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French Quarter
August appears in the cemetery. Members of the French Quarter coven who were waiting for her return gather when they see their regent return. August goes into the crypt used for ingredients and spells. 3 of her most trusted advisors follow her inside as the others wait around in anticipation.
"Where are Marcos and Gina?" asks Sandra Hoffman, the oldest advisor though she was only in her mid 40s. Her family was one of the few in the coven who practiced the art of voodoo magic.
"Dead," August replies lighting the candles with her magic, "The Bennett witch was not alone."
Nicole Potter, a 30 year old witch who moved from Shreveport to New Orleans, crosses her arms over her chest. "Did she say she would join a coven?"
August scoffs as if the answer was obvious. "Of course she didn't. Bennett witches...always thinking they're more powerful than every other coven or witch out there. They couldn't even keep their coven together and they were all related." She rolls her eyes rubbing her temples. She turns to the last advisor, the youngest but far more talented of the group. The girl had potential, maybe enough to be a regent someday, which was why she was standing here. "We wouldn't have known anything if you hadn't sensed her magic. Thank you, Alex."
Alex smiles bowing her head. "You're welcome, August." There was a sly smirk on her face. Alex was the only member of Katelyn's coven who actually grew up in New Orleans. She grew up in the French Quarter coven. But they had been able to do nothing when Marcel and his pack of vampires had taken over. They had been able to do less when the Mikaelsons arrived which is how she found Katelyn. But, of course, helping her true regent meant staying around to listen in on the French Quarter Coven. They were a piece in this game as well. "Was I correct? Was her magic strong?"
"Stronger than I anticipated though with the help of the ancestors, her magic was weakened enough for me to almost carry out her punishment. She uses Expression magic. Even for a Bennett witch, it's uncontrollable and unpredictable. She's dangerous especially with a vampire on her side."
"Vampire?!" Sandra exclaims.
"How do you think she got away?" August grumbles, "Another witch I've never seen and Klaus Mikaelson aided her."
"Klaus Mikaelson doesn't help people," Nicole points out.
"Which is why Bonnie Bennett is a danger. If she's got the Mikaelson clan in her back pocket, our whole coven could be in danger. New Orleans could be in danger."
"So what's our next move?" Alex waits for an answer.
August turns her back on them thinking. She was not strong enough to face Bonnie and the Mikaelsons. Not even with the back up of her coven. But she couldn't let this stand. Bonnie was a danger. A rogue witch using Expression magic couldn't be tolerated, not in her town. She looks back at Sandra. "How good are you at making dolls?"
New Orleans
Damon smacked his glass down on the bar table. Another drink down and much more to go. Not feeling anything was the desired mood for tonight. His mind was reeling. Why would Bonnie want to protect Klaus? Why had she used her magic against them, her friends, just to protect him? Bonnie hated Klaus more than she had ever hated him when they first met. So what had changed? What had he done to her? It was like she was...in love with him or something. The thought put a sick feeling in Damon's stomach and he was thankful when the bartender refilled his glass.
His pity party we short lived however. He heard the clicking sound of heels against the wooden floor. Before he could even turn around, there was Caroline sitting next to him with a disapproving glare. "Damon, what do you think you're doing?"
Damon held up his glass as if to cheer her. "Drinking away my sorrows." He took a swig of his drink scrunching up his face at the burn to his throat. He paused a minute. "Nope. Still not drunk enough." He put his glass down.
"Getting drunk in party city is not going to help us find Bonnie."
"Didn't you hear her? She doesn't want to be found. She doesn't want to leave. She's perfectly happy laying underneath the psychotic hybrid." Why did saying that put an ache in his chest? God, sometimes he hated how long it took vampires to get drunk.
Caroline rolls her eyes. "That's not Bonnie, okay? Klaus must have done something to her. Bonnie hates Klaus remember? She almost killed him once. The longer she's with him, the more danger she's in. Besides, I know you want to get her back more than anyone." Caroline gave Damon an all knowing look.
Damon turns his eyes on her. "And what does that mean?"
"You're not fooling anyone, Damon, especially not me. I saw how angry you were when you saw Bonnie and Klaus together. You lost it."
"Yeah because Bonnie like the only friend I have and some entitled original vampire has her brainwashed. Don't start sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, blondie." He was about to grab his glass when Caroline stopped him.
She sighs. "We both know you're in love with Bonnie. You may not want to admit it, but you are. Stay here and drown yourself in alcohol if you want to. But Stefan, Matt and I are going to go looking around to see if someone knows anything." Caroline brings her lips to Damon's ear. "If Bonnie dies, it's on your hands."
She lets go of Damon's glass and walks out of the bar. Damon watches her feeling even worse than he did when he walked in. What did Caroline know? He wasn't 'in love' with Bonnie. Sure, he liked her. She got him unlike everyone else around them. They made a pretty good team when they needed to be. And yeah, he had enjoyed their domestic life trapped in the underworld prison. Plus, Bonnie was gorgeous and confident and powerful. Who wouldn't be in love with…
"Dammit," Damon whispers. He pays for his drink and grabs his coat. He's about to head outside, but when he turns around he's face to face with a blondie vampire he can't stand more than Caroline. He condescending smile makes him want to punch her right then and there.
"Hello, Damon," Rebekah greets, "I believe we have some things to discuss about a little witch problem."
Mikaelson Manor
Bonnie felt like her head was spinning as her lips chased Klaus's as his chased hers. Their kisses were so greedy and passionate that felt like they would never stop. And she didn't want them to. She wanted him to keep going and to devour her whole. He nips at her bottom lip. He trails kisses down her cheek to her neck to her collarbone. She pulls him back up to kiss his lips again savouring everything about him: his body, his hair, his lips, his touch, everything. It was like his emotions when hers and her emotions were his. She felt a primal lust deep in her gut. It begged to be let out and she almost let it until an image flashed through her mind. Well, it was more like a thought or a dream. It was of her underneath Klaus, clothes off and him thrusting into her feeding from her shoulder as she moaned and screamed his name. It was gone as soon as it came, but it was enough to have her pull away from Klaus with great confusion. She didn't know how, but she knew that thought had not been her own. It was too vivid and it was something she would have never thought of, at least not that scenario. She stares at Klaus trying to catch her breath and put pieces together. Klaus looks down at her thumb running over her cheek.
"What's wrong, love?" he whispers and it's almost enough to make her forget about everything.
But she can't. She suddenly had too many questions and no answers. "What were you thinking just now?"
Klaus smirks devilishly. "I'm quite sure you don't want to know what I was thinking."
"But I do. Because...I think I just saw what you were thinking."
His brow furrows. "That's impossible."
"It should be. Not even witches can read minds, but...I saw something while we were kissing…" She blushes trying but failing to hide it. "It was a vivid thought and I don't know how I know, but I know I wasn't the one thinking it."
Klaus rolls off her sitting on the bed across from her. Bonnie sits up straight folding her legs in front of her. Klaus starts to think about how that's even possible. Had she really just read his mind? Sure, it wasn't hard to guess what he had been thinking while intertwined with her, but he could tell what she was talking about was different. Then he felt it. A sense of worry, confusion and fear. It was like pulsing in his veins, in his mind like when a reader feels the emotions of a character while reading. These emotions weren't his own yet he could feel them as if they were.
Klaus shakes his head suddenly coming to conclusion. "That's not possible…"
"What's not possible?" Bonnie was getting even more confused now and slightly scared.
"There's a one in a million chance. That's not possible." But what if it was? He had heard of such things happening, but it was usually on purpose and usually when the vampire and the other party shared some deep connection. But it didn't usually happen by accident and as much as Klaus wanted to have a deep connection to Bonnie, their feelings were in early stages.
He got up from the bed walking out the door with purpose. Bonnie follows him wanting to ask what was going on in his mind, but she didn't have to. She could feel it. There was a whirlwind of emotions inside of him. He didn't know what to make of the situation that he obviously knew more about than her.
"Freya! Freya! Where the bloody hell are you?!" Klaus yells through the house stomping around looking for his sister.
Freya comes from one of the doors looking annoyed and tired. She glances at Bonnie saying nothing before she looks at her younger brother. "What do you want Klaus? As you know, I've been a bit busy." She had been trying to see if there was a way, any way, from stopping her prophecy from coming true. So far, the spirits had been silent and not answered her prayers for a solution.
"You can get back to your little magic tricks later," Klaus scowls, "We have a more serious matter at hand. I'm sure you know all about bonding." Her fear from the prophecy told him that much.
Freya instantly knows what's going on with Klaus. She looks in between him and Bonnie trying to believe that it wasn't true. Her prophecy… She steps closer to Klaus eyeing him coolly. "You didn't."
"I don't know what I did." Klaus looks at her equally as coolly. "I didn't even know it was possible between us. I've never heard this happen between witches and vampires."
"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?" Bonnie snaps angered by being left out. She was seconds from a nervous breakdown if they didn't tell her what was going on. Why could she feel Klaus's emotions and see his thoughts? It was like a new energy pulsed through her and that energy was Klaus's presence.
Freya turns her attention to Bonnie. Her expression doesn't get softer from the one she used with Klaus. "You and Klaus are bonded."
"What the hell is bonded?"
Freya motions for Bonnie and Klaus to follow her. The two follow Freya up to the attic which he's turned into a small witch's den. She makes Klaus and Bonnie stand her table while she stands on the other side. She picks up a knife handing it to Klaus. "I need both of you to give blood to see if the bonding is true."
Bonnie shakes her head standing her ground. "Not until you tell me what bonding is."
Freya smirks lightly. "For someone who comes from a very powerful ancestry, you don't know much, do you?"
Bonnie gives Freya a death stare. A lump of anger grows in her throat. Klaus gets into his sister's view leaning in front of Bonnie. "Watch your tongue, sister."
Freya rolls her eyes. "Werewolves mate for life. Once they find their one and only love, they imprint on them. Their strengths are one. Their minds are one. They're bodies are one. It's why a wolf pack's most scared law is never harm another wolf's mate. They're each one half a whole now. If one dies, half of the other dies with them. Bonding is essentially the same thing for vampires. In order for a vampire to bond with someone, they need to have a deep emotional connection sort of like fate drawing them together. The vampire feeds from their significant other and then gives them their blood as well. That forms a bond. They become two halves of a whole."
The sudden gust of information made Bonnie's head ache mostly because she couldn't believe it. Was she really bonded with Klaus? She had seen fate work enough times to know it existed, but her being fated to be with Klaus? That sounded too far fetched. They were 1000 years apart from each other. "How…?"
"Cut your hands and let your blood drip on opposite ends of the table," Freya instructs, "Then we'll know if the bond is for sure."
Klaus looks at Bonnie. He can feel her uncertainty and fear. He hates it. He doesn't want her to be afraid or uncertain about anything regarding the two of them. He had not planned on bonding with her, but he couldn't think of someone he wanted to be bonded to more. The only thing he was worried about was that this would scare Bonnie away. That she would resent him for making this mistake. He cuts his hand swiftly letting his blood drip onto the table. The wound heals quickly.
Bonnie opens her hand deciding she would rather know than not. Klaus takes her hand gently in one of his. His skin is luke warm, not too hot and not too cold. Still it gives her a shiver. He slowly runs the blade over her hand looking into her eyes the whole time. She lets her blood drip on the opposite side of the table. Klaus bites his tongue hard enough to draw a little blood. He brings Bonnie's hand to his mouth and licks over her cut. She gasps but doesn't pull away. The cut heals instantly and he slowly lets Bonnie's hand drop back down to her side. His intense gaze is so alluring. She wants to reach out and touch him, but Freya's chanting interrupts them both.
She chants softly with her eyes closed. Bonnie can feel the magic in the air aiding her spell. The little puddles of blood on the table start to move towards each other. Klaus and Bonnie watch in waiting. They move closer and closer as Freya's chanting gets louder. Closer and closer until they finally collide and intermingle with each other. Freya stops chanting and gasps as the magic leaves her body no longer needed for her spell. She looks up at her brother and Bonnie.
"A bond has been made in blood."
