Always and Forever

Here goes my favorite chapter… I really hope you enjoy, cause I certainly enjoyed writing (and re-writing) it!

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Another OUaT reference for those who pay attention!

Finally, please watch Red Widow, it has absolutely nothing supernatural in it, but it's amazing, it stars Goran Višnjić, whose marvelous talent makes me swoon, and I think the ratings are bad and I don't want it to get cancelled!

You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper

Skyscraper – Demi Lovato


Chapter Eleven

"I saw Mother."

"Were you drunk again, Kol?"

"No, Elijah, I wasn't. Not that much, anyway. Mother wishes me to pass her most sincere apology. She seemed to finally understand that killing your own children isn't exactly right. I wonder what gave it away?" said a bitter Kol.

"I thought being cryptic was Klaus' thing, not yours."

"Looked in the mirror lately? It's a family thing brother."

"What did Mother want?"

"Nothing to do with us. She wanted to talk to the witch. It seems we are not just up against the Brotherhood. A coven is responsible for them."

"I don't understand… those are hardly news. I expected witches to be involved in all of this."

"Not just witches. An expression coven. It angers the spirits, which is why they've restored the Bennett witch's powers. But then she lost them. Again."

Elijah pinched his nose between his fingers, closing his eyes in a vain attempt to escape the world. He had spent the better part of a thousand years looking after his brother's debauchery and then after a way to kill that same brother for the death of his other siblings. He had loved a woman whose blood had been used to make him what he was, then loved another woman wearing the same face, only to be betrayed. He had looked for revenge against so many, for so long, he was just tired.

He thought they had finally found some peace, all reunited once again, but his mother had disagreed. With her gone, he'd had the foolish hope that everything would be fine. For one so old, it was admirable that hope could still find a way to his heart. But hearing his brother's words, Elijah seemed to finally understand some ultimate truth; he would never be happy, because monsters did not deserve their happy ending. Salvation was out of reach for creatures like him.

"She said to thank you for taking care of us when she wouldn't," said Kol, breaking the depressing spiral Elijah had fallen into.

Elijah was the older brother, he would always protect them. Maybe he did not deserve happiness, but they did. He dared not think what he would do if someone ever told him that Rebekah did not deserve happiness. After a millennium of betrayals, she too still had hope. She hoped for love, the kind that burns you to ashes, only to be reborn a better person.

Kol deserved to find a reason to hope. As much as he enjoyed himself right now, he deserved to find somebody who would tear down his armor, who would strip him of all his defenses and leave him to bathe in the purity of his feelings. He needed to find someone he'd give his heart to, with no guarantee to ever receive something in exchange.

Klaus deserved time to resolve his trust issues, to understand that his family loved him unconditionally, and that he did not need the love created by a sire bond to feel wanted. Elijah would make it his mission to ensure that his brother never felt alone again, even for a single day.

Elijah would be whatever his siblings needed, always and forever.

"Well, somebody did need to take care of children such as you," smiled Elijah.

That is the moment Damon chose to interrupt, "Not that I want to end this bonding moment you guys seem to have going on, but what the hell did you do to Elena?"

Elijah suddenly stiffened, already expecting the worse. He immediately looked for her, and much to his surprise, he knew exactly where she was. As soon as his eyes fell upon her smiling face, he concentrated on what she was saying, her voice soothing him back to normal. She was congratulating the April girl and seemed so relaxed he could not understand what had triggered Damon's question.

A little bit like a sixth sense, Elena knew somebody was looking at her. While still listening to what April was telling her, she turned her head toward Elijah and saw his look. Even from this far away, she knew he was worried, and she may not know the reason,but she tried to comfort him the only way she could, and she smiled at him, trying to reassure him as if distance did not matter.

Damon was too mad to notice the fact that Elijah had not hesitated for a second when he had looked for Elena, as if they were magnets, but Stefan had noticed. Stefan had also noticed how Elena had reacted to such attention, which only brought him closer to Damon's mental state.

"Elijah, stop pretending, I know what you did," said Stefan, hoping the man would actually reveal something and not call his bluff. As far as he knew, Elijah had done nothing. But Elena was different since coming back from New York, and there had to be a reason for that. Damon mostly blamed Elijah, and Stefan blamed the fact that Elena was a vampire. None of them had thought that maybe Elena was just changing.

"And what exactly are you accusing me of?" Elijah knew the brothers were merely fishing for information and he wasn't about to just hand them everything on a silver platter. However, in this particular situation, he did feel confused, while Kol jumped at the occasion of putting his brother in trouble as well as angering the Salvatores.

"Brother, I think they are referring to the fact that you let Elena drink from you."

Elijah knew he shouldn't have trusted his brother with this piece of information. He had wanted to tell someone and both Rebekah and Klaus had been out of question. Of course, two hundred years away from his brother had affected a bit his memory, because no one in his right mind would actually tell Kol something and expect him to keep it to himself.

Immediately, Damon looked even madder, if such a thing was possible, but Stefan only felt betrayed. While the first was ready for a confrontation with the Original, the second wanted a confrontation with the one who had bitten him.

Stefan quickly walked all the way over to Elena. When April saw the look in his eyes, she knew her presence was definitely not needed and left.

"Were you ever planning on telling me you drank from Elijah?"

Elena groaned and knew she'd been busted. "I'm sorry Stefan, I was just so ashamed! I wasn't myself back then and I was just trying to forget everything that had happened!"

But Stefan couldn't just get over the fact the she had just lied to him. "I don't understand Elena! Why are you ashamed of yourself when you're with me?"

"Just look at your reaction… You should understand why I didn't tell you! I didn't want you to judge me just because I lost control and attacked a friend! And I thought you of all people would understand! You hurt me when you had no emotions, just like I hurt Elijah!"

Right then Stefan understood that she did not know what she had done, but was still confused as to why Elijah had not told her the truth. "Hurt? Elena, blood sharing between vampires is the equivalent to human intimacy! Didn't your Original tell you?"

"Oh!" Shock registered on Elena's face. Elijah had indeed forgotten to enlighten her about that particular fact.

"I'll take that as a no, right, Elena? It's just…" he seemed at a loss of words, "you come back and you're different, and you won't talk to me. Or you talk, but you just lie! When did lying to me became so easy for you, Elena?"

"When did it indeed…"

The hurt on his face was more than Elena could endure, but as if she had somehow been gifted with foresight, she knew where this conversation would end. And he did too.

"Elena, don't. Please."

"You know, Caroline said something earlier about us being a habit. And I know she meant it in a good way. But it made me realize…" Elena paused, trying to soften the blow she was about to deliver, but failing to do so, "I am with you out of habit, not out of feelings."

It had sounded bad in her head, but as she voiced it, she saw that it was even worse. She tried to pick up the pieces, "With everything that has happened in the last few years, you were my rock. But at some point, I started to stand up for myself, and move forward."

"And you moved on without me. How poetic of you, Elena." Stefan was mad and couldn't believe she was doig this to him. After everything they'd been through together, he thought they had finally reached some sort of happy place. He had known there were some unresolved feelings between her and Damon, but he just assumed they would move past it. "Is it because of him?"

"Who's him?" as she frowned.

"Elijah." Just his name was enough to constitute as a whole sentence. There was such history behind that name that the air suddenly became heavy.

"No Stefan, it's not because of Elijah. Though he did make me realize something, even if it was not his intention. Do you remember when he found me after I had run away because I panicked because of the transition?"

Stefan wasn't sure where this was going, but if it could delay what was coming, he'd gladly humor her, "Yes, why?"

"He asked me what I want. I kept telling him what all of you wanted, but he just asked me what I wanted. I think it's right at that moment that something clicked in me, because I remember asking myself, "When was the last time somebody asked you what you wanted?" Stefan, we are together just because. I don't have any reason not to be with you, but I don't have a reason to be with you either. I need a reason." She paused and tried to be tactful, "I love you Stefan, I think I always will."

"What are you saying, Elena?" it might break what was left of his heart, but he just needed to hear her say it.

"Somebody once told me I wanted a love that consumes me. Turns out he was right. I don't want to settle, I want to burn. I may love you Stefan, but I am not in love with you."

"It's just the transition, Elena. Please, give us a chance!" begging her.

Hearing that from him angered her a little and it was clear with her answer, "Stefan, you know just as well as me that being a vampire only magnifies what you are feeling! If I truly loved you, becoming a vampire would have magnified my feelings for you! And yet, nothing happened! Don't tell me you never wondered about it!"

"Elena…"

"Would you prefer if I stayed with you out of pity, Stefan? You know I don't love you the way you love me anymore, and yet you don't want to let me go? Then, allow me to let you go."

"Where does that leave us?"

"Do you really need me to say it, Stefan?" in pained her to have to say it, but she would, "I… we're over." There. Three little words. It was kind of ironic to think that only three words were needed to start a relationship and only three could end one as well.


The hunter had a beautiful scabbard on his hips, hiding from others the sight of the terrible sword he would soon wield. From what he had seen, his two targets were here today, which would only make his job easier. The first one was currently busy talking to the vampire named Damon Salvatore, but the second one was an easy target.

He anticipated his fight with the Original and knew the element of surprise was his best ally. Going at him while he wasn't alone was not in his interest. However, he would need to kill the witch in a secluded area, because if he alerted anybody to his presence, he'd fail his mission. And failure was not an option.

He had been trained by masters in the arts of stealth and knew how to stay unnoticed until the moment he wished his presence to be known. His prey would not escape. None of his prey would.


Bonnie had listened to Stefan's accusations from afar, not willing to interrupt the broken couple. Though ultimately, Stefan was the one more hurt with their ending, she couldn't help but blame him, if only a little, because he was making this so difficult for her. It would have been easier for both of them had he just accepted what he knew was coming.

It was admirable that he didn't want to let go, but that didn't mean he had to ask Elena for a killing blow. He had literally handed her his heart so that she would step on it and crush it. Surely he knew it was breaking her when she was hurting him, even if it was for the best. She hoped with time he'd see that he was better off single rather than in a relationship where he wasn't loved.

When Stefan left, just looking at him pained her. His eyes were hollow, the life sucked out of him. He was a walking corpse. It was a bit of an overreaction in Bonnie's opinion. He was taking the news the same way a teenager would, thinking the end of a relationship meant the end of the world. Maybe it had something to do with being a vampire. Heightened emotions and all. Loving to the brink of destruction.

The moment she saw him leave, she hesitated about delivering her news. Maybe her friend didn't need this right now. Maybe she needed a little time to ponder… well everything. So much was happening, adding fuel to the raging fire that was their lives may not be the best idea.

At the same time, she knew she'd have to tell her friend at one point or another, and chances were that Elena would be mad that she hadn't spilled earlier, giving her a speech about how hiding the truth was the same thing as lying. Bonnie wasn't a liar, she was a protector. She had failed to protect her friend in life, but in death, she would. And that meant telling her.

When she saw him talking to Damon across the park, she knew she was making the right decision and she finally stepped forward. It's not like what she had to say would change their lives in a permanent way, just that they would need to include him in their plan from now on.

"Elena, we need to talk."

Elena may be a vampire, but she could still be startled, especially when she was lost in thoughts over a bad breakup. Breakup. The word resonated in her mind, bouncing around in the confines of her skull. She had ended things with Stefan. Right after she had finally made her choice between him and his brother. What would everyone think? She realized she didn't care. She may not be happy at the moment, but she was content with her decision. It felt right.

Even if she had still been in love with him, knowing herself, she knew they were heading there anyway. As she had told Elijah, she could only be selfless if she let them both go, because tearing the two brothers apart was a selfish thing to do. Yet, in a strange way, she was glad she had broken up with Stefan because she didn't love him anymore, because that meant she had done it for herself. She'd have been miserable for so long if she'd only left him in order to save his relationship with his brother.

Lately, with Stefan, she had felt trapped, like a caged bird. She would not tell him that, but the moment she made her decision, she had felt the lock open, and she was free. She was sad, but mostly, she was high, so she was ready to accept whatever news Bonnie would bring. Judging from her frown, nothing good.

"I know you've just broken up with Stefan, I kinda overheard…"

"I believe you mean eavesdropped…" smiled Elena, trying to lighten up the situation.

And then, many things happened simultaneously. The Hunter, who had been planning to wait, lost it when he saw his target being so friendly with the vampire bitch. He unsheathed his sword in one swift move and raised it high in the air, ready to claim her heart.

On the other side of the park, Kol, bored with Damon's ranting, had let his eyes wander. That's when he saw the sword, aimed at the witch's beating heart. If he had known his bodyguard job would be that much trouble when he had heard Klaus request, he'd have refused. But he had thought his job would consist of mostly nothing, giving him plenty enough of free time to make up for two hundred years of lost sex. But this one had a knack for getting herself in trouble. And she was just so stubborn that she never told him where she was going, trying to escape him. He had come here thinking she'd stay at home, and had ordered one of the hybrids to look after her. He briefly wondered what had happened to said hybrid, but there wasn't much time left.

He used his vampire speed to get to Bonnie's side, hoping to push her out of the way. Unfortunately, even he wasn't quick enough, and the sword was about to pierce her heart. The sword wouldn't hurt him, he was a vampire. Moreover, he was an Original, so even a stake wouldn't kill him. Or so he foolishly thought when he impulsively put himself between the sword and Bonnie.

Still ranting, Damon never noticed that Elijah's eyes had left him to look at whatever had caught his brother's attention and had made him lose any notion of subtlety. He almost expected it to be another beautiful woman with a low cut dress, but his already dead heart stopped when he saw the sword.

Klaus and he had made a mistake when they had kept their knowledge of the swords' powers hidden. That was blatantly evident, as he saw his brother put himself in the path of the sword. His desperate cry died in his throat as the Hunter impaled his brother on three feet of steel.

At first, the Hunter was enraged that someone had dared to keep his sword from taking the life of its intended target. But then his ears were filled with his sword's chant and he couldn't help but laugh. Of all the vampires that could have put themselves in front of the witch, only one could have died from the wound. And that one was currently staring at him with his sword through his heart. A sword that had named him. A sword that had craved for his blood. A sword that had accomplished his purpose.

He grinned like a child at the soon-to-be dead Original, knowing that even if he had lost his chance to kill the witch, it was worth it. There were only three of them left, now. The others would carry on the mission.

Maybe, if he was lucky, another sword would choose him and he's get the opportunity to kill another. Hopefully, it'd be the blonde one. His grin quickly faded when he saw what he thought was a corpse grip the weapon with both his hands and use it as a hold to bring him closer to the Hunter. Still thinking he was invincible, Kol smiled as his hand shot forward and gripped the bloodthirsty killer's heart. At the same time he yanked it out, he saw his name engraved in the sword, just below the hilt. How strange, he thought.

His legs lost whatever strength was left in them, and his knees hit the ground. Immediately, Elijah was at his side, his eyes conveying a pain no words could describe. He retrieved the sword, looking for a name he knew would be there but still hoped wouldn't.

He kneeled next to his brother, taking him into his arms. Mikaelsons never hugged, yet Elijah held on to his brother as if he could keep him alive with sheer force of will. And yet his brother was dying.

Slowly, starting from his heart, Kol's veins started to blacken, creeping up to his neck. He seemed to understand his death was coming and thought how ironic it was that he had unknowingly given his life to save the witch's.

Klaus was laughing at something Caroline had said when he felt a sudden pain in his chest, as if his heart was being torn apart. He gripped his chest in anguish and tried to understand what was happening. Fear took him, and he just knew.

"What have you done? Was that yet another one of your schemes?" he spat.

Caroline had never seen Klaus lose it like that, even though it wasn't the first time he accused her of something of the sort. "Klaus, I swear, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

But he just gripped her shoulders and shook her hard, like a ragged doll, "Don't lie to me, Caroline! I trusted you, and now my brother is dead! Only Damon had a white oak stake, so don't pretend you didn't know what was going on!" he shouted.

"Enough!" she answered, screaming just as loudly as he was, "I understand you are a distrustful crazy old idiot, but I didn't do anything. Now, you're hurting me, so let me go and we'll go see what happened!"

Klaus looked at his hands as if they didn't belong to him, the foreign fingers pressed so hard into her skin bones would break soon.

They arrived to the scene shortly after, where most people had gathered around Elena, Bonnie, Elijah, Damon and Stefan, who were already surrounding a dying Kol. Klaus saw the sword lying on the ground, next to the Hunter's body, and he only felt a despair he saw mirrored in Elijah's eyes.

When Death finally claimed his brother, all hell broke loose. Every single person was silent, either from grief or shock, until a desperate cry pierced the air, coming from none other than Bonnie. She pushed Elena aside as well as Elijah and dropped to the ground, tearing Kol's shirt apart to look at the wound.

She looked like a mad woman, as she was muttering to herself and hitting Kol. Elijah tried to pry her away, "Bonnie, I am truly sorry for your loss, I wasn't aware of the depth of the feelings you harbored for my brother. But you need to stop, now. As much as it pains me to admit, my brother has left this world."

Bonnie shot an accusatory glance toward Elijah, moving it to Damon and Stefan right after, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "You don't understand, none of you do! Why is it that you never asked! If you'd had, this wouldn't be happening! This is all your fault! All of you!"

Damon, always the considerate one asked what was on everyone's mind, but without the tact Stefan would have had, "Look, Judgey, he's an Original, since when do you care about their fate? Weren't you their mother's pet not so long ago?"

Damon's intervention just broke the last shred of sanity in Bonnie's mind, and as anger overtook her, something exploded in her. She felt as if whatever restraints that had been placed upon her had snapped. She sensed a surge of magic coming through her and fashioned it as a blow she gave Damon, making him fly across the field, crashing several meters further.

"He sired her line!" She may not have pointed to Elena, yet no one misunderstood who was her. "When I got my magic back, I tracked the blood Dr. Fell used, just like you should have done yourselves!" her voice breaking at the last words.

The implications of such a relation dawned upon them and their gazes turned to Elena in fear.

"Well, I was always meant to die anyway. I escaped it long enough…" but she didn't really mean it. She wasn't ready to die. She might have thought she was, but now that she was about to, she realized that she wanted to live.

As much pain as Stefan and Damon were right now, it was nothing compared to what Elijah's, who had just lost a brother and was about to lose the life of a dear friend.

"Elena, I beg of you, please don't say something like that. Bonnie, is there a way to sever the connection of the blood line?"

Klaus and Caroline joined them, and Elijah felt closer to his brother than he had ever felt, knowing they were the last remaining brothers of the family. He drew energy from him, trying to find the strength to be the big brother Klaus needed right now. Never before had Klaus looked so broken, even when Finn had died. He was much closer to his little brother, who happened to be just as mischievous as he was.

"They will pay. Even if I have to end this world for that to happen, those witches will pay with their life. They will pay with their pain!" raged Klaus.

"Okay, guys, I know now may not be the best time to say this, but somebody has to… We need to compel the whole town, because I don't think we can find a good enough reason to explain all of this."

When nobody moved, Caroline hated herself for pressing the issue, but knew it had to be one, "Klaus, just call your hybrids, they can do it. We need to move the corp – your brother's body."

Klaus absently nodded and gestured for his hybrids to do as she had just said. When he and Elijah both took a step forward to take care of their brother, Bonnie knocked them away and when they tried to come closer, they were stopped by a magic barrier. "Bonnie, what are you doing? Let us pass!" ordered Elijah.

But Bonnie was past listening, and she just concentrated on the power that flowed inside her. She put her hands on Kol's bloodied chest and started chanting. It was an old spell, one she had come across in Anyelle's book. It was a powerful spell ad she wasn't sure she could survive it, but she had to try.

She was glad she had memorized it on a whim, while hoping she would never have to use it. This magic was pure, not like the dark energy she had used to bring Jeremy back from the dead, or save Klaus from death. This magic was life itself, but as witch knew, magic always comes with a price, and the more powerful the magic, the higher the price.

As she kept chanting, she felt the dam starting to repair itself and knew the expression witches, no matter where they were hiding, were trying to muzzle her again. She couldn't really afford to divert any of her energy, but her anger was giving her abyssal powers. She locked on the signature of the spell that was weaving itself around her, and followed it back to its origin, to a circle of witches holding hands, eyes closed.

As if they felt her ethereal presence, they all opened their eyes at once, revealing black irises with not a trace of white left. They looked alarmed at her power. Bonnie didn't wait for them to recover from their surprise and blew all the candles, as well as knocking half of them out while the other half was left powerless from the sudden break in the connection. Knowing it would take them a while to recover, Bonnie reintegrated her body and continued the spell.

The spell was taking its toll on her body, as blood started to run down her nose. That was only the beginning, because soon, she was also spewing blood.

Seeing that, Elena tried to move forward, begging her fried to stop, "Bonnie, what's happening to you? Bonnie, let me in, please! It's okay, I accepted my fate long ago, don't fight it, please!" She was hitting the barrier with her fists, slowly sinking to the ground as life was leaving her friend. "I can't live knowing your life was the price Bonnie!"

Though he was besieged with is own sorrow, Elijah couldn't help but feel Elena's as well. He took the sobbing mess she was in his arms, soothing her by holding her close, just like he had when she was having hallucinations. Rocking her back and forth, he was murmuring to her, "Try to understand her anguish, lovely Elena. You have always been ready to sacrifice yourself for your friends' lives. Does it surprise you that much that they are ready to the same for yours?"

"You just want her to save your brother! You don't care about her!"

"Can you really blame me for that?" he quietly asked.

No. She didn't say it aloud, but he understood it anyway, and just held her tighter to his body.

Bonnie had known the moment she had started that her death would be the price, but she now doubted that she would be able to complete her spell before that happened. Her skin was breaking; wounds were opening on every inch of her body. Still, she kept chanting, her voice never wavering the slightest. When she heard – and felt – her bones snap, she knew the end was near and she was nowhere close to succeeding.

Elijah's hope was getting dimmer and dimmer with every new injury Bonnie suffered. He suddenly felt a presence appear close to him. When he looked up, he saw Esther, tear in her eyes, looking at Bonnie. The smile that was plastered on her face sickened Elijah and he lashed out, "Is that what you wanted, Mother? The death of another of your children? At least he left this world thinking you loved him, not aware of your betrayal!"

Unfazed by her elder son's words, she asked him in a kind tone, "Do you know what she is doing? Even I am amazed by it. She sure has some gut."

When she was rewarded by disgust, she continued, "She learned from her mistakes. She knows she cannot simply bring him back from the dead like she did with the Gilbert boy. So she's binding his life to hers. It's similar to what I did to Alaric when I bound him to the doppelgänger. But what she is doing is much more complicated, much more demanding. With my binding, when one died, so did the other. She is trying to impose her will upon the bond, making her life force sufficient for the both of them. She truly is a selfless girl, sharing her soul like that."

At that, Elena's sobs quieted down a little enough that she asked, "Then why is she dying?"

"My son may technically have died a millennium ago, but he walked this earth for more than twenty lifetimes. He sired many vampires, who also sired others. There is no way a human, even if the human is a Bennett witch, can withstand the toll the spell asks for so many lives. But she is strong; she almost bent nature to her will."

"So she will die?" spasms shaking her whole body.

"Not yet. Look, Elena. Family above all else. Always and forever."

So she looked. A flash of white light blinded her and while her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she thought she could see a hazy shadow near her friend. The sight of Bonnie broke her heart. The witch had practically collapsed on the Kol's body, she was covered in blood, and yet, though no human could have heard it, her vampire hearing picked a whisper from her cracked lips. She was still trying to sustain his life with hers, and she probably knew that she couldn't, but she wouldn't give up.

The shadow seemed to solidify and she recognized Bonnie's grandmother. Then, more shadows appeared, some she recognized from old pictures, then some that she recognized from paintings because they were from a time where photography did not exist. More and more kept appearing; mothers, daughters, sisters, the complete Bennett line, all the way to – "Ayana," whispered Elijah, recognizing his mother's old friend. She turned her head toward him and smiled at him, sending him some warmth in waves.

They all circled around Kol and Bonnie, who had not even noticed their arrival. Taking each other's hands, they started chanting the same complex spell Bonnie was, but their voices were stronger, more powerful. They carried such power she could feel it in her soul.

Elena felt the barrier disappear through her fingers, and she wavered over leaving or not Elijah's arms to help Bonnie. In the end, his embrace may feel good, but she knew Bonnie needed a friend even more. She attempted to move, but Elijah just held her tighter, whispering in her ear, "Wait. Don't you see?"

"Yes, I can see she's dying Elijah!"

"No. Family above all else. Always and forever. The whole Bennett family, since Ayana herself, decided to save your friend. She may not have been enough to sustain twenty lifetimes, but with them, she is enough to sustain thousands of years."

"They are not only saving her, they are making her stronger," marvelled Elena.

"Yes. Now dry those tears, miss Gilbert, and watch the power of family," said Elijah, still whispering in her ear.

And so they watched as Bonnie's body started to heal, the wounds closing and the bones righting themselves. When the bleeding finally stopped, Bonnie regained some awareness and straightened up. She felt the power pulsing through her body and tears of joy escaped her eyes. She could feel the magic finally working, as her life force was now more than enough to bring Kol back.

Abruptly, she found herself pulled by Kol's blood and saw ties that spread all over the world, leading to all his descendants. She felt appalled at the sight, as it dawned upon her what it was she'd been trying to do.

"Everything will be alright, sweet grandchild of mine," said her grams.

As the incantation came to an end, she felt something akin to a ribbon wrap itself around Kol and her, binding them forever, for as long as they'd lived, both of them would feed off from the other's life.

Just as Kol's eyes shot opened and he drew a laborious breath, Bonnie felt the exhaustion from her spell and finally collapsed on Kol's awakening body.

Sorry if you got bored because of the lenght, I didn't expect it to be so long... I just kinda lost it :)