awake

                                    

                                          
I wake up groggy, my head heavy and my body still numb from whatever drugs they’d pumped into me. The room is dim, the faint light from the window filtering through the curtains, casting everything in a hazy blur. But something isn’t right. I feel a presence—someone’s here. My heart pounds as I blink, trying to clear the fog from my mind.
Tyler? My vision sharpens, and I see him standing at the edge of the bed, watching me. His expression is calm, too calm, and for a moment, I’m paralyzed with confusion. What the hell is Tyler doing in my room?
"Tyler?" I manage to croak out, my voice weak, still hoarse from everything that happened. He steps closer, reaching out to touch my face. I flinch, too confused to react properly.
"Bonnie..." he says softly, his fingers brushing against my cheek, but there’s something about the way he says my name. Something that doesn’t match. It’s not Tyler’s voice—or rather, it is, but the way he speaks, the cadence, the tone—it's wrong.
I furrow my brow, trying to sit up, but I’m still too weak. "What are you doing here?"
He sighs, stepping even closer. "It’s me, Bonnie... Klaus."
My mind blanks for a moment, and I can’t process what he just said. "What? No, you’re Tyler..." I shake my head, trying to push the confusion away, but it lingers. "What the hell are you talking about?"
His eyes meet mine, and there’s something terrifyingly familiar in them—something I’d only ever seen in Klaus. He gives me a small, almost sad smile. "When I died... when Alaric staked me, you did something, Bonnie. You transferred my consciousness into Tyler’s body."
My heart skips a beat, my blood running cold. "What?" I whisper, still not fully understanding what’s happening. I sit up fully now, the room spinning around me. "That... that’s not possible. I—"
"You did it," Klaus—Tyler—whatever he is, insists, his voice firm. "You must have done it without realizing. Your magic, it saved me. Transferred me into Tyler before my body combusted."
I stare at him, mouth agape, still unable to process. My head spins faster, the weight of it all crashing into me. Klaus... in Tyler? My heart races as the realization sinks in, but I’m still in disbelief. "This... this can’t be real."
"It’s real," he says, stepping closer until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his face inches from mine. "I’m still here. You saved me, Bonnie."
Tears well up in my eyes as the weight of his words sinks in. Klaus isn’t gone. He’s still here, somehow—inside Tyler’s body. But... what about—
I suddenly clutch my stomach, panic flashing through me. "The baby—" My voice cracks. "Is it okay?"
Klaus—Tyler—nods, his hand gently resting over mine on my stomach. "Thw baby is fine, love," he whispers, and there’s something so familiar in the way he says it that my heart aches.
I start to sob, all the fear and grief I’ve been holding in spilling out uncontrollably. Klaus—or whoever he is now—reaches out, pulling me into his arms, and for a moment, I allow myself to fall apart.
"I thought I lost you," I whisper through my tears. "I thought I lost you both."
His hand smooths over my hair, his touch so soft, so gentle. "You didn’t lose me, Bonnie. I’m still here."
I cling to him, tears streaming down my face, the relief mixing with the heartbreak. It’s too much. Too much to take in all at once. Klaus, my baby... everything. I pull away slightly, my mind still racing. "And Elena?" I ask, my voice trembling as I try to make sense of it all. "What happened to her?"