A/N: Thank you thank you for the reviews/following/favoriting/reading Mrs. Mikaelson. You guys are awesome ;)It is finally here! It feel so good to get this chapter out of my system. I planned to start writing for M.M. and TMH after the season finale of TVD and TO. It ended then my other Klonnie fic, Fall Into Me, had my attention and wouldn't let me do this chapter. FINALLY it is done. After watching both season finale I have changed some things. Don't worry, it has the same plot, it just have depth to it and created some new scenarios to add to my original ideas, including this chapter which was supposed be totally different. OH! Just so you know, I am still PISSED about Gia. That bastard . . . Klaus is such a ruiner but I still adore his character. His complexity is maddening and I love it. Anywho, enough about that, here's Chapter 6. ENJOY! Title: Blame by Calvin Harris ft. John Newman.

I edit this myself, so forgive me if I missed any misspelled words.

Chapter 6: Blame Pt. 1 (Coming Together)

Bonnie didn't know how long she slept, but she knew she was going to wake soon. It wasn't because she could hear or feel a presence near her, but by the colorful haze teeming in her mind. The witch couldn't recall the last time she had a dream or even a nightmare. Instead of the reeling images and sensations, Bonnie been left with clouds of clashing colors. The colors usually would swirl within each other creating new colors and shapes. Then there were instances were different colors would send a type of warning.

Red in particular was when she or someone was in danger or a threat was near. Another was Black, ill thoughts were close by or there was a hex in the air. In this case, the colors bled the un-pigmented color of white, which meant there was another witch close by.

By the time said witch was in the room, Bonnie was already stirring awake but stubbornly kept her eyes closed. When Bonnie knew her guest had firmly seated themselves across from her, only then she spoke. "What's wrong, Dee?"

Davina sighed as she fiddled with the hem of her dress. Gia and Josh drove her to the Mikaelson compound as instructed. On her way there, Davina couldn't help but to worry about Marcel. When he told her to leave he seemed off to her. His voice was clipped and short. His shoulders were squared and back stiff. The young witch had been under the care of Marcel Gerard for years and in return, she knew her adopted father's manners and ways. Marcel was on guard. He knew someone was coming or better yet, were already in the loft. There haven't been any threats since the capture of Kai Parker a few weeks ago. Only one being could get the ex-king so wound up and that one was Klaus.

Feeling the young witch's distress, Bonnie opened her eyes seeing the visible scowl on the Claire witch's face. "Who made you mad? I'll kill them."

Davina broke her stubborn pout and chuckled at her friend's antics. "I don't think you would kill your husband."

Bonnie sucked her teeth. "What did he do now?" She groaned.

"Nothing, I don't think." Davina turned to look at Bonnie. "I think he was there with Marcel."

A sour expression came across the elder witch not liking where this was going. "When?"

"It was before I came here. I was at Marcel's hoping he was ready and –" Davina stopped herself from speaking. She knew that Bonnie was optimistic for Marcel to attend the celebration. She didn't want to spoil it for her mentor, especially in her ill-state. Davina could already see how tired Bonnie looked which meant she used magic recently. The young witch didn't want to cause Bonnie more stress. One problem at a time, Davina told herself. "And we were talking and then Marcel told me to leave out of nowhere."

"Why would Klaus visit Marcel?"

"Probably to kill him." Davina muttered to herself but Bonnie still heard her.

"You know as much as I do Klaus would not kill Marcel."

"Who knows what Klaus would do. He's a monster."

Bonnie held in her irritation hearing Davina's spite for her husband. "That may be so but he would not kill Marcel, no matter what he says."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know my husband." Bonnie snapped irritatingly. Davina straightened up hearing the firmness in her tone. Bonnie lifted herself from her sleeping position knowing that her time of slumber was over. How unfortunate. "You don't have to like him but please be mindful of the way you speak about him. You are a sister to me and in a slightly weird way you are my niece-slash-granddaughter," Bonnie shook her head once she felt she was getting off topic. "Just please dial down the insults around me please. I don't know how many times I have told both of you that."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Davina's lips. "I think a couple thousand at most."

Bonnie shook her head but didn't hide her smirk. "Both of you drive me crazy with your vendetta against each other."

"Can you blame me?"

The Bennett-Mikaelson witch watched the seriousness contort on her once student's face. She remembered all the things Davina had gone through the past years, half of them Klaus was the antagonist. "No." She shakes her head. "No, I can't and I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I would never blame you. You always kept your promise to me. You never let Klaus hurt me or use me. You have stuck by my side and defended me when I needed you the most, even when it was against Klaus."

Bonnie nodded. "And I'll always will." The witch scooted over to Klaus' side of the bed and patted the space beside her. "What else is on your mind?"

Davina kicked off her heels and sat next to Bonnie snuggling down on her pillow. "I was looking forward to tonight."

"You mean because of Kol?" She nudged the young witch playfully.

"No!" Davina blushed furiously. "I was looking forward to tonight because it would be just us three again." She brought her wrist with her silver chain bracelet next to Bonnie's matching one and watched them shine dimly. They were missing the third bracelet to complete the trilogy. "It would be just like old times." She smiled at the thought. "I miss us."

"Ah." Bonnie said understanding. "About that," Davina pinched her brows together in confusion hearing the dread in her mentor's voice. "Klaus knows Marcel was coming tonight. He doesn't want him to come, neither does the others."

"So, you were just going to disinvite him?" Though Marcel said he wasn't going to go, the young witch felt hurt that Bonnie was going to resend his invitation anyway. "You would take back his invitation because Klaus and his brothers have a problem with him being there? That's not fair, Bonnie!" Davina says angrily.

"I know it's not fair, Davina. Do you think I am happy about this? I'm pissed."

"Obviously not that pissed if you were going to go through with it."

"I want Marcel to come. I miss him and like you, I miss when it was just us three, but I am at the end of my rope. I have you and Marcel who are my family and then I have Klaus and my family here. Both can't stand each other. Both don't want to share the same space with each other. Both are at each other's throats and I can't do anything about it." Bonnie blink back her tears. She damned her tiredness causing her to be emotional. "I feel like I have to choose a side and I don't want to."

"Like it or not Bonnie, you already chose." Davina stood from the bed not comfortable being next to Bonnie suddenly. "You chose when you married Klaus." She didn't mean to sound bitter. Davina knew her mentor loves Klaus but she still felt hurt that Bonnie would desert her and Marcel to the one that tried to hurt them more than once. In the young witch's mind, it was an act of betrayal.

Bonnie shook her head, both denying Davina's claim and holding back her treacherous tears ready to fall. "Dee, that's not fair."

"It's not," Davina admitted truthfully. "But it's the truth. You fell in love with the enemy. You decided to be with him despite the destruction he has done to others including Marcel and me. He even hurt you at one point! You chose that, Bonnie." Davina bent down to put on her heels. "And as much as it pains me to say, you can't have it both ways. You can't want Marcel to be in your life when your husband and his brothers want you to have nothing to do with him and I am an extension of Marcel. I will not abandon him."

"Is that why you refuse to be with Kol?" The question startled the young witch. "You think if you will be with Kol you are abandoning Marcel."

Davina shakes her head. "This is not about me and Kol."

"No it's not, not entirely." Bonnie finally looks up at Davina. She sighs, leaning back into her husband's propped pillow behind her feeling more tired than she was before her nap. "I think you are in the same predicament as I was when I first started dealing with my feelings with Klaus and you're trying your hardest not to follow my path." Davina remained quiet as Bonnie continued. "I understand. I really do. I chose to be with Klaus. In spite of all the horrible things he has done, I still chose to be with him. But if I had to do it again, I would."

Davina stared shocked at her mentor. "But why, Bonnie? He's awful. He killed people."

Bonnie snickered humorlessly "I did too, Davina. We all did at one point."

"But you did it to protect innocent people!" She couldn't believe Bonnie was defending Klaus. "You did it to protect Marcel and me. We did it to protect one another."

"And Klaus did the same for his family, just in a more crass and ruthless way."

"You're sticking up for him?" She finally asked.

"I'm not condoning his ways. Believe me, most cases he gets an earful from me. I'm just telling you what I know. Klaus loves his family and he would do anything to protect them. He will kill, threaten, manipulate anyone if it meant saving and protecting his family. Taking Marcel's throne was part of it. I didn't like it but it's the truth."

"Klaus took the throne because he was jealous of Marcel and you know it." The dam was finally breaking with the young witch. She needed this fully off her chest. "But you don't really care about that. How could you? You married a heartless murderer. You say all these things and know how Klaus is and yet," Davina shakes her head unbelieving. "After five years you are still with him."

Bonnie shrugs her shoulder. "I love him." She says easily. "All my life, I have been a caterer to nature, to people. I have always put others before me. What they wanted, what they needed, I would give it to them, because I was like that and still am in some ways. I care. I love. If it was in my power to help someone I love and care about, I would do it without hesitation and you know that." Davina did, she had seen it countless of times throughout the years knowing the Bennett-Mikaelson witch.

"But for once I wanted to put Bonnie first. I wanted to have something – someone in my life to do what I do for everyone but solely for me. I wanted someone to defy gravity to reach me. I wanted them to kill death himself to rip open the gates of hell to save me. I wanted someone to burn down villages and towns until there were ashes under their feet just to find me. Not because I was a Bennett witch, not because I was the last descendant of Qetsiyah, not because I was powerful, but because they loved me that much that all the consequences in the world wouldn't stop them from being without me."

Davina swallowed the lump in her throat hearing the raw passion coming from Bonnie. The young witch was angry with her adviser but admired her all the same for her confession. If she were honest with herself, Davina would admit deep down she felt a twinge jealousy. "And Klaus would that for you." It wasn't a question.

"He already did and so much more." Bonnie felt the love for her husband swell inside her. The reaction caused the hybrid to return his mate's affections. "I wanted to be selfish. Just this once I wanted something for my own and that was Klaus." Bonnie turned towards her ghost orchids admiring their deviant beauty. "Everyone might see a monster in him and I would be a fool to say he wasn't, but he is so much more than that." She turned back to Davina with a look of pride and love guised her tired face that left the young witch stunned. "He is what I want and what I need."

"Even if cost our relationship? Even if being with Klaus makes us enemies?"

Bonnie shakes her head clearly upset at the mere thought. "I don't want it to come to that. Call me selfish but I want both sides of my family to come together and I will never lose hope that it will. I will fight for it." Bonnie sighed tiredly contesting with her sleep. "However, if you are truly asking me if I would ever leave Klaus for you or anyone else, then the answer is no." The pain written on Davina face broke the elder witch's heart but she couldn't lie.

"I don't expect you to understand, Dee, but it's how I feel. I love him too much even when I shouldn't. I love him too much even when he doesn't deserve it. He's a part of me and he will be until my dying breath." Bonnie soft expression harden staring at Davina to let the young witch know that she was telling the truth when she spoke the next six words ready to come from her mouth. "I will never regret choosing him."

Davina nodded taking everything Bonnie said and went to turn to leave.

"And you shouldn't regret choosing Kol."

The young witch halted her steps turning back around to Bonnie. She bit the inside of her cheek seeing Bonnie's cheeks had sunken deeper since she first came to talk to her. Guilt stabbed at her heart. She didn't want her to stress but she did exactly that. "You should rest, Bonnie. You are using too much strength trying stay awake." Davina walked towards her bed. "Come on." She helped Bonnie sink down into the bed then grabbed the throw cover from the foot of the bed. "I'm sorry I made you stressed. That wasn't my intent."

"I'm fine." She wasn't. Davina could tell, but she kept the little knowledge to herself.

"You are not fine." A voice came from behind them.

Bonnie stretched her neck and smiled tiredly. "Well, don't you look dapper in your penguin suit, Mr. Mikaelson."

Kol walked fully into the threshold of the bedchamber. Bonnie scooted back so her brother could sit and he did not paying the slightest attention to the Claire witch. The fact that the young Original was ignoring Davina made her heart clench painfully but she wouldn't dare let it show.

"You are supposed to be sleeping, my dear little sister." Without looking, Kol grabbed the throw cover from Davina hands and covered Bonnie. "I am supposed to be watching over you and you're making my job harder. Do you want Klaus to dagger me?"

"Don't give me any ideas." Kol pouted cutely making the Benett-Mikaelson laugh but it came out rough from the unexpected cough. Kol patted her back as he hand her a cup of water. Bonnie gladly took the glass and took a couple gracious gulps. When her throat was settled, she laid down lightly heaving on her husband's pillow letting the scent applewood sooth her. "W-What happened to S-Stefan?"

"Klaus is miffed at him that you used magic." Bonnie scoffed. Kol grabbed the glass of water from Bonnie's hand to sit it on the bedside table. "I usually would be against him but seeing you now, I agree with the bastard. Bonnie you need rest, without interruptions." He said the last part looking at Davina coldly. Davina gasped seeing the sight and immediately cast her eyes to the floor.

Seeing this, Bonnie patted Kol hand to get his attention. She brought his hand under her chin and made small calming strokes with her thumb. "There is no need for that, Kol. Forlate henne alene (Leave her alone)." Bonnie warned switching effortlessly into her Original family's tongue.

"Jeg har ikke gjort noe for henne. Hun ville kvitte seg med meg, husker du? (I have done nothing to her. She wanted rid of me, remember)?"

"Kol –" Bonnie started but Davina interrupted.

"I should go." The witch inched backwards towards the door. "Josh probably needs help with his tie."

"Yes, maybe you should go." Kol says nastily towards her.

Davina nodded and quickly left without saying goodbye. Kol stared at the empty doorway for a while longer then turned his attention to Bonnie who was not pleased with him by the grim glare she was giving him. "What?"

"You know what. That was uncalled for, Kol." The trickster rolled his eyes. "I'm serious. You shouldn't hold anything against her. She's young and scared."

"Of what, leaving that whelp, Marcellus, all on his lonesome? Spare me." He sneered. "As for being young, I remember you were nineteen when you started dealing with Nik and twenty-one when you married him. These are nothing but excuses."

Bonnie shakes her head weakly. "It's not easy, Kol. It wasn't easy for me."

"To what? To love? What's hard about that?"

"Absolutely nothing. That's what makes it hard." The witch smiled weakly. She gave Kol's hand a reassuring squeeze. "She'll come around." Kol stared down at their joining hands as a distraction from seeing the hope in his little witch's eyes. He didn't want to feel what his sister felt. He was fine feeling grounded with no expectations. "She'll come around, Kol." He heard her say again. "We witches are stubborn but you Mikaelson men always tire us down in the end making us give ourselves completely."

Kol chuckles lightly at the thought. "Is that what Nik did to you?"

Bonnie laughed brightly that made the Mikaelson dead heart ache. Though exhaustingly tired, the Bennett-Mikaelson couldn't withstand not to when she thought about her husband diligent antics to have her. "He was a disease." They both laughed. "But I'm glad he kept coming for me. I wouldn't be as happy as I am now."

"Even with the loss of Marcel?" He asked "And maybe Davina as well?"

"I will never lose them. They are my family even if they decide not to think of me as theirs." Bonnie wanted to say more but a yawn broke through her lips warning Kol that it was time to let his sister rest.

Kol stood from the bed and bent over to give Bonnie a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Come now, you need rest and I have a guest to torture." Bonnie arched her eyebrow asking silently if she wanted to know. "I'm just going to have a little fun, nothing too extravagant." He said simply then gave her another kiss but this time on her cheek. "Now sleep my little witch and don't wake up until I tell you." He threatened teasingly.

No longer fighting the pull of her sleep, Bonnie closed her eyes welcoming the mist of swirling colors cloud her mind. Kol tucked the covers around Bonnie and turned off the lights except the lamp on the nearby nightstand. Quietly, Kol shut the door and made his way down the stairs. Waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs was a nervous Davina. The Original rolled his eyes and kept walking.

"Could you just stop ignoring me like I'm not here?" The witch started walking behind him. "I'm not going anywhere, so you mind as well get used to it." The little witch hollered.

Kol whipped around startling Davina. "Well, maybe you should leave. It sure would make a lot of us happy, especially me." He said harshly.

Davina held in her hurt and let her anger take control. "I don't care how you or your brothers feel. The only reason I'm here is to support Bonnie and Bonnie wants me here."

"That maybe so, but when it is four against one, you can easily be thrown out." The trickster was being cruel towards the young witch and he was far from done. "Stop bothering Bonnie with your nonsense."

"What nonsense? She's my family. I can talk to her if I want to."

"Not if you are going to stress her out! For years, you have been picking at her, spouting all this filth from your mouth, making her seem like a traitor, making her feel guilty for sticking with us, her real family. If you truly had Bonnie best interest, you would have left well enough alone and understood that she wants to be with Nik. You need to stop trying to make her feel bad for loving him, for loving us! She doesn't need you or that whelp hounding her, not in her condition."

"I didn't mean –"

"But you did!" Kol shouted. The two were inches apart with the Originals face leaning against the witch. Davina took several steps back seeing the black veins protruding around the vampire's face. Kol took a steady breath reining in his irritation and building anger. Slowly, the inky veins disappear no longer showing the threatening creature. "I may have feelings for you but do not let that knowledge misconstrue what's important to me," He took a step towards Davina but not too close. "And what's important to me is my family. Until you become a part of this family it is best if you come correct when entering the House of Mikaelson."

Terror and shock shook Davina to her core. Was he threatening me? She never heard Kol speak to her in such a way. It was as if he didn't know her or better yet, an enemy. "W-What? Kol, I –"

"If I ever see Bonnie in that deathly state that I just seen and you are the cause of it, you won't have to worry about Nik getting hold of you. I will personally end you myself." With those last menacing word, Kol left the Mikaelson hall leaving Davina alone.

Davina watched the vampire stalk away from her feeling confused and hurt. Not wanting to think of the young Mikaelson male, she turned to sit in Bonnie's garden.

Walking out she could see everything decorated for tonight celebration. Fairy lights twinkled above her and lit stone paths. Davina sat on the marble bench feeling emotionally tired. She couldn't understand how things became so difficult. She didn't understand these heart aching times. She remembered when everything was bearable. It was a time when Bonnie was permanently with Marcel and her, just the three of them. They had a system and it worked naturally.

As she remembered when it ended, she remembered when it started. It wasn't the day when Davina met Bonnie at her job and met Lucy for the first time. It was months later, after the mayor's charity ball. It was the week before Davina was working on linking and unlinking test with Bonnie. Davina and Bonnie were already close. It was when Marcel joined that it began to feel like a real family to Davina.

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Davina stared pointedly at the floating knotted ball. For the past few weeks, Bonnie has been teaching the young witch about binding and unbinding spells. Today was her day to demonstrate everything she learned on the subject and use it to test her abilities. So far, Davina has excelled on beginners/basic magic (mainly things she already knew) and now she was reaching soon to end of novice magic and potions.

"Bon~nie." Davina whined.

"Hmmm?" Bonnie answered without looking away from her textbook.

"It's not working. I'm doing everything you taught me."

A smirk tugged at the Bennett witch lips. "Obviously not, if the knot is still bound together."

"Ugh!" Davina slammed her hand down breaking her concentration on the floating knotted ball. "This is hard."

"Did you expect it to be easy?"

"No." Davina moved from around the table to sit next to Bonnie. "Can you move on to intermediate magic and just get back to the annoying knotted ball?"

"Nope." In return, Davina leaned helplessly on Bonnie's side pulling all her weight on her friend. Bonnie noticed she did this a lot when she didn't get her way. She didn't understand the logic behind it. When she doesn't do what Davina wants, the young witch decides to smash her to death? Weird.

"It's going to take forev~er." She also stretches her words when she was bored or just plain whining about something. It was something else Bonnie couldn't understand.

"Don't be dramatic." Bonnie lightly chided her. "You know what to do already. You just have to apply it to the real thing."

"That's what I've been doing."

"Good and you will keep doing it until that knot become untied. When you do, we will start you on beginner's intermediate magic." Bonnie closes her text book and stuffed it in her bag and turned to her. "These binding and unbinding teachings are a good way to test your patience as well as control. While some magic can be quick and easy to access, some take time and grace."

"Like binding and unbinding spells."

"Exactly." Bonnie nodded. She threw her arm over Davina's shoulders so the young one can lean against her comfortably. "Everything I teach you is beneficial to you in the long run." The Claire witch nodded but she was displeased that she had to keep practicing. She needed a break. Feeling Davina's restlessness, Bonnie proposed a idea. "How about we take a break and I whip us something to eat. Today I made traditional Louisiana gumbo with my own twist in class today. I still have some left over. I can heat some up for –"

"Oh goodness, yes! Let's go." Davina quickly got up pulling Bonnie with her.

The two came from the studio space and went downstairs to enter inside Marcel's kitchen. While the Vampire King stayed at the Abattoir, he brought a loft across the river to hold storage to some of his things. Instead of being in the public eye traveling from the church to Bonnie's house, Marcel gave Bonnie his keys to his loft to use while she schools Davina on her control and magic.

"So, how were your classes?" Davina sat herself on top of the granite counter watching Bonnie take out the containers from the fridge.

"It was alright I guess." Bonnie shrugged as she took out two bowls from the cabinet. "I had early classes today. I had math," Both witches cringed. "I had a quiz in my Food Safety and Sanitation class."

"Do you think you passed?" Davina asked before plopping a shrimp in her mouth. Bonnie snorted causing the young witch to laugh. "Okay. Where did you make this?" She asked ready to grab another shrimp.

"I made it in my Intro to Culinary Arts class. We had to make – Don't you dare!" Bonnie moved the container with the cut up Andouille sausages, tiger shrimps, thick crabmeat, and other things within the Cajun filling away from the hungry witch. Bonnie ignored the pout on her apprentice's face and poured the contents in the heated pot. "As I was saying before your hands got grabby, in class we had to create our own menu to our fantasy restaurant. Our instructor, Chef Amante, picked five students to create one of the recipes from our menu for him to taste. I was one of them."

"Did he grade you?"

"Mhmm." Bonnie replied fleetingly as she concentrated on stirring the reddish-brown filling.

"What did you get?"

"Well," Bonnie scooped the gumbo filling then poured it over a bowl of steaming rice and handed it to Davina. "Why don't you tell me?"

Bonnie watched as Davina scooped the gumbo onto her spoon to bring it into her mouth. This was her favorite part about cooking. She loved watching people's reactions when someone tasted her cooking. It made a warm feeling inside the witch that made her want to continue with her dream becoming a chef and owning her own restaurant in New Orleans. When she saw the orgasmic-tongue-satisfaction graced Davina's face, she knew her would ask for seconds. It was only natural.

"What's the grade?" Bonnie giggled watching Davina take another scoop eagerly in her mouth.

"Easy A. I think this is my favorite, Bon."

"You said that about the creamy Cajun chicken pasta and before that it was the stuffed biscuit and before that –"

"I get it but I think this is a winner. It's spicy but it has a subtle sweetness under the spice. The seafood in this is delicious. I never had tiger shrimp in my gumbo." She took another bite. "But I love it now."

"Well, I'm glad you love it." Bonnie made her bowl and sat on the opposite side of Davina on a stool.

"So what was your fantasy restaurant called? Bonnie's Bowls and Bar?"

The witch in question snickered. "That sounds horrible, Dee."

"I thought it sounded catchy. What about Bon Bon's Bon Appétit?"

"No! I hate that nickname. Someone I used to know a long time ago used to call me that. It irritated the mess out of me and so did that person."

"I think it sounds cute."

"Well, I think it sounds childish and plain ol' stupid. Every time you and Diego call me that horrid name it's like nails to a chalkboard. I hate it." Davina muttered it was cute again and the Bennett witch threw a bawled napkin at her verbal tormentor. "Anyway, I decided to name my fantasy restaurant after my real one I will own one day."

"Sheila Rae and Adara's?"

"Mhmm." Bonnie muttered as she chewed her food. "But I think I'm going to drop Adara and just keep it as Sheila Rae's or just plain Sheila's."

"I like the original one. It's like you sharing something with her. You both liked to cook."

"We loved to cook. My Grams taught me everything I know about cooking and my way around the kitchen. When I was little, my father left me over at Grams house for the whole summer. She was still living in Mystic Falls at the time. We go out for the whole morning. Read in the afternoon and cook together at night. Cooking with her was the best." A small smile graced Bonnie's lips. "I miss her. Every time I walk into my house, all I felt was her presence. It doesn't matter if I got new furniture or painted the walls a different color, she still feel like she's there."

"I never knew my grandmother." Davina admitted. "My mom didn't talk about her because she was embarrassed. Everyone was scared of her."

"Who was your grandmother?"

"Mary-Anne but she was known as the Crow Lady."

Bonnie knew exactly whom she was talking about. Every witch and warlock knew about the Crow Lady. She was one of the stories that scared children at night. Mary-Anne Phyllis Crowe was once the leader of the Coven of Light, a group of powerful witches that resided in New Orleans. They were the second largest coven and the witch communities respected them. However, that little fact changed when Mary-Anne's husband died from a hex from a spiteful witch. The rumor was she killed all her coven and started doing sacrificial magic and using the blood of crows to heighten her spells and hexes. Some say she ate the heads, hence – why they called her the Crow Lady.

"She turned to blood magic after my grandfather died."

"So the rumors were true."

Davina nodded staring down at her food as pushed her rice idly with her spoon. "She killed everyone in her coven and sifted all their magic."

"Sifted?" Bonnie questioned.

"It's something only a few selected Claire witches can do. They would touch another witch and isolate her magic and find whatever special ability they have and claim it as their own."

"But your grandmother wasn't a Claire. She was a Crowe. Isn't that her maiden name?"

"That's what people thought. My grandmother was a Claire, she just changed her surname name after my grandfather's. People just assume my grandfather was apart our line just unable to wield magic. My grandfather's name was Edger Theodore Crowe. Claire is my mother's and her mother's and her mother's maiden name and so on. We are not to change it when we marry. Many witches don't know that Mary-Anne is my grandmother, because of her last name and my mother side of the family wanted to keep it that way. They didn't want to cause shame to the Claire line."

"Is it true that the Gemini Coven locked her away in a prison world?"

Davina nodded her head dourly. "I don't know if she's alive or not. I hope she's dead by now."

Bonnie squirmed in her seat not liking the dark turn they were heading. "So, are there any other Claire witches? Cousins? Aunts and uncles, maybe?"

"My mother and father died at the reaping when I supposed to be sacrificed, so no brothers and sisters. My grandmother only had my mother with my grandfather and she never remarried, so no cousins. My great grandmother died some years ago and Mary-Anne was her only child."

"You're the last descendant of the Claire line?"

"Yup." The young witch looked down at her bowl of food and suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. Talking about her family always made the Claire witch icky inside. She wasn't proud of her line for personal reasons that she wasn't ready share with anyone. Her ancestry had a dark past. It was tainted with horrors, and deaths, something Davina didn't want to follow. "I'm alone."

"There has to be –"

"There is no one else." Davina snapped but instantly regretted. She mumbled her apologies and Bonnie accepted it even though the young witch had nothing to be sorry for.

"You know, I'm one of the last Bennett witches."

"Yeah, one of them. You have family left. Even if there only some of you left, you have family on your father side. You have everything. You have parents, cousins, aunts, uncles . . . I have none of that. I am the only Claire in my line. Before my grandmother, her sisters were a part of the Coven of Light. She killed them and their families. Who do I have?" Davina placed her bowl down on the counter and slid off the counter. "Being a Claire is not a gift, it's a curse and I hate that I am one of them. My family is not like yours, Bonnie. You're the Blessed Ones. Being a Bennett –"

"Is nothing special than any other line." Bonnie intervened causing the young witch stare blankly. Paying any mind to the witch, Bonnie continues to eat her gumbo. "In fact, it sucks at times."

"Whoa." Davina dropped her spoon into her bowl and leaned further into the Bennett witch personal space who was laughing at her dramatics. "Did you just say being a Bennett witch sucks?"

"I said at times." Bonnie pointed out after she got her giggles under control. "I understand the importance of our line and I love being amongst the living to know I will carry on the Bennett line some day when I have children. It's an honor to be a part of it." She shrugs. "Then at times it sucks ass."

"Like when."

"For one, other witches hate you before they even know you. They automatically think we are better than they are which is not true." Bonnie paused for a minute to think about what she just said. "Okay, not completely true. Some of my family can be a bit arrogant. Like my aunt Barbra, Lucy's mom, can be a snooty wench when she wants to be. However, just because there were and still are a few show offs in our line, doesn't mean all of us are like that. Some of us liked the normalcy in life and didn't practice magic. Some of us used magic in other practices, for example medicine. We had many doctors in our family and midwives. Then there are some that did practice magic fully but didn't like to cause attention to their self. I am one of those Bennetts."

"But you're different from any other Bennett witch, at least in your immediate family. You are a direct descendant of Qetsiyah. "

"And that's the suckiest part."

Davina knotted her face not understanding. "What is? Is it being a direct descendant?"

"No. The suckiest part is what comes with it." Davina gave a Bonnie a look still not understanding. "You know about Qetsityah right?" The young witch nodded her head. "Well, from her direct line, each witch was famous for something. There was my great ancestor Ayanna, then Witch of the Five,"

"The Witch of the Five was your ancestor?" Bonnie grunted in response. "She created the five hunters to protect anyone from waking Silas."

"That she did and her five daughters who were Witches of the Tomb,"

"Leticia, Hilda, Margery, Brasília, and Enid. We learned about them in my old coven."

Bonnie nodded. "Next was Angelica Bennett. She was the most famous."

"She, I know a lot of about. She was called La Reina Roja."

"The Red Queen." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "She was one of the arrogant ones."

"She saved a lot of people."

"Yes, by using dark magic. Soon it started to change her. She used so much it started making her bat crazy. She slaughtered her enemies' villages including children."

"They never told us that. They only said she was the voice of the people and used her magic to defend the weak."

"She did in the beginning. Down the line, she liked killing. Why do you think they called her the Red Queen? They didn't give her that name because her favorite color was red, Dee. She roamed around Spain naked wearing her contesters' blood over her body as she destroyed their villages. What sane person does that?" Bonnie felt herself getting irate talking about the uncomfortable topic, but suppressed the ill feeling. "In the end the magic killed her."

"Was it the Original Grimoire?"

Bonnie shook her head standing up with her empty bowl. "That's a myth. There is no such thing."

"But tons of witches believe in it." Davina pushed herself from leaning against the counter to stand in front of Bonnie washing her dish. "They said it holds the most powerful spells."

"It doesn't exist. If it did, my Grams would have told me." Bonnie rinsed the suds off her bowl and placed it in the rack. "Besides, if the Original Grimoire was real I wouldn't want anything to do with it. The thing is bad juju all around. It's nothing but dark magic. It's worse than expression."

Davina mulled over wanting to stay on the subject of the Original Grimiore being real, but decided against it. "Who was after Angelica Bennett?"

"Jolie Bennett, she was a famous healer in her coven. There was also Amelia Bennett and Charles Bennett; the first Bennett warlock. They were twins who were guards for some king in France centuries ago. Then it was my something times great grandmother, Emily Bennett. She helped the town's people of Mystic Falls to get rid of their vampire and werewolf problem by creating different devices. One of them," Bonnie walked over to her purse and pulled out a compass. "Is this."

Davina held the compass in her hand. "What does it do?"

"It detects when a vampire is near." Bonnie took the compass and hid it back in her bag. "She also locked over a dozen vampires in a tomb under Fell's church in Mystic Falls. Only a Bennett can open it."

"Who was after her?"

"My great great grandmother, Pauline, she led the greatest covens in Kenya."

"Covens, as in more than one?" Davina questioned.

"Yup. She lived in Mystic Falls then felt she had more to do as a witch in Africa. She led twelve covens. She gave birth to my great grandmother, Abigail. She was next to lead the great covens but decided she wanted to live in peace. She moved back to Mystic Falls as a nurse. She married my great grandfather, Lewis, had her children and one of them was my Grams." The Bennett witch smiled sadly at her apprentice. "She was," She giggled to herself. "She was amazing. She helped people. Not just with magic, but with her words. She was a leader, a teacher, an activist, a mother. Sheila Rae Bennett was my world. She was my example on what a strong woman supposed be. I didn't have many women figured in my life when I was little."

"What happened to your mother?"

In an instant, Bonnie's smile turned into a frown. She turned away from Davina looking out the large window seeing the buildings across the river. "Abigail Adara Bennett was nonexistent in my life. She left my father and me when I was four. She came to my sixth birthday party and left before my dad brought out the birthday cake."

Steadily, Davina could see Bonnie's light aura diming into a grayish cloud. The atmosphere in the kitchen shifted along with the Bennett witch's mood creating a somber tone. Outside the sky darkened and clouds covered the bright sun. Bonnie's melancholy ambiance was affecting the weather as well.

"We haven't seen or heard from her since."

"At least you had your dad." Davina pointed out.

"My dad was never home. He always had some business to handle at work. When I got older, he travelled a lot. My father didn't want me to live with my Grams in New Orleans because he hated witch craft. He didn't want me doing magic, so he had a alternative. While he traveled, I had stay over my two best friends' houses, Caroline and Elena. It was fun living with them but I missed my dad." Davina saw the sadness in Bonnie's eyes she thought about her parents. "When I was old enough, I stayed home by myself."

Davina came up beside her and leaned her head on the older witch's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Bonnie laid her cheek on top of the brunette's head feeling somewhat better. "Don't be. I turned out fine in the end." The two stared at clouds slowly breaking was letting the radiant shine down on the city. Under the rays, the river sparkled with mirth and reflected the crystal blue sky. They enjoyed the scenery and the comfortable silence before Bonnie broke the serene peace. "Are you finished eating?" The young witch nodded her head against Bonnie's shoulder. "Then go upstairs and unbind that knotted ball."

The witch groaned but did as she commanded. Half way up the stairs, Davina turned around seeing Bonnie placing the leftovers back in their rightful containers. "Bonnie…" She called hesitantly. Bonnie stopped what she was doing to look up at Davina. "I know this doesn't mean much, but you and Marcel are my family." Bonnie eyes widen at the teenage witch's unexpected confession. "I know I can't replace your parents or your Grams, but –"

"You're wrong." Hurt swam over the young witch's face, but Bonnie only grinned. "It does mean a lot, more than you know."

Hearing those words Davina nodded and went up the stairs with a little more pep in her step. Warmth flooded within Bonnie's heart as she watched her leave. The two witches had become close over the passing months and she grew to care for Davina a great deal. Bonnie swore to teach her control then, but not the witch swore to protect her. She wouldn't let any harm come to her, whether it was from the witches, werewolves, or vampires including Klaus and Marcel.

As Davina practiced, Bonnie cleaned the pot and Davina's bowl. When she was done, she finished reading the chapter in her economics textbook. Afterwards, she began doing her math homework. She was ready to solve the last question for x when she heard Davina yelling for her to come upstairs.

Bonnie dropped what she was doing and hurried upstairs. "Davina! What happened? Are you –" The witch halted her halfway through the door as she saw the sight before. Standing by the table was Davina staring pointedly at a rope floating horizontally no longer in its compressed knot. "You did it." She took a step closer to the floating navy blue rope. "You did it." She said again but this time her voice was surging with awe and pride.

"So, does that mean I am official done with novice magic and begin learning the fun stuff?" Davina asked hopefully.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Is that all you care about?"

Davina snorted. "Yes. Marcel said once I finished my novice teaching, I can finally get out of the drafty church and explore."

"With a chaperone following your every move, I imagine."

"Of course, but I will take anything I can get. A music festival is coming up and I want to attend."

Bonnie nodded her head understanding. "Well, congratulation, young grasshopper." She threw her arm over Davina's shoulder. "You have officially finished novice magic." Bonnie check the time seeing it was five forty-seven. "And that is the end of today's session. I have to head home to get ready for work."

Davina started put away her books and papers while Bonnie waited for her by the door. "By the way, where is Marcel? I haven't seen him in a week."

Bonnie watched Davina back stiffen but continued to put away her things. "He's away to meet someone."

Bonnie arched her brow. "Meet who?" Davina ignored the question as she continued to put her stuff away. "Dee, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Davina sighed turning around to face Bonnie. "It's nothing. Marcel does this every other month. He leaves New Orleans at the beginning of the week and comes back at the end of the week. It's no big deal."

"It's a big deal to you." Davina turned away ending the discussion but Bonnie wasn't ready to drop it. "Hey," The witch walked over to her. "Dee, what's wrong? What's bothering you about Marcel being away?"

"It's because he's with one of them." She said with an edge to her voice as threw her book in her bag.

"Them? Who are you talking about?"

Davina slammed her bag on the table turning fully to Bonnie. "The old ones!"

"The old ones? You mean one of the Originals." Davina nodded stiffly. "I thought Marcel hated them."

"He does, except one." Davina rolled her eyes annoyed by the thought of Marcel being with her.

"Who?"

"Rebekah."

Bonnie's mind buzzed with recognition. She remembered both Marcel and Klaus saying the name while arguing at the bar those months ago. "Who is Rebekah?"

"She's the old ones' sister."

The Bennett witch's eyes widen comically. "Their sister? They have a sister?"

"Yes and her and Marcel were in love a long time ago. Seeing that they still see each all these, I think it's safe to say their affections for one another is present. Back then, they were together in secret until Klaus found out and forbid Marcel to be with Rebekah. After catching them together again, Klaus punished both of them by daggering his sister and kept her in a coffin for fifty years."

"That's horrible."

"You're telling me."

"Why would he do that?"

"Because he's a monster. He gave Marcel an ultimatum. If he chose to un-dagger Rebekah, he wouldn't turn him into a vampire knowing Marcel wanted to be turned."

Bonnie's mouth slacked hearing the new piece of information. "Klaus turned Marcel into a vampire? Marcel is Klaus' childe?"

"Yup." Davina said putting emphasis in the 'p'. "I thought you knew that."

"How am I supposed to know that, Davina?" I mean honestly, the witch said bitterly in her mind.

"Sorry," Davina muttered but continued her tale. "After her fifty years were up, Marcel and Rebekah started being together again. Something happened between them that caused them to split apart in the end. Marcel doesn't like to talk about it, but it caused him to be separated from Rebekah for a long time."

"Did he tell you when they were separated?"

Davina stared up at the ceiling pondering on the question. "I think it was the year 1919, around the time of the big fire at the Opera House, I think."

Bonnie head buzzed again hearing the year replaying in her head between Marcel and Klaus. "It was a fire?"

"Yeah," Davina threw her bag over her shoulder. "Some big incident happened, I don't know specifics. I just know after the fire, Marcel and Rebekah was separated." She walked past Bonnie heading out the door.

"So, why do you have a problem with Rebekah?" Bonnie asked chasing after Davina.

"Because she is one of them. I don't trust an Original."

"Have you met her before?"

"Twice. I couldn't stand when she came to New Orleans to visit Marcel. I guess it's one good thing about Klaus and his family being in New Orleans."

Bonnie walked over to the kitchen packing her own things. "Why?"

"For whatever reason, Klaus and Rebekah had a falling out sometime after the fire. He got some witch to put a locator spell on Rebekah, so every time she was within detecting distance from Klaus, he would know."

"But why? Why would Klaus need to know if his own sister was near him?"

"So he could kill her."

The Bennett witch's hands froze over her book not believing what she was hearing. "To kill her? He would kill his own sister?" It didn't make any sense. "But why? Why would he do that?" How could he be so monstrous?

Davina shrugged. "It's one of those things Marcel doesn't talk about. Since Klaus is here in New Orleans, Marcel has to leave to go see her. It's not any different from any other time he leaves to meet her somewhere for their week-filled getaway, but this time it's more dangerous and Marcel has be careful."

"Why?" Bonnie could feel her annoyance bubbling from repeating the word.

"Because the old ones and the ripper are watching Marcel's every move. They are trying to take his throne."

Bonnie stared silently at Davina letting her words sink in. Many things made sense while other things didn't. A part of her wanted to know more. Why did Klaus have a problem with Marcel being with Rebekah? What exactly happened in 1919? What caused the fire. In addition, why did Klaus want to kill his sister so badly that he had a witch put a spell on her to know if she was close by? Was it because she still wanted to be with Marcel? Did she do something to betray him some how? Why did Klaus really want to take Marcel's throne? There were so many question left unanswered.

"Hey, is this your fantasy menu?"

Davina's voice broke Bonnie out her thoughts. She gazed at the cream paper in the witch's hand. "Yes." Bonnie cleared her throat. "See anything you like?"

Before she could answer, the door creaked open letting in a satisfied looking Marcel. Bonnie shuttered thinking inappropriate thoughts of why that smile was on his face. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Marcel slowed his steps staring at Bonnie suspiciously. "Why wouldn't I be here?"

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. "Uh…I um…"

"I told her about Rebekah and your secret rendezvous with her." Davina said simply still wearing a scowl on her face.

Marcel kept his eyes on Bonnie as he walked over to Davina. When he was close, he turned to the little witch and chuckled. The deep sound made the Bennett woman shiver. "How was your session today?" He asked giving her a hug. Bonnie watched how Davina stubbornly keeping her hands to her sides not want to move to return the hug.

"It was fine. I am entering into intermediate magic now."

"That's good to hear." Not liking the frown on her face, Marcel leaned to kiss her forehead. Davina still wore a deep scowl on her face but her body was relaxed in his arms. "Were you two about to leave?" He finally turned his dark eyes on Bonnie.

"Yeah, w-we were. I was going to drop Dee off at the church and head h-home to get ready for um work." Bonnie cursed inwardly. She didn't know why she was becoming so nervous around him all the sudden. Maybe because you found out that he is sired to Klaus, her mind screamed at her.

"That's okay, I'll take Davina home. You can l –" Marcel stopped talking after his nose caught something. "Did you cook today?"

All the anxiety left Bonnie once he heard the clear excitement in the Vampire King's voice. He loved tasting Bonnie's food when she cooked. "I made something in class. I had some left over. We ate it on our break."

"Is there some left?"

"Yes, do you want some?" Marcel gave her a look making the witch laugh. Bonnie quickly fixed Marcel a bowl of her gumbo. Thankfully, it was still warm from heating it up before. All she had to do was serve it in a bowl.

Marcel grabbed the bowl of gumbo and took a spoonful. His eyes closed and let out the most orgasmic sound from his lips that made Bonnie's woman bits come to life. She watched him take another bite after another until he polished off the rest. "That was the best gumbo I ever tasted, Little Bit." Bonnie felt the familiar warmness in her heart when he called her by her nickname. At first, she couldn't stand it because it referenced how short she was. Over the months, she got used to it and came to find it endearing. However, anyone else was to say it, she would have a different reaction. "The added cinnamon and orange zest collaborated nicely with the heat."

"My little twist to the dish."

"She's planning on making it a part of her menu when she owns her own restaurant." Davina handed Marcel the menu.

The vampire scanned over the menu and was impressed at the selection. "And you can make everything on here?"

"Of course I can." Bonnie reached over to take the menu but Marcel pulled it from her reach. "Marcel, I have to go. Give it." She held out her hand impatiently.

"Not so fast, Little Bit. I have a proposition for you."

Bonnie slowly let her hand down. "What proposition?"

"He wants you to what?"

Bonnie moved her abused ear away from the screaming witch on the phone. "Lucy, stop shouting. I'm not deaf."

"Oh hush, don't spoil the moment. Marcel wants to use some of the dishes in your menu at a charity even for the mayor?"

"He does."

"And you're getting paid for it."

"I am. Head Chef 's salary."

"What?" Bonnie moved away from the phone again but less irritated from her cousin's exuberant behavior. She was excited as well about this unexpected blessing. This was a step closer to where she wanted to be. ". . .nie!"

"What?" The dazed witch snapped out of her rambling thoughts. She has doing that a lot lately.

"I said when this charity shindig is?"

"Oh, it's next Friday, which mean I have to meet the team tomorrow so we can start prepping ingredients for the menu at the ball or gala or whatever it is."

"Look at you, using fancy smancy chef words."

"I highly doubt the word prepping is a fancy word, Luce, let alone a chef word."

Lucy continued with her theatrics as Bonnie headed towards her house. Heading up the steps, the Bennett witch paused. She could feel someone. Bonnie slowly turned around seeing no one but she knew someone was there and that someone was a witch.

Bonnie sighed. "I have to be at work by six- thirty. I rather be on time than be late because someone decides to play 'Guess Who's Hiding in My Bushes'." Bonnie tapped her foot waiting until she heard movement.

"Bonnie Bennett."

Bonnie turned to the stranger coming towards her. "And you are?"

"My name is Sophie Deveraux." The witch came more into the porch light showing her long brunette hair and narrowing brown eyes. From first glance, Bonnie could tell the witch was troubled by something. There were purple tints under her eyes showing the depravity from lack of sleep. "I thought it was time we talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Davina."

Hearing the young witch's name brought Bonnie's protectiveness on high alert. "What do you want with her?"

"I'm sure you know about the harvest."

Bonnie arched her brow. "And?"

"We need her. In order to bring the three witches, my niece back," Ah, there it was. The personal motive. "To the living and we could lose our powers."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"You are protecting her. We need you to step aside."

"No." Bonnie says gravely.

"No?"

"No. I will not step aside."

"So you would let those girls, who have families that want them back, suffer on the Other Side for one selfish little girl."

"She's hurt. She has been lied to and watched her friends' throats get sliced, what do you expect?"

"Look, I was the one that told Marcel about the ritual. I didn't believe it, but I saw the power leave from one of the girls into Davina. She has the harvest magic and if she doesn't finish the ritual, catastrophic things will soon come."

"From the ancestors or from the witches of New Orleans?"

"Both." Sophie said sternly readying her hands.

Bonnie snorted. "Do you really want to take that route?"

"You will hand over Davina to us. I will make sure she gets back to you and Marcel. She will be safe in your care once again."

"In one piece? No harm will come to her for punishment from the witches."

Sophie nodded her head. "I will personally make sure she comes back. Just let us –"

"Us? Who is this, us, you speak of?" Bonnie tilted her head dangerously to the side. "Are you talking about Agnes and league of bats?"

"Agnes is an elder, our last elder. She is the only one that can do the Harvest ritual."

"No."

"What?" Sophie shakes head not understanding. "We have to have Davina. She –"

"She is what you guys need to do the harvest, believe me I get that. What I don't get is why would you think I would hand Davina over to someone like Agnes?" Bonnie watched the befuddlement deform on the witch's face. The Bennett witch giggled. "Don't tell me you don't know."

"Know what?" Sophie walked closer to the porch steps. "What don't I know?"

"Oh my." Bonnie snorted then hurriedly covered her boisterous laugh. Sophie stared at the witch strangely as the Bennett witch bends over cackling. Bonnie lifts herself up wiping the stray tears from her eyes, happy she had a good laugh. Goddess knew she needed it after the day she had. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to laugh. I'm not laughing at you, honest. I'm laughing at how everything is going to turn to crap soon. Why did I move here?" Another laugh broke from her lips. "Oh goodness, this is just too awful." Once Bonnie sobered up, she turned around to head inside the house.

"Hey!" Sophie followed Bonnie. "What don't I know?" She went to go up the steps but soon as she did, the witch hissed in pain. She looked down at her hand seeing her tanned skin scorching red. "What?"

"I did not give you permission to come forward." Bonnie said without looking as she unlocks her front door but did not go inside. She lulled her head to the side to see Sophie holding her hand to her chest with a menacing scowl written on her pretty face. The Bennett witch reply with the same look. "Do not come here again and if I see you or anyone else who wants to cause Davina harm, you'll regret." Her green eyes glowed malachite creating a eerie gleam in the night. The Bennett witch looked intimidating to the Deveraux witch. She took a step back but voluntarily. Bonnie's magic was forcing her to move back. "Get off of my property."

Bonnie didn't wait to see if the witch left. She simply went inside and closed the door behind her. She leaned her tired body against the door trying to calm the storming rage inside her. Bonnie kicked off her Nikes to side, a little too hard than she intended. It was then she realized Lucy was still on the phone.

She lifted her cell phone to her ear. "Luce?"

"…You should have whooped her ass."

And just like that, Bonnie was okay again.

As the week went by, Bonnie has been busy with school, Davina's teachings, work, and prepping for the charity function, exactly in that order. Marcel hired a catering team and told them to follow everything what the little witch asked. When the vampire left, Bonnie went into full chef mode. It was easy being in the kitchen and her team made it even better. The Bennett witch hasn't seen Sophie since the day she showed up at her house and she was thankful. She didn't have time to worry about the witches of New Orleans. She had food to handle.

Bonnie did struggle to keep up with assignments from school and prepping after her sessions with Davina. There were times when she had to take a ten to fifteen minute break and sit in a corner to do some of her homework or study her notes for an upcoming quiz or test. It wasn't until she showed late at her math class that midterms were that week as well. The witch was frazzled. How could she forget she had midterms and on the day of the charity ball?

For three days straight, Bonnie digested every piece of information she could at any available moment she had concerning her studies. While Davina practiced magic, in between class breaks, break times at work, her little breaks between prepping and instructing her team in the kitchen, and when she came home late at night or morning to exact. Sleep was nonexistent and the witch was crazy tired when it came that Friday to take her midterms.

She started her first midterm at seven thirty a.m. and ended her third final midterm sometime after twelve in the afternoon. Bonnie drove like a bat out of hell to her house to quickly shower and get changed. When she had her chef wear on (black and white checkered trousers and white double breasted jacket), she got into her 1969 all black Camaro SS, a graduation gift she was absolutely thankful for her fast paced week, and headed to the Abattoir.

When Bonnie stepped out the car, she was bone tired. When she walked in the compound, she didn't have the strength to gaze at any of the decorations or paid any mind to the busy people moving around her. Her destination was the kitchen. She headed straight to the back where her team was waiting for her. Soon as she stepped inside seeing the commotion in the kitchen, she felt her adrenaline kick in. She rolled up her white sleeves and gave her first order. They had a busy night a head of them.

Around eight-thirty the charity function was in full swing. The kitchen was a beautiful madness that the Bennett witch couldn't get enough of. Plates of food had been flying out the door all night. Bonnie instructed, cooked, and analyzed, and made sure each plate that was ready to go out the door was cooked properly and plate was clean. There were a couple bad apples but she and her team made up for it. With the help of Jerry and his cousin Lafayette there to help and Bennett family trait of ruling with a iron fist, everything was covered.

It was around deserts Bonnie was beginning to feel tired. Her team was running like clockwork, so she figured she could rest a bit. She put Jerry in charge until she came back. The witch went through the back door and sat down on the steps letting the cold wind hit her face. She took in a deep breath loving the smell of the winter zephyr. This was nice, she thought to herself as she leaned against the wall.

"Taking a break, Little Bit?"

Bonnie opened one of her eyes seeing a handsome Marcel dressed in a black suit and blood red dress shirt. He had on a black silk tie that matched the lapels of his jacket. "You look nice."

"Just nice?" He stuffed his hand in his pocket moving closer to the witch. "I thought I looked rather dashing."

Bonnie gave the vampire a once over. He looked more than dash. The Vampire King was GQ classified, but Bonnie would dare tell him that. His head was big enough. "Nah, just nice."

Marcel bumped her shoulder chuckling deeply. Bonnie scooted over so he could sit down next to her. "You did amazing in there. Every so often I would check on you."

Bonnie's eyes snapped open. "You were watching me."

"Mhmm, you looked good in there. You looked like you have been doing this all your life."

"That's what it felt like. Though it was hectic in there, this is the most fun I had in my life."

Marcel gave Bonnie a warming smile and the witch returned it. "I'm glad." They sat in a comfortable silence looking at the lights of moving cars passing them by. "You know, you could always join the party. I'm sure everyone would like to meet the chef who created such a delicious meal."

Bonnie snorted. "It was team effort and no thanks. I am a mess. I'm sweaty, dirty, my face feel like a tire, and my feet hurt. After the desserts are finished, I am going home. Midterms are over and I'm on break until mid January. I deserve rest."

"Okay." Marcel stood up from his seat. "I have to go back and play host." He leaned down and kissed Bonnie's cheek. "Thank you for this, Little Bit." With those last words, the vampire went inside.

Bonnie closed her eyes once more letting her rest for a few more moments before she head back inside and help work on the desserts. When her moment was up, the Bennett chef hopped up from the steps and stalked off back into the kitchen.

When she came inside, they were already plating the Limoncello dessert ice cream with the butter cookies that had sweet coconut milk filling over them and as well as her Grams Special Strawberry Shortcake. "Is that the last plates going out, Jerry?"

"It is the last, chère." Bonnie always loved the Rousseau cook's Cajun accent. She told him one time she was going to marry him one day for his French drawl.

"I'm so sorry, Jer. I didn't know I was gone that long."

"It's fine, it's fine." Jerry patted Bonnie shoulder. "You did enough. You have done more than anyone in this kitchen has for the past week. You deserve a bit of fun." The elderly man gave her another pat on her shoulder.

Bonnie gave Jerry a sad smile. "I still wished I was there to help you guys doing the desserts."

"Nonsense, child." Jerry mildly scolded her. "You go and enjoy the party. Lafayette and I will finish up in here."

"Jer, I'm tired. Plus, I can't go in there. I didn't bring a dress with me and I look a mess."

"I have it covered." A voice said from behind her.

"Lucy?" The Bennett women hugged each other but Bonnie quickly broke away. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I'm all nasty and sweaty and I'm ruining your dress."

The elder Bennett had on a red slip dress that hugged every curve on her body leading nothing to the imagination. Her hair was curled and swept over her left should showing off her carefully applied make-up. Her ears, neck, and wrist were dressed in silver accessories that matched her strappy four inch heels.

"I'm fine, but you need to get dress."

"Dressed?" Bonnie reiterate questionably. "I don't have a dress."

"It's upstairs and so are your shoes, so let's go." Lucy began to push her.

"But how –"

"Stop asking so many flipping questions and get your cute butt up those steps so you can get ready. I have to do your hair and makeup and you seriously need a shower."

"Ouch Lucy, don't push me too hard! Jerry," Bonnie called back to her sous chef. "Did you put up a limoncello dessert for Thierry? It's his favorite."

"It's cooling in the fridge waiting for his return, chère."

"There, it's in the fridge! Let's go you're wasting time, short stuff." Lucy hurriedly pushed Bonnie up the back steps. When they were upstairs, the Bennett witch dragged Bonnie inside an empty room where here dress and shoes laid on the bed.

Bonnie walked over to the bed looking down at the dress she was wearing tonight laid out for her and was speechless. It was beautiful. "W-Who –"

"Marcel asked me a month ago for your dress and shoe size."

Bonnie eyes glossed over. "He was going to ask me before he asked me to cook for him?"

Lucy nodded her head yes. "He initially wanted to invite you to thank you for helping Davina. He thought you needed a break, you know with school and Davina, then you had to work long hours."

Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat as she rubbed her fingers against the soft ivory material against her finger. Her eyes then cast on the ivory and gold stilettos wrap-around ankle heels. Next to them were opal teardrop earrings with a matching bracelet. This was too much. "This is too much." She said aloud voicing her thoughts.

She felt Lucy's chin on her shoulder rubbing the side of her arm. "Enjoy it, kiddo. When will you ever get a chance to dress up and look like a princess? Have fun." Lucy wiped a lone tear from her cousin's cheek. "Grams would have wanted you to enjoy this." She then kissed Bonnie's cheek and let go of her arm. "Text me when you're ready for me do you hair and make-up. I'll be waiting downstairs."

Bonnie didn't notice Lucy left the room until she heard the door close. She wiped the rest of her tears away and started to undress. When she was sliding down her trousers, she noticed an envelope with her name on it. She opened it pulling out a card written from Marcel in perfect scripted writing that reminded her of a certain hybrid's handwriting. Bonnie shook her head not wanting to think about Klaus. The witch started reading.

Bonnie,

Davina and I appreciate everything you have done for us and I personally like to invite to the charity ball. I hope you will wear my gifts tonight and enjoy the festivities. If there is anything you need, ever, do not hesitate to ask me. You're family now and family take care of each other.

Davina and I also like to invite you to our little hangout spot after the carousing and fully welcome you to New Orleans with a stroll around my city. I thought it would be appropriate since this is your home now. Wherever you been or seen before, it doesn't compare to my world, the true New Orleans.

Save me a dance, Little Bit.

M

P.S. The food was delicious as always. Don't be surprised if I ask for your services again.

Bonnie was laughing by the end of the letter as she wiped her tears away. Bonnie couldn't remember a time when she was this happy. Rereading the letter over again few more times, the witch parted the heartfelt note back in the envelope and hastily got undressed and rounded the corner to the ensuite. She had a party to attend.

After taking a quick but satisfying hot shower, Bonnie wrapped herself in a fluffy sky blue towel and started drying her hair. As she walked inside the room, she stopped cold feeling another presence in the room. This time it wasn't a witch. Bonnie eyes caught Emily's compass poking out her bag pointing east. There was a vampire in the room.

Bonnie carefully turned the corner and there was Klaus dressed in a black suit similar to Marcel's sitting comfortably in the lounge chair by the bed.

The hybrid turned his head to the side to face Bonnie's dazed face making a coy smirk curl around his red lips. "Hello, again, Miss Bennett." When he spoke, it brought a chill up Bonnie's spine creating goose bumps on her sensitive skin. It was as if his words were caressing her and guiltily she wanted more.

Klaus' blue eyes darkened with lust as he took in the witch's towel clad attire wanting to see the beautiful body underneath. Turning away from his prurient thoughts, he stood from the lounge chair and stalked unhurriedly towards Bonnie. With each step he took, Bonnie took a step back until her back hit against the wall.

Klaus was in her breathing space. He could smell the lavender shampoo in her hair and the vanilla body-wash on her skin along with her alluring magical scent oozing from pores. The witch was testing his control. Klaus placed his hands on each side of the witch's head leaning fully into her. He waited for Bonnie to do something, to push him away at least but the witch did nothing. This made the hybrid chuckle malevolently. He then brought his hand to trace the water drop sliding down the side of her face. The witch shivered deliciously against his touch and Klaus enjoyed the sight.

The water drop went down her jaw to neck and his finger eagerly chased after it, but stopped once the drop went past her shoulder. He watched the drop go over her clavicle then slips down into the valley of her breast. Slowly, his eyes glided up to Bonnie's, who eyes were a glowing jade color with specks of gold around her irises. They were enchanting to the Original and made his skin tingle with heat. He wanted her.

Bonnie gasped when he felt Klaus stubble cheek against her smoothed one as he took in her scent. His nose skimmed from ear to her wet cheek to her nose. Bonnie swallowed the lump in her throat and tightened her grip on her towel. "Klaus . . ." She said what she hoped to be in a warning tone but she highly doubts it. The Original was too close for her to think, not to mention breathe.

Klaus nuzzled his nose against hers and backed away looking deeply into her now sea foam green orbs but the gold flecks were still present around her irises. Snapping out of his haze, Klaus smiled mischievously and leaned in to kiss his lovely Sienna's cheek. He let his lips linger on her flesh enjoying the feeling of her warm skin on his lips. He pulled away and held in his chuckle at the comical stupor expression on Bennett witch's face. "Did I come at a bad time, love?"

Bonnie blinked setting her eyes back to her normal olive green hue. Once the spell had been broke, anger and humiliation filled the witch. She did the only thing that came to mind.

She slapped Klaus hard on his arm making the stunned Original Hybrid stumble a couple steps backwards staring widely at the fuming witch. "What the hell do you think?"

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*You can skip this part if you want. This is just my view/explanation in the beginning between Kol/Bonnie/Davina situation. Reviews are welcomed. Thank you for reading :)*

Just to let you know, my intent was not to make Davina the bad guy in this chapter. She has every right to angry with Bonnie, just like Bonnie has her right to love Klaus and Kol has a right to be pissed at Davina for (in his opinion) trying to sabotage his family. I am being unbiased and just writing out these characters' turmoil.

With Davina, she loves Bonnie but hates that she chose Klaus after what he has done to her and Marcel. She cannot fathom the thought of Bonnie could be with such a horrible vicious merciless creature like Klaus that basically makes everyone's life a living hell for his own selfish gain. She is hurt and feel betrayed. In turn this cause her to change and rearrange her thoughts and feelings for Kol. She is loyal to Marcel and doesn't want to leave his side like Bonnie did, which is understandable. Marcel is basically Davina's father. He is the only family she has besides Bonnie, but now there is a division between them because Klaus doesn't want Bonnie anywhere near Marcel and Davina is a extension of Marcel.

With Bonnie, she understand what Davina is feeling because she went through the same thing with Klaus, but in the end she chose to be. Being with Klaus was only for own selfish reasons. There was no right or wrong, it was simply "what does Bonnie want? What does Bonnie need? What makes her happy?" It's Klaus plain and simple. Her job as a witch is to keep balance within nature. She feels that should be separate from her love life, as it should. This is a person who sacrificed her needs for other countless of times in the past. Bonnie is entitled to be selfish once in her life and what she wanted was to be with Klaus. Fudge the naysayers!

With Kol it's tricky because he really cares for Davina. He wanted her for years (which will be shown later in chapters) but Davina is hesitant to be with him, which he understands. That's not the problem. The problem is that Davina is forcing her decision to be this guilt hammer on Bonnie. The way Kol's mind is working is Bonnie is family. Bonnie, Klaus, Elijah, Stefan, even Rebekah will always come first. Within the family some more than others but outside the family, those five will come first before anyone, including Davina who is not a part of his family. So anything goes. If any harm comes to them, especially Bonnie because of her condition, he will destroy them until they cease to exist. Always and Forever is the Mikaelson motto.

So you see, all three character are entitled to be sad, angry, pissed, or whatever. Some of you might lean more to a character than another, but I just wanted to be clear that none of them are wrong for feeling these things and I'm not influencing one person to be wrong while the other be right. I'm just displaying their problems in a more detailed form for you guys to fully understand. Though they have good reasons for their choices, all three of them have some sort of flawed logic within them. Bonnie says she is a witch and protects balance, but Klaus and every vampire is against nature. Davina talks about Bonnie being in love with a monster like Klaus, but Kol is not innocent. If anything, Kol is more wild and vicious with his games. Lastly, Kol talks about Davina and Marcel accepting Klaus and Bonnie relationship, but he can't accept the relationship between Bonnie and Marcel. In fact, out of all the brothers, Kol hates Marcel because the attention that all three of siblings have given him, especially Klaus. See? Flawed.

Well, that's all folks. Onwards to Take Me Home . . . After I Watch Game of Thrones :) Until next time!