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Two solid doors fashioned from gold and the same stone which made up Ivar's castle floors in York swung open before him. The entrance led to an elevated rising which overlooked a field of verdant likened to Bonnie's eyes. Upon the countryside two warriors fought a bitter match. Each wore the other's blood. They bore bruises and wounds given by the other's hands. The fighters fought gloriously. Every aim of their blade sought to inflict a fatal blow. What a sight they presented. Beholding them nigh pilfered his attention from the fact he not only stood, but he also walked without the aid of his iron crutch. Yet even this was no feat compared to who stood at the stone banister just paces away. His father…Ragnar.
Elation swelled from the depths of his chest. He never believed he'd sight his father again. Not while he still dwelled within the realms of Midgard. Yet there he stood before him. He appeared younger than he remembered him. Instead of his head being free of hair as when he saw him last, he now wore it in the way of Ubbe's and Bjorn's. He looked to be just as formidable a warrior as them as well. Having no desire to squander anymore sands in the hour glass not speaking with the man who added focus to his existence, Ivar crossed the distance separating them to stand next to his father at the stone banister.
"Your mistreatment of Bonnie has shamed me," Ragnar said without tearing his gaze from the warriors who battled below. "You told me you would care for her…protect her. Yet it is you and yours from whom she must be protected."
His father's charges fell upon him like tumbling boulders. For they took him unawares and placed his pride beneath the soles of his boot. He shook his head as anger replaced his elation. "I did care for her and she betrayed me." Ragnar's eyes rolled even as they remained trained in the direction of the warriors. This incited him to turn all the way about to face his father's side full on. "She allowed Lagertha to murder my mother in cold blood, she chose to remain at Bjorn's side even when she had leave to depart from him, and then she destroyed our bond by marrying king Harald's brother. She vowed to love me, and then gutted me!" He growled from the clench of his teeth. "Every trouble she now suffers under is a burden of her own fashioning."
"If you believe Bonnie would ever hurt you without cause then you never really knew her at all." Ragnar finally spun to incinerate him with a glare so blazing he doubted the Christian hell possessed fires hot enough to forge such a blistering stare. "Almost every act she's ever committed has been in the service of another. The one thing she dared to claim for her own, the rebuke she settled upon herself out paced the thought she took to commit herself to the deed."
"I care not for the remorse she endured after her slight. Bonnie no longer matters within the supernatural procession." Ivar swept his gaze back to the now clear battlefield.
"Bonnie is the supernatural procession! She is the mother of it all." His father jabbed a finger at him. "And your only task was to love her without end. In this you have failed me…failed me in a way even Rollo never managed."
He shook his head against such accusations. "This is not true!"
"You've entered into marriage with a disciple of the wicked who will give birth to Ragnarök. You then turned your face from your only babe to honor a vessel of evil who is not of our flesh."
"No, no! I am a god and my wife is the rightful Supreme!" He bellowed, slapping a palm down on the banister.
"I forwent my birthright because I believed your affections for her could be likened to my own." Ragnar cast his gaze away once more and hung his head. "Yet my beliefs were misplaced. For I left you a treasure you have not cherished."
He spit on the ground at his father's feet. "You left me a whore whom I've treated as such."
"I bestowed upon you everything, it's a pity you're too sightless to see the whole of your inheritance. For Bonnie's heart outweighs anything Midgard or Asgard could ever ponder to offer you. This is something I was certain you knew." Ragnar then turned to walk towards the doors he'd entered earlier.
Unable to tolerate being berated and dismissed so thoroughly by Ragnar, Ivar's fury tore him asunder. "You told me to make them pay, to use my anger!" He bellowed after his father's retreating back. "You told me to be ruthless!"
Ragnar whirled back around, blue pigmented flames burned unchecked in his glare. "I told you to use your anger intelligently, but all that stands before me now is a fool set adrift within his madness."
Ivar came awake to a pounding within his chest and the echo of his father's words between his ears.
Hvitserk decided to visit with the Seer before speaking with Ivar. He knew he'd promised Thora he'd remind his brother of his vow to their former mate. Yet he couldn't help but believe Fate may somehow have had a hand in Bonnie seeking him out. Perhaps, she meant to see him joined to his former mate once again. If this was indeed the case, then he wouldn't abide such ordering of his steps. This is why he'd chosen to attend the Seer once more. For whom else's sight but Kattegat's oracle offered such certainty?
When he arrived at the Seer's keep a large horde gathered about the structure. The citizen's appeared disturbed and angered due to the soldiers who barred them from approaching the entrance. As Hvitserk drew near, he leveled the warriors with a slitted glare. Without hesitation the men stepped aside to allow him into the keep. Once inside he noticed the pile of earth the Seer had resided upon the rising before empty and the wardrobe across from the plot of soil open.
Hvitserk first moved to the rich pile of earth and stooped down. An area among the soil appeared darker than the surrounding parts. Without hesitancy, he plunged his fingers into the depths and withdrew. A wetness with a hue likened to blood coated his fingers. Something dark and telling pricked his senses. It warned of the Seer being forced to greet his end. Unease crept over him as his gaze lifted to regard the open cupboard.
Hvitserk rose and crossed the room to the sideboard. He peered inside and Bonnie's scent slammed into his nostrils along with the stench of piss. His gaze dropped to regard the oddly hued chalice she'd gifted to the Seer long ago lying on the floor of the space. Had she witnessed what had become of the Seer? Could this be the reason she sought him out? Why she appeared so frightened? Perhaps he should speak with Ivar.
He left the Seer's keep for the long house. There he saw Freydis secreted away in a shadowed corner speaking with one of Ivar's personal warriors. So involved in their discussions, they hadn't witnessed him enter. He stalked pass them headed for the personal quarters. Inside his mother's former lodgings he discovered Ivar attempting to descend to the bottom of his cup. He appeared to have been long in his attempts.
"The Seer is missing, Ivar." He halted short of towering over his brother who sat upon the edge of his bed hunched over.
"Yes, yes." Without glancing up, Ivar waved a hand at him. "I've heard as such. My personal warriors has assured me he sought his leave without so much as a trail to track."
He snorted and it burst with derided disbelief. Ivar always did believe everyone around him to be fools. "Bonnie visited my keep."
"What did she tell you?!"
The unexpected roar which thundered from his brother snatched his head sideways. "Bonnie fears for the life of her child. She believes your wife means to do her babe harm and from what I witnessed over the pass moon cycles her beliefs are not without cause."
"Hmph," his brother grunted before returning to his chalice.
"Ivar, you vowed you'd allow Bonnie to give birth to her babe without stress or threat." When his brother failed to pay him heed, he slapped the chalice from his hand. "You vowed no harm would come to the babe!"
An unnatural glow fired Ivar's glare as he attempted to set him ablaze by sight alone. "I'd never harm my—Bonnie's babe!" Suspicion further slitted Hvitserk's glowering glare. "And why are you minded of the child Bonnie carries? Have you not a wife of your own now?" A sneering smirk twisted his brother's lips. "Perhaps you should train a closer eye upon her and remove yourself from affairs which no longer concerns you."
"And maybe you should keep a closer watch upon your wife. For she plots much and Bonnie is a great distance from being wrong about her," Hvitserk said, holding Ivar's glare with an unflinching one of his own. He leaned down until the tips of their noses almost touched. "I know what you've done to the Seer. You don't fool me, Ivar, you never have. So you should know this, if any harm befalls Bonnie or her babe because of you or your wife, I shall bring this kingdom down upon you both. And this is my vow to you brother." With that said he spun about on his heel and sought his leave.
Bonnie sat by the waters of her cove rereading her treasured copy of James Baldwin's Giovanni's Room. Wilbur's large head rested in her ever dwindling lap. She stroked the tufts of hair between her entitled pig's ears as her gaze devoured each word on the page. So caught up in David's narrative she nearly missed the large eagle which landed next to her. Wilbur snorts of offense drew her attention to the impressive creature. Someone had attached a small pouch to its ankle.
The predacious bird stared at her with large golden eyes. She arched a brow as she unfastened the small bag from the bird. Once she did, the fowl spread its large wings and launched itself into the sky. Having about enough disturbance for one day, Wilbur rose and trotted off into the forest. She watched him go for a moment before glancing back down at the pouch. Inside, she discovered neatly folded slips of paper. A smile twitched the corners of her lips. Well wasn't Guthrum full of surprises. Feeling a lightness she hadn't felt since before the first battle, she unfolded the letter and began to read…
My Favored Girl,
I hope this letter discovers you at ease and in robust health. Though as of late your emotions through our bond has been more than a bit troubling. To the point it challenges my faithfulness as your Inquisitor. You should know I have delivered all but two of the missives in which you've entrusted me. Ubbe still wavers in his path. Yet once he'd decides his course then I shall know which letter to offer him on your behalf.
Things in this land are as dire as you believed. The ilk of dark nothingness still thrives here. Even Prince Ethelred has managed to enter into matrimony with one of your enemy's disciples. Your divinity and protection, however, clings to him and repels the hollowed void he now claims as wife. So his mind and will shall remain his own. You should also know Sigurd is now wed to the Queen of North Umbria, King Alle's youngest daughter. This came to pass as you foresaw. I am certain Sigurd's presence there will soon liberate that kingdom of the hollowed one's influence.
Bjorn grows restless with each passing rising. He even approached me to inquire of a letter from you. I told him there was no such missive. I'm unsure why you decided not to write him. Perhaps some things are better offered from the tongue than the pen. King Harald has managed to discover us here in this land. He means to engage Wessex in battle. This is what Ubbe informed King Alfred after his parlay with the Vestfold King. When I attempted to learn more of their talks Ubbe refused to offer anymore details. All he would say is we should prepare for battle. So this is what I have done. In a few turns of the hour glass I will engage in yet another battle. Before I do, I wanted to touch your heart and mind even if I must settle upon doing so from a distance. Until we meet again, My Forever Girl.
Yours Always,
Jedi
"Supreme, eve will be upon us soon. We should return to the keep," Thomas called to her from the top of the hill.
Bonnie rose with her book, the pouch, and letter clutched to her chest. "I'm coming, Thomas." She called, while beginning to climb the hill.
Once she reached the top he hurried over to her and took the items from her hands. He then placed his free hand to the small of her back and guided her through the forest. When they arrived back at Kattegat he drew even closer and became more vigilant. Like her, he to sensed the danger which stalked her within the gates of the city.
As they passed through the market place she noticed a large crowd gathered at the center of the square. A moment later the horde split. Kattegat warriors huffed and heaved about until they managed to hoist a towering statue. Disgust puckered her features. An iron and wooden replica of Ivar rocked out in full battle attire helmet and all glared down at her. Here his ass goes! She tore her gaze away from the statue and locked eyes with Hvitserk. He appeared as bothered as she felt. They held gazes for several moments before Thomas pulled her in the direction of her keep.
When she arrived home, she found Silas sitting on the sectional studying one of the grimoires she'd gifted Guthrum. Upon hearing her enter, he offered her a distracted glance and hello. The look on her face must have revealed more than she intended, because he shot from the sectional as if he'd been fired from a cannon. He grabbed her, cupping her face in his hands.
"What's wrong?" He demanded, while searching her face for the answers her tongue was reluctant to tell. "Were you hurt…did someone hurt you?"
She inhaled a gust of air, and then swallowed. "No, it j-just…this sense of doom is only getting stronger. Everywhere I go now, it feels as if I'm being watched." She waved a hand at the door. "And Ivar's finally erected a false idol of himself in the center of the city." Flooding panic saturated her field of vision. "I'm so fucking scared for my child, Silas. There's a real threat against her life. I don't know where its coming from and I'm nowhere near strong enough to fight whatever's coming."
"No but I am, Bennett," he said, pulling her to his chest and wrapping his arms around her. "Look, you only have one more month until the baby is born. I think it best if you didn't leave the house until you give birth. I know you don't like-,"
Her head bobbed against his chest. "Okay, I won't." She readily agreed. Though she hated being forced to remain inside, she'd brick up her damn doorway if it meant keeping her baby girl safe.
For the next month Bonnie shackled herself to her keep. While doing so Silas went out of his way to occupy her. He helped her build a crib in which she wouldn't place a Raggedy Anne doll. As they put their first attempt to flames, he told her tales from his childhood. How'd he once been slated for sacrifice only to be spared by the Mother of All for a greater purpose. He confessed to being drawn to her foremother Qetsiyah when he first met her. Yet never being attracted to her as a man should to a woman. He claimed the thought of laying with her repulsed him and he never understood why. She thought him full of shit, but she kept those thoughts to herself.
More and more she began to depend on him, enjoy his company even. Now when she looked at him she saw more than the monster who ripped the heart from the back of the man she loved. Instead she saw a friend fighting just as hard as she to keep her daughter safe. For this is how she'd come to regard him, as a friend. She believed he regarded her the same way.
With each passing rising their friendship became more pronounced. Yet less defined. On one occasion they'd fallen asleep together in her bed. In the early beginnings of the morning Silas awoke panicked. Grief and loss wafted off of him and thickened the air. Through him she sensed the fall of a great many of their sons and daughters. She knew without a hint of a premonition Harald had gone to war with Wessex and suffered a devastating loss. The defeat shook Silas so the mattress vibrated underneath them. Sharing his pain and needing his comfort as much as he needed hers, she pulled him in her arms. They spent the rising in bed mourning their fallen and holding each other. From that eve on Silas continued to share her bed.
As more days passed, Bonnie's due date loomed closer. The thought of her giving birth in the Viking Era scared her motionless. There were no drugs, no sterility, and no doctors with scalpels in case her daughter had a mind to slide out feet first. She wasn't Bella! She'd be damned if someone ripped her open without the benefit of anesthesia. Her anxieties led her further down the rabbit hole. What if her blood pressure shot up like Gram's told her Abby's did with her? What if it wasn't evil that would try to do her baby in but antiquated medical practices? Where the hell was Dr. Quinn when she needed her?
One rising as she and Thomas scrubbed every inch of her keep, he told her, "King Ivar has put to death several citizens who thought to oppose him." He swatted at a few dust bunnies clinging to the far corner of the ceiling. "Lord Hvitserk was so outraged by how King Ivar hung the bodies from that statue of his he's taken to opposing the King publicly."
"Hvitserk's is still in Kattegat." She stopped scrubbing the floors to frown at him over her shoulder. "I thought he and his wife would've sailed for other shores by now."
Thomas' face dissolved into an array of creases and furrows. "You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?" Bonnie turned all the way around. She flopped down on her bottom and ran him her full attention.
"Thora miscarried her babe and nigh bled to death while doing so. It occurred the eve before they meant to depart from these shores," Thomas said as he twisted the dust rag tight in his grasp. "The high priestess says along with losing the babe, she also lost her womb. There shall be no more children for them."
"Why would you tell me something like this, Thomas? I'm fucking pregnant!" Fat drops of tears gushed from her ducts. "Oh my Goddess that's so horrible! Why would you tell me something so horrible, Thomas! You know hormones stay on ten!" She wobbled from side to side trying to get up until he got over his shock and helped her to stand.
From then on everyone was careful of what they said or did around her. Anything was liable to trigger a crying and sobbing fit. That's perhaps the reason why Silas attempted to shrug off a distress call which awakened him one eve. Yet it was unavoidable because the same call awakened her as well. Somehow Kol and Fin had found a way to link to her though she now drifted in the supernatural procession unattached.
"Odin?" She hoisted herself up on an elbow and shook his shoulder. He didn't budge though she knew him to be awake. "Silas," she breathed in a near inaudible whisper while leaning down to nuzzle her nose and mouth into the crook of his neck. He reached up to grab the back of her head as he turned his face into hers. Their lips brushed. "Thor and Loki needs your help. You have to go."
Their eyes pierced the darkness of the room to hold the others stare. His lips pressed against hers and to her stunned dumb shock, her heart leaned and rocked with it. Unable to maintain the platonic barrier between them, she opened to him and gave herself over to a kiss. The gentle caress of his mouth set fire to the ocean of pain flowing through her. He tugged her astride him. Forcing her thighs to spread in ways they hadn't in months. His tongue entwined with hers in a sensual merger, while his fingers tangled themselves within the roots of her hair. She moaned into his mouth as she ground into the solid bulge taking shape in his trousers. Another distress flare rocked them. This one stronger than the last. Reluctantly, she broke their kiss.
"Go, Odin. We'll figure this all out when you return," she said as she rested her forehead on his.
"You bet your sexy pregnant ass we will," Silas rasped, grabbing a fistful of said sexy pregnant ass. Once again he pressed his bulge into her deprived weepy center before lifting her off of him. After he kissed her once more, he left the bed to don his clothing. Once dressed, he palmed her cheek. "I'll not be long but try and get some rest. You're gonna need it for what comes next," he said as he faded from existence. "And don't second guess this, Bennett!"
After Silas left she lay in bed on her side staring at the wall. What the hell had she been thinking? Did she really wanna go there with Silas? They were friends…sort of. He and Thomas were the only people other than herself who looked out for her baby. If she entered into a situationship with him their change in lanes could complicate things needlessly. A creek from the far wall tore her from her thoughts. Several male whispers damn near stopped her heart. From each distinct tone of their voices she counted six.
Before she had time to react to the invasion, she was snatched from the bed and thrown to the floor. She moved to rise. A kick to the back of her head knocked her to the floor once again. She landed flat on her belly. Shooting pains impaled her midsection. Someone delivered a brutal kick to her face. A crunching sound met her ears as cotton filled her head. From there her attackers stomped, punched, and beat her with the handles of their weapons.
Bonnie drew herself in a tight ball on her side. Her first priority being to protect her child form the blows which repeatedly befell her. Not knowing what else to do she lay still. She hoped that if they believed her dead they'd search out their leave. Yet the beating continued for what felt like an eternity. Her conscious came and went, but still the assault persisted.
"Queen Freydis wants you to sever her arms and legs from her body. Each of you will steal away with a part of her and travel to the far reaches of Midgard to bury them," A voice that lacked even a faltering of emotion instructed.
"What of her head, and the babe she carries?"
"I am to take the heads of both she and the babe back to Queen Freydis. You can burn the body of the babe. The queen cares not," The frozen voice continued.
Freydis had sent them for the life of her child, while meaning to sentence her to the same fate Inadu once suffered. Over done with panic Bonnie opened her mind. She reached for a sanctuary she'd over time come to know as home. Her eyes snapped shut. A band of searing light ripped away from her brain. Her person felt as if someone had launched her like a hail Mary touch down winning pass. When she opened her eyes she, lay in the fetal position in front of Klaus who grieved over a blood stained spot.
"Klaus," she whispered. His wide disbelieving gaze lifted to hers. "Help me."
She could tell by the confusion on his face he didn't know what the hell was going on or why. Yet his eyes bled hybrid gold as black veins writhed beneath his glare. Three words tumbled from his mouth, "Fight, Little Witch!"
The scorching in her brain snatched her away and dropped her back in her nightmare come true. Klaus' voice echoed off the walls of her soul and resonated to her dormant sorcery. Righteous rage surged through her. Goddess please give me the strength I need to damn near my enemies! Her once nigh dormant mystical energy hurtled through her vessels to collide with Silas' essence it had all but ignored since he started making regular offerings. The heat from the collision came damn close to incinerating her veins and arteries.
Renewed power snatched her from her balled up position and dropped her on her feet. The sight she presented must have put the warriors on notice because they attempted to flee. Not one had the opportunity. With supernatural speed and in original hybrid fashion, she tore through them with no mercy. Her bare hands snatched hearts from chests and heads from bodies.
When she turned only one remained. He dropped to his knees in a reverent bow. "Supreme, please. Spare-,"
Bonnie plunged her hand into his throat and stepped back. His tongue, trachea, esophagus, and vocal chords dangled from her bloody fist. Tossing the filth away, she ripped his head from his shoulders before his body had the chance to hit the ground. Numb and with a head full of white noise, she snatched a pillow case from one of the pillows. Humming Hush Little Baby to herself, she moved about the room collecting heads and dropping them into the bag.
"Alright, Bennett, crisis averted. Now let's pick up where-," Silas' sentence died a quick death upon his lips as his gaze darted about the blood stained carnage of the room. He rushed to her and tried to take her in his arms. She waved him off. "What the hell happened?"
"Freydis," she answered in a tone so hollow it could've easily snatched Inadu's title.
Bonnie exited her bedroom with the dripping pillowcase in hand.
"Where are you going?" He demanded following her from the room to the living area.
"To see the bitch who sent for me." She opened the door to discover a dead Thomas bleeding out from the split of his neck. His eyes stretched wide. She squeezed her gaze shut, before turning to glance over her shoulder at Silas. "Who killed my friend and thought to claim my daughter's head as a trophy."
His eyes squinted as his head tilted a bit to the side. After a moment his stare flared. "Bonnie, the babe. I don't hear-,"
"It's fine," she said, turning to step over Thomas' body. "She's fine," she murmured more to herself than him as she moved down the dirt path on her trek to the long house.
During the lifeless part of eve she crept towards her destination with only the glow from the moon to guide her steps. Citizens who should've been dead in the arms of slumber stumbled from there keep to gawk at her. She ran them no attention, though. For Bonnie's vision collided with her sight through a tunnel, while her focus could've been stamped Adderall approved.
"Bonnie, what has happened?" Hvitserk's voice attempted to reach her from a great distance. "Who did this to you? Is that blood your own?"
"Leave her, Drunkard!" Silas' demand vibrated the very molecules which made up the air. "Save your regards for your wife. Your too late for them to mean anything to her now."
Her heart and shred of hope shriveled in her chest, but she refused to think to much on Silas' meaning. As she approached the long house she noticed two of Ivar's personal warriors barred the entrance. Each offered the other a wary glance. Yet they each held their ground. She lifted her arms and snatched them apart. One warrior soared to the left, while the other hurtled to the right. Once unbarred she entered the great hall. The entire long house was at rest save the glow from candlelight drifting from the personal quarters. She crossed the room to enter the private area of the house. As she moved toward the beads she heard Ivar's voice.
"How is Baldur, hmm?"
"He is well, he cannot wait to be born," Freydis answered.
Bonnie lingered at the beads for a moment. She wanted to hear what a bitch talked about after ordering to have the head of an innocent baby brought to her. What level of evil did it take to allow one's world to continue to spin without a care?
"I love you," Ivar said in a tone all too familiar to her. His profession was genuine and her fucks to give chuck deuces months ago.
Freydis appeared surprised as she reached up to palm his cheek. "And I you, My King. I knew the rising would finally arrive when you appreciated all I have done for you and will do."
"And was my head and the head of my daughter a part of what you planned to do for him?" Bonnie questioned as she entered the room, while dragging the pillow case after her. Her sorcery slashed at her insides, demanding vengeance. It had lain dormant for close to six months only to reanimate to a world turned upside down. She sensed it's confusion. Not quite understanding Ivar's place at their enemy's emissary side. Explain! "He's entered into a covenant with her. He's no longer ours." Her mystical energy screeched like a car alarm within her head and shredded her vessels. The grieving sorcery ripped at her insides like a drunk off their ass rock star doing the fool in a hotel room. "NO! You will not mourn him! He is undeserving of the place at our side!" Silence blanketed her mind.
Ivar struggled to an upright position. "Bonnie, to whom do you speak? And what has happened to you?"
She disregarded, Ivar. He didn't matter in the grand scheme of the procession. Not anymore. "Never send a man to do a woman's job, Freydis. They'll screw you dry every time." Bonnie's pointed stare moved to Ivar, and then back to her. "So since they failed to bring you the heads' of me and my baby, I'm here to offer you theirs."
Without warning she dumped the entire contents of the pillowcase in bed with them. Heads rolled every which way. Freydis screamed as if she'd never seen such a sight before.
Bonnie shook her head and her glare drilled Ivar, "And then this bitch is a fraud!" He moved to shield Freydis' belly with his body. This did wrench tears from her eyes. "Where was this concern and level of protection when our daughter needed you this eve?" She laughed as more salt water trails saturated her face. "Oh yeah, you was here playing daddy and bodyguard to your personal warrior's son. And you wanna know the fucking hilarious part…it wouldn't be the first time." Her gaze darted back to his wife. "Hmm, Freydis?" The blondes mouth flapped open and closed as she peeped from behind the cover of Ivar's back.
"Bonnie, Freydis has not done this-," he began.
"Her hollowed followers killed Thomas. So this bitch owes me a debt that calls for a shit ton of blood, and if my daughter…" Her voice broke off as she attempted to stomach the bitterness of her words. "If my daughter was harmed from this fuckery then I'll be handling her ass Ancient of Days old testament style. An eye for an eye…a life for a life." He opened his mouth to no doubt plead his demon's case, but she shut him down again. "Things are gonna go so left between us, we'll never be right together again." She echoed the very words she'd spoken to him once in England. His beautiful methane stare flooded, shining his gaze to near iridescent. Hunh! So that's what Billie meant when she crooned about Ocean Eyes. Well fuck him and his ocean eyes! "Guess your mother's third sight wasn't as faulty as you believed, Boneless." Saying no more, she turned and left while resuming her humming of Hush Little Baby.
"What the bloody hell was that, Nik?" Rebekah's bulging gaze remained trained on the spot where a very much alive Bonnie Bennett had laid.
Klaus stared down at the empty spot his dead fiancé had only laid moments before and the spot she'd reappeared only seconds after her body erupted in golden light. "She did it," he uttered.
"What?" Rebekah demanded zipping towards him.
He shook his head as he shot to his. "The sodding vainglorious idiot was right!"
"Who was right?" She demanded, before turning her head towards the open doorway. "Elijah, it's happening! The bloody Hollow has finally taken the wheel!"
"Kol said it all along. He said Bonnie was destined to become the eternal witch." He hurtled towards the door, and then spun about as another notion stimulated his senses. "But something more…I sensed something profoundly more!"
Freya barreled through the open door, shoving her way pass him into the room. "What happened? I sensed…" her searching stare darted about the room.
"Something more," he supplied.
Rebekah's eyes rolled as an exhale dawdled from her over tasked mouth.
"I never said Bonnie would be the eternal-,"
"Not you, houseboy!" He snapped dismissing the imposter as he'd often done since the charlatan reanimated in his baby brother's body. "The true Kol." When Freya and Bekah peered at him as if he'd sprouted a head from his neck, he turned to give his back to them all. "I'm going downstairs."
"What for?" Freya and Rebekah called after him.
"To await my fiancé, she won't be long now!"