A/N: First Allure (True Blood Fic - Eric/OC), then Kiss From A Rose (The Vampire Diaries Fic - Klaus/OC), now Mrs. Mikaelson? I couldn't help myself. I was inspired to do a Klaus and Bonnie fic. I love their pairing along with Stefonnie, Bamon, and Kennett but my favorite is Klonnie. So here I am trying to give a crack at it. This is a complete AU from the series (same characters and ALL supernatural). Bonnie is a lot stronger with a dash of darkness complimenting her hubby, Mr. Niklaus Mikaelson. The fic it self will be a multi-chapter. These are key points in Bonnie's life that gave her the stepping stones to become the strong bad ass witch we know she is and Mrs. Mikaelson, Queen of New Orleans. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this chapter :) Disclaimer: Anything Vampire Diaries is not mine (I wish it was though). Rights belong to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and CW Network. Shout out to my creative twin beta. I freaking adore you XD The Title is from one of my favorite songs and soundtrack to one of my favorite movies, Kill Bill Vol. II, About Her by the great Malcolm McLaren.
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Chapter 1: About Her
Torturous screams were heard all through the French Quarter compound. Wails shook the walls and chains rattled through the night. Magical currents were swarming over the household creating sparks in the air. Any other normal person would be frightful by the eerie caress or by the sounds of torturous cries. The aroma of burnt flesh or the metallic smell of blood would sicken some. However, in the House of Mikaelson it was the normal. One in particular who enjoyed the screams coming from below was the woman of the hour.
She stared at her reflection in her vanity mirror as she carefully put on her mascara. It was almost time for the feast and she wanted to look her best. This night under the full moon would be grand and mark history for the supernatural world. It was a celebration for the Mikaelson family and their closest friends, but the honor was solely for one. This was her night and she was going to revel in it.
She screws on the cap to her mascara and stares at her carefully applied face in the vanity mirror. Her beauty was evident, but Bonnie Bennett – correction – Bonnie Mikaelson liked to spruce herself up on special occasions such as tonight. Her long lashes brushed her blushed cheeks. Her dark hair was soft and primped to her liking. Her sienna brown skin glowed under the warm lights in the room she shared with her husband. Red lips stretched across face showing satisfaction of her work. It was a great day for the Bennett-Mikealson witch.
"You look edible to eat."
Bonnie smirked as she looked at her guest through the mirror. "You better be careful what you say. These walls have ears you know."
Stefan snorted as he walked through the threshold towards his friend. "If you are talking about Klaus, you have nothing to worry about." He said as leaned on the wall near her vanity table.
Bonnie raised her brow in question. "Are we talking about my husband or another crazed hybrid named Klaus I don't know about?"
A deep rumble of laughter came from Stefan. Bonnie had always loved the way the vampire in front of her laughed. It made her feel warm all over. If she wasn't so in love with her husband, she would definitely see herself with Stefan.
"You're thinking about it aren't you?"
Bonnie snapped out of her haze. When she came to, the witch realized Stefan was no longer hovered by the wall but sitting next to her. His face was close enough to feel the tickle of his cool breath on her lips. "Thinking?" What were they talking about again?
"Thinking about the possibility if you chosen me over Klaus." His grey eyes gleamed with mischief as they wander over his brother's wife.
Though he wouldn't dare break the bond between his brother and close friend, it didn't mean he didn't let his mind stray to fantasies of what would it be like to have Bonnie as his. To have her whimpering for his touch . . . his kisses . . . his love, he wanted to experience it all and could have if Klaus didn't have his claws in her when they first met the beautiful witch.
"Stefan." Bonnie said with a warning.
"Admit it. You were thinking about it." He placed his strong chin on her naked shoulder.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and turned back to her mirror to fix her newly cut short hair that brushed a little past her shoulders. She fluffed up her feathered bang moving it from covering her eye. "I will admit nothing." From the corner of her eye she could see Stefan smiling smugly. "I should light you on fire."
"You wouldn't. Though you love Klaus with unspeakable measure, you love me too." He kissed her shoulder and positioned his chin back on her shoulder.
The witch sighed. Her friend spoke the truth. They have always been close since they met. They had become comfortable with one another, a bond. Bonnie could tell Stefan anything and Stefan could tell her the same. They held each other with the highest regard and respect. They were kindred spirits but there was a line between their friendship and more. The drawn line had power over the two. The line could be easily erased if they wanted to, but their love for Klaus was far greater to do such a treacherous thing.
"Do you remember when we first met?" The Salvatore broke the comfortable silence.
The witch giggled. "How could I forget?" she said as she laid her cheek on top of her friend's hero hair as the family call it. They have been calling it that since that particular night they met.
"I almost had you."
Bonnie broke into a fit of laughter. "You did. You most certainly did." She kissed his forehead lightly then stared back at the mirror looking at the portrait they created within the oval mirror. "You were a complete gentleman that night."
"Don't be sarcastic about it." Stefan pouted which made the witch snickered. "I was a perfect gentleman. I could have swept you off your feet and I would have gotten away with it –"
"– If it wasn't for that meddling hybrid." Bonnie finished for him parodying seriousness.
"Cute, really cute." Stefan poked her side as she laughed.
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Bonnie was wiping off the bar top after a customer knocked over his third beer. The little woman was too tired to deal with Neanderthals, but had to stick it out. This was her first night working at Rousseau's and it was going terrible. Rousseau's was her first job since she moved into NOLA. Before she moved to New Orleans, she was from Mystic Falls, Virginia. She spent her whole childhood there. She had a small group of friends and she loved them dearly, but she needed space.
Mystic Falls was her home, but she couldn't help but to feel out of place. She felt as though she was the odd man or in her case woman out of the group. Elena and Caroline were her best friends since she was little. They grew up together. They lived in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, applied to the same college. They were always together and Bonnie couldn't ask for better friends.
Though she loved her friends, she felt like a third wheel. It was Elena and Caroline who had the most attention. Everyone enjoyed their company more than Bonnie's. Elena was the class sweetheart and the picture of innocence. Every guy in her high school wanted a chance with Elena Gilbert. With her heart shaped face, big brown doe eyes, long mahogany hair, and pretty smile, she could have anyone she wanted. She wasn't vain and never displayed distastefulness. Her humble and sweet personality only made the opposite and same sex want her more.
The same could be said about Caroline Forbes, the popular one. She was bubbly, sweet, and blonde. All she had to was bat her eyes and she could get what she wanted. Caroline was the epitome of a popular girl in any teen movie. She was the head cheerleader, planner for every event, president at almost every club in Mystic Falls High.
Then there was Bonnie . . . and that was it. Bonnie didn't know who she was outside of being friends with Elena and Caroline. Sure, she was outgoing, sassy, sweet, and a bit judgmental at times but she was just a regular teenage girl. She blended in with the lockers and crowd. What was actually 'WOW!' about Bonnie except being the loyal friend she know she was? What was special about her?
That answer was answered when her Grams, Sheila Bennett, visited her. Her Grams was born and raised in Mystic Falls, but decided to move to New Orleans when Bonnie was only seven. Grams had told Bonnie she was a witch one day when she came home from school. At first, she thought her grandmother was crazy, but things began to happen, supernatural things. Eerie chills, feeling someone's aura, weird premonitions. Bonnie Bennett was 100% witch.
For two years, Grams stayed and taught Bonnie everything she needed to know, including her ancestral line and the supernatural. Bonnie sucked up the information like a sponge. Of course she was scared about what she thought was only in horror movies were real, what fifteen year old wouldn't? However, Bonnie didn't let that deter her from learning and excelling her witchery.
The once novice Bonnie Bennett was almost as powerful as her Grams. After Sheila schooling Bonnie on Witchery 101, she had to go back New Orleans. She left her granddaughter her ancestor's grimoire and words of wisdom that stuck to the Bennett witch for the rest of her life. As time went on with school, friends, and practicing magic (not exactly in that order), Bonnie began to understand something about herself. She knew she had no real identity aside from being a witch. She knew this fact and she knew wanted to change it.
The opportunity had presented herself after her Grams funeral. It was left in Sheila Bennett's will that her granddaughter will have her home in New Orleans and all her possessions. Hearing this, Bonnie knew what she was going to do after graduation. Said day came and went. She got her diploma, threw her cap in the air, laughed, cried, promises to call, and left to her new life.
Two months it took Bonnie to settle in her new home in New Orleans. She made her Grams home into her own, but the witch could still feel the great witch's presence. Bonnie was beginning to find herself and personality shine even more when she applied to Delgado Community College for Culinary Arts. She loved to cook and it was only right to get a degree for it. She wanted to own her own restaurant one day and she couldn't imagine anywhere else but to start her franchise in such a lively place as New Orleans.
Though Bonnie loved college and had a few friends, she needed to keep up her financial needs. Her Grams may have left her a hefty amount of money from her trust fund, Bonnie still wanted to provide for herself. It was pure luck that she bumped into Camille O'Connell on her way to drop a letter off to Elena and Caroline at a mailbox. The blonde bartender was putting up flyers of help wanted at the bar, Rousseau's. She was interviewed for the job and two weeks later she was officially a bartender at the famous French Quarter bar.
Bonnie sighed heavily as she threw the beer stained rag in the sink. Her irritation only grew when she heard the rowdy man that spilled their drink from before ask for another beer. Instead of going with her original plan to give the drunken bastard an aneurysm, she took a deep breath and walked back to the bar. The drunken fool was leaning heavily over bar top keeping his loopy eyes trained on the witch.
"Hey sweet cheeks," The male mumbled sloppily. Bonnie cringed from his odor, oral and body. "Give me another beer." He slammed a crumbled bill on the table.
"I think you and your friends should go home. You had enough for one night." Bonnie gave him a weak smile and a prayer that he would go away.
"I'm sorry," he turned back to his equally drunk friends. "Was I speaking in another language?" The lame joke made his buddies laugh egging on his ignorance. He turned back around to a stone faced Bonnie. "Now are you going to give me my beer?"
Bonnie clenched her teeth but answered anyway. "I said you had enough." She turned to walk away but didn't get far when she felt herself being yanked back.
"Hey! I said I wanted a beer!" The man yelled in her face.
Bonnie was about to raise hell until she felt a presence coming towards her and it was coming towards her fast. "Vampire." She whispered.
"What?" The drunken man opened his disgusting mouth to say something but his words muffled when he felt his arm-twist.
Bonnie stood shock not knowing what was happening until she happened to look behind the huge male. Behind him was another man with olive skin tone and a face that was handsomely structured. He was tall and lean but well built. Bonnie could see his biceps flex as the stranger held on to the drunk. Bonnie stood still as the scene play out in front of her. The presence of a vampire fell over her again. Her rescuer was a vampire?
"Let her arm go or I swear I break your arm off and shove it in a place you might like." Slowly the drunk peeled his brawny fingers off Bonnie. Bonnie took a step back rubbing the sore spot on her arm. Already she could feel a bruise forming. The witch ignored the throbbing and continued to stare at her rescuer. "I have been in this bar for quite some time now." The stranger started. "And during that time all I have been hearing are you and your friends making a lot of ruckus."
The stranger twisted the drunk's arm again earning a sharp yelp. His friend started to move forward but something or someone's eyes made them halt their friend's rescue mission. The vampire stared at the group a while longer before turning back to the whimpering fool in his grasp. "So my friends and I," He whipped the man around to three other vampires sitting around the bar. One was blonde and the other two had dark locks. All three waved when their fellow vampire mentioned them. "Decided it was only right to intervene on Miss . . . "
Bonnie snapped out of her daze and shook her head trying to clear it. "It's Bonnie."
The vampire smiled and the gesture reached his green grayish eyes. "Bonnie." He said it as if he was tasting nectar for the first time. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady." Bonnie's cheeks were on fire hearing the complement.
The vampire and witch stared at each other for a moment longer before he attended to the sorry excuse for a human in his grip. "As I was saying, we decided it was only right to intervene on Miss Bonnie's behalf. Oh by the way, I'm Stefan." He smirked looking back at Bonnie. Bonnie didn't speak but she did give a slow nod. Stefan let his eyes wander all over Bonnie's body before they fell downward to the half-bent male. "By the way what is your name?"
"It's Terrance." He moaned pitifully.
"Well Terrence, I think you owe Miss Bonnie here an apology. After all she was the one attending to you and your group even though you were nothing but pigs." His playful tone turned menacing. Rage began to fill the vampire. "Like little children making a mess." Stefan leaned over to the frightened male's ear. "Apologize." He hissed.
Terrence stared at Bonnie with hateful eyes. He might have been in pain, but he still had his pride. He wasn't going to apologize to some bar-tending broad. It was her job to serve him. Terrence mentally shook his head . . . or he thought.
CRACK!
"ARRRRGH!" Terrence roar filled the air.
Stefan saw Terrence shaking his head no. The Ripper side came out full force and snapped the drunk's arm clean in two. "Apologize . . . now. I will not ask you again." He hissed lowly.
Bonnie's heart was beating rapidly as he watched her rescuer turn into a monster before her eyes. His once greenish gray eyes turned into dark nothings with black veins pulsing around his eyes. The witch has never seen a vampire in their feral state before. She saw plenty of vampires in New Orleans. She always felt them when they were near but she never seen one this close.
She looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to the gruesome scene. As Bonnie looked around, she was confused by how no one was looking their way but instead carrying on with their conversations and drinking. Bonnie couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"See something you like, gorgeous?"
Bonnie turned to the voice and it was one of the vampires. He had a boyish charm to him but Bonnie wasn't a fool. She could easily see the devil in his brown eyes. The witch went to open her mouth to question the humans but everything clicked. The three vampires compelled the customers while she was caught up with her rescuer.
Bonnie turned back to Stefan. "Let him go." This couldn't be happening. Why did everything had to go in the crapper on her first day on the job?. Stefan dark eyes connect with Bonnie's. The witch felt proud that she didn't visually flinch from the sight. She stood tall and head held high. "I said let him go." She said more firmly.
She heard a dark chuckle from behind her. She turned to see it was the dark blonde vampire laughing at her. His blue eyes met hers. They looked sinister. Bonnie didn't like the look he was giving her, like she was a possession. The witch felt her magic pool within her ready for use when the vampire decided to strike.
"You are a feisty little witch." His British accent was smooth and playful but like his eyes, she could the sinister tone underneath.
"How do you know I'm a witch, vampire?" Bonnie heard a whimper from Terrence. She spun back around to find Terrence was on the floor and Stefan was drinking his glass of bourbon. "You didn't have to hurt him."
"Sure I did." Stefan winked at her.
"No really, you didn't have to. I can take care of myself."
"Well of course you can, love." Bonnie turned back to the blonde vampire. "You were doing so well on your own before my brother stepped in." The vampire lifted the glass to his red lips. "You should be thankful. Some vampires are not so nice, sweetheart."
"Niklaus . . ." The vampire with the well tailored suit warned the middle vampire.
"Well it true, Elijah. It's hard for little witches to stir their cauldrons these days. You know how that fluffs Marcel's feathers."
Bonnie crossed her arms tightly over chest. She didn't like this vampire. "Niklaus, is it?" She said his name with dripping disdain. Klaus smirk hearing the distaste but nodded anyway. "I'll try to remember to care to listen to what you think I should do next time."
The vampire named Elijah hid his smirk behind his glass, while the other laugh outright as he patted a seething Klaus' back. "I like her. I like you." The boyish one spoke. "My name is Kol, darling."
Bonnie nodded. "Bonnie." She turned her attention back to her rescuer. "Though it was not needed, thank you."
Stefan bowed his head. "I wouldn't be a gentlemen if I didn't."
"Lies." Niklaus hollered from across the bar earning a scowl from both Stefan and Bonnie.
"Shouldn't the heroes get a kiss, gorgeous?" Kol asked playfully.
"Heroes?" Bonnie lifter her brow.
"Oh yes." Kol stood from his stool. "Stefan might have took down the big bad ogre but we helped compel these pesky humans from making a fuss." He gestured to the crowd behind him. He turned back around with the same smug smile. "We couldn't have the humans running and scream causing a scene now could we?"
"Who did the compelling?" Bonnie asked leaning on the bar table closely next to Stefan.
The Ripper mouth began to salivate when he took a whiff of the witch's scent. It was mixture between lavender and honey. She smelled good enough to eat. Stefan cleared his throat. "Kol did the left side, while Elijah did the right." He looked towards Klaus who was looking intently at Bonnie. "Klaus stood and watched the show."
Klaus cold eyes narrowed in his friend's direction. If his eyes could talk, they would have called him a traitor.
"Okay." With all her courage she didn't know she had, Bonnie moved from around the bar to go up to Kol. She stood up on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. "One . . ." Bonnie then moved to Elijah to kiss his dimpled chin. "Two . . ." and lastly, Bonnie stood in front of Stefan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her face close to his. Her mind was screaming her to back away from the vampire but for some reason she didn't listen. Stefan waited patiently for soft pink flesh to be planted on his lips. Instead, he felt them on the corner of his mouth. "Three." She smiled. "Thank you."
Stefan nodded his head. "You're very welcome, Miss Bonnie."
Bonnie moved to go around the bar. "Now if you gentlemen don't mind, clean up the mess you made."
Elijah stood to his full height straightening his black Armani suit jacket. "Are you asking or telling us, Miss Bonnie."
"Pick one." Bonnie smirked sweetly at the elder Original but Elijah could see the mischief behind the crescent smile.
The Original vampire stood in shock of the nerve of the little woman in front of him. Usually such brass behavior would earn anyone a snap to the neck, but all the elder vampire could do was smirk at the young woman's audacity. She had no clue who she was speaking to or she did and just didn't care. "Very well. Kol," Elijah turned to his brother. "Take care of the lot behind you. I will compel the Neanderthal's minions." He turned to Stefan who was still drinking in the witch. "Stefan, I'm sure you can handle your mess. And Niklaus," He turned to the seething hybrid who was still watching Bonnie with Stefan. Elijah waited until his brother was looking at him. "You sit and look pretty." The vampire patted his younger brother's cheek.
"Be careful, Elijah." Klaus looked up at his brother with distaste. "You'll end up losing a hand."
"Isn't he precious?" Kol said from behind. "He so cute when he makes his little threats."
"I personally like it when his left eye twitches." Stefan came from putting out the trash and sat back in his seat in front of Bonnie. "I find it sexy." Bonnie snorted.
Klaus gave a warning growl as his eyes shined gold. "And what's so funny, witch?" The way he said witch had a bite at the end.
Bonnie gasped seeing the eerie eyes on her. He had the eyes of a werewolf but had the appearance of a vampire. A hybrid, the voice shouted in her head. She was about to step back but she felt a hand covering hers sending her calm. She looked over to see it was Stefan looking at his adopted brother. "Stop being a spoil sport." Stefan look towards Bonnie's questionable glare. "He's mad because he didn't get a kiss."
Kol made kissing noises as Elijah shook his head muttering something on the lines of children. Klaus drunk the rest of his beverage and slammed the glass on the table. "I'm playing darts." He said as he walked off.
"Oh come on, mate. We were only joking around." Kol called after him.
"Piss off." Klaus said over his shoulder but the smirk wasn't missed from his brothers.
Hours has passed and everything had settled down. Bonnie was serving drinks while making conversation with Stefan. The more they talk the more she felt comfortable with the vampire. Grams always told her to stay clear of them, but the witch couldn't help but feel a connection with Stefan. The Bennett wasn't stupid, she knew what vampires were capable of. If she decides to keep in contact with her rescuer, she had to be caution.
From the corner of the bar drinking another glass of bourbon, sat Niklaus Mikealson glowering at the couple by the bar. There was word around the mill that there was a Bennett witch in town. The hybrid thought they were speaking about Sheila Bennett who he known on certain occasions, but when he found out it was her granddaughter, the Original Hybrid couldn't resist. He had gotten a tip that the Bennett Witch would be starting a new job as a bartender in Rousse's, He was planning on getting the witch on his side.
What he wasn't planning on was his brothers tagging along. Stefan seen him putting on his jacket ready to leave. The vampire zipped downstairs to block Klaus from leaving. "Where are you going?" Stefan leaned against the door waiting for his brother's answer.
Klaus sighed irritatingly. "I'm going out." He went to move but once again, Stefan blocked his way. "If you don't want to be ripped apart, I suggest you move."
"Where are you going?" He asked plainly not moved by his friend's threatening tone.
"Move." The hybrid was growing impatiently by his friend/brother's playfulness. He had a witch to see.
Stefan raised his hand to surrender and move out the way. "Fine." Klaus rolled his eyes and moved to open the door. "But I'm coming with you." Stefan said as he was putting on his brown leather jacket.
Klaus whipped around to face him. "No you're not. Don't you have someone's head to rip off, Ripper." He said his calling name nastily.
"Ouch." Stefan feigning hurt. "You know I haven't had a Ripper bender since my birthday."
"Your was two weeks ago." The hybrid pointed out.
"True, but it wasn't my fault. Kol started it."
"What did I start?" The younger brother came into the foyer. "I'm sure I did it, I just wanted to know what I did." He said with cocky smile.
"Ripper bending on my birthday." Stefan folded his arm over a pissed off Klaus' shoulder.
"Ah yes, that was great fun. The blood ran freely on that night. Remember the 'Erry twins?"
"Terry and Kerry." Stefan licked his lips remember the twins dancing for him for his birthday. "They danced beautifully."
"And they tasted delicious." Kol added remembering piercing his fangs in Kerry's neck.
"They were a treat."
"My brother always gets the best for his birthday." Kol looked at their jackets. "Where are you two going?"
"Out." Klaus and Stefan said in unison. "No. I'm going out." The hybrid looked pointedly at Stefan then turned back to Kol. "Stefan is staying here."
"I want to go." Kol chimed.
"Kol –" But it was too late. The vampire was already getting his jacket. Klaus turned to Stefan ready to snap his neck. "I blame you."
"Guilty." Stefan smiled. "You've been secretive lately and I can't help but to think whatever secret you're hiding you are planning to go to it. So I volunteered my services."
"I second that." Kol said as he put on his jacket.
Klaus pinched the bridge of his nose desperately trying to rein in his anger. "You two aren't going." He said calmly but the two brothers knew Klaus was about to 'pop' as they elegantly put it when Klaus gets angry.
"What is all this vociferate banter about?" Elijah said coming out of his study. He entered the foyer closing his book in one hand and fisted the other in his pants pocket.
"We're going out to paint to town red. Come to join us, brother?" Kol patted Elijah's arm.
"No!" Klaus yelled but no one paid him any mind.
Klaus was about to step forward but Stefan conveniently stepped in the Original's path. "Yes, come with us. The more the merrier. You can grab your fancy handkerchief and be on our way." Stefan said as he leaned against the door.
"No one is going." Klaus hissed. "I'm leaving, you lot are staying here and out of my way."
"Niklaus, what are you hiding?" questioned Elijah.
"Yes, what are you hiding?" Stefan smiled down at Klaus who wore a deep frown.
Everyone had their eyes on Klaus waiting for his response. Shaking his head, he flailed his hands in the air. "Fine, come if you want but if any of you get in my way, I'm dagger you two and putting you your boxes." He said to Kol and Elijah. "And you," Klaus turned his animosity towards Stefan. "I'll stake you myself and bury you with those two imbeciles." The hybrid turned away from them heading out the door.
The three in the foyer smiled when they heard their brother singing curses and mentioning daggers in hearts while getting in the SUV.
"Whatever he's hiding got him worked up." Kol stared at his brother retreating.
"Well, let's not keep him waiting gentlemen." Elijah took the first step outside and soon the other two followed.
When they arrived at Rousseau's Klaus scanned the crowed until he found the witch that fit the description that was given to him. His eyes landed on a little woman by the bar handing out drinks. The hybrid took his time drinking her in. She was currently chatting with a co-worker who said something funny making the witch laugh.
He liked her smiled. It was bright and added to her innocence. Olive orbs sparkled with delight and another wave of laughter tumbled from her pink lips. She was soft all around but firm in the right places. And the power . . . the power rolling off her was gravitating and a turn on. He wanted her power as well as the little witch's body and would have it all.
The hybrid didn't know he was licking his lips but his brothers noticed. They have been watching him for awhile staring at the bartender they never seen before. They were used to seeing Cami behind the bar, but the new girl who was wiping down a spilled drink had their brother's attention. Stefan loved what he was seeing. She looked carefree and sweet. He haven't had anyone like that in his life since Lexi. There was goodness in her; he could see it and he wanted it.
Klaus broke Stefan out of his trance when he heard his footsteps. "Well, you three find us a table while I get us drinks."
Before he could leave, Kol pushed him back. "Not so fast, brother. Who is that delicious morsel?"
Flicking the hand on his shoulder, Klaus turned back to the beautiful bartender. "That is a Bennett Witch." he spoke proudly.
"A Bennett Witch?" Elijah spoke for the first time.
"I have gotten word that a new witch was in town and she was of the Bennett line. I thought it was Sheila since we dealt with her before, but unfortunately she died a few months ago."
Elijah frowned at the news. He didn't know Sheila personally but he knew of her power. When the Originals first met Sheila, they knew she was not to be trifled with. Her tongue was sharp as a whip and her attitude was larger than life. The Original brothers always had respect for witches. True their mother was one, but that was not where their respect originated from, it was from Ayanna.
Ayanna had been like a second mother to the boys, even after they were turned. She never turned her cheek or called them abominations, even when their mother did. From time to time, they would see a Bennett witch throughout the centuries and they always made it their duty to watch over them if it was within their power. They had an opportunity to speak with Emily Bennett a century ago. She was the one that helped Klaus break the moonstone curse to turn him into a hybrid.
They met another witch, named Gloria who was a friend of the Bennetts in the 1920's. Rebekah was with them at the time and she loved dancing at the witch's club. It was then they have met Stefan. The Original sister entranced the vampire and her in return. There were mixed reactions with the brothers when Rebekah introduced Stefan. For Elijah, he was mostly concerned about his sister well-being, but conversed with the young vampire. Kol thought he was a joy and liked his style. Klaus plainly didn't like him.
The hybrid didn't like how his family was enamored by the whelp. It wasn't until said whelp talked with the Original Hybrid one on one that he had a change of heart. Klaus decided he wanted the young vampire to come along with his family. On their travels they haven't met another Bennett witch, until the family moved back to their original home in New Orleans where they met Sheila.
"And this girl," Elijah moved beside Klaus without breaking his sight from the young Bennett witch."What relation is she to Sheila?"
"She is Sheila's granddaughter."
"Is she powerful?" Kol asked.
"Of course she is. I can smell her magic from all the way over here." Elijah said as he watched the witch dance around the bar giving the customers their drinks.
Stefan spotted four people getting up from their seats, front row of the pretty witch. "I think I found our seats."
That was two hours ago. Klaus had been keeping an eye on Bonnie but for all things that are mighty, he couldn't bring himself to go up to her. He had many witches, much older and wiser than the woman in front of him, but yet he couldn't walk up to her. He was puzzled by this revelation. What made this witch so special? Why did his chest tighten when she smiled or when she spoke? It didn't make any sense.
The hybrid noticed his brothers staring at her with the same captivated look he knew worn on his face and he didn't like it. Many times throughout the night, he wished he stuck with his original plan and dagger Elijah and Kol while injecting vervain into Stefan to keep them out of his way. Now he had to sit and watch his witch smiling and laughing at everything his adopted brother was feeding her.
Niklaus gulped down the last of his bourbon and slammed the glass on the table. The corner of Elijah's mouth lifted seeing his brother get riled up. "Is something the matter, Niklaus?" He asked before he took a sip of his alcoholic beverage.
"Look at him . . . yapping her up with meaningless conversation and ghastly anecdotes of his life." The hybrid sneered as he watched Bonnie laughed at another of his brother's jokes. "And she is falling for his fake charm."
"No brother, I think it's his well shaped hair that making her fall for him." Kol snickered into his drink. When Bonnie turned away from Stefan, the vampire flipped Kol the bird without taking his eyes off Bonnie's pot of gold from behind. "Love you too, darling."
"This is not funny, Kol. We need to have a witch on our side. Marcel has his and we need one of our own."
"You know if I didn't know better, brother . . ." Elijah rocked his glass of amber liquid back and forth while staring at his irate little brother. "I would think you wish you were the one to, how did you put it? Ah yes, yapping her up with meaningless conversation and ghastly tales."
Kol snorted. "I believe he said anecdote." he interjected.
"My apologies, anecdote. Thank you, Kol."
"You welcome."
From a far, they could hear Stefan snickering lowly at their banter. "You all think you lot are funny?" Klaus asked clearly vexed with his brothers.
"Yes." All three said together.
"Well, you're not." The hybrid said hotly.
Niklaus stared at Bonnie and Stefan until his brother's phone began to ring. He told the witch he needed to answer this "important call". The brothers knew it was the other Salvatore brother. Damon has been calling Stefan a lot lately and the Original brothers didn't like it. They would rein hell on the lovesick fool if he tried to take their brother away, blood related be damned.
Stefan told Bonnie he would be right back but stopped to lean over the table to whisper something to her. "How about you give another kiss for the hero?" Stefan asked with a devilish smirk.
The hybrid almost jumped out of his seat when he asked for another kiss. Elijah had the decency to cover his smile, but Kol out right laughed. Klaus ignored them and kept his focus trained on the pair by the bar. Bonnie was blushing furiously.
"Another kiss?" she asked.
"Don't you think I deserve another? I mean that guy was huge."
"You're a vampire."
Stefan nodded. "True, but I saved you."
"I didn't ask you to."
"But you're grateful either way."
"I am."
"So doesn't the hero get unlimited kisses?"
Bonnie bit her bottom lip weighing her option. "Just one more kiss."
"Two."
"One."
"Three."
"None."
"Fine," Stefan sighed dramatically making Bonnie giggle. "You only have to give me one more kiss." Bonnie leaned forward aiming for his cheek but the sneaky Ripper seen the move coming and moved back. The Bennett witch looked at him confused but the vampire only smirk devilishly. "If it's going to be one, it has to be on the lips." He looked at her with a twinkle of the devil in his greenish grey eyes matching his leer.
Hearing the new arrangement, Klaus grip on the wooden chair tightened making it splinter. Kol shook his head looking at the display in front of him. "I have said since I met him and I'll say it again. He has style."
"He has nothing." Klaus said with a bite to his tone.
"Say what you want, Nik. Our brother is a charmer." Kol took another sip of his bourbon.
"Along with his hero hair." Elijah said quietly causing Kol to choke on his drink from laughter.
Keeping his eyes on Bonnie, Stefan discreetly flipped his middle finger to his Elijah this time. "Lay it on me, sugar." He said returning his full attention to Bonnie.
Bonnie shook her head. This was not her. Kissing strangers – correction – vampires all willy nilly. She was not that type of girl, the voice in the back her head screamed. You stay away from vampires, it said, but the voice in the forfront of her mind told the one in back to shut and let her kiss the sexy vampire. Another voice rung in head. Her Grams parting words of wisdom when she left to go back to New Orleans.
Live Bonnie. Don't tuck yourself in the corner and watch the world pass you by. You're a Bennett witch, the longest line in the supernatural world. Show it. Own it. Be proud of it, baby girl.
Tossing caution to the wind, Bonnie stood on her tippy toes to lean over the bar. Knowing she would not be able to meet his lips, Stefan ducked his head to meet with the softest lips he ever tasted. The kiss was gentle and meek at first. Feeling brassy, Bonnie licked the bottom of Stefan's lips asking for an invitation to be invited into his cool cavern. Stefan was all too happy to oblige. A moan escaped the witch when she felt Stefan's tongue brush against hers.
Klaus starred daggers at his brother's back seeing him kiss his witch. The hybrid never felt this much wroth in his long life. He had forgotten for a moment that Stefan was his brother. All he saw was some filthy vampire touching what it was his. His hands were aching to snap his neck.
"Pure and effortless style." Kol shook his head seeing his brother kissing the witch. Elijah nodded his head in agreement.
What felt like a millennium but only a few minutes, the kiss ended. Stefan had missed his call while sucking face with Bonnie. Stefan cleared his throat. "I'll be back."
Bonnie nodded her head unable to speak after her first kiss with a vampire. She watched Stefan walk out the door for a moment then went back to work. Though she was pouring drinks and taking orders, her mind was still on the kiss her and her hero shared. She catches herself licking her lips or touching them while she worked the bar.
She could still feel the tingling sensation from the kiss. It made her body warm all over but gave her shivers down her spine. Unbeknownst of the witch, a pair of fiery blue eyes was glaring at her from across the room.
Elijah and Kol stared at their brother's reaction to the kiss and by looks of it, he wasn't taking it well. This was all too comical. "I'm going to go home before our brother pops." Elijah said to Kol. He stood from his seat and straightened his jacket. The Original walked over to the bar catching the witch attention. "It was nice meeting you, Miss Bonnie."
Elijah held out his hand and Bonnie placed hers in his. Like a chivalrous nobleman, he knew he was, the elder Original raised her hand to his lips and planted a chaste kiss on the witch's knuckles. Klaus was about to stand but Kol sat him back down. Elijah's lips parted from Bonnie's hand. Niklaus didn't miss Elijah's lingering to hold her hand before he left. It was official, he was going to stake them all tonight.
"Don't be so sour, Nik. You were the one that decided to sit on the sidelines and watch."
"Don't start with me, Kol."
His brother only shrugged. "I'm just saying, if you wanted her attention you should have taken the initiative to do so. You knew Stefan had his eyes on the witch the moment we came here. We all did, but you decided to let your brothers slide right in and take what yours. More so Stefan, Elijah was only trying to poke fun at you."
Though he hated it, he knew his brother was right. He knew Stefan was going to make a move on his witch, but he sat and did nothing. He watched his brother charm her, make her smile, flirt with his witch, but did nothing about it. What was he waiting for?
"What are you waiting for?" Kol asked the question that had been rolling around the hybrid's head all night.
He was intimidated.
Niklaus Mikaelson was intimidated by a woman half his size. Granted she was powerful, but the hybrid had met witches powerful than her. To him Bonnie was beautiful, but he had slept with many beautiful women with different nationalities from around the world. No, it wasn't the little witch's power or beauty he was intimidated by. It was her essence.
Bonnie Bennett spirit was pure light. Soon as the Mikaelson saw her, the laminate glow swallowed him whole. She was innocent and it showed in every aspect of Bonnie Bennett. It showed through her smile, her laughter, the way she walked, even through her magic. She was full of light while he was full of darkness. He wasn't redeemable, not with his demons sitting on his shoulders. Being with the witch would only snuff her light out. He couldn't bear to see that happen.
"I'm ready to go home." Klaus stood from his chair ready to leave.
Kol only shook his head but stood from his seat to follow his brother. Klaus ignored Bonnie's goodbye and waited by the door for Kol. Kol took his time to Bonnie. While stalking forward, the witch knew he was trouble. "Kol." She nodded to him as he leaned over the bar resting on his elbows.
"Bonnie. Do I get a kiss too or was that only for Stefan."
Bonnie shook her head but couldn't help the smile appearing on her face. She hadn't smiled this much in forever. It felt nice even if the cause were from a couple of vampires. "Goodnight, Kol."
Kol put his hand over his heart mocking his hurt feelings. Instead of making his brother 'pop', he blew her a kiss instead. To his surprise, Bonnie caught it with her hand and smacked it on her cheek making the original smile genuinely. It was a big difference than the smile from early on. The smile from before was sadistic and it shown in his eyes. Looking at the smile he gave her now, she could see the honesty in it. His eyes were warmer making them a honey brown hue, instead of cold dark ones.
"Goodnight, Bonnie." Kol left to meet his brother.
Klaus turned to follow his brother but halted when he heard a crash. He looked over his shoulder to find the Bennett witch kneeling over picking up broken glass off the floor. He watched her chestnut hair fall over her shoulder curtaining her face. He wanted to see it one more time before he go. Before he could stop himself, he was down on his knees helping Bonnie with the mess.
Bonnie was startled when Klaus quietly helped her with the glass. She stilled her movements and watched the top of the hybrid's head. The witch couldn't understand him. She knew the creature in front of him was cocky and sinister, she could feel it, but all night she could feel something else from him, loneliness. She didn't understand it. She watched him with his brothers and they looked like they were close from her point of view. How could he be lonely?
The witch felt him staring at her but she didn't pay him any mind. She was enjoying her time with Stefan but from time to time her thoughts went to the blonde haired blue eyed hybrid. Shaking her thoughts away, Bonnie continued to pick up the glass. When the floor was broken glass free, the two stood and threw the mess in the trash. Going toward the trashcan, Klaus' leather clothed arm brushed again Bonnie sending her a electric shock.
Feeling the surprising sensation, Bonnie jumped back. Klaus stared at her with narrowed eyes. He could tell she was rigid and tense. Her heart was beating fast making her blood pump and swish around in her veins. The hybrid took her stiff stature as a notion that she was scared of him.
Klaus cleared his throat. "Have a goodnight." Not able to stand seeing her afraid of him, he turned away from her and left out the door.
Bonnie was shocked how soft his voice sounded towards her. His accent was sexy as before but the way he said goodnight was like a soft caress. She liked the way his voice sounded. "Goodnight." She whispered, but he was already out the door.
Klaus stalked out the bar and walked briskly to the SUV where Kol was waiting for him. Coming his way, Stefan was crossing the street to enter back into the bar. "Leaving already?" Stefan asked.
Klaus held in his anger and walked passed him. "We're going home." He said over his shoulder.
Stefan's brow furrowed in confusion. He looked over to Kol who shook his head. "Wait for me. I'm just going to be a minute to say goodbye to Bonnie." With one lingering glance on his brother's back Stefan turned to head back to the bar. Halfway across the street he saw Bonnie walking out the bar looking in different directions. "Bonnie?"
Bonnie turned to Stefan and sighed in relief. "Hey." She met the vampire in the middle of the street.
"I was just about to come in and tell you I was leaving."
"Oh . . . well, okay. I had fun Stefan." And she truly meant it. She didn't have that much fun talking with someone in who knows how long.
"I had fun as well. I was thinking we could call each other some time. You can talk about your boring life and I could talk about how awesome I am." Stefan wiggled his eyebrows up down.
Bonnie chortled shaking her head. "Sure, why not."
As the two traded numbers, Klaus had his eyes on the little witch. Even looking at them swapping digits, he still couldn't make himself go to her. Kol stared at the intensity from his brother. He never seen him look like that before, not even towards Tatia. "You like her." It wasn't a question.
Klaus ignored his brother and kept watching Bonnie and Stefan talk a little more. They said their goodbye and Stefan began walking towards the SUV. The hybrid kept his eyes on the witch looking at Stefan. Slowly her eyes fell on him. Those gem-like green eyes stared back at him shining through his darkness like a beacon calling him home. The Original Hybrid shut that side of his mind off and tore his eyes away from her to get in the car.
Halfway in he heard his name. "Klaus!"
The hybrid froze hearing Bonnie call for him. His intent was to ignore her and get his ass in the car then drive off, but like a siren, he got out the car and saw the witch walk up to him. Moments later, she was standing toe to toe with him. Her green orbs stared at him, no – they were looking from something. They were looking into his soul. Slowly but surely the hybrid turned to her light, but unlike before it didn't burn him. There was warmth and safety in her light. A quilted cloak fell over his body and grasped his darken soul. She had him and she didn't even know it.
Hesitantly, Bonnie placed her hands on both of the hybrid stubble cheeks while keeping her gaze on his. When she knew he wasn't going to pull away, Bonnie hands relaxed against his face. She felt comfortable with him like this and she didn't know why. As she studied his eyes, she could see the loneliness and it broke her heart. She didn't know why she felt this way for the Original Hybrid. She didn't even know him and she knew he was dangerous. Though she had knowledge of this, she couldn't see herself turning away.
Her thumb traced over his stubble chin and the other traced circles on his cheek all the while keeping her eyes on him. "So lonely." She whispered to no one in particular. She didn't even know she spoke the words. She was so engrossed in the man in front of him. Within her, Bonnie felt a layer of her old self shed completely away, leaving her naked.
She didn't know she said it until he heard Klaus' intake of breath. Everything in the Original was telling him move away from her or shout at her and tell her she didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but yet he stands there letting this little woman caress him as if he was a child needed to be held.
Faltering on her movements, Bonnie took her hands away and immediately Klaus missed her touch. Bonnie stared up at him still searching until recognition was clear on her face. Her lips parted into a smile when she found it.
She found his humanity.
It was buried but it was there and it was beautiful to Bonnie. It was warm like the sun and swarmed in different colors. Blackness suffocated the spiraling colors but it was there. Bonnie stood on her tippy toes and had slid her hands flat on the hybrid's muscular chest to keep herself steady. Klaus watched in a daze not knowing what she was about to do. It wasn't until he felt the brush of her minty breath on his cheek that he knew what the little witch was planning.
Bonnie pressed her lips on Klaus' cheek. She could smell his cologne and the undertone of his natural scent. It was earthy with a hint of forest rain. She loved the aroma coming from him. The witch wanted to wrap herself in it. Bonnie let her lips linger on his cheek before she parted away.
It took everything in Klaus not to snatch her back to him. He liked how her body mended into his. They were a perfect fit. "What was that for?" He wanted to sound snarky but the question came out the complete opposite.
"That was for helping me pick up the glass." Klaus brow pinched together. Bonnie giggled at his scrunched up face. "Goodnight, Niklaus." The way she said his name was soft but yet lustrous as silk. He wanted her to say his name again.
Bonnie stepped back from him letting herself get on last look at the hybrid. With a parting smile, the Bennett witch turned away marching back into the bar. Klaus watched her until she couldn't see her anymore. As he watched her leave, his mind replayed what happened over and over again. He still could feel her lips on his cheek, the warm prints on his chest, he could still smell her lavender and honey shampoo in her hair and vanilla on her skin. He could sense everything about her.
"Not saying I didn't enjoy the show," Klaus heard Kol voice from the car. "But we do have to go home, Nik."
Home?
Everything clicked back into place. His brothers were waiting on him in the car. Not wasting time, the hybrid sat in his seat, turned on the ignition and drove off. The car was filled with silence halfway home. It would have been the whole ride home if Stefan didn't break the eerie stillness in the car.
"You're not going to share are you?" He sighed already knowing the answer.
Just like that, Kol's blusterous laughter filling the space. Klaus felt the corner of his lip turn up. "Nope." the Original said with overflowing appreciable amount satisfaction he could muster. He was not turning away from getting his little witch, brother be damned.
"Great." Stefan said dully and took out his phone to play angry birds.
Stefan knew when to pick his fights with his brother and by the look on his face when he was staring at Bonnie was any indication to bow out gracefully, he took it. Stefan wasn't afraid of the hybrid. There were many times he went against brother. He might have lost but he wasn't a coward. He stood up to him and he was respected by his brothers and by many others for doing so.
However, when Klaus was determined to have something or someone and have that craze look in his eyes, he could be ruthless and conniving. Stefan Salvatore was a hundred and sixty-six years old, he would like to reach a thousand in his undead life, thank you very much.
"I guess the charmer has finally lost his touch." Kol said while pinching his brother's cheeks.
While Stefan and Kol banter, the hybrid ignored it as background noise. The only thing was on his mind was Bonnie Bennett and how he was going make her his. The flutter on his cheek from her kiss was still present. He wanted more of her kisses. He wanted more of her touches. He wanted more of her infectious light. He wanted all of Bonnie Bennett, and he will have her.
Even with the determination of getting his witch, Niklaus had no idea how deeply the Bennett witch was going to be a part of his life and Bonnie didn't know how deeply she was going to be in love with the Original Hybrid. This was the beginning of a new chapter for both of them. Their togetherness would bring something beautiful, something magnificent and new. No one knew the crucial impact of their need for each other. An unbreakable bond would form between the two and bodies would fall to their feet if anyone tries to disrupt or fracture that bond.
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"It wasn't fair. I had you fair and square." Stefan pouted.
Bonnie scoffed at her friend and took her shoulder from under her chin earning her another poke. "You make me sound like a shiny toy to be won over."
"All I'm saying is that I had you and Klaus ruined it." Bonnie knew Stefan wasn't serious. She knew her friend was happy for them and supported them, but that didn't stop him from bringing up the almost 'Mrs. Salvatore incident'. He occasionally take pleasure in reminding Klaus that he was his wife's first vampire kiss. Evidently he takes pleasure when her husband 'pops'.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around Stefan's waist burying herself in a snuggled bundle on his chest. "I'm sure being Mrs. Salvatore would have been awesome."
She felt the weight of his chin on top of her head. "You think so?" Stefan couldn't help but to ask as he rubbed his hand up and down her open displayed back.
He just realized Bonnie's attire for the celebration. She was wearing an ivory Grecian styled dress that flowed down to her petite feet. Her legs crossed under the white Victorian vanity table showing her buttery brown skin through her slit that started almost to her hip. Golden ropes held up the delicate dress and wrapped around her slender neck leaving her arms and back bare. Stefan was amazed how much he loved his brother, because if he didn't . . .
"I know for sure it would be awesome." Bonnie said with confidence. Stefan smiled into her hair and kissed her forehead. Bonnie waited a beat before speaking again. "But being Mrs. Mikaelson is way better." she said putting emphasis on the word way.
"You know what . . ." Stefan couldn't finish his sentence between trying to push Bonnie away from him and the interruption from her blusterous laughter.
Though Mrs. Mikaelson chiming laughter filled the compound, it didn't cover the ear-splitting screams from down below. The screams continued as the owner tried to wiggle herself free from her heavy chains. She knew she was going to die and for once in her thousand plus years, she was terrified because the prisoner of the Mikaelson House knew she was at the end of her rope and it ended with Bonnie Mikaelson.
So how was that for a first chapter? I would love to see what you guys thought about it. Reviews are welcomed and feel free to check out my other fics I am working on: Allure (True Blood fanfic) and Kiss From A Rose (The Vampire Diaries fanfic). Next Chapter is called: I Won't Do What You Tell Me. A Sire and his childe get into a little tiff over a little witch. Until next time lovelies :)