A/N: This is my first Klonnie Fic and I'm a little nervous for sharing. This takes place after s4 of TVD and during s1 of The Originals. I will be following some of The Originals storyline, but a lot of things will be different. I hope you all enjoy!
No copyright infringement intended.
"What are you doing, Bonnie?"
"I can bring Jeremy back. I can keep him here."
"No, you can't. It was the will of nature. There is no magic in this world that is strong enough to challenge it."
"I have every magic. I have the spirits. I have expression. And I have the darkness."
Bonnie Sheila Bennett's eyes shot roughly open and it felt as if the breath had been stripped from her lungs as she tried to gasp for air.
"I have the witches, and my grams… you can see ghosts, we can talk whenever we want."
"No… No! No, you can't be dead."
"I'm going to be okay, I promise."
The memories slammed through her skull, almost causing her to lose consciousness. Her insides felt like they were on fire, almost as if she were being burned alive, and her flesh felt like it was being ripped off. Tears escaped her eyes as she tried to concentrate on anything else but the pain smashing within her bones.
Bonnie didn't know how long it took for the pain to subside, but when it did, she was finally able to concentrate on her surroundings. She had no idea where she was, but she knew that she was outside and it was nightfall.
She tried lifting herself up, but her body felt like it was being pinned to the ground by a four hundred pound weight, sinking her to the bottom of the ocean. She almost wondered if that would feel better than what she was feeling now.
Her head was able to turn to the side, and she didn't know if the tombstones before her were a figment of her imagination. She tried to recall any memories that could explain what was going on, but nothing seemed to make any sense. The last thing she remembered was walking onto the other side with her grandmother. And now, she was waking up in what was probably a grave yard, feeling an immense amount of pain.
Was this her punishment? Was she still on the other side forced to spend an eternity alone and in pain? She thought that when witches died and appeared on the other side that they were the only supernatural beings that could be around one another. She even thought that she would become one of the spirits that other witches would call on if in need. But, then again she had used and abused her power. She had constantly helped out the abominations of nature, and she had allowed expression to seduce its way into her every being. She was already on a very tight rope when it came to the spirits, so maybe this was her outcome.
Maybe this was her hell.
Faint voices caught her attention. Her natural instincts told her to run and hide, but unfortunately, she was stuck. All she could do was close her eyes and be surrendered helpless. And that alone was enough to sprout fear inside her heart.
"I only came here to see you, Lijah, I am not staying."
"I have already told you that I will keep our brother in line. Always and forever remember?"
"You say that now, but what happens when he daggers you and puts you in a box for half a century? What will always and forever do for you then?"
Bonnie didn't know if she should relax her eyes at the two familiar voices growing closer towards her. It belonged to people that she hoped she'd never see again. And the fact that they were about to stumble upon her left her afraid.
"Is that….?"
"Ms. Bennett?"
Bonnie's eyes opened and connected with Elijah and Rebekah Mikaelson. She wanted desperately to move away, but her body had its own agenda of staying paralyzed.
"Bonnie, can you hear me?" Elijah knelt down beside her.
Bonnie tried to say something, anything, but it seemed that everything was working against her.
"We should take her back to the manor." She heard Rebekah say, as Elijah picked her up.
Being in Elijah's arms made Bonnie feel somewhat weightless, but, it only lasted for a brief moment before the pain from earlier crept its way back in. And she couldn't do anything about it but suffer in silence.
Death had to be better than this.
"How the hell did she end up here in New Orleans?"
Bonnie's eyes widened a little at Rebekah's question, but with the pain and nausea bombarding her, she couldn't do anything but commit the ultimate level of trust….
Surrender herself unconscious into the arms of her enemies.
"Niklaus, the girl is carrying your child."
"No, that's impossible."
"Kill her and the baby, what do I care."
"This town was my home once, and in my absence, Marcel has gotten everything that I ever wanted. Power, loyalty, family. I made him in my image and he has bettered me. I want what he has. I want to be King."
"And what of Hayley and the baby?
"Every king needs an heir."
Klaus Mikaelson let his twelve year old bottle of scotch slide its way down his throat as he thought about the occurrences over the last couple months. He was currently in the place he had built and called home centuries ago. New Orleans. The witches of The French Quarter had drawn him back into the city, hoping that he would defeat Marcel, the vampire he created two hundred years ago. His protégé. Then there was the one night stand that he had with Hayley, the young werewolf that was carrying his child. His brother was hoping he would find redemption through the power of family and the miracle child, but his sister was doubtful, thinking he was beyond redemption.
And maybe she was right, maybe Klaus was beyond saving, because despite his brother's best efforts, Klaus had a plan of his own. After spending months learning Marcel's tactics, he knew soon that he would be able to reclaim the city that was once his and he would be king.
His lips curved into a devilish smile as he took another sip. He was then pulled out of his thoughts by the voices of his brother and sister filling the room.
"Ah dear sister, all talk I see. I knew you could not stay away for long."
Rebekah rolled her eyes at her brother. "I only came to see Elijah. I wouldn't even have come to this place if we hadn't stumbled upon a certain witch in the cemetery."
Klaus didn't have to look at the figure in his brother's arms to know whom they were referring to. He could feel the witch's power radiating through the air as soon as they stepped inside.
Bonnie Bennett. The youngest witch to the powerful Bennett line, and the one who almost succeeded in ending his life once upon a time.
He stared at her unconscious form in Elijah's arms. This would be the perfect time to attack her carotid and snap her pretty little neck. He had never seen her look so vulnerable and weak in all the time he had come in contact with her.
"I must say you executed the swapping spell brilliantly. I didn't think you had it in you."
"I did it to save my friends and my mother Klaus. Not you."
"The spirits won't be happy with you."
"The spirits don't get to tell me what to do anymore. I'm done getting pushed around by all of you. I did it because I wanted to."
He could remember that moment almost like it was yesterday. Granted, he was stuck in the pathetic Lockwood boy's body at the time, but Bonnie had held this defiance within herself that was almost inspiring.
So, he would respect her enough to end her life when she was awake and able to put up a good fight.
"Why is she here?" He inquired, trying not to imagine the witch's blood that would be coursing through his veins soon. It was strange that she would be in the French Quarter, especially when the last time he saw her, she was in Mystic Falls, participating in a graduation ceremony.
"Your guess would be as good as mine, Niklaus." Elijah answered; his eyes never leaving Bonnie's still form. "I am going to put her in one of the rooms."
"The noble Elijah… always trying to help a good damsel. By the way, the little werewolf is asleep in the room next to yours."
Elijah ignored his brother and took Bonnie upstairs.
"Do not get any ideas about Bonnie, Nik." Rebekah stepped in front of him. "I know how you hold grudges. Plus, I am sure the blonde cheerleader you fancy would have a problem with it."
Klaus smirked. He knew what Rebekah was implying, and decided to turn it around on her. "Have you seen Marcel yet, dear sister? You do remember him don't you? He fancies himself the king of the quarter. He has these rules about killing vampires and since on your way into town you slaughtered a few, I wonder what punishment he has for you."
Rebekah remembered her kill from earlier today. It brought a smile to her lips. They deserved it for thinking that they could push their way on defenseless women.
"I do not care about Marcel or his rules."
"I'm sure you don't."
She ignored him and began walking upstairs. "I am going to retire to a room." She then turned back and shot him a glare. "And that does not mean I will be staying permanently."
"Whatever you say, Rebekah."
"And like I said, leave the Bennett witch alone."
He watched as his little sister went upstairs. There was a powerful Bennett witch in his home that rendered him helpless a couple of times. Leaving her alone was out of the question. He was going to kill her after he found out why she was here.
That was a guarantee.
Bonnie's eyes opened, as she took a deep intake of breath and sat up quickly. She took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the sun shining brightly through the window; a window that did not look familiar, in a room that was not her own.
The bed that she was lying on was almost too comfortable to get out of, but she needed to know where she was and what was going on. It was when she stood out of bed that she realized she was still in the same dress she wore for her high school graduation.
"Do me this favor. You tell Elena and Caroline that I'm spending the summer with my mom."
"I can't. They need to know."
"For the first time in forever, my friends are okay. I don't want to take that away from them."
The memories entered her mind almost simultaneously. She remembered over using expression to bring Jeremy back and it killing her. She remembered closing the veil and walking over into the other side with her grams. And no sooner did that happened, she was waking up in pain, lying in a grave yard, with Elijah and Rebekah Mikaelson standing over her. She even remembered Rebekah saying something about New Orleans.
Was she really in New Orleans?
The anxiety began to set in and her palms began to get sweaty at the sudden awareness. If that were true, how did she come to be here? She felt like she was missing something in between the time she went with her grandmother and then appearing in New Orleans, but nothing was adding up.
And that's when she noticed it. Her magic. She couldn't feel her magic flowing within her. Every time she felt troubled or on edge, she would rely on her magic to soothe her; to give her a sense of contentment. And at the realization of it not being there anymore, she could feel her throat closing up.
The door crashing open, made her turn to see Rebekah rushing in and speeding towards her.
"Bonnie…. Bonnie, it's okay, breathe…. breathe." Rebekah tried to soothe her. "Nik! Lijah! It's happening again!"
Again? She thought. Had she done this before?
It wasn't Elijah rushing in that made her eyes widen, it was Klaus Mikaelson, standing by the doorway. She grabbed onto Rebekah instantly, and her steel grip would have probably bruised her if she weren't a thousand year old vampire.
"We need to get Sophie here again." Elijah stated, watching as Bonnie fought for breath.
Klaus noticed the frightened look in Bonnie's eyes as they connected with his. He could feel her fear, and that made him proud. It was almost intoxicating to see that look cross her features and it being directed towards only him. But as much as he would love to continue to revel in it, he was absolutely tired of her excessive panic attacks.
He stalked over to her and Rebekah and bit into his wrist. "That useless Devereaux had not been able to do anything as of yet, otherwise this would not be happening every day."
He pulled the witch to him, ignoring the way she tried to cling to his sister's arm, and fed her his blood. He wasn't at all surprised that she struggled at first.
"Niklaus," Elijah said, noticing Bonnie trying to put up a fight, "She is going through withdrawal from the expression, you heard what Sophie said."
"Yes, but it has been a week. She will heal faster with my blood inside of her."
Rebekah unwilling let go of Bonnie. "You do not know that!"
Bonnie didn't even know what to think as the coppery taste of Klaus's blood made its way down her throat. The fact that it was his blood alone was enough to make her gag.
When his blood did start to work, she stopped struggling, but that didn't mean that she would let her guard down.
Minutes later she was sitting back in bed, taking sips of water. All three of The Originals were standing around her, watching her as if she may have another episode.
"How are you feeling?"
She didn't answer Rebekah's question right away. In all honesty, she didn't know what she was feeling. She could say that she was feeling better from the night in the grave yard, but knowing that she didn't have her magic and not knowing how she got here, was making her emotions all haywire.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions."
Bonnie's eyes connected with Elijah's, and an instant calm embraced her. It was a bit shocking, because in her mind, Elijah was no better than Klaus. His tactic of manipulation was just different and more obsolete than his psychotic brother.
"W-what happened? Why am I here?" She felt like she hadn't heard herself speak in awhile and her throat felt a little hoarse from doing so.
"All perfect questions that will be answered when an acquaintance of ours arrives. What is the last thing you remember?"
She took a moment to allow everything to come together. "I- I remember dying. I remember closing the veil to the other side and walking over with my Grams, and then I…I woke up here."
"Bonnie, you closed the veil over two months ago."
Bonnie's eyes widened at Rebekah's voice. That couldn't be right. If she arrived in New Orleans a week ago, then it should have been one week ago when she closed the veil.
Originally, her plans were too communicate with Jeremy on the other side since he could talk to ghosts. He was supposed to inform everyone that she was spending time with her mom, and they were supposed to believe that somewhat farfetched lie, and have the summer of their lives.
She needed to contact them. "I-I have to call…" She couldn't even process her words right now, due to all of the thoughts swarming in her head. "I need a phone. I-I need to call them." She didn't add the part that what she really needed was her magic above anything else.
Klaus's voice stopped her from standing up. "Your friends have been called, little witch. They just had your funeral yesterday. Apparently the little Gilbert boy just informed them a few days ago of your death." He remembered Caroline crying frantically on the phone for an hour last night, when he called.
"Did you tell them I was alive?"
"Your idiot bubbly friend would not stop crying for us to get a word in edge wise." Rebekah seethed, and smirked at Klaus. "Plus, we didn't know if you would wake up. You kept seizing every day, and we thought it a matter of time before you…" She paused for a moment, "But, no need to bring up the past, since you are alive and well now."
"Depending on if I continue to let you live."
All eyes went to Klaus, and he did not seem apologetic about his outburst.
"Excuse my brother," Elijah said, "His blunt behavior and manners were lost upon him as a child."
Rebekah offered a smile to her, "I brought some clothes for you. I do hope they are your size, and the bathroom is right through there. I'm sure a bath would help ease your mind."
And yet even though Bonnie could tell that Rebekah and Elijah were trying to lighten the mood, her eyes remained on Klaus. He was staring at her like he couldn't wait to strangle her.
"If you're going to kill me, why wait?"
"Why would I kill you when you can barely stand up straight, dear? When I do end your life, it will be a fair fight." Klaus would leave out the part that during her week of being in and out of consciousness, he had discovered new plans for her arrival.
Having a Bennett witch on his side would definitely aide him in his plan to take back his city. And, if she refused or tried to double cross him, then he would simply kill her.
"That's enough, Niklaus." Elijah interrupted.
"Yes, Nik. Shouldn't you be tending to Hayley. She is carrying your child, and since you've made her a prisoner here, you should at least focus on her from time to time."
"Elijah has been more than willing to take over that responsibility."
Bonnie wasn't sure if she was hearing them right. Klaus was having a child? Klaus got someone pregnant? How was that possible? That's when she realized it; she had to be stuck in the twilight zone or in another dimension. Maybe the spirits were playing a trick on her and she was actually still dead. That's the only plausible explanation she could come up with; unless she decided to believe in the impossible and think that she was at home asleep in her bed, having a night mare.
She snapped out of her daze, when Rebekah handed her a cell phone. "You can use my phone to call your annoying friends. I'm sure they miss their witch."
Bonnie ignored Klaus's eyes on her when Rebekah pushed him out of the room, with Elijah following. Any sane person would be terrified that she was in a house full of original vampires. Klaus could barge right back into this room and kill her without even blinking, and yet even though that nerved her and probably made her a little insane for not escaping when she had the chance, she was more focused on other things right now.
They informed her that someone was coming to explain it all to her, but that still didn't relax her state of mind.
To her dad and her friends, she was dead. The whole world thought she had died. The logical thing to do would be to phone her friends and family to inform them that she was still alive. She had a phone right in front of her. She could dial up her dad, Caroline, Elena, Jeremy….hell, even Damon right now, but her fingers stayed still. What if her being alive was only temporary? What if she was only back for a specific purpose and then she was going to get ripped away again. It would just be a constant grieving process for her loved ones and they would never be able to move on.
But then there were the questions that kept popping into her mind every five minutes. Why did Jeremy wait so long to tell everyone if she died two months ago? And what happened over on the other side for two months? Or did time work differently there?
Bonnie may have spent over an hour in the shower trying to come up with different answers, but still nothing made sense. After getting dressed, grateful that the clothes Rebekah picked out for her, fit, she grabbed the cell phone, and decided to leave the room.
She didn't know why she expected anything less than being in a mansion, especially when the room they put her in was ten times bigger than hers. Their place almost looked like a museum.
She was too drained to actually tour the place and she didn't want to run into a Mikaelson right now, so she made her way into an open room downstairs to debate on if she should contact her father or not.
Bonnie's breath caught in her throat at all the art displayed in front of her. The room was full of several paintings and canvases, and it reminded her of one big art gallery. One of the paintings in the corner really caught her eye. It seemed dark, hollow, and yet the way the colors were mixed together held a hidden strength. She wasn't an artist and she didn't necessarily have that knack of expertise in the field, but it did almost speak to her on a certain level.
All that aside, she knew she needed to call her father. He may have not been around much in her life, but at the end of the day she was all he had, and she couldn't let him think she was dead. At least if things didn't go right this time, she could ease him into it.
She dialed his cell phone and it immediately went to voicemail. That was odd. Her dad was probably the only person she knew that kept his phone on a charger. But, then again, she had to look at the fact that he just attended her funeral. She then called her home phone and it went straight to an operator.
A feeling of dread instantly coursed through her.
"Seemed as if you have stumbled into my study."
She quickly turned around to see Klaus standing in the door way. Out of instinct she backed up a little, and almost ran into the painting that she liked the most.
"You have no reason to be frightened, love. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already."
If she wasn't so worried about her dad and everything else under the sun, his threat would have probably made her run for the hills, but she just rolled her eyes and turned back to the painting.
"That still doesn't mean you won't." She had more things to worry about then Klaus's threats.
Klaus walked up and stood beside her. Her little action would have infuriated him if she wasn't staring at his favorite painting.
"I see that you are enjoying my work."
"You did this?"
"I've done them all."
She glanced at him. For a split second she almost forgot that she was standing next to a psychotic killer hybrid.
"Consider me shocked."
He smirked. "What? You assume that I spend all my days torturing and killing everyone?"
"Is that even a question you want me to answer?"
Klaus had to admit, he admired the Bennett witch. And this proved why. She just spent a week writhing in pain after coming back from the dead, and still held a fiery attitude towards him. He could tell that she was drain and yet she was standing beside him like a warrior.
"Should I expect your little friends to be making a visit to my home soon?"
Bonnie didn't say anything as she looked back at the phone in her hands.
"Let me guess, you don't want to be their little puppet witch anymore; have them pulling the strings to your life?"
She glared at him. "No one pulls any strings to my life, Klaus. Everything I've done was because I wanted to do it."
"I specifically remember you giving me a little speech like that before, love, and where did that leave you. Oh, that is right… dead."
Bonnie would never admit it out loud, but Klaus was right. Everything that she had done after speaking very similar words to him in the past, had been for everyone but her. She even gave up her life for someone else's to enjoy there's.
"This painting means strength."
His words interrupted her thoughts, and she was almost grateful for it.
"It means that even the loneliest people… the people who sacrifice the most, have a strength that others would dream of."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you are a warrior, Bonnie. Your sacrifices have been questionable, but you are still a warrior. You are brave. I may have tried to kill you and your little friends before, but even I see it."
Klaus would never be able to give an explanation as to why he revealed that to her. He watched as she continued to look between his sister's phone and the painting.
"I um…. I usually have all the answers. I am supposed to have all the answers I think. I mean, I'm a witch. I have to hold it all together and be the levelheaded one. I was supposed to help balance nature and instead I…. I went against it." She didn't know why she was confiding in him. It was probably because with her luck, her being alive right now was only temporary. And if that were the case then it didn't matter who she talked too. "I had a power inside of me so lethal that I could have destroyed this world and I don't even remember how I got it. I mean… I know Shane had something to do with it, I know he manipulated and hypnotized me, but there are so many blanks that I can't fill, and… I…." She paused. "I was going to call my dad and I can't get in touch with him. I can't… his cell phone is always charged and our home phone is disconnected and…" She tried her best to hold in the tears.
Klaus noticed that Bonnie was exposing herself to him. People who were branded warriors in his eyes only did that for one reason. They knew they were going to die.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you this." She admitted. "Maybe I'm just done trying." She set Rebekah's phone down, and began to walk away. "I'm just so tired."
Klaus was about to go after her, but Rebekah appeared in the door way.
"The Devereaux witch is here."
She led Bonnie where Sophie was, but not before shooting Klaus a look. She knew her brother was up to something.
Bonnie and the French Quarter witch, Sophie Devereaux, had been sitting across from each other, holding hands for a little over ten minutes. Klaus and Rebekah were standing in the corner watching them, even though Sophie insisted that they didn't have to be present.
Klaus quickly shot that idea down.
Bonnie didn't even think the spell Sophie was trying to perform was going to work. She didn't doubt her capabilities, but there was so much going against the witch righ now. Bonnie didn't have her powers, and apparently witches weren't allowed to practice in the French Quarter anymore.
"Fuck the rules."
Sophie had told her right before starting the spell. Even though she quickly added that Klaus would handle the enforcer of those rules, if there were a problem.
She also let Bonnie know that the magical withdrawal she had gone through would have killed her. They honestly didn't think she would make it through one day, let alone a week. Being the third person on record to ever use expression and the only one person to ever be resurrected from it was a gift within itself.
Even though the withdrawal entailed that it was the expression and all the magic fighting against her, Bonnie had a feeling that the spirits also had something to do with it as well. They loved to punish those who went against them.
After Sophie rambled about what an honor it was to be in the same room as a Bennett witch, and Klaus expressing his urgency to get everything over with, she began the spell.
"We should have enlisted a more powerful witch." Rebekah joked. "How long is this really supposed to take?
Sophie shot her a glare, and before she could say anything, Bonnie's head jerked back and her hands tightened around hers.
Every candle in the house flared and every light bulb in the house cracked.
When Bonnie's eyes came back into contact with Sophie's, it looked as if she were staring right through her.
"What's happening? Is it working?" Rebekah asked frantically, at the sudden chill entered the house.
"I don't know, I've never done this before."
"Are you kidding me?"
Bonnie could barely hear everyone around her, as a sea of memories engulfed her. It flashed through her mind like a movie being fast forward. She could see herself walking onto the other side with Grams and standing in the center amongst several witches. She couldn't make out what they were saying, before another memory entered her mind.
She was now staring at herself visiting Jeremy. He was smiling at her, and extending his hands out to touch her, even though they wouldn't be able to feel each other. She could see herself watching Caroline shopping with her mom, and Elena and Damon getting cozy at the Salvatore boarding house.
She could remember it all.
She had been on the other side. She was able to watch her friends have the summer of their lives. She was there for all of it.
How could she forget all of that?
And when she thought her walk down memory lane was over, something changed.
Bonnie was now watching herself stand in a crowd full of people. She smiled as she noticed her dad on stage talking. But then something happened. Stefan walked forward and took the microphone. He was talking, but she couldn't quite understand what he was saying. Only something looked strange about him. She realized then, that it wasn't Stefan, but Silas.
He was controlling everyone to watch as he slit her father's throat.
Bonnie watched herself scream as the memory disappeared and she was looking back at Sophie. She immediately let go of her hands and looked up at Rebekah and Klaus standing around her. She even noticed that Elijah and Hayley were present.
"Bonnie…" She barely heard her name escape Sophie's lips. "Bonnie, did it work? What happened?"
They were all talking amongst her, but she couldn't comprehend anything.
She stood up and walked right pass them. Her throat felt like it was closing up again, and she needed fresh air.
As soon as she stepped outside, she fell to her knees and threw up.
She couldn't stop the tears flowing from her eyes. Her dad was dead. He was murdered right in front of her, and she just stood there, not being able to do anything about it. She had died. She had lost her magic. She had saved everyone's lives time and time again, and looked where that led her.
Bonnie could feel herself spiraling in nothing but pain and emotion, and it was literally too much to take. When her eyes landed on Klaus who was now kneeling in front of her, her words were so soft that it could only be heard by a vampire.
"Please… kill me…"
A/N: Thank you all for reading! I don't want to seem repetitive, but again, this is set after season 4 of vampire diaries and during s1 of the originals. I will be following some of the storyline within the originals, but a lot of things will be different. As you noticed some dialogue will be from the show, and I am NOT claiming those specific scenes as my own. The show, transcripts, and wiki helped me out a lot.
I hope you enjoyed and are willing to take this journey with me. Please review and let me know what you think =)