[ Klaus Mikaelson FanFic ]
[ The (not so) Secret Syphon ]
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A Story about a girl who ran away from her coven at a young age and decided to travel wherever she pleased.
When moving ba...
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"You want another one?"
"I'm good, thanks." Bonnie replies with a small smile on her face. "I might head home soon and I don't think I could walk home drunk." She added, pushing the small shot glass back towards Elizabeth on the bar table.
"Alright, more for me." The Syphon shrugs, making sure she couldn't spot her manager before downing the shot in one.
After the pair helped Klaus to unlink his siblings, Elizabeth decided that it was best if Bonnie slept at her apartment, as she was clearly still shaken up and upset. It slightly helped as Bonnie seemed much happier than the day before, but she could still tell that it was bothering still her.
When they woke up, Eliza realised she had a shift at the grill, so she invited Bonnie to join her and they were now sneakily drinking shots that Elizabeth was making for free. This was easy as the grill was quite empty as it was early in the morning.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I feel like I should've stuck up for you more. Klaus had no right to threaten Jeremy like that." Elizabeth said as she gave Bonnie an apologetic look.
"It's not your fault. I don't think you could've done much in that situation. Klaus is just so—" Bonnie paused as she tried to think of a word.
"Unpredictable?"
"Yeah, that's one word to describe him." Bonnie said with a sigh. "I mean, let's talk about yesterday. One minute he was joking around with you and then the next he was threatening to kill my Mom. The guy is crazy." Bonnie rambled, not noticing as Elizabeth focused her attention on a tall figure slowly walk up behind her.
"Ahh!" The voice shouted from behind Bonnie, making her jump and look behind her quickly, giving her whip lash in the process.
Travis stood with a smile on his face, happy that he managed to scare the witch. He had his normal black leather jacket, which Elizabeth was still convinced to be one of Damon's, and he had a plain white T-shirt under.
"Ladies. Day drinking are we? Count me in." He said as he slid next to Bonnie and rested his arms up on the bar.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her friends childish behaviour. "Oh no. It's you." She sarcastically commented and smirked slightly when she saw his grin drop at her comment. "Bonnie, you've met Travis before, right?"
"Not properly. I remember seeing you around school when Elizabeth used to go there. But that was a few years ago." She said. "Now I just know you as the kid Damon helped and turned."
