The Flame that lit the Bayou Ablaze
Chapter 1- The Treaty of Truce
R-T
* PROLOGUE *
"NO! NO!" Bonnie ran to his side, feeling his face and banging on his chest. The streets were damp of humidity and liquor. Drunken people filled the streets just hours ago. But at five am, Bonnie was desperately trying to revive him. "No..." she cried. "Wake up. Damnit! Just wake up. Please." Tears stream down her cheeks, and she grabbed his face, feeling the colder than cold feeling of his rock hard skin, and the lackluster of his beautiful melanin, dimming to a paled out olive complexion, and sunken at the cheeks and eye sockets. The streets were filled with night walkers, and day walkers alike, watching the sad scene play out. Witches of the Quarter surrounded the two of them and started chanting as the peaking of light hit the horizon.
Lucy and Emily rushed through a crowd, after pulling up in their car. Both women searching desperately for Bonnie, as the full moon disappeared slowly from bright white, to red.
"BB!" Her cousin called out. "BB?" She pushed through the crowd, and Emily trailed her. Bonnie was hovered over the still body of a medium sized, once brown-skinned man. They both held hands above him and chanted.
Praesidio Sanguine
Praesidio Sanguine
Praesidio Sanguine
Lucy and Emily uniting in chant, trying to use their powers to protect the blood of the deceased. But, Bonnie shouted towards them, to stop, because she realized he had no blood left in his body. "Stop. It won't work."
Both women, confused, looked at her. "Bonnie, what-" when Bonnie pulled away from his body, Emily saw sunken cheeks and eye sockets. "Oh, my..."
"Confluere. Please." Bonnie wanted to converge them, so she could give him some blood. He was completely drained. Clean from the collar, and his chest carved viciously. The Prince of the Quarter, the leader of the Pure Bloods, was dead in the streets of New Orleans. "Confluere...!"
Lucy wanted to help, but knew they couldn't. She hesitated, unable to think straight. "We... we... can't. BB we need more of the coven."
"Just do it! Please. Just try."
"No. Bonnie we can't. It could kill you."
"We can. I know we can." She cried. "You have to trust me, Emily. I'm stronger than you think I am."
"No." Emily said without question.
"Em!" Bonnie turned to her crying.
"No." She shook her head regretfully. "I'm sorry, but, I can't let you Bonnie."
"Em. Queaso?" She pleaded, painfully, and agonizingly.
"No, doleo baby sis." Bonnie's mouth shook coated in tears, and stress. She collapsed onto him, trying to revive him. But he was dead. There was no chance of revival without a convergence.
The witches of the Quarter continued to guard the three Bennett Witches, from the possibility of supernatural rioting in the streets. Night walkers on one side, day walkers on the other. Fangs ascended, growls grew fiercely, and fists began clenching. The moon was suddenly Blood Red, as the sun poked slightly at the horizon, and the howling from the wolf packs rumbled into the silence in the streets. At this point, the young witch's body temperature was that of an inferno.
***** END of PROLOGUE *****
Chapter 1 - Treaty of Truce
Bonnie finished cleaning her old apartment. She'd grabbed the last few things, and wiped down walls. Standing in her faded black skinny jeans, and combat boots, topped off by a teeny tiny grey tank, and her light brown hair in a bun. She wiped the sweat off her face, using her forearm, while her other arm held a towel, and was perched on her hip.
"I hate those boots." He grunted, looking down at her feet.
"I know." She grinned. "But, I love them, and will keep wearing them."
"Hm." He grunted again, his time shaking his head.
"I actually hate, that grunt you do."
"What grunt?"
"The one, where I say something, and you do that. 'Hm' and hunch your shoulders, like 'oh she got some damn nerve. She better gone somewhere.' Little thing you do, Cello."
"Hm." He bit his lips, shaking his head again acting oblivious to her. Bonnie stood in place, waiting for him to apologize or make eye contact so she could roll her eyes. But he instead turned, and walked away.
"That's why... I'm gonna wear these til the soles fall off."
"Okay. If you say so." He said nonchalant. "I'm going to return the key to the manager. I'll meet you by the car."
"Pft. Fine." She rolled her eyes to herself. Once more wiping the sweat off her forehead with her forearm, and poking her hip out. A Distraction forced her to sit the towel in her hand down, and Bonnie grabbed and looked at the cell phone, when it vibrated in her back pocket. Nik: We need to talk.
She quickly deleted it, and checked her other messages. She tried to ignore him as often as she could to focus on her new life. The one thing from the past she had a hard time letting go of was her aunt. The last she'd received from her Tia Q or Quetsiyah was a year ago. She never had the heart to delete it. Instead, she periodically glanced at her phone, to reread it. But no time for that today as Lucy, and Abby both texted her.
Luce: Need a grls nite ASAP cuzzy
Momma: Sweetie, your sister needs your car this weekend.
Momma: She says you won't return her calls.
Momma: Bonnie?
Momm: You ignoring me too?
Momma: Bonnie Sheila Bennett
Luce: My Titi Ab keeps callin me. Plz call ur momma BB
She offered the atmosphere a heavy sigh, before she returned the phone to her back pocket, even though it barely fit in those tight jeans. She looked out the window and saw two bikers walk out to their bikes, from the management office.
"New tenants?" She mumbled to herself staring longer. One guy had perfectly gelled sandy brown hair, and the other had a looser style of Raven locks, neatly trimmed. Both pretty pale, and serious looking. Both in leather jackets. "Day walkers. Hm." She caught herself making her boyfriend's familiar, annoying grunt. "Oh, God. There I go." Grabbing her purse and closing all the windows, she felt another buzz in her pocket.
Nik: I need you
Bonnie: U know I can't. Sorry
Nik: My mum is ill. Plz. SHE needs you.
"Fuck." She knew they shouldn't be alone together. They were too toxic and lust-ridden. He was her first, and because of this, their relationship was complicated. She thought she knew everything when she was dealing with him. But, she was young and naive, when she allowed such a dangerous man into her heart. She had little will power when it came to him. Because, he did what he wanted when he wanted.
And in these moments, she wondered. How would she be able to get past Marcel, to get to Nik, and help Esther. She had to allow, Marcel to think it was business, which meant she had to lie. She didn't like lying to Marcel. And even though, she's never cheated on Marcel, no one knew about she and Nik in the past. Besides Rebekah, and Elijah. Her secret life, became her secret lie.
.O.
These days, life in NOLA, compared to the days when witches and vampires were in hiding, or when witches and vampires were at war, this town became a paradise for a supernaturals. They owned the streets. Life was good, as long as the peace stayed. And Bonnie's life, was peaceful right now. When she wasn't with Nik. Besides, Marcel was the better choice. He'd always been the better choice.
It was far from a quiet town. By day it was a cultural invasion of the Afro-Carribean, Creole, and European nature. And lately, more and more latin people were cultivating a love for the historical city also. A city that became a melting pot, was colorful and bright. It became representation of the strife of life after the natural disasters destroyed the once architecturally flavorful town, and how the people's good spirits, redecorated it, with culture. But, by night, an infestation of the supernatural sort took over. Vampire and witches alike, run the town from every aspect. It took a lot of compromise to calm the chaos.
Everything gradually went from chaotic to peaceful, when the Bennett Witches offered a treaty of peace.
A town once run by witches, was soon invaded by night walkers. And once the Original family came back after years of desertion, the outbreak of vampire attacks on humans increased, and the supernatural count quickly outgrew the human one.
For years, Marcel Gerard ran the city, through an underground movement of vampires who owned the nights. Some would say a gang, but they were all family. They called themselves Pure Bloods. Pure Bloods were vampires, which only walk among the night. They weren't hybrids, or day walkers. They were a pure vampire, and even slept in underground bungalows. But while, they were Pure Bloods, they were peaceful night walkers, with one mission, to live in the city they called home. They only raised ruckus on weekends. But, they had loyalty to the witches. The witches were even kind enough to agree to them staying so long as they didn't attack the humans of the NOLA.
They had to hunt outside of NOLA, because the people of NOLA had been through enough after hurricane Katrina. And as they co-existed, the Bennett's quietly focused on their magic, rather than the outlying control of the Quarter. They insisted to reside peacefully in the Bayou, where nature was their home.
...
When the Mikaelsons had worn their welcome everywhere else, they decided to come back to NOLA, and take control. That's when the tides changed. The Mikealsons were the original family of New Orleans, back before it was even Salem. When they came back, rocking the balance of peace, an outbreak of attacks on humans occurred, allowing the power hungry, Nikklaus Mikaelson to increase his defenses. By feeding on the needy and allowing these people, who's strife was long and hard, to come into immediate immortal powers. The struggling people fed off this new found power, and his progeny increased. Thus increasing his power. And every, single, one, was sired to him. He was power hungry, often giving his sires daylight rings, so they could infiltrate the town as regular people. They took over everyday jobs. The government. The police stations. Even politics. This enabled them an edge on the Pure Bloods, who only walked the streets at night. Marcel was an exception, because Sheila had made him a day light ring.
Klaus allowed his day walkers to ransack the town for a while and frighten people into submission. The witches of the Quarter attempted to fight power, with power, but there weren't enough to withhold the masses of day walkers, lurking in the darkest corners of town.
Enlisting the power of Marcel, the leader of the underground movement, the witches tried to fight back. Marcel's Army, vs Klaus's. But to no avail, they were going blow for blow for months. That's when Marcel, went to his last resort, the witches of the Bayou. The Bennett coven. He had history with the Bennett's. Centuries ago, his brother Marcus fell in love with Nakia Bennett. A witch who was burned at the stake. When that happened Marcus went on a reckless killing spree, until he was captured and beheaded in front of the whole town of Salem.
From then, the Gerard's and the Bennett's remained low key. Which is why Marcel and his people remained in the shadows. And the Bennett's remained in the Bayou.
Eventually, when Marcel sought the help of his long time friends, the witches of the Bayou, the truce was handled. The Bennett's and the Mikaelsons, two powerful families came to a truce for a sake of the Quarter. The Bennett's offered protection to the Mikaelson Family, and the Mikaelsons, offered rations their blood to the Bennett's. Their blood, helped create powerful spells, and also, extended the life of a witch, beyond normal means. But, this type of magic the Bennett's seldom tampered with. This was called left hand or left path magic.
Left hand magic, was magic, that took a witch off the righteous path. And left hand magic often came with a price. Bennett witches, were very powerful. But, their coven wasn't that of a typical coven. They branded their own form of magic called Conversion. Conversion was the combination of two supernatural blood types, to increase the abilities of a natural witch. Thus allowing said witch to obtain powers of other supernaturals, for a temporary period of time. And if need be, that supernatural could recharge on the witches blood. Many witches, in the quarter, didn't affiliate with Bennett's. Although the Bennett's were highly respected, they were a coven of a particular nature. And one of the oldest covens with ancient blood lines dating to African royalty.
The Bennett's lived respecting Wiccan values, but making their own way. Still, Sheila Bennett was highly regarded as an elder of the community, and along with other elders, she was powerful to measures unknown, because she didn't flaunt her abilities to anyone. Not even her daughter's Abigail or Tessa.
.O.
After three years of peaceful treaty within the City, Bonnie and Marcel became very close. And recently, decided to take their friendship further. Unbeknownst to Marcel, Bonnie had secretly engaged in a relationship with Klaus, behind everyone's back before her and Marcel. Young and naive, she fell for the ruthless manipulator.
"Baby, snap out of it. What's on your mind?" Marcel motioned a snapping of his fingers.
Bonnie caught herself, and shook out of it. "Sorry Cello. I, just have a lot on my mind."
"What about? Talk to me? Is this because you think moving in together is wrong?"
Bonnie couldn't be happier. She and Marcel became allies over three years. For years, she didn't even allow herself to show interest in love for him. She didn't want to shake the truce with the Mikaelsons. Bonnie became obsessed with her magic, and she preferred getting into trouble with her cousin Lucy, even if her older sister Emily, tried outing her once or twice. Emily, the responsible one. Emily, the perfect one. Emily, the second successor, after Abby.
Then there was Tessa. Bonnie's Aunt. Abby's younger sister. The Rebel, daughter of Sheila. Somehow, Bonnie and Tessa were closer than Abby and Bonnie. Bonnie even called her by her African name, Quetsiyah, or Tia Q. She made sure Bonnie had what she needed, even behind Abby's back. She taught Bonnie everything under the sun about her element. Since, Bonnie's element was fire, the sun was her oyster.
But Tia Q, had been gone for a year now. And Bonnie was aching inside, without any answers from her mother or grams.
"Bonnie! Baby girl... hello?" He stood before her again.
"Sorry."
"Well, it's all good, baby. I'm just wondering if your having second thoughts?"
"Second thought? No. Cello, come on, I'm excited. We already keep it low key, so it's not like anyone but my family will know. Besides, you're a night walker."
"That's so annoying. Don't call me, that."
"What?" She froze smiling. "It's what you are."
"I'm a vampire."
"Yeah, but The Quarter Master ruled by law, that night walker was the appropriation, to differentiate you from his day walkers."
"He's all about that classism, ain't he?"
"Who cares, you're still a Prince to me. And a Pure Blood bad ass."
He wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her gently. He held her softer than he'd ever held anything, and he was a rough guy by nature. Living under the radar for so long, he learned how to survive, in a gritty world. It wasn't until Bonnie, that he considered buying property to live on peacefully, moving from the underground. She felt peacefully, at home in his arms. She smiled, into his kiss, remembering, how it felt the first time they kissed. During a shift, when Klaus was supposedly hunting, and Marcel found Bonnie waiting in the quarter at a bar alone for Klaus. It was the third time he'd seen her alone, waiting for Klaus. He didn't realize she was waiting for Klaus, he just knew she was waiting for someone, who stood her up, more than once. Over months, he continuously, helped her through navigating how he ran the City. They worked closely together paying attention to Klaus's Army, and how they operated. Spying on crooked cops, government officials, and politicians.
One night, he couldn't help it. He saw her waiting at a bar, in the Quarter, and he took her home, because she was drunk. Then as he hugged her goodnight, his lips took a pause before hers. But, when he hesitated to make a move out of respect for Sheila, she attacked his lips with hers. From that moment forward, they'd become inseparable.
"I love you, baby girl."
"I love you too." She said, staring deeply into his eyes.
"Come on, let's go to home." And even though, she should be excited to see their new home, for the first time, she was stuck on where her Tia Q was.
"Let's go." She let him lead her by hand, out of her old place, as they locked it up. Most of the younger Bennett witches moved to the Quarter having come out of hiding, while Sheila and Abby stayed in the Bayou. With some of the other witches.
Bonnie sat, and thought about how she had to abruptly end things between she and Klaus. Although, not too many people, knew about them, she felt like things changed, when she ended things with him. Bonnie fell in love Klaus, but it didn't stop him from getting engaged to his future wife, to keep up appearances. And those nights, he said he was hunting, and left her without so much as a phone call, he was with his fiancé. Bonnie, knew, they couldn't continue that way. She ended things so they could both be happy. But he was her first love. And those are hard to get over.
Her phone buzzed again, and she checked it, as she sat in the car, waiting for Marcel to get in.
Nik: ?
Bonnie: 2mrow. I'll come 2mrow
Nik: Thx Luv. I owe u
"Who was that?" He asked getting in the car.
"Uhh, my momma said Em, needs my car this weekend." She gave a partial lie.
"It's fine baby. You can use this car. I'll drive my truck. Tell her she can use it as long as she needs."
"Cello, my sister has a car."
"Baby girl, family is family."
"Em, rubs everything in my face. Now she needs me. And expects me to drop what I'm doing?"
"Hm." He grunted.
"No, don't do that. What did I do now?"
"Nothing, just, lucky to have your sister. I lost my brother violently. I just think, for the smartest coven of witches I've ever met, y'all sho got some deep rooted familial drama. But, I guess, that comes with a royal family of witches."
"Shut up. Royal blood, is what we have. We aren't considered royalty anymore."
"I mean, your NOLA royalty. You're my Queen!" He smiled, forcing her to smile. Marcel Gerard had the most beautiful smile. It weakened her.
"Fine. I'll let her know, when we get home."
"You're amazing, you know that?"
"I know." Her sarcasm kept him amused.
"Be lucky I love you."
"Be lucky, I let you love me."
...
Bonnie snapped out of her memories. That day was the day she saw their home. That was the day, she felt secure, in her life. He made her want to be better. He opened her eyes to see things differently.
Today, she smile waking up to him, sleeping next to her. His entire face buried in the pillow. She looked at his beautiful caramel glazed skin as it contrasted beautifully with the white sheets. His naked torso, and smooth body, receding to the start of his cake split, right as the sheets lazily slump, over his perfectly toned ass. She moved over, ever so slightly, crawling over his back. Kiss, after kiss, after gentle kiss, she places on his back working her way down his body.
When he felt her hit his hip with her lips, he mumbled through the pillow, "Don't start something you can't finish."
"Turn over, daddy. Let me start your morning off right."
They were happy, and nothing could ruin it.
...
"Moonlighter's" - Night Walker's Brothel
Moonlighter's was cleverly disguised as a club, but it was a brothel. Very uncleverly titled Moonlighter's. Moonlighter's had all types of prostitutes. Supernatural, human. Men, and women.
Tonight, the woman in charge, with the bright eyes and the short brown hair snarled as she watched her doors opened by new faces. "Two new strangers stroll into a bar..." she says, staring down two strange men, and not finishing the joke, but instead pausing in awkward silence.
"Oh yeah?" The sandy brown-haired man smiled, having heard her with his superior hearing. "Then what happens?"
Quickly a gun is held out to his head, and he slowly pulls both hands up from his pockets in surrender. Then she finished the joke.
"They get shot, with wooden bullets to the brain, dying slowly as the wood penetrates the brain as shrapnel attacking every cognitive and kenetic functionality they have." She didn't smile. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Whoa, whoa." Stefan laughed sarcastically. "I thought I was about to be a customer."
"You under covers, or fucking pirates?" The bobbed brunette asked.
"Uhh, Pft... a pirate? Well I have both eyes, and I'm not at sea?" He either asked or motioned sarcastically.
"Don't be a little bitch!" She demanded.
"Excuse me, G.I. Jane." The darker-haired man interrupted. "We came for a service. We aren't pirates."
She lowered the gun, and backed away. "We've been hit the last few weeks more than once. And since the law, gives two shits about our occupation, we have to take matters into our own hands."
"Definitely. I don't blame you. But, I assure you, the only thing we need from you, is... blood. We have money."
"Sure. We got, virgin, witch, doppelgänger, human-"
"Vampire?" He said again.
"Excuse me?" She looked at him, then the man she originally held the gun to. "What are you?" She saw his his eyes slowly black out. "You ain't a Night walker, are you? Because we don't take day walkers."
"I'll take doppelgänger." The younger sandy-haired vampire smiled.
"Kitty Kat!" She yelled. "Get your tail out here!" Then she looked back at the other one, "Listen to me, I don't know what kind of game this is, but-" he cut her off.
"And we'd also appreciate fully-disclosed discretion. And you'll get a regular customer out of me." He didn't smile, but, he smirked half-heartedly. She took two steps back, when she heard Katherine come out.
"Okay, okay? Who... is the sucker tonight?" She stopped dead in her tracks and was caught off guard by a less than charming, greedy grin, of a man, with a face she's seen before. "Silas?!"
"What?"
"Who the fuck?"
"I'm not Silas. My name is Stefan. Stefan Salvatore."
"What the fuck is this Rose?"
"I don't know. But..."
"We can take our business elsewhere." The dark-haired man said, impatiently.
"Question? Are you only here for blood?"
"My brother, has his own agenda, you'd have to ask him. But, I am only here for blood. Unfortunately, my appetite lies in my hunger. My man piece is only gauged by certain trigger behaviors." He noted cynically.
"Well... just blood or...?" Katherine aka Kitty Kat looked at Stefan.
"Depends on if you make it out alive?" He told her. She was tightly wrapped in a black one piece, which looked like a playboy bunny black uni and pearls on her neck and wrist, with cat ears and a cat-eye mask. She clenched her pearls, and bit her lips.
"You can't handle me." She whispered. But, something about his confidence had her hooked. "Rose, punch in my number, and hold his fucking card. This may take a while." She reached for his hand, and when he grabbed hers, she turned around leading him out. He saw her little costume tail.
"Kitty Kat, huh?"
"Yup."
"I can be a little rough." He said.
"I like em rough."
She turned to him and winked as they walked back. Rose and the other man were left standing there, awkwardly. "Man or woman?"
"I don't fucking care." He spoke, grin never disappearing.
"Matty Blue-Eyes!" She yelled out. It took maybe thirty seconds before a very toned, blonde man with all American looks walked out. He had on black skinny jeans and boots and nothing more.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, this man wants some blood."
Damon's grin disappeared, when he smelled Matt's blood. "He's not a vampire."
"No, he's not. But... he's a packaged deal."
"Meaning?"
"Red!" Seconds later, a red-head walked out. "This is Vicky. His sister. They tag team guests. She's a night walker."
"I'm not here to fuck anybody." His impatience returned.
"No, but, if you want vampire blood, I need another person in the room, so things don't get out of hand."
"Because, some how, if I wanted to kill her, he could stop me?"
"Don't be fooled by his human stature. He's tougher than he looks." The dark-haired vampire sniffed the siblings once more.
"She's only two years old. I was thinking at least a decade?"
"Take it or leave it."
"Fine. I'll take it."
He took out his card, handing it to her. "Damon Salvatore?"
"Don't wear it out." They shared an uncomfortable glance, and turned to the siblings.
"Right this way." She held her hand out, and they lead him to a back room. She'd never met a vampire, that drank the blood of another vampire, for hunger. Sexual appetite, maybe. But not to crave a hunger. She had to keep her eye on him, because he looked like trouble. When he disappeared out of site, she picked up the phone and made a phone call.
"Hello?"... "You won't believe who walked in here tonight?"
.O.
Saturday morning Bonnie drove to her see her grams. She avoided Abby at all costs. Having left her car at her mother's house a couple days ago, with the keys, she knew Emily would be picking it up today. Bonnie snuck in grams place with Marcel's car, and parked on the deepest side of her grams house.
Quietly she crept in through the back door and sat the keys down on the kitchen cabinet. She moved to the microwave to see if there was left over breakfast, but there was none.
Then she walked to the stove, and nothing had been cooking. Her last attempt to scrounge up home-cooked food was the fridge. Leftovers. Any left-overs. "Bingo. Grams beans and rice. All I gotta do is fry some eggs, and...AHP!" Bonnie screamed shutting the fridge seeing Emily.
"Hey baby sis." She sang skeptically.
"Damnit. Why.. would you do that?!" Bonnie barked. "I almost dropped grams beans and rice."
"You so greedy. What are you pregnant?"
"Haha. Cello is night walker."
"Blood-sucker."
"Use such language in grams house!"
"I mean..." Em hunched her shoulders.
The stare at each other annoyed, for seconds before Bonnie rolled her eyes and moved. "Whatchu want Em?"
"Grams went into town. She needed to deal with something."
"What? Grams never just... goes into town, unless it's important."
"So bloodsuckers were found drained beyond recognition." Bonnie continued setting tupperwear on the cabinet, and lightingthe flame under a pan on the gas stove with her own magic.
"Grams still ain't got her gas turned on yet? What's her issue?"
"She refuses to pay for what her magic can do. That's a true witch. Using the elements as her life source. You could learn a thing or two baby sis." Bonnie dropped a spoon of butter in the pan, and cracked to eggs over a sizzling cast iron skillet. "So, did you hear me?"
"Someone staked some vamps. Day walkers, night walkers? Like a fight or what?" Bonnie was so tuned into her eggs, while she places a small plate of beans and rice in the microwave. She licked her fingers clean and flipped her eggs. Then turned to pour a glass of sweet tea.
"No, two of them were drained."
"No, by another vampire?" Emily stood with her long chocolate locks, dark eyes, and fair skin. Bonnie always wondered why Emily looked more like Abby and she looked more like her Tia Q. "That's possible? Like, a vampire that drinks from vampires?"
"Yes. Grams knows about it, I guess she'll tell us when she gets back?"
"Which is when? I need to meet Marcel later."
"Bonnie come on, Marcel will be there when you get home. He's probably trying to figure out what happened too." The microwave dinged, and Bonnie sat the warmed up leftovers on the counter. Then, soon as her eggs were done, she plopped them on top. Emily stare at Bonnie as she devour the food, like a starved woman. "Eww, you eat like a teenage boy."
"Then don't watch me." Bonnie put the flame out with her hands and garnered the criticism of Emily.
"All you can do is light candles and stove fires. Have you practiced your magic much since you and Marcel got together?"
"How dare you criticize me. I practice my magic." The truth was when Quetsiyah left a year ago, Bonnie stopped practicing as much, because she was depressed. And Quetsiyah was the one who practiced with her most often.
"Pft."
"Pft. You! Em."
"Brat."
"You know, screw you. You can't have my car this weekend anymore."
Emily held the keys up. "I have the keys, so..."
"So..." Bonnie focused all her attention on the key when Emily picked it up, and before Emily realized the key was burning her fingers. "Ouch." She dropped the keys staring at her red fingers, which began welding up, instantly. She crooked her yes at her little sister, who offered a snide smile. Two seconds later Emily tilted Bonnie's glass of sweet tea, and the liquid was thrown into her face with the flick of Emily's finger.
"I can't believe you wet my hair. With Tea!"
"It's in a bun."
"So, what, I just straightened it."
"Well, goes to show. Stop dying and straightening your hair. You're ruining your curls."
"You can't ruin curls."
"Your hair literally goes to your mid your back, filled with beautiful natural kinks and curls, and you just keep straightening it."
"It's my perogotive."
"Fine. Than this is my prerogative." Emily snapped her fingers turning on the ceiling sprinkler system. Bonnie cringed, and tried covering her hair with her plate of food, which spilled on her shirt. Now her hair was curling up, and her shirt was covered in food.
Emily stood there laughing until she cried. "You always gone be my protege, baby sis. Hone your element, Witch of the flame." Emily walked away leaving Bonnie a pissed off mess.
.O.
Half an hour later Bonnie walked out of her grams bathroom. She took off her tiny tank top, and replace it with one her grams frilly floral button ups. Then washed off all the make up on her face, and put her hair in a thick braid going back. She looked twelve years old now, not twenty-four.
"Bonnie!" She heard her sister call out, while she tossed the hand washed shirt in the dryer for 10 minutes. Grams would kill her if she knew she started her dryer for one piece of clothing. But, she had no choice. She rolled her eyes ignoring Emily's call.
"Bonnie!" She called out again. Bonnie remembered Emily called her by her full name rarely, and if she did it more than once it was serious. When she stumbled out, she was surprised to see Nik waiting with his entourage.
"Nik...I mean Klaus Mikaelson, what are you doing here?"
"Your presence is requested at the Manor. It's very pressing."
"Pressing?" Emily asked with folded arms and a poked out hip. One of the Bennett women's traits. "What could be so pressing, you need my sister?"
"Its concerning my mum's recent illness."
Bonnie had avoided him for days since the text. She didn't think he'd risk their previous alliance, by showing up at her grams house. The Bayou was off limits to vampires. Unless by invite. The Mikealsons were never invited.
"What can my sister do to help?"
"She's an amazing herbalist, my mother says. I'm also quite fond of her sanguine techniques." Emily looked at Bonnie with darted eyes. Conversion was a Bennett form of magic, that no one was allowed to know about.
"Sanguine? As in?" She asked both Bonnie and Klaus.
"A little of this a little of that." He mumbled with a slick grin, and button-pressing tone. Bonnie shook her head, and acted oblivious. "I'll be in the car waiting my dear." He walked out as Emily caught the tail end of his body as it hit the door. "Any word, on the two drained bloodsuckers?" She returned the pressing tone to aggravate him.
"Such words are a fallacy. We aren't just extractors of blood. We do much more than that." Emily rolled her eyes. "That word was banned when I took over the Quarter. I'll let it go this time. But to answer you, no. No word on what or who, did it. But the deceased were a couple of Marcel's guys. So, I'm sure he's on top of it." Klaus again, gave a glance to Bonnie. "I'll be outside." He walked out, and Emily stood slamming the door, and turning to Bonnie.
"Baby sis, tell me you didn't!" Her arms quickly flew in the air, flailing about.
"Didn't what?"
"Conversion. Tell me you didn't tell the Quarter Master about the Bennett form."
"I didn't. He was talking about using doppelgänger blood."
"Which doppelgänger?"
"His brother's girlfriend. Anyways, I should hurry and go, so I can get back. Marcel and grams will, notice if I'm gone too long."
"I know the Mikaelsons have a treaty with us, but don't go getting too close to The Quarter Master. He's ruthless and sneaky. And-"
"I'm fine. I can handle him. Okay. I should hurry." Bonnie quickly ended he conversation before Emily asked too much.
Bonnie headed out the door, dressed in her grams shirt from circa 1970's she turned slightly and looked at her sister when she called out to her. "Baby sis?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful."
"Always."
Bonnie walked out the door and headed to the car of a man, she hasn't had contact with for six months. She had no idea what to expect from him.
The driver opened the door for her, and closed it once she was inside. She sat silently, avoiding eye contact. "Ma sorcière de la flamme... I haven't seen you in months. What gives?"
"Nik, we can only be business. You don't seem to understand that."
He pouted briefly, then smiled, with his abnormally red lips. One would say, he sucked so much blood, his lips were stained of it. "Unfinished business, you mean?"
She watched him as he slowly crept towards her. Bonnie froze, anticipating his nearness, until she remembered her fiancé. She held both hands up, like shields. He paused watching the tips of her fingers glow to the tone of burning coal. "Don't force my magic. I still care about you, but I'll use it." He offered a cheeky grin, the grabbed her wrists with his bigger hands.
"Don't be silly." He truffled trying to lower her hands, and she fought him, until they both stopped. "You'd hurt me?"
"I don't want to. But..." she snapped her finger, and held her palm out, and a flame floated on her hand, like nothing.
"I see." His grin dropped moments ago, and he locked his jaws together, sitting back down.
"Is this really about Esther?"
"Indeed." He sat back, in shock at her boldness. Then he tapped his knees with his hands, and leaned back, into the seat. "I'm afraid something's terribly wrong with her. She is rapidly deteriorating."
"Meaning, dying? I know your mother is a witch, but, your blood keeps her alive."
"Esther is aging rapidly. Somehow, the blood has stopped working for her." Bonnie knew Esther used the blood of her children to remain alive and youthful.
"Your blood? And what about, Elijah, and Rebekah? The three of your blood together, should be more powerful."
"The three of our blood, is powerful, yes. But, Esther is a hybrid." Bonnie looked confused. "She's a heretic. A witch-vampire, hybrid."
"I had no idea."
"Her, vampire is dormant. But, the fact is, she spelled it this way, so she could be more than a siphoner, centuries ago. And now, somehow... it's not enough to keep her alive anymore."
Bonnie felt sympathetic watching him release never before seen tears. She placed her hands on top of his, and scooted closer to him. "Oh, Nik, I'm so sorry." He bowed his head, feeding off the natural nurturer inside of her. "I had no idea, how long?"
"I noticed it months ago. But it wasn't until weeks ago, she hasn't gotten out of bed. And for days now, she's hasn't awaken." His fist reached his lips, and he clenched it, tightening his eyes, allowing a couple more tears to flow.
Bonnie immediately wrapped her arms around him, and hugged him. "I'm sorry for being so distant. I- had no Idea. But, I'm here for you now. I don't know how I can help, but I'm willing to try."
"Thank you, love. Your kind words, mean everything." As she released him, she sat next to him, holding his hand. The drive to the manor, was peaceful. Just as Bonnie had maintained for her life in most recent months. Peace.
Her heart was always in the right place. But she frequently made mistakes, unlike Emily. And Bonnie, had yet to experience much strife outside of the Bayou. Having been sheltered and protected most of her life. She would soon learn, the lengths at which, some would go through, to maintain the upper hand in power. He lifted her hand, as he held it, and kissed he back of it. "Thank you, love. I knew you couldn't turn your back on me for good."
Sorry for errors! This story has been in my mind a while. And I decided to just post it. As you can see it centers around the Bennett witches and Bonnie. The story will have three Bonnie pairings. Other pairings will also be apart of the story. But, Bamon will be endgame, as they haven't even met yet. But, what will bring them together? You can already see there will be a major character death in the near future, as from the prologue. By the way, in this story, Lucy will be portrayed by the actress Alisha Wainwright. Who plays Maia Roberts on Shadow Hunters. This chapter was long because I tried to give some decent back story. Thoughts on the characters in this story? I'll definitely continue if there's enough interest. Thank you for reading.
Latin
Praesidio Sanguine - protect the blood
Confluere - converge
Queaso - please
Doleo - I am sorry
French - forgive errors
Ma sorcière de la flamme - My witch of the flame