A/N: And here it is, the moment everyone has been waiting for. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Let me know what you think. Enjoy! :)
"The Italians called them Strega. The Yoruba of West Africa called them Aje, meaning mother. Where my mother was from, they called them Haxa. And here, we called them witch. Over the centuries vampires have fought them and fought besides them, bedded them and burned them. Whether adversary or ally they have been a force to be reckoned with."
~Elijah Mikaelson on Witches
All of New Orleans shook as the fight between the witches began. The air crackled with currents of power as the spells came and went. The grounds in front of the Sanatorium were illuminated by different color lights- the blasts of power from different spells that were sent and deflected.
Sweat trickled down Bonnie's forehead and back as she did her best to fight fourteen witches. The magical barrier she had created protected her against most spells. The invisible wall blocked and rebounded attacks left and right.
Bonnie was no stranger to confrontations. She had channeled the power of one hundred witches in order to take down Klaus. She had stopped Jeremy's heart in order to desiccate the Original Hybrid too. She had faced Silas and used Expression to bring him to his knees and she had also turned the huntress to stone and broken the link between her and the Seer and her coven. But this, Bonnie had never fought other witches like this.
Fighting a witch was different than fighting a hybrid or a crazy immortal like Silas. Fighting fourteen was a death sentence. Bonnie was no fool, she knew that when it came to magical knowledge and training she was not at the Seer's level. Bonnie was still learning, discovering, and coming to grips with the power inside of her.
But what Bonnie lacked in magical knowledge and training she made up with raw power.
The magic flowing inside of her was unique. Every Bennett first born was born with incredible power and Bonnie not only had her birthright that but she also had Expression.
And it was Expression she summoned to fight the Seer and her coven. Not the magic of the sprits, not the magic of the earth, not even the magic that flowed naturally all throughout New Orleans. Expression was not bound by any laws of magic, or monitored by anyone. It was a force so powerful and malicious that witches discredited as magic. It truly had no limits.
For a long time Bonnie had feared it. For a long time the magic had controlled her but in the past few weeks, she had been able to control and use Expression when she needed it. Tonight she was doing something more, she wasn't just tapping into the power of Expression she was embracing all of it.
Bonnie let the magic inside of her guide her, she let it take over. It was a dangerous thing to do but it was the only way she stood a chance against the witches and judging by the hard look on the Seer's face she was not happy.
The witches thought this would be an easy victory. They thought that because of their numbers they had already secured their triumph. They were wrong.
Bonnie was not only holding her own and deflecting the witches' attacks, she was fighting back fiercely.
The witches had no idea who they were dealing with.
Bonnie Bennett was a force to be reckoned with and the Seer and her coven were about to learn a very hard lesson.
Klaus closed his eyes and groaned in pain as he leaned against the wall. The lights flickered on and off and the scent of magic filled the air. Something was happening outside he could feel it.
Katie stood a few feet ahead of him ensuring that no witches would surprise them in their attempt to escape the Sanatorium. They had made it to the first floor using the back stairs and they were just a few feet away from the back door.
"Something is wrong…" Katie muttered. She could feel the residues of power carried with the wind, witches were fighting.
Klaus opened his eyes. His skin burned and the pain on his chest had spread up his shoulders and arms and down his legs. He could barely stand. The dark magic inside the blade was eating him slowly and painfully. If he didn't get it out he was going to desiccate.
"This was a bad idea." Katie turned to him fearfully. "The witches-"
"It's too late for regrets love," he forced himself to his feet, holding back a scream as the intense pain hit him once more. His vision blurred as he attempted to take a step forward only to stumble.
Katie caught him but he was far too heavy for her so the two fell on their knees. Klaus's head ended up somewhere close to her neck and she involuntarily shivered. She could feel his hot breath against her jugular. All of her senses screamed at her, warning her of the dangerous predator that could latch at her throat at any moment.
"Get it out…" he hissed painfully. He pulled away from her and stared into her dark eyes. "Get it out…" The red veiny lines that adorned his chest and arms had moved over his face now. He was covered with them. Soon the redness would turn grey and he would desiccate. He had to get the bloody dagger out.
"Something is going on outside…" Katie whispered fearfully. "We need to get out now." She stood up and tried to pull him to his feet. "Once we get to safety. I'll try to get the dagger out." She didn't even know how to get it out to begin with or what condition he would be in afterwards. It was best to do it at a safe location.
Klaus was about to protest when another voice surprised them.
"Well, well, well, look what I found." Two witches wearing matching smirks came into view.
Katie gasped and let go of Klaus as if she had been burned.
"Who would've thought that you would be the traitor?" one of them said. She had dark hair and a nasty scar on her left cheek.
"It's the mousy ones you have to watch out for." The other replied almost immediately. She was younger, prettier with shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
Klaus groaned as he pushed himself against the nearest wall.
"We'll have to kill you now." The younger witch told Katie. "You betrayed us. How could you?" She seemed shocked and disappointed.
"You don't have to do this." Katie told them. She kept her eyes on both of them and unconsciously took a protective stance in front of the hybrid sitting against the wall. "We are part of the same coven, we-"
"You betrayed us!" The scar-faced witch yelled angrily. "And now you will die."
"Or you could let us go." Klaus quipped from the floor.
Both witches glared at him.
"You're next." Scar-faced promised.
Klaus rolled his eyes. The ugly bitch had another thing coming if she thought he would be easy prey.
Katie used the opportunity to attack them first. She extended her right hand knocked out the younger witch easily.
The blonde landed practically on top of Klaus. The hybrid wasted no time, he grabbed her by the hair, exposing her creamy neck and pulling it towards his mouth. His fangs sank on her flesh and he drank greedily. He was starving. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until the witch's delicious blood went down his throat. He sucked her dry in seconds.
The scar-faced witch deflected Katie's next attack and the two began trading spells back and forth.
Klaus licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The witch's blood had given him the strength he needed. He managed to pull himself to his feet and watched the duel between both witches.
They were quite evenly matched but it was obvious that Katie was merely defending herself and attacking only with simple spells which were easily blocked by the scar-faced bitch. Katie didn't want to kill the other witch. They were from the same coven and they had some sort of bond or loyalty, which the hybrid didn't give a damn about.
Klaus began moving very slowly, he had to move like a snail in order not to attract attention. Under different circumstance he would've used his superior speed but the dagger in his chest prevented that, the dull pain a bitter reminder that he was not at his best. He also had to be careful not to get hit by a stray spell so he moved silently and slowly, a hunter stalking his prey.
Scar-faced managed to send Katie to her knees with a particular nasty hex. Katie didn't want to kill a witch from her coven but it was obvious the other witch had not such loyalty.
"You should've known better than to betray us." Scar-faced gave Katie a sinister smile. "What did he promise you?" she asked. "What did he offer you?"
Katie gasped as she found her legs paralyzed.
"Answer me!" The witch yelled.
Katie screamed as her skin burned from the inside out for a few seconds. It felt like her blood was boiling. She panted and looked up just in time to see the shadow moving behind the other witch. "He promised to spare me," she finally answered.
The witch frowned, "spare you, what-"
She didn't get to finish. In the next second Klaus snapped her neck, her dead body falling against his chest. Klaus grinned quite pleased with himself.
Katie looked away as the hybrid sank his fangs into the witch's neck, feasting happily on her blood.
"Hurry up." Abby muttered nervously. She paced back and forth waiting anxiously for Joanna, Lucy, and Angelica to complete the spell.
"Shut up." Jesse mumbled looking briefly in her direction. "You're distracting them." He was nervous as well. The success of their plan depended on the success of the spell.
Abby glared at him but stayed quiet.
Charles and Belle stood a few away from them watching the three witches and fidgeting from time to time. They were all itching for a fight but they knew they had to wait for the right moment to attack. That was Bonnie's plan.
The three women held hands and kept chanting, completely oblivious to anything or anyone around them. The spell required all of their strength and concentration. They had to get it right. They could not afford to make any mistakes.
The red wool floated between them, the long cord spinning and slowly coiling tightly together. The more the wool coiled together the harder it was to keep it in place. For with each thread that coiled the more energy and concentration it required to ensure it wouldn't come undone.
A small trail of blood made its way down Angelica's nose but she kept chanting, determined to complete the spell.
Joanna and Lucy were sweating and trembling, putting all of their strength and magic into the spell as well.
The moment the spell was completed there was a blast of energy. It blinded Abby, Charles, Belle, and Jesse momentarily and it sent all three witches on their hands and knees, gasping and panting.
The wool fell down on the ground, a red ball containing powerful magic inside.
"Is it done?" Charles asked blinking rapidly.
Joanna looked up and despite her tired state managed a smile. "It's done." They had succeeded. The spell had worked, they all felt it.
"Let the hybrids know." Charles told Jesse, the young man nodded and took off at hybrid speed. Charles disappeared in the opposite direction where the werewolves were waiting.
"Are you going to be okay?" Belle asked Angelica as she helped the witch to her feet.
"I'll be fine." Angelica gave her hand a squeeze. "Go. You know what you need to do." The witches needed a bit of rest to catch their breath before joining the others. The spell had taken a toll of them.
Belle nodded and disappeared, taking off in the same direction as Jesse.
"We did it!" Lucy laughed wiping some drops of sweat from her forehead. She felt tired and her head hurt a bit too. The spell had drained them but she felt happy all the same.
"Here," Abby kneeled down next to her cousins. "You're depleted, my blood can help." She it into her wrist and offered it to Joanna. Her blood would help to give them their strength back.
"Thank-you." Joanna took the bloody wrist into her mouth.
Abby fed Lucy and Angelica her blood next. The three witches needed it after the exhausting spell they had done.
The witches were getting frustrated. Every single one of their attacks was blocked by the barrier Bonnie had conjured or was easily deflected by said witch. They were supposed to be winning. The Seer had promised a quick and easy victory and yet here they were struggling.
A coven of powerful witches and they were struggling against one tiny witch. One fucking witch was besting them. It was infuriating and humiliating.
A witch angrily conjured a dozen sharp knives and sent them in Bonnie's direction.
With her left hand Bonnie transformed the knives into rose petals which rained down on her, while with her right hand she stopped the nasty hex Bastiana sent.
Bonnie shook her head. She had done that without thinking. She didn't know as many spells or hexes as the witches she was fighting and she didn't need to. She simply led the magic inside her guide her and dictate every single one of her movements
A blue light emerged from one of the witches but it was easily blocked by Bonnie's barrier. With a wave of Bonnie's hand said witch was knocked unconscious.
Three other witches combined their magic and sent a jet of green light towards Bonnie. It was an electric current of power that left fire in its wake. Bonnie extended her right hand and stopped the attack in mid air. With a wave of her magic the green light evaporated as did the fire behind it.
It was incredible. The power thrumming inside her body was unlike anything Bonnie had ever felt before. It made her feel alive, it made her feel indestructible and on top of the world. Her entire body was filled with adrenaline and pumped with magic.
She had no idea what kind of spells the witches were sending her way, she didn't even know how to counter them but Expression did. Expression was one step ahead of the witches and their attacks and it was amazing.
It was intoxicating and exhilarating. Bonnie was on a magic high and enjoying every second of it.
One of the witches sent a nasty curse towards her but Bonnie deflected it towards a tree nearby. It was like it had been dumped on acid. The green leaves turned brown then black and the tree shrunk down, like it was melting to the ground, so horrible had been the curse it received.
Bonnie shuddered at the thought of what it would've done to her had she not sent the curse a different way. Her hand clenched into a fist and the witch who sent the curse screamed in agony as both of her legs were shattered instantly.
That only served to infuriate the witches who continued to attack Bonnie. They clearly had no intentions of giving up. They were determined to win this fight.
Fools! Bonnie thought. She could kill them all. Expression was begging her to do so, to put an end to these pathetic and miserable creatures once and for all.
End them. Burn them. Destroy them. The magic inside of her begged her. It was a siren's call that tempted every pore in her body, how easy it would be to give in. How easy it would be to end this right now.
Not yet. Bonnie thought. She had to wait. It wasn't the right time, not yet.
Bonnie was focusing mostly on the trio of witches whose spells managed to break through her barrier with ease. The magic Bastiana, Agnes, and the Seer channeled felt stronger, different from the rest of the coven. It didn't take long for Bonnie to realize that they were channeling something or someone which amplified their magic to great lengths.
When the Seer, Bastiana, and Agnes combined forces and sent a powerful attack against her, Bonnie stumbled back surprised by the force behind it. The nasty yellow light broke through her barrier and went straight for her stomach.
There was a moment of panic. Bonnie froze momentarily hoping that the protective spells she had placed on herself (Joanna and Lucy had also added some extra spells) would be enough to deflect the dark magic.
Her back slammed against the trunk of the tree behind her as the curse hit her stomach. The witches smiled with triumph but it was short lived.
The moment the curse hit Bonnie's stomach it was swallowed by a bright white light that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Bonnie gasped feeling a strange tingling in her belly. In the next second a ball of bright light emerged and headed straight for Bastiana and Agnes.
Agnes managed to jump out of the way but Bastiana could not. She was hit straight in the chest. A gasp escaped her lips and her eyes widened in panic before she fell to the ground dead.
The Seer looked from Bonnie to Bastiana in shock. There was a moment of absolute silence in which the witches stopped attacking. They had all been taken by surprise by the power behind that light. No one had expected something like that to happen.
"What was that?" one of the witches asked the Seer. "How did she do that?" There were gasps and fearful murmurs all around the group.
The Seer's eyes narrowed and fury laced her veins as she prepared another attack.
What the hell? Bonnie thought feeling the strange warmth in her belly. It was magic. Not her magic, not Expression. The baby's magic. She was stunned. She had felt it before, when the spirits had attacked her and the baby's magic had ultimately saved her but never in a million years could she have imagined that her child would do something like that and from the womb!
Oh my god! Bonnie thought.
It was moment of distraction that cost her, as a shot of red light swirled straight at her.
Bonnie screamed caught by surprise. Her left cheek slid open and small cuts formed down her neck and chest, her arms and hands. It stung. Tears blurred her vision from the pain.
The Seer smiled and wasted no time before sending another attack.
Despite the pain, Bonnie managed to divert the angry current of power towards another witch. The girl screamed in agony as boils erupted all over her face and body before falling to the ground screaming in agony as the boils exploded with blood and pus. It was another nasty hex.
The cuts on Bonnie's skin healed almost instantly and the Seer's icy eyes turned deadly as she launched another attack. Her coven followed her lead, except for Agnes who sat on the ground staring at Bastiana's corpse, a bewildered look on her face.
Bonnie felt it then. The spell had worked. Joanna, Lucy, and Angelica had succeeded. The moment had come. It was time.
"Enough!"
All the witches froze as the words left Bonnie's lips. A cold breeze swept around them and their attacks disintegrated unexpectedly. The different swirls of power were swallowed by the magic surrounding them.
A sense of dread filled the pit of their stomachs as they felt the dangerous magic encircling them, trapping them.
Bonnie's right hand clenched into a tight fist and all the witches sank to their knees screaming. They were pushed down by an invisible force that paralyzed all of them instantly.
The Seer gasped in surprise. She had not expected such powerful blast of power. She used all the magic she could muster to try and break free, to pull herself to her feet but it was impossible. Bonnie's magic had paralyzed them completely, keeping them in place.
The Seer and her coven were puppets in her hand now.
"No…" she tried again channeling all the strength and power she could from Rebekah but she couldn't move. Bonnie's magic was unbreakable, like an iron chain that began squeezing them slowly and painfully.
It can't be, the Seer thought a cold chill running down her spine. As sudden frightening thought came to her mind then. If Bonnie could do this, why had she waited this long to paralyze them?
Bonnie walked calmly towards them, back straight, head high. "It's done." she told them. She felt it. The spell had been completed.
What's done? The Seer wondered hating the spike of fear that run down her body. She tried once more to stand up but the current of power swirling around her pushed her back down, keeping her on her knees.
"It's over." Bonnie said coming to stand in front of the Seer.
The Seer hated the humiliating position she found herself in. She was on her knees in front of Bonnie and had no choice but to look up into the young girl's face. Like a servant kneeling in front of the queen.
Bonnie looked down at the Seer and her coven, a small smile on her face. "You lost Cassandra."
The moment they received the signal the werewolves and hybrids stormed inside the property. The barrier that protected the place came down easily and they were able to run inside without any trouble.
The hybrids were blurs as they sped inside the Sanatorium.
Felix and Riley stopped by Bonnie's side. The Seer and her coven were kneeling down in front of her, completely paralyzed by her magic.
"Go." Bonnie ordered them. "Everything is under control."
Both hybrids nodded before speeding inside the Sanatorium. They had to find Klaus and his siblings.
The witches inside were prepared. The Seer had ordered them to remain inside and to fight against the hybrids she had expected would come to rescue Klaus. They had orders to kill as many hybrids as possible.
The moment the blurs moved inside, the witches lifted their hands and sent their strongest attacks.
Except nothing happen.
They waved their hands frantically trying to summon their magic but it was in vain. No magic came out of their palms. Their magic was gone. They hadn't even realized it until now. The witches had not even felt the moment their magic was taken from them.
"What the hell?"
"My magic!"
"What's going on?"
The words died on their throats at the hybrids launched themselves at the witches. They moved through the first floor, sharp fangs tearing through the delicate necks and feasting on their intoxicating blood.
Alexa punched one witch before slamming her against the nearest wall and biting her shoulder.
Felix's hands elongated into sharp claws before he slashed the chest of one witch. She dropped to the ground, rivers of blood pouring out of her chest. A hybrid girl crouched down and picked the body feasting on her blood with greed.
Riley and Jesse ripped hearts left and right before making their way upstairs, desperate to find their Sire.
Belle cornered a witch who was trying desperately to fight back with a lamp. The hybrid girl easily caught the woman's arm breaking it and sending the lamp crashing to the ground before slamming her against wall and tearing into her throat.
If the witches had anticipated a bloody fight they were in for a surprise. There was no fight on their part. They were lambs to the slaughter. Without their magic they didn't stand a chance.
The minute that reality sunk in, they ran, desperate to save themselves, desperate to get away from the creatures that attacked them without mercy.
The Sanatorium was filled with their screams as their attempts to escape failed and they found themselves the prey of vicious, angry beasts.
The hybrids attacked the witches from the front while Ishmael led the werewolves through the back door.
The werewolf pack wanted revenge for the three elders that been murdered at the ball and they began killing witches the moment they stepped inside. They showed no mercy to their enemies.
Ishmael let his pack attack the witches while he moved from room to room trying to find Klaus and his siblings. He sensed Klaus's hybrids upstairs so he decided to move downstairs to the basement.
He easily killed a couple of witches as they attempted to stop him.
"You will regret this." The Seer hissed still on her knees. She had seen the blurs of movement and sensed the werewolves inside the Sanatorium. "There are over thirty witches inside the Sanatorium," she smiled but it did not reach her eyes. Despite the furious look on her face there was fear in her voice. "It's going to be a slaughter." Hybrids and werewolves were strong no doubt but against magic they were nothing. They didn't stand a chance, Bonnie should have known that.
Bonnie looked down at the Seer with something akin to pity. "Can't you feel it?" she asked quietly.
"Feel what?" the Seer snapped. Keep her distracted she thought. She would keep Bonnie distracted and slowly break through the magic paralyzing her. She could do it. She was an extremely powerful witch after all. Bonnie had taken them by surprised with her paralyzing spell but she would get tired eventually. No witch could hold a spell for so long especially on an entire coven. Bonnie's over confidence was going to be her undoing. The Seer felt certain of that. She would wait for the right moment and end the stupid girl once and for all.
"The witches no longer have their magic." Bonnie told her simply. That had been her plan all along.
The Seer's eyes widened. "That's impossible…." she was bluffing. Bonnie had to be lying. There was no way she had taken the magic from all the witches inside the Sanatorium. It had to be a lie.
Bonnie glanced down at her before turning to face Agnes who had been trying to sneak an attack behind her back. "You're wasting your time." Bonnie told her. "It's over."
Agnes ignored her and sent a wave of her magic or she tried to for nothing happened. She frowned and tried again but once more nothing. She waved her hand again and again, concentrating, trying desperately to summon her power but it was useless. She didn't have her magic.
"No…" she stared down at her hands in disbelief. Agnes could feel the remains of power in her fingertips, the power they had channeled from Rebekah, an echo it was now for she could not access it. But her own magic, the magic she had been born with, that power Agnes could not feel at all. It was gone. There was only a strange void that made her shudder and feel empty and dead inside. "My magic…" she looked at the Seer before turning to Bonnie, "what have you done?"
"Your magic is gone." Bonnie told her. "You are no longer a witch."
"That's impossible." Agnes replied angrily. "You couldn't have done this." She sent Bonnie a murderous look. There was no way Bonnie could've taken her magic away while also fighting them.
"I didn't." Bonnie answered honestly. "My cousins and Angelica did. My job was to keep you distracted." Until the spell was completed giving the pack of wolves and hybrids the advantage over the witches inside the Sanatorium. Bonnie could hear their screams, without their magic the witches did not stand a chance against her army.
"You little bitch-" Agnes launched herself at Bonnie. She felt angry, desperate, and above all she wanted to hurt Bonnie.
Bonnie was more than ready to fight back but she didn't have to.
There was a blur of movement that appeared in front of Bonnie and lifted Agnes a couple of inches from the ground.
"Show some respect." Klaus hissed while squeezing Agnes's neck with all his strength, which considering the dagger buried inside his chest, it wasn't that much to begin with.
"Klaus," Bonnie beamed as she stared at Klaus's back. She felt relief and so happy to see him. The bond sent an electric shock to her system. It was filled with pure joy.
Klaus glanced at her over his shoulder and offered her a small smile.
Bonnie gasped when she saw the red veiny lines adorning his face and neck and she could also see them on his arms. "What-"She screamed as pain exploded all over her back.
The Seer had taken advantage of her moment of distraction to break free and attack.
Klaus growled sinking his claws into Agnes's flesh and tearing her throat open before dropping her to the ground like a rag doll. She gagged as blood flowed out of the wound and her body convulsed for a few agonizing seconds before she died.
Bonnie sank to her knees screaming. Her back burned, it was like pure liquid fire had been thrown over her skin. It only lasted for a few seconds but it was extremely painful. Her breath came in short gasps as the pain dissipated. She breathed a sigh of relief as her skin healed and mended rapidly. She didn't understand how she was able to heal so fast but it didn't matter, the fury she felt in that moment consumed her.
That's it! Bonnie thought angrily. It had to end now.
Klaus launched himself at the Seer but she used her magic and crushed both his legs. "I'm not part of the French Quarter Coven anymore." She hissed. Her magic had been left intact for it was no longer bound to the Ancestors. "I'm not your average witch." A sinister smile curved her lips as she conjured the needle of sorrows sending it towards Bonnie who was still on her knees.
"Neither am I." Bonnie lifted her hand and the needle shattered into tiny pieces with a single blast of her magic.
The Seer's nostrils flared and her jaw clenched. She was ready to send another attack but Bonnie didn't let her have the chance. She was done playing games. With a wave of her had she let the power of Expression slam with all its fury against the older witch.
"You sent hunters after me." Bonnie pulled herself to her feet.
The Seer screamed in agony as Bonnie broke every single one of her bones.
"You murdered innocent people at the ball." Bonnie walked closer, right hand extended as she channeled all the power of Expression.
Blood oozed out of the Seer's nose and down her chin as pain exploded inside her brain. She felt like her brain was melting. It burn.
"You hurt my family." Bonnie flung the Seer back towards her coven. The witches were still on their knees trapped by Bonnie's magic. Unlike their leader they hadn't been able to break free.
The witches flinched and gasped fearfully as the Seer's body twisted painfully, convulsing from magical assault. Her screams echoed all around them as Expression attacked her again and again.
It was over and they all knew it.
"Please…" one witch cried out. "We were just following orders." She looked at Bonnie pleadingly.
"Vampire whore!" Another one yelled.
"You have to let us go!" Another said firmly. "You can't do this to us!"
"You will regret this!" One older witch spat furiously.
"We will kill you!" one swore.
"Bitch!" another yelled.
"You made your choice." Bonnie glared at them. She had given them a choice; it was too late for regrets now. She knew in her heart that they would never stop. The witches viewed her child as a threat and as long as her baby was alive they were going to keep trying to end his or her life. Bonnie felt determined to ensure that never happened.
"Incendia." The word left Bonnie's lips without a second thought. The spell fueled with her emotions, the anger, the pain, the fear, everything the Seer and her attacks against her had made her feel since all of this began.
The Seer and her entire coven were set aflame.
It happened so fast, so suddenly the witches didn't have time to react. One moment they were paralyzed and the next they were burning. There was nothing they could do except scream as their bodies were engulfed in the ferocious flames.
Bonnie did not look away. She watched the Seer's body burn, hearing her agonizing screams echo around the property, mixing with the screams of her coven.
The sky was suddenly illuminated by flashes of lighting.
Rain began falling hard all over the property.
Bonnie stood silently, eyes lost in the fire in front of her. Despite the hard rain that fell down from the sky Bonnie didn't get wet. The rain did not touch her at all, nor did it touch the burning flames.
The witches continued to burn.
Matt and Cary made their way slowly inside the Sanatorium. Matt carried a crossbow with him ready to attack but there were no attacks to defend himself from. By the time he and Cary stepped inside, the fighting was over.
In reality the battle hadn't even lasted an hour, if one can call it a battle. Without their magic the witches hadn't been able to fight back.
There were bodies sprawled everywhere, dead and bloodied corpses all over the first floor. Matt caught a couple of hybrids crouched down on the floor, drinking greedily from the dead witches.
Others were dragging the bodies out and piling them up on the front lawn.
Matt frowned when he spotted a hybrid in the corner. He had two corpses on his lap and was sucking greedily from the arm of another. There was a wild look on his face, his eyes gold and territorial and he growled in warning as Matt and Cary passed by him. He clutched the body tightly to his chest and bared his fangs angrily.
"Witch blood is intoxicating to vampires," Cary muttered as they climb up the stairs. He had heard that many vampires had become rippers after drinking from a witch.
Matt had counted at least six bodies between the front door and the stairs and three more in the hallway on the second floor. He didn't feel any pity. It was strange; he didn't feel sorry for them. He felt cold and detached as he stared at the corpses.
Am I a terrible person? Matt wondered. He should feel horrified at the massacre that had taken place but he didn't. He didn't feel anything at all. Because he remembered the screams at the ball, he remembered the panic and the fear of the people that were murdered that night. He remembered the blow to his head and the agonizing last seconds before he died. All because the witches wanted the Mikaelson siblings and Bonnie.
"Matt…"
Matt and Cary turned to the sound of Rebekah's voice. The moment the Seer had died the link had been broken and Rebekah had woken up.
"Rebekah!" Matt threw the crossbow on the floor and rushed to her side. He crushed her body against his in a fierce hug. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he pulled away searching her face frantically, trying to find any injury.
"Bit dizzy," Rebekah mumbled, she was starving as well but she managed a smile and caressed his cheek lightly.
Matt's head came down and he crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. Rebekah responded immediately wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning as their tongues clashed together. They forgot about everything and everyone as they kissed passionately.
Cary looked away feeling uncomfortable by the display of affection. He cleared his throat hoping they would take the hint but they didn't. When Rebekah slammed Matt against the opposite wall and began planting kisses down his chin and neck Cay knew he had to get away from there. The couple had obviously no intention to stop audience or not.
Matt moaned as Rebekah sucked on his pulse point.
"Right, I'll go down then." Cary said-not that the couple heard him. He quickly turned around and made his way down the stairs as fast as his legs could take him.
Ishmael helped Elijah out of the chains. The Original was still feverish but he was conscious. The venom had started to leave his system. He was feeling much better.
"Sabine…" he said blinking rapidly and leaning against the wall for support. "Where is she?"
"I don't know." Ishmael responded. The scent of witch and werewolf lingered in the air, as did the smell of other herbs.
"She was here…she…" Elijah remembered the kiss. Her lips had been soft, familiar. He felt like he had kissed her before. There had been a moment…he shook his head. His judgment was clearly impaired due to the venom.
"She must have escaped when the fighting began." Ishmael said. A couple of witches had probably made it out of the house alive and since Sabine had been in the basement she probably had succeeded unlike most of the witches upstairs.
"Fighting…" Elijah stared at Ishmael with confusion.
"The witches took Klaus and Rebekah as well. Bonnie organized the hybrids and came up with a plan of attack." Ishmael informed him.
"Did she?" Elijah couldn't help but smile. He also remembered the night Bonnie had nearly taken his brother down. Bonnie had been fierce that night, she was bit older and far more powerful now. He could only imagine what she had done to the witches. Niklaus would no doubt be proud of his witch.
"Let's get out of here."
Elijah slowly followed Ishmael out of the basement. He still couldn't understand why Sabine had chained him in the basement. She had left without trying to kill him or injure him further why? What was the witch playing at? More importantly what was she hiding? Why did he feel like he knew her?
Elijah felt troubled and intrigued by her. He frowned as he touched his right arm, where he felt a dull pain. There was a name engraved on his wrist…Brynne Deveraux.
What are you playing at? Elijah wondered as he stared at the ink on his skin. It was clearly a spell. It was a puzzle, a clue that Sabine had left for him to figure out.
What do you want from me Sabine?
Elijah followed Ishmael up the stairs towards the first floor, his mind swirling with possibilities. There was sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A crazy thought that had come to his mind like a bolt of lightning.
It couldn't be and yet…
Bonnie didn't know how long she stood staring at the flames. The screams had stopped and the fire had dimmed but Bonnie kept staring at it. She was rooted to the spot. The magic inside of her swirling with little jolts of power that traveled all over her body.
She had just burned the Seer and her entire coven without batting an eyelash. Bonnie felt numb as she stared at the flames.
A hand touched her shoulder and Bonnie jumped startled by the sudden contact.
"Fuck!" Klaus flinched and pulled his hand away immediately. His hand had been set on fire. He watched horrified as the flames began spreading towards his wrist and arm. "Bloody hell!"
"Klaus!" Bonnie froze and stared in shock at his burning arm. "Oh my god!" with a wave of her hand the flames stopped.
Klaus groaned in pain as the red and burned flesh slowly tried to heal itself. His healing abilities were not at their full capacity thanks to the dark magic currently eating his insides.
"I'm sorry!" Bonnie couldn't believe what she had just done. She hadn't meant to. Her magic had simply reacted on its own accord. "Why aren't you healing?" She asked moving closer. She wanted to inspect his arm but was afraid to hurt him again. She noted that he looked feverish and was having difficulty standing up. There was an angry red gash on his chest from which the red veiny lines sprang for.
"Dagger…" Klaus managed to say. The blood he had drunk from the witches while he escaped had helped somewhat but the pain had come back full force. His entire body was boiling from the inside out. It was taking all of his strength to remain standing. He didn't have much time left. "Pull it out!" he hissed desperate to find some release from the pain. It didn't help that Bonnie had accidentally burned half of his arm. It hurt.
"I…" Bonnie hesitated. Her hands itched to touch him. She wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around him and hug him and kiss him. But she was afraid that if she touched him she would hurt him. She didn't want to hurt him again.
Klaus groaned and sank to his knees, his entire body trembling. He needed to get the bloody thing out before he passed out.
Bonnie bit her lip. "I don't want to hurt you." She got down on her knees in front of him.
"Just do it." He snapped. They couldn't keep wasting time. "Use your magic." It was going to hurt like a bitch but he had endured this long he could withstand the pain if it meant he would stop feeling like a parasite was eating his insides.
Bonnie took a deep breath and moved her hand over his chest, close but without touching his skin. She could feel the dark magic radiating off his skin, coming right from inside him. Her heart constricted as the echo of his pain flowed into her. He had been suffering for hours now.
She stared into his eyes. Klaus nodded before looking up into the dark night sky. It had stopped raining.
Bonnie used her magic and pulled the dagger out of Klaus's chest.
Klaus screamed as the dagger tore through his flesh on its way out. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. It felt like they were tearing him apart, limb from limb.
The white bone dagger covered with his blood fell on the ground in between them. Bonnie stared at it as Klaus's ragged breaths filled the air.
She looked up into his face, the red lines had disappeared from his face and arms but the gash on his chest was still more than visible.
She didn't hesitate. Bonnie pushed her dark hair to the side and bared her neck to him.
Klaus's eyes flashed gold immediately. He salivated at the thought of her rich and delicious blood. Under different circumstances perhaps he would've protested but there was no second thought or hesitation as his hand grabbed Bonnie by the back of the neck pulling her against him. This time her magic didn't burn him.
The sharp click as his fangs descended echoed in the darkness.
Bonnie shivered in anticipation.
Klaus growled as his face descended on her neck and Bonnie cried out as he bit her flesh. It hurt. It hurt more than she had anticipated.
Klaus had always prepared the biting zone by kissing and sucking playfully on her skin. He had always prepared her before biting into her flesh. This time there was no foreplay. His fangs tore through her skin violently, with desperation, sucking long mouthfuls of her blood. His arms wrapped around her waist tugging her closer as he continued to drink with greed.
Bonnie whimpered, her hands moving to his shoulders, the nails sinking into his pale skin. She closed her eyes as he sucked harder, fangs sinking deeper into her flesh, taking all of her blood, devouring her.
They stumbled back falling into the wet grass, Klaus's body crushing Bonnie beneath him. She shifted and he nudged his knee between hers, his heavy body crushing her.
The air left her lungs as he caged her tiny frame underneath him. Bonnie moaned as Klaus continued to suck her blood with desperation.
White light exploded behind her eyelids and Bonnie began to feel dizzy. "Klaus…"
The hybrid continued to drink, sucking and gulping down mouthfuls of her blood. He had never drunk from her like this. He had always been careful, never overindulging, not even in their most wild and passionate moments. For one single moment she was afraid he wasn't going to stop.
"Klaus please…"
The taste of her intoxicating blood consumed him but the fear and panic in her voice cut through his clouded brain like a bucket of cold water. He froze above her.
Klaus pulled away from her neck immediately. He searched her face fearfully, noticing her wide eyes and the way her body trembled underneath him. She looked pale and terrified. He had scared her. He had savagely fed from her without thought or care. He had hurt her.
He swallowed the remains of her blood and stared horrified at the angry fang marks on her skin. He had bitten her viciously. He felt disgusted with himself. How could he have been such a beast? How could he have let the bloodlust consume him and hurt the most precious person in the world to him?
Bonnie blinked up at him as the air returned to her lungs.
Klaus pulled one of his wrists into his mouth ready to feed her some of his blood and heal the horrible bite marks on her precious skin only to freeze. He watched mesmerized as the bite marks began healing on their own. The red angry dots reducing in size until they disappeared completely from Bonnie's neck, until there was not a single mark visible on her skin. "How did you do that?"
"I don't know." A small laugh escaped Bonnie's lips. The trembling had stopped. The dizziness had passed. Even the color had returned to her cheeks. She felt energized and revitalized all of a sudden. She felt giddy, excited.
How strange, Bonnie thought. A few moments before she had felt dizzy due to the blood lost but now she felt fine. Better than fine, she felt incredible. The kind of euphoria she got whenever Klaus fed her his blood. She was still high on magic.
Klaus pulled away from her, kneeling on the grass and studying her face with a frown.
Bonnie sat up and touched the side of her neck. The skin was smooth and soft, it had completely healed on its own. She stood up.
"Are you okay?" Klaus stood as well searching her face.
"I'm fine." Bonnie replied. She moved her eyes over his body and noticed that he had completely healed. She licked her lips as she stared at his exposed flesh. The wave of desire she felt in that moment made her almost dizzy again.
Klaus traced the outline of her cheek. "I'm sorry," he murmured staring into her eyes. "I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you." He still could't believe he had lost control that way. Like a newborn vampire crazed with bloodlust. He knew better.
"I'm fine." Bonnie told him. She could feel his turmoil. "I didn't realize how hungry you were…" it had been a bit frightening she was not going to deny that. But Bonnie knew that Klaus would never intentionally hurt her. She trusted him.
"Bonnie…" he should've known better. He couldn't believe he had risked her life like that, risked his child's life!
She silenced him by planting a scorching kiss on him. Bonnie didn't want him to feel bad, she was fine. She poured everything into the kiss. Her relief, her happiness, her desire, and her utter joy at having him with her once more, Bonnie tried to convey all of it as she kissed him.
She had missed him so much. She needed him to know how much she had longed for him. How much she cared for him…how much she loved him.
Klaus responded with equal fervor, their lips meeting and parting, tongues coming together in a sensual dance. He wrapped one arm around her waist and tugged her forward pressing their bodies closer together.
"I missed you." Bonnie murmured breaking away from his lips needing to catch her breath for a few seconds before his lips claimed hers again and again. His hands roamed over her back, needy, desperate to touch, to feel her against him.
Someone cleared their throat and Bonnie froze. She pulled away from a reluctant Klaus to find Felix awkwardly standing a few feet away from them. The other hybrids were also making their way towards them.
"Sorry…" Felix said looking away from them.
Bonnie flushed in embarrassment but she also felt angry at the interruption. She glared at Felix while crossing her arms over her chest. She bit her lip as she looked in Klaus's direction. The hybrid stood next to her, shirtless, pale skin gleaming in the moonlight. Her hands itched to touch, to kiss, to lick, to mark that perfect sculptured flesh as her own. Another wave of heat and desire slammed into her body like a volcano. She could easily snap Felix's neck so she and Klaus could continue what they had started. Bonnie shook her head. Jesus Christ! what's wrong with me? A few minutes before she had been numb and now her emotions were all over the place.
Klaus gave her a knowing a looking, sensing her desire and need for him, which matched his own. "Later…" he promised with a heated look.
Bonnie nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. Oh yes, Absolutely please!
Klaus turned as he felt his pack approaching them.
"Klaus!" Alexa flew straight into his arms.
Bonnie growled next to him. The temperature dropped all of a sudden and magic filled the air once more.
The ire she felt in that moment shook her to the core. Bonnie had to close her eyes before she did something she would later regret.
Klaus forcibly pulled the girl away from him. He could feel Bonnie's anger and jealousy echo through the bond and knew his witch was seconds away from setting Alexa on fire.
Alexa seemed oblivious to the tension she had caused. The hybrid pack shifted nervously, their skins itching. They could all feel the power emanating from Bonnie, not to mention see the murderous look she was giving Alexa.
Klaus growled. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he snapped. "You're supposed to be in Baton Rouge." He had given specific orders and she had disobeyed him.
"I came to help." Alexa was quick to respond. "The witches had taken you I just-"
"I will deal with you later." Klaus hissed a murderous look on his eyes. Alexa swallowed nervously. "Where is Brian?" he asked suddenly as his eyes scanned the pack.
Jesse and Riley exchanged nervous looks.
"He overindulged in witch blood." Riley informed him.
"The lunatic feeding on the dead corpses I presume," Rebekah said as she Matt, Ishmael, and Elijah made their way towards the group. "Really Nik, you must teach your minions some manners."
Klaus rolled his eyes before he looked her over, ensuring she had not been harmed by the witches.
Rebekah smiled noting his concern gaze and said something in a language the others didn't understand, Elijah joined in as well. The three siblings spoke briefly in their childhood tongue.
"Are you both alright?" Bonnie asked looking from Rebekah to Elijah. The spike of anger she had felt at Alexa had disappeared as quickly as it had come. Bonnie focused her attention on the Mikaelson siblings. Rebekah looked okay; there was a slight flush to her cheek. Elijah on the other hand seemed rather feverish and he was shirtless as Klaus was.
"Nothing a little rest won't cure." Rebekah replied a grin on her face as she turned to look at her friend. "Your majesty," She said in a teasing tone. From what she had heard Bonnie had taken charge during their kidnapping. Rebekah felt proud.
Bonnie smiled.
"Ishmael tells me you planned the whole thing." Elijah said as he crossed his arms over his chest hiding the name carved into his skin. "Thank-you." He told Bonnie sincerely. The witch nodded.
"It was a clever plan." Angelica said as she Lucy, Joanna, and Abby made their way towards the group. The werewolf pack stood a few feet away from them.
Elijah didn't miss the way Lucy's eyes moved over his naked chest. He raised an eyebrow and she winked in his direction a playful smirk on her lips.
Joanna handed the wool to Bonnie. It was now red and coiled into a sphere. All of the supernaturals felt the power radiating off it.
"What did you do exactly?" Rebekah asked curiously.
"I created a spell to strip the witches of their magic." Bonnie replied. Davina's blood had been the key. She was the last Harvest girl. She was connected to all the witches' of the French Quarter, is how she knew when they used magic and how to locate them. Joanna, Lucy, and Angelica had performed the spell, taking the witches magic and putting it into the wool which had been bathed with Davina's blood.
The magic they had taken from the witches was now in the wool. Bonnie could feel all that power as she held it.
"Thank-you." Bonnie looked at her cousins and Angelica. She had created the spell but they had been the ones to cast it.
"It was a brilliant spell." Joanna said smiling. Bonnie had clearly outdone herself.
"The idea wasn't mine." Bonnie smiled in Matt's direction. It had been Matt's suggestion that had turned the wheels in her head and helped her come up with the spell.
Matt beamed as he and Rebekah held hands. He felt happy that he had been able to help.
"Now what?" Charles asked the group.
"I think we all can use some rest." Ishmael suggested tuning towards Klaus.
"I quite agree." Klaus moved his gaze over the werewolf pack before looking at Ishmael and Cary. "Thank-you, all of you." He meant it. He had never anticipated that the wolves would show such loyalty.
"We're family." Cary told him with a smile. The other wolves nodded.
Klaus met Elijah's eyes. His brother smiled.
Family is power, he had told him once. Perhaps Elijah had been right all along. Klaus took Bonnie's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Bonnie beamed. She could sense Klaus's surprise, gratitude, and happiness that his werewolf family had not reject him and had even helped him and his siblings.
"What are we going to do with the bodies?" Mila asked.
"And Brian?" Belle asked looking at Klaus. She didn't particularly like Brian but it was obvious that he wasn't himself.
"Chris is with him now," Jesse told Klaus. "He seems rabid." He shuddered. He had never seen a hybrid act like that. He had fed on a witch or two but he hadn't lost control like Brian had.
"He's high on witch blood." Alexa mumbled. She stared at Bonnie and Klaus's joined hands before looking away.
"Take him to the plantation," Klaus instructed Felix. "Snap his neck and chain him if necessary." The last thing they needed was a hybrid loose on the French Quarter.
Felix nodded and took off inside the Sanatorium where Chris and Brian were.
"We'll return to the camp." Ishmael shook Klaus's hand and met his eyes. "I expect to see you soon." Klaus had agreed to spend time with the pack and learn their ways after all.
The hybrid nodded. He intended to keep his word.
"As for the bodies…" Klaus and Elijah exchanged knowing looks. "I have an idea…"
Katie knocked frantically on Sophie's door. "Come one," she had run out of the Sanatorium the moment she had spotted the Seer and her coven on their knees in front of the Mikaelson witch. Klaus had gone straight towards his wife and Katie had disappeared into the night.
She wanted to go to Thierry but he was probably with Marcel. She needed to talk to someone. She didn't know if she had done right or made the worst mistake of her life.
"Katie!" Sophie opened the door startled by the frantic look on the other witch's face. "Come in."
"You are not going to believe what happened…" She stopped short when she spotted Father Kieran, sitting calmly in the living room.
"Hello Katie." The father greeted her kindly as he stood up.
Katie frowned. The priest wasn't exactly an enemy but he wasn't an ally of the witches either.
"Davina is missing." Sophie informed her. "Father Kieran thinks the coven has her." He had been interrogating Sophie nonstop about Davina's whereabouts.
"Do you know anything?" Kieran asked his eyes boring into Katie's.
Katie pressed her lips together and shook her head. "I don't think the coven took Davina." The Seer would've boasted about it. The coven and the Seer had only one thing in mind to kill Bonnie and her child. The Ancestors wanted the Mikaelson baby or so the Elders had said.
"Are you okay?" Sophie asked with concern.
Katie shook her head. She wanted to talk to her but she didn't know how much she could say in front of the priest.
"I should get going." Father Kieran said sensing that Katie wanted to talk to Sophie alone. "Please let me know if you hear anything about Davina."
Sophie nodded and escorted him outside.
Katie flopped down on the couch feeling nervous and exhausted. What kind of mess had she gotten herself into?
"What's wrong?" Sophie asked coming back into the living room.
"I just sold my soul to the devil." Katie replied sadly. She shuddered remembering how easily Klaus had killed two witches from the coven.
"Something tells me you need a drink, come on."
Katie stood up and followed Sophie out of the living room. She accidentally bumped into the coffee table and a trinket felt to the ground, shattering to pieces. "I'm sorry."
Katie got down on her knees. "I'll fix it." She promised as Sophie got down on the floor too.
Katie waved her hand over the pieces using her magic to fix the damage but nothing happened. She frowned and tried again.
"Forgot the spell?" Sophie teased as she moved her own hand over the shattered ornament.
Nothing happened.
Sophie tried again but nothing. She stared at her hands trying to figure out what was wrong. She didn't feel any different. She moved her hand over the pieces once more and closed her eyes concentrating harder than before. But once again nothing happen. "What the hell?"
And that's when it hit them.
Katie and Sophie stared into each other's faces, fear and panic clearly visible in both of their eyes.
"Our magic is gone."