Season 1 but with a complete twist
||Prologue||
Ecstasy
Bubble gum popping, black Jordan high-tops two stepping, and white skinny jeans hugging her hips – she was a bit of a badass. She hadn't been to school in a week but it didn't stop her from attending the pep rally. Held on the streets of Mystic Falls, everyone and their mothers congregated along the pavement. Blocking local stores on the strip, literally hundreds of residents poured into the streets wearing red and gold jerseys. Cheerleaders bounced along the crowd tossing candy and plastic horns.
She'd quit the cheerleading squad two months ago so it wasn't surprising to find her best friends Caroline Forbes and Elena Gilbert were also off the team. At least Bonnie imagined they wouldn't expect her to be surprised. From a distance the stoic witch watched her two best friends as well as Elena's new mysterious boyfriend and his equally standoffish brother. Green eyes captured the image of Elena squeezing Caroline's hand for support while the two mysterious males exchanged knowing glances.
Bonnie Bennett was a very powerful witch: a powerful witch with whom apparently the knowledge of their true beings did not escape. How the caramel colored witch knew they were vampires would forever evade the Salvatore brothers. Elena's boyfriend Stefan was a 6 foot 1 inch brooder with dusty reddish brown locks and James Dean looks. His brother was a more dangerous appearing feather haired blood sucker with no self control. Both however, were natural born killers – she knew.
And they knew that she KNEW.
Even though no one had bothered to release those tidbits of information to anyone except Elena …and reluctantly Caroline after Stefan forced Damon to release her from his sex slave compulsion.
The tiny witch approached from distance, green eyes trained on the quartet (or past them, no one could be too sure). Even from afar, vampire vision spotted her moving lips. A hex? Perhaps a song; white ear plugs ran from her ears down to a nano iPod protruding from her pocket. Vampire hearing honed in on the dark little witch marching through the crowd. Bonnie carried a little tune with dancing feet. Her voice was sultry and the phrases catchy:
"So shine bright, tonight, you and I… we're beautiful like diamonds in the sky."
Obviously, the little Bennett had barely noticed them. Otherwise, they all could be assured she would have set their asses on fire. Bonnie even appeared to be in an edgy mood. Firm abdomen was exposed from a black crop top ending just above her belly button. The beanie covering her crown and busy curls spiraling from said cap was even more hipster than anyone in Mystic falls. Something about her had been off since she arrived in Mystic Falls seven years ago.
…
The Grille parking lot was emptied. Only two or three abandoned cars parked along the ragged pavement. Underneath the clearest night's sky, the stars spiraled out of control. They were dizzying, seeming to attack the eyes with sharp blinding daggers. Painful, the heavens were still though with no winds or rains. Tears bubbled from Shelia Bennett's eyes were she waited outside her 1989 Chevy impala. Darkness shrouded the place with an eerie reverie except the stars and the moon.
Blinking once or twice – a blurred figure hastily filled her vision. The figure moved forward with impeccable speed. For a moment she thought the male was playing tricks on her. But then it stopped just before slamming into her body. …A creature of sheer beauty and sheer terror. A tiny teen-year-old hung limply in masculine arms. The male unceremoniously shoved the little girl's body into Shelia's awaiting arms. 74 pounds weighed down the elderly witch's arm.
"Ugh!" Weak arms sagged downward. The little body nearly tumbled away but the handsome creature lunged at her. Instantly, his careful arms caught the little girl. Vigilantly he steadied his hand. "Protect her, witch. Do this for me and your debt is forever repaid."
"For how long?" Shelia stared at the man so attentively supporting both the girl and her own body. Blonde brows rose in confusion. The Bennett witch questioned. "For how long must I keep her? Always?'
He stared at her. Chiseled cheekbones rose in distain at her hopefulness. Something in her voice was too eager to have a daughter. Shoving the body once more into her arms, "Only until I return. Heed my warning, witch – if one hair on her pretty little head is disturbed I will end your line."
GULP. Saliva drained from the corners of her mouth into a ball in her throat. Fear. Unmistakable fear flooded her mouth until she almost choked. Murder flashed in the undead's eyes even as the elderly witch pulled the little girl into her arms. Lingering fingers dance over the twisted spirals of the small child's hair. His obvious adoration for the little one was even more frightening.
Bennett's feared no vampire but One.
"What is she to you?"
Probably his daughter (by some adoption of course) or perhaps his ward… Maybe the little witch was also indebted to him as his slave. Whatever the case, his love for it was undeniable. Brown eyes searched his softened features in answer. Even as he played with the little girl's curls nothing could distract him. This creature, this evil, it treasured the small child.
"What is she to you?" Shelia repeated firmly. The Vampire growled: "Grrr, a diamond in the rough."
"Is that all?"
"No." eyes trained to compel. "Much more… Now, I must make haste. No time to hen peck, you understand?"
"Clarify."
A Challenge?
No, she needed to know what sort of danger she was willingly walking into.
Sighing, "Ah, just tell me this little one won't be the death of me. I can't bear to lose anymore children to your darkness, Niklaus." Trimmers overtook elderly hands. "What is she Niklaus? A bargaining chip? A hostage? What is she to you?"
There was no hesitation.
"Mine."
…
"So, who's gonna ask the firebird for help?" Damon ended the quiet with furrowed brows and exaggerated eyes. "Because last time I even sat beside her she tried to burn my face off. How the hell does a witch this young know how to use that much power?" Glaring at Caroline, "Or Better yet, how does she even know what we are, Barbie?"
"Don't blame me!" Caroline snapped to which Elena sighed, "She figured it out herself." Stefan gave her hand a gentle tug and she smiled. "But once we explain that this is for the good of the town-"
Damon interrupted with a hand wave, "Once you explain, you mean." His piercing blue eyes stared Elena down until she felt uncomfortable. He always looked at her like he wanted to do more than chat. "I've had enough of the firebird's flames on my ass, thank you."
It was spoken like the Gospel, but really the eldest Salvatore enjoyed the challenge.
Stefan smirked, "Well, I told you not to touch her. She doesn't like our kind so what did you expect: a loving embrace and a thumb up?"
"Not to be assaulted," Damon rolled his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. His leather jacket creased as Elena grabbed hold to Stefan's bare arm. "Maybe Caroline and I should talk to her. Bonnie would never hurt either of us…"
Both vampires shot the pretty brunette sympathetic looks. If she thought Bonnie would make a deal with what the witches called a 'blood traitor' she was sadly mistaken. Both males were about to express such sentiments when Caroline broke off from the conversation. She'd been silently stalking her best friend during the small conversation. The sassy blonde in her blue mini dress and cardigan waved the threesome into silence.
"Sssh," Manicured nails flailed. "She's coming."
There she was, before them in silent glory. All of them, vampires include held their breaths when the tiny witch finally entered into their personal space. All five were damn near breathing the same oxygen when Bonnie walked right past them. There was not even a nod of acknowledgement though all four knew she'd seen them. In fact, the little Bennett damn near stumped Elena's pink flip flops on her escape.
"Palms raised to the universe as we…"Bonnie sang away without a worry in the world.
Green eyes focused ahead at the crowd but she could feel the eyes of her "friends" burning holes in her back. So for added effect, Bonnie casually flipped her curls over her shoulder. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder tossing the quartet some serious side eye. Elena's weepy face was the first thing Bonnie noticed. Following closely was Damon's cynical nod and Stefan's sad grimace. Turning away, the little witch disappeared into the crowd.
Caroline's mouth dropped open in an exasperate gasp. "Ok, did she really walk past us and not say a thing, then makes it known she's seen us?"
"That went well," One Salvatore sassed as the other rubbed his girlfriends back. "Are you okay, Elena? I know that was hard for you to deal with."
Tears pulled at the brunette but she refused to cry. One hand wiped her eye while the other held tight to Stefan. "No but I'm more worried about Bonnie. She doesn't have any real friends besides Caroline and I. Most people think she's weird. Especially with the whole Wiccan thing; people think she's evil. "
"But she's so sweet." Stefan insisted. "I mean, sure she is feisty but she wouldn't hurt anyone." Pfft, Damon snorted. The youngest Salvatore shrugged, "Well, maybe she would hurt YOU but who wouldn't."
Dark hair was pushed back by agitated fingers. Damon Salvatore was a lot of things: Murderer, Liar, Manipulator, Treacherous but never a Coward. If no one else dared to confront the judgmental witch he would. Pushing past his brother and Elena, he broke their connected hands apart. Stefan scowled and Elena gasped but it was Caroline who responded.
"And where are you going?"
"To get us a witch;"
…
"Alright ferret – focus…focus."
Vampire hearing burned with the commanding voice of a very persuasive and impatient Niklaus. British tenor bounced from the cement walls of the abandoned asylum into the flat surface of the ceilings. Dim lights flicked out into a creepy darkness upon every 3rd second of the hour. Buzzing, taunting, the pale lights danced with the fluidity of a haunting ghost before dying in the shadows. Oh and shadows there were, looming in the crevices of every corner.
The black figures raced out, carrying waves of frozen air currents through the atmosphere. There was no warmth; only the incessant chill that breathed on the back of ones neck before snatching away life. And yet, the gorgeous blonde showed no fear. Click, clack, click… Harsh heels battered into the cement floors. Jimmy Cho's chipped white marble titles until flakes splattered the scenery.
Click, clack, click… faster than the speed of light the devil in a figure hugging red dress raced towards her brother's voice. Even in the darkness, posh utterances painted a perfect vestige of the lanky blonde hybrid towering over his 'niece'.
Fore the ferret was Rebekah's newest oldest living pet and perhaps her most beloved.
"PLEASE! PLEASE!" An elderly human cried out from else where. Death scurried from his mouth in little whimpers. Niklaus' laugh and the giggle of a little youngster were not lost to Rebekah. It was then she realized her brother and her little pet had captured some prey. "UGH! PLEASE! ANYTHING YOU WANT!"
Pleading never worked with her big brother.
NEVER.
"Rip out his tongue, ferret!" Not even a beat before a loud snatch …KTSHK! A death curdling scream followed. "ARUGHHHH!"
Click, clack, click… There was not enough speed in the world to escape the trappings of that damn asylum.
Golden locks fluttered in the darkness a kin the bird features. Only her wings led her into the open lobby filled with the best of the buildings lightening. Everything that should have been white was sprayed with globs of red matter. A handsomely rugged blonde male and a tiny little mulatto child hovered above a headless corpse. Blood, the reddest of sorts oozed from the body. Chucks of human flesh matted the walls, rolling down like a meaty waterfall.
"Niklaus, you brute?!" Rebekah shrieked exasperated. Soft blue eyes scanned the bloody scene before they set on the little girl. Her dress was covered in blood stains to Rebekah's chagrin. "Ugh, how many times must you challenge my authority? I am the one training the little bunny."
Her brother looked up from his victim with a little grin, all the while pulling the small child behind him protectively. It was conspicuous – the care he took to shield her. The little six-year-old hid behind fitted jeans and a tight bohemian wool sweater. Tiny hands clung to faded blue jeans for dear life. The material damn near swallowed her fingers. Instead of prying her away, the massive brute swayed with her shivering form to guard from his sister.
"Mistakenly blew off his head, the little ferret did." His five o'clock shadow spread from a grin to a smirk, right hand coming to massage blonde whiskers. Rebekah gave a sharp TSK, before rolling her eyes. The male insisted. "Bloody hell Bex, it was only one sodding lesson. Don't corrupt our bonding with your self-righteous indignation!"
If there was one thing about Rebekah Mikaelson; she did not like to share.
"Oh bugger off, Nik!" Rebekah zoomed towards him. Eye to eye, both originals stood in challenge. "It's my pet witch, not yours. I am her mother and you are supposed to be a loving uncle! You will not train her to become your concubine once of age or whatever you do to the lot of them."
"The little ferret is no niece of mine." Blonde curls lulled from side to side nonchalantly. "And you my darling shall never be a mother to anything worthy of breathing." Snickering, he knew how to push his sister's buttons. "Maybe I should kill it now – save the sweet ferret from witless shopping sprees and mentally challenged romances with lesser sorts – like say Stefan."
Dead silence.
If the evil feminine devil were capable of having a heart it would have broken. Rage coursed through her veins. The little brown skinned girl barely had time to blink. The female vampires harsh hand wrapped around the little girl. Yanking, the ferret flung up into the air. Her type body swung behind her master ever so quickly. Before the toddler could consider a spell she hit the ground hard. POW! Tiny body bounced slightly against harsh tile, slamming her left arm into the floor. Snap! It broke ushering extreme pain.
"AH! MY ARM!"
Neither vampire seemed to notice or give a damn. In fact, there was no reprieve once Rebekah howled. "You twisted Wanker! How dare you bring my beloved Stefan into this after you took him away? I hate you and your silly schemes! Furthermore, I sincerely hope that daft doppelganger of yours dies. "
There was a story there…of this the little witch could be sure. However, Klaus would never allow it to be told. One breath inhaled in a millisecond and he had his sister by the throat. The female vampire grabbed the male by his forearms in an attempt to throw him off. However, using one hand he lifted her towards the ceiling. Massive phalanges squeezed the apex of her throat. Veins began to pop from her neck as Klaus crushed her windpipes.
"Be careful of your tone, little sister." Muscular arms snapped forward, tossing Rebekah clear across the room. A fury of blonde tresses moved quickly, the femme fatale landing on her feet. Angrily, she rubbed her neck. "Than stop being a wretched chav and leave my pet be."
Masculine irises narrowed in disgust. He stared down at the crying child currently expelling silent whimpers. Having been but a puppy when the terrible siblings happened upon her, the child knew to never test either of their patience. Thus, she was never loud, never vulnerable. Never, would the small witch question the authority of her adopted mother or uncle.
Disloyalty was an intolerable defense punishable by death.
"My pleasure;" Even as the sentence entered the world – dishonesty choked him up. "I, ugh, could care less what terrible fate befalls it."
…
Bonnie almost reached the end of the street before the eldest Salvatore flashed in front of her. His handsome face was lit with a lazy smirk whilst her own was definitely not amused. Green eyes rolling at his presence, both hands yanked the ear plugs from her ears. Annoyed, she shoved them into her pants pockets, scowl never leaving her appearance. The Salvatore for his part looked behind her at the cheering crowd with their backs to them.
No cars were on the highway, not even a single caravan. The twosome was practically isolated from the world. Bonnie couldn't help but notice this as well, "Well, looky-looky. No one to save you if I decide to singe you, huh, vampire?"
"Or if I decide to snap your neck." Almost immediately sharp fangs came out to play. Damn, damn she should have been studying the grimoire more. Other Than the nifty fire trick she hadn't really learned a spell. Damon must have noticed her pause. He chuckled, "Don't worry Tabitha, I won't bite …" Pausing, "Very hard."
It took all her strength not to burn that annoying fucker. "What do you want, Dracula?"
A nickname? No one ever gave him one of those before. It wasn't flattering to be stereotyped. "The name is Damon and…"
"And I'm Bonnie," She cut in, "Not Tabitha or Glenda or any other bigoted names you have stored in that feathered little head of hair." Sternly, her right hand rose to his chest. To both their surprises, her tiny index finger poked into his opened leather jacket. The digit rested against his white t-shit. "Got it!"
She was feisty. He liked it.
"Not yet, but I'll definitely get it." Leaning into her, his fit form invaded her personal space. Part of the Salvatore brother expected her to recoil but instead she gave him the annoyed neck roll before spitting, "Don't flirt with me, blood sucker! You've got my attention so tell me what you want."
So she was from the school of hard-knocks and cock-blocks.
"Well, there's this vampire named Katherine…"
TO BE CONTINUED
I should be updating but really… I got inspired. LOL