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Chapter I: Photographs.


It is strange, and Klaus' senses are on alert. Her wavy hair completely hides her face, and she nuzzles his arm. He blesses his vampire nature for the ability not to have a cramp. Klaus adores the moment when he can watch her be unguarded and peaceful. She is so young, and yet, life appears to hold a personal grudge against her. In many ways, they are kindred spirits. Bonnie is asleep in his arms, but her heart beats faster than usual.

Although, Klaus can tell that she is not having a nightmare. Her dreams are peaceful, and it is the reason why she insists on sleeping in the enclave of his arms. Although, he will never complain. The hybrid enjoys having the witch in his arms every night. She brings a warmth in his bed, which he has learned to appreciate and ultimately craves. Klaus adores her subtle scent, which often lulls him to sleep. Her visage has overtaken most of his nightmares.

Bonnie calls him her peace amidst the chaos that he usual creates around her world. It is something about being in the eye of the cyclone and becoming a cyclone herself. Klaus is more of a hurricane of level five, but the analogy continuous to stand. It is crushing to love him, and it is harder not to sway at every one of his wishes. Although, Bonnie appears to hold the formula. Perhaps, it is because she draws a lot from his presence. To simplify, Klaus is the backbone of her strength.

His finger brushes away her hair, and his knuckles continue to graze her soft skin. The hybrid easily senses the difference. Her scent embalms the entire room, and he can undo every layered aroma, which constitutes her earthy scent. From the faint citrus to the most exotic aroma like turmeric, he knows her scent, and something is amiss. The benefits of a vampire hypersensitivity, subtle changes easily become blatant differences. Her skin is smoother under his fingertips.

Bonnie smells different as if a piece of life has started to cling to her. Klaus worries and he knows she has started to dig into a different magic. He does not want to consider possession, but the hybrid would not put it past her new mentor. In truth, his jealousy may influence his opinion of the man. He does not appreciate the existence of another man teaching his Bonnie anything. Klaus is the designated teacher when it comes to Bonnie.

Bonnie has started to learn about dark art, and Klaus is a bit envious because he wanted the chance to corrupt her. He wanted to introduce her to a more twisted side of magic, but Bonnie remains Bonnie. She had to poke holes in his fantasy and learned a magical art, which worries Niklaus. Old, powerful, and consuming Expression.

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The hybrid no longer knows what to say or how to convince Bonnie to slow down. His position is hypocritical, and Klaus is not the best example when it comes to a quest for power. Bonnie knows of his obsession with power, control, and much more consuming thing. Most of the time, she encompasses all of his consuming needs. A year and a half together, he no longer has any secret to share.

Niklaus has told her everything that she needed to know about him and his intricate life, and he shared the darkest part of his past with the subconscious intention to push her away. Yet, she embraced all of him with a poised attitude. She is often more gentle than what he is accustomed to from the people, who he loves, and it is unsettling.

Although, she can turn him in ashes in a fit of rage. With Bonnie, Klaus knows to trade carefully, and it keeps his attention. Loyal to a fault, she has managed to silence his fear of abandonment. He does not need to walk around with a dagger ready to force her to stay. Bonnie does not leave because she does not wish so, and if she ever wanted to leave, he would be stupid to attempt to stop her. There is no longer that question, which haunted him for years.

Klaus did not plan for their relationship to be more than a moment when he intended to satisfy his curiosity. Bonnie Bennett is a sight of beauty, and he is an artist. Bonnie Bennett is a powerhouse, and he is a despot. The witch is a bleeding personification of innocence, and Klaus cannot resist the temptation to sully and corrupt purity.

Consequently, his superficial attraction to Bonnie was unavoidable. From the moment when she walked into that forest with her nose bleeding as power oozed from her, Klaus bowed to her. She was a divine side, and he was already on his knee. It was only an unexpected progression when she became his religion. Elijah did not have to pluck his heart out of his chest. If Bonnie had asked for his heart, Klaus would have laid it at her feet as Hades laid pomegranates at Persephone's bedside.

However, Klaus never wanted more than a transient infatuation. He expected to be her tryst partner for a few steamy nights when his wolf vigor would tame the witch. He wanted enough nights to drag her down of her altar of sanctity and nothing more. Ironically, she tamed him with a mere gentle touch. He ended up being her first sexual partner and desired to be the only one.

Accordingly, he had the awkward, timid, and bloody first time. Possessiveness soon followed, in less than two nights, he started to claim ownership of Bonnie Bennett, and she humbled him on the matter. Bonnie could be intoxicating, but Klaus never saw the virtue of a lucid mind. There is something so magical in the way, which she loves.

Bonnie is the center of fond memories, which he cherishes with all his undying heart. Two years later, the sex is hot and consuming. However, he is also deeply in love with her, and he can finally claim her as his without the risk to burn to ashes. Bonnie does not appreciate possessiveness.

When it comes to Bonnie Bennett, Klaus loves unconditionally. Consequently, he may be possessive, jealous, and too protective. Bonnie is not fond of any of those character traits, and their arguments continue to prove that point. Her practice of expression has started to become a problem, and Klaus has grown tired of her martyrdom. He intends to force her to leave Mystic Falls by the end of the school year.

Perhaps, they might move to New Orleans or anywhere far from her parasitic friends. He has grown tired of his farce as the foolish lover of Miss Forbes just because he wants to be in Bonnie's vicinity. Both girls are often attached by the hip, and Bonnie has the bad habit to be embarrassed by their affair. The hybrid does not blame the witch for her reluctance to acknowledge publicly that they are more than enemy, who eye fuck at every occasion, which they get to be in the same room. He can only imagine how her friend and their small mind will take the news. It is a burden to her, and their relationship is an accident on both side. It is a case of curiosity, which ended up having unforeseen consequences.

The young woman's motives from falling into Klaus' arms were not different from his. She needed her curiosity satisfied, and in a strange manner, she ended up tangled into a romance. Klaus is a stain on her saint cloth. Have they not argue nights and days about her choice to turn their relationship into a shameful affair? Bonnie is so proud, and she hardly flinches at his threats. He has left in the middle of nights of fury, and he has returned in mornings after a bright sun bestowed reason upon his mind. Klaus can't stay away from Bonnie. He knows how she thinks, and he knows of her hero and martyr complex. He knows every inch of her body. He knows the pace of her heart, and He knows her scent, which is why he can pinpoint that something is abnormal.

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Klaus runs his nose along her neck, and she stirs from her sleep. Half asleep, she opens her arm to welcome him. It is her subtle attempt at reconciliation. Hours prior, they had an intense argument about her new quest to help the Gilbert girl regain her humanity. Although it may help his project, Klaus would never risk Bonnie's life. A quest for a vampirism cure only rings the alarm for the hybrid. He is not as gullible as she is on the matter, and Klaus can foresee the complications.

"Hmmm." She moans half-conscious when his nose starts to explore her body, and he kisses her neck to greet her.

Instinctively, Bonnie's hand befalls on his curls, and she tugs on his golden curls. Klaus places another kiss on her breastbone, and he pursues his exploration. Klaus' nose stills on her stomach right below her umbilicus, and Bonnie groans with impatience. She loves their reconciliation sex and they have a lot of those because an argument is never far when you date a sworn enemy. However, the last thing on Klaus mind is sex.

He finds the source of her new scent, and there is a weak heartbeat to accompany it. Now, he faces the consequence of their sexual habits. The beat is weak, and yet, it has already started to influence the beat of Bonnie's heart. The scent is so potent, and it is a disproportionate mix of their scents. Bonnie almost smells as if they recently had sex, but his finer nose knows the difference. She is with child, and it happens to his child.

Klaus needs to breathe, though, in a thousand years, he never had any use for air. He freezes unable to process his discovery, and Klaus' blood runs cold. He is the only man, who she had known in the biblical sense of the term, and there is nothing to question aside from what to do next. Fortunately, she no longer entertains the Gilbert boy. Although, murder may presently appease his agitated.

He refuses to imagine a pregnant Bonnie amidst this chaos, and all his enemies, which will be coming back to his life for the occasion. He cannot start to imagine what type of creature will be the product of their union. He assumes something beautiful because for Klaus nothing else can be associated with Bonnie.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in her ear while he settles in the middle of her welcoming embrace.

He kisses her forehead, and her lips brush his neck. Klaus no longer remembers what he apologizes for, but he might as well start somewhere. Indeed, he does not know what is appropriate for the moment. Although in his mind, an apology appeared to be a good place to start. I'm sorry for being more fertile than the rest of my kind will not ring as good as his mind may allow Klaus to believe. Therefore, he has the decency to remain silent. The news must be revealed at the appropriate time and not three hours after an argument.

He continues to draw deep breathes, and the human reflexes, which he lost during his immortal journey, resurface to help him cope with a very human moment.

"I'm guilty as well, but you must understand that I need to help my friend. I thought you wanted to continue your little hybrid army, and so a human Elena will benefit you." Bonnie runs her fingers in his curl, and she does not need to look down to know that there is a scolding frown on his face.

In a year, she had learned his language. She knows the meaning behind the silence, and she understands the warning behind a smile. When he allows a sigh to leave his lips, it is always a sign of dissatisfaction. They had multiple variations of this conversation. She refuses to believe his claim that he is content with her, and so he no longer needs an army.

Although, Klaus expression is one of terror. Her oath to her parasitic friends is the last thing that he wants to hear about, and he does not want her to equate their relationship to one where she is required to risk her life to please him. Bonnie is loyal to a fault, and he does not allow himself to exploit that trait of her character. He knows of his rampant darkness, and there must be boundaries. He should not have the ability to remodel her.

"What would he takes for you to renounce to that folly of saving the Petrova doppelganger from situations, which she provokes. Will you ever allow those idiots to deal with the consequences of their actions? What does it take to stop you before it is too late?" Klaus asks with exasperation.

He attempts to move out of her embrace, but with a simple caress of her fingers, Bonnie subdues his anger. She continues to move her fingers through his golden curls, and she massages his scalp in the way, which forces moans out of Klaus' mouth.

"Not tonight. I don't want to argue." Bonnie frames Klaus' face with her soft hands, and he would not dare to refuse her a request when she looks at him with such candor and tenderness. Her knuckles brush his cheeks, and her lips cover his lips. She puts a soft pressure on his bottom lip, and she is deliberately slow in her ministrations. Klaus' hands disappear into her hair when he deepens the kiss, and He accepts her peace offering. They continue to kiss at a slow pace until Bonnie's lungs require air.

"The last days, we haven't done anything else." She continues with a teasing pout, and her fingers explore his chiseled chest. She rests her other hand on his waistband to give him an indication of the other thing, which she will rather do.

"You don't support my life choices, and I'm not a fan of yours. It never was an issue before nor did it stop us from being happy with each other. You had Tyler attack Caroline, and we survived that rough patch." Bonnie points out, and she kisses him another time.

"Never before we had to worry about one us ending into a grave. You don't want to admit it, but you know the price of what you want to attempt." Klaus decides to destroy her attempts to seduction.

Perhaps, his discovery of her condition makes him less inclined to sweep everything under a proverbial rug. There is a need to speak and the obligation to protect her from everything and everyone. Sadly, she is the biggest threat to herself, and people to whom she offers her loyalties will be her ruin. For a second, he considers telling her the truth. Maybe he could turn the pregnancy as a mean to coercion. The hybrid old impulses resurface. Until today, he never felt the need to manipulate her.

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"Someone has to help Elena," Bonnie replies, and she moves her hand away from the waistband of his pajamas. From the way she bites her lips and crosses her arms, Klaus knows that an argument is brewing.

"Allow someone else to do so. Is it a crime that I don't want to lose you?" Klaus shows part of the vulnerability, which allowed him to conquer her heart.

Bonnie uncrosses her arm, and she returns her hand to Klaus' cheek. Her thumb caresses his upper lips, and Bonnie inhales. She knows so many of his fear, and abandonment holds the first spot.

"I'm not leaving your side. I have failed every time I tried, and I always return to you like a lovesick puppy after reading one of those stupid letters." She assures him and her lips replace her thumbs.

Klaus welcomes the caress of her tongue, and he drags her body on top of his. His hands are firmly pressed on her bottom while his tongue explores her mouth with devotion.

"How stupid can my letters be if they are the reason why you're mine?" Klaus whispers against her lips when he allows her to breathe between their kisses.

"Dear Miss Bennett. The approach is a bit formal, but every attempt I made to approach you has been received with hostility. Therefore, I think nothing can be less threatening than a letter. You may have misinterpreted my intention. I mean you no harm, though I would not say the same for your friends. Aside from my threats and our murderous attempt on each other, I find you quite fascinating. Blah … blah, you're beautiful... Blah ...blah." Bonnie mocks him, though the first line is authentic.

His courting of her was atypical, and yet, she fell for it. She enjoys his out of fashion habit to write her letters to pursue her.

"I think you're poorly paraphrasing me, love," Klaus says with a mock hurt, and he squeezes her ass.

Bonnie indignantly gasps, and he offers an aloof grin. There is a lightness to the exchange, which they have missed. The last days strained their relationship. For how different they may be, arguments are uncommon in their relationship. Bonnie is way above Klaus' tantrum, and she usually eludes his provocation.

"As you know, I burned your three first letters. It was so weird you were trying to kill my friend, but you will send me explicit letters. A text would have had the same effect than a letter by the way." Bonnie counters as her thoughts drift back to the previous years when he decided to pursue her.

The first letter arrived two weeks before Ester's ball and the debacle with Abby. It felt so strange to read words from Klaus, and she did not read past the first line. The second and third letter, she read them until he started to point out how their attempt to kill each other could be considered vigorous foreplays.

"But you kept the fourth one, and texted me a thank you." Unfazed by her statement, Klaus proudly replies.

His fourth letter was an apology in regards to Abby's fate. The words became a balm to her wounded hurt, and that letter made her look at Klaus under a new light. She received his fifth letter with excitement. At the seventh letter, she requested that he used modern ways of communication. Although, he took it as an invitation to appear at her door.

"You excel at apology letters, and I must admit it. I miss receiving those letters. All it took was a yes, I will join you for dinner, and I was no longer worth the effort." Bonnie whines.

Klaus chuckles and he erases the pout on her lips with a quick peck. He holds her thighs and moves them so he can settle between her legs.

"Aren't you a greedy one? You have a box full of apology letters, and I will probably write more because I have the habit to drag you along the edge of insanity." Klaus uses his forefinger to point out at a random cupboard in his room, which must contain the said-letters. She may have burned the first three, but from the fourth letters, she has dedicatedly collected each of them.

"As for anything else, what is the use for letters when I finally have the opportunity to voice my fascination and my unadulterated love? What I can't say, my touches should prove it." He punctuated his statement with a passionate kiss, which steals the air from her inflamed lungs. His fingers tease the aim of her baby doll and brush the bare skin under the satin negligee.

"However, rest assured my love. I promise that from the moment when I will no longer be able to tell you how much I'm irremediably in love with you, I will write more letters. I will send them to you with the hope that you read them." Klaus says while his finger pulls on the straps of her negligee, and he continues to reveal more of her smooth skin.

"Is it a pity that I will never receive a letter again?" She sighs and helps his exploration of her body by pushing the top of her negligee down.

Klaus' hand recovers her breast, and he rejoices in the contact. His mouth assaults her neck with opened-mouth kisses. He sucks and kisses her sweet flesh until she becomes a panting mess.

"I might do something unredeemable one day." He confesses while he attempts to foresee the consequences of her unexpected pregnancy.

"Yet, I forgave you worse." Bonnie counters while she intertwines their fingers and brings their joined hand to her mouth.

"Blinded loyalty and love are your flaws, my little witch." Klaus continues to disrobe Bonnie, and his mouth covers her erected nipple.

It is a strange habit, but they have mastered the art of having deeper conversations during their sensual moments. It is easier to bare their soul when the body is equally naked.

"Pot calling the kettle black," Bonnie replies.

She is not completely above harming him, and how many time did she side with her friends against him. She has done her fair share of violence against him, and it never broke them. They were moments when he verbally told her how he wished he hated her, and there are days when he hated her. However, his love is unconditional. She learned to tolerate the areas of grey for him, and he learned forgiveness for her sake.

"Indeed, I irrationally love you" He confirms, and he switches their position on the bed.

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Now, his body is on top of hers. His mouth delicately explores her collarbone. Bonnie's breathing is heavy, and at each stroke of his tongue on her heated skin, she loses part of her sanity.

"It is only fair that I blindly love you." She replies.

"And so don't let me lose you to anything or anyone." Klaus kisses her forehead with tenderness.

"I will try to remain yours forever mind and body. It almost sounds like a wedding vow." Bonnie laughs until she notices his serious expression.

"It is quite a poor proposal, but now, that I know your answer." Klaus stills on top of her, and she watches him leave the bed.

In a second, he is on his knee. The hybrid removes his sun ring, and he asks her to shrink it. Bonnie closes her eyes, and her magic engulfs the room. He looks at her in the awe because he loves how her entire demeanor changes when she uses her power.

"Are you being serious?" She questions while she drops the ring back onto his waiting palms.

"Have I ever love anyone the way I love you? Therefore, Bonnie Bennett will you make an honest man of me? Will you give me the honor to take my name and become my wife?" Klaus does not wait for her verbal answer, and he pushes the ring on her finger. He excitedly kisses her, and Bonnie giggles between the passionate kisses that they share.

"Your name? I don't know about it. It is a family tradition to conserve our name, but I will love to be Bonnie Sheila Mikealson-Bennett." When his lips leave hers, she can finally answer his question.

"I could have a priest for tonight." Once again, Klaus jumps out of the bed, and Bonnie watches as excitation consumes him.

A soft smile sits on her lips, and she has never seen him so happy.

"Hold on the carriage, you're acting like an eighteen-century man trying to cover his shameful affair, which resulted in a pregnancy." She teases, and she extends her hand for him to take so she can drag him back to their bed.

Although, she is pregnant. Klaus' demand was spontaneous and motivated by an epiphany. He would never be able to survive an eternity without her.

"Have you been going through my old novel collection again?" Klaus asks while he takes her hand.

Bonnie smiles and she pulls him back to her. She rests her head on his chest, and she throws her leg over his narrow waist.

"They're addictive, and the European scandals of that time are so entertaining..." She offers as an excuse, and Klaus cocks an eyebrow.

Although, he finds it endearing how she can be passionate about anything. They have the most random conversation, and after a thousand years, she finds ways to steer his passion for topics, which no longer matter for someone who has his relationship with time.

"Were you not throwing judgment about my taste for that sort of popular literature a week ago?" He accuses Bonnie, and she rolls her eyes.

"I see the error of my ways. I was wrong for thinking that Nietzsche and Kant were books, which you read to entertain yourself." She says with a teasing undertone to her voice.

"Are you calling me a snob, love?" There is a false hurt oozing from his voice while his hands settle back on her hips.

"I would not dare insult my future husband," Bonnie replies with a false contrite tone, and she leans to take his lips between hers

"Such an obedient wife," Klaus whispers against the crook of her neck, while he removes her nightgown.

The day, which follows he convinces her to have an impromptu wedding with no one but a priest. She does not remember seeing him that happy, and he is beautiful when a bright grin digs dimples on his beautiful visage. Sadly, the days that follow their wedding are filled with chaos, and the memory of Klaus' warm grin disappears with the rest of their relationship.


Hope takes a deep breath, and she stores Klaus' letter. She pushes them into her satchel, and she wears his necklace. She leaves the Mikealson's manor, and she returns to the school. Hope made up her mind, and no one will stop her. The adolescent starts to pack her bag, and she carefully places the letters.

She knows what and who she needs to help with the resurrection of her father. She has to find the Bennett witch, and she has the letters to convince her to help her father.

Hope marches up to Caroline, and once in front of the blonde woman, she asks a single question.

"Where can I find Bonnie Sheila Bennett?" Her confidence unsettles Caroline.

Perhaps, it is her question. Bonnie Bennett is a name, which the blonde vampire had not heard in almost a decade. After Bonnie's departure to Africa, their friendship was no longer the same. Caroline mourned and grieved her late husband, and the Bennett witch walked away from a world, which continuously took from her. Therefore, Caroline hesitates to answer, and the tribrid becomes hopeful. Although, the vampire immediately crushes the teenager's hope.

"Is this a new attempt to bring your father back? Lizzie told me that you have been working on something. "Caroline starts with a no-nonsense tone, but she remembers that Hope is a grieving child under her care. Consequently, she softens her voice. "Look, I understand that you miss your father, but I knew Klaus ..." Hope interrupts the lesson, which will follow Caroline's testimony about how much she knew Klaus.

"He will want you to be happy and move on with your life. I know how hard it is to lose the only parent, who you have left. It hurts, but I'm here to help. Is it what you want to say, Caroline?" Furiously the adolescent disgorges the same statement, which she has heard a hundred time from Caroline's mouth.

Why does she not receive the help, which she needs? Hope does not want help to move on, but she needs help to make everything right. Always and forever, her father would say. Her father would not give up on his first failure. For how much Caroline claims to know Klaus, her tutor has forgotten her father's character. Hope does not need mere platitudes nor does she need consoling words.

What does Caroline know of her pain? What does she know about her father? Does she know that his love for her was not real? Does she know that man, who wrote the letters to Bonnie? It is hard to move on from that man. Perhaps, only Bonnie and Hope have known the true Klaus. If someone may be willing to help her save her father, Bonnie Bennett is the right person.

"Hope, I'm not against you. However, you father requested something from me. He requested that I watch over you, and it is my duty to do so even when you see me as the villain." Caroline softly says as she attempts to soothe the adolescent.

Much like her father, Hope has a fiery character, but she has moments of softness, which can only be attributed to her mother. Even in her anger, she can be reasoned with, though she can be stubborn about things. When Caroline proceeds with another well-known line of her monologue, the tribrid rolls her eyes. She deeply inhales, and she thinks about the question, which she needs Caroline to answer.

"Caroline, I have no use for the rest of your monologue. I need an answer to my question about Bonnie Bennett. Aunt Freya told me that she was your best friend. Where can I find Bonnie Bennett?" The teenager presses before she loses her thin patience.

There is a moment of hesitation when Caroline blushes as if she remembers. The words falter on the blonde woman's tongue, and there is a bit of shame. Hope does not have to hear the answer. The answer is all over Caroline's face.

The tribrid sighs with exasperation and she regrets wasting her precious time. Hope stands from the spot, which she took a few seconds ago.

"You don't know." Hope notices, and she does not want to know the reason why Caroline Forbes does not know where to find her so-called best friend. There is so much about Bonnie's life, which she already ignores. Perhaps, she came to the wrong person to seek for an answer about Bonnie. As much as Bonnie knows her dad, it is only logical that her dad may know where to find her.

Hope is reluctant to dig into her father's letters. She has seen enough to pity his loss, and she has read enough to become curious about the couple's lost past. The pair's relationship is complex, and it is a tragedy, which she is afraid to explore. She does not want to experience her father's pain nor does she want to desacralize his love for Bonnie. Those letters should be in her possession.

Diving into their intimacy is almost painful. Now, she knows that her father had everything he wished for, and he lost it because he loved Bonnie more than his happiness. Not seeing any reason to entertain Caroline anymore, Hope walks toward the exit.

"If it can help the last I heard of Bonnie, she was in Africa." Caroline finds herself offering, and she does not know what to add.

Hope does not replies and she softly locks the door.

Her father office continues to carry the same impressiveness, and she almost wishes to see him sketch away. Although, she has become scared to touch certain objects. His boudoir was not only his sanctuary, but it was the place, where he allowed himself to remember his love. There are paintings, which finally take the right meaning for Hope. Bonnie Bennett is everywhere in the room, and her presence is not oppressive. It is strange, but through his letters, her father painted the portrait of a woman, which is only deserving of love. There is a reason why Hope does not want to read the letters. She does not want to find a kindred spirit in the ghost of a lover, which haunted her father's life.

Hope rushes toward the same cupboard where she found the letter, and she looks through the photographs. There are several pictures, and she can't create a period. Her eyes stop on a picture, which time has abused and almost destroyed. Maybe her father hands have too often handled it. His words and his last speech echo in her mind.

It is a father duty to die for his child. He had spoken about what she taught him. Unconditional love, but from the angle, which he took this picture, Klaus already learned unconditional love. The picture is a small portrait of an asleep Bonnie, and she holds on Klaus' arm. Bonnie's hair covers his tuxedo, and Klaus' fingers have disappeared in the young woman's locks. His smile is of beauty, and Hope becomes envious. It is a grin, which she wished to have experienced. It is a wedding picture, which has become sepia, and the corners have disappeared. Hope can feel the tingles in her eyes, and she wipes the tears before they fall.

The tribrid drags the cupboard out, and she continues to search into years of a secret life. There are more couple's pictures, and she cannot imagine her father in such mundane settings. Eventually, Hope finds what she sought. There are in the corner of the cupboard. Klaus had someone watching Bonnie just like Hope expected. She appears a bit older on the pictures, and she is as beautiful as the paintings, which are Klaus' odes to her.

It is a decade of life, and Hope does not know which the newest additions to the collection are. Caroline may be right about her location. The teenager's heart constricts. She turns every picture to see them from different angles, and she takes pictures of the photographs with the intent to do a reverse search. Hope may not be able to roam an entire continent, but she will allow nothing to stop her. Luckily, she may not have to go to those extremes. Luck has been a constant companion on her journey, and her attention to detail draws her eyes on unmissable point. Hope grabs her car key, and it is time to leave Mystic Falls.


In a year, the Mikealson witch has not been in the French Quarter, and she is not at ease in a place, which her father used to rule. Memories assault her, and Hope wants to run away from the pain and guilt. Hope inhales, and she attempts to focus on what she must do. She knew that he would be waiting for her, and Caroline has the inclination to call all her living relatives.

"Is it my favorite baby sister?" Marcel says while he opens his arms to welcome her.

Exhausted and happy to see her brother, Hope runs in his arms. Perhaps, he is the only one, who took the same time to recover from her father's death. Their father, she corrects herself.

"You don't have another sister, Marcel," She replies and stays in his arms longer.

She needs the support from another person, who understands her lost. Although, the memories terrify her. The memories, which the quarter would make resurface, are not the happiest. She does not have a choice, and Marcel has the answers, which Hope needs.

"One is enough trouble, and I have my hands full with that rebellious sister." He replies with a playful tone, though he wears a serious expression.

"You have not seen me in a year." Hope apologetically says, and she buys herself sometimes.

The adolescent does not know which stance Marcel may take. Will he be helpful out of hope that she would cease her obsession like her aunt Freya? Will he be against helping her like Caroline? The concerned expression on Hope's visage forces Marcel to break the silence, which started to settle between the Mikealson siblings.

"Caroline called." He jumps to the essential and foregoes the preambles.

He offers a compassionate look, and Hope relaxes. Marcel leads her inside the colonial plantation, and she timidly sits in the corner of a couch. She is afraid to disrupt the history, which continues to exist in this house. She is doubtful of what she wants to say on the matter of Caroline and her maternal inadequacies.

"She does not understand, and she did not love him like we did." Hope ultimately says what she knows to be the truth.

"You know that I did not find anything, and I'm sorry for that." Marcel offers, and he waits for his sister's fury.

"You were not looking for ways to help dad, and I know it. You were doing what he asked you to do." Hope replies with a softness, which surprises Marcel.

The young woman digs inside her bag, and she produces a picture of Bonnie. She places it in Marcel's hand, and the vampire does not pretend to ignore who the woman on the picture is.

"He needs someone to watch after his girls, and I could not say no to a dying man." The confession easily comes out, and he looks at the sunlight ring on the picture.

His little sister could always spot the detail. Obviously, she recognized his sunlight ring, and so she identified the photographer.

"Did you tell him? I accused him of not loving me and threw a tantrum, but he had the right words to convince me. Did he use the same words to appease you? The love of a father, how unconditional it can be. Did he just tell you always and forever? After Uncle Elijah, he trusted you the most. If he held anyone dear, that person would be under your protection. Dad loved a few people, and he unconditionally loved two people. You watched after me when he could not do it. Are you watching after her?" Hope decides to move forward with the reason for her visit.

"You know how it was between us, and I thought it would be temporary…" Marcel attempts to avoid the topic, which his sister wants to explore.

"Marcel, I need to know. What If she can bring him back." Hope does not back down, and Marcel sighs.

"Hope, it is not that easy." The vampire says as he stands to leave the couch.

"It's our duty to try our best to bring him, and she can help." Much like her father, Hope can use family's duty as a mean of coercion.

Duty always drove Marcel, and his issues with his progenitor never stopped him from doing his part as a Mikealson when he was needed. The vampire looks at his sister, and he sees how she is her parents' child. She is stubborn, and she would not abandon until she saves the day. History may even repeat itself.

"What happens if she does not want to help? I thought about it too, and she may not be the right person." Marcel attempts to discourage his sister's hopes.

However, nothing can take away Hope's faith. She knows Bonnie would help. The woman, which his father described, would go to the end of the world for her loved one, and she loved her father better than anyone ever did.

"She loved him, and it does not matter that he took that love away from her." Hope confidently replies.

"This does not disappear because she can't remember." she insists, and she puts the wedding picture in front of Marcel eyes.

He must be able to see what she sees. This type of love cannot be forever hurried. If she has to help it resurface, she would.

"She deserves to have him back as much as we do. Please, Marcel." ultimately, she plays on a weakness of her brother.

"I don't want you to have false hope, and it is not as simple as what you think…" Marcel adds without real conviction.

She is slowly rallying him to her causes.

"Marcel, I have nothing else to hold on. They are all moving on, and what about we, who have unconditionally loved him. If Bonnie does not want to help, I want her to have these letters." Hope says with desperation coating her words.

"You're a stubborn one, and I was never one to refuse anything. He must have left the letters because he wanted you to find her and take this one to her." Marcel finally agrees, and Hope jumps in his arms.

He pulls a letter out of his pocket, and Hope recognizes her father's perfect handwriting. As the thousand other, it is a letter addressed to Bonnie. The seal is broken, and she assumes that Marcel read it.

"She might not do it for him, but you might convince her to help you." He places the letter in her hand.

"What is it?" Hope asks with the same curiosity, which made her read a hundred letters out of thousands.

"The last request that he made, and I felt that it was not my place to deliver it. I thought that he would be back, and he will give it to her. You might need it to convince her, but allows her to be the only one to know what he wanted to tell her." Marcel squeezes her hand around the letter, and Hope looks at the open envelope.

"But you read it." She points out, and Marcel's answer is a deprecating smile.

"I shouldn't have." He sincerely replies, though what he read in that letter stopped him from delivering it.

However, he remembers every word, which Klaus wrote for Bonnie.

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Dear Bonnie Sheila M Bennett.

My fiery witch, I have not written an apology letter in the year we have shared our lives. I may be out of practice, and I will not be able to provide adequate apologies for my actions. I know your fondness for my written apologies, and so I owe it to you to try. Although, my letter is a confession. I can feel the consuming guilt growing, and you fashioned a conscience out of my cruel heart. When you read the last word of this letter, I will be unknown to you, and the man, which you love would be a vague memory. The love, which inhabits your eyes, will morph into hatred. I would have lost you.

However, you must know that I have come to this solution, not on my own volition. I have tried, but through my finger, you have slipped. Each day, you have become distant. I have started to worry for you and the child, which you know nothing of his existence. I intended to tell you, and the opportunity has not come.

Your mind and soul are his possession, though your body lies every night by my side. If only I heeded Kol's warning about Silas and expression, I could have prevented this predicament. The time for regrets has long passed, and the time for actions has come. For once, life has me cornered and weak. I have never been more powerless against the assault of fate.

My inability to help you drive me insane, and the little help, which I offer you reject it with a smile and words of concern for me.

My desire to imitate you renders my mind fragile. Emotions, I have to think with a bleeding heart. The days pass, and I have a choice, which I can't escape. Why must I choose between you or the child? You are in no state of mind to nurture a growing life, and my love you're in no state of mind to be brave. Yet, I know you, and bravery fills your bloodstream. With a mind and a life, which elude you, you will attempt to be brave.

Consequently, I must shoulder your burden. I must protect the only great thing that may have come out of us. Am I being a coward? Perhaps, I have never known how to be something else. I can't stop you, and you know I have tried.

During the nights, I have begged you in tears to stop before any harm befalls on you. During the days, I have threatened you of the worse. Later, I have tried to sway your heart and loyalty. I have reminded you of your vow forever mine, mind, and body. I irrationally assumed my love for you as a husband would be enough, but I weaken you. I face your tortured expression, and I hear you at night. You have been a wonderful spouse, and I'm not a child, who you must protect. My love, I have survived a thousand years on this earth. However, nothing can persuade you to forget your suicidal quest. My mistake was to covet a saint and to believe that I could taint your pietistic mind.

The part of your mind, which Silas does not consume and terrorize, is too delicate. You would not be able to take another burden. I may not be able to save you from yourself, but I will attempt to protect you from avoidable regrets. As for our child, I have come to a decision, which you will hate. However, you need protection from yourself and Silas. When thoughts of the child well-being consume my mind, I offer you very little protection. I have seen my limits with this debacle, and I must seek external help. I heard of a coven of witches, and they might have the solution for our child. I don't know if you heard of the Gemini. A way to keep the child safe until we can deal with this urging matter. I don't want Silas to discover another of your weakness to exploit. After all his assault of my person, he has pushed you further from the edge. The coven says there is no pain to it, and it is safe for the child. I just need to find a recipient for the child, and I may have found the perfect woman. She is unknown to you and unattached to anything, which you may hold dear. She is strong enough to protect our child for the time. She is a wolf. The spell requires an enormous amount of magic, and how convenient that there are twelve witches, who are willing to kill you. Compelling them to do the spell was the easiest part of my plan.

From this point, I know you must feel betrayed, and I know that it must sound unrealistic that I will have to cheat on you to save our child. However, I don't assume there is another to make a woman believe that she is indeed carrying your seed.

If it is any consolation, watching the twelve witches harm you scarred my soul forever. Holding back Stefan when he attempted to help you, I could still be a monster, which you hated so much. Compelling Caroline to kill the witches at the perfect time, I have never felt more like a monster, which the world associates with me. I'm sorry, and I know you can feel the emptiness. However, you don't have to worry. I will take your pain, your anger, and any thoughts of me that he uses against you. For what it is worth on a paper sullied with tears, I love you.

Your husband, Niklaus Mikealson.

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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Marcel asks Hope, and the young woman offers a smile, which looks like a grimace.

"Someone needs to do something." The tribrid replies, and her hold on her father's letters tightens.

"She loved him…" She whispers as a reassuring mantra, and she stares at the old French quarter building.

It must be fate if Bonnie Bennett moved in New Orleans a year ago. Hope takes a deep breath, and she leaves Marcel's car. Her steps are not as confident as she wishes them to be. When she ultimately finds the courage to knock on the door with the engrave golden number, Hope's hand shakes. Her mouth is dry, and she may not be as prepared as she wants to face whoever is behind the wooden door. When the door finally opens, the adolescent almost feels the desire to run away, but a kind smile stops her.

"Can I help you?" The voice carries concern, and Hope has to remind herself to speak.

"Hi, Miss Bennett."