Lions Tigers And Bears

Crazy For Me

Klaus stood across the road from the restaurant one of his people told him Bonnie was at. She has been difficult to track down; she was mostly using her father's last name, and any purchases were most likely only cash. Klaus looked back at the place where Bonnie was; it looked simple. Klaus and Bonnie would not have crossed paths; if it was here that she ate, it was best for him to stay out of places owned by witches. His adopted son did not have the best relationship with them, and that turned on Klaus. Even with the council back in play, they could always be plotting.

Klaus watched Bonnie as she exited the restaurant; her curls bounced on her shoulders, and she wore a dress that barely reached her knees. He studied her as she talked to someone; he thought of how beautiful she looked; her skin glowed; her smile was big. In this moment, Bonnie looked perfect. He wondered how much more perfect she would look if he was holding her, if he tasted the salt on her skin, how he would feel to be inside of her, and how her blood would feel as it slid down his throat,how he would feel if she smiled at him.

Klaus sped off to her car, which was an ugly blue bug, deciding to wait by it. He needed her on his side, and the best way he knew how to do that was by seducing her. Besides, what can be better no more powerful than seducing the witch that had him on his knees before?

Klaus watched as Bonnie approached him; she wasn't even shocked to see him, which isn't surprising. What was surprising was that she felt powerful even more than when she had the fury of 100 witches behind her and when she was practicing expression. The magic surrounding her was neither bad nor good; it was just her, like she had created something new. He knew there was a chance she was as powerful Freya, but to more powerful, Elijah was lucky; he walked away unscathed.

Bonnie ignored him and placed her tote bag in her car. She then turned to watch him, but she looked right through him like he wasn't there, barely blinking. Klaus couldn't stand that she was looking passing him "What are your plans for New Orleans?" Klaus finally asked her; he had not wanted to break the silence but it seems like she wouldn't

Bonnie blinked a bit as if she was disoriented and looked into his eyes "I'm touring." Bonnie said he knew she was lying, but he couldn't push her or she might get on the defense, and he didn't want the others around them to know how much control she could get if she was against him or his family. "Do you need a tour guide?" Klaus asked,

"You?" Bonnie asked, lifting her eyebrows. "I don't think that's wise".

"This is my city; very few people know it like I do," Klaus boasted with a small smirk. "I don't kn-," Bonnie was about to say before Klaus interrupted her. "I can show you the real supernatural hot spots that the tour guides won't show you." Klaus said

"I'm guessing you created most of them." Klaus just gave her a sly smile and playfully rolled his eyes. "You know your ancestors may have played a part in it too." Klaus said. Bonnie froze and frowned at him before entering her car. He wondered which part upset her.

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Bonnie looked at Klaus from her car window and studied him. She knew he wanted something and was probably looking to see how he could get it.

"Well, you can meet me tomorrow at 3; I'm sure you know where I'm staying." Bonnie insinuated because he in fact did; she sensed vampires were around her hotel more than usual, and now with him telling her this is his city, she knew he controlled them. Bonnie watched as Klaus stroked his chin with a hint of a smile. "Not getting your number, I guess?" he asked. She was kind of stunned; he looked kind of handsome when he smiled, well, a lot more handsome.

Bonnie returned the smile,making Klaus' dead heart beat for a minute. "Nah, you should work for something once in your life," Bonnie said before she drove off. She had sensed Klaus the moment he was across the road; hell, a few witches complained about him just standing there; they were anxious, of course, which was kind of unwarranted. The Mikealson, who wore suits, was more dangerous, because if Klaus wanted to kill you, he would, without any false promises. Since he never came in, she knew he was there for her. She sat in the restaurant and ate, entertained at the thought of him waiting on her. She had not expect for him to try and play friends tho.

What also concerned Bonnie was the vision she had while looking at him: He was on his knees in front of the dark-haired man and in chains while surrounded by dead wolves. That part of the vision unsettled Bonnie; was it because she wanted to be the only supernatural capable of bringing him to his knees? Next, she saw Elijah talking to a tall, brown-skin man while leading him to a red door and locking him in there. When Elijah turned, his siblings were dead in front of him. Knowing Elijah, that made sense, he had probably made the situation worse.

Bonnie hated these visions because she never knew how to interpret them. Was she to take them literally? Or were there hidden messages? During her travels, she tried to find witches that could help her, but they couldn't. They helped her grow her craft, though, teaching the importance of certain spells and helping her learn to be selfish.

Bonnie headed toward the park so she could sit and watch the sunset. she was sitting there for fifteen minutes before a witch sat next to her. The witch was quiet for a while. The witch cast a silencing spell before turning to Bonnie, who was still watching the sky.

"I'm here because I need a favor," the witch told her. "Can you tell me who you are at least?" Bonnie asked as she turned to observe her. The witch was pudgy with deep sandy brown skin and bone straight black hair, but most importantly, she was exhausted—so much so that it started to seep into her soul, like she had given up on hope and was just surviving because it was what she had to do. Bonnie resonated with the witch; because even though she was away from mystic falls, she still felt wary and unworthy of this third chance at life because she was not helping her friends like she felt she should, yet she doesn't regret leaving mystic falls. Bonnie shake her thoughts away and recited a spell, one that had a calming effect to help put the witch at ease; it had almost the same effect as being around an empath witch. She watched her visibly relax, and the witch smiled at her.

"I'm Dene Walters," she finally answered. Bonnie nodded and asked her to continue. "It's my daughter; she's sick, but it's a magical illness; she's been in constant pain for weeks now, and lately it's taken her sight. I can't perform the spell myself," Dene said.

"Can't you ask someone in your coven?" Bonnie asked her, It was the witches job to help the young; Bonnie can't imagine them letting one of their own suffer.

"I'm only in a coven; because of my father, but he with the ancestors, and if I asked them now, they would say no." Dene sighed. "One of the families over on the other side doesn't like my mom cause she was human and had an affair with my dad, and now  that dislike extends to me and my daughter."  Dene continued, and Bon nodded. she remember Zaci telling her about how some witches are mistreated in their covens.

Bonnie knew she would help the witch; she couldn't even imagine having your daughter in pain and not being able to help her. "I will help you; I would like to see her first so I can see her." Bonnie said.

Dene hugged Bonnie, thanked her, and promised to repay her. "I have not found the perfect spell for her condition." Dene said, Bonnie nodded though she had some spell books, she wasnt sure if they had anything for help.

"I will do some research and get back to you but can you tell me more about your coven?" Bonnie told Dene. 

"I"m in the Choral coven, we are fifth most powerful coven in New Orleans, me and my daughter are the only natives in the coven" Dene said "I am at the bottom so I don't always take part in spells, but I have good relationship with the wolves, so I have to get any ingredients that may be out in the bayou," Dene prattled on.
We spent most the evening talking about her coven and then we exchange numbers before I left to go to the hotel.