pierce.]

Episode Three: The Bargain: Katherine strikes up a deal with the Martin witches in exchange for her safety from Klaus and Emily. [Beatrice: Em, I don't trust the Martin Witches. Something is coming. It has to do with Bonnie. I can feel it.]

Episode Four: Witch Business: Bonnie is more determined and stronger than ever to defeat Klaus, finds herself in a tough position. [Bonnie: After Grams' died, I felt so alone and unseen until I had you two. Thank you, Em and Bea for being my family. Looking out for me.]

Episode Five: Concealed Devotion: With Greta out of the way, and his hybrid curse being broken soon. Klaus needed a new witch. Bonnie desired her friends and family's lives safe. Together, an unlikely romance blooms. Which the young witch feels guilty for as her family searches for them.

klonnie au|inspired by the haunted mansion: For over a thousand years Klaus has loved and mourned his former wife, Bonnie. He has searched and discarded many companionships, but no one has been able to love and understand him like Bonnie did. Klaus has forcibly adapted to life without her, but on his journey to break his curse, he sees Bonnie following around a certain doppelgänger. He knows in his heart that Bonnie has returned to him and he's going to need his siblings' help getting her back.

An excerpt from this fic:

Bonnie set her skepticism aside as she sat her duffle bed on the large vintage ottoman of the Mikaelsons spare bedroom. Rebekah planned her birthday sleepover for her fellow cheerleaders weeks ago. This “holiday” was extra special to Bonnie’s physics partner, as her older brothers would be turning home from their business trip. While Rebekah has only been at Mystic Falls High for four weeks, Bonnie oddly trusted her like a sister.

The little witch was the first to arrive at the Mikaelson mansion. With whispers of magic in the house Bonnie couldn’t help but investigate. As a newbie witch, she wanted to find any source of new information possible. Her bedroom for the night was vintage styled and decorated with vibrant flowers in every corner. The smell of citrus hit her nose and she couldn’t be more pleased.

Bonnie did a twirl in the mirror admiring Rebekah’s choice in silk nightgowns and headbands. The witch saved herself some preparation time by pinning up her curled hair. Her peer did inform her since she was there first, she got to choose the red gown specifically. When was the last time her life was centered around an enjoyable night and not the struggles of being supernatural?

“You look beautiful,” Rebekah grinned, and stepped into the bedroom. “I could not imagine my birthday without you. You have been the kindest friend.”

Bonnie quickly accepted the hug. She felt a sense of magic within Rebekah but trusted she’d tell the truth on her own terms. Whether that be as a witch, werewolf or vampire. This girl was kind and it wouldn’t be fair though her friends suggested otherwise to call her out. Besides, Bonnie hadn’t even met the rest of the family. The cheer squad’s first night at the Mikaelsons wasn’t going to be filled with drama, not on Rebekah’s day.

“Wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world,” Bonnie replied, giving Rebekah an extra squeeze. “I can help you set up.”

Rebekah laughed at that. “Nonsense, darling, I can handle everything. Take a tour of my home.”

“Are you sure?” Bonnie asked, with her eyes wide. “What if I helped set the tables, arrange blankets or even do the food?”

“Yes, do not worry in my home you are not a guest here,” Rebekah said, sternly with a sigh beginning to turn away. The teen wasn’t even finished applying her makeup-and was still dressed in her bright robe. The rolls were just beginning to slip in her blonde hair. “Just shout if you need me!”

Bonnie checked her phone Caroline and Elena would be running late for different reasons. The others on the squad were on their way or running behind leaving Bonnie to explore on her own.

The Mikaelson manor sent shivers down Bonnie's spine. The place felt like a magical hotspot, giving her goosebumps all over. While she admired the clever vintage-themed designs of the family, she found their home to be dangerously confusing to navigate.

Bonnie decided to go to the nearest room with a light seeping through under the door. She gasped, as she accidentally stepped into a private art space.

The woman in the painting reminded Bonnie of herself before she entered the supernatural world: happy, carefree and filled with gratitude. Magic gave this woman joy. She existed across different eras, and Bonnie couldn't help but notice the time periods, which ranged from 1002 to the 2010s. The artist signed himself as Nik M with sentiments on eternal love. The woman through the art had lived through each era, embodying the luxurious fashion trends of Black women.

Bonnie wouldn’t go so far as to call this woman her doppelgänger, but the similarities were striking. They both had green eyes, golden skin, thick dark hair and other common traits like freckles in the Bennett’s. The young witch tried not to dwell on it, but for a moment, she entertained the unsettling thought of being a doppelgänger and shivered at the idea.

The painting that captivated Bonnie the most was of a woman with curly hair obscuring her face, holding her head high as if magic were being used to promote relaxation. Surrounded by a lush garden, she appeared more content than anything else in the world. In fact, in none of these paintings the woman was never down; she was at peace. As Bonnie reached out to touch the painting, she quickly withdrew her hand when the door opened.

“Not everyday I find a beautiful woman in my study,”

This man was unlike any she had ever seen. His dimpled grin and the curls resting on his shoulders caught Bonnie off guard. He had an enticing scent of expensive cologne that hinted at his attention to appearance. Although his shirt and pants were a simple dark henley with jeans, she couldn't help but notice his preference for a chain featuring a butterfly around his neck. Yes, she noticed an English accent similar to Rebekah’s.

“You can call me Nik, what is your name?” Nik asked, holding his hand out for Bonnie. “I am one of Rebekah’s eldest brothers.”

“Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett,” Bonnie said, returning the shake.

Their enclosed hand jolted upon touch and Bonnie quickly pulled away hoping Klaus didn’t notice.

“I thought Rebekah said you wouldn’t be home until later?”

“It is my sister’s birthday, what type of brother would I be without a surprise?”

“Dramatic entrance, for a smart brother.”

“I strive for the element of surprise, my love.” Nik smiled at the compliment.

Never being alone with a grown man before Bonnie’s mouth went dry and she got flustered. She was met at an uncomfortable crossroad. Be herself or do what her friends would do? She chose herself first.

“I can leave,” Bonnie suggested, not knowing how to flirt properly. “I know art can be really personal. I wouldn’t want to disrespect your space.”

“As an artist, explaining my motives is just as important. Would you desire a tour?” Nik questioned, holding his hand out for Bonnie. “There are hundreds perhaps more here. All of my wife.”

Bonnie reluctantly accepted the warm invitation. Their hands jolted and she felt a fiery passion burn the closer she was to Klaus.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened?” Bonnie asked, as judging the photos of the woman framed on his antique desk.

“She was murdered, and before that, we promised eternal love. We wanted our story to be heard for centuries. I use my art to cope with her loss.” Nik sighed, as he traced a photo of the woman in seventies inspired clothing. “Love will never die, it was rather the purest forms of eternal affection.”

“I’m sorry you lost her. The way you remember her is really beautiful, Nik.” Bonnie compliments, and secretly swoons over him. “Did you ever receive justice for her murder?”

Klaus mockingly grinned at that question. “That person will never be heard from again. Tell me, Bonnie, do you ever think it is possible for souls to be connected?”

“Sounds like something out of a movie.” Bonnie said, brushing off the question. Not wanting to reveal her witch status.

“I think some people are aligned by fate. What goes around will return if it is meant to be.” Klaus pauses, and gazes into Bonnie really studying her beauty.

Klaus's throat went dry as he realized that Bonnie was exactly who Rebekah had described: his small, courageous, and daringly beautiful witch who loved him unashamedly. The red silk gown sparked the most enticing thoughts in his mind, and her skin still bore the sweet scent of honeysuckle that he remembered. However, instead of rushing to confess things that might send Bonnie running for the hills, he chose a softer approach.

“You're distracting, my love, would you like to see other pieces of art? The gardens perhaps?”

Bonnie blushed in response. There was something mystical and comforting about the mystical English artist. She’d rather hear stories about a man who loved his wife so much he kept her immortal in time.

“First, I want to know all about the artist and his work dedicated to making his wife immortal,” Bonnie said, looking into Klaus eyes. She might not tell everyone but she too enjoyed a romantic story from time to time!

For a fleeting moment that almost made the witch step-away she believed she saw Amber colored eyes but blue settled back in.

“Who would I be to disagree with a ravishing woman?” Klaus asked, pulling Bonnie closer to him. He wanted to moan at how sweet she smelled.

Bonnie giggled, and rolled her eyes. “Then I want that tour of the gardens and the pool area please? Rebekah is still getting ready.”

“As you wish,” Klaus obliged, and he noticed how Bonnie loved eye contact and physical touch as he explained his motives though she already understood him.

Klaus didn’t need to taste her blood or have a witch perform a spell to understand his wife had returned back to him. Once the time is right, Bonnie too will believe in their love again. His mother and father sought to keep them separated and Klaus will go to the ends of the earth to ensure Bonnie never leaves his life again.

“Mother, you’ve been watching over them for centuries. Please, let this go!” Yara snapped, watching her mother perform their shared craft. “The Mikaelsons aren’t one of us anymore.”

Ayana refused to listen as prepped her magic. She couldn’t see them as monsters; she viewed them as a product of a plague she warned Esther about many years ago. When Esther was dying, promised that their bloodlines would be united again. This feuding wasn’t supposed to happen. They were family once.

“Bonnie, will never forgive you for this,” Yara declared, her voice laced with disdain.

“You do not know what the future holds, child,” Ayana said, shrugging her shoulders. Her spell was done and the two most powerful of both bloodlines would soon awake to their newer circumstances.

***

Klaus felt a lack of warmth from his werewolf internally, yet he experienced a fiery electric charge pulsing through his veins. The room had a peculiar scent of jasmine from the incense, along with the citrus aroma of candles that had been lit. Unless Rebekah was making another visit, everything was out of place. As he opened his eyes, he noticed an evergreen ceiling, organized books and magazines, floral scented perfumes neatly arranged on a wooden dresser, and everything around him felt foreign.

Klaus sat up and patted himself down, and there—he felt the softness of breasts that compelled Klaus to kick those pink sheets off his body. He quickly stepped to the full-length mirror, feeling both horror and intrigue. What angered witch did he sleep with this time?

He wore the body of Bonnie Bennett. Who he quickly presumed had his body. Klaus turned in the mirror admiring the witch’s curves in her shorts and tank-top. That only lasted a second before the loud-banging proceeded from downstairs. Klaus eased down the stairs towards the front door. He intentionally overlooked his own physique at the door to observe Bonnie’s personal belongings: photos with her dad, her grandmother, the cheerleading, swimming and competitive track and field trophies.

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!” Bonnie yelled, pounding on the front door. Bonnie had Klaus’ hands balled into tight fists. If she got any angrier she’d be stuck with his fangs, dark veins and those intense amber eyes. All signs of his inner beast. His true ally in life.

“I have neighbors,” Klaus exclaimed as he dramatically placed her hand over her chest. “Do you mind keeping your voice down?”

“Invite me in, now,” Bonnie gritted, squinting those blue eyes. She sighed in relief when the barrier was broken. “I don’t sleep that heavy! Why didn’t you wake up?”

“This is the first time I have not had supernatural hearing in a millennium,” Klaus said, lifting a curl on Bonnie’s hair showing off her ears. “You have all my greatest assets.”

“Greatest assets?” Bonnie mocked in disbelief. She remembers the facial she did from the night before, studying and resting. Waking up in the Mikaelson home and rushing to leave was a hassle with these new powers. “I woke up in a man’s body, a new race, species and you had an erection!” she snarled, showing fangs.

“All you had to do was relieve me,” Klaus jokes, cradling his own face. Bonnie still swatted him away. “We are not going to change this by bickering.”

Bonnie sighs, and runs a hand through Klaus’ soft curls. “Can you get my grimoire? It’s under my dresser. Spelled so no one can touch it.”

Bonnie plopped down on her couch waiting for Klaus to return. Klaus wasn’t gone long enough to gather possible theories about this strange situation.

“Who knew little Bonnie Bennett owned lacy red panties?” Klaus teased, holding up the panties next to the grimoire.

“Stay out of my dresser, Klaus.” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus sat down on the couch with Bonnie throwing her panties at her before laying the grimoire out.

“We are in this together,little-not-so-witch.” Klaus said, opening the pages beginning to look for a spell about split souls.

“I will teach you how to be me,” Bonnie offers, leaning closer to Klaus. “If you teach me to be you.”

“We can start your hybrid lessons after we find some answers,” Klaus said, wrapping Bonnie’s arm around his body.

“No one can know about this, Klaus.” Bonnie demanded, tapping her fingers on the coffee table.

“Fine by me,” Klaus replied, turning the pages of the grimoire back and forth. “I can’t be killed, but I can be captured.”

“We are in this together,” Bonnie promised, “I want my body back just as it was.”

“You will get nothing less than that,” Klaus said, looking into Bonnie’s, no his eyes. “Cross me and I will ruin you.”

“Threats won’t work on me, Hybrid.”

make it last forever made me see the klonnie vision fr. thanks for sharing the fic.

KlonnieWeek: Arranged Marriage

AN: If you’ve seen the movies Beastly or Penelope I’d think you’d love this piece. From a future fic!

Klonnie AU: Klaus curse is freed in the 90s but at a cost. Eighteen years later on Bonnie’s birthday. The Mikaelsons come to collect their brother’s bride.

“I still can’t believe you, Abigail!” Sheila scolded, not being able to bear the sight of her child as they walked up the mansion steps. “Bonnie, baby, we will fix this. Okay?” Sheila says, rubbing circles on Bonnie’s back.

“Mother,” Abby begged, wiping tears from her eyes. “When I went to defeat Mikael to protect Elena my body was so weak… I just needed something to take the edge off.”

“Every substance abuser says that,” Sheila rolled her eyes, face-palming. “Practicing other than your own is addictive! I knew, you were too obsessed with your herbal garden in your teens.”

Bonnie was tired of the excuses her mother made. No matter how Abby tried to soften her words, the story always sounded the same. Her mother wanted to help Miranda, and save Elena but doing so meant battling her own urges. Sure, Mikael had been defeated, but her mother couldn't resist getting involved in darker magic and making deals with the devil while under the influence. Elijah and his ancient herbs must've sounded like heaven to her addict mother in the nineties.

The Mikaelsons' family home was enormous, featuring freshly cut shrubs, pristine gardens, and a large fountain at the center of it all. Bonnie was convinced that their driveway wrapped around the entire house. The garage was equally massive. While the place exuded prestige, she could feel the magic pulsating within the grounds.

When the door opened, it revealed a cunning yet glamorous blonde vampire. She was poised, but her eyes had the coldness of a killer. Her smile appeared safe, yet it held a deadly undertone, reminding Bonnie of the parts of herself she kept hidden from others.

“Pleasure to meet Ayana’s descendants,” the young-vampire greeted, shaking hands. “And you may call me Bex. We will be in-laws.” Rebekah grinned, full of excitement.

Grams and Abby were not on good terms regarding the formalities. Although they politely greeted Rebekah, they quickly shifted to business matters. Bonnie attempted to silently wave at the vampire, but Grams firmly pushed her hand down. From Bonnie’s perspective, she might as well get used to her situation since a blood oath wasn’t something that could be easily broken.

“How can this blood-oath be broken?” Sheila asked, folding her arms. “My granddaughter cannot marry your brother.”

“I do formally apologize, Ms. Bennett,” another vampire emerges from downstairs. Tall, muscular, clean- grey suit and expensive cologne too match. “You’re daughter, I see now free of her habits promised her child’s hand. It is not my fault she signed an oath under the influence.“

“I made a mistake!” Abby snapped, pursing her lips together. “I would like to offer myself to the hybrid.”

Bonnie gasped, turning her head so fast her honey-blonde hair smacked Grams in the face.

“Why would we offer you to our brother?” Rebekah questioned, circling the elder witch. “You think we have not tried countless witches before your daughter?” Rebekah laughed at Abby’s foolishness before turning sternly. “You did remain loyal to your child, you will treat our brother worse.”

Bonnie gently steps aside as a heated discussion between her family and the Mikaels emerges. All defined by loyalty and the burdens of a blood oath unfolds around her. She feels a pull in her heart, drawn towards the unknown man peacefully painting in the garden, where she hopes to find a moment of solace and understanding. There he was, her future husband.

“You’re not even going to greet me?” Bonnie questioned, shoving her hands into her pockets. “This marriage sucks already! Am I right?” she jokes, shrugging her shoulders.

The unnamed hybrid stepped away from the canvas, a poignant figure in disarray. His grey sleeves were rolled up, and splashes of orange, yellow, and red paint adorned his shirt, telling a story of struggle and passion. In that moment, Bonnie felt a deep understanding of why his family had forged a blood oath to help him. He was caught in a challenging transition, marked by his appearance—lycanthrope fur softly covered his arms and ears, and his nails were sharp and fierce, hinted at his inner turmoil. His blonde curly hair rested against his shoulders, and Bonnie noticed how fascinating his amber eyes were. Nothing like his brother and sister.

Needless to say Bonnie was intrigued. He was rather unique.

“My name is Klaus but I presume you were informed that you could heal me?” the hybrid asked, stepping toward the witch with an air of detachment. He couldn't help but grin at the sweet scent that lingered around her, from her hair to her skin. Being caught in mid-transition heightened his senses. ”Did my relatives mention the others? You are far too young for this.”

“Telling me stories about the women from your past won’t help our situation,” Bonnie says confidently, smacking her lips. “Do you think I wanted to be married off at eighteen? No! I barely got to celebrate my birthday, and this is impacting my college plans and my future! How dare you act so rudely right now!”

Klaus grinned at the young witch’s outburst. Her magic encircled them, and if she wasn’t in control, he was sure she would be choking him while laughing at his suffering. Nonetheless, the others were too terrified to look the beast in the eye. Bonnie stood up to him as if he were just anyone else in the world. She had fire and passion, and perhaps she was the key to ridding him of the wretched form he had been cursed with.

Bonnie was frustrated with her circumstances. She groaned at the thought of a marriage to a man who didn’t want her. Instead of engaging further, she decided to leave Klaus alone with his painting and whatever else he chose to do. However, Klaus quickly moved to stop her before she could get too far. He was grateful for his vampiric speed, which never failed him.

“I should not have spoken to you that way, Bonnie.” Klaus says, easing his hand against her face. He tucks a honey-blonde strand behind her ears. Shocked that Bonnie didn’t swat him away. The other women never allowed his hands to come near them. “If the curse is broken, we can divorce. You can live your life as you choose.”

“Really?” Bonnie questioned, with wide eyes. “You mean that?”

“Of course, we both get what we desire that way.” Klaus nods, admiring how Bonnie grinned for the first time since stepping foot in their home. “Would you like a blood-oath to honor this?”

Bonnie snorted, disagreeing immediately. “I never want to hear the words 'blood oath' again,“ she laughed a little too loudly and covered her mouth. “Can I sit out here with you? I don’t want to hear—“

Klaus patted the empty stool where his canvas was allowing Bonnie to stay. She was the first who wanted to stay near him.

“If it makes you feel better,” Klaus says, picking up his paint brush again. “I a product of my mother’s deception,”

“Klaus, how will that make me feel any better?”

“Oh, love, the story gets worst,”

“Alright, hybrid,” Bonnie says, folding her legs on to her lap. “Tell me about you then.”

“Only if you do the same, witch.” Klaus pauses, turning to gaze at Bonnie again. Her beauty was so ethereal, her bronze skin made her bright hair pop, her emerald eyes were marvelous, her grin and laughter was pure

Through Bonnie’s determinate and courageous act. She unknowingly gave him inspiration for his next painting as she told her story.