Witchling

Chapter Ten ୨♰୧

Bonnie ran thru the French Corridor alley as fast as her petite legs would carry her. She jumped into his arms, and wrapped her entire body around his. She held on to him tightly because she had never been so happy to see someone in her entire life. The last time she saw him, he was caring her thru the woods to leave her on Damon Salvatore's doorstep. He rescued her that night, and she would be forever grateful…that was a little over three years ago.

"What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked breathlessly.

Klaus smirked. "For you… I came for you love."

Bonnie's heart plummeted. If he was here for her, that only meant one thing. Elijah sent him! "What do you mean you came for me?"

"Surely the witches you've spent all this time with have been teaching you? Have you learned nothing of blood oaths, blood bonds?"

Bonnie was dumbstruck. "What are you talking about Klaus?"

"You are bound to Elijah by blood. That cannot be undone. You were also promised to him, a contract signed in blood by your family patriarch. Your life belongs to him love. No amount of time apart will change that."

Bonnie cringed. She hated being thought of as property. It was unnerving, but there was very little she could do about it. It's just the way things were in their world. Still, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing?

As if reading her mind, Klaus spoke again. "No point in running darling. He will always know where you are. He has let you have your time, but he will come to claim you on this eve of your 21st birthday."

Bonnie was seething. "So you've come to what, warn me?"

Klaus cut her off, "to prepare you."

"Prepare me for what?" Bonnie yelled. "To be humiliated, beat, raped, what exactly do you mean to prepare me for Klaus?"

"Somehow I knew our reunion would be dramatic." A husky voice from her past came from behind her.

Bonnie spun on her heels, butterflies dancing around in her belly. "Damon!" She whispered.

She hadn't seen him since that night three years ago when he drove her to New Orleans in his 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. The car ride had been silent, except for her quiet sobs. When they arrived in New Orleans, Damon had taken her to the home of Isadora Roche. He carried her into the French Corridor home, planted her on a guest bed, kissed her temple, and let her know that he had to get back before Elijah noticed he was missing. Before disappearing out of her life, he also let her know that Elijah would come for her one day. He didn't want to give her false hope. Her escape from Elijah was never meant to be a permanent situation. Still, Bonnie spent over three years away from her own personal monster living with, and learning from one of the most powerful witches in Louisiana. It made her feel safe.

"New Orleans has been good to you Bennett." Damon said while sauntering toward her.

Bonnie pulled him into a shy hug that lasted a little longer than an innocent hug between friends should.

"I've missed you Salvatore." She whispered into his ear before pulling away.

Bonnie wiped a stray tear from her eye before turning her attention back to Klaus. Excepting her fate, Bonnie said. "When do we leave? I would like to at least say goodbye to Isadora."

Klaus smirked. "Dramatic goodbyes are not necessary love. You won't be going far."

"But I thought you said…"

Klaus cut her off. "The Mikealson's are moving to NOLA."

Bonnie didn't know how to feel about that. On the one hand she was happy to stay in the city that she had called home for the past three years, but would she still be able to enjoy it. Would she still be allowed to practice her magic with Isadora, or hang out with the few people she had come to call friends? Would she be able to attend the many festivities important to all witches in New Orleans? Probably not, Elijah never did allow her much freedom. A beautiful prison was all she had to look forward to.