a bennett witch and the original Hybrid

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A witch and an original hybrid walk into a restaurant together and get a table. Unlike what Bonnie would ever expect or imagine, that's not the beginning of a bad joke, it's her life. She had actually agreed to meet with Klaus in a quaint little bistro thirty minutes outside of Mystic Falls. After all, meeting with Klaus at the Grille is out of question. She couldn't even imagine Caroline's reaction if she saw them together.

The perky blonde hostess sits them at a secluded table away from the windows, and throws Klaus a little flirtatious grin before leaving. Bonnie rolls her eyes at that. Really, what's the allure of homicidal vampires? First it was Damon and now it's Klaus.

The server, a young guy named Cole, comes to their table and Klaus orders what seems to be his usual. Bourbon, neat, and a bottle of white wine. His French is flawless as he specifies the wine he wants, and his voice doesn't show a hint of hesitation as he compels the waiter not to card her.

Bonnie orders the house special, a fennel and prosciutto pizza, because she knows that drinking and not eating anything is not smart. And dealing with Klaus completely sober is just torture.

"You look especially charming tonight. Didn't need to go all out for little old me," Klaus says as soon as the waiter turns his back. The corners of his lips are curled into a small smirk. Bonnie feels her face warm up a little. She doesn't think she did anything special other than curling the ends of her hair and applying some makeup. These days, makeup is pretty much essential when leaving the house, considering she's not really sleeping at night.

"Quit trying to sweet talk me and tell me why we're really here," Bonnie says, quickly thanking the waiter when he arrives with the drinks. "Last time I saw you, I was drunk and you were trying to convince me to go to New Orleans with you. Why?"

"I told you, I need a witch on my side," Klaus answers smoothly, and takes a small sip of his Bourbon. Bonnie is not so easily convinced by that.

"Try again with more details."

Klaus starts to tell this story of how his family had founded New Orleans and had to leave when running from Mikael.

"Now, I want to take back what's mine," he concludes, leaving Bonnie a little speechless.

It's not every day she hears kingdom and usurper being thrown around in a conversation. And how does one take back a city?

"Marcel, my progeny who I believed was dead when I left, has the witches under his control. I need them and their support to overthrow him."

The intensity in his voice is almost scary, and that's when Bonnie realizes this is serious business to him.

"Okay, and where do I come into play?" Bonnie asks, because she really doesn't know how he expects her to help. She is all for helping witches from a homicidal, probably sociopath vampire with too much power. However, she figures she's over her head in this one. Undoing some unknown force that causes witches to be submissive to vampires feels a little out of her grasp. After all, she turned eighteen a few months ago, and she's still recovering from her death episode. "If you want me to free these witches, you are seriously overestimating me. There's no way I can do this."

"Humbleness. That's cute. I haven't seen it in a while."

He flashes her another grin that makes her want to blush, unfortunately.

"It's not me being cute, it's just a fact."

It really is. Bonnie has yet to master the most complicated spells in Gram's grimoire, and this seems to be a spell that would probably kill her. And dying for other people is not in Bonnie's plans anymore.