Dethrone

Chapter 1 Bennett Witch shall get her revenge

Rating T

* A/N Trying my hand at my first Klonnie Fic. I am nervous.

* I do not own characters

Earlier the wrong fic was uploaded this is the corrected one. lol


"Do you consider the fool you make me out to look when you are behind my back, trolling about with your whore?"

"You're paranoid." Her calm voice holds back strained irritation.

"Paranoid? You say. Though, sought by my own people, who tell me they see you."

"They are surely paranoid my love." Nora says, as she caresses Bonnie's cheek.

"Don't touch me, with your filthy hand, you use to please her."

"I assure you my love, this is all contrary to truth. I love you. I always have and I always will."

"You drive me mad. You are spoiled by my hard work. My desire to see you smile, keeps me away. But you appreciate it none." Bonnie speaks sternly, yet with a broken heart, Nora tried to comfort her the only way she knows how. She pulls back at Bonnie's corset ties. Slowly untying the back of her dress. With a soft touch she lowers the dress from Bonnie's arms and bring it down her shoulders.

"I can take the pain away. You are exhausted from running the Refuge. Please, let me take the burden off of your shoulders. I can lift the weight, if you'll just let me."

Nora continues her movements, as she kisses down Bonnie's back, slowly removing her dress from her body. Bonnie is a 23 year old ruler of a refuge of witches. Witches were being hunted and enslaved in an era where vampires rule maniacally. Her burdens weighed her, since the tender age of seventeen. The refuge was all female witches, abandoned by their covens, or belonging nowhere particularly. Warlocks were being utilized for war as weapons, and female witches were enslaved and used only for their bodies. Even their male counter parts abused them. Bonnie became a Refugee, a leader of an underground society of witches. In hiding from the undead world of vampires. She was a strong, respected ruler. Boldly powerful, strength unmatched, yet the delicate beauty of a half blossomed white rose.

"Is your touch forced?" Bonnie asks as Nora hands dance over her skin.

"Never."

"I shall set you free, if it is what you so desire." Bonnie announced to Nora.

"No my love, my place is next to you. Always."

"Maybe you just take great pride in being the lover of a ruler, maybe it is my title that draws you."

"My love, you are the most beautiful woman, I have ever known. Your passion matches your beauty. You are more than my lover. You are my queen." Nora pulls Bonnie's dress all the way off and lays her back. "Let me show you, how I adore thee."

Nora made love to Bonnie, breaking her ambition to fight, and opening her heart to love, even if just for the moment, the ruler would drop her guard. Bonnie would only allow Nora to so much control, before she took over the love making, the wonderment of one body explored the wonderment of the other, and Bonnie controlled the rest of the encounter.

"You show favor to my body, and now I will show favor to yours. Lie back and close your eyes. Better yet watch me. I want you to see how I adore thee."

Bonnie takes Nora's body in her tight grasp, kissing her with soft strength. She lets her kisses linger as she trails her from north to south. When Bonnie finds the treasure, she reminds Nora of why she is the ruler, why she was chosen, and why any maiden would be lucky to be by her side every day, and lying in her bed every night.

They lie in bed facing each other. Bosom to bosom, connected on their front sides. Just looking in one another's eyes. Nora's hair straight down her back and Bonnie's wild hair trailing her backside as well. Bonnie trails her finger tips up and Down Nora's sides, admiring her nude form.

"The body of a witch is a treasure. It is meant to be held, protected, loved, adorn, worshipped. From this day forward, no man shall take us, or touch us, unless we allow it. He who violates will suffer immeasurably through jurisdiction of witch law. That no man shall ever touch her or taint her, from this day forward, without permission of thy self. This is my decree." Bonnie spoke with finality and the order of the witches agreed. They followed her faithfully.

These words were spoken the day she was chosen to be their leader!

"My love, you know what makes you so precious? You are pure of a man's touch. You have never been tainted of the wicked flesh of man. Your body reigns flawlessly flushed of the feeling of lust filled vampire. You are a virgin, and have only been touched by me. This is my plan for your life, to keep you as pure as possible. It makes you stronger in your magic. I will help protect your reign My Queen." Nora covered Bonnie's body in kisses as she spoke, and they fell asleep into darkness shortly thereafter.

Bonnie was up just hours later as the sun crept over the mountains. "I normally love basking in the warmth of the sun, but today, my body doesn't want to leave the confines of my bed and my lover. But alas I am the protector, provider, punisher of crimes. The day is young, and I will enjoy it completely."

After Bonnie gets ready to go, she kisses Nora on the head and takes her strides to start her day.

"Lady Bennett, the grounds have been violated by intrusion." Aya says as she approaches her queen.

"What? Where is the intruder?"

Bonnie was taken to a field where a straggler had been hiding out, in the corn fields.

A man. Bonnie has not seen a man since seven years ago when she was seventeen. He had dirty blond hair, short and of tussled curls. His skin, fair, and firmly pressed again his muscular frame. His lips were the color of a stained blood, and his eyes were of the deep blue sea, and drowning her. Within minutes, she was brought to a level of weakened humbled appreciation for the site of him. Then she shook that feeling off and glared him up and down.

"Who are YOU?" Her face narrowed his, and angered in sight, as her blade points at his neck.

"I do not know."

"Who sent you?"

"I have no idea?"

"Give me something here, or I shall kill you by way of beheading."

"You are a harsh ruler. "

"Indeed. Your purpose?" She was in no mood for games.

"I awoke two days ago with no recollection of who I am or where I am from. I do offer any services for room and board."

"This refuge is far off the radar and hard to find. You expect me to believe that you, stumbled here with no ill intent?"

"I swear to you, which is why I offered my services. Surely you have something I can do to make a way for myself. I come in peace, I assure you."

"You are a man, a spoiled one, I can tell. Regardless of your memory, you have never had to fight to keep anything. It is thrown at you. You feel entitled and Deserving. You believe women to be objects of lust and desire."

"You are presumptuous." His low voice says remaining calm.

"I don't think so."

"I beg to differ!" He said stiffly, pronouncing every syllable in a calm manner.

"You men are all the same."

"Then point me to the direction of the men folk, I shall acquaint myself with them."

Bonnie grabbed the man by his throat and squeezed firmly. "Men? There are no men here on this camp site."

"No men, how preposterous is that? How can you women survive without men?"

Bonnie's face lit with disdain, and her eerily green eyes spelled a glow that only he could see. She back-handed him.

"This is my camp; I am the ruler here. How dare you try and challenge the idea that we are less than capable? For that, you have earned your new title. You will be my personal slave, and I will see to it that you earn your way. Filthy man." Bonnie walks away and doesn't look back nor feel bad for her harsh attitude. She erases his beautiful face from her mind and her feet shuffle through the dirt, looking at the Earth beneath her, as he calls to her. "May I know the name of the woman who owns my life?"

Bonnie stopped in her tracks and turned to him slowly. "Lady Bennett."

"And what are you, to call me?" He asks.

"Slave." Her teeth her teeth formed a strong underbite while her lip snarled as she spoke.

The blood from his lip dripped to the dirt, and she knows she inflicted that pain on him. "You are of no use to me until you bathe. You smell of a dog. Come, follow me."

Bonnie lead the man to the water fall where they bathe. "You can use the creek right now. After today, you are only to use the fall at midnight to bathe. You shall never look upon the nude form of a woman when she bathes. You shall never be in the proximity of the fall during bathing hours. Am I clear?"

"Crystal." He begins undressing in front of her to clean himself. His ripped shirt fell off of his chiseled body, he removed his boots and was unbuttoning his pants.

"Stop!" She said in utter and repulsive anger. "How dare you stand in a state of undress in front of me. Would you disrespect a king in such a manner?"

"I would not. I just thought I was at a means, for only having mere minutes to bathe. I hadn't the slightest clue, you trusted to leave me alone."

She thought about what he said. She could not very well leave him alone. She was at a loss for words. "I shall sit with my back to you. You have minutes. Hurry."

As he bathes, he speaks to her, "Why are you women all out here, alone?"

"Do not speak unless you are spoken to slave."

"My apologies, my queen." She rolls her eyes and the need to suffice the stranger with an answer makes her speak.

"If you must know, we were abandoned. All of us." Bonnie grabs her blade and picks up a stone and begins sharpening it. She makes arrows. She is very good at making arrows. Her hand scrapes the blade against stone so fast, she has been known to sharpen an arrow in mere minutes. Without even using her magic. She has many skills, to which provide her the necessary tools to be a leader.

"What is your skill slave?"

"I do not remember, but I know, that I am capable of fulfilling any need..." Slight insinuation applied, "thy majesty requests."

"Majesty? Does this life, look majestic to you? A camp in the woods?"

"You are the Majesty of this beautiful water fall. This Fall is your home. That is sacred, and majestic. After all, aren't falls the keeper of all secrets? Every untold desire, and dream, kept in the power of the water. You dream to rule a Kingdom someday, and you desire the power to accomplish this. That water fall knows all the secrets you keep, because you come here every day and confide in its solitude. Do you not?"

After hearing his words, and finishing sharpening her arrow, she stands up and turns and walks towards his nude body. "Hurry up and bathe. I have much for you to do." The share a glance, a that is more powerful than not. His body goosebumps to her smell, she lingers in his nostrils, and he is hungry for her. He watches her chest as she breaths, imagining her,taste, and her touch. Her beauty is kept in darkness, and he wants to bring her to the light.

"I have a feeling you need my services in more ways than you even know."

"Don't presume, I have a lover to fulfill those desires. You have no significant meaning to me other than revenge."

"Revenge?" He says with a puzzled look of concern.

"Yes, for all of the torture my women have endured at the hands of men. In fact, I've always debated how to kill the first man I've come across."

"You want to kill me? A man you have never met, or known?"

"You come from the Kingdom, I smell it on you. You smell of blood and death. You are a predator. One of the worst kind I have ever known. You raped and killed my mother. You imprisoned my grandmother and used her for her power until she died of exertion. You forced me an orphan at the tender age seven. I was raised by dark a witch named Questsiyah and sold for my arranged marriage at to an evil future heir. Then you killed my coven for no reason at all. I know what you are Slave. I know where you come from."

"You speak as if I did those things to you." He questioned her motives.

"Your kind, are all the same."

"And what kind might that be?"

"Vampires!" She says and she stabs him with the arrowhead in the chest and he black outs.

When he came to he was laid in a small room of darkness surrounded by candles. She stands beside his bloodied body and as he sees more clearly, she is saying a chant.

"What- What are you doing to me?" He asks through gritted teeth.

She keeps chanting in latin. He can no longer understand her tongue. Her words were loudly and fiercely burning at his insides.

"What are you doing to me witch?" he yells in anger. That peaceful demeanor from earlier is long gone and he is becoming strangely strong under her grasp. Her words are faster and darker, and the room is spinning and she drinks his slain blood and the chanting stops.

His head falls back and he feels dizzy. "What have you done to me?"

"I have suppressed your desires to attack me."

"What false accusations have you heard?"

"The water talks to me. Remember, it knows your secrets. You came here to capture me, and I put a stop to it. You will now be loyal to me. I shall not kill you just yet. I will use you for as long as I can, and your loyalty to me will fill you with the need to please me and make happy."

"You have turned me against my nature witch?"

"Precisely. By tomorrow, you will be a brand new man."

"You are pure evil."

"On the contrary. I am a Bennett Witch, and I will have my revenge, starting with you Nikklaus Mikaelson! Son of the sadistic Vampire King!"

"I came here for you. You were to be my wife! You were supposed to be betrothed to me!" He yelled angrily as her spell rendered his body temporarily motionless. His grizzly yell echoed the walls to only be trapped inside of the room, thanks to her silence spell.

"And now, your entire soul, is betrothed to me!" She smiles with an evil grin and leaves him there lying in his blood.

"See you in the morning Slave!"