a bennett witch and the original Hybrid

16

Adele crooned and reached a high note as Bonnie picked up her champagne colored terr y robe from the floor and wrapped it around herself. The melancholic song seemed to match her present state of mind, so she left it playing. Besides, she had to go after Klaus and make things right. Knowing his irrational nature, he would probably bolt before even letting her say a word and she couldn't let that happen. Their relationship as a whole was still a work in progress, but they had come a long way and Bonnie refused to let this come in between them.

Bonnie padded out of the bathroom into his dim lighted room, taking careful steps. Anxious to get away from her, Klaus had sped out of the bathtub; leaving puddles and puddles of water on the marble floor. She didn't make any noise to alert him of her presence, as she knew he could sense her even though he seemed to be determined to ignore her.

Sorting through the drawers of the dresser at the corner of the room, Klaus grabbed the first clean jeans he could find and slipped them on, not wasting time with underwear. The air around him still smelled like her; an alluring mix of peach, raspberry and sake that made him dizzy. He had to leave before he broke down and kissed or killed her. Why did she have so much power over him?

"Is that the game you're going to play? Ignore me until you can't anymore. We've been through this already, and it's not fun," Bonnie said; not able to take the silence between them anymore. If they were going to fight, they might start right now. No need to torture her with all of this anxiety.

Klaus was thankful that he wasn't facing Bonnie when she spoke. As soon as he heard her voice, his body was overtaken with a shudder and his throat closed up. It almost felt like tears would start to fall if he closed his eyes, and he hated that alien feeling.

"Your answer was all that needed to be said, Bonnie," Klaus said, preferring to focus on the cotton black Henley at his hands instead of her. Anything but Bonnie and her bright green eyes, anything but the feeling of rejection that weighed him down.

"You don't get to do this, you hear me? You've fucked up plenty in these last months and I forgave you every single time. But when I tell you something you don't want to hear, you can't even look at me for an explanation," Bonnie argued; the petty part of her enjoying the way he flinched. The rational Bonnie knew why he was behaving like that. He was hurt and history proved that a hurt Klaus would lash out and become destructive.

"Then tell me, Bonnie. Why did you refuse me?" He asked; finally turning around to face her. He almost wished he hadn't. Seeing her; a small thing with her round belly and wrapped in a robe, made him feel sick. He didn't understand how someone that looked so harmless had the ability to cut him that deep with a single action.

"I didn't refuse you, Klaus. That's what you're not getting," Bonnie tried to explain; growing frustrated with his stubbornness. He was so into his head and his insecurities that he didn't even try to understand her point of view.

"You may try to tell yourself otherwise, but that's what you told me. You can't bind yourself to me," Klaus muttered the last part, gripping the dress so hard that some of the reclaimed hardwood splintered off. Remembering Bonnie's words; how she denied his passionate request filled with so much anger that he wanted to destroy whatever was in his path. "Why can't you let me protect you? Is this a temporary arrangement for you?"

A loud, humorless laugh comes out of Bonnie without her even realizing. Did Klaus really say that? Bonnie might have joked around a few times that she was looking for a nice, clean cut guy to spend a nice and normal life with, but that was way before they first hooked up. As much as Bonnie didn't want to admit, there was no other arrangement for her.

"Did you happen to forget that I'm pregnant with your daughter? There's nothing temporary about that. We don't need a binding ritual because we're bound until one of us is six feet under, Nik. Considering we're a band of merry supernatural creatures, I think we're going to be bound for a very long time."