Merry Christmas. If I'm still feeling Merry tomorrow, I'll post part 2.

Chapter 7: Mine - Part I

Posted: December 25, 2021

No grimoire, no witchy lifeline, no cellphone, because she broke it in half (with the help of her powers) and threw it out in the garbage before she boarded the plane from Virginia.

There were no resources were at her disposal to research how to resurrect a damn house. She rolled her eyes, the Originals were so dramatic. Out of all the cities in the world, Klaus had to come back to New Orleans. Surely with his influence and vast age, he would have his pick of metropolitan cities?

What were the concepts of creating something you've never seen? Ask for a description? Look for clues of the layout? Use a token from a connected being to link the energy of the destroyed property to one of its old inhabitants? Linking energies seemed the likeliest option, however, none of the Mikaelson clan were near.

Did she have any of his personal effects? The third option seemed to make the most sense.

Bonnie ran in search of Killian, Klaus' sired hybrid, asking if his boss left anything that was his. Killian merely gave her a wary look and Bonnie waved him off impatiently but Bonnie was in search of something of Klaus'. Perhaps she could just ask Killian to call Klaus and to bring his domineering boss back to La Dernier? Probably not a good idea since her fingers tingled with electricity at the very thought of his return.

She had been blissfully satisfied with the idea of biding her time in this stupid town, to help Klaus build his infantile army until it was time for her to hail a blood storm upon Mystic Falls and all those who had made her suffer in the past. But no, Klaus crossed the line and felt it necessary to scathingly re-open old wounds. The old weak Bonnie would have cried and given the perpetrator a quick aneurysm before running home. New Bonnie (sans humanity) had more sense, so instead of a tantrum followed by sadness and tears, she had let the now familiar tingling work its way through her extremities. Next thing she knew Klaus was sailing through the air and landed against the razor-like rocks on the mainland shore. She smiled slyly and licked her lips recalling the look of pain on the face of the hybrid upon impact. Specifically, she remembered Klaus' dark laughter whilst impaled by blood-spattered rocks. A pleasurable ache in her nether regions accompanied that specific memory.

His blood. Klaus' blood.

She stalked towards the makeshift campsite Killian had set-up, for the second time. A bonfire emitted sparks in the night sky and a cooler with blood bags and beers was filled and two small tents had been set up. Bonnie shook her head, there was no way she was going to stay here for longer than twenty-four hours. But by the looks of the semi-permanent set-up, Klaus and his second in command didn't have the same confidence in her. Killian was nursing a beer bottle and smiling indiscriminately at something on his phone. The witch walked past without stopping and grabbed his beer bottle, throwing the remaining contents into the fire. The heat of the flames grew strong as she walked away from the campsite.

"Hey! You could have taken one from the cooler!"

"Pipe down," she called as she continued to walk to the edge of the island. As she arrived at the opposite shore and glanced at where she wanted to be, she considered two options. Swim across the two-mile stretch of ocean to reach the jagged rocks or fly. The former was out of the question, the new Burberry was dry clean only. The latter was also not on option, as powerful as she was, Bonnie's current magical abilities did not cover flying.

Annoyance flared within her chest. All the time she spent in Mystic falls overexerting herself with lighting fires and giving aneurysms to kill supernatural beasts, she hadn't taken the time to master useful tasks like flying. Yet another reason to hate her former friends. Instead of exploring her magical roots, Bonnie had been forced to learn quick and life-draining spells that only served to defend her friends as she lay exposed.

Inhale, exhale. A feeble attempt at calming the raging beast within her as she focused her gaze forward. The crimson blood spattered against the rocks gleamed in the moonlight as the waves crashed against the rocks. She would need to move fast before the waves cleaned the blood entirely.

Perhaps a summoning spell could work. If she could float feathers in her bedroom, why not pull seeped from the crevices of a rock into the empty glass bottle in her hand?

"Sanguinem primi bestiae voco. Coniuro te."

Nothing happened. The blood must have dried up on the rocks, it would take much more effort for it to release.

"Sanguinem primi bestiae voco. Coniuro te. Sanguinem primi bestiae voco. Coniuro te. Sanguinem primi bestiae voco. Coniuro te."

A small growl emitted her lips and her fingers tingle in annoyance as she curled her fingers into fists. She felt her middle finger pierce a vein in her palm and a tiny droplet slid down her fingers as she unclenched her hands. She repeated the spell, this time with an authoritative tone as if demanding a dead lover to return to her side.

"Sanguinem primi bestiae voco. Coniuro te."

Bonnie kept her eyes on the blood-spattered rocks ahead, she watched as a glowing light emitted from the stains and the blood started to steam into a fine mist. As if magnetized, the fine particles of steam linked together, turning into larger droplets until all the droplets formed a larger mass of floating liquid. Bonnie stared in awe, instinctively she drew her hand upwards and gestured the floating liquid towards her, guiding it to her. The crimson liquid almost had a purple tinge to it and turned into a thin stream, almost cordlike. She beckoned it into the bottle and as soon as it hit the bottom of the glass, the cord dispersed into liquid once more. A catlike smile graced her lips, she had done it. No grimoire needed. Suddenly a pang assaulted her hand and upon looking down, Bonnie found a bloody puncture in the centre of her palm. She tipped the beer bottle ever so slightly over her wounded palm and let a single drop of the Klaus' blood seal her wound. She wanted to be on her 'A' game for the next task. The small cut healed instantly. The only thing vampires were good for, instant healing, she huffed to herself as she stalked back towards the remains of the old Mikaelson estate, Klaus' blood swishing around in the glass beer bottle.

It was still night time and the loud snores of Killian could be heard in the far distance. It seemed hybrids snored louder than vampires. Bonnie made a mental note to look into a soundproofing enchantment for her future bedroom.

Klaus' blood was poured sparingly around the four points of the estate. Or where she thought the estate should go by Killian's crude estimation. Bonnie had tried to study the dated blueprint that Killian supplied to her but to her dismay, the weathered floor plans and technical specifications flew over the witch's head.

Although she was previously celebrating about not using a grimoire to retrieve Klaus' blood from the rocks, she yearned for a grimoire more than ever. Freestyling magic was the theme for the night. What else was new?

Thunder rumbled in the distance, yet much closer than it had before. Finally, the storm that had threatened an appearance earlier was soon approaching. She felt the urge to connect herself more closely to the earth. The witch removed her Burberry heels and slowly unbuttoned the gold buttons on the crimson dress that clung to her like a second skin. Left in her undergarments, she folded her dress neatly and held her heels on her fingertips. She would rather Klaus's hybrid not ogle at her near-naked form so she willed her belongings to the empty tent next to the snoring hybrid. The garments floated elegantly like a swan in the sky, the tent zipper slowly opened, her dress and shoes slowly entered, and with a snap of the witch's fingers, the zipper to the tent closed.

The glass bottle of blood lay waiting for her in the sand. She sauntered barefoot towards the centre of where the house should be and laid down. Her mahogany locks fanned against the ground. Bonnie welcomed the grittiness of the sand against her smooth skin and nestled further into the ground, wanting to become one with the earth. She followed her instincts where guidance and grimoire were not present.

A flash of lightning struck closer to the island and Bonnie's body hummed with anticipation as her fingers began to tingle.

Her lids closed and the earth began to shake underneath. Reimaginings of the 1856 hurricane flashed throughout her mind. Bonnie relished at the thought of how it must have ravaged the island into complete desiccation, taking multiple lives, beast, man and immortal alike. It must have been a beautiful sight, mother nature decimating all she felt was unworthy.

Perhaps if the hurricane could take down the once-thriving island, it could bring back a portion of it? Just the estate, nothing more. Maybe if she asked nicely? Ha. Maybe if she demanded was more likely. If it was one thing she noticed about Klaus, is that he took, he did not ask and if he asked, it was more of a pretense as you fell into his web.

Well, being palatable was no longer an option, she was going to take what she needed and that would start first with this house. Whether it was mother nature's will or not, La Dernier would be resurrected.

Lightning struck again, only a few feet from the boundaries she had crudely drawn in the sand.

"Sanguinem primi bestiae voco." She called to Klaus' blood, her connection to the former house.

"Sceletum domus accerso. Erigere te de terra et de terra iustam tuam formam suscipe." She demanded for the bones of the house to resurrect.

Deep rumbles vibrated within the earth. Her palms flattened against the sand, her palms acting were magnets and she was willing the structures beneath the ground to rebuild themselves to follow her pull to the surface. The rumbling became louder. Thunder no longer rumbled in the distance, it seemed to be coming from beneath her and suddenly she felt a wild vibration on the top layer of sand. Instinctively she arched her back and kneed on her leaves bowing her head to the ground, speaking directly to the earth.

Erigere te de terra et de terra iustam tuam formam suscipe.

A blinding light struck at her, electrifying her to her core and just when she thought it was all over she opened her eyes the lighting struck each corner where she had poured the blood of Klaus. The whole beach lit up with an eerie sinister glow as a final strike of lightning hit her once again, in her right palm, the exact spot healed by Klaus' stolen blood.

Bonnie Bennett finally felt whole. The electric thrumming she experienced the past few days no longer felt foreign within her form. Her body had now embraced the electricity, merging with it and becoming one. She wondered how and why, but the curiosity was fleeting for she revelled in her newly refreshed state.

With heightened senses, she leapt from the vibrating sand before she could be impaled by a metal orifice. Her feet carried her a very safe distance away and she waded in the water. Normally to be safe from lightning, one would usually stay away from water, but she welcomed a strike at any time.

Bonnie watched the structure emerge from the sand, wood, metal fixtures furniture, expensive materials of all sorts flew around in an electric watery vortex. What a sight to behold, the literal reverse of what the 1856 hurricane decimated in the first place.

Greek columns righted themselves, staircases and wrought iron banisters found their home again. Myriads of lovely foliage emerged from the ground and blossomed to their full glory. And most beautifully of all, the colour of the house gleaned in the darkness, a luminous white glowed eerily against the dark sky.

The mansion was both beautiful and haunting. Bonnie shivered with delight.

As the house continued to rebuild itself, almost full again, she heard footsteps thundering towards her, yelling wildly. Realizing she was still in the water, she walked towards the sandy beach. She was quite far from the house and started to jog, droplets of water turned cold against her exposed skin. Walking turned into a jog which turned into a sprint. Something was calling to her in the house.

Amid the phantom pull from the house, Bonnie almost collided with Killian as she reached the wrought iron fence surrounding the estate.

The hybrid crossed his arms and gave a nod of approval, "You did it."

All her previous annoyance with Killian disappeared, the tall hybrid had a lopsided smile and a look of amazement upon his face, or maybe he was just happy to see a half-naked girl in lacy black underwear on a beach?

The witch smiled to herself, "Yes, yes I did."

They both looked upon the domineering Mikaelson estate, finally, it was finished, what a sight to behold indeed.

As if her body know she had completed her task, Bonnie knee's grew weak. Killian's voice was faint, even though he was almost beside her. Was he talking to someone? She wondered who as her lids began to droop.

"Boss she did it. The house is fully standing."

She did do it. Bonnie silently agreed but felt a foreboding deep within her. Was it the fact she almost died? Or that the cause was not for her own sake?

Pain seared through her lower half as her knees made an impact with the ground and she fell softly to the ground.