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IT was a seemingly ordinary afternoon in Mystic Falls.
The sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden hue on the quiet streets of the small town, a deceptive calm before the storm.
On one side of town, inside the grand Mikaelson mansion, Bonnie Bennet sat stiffly, her dark eyes glaring daggers at the Original Hybrid, Klaus Mikaelson.
He lounged before her like a king upon his throne, his posture regal, yet maddeningly relaxed.
His right leg crossed over his left, his arms draped along the back of the oversized couch as though he owned the entire world. An innocent smile tugged at his lips, but there was nothing truly innocent about it.
His dimples deepened with amusement, though his sharp blue eyes glinted with a subtle, dangerous warning.
Bonnie's fingers itched to cast a spell, to give him the aneurysm she knew he deserved, but she held herself in check. It wouldn't be wise to provoke him here, not when he seemed to be toying with her for his own amusement.
"Tell me, little witch," Klaus drawled in that smooth, accented voice of his, "how much longer do you plan on sulking in silence? Just start with the bloody spell already."
Bonnie's jaw clenched. "As long as it takes to stop wanting to strangle you," she shot back coldly.
His grin widened, as if her hostility only fueled his amusement. He leaned forward slightly, a glimmer of menace flashing beneath the charm. "Do try. It might be fun."
Meanwhile, across town, Caroline Forbes stood with Elena Gilbert and Matt Donovan, their hushed conversation tense as they gathered around the town square.
They were discussing the new discovery that had shaken them all: the existence of the white oak stakes, the only weapon capable of killing the Mikaelsons. Specifically, Klaus.
Caroline's voice lowered to a near whisper. "We need to figure out what to do next. These stakes... they're dangerous."
"More dangerous than we've ever realized," Elena agreed, glancing nervously around.
Matt, standing with arms crossed, nodded grimly. "If Klaus finds out about them..."
Before they could finish their thought, they spotted a tall, familiar figure moving through the streets.
Finn Mikaelson, the oldest of the Original siblings, walking alongside a striking redhead. Sage. The two of them looked engrossed in conversation, but the mere sight of them sent a chill through the group.
