Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. I simply own this plot line and Freya.
The walk to the car was filled with silence, a first for the two since Alaric usually had something to say about his daughter giving lip to someone. Though usually the someone involved was of the undead. Bonnie standing up to a doppelganger wouldn't go unnoticed, Alaric knew. She had gained the alliance of the Salvtore brothers so they would obviously take the Gilbert girl's side. Bonnie had just put a bounty on her head and Alaric wasn't going to lie, he was worried.
"Stop worrying about it or you'll get wrinkles." Bonnie said as she leaned against the car as her father dug around for his keys. "She's not worth it."
"No she isn't," he agreed and pulled out his keys, unlocking the car. "But she's got the Salvatore family behind her."
Bonnie gave a snort. "That's because she's hopped into bed with them, but is pulling them along on the hopes that they'll fight for her and she'll just bathe in it. She's rather pathetic that way."
Alaric snickered. His daughter had never been very private about her former network of lovers. None of them ever went towards the sexual side, which Alaric was greatful for cause he wanted his girl to remain pure until she was ready. But she had a rather big heart and plenty of love to give and it did hurt her when she had to banish someone from her life or end things. He'd never forget her triad affair with Malachi Parker and his younger sister Liv during their stay in Oregon. Kai was head over heels in love with Bonnie, but his methods of wooing went from affectionate to disturbing.
First it had been chocolates and lilies, then dead bodies of suitors who fancied her started showing up on her doorstep. Bonnie had cut him off and ended her romantic affair with Liv for her own safety. He also knew she felt for Liv's twin brother as well, but she could keep it platonic since Luke fancied men.
"Expert on the subject huh?" teased the father.
Bonnie bristled but her frown turned into a smile. "I've had only one experience, Papa. It's not much to go on."
"But it worked out when it did."
Bonnie hummed. "We should get home."
"We should."
They got in the car, Alaric starting it up and heading home. Bonnie happened to turn back towards the school as her father was pulling out the parking lot, seeing a man in a suit awaiting Rebekah and another boy as they came out the school. Elijah Mikaelson was a handsome devil in a suit, that much she could admit.
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"A Bennett?" Elijah was curious as he stepped into the manor with his siblings. Rebekah had been going on about the girl's eyes and how she almost taste the magic beneath her skin. Kol seemed rather smitten by the girl already and all he had heard was her ripping into the doppelganger.
"Indeed, a Bennett. She's rather scrumptious looking too." Rebekah giggled.
"Don't eat her just yet, Bekah dear. I want to get a better observation of her." Kol said, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Her words had cut through the doppelganger cause Kol could smell the hurt and the sweet tang of anger. Those were the best emotions to heat the blood and god did it leave a craving for Kol. But what he really loved was passion.
Bonnie Bennett seemed to be a walking ball of passionate flame. It made his fangs throb as well as his entire being. He hadn't wanted a witch this badly since his time in New Orleans over a century ago.
He heard Rebekah's snort. "Control your urges Kol, I can smell your arousal."
"Don't breathe then."
"Children," the voice of their mother stopped Rebekah from going for her brother's neck. "Welcome home. How was school?"
"Interesting," the youngest two said in unison.
Ester frowned at that. Whenever they spoke in unison, they agreed upon something. Usually it was trying to put an end to the doppelganger. They already had Katerina chained up in their dungeon for torture sessions. Klaus mostly took pleasure in that. Finn and Elijah stayed away for different reasons. Finn because he was never truly a fan of killing or torture unless it suited him and he wanted to play in Katerina's torment. Elijah because hearing her scream reminded him of Tatia, the doppelganger used to bring about their immortality.
"What in the world has gotten you two all excited?" asked their mother. "I do hope you don't plan on messing up your father's plans."
"Nope," they chorused.
Ester turned to Elijah for an answer. "It would seem they're rather interested in a young spell caster who has joined their school." He answered.
Ester stilled. Another witch in town and a youngling too by the sounds of it if she was only a high school student. Ester was one of the very few witches who got to live in this town. The others only survived due to their hybrid status before each of their deaths some months prior. Ester would never forget the look of torment in Lily Salvatore's eyes as her adopted children all died at Mikael and Finn's hands. Though truthfully they deserved it. The Mikaelsons had suffered a lose as well.
Their eldest, Freya, was killed by a jealous Mary Lousie out of a misunderstanding. Niklaus had found her and for once, her husband had not blamed him for another one of their children's deaths. Henrik's death still left a scar on all of their hearts and for Freya to die, it killed them all again inside.
The Heretics, as well as their makeshift mother and newly adopted brother Kai and Lily's other childe Lorenzo, were all slaughtered by Mikael and his first son. Elijah wouldn't dirty his hands, no matter much he wanted to slaughter them all for taking another sibling from them, he and his younger brothers had been busy keeping the Salvatore brothers from intervening.
To this day, the pitiful fools believed they could kill them in retribution for the murder of their mother (who had abandoned them and took on not one, not two but five adopted sons and three adopted daughters while outright disowning her own blood). While Ester did have some mixed feelings, predominately guilt for her actions and feeling she had betrayed her own kind, she did not hate her children. She loved them, cherished them. Mikael was another story. He saw his own children, and even his step son whom he loathed more than the life's blood he consumed, as monsters. Freya had been the only pure thing in his eyes, aside from his wife. Once she was gone, there was nothing left for him.
His heart was stone and his view on witches were once again where he saw them as vile. He could hardly stand to look at his wife.
"A youngling," Ester breathed out.
"A Bennett witch," Kol said and she could practically see Puck dusting his eyes with love's potion. Her son fell in love rather quickly and dangerously. Something he and Niklaus had in common. But whole Niklaus wooed though gifts, Kol was a man of actions. He was also honorable and when he loved, he put his whole being into it.
Some times it made the killings of the women who used him so much more violent.
Ester stilled.
A Bennett witchling.
If Mikael found out. She stilled herself and looked at her three children. "Listen to me," she said, the authority in her voice letting them know it was serious. They listened to their mother as she continued, "Do no let your father know of this girl. Nor your brothers. She is young and needs to learn."
"If father knows of her," Rebekah began.
"He will burn her." Kol said.
"What do you want us to do?" Elijah asked.
"First," Ester said with certainly. "I want to meet her and her family if she has any. I want this girl to know she is protected."
"Why?" Rebekah asked.
"Because I feel her being here will cause a great change to this town, and I want to make sure it is a good one and not a horrible mistake." Ester said.
