Hey! This is a Klonnie fic! There will also be interaction with the other originals and more familiar faces. Be warned though, it probably will get darker. Without spoiling anything more...enjoy!

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Klaus pov

Klaus looked around growling in his destroyed chamber. His anger had once again gotten the better of him. The Hybrid let out another frustrated growl before smashing the last intact chair against the wall, shattering the mahogany to a pile of wooden splinters.

The last months had been too much, even for him. The sudden losses of Freya and Finn had left the Mikaelsons completely devastated and broken. The Mikaelson mansion which had been a debatable happy place over the last thousand years was now quiet and grieving. Sure, they had faced hard times, but never such a loss like this.

Such a loss that left Rebekah on edge and weeping in her room for months, not willing to speak to anyone, not even him.

A loss that left Elijah grieving in his own special way. His cracks were beginning to show, and Klaus feared that Elijah's infamous 'Red door' might open.

A loss that left Kol on a murdering spree. He hadn't seen his younger impulsive brother for weeks. He left after killing half the servant staff in a rage filled with blood and anger. The servants were quavering with terror for one of the Mikeasons next move, fearing for their lives.

But above all, Klaus was angry. An anger he had never felt before. One that ate at him from the inside. A fire filled with fury burning him up. He wanted answers. He wanted revenge.

The Hybrid stumbled towards his half-broken bed, running a hand through his hair. He quickly grabbed a bottle of bourbon from his nightstand. Not bothering to fill a glass he gulped the liquid down and swallowed hard. Memories of Freya's death involuntarily filled his mind. It had been four and a half months ago.

He needed Freya for a locating spell to track down one of his enemies. After looking and shouting her name through the whole mansion he decided to check the back yawn. It then only had taken him five steps exactly to find her body. White, stone cold and with crimson blood dripping from her mouth, nose and eyes. Half of it already dried up and caked in her ash blond hair. The family was heartbroken. Two months ago they found Finn in his chambers, in the exact same horrifying dead state.

Things got worse.

Klaus forced one of his devoted servants, a powerful warlock named Malachai to place a protection spell among him and his remaining siblings. One powerful enough to protect them from this bloodthirsty curse. Malachai succeeded for now. No other deaths had fallen. Alas, they were not sure how long the protection spell would hold or how powerful the curse was.

Klaus now spent his time relentlessly searching for answers, answers he needed. He needed someone to blame. Someone to torture the lights out. He smashed the half empty bottle of bourbon against the wall.

Bonnie pov

'I'll get it grams!' Bonnie shouted while running down the stairs. She stumbled into the kitchen and pulled a freshly baked cake out of the oven. A delicious smell filled the air, making Bonnie's stomach grumble.

'That looks delicious baby.' Her grams walked into the kitchen smiling. 'Would you like me to make some tea to go with that?' She nodded.

'Sure grams, I'm just going for a quick stroll through the garden.' She said with a smirk, giving her grams a peck on the cheek. The old lady closed her eyes and casted a quick heating spell on a pot filled with fresh water, making it boil.

'Okay, just don't be too long hun. We wouldn't want this delicious smelling cake go cold, now would we?' Bonnie made her way outside.

'Will do grams.' She shouted while closing the door behind her. Bonnie sighed. It was a beautiful they out. She took in the intoxicating smell of flowers.

Witchferd Creek, a small town in Louisiana, never looked better. It was known as the supernatural place to be for witches – the name said it all. Witchferd creek was the purest that nature could get in their eyes. Bonnie had lived here her whole life with her grams. Her mom had abandoned her when she was a child and her father she had never known. She and her grams were the last living members of the proud and powerful Bennett bloodline. Bonnie had studied magic at school and at home her whole life. Magic wasn't a secret in Witchferd Creek, it was embraced. Honestly, there only lived witches and warlocks here so there was nothing to hide.

She smiled while looking down at a once pretty flower which was slowly crumbling apart. She bent down folding her hands around it, and casted a spell bringing the light blue flower back to its bloom and glory.

Bonnie was roughly pulled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing in her pocket. She swiftly pooled it out but almost directly rolled her eyes when she saw whose name popped up on the screen. She pressed 'ignore call' and rolled her eyes again for good measure.

It was her clingy warlock ex-boyfriend Luka, who wouldn't take a hint and didn't seem to understand that they were over. Their relationship had only lasted for a month. Bonnie couldn't take his daily love letters dedicated to her any longer, and how he got jealous when she talked to her other friends. On their first date he had even written a serenade about his love for her. He sang it in front of everybody in a freaking restaurant. No doubt the most awkward moment of her life. Sure, he was sweet, but annoying as hell. Too much for her.

Other than her witchy friends at high school, Bonnie wasn't really that into the boy's here. They were all the same in her eyes and she'd rather just focus on her magic. Her one true love. Bonnie laughed at herself as she walked back inside. She found her grams frosting the cake in the kitchen.

'There you are, I was wondering when you would come back.' The old witch said while passing her a plate filled with cake. There was a single candle placed in it.

'Happy 18th birthday baby.' Bonnie smiled as her grams kissed her cheek while singing 'Happy Birthday'.

Klaus pov

A lead. Finally a lead. After all these months Klaus had found his first valid clue, getting him a step closer to untangle the mystery of his sibling's deaths.

His loyal warlock servant Malachai had finally been able to get the whereabouts of a once powerful witch, named Qetsiyah. An old ex-witch specialized in curses and prophesies. Her magic had been stolen from her many years ago, so she was completely harmless. Her knowledge and spirit however had remained intact. The rumors were that the spirits spoke to her, even after she lost her gift of magic.

Klaus smirked at himself as he stood outside her old wooden cottage deep in the south side of France. The ex-witch new how to hide. The Hybrid didn't care either way, he was finally going to get some well-deserved answers, and hopefully his revenge soon enough. He walked into the ex-witches garden.

'Qetsiyah, I know your in there.' He shouted menacingly. 'If you don't want me to burn this ratchet little cottage of yours down, it will be in your best interest to invite me in and skip the dramatics.'

Klaus's plan worked almost immediately. The wooden door slowly creaked open.

He smirked while staring into the ex-witches bright eyes. Filled with pride, determination and even a little fear. Only then he notices her aged face and gray hair. Her magic had disappeared, together with her beauty. Klaus bent his face down to her.

'Aren't you going to invite me in, crone?'

He saw disgust and hesitation drift over her old features. She sighed, knowing she had no other choice. 'You may enter, Hybrid.'

Klaus took a seat in an old wooden chair, purposely making it squeak under him. Qetsiyah hesitantly sat down too.

'What a lovely little home you have, quite…rustic.' Klaus said with a sarcastic smile.

The crone didn't take the bait. She sat up. 'I don't know why you're here Hybrid, but I know it's not good. Could we please skip the spiteful small talk and get to the point. What do you want, Niklaus?'

Klaus just smirked at her taunt, letting a hint of gold flash through his blue eyes. Letting her know who had the upper hand.

'O my dear old Qetsiyah, you have never been one for a civilized conversation. But very well then, have it your way.'

Klaus started to inform her about the last few months. He noticed Qetsiyah frown when he got to the part of Freya and Finn's death, or more likely on how they died. When he finished the ex-witch finally spoke.

'I am afraid I can not help you on this matter, Niklaus. I do not have my magic, and you are talking about the darkest kind, curses for that matter.'

No! Niklaus growled and quickly shot up, making his chair hit the ground with a thud. He refused to believe he came here for nothing, and just lost his only lead.

'Nonsense! You are Qetsiyah for heavens sake. You're holding back, I can sense it. I can smell the lies on you. I will torture it out of you if I have to, you dirty old –'

Qetsiyahs eyes abruptly shot back, showing only the whites. A bright light filled the room. Klaus stood as still as a statue. His mouth fell open in shock.

What the bloody hell was going on?

Qetsiyah rose a thew inches from the floor. Klaus waited and readied himself for what was to come. She spoke with a voice that was not her own.

'You are a fool, Hybrid. The prophesy has been set in motion a thousand years ago. The Mikaelsons will fall or be saved within years time, by the hands of a young one. That will be based on her actions. Be ware Hybrid, the young witch has learned to loath your kind. You have been warned.'

Qetsiyah started shaking over her whole body. Blood dripped out of her nose as her eyes rolled around hysterically. Klaus quickly stepped out of his trance. This couldn't be all. He needed a name, and he needed it now. He vamp speeded towards the crone, closing his strong fingers around her neck and raising her a thew inches higher.

'I need a name crone! GIVE ME A NAME!' He roared furiously.

Qetsiyah started squeaking out words. He released his grip just a little, letting her breath. 'Speak. Now.' The Hybrid growled lowly.

'The last…the last and youngest witch of the Be- Bennett bloodline.' Her voice shattered, eyes turning blank.

Klaus let her limp, dead body fall to ground. He felt no remorse, this only spared him the trouble of killing her himself. She knew too much.

'Bennett..' The Hybrid let the name role over his tongue. A proud, once powerful family, he regarded himself. Klaus smirked at this new knowledge. It looked like he was going to be paying the youngest Bennett a visit, wherever in the world she was right now. He laughed cruelly, knowing he was one step closer to getting his revenge and ending this prophesy once and for all.

Klaus stalked out of the ex-witches home. He then grabbed a match and set the wooden cottage on fire, Qetsiyah burning in it. He glanced over his shoulder to the flames one last time before vamp speeding away.

I hope you liked the first chapter! Please review what you think! x

To be continued…