Witchling

Chapter Three ୨♰୧

Bonnie spent most of her days with one, or both of the Salvatore brothers. Elijah's days were busy, leaving the house after breakfast and sometimes not returning until nightfall. Bonnie had no clue what he did all day, and when she asked he was very vague. Although she was sure killing was involved. Every night he crawled into bed snuggling real close to her running his hands over whatever skimpy nighty Jess chose for her. He touched where he wanted, and Bonnie didn't complain. She actually started looking forward to it. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to do more, but he never did. Bonnie was beyond sexually frustrated with all his teasing.

While the two enjoyed breakfast alone Bonnie rubbed the back of his hand.

"What is it? You want something, I can tell."

Bonnie exhaled "The annual pythonissam pila is coming up…"

"And you want to attend?" Elijah cut her off. "A party… You want to attend a party for witches?"

"A ball" Bonnie corrected him. "I have gone to the pythonissam pila since I was twelve. My Grams used to make my gowns."

Elijah watched her light up as she spoke of her Grams, and her memories of the ball. The green in her eyes somehow became more beautiful, and he couldn't bring himself to tell her no.

"I'll see to it that you have an exquisite ball gown, and Damon will escort you."

Bonnie cleared her throat. "I can't show up with a vampire."

"I'm a vampire."

"I don't see your point Elijah."

Elijah was angry. He had to knock her off her high horse, put her in her place. "You feel shamed?" Elijah asked. "This is your life now young one. You belong to me, and everyone but you is well aware of that fact, especially the witches."

Bonnie cringed at his words because they were all true. She leaned back in her chair glaring at him for several minutes. Neither of them were willing to back down. Bonnie decided to settle for a small victory.

"Can I at least pick out my own dress?" She asked.

"Very well, I will have Damon drive you today."

Bonnie was excited she enjoyed the time she spent alone with Damon. He was in some ways her only friend. Bonnie jumped up, and hugged him from behind. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek as she held onto him. Something about the entire exchange felt too fatherly for Elijah. He didn't like it, so he swung her onto his lap. He fisted her hair, and pulled her in to a passionate kiss. Bonnie moaned sending Elijah's libido into overdrive. His hands roamed her tiny frame until landing on her upper thigh.

Klaus cleared his throat. "Am I interrupting?" A snarky smile was planted on his face.

Elijah stood up placing the tiny witch on her feet. He smoothed out his clothes before he spoke.

"Actually, I have business to attend to." He kissed Bonnie atop her head. "I will see you later young one."

Bonnie returned to her seat to finish her breakfast.

"Morning love" Klaus says kissing her on the cheek.

Klaus and Bonnie had an interesting relationship. They weren't quite friends, but they fed off of each other's intellect. Klaus found Bonnie intriguing, and he enjoyed verbally sparring with her. The witch was fire, and Klaus enjoyed how she kept Elijah on his toes.

"Up so early… Someone's losing his touch. I thought for sure you'd still be recovering from your night of pillaging."

"I came home early, didn't want to miss the sweet sounds of euphoria coming from your room." Klaus joked. "Elijah still afraid to claim you love?"