This city was different than any place she had ever been. She roamed the streets of New Orleans with the brightest smile on her face. The French Quarter was something that amazed her and she didn't know why. Was it the people? The music? The art? Or was it the magic that flowed through the ground and into her soul as if it was a gift that could never be taken away.
The amount of magic that she felt as she took each step was undeniably a blessing from the ancestors of the witches who lived there. Something about it made her feel at peace. Though there was something that she could feel that she couldn't shake away. Part of her felt as though that power would soon fade at any moment. There however was relief. There was peace. But, if only she knew.
She walks with her adoptive brothers, Stefan and Damon, on a tour in which she's hardly paying attention to what the tour guide was saying. "Welcome to the dark side of New Orleans, a supernatural playground where the living are easily lost, and the dead stick around to play," the tour guide said as they walked down Bourbon Street.
Bonnie could tell that her brothers weren't paying that much attention. Bonnie begins to look around and sees many palm readers. She looks over and sees her...dad? Klaus? Father? She doesn't know what to call him. It's not like he had not adopted her when she was only a child. But after a couple days ago when he had punished, she had called him dad...multiple times.
As soon as Klaus sat down at the palm reader's booth, Bonnie saw her flinch. At that moment she knew that the woman was a witch. Bonnie looked at Damon and Stefan and knew that they were listening in on the conversation. That was one of the reason she wished she was a vampire. She knew that she wanted to become one but it was kind of hard to become something your father didn't want you to be when he watched your every move.
"What are they talking about," she asked her older brother, Damon. She knew that they didn't come to New Orleans out of the ordinary for just any reason. From the stories Klaus had told them, he and the original family used to live here. Klaus had even adopted a child but then he had died almost a hundred years ago after Mikael had come and attacked.
Damon and Bonnie where the closest between the three siblings. Though Stefan was closer to Damon than he was to Bonnie. Damon being the oldest looked out for his siblings but even though he turned at the age of 22, he still had to answer to his father.
"Dad's looking for a witch. Her name's Jane-Anne," he tells her. Damon continues to listen as they walk with the tour but when she sees both Stefan and Damon stop with shocked looks on their face, she turns to them.
"What's wrong with the two of you," she asks with a bit of attitude in her voice.
"Marcel," Stefan says looking at Damon with sad eyes.
"It's impossible," Damon tells them. "Come on. Let's continue with the tour."
The tour comes to an end almost a half hour later when they stop at the same place in which they began. "And that concludes the end of our tour," the tour guide tells them. "Have a safe and pleasant time while you're here."
Klaus walks over to them in due time. "I hope you all are enjoying yourselves," he states as he stands behind Damon. "We're going back to the house now."
Damon looks at Klaus as if he was going to start arguing with the man. "I can just—." Klaus cuts him off going into full Papa mode.
"You can just come with your siblings and I back to the house Damon," Klaus dictated. "I may have given you those 30 years of freedom Damon where I was not around. But make no mistake Damon. I am your father and you will obey me."
Damon looks away from Klaus in defeat. "Yes sir," he mumbles as Klaus turns away.
"Good," Klaus says. He looks at his phone and starts looking through his app. "We'll be taking that car service Bonnie told be about." He looks at her. "Uber?" Bonnie smiles brightly at him while Stefan laughs and Damon snickers with his arms crossed.
The ride back to the house was not a quiet one. All three siblings had argued with Klaus about exploring the city. The driver had stayed quiet after he had added his own input after seeing Klaus' menacing glare.
The argument had not only have Klaus make the driver stop multiple times but each time had given at least one of his children a pop on the mouth but also a few swats on their bums. Leaving both Bonnie and Stefan with tears in their eyes and Damon with a pout on his face as he clenched his fist and leaned his chin on his hand looking out the window, not even wanting to look at his father.
When the car pulled up to the house Klaus looked sternly at Bonnie, Damon and Stefan. "Each of you are to go to your rooms until I come and get you," he demanded.
"But it's only 2 o'clock," Bonnie whined. Klaus gave her a look that told her that it she didn't stay quiet that a couple swats would be coming her way and Bonnie really wanted to be able to sit down like a regular person this week.
Bonnie sighed as she went into the Governor's home with Damon and Stefan only for them to part ways as they went to different parts of the house.
When Bonnie got to her room she took out a grimoire from under her bed. Throughout the years of living with Klaus, he had spoiled her rotten. He had gotten the best witches to teach her magic and had gotten her a collection of grimoires from centuries upon centuries that could fill a whole library. But there was something about the grimoire that she had under her bed that was special to Bonnie.
The reason being was that it wasn't really a grimoire. It just looked like one from the outside. A few years ago Bonnie had come across one of Klaus' sketch books that he had kept in one of chests. Bonnie had taken it and put the pictures he had drawn in the empty pages of the grimoire. All the drawings were of the same person. Marcel Gerard.
She had asked Klaus about him one time when she was young. It was the first time she had ever seen Klaus close to having tears in his eyes. He didn't even talk about him really. All he had said was that Marcel was his son and that he was dead.
Bonnie had asked if he had ever tried to bring him back and all Klaus could do was shake his head. At that moment she understood why he was so protective over Bonnie and her brothers. He had already lost and grieved over one child. She knew he didn't want to do that again.
Bonnie looked at the drawings and she took out her phone and snapped a picture.
For about an hour Bonnie sat on her bed looked at the pictures of Marcel that Klaus had drawn. Soon she was bored and couldn't think of anything to do in her room. Let had just arrived in New Orleans and the house needed serious updates, especially her room. All she wanted was a tv in her room.
She groaned as she started to look at she started to look through the other grim pores in her room and began to look through them to see if there was any spell that she wanted to practice. She found a cloaking spell from one of her Gram's old grimoires that was used with traditional magic. She had tried it once before and it was so much easier now that she had gotten a hold of her magic. With this cloaking spell she could leave the house and be back before Klaus would even notice she was gone.
Before she had done the spell Bonnie texts Damon knowing that he would cover for her if Klaus saw that she was gone. She put her phone in her pocket and began the spell. She opened the door to her room and closed it as quietly as possible, thanking God that she wasn't close to Klaus' room.
As she walked down the stairs she noticed her Uncle Elijah had arrived. Klaus yelled angrily at Elijah like always when he wasn't around his children. "I don't care about any deal they want to make Elijah," he yells at his brother. "I'm going to find the witch and kill her."
Bonnie could see the anger in his eyes but saw that Elijah stayed calm even when her father grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall holding him there. She gasped never really getting to see this side of her father. She should also count herself lucky that Klaus could not hear her or she would not have known what to do.
The door to the front of the house was open. She walked out and as soon as she was far away enough that nobody could hear her, she undid the spell. Bonnie had gotten herself an uber and took a ride to the French Quarter.
She walked into a bar and took out her fake id that she had gotten from her friend Jeremy back in Mystic Falls. Bonnie looked at the bar tender who scowled at her as she took a seat. "You're not old enough to sit a bar kid, let alone drink alcohol," the girl says as she begins to wipe the bar. Over in the back of the bar Bonnie could sense some vampires doing karaoke. She looks at the bartenders name tag that says 'Sophie'.
"Well Sophie," Bonnie says as she takes her fake idea out of her pocket that says she's twenty-one and hands it to Sophie. "I happen to be 21. You might know the saying black don't crack. I'm much older than I look."
Sophie smirks at her as she gives Bonnie back her fake id. "What do you want kid?"
"Just a rum and coke," Bonnie says smiling back at her. Sophie makes her drink and hands it to her.
"So is kid like you roaming the French Quarter by herself end up in my bar," Sophie asks as she picks up the tip of a drunk old man trying to find find his out the bar.
"I needed a drink," Bonnie replies as she takes a gulp of her drink. "I'm with my family 24/7 and they hardly let me take even a sip because they've already drunk it all."
Bonnie sees a couple vampires begin to notice her and are listening in on her conversation with Sophie. They either don't like Sophie or they've noticed another witch in their presence. That could possibly explain all the glares she was receiving as she looked at them from the corner of her eye.
"And where's your family now," Sophie asks her. She turns around to make a drink a person sitting at the other end of the bar.
Bonnie gets a text from Damon saying, 'The big bad wolf knows your gone. I'll stall for as long as I can.'
"Well my adoptive father is arguing with his brother and my brothers are doing who knows what."
A vampire with creamy brown skin, dark brown eyes and dark brown curly afro hair sits down next to Bonnie. "What's a small pretty thing like you doing in the French Quarter?"
Bonnie glares at him and so does Sophie. "She wants you here Diego," Sophie says as she makes a drink. "Take your drink and go," she says slamming it on the bar. Some of the drink spills onto him.
Diego gets this angry look in his eye as he slams Sophie into the wall grabbing her neck. "Do you have a problem Deveraux?"
Bonnie puts down her drink and stands up and other vampires in the bar do as well. While some don't pay attention and continue to do karaoke. "Let her go," Bonnie says.
"Stay out of this little girl," Diego says as Sophie begins to suffocate.
"I said, let her go." Bonnie uses her magic and makes Diego go flying to the other side of the bar with the other vampires. By now all the vampires stand up and Diego comes back fast, now taking Bonnie by the neck and begins to choke her.
"No magic in the Quarter witch," Diego says with his full vampire face out.
"Diego!" Bonnie hears a man say. She looks over to see a brown skinned man with clean shaven hair walk off the karaoke stage. Bonnie looks at him with wide eyes. It's Marcel. "Let her go. We don't hurt kids. Even if they don't obey the rules."
Diego's grip loosens on Bonnie's neck and she begins to cough. Marcel picks her up and helps her sit in a chair. Sophie had already left the bar and made her way into the back.
"There's no magic in the quarter kid," Marcel says.
"So I've been told by you friend there," She says coughing once more.
"What's your name kid? And how old are you," he asks her.
"Bonnie. 17. Not that it's any of your business," She tells him. "And I'm not a kid."
"You go a last name to go with that Bonnie?"
It wasn't until now that she felt her phone buzzing. She took out her phone and looked at her texts. She saw many from Stefan and Damon but the one that got her attention was the last one from Damon that read, 'The big bad wolf knows you left and is coming to get you.'
"Shit," Bonnie muttered. Marcel snatches the phone out of Bonnie's hands and reads the text.
"Who is the big bad wolf and why is he coming to get you," he asks taking the phone.
"No one important," Bonnie says not looking into Marcel's eyes. "Just my dad person figure guy."
Bonnie takes her phone back and remembers something. "Quick question," she says as she opens the photos on her phone and pulls up a drawing of Marcel. She shows her phone to him as she says, "Is this you?"
Marcel snatches the phone from her hands and looks at with wide eyes. "Where did you get this," he says menacingly.
"Just one of dad person figure guy's sketchbooks," she tells him trying to get her phone back from his hands. But Marcel pulls back and doesn't give her a chance to even take the phone. "Can I have that—." Bonnie was cut off by the sound of the door slamming and Klaus coming in with his full parental anger.
"Bonnie Emilia Bennett Mikaelson!"