"I hate my subconscious so much," Bonnie mumbled to herself.
Zander was gazing down at Shay with a small smile, giving her that adoring look that was supposed to be reserved for Bonnie alone. As Bonnie watched, he ran his hand gently over Shay's cheek, tipping her face toward him. Change it! Bonnie inwardly screamed at herself as Shay's and Zander's lips met in a soft, lingering kiss.
Before she could focus, though, everything went black for one second, and she felt a powerful, painful yank as she was torn from the dream. When her eyes opened, she was somewhere new, a breeze ruffling her curls. And watching her, standing alarmingly close, his face alight with laughter, was Klaus.
"Hello, little redbird," he said. "Isn't that what Damon used to call you?"
"How do you know that?" Bonnie said suspiciously. "And where am I, anyway?" The wind rose, blowing strands of hair across her face, and she shoved them back.
"I've been having a good rummage around in your mind, redbird," Klaus said. "I can't get to everything yet, but I can pick up bits and pieces." He smiled widely and engagingly. He'd be quite handsome, really, Bonnie thought wildly, if he weren't so obviously insane. Klaus went on. "That's why I picked this place to have our chat."
Bonnie's head cleared a little, and she looked around. They were outdoors, on a tiny platform sheltered by an arched cupola. In every direction, a blue expanse spread out, and far below, a touch of green. Oh, jeez. They were somewhere really high.
Bonnie hated heights. Forcing herself to look away from the long drop on every side, she stayed still, in the middle of the platform, as far as possible from the sides, and glared up at Klaus. "Oh, yeah?" she said. It wasn't the best line, but it was the best she could manage under the circumstances.
Klaus smiled cheerfully. "One of the pieces I came across was your memory of the orientation tour of campus. They offered to take you up in the bell tower, didn't they? But you said" - and suddenly an eerie echo of Bonnie's voice rose up all around them, joking, but with a touch of actual fear - "'No way, Jose, if I go up that high I'll have screaming nightmares for a week!'" As the memory of Bonnie's voice died away, Klaus grinned. "And so I thought this might be a good place for our heart-to-heart."
Bonnie remembered the incident on the tour vividly. The bell tower, the highest spot on campus, was a popular place, but Bonnie couldn't look at it without her stomach clenching up. Zander and his friends liked to party on the rooftops of buildings, but rooftops tended to be a lot bigger than the bell tower, and there Bonnie could stay away from the edges. Plus, at those parties, she'd had big, reassuring, protective Zander with her, which made all the difference.
Still, she wasn't going to let Klaus see he was getting to her. Crossing her arms defiantly, she carefully looked only at Klaus. "I was kidding on the tour," she lied. "I just didn't want to climb all those stairs."
"Interesting," Klaus said, his smile widening, and then he raised his hands. He didn't touch Bonnie, but she found herself suddenly skidding back away from him, as if he was pushing her very hard. Her back collided at last with the railing at the edge of the platform, and she let out a helpless little whoof of air.
"Don't lie to me, redbird," Klaus said softly, walking toward her. "I can smell your fear."
Bonnie clenched her teeth and said nothing. She did not look behind her.
"Tell me Elena's secret, little bird," Klaus said, his voice still soft and coaxing. "You're her witch, so you must know. Why couldn't I kill her in the battle? Did you do something?"
"No idea. Maybe your knife was dull," Bonnie quipped.
She squeaked involuntarily as her feet suddenly left the ground. She was - oh, God - dangling in midair like a puppet suspended by invisible strings. Then those strings yanked her backward, her ankles banging painfully against the top of the railing as she was swept powerlessly out to hang in empty space. Bonnie caught one terrifying glimpse of the campus far below her before she slammed her eyes shut. Don't let me fall, she prayed. Please, please. Her heart was pounding so hard she couldn't breathe.
"You know, they say that if you die in your dreams, you really die in your bed," Klaus said softly, sounding like he was right next to her. "And I can tell you from personal experience that the saying's quite true." He let out a low, sickeningly excited laugh. "If I drop you, they'll be picking pieces of you out of your bedroom walls for weeks," he said. "But it doesn't have to come to that. Just tell me the truth and I'll let you down gently. I promise."
Bonnie clenched her eyes and her jaw shut tighter. Even if she were willing to betray Elena - which she wasn't, she never would, no matter what, she told herself firmly - she didn't believe Klaus would keep his promise. She remembered dazedly how Vickie Bennett had died, though, at Klaus's hands. She'd been torn to shreds, her blood spattered like a kid had swung around a can of red paint in her pink room. Maybe Klaus had killed Vickie in her dreams.
Klaus chuckled, and the air around Bonnie shifted again.
"What's going on?" a confused, frightened, and oh-so-familiar voice asked. Bonnie's eyes snapped open.
Next to her in midair dangled Zander. All the color was bleached out of his face, so that his wide, terrified eyes looked even more impossibly blue than usual. He was grasping at empty air with both hands, struggling to find something to hold on to.
"Bonnie?" he croaked. "Please, what's going on?"
"Your girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend, is refusing to tell me something I want to know," Klaus told him. Klaus was seated on the railing of the bell tower, his own legs dangling off the side. He smiled at Zander. "I thought if I brought you in, you might provide some incentive for her."