THIS STONE IS FLAWLESS

I keep shooters up top in the F1 + A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to eff one

But I'mma eat them rap bitches when the chef come

Throw some fresh one's

Nature knew him no more.

The winds no longer bowed in his presence. He neither wielded to seas or entice the fires. His majestic mind control ceased to exist every time the doppelganger awoke from his forced slumber. Late in the darkness of night, when the sun no longer reared its omnipotent rays, he dropped his facade. Daylight ring tossed to the side, Silas stood outside of the Grill. Pavement crumbled under heavily crossed boots. Past vans and automobiles filling the parking lot, Silas observed people rushing into the packed bar.

Sandy eyes focused on the entrance of the Grill. One useless human after another rushed the glass corridors until... The Hybrid! Half Wolf- Half Demon, the one known as Niklaus moved swiftly through the parade of human cattle. His body was stiff, tense as if in a hurry. Silas observed him with a furrowed brow and clenched fists. The demon wolf may not be able to kill him but he could surely slow down the progression of the night.

It was best to avoid the powerful hybrid if possible.

Change of tactics: Capture, Woo, then Kill Bonnie Bennett.

...

Blood. Liquor. Sweat.

Vices of mankind - each liquid called forth the beast currently teetering at the edge of sanity. Together these vices formed a sickening stench, a rank aroma heavy and congested. Such a disgusting scent, it spread with the rapidity of the black plague: Seeped into the skin; buried deep into expanding pores and settled for eternity. It was a pandemic that oozed between the spaces of dancing bodies and led sinners to lustful escapades. Thus there was no surprise to find the morbid mixture amongst dancing mortals. More stunning was that the Mystic Grill was unusually packed tonight.

Nearly two hundred bar hoppers crowded the open dance floor, bodies colliding in seductive movements. Stiletto heels stomped against the floorboards whilst shimmering skirts caught and tossed a refraction of golden skylights. A row of twenty various ceiling lights flickered over the darkened party to the rhythm of the music. Bright rays shone over redbrick walling before descending into the crowd. Wide hips gyrated with equally accepting crotches. Some met chest to chest. Lean legs tangled together; hands raised to the ceiling.

Bare flesh rubbed frantically until fiery heat consumed them. Warmth made feminine bodies jelly and male forms as hard as 100 proof diamonds. Precipitation did little to deter the grinding youth and hipsters. Harsh beats caught the dancers in a drumming trance. Rhythms more hypnotic than Absolut and tangier than Jagermeister captured slithering figures. Klaus observed the drunk mortals; his prey for all intensive purposes. There was only one living breathing soul to call forth his attention - Bonnie Bennett.

Sifting through the gyrating crowded, the hybrid moved quickly. Vampire abilities allowed the Original to move through the massive group quick. His feet barely touched the ground. Like a ghost, he went unnoticed. Darkness dubbed him but a shadow amongst the party. Stealthy he cinched in and out of vision until there was only an intense blurb if not a static visual. Devil eyes shuffled the crowd until his gaze captured the most dangerous Bennett witch currently alive.

Eye contact - check. Asymmetrical smirk from cashmere soft lips - check. Enticing body language - double check.

It was at that very moment he realized: she'd been watching him since he'd arrived.

A boyish grin played at his jawline even as he slowed his walk. Swagger stretched the length of his muscular torso and his grey trench seemed much too constricting. Collar popped upright, his lanky form approached in delicious anticipation. Crystal irises dilated upon taking in her gorgeous clearance. The tiny witch propped against the brick wall behind the pool tables. She leaned against the pool stick rack, wearing a form fitting mini dress. Black long sleeves covered her arms and thick material hid her cleavage in a turtle neck.

But those caramel legs - to die for - were exposed.

Long and shapely, he imagined how soft they were. The way those smooth brown limbs would wrap around his waist as her long black mane would inevitably shower his conning expression. Inevitably - yes, he would have her.

This Bonnie, his Bonnie would be a challenge.

One he'd willingly accepted.

Dark waves cascaded down her arms and swished as only the daughter of Lilith could. Sensual curves moved with fluidity. Baby blues traced every slope: from full breasts to the smoothness of her calves. Yearning lingered under harsh fingertips even as she neared. Bonnie met her adversary just at the edge of the dance floor. Magnetic pull brought them into a comfortable fit, all of her molding into him. Such a surprising display, any one whom saw them might think they lovers.

Klaus' left hand grabbed her pensive wrist and spun her just as the music sped to a haunting tempo. Wind swept the dark beauty in a Tasmanian twirled, guiding her body into his arms. Tingles taunted her veins before settling in her heart. Pump-pump-pump... Palpitations hammered against her chest. Each beat pounded so harshly it made his hollow chest vibrate. The bicep of his left arm embraced the arch of her back, whilst his left hand deposited her arm around his neck.

"Beauty is thy name, love." A whispered grunt. "Deadly and copious as ever I presume."

Part of her wondered of his game but the other part, the growing wickedness, allowed his advances.

"Don't you ever forget that." Bonnie grabbed his jacket lapel in her left hand for balance, thigh spreading as his right leg crowded them. "so whatever you are up to, Klaus, I suggest you drop it. I don't have time for your games."

Beautiful curls whipped around in a circle as she began a seductive body roll. As her chest arched farther and farther away, her hips ground against his leg. Riding, bouncing against him as if he a Burma bull and she a rodeo queen. He watched her through hooded lids, knowing just how good she or at least her counterpart could be in the thralls of passion. Lust ravaged the very length of his anatomy, burned before becoming stone. Pressure pushed against the metal zipper of his jeans. Harsh tracks smashed dints into the thick muscle inflating with every movement.

"No games," He cooed, rocking his erection against her tummy. "I have a great need for a powerful witch and there is none more powerful than you." Adding a bit of truth, "I have met other Bennetts in New Orleans, it was kismet."

Swiveling over his growing arousal, want flooded her womb. The tent of his jeans nudged the upper portion of her pelvic area. Feeling his desire, her own peaked. It came to fruition in the form of wanton wetness coating her core. Sweet and tangy, her companion could damn near taste the sex settling between her thighs. Brazen eyes lifted to take in his rugged features. There was no masking the mutual attraction nor the mutual disdain. After all, they were indeed enemies but...

"You and I are Kismet," She snorted at his words. Yet, couldn't escape the sincerity in his eyes. And something else was there, pure NEED. Biting her lips, she decided to act. "Elijah and Katherine are attending to some business at the witch house."

In other words, they aren't here.

"How unfortunate." Perhaps Mystic Falls resident Bennett was indeed like her doppelganger in New Orleans. "I suppose I'll have to entertain you without their interruption. Pity." Huskily he implored, "I have no qualms of taking you here and now but if you'd prefer not to be a spectacle suggest a more intimate setting."

"Pool tables-"

The tiny witch was in his arms in the blink of an eye. Sex on the pool tables - perfect? Such blissful images blinded him from her oncoming trap. He barely noticed her wordless chant as he rounded an empty pool table. Soundlessly he deposited Bonnie on the floor. The sexy Bennett backed away from him shyly until she was against the wall. Klaus came for her. Firm hands reached for the beautiful witch only to freeze midair.

A sudden force rode up the handsome brute's body like an icy chill. Each muscle tightened painfully.

"Ugh!" Groans mixed with bitter growls. His inner flesh burned with ice cold scratches. An impenetrable shield separated the witch and the hybrid. Fighting to be near her, the hybrid was struck by her words. "You trotted ever so easily into that spell didn't you, Klaus. Thought I'd met up with a sick psycho like you unprepared? Try anything and I'll have your intestines wrapped around your neck like a noose."

Spell!? Damn deceitful little bitch.

Moments like this always reminded him why he hated this self righteous Bennett. Deeper scratches burrowed under his flesh like razor blades. One blink and a deeper cut pierced his flesh. It hurt like fucking hell. Cries bubbled in his throat as the witch approached. One step, two steps. Dirty combat boots carried the female towards her prisoner. With each encounter the hybrid was pushed back by some invisible force.

Towering appendages faltered backwards. He almost stumbled before his lower legs slammed into rim of the pool table. SMACK! Startled, Klaus couldn't compose himself when Bonnie slammed two hands against his chest. A loud Clap resonated before both hands matted to the overlay of his trench. Invisible fire irrupted inside the male's ribcage. Bloody gasoline torched the remainder of the hybrid inside out. Blazes rushed from undead lungs and seized his throat. Fire lit his tonsils until the heat was unbearable.

"BLOODY STOP!" Screams couldn't even begin to compare to the hurt overtaking aneurysms hit his head, triple in a row. Each migraine cut into his brain like a dull sword sawing a living victim. Scorching blood drizzled from his left nostril. "Fucking Witch, I've done nothing to you!"

Laughter. Music. Swallowing. Breaths.

The slightest sound caused his body to convulse. Shivers raced up and down his spine with each inner explosions. Massive hands banged into his head. Beating, pounding at the pain throbbing his temples. Punch after punch, twisted fingers slipped into flaxen shoots. Klaus gripped the roots of his golden mane. Anxiously he tugged, ripped out from the roots until patches filled his hands. Stabs tore his skull inside out and he wanted to bang his head into a wall.

"You exist." Simple and plain. Tiny phalanges curled against his chest. Magic strengthened as she bit out; "You need to see how powerful I am Klaus! You need to feel what just a pinch of my wrath feels like. Cross me and I'll turn you into ash."

"GrrrBloody CHRIST!" Tears couldn't be contained.

Salty droplets slipped down his cheeks. Bonnie's powers far surpassed what they once had. No longer was she a witch of parlor tricks and dalliances. Dark magic consumed her. Right before his eyes, black veins darker than vampire vessels began to claim she soft flesh. Jet black veins continued rising under the surface causing his body to ache with torture. "STOP THIS MAD-Ugh, MADNESS!"

Yet, nothing could be heard over the loud cantankerous crowd. Bonnie's smile transformed into a bitter laugh. "Haha, that's right you sick son a treacherous bitch, you better beg me."Her hands pulled away from his chest, instantly relieving the burning sensation. "No one is going to bully me anymore. Least of all you."

"Spiteful bint!" Roared through gritted teeth. His body sagged in a heap against the pool table. Both hands gripped the edge for stability. "You'll learn who deserves your respect and you will give it either by choice or by force."

"Go to hell." Bonnie gave him a wink. Tossing black waves over her shoulder, "You aren't worth the sass you throw out. See, I know about people like you. Bastards that no one wanted - not even your parents. I know 'cause I'm just like you." Pausing for a moment she studied his defeated features. "Only I'm better than you could ever be. You are worse than scum."

A flip switched within his dark psyche - anger replacing his fascination. No one spoke to him with such disrespect without consequence. He'd fucking rip the bloody trachea from that mouthy little bitch and shove her into a meat grinder for this tyranny. Revenge rapidly healed the enraged hybrid. Nevertheless, Klaus pretended to be less than perfect. Broad shoulders slumped into a hunch, unnecessary breaths for the living dead left his haggard body.

Right hand coming to his face, he wiped away the crimson stain trailing from his nose. "You win, love."

Dark brows arched in suspicion.

There was no way the big bad wolf would allow little riding hood to escape unscathed. However, Klaus' poker face was far more mastered than hers. Chiseled jaw slacked and his hand curved around his chin. Rubbing blonde whiskers, the hybrid nodded towards the exit.

Good, cower...Just as the witch turned to sashay away the Original pounced at her.

"You shall pay for that, love."

Dark lashes fluttered when both the devil's hands wrapped around her swan-like neck. "Pay bloody fucking dearly." Words like violence mimicked the pressure applied to her throat. Gargh! Choking gags wrenched from her mouth but Klaus hissed; "You will never rid yourself of my presence short of ending my life and your lovely little friends. Including my little Caroline."

At the name of his little pony, furious fingers jutted deeper against the hollow of her throat. Wolf claws contracted in a blink. Talons slice the flesh of her neck open slightly. Any closer and he would have tore a main artery. Bonnie barely had time to think when her body was flung backwards. Crassssh! Shoulders met brick in an earth-shattering crash. Shock stunned small shoulder blades following sheer anguish. Tiny athletic arms flailed out just as her knees gave way.

A thousand pounds of pain sent the Bennett witch downward. Unfortunately the grasp of his forceful grippers held her in place. Angrily, the hybrid lifted her from the wall only to slam her back down. Crassssh! Again. Crassssh! Air shot from her chest even as her head banged against the wall. Crassssh! And Again. Crassssh!

"AH!" Desperate wails slipped from her throat. Bricks punched her back repeatedly.

Pain laden landmines detonated all over her lower torso and bunched into spiked knots. Every inch of contact sent a sharp stab from her chest to her hip bones. Tears sprang from hazel greens just as her head bobbed back. Dizziness washed over her pounding head upon the last meeting with the brick wall. Crassssh! Klaus' menacing expression blurred into three faces. Fight or Flight kicked in before the witch could register.

Maximum power zipped from the centre of her cerebellum to the tips of extended digits.

Disorientation granted a misfire.

Game. Set. Match.

"STOP!" Electricity gathered and without thinking the little witch clapped her hands in the space between herself and the hybrid. Expression was the least of her worries with black magic coursing through her blood. It couldn't be controlled. "I CANT CONTROL IT!"

Green bolts of lightning tore through her palms and struck the hybrid. Fuck the Pain from before - his body went through a religious experience of agony. Every bone in his body crushed and stabbed through his flesh. His indestructible skeleton snapped in half before crumbling into dust within his baking flesh. His body lost all frame and structure - turned sublime but not before some transparent demon pitched his body over the pool tables.

Swoosh! Klaus' corpse sailed into party faster than vampire speed permitted. His entire body steamrolled onto the dance floor. A domino of dancers were smacked down by the Original's lanky figure. "HOLY SHIT!" Screams erupted from the crowd as more dancers crashed into each other. Legs faltered and alcohol spilled all over the place. Ragers added to the panic, racing from the dance floor. Others huddled together with their fist drawn ready for battle.

For far too many murders and disappearances happen in Mystic Falls.

From a distance, Bonnie was overwhelmed with emotions. Her new found powers were out of control. Hazel greens captured the disaster before her. Pandemonium broke out amongst the citizens. There was fear, screaming, running. Lights began to flicker into hues of green and red instead of their usual gold colouring. The tiny witch couldn't stop crying. Tears raced down her face and she began to sob.

Staring at her chaotic creation, the young Bennett wished more than anything she would have stayed dead. Snotty sniffles couldn't drown out the continued screams. Then she saw him, the hybrid who caused her attack. A head full of blonde curls popped up before flashing through the crowd. No. No... he was going to hurt her like her pseudo friends. Escape. She had to get out of there. Tiny feet fluttered as the little witch raced towards the back exit only a few feet away.

Ignoring all sense of safety, Bonnie pushed the green corridor open and welcomed the cold night's air. Breezes were cold against her burning flesh yet comforting. It carried the disgusting scent of garbage from the dumpster to the right of the exit. Rotten food and other assorted trash filled the dumpster almost completely to the top. Bonnie pushed past the garbage and down the alleyway. Blue illumination fell on the alley from the pale moon and lead her away from chaos.

Away from him.

Bonnie barely reached the end of the alley before Klaus appeared in front of her. Fatigue slowed her reaction time to a stumbling trot. Obviously she'd exerted too much dark energies in her earlier attack. Bonnie wiped away furious tears with her dress sleeves. She attempted to sidestep him, but the hybrid was faster than she. Stepping in her path, Klaus circled her like a vulture on fresh roadkill.

"I should slaughter you for that deceitful little display but that would be a waste of talents." Circling once more. "So much power you harness. If only you were able to wield them properly." Thinking of her strength, Klaus briefly relived the torture. "I've returned to save your wretched little neck from mediocrity and yet you play such immature sports with my affections."

Care couldn't be conjured with consciousness going in an out. Bonnie attempted to steady herself. "You don't have any affection for me, so don't try to manipulate me. I may be inexperienced but I know when someone is trying to seduce me. I guess you think because Caroline refuses you then you can have her sidekick."

"Thought never crossed my mind, love."

Pfft, plump lips blew a tired raspberry. "Sure. Look, Katherine and I already agreed to come to New Orleans with your brother so really you wasted time coming here. But now you know that I won't go down without a fight and I certainly wont be bowing to you..." Bitterly, "Niklaus."

The nerve of this silly little child.

Blurring towards her, furious hands gripped her neck. A forced gag resonated but Bonnie was rendered catatonic. It took a lot of poise to avoid ripping her throat from that sexy little silhouette. Better still, he squeezed the life from her. A soft scream echoed before she passed out. The tiny witch fell forward against her attacker. It took a moment for Klaus to realize what he'd done.

"Bloody fucking hell. You infuriating little bint." The hybrid released her throat, ignoring the purple bruises rising from brown sugar colouring. "You brought this on yourself. Oi, you are definitely not like your counterpart."

The blonde Original allowed the young witch to fall into his arms. Hoisting her over his shoulder, Bonnie dangled from several feet above the ground. Klaus lightly patted her bottom, massive hands pulling at her skirts to keep them from flying up. Something inside him tensed at a random sound. It was only a flutter, a movement opposite the wind. A lesser demon might have ignored it but not the dark prince himself.

Vampire speed fled the scene - perfectly aware someone was following.

xxx

"I want to meet with him alone first." Bonnie nodded to Katherine. "He needs to know not to screw with us before we go anywhere with him."

Determination etched her brow and the senior vampire rolled her eyes in annoyance. The last thing she needed was for Bonnie to go off alone with Klaus. He was the root of all her problems and had a fantastic way of turning people against her. Just look at how he'd managed to corrupt Elijah. Her precious, loyal Elijah - a man whom stood at the doorway of the witch house. His heavenly body towered on the ascending staircase. There he reluctantly sent his brother a text message to meet the witch.

Hopefully she wouldn't kill him or vice versa.

The feminine Vamp popped her lips, "Its not like we have a choice, Bon-Bon. Last I checked there was a psychotic warlock with a hard-on for killing us both." Chocolate eyes roamed the witch; "Besides, you aren't fit to even scratch the guy. You need to be saving your strength after all the shit we have had to deal with. I could use a spa day away from this crappy town."

"I can handle myself." Bonnie pushed past Katherine. "Just make sure nothing happens to Jeremy."

"Whatever."

Katherine stuffed the moaning human into a burlap sack. Thick rope wrapped around the entire length of his body. It bunched around his dirty faded jeans, tied his hands and hung around his shoulders. A nice cloth gag filled the space in his mouth. The little human blinked back tears as the vampire pulled the sack over his head. Katherine tied a ice little bow over the large peanut sack. Using one arm, she lifted the kid from the ground - bag and all.

The other hand opened the white stolen mini-van from behind. Causally, she tossed the young Gilbert boy into the van. He flew five feet before hitting the metal partition dividing the seats and the spacious trunk. BAM! It was loud and the van shook slight. A small groan was released but the brunette ignored it. Katherine slammed the door shut with little regard to the passersby. Passersby who left the roadside diner just as it turned 11:00pm with eyes glued to the kidnapper.

"Keep your mouth shut unless you'd like to be next."Katherine exposed her fangs causing several onlookers to run off. Stooping, she picked up a gallon sized red jug. It fit perfectly under her right arm where it was tucked securely. "Nosy humans."

Dusting away any grime, the sexy siren rubbed her hands together. Those same hands smoothed down her black leather cat suit, still balancing her gas jug. Time to entertain the stupid gang of Mystic Falls. Beauty left the sidewalk and entered the local IHop with the shove of her shoulder against the glass entrance. It was as bare as it was empty. The bright white walls were covered with pictures of famous celebrities. Following the images down the wall, she spotted the clone and the loser Salvatore seated at the farther corner of the diner.

A small dark skinned waitress came up behind her, "Table for one miss?"

A grin crossed the vampire's sexy lips, "No thanks, I see my little frienemies."

Vampire hearing alerted both Damon and Elena of Katherine's presence. The queen bitch strutted from the waitress towards the seated vampires. Elena's face was ice cold while Damon wore one of those eye bulging expressions. Did this arsehole think he was sexy? Well, he was but nobody compared to her Elijah. Thinking of him made her mouth fill with schoolgirl giggles. Click, clack, click... high heels stabbed divots into the floor as she approached - all too jovial. Click, clack, click...

Oozing sex, the bad ass vampire came to stand before the two younger undead. Both sat without anything except three beer bottles: one for Elena, Damon and... The oldest Salvatore pushed the drink towards the standing vampire. Katherine stared down at the gesture. Slowly, she pulled her red jug from her arm. Curious gazes watched her lower it to the table beside her drink. Flawless movement placed the wicked vampire into the opposing red booth.

Plastic seating matted to her leather outfit and the vampire picked up her bottle.

"Car trouble?" Damon asked, black feathered locks dipping into his face. "I didn't know you drove."

"Woman of many talents, Sweetie." She brought it to her nose, sniffed."No Vervain, goody."

"Of course not." Damon teased. She took a big gulp as Elena eyed her. "Where are they, Katherine?!"

"Who?"

"Don't play with us!" Anger rose as Elena's volume increased. One of the three waitresses behind the counter cooking stared nervously at the threesome. For his part, Damon took another sip. He was visibly proud of his girlfriend. "This isn't a game you spiteful hag. You turned Bonnie against us and took Jeremy and Caroline. Give them back, you-"

"Oh, go eat one of my leftover Salvatore dicks, clone."

Elena's mouth dropped open just as Damon spit out his beer. Puffft! Brown liquid shot over the table. Their curly haired adversary leaned over the table slightly. That sexy smile Damon was once enamored with crept forward. A menacing laugh followed and both younger vampires couldn't hide their worry.

"Listen up you two, the only reason I'm giving either of you the time of day is simply because I'm bored. And... " Eying Damon. "I wanted to give the both of you a fair opportunity to get off me and Bon-Bon's jock! For some reason she is very adamant on keeping you alive but me-" flipping her hair; "I wouldn't mind playing terminator."

"Enough!" Damon slammed his bottle against the ivory table. Glass cracked but Katherine barely flinched. Evil blue eyes glared at the vixen before them. Even Elena trembled at her boyfriend's anger. "Shut up and tell us where they are, bitch. We get that you have nothing better to do than stealing our friends but-"

"Pardon?" Curls shook with mirth - was she laughing? "You either want me to shut up or talk... which one, Dammi."

Chocolate brows wiggled flirtatiously. This bitch was eye fucking her boyfriend in her face. Elena smacked the table. CLAP! Vampire strength shook the wooden table all the way to its legs. It rocked over the red cement tiled floors. Both Katherine and Damon looked at the angry newborn. Elena hissed, "We will kill you if we have to. You think you can just come in here and try to ruin my life because you're bored. You will end up dead-"

"You could try and while you do that I'll go ride the unicorn I have parked outside."

"Ha," The eldest Salvatore caught a chuckle mid-laugh. His girlfriend elbowed him in the side bitterly. Ouch! "This is not a game Katherine. Why do you think its okay to play with lives. Don't you know how it feels to lose all the people..."

Bored. Record - Play - Rewind - Repeat. The little Gilbert Clone was like a broken record Katherine no longer desired to hear. On and on the doppelganger ranted. Her sickeningly sweet voice drowned in and out: "Well I love them, don't you see." Some more ramblings about feelings. Words became Charlie Brown blahs in Katherine's selective hearing. Who knew this clone could talk about herself so much? It was exhausting to listen too. Hell, it was tiring to smell her doublemint gum as she breathed.

Irritation set in even as the clone pleaded, "Jeremy is innocent." More annoying was Damon's coddling. Both leather covered arms wrapped around the seated doppelganger. He laid a comforting forehead against her shoulder. Fucking pussy. From zero to sixty, annoyed to irate, Katherine began to tap her fingers against the table. Tap, tappity-tap. Neither noticed the agitated trait nor did it deter Elena from pleading her case.

"And if you give them back we can find a way to get Elijah back..."

Oh really?

That was enough for the original doppelganger.

Katherine fingers abandoned the table and found residence on the flute of her beer bottle. All 5 digits wrapped around the empty container. Picking it up, the vampire gripped it hard. In the distance, Elena's voice still droned on. Katherine slammed the base of the beer bottle against the edge of the table. Crasssh! Glass shattered against the force of the blow. Shards sprayed all over the table. Jagged edges created a deadly glass shank.

"Yawn!" The vampire queen lunged half her body over the table. The Tag team Known as Delena had little time to react. Damon attempted to catch her by the arm but the original doppelganger slashed through his fingers never ceasing the fluid movement. All four appendages fell off like sausages and the older Salvatore let out a deranged cry. "AHHH! YOU BITCH!"

Elena's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as crimson fountains shot from the nubs of her boyfriend hands. Damon grabbed his hand, crying as he began to puke on the side of the table. Bones was exposed around torn skin. Behind the scenery, the waitresses let out a series of screams. Katherine wasted no time bringing the jagged shard across her clone's throat. Dull glass punctured her airway before slashing through her trachea and down the side. Instantly, withered hands went to her neck for the second time in two weeks.

Thick blood bubbled from the wound and leaked through the creases of her finger. Elena's head turned icy blue, body shivering. It spasmed, fell forward onto the table in trembles. The table top shook, gasoline jug nearly crashing. Quickly, Katherine swooped it up with her left arm. Her right hand twirled glass in her finger tips. Its danced slightly before the evil vampire daggered it towards Damon's head. Just as he lifted it to wipe away his bile, the shard collided with his temple.

He hit the table head first - POW!

It was a loud thud. The waitresses screamed more but were too petrified to move. Behind the murderous vampire, they cowered at the counter. Part of them knew running would only end with the vampire killing them. No one wanted to be murdered. Katherine stood with her jug, eyes roaming the table. Both unconscious vampire's black essence covered the surface. It was a lake of blood. Spread like spilled milk along a stone walkway.

"I told you both to stop being so damn annoying." The vampire queen snapped. She snatched her jug from under her arm and turned its yellow nozzle towards the floor. Gasoline fumes followed clear gas flowing to the floor. "Well, if you survive this I'll give you a cookie."

High heels turned gracefully, walking down the aisle of the IHop slowly. Singing lightly, "Bound to fall in love;" Thinking of her Elijah, "All those other guys lame and i know it now..."

Every step, more gasoline hit the floor. Splashes flopped on the surface. In a dance, the vampire tossed gasoline along the tables. It drenched the counter tops and the women behind the registers huddled even closer together in tears. The beautiful vampire came before them, pouring more fuel over the counter. A head full of dark curls directed the ladies towards her. One by one they each came to stand before the baddest bitch in Mystic Falls.

Charcoal eyes enticed them all into a hypnotic stare. She moved like a snake, slithered between women from the other side of the counter. "If you want to live, you bitches will grab your shit and get the hell out of here. You saw nothing but a crazed man burn down the diner. He let you live out of generosity." Growling, "GrrrBye-bye."

No sooner did the words leave her mouth, the women raced from the diner. It was a sight to see, not that Katherine cared. She discarded the remaining remnants of her jug at the door. The Vampire tossed the jug from petite hands. Carefully, she pulled a matchbook from her suit pockets. Hilton Hotel it read. Giggling, she flipped the book open. Two rows of matches lined the book. Katherine pulled five from the top row.

Flipping the booklet, the original doppelganger scrapped the matches. Five flames lit up and the wicked woman tossed them to the floor. Gasoline immediately began to simmer. Golden rays shot up, rushing down the trail of fuel. Katherine watched the blazes head towards the still unconscious vampires. Evil etched her beautiful brown eyes and she turned on her heels - stupid Damon and Clone.

At least she didn't have to kill sweet, loyal Stefan.

Shrugging, the brunette turned on her heels and strutted out the door.

Katherine Pierce gave no fucks.

xxx

"Put me down."

Her demand was so commanding Klaus obeyed immediately. Beside, if he had to get dirty she may as well suffer as well. They'd taken to the sewers; treking through feces and more rancid discharge. The tunnel was dark, only lit by distant light poles. Small rays slipped into the underground tunnel and spread over ankle high water. Jelly soft fungus spread over the walls to which rats feasted. Their presence did little to frighten the rodents.

No, they munched - teeth gnawing at the fungi. Everything stunk but the twosome stuck together. Klaus' hybrid sensory allowed him a clear vision of their surrounds. To both their chagrins, they were forced to hold hands in order to escape Silas. The son of a bitch had been tracking them for hours. Fortunately he wasn't at his full power and couldn't sense them amongst the sewage - LUCKY, not.

"Care to explain to me why Silas is roaming around here free?" The blonde tugged the tiny brunette around a corner. Water splashed up on her legs. Bonnie shivered, both disgusted to be in the sewer and holding this creep's hand. Klaus continued, "I thought the lot of you gave up the bloody pretense of freeing that wanker. Couldn't get enough of murdering innocents the way you did KOL and his entire bloody line, aye?!"

Bitterness resurfaced and he yanked her down the path harshly. Her arm nearly popped out its socket but she was too tense to retaliate. Bonnie's magic had been behaving erratically. She couldn't risk facing Silas without all the power available to her. Knowing Klaus, he would leave her alone to battle said lunatic. Niklaus wasn't the noblest of men that was for sure.

"Kol wasn't innocent," Bonnie muttered. To which Klaus squeezed her hand so hard she yelped. "Son of a..." She pulled away from him. Angrily he turned on her, fangs bearing. "I should kill the lot of you or better yet serve you all to Silas. You murdered my brother in cold blood, don't think I have forgotten-"

"I didn't murder your brother!" She didn't know why she was explaining herself. Pointed finger shoved into his chest. "I had no beef with Kol. Besides him trying to choke the life out of me, I never wanted him dead. I was just trying to do what needed to be done to save my friends."

Hindsight's a bitch - as if reading her thoughts: "Oi, yeah and how did that work out for you, love." Turning, the male extended his hand once more. "I believe you didn't intend to harm, Kol. Truce?"

Bonnie took his hand, "Just get us out of here."

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Elijah awaited patiently outside the witch house with a seated Caroline. The blonde sat on her bum, playing with various patches of grass. In the darkness, she appeared even more childlike. Small, innocent, Elijah wondered exactly what Bonnie and Katerine had planned for the little infant vampire. Those two were an unlikely duo but their wrath was to be feared. Especially with the two powerful women working together.

Speaking of Katerina; she was supposed to be getting Jeremy stowed away properly before coming back for he and Caroline. Whatever Katerina was up too, she should have been back two hours ago. Now 1:46 A.M. the Original was beginning to become concerned. What if Katherine had run off with Bonnie? Neither female trusted him or his brother, albeit they hadn't exactly been upstanding gentlemen.

Elijah refused to lose Katerina again.

Never.

Bright eyes noticed various movement in the bushes. Caroline seemed none the wiser but Elijah felt his fist bawl. Someone was watching them. Perfectly styled hair met with disheveled hands. The handsome man stalked towards the forestry ahead. His voice was stern, direct -"Reveal yourself."

A familiar image moved out of the shadows.

"Stefan," Elijah's eyes narrowed. "You have no business here."

The youngest Salvatore raised his hands in surrender, "I've come to join your side."

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tbc

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