Witchling

Chapter Twelve ୨♰୧

Elena was starting to rethink her initial assessment of Elijah's witch. She had every male, regardless of species, drooling tonight. The 'earthy virginal goddess' routine worked for her. She looked beautiful, and smelled even better. The power in that tiny witches blood was intoxicating, and she must have been fully aware of it because she walked with a level of confidence Elena had never seen. Even Katherine held onto her man a little tighter when the witch entered the room. So when Damon dropped her off at their cottage around the back of the plantation like she was some cheap date he was trying to get rid of, she was highly irritated. Damon had never treated her this way before. She was always the center of his world. Which is why she trusted him so much. Even though she now felt a pang of jealousy towards Elijah's little brown witch, she wouldn't let it show. She kissed him goodbye, and headed to bed choosing to believe Damon's story about needing to return to the party because he was on duty tonight. Elijah needed him and Stefan just in case anything went wrong when the witch gained her powers.

Damon was a missionary man through and through. It didn't matter who he was fucking. He wanted her withering beneath him, and he wanted to see her face as he brought her to her peak. But when he returned to the party just in time to see Bonnie slowly grinding her perfect heart shaped ass against Klaus' crouch, he knew he'd be taking her from behind tonight. That ass was begging him for some attention. He quickly made his way to her just as the clock struck midnight.

She was expecting fireworks, but all she got was a slight buzzing feeling just beneath her skin. Instead of the feeling of receiving something huge, all she got was a mild warmth of something being awakened. Bonnie was disappointed. She didn't know what to expect at the strike of midnight, but this wasn't it.

"How do you feel?"

She heard Klaus whisper in her ear just as Damon approached.

"Fine." She answered back.

Klaus picked up on the disappointment in her tone.

" You may not feel any different, but you definitely smell different."

Bonnie made a face, so Klaus clarified.

"Stronger. You smell more powerful."

Bonnie glanced across the room as Elijah was raising his glass receiving a toast from men wearing suits almost as expensive as his. He smirked just before turning towards them and raising his glass again. Apparently everyone could smell her newly acquired power. And they were toasting Elijah as if he were the one that just inherited a shit-load of magic.

"Time for you to leave Love. Your intoxicating fragrance has the sharks circling" Klaus said.

Bonnie nodded. She was more than ready to go. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing at attention because of the way some of the younger vampires were staring at her.

"Allow me." Damon offered his arm.

"I'm allowing her." Klaus said sternly as he placed Bonnie's hand on Damon's arm.

"She deserves this." He continued. "But I have no control over Elijah, or his reaction when he finds out."

Bonnie felt the need to explain. Nothing passes Klaus' attention. Of course he picked up on her and Damon's sexual tension. "Klaus..." she started, but Klaus cut her off.

"You owe me nothing darling." He kissed her atop her head before whispering in her ear. "You deserve this."

Bonnie smiled brightly. "In another life... "

"Stop teasing!" Klaus laughed at their ongoing inside joke.

Damon took her hand, and lead the witch back up to her quarters stoically. Internally he was giddy, but his face betrayed nothing. He'd waited too long, and he wasn't about to fuck it up now.