Note: Hoo-wee, bet you didn't see this one coming, or maybe you did?
A rad song to listen to would be "5:57" by Movement.
The GROOVE, the GROOVE !
Chapter Nine: Kismet
Bonnie felt weightless and terrified. Just as suddenly as Klaus' disappearance from their dream world, so quickly was she suspended in a stark nothingness. A sharp yelp burst from her lips as she was dropped onto a floor.
Flashing upright in a panic, her eyes, blind in the darkness, began to fill with frightened tears. Perhaps absorbing the magic of two of the most powerful witches in history had finally caught up with her. God, Damon was going to be furious.
"Hello?" Bonnie called. A warm hand smoothed across her shoulder blades and she screamed.
"Hush now," a mellifluous voice coaxed her, "There's no need to be afraid."
"There's a need," Bonnie disagreed, spinning around trying to scramble away from whoever or whatever was near her. She felt surrounded by the unidentified creature's presence. "If this is about Esther or Dahlia –"
"It is," the voice agreed, and Bonnie's heart dropped, "But it is more about you."
"Who are you?" Bonnie hated the apprehension in her voice, knowing that she was just waiting for it; waiting for the tide to turn back against her. It'd been too peaceful, the universe too amicable toward her. It was something she should have known she could never leave behind in Mystic Falls.
"I am of The First," the voice became familiar, impossibly so, and a light edged its way into Bonnie's vision; filling it with a slow illumination, a warmth, a clearing. "I am a Deusa."
"A goddess?" Bonnie blinked stupidly as it all came into focus. The woman before her smiled. Her skin was the colour of bitter chocolate, smooth and flawless. Her eyes shone with a dazzling honeyed gleam, and Bonnie's breath caught at the very sight of her. The Deusa's hair was shaved off entirely, and her full lips were a brilliant vermillion shade.
"One of many." The Deusa informed her. "I've waited a long time to meet you, Bonnie."
"W-why?" Was all the witch could manage to stutter.
"It simply wasn't meant to be at a point before this," the Deusa said with a small smile, "But you haven't been the only one waiting to see how this would all end."
"Meant to be?" Bonnie stammered, "What do you mean how it would all end? Where is Hope? And her father?"
"They are safe," The goddess smiled, "For now. As are you, by the way." Her golden eyes simmered. "Do you know why you can host so many forms of magic?"
"No, I was too busy trying to save the world, doing the right thing." Bonnie answered easily.
"Wrong," the Deusa said with a curl in her lip, "The right thing would have been to put your own life into the equation. What kind of world do you think you'd leave behind if you're the only one who can save it?"
"What is that supposed to mean?" Bonnie reared backwards.
"It means, Bonnie, that you should stop and consider the consequences of your actions, if not for your sake, then for the ones closest to you" The Deusa spoke regally, "This life you've made for yourself has pulled you so far from all of us, but you haven't changed a bit have you?"
"Who are you talking about?" Bonnie cried. "You don't know me."
"Wrong again," Bonnie heard as her eyes went out of focus, "You're the one who doesn't know who you are."
Her vision was sucked into a vortex of spinning light until she found herself back in the gardenland of her dreams with Klaus and Hope. The child was sound asleep still, and Bonnie made her way over to the baby. Needing some form of even the most fleeting familiarity.
A flicker of her vision saw Hope sitting upright on her own, wide blue eyes fixed on the Bennett witch.
"…Hope?" Bonnie flounced down in front of the child, "Why are you here all alone?"
I'm not alone.
Bonnie looked around to see who had spoken.
"Was that you? In my head?" The witch asked.
Technically, anything that happens in your dream, is in your head.
"I never thought I'd meet a sarcastic baby that wasn't named Damon Salvatore," Bonnie mused, "But tell me, if you're not alone. Who are you with?" Instead of answering the child simply raised its arms, wiggling her tiny fingers. "Alright." Bonnie lifted the girl into her arms, helplessly smiling down at the beautiful child as Hope lifted a hand to cup Bonnie's cheek.
Bonnie was assaulted with a series of seemingly disconnected images. First of Esther. Then Dahlia. Then she felt the tug of Hope's magic in her chest. There was no other word for it, the child held a power within her. Bonnie saw a memory of her own float to the surface of her mind's eye. Quetsiyah. Then the rock from the Prison World which she'd used to escape. Then Ms Cuddles. Which had held her own powers.
Do you know how much power is within you, yet?
"I'm getting an idea."
Beyond your strength; a merging of bloodlines such as this, hailing from someone of your creed – do you have any idea what it means?
"I doubt anything I can say will come close to what's actually happening right now."
Let's just say, my father is no longer a novel concept.
"I'm more interested to know how we're communicating right now, if you're just a child."
I've never been just a child.
Of course, Bonnie realised, Hope was an Oracle.
Bonnie didn't have the time to explain why she'd woken up in a cold sweat, determined to get to the Mikaelson Estate. Damon was bewildered, sleep-disoriented and annoyed.
"First you told me that Klaus has a child," he griped, pulling a fresh shirt over his head, "Now you're telling me that you've been having dreams about her, where she was speaking, full sentences if I understand correctly and now, what, you want to go over for a play-date?"
"I'm not asking you to come with me Damon."
"No, what you're asking is worse, you're asking me to stay behind." She stopped towelling her hair and looked over at him. "I don't know how much you've repressed from your life in Mystic Falls but they have never, ever, been the kind of people that you just go and visit."
"I'm not going to see them." Bonnie frowned as the tousled her hair with her hands, "I'm going to see her…I'm going to see Hope."
"…Do you think she's expecting you?" His face contorted with his incredulity.
"I, well…yes. Yes, I think she is."
"Can we just take a moment to realise the context of this situation," Damon reasoned as he circled around her so she could look him in the eye, "Klaus Mikaelson's baby came to you in a dream and waxed poetic about the lineage of magic and now you're going to her home, infiltrated by the likes of Elijah and that annoying Marcel, who are probably plotting against you and your magic as we speak, so that…you can hang out with her in person?"
"Damon," Bonnie inhaled through her nose, "I don't need it to make sense. No part of my magical life ever has. All I know is that I'd rather understand this connection with Hope than –"
"…Than, what?" He prompted when she didn't say anything, "…If you're going to tell me you've been dreaming about Klaus as well, I may actually drop dead."
"…Good thing you're dead already, so all you'll have to do now is hit the floor."
"Bonnie!"
"I don't know what's happening!" She cried. "I was drawn here, by the magic of two witches that Klaus killed, of course some kind of impression would be left behind once I took all of it in. It makes sense. He's the reason they're dead, which makes him a part of why their power is now inside of me, it makes sense. I'm not worried about seeing Klaus wherever I go. I'm worried about Hope. If there's a connection there, it might have something to do with her mother, or mine, like, maybe she was a witch too, it would explain so much," the Deusa had called her an Oracle –
"I don't like any of this."
"All I really know right now, is that that little girl needs me, and I can be there for her, every little girl deserves someone to be there for her." Bonnie's expression was resolute. "…Come with me?"
"Fine. But I'm complaining the entire way there." Damon scowled. "And next time you start dreaming about people we hate and that have tried to kill us, maybe not wait until a moment like this to make it known?" the elder Salvatore lifted his brows expectantly while he watched her pull on one of his leather jackets.
Bonnie gave herself a once over, almost impatiently before pulling at his arm.
"Sure, yes, great, whatever, I'm driving."
When the duo arrived outside the compound, Elijah was waiting in the driveway, brooding.
Bonnie held up a hand as Damon geared up to ask another question about her meeting with a Deusa that she didn't have the answer to.
"I'll deal with this," Bonnie said, reappearing in front of the original vampire, leaving a befuddled Salvatore in the car. "Good morning, Elijah. I doubt formalities are worth much between us, so I'll skip to the real reason I'm here. I've come to see Hope."
"Out of the question." The man hissed.
"I wasn't asking." Bonnie said with a slow smile.
"You've overstayed your welcome." He said slowly, gritting his teeth as he enunciated the threat.
"Says the immortal who's been alive longer than anyone deserves." She quipped. "Do you want me to incapacitate you now, or in front of your guards?" She lifted a brow in the direction of the people she spoke of, Elijah blanching when he saw them floating, mouth agape, bodies frozen in surprise.
"Klaus will never allow harm to come to the child."
"I don't have the time or emotional strength to explain how ironic that is coming from you who did nothing but torture and obliterate children and their families in the name of your own. Klaus has nothing to fear from me when it comes to Hope," Bonnie's eyes twisted black, "I am nothing like you, or your kind, I am not cruel, or merciless or unforgiving. I am not bitter or maniacal enough to harm a child" she closed some of the space between them, her magic billowing off of her in waves of electricity, pulling at Elijah's life force. He felt his innards twist at their proximity to her magic.
"Don't dare question my moral code, don't dare question my intentions and don't ever speak to me again unless it is to apologise for your very existence you spineless, ignorant, entitled, pathetic excuse of a man." With that, she flung her car door open for Damon to exit at the same time she snapped Elijah's neck, scowling at his form as it dropped to the cobbled ground.
"God he's the worst." Bonnie groaned as Damon came to stand beside her.
"No kidding."
"Well I suppose I have to let you in, don't I?" Klaus' voice called to them from the doorway. A tense moment passed between the three of them as Bonnie bristled at finally seeing him in person. A quick glimmer in his eyes told her that he'd been both expecting and dreading this moment.
"Like I said to your brother," Bonnie squared her shoulders, "I wasn't asking for permission."
The tension in the room was palpable while they waited for Freya to appear with the infant. Damon was hovering near the bay window, eyes flitting over the other people present.
Marcel and Rebekah stood near the doorway, while Klaus was standing in the dead centre facing Bonnie, whose face had gone blank as she waited.
She was the first to react to the child's heartbeat nearing them.
The minute Hope entered the room, her eyes closed in on Bonnie. A thud of power passed between them as their energies acknowledged one another.
Everyone in the room felt it.
The baby lifted its arms to Bonnie as she stepped forward.
"Wait." Klaus' voice deterred them both. "She's my daughter."
"Klaus," Bonnie locked eyes with him, "I would never." Chills ran across his skin as the fervency of her meaning to reassure him. "I promise you." Turning back to Hope, she extended her arms, a breathy laugh punctuating their contact. "Hello you." Hope cooed in return, wide blue eyes dancing with happiness. "You were far more talkative in my head." Hope raised her hand to Bonnie's cheek.
Klaus Mikaelson was speechless.
I can't speak yet.
"That's alright," Bonnie assured her, having forgotten everyone else in the room, "I can hear you just fine." She smiled over at Damon briefly. Every vampire in the room was stiff with shock.
Bonnie –
Their eyes connected, Bonnie's brow furrowed with concern at the way her name sounded in that instant.
Please help my mother.
"Where is she?" Bonnie wondered.
She's here. But father had her curse put in retrograde so she would only be out of her wolf form over a full moon.
So her mother was a wolf.
"Unbelievable." Bonnie glared over Hope's head at Klaus, his jaw clenching at her expression. "What else has he done?"
Nothing anyone should expect you to fix.
I only ask because she's my mother.
I know you have no allegiances, and I don't expect any kindness, but –
"She's your mother," Bonnie finished for her aloud, "I understand."
Thank you.
"Sure."
In return, I have something for you.
A map unfolded in Bonnie's mind's eye. A few points shone brightly over scattered locations.
These are the sites of witch murders of those hailing from the purest bloodlines. It's time for them to return to their source.
To return to you.
"How could you possibly know any of this?" Bonnie gasped.
My magic is more of a sensor than its own power. I don't think I'll ever really be a witch.
"I –"
Enough about me. Find these sources and come to learn why you can never die, why you will never die. You're the mother of all magic. The entire lineage of Bennett women always were.
Claim your birth right, like my father claimed his.
"Where can I find your mother?" Bonnie asked the child.
"I can help with that." Elijah appeared in the doorway, nursing a tumbler of scotch as he massaged the back of his stiff neck. Bonnie nodded.
Her eyes went around the room as she held Hope.
"If any of you touch Damon I'll burn this house, and your bodies to the ground."
She dropped her gaze to the small girl in her arms, "And if you ever need me again, you let me know, and I'll be here. Got that?"
Thank you, Bonnie.
Handing the child over to Rebekah, Bonnie locked eyes with Damon and nodded.
"Be right back, I have to go see a Hybrid about an ass-kicking."
Before Bonnie had any intention of seeking out Hayley – Hayley of all people, she needed a word with the infamous Hybrid.
Walking behind him to his quarters, it had taken everything in her not to blow his head clear off of his shoulders.
What a misogynistic, arrogant, ignorant -
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Bonnie snarled, pushing her magic at him until he was pressed up against the wall of his bedroom. "She's where she belongs?" Bonnie threw his own words of Hayley back at him, "I must commend you for your logic Klaus, truly, it's aversion to the gravity of sense is outstanding."
"Let me down." Klaus heaved from where he hung suspended.
"Hell no," Bonnie yelled, "What is wrong with you?" Bonnie felt her own experience frazzle her thinking, "Is this what you think it means to love someone? To protect them? When you treat her no better than you do your enemies?" Bonnie's chest was rising and falling rapidly. "To isolate her from her mother, like you did me when you came for Elena. How dare you!" Klaus cried out as a bone split in his shoulder.
Why did helpless girls always have to suffer at the hands of power hungry monsters? Why?
"You haven't learned a goddamn thing if you'd do this to your own blood," the furious witch ground out, "You haven't changed, you haven't thought to change. You think that because you have the chance at being a father, again might I add, that you ever fulfilled the role the first time around?"
"You don't know a thing about me!" He yelled, aware that blood spurted from his lips as his body seized under the pressure of her magic.
"I don't need to know what you think of yourself when I can clearly see the kind of person that you are." Bonnie walked towards him. "The kind of man who spent his whole life resenting his father only to become him, the kind of man who uses the same sense of discontent under the guise of love to control the only people who can stand to be around him." Bonnie's eyes were wild. "The kind of man who took more from me than he ever will admit to. The kind of man who will happily hide behind the choices made on his behalf, to absolve himself as if he'll ever even see judgement day."
"Men like you go straight to hell Klaus, no matter who they love, how many times they love, or who forgives them, or how often they'll apologise." Bonnie tilted her chin up to sneer at him. "Taking Hope's mother away from her makes you her first enemy, there are no two ways about that. And standing here in front of me, following me, bullying me into your company is a far cry from the apology I deserve from you."
"Your love of Damon makes you a hypocrite." Klaus spat, grasping at straws to ward off the effects of her words.
"At the very least that man feels remorse," Bonnie defended, "what happens to his soul when he dies is in his own hands, but he's done right by me and is painfully aware of his lot. I won't play god with his conscience, but facing a godless man like you leaves me no choice." Her eyes turned to dark ink.
"Heed my warning Niklaus," her voice dropped low and thrummed with power as she spoke, "I will return the child's mother to her, and I will do everything in my power to undo the damage you've caused to me and my kind. And that will be the last you'll ever hear of me, unless you'd like me to take your life as well." With that, she spun on her heel and he listened as the click of her boots faded away, before his body dropped unceremoniously to the floor.
A/N: There's a part of this story that I've been planning since before my hiatus circa 2015 and I cannot wait to get the ball rolling with that.
Also, there's very little research I'm putting into the histories of witches and the like, but yay! Hope is an Oracle, Bonnie is the G.O.A.T and Klaus is getting his ass kicked off the top of the food chain, and the same goes for his annoying siblings.
The Full Moon is coming, and with it, we take all this to the next level! Elijah thinks that he's getting what he wants, and that as usual, things are falling in his favour. HA, that's all I'm gonna say about that.
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