No One's POV
"I warned you, Bennett Witch." Brooklyn growls, her gaze burning with the gold of her magic, her magic shifting and crashing inside of her like waves crashing against a bank. "Not mess with things you couldn't understand. But you just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" Brooklyn hisses, her fingers curling to bring Bonnie to her own knees, crying out in pain under Brooklyn's power.
"Bonnie!" Elena and Caroline scream, Caroline flashing towards Brooklyn only to be waved away with a slight hand, discarded like last year's fashion choices.
"Don't even try." Brooklyn warns, her gaze cold as ice and hard as steel, full of righteous anger and fury. "You cannot challenge me. I have more power than you could ever wish, ever hope to have." Brooklyn begins to pace, glaring at the Scooby gang (plus doppelganger bitch number two, Katerina).
"You can't out power me. In fact, no one can…" Brooklyn informs them, forcing them all to the ground. "Not my twin brother, not my pack, or my coven, not even the Original Hybrid." Brooklyn looks at Niklaus briefly before turning her gaze back towards the Scooby gang, to which Bonnie appears to try and look brave and defiant.
"So what makes you, Bennett Witch-" Brooklyn spits out Bonnie's title like a curse as she stalks towards her, lithe and light, a predator that had locked onto her prey. "Think you can over power me? I'm the most powerful supernatural being on this earth." Brooklyn laughs, her laugh almost cold and emotionless, far from her normal warmth as her eyes burn a harsh, molten gold.
"No one this that powerful-" Damon tries to interject, finally finding his voice and his backbone; after being thrown to the ground much like a rag doll, along with this brother and Elena and Caroline, he had been left more than a little stunned, he out of all them hadn't really had many encounters with Brooklyn, save for the brief conversation in The Grill, and therefore had little experience with her powers.
"Ah, you don't get to speak, Damon Salvatore. This is where you zip it. The grown-ups are speaking now." Brooklyn snaps snarkily, her eyes glowing again, promptly muting the eldest Salvatore along with Elena for good measure, since the moment she muted Damon, Elena open her mouth as if to speak.
"You know… I almost felt sorry for you, Bonnie… I did." Brooklyn tells Bonnie, almost as if she was egging Bonnie on, tempting her to make the first move. "After losing your mother, your grandmother… You had no one. No one to teach you right from wrong. To guide you… Similar to you, I know loss. I know what it's like to feel like there is nothing guiding you. But, unlike you, I found guidance… And, I did learn. I listened to others." Brooklyn's voice is more sincere, for she is telling the truth even if she was using it as an opportunity to get Bonnie to slip up or make a mistake.
"What do you know about loss!?" Bonnie practically screams at Brooklyn, looking furious and precariously out of control.
"More than you think." Brooklyn replies evenly, subtly shifting her weight as if preparing for an impending fight.
"I'm giving you this one opportunity, Bonnie Bennett." Brooklyn offers as if she's being generous. "Back down or face the consequences of your choices."
"From you?" Bonnie questions, her expression hardening into a stubborn, mulish look. "I can do this all day."
"Have it your way…" Brooklyn offers casually with a toss of her dirty blonde hair before another causal wave of her hand nearly sends Bonnie flying into a tree, pinning her there with another casual flick of her wrist.
"You know, most people are smart enough to stay on my good side. I've got a bit of a temper, if you haven't noticed. But you, Scooby gang, must have the short end when it comes to common sense or brains. Because you've managed to piss me off…" Brooklyn advances toward Bonnie and her squad of misfits and rabble, eyes burning brighter than a supernova as Brooklyn unleashes her magic, the skies beginning to darken overhead, lightning striking in flashes, illuminating Brooklyn like some ethereal, avenging angel, and the sky and ground rumbling as Brooklyn's powers threaten to shake and tear at the world around them; for the first time, Bonnie looks scared, as if the gravity of what she is going up against has finally hit her, but Brooklyn gives her little time to formulate a spell, let alone any words to speak or retort back a defense.
"It's quite simple really. I could rule the world. Rule over the very hearts and minds of men, every supernatural creature bowing before me. The Originals, controlled, subdued, their minds consumed not of their own thoughts, but of mine, their will twisted, molded, carefully crafted to my own desires, perfect weapons, perfect soldiers; willing, obedient, and complacent to my every bidding and whim… A darker world than you know it." Brooklyn paints a picture of what her powers could do if not controlled. "I can level mountains, part the seas, command the heavens, destroy cities, conquer nations and empires with the power that shifts and crashes within me. I could create a new world order, a new rule… I, a beautiful, ruthless, all powerful, perfect, eternal, queen."
"But for all of that, I am balance. And I serve at the will of Nature and Earth. Something that you have yet to understand, Bonnie Bennett." Brooklyn tells the younger witch, her gaze narrowing at the Bennett Witch. "And, for all the powers you have, they are not entirely your own, are they?"
"I- I- What do you mean?" Bonnie manages to stammer out, managing to look arrogantly defiant as she stands before the Emrys Descendant and heir.
"You have disrupted things you do not understand, yet you claim their power and authority as your own. You are a dishonor to your line, Bennett Witch." Brooklyn looks at Bonnie with no amount of disdain. "The authority of Ancestral Lines comes at a price. Even for the Emrys Descendants."
"I did- I did nothing wrong!" Bonnie defends, her voice full of self-righteousness and clearly unapologetic for her actions.
"Nature would see it differently Bonnie Bennett." Brooklyn replies evenly. "You've abused your rights and authority of the Ancestral Line. And, for that, you will no longer be allowed to use your magic." Brooklyn warns the Bennett Witch. "Until you learn to control it, or prove that you will no longer abuse it as you have." With a flare of magic, suddenly a thin, gold band wraps around Bonnie's wrist like a bracelet, only this one is unbreakable and binding.
"What did you-" Bonnie frantically attempts to cast a spell, only to find herself falling short. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
"You'll find that I can." Brooklyn answers even toned. "As I warned you before, you are free to choose, but also free to suffer the consequences."
"As for you, Katerina…" Brooklyn's gaze glimmers with a darkness. "Did you really believe your precious, noble Elijah would side with you? You used him, played him. You left him. You never even loved him. You can't love. You don't have a heart. You're a Petrova, you're a doppelganger. They're all the same, after all… Conquer, divide, destroy… And, your time's run out, bitch." Brooklyn sneers, Katerina barely having time to retort some snarky comeback before a wooden stake is driven into her back, body going up in flames, killing her instantly.
"Now, let this be a lesson to you, all of you, not to cross me…" Brooklyn growls warningly at the rest of the Scooby gang, her eyes glowing with a fierceness and fire. "And, you, Bennett Witch… I warned you not to challenge me. Because you'll lose, every time. You think this is bad. This is only a fraction of what I can do. Do not cross me again." Brooklyn growls at Bonnie, her magic finally relenting, dropping the rest of the Scooby gang from her spell only to promptly snap the Salvatore's necks to drop them into unconsciousness.
