Title: Thicker Than Blood
Summary: Mikaelsons are like plague to Mystic Falls, Bonnie believed it. And now the return of youngest Original male had her in unfamiliar situation. The attraction is irresistible. AU.
Contains: Reincarnation, Romance, Drama and a bit of darkness.
About the story: So I dared to write a multi-chapter Kennett story. Set in - 20th century and 21 century. Slightly Canon. Starts around season 3, episode 11 or 12 of TVD and TO season 2 characters are mentioned.
Note: I don't own any of the characters from TVD or TO except this imaginary story-line. I mean no offense to any one. Story is not beta read. Rated T for now. Slow updates. Reviews are so much welcome!
0o Prologue o0
0o 1903 o0
A five-year-old mute Bonnie curled hands around her aunt's corpse and nudged it with her strength. Water streamed from her eyes as she made unspoken calls for her dead relatives.
She did not understand why her aunt could not wake up from sleep. The older one supposed to open her eyes for Bonnie. The toddler pouted, looked down at the sticky face. There was so much red liquid on her aunt's face—it should be blood.
Bonnie knew that much.
Blood comes when we are hurt. Which means aunt is hurt?
That conclusion brought tears to her eyes. And then her grip tightened around the corpse. She moaned, hiccuped by the time she heard foot-steps. Bonnie watched the person from the corner of her swollen eyes.
A man, it was.
Blood was splashed across his face like it was for her aunt, but he seemed perfectly alright which confused the little girl.
There was evil smirk on his face, and his dark eyes shimmered with black humor. The chestnut haired man then opened his mouth. "How did I miss you, darling?"
Bonnie did not understand what he meant.
She hiccuped again, her entire body trembled with agony and fear. It was pretty evident that the little girl was afraid of this stranger.
Is he a good man or bad man?
Bonnie was clearly perplexed with his demeanor. He sat on one of the benches in that church.
"What is your name?" He spoke to her again. His intentions were unclear but Bonnie really hoped he would help her to wake her injured aunt. Fortunately, she learned sign language and expected he would understand her.
And when she signaled to him, his smirk faded and his eyebrows were elevated.
"You cannot speak little one?"
Bonnie nodded as yes and pointed at her aunt, then looked back at him pleadingly.
The man seemed unresponsive to her actions. Probably, he did not understand. But it did not mean she would not try. Bonnie remembered the magic she has. Her aunt used to tell that she was a gifted girl, for possessing certain unique abilities.
That's right. Unlike other witches who would draw magic from nature, Bonnie could use mental magic. Since she was a toddler, she could not do more than projecting her thoughts into others' minds.
So Bonnie rose to her feet and moved in his direction, to convey her words. She waved at him to bend to her level. He was amused with her, maybe? There was smile on his face and he kneeled in front of her.
"What is it, darling?"
Bonnie pressed her palm to her chiseled jaw and then slowly moved up to his sticky cheek.
At first he was taken back with her touch, but that was not the only thing—he listened to her thoughts and widened eyes in astonishment. He took some time to recover and respond.
"Marvelous!" he gaped at her as he remarked. "I have not come across your kind of witch."
"What have you done?" They heard a female was hollering at him.
The man stood up and once again coldness started to radiate from him. Bonnie trusted he would help her to wake up her aunt and so she leaned close to his side.
"You're unbelievable!" the dark-skinned woman gasped in horror as she looked down at corpses.
"What your mouth, Astrid," the man warned her quietly. "And yes," stretching arms to his sides, he posed dramatically, "I did it for a reason." Looking at the blonde woman beside her, he purred. "You know better. If Klaus gains more power, witches can no longer exist in this city."
"Then why did you massacre a church full of my people?" the blonde demanded in a trembling voice.
"Collateral damage, Mary." The chestnut haired man reasoned with a shrug. "Moreover I have to get inside a witch's house. Now with her being dead, there is no obligation for me." He turned to glance at a confused Bonnie.
She really had tough time to understand what was going on with the three of them. But she only got the part where this man did something to upset the two women.
"Darling," he mumbled and immediately had her attention. Kneeling in front of her again, he smirked at her before he took her tiny palms into his. "Your aunt cannot wake up from that deep sleep she is in." He reached for something in his pocket—a hanky and wiped her hands. There might be traces of blood on her face, too. He cleaned her face and gave that piece of cloth to her. "Hurting but it is truth." He pinched her cheek.
Bonnie's face distorted with sadness, fear already. She blinked at him as her mouth twitched downward. Her body started to tremble while thinking of her aunt.
Why she could not wake up?
Was she sleeping like her mommy and daddy?
He squinted at her before he nodded as yes. He was slightly intrigued, slightly amused with her mode of communication.
"You have to come with me now." He purred as he lifted her up into his built arms. "I'll take care of you, alright?"
Bonnie's eyes were with water, her gaze fixed on her sleeping aunt.
"No, no—" he admonished her softly, "—you shouldn't suppose to cry, darling." He did not take another step as he spoke directly to her, made her to look him in the eyes. "I'll teach you so many things. Do you like to play?"
Bonnie nodded as yes as she wiped her eyes.
"Oh? In that case we are going to have so much fun, my little flower." The man chuckled melodiously.
"What are you going to do with her, Kol?" The woman, supposed to be Astrid, asked him. Her voice was edgy, for some strange reasons that made Bonnie to think actually. He seemed to be a good person, wasn't he?
The man, Kol, treated her with a cold look. Though, the smirk on his face never faded.
Bonnie frowned as she looked down at her palms and that spoiled hanky, while not paying attention to their conversation. It looked nasty and so she decided to wash it before Kol got it back. Her aunt would want it to be done, if she was awake.
But first, Kol needed a little cleansing too, she thought and soon she tried to wipe his face which earned her a chuckle from him.
"I have something in my mind which doesn't require your concern."
0o Prologue o0
0o 1 o0
0o Present o0
Bonnie knew it was a dream, an informative dream to be clear. She understood that the ancestors wanted her to know about something. And that was evident when she found herself in front of coffins.
Three were lying in order but the fourth one was away. The voices began to whisper making her to frown.
'Death, death, death, death.'
The young witch gulped in fear and she could feel that her body in original medium was suffocated, for obvious reasons.
'Death, death, death, death.'
Intensity of those voices only increased. Except for those coffins she couldn't really see anything.
"Whose death?" she hollered looking at particularly nowhere. Confused and needless to say, partially irritated.
'Hybrid's death,' a single voice was audible among those whispers. 'Unlock hybrid's death.' Bonnie widened her eyes in surprise when those voices repeated at a time. 'Unlock hybrid's death.'
The fourth coffin was opened all of sudden making her to gasp out loudly.
And then she woke up from her dream, opening her eyes and sitting up in her bed. She was sweating profusely, panting as if she ran for miles. Running fingers through her disheveled hair, gradually she got hold on herself.
'Unlock hybrid's death,' she remembered those words from her dream.
So, one of those coffins had a weapon to kill Klaus?
Next morning the first thing she would do was to open it and get rid of that lunatic Hybrid, once and for all. Her bed-clock showed that it was three in the morning. And she was too damn tired to let her friends know about this information at such odd hours.
She needed some rest, for God sake!
Rubbing the back of her neck, she fell back on bed and pulled duvet to her chest.
Life as a witch was exhausting her. Slowly.
Especially in this town.
Especially when there was no proper guidance after her Grams.
Let it be bitter, the courageous part of her spoke, fight until your last moment. That's what her Grams told her.
Yawning, she felt herself pulled into darkness again.
Probably the ancestors did not plan to leave her alone for the rest of night. This time Bonnie slept only to get transported to coffins once again. She stood there, looking at them in confusion.
The weapon to kill Klaus was there in that fourth coffin. She knew it. Then why she was brought to these containers another time?
Slowly the fourth coffin disappeared like a gold mist. It was followed by two coffins leaving her and the middle coffin alone in that dark room.
The glitters did not seem to vanish completely but they surrounded her.
'Little flower.' A man called in a sultry tone of voice.
Bonnie had never felt like that before after listening to an unfamiliar person. Though, a part of her was confident that this call was for her. Only for her. As if it was a spell on her.
'My little flower.'
The golden dust was shimmering at higher intensities as she made an involuntary movement in the direction of that coffin.
One thing was clear: it was not the ancestors.
And that only terrified her.
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