Chapter 15: I Put A Spell On You

Date: November 28, 2019

Characters: Klaus, Marcel, Davina, Vincent, and more…

A/N: You folks are awesome. I posted a total of 7 chapters this year and I couldn't have done that without you all cheering me on. Thank you for your continued support! The first few segments of the chapter will jump around a bit but it'll come together towards the end. Also, I would like to note that while Bonnie may suffer a little in this story, she will always be vindicated, unlike the show, and she will always come out on top. :)

After Klaus and Marcel left, Davina took a moment to soak in everything that was happening. She stared at Bonnie's incapacitated body and tried not to panic. Bonnie had power she'd never encountered before and the fact that the elders were able to demobilize a Bennett terrified her. On the grand scheme of things, Davina didn't have any hope. In her heart, she knew that this attack was a direct retaliation against what Marcel had done to save her. She fully expected for Klaus to return ready to hand her over to her coven so that they could finish the final sacrifice and complete the harvest.

This was her chance to run. In their haste to hunt down those responsible, Klaus and Marcel left her unattended. She could leave New Orleans and never look back and leave them to deal with the aftermath of what was to come. She hated fighting and no longer wanted nothing to do with witchcraft or anything related. With great power came great responsibility and Davina wasn't ready for either. She wanted to be in school, worrying about dances and crushes and the likes. She didn't want to be alone in a room, left to figure out how to remove a powerful hex placed on a powerful witch.

Davina glanced towards the door, weighing her options. If she ran, she could put all of this behind and hope that Klaus wouldn't hunt her to the ends of the earth. If she stayed and fight, maybe she could have Bonnie as an ally. When Bonnie found out that she was siphoning her, instead of directing her ire towards her, she had shown the younger witch grace and mercy and even offered to lend a helping hand. Davina reached into her dress pocket and fingered the piece of paper Bonnie had given her. The only ingredients needed for the summoning spell was one of each of the four elements. Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. It seemed fairly simple but with Bonnie rendered motionless, she doubted the spell's effectiveness.

Unless she tweaked it…

Davina reached out and grabbed Bonnie's hand. She closed her eyes and tried once again to enter the witch's mind but was met with resistance. Davina opened her eyes and sighed. She stood to her feet and walked over to her bag. She pulled out a black candle and used her magic to light it. Placing it in the center of the room on the floor, she grabbed four small muslin bags from her satchel. Each bag contained, black salt, white salt, small stones, and grave dirt. She began creating a ring around the candle starting with the white salt. She then proceeded by layering the outer edge with the stones, followed by the black salt and the grave dirt. Once the circle was completed, she cracked the windows in the room and grabbed a bottle of Florida Water from her bag. She sprinkled each of the corners with water before wetting her hand to draw a runic symbol of communication; two vertical lines with a horizontal line between them. Once completed, she took her place in the center of the circle and began to recite the spell.

-X-

Klaus and Marcel ended up at the same place, Laveau's. It was pitch-black dark inside but Marie was in there, they were sure of it. Klaus could sense two other people inside, two witches to be exact. He wanted to storm the trenches and drag the three hags out by their ankles but the warding symbols placed on the windows of the restaurant kept him and Marcel from entering. Klaus growled. He wanted to tear the bitch apart.

Marcel scanned the areas around them. His men were stationed throughout the quarter nearby, waiting on his word to strike. Nothing in him could give Marie the benefit of the doubt. She was guilty. Klaus had the same sentiments. He didn't believe in coincidences and knew that Marie had some sort of contingency plan in place in case the meeting didn't go well. It's what he would've done.

He was angry at himself for leaving Bonnie alone with an inferior vampire. He should have taken her back home. He thought with her powers she was untouchable, but even the mighty could fall if the odds weren't in their favor.

"MARIE!" Klaus's thunderous voice echoed throughout St. Ann Street and the streets surrounding. He and Marcel watched as time around them slowed to a stop. The golden hues of the street lights were engulfed by a dark fog that surrounded the area. The dense fog crept in and settled at their feet; it was a glamour. Witches used it when they wanted to conceal the areas around them. One by one, the people around them disappeared. St. Ann Street, usually bustling with patrons, was now empty and barren. The French Quarter resembled a ghost town.

Marie appeared before them. Though she looked real, Klaus could tell it was simply a graven image, a hologram. "I didn't want it to come to this," were her first words. Marcel and Klaus didn't buy it.

"Bullshit, Marie. You had this planned from the start!" Klaus growled, glaring at the woman before him while marcel remained silent. His anger fumed below the surface. If looks could kill, Marie would've been dead ten times over.

"It's clear that you all have forgotten who holds the true power in this city. You've lost your respect for witches. You've even led Bonnie astray. You can't just slaughter my people and think all is forgiven. It will NEVER be forgiven until blood is met with blood." Marie's icy tone cut through the air with great force. Marie glared at Marcel as she spoke. The desire to see him dead increased tenfold. She had hoped to gain Klaus as an ally but Mikaelsons seemingly stuck together, even if they were adopted. Lines had been drawn in the sand and there was no turning back. War was about to rage within the Quarter.

Klaus's face was beet red with fury. He wanted so badly to punch a hole through Marie's chest for the stunt she pulled. She completely jumped the gun by attacking Bonnie but it was clear that the Bennett witch was going to be a hindrance in getting what she wanted, which was Marcel's head on a pike.

"What the fuck do you all want? Why'd you attack Bonnie?" Marcel had no time to waste. There was no telling what their spell was doing to Bonnie.

"I fucking want you dead," Marie spat, "but for now, we'll settle for Davina. You give us the girl, we release Bonnie from the sleeping spell," Marie explained. She wished no harm came to Bonnie but moves had to be made to get what she wanted. She hoped Bonnie would understand once, or if, she was awakened.

"That's not happening," Marcel spoke up just as Klaus answered simultaneously.

"Deal." The two men stared at one another squarely. Marcel barred his fangs.

"You all may be fine with murdering children but I'm not!" Marcel was furious beyond comprehension.

"For the last damn time, It's only a temporary death." Marie had enough of Marcel and his righteousness. "If it's any consolation, we'll give her a tea that'll make it painless for her. She'll go to sleep and wake up as if it never happened. You have my word." Marie was all for the harvest, however, she did not agree with the methods used to sacrifice the girls. You slit the throats of your enemies, not your children.

"And if we don't?" Marcel was at war with himself. Marie didn't have time to answer. An older woman with fair skin, red hair, and defined cheekbones appeared beside her.

"The witch dies," she cut in.

"Bastianna," Marcel glared at the woman in question. Bastianna Natale was one of the elders that attempted to perform the Harvest Ritual. There were four of them present the night he killed the witches and stopped the Harvest. Bastianna and Agnes Delacroix were the only survivors to escape the carnage. He should have known they were also behind this.

As if on cue, Agnes appeared, flanking Marie on the left. The three women stood boldly before the vampire and the hybrid. Agnes was an older black woman with skin as flawless as Marie's. Her eyes held a fierceness that was not to be trifled with. It matched that of Klaus's.

"I will drown this city in blood," Klaus threatened. Whether Bonnie made it out alive or not, they were all going to pay for this. "Whatever is left of you will be decimated until you are all a forgotten memory. I will hunt you to the ends of the earth until your children's children are erased from this planet." Though the women did not respond, his threat was tangible. He did not yell. Instead, he spoke in a low tone which meant there was no room for bullshit. Bastianna honed in on Klaus, challenging him silently with her deadly eyes.

"We've been hunted for centuries, Darlin'; it's what we're good at." If Klaus's threat had gotten to her, Bastianna showed no signs of fear. Whether it was arrogance or stupidity, Klaus couldn't tell. "You have two hours to deliver the witch."

The figures disappeared.

-X-

Bonnie was no stranger to nightmares. They plagued her each night which is why she usually relied on Jack, Jim, Tito, or Paul to numb her to sleep. Death had done a number on her but this hex was demonic. While the other side was lonely, where she was currently was a pit of despair. There was nothing in every direction. She couldn't see. It was so quiet, she couldn't hear her heartbeat. Time didn't exist. Nothing existed, except for her. Since dying, loneliness became a trigger for her. It was hard not to panic by thinking about how long she would be trapped wherever she was but the longer she roamed around in the darkness, the more panic began to set in.

Her magic lulled her with each panic attack that began to arise. She thought of Marcel. He was with her when she was attacked. She didn't see her assailant but she knew this had Marie written all over it. The thought incinerated her. The betrayal that she felt cut deep. She was sick of that feeling. It was all too familiar to her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she fought to keep control of her emotions. It was eerie being completely aware of what was happening but not being able to do a damn thing about it. While she could feel her magic just beneath the surface, it was muted by the effects of the spell. Still, she could feel it keeping the worse parts of the hex at bay. She wasn't sure if this emptiness was a part of the spell's effect or if it was a failsafe of her magic working against it. Whatever it was, it was hellish in a peculiar way. She'd rather be tormented by her usual nightmares, not this. This was… something else.

Bonnie remembered Klaus's warnings about Marie and suddenly wished she'd listen to him. 'Drop her before she drops you,' he so eloquently put it. Her efforts to stay out of things landed her right in the middle. The thought pissed her off to tears. Every time she gained control of her life, she got knocked on her ass. She was sick of it. Bonnie screamed into the void. The sound of her voice was deafeningly loud against the quietness of her surroundings. Her screams didn't echo, instead, it was muffled as if she was in a padded cell. An angry scream broke through Bonnie's chest as she began to succumb to her despair. She had no clue how long she would remain in this state and prayed to whoever would listen that someone was out there working to save her.

But when did Bonnie Bennett ever have a savior?

She was everyone's savior but no one ever came through for her.

Bonnie fell to her knees as she screamed angrily to no one. She felt powerless but she refused to cry. As much as she tried to summon her magic, it remained muted like everything else around her. She blinked as if she could see anything, searching for something, anything, as she reached out in front of her. If black holes had a bottom, this would be it.

Bonnie's breath hitched when she heard a faint sound. She stilled her movements, wondering if what she heard was her imagination. As she strained her ears, she heard chanting. This voice was soft but Bonnie could hear the chanting of a spell. She braced herself, not knowing what to expect. She squinted as the beginnings of what she perceived as light formed in front of her. Slowly, the darkness began to lift, minimally until she was engulfed in white. Her eyes dilated as it adjusted to the stark contrast. She could see nothing still, but it was something. Sensing a presence, Bonnie slowly turned to see Davina Claire, relief flooded her for a moment before her guard went back up.

"What is happening?" Bonnie asked immediately. Davina gave Bonnie a small smile.

"You've been hexed. Klaus and Marcel are out looking for those responsible," Davina explained. Bonnie shook her head.

"No need, it's Marie. I know it is." Davina frowned ruefully. She had expected as much. Bonnie eyed the young girl. "How are you here right now?" Though she was mere seconds from a breakdown, Bonnie now eerily calm.

"I tweaked the summoning spell you gave me to enter your psyche. Your magic prevented me from doing it the old fashioned way," Davina explained.

"Do you know how to break the hex," Bonnie asked.

"I tried searching for a hex bag but I couldn't find anything," Davina explained.

"Marie doesn't use Hex bags. It's too easy to destroy those. She usually does blood hexes or something similar," Bonnie explained, wondering when Marie could have possibly gotten her blood. She could have easily done it with a strand of hair or something else.

"How do you break those?" At Davina's question, Bonnie was reminded how young she was. Not much older herself, Bonnie had many more years of experience. After all, she was baptized by fire.

"You're going to need much more experience and another witch to channel for that. Find Vincent. He's a witch here in the quarter. He may be able to help you with an antidote spell."

"Vincent. If we're thinking of the same Vincent, I think I know him. He's a part of the Tremé Coven!" Davina's excitement gave Bonnie a bit of hope, still, the anger she felt burned brightly below the surface.

"If he's tall dark and handsome then yes, that's the one," Bonnie confirmed.

"I'll do everything I can to get you out of here," Davina said, surveying their surroundings, or lack thereof. Her encounters with Bonnie were limited, though Davina admired her power, her resolve, and her graciousness. However, beneath it all, Davina could tell that the witch was a force to be reckoned with.

"I guess I'll just wait here," Bonnie answered grimly. "Leave the lights on for me?" There was nothing to be seen but compared to the pitch-black surrounding, the blindingly bright surrounding was decidedly better. Her options were extremely limited so she'd take what she could get.

"I'll try," Davina assured. With a muttered spell, the girl disappeared, leaving Bonnie to face utter silence yet again.

Davina opened her eyes and snapped out of her magic-induced trance. She blinked a few times to become reacquainted with her surroundings. Fumbling, she reached into her phone jacket to dial Marcel.

"Marcel," she called out when he answered. "I need you to find Vincent."

-X-

Vincent was fast asleep when a feeling of dread awakened him. He couldn't say why but he knew something was wrong. In the weeks since his wife Eva's death, he's had terrible premonitions about the fate of the city. In efforts to reclaim the city from Marcel and his army of vampires, the witches were going to destroy it. The carnage was already steadily climbing. During the Harvest Massacre, three witches from each of the nine covens were slaughtered, including his wife, Eva and his twin cousins, Jessica and Jasmine Griffith. They were distant but a family nonetheless.

Vincent grappled with their demise. The Harvest was something he'd never agreed upon. He'd stated as much. He petitioned the elders to end the practice and develop a new form of magic, however, his pleas were ignored. Vincent had long since walked away from witchcraft. The sacrifices that came with being a witch was too much for him to bear. He and Eva lost a child due to her practicing dark magic and now, he had lost her too. Still, no matter how many times he walked away from it, it always beckoned him to come back.

This feeling in the pit of his belly was proof.

Learning that his cousins and wife were apart of the Harvest devastated him just as much as losing them did. He wanted to avenge their deaths, to send Marcel to his knees, but he could also see where Marcel could be interpreted as the good guy in this case.

How do you justify killing children?

Even if the deaths were temporary, who's to say the elders weren't lying to them. They lied about everything else. They said the girls were picked randomly, they weren't. Each girl was chosen based on the amount of power they possessed, Davina being the strongest. They needed to sacrifice immense power so that immense power could be restored. They lied about how the girls would die and be killed. Their deaths were described as a 'deep sleep' after a prick of their finger. That prick on the finger turned into a knife to their throat while they bled out in front of one another.

Vincent couldn't imagine offering one of his own to the slaughter like that.

The clean up was horrendous.

Bodies were everywhere. Scattered among the twenty-seven were members of the; Gentilly, Lafayette, Metairie, Bayou St. John, Navarre, Tulane, French Quarter, Algiers, and his own, the Tremé coven. In the middle, were the bodies of Abigail St. John, Cassie Navarre, and Monique Deveraux; Davina was still missing. The sight was macabre and further fortified his decision to leave this life behind him. He didn't want to seek retaliation, he didn't want retribution, he simply wanted to exist peacefully without any more carnage or devastation.

For that, he'd probably have to move.

Except he couldn't. This is where he called home and as much as he hated it, he could never fully let go. Something always called him back.

A run-in with a certain green-eyed witch was proof of that.

There was something about the girl he couldn't quite name. The raw power that exuded from her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Every witch he'd encountered in the past was like him, bound to the city where his ancestors resided. True power came from the elders of their community or the Regent of the nine covens. Bonnie's power exceeded that. It sparked and crackled in the air surrounding her. Even while drunk, he could feel it, taste it. Her power was like the negative ions that storms released into the atmosphere.

Being around her for just a moment was addicting. If only he could see her in action.

That feeling in his belly returned and Vincent toggled the lamp switch on the nightstand next to him. He flinched at the sight of Marcel and an unrecognizable vampire standing at the foot of his bed. Each of his nerves reacted as his magic surged to the surface, ready to strike. He could take Marcel with ease but the vampire to his left presented a challenge. The power that came from him was ancient and overwhelming.

Regaining his composure, Vincent sat up in bed. The sheets fell from his upper body exposing a very muscular physique. His muscles bunched under his dark skin as he shifted his position, trying to feel less vulnerable.

"If you wanted me dead, I'd be in pieces right now. What is it?" Vincent had no time for niceties. The vampire to the left smiled like the grinch. It was unsettling.

"Wise lad," he noted. "Get dressed. Davina requests your presence." The vampire's accent was as ancient as the magic surrounding him. When Vincent made no moves to get up, his eyes flashed gold.

That was new.

Vincent asked, "What are you?" Curiosity got the best of him.

"I am the Original Hybrid, part Original Vampire, part Werewolf," he answered boastfully. "But do save time and call me Klaus." The jovial tone in his voice managed to sound threatening as well.

"Niklaus Mikaelson." The stories were true. Vincent wasn't sure what he expected but this wasn't it. He expected a vile beast; a figment of every children's nightmare. This was so much worse. It was hard matching the stories with this 'cherubic' looking face. As deadly as the legends proclaimed, he looked innocent and unassuming; yet, his smile tells a different story. There was something very sinister about it.

"In the flesh," he confirmed. "Now get dressed or else yours will be peeled from your body." In an instant, the vampire was gone. Marcel followed leaving Vincent to process everything that just happened. Whatever brought them to seek him out can't be good.

-X-

The instant Vincent arrived at Marcel's he felt her. It was the same raw power he felt the night they met. Inside he was introduced to an unconscious Bennett Witch and Davina Claire. Vincent couldn't believe it.

"Would someone like to tell me what is going on?" Whatever had Bonnie incapacitated made him nervous. The magic coming off her was ancient, too ancient to be her own. Davina looked up from the large grimoire in her lap.

"Marie, Bastianna, and Agnes placed a hex on Bonnie. Davina needs your help to lift it," Marcel explained vaguely. His explanation raised more questioned than it answered.

"I thought Bonnie and Marie were friends or at the very least, not enemies. Why would she do that?" Vincent asked in shock. It was common knowledge that Marie favored the young out-of-towner, as the locals called her. It was Marie's acceptance of her that kept other witches from speaking out against her. It was bad enough that she wasn't from New Orleans, she had to be Marcel's witch as well, two strikes.

"You needn't concern yourself with that, Lad. Concentrate on helping Davina." Vincent did not like the way Klaus spoke to him.

"Well, you all picked the wrong witch because I no longer practice." No sooner than Vincent uttered the words, Klaus was in his face. Before Klaus could lash out however, he hit an invisible barrier which made him stumble back slightly. He growled in response. "I said I didn't practice; I didn't say I couldn't defend myself." The two men glared at one another in silence.

"Threats won't get you anywhere, Klaus," Marcel interjected.

"They will once I figure out where to apply pressure," Klaus countered. Vincent ignored him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed where Bonnie laid. Vincent placed a hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. He tried to enter her mind but her magic blocked him out. He tried again and yielded the same results. He withdrew his hand with a small frown.

"It won't work," Davina spoke up. "I had to use a spell to get inside of her mind," Davina thought against revealing the spell she used. She didn't know much about summoning spells but felt as though Bonnie wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands. "Her magic is protecting her from the effects of the hex. The spell was the only way to get past her defense so that her magic didn't lash out and kill me." She explained. It was common for a witch's magic to activate to protect them whenever they were indisposed. Davina often thought of it as a car alarm going off whenever someone ventured too close.

Vincent nodded. "How did you know to find me? I could have been on the witch's side." As far as Vincent knew, Davina didn't know who he was. He couldn't fathom how she thought to seek his help. He did a great job of flying under Marcel's radar and had never met Klaus a day in his life. That only left Davina who could have possibly known to seek his help.

"Bonnie told me. She's conscious of what's going on inside of her mind but she's trapped within herself. When she mentioned you, it was then that I remembered you as one of the few who were against the Harvest," she explained. "You weren't there during the ritual, so I took a leap of faith in assuming you wouldn't be working with them." Davina knew who her enemies were. Even if Vincent had switched sides, she would have been able to decipher his intentions the moment he walked into the room. She trusted her gut and Bonnie's.

"Will you two get on with it?" Klaus was beyond frustrated. Vincent gave him a dirty look before turning to Marcel.

"Is he gonna be breathing down our damn neck the entire time?" Vincent had enough.

"Yes, and so will I," Marcel doubled down. Like Klaus, he too was growing impatient. Vincent rolled his eyes and did his best to block the two men out.

"The first thing we need to do is reverse the spell, depending on what type of hex this is." Vincent was suddenly overwhelmed. The amount of research that went into spells was exhausting. Considering that he wasn't sure what he was up against, Vincent prepared himself for a long night.

"Bonnie said it was a blood hex and that we needed to do an antidote spell," Davina offered. As Davina and Vincent strategized, Klaus closed his eyes. His patience was wearing thin. Bonnie would not approve of him slaughtering 'innocents', but he was on the brink. He needed to do something before he went insane.

Marcel glanced at his watch and bit down on his bottom lip. "Guys, I hate to make shit worse but we have about an hour and thirty minutes before they pull the plug on Bonnie so if you don't mind…"

"What?!" Panic settled over Davina as she turned to face Vincent. The look on his face was anywhere between grim and utterly done.

"We were given two hours to deliver you to the witches or else Bonnie dies," Klaus announced. "Guess which witch I prefer?" Davina gave Klaus a dirty look before focusing on the task at hand. Klaus turned to Marcel.

"By the time I get back, Bonnie better be awake or I'm ripping everyone to shreds," He threatened. Before Marcel could respond, Klaus continued, "I'll buy you all some time." He didn't give anyone the chance to respond before disappearing.

A/N: So. It's been a while since I've done a long Author's note so, Hi! I've been disconnected for a while but it's mainly due to work and Homelife and finding creativity which comes from time and a whole lot of people watching and research lol. Thanks again for continuing to read. I adore each and every one of your reviews. Just to clear up some things canon-wise because I believe I've seen some questions here and there.

This story was published BEFORE The Original's backdoor pilot so basically, the story begins roughly around the end of Season 3 of The Vampire Diaries. If you all recall, (I actually had to go back and reread some chapters and some author notes in the past) I completely winged it on Marcel's personality and somehow I got it pretty close lol, the same goes with a lot of other things I wrote. As I write these chapters, it's sometimes hard for me as an author to translate what I know smoothly into what I present to you all. The reason being, I assume you all can read my damn mind sometimes and then remember that you can't so I apologize for any confusion.

This story is very AU so nothing is true to the show. On the show, Bonnie died while dropping the veil to the other side and trying to resurrect Jeremy and all that hogwash. I briefly explained her death and Elena's death a few chapters back but essentially, she died around the time Show!Bonnie died trying to stop Elena's transition except in the story (End of Season 3/Very Early Season 4), Klaus killed Elena while she was still human. I feel like I failed you all in explaining so I wanted to clarify for those wondering.

Also, quite a few plots in both shows will be repurposed in this story so if you see something not quite like the show, again, I'm basically taking plots from characters and giving them to Bonnie. Much like the show did with Book!Bonnie's plots and how they gave them to other characters.

I don't want to explain too much and overload you all but know that I will continue to reveal more as the story progresses. Also, I want to reiterate that the spell Klaus had Marie cast won't make Bonnie Klaus's slave but more so, make her more susceptible and open to him so rather than her constantly hating his guts all the time, she's beginning to be lured to the dark side because he has cookies. :)

And lastly, for those wondering, Bonnie is gonna fuck shit up all throughout this story. She's just getting started. ;)

Thanks for reading!
Happy Thanksgiving,

Nia.