Okay, before I begin I just want to take a quick moment to not only share your enthusiasm for another chapter (finally) but to also thank you all so very much for your patience. (I personally don't think that I could be as patient as you guys are. Lol.) You see, my time is being constricted because not only am I in college but I am also taking a few night classes a couple of times a week. However I have persevered despite all and bid you all welcome to Chapter 11 (Already?!) of Those Little Dark Desires; and I have to say that I love how this story is progressing.

To settle any present and future worries that you may have – this will forever be a Klaus x Bonnie x Kol story. As of right now I am simply laying out Qetsiyah's history because she will play a huge role in Bonnie's life… protecting Bonnie from the inside out so to speak. Helping Bonnie grow as a person, as a witch and allow her to understand that she is worth it. That things can and will get better.

It will not take 'forever' to do Qetsiyah's story… a rough estimate will be about htree more chapters; maybe less. Three seems to be the approximant number though, as to not overcrowd details or make it longer than need be... (I usually stop when I hit 4,000 words but I could also do an overview – sort of – to speed things along. The next chapter will explain exactly what Silas does to abruptly change her outlook of him… and it won't be pretty.

I really hope that you like this chapter.

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Previously on Chapter 10:

It was in this moment that the man had set his sights on her and as a predatory glint slowly entered Silas's forest green orbs, both Kol and Klaus knew that from this point on - they weren't going to like the events shown to them. That the truth would be so twisted that the story of Silas and Qetsiyah would hold nothing but lies, just as Qetsiyah had previously claimed to them. They were expecting as much, but who would have thought that Qetsiyah hated him in the beginning? Wanted nothing to do with him despite his obvious interest and Amara's infatuation towards him..? There was a story there between these three people, one yet to be revealed.. along with the answer of what had Silas done to make her go from this hostile ... to being able to love and care for him. What sin had Silas's obsession of Qetsiyah drove him to commit? To think it necessary to obtain her in any way possible?

Though both the brothers knew naught the answers to such questions as of yet, they also knew that nothing good could come out of such a possessive look that was etched upon the dark warlock's face..

...Nothing good at all..

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The sun was just beginning to set; bleeding the sky above the earth with soft swirls of golds, pinks, orange and yellow that started to quickly overlap the previously soft blue of the day as Qetsiyah slowly stepped out of her "mother's" tent into the warmth that still shrouded them in the daylight. Her bright green orbs took the moment after adjustment to scan the camp for any sign of ongoing issues that was in need of any possible assistance - only to find none, Qetsiyah discovered with an answering nod of approval before she continued on.

A heavy sigh threatened to force passed the concealment of her lips as she thought over what Alessia and the other Elders had spoken to her of. They had lingered in this area for naught even a month now and already there was talk of relocation. Having been forced to go from a stable home life with Saherra for the first half of her childhood to this, made Qetsiyah grow wary and dread the coming of time when they were once again forced to move. The ever changing of their surroundings was something that Qetsiyah thought herself never to grow used to.. And yet in the same sense she also couldn't deny it was safer for them in the long run. After all, when you practiced unrestricted magick, you were bound to make several enemies of other magicals that thought your actions to be immoral - of both living and of the dead. These people were self-righteous in both their fear of pushing their magick further - achieving new, unadulterated heights - as well as the guidelines set before them by the dead that fought against the afterlife and judged the living … wherever that 'afterlife' may be. Personally, Qetsiyah not so privately thought such thoughts to be foolish indeed.

Just as she walked passed a small, controlled and smoking campfire that was slowly but surely dying out; leaving the air around it to smell of ash, did the little hairs that bordered the back of Qetsiyah's hairline stand up on end with awareness. There was only one person that resided from within the Travelers that succeeded in making all of her nerves stand up on end and with clenched teeth, Qetsiyah wondered vaguely if there was any chance she could make it to the serenity of her own tent without trouble coming from him. Mentally, she couldn't help but curse the day that he had been accepted into their growing 'family' .. for it was only the beginning of the end, that much Qetsiyah was certain of.

Over the previous years, Alessia was one of the very few that attempted to understand her and had succeeded in doing so better than half of the other Travelers around them. Sure, they had all slowly became a family to her - distant or otherwise - each one fulfilling a role of some kind within her life … but Qetsiyah knew for certain that no one would be able to replace Saherra in her heart. The woman that raised her with morals and values, had treated her despite her young age as a human being with ideas, depth, intellect and dreams.. Had made her understand quite plainly that even if Qetsiyah had not been born from her womb, that Saherra had still loved her as her own childe. That even if she had been abandoned in the wilderness by a set of parents that Qetsiyah may never get the chance to meet… there had been someone out there who cared for her anyway. Saherra, who sheltered Qetsiyah from the other villagers even at the cost of her life, had lived within Qetsiyah's thoughts long after her death. Surrounded by people such as these, even Markos who played the role of a stern yet impassive Uncle… Qetsiyah found no greater example for the word 'kindness' than what they had graced her with.

It was here, amongst people so alike her that possessed the power that she almost had been killed for … that she had found them to be kindred spirits that eclipsed her own beating heart. They were all accepted for one reason or another; whether it was of power, strength, usefulness or some previously concealed talent that had come to just could comprehend what his reason was … Qetsiyah supposed that he possessed stronger magick than what would be considered average, but she also felt that he had plenty of room to improve. Often Silas could be caught looking down upon someone with either mocking amusement or disdain, as if their attempts to strengthen themselves and hone their God given craft amused him to no end. Furthermore, Qetsiyah viewed him as an outsider to their magical family .. and with every moment she was forced to be around him, she only became more aware of how his aura cried out to her own with it's dark intent. Something was wrong with him - in both mind and in magic - and Qetsiyah simply couldn't understand why so many others around them could not sense it.

The way she behaved to, and around, him left no room to miscomprehend how she precisely felt about him… So why then was it that he was seeking her out now? Was he really that mindless or was he simply pretending to be ignorant?! Either way it was really starting to cause ire within her. Qetsiyah's posture coiled snakelike upon instinct as frustration pulsed through her veins; after one long, lingering moment she twisted her body to confront him with fire alight from within her eyes. He was actually closer than she had expected him to be, only about two feet away from her but she forbid herself to reveal just how surprised she was.. After making sure to mentally add 'creepy' to his long list of characteristics that she despised of course.

"Are you stalking me?" Qetsiyah made sure that the voiced question only held a dry tone, her other emotions carefully concealed in an effort to not allow them to bleed through her blank expression.

His answering smirk that silently widened at her question made her feel as if he were taunting her just like he had done with so many of the others; his lingering eyes that now assessed her from head to toe made her feel much more exposed than she would ever admit to anyone. He spoke then in an almost purr… or at least his 'best attempt' at trying to do so, "Can you find fault in me if I were? I find myself encaptured by both your powerful magick and your beauty, Qetsiyah."

She concealed the shiver of disgust that traveled down her spine when he spoke her name, the glint in his eyes shone brightly as he scanned her face like he actually thought she would be grateful for his attention … as if he truly he thought he was something to be gawked at. Amusement bubbled from within the depths of her body and before Qetsiyah knew what she was doing, a melodic laugh spilled from her lips. Through blurred vision that came with her tears, she bare witnessed to an an abrupt change in his expression at her taunting laugh that echoed within the ears of many; embarrassing him further than she had ever done in the past. His face was still flushed with anger even when she finally collected herself to give him a, what she wholeheartedly believed to be the first and last, smile. "Flattery, that you use daily to win the favor of so many others, will get you nowhere with me. Though you must tell me truthfully Silas ... is that really all you possess? A few half hearted compliments here and a smirk there … it is truly a wonder why people seem to be so taken with you - when you actually taunt them so."

She turned from him with dry amusement etched upon her face, not realizing that it was both the challenge that she possessed as well as the way that she proved herself to be just as stubborn and feisty as Silas had hoped for.. That made him smirk mischievously right at her retreating back.

Though you must tell me truthfully Silas … is that really all you possess?

"We shall find out soon…" Silas murmured to himself, yet it was these words that echoed within the ears of the silent immortals that stood on the sidelines through time, "won't we?"

It was in this precise moment in which he turned away that another male traveler jerkily thrust a bucket of cool water upon his fire pit, the smoke becoming thicker than it had been prior to his actions and through the swirls of white that bordered an almost silver - a feminine figure that was quickly becoming familiar to the duo of brothers arose from the clouded depths. Her heart shaped face was twisted into a perplexed expression as she watched Silas walk away with the exact same suspicion that Qetsiyah had regarded him with. Much alike a black and white photo or, perhaps an even better description, an older silent colorless movie - the young woman's facial expression smoothed into something that was much more curious as she stared on, almost innocently, upon her surroundings. The advanced 'magick', the grimoires and the way her look alike moved with confidence … with self esteem and her head held high -

"Bonnie…" Kol dared to whisper, curious with the simple observation that she didn't appear to be confused with this at all - merely curious of Qetsiyah. Of course, the younger witch … that quite ironically didn't seem to fully understand that she was, in fact, a witch to begin with … may have been given enough time to get over the shock. She may even think that this was nothing more than a dream… a figment of her imagination come to life. He remembers now the way she looked so defensive, so shocked, as she looked at the pool in a such an act that made it seem like she was waiting for something… something to reflect upon the surface of the pool… that something, now, he knew was Qetsiyah. She looked more perplexed and frightened than he could almost bare… "She looked just like me…"

He called her name again, louder this time in an effort to draw her attention towards Klaus and he both, only to realize it was futile when the image of Bonnie standing only a few inches away from them disappeared almost as quickly as it had come.

"Why?!" He growled dangerously at the sky, at Qetsiyah herself which probably wasn't the smartest move that he had ever made but as of right now - Kol was too irate to care. Beside him, Klaus shifted and Kol didn't need to gaze upon his face to know that his older brother agreed wholeheartedly with him. Why had Qetsiyah teased them with Bonnie's image… only to take it - her - away just as fast? What right did she have to -

Before you get any more irate than you already are allow me to answer your question, hm? You want to know why I showed you Bonnie? Besides taking amusement in your reactions that is, I need for you to comprehend - for the next few events, that Bonnie is not me. Nor am I - in turn - Bonnie. Things will get harder for all of us, you to see it and I to relive it, this I hold no doubt. Your control will be tested in such a way that will be hard for you to differ between the two of us at times.

In all that you see, Bonnie is there watching it as well. I will hide nothing from any of you, though you may not want to know the answers you seek, and while you may believe that it is exactly what you requested.. it may actually be the exact opposite. There is no easy way to describe the long, complicated history that intertwines Silas and I.. and none of it can be summarized as 'good'. You may not want Bonnie to witness these events, shield her from the horrors that you know all too well exist.. but as much as I too want to preserve her spirit, she must know. Bonnie deserves to know.

Klaus's lips twisted upward, pulling back to reveal his pearly white teeth in a silent snarl. He wanted to lash out at her for this, for not allowing them the option to have Bonnie with them to console her during the upcoming 'hard' illusions like they wanted to do. Concealing her from them when she would need them but then he listened to what she said and also considered what she didn't say. Things would get much more painful for Qetsiyah, And whilst Bonnie may not feel any effects of it outside of watching the event and hearing Qetsiyah's thoughts being transferred from the vision.. Qetsiyah thought that Bonnie could handle it. That would mean that-

Bonnie is stronger than she looks… probably stronger than you or anyone else would ever give her credit for. Qetsiyah interrupted Klaus's line of thought, finishing it promptly and also adding on her own assessment. She cannot hear or see you, much alike how you cannot do so to her now. Besides, Qetsiyah continued on gleefully at how their questions slowly died off even though their anger slowly remained. You need to keep up. You are allowing 'past me' to walk on right by you in the name of striking up conversation with me. Better keep moving.

After the two brothers shared a look that reflected the other's expression, both of frustration and conflicting eagerness dominating their faces, both of them vamp speed over to the illusioned Qetsiyah. The faster they got this over with, the faster that they would be able to get to know who Bonnie was. They only hoped Qetsiyah had been exaggerating on the way she deemed her past with Silas as a 'long and complicated history'.

A pained hiss echoed in their ears then, making the pair of immortals take pause in their haste to gaze upon a little girl that struggled to haul a basket of herbs home. Klaus's eyebrows pulled together in confusion, mindful that Qetsiyah had come to a standstill as well as he searched the dark haired child for injuries that disabled her from her daily tasks. Her freckled cheeks were flushed with exhaustion and heat as she forced herself to continue onward with difficulty. Her movements slowed and after a moment more of his analyzation of the unknown little Traveler girl, Klaus finally determined exactly what the problem was. A cracked rib, at least two different broken toes and a sprained ankle. The immortal mentally winced as he remembered a few occasions within his human life when he too was subjected to such abusive treatment at the hands of Mikael… and yet it was the way that the child that couldn't have been more than ten years of age was forced to be covered from neckline down to her toes that was even more worrisome. What injuries did the child hide?

Both immortals shared a suspicious look over Qetsiyah's head, for they now stood on either side of her before they both glanced down to see that her facial expression was forcibly constricted into that of calm… gentle, yet it rivaled her thoughts 'When I find out who laid a hand upon a child-'

"Sweetheart." Qetsiyah called out to her, pretending not to see the child jump in fright and connecting wide, fearful eyes with her gentle smile, "You might want to hurry along home before you cannot find your way."

The child nodded her head a few times in sharp movements as she stared after a few moments more at the woman before her, encaptured by Qetsiyah's smile, "Yes ma'am." She moved quicker than she previously had been even though moving the heavy basket pained her with such injuries. Her little food accidently landed on an angle upon one of the small rocks that rested beneath her and down she fell with a soft squeak spilling from her lips. … And the large basket of herbs came crashing down to the ground with her. Tears of shame burned within the child's eyes and Klaus could do nothing but silently watch on as he saw both himself and Marcellus in this little child… struggling under the unforgiving ruling of abuse. Qetsiyah's footsteps were almost inaudible as she moved forward silently to help the child that was now frantically trying to collect the herbs to escape further punishment at home. "I'm fine… I can do it myself." The child murmured stubbornly to Qetsiyah, "I'm fine."

Qetsiyah raised an eyebrow an eyebrow at the younger girl's quickened words, before shaking her head sadly from side to side, "No, I don't believe that you are… and I'm not leaving until I deem you otherwise." Herbs now forgotten, Qetsiyah quickly scooped the child up before she could put up much protest and walked towards her tent with newly discovered urgency. "How about this… I'll tend to your wounds and whilst I do that, you can tell me every detail on how you acquired them… what do you say?"

Klaus turned his head slowly to his brother, and was not at all surprised when he discovered that Kol was already watching him with a glint housed within his brown orbs that mirrored exactly what Klaus himself was feeling. Yet again, it seemed that Qetsiyah was revealing another side of herself that effectively stunned them into silence as she cared for a child that she didn't even know the name of. She was far from the 'Wicked Witch' of the story that everyone claimed her to be… and if she ended up filling that role within future illusions then they both held no doubt that something, or better yet someone, had forced her hand to adapt to the circumstances she had been given… had broken her spirit until she was nothing more than a shell from what she used to be, had cornered her and had left her with no other option but to fight back.

And that was something, at the very least, that the both of them could relate to.

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