A/N: You guys are awesome. Thank you for favoriting/following/reviewing (which I LOVED reading)/reading Mrs. Mikaelson. This is a bittersweet chapter for me. Sweet because this where it all starts for Bonnie and her adventure. Bitter because all the things I wanted on this chapter could not fit in chapter 3. There was only supposed be two parts to I Won't Do What You Tell Me, but now it has to be a part three (Thank you bluemagicrose for your advice and help). I was hoping for just two but oh well. Anywho, Chapter 3 and 4 are my favorites and I hope it will be yours too. I used a scene from The Originals season 2: Alive and Kicking episode (One of my favorite episodes) in this chapter. I plan on using certain scenes from the show on some chapters. Not much, just four key points to go with my plot and upcoming events. Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. Rights belongs to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and The CW Network. Special thanks to my creative beta sillygabby. You're too cool for words. I am the only one that read this chapter, so I am posting this with a good gut feeling. Excuse any misspelled words I missed.

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Chapter 3: I Won't Do What You Tell Me Pt. 2 (Sinnerman)

Stefan stared at Bonnie captured in her own thoughts. Though the witch looked calm, he knew she wasn't. He had noticed that his friend has been getting a lot more stressed lately. Though the occasion supposed to bring unity within their home and the supernatural community, it was also a lot weight on the Bennett-Mikaelson witch. Stefan took the time to look at her, really look at her. He could see a bit of dark lines under her eyes and her cheeks a bit sunken. Her body was relaxed but he could still see the tensed muscles around her shoulders and face. The Ripper also noticed since their debate about Marcel that the little witch has become tired, more tired than usual. This was not good. Klaus was going to kill them.

Not able to stare at Bonnie fatigue form any longer, his mind went back to the time he met Marcel and Davina. It was true he and Kol had fun that night, but underneath the playfulness, Stefan was bothered. He remembered the night differently than Bonnie did. He didn't know Marcel well. The brothers rarely talked about him then, but when they did, there was always tension and an unspoken taboo on the name Marcellus.

They became different and become their uglier selves uprooting old memories of the young Vampire King, which led them to other bad memories of jealousy and spite. Stefan remembered the first time his brothers told him about Marcel and their intertwined past with him. He already hated him for his brothers' sakes, but he hated him more for being the reason for his brothers to become each other's adversaries. In the Ripper's eyes, Marcel was the one to blame for breaking up his family and it all started when he decided to pursue their witch.

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Bonnie stared wide eyed at the scene in front of her. The only word that could sum up this situation was catastrophic. Other words came to mind but catastrophic fitted like a glove. She had Davina, the powerful teenage witch who she was supposed to teach control with the Vampire King and his goons on one side. Then on the other, she had the Originals and the Ripper. Why did everything that could go wrong always go wrong and why did it always happen at her job of all places?

"Klaus?" Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Well it is a bar, love." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly still holding a frown on his face. "My brothers and I decided we wanted to have a drink."

Bonnie's nervousness from before dissipated into sheer annoyance. "I'm sure a thousand year old vampire would have his own supply of alcohol." She said smartly.

Sitting a few seats down from the vampire party was Lucy choking on her ginger ale surprised at her cousin's boldness. "Are you crazy?" Lucy hissed towards her cousin but no one paid the other Bennett witch any mind.

Klaus raised his brow shocked at the little witch's words. Elijah looked between Kol and Stefan with a worried face, but the Terrible Twins didn't share his sentiment. They liked the fact they didn't have to hide who they were. It came easier that way. Elijah shared a different opinion. He didn't want to scare the little witch and knowing who they were so soon would have scared her if they would have told her outright as they planned. It would ruin the chances the witch ever being on their side. The best way was to play it by ear.

Of course, Klaus didn't mind it at all. Like Kol and Stefan, the hybrid wanted Bonnie to know who they were without delay. The faster Bonnie knew about them the better. He had no shame of his past and it bothered him that Elijah wanted to wait a month to see Bonnie again. The topic of the witch have been going on since they last met Bonnie at the bar. One side wanted to see her while the other, which was only Elijah, wanted to wait. They ended up waiting.

"I see you have been informed about us." The Original Hybrid said with a grin but underneath was pure frustration that someone yapped about them before they had a chance to.

"Thoroughly informed." Bonnie folded her arms tightly against her chest narrowing her eyes at Klaus.

The hybrid noticed the other witch looking at Bonnie with a bit of pride and fear. So she was the informer. He chuckled forgetting his anger for a moment. I'll deal with her another time, the hybrid thought snidely.

"So whatever you thought you could try to use me for isn't going to happen." The witch said with resolve and confidence.

The brass and cavalier of the witch's words frustrated Klaus and amused him at the same time. "Such a haughty little witch you are." He said half teasingly. Bonnie didn't reply but jutted her crooked chin remaining unfazed at the hybrid words. Klaus didn't know if he wanted to choke the life out of her or kiss her pouty lips.

"Are you scared of us now, darling?" Kol stepped into the conversation irritated that Klaus was getting most of Bonnie's attention.

Bonnie snorted making Stefan smirk. The Bennett witch turned her attention back to Klaus. "Why are you and your company really here, Klaus?"

"We're company now?" Stefan asked Kol over Bonnie's head.

"I guess we are since she knows about our sinful ways. Harsh." Kol shook his head in mock disappointment.

Ignoring the simpletons, Klaus answered Bonnie's question. "I told you, love. My brothers and I decided we wanted to go out for a drink." Bonnie stared at him still not believing the words coming out his mouth, which was rightfully just. "And maybe just a little bit of roguery on our parts."

Behind him, Kol was smirking towards Stefan with a glint of mischief in their eyes. Bonnie did not miss the look they shared. The witch had a bad feeling and she felt that she was going to be in the middle of it. Klaus stared at Bonnie seeing she was catching up. Pride swelled inside him that his witch was so insightful. She would do wonders by his side . . . and under him.

For a month, the brothers had been congregating in the Original's old home that used to be the Governors in the 1800's. Since Marcel had occupied their former accommodations at the compound, it was where the four had to stay until they push the little king out. To do that, they would need Bonnie. They knew it would be a challenge because the witch was spirited and luckily, the brothers liked the spark within the tiny woman.

There was a chance to bring her on their side; well, at least it was until a certain vampire snagged her first. Tonight wasn't out of coincidence. The brothers knew about the meeting Marcel had with Bonnie. At first, Klaus was angered and indeed, he still was but he wouldn't be who he was and lived so long without having contingency plans to get what he wanted.

A Week Ago . . .

"Nik, won't you play chess with me?" Kol whined checkmating himself in a game of chess.

Klaus was stood by the window painting. For the past week, he found himself going to his study to paint than he usually does. He stood back staring at the different color of blues blended in within one another in a strategic design. "Can't you see I'm busy at the moment?" He made another swipe against the canvas with cobalt blue paint against the violet.

"I understand you get enjoyment playing with you art kit," The hybrid stop in mid-stroke irritated by his brother's insensitivity towards his craft. "But shouldn't you be doing something that broadens your intellect and enhance your patience."

"My mental faculties are quite fine, brother. Even if they weren't, they certainly surpass yours." Klaus said with a little smirk making the younger Original peeved. "And I for one think my patience is well enough off, thank you."

"Lies." A voice called out.

"Stefan." Klaus greeted without stopping his strokes with his brush. "How was your training?"

Stefan sat across Kol rearranging the white chess pieces back to start, which made his brother happy that he finally had someone to play with. "It was alright." Elijah chose that moment to enter. "Though Dapper Dan here tried to kill me, it was alright."

"Haven't I illustrated in the past that I do not like you calling me that dreadful name?" Elijah said pouring himself a glass of scotch.

"I thought it fit you well." Kol chimed in moving his first chess piece on the board.

"Yes, but no one was asking you were they?" Elijah took a sip of his amber beverage then turned around to face his brother. "As for Stefano's training," Stefan groaned hearing Kol snickered hearing his full name but Elijah ignored it. "He has gotten better, but he needs to be more focus. Numerous times, I have found him elsewhere than in his lessons. His motivation is deficient at the moment."

"Is that so, brother?" Klaus turned to face Stefan.

The Ripper rolled his eyes. He always felt like a child scolded by his parents when Elijah and Klaus converse about his lack of tact when training. It was unnecessary and enormously aggravating. "I was focused. You're just a hard ass that's never satisfied." The elder Original only shrugged because it was fairly true "Why do I have to keep training anyway? We have been doing this for decades." Stefan moved his pawn.

"Because Stefan, you are a liability." Klaus put down his paintbrush to grab his palette and tube of purple acrylic paint. "Unlike you Stefan, we can fare in extreme situations because we have a thousand of year's worth of experience over you." He squeezed a dab of purple paint and blended in with the bright blue with his palette knife. "It is imperative that you don't become a hindrance to us. You, my dear little brother, need to learn to defend yourself against the odds that are against you."

"I understand that, but lately my training has become more excessive and frequent." Stefan stated moving another of his pieces.

"And rightfully so. You will need it when it is time to face our adversary and his followers."

"You mean Marcel?" Stefan questioned. Kol stiffened hearing the name but Stefan didn't pay it any mind.

"Correct." Elijah intervened. "He is much older than you are and so are some of his vampires. If we are to reclaim our home, we have to make sure you stay alive in the process, thus bringing us back to your excessively frequent preparations. You may be younger and weaker than they are, but having technique, being tactile, and having intellect always beats age and brawn. Knowing those three things will get you ahead." Elijah pointed at Stefan. "Heed our words and understand what we are trying to accomplish with you and you will survive." He took a sip of his scotch.

"I would hate to see you staked." Klaus stared off at his painting. "I was just beginning to like you."

Stefan ignored Klaus' dig and continued discussing the latter topic. "I get it, really I do. But does he really have to train me?" The youngest said pointing to Elijah who scoffs at his complaint.

"What's wrong with Elijah teaching you?" The hybrid asked as he made another slash against the canvas.

"You're seriously asking me that?"

Klaus smirked while Kol snickered. Elijah only leaned his frame against the threshold of the study staring squarely at Stefan who happily ignored the heated glare. There was a promise hidden within those brown orbs and Stefan was not looking forward to the devious ideas playing around in the elder Original's mind to make him suffer.

"Well I can't teach you." Klaus gave Stefan a cruel grin.

Stefan shivered seeing it. "Stop smiling like that."

"I cannot teach you because apparently I am too rough, whatever that means."

"You are too rough." Elijah tilted his glass back and forth. "You almost killed him last time."

"I was only blowing off steam." Klaus called to offense, but Elijah inwardly roll his eyes.

"Kol is no longer to teach you anything."

"Why not?" Kol asked flabbergasted forgetting to move his bishop when he turned fully to look at Elijah.

The Original sighed feeling an argument was about to happen. "You are too soft with him."

"I am not!" See?

"You are."

"Am not."

"You are. Niklaus," Elijah turned to his brother to back him up.

"It is true, Kol. You let Stefan slack off too much and you coddle him."

"I have never coddled him." Kol sneered feeling irritated how this conversation was going.

"He doesn't coddle me." Stefan backed his twin statement. He didn't like being portrayed as the little weakling that his older siblings have to take it easy on. He could hold his own in a fight. He might lose against his brothers, but he wasn't a wimp.

"You do and he does." Elijah looked at Kol then at Stefan. "He doesn't push you hard enough."

"In other words, he uses children gloves with you." Klaus stepped back to look at his painting. "It needs more white." He muttered to himself.

"This is ridiculous. I always put all my strength when dealing with Stefan."

"Okay," Klaus moved away from his painting to look at Kol. "Let's say you do for the sake of argument, but that doesn't concede the explanation why you don't discipline him."

"I discipline him." Kol couldn't believe what he was hearing. His elder brothers were making him seem like a pushover when he wasn't. He knew for fact he wasn't.

"Kol," Elijah pinched the bridge of his nose. "You might think you are, but you aren't. You are very easy going with Stefan and turn a blind eye on certain things. Instead of amending his wrong doings, you let him go about his way."

"And that behavior could lead our little brother to his early grave, all because you didn't want to teach him the right way. Don't you want him to live to celebrate his two hundredth birthday?" Kol clenched his jaw ready throw something, particularly at Klaus. Klaus sighed dramatically wanting to end the conversation. "Dealing with me, I'm too hard and rough. With you, you are too easy on him. Elijah is the moderate. He is a better choice to teach him."

"But –"

"That is the end of the discussion." Klaus cut Kol off leaving no room for him to speak. Kol stared at his brother menacingly, but kept quiet. He knew it wasn't any point in continuing the argument, but the young Original knew the conversation was far from over. "As Elijah was saying," he turned to Stefan. "You have many weak points, Stefan. We are only trying to give you advantage over your enemies whether they are older or younger than you."

"And we can't compel you to follow our instructions. We could but we wouldn't. We want you to learn and I would think you wouldn't want to be under our influence since what happened the last time." Elijah took another glass from the wet bar and poured another glass of scotch. "Speaking of being compelled," The eldest smirked hearing Stefan groan knowing what was about to happen. He took a little liquid vile from the cupboard and emptied the continents in the scotch. Elijah turned and held out the elixir. "It's time to drink your daily dose of vervain."

Stefan took the glass and drunk the beverage in one swallowed carefully not to let it drop on his tongue. He coughed feeling the burn inflaming in his throat. Once the cough subsided, he was somewhat comfortable. He could still feel the slight burn in his throat. He has been drinking vervain since he first joined the family in the late 1920's.

It was Rebekah who introduced him to the idea after Kol one night compelled Stefan to go on a Ripper binge with him and drained a whole church full of people in New York. Rebekah was furious when she found out the next day seeing Stefan drenched in blood. To stop Kol or any of her brothers' influence on him, she told him to drink vervain. From that day forward, it was a daily ritual, once in the morning and once at night.

Stefan placed his glass down rubbing his chest trying to ebb the burn away. "So what are we doing for Operation: Take Back thy Throne?" he asked watching Kol move his black piece.

"Marcel is aware we are in town. Kol took care of that when we first arrived."

Kol smiled evilly remembering killing twelve of Marcel's nightwalkers and making a bon fire out of them in the atrium of the French Quarter compound. "What fun that was. Can I do that again?"

"You wasn't supposed to do it the first time." Stefan pointed out.

"Don't be a downer, Stefan." Kol reprimand him. "So, when can I –"

"No." Both elder Originals said at the same time.

"What are you guys beef with Marcel other than the obvious?" Stefan asked moving his bishop. "Checkmate." Stefan grinned up at Kol but noticed the deep scowl on his brother's face. He turned to Elijah who was looking at Klaus who had stilled his hand from painting. Stefan could see the contorted emotions on his face. It was between anger and pride if that made sense. His eyes glossed over giving a faraway look to them as he was going back in time. "What's wrong?" Stefan asked worriedly breaking the deafening silence.

Elijah sighed looking towards Stefan. "Marcel was once a part of our family." Stefan nodded for him to continue. "He was Niklaus' first childe."

Stefan thick eyebrows went up to his hairline. He turned to Klaus who was still staring blankly at his painting. "What happened?"

"Rebekah happened." Kol sneered as he moved his chess piece.

"What about her?" Stefan questioned concern marring his face. He hasn't spoken to the blond vampire since 1931. What romantic relationship they had was brief but he did still care for her. He never knew what happened that night when he was out feeding. When he came back to the home they were staying in New York, Rebekah was packing. She didn't say why she was leaving, nor did the brothers. She only kissed him goodbye and left. "Did Marcel do something to her?"

"Never mind that." Elijah spoke before Kol had another slip of tongue. "Marcellus was a bastard child of the governor who was stationed in New Orleans when we first moved here. We were attending the governor's son funeral when he had a . . . accident." The mentioning the governor's son made Klaus crack a small smile but quickly fell as Elijah continued. "We were walking in his wake when we heard someone being whipped. It was a young Marcellus." Elijah recalled the fire in the boy when he threw an apple at the overseer. "Long story short, Niklaus took action and claimed the boy and he has been with us for a fortunate amount of time."

Klaus broke out of his stupor and continued painting. Memories of young Marcellus plagued him but he stubbornly pushed them aside. "I taught him everything he knew and he became quite the achiever in my absence it seems." He spoke bitterly. "When we left New Orleans over a century ago, we thought he was dead. Imagine my surprise when Elijah and I found out he was alive and had complete control over what we built." Not able to paint anymore he put his brush down. "He took what was ours and I want it back."

Stefan nodded but he knew there was more to the story. He turned back to his twin to see his eyebrows turned in and a frowning face staring down at his chess pieces. He turned to Elijah who was toying with something in his pocket, but couldn't imagine what it was. "What about you, Elijah?" Stefan asked breaking the Original from his thoughts and ceasing his movement with the object in his pocket. "Do you have your own vendetta with Marcel or is just taking back your home with Klaus?"

Elijah opened his mouth to speak but Klaus intercepted the conversation. "Oh Elijah and Marcel were quite chummy back in the day, isn't that right Elijah?" Klaus grinned cheerlessly.

"Niklaus," Elijah said with exasperation.

"The two were like two peas in a pod. He always used to monopolize Marcel's time with schooling." He said lightly but there was a hint of acrimony in his tone of voice.

Elijah squint his eyes looking towards Klaus. "I'm sorry, Niklaus. Would you rather him to remain uneducated under your care?"

The hybrid gritted his teeth hearing the obvious sarcasm in his voice. "You know what I mean. You purposely kept him from me."

"And it starts." Elijah muttered into his glass before taking another sip of his scotch. He needed more alcohol in his system if they were seriously going to have this conversation again.

Klaus turned his attention back to his canvas but speaking to Stefan. "As I was saying, in my monotony I had to have some sort of roguery in my daily life since Elijah took it upon himself to steal my ward." Elijah shook his head hearing Klaus speak such twaddle. "So I decided to un-dagger Kol."

"I'm still cross with you about that, Nik."

"You will learn to forgive me I'm sure." The hybrid continued painting.

Elijah decided to intervene before Klaus spout more of his melancholy drivel. "In those times we were trying to lay low from our father, Mikael." Stefan nodded his head understanding. He had his fair share in running with the family when their vengeful vampire father was too close for comfort. "Any disturbance of any high magnitude would have given him notice of our whereabouts, but they didn't seem to care." No one missed the vexation dripping from Elijah's lips.

"Oh 'Lijah, after all these years you are still sore after that one tiny wittle incident?" Kol asked mocking his brother, which made Klaus' lips curl with amusement remembering exactly what they did. Such fun they used to have.

"Forty-six," Elijah started. "An entire tenement building."

"And here he goes." Kol mumbled moving another of his pieces.

"Forty-six," The eldest said a bit more forceful. "Bodies drained."

"Nonsense," Kol shook his head looking up at Elijah. He then leaned over the chessboard towards Stefan. "It was at least sixty." He jested making Stefan chuckled but covered it with a cough when Elijah was glowering at him. "Ah," Kol tapped his head. "They neglected to check the attic."

Klaus snapped his finger parodying an epiphany. "Ah!"

"Why do people always run for the attic? I mean it makes no sense." He stared up at his older brother portraying innocence with his smile. It took great effort for Elijah not to rip it off.

"It was difficult enough trying to keep our presence in the city a secret without the two of you doing absolutely everything in your power to draw attention to us."

"I was surprised you had the time to concern yourself with us," Klaus spoke as he brushed a bit of aquamarine over the cool blues electrifying the calmness of his painting. "Giving the hours you spent doting on Marcellus." The hybrid couldn't help but to feel jealousy rise in him thinking about all the times Elijah stole his ward's time away from him. Though their ties severed soon after the tenement incident, it still sometimes bothered Klaus when he thought about it.

"And there you have it, the truth." Elijah walked up to Klaus making the hybrid turn fully to him. "That was what it was always about, was not? You envied my bond with Marcellus."

"Elijah." The warning rung clear as bell in his tone, but the elder Original showed no care for his caveat.

"Niklaus, you brought him into our home." He was now face to face with his brother. Stefan and Kol sat looking at the brothers stare each other down, but none backing away. They could feel the tension and intensity spooling from both of them.

After a moment, Elijah shook his head walking away from Klaus. "There were times when you and Kol would dine and make a massacre out of the city. I had thoughts of taking young Marcellus away from us."

For some reason that new knowledge didn't sit well with Klaus. His brother was going to take something that belonged to him and only him without his consent. His jaw ticked and eye twitched but he didn't make any movement towards his brother.

"I felt as though he was no longer safe. I couldn't allow him to remain." Elijah finished.

Klaus tossed his palette on the table having enough of his brother's treacherous words. "You would punish the boy because of Kol's antics, I assume put him in a box." Klaus pointed to Kol, which made the young Original beyond pissed.

"You would have chosen that little whelp over your own family?" Kol asked in outrage.

Klaus whirled around to Kol fury plain as day on his face. "That little whelp is our family."

Everyone was at a standstill letting Klaus' words settle in. He did not say was our family, but is our family as if the fact was still valid. Klaus replayed the words in his head and refused to take it back. His pride wouldn't let him do such a thing but deep down he was irritated with himself for his choice of word. Whether it was true or not, it should not been said.

Kol was beside himself. In spite of everything, after everything he done, the bastard child of a governor wasn't rebuked from his treachery. He had taken their sister away and turned her against them. He taken their home and everything they built and created in his image. After everything Marcel done, Klaus still defended him.

If anyone else would have betrayed him so viciously, he knew the Original Hybrid would have killed him or her without a second thought, but not the prodigal son. No one was allowed to touch or become too close with his Marcellus. He was the reason why Elijah had to break his ties with the little runt. It was because of Klaus' unneeded paranoia and envy. Even now, Niklaus was still unaware of Elijah's sacrifice to end his close relationship with the spawn, all to save the bastard son's humanity. It disgusted him.

Kol eyes narrowed at his brother with a puckered brow etched on his creased forehead, but soon it melted away with a laugh. The brothers knew this was not his normal laugh out of humor. This laugh was colder and crueler. Kol was remembering a certain occurrence between him and Marcel of his own. It was a night of great nights for a play on Hamlet in the colonies.

"You are right, Nik." Kol stood from his seat. "He is our family. It is a shame that it had to come to this. Father against son, bastard against bastard, it is all quite a shame really. In fact, I almost wish I had more time with him. Although," He walked to the wet bar ready to pour himself a drink. "There was a time when he and I had fun together."

Klaus and Elijah looked at each other then back to Kol. "There was one particular night when I introduced young Marcellus to Hamlet in the flesh." His voice was playful but yet off and it did not sit well with neither of the older brothers. Unlike Stefan who didn't know what Kol was talking about Elijah and Klaus knew and they were not too fond of the memory. "I thought you both would be pleased with my efforts."

Elijah stepped forward into Kol's space angered by his brother's spitefulness. Seeing this, Stefan stood from his chair ready to jump in if needed. "Is it ever any limit to your games and vile imaginations brother?"

Stefan watched Klaus taking a step easing up behind Kol. "Klaus . . ." Stefan stepped in as well but only to stop whatever damage was about to happen. "Uh, guys?" His voice was nothing but background noise to the three Originals.

Kol shrugged bashfully. "I thought I was doing a kindness. He had to become a vampire some time." He moved around Elijah walking aimlessly. "I fed him my blood and all you had to do was snuff him and voila, one of us." He turned back to Klaus' scowling face. "He would have been my childe, of course. Maybe under my rule he wouldn't have become a trader." Kol tapped his chin mockingly. "But you never were good at taking care of what was yours have you, Nik? Always letting them slip through your paws and into the ones you call brother and sister."

Klaus made a move forward but Elijah's voice halted his movement. "Niklaus, do not feed into his childish ways."

The trickster snickered malevolently then turned his attention back to Elijah who was pinching the bridge of his nose. "He would have been with us even now." He waited for Elijah to look at him to show his grimace. "I mean that's what you wanted," Kol said close to Elijah dangerously taunting the older Original's secret that no one knew except him*. "Wasn't it?"

Before Stefan could bat an eye, Elijah already had his hand around Kol's throat pushing him backwards to the wall, but Klaus halted their movement with his hand on Kol's back. "Let him go, Elijah."

Elijah made no movement to do so. Instead, his hand got tighter around Kol's neck. Stefan grabbed on to his brother's hand that was squeezing his other brother's throat trying to pull it away but had no avail. "'Lijah, let go."

Hearing Stefan's voice, the elder Original peeled his fingers off Kol's throat, but he remained standing where he was. Kol straightened himself out but kept his eyes on his older brother. Stefan stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. They were acting as though they were enemies, not siblings. This was the first time Stefan ever saw them against each other. Sure, they argued and fought, but this was different. This was an old wound that hasn't been healed for centuries and ripped open all because of one topic of discussion, Marcel.

The four brothers stood in silence not willing to move from their spots, even when they heard footsteps coming from the foyer towards the study. Walking into the study was one of Marcel's nightwalker and currently Klaus' informant. When Josh walked in the room with the brothers in a western standoff, he felt the tautness in waves over him.

"Uh . . . did I like come in a bad time or something?" Josh moved his weight on his other foot.

The brothers didn't answer until Stefan had enough of the brooding silence. "Or something." The Ripper spoke solemnly and sat back in his original seat.

As if a deep spell had been broken, the Original brothers disbanded. Kol return to his former seat across a wary Stefan and Elijah in the far corner of Klaus' study. Klaus remained in the middle of the room staring ahead at Josh. The deep frown imprinted on the Original Hybrid's face made the newborn uneasy.

"I c-can always come back you know and you guys can do whatever you guys been doing." Josh made a step back.

"If you leave out of this room without the information I need, you won't have to worry about coming back . . . permanently." Klaus threatened. His light mood was no longer present and his patience had reached its peak. Come to found out Kol was right about one thing, he did need to work on his patience. Klaus moved back to his easel and snatched the canvas off to replace it with a blank one. He grabbed a new palette and made mixtures of different shades of red. He found the calming blues gratingly annoying and unfit for his foul mood. "Speak."

"Oh! Yeah, right, the information." He laughed nervously. "Word around the vampire peanut gallery is Marcel's witch is losing control. There have been some weird occurrences going on. Many of the humans have been a little spooked. I'm talking Scooby-Doo style."

"What weird things?" Stefan asked while eyeing his next move.

"A lot of harsh winds, little tremors from the ground, lights flickering in and out, some other stuff that would be explained as witchy activity."

"I haven't felt any winds or tremors, especially not in the French Quarter. Stefan and I go about that way many times before." Kol pointed out.

"That's because it's not happening in the French Quarter."

"Then where?" Klaus asked.

"Not far from the French Quarter but far enough that the incidence have no affected on us. I went to investigate a couple of nights ago and it is freaking weird. The guys are going bonkers thinking Marcel's witchy pooh losing control for some reason."

Elijah's brow arched. "Her powers are beginning to take its toll on her. It was never meant for her to control that much power of the Harvest."

"Right, what he said." Josh motioned to the elder Original. "To be honest, I haven't seen the witch chick. Some think she is not even real. Probably just some tale Diego spouts out to scare the nightwalkers and newbies to get them in line."

"She's real. Marcel got all the witches under his thumb and scared. He has that witch," The hybrid moved back to take a look of his painting. "And I want her." He said the last part mostly to himself.

Josh stared at Klaus' painting. "It looks like it needs black." He proposed. The hybrid's head lull to the side piercing his gaze at the newborn not feeling pleased he spoke out of term. Josh gulped and shook his head vehemently. "Or not. The painting looks fine just the way it is. Kinda got the rush vibe going on there. Not saying you rushed it or whatever and what not. I-I mean – pfft, what do I know about art anyway? Just forget I said anything and –"

"Josh." Stefan called out from behind him.

"Right, shutting up now." Josh made a motion of zipping his lips.

Klaus' eyes left Josh and back to his painting. He tilted his head to side realizing he did need black. He grabbed the tube of black paint and squirted it on his wooden palette. "What else do you know?"

"Riiight, so . . . yeah anyway, Before I came here, I overheard Marcel having a meeting with a witch."

That caught the brothers' attention shooting their eyes towards their informant. There was only one witch that came to mind that Marcel would go to that was strong enough to try to handle such power, Bonnie Bennett. Whatever anger they had towards each other before, it now directed towards the newborn. Josh inched back not liking how they were staring at him. It was a cross between awesomely pissed and wanting to drain him dry. What was the saying again? Don't kill the messenger.

Klaus vamped in front of the informant making him jump back unconsciously but he caught the newborn by his red-collared shirt bringing him inches from the menacing hybrid's face. "What witch?"

"Uh I-I-I um –" The scared vampire couldn't string up any form of speech. His mind was racing a mile a minute as steely blue eyes stared back at him. From the corner of his eye, he could see both Kol and Stefan getting out their seats to move behind Klaus. He next felt a hand clasping his right shoulder. Elijah moved to his side but never letting go the hold he had on frightful Josh's shoulder. "I-I don't know." He felt Elijah squeeze his shoulder giving it some pressure. "Ow, ow, ow, ow, that's my shoulder. That's my shoulder." He winced in pain.

"And it is going be a broken one if you don't comply with the answer I want to hear. Who is the witch Marcel met with tonight?" Klaus asked again.

"I don't know!" Elijah squeezed his shoulder tighter grinding his clavicle and acromion bones together making the newborn feel pain in places he didn't know he had "I swear I don't know who she is!"

"She?" Stefan said alarmed. He turned to Kol who was shaking his head. "Who the hell is 'she', Josh?"

"I don't know her name but she supposed be this Super Saiyan witch or something. Marcel needed someone that could handle his witch's power and the only one who could do it was the witch he met tonight."

"Did you see her?" Elijah spoke this time. Though he didn't show it, he was furious. It couldn't be her, but deep down he knew it was true.

"Thierry and Diego were walking with her, but they were blocking my way so I didn't get a good look at her." Elijah gripped tighter. "Ouch! I think she was short. Like Frodo Baggins short a-and she had an almond complexion or walnut maybe. Maybe even toff-eee-ah-ah!" Elijah squeezed harder but this time to shut him up. He was used to Josh's annoyingly erratic and charismatic behavior. However, he found the newborn was most annoying when he was rambling gibberish.

"Leave." Klaus shoved Josh towards the door and the newborn didn't wait to be asked twice. Klaus rubbed his face feeling riled. "He knows about Bennett witch"

"Really Nik, what gave it away?" Kol ignored his brother's growl. He was too upset to care. "Marcel already got to her and we could have had her if someone didn't suggest waiting a bloody month."

"Do you really think it could be our Bonnie?" Stefan asked naively.

Elijah narrowed his eyes pushing Stefan's query. "Are you insinuating this is my fault, Kol?"

"Well would you look at that Stefan, two Sherlocks." Kol sneered.

Elijah went to step forward but Stefan slid in between them. "Both of you relax. Klaus," The hybrid was currently ignoring the petty banter thinking as he stared out into the night. "What do we do now?"

Klaus remained silent trying to work a plan out in his head to get his – their witch. How would they get Bonnie on their side now that Marcel had her? He cursed himself for listening to Elijah instead of following what he should have done in the first place. Now he had to think of a plan to weed her away from Marcel's side. The thought of Marcel having his – their witch sent fire to his veins. He would not let any vampire, werewolf, or any other creature touch what was theirs. Possession brewed inside of him. His witch, Bonnie was his; she just didn't know it yet.

Stefan peered at his older brother being absorbed in his own thoughts. The Ripper rubbed the back of his neck wanting this day to end. Things were not going according to plan. They were supposed to have Bonnie on their side by now. He hated to admit it, well not really, but he blames Elijah. If they went with the original plan and told the witch everything, they could have had her. The young vampire knew Bonnie would have fought them tooth and nail, but she would eventually come to their side.

He loved that she was a fighter. He felt it when he touched her hand. Raging fire pumped through her veins spreading throughout her body into his dead one. He remembered the same fiery inferno pooling on her wet tongue. Heat invaded into his mouth when he claimed her mouth. It made every muscle in his body lock except the two fleshy parts meshing against the witch's soft lips. Remembering the kiss Stefan had to bite the inside of his cheek trying not to imagine her lips on his again.

Watching closely at Stefan was Niklaus. He came up with a plan to get his witch and was about to announce it until he caught Stefan's stupor state. He knew his adopted brother was thinking lustful thoughts about his witch and it did not make the Original happy. He felt the unsettling tugging in his chest seeing Stefan with his eyes glossy and lightly scent of arousal. Waves of possession over Bonnie pounded onto him once again. His teeth clenched and gums ached trying to keep his fangs from sliding down. Once he saw Stefan lick his lips, he had enough.

"Are you enjoying your licentious thoughts, Stefan?"

Stefan blinked coming back to reality facing a not so happy Klaus. Staring down at the slightly short hybrid, he knew he was caught. An apology was on the tip of his tongue but he remembered Bonnie wasn't his. Just because the Ripper couldn't pursue the witch didn't mean he couldn't mess with his brother or think about her.

So instead, he smiled devilishly at Klaus. "Actually I was." Stefan moved back still keeping a knowing grin fixed on his face.

Klaus wasn't amused with his brother's wit. He was playing it off as a joke, but the hybrid knew better. He would have to teach his brother a lesson soon on what he could not have. Leaving his attention from Stefan individually, he looked at all three of his brothers. "Marcel knows about the Bennett witch, but perhaps we can play this into our hands."

"How?" Kol asked from sitting on the desk.

"You don't need to worry about all the specific details. Just know I have it all planned out."

"Well that is reassuring."

"Your faith in me makes my heart swell, Kol. I will lay your worries to rest soon. I have my ways when it comes to getting what I want done."

"Wait a minute," Stefan chortled. "Are you going to try wooing her?" Kol snorted which Klaus didn't take too kindly of. "Because we all know I am the charmer." Stefan pointed to himself. Kol nodded agreeing with his twin. "If that's your plan, I would gladly step in. I could get her on or side easy enough." He said with a superior grin.

"Be as it may little brother, your brooding allure and strong chin won't be needed." Klaus said dully as he turned to leave. "Courting Miss Bennett is not my intention nor is it my plan. Of course if I wanted to pursue her I will do so on my own terms, which I assure you will be very soon." Klaus threw his competitor a forewarning on touching his witch. Stefan gave Klaus a tight grin that screamed 'Bring It'. Klaus took the silent meaning into stride and continued with his speech. "I have something to bargain her with."

"And what is that?" Stefan asked in a clipped tone, which only made the hybrid more satisfied with himself.

"I guess I can tell you part of it. It is history."

Stefan raised her brow. "History?"

"Yes, history." Klaus went to his bookshelf, took down a large red book, and sat it on his desk. "Bennett history."

Elijah was the first to see the worn book. Klaus saw a hint of a smile on his brother's lips and gave him a slight nod. "Clever."

Kol twisted his body around seeing the familiar red book behind him. "You sly dog! Where did you find it?" Not waiting for a reply, Kol picked up the book to run his hand over the cover. "All this time wondering where it might be and it was with you all this time." Klaus snatched the object out of his hand but it didn't slight Kol at the least. "You stole it, didn't you? There is no way a Bennett witch would have given that to you."

"I didn't steal anything."

"It seems this family is a bunch of liars and half truth tellers." Kol said still looking down at the book.

The Original Hybrid only shrugged nonchalantly not ashamed about what he did. "I thought I would need it for a rainy day."

"Wait, I don't get it." Stefan crowded around the desk with everyone else. "What's with the book?"

"I keep forgetting you are only a baby." Kol cooed as he pinched Stefan's cheek earning him a punch on his arm. Not hurt by Stefan denial of his affections, he swung his arm around his shoulder instead. "That my dear boy is Qetsiyah's grimoire. I assume you know about Qetsiyah?"

"The scorned traveler that created the immortal potion for her and her lover but found out he didn't return her affection and stole the potion for his main lady."

"Really Stefan, your language is absolutely atrocious." Elijah twinge.

"At least I didn't say main squeeze this time."

"AND," Kol interrupted grabbing Stefan's attention again. "She killed his one true love and sent his immortal arse in a deep sleep. Now this grimoire is the first ever grimoire. This lovely artifact is filled with witchcraft and how to create magical objects, white and black magic. There are also talismans and potions that were too dark to use, even from the creator herself. Nasty business."

"But I thought travelers didn't have grimoires."

"They didn't, but Qetsiyah did. It was passed down to her from a powerful witch."

"Who was the witch?"

"No one knows. It was only stated that the grimoire was passed down to her. The sneaky wench hid it from her people. Travelers hated to be compared to witches, but Qetsy secretly didn't mind. It's true she believed that travelers were greater than witches, but she knew her foundation came from being a witch first."

"And Bonnie is a part of her line?" Kol nodded. "Wow." Stefan stared at the grimoire. "If this is Qetsiyah's, this must date back at least five thousand or so years."

"They called it the Original Grimoire." Elijah touched the brim of the old book. "A lot of witches wanted to get their hands on it. It shares many secrets and unknown spells, spells that were complex in every detail and design. After Qetsiyah's death, witches and travelers from ever spectrum on this terra searched for it for centuries. The witches wanted it for themselves while the travelers wanted to destroy it."

Stefan shook his head. "But why did they wanted to destroy it? If they believe they were greater than witches then shouldn't they cast it aside?"

"It was because they feared the unknown." Klaus spoke up. "They feared its power it had over them."

"Time passed and the witches began to lose faith that such a powerful thing ever existed. Some remained to believe the Original Grimoire is still among them. However, we always knew of it existence since the beginning and had it in our possession for some time now. I am amazed that we had it for so long. It makes we wonder if we supposed to have found it." Elijah said thoughtfully as stare at the grimoire. "Makes me believe she has been truly looking out for us." He said to no one but everyone heard. Klaus said nothing in return not wanting to believe such silliness.

Stefan thick eyebrows pinched together in confusion. "Who?"

"Ayanna." Elijah whispered her name in reverence. Coincidently, a wisp of wind entered the study sending shivers up their spines feeling a fleeting presence of their old friend and second mother. Of course, it could have been just the wind. "We knew of its existence because Ayanna had Qetsiyah's grimoire while having her own. She has kept it safe with her not letting any witch come near it and know its actuality. Not even our mother."

"Elijah and I were looking for some ointment for my wound Mikael gave me after a spar." Klaus spoke bitterly. "We noticed the red grimoire lying about on her bed and we felt the ominous power. Even as humans, we felt its essence. Before we could look in it, Ayanna came and hid the book from our sight. It was the last we saw it in our human lives."

"I came across it when I met a lovely Bennett witch in Spain who was something many times great granddaughter of Ayanna and my first love." The trickster placed his hand over his dead heart.

Klaus rolled her eyes. "Angelica detested you, Kol." The younger Original deflated.

"Repulsed is more like it." Elijah put more salt in Kol's wounded ego.

"She loved me!" He rebutted such blasphemy earning a snort from Klaus and unobtrusive smirk from Elijah. "Shut up, Nik!" Kol pushed Klaus away from him earning another laugh from the hybrid. Ignoring his brothers, he turned his attention to Stefan. "Angelica had deep affections for me. She just didn't show it in front of those two imbeciles."

Elijah twisted his lips while Klaus scoffed at the ludicrousness coming from his brother's mouth. "The lies you tell astounds me, Kol."

"Anyway, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," Kol gave Klaus and Elijah a side-glance. "I too felt the portentous magic. Angelica Bennett had the grimoire which was passed down from her mother whose mother was great-something granddaughter of the Witch of the Five." He shrugged. "I found it and I stole it."

"Then lost it by the person you stole it from." Klaus couldn't help but smile at the memory.

"She boiled my skin while in my bath water." Kol shook his head thinking about the Bennett witch. "That woman had such fire and such lovely long legs." Kol had gotten lost in his memories for a moment before he brought back to reality. "But that was the last I saw Qetsiyah's grimoire."

"It popped up again when Klaus and I found it with Emily Bennett in the mid 1800's." Elijah spoke before taking a sip from his forgotten beverage.

Stefan's grayish-green orbs bugged out. "Emily had it?"

Elijah nodded putting his glass down. "Klaus and I saw her with it after she took the moonlight curse off him. A few years passed and we saw Emily again being burned alive." He spoke gravely. "We heard witches were being staked and burned in our old home and we knew only Emily. We got there fast as we could but we were too late." Elijah turned from them.

The Original brothers watched their brother retreating form. They knew how Elijah felt about watching over the Bennett line. He took pride in watching over the descendents of Ayanna grow and flourish throughout the centuries. He felt he was paying honor to the person that was a mother or at least someone to fill up the motherless void inside the Mikaelson children. It pained him to see Ayanna's descendants being picked off by insufferable humans who couldn't fathom the presence and livelihood of anything not like them.

"But not to worry," Klaus broke the eerie silence "We did not leave until the fallen Bennett witch was avenged by our hands." An evil glint was in the hybrid's eyes remembering the cold November night blood spilt by him and his family. "We drained most of them. The others we tortured until we got bored. Little got a way, but we end up killing them and their families some years after. I say justice was properly served."

"Indeed." Elijah gave Klaus a knowing smirk.

"So how did the grimoire pop up?" Stefan asked.

"After our feast, I went to Emily's home and took it. The house was being burned down and I couldn't let it be burned along with it. It was too valuable. I would have taken her grimoire as well but it had gone missing."

Stefan nodded his head and looked back down at the Original Grimoire. "So you're going to bribe her?" Stefan reached to touch the old tattered cover. Before he could touch it, Klaus took it from his reach tucking the grimoire under his arm.

"Bribe is such a harsh word. I would say giving her an opportunity. Why wouldn't she want to know about her ancestry when we know everything? We practically watched them all grow before our eyes." Klaus moved to his other shelf and plucked another book. "Could you imagine the power she could wield? How we could be untouchable with her on our side. And to sweeten the deal . . ." He held up another old grimoire to Elijah.

The eldest took it and rubbed the familiar old cover. "Mother's grimoire."

"An Original Grimoire and a grimoire from the Original Witch herself." Klaus smile widens.

"You're giving her mother's grimoire?" Kol laughed feeling giddy. "This is going to be such fun."

"What if she doesn't take the deal?" Stefan stared at Klaus evenly. He moved from around the desk to stand in front of the hybrid. "Bonnie won't be easily subdued by throwing some old dusty grimoires in her face. She doesn't seem like the type that would thrive for power or mess with dark magic. I mean isn't that what is in Qetsiyah's grimoire anyway? Bonnie wouldn't even think of touching that."

Klaus grin fell feeling his earlier irritation slamming back into him. "For one, I did say that the bargain was only part of my plan. Secondly, how would know? You think after one kiss you know the witch?" He asked nastily.

Stefan opened his mouth but Elijah patted his shoulder. "Do us all a favor and don't answer that."

Stefan swallowed what he about to say and went from a different angle. "Marcel had to tell her everything about us already. What makes you think she would trust the oldest vampires in the world and the Ripper? Our history is not squeaky clean but at least it would have been somewhat better coming from us. Not a vampire that knows we are gunning after him to take his city. If anything, Bon would want to stay clear from us."

Klaus held his annoyance hearing Stefan's nickname for Bonnie. "We won't give her an option." He gritted out. Stefan crooked his head to the side in a 'Are you serious?' pose. Klaus looked away and began to count to ten. When he was calm, he spoke again with a tight smile on his face. "Must you be so negative all the time, Stefan? This brooding you do is unfit of a vampire of your stature." Before Stefan could say anything, Klaus continued. "As for your question, if my Plan A doesn't work, I have B, C, D, E and so forth. Just know Bonnie will willingly be on our side."

He walked passed his brother to leave out his study but stopped forgetting to say something. "Oh yes," Klaus turned back to look at Stefan. "You don't have to worry about Elijah training you for the next two months." Stefan sighed in relief. "I'll be the one with that honor." Klaus smiled maliciously and left out of his study leaving Stefan pissed and somewhat scared.

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Stefan remembered those long months Klaus trained/punished him. It was the most painful two months of his undead life and it was the last he flaunt thinking about Bonnie in front of his face. Such thoughts only should be enjoyed privately anyway.

Clearing his throat, Stefan turned to Bonnie spaced out. He tickled her feet to get her attention. Bright green eyes came to life and met his. "I need my legs back."

Bonnie stared at Stefan as if he grown another head. She looked down to see her legs prompted on Stefan's thighs. "Oh! Sorry. I spaced out a bit."

"I see." Stefan lifted her legs off him and laid them down on the chaise. "I have to finish getting dressed."

Bonnie pinched her brows together not understanding. She looked over Stefan and mouth created into a 'O'. How could she not realize all this time Stefan didn't have on a shirt? The witch felt her cheeks heat up at the sight. Noticing she was ogling her friend, she turned her face around completely embarrassed. "Yeah, you go do that."

Stefan chuckled at the little witch. Her face was red all over creating an enticing glow against her brown skin. Regardless how tired she looked, the witch was beautiful. The Ripper leaned over and kissed her cheek once, twice, three times making loud smack sounds causing the witch to giggle forgetting her embarrassment, which was Stefan's plan to begin with. The fire from her blood warmed his lips and sent a tingle through his body. He could never get used to the sensation of Bonnie Bennett.

He leaned away from her flushed cheek and kissed the top of her head soundlessly. "Rest, Bonnie." He whispered to her before he stood to his full five foot eleven frame making him look like a half naked giant compared to Bonnie. "You're tired." He headed towards the door.

"I'm not –"

"Bonnie." Stefan said sternly staring down at the little witch.

Bonnie sighed and nodded her head. "Fine, I'll rest. You'll probably tattle on me and run to Nik if I don't." She pouted childishly.

"You know me so well."

"Oh joy." The Bennett-Mikaelson witch said deadpanned. "Could you pass me the book on the nightstand?" Stefan raised his brow. "It helps me sleep faster."

Stefan grabbed the worn book from the low bedside table and looked at the title. "The Picture of Dorian Gray." He handed the book to Bonnie's outstretched hand. "Stealing Elijah's favorites from his shelf again?"

"No." Bonnie pouted again. "He let me read it and I never stole any of his books. I simply borrowed them."

"But without his permission." Stefan noted.

Bonnie only stuck her tongue out then returned to her book. "Goodbye, Stefan."

"Bye, Bonnie." And the Ripper left the bedchamber leaving the witch by herself.

Bonnie snuggled down and opened the book to the page she left off. When she did, her bookmarker fell on her lap. She laid the book facing down on her lap to pick it up. The witch smiled looking at the folded ivory paper with gold flourishes on the corners. Inside the folded paper was Klaus' slanted Victorian calligraphy. She pressed the delicate writing paper against her nose and sighed smelling the flowery aroma and subtle tone of her husband's scent.

She remembered when he gave it to her. Coincidentally it was the same night of the catastrophe meeting with Marcel and Davina at Rousseau's when Klaus and his brother's busted in like they owned the place. Bonnie smiled faintly as the memory danced around in her head. It may have started out as a travesty (and it really was) but it ended with a smile on her face, a stubborn one, but a smile nonetheless. However, the note wasn't until after the arguments and threats been handed out.

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"Oh come now, love. There's no need to fret." Klaus said with a grin.

Bonnie narrowed her eyes at the hybrid. She had forgotten how annoyingly self-righteous he was. She really wanted to smack the arrogant grin of his handsome face. Instead of engaging into banter, she turned to Marcel who was staring pointedly at Klaus. She knew by the look of the vampire's face that he knew Klaus and it wasn't on good terms. Whatever was about to go down, she did not want to know and she didn't want Davina in the middle of it either.

"Davina, I need you to leave. Lucy, take her to the back. There's no one back there, so you guys should be fine."

Lucy drowned her last shot she snuck while Bonnie wasn't looking and slammed it down on the table. "Come along, young grasshopper." Davina looked at Marcel then back at Bonnie. Bonnie motioned her head for her to move along. The young witch sighed and slid down from the stool. Lucy waited until Davina was near her to start walking.

Before Davina stepped into the room, she turned back to Bonnie who was already looking at her. "I'll be right there." She said with a small reassuring smile. Davina nodded and went inside the room but not before looking pointedly back at the old ones.

Bonnie watched Davina enter the room. When the door shut behind her, her smile turned into a deep frown as she stared at the opposing vampires. "I don't know what is going on between you both, but I honestly don't care. However, what I do care about are those two witches back there and these innocent humans in this establishment." She eyed them all making sure she had their attention. "If either of them gets hurt tonight because of any of you, you won't have to worry about coming at each other. I will take you all out without lifting a finger."

Klaus and Marcel knew the witch was not making idle threats. She was serious. Everyone knew it, except Kol. He couldn't help himself but to snort at the witch's audacity. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, gorgeous."

Bonnie steely greens started pointedly at Kol. "Don't believe me then try me. I assure you, you won't like the outcome." Her voice was hard and firm. The magic inside her bubbled but never reached the surface. This was a warning and they only had one. Bonnie then leaned over the table only talking to Klaus and Marcel. "I don't want any trouble from either of you and your company."

Klaus leaned in so he was eye to eye with the witch. Bonnie rooted her feet to floor not giving Klaus the satisfaction of moving back. She didn't know if she was crazy or stupid but whatever it was, it was fuelling her courage. She lifted her chin in defiance not moved by the hybrid. Klaus saw the action and chuckled darkly. He found that he liked getting the witch riled up. "I don't take kindly to threats, love. It makes me icky inside."

"Then I suggest you heed my warning and it wasn't a threat. I was foretelling your possible future."

The hybrid stiffed hearing her words. His amusement dried out and his anger began to coil in his belly. Who did she think she was? Klaus wanted to drain her dry for her gall, but being the masochist he was it turned him on. How could such a pretty mouth spew such ruthlessness? He knew the Bennett was brass, but he had no idea how much until now. He knew that she knew who he was and what he was capable of doing to her. He could easily reach across the bar and rip her throat out but she held no fear in her eyes. There was no tremor or ire. There was no forced bravery or showmanship. The witch was simply stating a fact as if she was stating the sky was blue. She wasn't afraid of him or the vampires around the bar.

She was a small little thing standing up to vampires twice her size and triple of her strength, and yet she still holds her ground. Her eyes were molten. Her crooked chin was set rebelliously. Her cupid bow lips pouted indicating that she was pestered by his presence. He wanted her. A sick desire twisted in the hybrid taking in the witch as a whole. He wanted to break her. He wanted to break her then mold and fashioned her to his satisfaction. He wanted her power for his own bidding. Everything she had, he wanted and he would have it.

Klaus took a moment to settle down letting out another chuckle tumbled from his pale rose lips. "Careful now Bonnie," He took the witch's hand into his own feeling her warmth and softness. "I have a quite a temper."

Bonnie snatched her hand away from him earning a devilish smirk from him. It disgusted the witch how awful it annoyed her and how sexy it looked. She gave Klaus a warning glare before she eyed Marcel who was watching his sire and the witch going back and forth. "Hey," Marcel leisurely faced to Bonnie. "Are we clear?"

The vampire nodded. "Crystal."

Bonnie let her tensed shoulders ease some when she saw Marcel wasn't going to go word for word with her. She nodded. "Good." She reached over the table to grab his hand. "Come with me."

Marcel stood from his seat and let the little witch drag him. Klaus stood from his position to stare at the two. From the side, he could see Stefan staring as well. There was no need to turn back because he knew Kol and Elijah was paying attention as well. The three vampires watched Bonnie and saw exactly what Klaus did, a challenge.

They wanted the witch on their side, not only for her power but they enjoyed her company which was saying a lot. They had a deep respect for witches but they were only good for their power, not for the brothers to keep them around. Bonnie Bennett was something fresh and new. A breath of fresh air so to speak. They wouldn't admit it out loud but it was true. Looking at Klaus, the brothers knew that there was no way he was going to let Marcel have Bonnie and neither were they.

Bonnie led Marcel in front of the door Davina and Lucy was waiting for her. Marcel went to speak but Bonnie held her index finger to her lips. He watched her close her eyes then open them a moment later. "Okay."

"What did you do?"

"A spell, so they won't hear us." The witch placed her hand on her poked out hip while the other remained around Marcel's wrist. "Are you good?"

Marcel blinked and chortled. "What, you think I can't hold my own out there?" Bonnie shrugged. "Don't worry about me. All I care about is Davina to be okay."

Bonnie bit the corner of her lip. "Are you using her?"

Marcel eyes bulged. "Excuse me?"

"Are you using Davina to keep the witches in line?"

"You see witch, I don't think that is any of your business."

"It is my business." Bonnie hissed. "Davina is only a child and from what I gather she looks like she has been through hell and back. I will not let her be used by you or anyone else because she is harvesting three dead witch's powers." She folded her arms tightly over her chest. "I may be helping you but I am only doing this for Davina. I will help my own before I help a vampire." Marcel's face tensed not liking the way she was talking to her but he had to admit, the little witch had heart. "So again, your majesty, are you using Davina?"

Marcel stared down at the tiny witch seeing her fierceness. He could see the care and protectiveness the witch had for Davina. The vampire smiled inwardly. "No. I am not using Davina for my own gain. I only want to protect and help her because I care about her."

Bonnie stared up at the mocha vampire trying to find something out of sorts, but couldn't. She sighed looking back at the bar seeing the vampires look their way. "A nosey bunch, aren't they?"

Marcel followed her line of sight seeing they had an audience. "Yeah. We must look good together."

Bonnie snorted looking back at Marcel ready to make a snide remark but was caught off guard when she saw his dark eyes were on her. They were piercing and analyzing. It was downright uncomfortable making the witch's stomach flop. Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat as she moved back towards the door while letting Marcel's wrist go. "You should get back over there." She let go of the vampire's wrist breaking the spell. "Be careful and don't kill anyone." She said with a lopsided smile.

Marcel watched the little witch leave from his sight as she closed the door. He rubbed the scruff under his chin staring at the door a moment longer before heading back to the bar. He let out the deep chuckle remembering the little witch's fire. Things was going to be different with the Bennett witch around. He could feel it.

Heading towards the bar, Marcel could see the Originals and their stray watching him. "Niklaus Mikaelson. My mentor. My savior. My sire." Marcel stood in front of Klaus. "How unfortunate for me based on all three accounts."

"Aw come on, Marcel. We had some good times."

Marcel ignored him and looked over Klaus' shoulder seeing the other Original. "Elijah."

"Marcel, how do you fair this evening?" The elder Original asked politely.

"I was well until you folks showed up. May I ask why?"

"What, no hello?" Kol stepped around Elijah to stand next to Klaus. "Are you still bothered that I made a bon fire out of your vampires." He looked over to Stefan who was fixing him a drink. Since there was no one behind the bar, he could pour himself something to sip on waiting for the firecrackers to start. "I thought it would be a good house warming gift since you have new accommodations."

"You are really thoughtful soul, Kol." Stefan uttered before taking a sip.

"Thank you, brother. I do try."

Marcel looked at Kol fleetingly then back to Klaus. "Why are you and your family here, Klaus?"

Kol placed his hand over his dead heart. "Marcellus, I –"

"My name is Marcel." The vampire gritted out.

"Why shorten your name?" Klaus said with a smile. "I thought your original name fitted you well, little warrior." Marcel clenched his teeth willing his fangs to stay in place.

"Would you look at that, Stefan." Kol tapped his twin. "It seems Nik has gotten his majesty a bit ticked off."

"What a shame." Stefan said with a smile.

Marcel turned to Stefan and gave him a small smile. "So, you are the Ripper?"

Stefan tipped his head. "That I am."

"I guess a habit is hard to break. This family always had a knack for picking up strays."

Stefan chuckled as he points to Marcel but looking at Kol. "He's feisty. But correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe he has a stray of his own."

"Oh you mean the young witch, brother?" Kol sat on the stool in front of his twin. "I caught that as well. Did you feel the parental force within him?"

Stefan nodded his. "Mhmm, I did indeed. It was very heart warming." He teased.

"They grow up so fast. Imagine that." Kol stared at Marcel. "Young Marcellus has a little whelp of his own to care of. That is downright motherly of you, Marcel."

Marcel went for the young Original's throat but Klaus stepped in his way. "Now Marcel, let's not start something you can't finish. I would hate to cause a scene in front of these people." Klaus saw how Marcel's vampires crowded around him. He cocked his brow in hilarity. "Well would you look at this, little warrior with his little army. How cute."

"What do you want, Klaus? Trying to get back a kingdom that you left behind?"

Rage filled the hybrid as his childe threw the incident in his face, but tucked it away for another time. "One thing at a time, Marcel. That will be discussed on a later date. There is another reason why I am here at this very moment."

"Oh yeah . . . what's that?"

Klaus' calm disposition dispersed as a week built of frustration and rage slammed back into him full force. "You have my witch."

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(*) The secret Kol was hinting to Elijah (before he choked Kol) is not that he purposely severed his and Marcel's relationship. There is another secret that Elijah is hiding that he doesn't want Klaus to know about, but unfortunately Kol knows about it. Not good for Elijah. This secret will be explored later on in the chapters :) (:

Stefan, Stefan, Stefan lol Have I mentioned I love Stefonnie? I know this is Klonnie, but I couldn't help myself. Stefan is just too much of a charming brooding Ripper. I had to have my daily Stefonnie since there hasn't been many new fics with the pairing. Sue me. But do not fear, Klonnie is coming :) From what I read and saw on TVD, travelers didn't use grimoires. If I missed that info, sorry. A lot will be explored about Bonnie's ancestry and other events and it all starts with Qetsiyah and the Original Grimoire. Oh goodness I am so excited about it. Reviews are welcomed. Until next time!