there is a darkness (6/?)
there is a darkness
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie/Klaus, Tyler, Stefan, Damon, one sided Bonnie/Jeremy, Caroline/Matt, Elena/Stefan, Damon, Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spoilers for the finale, blood, some gore, sexual situations
Summary: It's a power thing, Bonnie realizes. And that changes everything.
Grams’ house is being paid for by her father. It’s closer to the woods, closer to nature and that’s why she requested she stay there. Her father reluctantly allowed it and she wonders where the resistance from before was. Maybe he’s seeing that his little girl isn’t so little anymore. Or maybe he respects her need to be where she wants.
She loves the house. Its creaks and hollow whispers, the strange feeling of company, even when physically alone. She suspects Grams dwells inside the house the most. Or maybe she’s just with her all the time-Bonnie isn’t sure. But Stefan once said something about how comfortable the place was once. “Like there’s a friend with me.” He stopped himself after that, frowning and pursing his lips. Bonnie had smiled at his small confession.
--
“I love you,” she’ll whisper sometimes, when no one else is in the house.
Because she’s sure Grams already knows Bonnie misses her, saying I love you has more value to her.
--
She’s going to take a walk in the woods one morning and she looks up to see a car in her driveway. Turning, she spies Matt on the porch couch and she tilts her head to the side. He looks up, almost looking at a loss.
“Hey, Bonnie.”
“Matt…” she murmurs, hugging herself. “Knocking isn’t your thing anymore?”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks ahead of him, his brow creasing. “I’m sorry. I just…didn’t know where to go.”
Caroline. It must have something to do with Caroline. But she hasn’t received any texts about a fight or a possible break up, no late night phone call. If something was wrong, Caroline would have alerted Bonnie the moment it happened. Why is Matt here? Bonnie scans his face and frowns.
“Matt, what’s going on?”
“I…I don’t really know…” Matt sets his jaw and he stands, staring at her directly in the eye. “Bonnie…can we go somewhere?”
“What?” she laughs out, stepping closer. “Where?”
He throws his hands up, glancing around them. “Anywhere. We could go on some mini adventure-you know, like how Elena and Damon get to do all the time. We could do that.”
Bonnie purses her lips and studies him carefully. “I have school tomorrow and I know you do too… How’s a walk in the woods sound?
Something passes over his features. It’s not disappointment. It’s like…contentment. Like the idea of going out and walking on dead twigs is wonderful. A bright smile suddenly spreads onto his face and she can’t help but giggle.
“That sounds great, Bonnie.”
They walk of the porch together and down the sidewalk until they go off the path to a small trail. Spring is almost over and everything is so green. She breathes in as they enter the barrier, surrounded by the tall trees. There are traces of magic along the tree line and Bonnie has no doubt her ancestors had something to do with that. And the thought makes her a little proud-she’s part of something so powerful and she can share it.
Bonnie realizes Matt is no longer walking beside her and she turns around to see he has stopped. She stares at him with question. His eyes flicker over the tree tops, to the reaching branches, the end of the trunks, to Bonnie’s face. He offers a small smile. It’s then Bonnie narrows her eyes and wonders if he may have a similar feeling-that…admiration for the Earth.
He moves to her side again and offers his arm. She grins at him and loops hers through his as they walk together. It’s comfortable. She remembers when they were smaller, growing together. She remembers he was the first boy she held hands with, looking up to see his flushed cheeks. She remembers hiding the woods and only he was able to find her. She remembers-a lot, actually. He was her distant companion, even now.
He tells her he found some of Tyler’s things amongst Caroline’s today. Clothes, mostly. Caroline is sentimental-she always keeps something of the past with her, whether it’s tangible or not. Bonnie worries that may cause troubles up the road. Caroline has a long life ahead of her and she cannot keep everything.
“She kept a lot of things when you left her too, Matt.”
He looks down at her, genuinely surprised. She nods and smiles. The blond grins back and sighs out, staring at the surroundings again.
“I guess I don’t have to be worried for a while.”
Bonnie frowns at that. Why were any of them worried?
--
“I’m glad I have a friend like you, Bonnie.”
She tilts her head in question. “And why is that?”
His eyes meet hers. “You get it.”
--
For some reason, Klaus allows Tyler to surface longer than usual. She’s buttoning up her single vest when he gently brushes her fingers away. Bonnie glances up to catch his eye but he’s focuses on the buttons, slipping each through the sewn slits. A silence falls upon them and she shifts, uneasy.
When he reaches the top, Tyler’s staring at her hard and she holds her breath. His hands ghost over her collarbone, to her neck and finally cupping her face. His hands have always felt warm, she supposes. Perhaps that’s the werewolf in him. The heat almost sears her skin and she sucks in some air.
“Bonnie…” he whispers hoarsely.
Her eyes instinctively flutter shut. His lips are upon hers the next moment. Just a light kiss and he pulls just centimeters away from her mouth. He moves even closer until their bodies are pressed against each other, nearly crushing her. She breathes out his name and he offers a small growl in return.
“It’s okay,” Tyler murmurs and she snaps her gaze up to him. His lips form a small smile and before she can ask what he’s talking about, he speaks. “I knew you were going to do the spell, remember? We talked about it.”
That never mattered to Bonnie. Didn’t he know her at all? She did the damn spell. It was her doing. Bonnie has to take that bullet. Tyler simply gave permission. That’s it. Right? Yes. Bonnie convinces herself that he’s just talking nonsense. Why is he bringing this up now? Her heartbeat increases and she’s sure he can feel it. His hold loosens just a little, as if giving her air. She opens her mouth to interject but he’s talking again.
“I just didn’t know the consequences.”
“Tyler,” she warns. She never pegged Tyler for the after sex, deep-talking type and she certainly isn’t supporting the idea.
“Why do you blame everything on yourself?”
--
When he kisses her again, Klaus has resurfaced and the kiss turns a little more forceful and she pulls away, glaring at him.
He stares back with an amused smirk. “Did I interrupt a special moment, love?”
“Only small talk.”
--
Two years and three months after the spell that eventually changed Bonnie’s life, she awakens from her sleep by a wave of magic. The feeling washes over her, embracing her like a child until it disperses moments later. It lingers inside the room, dancing from corner to corner. She turns next to her where Stefan is already sitting up, staring at her with question and concern.
“What’s…?”
“The spell,” she grins and looks out her window, “It’s finally kicking in.”
Stefan shakes his head in bewilderment and rubs behind his neck. She doesn’t blame him. Never had she considered allowing anyone to know in fear it wouldn’t work. “Bonnie…what spell…? What are you talking about?”
When she heads to her desk and begins her location spell, Stefan follows her. “The spell was meant for two parts-to inhabit a body while the other body regenerated itself. Then the spirit could return.”
“Wait…Klaus will-”
“Yes,” Bonnie hisses as she finds Tyler. She offers a smug smile as she turns to Stefan. He’s completely shocked. And she gets it. She understands why. This means Klaus is no longer part of Tyler but it also means he’s free. And Stefan fears that the most. Bonnie considers kissing his forehead, just to assure him it’ll be fine but there’s Tyler and she thinks better of it. “We must go.”
--
Tyler’s disoriented when they find him. He’s leaning against the back of a rundown gas station building. His hands run through his hair and he’s shaking. His skin gleams with sweat under the half moon. In the dark, he would look like a drunk teen by any stranger.
When she approaches him, her hands fall upon his shoulders and he instantly jumps. Bonnie shushes him quietly, it’s okay, it’s me. Despite having a cotton shirt on, she feels heat radiating from his skin. Tyler squints his eyes and he appears so confused.
“Bonnie…what’s going on? I don’t-Klaus isn’t in my head,” his voice trembles as he closes his eyes. Her hand reaches behind his neck, bringing him near and he buries his face into her chest.
“He’s gone, Tyler. It’s your body now,” she whispers, grasping with her magic, feeling for any remnants of Klaus inside him. None. At least, not his spirit. But he’s extremely weak and that bothers her. She hadn’t known that would be a side effect and she hopes nothing else has gone wrong.
“No…” he pulls away feebly and catches Stefan staring, still holding onto Bonnie. “We’ll die…we’re going to die. If he’s dead, then…”
“Klaus isn’t dead, Tyler.”
Tyler looks between them. Bonnie offers a serious gaze and Stefan nods. With both their confirmation, Tyler closes his eyes and sighs, leaning into Bonnie and she catches him. It’s a lot to process and she’s sure he’s not taking it all in right now.
“I’m so tired,” Tyler confesses quietly into her shoulder.
“I know,” Bonnie hands him off to Stefan, who wraps an arm around his waist to support the hybrid. “You need to go to my house and rest. I’ll be there soon, okay?” She looks pointedly at Stefan, who narrows his eyes when she stays rooted in her spot. “I’m going to find Klaus.”
Stefan hesitates noticeably but nods, despite his obvious opposition to her going alone. His obedience contributes to his great trust in her. Bonnie will be fine and she gives him a reassuring look. But he averts his eyes and she spies some doubt-it’s about Klaus and he’ll always have that problem.
Though, Tyler doesn’t seem so sure. “Bonnie…”
“Rest, Tyler.”
--
“All right, Bonnie.”
--
Klaus actually finds her.
All she has to do was call his name. He appears in front of her in about two minutes, dust and dead leaves fly in the air in his wake. His skin looks healthier than before and when he rolls his shoulders back in experimentation, he smirks. She looks at him expectantly.
“So this is what you had up your sleeve,” he straightens his shirt and dusts of his pant leg. His clothes were most definitely stolen just seconds ago. “An Original to bring back and have him bend at your will.”
Bonnie hums and smiles. “Did you really think I was going back to being the girl who gave second chances?”
“Well, that girl wanted me dead, so I wouldn’t know.”
“At least this way,” Bonnie steps closer and brushes the back of her hand over his cheek, mockingly, “I don’t have to get angry with anyone.”
Klaus waits for her to retract her hand before speaking. Something glints in his eyes-something akin to wonder but she’s not sure. “What is your plan? World domination? I can tell you right now, you will be very angry, love. With the world itself, to be completely frank with you.”
“No,” she answers, “It’s just us. You, Tyler, Stefan and me. And anyone else who wants to join. We have our own agendas and we get rid of problems our way.”
A smirk forms on his face once more. “It doesn’t sound so bad, love.”
“Let’s go back. Stefan is waiting.”
--
“Yes, Bonnie.”
--
They stroll. Bonnie feels Klaus almost unravel on their walk. He hums a song from years before her. His voice sounds refreshing, almost. It holds weariness but something new and Bonnie wonders if she may have a big part in that.
Their footsteps are in sync and he matches her pace. There’s a slight lightheartedness to the air around them. Or maybe they’ve simply reached a level they’re compatible with. When she glances up at him, he’s already looking at her and she smirks.
When they reach her porch, Stefan and Tyler are there. Stefan’s eyes don’t leave Klaus’ form. She pushes through the door and allows him inside with an unconscious Tyler in his arms. Stefan offers a warning look but she returns it with another.
Turning back, Bonnie notices Klaus has stopped at her porch steps. Bonnie lets the door close and she faces Klaus. His eyes don’t leave hers when he speaks.
“May I come in?” he inquires, for the last time, as a breeze picks up and the air gets colder than before.
Bonnie outstretches her hand and beckons him to her. When he nears, footsteps upon the wooden floor sound, he takes her hand.
“Yes, Klaus,” she tells him, “you may.”
--
Bonnie allows Klaus to see his family. They can interact with each other as much as he’d like but he still comes back at night. She knows Rebekah will like that, despite Bonnie’s control over him. Stefan mentions he will try anything to get out of the situation-he still wants an army, power. Bonnie believes him and doesn’t leave room for much else but his family.
Stefan and Bonnie tend to Tyler, who suffers from over exerting his body. Klaus apparently pushed his body to the limits and Tyler, now alone and inexperienced with handling it, is weary and passes out throughout the day. Klaus says it’ll wear off in a few weeks. Bonnie performs spells to keep the pain at bay anyway. He stays in the room Stefan used to be in. He talks a lot and Bonnie knows it’s some self defense mechanism. In the nights, he calls for her and he grips her hand until he falls asleep again.
It’s Bonnie and Stefan who go out together now. They take care of everything together. Klaus will join if he’s needed or if he asks when they don’t need him for looking after Tyler. Stefan sleeps in her bed every night now. They discuss what’s going on with their friends or about spells. He’s supportive in most of everything she does. Bonnie appreciates him being that constant in her life.
--
She gets an invitation in the mail to a formal ball thrown by the Mikaelsons. Bonnie narrows her eyes at the golden lettering and pretty font addressed to her.
“You should be flattered,” Klaus’ voice sounds from behind her and she manages to suppress the urge to jump. His breath tickles her neck as he whispers, “You are the guest of honor.”
Bonnie whips around and stares up at him slyly. Their bodies are far closer than she thought and she’s sure he can hear her heart speed. His eyes study her face. Stone features and all, Bonnie cannot read his expression. It’s neutral.
Bonnie wonders what really goes through his mind. What must encourage his desperate attempts for power? What is this motivation? She wonders because she wants it. Bonnie craves that drive to pursue power as much as he does. Though, Bonnie must agree it doesn’t get him very far. Speed bumps must be something he is used to.
“Then consider me flattered,” Bonnie answers in a sing-song tone, moving away.
Yet he catches her arm in his hand effortlessly and she pauses. There’s a moment when they don’t move at all. And then he shuffles closer and her breathing becomes shallow. His nestles his face into her hair, mouth near her ear and she can hear his shuddered breath. She fidgets and thinks of being caught in this state by Tyler-or worse, Stefan. His hand from her arm drops.
When she moves her head ever so slightly, their eyes meet and-have his eyes always been this striking? His stare turns to her lips and she smirks, bringing a hand to the side of his face, fingers skimming his skin there. He leans forward to capture her lips and-
Bonnie chuckles as she turns away and heads to her room. She dare not look back, though she’s sure he must be pissed.
--
When Tyler regains his strength, he doesn’t leave. He doesn’t even ask about Caroline, though Bonnie knows he still looks after her, stealing out in the middle of the night. She’s moving on with Matt and Tyler respects it. Caroline and Matt have a history but that doesn’t change what she had with Tyler. Though Bonnie would let him go, Tyler stays.
“I feel like this is home right now,” he says quietly to her and looks out the living room window. She wants to touch him, to assure him it’ll be better with her no matter what but she has a feeling he already knows.
--
Klaus doesn’t seem to mind the bond completely. It’s as if he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Though he’s probably surprised it was little ol’ Bonnie who did it. His boundaries put him on edge and he often gets annoyed with the others, however. He’ll snap at Bonnie, though it’s ignored. He can hardly hunt and the blood bags are like an insult to him. Stefan seems amused by his irritation and doesn’t try covering it up.
He still kisses her lips, not caring who sees. His hand will cover the back of her neck, bringing her lips to his. It’s another one of those control things. She’s not entirely sure if it’s to establish a sense of dominance over her or the other two. If Stefan is present, he flickers his eyes to the Salvatore with an air of arrogance. Stefan’s eyes will narrow and he usually leaves the space they are in. And Tyler has almost no reaction besides averting his gaze. He’s used to it, due to the bond from before. Klaus takes pleasure kissing Bonnie and tells them so. It’s something leftover from the spell, he justifies. Bonnie doesn’t care either way. She’s in charge and that’s what matters to her.
They have to make room for him. For the first few days, he had been sleeping on the couch. The basement is made into his own personal den, something he greatly appreciates. If he’s not hunting or spending time with his siblings (or plotting), Klaus lurks in the den alone. Bonnie thinks he’s accustomed to loneness and knows that emotion best.
--
When the day of the Mikaelson Ball comes, Stefan comes through their (their? No, that’s not right…) bedroom door with a rectangular, turquoise colored box. She looks up from her grimoire to give him an uncertain stare. Something is sparkling in his eyes, akin to enthusiasm. He holds it in between them, presenting it to her.
She sits straight on the bed and eyes him with some suspicion. “Should I ask what it is?”
“You don’t have to,” he replies quietly.
Bonnie reaches forward, brushing her fingers over the cold surface, as if she’ll get a reading. With one last look at him, she lefts the lid. Black poka-dotted tissue paper covers a metallic-red colored, silky-like fabric and she sweeps it aside to get a better view. It’s a dress. Bonnie gasps as she stands and holds it in front of her. Silver designs swirl in the front to the sides as the dress flowers out.
Lowering it, Bonnie meets Stefan’s gaze. He’s smiling at her reaction and she finds herself laughing. Quickly, she places the dress carefully back and snatches the box from him, putting it on the bed. Turning back she throws her arms around him and he holds her there.
“What brought this on?” Bonnie asks quietly, “I already had a dress picked out.”
“You told me you didn’t like it,” Stefan murmurs back, “I might have asked Caroline for some help.”
Pulling back, not missing how his hands lingered on her hips, Bonnie smiles. “Then I’ll have to thank her.”
Stefan nods and gestures towards the grimoire. “The ball is just a few hours away. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
Sighing, she shrugs and glances at the book of spells. “I guess you can say I’m being cautious in case something happens tonight.”
Stefan drops his voice very low, so that no one but them may hear, “You mean…if Klaus is planning something.”
Bonnie offers a half smile and nods. “Or Elijah. I’m not sure how anyone convinced him to throw a ball if it wasn’t to simply get his brother back. It’s a big possibility-and I’m still not powerful enough.”
Something passes over his features and she spies a flash of resentment. She frowns at him and he just shakes his head. Perhaps he’s just remembering something. His history with Klaus runs deeper than she’d like to know. But then he moves to grab her shoulder, as if he wants all her attention on him but he withdraws, forcefully stuffing his hands within his pockets. Bonnie eyes him as her brow creases.
“Stefan…?”
“It’s just-” he looks upwards and sighs out, shaking his head again. “You keep saying that.”
She’s starting to feel that tingling feeling again-that numbness. Like she’s been caught doing something wrong but she really has no idea what she has done this time. She doesn’t understand his disappointment when it clearly shows on his face.
“What?”
“That.” He gestures from her, releasing a sarcastic laugh. “That-thing you do when you talk about magic.” He sighs out and runs a hand through his hair as Bonnie throws up her walls again. What thing? What about magic? “Why don’t you think you’re powerful enough?”
“Because I’m not-yet,” Bonnie adds and throws a hand up. “Stop acting like I don’t have self-confidence. I have plenty of it.”
She can see him setting his jaw, as if he wants to say more. Bonnie’s sure he does. But Stefan’s usually good at self-control. She slightly wonders why he does that. The ripper inside him would never hold back. But this Stefan does. And that bothers her a little. He folds his lips and turns away.
“Yeah. Okay, I’m sorry,” he states, obviously ending the conversation. Stefan offers her one last look before leaving the room.
Bonnie purses her lips and glances between the grimoire and the dress. Sighing, she closes the book and places it upon the desk. He’s probably right about one thing: she should get ready for this stupid thing.
--
They go in Stefan’s black Porsch to the ball. He drives with one hand and is gripping the wheel a little too tightly. Bonnie won’t be surprised if it’s dented afterwards. His turns are sharp and quick and she’s reminded of his brother’s driving for a moment. Something about it makes her think of another version of Stefan (ripper) but she can’t really tell.
He hasn’t spoken to her since their last conversation or even cast her a single look. It’s annoying and makes her think how childish he’s being. She won’t feel at fault. The argument insinuated she didn’t have enough confidence within herself. And she does. But there is a little nagging voice that tells her he’s somewhat right. She’ll let those self-degrading words slip from her mouth every so often and Bonnie’s not sure why.
Tyler’s in the back, dressed in a single breasted, black suit. When she glances back, he stares at her uncomfortably, like he knows there’s something wrong but refuses to address it. Whether it’s the uneasy atmosphere between her and Stefan or what could possibly happen tonight, she doesn’t know. But he offers a tight smile anyway.
This will be Tyler’s first appearance. Everyone will see him. Bonnie has a feeling there will be people there of all sorts and she worries that maybe Carol Lockwood may be there. And Caroline-oh Caroline. Stefan and Bonnie had discussed this with Tyler days before. He had instantly agreed. It disturbed her how quickly he was willing to allow the world to know he was alive after two whole years of being filed as a missing person. It’ll be the talk of the night and he justified that’s the perfect distraction for whatever they need to do to find out what Klaus may be up to.
Klaus had left a few hours ago to meet with his family. Preparations for whatever. Bonnie feels that unsettling feeling that they may be planning something. Rebekah has always been so family-oriented and perhaps the new bond Bonnie has with Klaus could provoke a rather violent reaction. If Bonnie’s dead, there’s no bond and Klaus will have all his freewill back.
Instinctively, she bites her lip. Hopefully all the spells she’s learned up until this point will protect her enough. But…
There it is.
That self-doubt.
Without thinking, Bonnie glances at Stefan. For a moment, he takes his eyes off the road and meets her stare. It strikes her, every time, when he looks at her wordlessly, having so many things left unsaid. He gives her a small smile suddenly and she feels her heart stop. Something akin to relief washes over her and she breathes out, turning her gaze to her window.
--
a/n
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IDK, I liked that part with Matt for some reasons. Plot device? Say what?
I want to thank you all for the comments. They really do bring a stupid smile to my face and my family is always starin at me like I'm insane.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Bonnie/Klaus, Tyler, Stefan, Damon, one sided Bonnie/Jeremy, Caroline/Matt, Elena/Stefan, Damon, Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: spoilers for the finale, blood, some gore, sexual situations
Summary: It's a power thing, Bonnie realizes. And that changes everything.
Grams’ house is being paid for by her father. It’s closer to the woods, closer to nature and that’s why she requested she stay there. Her father reluctantly allowed it and she wonders where the resistance from before was. Maybe he’s seeing that his little girl isn’t so little anymore. Or maybe he respects her need to be where she wants.
She loves the house. Its creaks and hollow whispers, the strange feeling of company, even when physically alone. She suspects Grams dwells inside the house the most. Or maybe she’s just with her all the time-Bonnie isn’t sure. But Stefan once said something about how comfortable the place was once. “Like there’s a friend with me.” He stopped himself after that, frowning and pursing his lips. Bonnie had smiled at his small confession.
--
“I love you,” she’ll whisper sometimes, when no one else is in the house.
Because she’s sure Grams already knows Bonnie misses her, saying I love you has more value to her.
--
She’s going to take a walk in the woods one morning and she looks up to see a car in her driveway. Turning, she spies Matt on the porch couch and she tilts her head to the side. He looks up, almost looking at a loss.
“Hey, Bonnie.”
“Matt…” she murmurs, hugging herself. “Knocking isn’t your thing anymore?”
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks ahead of him, his brow creasing. “I’m sorry. I just…didn’t know where to go.”
Caroline. It must have something to do with Caroline. But she hasn’t received any texts about a fight or a possible break up, no late night phone call. If something was wrong, Caroline would have alerted Bonnie the moment it happened. Why is Matt here? Bonnie scans his face and frowns.
“Matt, what’s going on?”
“I…I don’t really know…” Matt sets his jaw and he stands, staring at her directly in the eye. “Bonnie…can we go somewhere?”
“What?” she laughs out, stepping closer. “Where?”
He throws his hands up, glancing around them. “Anywhere. We could go on some mini adventure-you know, like how Elena and Damon get to do all the time. We could do that.”
Bonnie purses her lips and studies him carefully. “I have school tomorrow and I know you do too… How’s a walk in the woods sound?
Something passes over his features. It’s not disappointment. It’s like…contentment. Like the idea of going out and walking on dead twigs is wonderful. A bright smile suddenly spreads onto his face and she can’t help but giggle.
“That sounds great, Bonnie.”
They walk of the porch together and down the sidewalk until they go off the path to a small trail. Spring is almost over and everything is so green. She breathes in as they enter the barrier, surrounded by the tall trees. There are traces of magic along the tree line and Bonnie has no doubt her ancestors had something to do with that. And the thought makes her a little proud-she’s part of something so powerful and she can share it.
Bonnie realizes Matt is no longer walking beside her and she turns around to see he has stopped. She stares at him with question. His eyes flicker over the tree tops, to the reaching branches, the end of the trunks, to Bonnie’s face. He offers a small smile. It’s then Bonnie narrows her eyes and wonders if he may have a similar feeling-that…admiration for the Earth.
He moves to her side again and offers his arm. She grins at him and loops hers through his as they walk together. It’s comfortable. She remembers when they were smaller, growing together. She remembers he was the first boy she held hands with, looking up to see his flushed cheeks. She remembers hiding the woods and only he was able to find her. She remembers-a lot, actually. He was her distant companion, even now.
He tells her he found some of Tyler’s things amongst Caroline’s today. Clothes, mostly. Caroline is sentimental-she always keeps something of the past with her, whether it’s tangible or not. Bonnie worries that may cause troubles up the road. Caroline has a long life ahead of her and she cannot keep everything.
“She kept a lot of things when you left her too, Matt.”
He looks down at her, genuinely surprised. She nods and smiles. The blond grins back and sighs out, staring at the surroundings again.
“I guess I don’t have to be worried for a while.”
Bonnie frowns at that. Why were any of them worried?
--
“I’m glad I have a friend like you, Bonnie.”
She tilts her head in question. “And why is that?”
His eyes meet hers. “You get it.”
--
For some reason, Klaus allows Tyler to surface longer than usual. She’s buttoning up her single vest when he gently brushes her fingers away. Bonnie glances up to catch his eye but he’s focuses on the buttons, slipping each through the sewn slits. A silence falls upon them and she shifts, uneasy.
When he reaches the top, Tyler’s staring at her hard and she holds her breath. His hands ghost over her collarbone, to her neck and finally cupping her face. His hands have always felt warm, she supposes. Perhaps that’s the werewolf in him. The heat almost sears her skin and she sucks in some air.
“Bonnie…” he whispers hoarsely.
Her eyes instinctively flutter shut. His lips are upon hers the next moment. Just a light kiss and he pulls just centimeters away from her mouth. He moves even closer until their bodies are pressed against each other, nearly crushing her. She breathes out his name and he offers a small growl in return.
“It’s okay,” Tyler murmurs and she snaps her gaze up to him. His lips form a small smile and before she can ask what he’s talking about, he speaks. “I knew you were going to do the spell, remember? We talked about it.”
That never mattered to Bonnie. Didn’t he know her at all? She did the damn spell. It was her doing. Bonnie has to take that bullet. Tyler simply gave permission. That’s it. Right? Yes. Bonnie convinces herself that he’s just talking nonsense. Why is he bringing this up now? Her heartbeat increases and she’s sure he can feel it. His hold loosens just a little, as if giving her air. She opens her mouth to interject but he’s talking again.
“I just didn’t know the consequences.”
“Tyler,” she warns. She never pegged Tyler for the after sex, deep-talking type and she certainly isn’t supporting the idea.
“Why do you blame everything on yourself?”
--
When he kisses her again, Klaus has resurfaced and the kiss turns a little more forceful and she pulls away, glaring at him.
He stares back with an amused smirk. “Did I interrupt a special moment, love?”
“Only small talk.”
--
Two years and three months after the spell that eventually changed Bonnie’s life, she awakens from her sleep by a wave of magic. The feeling washes over her, embracing her like a child until it disperses moments later. It lingers inside the room, dancing from corner to corner. She turns next to her where Stefan is already sitting up, staring at her with question and concern.
“What’s…?”
“The spell,” she grins and looks out her window, “It’s finally kicking in.”
Stefan shakes his head in bewilderment and rubs behind his neck. She doesn’t blame him. Never had she considered allowing anyone to know in fear it wouldn’t work. “Bonnie…what spell…? What are you talking about?”
When she heads to her desk and begins her location spell, Stefan follows her. “The spell was meant for two parts-to inhabit a body while the other body regenerated itself. Then the spirit could return.”
“Wait…Klaus will-”
“Yes,” Bonnie hisses as she finds Tyler. She offers a smug smile as she turns to Stefan. He’s completely shocked. And she gets it. She understands why. This means Klaus is no longer part of Tyler but it also means he’s free. And Stefan fears that the most. Bonnie considers kissing his forehead, just to assure him it’ll be fine but there’s Tyler and she thinks better of it. “We must go.”
--
Tyler’s disoriented when they find him. He’s leaning against the back of a rundown gas station building. His hands run through his hair and he’s shaking. His skin gleams with sweat under the half moon. In the dark, he would look like a drunk teen by any stranger.
When she approaches him, her hands fall upon his shoulders and he instantly jumps. Bonnie shushes him quietly, it’s okay, it’s me. Despite having a cotton shirt on, she feels heat radiating from his skin. Tyler squints his eyes and he appears so confused.
“Bonnie…what’s going on? I don’t-Klaus isn’t in my head,” his voice trembles as he closes his eyes. Her hand reaches behind his neck, bringing him near and he buries his face into her chest.
“He’s gone, Tyler. It’s your body now,” she whispers, grasping with her magic, feeling for any remnants of Klaus inside him. None. At least, not his spirit. But he’s extremely weak and that bothers her. She hadn’t known that would be a side effect and she hopes nothing else has gone wrong.
“No…” he pulls away feebly and catches Stefan staring, still holding onto Bonnie. “We’ll die…we’re going to die. If he’s dead, then…”
“Klaus isn’t dead, Tyler.”
Tyler looks between them. Bonnie offers a serious gaze and Stefan nods. With both their confirmation, Tyler closes his eyes and sighs, leaning into Bonnie and she catches him. It’s a lot to process and she’s sure he’s not taking it all in right now.
“I’m so tired,” Tyler confesses quietly into her shoulder.
“I know,” Bonnie hands him off to Stefan, who wraps an arm around his waist to support the hybrid. “You need to go to my house and rest. I’ll be there soon, okay?” She looks pointedly at Stefan, who narrows his eyes when she stays rooted in her spot. “I’m going to find Klaus.”
Stefan hesitates noticeably but nods, despite his obvious opposition to her going alone. His obedience contributes to his great trust in her. Bonnie will be fine and she gives him a reassuring look. But he averts his eyes and she spies some doubt-it’s about Klaus and he’ll always have that problem.
Though, Tyler doesn’t seem so sure. “Bonnie…”
“Rest, Tyler.”
--
“All right, Bonnie.”
--
Klaus actually finds her.
All she has to do was call his name. He appears in front of her in about two minutes, dust and dead leaves fly in the air in his wake. His skin looks healthier than before and when he rolls his shoulders back in experimentation, he smirks. She looks at him expectantly.
“So this is what you had up your sleeve,” he straightens his shirt and dusts of his pant leg. His clothes were most definitely stolen just seconds ago. “An Original to bring back and have him bend at your will.”
Bonnie hums and smiles. “Did you really think I was going back to being the girl who gave second chances?”
“Well, that girl wanted me dead, so I wouldn’t know.”
“At least this way,” Bonnie steps closer and brushes the back of her hand over his cheek, mockingly, “I don’t have to get angry with anyone.”
Klaus waits for her to retract her hand before speaking. Something glints in his eyes-something akin to wonder but she’s not sure. “What is your plan? World domination? I can tell you right now, you will be very angry, love. With the world itself, to be completely frank with you.”
“No,” she answers, “It’s just us. You, Tyler, Stefan and me. And anyone else who wants to join. We have our own agendas and we get rid of problems our way.”
A smirk forms on his face once more. “It doesn’t sound so bad, love.”
“Let’s go back. Stefan is waiting.”
--
“Yes, Bonnie.”
--
They stroll. Bonnie feels Klaus almost unravel on their walk. He hums a song from years before her. His voice sounds refreshing, almost. It holds weariness but something new and Bonnie wonders if she may have a big part in that.
Their footsteps are in sync and he matches her pace. There’s a slight lightheartedness to the air around them. Or maybe they’ve simply reached a level they’re compatible with. When she glances up at him, he’s already looking at her and she smirks.
When they reach her porch, Stefan and Tyler are there. Stefan’s eyes don’t leave Klaus’ form. She pushes through the door and allows him inside with an unconscious Tyler in his arms. Stefan offers a warning look but she returns it with another.
Turning back, Bonnie notices Klaus has stopped at her porch steps. Bonnie lets the door close and she faces Klaus. His eyes don’t leave hers when he speaks.
“May I come in?” he inquires, for the last time, as a breeze picks up and the air gets colder than before.
Bonnie outstretches her hand and beckons him to her. When he nears, footsteps upon the wooden floor sound, he takes her hand.
“Yes, Klaus,” she tells him, “you may.”
--
Bonnie allows Klaus to see his family. They can interact with each other as much as he’d like but he still comes back at night. She knows Rebekah will like that, despite Bonnie’s control over him. Stefan mentions he will try anything to get out of the situation-he still wants an army, power. Bonnie believes him and doesn’t leave room for much else but his family.
Stefan and Bonnie tend to Tyler, who suffers from over exerting his body. Klaus apparently pushed his body to the limits and Tyler, now alone and inexperienced with handling it, is weary and passes out throughout the day. Klaus says it’ll wear off in a few weeks. Bonnie performs spells to keep the pain at bay anyway. He stays in the room Stefan used to be in. He talks a lot and Bonnie knows it’s some self defense mechanism. In the nights, he calls for her and he grips her hand until he falls asleep again.
It’s Bonnie and Stefan who go out together now. They take care of everything together. Klaus will join if he’s needed or if he asks when they don’t need him for looking after Tyler. Stefan sleeps in her bed every night now. They discuss what’s going on with their friends or about spells. He’s supportive in most of everything she does. Bonnie appreciates him being that constant in her life.
--
She gets an invitation in the mail to a formal ball thrown by the Mikaelsons. Bonnie narrows her eyes at the golden lettering and pretty font addressed to her.
“You should be flattered,” Klaus’ voice sounds from behind her and she manages to suppress the urge to jump. His breath tickles her neck as he whispers, “You are the guest of honor.”
Bonnie whips around and stares up at him slyly. Their bodies are far closer than she thought and she’s sure he can hear her heart speed. His eyes study her face. Stone features and all, Bonnie cannot read his expression. It’s neutral.
Bonnie wonders what really goes through his mind. What must encourage his desperate attempts for power? What is this motivation? She wonders because she wants it. Bonnie craves that drive to pursue power as much as he does. Though, Bonnie must agree it doesn’t get him very far. Speed bumps must be something he is used to.
“Then consider me flattered,” Bonnie answers in a sing-song tone, moving away.
Yet he catches her arm in his hand effortlessly and she pauses. There’s a moment when they don’t move at all. And then he shuffles closer and her breathing becomes shallow. His nestles his face into her hair, mouth near her ear and she can hear his shuddered breath. She fidgets and thinks of being caught in this state by Tyler-or worse, Stefan. His hand from her arm drops.
When she moves her head ever so slightly, their eyes meet and-have his eyes always been this striking? His stare turns to her lips and she smirks, bringing a hand to the side of his face, fingers skimming his skin there. He leans forward to capture her lips and-
Bonnie chuckles as she turns away and heads to her room. She dare not look back, though she’s sure he must be pissed.
--
When Tyler regains his strength, he doesn’t leave. He doesn’t even ask about Caroline, though Bonnie knows he still looks after her, stealing out in the middle of the night. She’s moving on with Matt and Tyler respects it. Caroline and Matt have a history but that doesn’t change what she had with Tyler. Though Bonnie would let him go, Tyler stays.
“I feel like this is home right now,” he says quietly to her and looks out the living room window. She wants to touch him, to assure him it’ll be better with her no matter what but she has a feeling he already knows.
--
Klaus doesn’t seem to mind the bond completely. It’s as if he knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Though he’s probably surprised it was little ol’ Bonnie who did it. His boundaries put him on edge and he often gets annoyed with the others, however. He’ll snap at Bonnie, though it’s ignored. He can hardly hunt and the blood bags are like an insult to him. Stefan seems amused by his irritation and doesn’t try covering it up.
He still kisses her lips, not caring who sees. His hand will cover the back of her neck, bringing her lips to his. It’s another one of those control things. She’s not entirely sure if it’s to establish a sense of dominance over her or the other two. If Stefan is present, he flickers his eyes to the Salvatore with an air of arrogance. Stefan’s eyes will narrow and he usually leaves the space they are in. And Tyler has almost no reaction besides averting his gaze. He’s used to it, due to the bond from before. Klaus takes pleasure kissing Bonnie and tells them so. It’s something leftover from the spell, he justifies. Bonnie doesn’t care either way. She’s in charge and that’s what matters to her.
They have to make room for him. For the first few days, he had been sleeping on the couch. The basement is made into his own personal den, something he greatly appreciates. If he’s not hunting or spending time with his siblings (or plotting), Klaus lurks in the den alone. Bonnie thinks he’s accustomed to loneness and knows that emotion best.
--
When the day of the Mikaelson Ball comes, Stefan comes through their (their? No, that’s not right…) bedroom door with a rectangular, turquoise colored box. She looks up from her grimoire to give him an uncertain stare. Something is sparkling in his eyes, akin to enthusiasm. He holds it in between them, presenting it to her.
She sits straight on the bed and eyes him with some suspicion. “Should I ask what it is?”
“You don’t have to,” he replies quietly.
Bonnie reaches forward, brushing her fingers over the cold surface, as if she’ll get a reading. With one last look at him, she lefts the lid. Black poka-dotted tissue paper covers a metallic-red colored, silky-like fabric and she sweeps it aside to get a better view. It’s a dress. Bonnie gasps as she stands and holds it in front of her. Silver designs swirl in the front to the sides as the dress flowers out.
Lowering it, Bonnie meets Stefan’s gaze. He’s smiling at her reaction and she finds herself laughing. Quickly, she places the dress carefully back and snatches the box from him, putting it on the bed. Turning back she throws her arms around him and he holds her there.
“What brought this on?” Bonnie asks quietly, “I already had a dress picked out.”
“You told me you didn’t like it,” Stefan murmurs back, “I might have asked Caroline for some help.”
Pulling back, not missing how his hands lingered on her hips, Bonnie smiles. “Then I’ll have to thank her.”
Stefan nods and gestures towards the grimoire. “The ball is just a few hours away. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”
Sighing, she shrugs and glances at the book of spells. “I guess you can say I’m being cautious in case something happens tonight.”
Stefan drops his voice very low, so that no one but them may hear, “You mean…if Klaus is planning something.”
Bonnie offers a half smile and nods. “Or Elijah. I’m not sure how anyone convinced him to throw a ball if it wasn’t to simply get his brother back. It’s a big possibility-and I’m still not powerful enough.”
Something passes over his features and she spies a flash of resentment. She frowns at him and he just shakes his head. Perhaps he’s just remembering something. His history with Klaus runs deeper than she’d like to know. But then he moves to grab her shoulder, as if he wants all her attention on him but he withdraws, forcefully stuffing his hands within his pockets. Bonnie eyes him as her brow creases.
“Stefan…?”
“It’s just-” he looks upwards and sighs out, shaking his head again. “You keep saying that.”
She’s starting to feel that tingling feeling again-that numbness. Like she’s been caught doing something wrong but she really has no idea what she has done this time. She doesn’t understand his disappointment when it clearly shows on his face.
“What?”
“That.” He gestures from her, releasing a sarcastic laugh. “That-thing you do when you talk about magic.” He sighs out and runs a hand through his hair as Bonnie throws up her walls again. What thing? What about magic? “Why don’t you think you’re powerful enough?”
“Because I’m not-yet,” Bonnie adds and throws a hand up. “Stop acting like I don’t have self-confidence. I have plenty of it.”
She can see him setting his jaw, as if he wants to say more. Bonnie’s sure he does. But Stefan’s usually good at self-control. She slightly wonders why he does that. The ripper inside him would never hold back. But this Stefan does. And that bothers her a little. He folds his lips and turns away.
“Yeah. Okay, I’m sorry,” he states, obviously ending the conversation. Stefan offers her one last look before leaving the room.
Bonnie purses her lips and glances between the grimoire and the dress. Sighing, she closes the book and places it upon the desk. He’s probably right about one thing: she should get ready for this stupid thing.
--
They go in Stefan’s black Porsch to the ball. He drives with one hand and is gripping the wheel a little too tightly. Bonnie won’t be surprised if it’s dented afterwards. His turns are sharp and quick and she’s reminded of his brother’s driving for a moment. Something about it makes her think of another version of Stefan (ripper) but she can’t really tell.
He hasn’t spoken to her since their last conversation or even cast her a single look. It’s annoying and makes her think how childish he’s being. She won’t feel at fault. The argument insinuated she didn’t have enough confidence within herself. And she does. But there is a little nagging voice that tells her he’s somewhat right. She’ll let those self-degrading words slip from her mouth every so often and Bonnie’s not sure why.
Tyler’s in the back, dressed in a single breasted, black suit. When she glances back, he stares at her uncomfortably, like he knows there’s something wrong but refuses to address it. Whether it’s the uneasy atmosphere between her and Stefan or what could possibly happen tonight, she doesn’t know. But he offers a tight smile anyway.
This will be Tyler’s first appearance. Everyone will see him. Bonnie has a feeling there will be people there of all sorts and she worries that maybe Carol Lockwood may be there. And Caroline-oh Caroline. Stefan and Bonnie had discussed this with Tyler days before. He had instantly agreed. It disturbed her how quickly he was willing to allow the world to know he was alive after two whole years of being filed as a missing person. It’ll be the talk of the night and he justified that’s the perfect distraction for whatever they need to do to find out what Klaus may be up to.
Klaus had left a few hours ago to meet with his family. Preparations for whatever. Bonnie feels that unsettling feeling that they may be planning something. Rebekah has always been so family-oriented and perhaps the new bond Bonnie has with Klaus could provoke a rather violent reaction. If Bonnie’s dead, there’s no bond and Klaus will have all his freewill back.
Instinctively, she bites her lip. Hopefully all the spells she’s learned up until this point will protect her enough. But…
There it is.
That self-doubt.
Without thinking, Bonnie glances at Stefan. For a moment, he takes his eyes off the road and meets her stare. It strikes her, every time, when he looks at her wordlessly, having so many things left unsaid. He gives her a small smile suddenly and she feels her heart stop. Something akin to relief washes over her and she breathes out, turning her gaze to her window.
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a/n
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IDK, I liked that part with Matt for some reasons. Plot device? Say what?
I want to thank you all for the comments. They really do bring a stupid smile to my face and my family is always starin at me like I'm insane.