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1) As you know this will be a multi-chapter fic about how Bonnie becomes a powerful witch/Queen of N.O./Mrs. Mikaelson. You'll follow important memories that Bonnie and the brother's share about how far they came. With that being said, there will be some memories that will only be one chapter while some memories (like this chapter) would be split into two chapters (three tops) because there is so much info that you guys need to know that will help you better understand the latter memories in later chapters. I don't want chapters to seem rushed or crunched in. I want you guys to be able to enjoy the ride and take in every detail.

2) In this fic I will be exploring relationships. Some relationships have already been unfolded in the Originals but I want to dig deeper and play with it a bit. For example - I LOVE the fact that Marcel and Elijah used to be really close. These are one of the relationships I will be writing about, among Klaus/Marcel, Stefan/Mikaelson Brothers and many more. I hope you guys enjoy it. Disclaimer: I own nothing. L.J. Smith, Juli Plec and the CW Network own the rights. Thanks to my creative twin for helping me. You're awesome :) Any errors or mistakes, I apologize.

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Welp, here is Chapter 2

Chapter 2: I Won't Do What You Tell Me Pt.1 (What a World)

Kol Mikealson was the trickster and most sadistic of the family. He loved playing games whether it was playing his favorite game of chess with his brothers or playing with his prey's insides and limbs. Everything was all in the name of good fun. He had to say that he was excited for tonight. Though he knew he would have his fun, he knew tonight was not about him. This was about a little witch that took over the maniacal Original's heart, his little witch and sister-in-law, Bonnie.

It was amazing that they met Bonnie five years ago. If felt longer than that. So many things have happened within those five years. Some were joyful, some were sorrow filled, then some were amazing, then some were just downright a pain in the ass. Knowing this to be true, the young Original wouldn't change anything. Through the years, he has grown in ways he never thought he would.

He was mature . . . okay, somewhat mature, but mature nonetheless. In all his thousand years, he was stuck in the same place, but five years with Bonnie he has turned into a version of himself that he loved. The experience he took with him in his thousand years and the experience he embraced with the five years with his new sister and family created the being before him standing in the mirror.

Kol buttoned up his crisp white buttoned dress shirt and tucked it in his black slacks. Tonight was a special occasion and he would dress up for such of an occasion. If he didn't, either Klaus or Elijah would make him suffer. He promised both brothers he would be on his best behavior, but when he thought about it, he wouldn't be The Original Kol Mikaelson if he behaved.

Therefore, he made a compromise to himself. He would act accordingly during the ceremony, but he gets to have his own fun. It was a surprise for his sister and his family. It would be grand and fitting for tonight. A devilish smirk appeared on his face as he thought about his surprise. He knew Bonnie would love it. He thought of it as an official welcoming present on becoming a Mikaelson.

Kol carded his fingers through his hair trying to get it the way he wanted. He was paying close attention to his hair, that he didn't notice Elijah walking into his room. The older brother stood looking at his brother's back. It didn't go unnoticed how his brother had changed over the last few years. He was still his playful vicious callous self, but he has grown in more places than one. A smile curled on Elijah's lips. He was proud of Kol. He wouldn't dare say such a thing out loud. He didn't need his younger brother walking around New Orleans showing his peacock feathers for every living (and un-living) soul to see.

"I see you are taking in some of your brother's traits, Kol."

Kol lifted his brow in question. "And what brother would that be?"

Elijah stuffed his fist in his pockets and stepped over the threshold of his brother's room. "I'm sure you know who." He said as corrected his bow tie looking over Kol's shoulder to look at the mirror.

Like Kol, Elijah was dressing up for tonight's celebration. He wore a white dress shirt, with a traditional black bow tie around the neck. He wore his gold cuff-links that his sister, Rebekah, brought for him back in 1931. The squared golden cuffs embellished a motif pattern and a line flourish under the two letters. Over his dress shirt, he wore a black silk Victorian breasted vest, then over it a classic black dinner jacket with a peaked lapel and silk shawl collar. Pressed and fit to compliment his long form, his black trousers clung to his legs. The elder Original exuded the word "gentleman" and his apparel screamed confidence.

He stroked his clean shaved face as he looked at his brother through the mirror. "There is only one brother that shares his time perfecting his hair in the mirror." Elijah said seriously but his amusement rung clear as a bell.

Immediately the young Original hands fell from his hair. Kol cleared his throat willing his hands not to go back to his hair. "It's a good thing you caught me, 'Lijah." Said brother raised his brow. "Next thing you know, you would find me brooding and hunched over thinking about life with piercing eyes." He turned to Elijah to give him his best Stefan woe-as-me-I-am-a-vampire-smolder look.

"Indeed." Through the mirror, Kol caught a subtle smile on Elijah's face.

It wasn't until he heard Stefan say, "Screw you" from the other side of the compound when he let out his famous boisterous laugh. When the younger Original settled down, he started fixing his Victorian cravat tie again. "Come, come now, brother." Kol said to Stefan as if he was next to him. "There's no need to be sore. There is nothing wrong delving into your feminist side. We all know how important your hair is."

A swish came from behind the brothers. The Ripper was leaning on the doorjamb in only in his trousers and dress shoes. His shirt was being pressed at the moment, so he had nothing else to wear. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could have put a regular shirt on or even a tank top, but he was home. He should be able to walk freely showing the cut lines and grooves of his physique if he wanted to.

"Do you mind? Some of us with splendid faculty of sight do not wish to see your unfinished apparel." His hand moved in a whimsical way towards the half-dressed vampire. "I wish to have my edible substance stay in my stomach." He turned back to Kol who did not attempt to hide his amusement.

"What is this? Did I miss the memo for Pick on Stefan Day?" The younger brother asked.

"You didn't get the memo?" Kol said from over shoulder faking surprise. He snapped his fingers as he shook his head in disappointment. "I told Niklaus to send them out in the mail."

"I got mine." The vampires heard Bonnie shout from across the eastern side of the compound.

"Don't make me come back over there, woman!" Stefan shouted. He growled when he heard her sniggering. "Do you see what you two did? You turned my best friend against me." Stefan shook his head. "I expect this from Kol, but you Elijah?" Stefan pointed to his well-tailored vampire. "I have to say I am thwarted by your behavior."

Elijah contrived hurt putting his hand over his dead heart. "Forgive my absent behavior. I did not mean to offend."

The Ripper rolled his eyes. "Ha-ha, very funny. You can guess who's not getting their fancy handkerchiefs this Christmas." He said as walked fully inside Kol's room.

"Whatever will I do?" Elijah asked dully.

"If you really want to get him Stefan, take away his suits and fancy shoes. Replace them with T-Shirts, jeans, and sneakers." Kol said as poured him a glass of bourbon, finally dressed. All he had to do was to put on his tuxedo jacket, which was hanging behind his chair.

"That's actually a good idea. I can take his fancy dress socks too." Stefan said he thought about his new plan.

"I am going to tell you this once and never again." Elijah walked over to the other chair and sat across from him. "If I find one garment or shoe missing from my closet, I will make it so you won't be able to touch anything," He looked up at Stefan. "Ever." The Original said firmly not leaving any room for discussion.

Stefan snorted ignoring the threat. He made his way out towards the door. "I'm going back to Bonnie's room where I am welcomed and appreciated."

Kol looked at his younger brother with a hurt expression on his face. "We do appreciate you." Stefan raised his thick brow. "We do! Don't we, Elijah?"

"Wholeheartedly." He said with disinterest as if plucking the lint off his dress jacket was more important than the current conversation.

Stefan shook his head but his lips parted into a grin. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I am a part of this abnormal family. It is frightening to me at times that I associate myself with such company. "

"It's because you fit so well with us." Kol spoke after putting down his drink.

"That and because of your hero hair." Elijah turned his body to look at a not-so-happy scowl on his little brother's face. "We were captivated by the shine in your glorious tresses. It always puzzled me how well cropped it was, don't you agree brother?" The elder Original turned back to Kol.

The Jokester nodded his head in agreement. "We were quite jealous, especially Nik. You know he always had the nice hair. Why do you think he gave you such a hard time in the beginning?"

"Okay, I'm done." Stefan turned to leave.

"Brother, don't leave us!" Kol called out to his ripper twin. When he realized his twin wasn't coming back, he turned his playful steely eyes on Elijah. "See what you did, 'Lijah? Why do you always mess with him?"

"I find teasing our little brother brings me a great quantity of contentment."

"Ah, yes." Kol and Elijah clinked their glasses together and drunk merrily. None of them realizing through their playful banter the piercing screams started back up again.

Stefan made his way back into Bonnie and Klaus' bedchamber. He leaned against the door frame watching his friend chanting quietly to herself near the French doors leading to the balcony. Her hands cupped carefully under her ghost orchids. Bonnie was passionate about nature and she loved gardening. It was her favorite pastime to do with her grandmother when she was young. Klaus took the information to heart and emptied the back of the compound, so he could construct Bonnie's own garden as a gift for their second wedding anniversary.

Flowers and herbs of all kinds filled the garden, but her favorite had always been orchids. Orchids of all kinds decorated mostly around the compound walls and halls of Mikaelson. Vanilla orchids covered around the trunk of trees Klaus and Bonnie planted together. Vines of lavender orchids covered the back end of the abattoir. The pale purple shaded petals and evergreen vines brought out a light touch to the ancient building. Inside the compound, other species of orchids filled the space of House Mikaelson.

There would be mornings when Stefan would wake up and the first thing he smells was the floral aroma of Disa-Riette orchids outside his room and the sweet smell of Vanda Blue orchids down the narrow halls of Mikaelson. Looking at Bonnie now, he could understand why her favorite flowers were orchids. Orchids are the most highly coveted of ornamental plants. They are delicate, exotic, and graceful. They represented love, luxury, beauty and strength; all characteristics that embodied the little witch.

"Are you going to stand there," Bonnie asked while her eyes still closed. She felt Stefan's preference the moment he stepped into her room. "Or are you going to come inside, because you are sending major creepy lurking caveman-slash-ripper vampire vibes."

Stefan smirked as he stepped inside to stand near Bonnie. "That's my thing. The brooding, hunched over caveman shoulders, lurker on every corner, with occasional scaring small children. It's all a part of my charm."

Bonnie peaked one of her eyes open then closed them again. "Does that include the hair as well?" She questioned.

"Ha!" Kol yelled from his room.

"Why is everyone teasing me about my hair?"

Bonnie shook her head but remained focused on her flowers. Stefan watched closely at his friend. She was whispering a spell over her gift her husband gave to her on her twenty-first birthday. She loved them so much; she didn't have the heart to watch them wilt and die. The ghost orchids were expensive and rare. She couldn't let something so beautiful die away.

They rare flower grows in Cuba and Bahama, but occasionally they grew in America, but they were hard to find. A person would have to look carefully somewhere in the swampy area of southwestern Florida. The witch cherished the orchids and kept them healthy and alive for two years. She could never part with them. The rare flowers were too special and were marked as a special time in her life. Slowly but surely the ghost orchids went from limp to standing healthy. The scent from the flowers washed over Bonnie and sent a calming sensation through her body.

When Bonnie finished her spell, she opened her eyes and a broad grin stretched across her face as she looked upon her growing orchids. Their green roots hugged tightly around the warped shaped wooden poles that reached the bedroom ceiling. The flowers wasn't as tall but they were getting there gradually. They were around Bonnie's height now, but the little witch could manage them until they reach the height of the poles.

"Does it ever get old?"

Stefan snapped the witch from her moment of serenity. "What?"

"I said does it ever get old?"

"What, magic?" She shook her head vehemently. "Never. Magic is a part of me. It lives inside me. I connect with life." Bonnie said while stroking the long white petal. "I can feel the strength from the earth. I can feel the calm from the wind when it brushes against my face. Sparks crackle over my body when I wield energy from fire." Her green orbs glistened as she looks at her flowers lovingly. She raised her hand and a small rain cloud appeared. "When the rain hits my skin, I feel cleansed." She moved her hand away to watch the small rain cloud pour droplets of nourishment over her plants.

"My heart flutters every time I cast a spell." Tingles of magic bounced over her almond colored skin. "I feel alive, Stefan. I finally found peace with who I am and what I can do." Bonnie folded her arms over her chest still watching the rain pour. "I'm whole. Not just with being a witch, but with you, Elijah, Kol, Davina, Hayley, and Nik." With a flick of her hand, the rain stopped and the grey cloud vanished in thin air. She puckered her lips blowing her cool breath over the flowers, instantly drying the petals. "Everyone I have come to know and love is a part of me." She turned to Stefan with lightened eyes filled with indescribable happiness.

Stefan could see that his friend was happy with her choice. Sure, he would joke about Bonnie being the 'Almost Mrs. Salvatore', but he knew better. Bonnie has always and would forever be a Mikaelson. Being anything else but a Bennett or Mikaelson wouldn't have fit and that was exactly how she was with his family, she fits.

Bonnie had always belonged to them. True, she was Klaus' wife but she was theirs too. Elijah, Kol, and Stefan were a part of Bonnie and her to them. There was no way they would let their little witch go. They have been through too much together and they wasn't going to let anyone take her away from them, not like they almost did before.

Stefan shivered at the dark memories of those long nights when he thought he lost Bonnie. It was the darkest times of the Mikaelson House and he and his brothers would never forget it.

"Speaking of Davina," Stefan started the conversation wanting to steer his mind away from the thought of losing Bonnie again. "She said she and a reluctant Marcel would be joining tonight's ceremony."

Bonnie sighed in relief. "Good. I'm glad Marcel decided to come."

"I wish he didn't." Stefan mumbled.

Bonnie slapped his arm, which caused the vampire to wince. He often forgets the little witch was not a regular witch anymore. "Stop it. You will be nice when he comes over and that goes for the rest of you."She directed the last bit towards her other Mikaelson men.

"You don't have to worry about me, gorgeous." Kol said from the western side of the compound. "I am known to be on my best behavior."

The witch snorted. "The lies you tell astounds me." Elijah grunted in agreement. "I'm serious. Tonight is an important night for the Mikaelsons." Stefan cleared his throat. "And Salvatore." The Ripper nodded. "I know this day is about me, but it involves all of you too. Besides, Nik wants Marcel here." Bonnie openly admitted.

"Who's telling lies now, sister?" Kol said as he came out his room getting a clear view of the witch. "You look lovely by the way." He pointed motioning to her Grecian dress.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Thanks." She said deadpanned.

"Anytime, gorgeous." He winked. He knew the gesture would irritate the witch. The Original loved stirring the witch's cauldron from time to time. Sure, his sister would light his arm on fire in the process but it was worth it.

"Don't make me set you on fire." See?

"Why must you always bring it back to violence?" Kol tsked. "Nik's bad influence has been rubbing off on you."

"He rubs a lot of things but bad influences are not one of them." Bonnie said with her own wink.

"Ew." Stefan pinched his face in disgust as he poured himself a drink.

"Back to the matter at hand, please?" The brothers gave Bonnie their undivided attention. "Marcel is Nik's protégée. He sees him as a friend and adopted son. He raised him for Pete's sake. He's family."

Kol scoffed earning a scowl from his sister-in-law. "He has a funny way of showing it, darling."

Elijah remained quiet in his brother's room tilting his glass of bourbon from side to side. He and Bonnie had conversed on his and Marcel's relationship. Bonnie couldn't understand it but it wasn't for her to understand and he told her so. Only the Original knew why he sacrificed his relationship with young Marcel. Was it hard to do? Yes. Was it a bit dramatic? Probably. Was it essential to his cause to save his brother's humanity? Yes and he would do it again.

"I still don't like him." Stefan declared breaking the stilled silence.

"I second that." Kol chimed in merrily but everyone knew he was anything but.

"Well, tough on both you." Bonnie snapped. She was getting flustered and her patience was beginning to wear thin.

The brothers noticed the Bennett-Mikaelson witch change in mood. She was no longer Bonnie the witch but Bonnie, Queen of New Orleans. Anyone could tell the difference. When she was just Bonnie, her magic was light and warm. However, when she was in her regal state her magic was more stern and heavy. When the little witch gets like this, the vampires, including her husband knew not to push her. The consequences were disastrous, especially lately. Kol had to replace many shirts because he wanted to poke fun.

"Regardless of our ups and down between us and Marcel's camp, Marcel is a part of this family. You will show him the proper courtesy in my home." Her voice was calm and leveled but the undertone of her words radiated with authority.

Magic began to surge through the compound. The wailing from down below had ceased when the prisoner felt the shift in the air. Fear struck her knowing this was only a fraction of Bonnie's power. Instead of going back rattling her chains and screaming to the high heavens, she fell limp letting her arms hang from the iron cuffs that dug in her skin. Soft whimpers poured from her dried lips as hopelessness settled in. There would be no more screaming here on out. She would wait patiently for the inevitable.

When Bonnie felt herself calm down somewhat, she began to speak again. "You all have accepted Davina and she tried to kill Nik, three times."

"You can't compare the two, darling." Kol started walking back to the threshold of his room to lean on the wall.

"Oh?" Bonnie folded her arms over her chest. "And your change of heart has nothing to do with you being smitten with her?"

Elijah hid his smile discreetly behind his hand while Stefan chuckled. "She got you there, brother."

"That's not funny. You," He whipped around to Elijah. "Stop smiling and you," He turned to a still smiling Stefan. "Shut up. And you Miss Know It All," He pointed to Bonnie who rolled her eyes at her brother's dramatics. "Me, fancying Davina doesn't count. You know the reason why we have ill feeling towards Marcellus." Kol spoke seriously. Bonnie could feel the anger rolling off him. "I don't know about the rest you lot, but I'm not going to break bread with my enemy."

In ways, Bonnie could understand why her three favorite vampires were not willing let the Marcel incident slide, but enough was enough. "I'm not asking for friendship, Kol. I asking for all of you to be the gentlemen I know you are and be cordial." Her vampires didn't say anything. "Can you two just promise to be on your best behavior." Bonnie pleaded already wanting this night to end. "Just for tonight?"

"Wait a minute. There are three of us present in this conversation. Why are you only speaking to Kol and me?" Stefan asked perplexed and a little offended.

"Do I really have to answer that question?" She didn't and both Stefan and Kol knew it.

"Fine." Stefan growled lowly.

Bonnie nodded her head towards Stefan. "Kol?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I promise I won't start with Marcellus." Bonnie noticed the revulsion saying Marcel's full name, but she nodded anyway "Just keep the little whelp away from me."

Bonnie bit the inside of her cheek trying to refrain from setting Kol on fire. She would take what she could get . . . for now. Bonnie let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. Suddenly she felt tired. She sat down on the chaise lounge next to her open balcony looking out into the night. Stefan could tell his little witch was still tense from their heated discussion. The conversation of the ex-king always brought on a bit of hostility with the brothers.

This night was important to the Bennett-Mikaelson witch and she wanted everything to be right, not for herself but for her family. She was family oriented since her own family wasn't there for her. Her mother, Abby, left her when she six years old and her father, Rudy was never home. Though she and Grams were close, the old Bennett witch wasn't physically there for her. Now she had a family and she wanted them all to be together. It was the reason why she felt she had to be the glue to keep the family together, no matter the cost.

Bonnie was a selfless soul and loyal to a fault. It was both admirable and extremely frustrating to her husband. There were many occasions when she put herself in harm's way for the sake of others.

One incident in particular involved Marcel*. It was the only time the Original Hybrid would willingly kill his protégé, but in the end decided against it. However, his brothers had no qualms with staking the ex-king. They would happily rid of the vampire who not only betrayed their brother, but also caused harm to Bonnie. Before the three could put their plan of revenge into fruition, Bonnie told them not to. Of course, two thousand year old vampires and one Ripper could tie her up and do the deed, but it wasn't what their little witch wanted.

The Ripper shook his head thinking back on the incident. He loved Bonnie to pieces but sometimes he just wanted to strangle her pretty neck. The woman had a knack for driving vampires, and a hybrid, crazy. "You just can't help yourself but to worry about others can you?" Stefan said coming from behind her.

The witch puffed out her cheeks blowing her bang out of her face. "You know what it means to him, Stefan. Marcel and Nik has been on and off the fence before that blow up they had three years ago. It's time to let it go."

"I understand Bon," He didn't actually, but she didn't need to know that. "But do you really think this is a good idea? I mean the last time they were in the same space together, it didn't go so well. Let's not forget how it all started."

Bonnie scoffed and turned to look up at her vampire friend. "What? You think it's my fault?"

"No." Bonnie huffed and turned back to the window crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on, Bonnie." The vampire whined when he went to sit beside her on the chaise. When she didn't acknowledge him, the vampire bumped her shoulder with his. He waited a beat and she finally bumped him back. "I think what you are trying to do is very noble. I get you want us to be a family, especially on your night. I also understand you care about Marcel and Klaus' relationship, but those bridges have to be built by them, not you."

Bonnie went to say something but Stefan stopped her before she could get a word of edgewise. "No, Bonnie." The Ripper spoke firmly. "As much as you want their relationship to happen, this takes time. They have had issues way before you were born. There are layer upon layers upon layers of pain and betrayal between the two."

"I already know about what he and Rebekah did." She bit the inside of her cheek trying to hold in her yawn. Why was she so sleep all of the sudden? "I admit it was a stupid idea to bring Mikael in the mix and then lying about it for some odd years –"

"So you understand his dilemma then?" Bonnie looked away from him fixing her gaze on the night sky. Stefan shook his head. "There are things you cannot heal, Bonnie. Klaus has lived for over a thousand years. Those types of memories just don't go away. There is no erasing or getting over them. We as immortals have to live with those memories forever in here." He pointed to his head.

"I know that, Stefan. I really do, but I can't just back off." Stefan pinched the bridge of his nose. The woman was infuriating. He shook his head ready to spring negativity from his tongue but Bonnie interrupted him. "I know I can't fix everything and I'm not trying to, but I do want to help in some way, Stefan."

Stefan said nothing. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk Bonnie out of whatever she felt passionate about. For now, he would leave it alone. "Okay Mrs. Fix it, we'll try it your way." The nickname caused Bonnie to laugh easing the tension somewhat off her shoulders. Stefan rubbed her shoulder as he buried her head on his chest. "But you have to admit, the way this all start was quite comical."

Stefan felt Bonnie shake her head in displeasure but he knew she was smiling. "You and Kol were terrible."

"Well, why else did you think they called us the Terrible Twins? We live up to that name."

"I wish someone would have told me that in the beginning."Bonnie sighed deeply but a smile tugged at her fire red engine painted lips. "It would have saved me a lot of trouble."

"You wish, witch!" Kol called out from his room.

Bonnie sniggered at her brother's mini outburst but it didn't evaporated the sullen mood she was in. She slouched down onto her chaise kicking her feet up. "To be a Mikaelson." She said to herself.

Though everything was light within the Mikaelson place once again, the witch couldn't shake the memory of first meeting the former New Orleans king. The night meeting Marcel Gerard weighed heavy on her mind. If she knew what type of foolishness that came with meet him and Davina, she probably in her right mind would have refused his offer. It could have save future trauma and anger if she refused the former king in the first place. However, if she did, she wouldn't have the life she had now.

The story that led from the meeting made her see a crack in the hybrid's over confident and brutish facade. Seeing Klaus in a new light was one of the reasons it brought the witch an inch closer in becoming Mrs. Mikaelson.

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"This sucks." Bonnie pouted.

Her cousin Lucy snickered as took a bite of her fry. "I'm sure you will do fine."

Lucy had came to visit her little cousin when word around the witch-mill that there was a Bennett witch staying in New Orleans. She was a bit shocked when she found out Bonnie was the one who moved to Supernatural Central. Lucy only met Bonnie a couple times through the Bennett holiday gatherings they had around Christmas and New Years. She rarely goes to the family functions, but when she misses being around familiars she would attend. Travelling with Katherine Pierce could be frustrating at times.

Bonnie rolled her eyes at Lucy. "I'm happy you find my displeasure funny."

"I do." Lucy said with a smile.

"Meany." Bonnie pouted as she took Lucy's glass to refill it again.

"So," The older Bennett started. "What time are they coming?"

"He said he would bring her around eight-thirty." Bonnie checked her watch and it was eight-fifteen. She let her arm fall limp and puffed out her cheeks.

"You're nervous." Lucy pointed out.

"How could you tell?" Bonnie took Lucy's glass and drowned her shot of tequila.

Lucy pinched Bonnie's arm. "Watch it, brat. I'm still older than you."

"I'm sorry." The witch sighed and leaned over the bar table. "I never did this before."

"It will come easy to you."

"How do you know?" Bonnie asked. She didn't mean it in a rude way, she was genuinely curious.

"I taught some little rascals before."

"Was it hard?"

"Pfft, heck yeah it was hard. Those little boogers wasn't a picnic." Lucy reached over for the bottle of tequila and poured her another shot. She missed the scowl on Bonnie's face or she didn't. Either way, she poured herself another shot. "But it was liberating. I felt like I was leading the next generation or some sappy crap like that."

Bonnie smirked but it didn't last. The young witch was a jumble of mess. She never taught a witch how to control their magic, only herself. She had no clue how to instruct another witch to do anything. The Bennett witch cursed herself for jumping the gun saying she would help. Usually she would pause and think about things before she give anyone a answer about anything important, but Bonnie has found she has become more daring since she moved to New Orleans. She was all for taking life by the horns, but now she was being plain ol' reckless.

Speaking of reckless behavior, she thought about her time with the three vampires and the hybrid. Bonnie snorted. Three vampires and a hybrid sound like a beginning of bad joke, she thought. She hadn't seen them for weeks. Bonnie often would have thoughts about them. When she works, from time to time she catches herself checking the door to see if they would walk in. This known fact made her angry and made her seem like a stalker. Why was she so concerned if the four brother return or not? It wasn't like she knew them and she wasn't sure if she truly wanted to see them again.

Then again, if she was being truly, truly honest with herself, she did want to see them. Contradictory, yes, but it was the truth. Bonnie wanted to see them but then maybe it was good idea not to see them again. See, contradictory. She told her cousin Lucy about her company a few weeks ago and she was not happy. Come to find out, the vampires and the hybrid were more dangerous than Bonnie thought.

Her cousin told her about Kol, Elijah, and Niklaus being Originals and the horror of the Mikaelson family. The Originals have been stalking all over the world creating havoc for thousands of years. The stories her cousin told her were horrible. Some made her sick to her stomach. Though these creatures were the true meaning of murders, Bonnie couldn't help but have pity for the ancient vampires.

The Mikaelsons' origin was a tragic tale. Mother and father murdering their children, betrayal, lost of humanity, it all seem too much for the witch. She knew Lucy told her the story to make her be afraid and give her a motive to stay away from them, but all she felt was sadness. She couldn't imagine a mother and father, the two people in existence that supposed to love their children unconditionally, would take their children lives away and turn them into monsters and for selfish reason at that. She wasn't making excuses for them, but it didn't take a genius to know how the tragedy of the Mikaelson family started.

Then Lucy told her about the charmer himself, Stefan Salvatore known as the Ripper. The origin of the Salvatore wasn't as catastrophic as the Mikaelsons, but it was bad enough. Stefan's story was the type that would scare children at night, worse than the boogey man. The witch couldn't comprehend what was being told to her. The Stefan she met at the bar wasn't a blood thirsty monster that Lucy described. He was a charmer, sure, but Bonnie couldn't picture Stefan feasting on innocents until he gets into a frenzy and rips them to pieces. The thought that he was capable to do such a thing sent shivers up the Bennett witch's spine.

Though these vampires were a menace, none of them could compare to Niklaus Mikaelson. He was barbaric and vengeful. He doesn't care for anyone unless they are useful to his own cause. He trusted no one, not even his family. Bonnie was shocked when Lucy told her he daggered his family and put them in their coffins for centuries.

After hearing what her cousin had to say, she had to admit she felt stupid for talking with them. In the back of the Bennett witch's mind, she knew she had to be careful around them. The clues were there. Stefan's vampirism showing, Kol's devil glint eyes, Elijah's all too gentleman demeanor, and Klaus' bone chilling smile. With all the information her cousin told her, why did she still had an urge to see them again.

It didn't make any sense to Bonnie. Hearing these awful things about these creatures should have sent red flags and alarms ringing in her head. Thinking on how she behaved with him, should have her feeling ashamed, but she didn't. The kiss with Stefan should have bile rising up in her throat. She should regret even kissing any of them, but she didn't. She should feel repulsed and angered about even talking with them in the first place, but she didn't and it pissed her off that she felt this way.

Her opinion of them from the first night they met, didn't sway her at the slightest. Seeing them together made them seem, well, normal. They didn't look dangerous. They looked like brothers who cared for each other. They joked and laughed with Bonnie the whole night. How her cousin painted them and what she saw a month ago were different images. She knew Lucy was telling the truth about them, she wouldn't dare be stupid enough to deny anything her cousin told her. The problem was that Bonnie wasn't effected by the news than she should and that scared her more than being angry with herself.

So, if she knew about the Originals and the Ripper and knew what they were capable of, why did she still want to see them again? The witch still had Stefan's number, but he never texted or called her. She was pissed but deep down she knew she shouldn't be. It wasn't like she made a effort to call him, but she didn't want to admit that. She believed the male was supposed to be the one to break and call first. That was her belief (excuse) and she was sticking to it.

Bonnie wanted to bang her head on a wall. Why did she want Stefan to call her? The only conclusion to her madness was being dropped on her head when she was baby. It was either that or she had a death wish. Anyone in their right mind would stay clear of the terrible Mikaelson men and the Ripper, Bonnie just happened to be not one of them.

"Hello."

Bonnie snapped out of her rambling thoughts to see Lucy waving her hand in her face. "Stop that." She pushed her cousin's hand out the way.

"I was calling you for five minutes and you were in Lala Land. What were you thinking about?"

Bonnie shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly. "Nothing of importance." She pushed away from the table to take another customer's empty glass and payment for the drink.

Lucy could tell she was lying. She could read it all in Bonnie's aura that something that wasn't important was important. She watched her cousin closely as she collected other patrons empty glasses and refilling cups. Lucy knew exactly what was bothering Bonnie and she was going to address it.

Bonnie made her way back over to her cousin. She was about to ask her how her aunt was doing, but Lucy had other plans. "You were thinking about them, weren't you?" Bonnie bit the inside of her cheek not wanting to lie or admit anything, but it didn't matter if she talked or not. Lucy already knew that the vampires and the hybrid was on her little cousin's mind.

"Please don't."

"They are dangerous, Bonnie." Lucy told her seriously.

"I know. You told me five times already."

"Then why aren't you listening? They are killers, Bonnie. They could kill you without a thought. Don't fall into their trap."

"I'm not falling into their trap, Luce. I haven't even spoken or seen them for a month."

"But you want to."

Bonnie bit the corner of her lips wanting to scream. "Look, it's nothing okay? Drop it."

"They are dangerous, Bonnie."

"And that would be your seventh time telling me."

Lucy ignored her sarcasm. "You can't see them again."

Something ugly twisted inside Bonnie. She didn't like when people told her what to do. It didn't sit well with the Bennett witch and it never would. "Lucy, I understand you are worried about me and I appreciate that." She breathed through her nose trying to calm down but it wasn't working. Her magic began to churn inside her and the older Bennett felt it. "But let's not fool ourselves here. You haven't been in my life for eighteen years. You barely know me and I don't think visiting on holidays every other three years count us being close."

"What are you trying to say?" Lucy said a little affronted.

"I'm saying Luce, you have no say on what I can and cannot do nor can you tell me whom I can or cannot see." The witch said firmly.

"These are not regular vampires, Bonnie."

"I know that and I thank you for telling everything, but I have been on my own since I was child." And it was true. Her mother was gone and her father never stayed in the house. All she had was herself. "I am self-sufficient. I can take care of myself."

"And no one saying you can't, but this is whole different ball game, kid. You are in Supernatural Central where three Originals and the Ripper lay their head. You told me, Klaus knew you were a witch. Do you honestly think he won't try to use you? Do you honestly think it was by chance that three of the oldest and most powerful family and the Ripper walk into this bar, where you work, just to have a drink?" Lucy questioned. "Don't be naïve Bonnie. It's true you got some serious power, more powerful than me and Sheila, but don't for a second think you can take on those four."

The Bennett women stared at each other not willing to break contact. Bonnie was fuming. Deep down she knew her cousin was trying to help, but she didn't need it. Bonnie was well aware of her power and she knew how to wield it. She practiced everyday and she had become a master in two years. She was THE Bennett witch damn it, a direct descendant from Qetsiyah herself. She wasn't being cocky or tooting her own horn, but there was no one, not even her cousin could tell her what she can and cannot handle.

"Look, cuz'," Lucy rubbed the tiredness off her face and looked back at Bonnie. "I just want you to play this smart. The Four Horsemen already know about you. I just want you to be smart about this."

Bonnie snorted washing all the annoyance she had in her. "Seriously, Luce? You call them the Four Horsemen?"

"Well, they are apocalyptic." She shrugged as she drowned her shot. "I mean look at the facts. You have the Nobleman, Elijah. He is the strategic one. Always ahead of anyone else, plus he's the oldest. He's War." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "No, listen. Stefan, the Ripper. He sucks everything in sight, never having a hold on his hunger. On one scale, he's fine, tips the other way, he's a blood thirsty maniac. He's Famine."

"Okay." Bonnie poured Lucy another shot entertaining her ridiculousness. "What about Kol?"

"Ah, he is Pestilence. The vampire is a disease to all things living. He enjoys playing games, the Trickster. He has destroyed villages Bonnie in a matter of," She snapped her fingers. "Seconds. He's a plague."

"And Niklaus is death, right?"

"Exactly. He is vengeful, barbaric, paranoid. Three ingredients that concocts the perfect psychopath." Lucy stared at Bonnie showing her that she wasn't joking anymore. When it came Niklaus there was nothing to joke about. "He is the Original Hybrid. He attacks his enemies hard and fast, they don't even see him coming. He leaves trails of bodies with out a second thought about their lives. Out all of the three, it is him you would have stay clear from. If you wronged him in any way, he will hunt you down until the ends of the earth until you are unable to run anymore." Bonnie swallowed the thickly fluid piling in her throat. She felt her heart quicken as Lucy continued. "He is the inevitable, Bonnie. A permanent ending you will never escape from."

Bonnie mulled over what Lucy said. She would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit scared. The four compared to the four bringers of the Apocalypse was a clear description how dangerous the four brothers really were. What in tarnation was wrong with the witch?

"But you still want to see them?" Lucy asked.

Bonnie took a moment to think about the question. Her mind was screaming from all sides telling her what to say and do. Everything was too loud in her head, so she took the option of going with her inner instinct. She knew when someone wanted to cause her harm. She felt it. Bonnie took her time sifting through her feeling to evaluate each of the four brothers. When she did, she looked at her cousin square in the eyes and said, "Yes." She could have lied, but she didn't have the strength to do so. When all fails, tell the truth . . . or was it lie?

Lucy couldn't hold in her laughter. She didn't know if it was the tequila or the fact that she was covering her anger with laughter. The Bennett witch didn't care which one it was. She didn't want to lose her buzz. "Goddess, bless you."

"Shut up." Bonnie snatched the shot glass from Lucy to put in the sink behind went to argue but Bonnie held up her hand. "You had enough." She turned to go the back.

"You know, I like the blond bartender better. I don't like you serving my drinks."

"Tough, witch!" Bonnie said from the back room.

Lucy pouted but she was kind of thankful. If someone didn't stop her from drinking, who knows what embarrassing acts she would had done in the bar. "So, you met the four horsemen a month ago." Bonnie snorted at the name as she came out of the room. She would never get used to the nickname. She didn't know if it was because it was nonsense or the tale still scared her. "Then you turn around a month later to meet with another dangerous vampire to teach a powerful witch to control her powers." Lucy shook her head. "Didn't Sheila teach you about self provision?"

"Didn't Aunt Barbra teach you how to hold your liquor?" Bonnie shot back.

"Ouch. Burn." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "So tell me, little cuz'," Lucy leaned on her elbows on the bar table. "How did you get mixed up in doing a favor for the vampire king of New Orleans?"

Bonnie raised her brow. She checked her watch and it read eight twenty-five. She guessed there were no harm in telling a quick story before her company arrive. Bonnie mimicked her cousin leaning her elbows on the bar top. "Well, if you must know . . ."

A Week Ago . . .

"Hey, Bonnie!" Cami called over the loud music.

The Bennett witch was picking up empty glasses and trays from the tables. When she heard her name, she looked up to see her boss standing behind the bar. The blonde-haired woman motioned her head to follow her to the back. Bonnie nodded and picked up the rest of the dishes on the table and followed Cami to the back. In the back kitchen, Bonnie put the dishes in the sink.. She looked around and didn't seen Cami.

"She's waiting for you in the back lot, Bon-Bon." Jerry the dishwasher told her. Bonnie told him thank you patted Jerry on the back before she headed out side.

Bonnie walked down the stone steps waiting to see Cami, except she wasn't there. The witch looked around the lot and didn't see her boss in sight. She pinched her face in confusion. "Cami?" She took a step further into the empty lot. "Cami, are you out here?" Bonnie kept walking until she felt a familiar chill up her spine.

Fear shook her but ebbed away once she got her bearings. Magic welled inside of her and flowed through her fingertips. "Whoever you are, you have until the count of three before I light your ass up like a Christmas tree." Bonnie looked around and still didn't see anyone. "One. . ." Still nothing. "Two . . ." The witch hands cupped a fire ball in her hand readying herself. "Three . . ."

"Easy, there." A voice came from the darkness. "There's no need for any of your witchy juju."

Bonnie turned to the voice to see a vampire with brown skin and a afro. Bonnie looked at the vampire's profile. He was tall. She snorted. Who isn't taller than me, she thought. The vampire had dark brown eyes that settled above his high cheekbones. Facial hair peppered his strong chin and the side of his face. The witch admitted he was a looker, but looks could only get you so far.

"Where is Cami?" Bonnie asked in a tight voice.

"Cami?" The vampire pondered. "Oh you mean the blonde chick? Pretty eyes, pink lips, studying to be a psychologist or something like that." Bonnie's magic vibrated her bones. The fact that the vampire knew what her boss studied told her that he has been watching Cami for who knows how long. "Is that Cami?" The vampire took a step forward while Bonnie took a step backwards. " She's safe. But enough about her. Let's talk about you."

"Let's not and you leave with your undead life."

"Feisty."

"Diego." Bonnie whipped around to see another vampire with a dark green flat cap and threads like he stepped out of the 1940's. "Stop playing around."

"I'm not."

The pale vampire rolled his eyes as he stepped forward towards Bonnie. "Forgive him. He's young." The vampire name Diego snorted. "My name is Thierry Vanchure, the creature in back of me, name is Diego. We're not here to start trouble."

Bonnie stared at Thierry and then Diego. "Where is Cami?"

"The sweet little lady is back in the bar serving drinks. You can check if you want." Bonnie made no move to turn away. She didn't trust vampires to just let her leave. Seeing Bonnie's hesitation, Thierry thought to make it easier for her. "Tell you what, to give you a peace of mind and put some faith in us, we'll go in with you. We'll even walk in front of you so you won't get the wrong idea."

"Are you serious?" Diego muttered.

"Ssh." Thierry turned halfway to Diego then back to Bonnie. "What do you say?"

Bonnie stared up in the vampire's blue eyes and wonder if she could really trust him. After a moment, the witch nodded her head. This made the vampire in front of her smile. "But if you or your buddy makes one wrong move towards me or any innocents, you'll regret it."

"I know, I heard. You will light our asses up like a Christmas tree." Thierry smirked. "I'll go first." He said as he walked before Bonnie.

The witch looked at the cool swagger radiating off him as he walked. She tilted her head to the side as she watched the vampire's back. She didn't know if she was feeling the buzz from meeting the four brother's or if she was crazy but she felt as though she could trust Thierry. Yes, she was definitely leaning towards crazy. Bonnie shivered when she felt Diego brush passed her to walk behind Thierry. Putting her rambling thoughts to the side, Bonnie followed them up the stairs to the kitchen.

When she came inside, both vampires were waiting for her. Someone was missing."Where's Jerry?"

"Safe." Diego said smugly as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Where is Jerry?" Bonnie asked again.

"Jerry went home early."

"You mean you compelled him." Bonnie's voice clipped and hard. Her annoyance was almost at the brim.

"You say PoTAto, I say PoTAHto." Diego said with a shrug off his shoulder not caring about the dishwasher.

Ignoring his partner, Thierry tapped Bonnie shoulder. When she looked, he tilted his head motioning to the bar. Bonnie walked past them but not before she glowered at Diego. The vampire watched the little witch move and raised his brow. His brown eyes traveled over Bonnie's, liking what he was seeing. He usually didn't like witches. He found them manipulative and conniving, but looking at the witch in front of him, he figured she couldn't be all l that bad. He did have a thing for feisty women.

"Don't get any ideas, Diego."

Said vampire sucked his teeth. "Are you the only one that can have a witch?"

"I love Tina, you just trying to chase some tail." Diego snickered. "Plus, that little lady –" He points his finger to Bonnie talking to Cami by the bar. "Would eat you alive, vampire or not. I mean, she's a Bennett witch. You met Sheila and that's her granddaughter?" Thierry shook his head. "You're glutton for punishment, man."

Diego steadied looking at Bonnie coming back towards the kitchen. "I can take her."

Thierry patted his friend's shoulder. "Sure you can." Diego went to comment back, but Bonnie presence stopped him.

"She's okay." Thierry nodded. "And you compelled her."

"And Jerry." Diego added.

Ignoring the vampire, she kept her eyes on the blue eyed vampire. "What do you want with me?"

"Marcel would like an audience with you."

Bonnie raised her brow. "Your king wants to see me? Why?"

"You'll just have to come with us to find out, witch."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Diego not able to hold back her annoyance. "I can still light you on fire." She was getting fed with the vampire. How many vampire does it take to deliver a message? Feeling the murdering intent in Bonnie, Diego lifted his hands to surrender but his smug grin never left his face. Bonnie wanted to smack it off. Holding in her urge to set him aflame, she looked back at Thierry. "When does he want to meet me?"

"Tonight."

Bonnie sighed feeling the long day wearing down on her. She was hungry, sleepy, her feet hurt, and she wanted to take a bubble bath. What she didn't want was having to meet a vampire king who make a showcase of killing her kind in the middle of the street. She didn't know it was true or not, but if it was, Bonnie was in for a treat. "Lead the way." Bonnie said tiredly.

"You look like you're dead on your feet." Thierry moved towards her making Bonnie step back.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to carry you. You look tired." The vampire said with a little concern in his tone.

Bonnie smiled wryly at him. "Thank you, Thierry." Diego rolled his eyes. "But I'm fine." Bonnie opened the door leading to the back lot. "Shall we, gentlemen?"

It didn't take the three long to arrive at St. Anne's Catholic Church. Bonnie glanced up at the old building and wondered why a vampire king would want to meet her at a church. She was expecting to arrive in a limo to take her to some extravagant grand mansion or some creepy castle similar to ones she seen on Scooby-Doo somewhere outside New Orleans with a butler named Jeeves or Alfred to lead her inside. She had to give it to the vampire she was indeed surprised. She gives him a eight for 'Mysterious Meeting Vampire Places'.

She heard about the vampire king from the witch's mill. It was no secret that Marcel Gerard had the witches under his thumb. Witches had warned Bonnie about Marcel and his rules. Bonnie was fine with his rules so long as he didn't start any trouble. She had to admit she was shocked that the witches weren't allowed to do magic in the quarter. All this time Bonnie had been doing magic in her home without knowing it was against the rules. She wondered if there was a magic ward around her Grams house or did Marcel knew about her doing magic. If the vampire knew about it and it was against his rules to do magic, why was she still alive and not executed?

Thierry opened the double doors leading inside of the church. Bonnie stepped inside the dark church keeping herself alert. When she walked down the aisle, she felt someone coming towards her. It wasn't a vampire, but a human. Coming from behind the pulpit was a wearing all black. How fitting. Bonnie could feel the heaviness of sadness around the man. His eyes were haunted but they glowed through the darkness casting a eerie glare towards Bonnie that made her skin crawl.

"Hello, Miss Bennett. I am father Kieran. You might know my niece, Camille."

It took a minute to answer back. His niece? "Cami is your niece?"

"Yes she is." Kieran said with a smile but it was empty. "First I would like to explain that there will be any altercation of any king during this meeting."

"Wait." Bonnie shook her head. "You're a part of this meeting?" Bonnie turned to the vampires behind her. "Is he compelled?"

"No I am not." Kieran stepped down from the pulpit. His heavy steps echoed throughout the empty church making her feel small. "I know all about witches, werewolves, and vampires little girl."

Annoyance slammed back to the witch full force when he called her little girl banishing her fear. "So who are you really, pops?" she said with a little attitude. Thierry hid his smile when he saw Diego mouthed 'feisty' to him.

"I am a preacher of the city of New Orleans who wishes to keep the humans safe." The preacher stuffed his hand in his pocket. "I am the leader of the Human Faction. You could say I am the voice of the humans in New Orleans among the other leaders representing their species."

Bonnie eyes widen on the fact. "There is a faction between humans, werewolves, vampires, and witches?"

"Not werewolves." The preacher shook his head. "The Weres have been banished from the Quarter."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." A deep voice echoed through the room.

Bonnie attention went up to the vampire sitting on the steps leading to the dais. How long was he sitting there? Why didn't I sense him? The witch was bubbling over with curiosity and a little vexed that she didn't noticed the vampire sitting not a few feet away from her. Looking at the vampire sitting comfortable, she knew who he was. "You're Marcel."

The vampire smiled showing his pearly whites. "That I am."

He stood from his seated position showing off his broad form. He wore a tan v-neck shirt showing off the warm tawny complexion. His arms bulged as he walked down the steps. Facial scruffs peppered all over his face making him seem more attractive. The witch had to swallow her tongue seeing the vampire king himself. She couldn't understand why all the vampires she happens to meet have great bone structure.

"And you are Bonnie Bennett." His voice was deep and smooth. It reminded the witch of a hot knife slicing through butter. "It is pleasure to finally meet you."

Bonnie gave the vampire king one last once over then met his coffee brown eyes. They were lovely. "Why am I here?"

"Mmm, I like when women get straight to the point. It makes things," He looked at Bonnie up and down making the witch somewhat naked. "Easier."

Bonnie's cheeks burned with embarrassment. She ignored Marcel's flirty tone and got back to the matter at hand. "It would be nice to get a answer please."

"Right. Well, Miss Bennett or can I call you Bonnie?" He asked.

"Bonnie, please."

"Well Bonnie," He let the name run on his tongue like silk. "I am in need of favor."

The witch scoffed. "You need a favor . . . from me." Marcel nodded. "Why me?"

"Because you are the only witch in existence other than your grandmother can do this task I ask of you."

Bonnie froze when he mentioned her Grams. "You knew Grams?"

"I had a pleasure of meeting her a few times, yes. She was real classy woman. There aren't any witches of Sheila's caliber. She was a head of her time in the 70's and she excelled in this age."

Bonnie felt unshed tears stinging her eyes. She missed her Grams and she wished half of time the elder Bennett was alive to guide her. Bonnie gave Marcel a crooked smile. "She was amazing wasn't she?"

Marcel watched the little witch's features. He could tell she was heartbroken still about her grandmother's death. It was unexpected to him as well. Marcel had worked close with Sheila on different occasion when she moved to New Orleans. He made sure eyes were on her at all times. Some of the witches in the area didn't like that a Bennett was in their territory. Instead of learning from the elder Bennett, they cast Sheila out of their circles. Though the witch could take care of herself, Marcel still wanted to watch over her and did since her last day on earth.

"Yes she was." Marcel nodded.

Bonnie turned away before her tears spilled over. She quickly wiped her cheeks and cleared her throat pushing the thought of her Grams out her mind for the moment. "What is the favor?"

"I need you teach a witch to control her powers. She know how to use them but recently she has been losing control." Bonnie nodded for him to continue. "She has the migraines and sometimes she lashes out. She all gets tired quickly, even when she does little spells that should be cake to her."

When Bonnie was about to ask a question that she did not remember, she felt her body sing. Her magic pulsated inside her. Warmth flowed through her body and out her pores. The vampires felt the magic oozing out of the little witch. They shivered with delight feeling the warmth clung to their body like second skin. Tingles sparked on their cold skin raising the hairs on their arms and the back of their necks. The magic inside Bonnie made her blood heady and more appetizing to the vampires. Her blood smelled of honey and milk, succulent and luscious.

The vampire king licked his lips tasting Bonnie scent on his tongue. "What was that?" His voice was hoarse and it rattled the witch's nerves but she ignored him. Marcel went to ask her again but faltered when he noticed the witch's eyes change color. As it came, it quickly went causing the vampire to believe he was seeing things.

Unaware of Marcel's glare, Bonnie walked passed him following her instincts. She closed her eyes letting her magic pull her to the direction it needed her to go. Each step she took, she felt as though whatever her magic was leading her to, she was getting closer. She knew she walking up a staircase but to where, she didn't know. Her feet made a left, then a right, then walked straight forward until she was at a standstill. The strumming magic within her simmered down. The warmth that spread throughout her body went down to her normal temperature.

When Bonnie was sure that her body and mind was calm, slowly she opened her eyes to be met with a door. Bonnie didn't ask any question to why she was there, she only listened to her instincts and they were telling her to open the door.

Bonnie lifted her hand on the bronze doorknob and twisted it to open the door. The worn brown door creaked open to a dim lit room surrounded with floating candles. The room smelled like wax and stale attic. Bonnie wandering eyes danced around the attic taking everything in. The attic/room had a bed on the far corner with a tall canopy sprawling sheer ivory cloths on the sides, fitting for a princess. There were ivory Victorian dressers and vanity by the left of the bed. Stacks of books stacked on top of one another other books. Some were opened while others were closed with book markers saving the page where the young witch left off. Charcoal pencils were sprawled across the floor. Paintbrushes neatly gathered in a flower vase next to a painting kit. Sitting on a wooden easel, was a large drawing pad with black marks of twisted shapes and lines..

The moonlight flowed through the room illuminating the dark corners of the attic/room that Bonnie didn't notice before. When her eyes were done examining the room, green eyes met starlight blue. Taking in the owner of the gleaming eyes, Bonnie realized the witch before her was a teenager, around the age of sixteen.

She was young in the face. Her skin was sun kissed with red stained apple cheeks. Her mahogany hair flowed down her back bringing out the blue in her irises. Bonnie watched closely as the starlight blue color of her eyes turned misty gray. In that moment, the witch felt the power of the young witch. The power the young witch was holding insider her was not all her own. The magic was brimming on the surface ready to burst at the seams. The older witch knew the girl wouldn't be able to contain it long.

Bonnie felt four presence behind her. She knew it was the vampires and the preacher, but she didn't pay them any mind. Her focus was on the doe eyed girl standing by her art set. Bonnie took a step forward into her room. Under her feet, she heard the floor creak under her weight. Dust floated around and it was beginning to bother her. Why was she in here?

"What is your name?"

The young witch stared at Bonnie not trust her. She looked behind her to see Marcel already looking at her. She asked Marcel if she could trust her with a glare. Knowing what the girl was asking, Marcel nodded his head. The witch turned away from her guardian to Bonnie waiting patiently. The witch put down her charcoal pencil and placed it on her easel. "My name is Davina."

"I'm Bonnie."

"I know. I have been watching you."

Bonnie nodded. Having a witch watch over her should be unnerving to her. A lot of what was happening this past month should be bothering her, but it didn't. It made the witch realize something was happening to her. Not wanting to dwell on the matter, Bonnie took a deep breath to calm herself and her magic that was crawling beneath her flesh.

"Are you here against your will?" Bonnie heard Marcel take a step forward but the Bennett witch gave him a look that told him to stay back. Marcel looked at Bonnie and ignored her. He went to step over the threshold to find out he couldn't. There was a invisible force around the doorway not letting anyone in. Bonnie turned her attention back to Davina. "Again, are you here against your will?"

Davina stared at Marcel then back at Bonnie. "No. Marcel is keeping me safe."

"From who?"

"The witches. They are trying to kill me."

Bonnie squint her eyes trying to piece things together. A light bulb switched on in her head when she figured it out. "You're a harvest girl." Davina held in her shock and nodded her head instead. Bonnie took another step towards her. "Are you scared of them?"

Slowly, she could see the little witch demeanor change from timid to feral. "No." She wanted the witches dead for taking her friends lives and for lying to them. "I want to make them pay."

Bonnie stared at the little girl in front of her. She loved the witch's spirit and her aura glowed brightly within her. She only needed guidance, a voice whispered in her head. Bonnie nodded to herself and turned away from Davina. She walked out the door and passed the vampires and preacher heading to the stairwell leading to the altar. Bonnie could hear her bath calling out to her.

"Bonnie?" Marcel called out to her as thee witch was walking down the aisle heading towards the double doors.

"Bring her to Rousseau's a week from today. I'm sure you know where that is, since you have been stalking my boss to get to me." Bonnie said not halting her walk to her destination.

"I can't bring her out there."

"That girl needs air. Her aura is bright and it needs to feed. Plus I don't like her being holed up in that attic. She's a sixteen year old girl, not freaking Nosferatu."

Marcel vamped in front of Bonnie to halt her steps. "I don't want Dee to be in danger." He spoke gravely.

Bonnie looked into his dark eyes and seen the devotion and care he had for Davina. It reminded her how a father should look at their daughter. It was that look that could tell their daughter they are the most important person in their world and they would move heaven an earth to keep them safe. Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. She wished her father would have looked at her that way. "She won't be in danger, Marcel. I guarantee it."

"The witches –"

"I know all about the witches and their beliefs, especially the old crabby one, Agnes." Marcel stared down at the witch and the witch stared up at the king unmoved. "Marcel, believe when I tell you that Davina is in good hands."

The vampire looked away trying to rein in his anger. He want Davina to be at the mercy of the witches. When he first heard from Sophie what they were going to do with four girl, he had to spot it. He didn't like any harm coming to children. Being one of those children when he was younger, he could bear to let any child suffer from any adults wrong doings. It was final, Davina wasn't going anywhere.

"Marcel."

The king turned back to Bonnie seeing the glow that he saw from before. Unbeknownst to Bonnie, her eyes began to change color from her usual olive green eyes to a bright Malachite, the exact shade of the precious green stone. Glimmer of amber rimmed around her pupils. Marcel smirked at the sight. The witch was getting angry. Bonnie's face had hardened from the thoughts of the witches hurting Davina. The witch's of the town were nothing but bullies and they tried once with her, but Bonnie nipped it in the bud before they got any ideas. Like Davina, she wasn't scared of them and could take whatever they had coming towards her way.

"No one and I mean no one will touch her, not while I'm there."

Marcel glared down at the small women and knew she was telling the truth. Another smirk pulled at his lips. He couldn't help but to see the strong willed Bennett that passed a few months ago. She is exactly like Sheila, the vampire thought.

Bonnie blinked setting her regular eye color to come back. "They won't touch her." She said again. Not waiting for the vampire to answer, she moved from around Marcel to open the double doors. "Not if they want an angry Bennett witch to deal with."

Marcel deeply chuckled hearing what the witch said as she left out the door. It wasn't funny at all. He knew Bonnie was serious when it came to protecting a innocent. What was funny was that she sounded exactly like Sheila when he met her in the seventies.

He heard Kieran come from behind him to stand beside him. "She's a little spitfire."

The King of New Orleans nodded still looking at the doors where the witch left. "Yeah," Another smile tugged at his lips. "She's a little fire cat."

A week have passed and Bonnie sits waiting for her guests with her cousin. Butterflies fluttered in Bonnie's stomach when she realized they were on their way. She didn't need to look at the clock, she could feel Davina's magic and if she could feel it, she knew the other witches could feel it too. Thinking on the witches burned the Bennett witch to her core. Magic burned at her fingertips wanted to burn something.

"Whoa, what's wrong with you?" Lucy asked."Your magic is going haywire."

Hearing that, Bonnie sat up and tried to calm down. "Sorry. I was thinking about the witches."

"Don't worry about them. They wouldn't lay a finger on you. Sheila got them spooked."

"I'm not worried about them really, just one."

"Ugh! Agnes, that old bat. She needs to sit her old self down before she busts her hip." Bonnie covered her mouth trying to keep from spitting out her drink. "You're laughing, but I'm serious. I hate her and Sophie. They are like two peas and a pod."

Bonnie was about to ask who was Sophie but stopped when she felt Davina. She turned to the door the moment she walked in the bar. She wore a white sundress with a blue jacket covering her arms. Her feet were dressed in white ballerina flats. Her whole aura screamed pure. Behind her was Marcel, Thierry, and Deigo with a couple other vampires she never seen before.

Lucy sitting on her stool noticed Davina's power. Automatically she knew the teenage witch was a harvest girl. She looked up from the girl's face to see Marcel in all his glory. Lucy reached over to hold Bonnie's hand whispering a spell.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie asked.

"I didn't want the vampires to hear."

"What's wrong?" Bonnie said feeling anxious of what her cousin was about to say.

"Are you ready for this?"

Bonnie bit the corner of her lip then nodded her head. "I am." She said with confidence.

Lucy stared at her cousin for a moment to make sure she meant. When she could see Bonnie was telling the truth, the witch let out a laugh. "You are in for a world of disaster and I don't mean just with the vampire king over there." Lucy motioned the mocha vampire coming her way. "He's hot." Lucy whispered.

Bonnie snatched her hand away breaking the spell. "You're a mess."

Lucy only shrugged as she grabbed a shot glass and poured herself some tequila. "I only speak the truth. I might hate vampires but I do have eyes and they like what they see."

Marcel and Davina sat in front of Bonnie. The king leaned over the bar top to grab Bonnie's hand to kiss the back of it. When his lips touched the back of Bonnie's hand, she was surprised to learn they were soft. A tingling sensation shot down her spine to her lower parts. "Hello, Marcel."

The king detached his lips from Bonnie's hand but didn't let go of her hand. "Hello, Bonnie." They stared at each other with a playful glint in their eyes.

Bonnie turned to Davina and smiled at her. She opened her mouth to say hello but a chill brushed against her. She knew that feeling. She knew it all too well when she felt it a month ago. "You got to be kidding." She hissed.

"Well, isn't this nice."

Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut praying she was dreaming of his voice. She opened her eyes unhurriedly then turned to where the voice was coming from. Standing in front of her was Niklaus Mikaelson. In back of him was his brothers Elijah and Kol Mikaelson. Bonnie again went to speak but stopped when she felt a presence beside her. She turned around to meet with greenish-gray eyes. The charming Ripper, Stefan Salvatore was peering down at her lovely frame.

"Hello, Bonnie." Stefan leaned in to kiss the flushed witch's cheek. He stood up to see a pissed off Marcel and his crowded vampires. "And company."

Bonnie was at a loss for words. Her jaw was slacked seeing the four brothers here and now while Marcel and Davina were sitting inches away from her. Feeling the chill again, Bonnie turned from Stefan to meet Klaus with a smug grin on his face.

"Hello, love." Bonnie gulped feeling fearful as his eyes sparkled with mischief and his cherry lips was graced with a tight smile. Bonnie felt her stomach churning when she noticed it. The hybrid didn't say it, but regardless how he sounded, Bonnie knew Klaus was angry. At what, she didn't know, but she could feel the ire rolling off of him in waves. "Did you miss us?" His tone was still soft but their was a edge to words. His smile was long gone and the sparkle in his eyes faded away. There was nothing but a deep scowl pulling his face in a rage distortion. This wasn't anger, this was something else, something beyond any word could describe one's anger and loathing.

Bonnie stared at the heated blue eyes in front of her. What the hell did you get yourself into Bennett, the witch asked herself. What indeed. From across from her, Lucy was smiling from ear to ear watching the show. This is going to be a long night, the witch thought to herself before she drowned her shot.

A long night indeed.

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Well there you have it guys. Bonnie is going to try and help Davina with controlling her powers, but will the witch;s guidance really help Davina? Then after a month without seeing and speaking to Bonnie and who shows up? The Original men and the Ripper himself. It's not a secret why Marcel is pissed, but why would Klaus would be angry? It wasn't like he knew Marcel was showing up right?

I know I said this would be the chapter when a Sire and his childe with have a tiff over a little witch, but next chapter will DEFINITELY see the Klaus and Marcel bump heads. Reviews are love and they are welcomed.

I HOPE YOU GUYS HAVE A HAPPY GOBBLE GOBBLE DAY TOMORROW :) Until next time . . .