12,069A/N: I had this idea for a while now and I finally decided to write it. I hope you like it!
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Crimson Peak
Waking up naked in a strange bed with a warm body behind her was the last thing Bonnie Bennett expected when she opened her eyes.
What the hell?
A strong possessive arm was thrown over her petite frame while a hard chest cradled her back. She blinked a few times uncertain if this was reality or a dream. But the ghost of a breath on her neck told her that this was not in fact a dream.
She squirmed, trying to get away from the stranger's body, feeling an unfamiliar ache between her legs.
What had she done last night?
Bits and pieces came back to her.
Prom, she had gone to prom last night with Matt and they had been crowned Prom King and Queen. Yes, she remembered that and dancing with Jeremy. No, not Jeremy but Silas and then- fangs piercing her neck-
Elena
Her best friend had tried to kill her but Bonnie stopped her.
Expression
Her fingers tingled remembering the rush of power and the satisfaction she felt upon seeing Elena in pain, a pain she had caused.
But what happened afterwards?
She had been high on magic feeling like she could conquer the world. And she had ended up with-?
Klaus
Oh my god!
Her heart went to her throat as the vivid memories of the night before came back full force. She had sex with Klaus. She lost her virginity to her worst enemy.
Bonnie jumped out of bed, naked, heart beating wildly and eyes wide in panic. Her throat felt like sandpaper and she was sore. She wobbled trying to locate her clothes, but she didn't care, she needed to get away before he woke up.
Frantically searching for her clothes Bonnie didn't notice the amused expression on the hybrid's face. He had been awake the whole time, counting the heartbeats of the green eyed witch. He knew the moment she woke of course, but chose to remain silent, waiting to see what she would do.
"Are your mornings always so entertaining love?"
Bonnie froze. She pulled her dress in front of her chest in an attempt to cover her nakedness.
Klaus smirked. It was foolish he knew every inch of her body by now.
Her cheeks where flushed when she finally plucked the courage to look at him, "I…I…"
She was a deer caught in the headlights and Klaus was extremely pleased. His eyes traveled over her pretty face, even with tussled hair and smudged make up she was exquisite. The blood rushing to her face and neck and the erratic beating of her heart made his eyes flash golden for a moment as he thought of the taste of her blood.
Klaus licked his lips, remembering the rush of power he felt when he sunk his fangs into her neck the night before. A witch's blood was an elixir to vampires. The more powerful the witch, the more potent the blood. And Bonnie Bennett was the most powerful witch he had ever had the privileged of drinking from. She had awakened something inside of him, a lust that had yet to be quenched and not just for her blood, no.
Last night had not been enough; Klaus realized. He stood up suddenly, unashamed of his nakedness and made his way toward the nervous witch.
Upon seeing him approaching, Bonnie's panic increased tenth fold, "What are you doing?"
Unconsciously she took a step back, shivering when her naked back made contact with the wall. She eyed the door and debated making a run for it but Klaus was faster. He used his vampire speed to trap her between the wall and his naked body, "What's the matter love?"
Bonnie swallowed, hands holding tightly to the silk of her dress, still trying to cover her body from his view. The fact that she could easily use her magic and push him away was all but forgotten. In her panic she didn't even think of using her witchy powers to her advantage, something that Klaus used to his own advantage.
His fingers traced her cheek and Bonnie trembled, not in fear, no. she knew now what it felt like to have his hands on her skin, she was familiar with his touch. She couldn't help but lean into it. Her lips parted unconsciously and Klaus took that as an invitation.
When his lips touched hers Bonnie welcomed them. The silk fell to the floor as her hands moved to his broad shoulders on their own accord. His lips were soft and gentle. He was kissing her as if he had all the time in the world, as if they had done this a thousand times before. He knew she would not leave now.
It was that gentleness that undid her. When was the last time someone had kissed her like this?
When Klaus broke away from her lips, he moved to kiss her cheek and down her neck, lips nipping at her pulse point. Bonnie moaned. She should push him away. She should run away. But instead, she found herself pressing against him, hard nipples rubbing against his chest, sending electric shocks over both of them.
She wanted more. She needed more. She pulled his head back until his lips found hers again, kissing him hard and he responded with equal passion.
When Klaus brought his arms around her body lifting her up, Bonnie didn't think twice about wrapping her legs around his waist.
She was doomed.
Three days later…
Bonnie stared at her textbook trying and failing to concentrate, finals were just around the corner and she had a lot of studying to do. But the only thing on her mind was Klaus. Or more specifically the night and morning she had spent with him.
Bonnie shivered remembering the things Klaus had done to her. The things she had allowed him to do. The first thing she did when she arrived home that day was to take a long hot shower, put on her favorite pajamas and cried herself to sleep. She had been exhausted physically and emotionally.
What in the world had possessed her to have sex with Klaus?
He was her enemy, the person who terrorized her friends and tried to kill her. She still couldn't believe that she had given her virginity to him. Bonnie had always imagined that her first time was going to be with Jeremy, something sweet, something special, not a one night stand and with a vampire no less. She felt guilty and ashamed. But the worst part was that the guilt and shame came not because of what she had done but because she had enjoyed it. And that terrified her.
She had enjoyed kissing Klaus, she had enjoyed touching him, being with him. Her cheeks burned with the memory of it. Klaus had made her feel beautiful and sexy. She had felt wanted, desirable, powerful.
Bonnie had never been the beautiful or the desirable one. That had always been Elena and Caroline. They were the ones guys went after not little old Bonnie Bennett. The guys that talked to her did it because they wanted to get close to her friends or worst because they wanted something from her.
Bonnie had no illusions about Klaus. She knew that she was probably another name on his long list of witch conquests but she couldn't stop thinking about him. She was going crazy remembering his eyes, his lips, and the feel of his hands on her skin. No matter how many showers she had taken since then-scrubbing her skin raw-the vivid memories assaulted her mind. Sometimes she wondered if he was doing one of those vampire mind tricks and was purposely sending those images to her.
Bonnie jumped out of her skin when her cell phone rang. It was Caroline. She had been avoiding her friends since prom night.
"Bonnie! Where have you been, I left you like a million messages?"
"Studying French," Bonnie told her, "We still have final exams you know."
"Don't remind me," Caroline sighed. "Look, I know Elena is not your favorite person right now, but I could really use you over here."
Bonnie closed her eyes, remembering Damon and Stefan's plan to help Elena get her emotions back. "Do you need me for moral support or so that you can check on me."
"Both," Caroline answered. "I could use the moral support and I want to make sure Silas isn't playing any more mind games with you."
"I'm fine." And it was surprisingly true. Bonnie hadn't seen or heard from Silas since prom Night. She should be worried about that but in the past three days the last thing on Bonnie's mind was Silas. A certain blue eyes hybrid had been consuming all her thoughts. "Silas doesn't control me anymore and I think I'll pass on the invite. Elena tried to kill me Caroline. I'm not ready to forgive and forget. I'm sorry but I don't think I want to see her yet. I'll call you later ok." Bonnie hung up before Caroline could give her a reply.
Bonnie knew that Elena was not herself, she didn't have her emotions but it still hurt. After everything she had done to keep Elena safe, her best friend had viciously attacked her and would've killed her, had Bonnie not defended herself. While Damon and Stefan were convinced that they could force Elena to turn her emotions back on, Bonnie wasn't so sure and she didn't want to get involved either.
She stayed at the library for another two hours, trying to get ready for finals before finally making her way home.
The night was dark and windy as Bonnie walked home lost in thought. There was a prickling in the back of her neck and she felt a presence behind her. Bonnie turned around having an idea of who it was. She was more than ready to confront him but there was nothing. There was no one behind her.
The lamppost nearby flickered on and off and the wind picked up. Bonnie stood in the sidewalk eyes searching for any sign of someone but there was no one. The street was empty, no cars coming by and no one walking around either-except for her.
There was an eerie silence that made her heart speed up. Something was wrong.
Picking up her pace Bonnie hurried down the street. She was close to her home, all she needed was to get inside. The prickling in her neck intensified and the hairs on her arms and neck stood up. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her keys out-
Almost there…she was so close…
Bonnie opened her front door feeling a false sense of relief before it was smashed away when someone grabbed her by the back of her neck.
Fear
Panic
Bonnie was flung down from her porch and into the front yard with such a force that the air was knocked out of her lungs when her back hit the wet grass. She blinked up, feeling dizzy and confused as a tall figure loomed over her. She couldn't see his face.
Bonnie lifted her hand. She was shaking as she murmured the spell that should've sent the man to his knees in pain but nothing happen. There was a strange jewel around his neck that glowed red.
"Your magic doesn't work on me witch." He chuckled and grabbed her by the neck with both of his hands.
Bonnie struggled to breathe as she was lifted up in the air. He was strong, really strong. His face was covered by a black mask and his hands were gloved. She felt her magic, it lashed out angrily at her attacker, again and again but every time the jewel would glow and whatever power was released from her did not affect him at all.
His hands squeezed her neck so tight that Bonnie heard a snapping sound. It hurt. It hurt so much. Tears streamed down her face. She gasped struggling to get air into her lungs but it was useless. She knew she was going to die.
Just as Bonnie had accepted her death, there was a ripping sound and the hands around her neck loosen. Bonnie fell on her hands and knees, her whole body shaking. The pain on her neck was unbearable as she struggled, gasping as air finally came back into her lungs.
The man fell to his knees clutching his stomach and choking on his own blood before his head was swiftly removed from his body. Bonnie's eyes went wide as the masked head fell in front of her, blood splattering all over her face and shirt.
Klaus Mikaelson stood proudly over the decapitated corpse. "Hello lover."
Bonnie had never been more relived and happy to see the infamous hybrid. Klaus looked her over before kneeling in front of her.
Bonnie opened her mouth but only a strange choking sound came out of her. Her throat was burning and she was still struggling to breathe. Klaus wasted no time biting into his wrist and bringing it to her mouth. Bonnie nearly choked on the blood and Klaus had to gently rub her neck (Bonnie silently crying from the pain) in order to help her swallow.
"It's alright love, you're alright." Putting his arms around the shaking witch, Klaus picked her up and carried her towards her house. "You're going to have to invite me in."
Bonnie burrowed her face into his neck and shoulder. "…Co…come in…" she managed to say. It hurt still, but she could feel his blood already healing and repairing her neck. She closed her eyes as Klaus carried her inside.
New Orleans
Her long black dress flowed as she made her way into the Seer's chamber.
"Forgive me my lady," she said keeling.
The Seer had her back to her. Her eyes were closed and she was crouching down, hands over a small marble pool filled with murky water. "Is it done?" her raspy voice asked.
"I'm sorry my lady, but the hunter failed."
The Seer's eyes snapped opened. "You only sent one hunter, how foolish of you Iris."
Iris swallowed nervously. "He was not an average hunter, my Lady. He was-"
"I told you-"The Seer interrupted. "This witch is not like the others, you need to be careful and plan this accordingly."
"Forgive me I-"
"Silence!" the Seer stood up and turned to the young witch. "Contact the Order and tell them I have a job for them."
"The Order," Iris's eyes went wide. "Surely is not necessary…" the Order had not been invoked in nearly five hundred years. "She's just a witch."
"She's much more than that, young Iris," The Seer told her. "We cannot allow one such as her to live. Bonnie Bennett must die."
Iris bit her lip, not knowing whether it was wise to question her mentor, but finally deciding to do so, "Why?" it came out in a whisper. "We have never persecuted a Bennett witch before. What has she done to deserve such a fate?"
The Seer's eyes turned red as she remembered her vision of three days past. "It is not what she has done but what she will bring into this world." She shivered as the images flashed through her eyes, "for the fruit of her womb shall be our undoing."
