monster
(a/n: I'm so sorry this is late, guys. Horrible writer's block.)
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'my secret side i keep
hid under lock and key
i keep it caged but i can't control it
cause if i let him out, he'll tear me up
and break me down
why won't someone come and save me from this?
make it end!'
-'monster', skillet
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Matt Donovan never believed in fairytales.
Those were stupid little stories that his mother would tell his sister when she would wake up from a nightmare, silly stories that got her to calm down and go back to sleep. It was especially bad not long after their father had died. His sister had these nightmares about the accident that took him away from their lives and it was at least five nights a week he'd wake up to hear his mother's voice, soothing and gentle, telling her another one of these fairy tales that made it seem just a little bit better.
It was maybe a year after that that his mother started drinking.
See? That's why Matt Donovan never believed in fairytales. They only led to sorrow.
He stands on the edge of the courtyard, his eyes on the creature that had just appeared out of the mist. For a split moment, he swears he sees Klaus cowering. Honestly, Klaus cowering? That's not something he ever expected to see in his human life or in his life of forever.
The man-no, monster leers at him for a moment before turning towards Kol. The father and son lock eyes and Kol is the first to look away. There is disgust written all over that face and Matt finds that he is at a loss for words once again.
Once again, the Original family surprises him.
Mikael turns again, eyes locking on the man that Caroline had come to view as her love. A man that Matt had begrudgingly began to respect. A man who was terrified.
"Well, Niklaus. It seems that your impulse has gotten you in trouble once again," Mikael says as he begins to walk towards the hybrid, his long body slinking along like a dangerous and deadly leopard.
And then it happens. It just happens too damn fast.
"You all right?"
Kol's smile is bitter and angry. It's practically a smirk.
She can see the healing bruise lining his jaw from the whack that Klaus had given him before Kol had tossed him across the room like a rag doll. She couldn't help but cheer inside when she saw Klaus do a face plant into this wall.
"What do you think, Bonnie?" he replies scathingly, with just a hint of sorrow in his tone. "I screwed up."
"We all screwed up," Bonnie says. "And Klaus seems to forget that you are related to one more parent than he is. It's a mistake-"
"A mistake that happened on my watch! It was my doing!"
"It was all of our doing," she snaps. "You weren't the only witch there, Kol!"
"Mikael is running around out there because of me!" Kol shouts, turning violently and glaring. "We have no idea what he is capable of since he has a foothold into this world! He is more powerful than all of us put together and there is no way to send him back!"
"That's bull and you know it!" Bonnie growls. "You're just scared!"
It's like time stands still for a second before Kol finds his voice. "Excuse me?"
"You're scared! You are a coward!"
Bonnie feels her own insides twist freakishly. She knows these words are cruel but it's the only way to rile him up.
And of course, it works.
He advances on her, eyes hard. "How...dare you-"
And she kisses him right on the lips. "I knew it would work."
Kol blinks stupidly at her for a second before he understands. A smile creases his lips and he rolls his eyes. "You little minx."
Bonnie smirks before leaning in and wrapping her arms around his waist. His own arms hang at his sides for a moment before he returns the embrace, clumsily patting her on the back. She wonders for a second how long it's been since he's been hugged, if not ever.
"This isn't going to last forever, Kol," Bonnie says softly, her voice muffled by the wool sweater that he is wearing. "And this is not your fault. Klaus can shove it where the sun doesn't shine."
A weak chuckle is her reply at first before he carefully shifts back. "So what do we do now?"
"We go back to school. Finals are coming up along with another concert and Caroline would kill me if we missed that."
"And Mikael?"
"He'll find us."
And what is so frightening about that is that it's true. It's so damn true.
They didn't even need to look for the Papa Original vampire ghost. He would be around soon enough.
And soon enough arrives that following night.
"What the hell is that?"
"What's what?"
A glass of blood falls off the table, the fluid spattering all over the floor. The trembling picks up, causing a chair to fall to the floor.
"That!"
Bonnie feels it too.
And so does Kol.
"It's the Expression mark!" Bonnie shouts. "Everyone, get down! Get away from those damn windows!" She's standing closet to Klaus who is stupidly standing by the wide open window and she gives him a shove into the center of the room.
She hadn't forgotten much of what Shane taught her, even though he had been dead for months now. And she immediately remembers him telling her about this. If there is a ghost that has a foothold into the world, he or she doesn't even have to be a member of Silas' cult or whatever the hell he has or had. This kind of ghost, especially an Original vampire ghost can break through the Marks set by Silas and go after whoever they have a bone to pick with. In laments terms, an Original who has the strength of a hundred men? Multiply that by ten billion.
They're screwed.
"What do we do now?!" Caroline shrieks, her body half shielded by Elijah's. "What's happening?!"
Bonnie's hand snaps out and find's Kol's fingers. The home continues to shake and tremble, pictures and glasses falling off the walls and tables, shattering into a million pieces. Never to be repaired, never to be whole again.
She glances to her side, their eyes meeting. Kol gives her a small nod and she knows.
They begin to chant in Latin together, the warmth of the spell taking hold. It's a temporary fix but it will be enough.
For now.
She can feel Mikael's power banging on the glass of the link. It's such a tentative link and can be broken by practically anything.
"Fight it, Bonnie!" Kol shouts over the roar. "You can fight it!"
Let go, Miss Bennett. Or they all die.
Mikael's voice always did remind her of a snake's hiss.
"Bonnie!"
The link goes back up. The shield becomes pressed around all of them, Kol's power being the only thing holding it up.
Their eyes meet again.
"Bonnie, no!"
Bonnie lets out the tiniest of sighs that she knows only he can hear.
"I'm sorry."
And she lets go.
Another flash of light, blinding to all rings through.
Kol throws up an arm to cover his eyes. The other vampires let out roars of discomfort. He can feel the shield cracking and works to put it back up.
But he can't feel her anymore.
And then...
The light's gone. Almost like it was never there. The house isn't trembling, the early night is rising and the late afternoon sun begins to peek through the cracked window once again.
"Wake up, Miss Bennett."
She feels a nudge at her hip and lets out a groan. "Leave me the hell alone, will you please?"
There's a very familiar and dangerous chuckle as her answer. "I don't think so."
Bonnie's eyes fly open and she looks up to see Mikael standing over her, his grey eyes leering and dangerous. Nausea flanks through her stomach and she lets out another groan.
Crap.
"Did you like it?" Mikael asks. "I always envied my wife, she was able to do some of the most interesting things with her witchcraft. But with the link I apparently share with Silas, I can do almost as much as she can."
"So blowing up my house and teleporting me out of there was your kick for the day?" Bonnie snaps, slowly shifting herself into a sitting position. She glances around to see where she is and finds darkness. There's so much darkness. "Can you tell me where I am?"
Mikael shakes his head, holding up a hand. "No, I cannot do that, my dear. You see, that is something my children will have to figure out on their own."
The young witch emit's a growl of frustration. "Of-freaking-course. You get your foothold and you go back to your stupid mission to kill Klaus, is that it?"
"Jackpot," Mikael smirks. Bonnie feels a shiver when she sees that smirk. Of course Kol got it from his father. "But I can see that you share a bit of a link with my youngest boy, is that correct? I think he'll be the first one hear, along with his idiotic half brother."
Bonnie crosses her arms in front of her chest, trying to hold back the next shiver that threatens her body. "Why is that?" she asks. "Tell me, why the hell do you want Klaus dead so bad? Believe me, a year ago, I would have happily assisted you in your mission but now, I kind of have him at my mercy and I'd like to keep him around a bit longer."
"That is true, isn't it?" Mikael says. "You saved my son from the Other side. You spared his miserable life just to stop Silas and look where that got you."
The dude has taken up to pacing now. He's practically walking in circles around her, that irritating little smirk plastered on his lips. Grr, she'd like to rip those lips right off, they're creeping the hell out of her.
"I'm not even going to try and explain this to you, Mikael," Bonnie snaps. "I don't think I can get it through your thick skull."
Mikael just smiles again. He's practically beaming at her! Bastard.
"A sassy little thing you are. I can see why my boy likes you so much."
"He's not your boy, Mikael. I think you lost that right after you tried to hunt down all of your kids to get to Klaus."
"It doesn't matter, little witch," Mikael says. "And I wouldn't have killed them, per se."
It dawns on her exactly what he means.
"You have more daggers?" she spits out. "How is that possible?"
"Anything is possible, love," Mikael chuckles. "Just like how there is a few more white oak stakes around then my children happen to think."
"So what, you're just going to hold me hostage until Kol and Klaus figure out where I am and come to rescue me? And then you're going to kill them."
It's a statement, not a question.
"Is that wrong?" Mikael says. "It doesn't really matter if Kol isn't a vampire anymore, he is still an Original. He's still taken thousands of lives, if not more."
"What, and you're so much better because you only feed on vampires?" Bonnie snaps back. "News flash, you're just as much of a killer as they are. Only you chose to become one. They never did."
Mikael blinks his surprise before finding his voice again. "Why Bonnie Bennett, you have become another Original groupie."
Actually, Bonnie Bennett would like to feed him his eyeballs.
"So that's it? This is it? We are going to sit here and do nothing?"
It was probably a few hours later. Bonnie wasn't sure. Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness around her and she was able to see that she was in some sort of catacomb. She was still wondering how the hell she got there. It was cold, dingy, and wet and would be a wonder if she came out of this without catching pneumonia.
Mikael barely even glances her way, his eyes growing impatient.
Good, he deserves to be impatient. Ass.
"Mikael, talk to me. If you don't, I will go nuts and then spontaneously combust."
Okay, even she can't maintain her poker face there.
She wonders the same thing she's sure he's wondering. Where the hell are Kol and Klaus? She can only hope that they're just laying low because they know she can take care of herself.
She prays that they're not going to be stupid and come in here with guns blazing. Right, Klaus Mikaelson always thinks first before he acts. His brother isn't much better.
Bonnie sits back against the wet stone wall, ignoring the flush of chill that runs through her spine. She pulls her loose jacket closer around her, eyes closing.
And then…
"Kol? What are you doing in my head?"
"I should ask you the same question, lamb."
Bonnie blinks, a hand coming up to rub at her eyes. Kol catches that hand and brings it to his lips, pressing the tiniest of butterfly kisses to her fingertips.
"Where are you?" Bonnie whispers, finally feeling those tears burning behind her eyes. She had given herself kudos for being so strong through this but now…now all she wanted was to be in his arms. She wasn't going to be stubborn anymore. She wasn't dancing around this anymore. She wanted him.
"We're near, love," Kol breathes. "We're near."
Bonnie glances to her side and sees Mikael. But he's not exactly paying attention to the scene beside him, frozen solid like the crazy chick from Bewitched had zapped him. Huh, time really can stand still if it needs too.
"Bonnie, I need to hold on, okay?"
"Of course," Bonnie says, looking back at him. "Why wouldn't I?"
Kol's silence is answer enough.
"What's going to happen to me, Kol?" Bonnie whispers, fear finally clenching her throat. "What's happening?"
Kol shakes his head. "I don't know," he replies softly. "But I know that I need you to keep fighting for me. For yourself. Don't you dare let go."
Bonnie nods. "I won't."
Kol gives her that familiar little smirk that evolves into a true smile. He leans forward, pressing his lips to her forehead.
"I love you."
He's fading. He's freaking fading too fast.
"Kol, I lo—"
"Miss Bennett, I recommend you stay awake for this."
Bonnie practically jumps out of her skin at the sound of Mikael's voice. She rubs haphazardly at her eyes and manages a glare.
"What did you wake me up for?" she grunts.
"For this," Mikael says, pointing to his right.
Bonnie glances to where he is pointing and nearly has a heart attack.
Dun-duh-dun-dun-dun!
Again, I am so sorry this is so late! I hit just a horrible case of writer's block and didn't know where to go after the Mikael reveal. I am trying to further his character more and honestly, he's not a father, he's not a human. His own choice to become what he is has stretched him so far and there is no hope for him ever becoming Papa again. I am a HUGE fan of Sebastian Roche and really, I am trying to make Mikael the villain that he was always meant to be. The reason why he really hates his kids, Klaus especially, and how he's willing to go through any of his kids to get to him, even Kol.
Thanks so much, guys. Reviews are much appreciated.