Why I'm writing this? Welp, I just needed someone to write the story where hope and Bonnie tries to bring Klaus back to life. However, no one did, and I'm clearing my mind. I don't know if I'm going to pursue this and have like 8 chapter, or how good it is. However, I thought someone must want to read this.
Please review.
Prologue: Letter
A year later, the pain has not to subdue. The guilt refuses to disappear, and so Hope Mikealson chooses to dedicate her life to an impossible task. It does not matter how long it takes, but she will return Klaus Mikealson to this world.
Twelve months later, her heart continues to bleed for her loss. The adolescent misses her father. Consequently, she starts to explore the possibilities, which may help to return him to the living world. From old grimoires to many unknown magical legends, Hope searches for an answer everywhere. She can't relinquish the hope for a happy conclusion.
Although, her legal guardian, Caroline Forbes request that she accepts her father's death and grieve. In the last 365 days, Hope has done nothing else but shed tears for her dead father and uncle. However, the pain continues to incapacitate her mind. She continues to hear his voice and his last words.
She feels so alone with her father. Now, her aunt, Rebekah, has started her human life, and Freya is happy and married. Although the teenager is happy that her aunts retrieve a semblance of balance, it does not erase her pain. She has not been as lucky as they have, and she can't forget her loss. Hope failed to move on and start a new life. Guilt holds her on the exact same spot where she stood a year ago.
However, it no longer matters how she feels. She has found her solution, and it is in an all the travelers' grimoires. A passage about the other side and how it came to be catches her eyes. She attempts to talk about it with Caroline Forbes, but the blonde woman refuses to entertain the idea of any sort of magic bringing Klaus back to life. Caroline prefers to share memories of her time with Hope's father as if it would appease the teenager. In addition, the Mikealson tribrid does not want to hear about how Caroline dealt with her mother loss.
The young adolescent starts to suspect that the blonde's love for her father must be superficial. How could she easily move on after his death? She continued to run the school, and she continued to play mother to the twins. Now, Caroline attempts to play mother with her too, and it is the last thing that Hope wants. She doesn't need a mother, and she barely felt a connection with her dead mother.
However, she wants her father back, and so the Mikealson tribrid continues to throw herself into grimoires and old legends. She slowly starts to become a pariah, and she seeks isolation from the rest of the students. The type of magic, which she attempts to practice, is powerful. Her body can't stand the effort, and it leaves her tired. How powerful she is, as a tribrid does not matter, the spells are heavy and require magic, which she does not possess. The attempt to build the other side was a failure, and the fainting spell that followed for the next two weeks should have been enough to stop her.
Hope refuses to let go, and with more researches, she discovers that the other side will be unable to stand on its own. It will only reform Klaus' soul, but his body no longer exists. It is a stone in her shoe, but nothing, which can stop the young witch. She has started to extend her research to Elijah's collection of grimoires. Aside from his insane obsession with the doppelgangers' magic, she finds something about prison worlds and many things about Bayou's witches. Her discovery starts a new obsession, and she throws herself into learning more of each type of magic. If she will be able to imprison her father volatile soul in one of those prison worlds, she won't need a body. Much like with the other side, her magical abilities are not enough to create a prison world. It is a failure, but she refuses to give up.
She reads about Gemini and Bennett witches. She knows Gemini witches, though she has not spoken to any of the twins in an attempt to avoid their overbearing mother. Hope has grown tired of Caroline affection and attempt to connect. Mother and daughter relationship always felt unfamiliar to her. Now, with no living parent, she did not want a bond with a stranger because her father held a candle for the woman. A year and two months after Klaus death, it became clear that Caroline may have had an infatuation for her father, but love was a reach. It is the reason why Hope is not receptive to her attempt to honor Klaus' last wish. In addition, the fact that Caroline attempts to discourage her madman quest adds to the adolescent's dislike of the woman.
"Klaus is gone, and he will want you happy." The tribid witch doesn't want to hear another variation of that sentence.
He will want her happy, and searching for ways to bring him back has returned the life into the young woman. Hope has explored many types of magic. The voodoo from the Bayou, the ancient magic of the immortal, and the bonding magic of the Gemini are all promising. When she ultimately comes close to a tangible solution, it is a beautiful epiphany. This time, her mind is not adamantly searching for a solution around little fragments of magic. It occurs to the young practicing witch that there is stability in the number three. Her tribrid nature makes her a target because she is a perfect balance of three of the most magical creatures. Although, her magic comes out of nowhere in her parental equation. Perhaps, she should look into unifying the different types of magic. A way to bring back Klaus' soul, a way to bind him to something earthly, and the resurrection. To summarize she needs to rebuild the other side, the prison world, and she must learn to practice old voodoo. It no longer sounds so simple, and she may be above her magical competences.
However, she has a plan, and now, she needs a mean to her end. Hope picks up her phone, and she calls her aunt Freya. Hope waits for the phone to ring, and it is an old habit of her aunt to allow the phone to ring.
"Hello?" She hears a cheerful tone of her aunt, and it is another person, which moved on from her father's death.
"Aunt Freya, it is me..." The happy cry from her aunt interrupts her.
If there is anyone, who comes close to be a mother to Hope, it is Freya. It is the reason why the young women attempted to stay away from her aunt. If Freya asked her to cease her attempt to revive her father, Hope may be inclined to listen.
"Baby, is anything wrong?" She questions with anxiety coating her words.
Caroline's calls may have reached her, and now she will want to talk about everything. Hope takes a minute before answering her aunt's question.
"I'm good, aunt Freya. I thought that I should call because it has been months." She stops herself from going straight to the point. She does not want to alert her aunt.
Therefore, for the next two hours, she brushes subjects, which she has ceased to care about fourteen months ago. From boyfriends, who she does not have to friends, who she has ceased to have. Hope indulges Freya as much as she can. The young woman waits for the opportune moment to strike, and it seems never to come. After fourteen months with meager news from her niece, Freya wants to know everything. Hope has nothing to share, and she has to pry on Freya's knowledge of witches. Her patience starts to thin, and she sighs after another thirty minutes of conversation. Perhaps, she should introduce the subject.
" Aunt Freya?" She stops due to her growing hesitation.
However, she can no longer live with the guilt. A transient discomfort can't be worse than years of guilt. She draws a deep breath and restarts with a new found confidence.
" Aunt Freya, I'm having some trouble in the history of magic." She pursues a lie.
Both Freya and Hope know that history of magic is not a class. However, Freya pretends to believe her niece lie. She does not want to take anything away from the last hours, and she will indulge the child as she indulged her.
" Hmmm. What is troubling you about the history, " Freya replies to her niece, and she nods to acknowledge her beautiful wife when she enters the house.
" Well..." She does not know how to brush the subject without arousing suspicions. Her inquiry is quite clear, and they all have to do with souls and dead people.
The line goes quiet for a minute. Hope expects her aunt to start a lecture about grief like Caroline does, but Freya understands the teenager. She is a mikealson, and she knows what it means. It is her duty to look for ways before giving up on her father.
" Baby?" She questions to bring Hope out of her crowded mind.
" Aunt Freya, please." She starts to plead before asking what she wants to hear.
She knows the usual answer, and tonight, she wants her family to indulge her. She wants some support for being the only one holding the flame of hope. She does not want to be alienated by another adult, who supposedly loved her father.
" They called you Hope for a reason, and you were everything to Niklaus. Is only hope to happiness after he lost..." She stops before revealing what his brother will want to keep a secret even in his tomb.
" Baby, asks your question." She decides to remove the anxiety on Hope's shoulder.
" aunt Freya what do you know about the other side, the prison world, and the zambie cult in voodoo." She rushes through her question and pours them at an unexpected speed.
Ultimately, having the freedom to speak exhilarates her mind. Freya fights the desire to warn her niece about false hopes. Herself being a powerful witch, she had considered the options. However, she knows the young girl's attempts will end in deception, and it may be the only way for her to finish grieving. Consequently, she starts talking and shares what she knows about the topics. Her explanation on the other side is a tale about the first Bennett woman. Freya talks about Qetsiyah, and Hope listens with fascination. The explanation about the prison world is no different. It is another story about a Bennett woman. Hope hears of Sheila Bennett, and the woman is impressive.
The Bennette wield many types of magic, which Hope wished to possess. Later on, the tale reaches Bonnie Bennett, and the name is not unfamiliar to the adolescent. She has seen and heard it somewhere. Her mind is irritated because she can't pinpoint where she saw it. Consequently, she focuses on her aunt's tales about voodoo zambie magic. It all starts to sound the same, and somewhere there is always a Bennett witch involved. This one is a slave descent, and she is a proud woman of the south. She is even prouder because she is from Saint Domingue, and she spoke of sorcery without fear. She claimed to bring man back to life, and Hope wants to dwell in that necromancy. The history is not lost on Hope. Bennett women may be the reason behind her failed attempts to create the other side and the prison world. She wants to ask more, and she does not know where to start.
" I have never heard of the Bennett women before tonight," Hope says, and it is her way to inquire more.
Now, it is Freya's turn to hesitate. There is a reason why her niece never heard of the Bennet women. Klaus' past with one and the consequence of that past are to blame. However, Klaus no longer lives, and there is no secrecy to honor.
"Perhaps, because only one has survived this crazy world," Freya answers, but she continues to hesitate to pursue on the matter.
There is so much to the Bennett and Mikealson's History. Some secrets are so old that they should not be unburied.
"There is one alive?" Hope's heart summersaults, and she wants to know more about that single Bennett alive.
"Hmmm...Bonnie Bennett still lives, although no one has seen her in years. She was Caroline best friend, and she could tell you more. All I know of her was told to me by your father, whom she almost killed." Freya shares with her niece, and she does not want to talk about Bonnie Bennett. The subject is sensible and unnecessary at this point in life.
When Freya mentions the connection between Bonnie and her father, Hope's memory is triggered. She remembers where she saw the name. All along, her father had the solution. He had the grimoires, and he had the witch to consult. Excited, Hope disconnects the call after mumbling a goodbye. Freya stares at her wife, and she is uncertain of what she may have started.
She has kept his boudoir clean and dust free. Hope likes to sit on his desk and pretends that they have a conversation. She misses his voice and his rich scent. She misses the smell of paints in the atmosphere and his pointless monologues. However, if she finds them, she will get all of it back.
Hope continues to search through every drawer. She no longer remembers if they lay with the grimoire or if they were with the drawings. After almost an hour of digging through many papers and grimoire, she finds them. She victoriously raises her hand.
Her father's beautiful cursive and her name in bold black contrast with the immaculate white envelope. Hope holds a letter, and there are a hundred others with the woman's name. He never sent them, and now, she does not have the strength to question why. Some appear to be as old as she is, and the one, which she holds, is the last one that he wrote to her.
She senses the solemnity of it, and she almost feels tingles in the tips of her fingers. She hesitates to open it, and it is so beautifully sealed. The letter smells like her father, and Hope has respect for Klaus' secrets. However, it may hold the secret to his return.
Hope sits on her father's desk, and she grabs the letter's opener. She carefully tears the envelope and drags the letter. Her father's necklace falls, and there is a sun ring attached to it. Hope always assumed that Klaus gifted Caroline the necklace, which he wore his entire life. She takes it and stares at the ring with their family crest, and there is a small engraver inside. She fails to read it, and she returns her attention to the letter. A new curiosity guides her movement. She inhales and starts to read.
Dear Bonnie Sheila M. Bennett.
I have written thousands of letter to you, and never my pen faltered as it did today. Perhaps, it is because this is the last chance that I have to tell you how have felt about us and you.
Where do I start or where do I end this? Words would not matter, and in the end, they would be meaningless to you. Although, I'm to blame for decisions, which I made for the both of us. I can't dwell much on the past, and I have done it with the previous thousand letters.
My love, my Bonnie, my little fiery witch. I have so much to say, and It all can be summarized in two sentences. I'm sorry, and I love you.
Sadly, the second explains the first one. I have done things, which you will never remember, and I'm sorry for taking the knowledge of it away from you. Although, I took more than knowledge from you. I did so out of love. Seeing how life turned in the last sixteen years, I was wise to act as I did. Yet, I am deeply sorry, my love. I'm sorry for never being able to apologize and fix my wrongs. I'm sorry to leave this world without giving you the grand adieu that you deserve, and fortunately, you won't feel the loss of me. I took that away too.
Why do I write this when I don't intend to send it nor wishes that you would come across it?
My love, I'm scared and tremble with fear as my death comes close. I never once thought that I will be a victim of the cruel human's faith of dying, and I have no choice but to walk straight to it with my head held high. However, I am scared like a child, who finally grasps what it means to be alive.
I'm disoriented, and I miss your comfort. Comfort, which I chose to deprive myself of. I lack your bravery, and death knocks at my door. I wish and pray for your kisses, but I will find consolation in memories of you, my little fiery witch. I'm sorry, and I mean deeply sorry that you would never know the reason why. Much like this letter, a thousand others will continue to hold my secrets away from your eyes and ears.
As for my love for you, I have no fear that hidden in your mind, the memory of it lies and will resurface. My love has never subdued or changed through the years. It kept me alive and sane. Although, I pretended to forget with other women, and I even came close with a charming bartender. Yet, my thoughts are with you as life eludes every inch of my body. If you ever come across this letter by the volition of a cunning fate, I loved you until my dead heart learned to emulate a beat. You were the rhythm of my heart, and you're my last thought as I wait for death.
I'm sorry for us and the child. I'm sorry, but my love for you demanded that I protect you. As I continue to do with my last breath.
For all the lies, which held together the last sixteen years of my life, you were the constant truth. I love you.
Yours, Niklaus Mikealson.
With trembling hands, Hope puts down the letter, and she digs in the drawer for more letters. She needs to understand, and she stumbles on pictures. Happiness, her father looks happy with a woman in his arm. She has the brightest smile that she has seen in her sixteen years of life.
There is more picture of her, and there all appear to be old and almost decaying from the overuse. Bonnie Bennett is beautiful, and she must be the love of his father life. Hope picks another letter, and it is another apology letter. At the tenth one, she stops because she understands how intimate they are meant to be. When her father returns to life, he wouldn't approve the invasion of his privacy
The letter talks about Bonnie. Klaus mentions holiday and Exotics Island. There are pictures of them at the beach to match. Sometimes, he talks about a child, and he always apologizes for the child.
Hope takes a deep breath, and she piles Klaus' letter. She pushes them into her satchel, and she wears her feather necklace. She leaves the Mikealson's manor, and she returns to the school. Her mind is made, and she will not be stopped by anyone. The adolescent starts to pack her bag, and she carefully places the letters.
She knows what and who she needs to help with the resurrection of her father. She has to find the Bennett witch, and she has the letters to convince her to help her father.
Hope marches up to Caroline, and once in front of the blonde woman, she asks a single question.
"Where can I find Bonnie Sheila Bennett?"