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Shodai01:Thank you so much for reading. I'm so happy you like that part of my story. I already knew I wanted to write it and even wrote it in the section where Hela was talking about being a newborn vampire but I moved it to later so Caroline could reflect more deeply on how her life changed in the privacy of her home where she could cry and mourn. In the show, Caroline is just pulled into whatever plan Damon comes up with to save Elena. The writers didn't know what to do with her so they never gave her a voice. Seriously, most of Caroline's interactions with Elena are about men and relationships. She had a more wholesome conversation with Hela who is a virtual stranger. I think she needed that to really be honest with herself about her own emotions and opinions rather than letting others dictate what she should do and believe. If she needs Hela, she'll be there for her.
LunaLuna99999: I think the creator didn't care much for Caroline in the beginning. She was supposed to be the bubbly blonde "slut" that even her friends didn't like all that much. The only time the things that happened to Caroline were brought up was at the founder's party so Elena could look like a good friend to Caroline for confronting Damon about telling the Sheriff, rather than telling the Sheriff about Damon abusing Caroline. But Caroline was compelled to forget everything and the writers thought that we would forget too. I think they were going to kill off Caroline at the end of season 1 but they decided to use her for later plotlines. They also needed Damon redeemed so what happened to Caroline while she was under compulsion was never mentioned and I don't really think Caroline really thought about the time she was human and under compulsion because I feel like she's been trying to forget and suppresses the memories of what Damon did and everyone else's reactions. Most people forget all the bad things Damon did. Tyler forgot Damon killed his uncle. Alaric forgot that Damon tried to kill him. Jeremy and Elena forgot that Damon actually did kill Jeremy. Stefan forgot that Damon killed Lexi. It's why I like the Originals better than Damon because they do awful things to one another but they don't forget and they don't deny those awful things happened. They betray each other repeatedly. They try to get revenge. Klaus brandishes a dagger the others act up and try to get revenge on Klaus. They all hurt each other but they don't deny it. They forgive eventually, reluctantly because they're immortal and they're stuck with one another but they never forget. And Bonnie's loyalty to her friend made her the punching bag for every big bad who needed to kill the witch to get to the doppelganger. The writers forget that these characters are teenagers. I didn't have that much loyalty to my friends when I was in high school that I'd give my life for them. I think I'm going to give Bonnie the Caroline treatment to give her some introspection.
kyro232: I just want to say that Damon will get what's coming to him but I'm taking things slow to show how all the MF characters react to Hela's presence as well as how she interacts with every member of her family along with how they act as a unit. We all know that Damon will open his big mouth. And yeah, if millions of vampires suddenly fell dead, all gray and veiny, humans would get hysterical and put up a bunch of conspiracy theories. The whole of the supernatural world would be in danger and it's likely that witch hunts would start again. I hated that there were no consequences for Elena killing Kol's whole sireline, like it wasn't a big deal. Vampires have friends, lovers, and family who are human, werewolves, witches, and other vampires. They'd be coming out of the woodwork for revenge.
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Chapter 5: The Mikaelson Family
OCTOBER 25, 2010
A yellow blur flew down the mostly empty highway. The Chevy Camaro Bumblebee made a sharp turn onto the exit without signaling, causing the other vehicles to honk behind them. The driver tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she belted the lyrics of the rock song blasting from the car radio. "As I burn another page; as I look the other way; I still try to find my place in the diary of Jane; so tell me, how it should be." At such a high speed with the windows partially opened, the wind amplified her voice through the vehicle. "Desperate I will crawl; waiting for so long; no love; there's no love..."
The other girls, who shared the same skin tone and facial structure as their driver paid her no mind as they each did their own thing. The second girl had the passenger seat pushed back with her booted feet crossed on the dashboard. A pair of sunglasses covered her eyes as her head rested to the side as she slept.
In the back seat, the youngest flipped through the pages of a large book that rested on her lap. She shut the book and sued her finger as a placeholder as she brought her face to the open window. She closed her eyes at the feeling of the wind against her afro. She moved the feather-light touch of a curl landed over her eyes back behind her ears before she exhaled deeply. She closed the window.
"Are we there yet?" said the woman in the front passenger seat. She slowly rose up in her seat as she raised the sunglasses over her eyes.
The driver looked at the GPS before she replied, "Almost. 15 minutes to the town line."
"Where are we going again?" the youngest in the back seat asked.
"Mystic Falls Virginia. This is like the hundredth time you've asked me this, Jada."
"Whatever," Jada said before returning to her book.
"Mystic Falls is a stupid name for a town," added the passenger as she brought her feet down. She picked up her phone and started texting, her long acrylic nails tapping furiously on the touch screen. After a while of looking at the screen, she laughed softly before she began typing again.
"Uhg," the driver gagged. "All your lovey-dovey shit is making me sick."
"Shut up, Aira!" The passenger glared at the driver before returning to her texting.
"I can't believe my little sister is getting it more than me," said the driver. "God, I need to get laid."
"But you hate sex," Jada added as she raised her head from the book.
"I don't hate sex. I just..." the driver pondered as she tried to find the right words. "I haven't met a man who makes me want to jump him." She looked to the passenger seat to find that her sister was more focused on her phone. In the rearview mirror, she saw her other sister looking through the book on her lap. "But I think my soulmate will be in Mystic Falls," she said loudly, her eyes wandering between her siblings. "It might even be an Original."
"Yeah, sure," Nerissa replied beside her, still typing furiously on her phone.
"Whatever you say, sis," Jada added as she flipped a page in her book.
Aira sighed as she turned her eyes back to the road. Sometimes, it was nice to have sisters. Someone you could complain to and talk to and do everything with and love unconditionally. Other times, it sucked, especially when they act like you don't exist.
"So, do we really think that Hela Mikaelson is back?" Jada closed the grimoire and placed the book in her backpack.
Nerissa raised her head from her phone. "Who knows?" she shrugged. "We've heard about how Klaus is. He could just be trying to draw him out. That's what I think at least."
Aira glanced at her younger sister. "But, he thinks that it's true. Henrik said that his brother would never use their sister's name to set a trap. You know how they are about family."
Nerissa sighed as she turned her head to look out the window.
Jada leaned forward in the back seat to speak to her sisters. "There's something else, too. According to my research, a line of Bennett witches from Salem settled around Mystic Falls in the 1690s. If there are still Bennett witches residing in the area. That must've been how they were to unseal the blood knot used by our ancestors to seal the coffin."
Nerissa searched her contacts. She clicked o a name to make a call before putting the phone on speaker. "Hello Nerissa, how are you?"
"Hey, Luce. I'm good. Hey, listen, my sisters and I are going to Mystic Falls. Jade thinks that we might have some family there."
"Yeah. Though she's more closely related to me than you. About 6 months ago, to repay Katherine back so saving me, I had to help her with a spell. I met Bonnie there. She'd be powerful if she was trained correctly but cousin Sheila died before she could teach her."
"Lucy, please don't talk about the doppelbitch who almost killed you," Aira growled. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel. "That bitch has no sense of loyalty after everything you did for her."
Lucy chuckled over the phone. "I wasn't surprised that she sent someone to kill me. Katherine had always been about self-preservation. I shouldn't have expected her to just let me go. I can't thank you enough for saving me."
"It's fine, cuz. We're family so we've gotta stick together. Witches have always been more powerful in a coven than by themselves. Bennett witches especially," Jada said. "Do you think Bonnie would be willing to join our coven if we asked?"
There was silence on the line as Lucy thought. "I think it'll depend. Last I saw Bonnie, she was friends with the doppelganger and tried to attack me for her sake. So long as your goals aren't somehow in conflict with the doppelganger, then you should be fine. She wanted me to stay in Mystic Falls to teach her. I think she yearns for someone who understands her and her magic."
The three sisters exchanged thoughtful glances. They were going to find the rest of the Mikaelson siblings for the youngest Mikaelson. With Bonnie Bennett allied with the doppelganger, she's definitely against Klaus and the Mikaelsons. If they wanted Bonnie not to stand against them, and maybe even join their coven, they would have to get her away from the doppelganger and her allies. They all nodded at one another after a moment of silent conversation. "Alright. Thanks for the info, Luce. What are you doing right now?"
"Nothing much. I was working on my thesis for a while before I decided to take a break. I'm just watching some Charmed reruns, right now."
"We'll let you get back to it," Nerissa said. "Bye Lucy. Thanks again." The call ended just as the three women passed the sign at the Wickery Bridge that welcomed them into Mystic Falls.
As they entered the town square, several eyes fell on their car. The residents immediately recognized them to be travelers and outsiders. Some stopped to stare while others continued to go about their business. "Where do you think they are?" Aira said as they stepped out of the car. Aira wore a midi geometric print sweater dress over a pair of black leggings with white sneakers. Her long black hair was straightened and tied high in a ponytail that fell down her back with subdued makeup and lipstick. She had a single diamond piercing on her right nostril.
"They're Mikaelsons. Find the biggest house and the local supernatural rumor mill," Nerissa replied. Her sunglasses rested on her head where her hair was braided into two long cornrows, that fell down her back and a diamond septum piercing dangling from her nose. She wore a green khaki jacket over an off-white tank top that was tucked neatly into the wait of her dark-gray trousers, tucked nicely into her sand-colored combat boots. Her only makeup was some foundation and lip balm.
"Why don't we slit up?" Jada pointed at the restaurant across the street. "We'll meet back here in an hour." The three women raised their right hands to their lips and held their hands out to each other. "Break." Jada pulled her backpack with her grimoire onto her back as she turned to cross the street to the green square. As she walked through the very conservative small town, she paid no mind to the many people who stopped and stared at her clothes. Her makeup was quite heavy with light smokey eyeshadow in contrast to her dark red lipstick. She wore a turban with yellow and black African inspire print to hold back her kinky natural curls. Her large cross earring reached the shoulders of her black crop top which showed a small slip of her midriff. She had on a maxi skirt of similar print to her turban with four-inch-tall black platform wedges.
An hour later, Jada sat in the booth at the very back of the restaurant called the Mystic Grill - could they be any more unoriginal? - waiting for her sisters. Although there were other restaurants she would've preferred to dine in in the small town, the Mystic Grill was a casual spot that was already alive with customers in the middle of a weekday. She assumed it was the town hangout.
She tapped her white acrylic nails impatiently on the table as she waited for her sisters. A blonde waitress came to the table. "What can I get you?" she asked.
"Sorry, I'm waiting for someone." Just as the waitress went away, the bell on the door jingled and her sisters entered and locked eyes with her. All the eyes of the patrons landed on the sisters as they made their way to the table. The two older women sat in the seat across from Jada.
Nerissa grimaced as she scrunched up her nose. "Ugh, I hate this town. It reeks of dark magic. No wonder there's so much misfortune and death here."
"Tell me about it," Aira said through gritted teeth. "The air is suffocating. Even New Orleans isn't like that."
"This town has a history of the supernatural. So much violence and the death of supernatural creatures have created a well of resentment, misfortune, and bad luck," said Jada. "This place needs a serious Purification Ritual." She pulled a candle from her bag and placed it on the table. Lighting it with a look, she poured salt from the shaker onto the flame to cast a warding spell around them as well as a silencing spell to keep certain ears from eavesdropping. "So anything on our favorite dysfunctional family?"
"They're here, alright," Nerissa replied. "When I went to the city hall, all anyone could talk about was the upcoming Mikaelson ball this Friday. Thank goodness for small-town gossip."
Aira pulled out her phone. "I went by the school." After a few clicks, she placed her phone in the center of the table. The girls leaned in to look at the photo on the screen.
"Is that...?" Nerissa said.
"No way..."
"Yep," Aira finished. "Rebekah Mikaelson. She's going to high school." There was silence for a while as the girls exchanged looks before all three of them suddenly burst out laughing. They laughed for a good while, banging their feet don't the floor and their palms on the table. "Okay, okay. Stop, stop. We shouldn't laugh."
"But, it's funny," Jada puffed out as she tried to catch her breaths. "I hated high school."
Nerissa was the last to stop. "But, seriously, not even real 17-year-olds want to go to high school, but Rebekah Mikaelson, the eternal 17-year-old, Original vampire and one of the most powerful beings on this planet woke up from a century-long nap and decides she wants to go to high school." The girls inhaled deeply to catch their breaths. "Send that photo to Henrik. He should be here by tomorrow and we don't even have a place to sleep."
Jada picked up the menu. As she looked through the selections, she looked up at her sisters and asked, "What should we get to eat?"
Hela sat in a lotus position on her bed. She focused on her hands where the black mist gathered as it formed different shapes. A pair of small daggers, swords, and spears. She looked up at the video playing on the television mounted n the wall. The television show was a documentary about weapons of was through history. On the floor of her bedroom was an armory of weapons she had replicated with her powers. Short swords from the Roman Empire, English longswords, Chinese dao, Japanese katana, Indian talwar, sais, battle axes, throwing knives, and many more.
After becoming a vampire, the strength of her Seidr grew every year as had her physical strength and speed and all the other powers she gained from Esther's immortality spell. Although it's no match for her strength as an Asgardian, she was still one of the strongest beings in the world. She would never be able to take a lightning strike from Thor in her current body, but she had enough strength to protect her family. From her own research in modern technology and science over the past few days that she's been awake, she has an idea that could be worked to help make her family safer.
Crash! She let out an exhausted sigh when she heard the ongoing argument between her two youngest brothers. Maybe it was the curse of being in such a large family with so many siblings, but she did not miss the constant arguing between her younger siblings.
The weapons that were strewn about the foot of the bed disappeared as she placed her foot on the floor. She had already taken a shower and completed her morning routine. She simply changed her clothes into more presentable clothing of black pants, a black blouse, a black blazer with gray embroideries, and back boots. The scent of fresh blood brought about the telltale itch in her throat that always reminded her of her status as a vampire. No matter how much control a thousand years brought, they were still creatures at the mercy of their thirst. She was dead and she needed to constantly drink blood to keep her body from decomposing.
She made her way down the stairs, closer to the drawing-room where her siblings were. Nik and Kol were in each other's faces arguing about something she could care less about while Elijah sat on the leather chair, reading a book, while three men with puncture marks in their necks were still alive.
"Oh, come off it, Nik. It's no worse than anything you've ever done," Kol said.
Hela crossed the room to the couch where the men sat.
"In case you haven't noticed, the people in this town don't really like us, Kol," Klaus replied. "And our sister's trying to change that. We can't just go around picking up people for food. Behave Kol, or you'll find another dagger in your heart."
Hela sat between two of the men on the couch as she realized that it's been over two hundred years since she's had the taste of a man. But these men were compelled and weak from blood loss. And she never liked docile men. Damn. She'd only be able to taste their blood.
"Enough with the dagger threats, Nik. Don't you have any other tricks?" Kol rolled his eyes. "You'd never risk our sister's wrath by putting those daggers in our hearts."
"Take it outside, boys." Hela leaned into the man's neck, taking in the scent of his neck as the veins crawled beneath her eyes as her canines lengthened. She bit down and pierced the skin and the veins, causing the blood to immediately rush into her mouth. She hummed in pleasure at the taste of the blood on her tongue. It's been so long since she fed from the vein that the warm blood hitting her tongue was an explosion of flavor sweeter than chocolate.
"Wait-" Kol and Klaus turned to their sister who was drinking the leftovers from the men resting on the couch. "Why are you just sitting there and not reprimanding us?"
Hela dropped the man on the couch after she had finished draining him. "Kol, you're a thousand years old. Surely you don't need me to play referee every time you get into a fight. Just don't destroy the house." She opened her mouth to bite the other man after she had drained the last one but stopped- "And no daggers," she said before returning to her meal.
Kol and Klaus looked at their sister, who was moving from man to man as she ate while Elijah simply sat in the chair in his suit still reading his book. They exchanged glances of incredulity as they looked between their two older siblings. Over the centuries, whenever they would fight, one of their older siblings, usually Hela or Elijah, would come to try to stop them. They simply shrugged and turned to leave, Klaus going to his studio while Kol left the house to find someone to eat since his sister took his meal.
Later that afternoon
Hela placed her hand in the crook of her younger brother's arm as they walked through the forest, enjoying nature in each other's company. Hela didn't like Mystic Falls. A place so familiar yet still so foreign.
Returning to the place where she was raised with her younger siblings brought back all her childhood memories. Both good and bad. As they walked through the forest, memories of her siblings running through the trees was at the forefront of her mind. She remembered how they would do their chores, collecting water and herbs while her brothers played at being warriors and hunted for food. During their free time, they would sometimes gather together at the top of the cliff to escape their father and just be in each other's presence without any worries or fear. It was bittersweet to return to the place they traveled to after their sister was taken away from them. A place without Freya to distance themselves from their mother's greatest secret and sin. The place where they were terrorized by the man they called father. The place where their little brother died and the place where they were murdered in their homes by their parents. The place they burned to leave no trace of their existence. For every happy memory, there was a sad one.
She hated Mystic Falls. The "happy" little town that was dancing on the ashes of their tragedy. She hated the people who live and hunt them in the place they were created. As though their mother's spirit still lingers, calling them abominations through the lips of the humans.
They came to rest on a large stone at the edge of the river. Hela broke the silence. "How are you, Finn?"
Finn looked at his sister's profile. He still can't believe she was sitting beside him. While in reality, it had been two hundred years, to him, it had only been a few days since he sa her dead in a coffin.
At least, he thought she was dead.
When Henrik and Niklaus returned home, despondent, with their sister in a coffin, he couldn't help but see the parallels between that moment and that day 800 years before when Niklaus carried their little brother's dead body from the forest. He was racked with grief as all the memories of every time he had lost a sibling. First was Freya. He remembered her screams as she was carried away by that cruel woman. He remembered how his mother held his and Hela's hands to prevent them from running after Dahlia. His father hated him for being weak and unable to protect his precious Freya. He struck Hela for the first time when she tried to protect him.
That same father forced his mother to curse his younger brother and hunted them like dogs across the world. Every time they had peace, he came to kill them.
But he finally succeeded. He "killed" Hela. For the first time in almost eight centuries, Finn cried. Once again, over the dead body of a sibling. His beloved older sister who had been with him from the day he was born was gone forever. The moment they closed the casket, he was filled with anger. Never had Finn ever been so angry in his life. For the first time, he lost himself to his vampirism and went on a killing spree. His thirst suddenly became unbearable and he went on a binge that ravaged the human settlements around New Orleans. The little sense he had left would not allow him to ravage the city he and his siblings had built.
He didn't want to be hunted by his father. He wanted to become the hunter rather than the prey. He wanted to find Mikael and kill him. The moment he mentioned it to Niklaus, he found a dagger in his heart.
He awoke two hundred years later to find that his dead sister whom he had only recently put to rest was alive and well.
Finn took his hand in hers, entertaining their fingers. He needed to feel her warmth to truly believe she was sitting right next to him. "I am well, sister," Finn said.
Hela smiled at him. "Nikki thinks you hate him."
Finn sighed as he looked out to the river. "I do not hate Niklaus for what he did. Although I'm still angry that he daggered me, I can understand why he did. He was afraid that father would kill me just as he had killed you."
Hela sighed. "I'm sorry that I left you, Finn. I wasn't planning on dying at the hands of our father, but when I saw him approaching Niklaus with the stake, I couldn't let him hurt Nikki."
"Niklaus said, when he killed Miklae with the White Oak Stake, he burned to ash with the stake. We should've realized that you had not been killed." Although he was surprised that she was only in a death-like sleep
Hela shook her head. "How could you have known? We had never seen someone killed by white oak before," Hela replied. "The only thing that saved me was my constitution as the goddess of death." Had her body and her spirit not been bound to Niflheim, her spirit would've crossed the veil to the Other Side. "Do you still hate it?" Hela asked as she looked at her younger brother. "What we are?"
"It's bearable but yes, I do. I don't feel right in this body. Even with all the control, the thirst never goes away. It is an itch I can't scratch and it makes me hate myself."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Finn. I'm sorry that I can't make you better. And I'm sorry for being unable to completely understand how you feel. But Finn, did you hate yourself when we were human?"
Finn's body became rigid. Did he hate himself as a human? He couldn't answer that. Maybe? He wasn't sure. He knew that sometimes he was ashamed of being unable to protect his siblings from the monster they called father. It was always Hela who stood between them and Mikael. He never had the courage to. Did he hate himself? Was that why his self-loathing as a vampire was so strong? Was that why he wanted to kill himself? "I'm unsure," he replied honestly.
After School
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," Caroline called out as the girls practiced the moves of the cheer. Although she was trying to keep the energy up, Caroline's heart wasn't in the practice. Her father died on Friday, Tyler broke up with her on Saturday, and her mind shattered on Sunday. She lost her boyfriend and then realized that her friends weren't acting like real friends. Her best friends were supposed to be on her side. There were supposed to be the source of her happiness, not the cause of her pain. They were supposed to be there for her, not judge her. Yet, almost every misfortune that has happened to her over the past year was because of her friends. Most of them they had no control over, but no one ever asked if she was doing okay. No one reached out to help her as she was suffering from depression after she had been raped, killed, kidnapped, and tortured.
Her mother was too busy. Her friends were too busy. Her father left her and when he returned he locked her away, denied her nature, and tried to torture the vampire out of her. She was alone. All alone.
She never complained and tried to move past it. She'd pushed it all away because Elena was also suffering. She needed to be there for Elena so she didn't want to seem like an attention-hoarding bitch by complaining about all the bad things that had happened to her. Caroline needed to be there for her friend so she suppressed all the horrible memories. Every morning, she covered her depression with a smile and walked out of the house.
"Alright, that's all for today," she smiled. "Good job, girls." She walked up to Rebekah as she gathered her belonging. "Rebekah, can I talk to you for a moment?"
Rebekah furrowed her brow as she looked at Caroline. "Yeah? What is it?" she asked cautiously.
"I just wanted to apologize for everything. For calling you an 'evil blood slut' and trying to keep you from joining the committees and the squad."
Rebekah's eyes widened in confusion at Caroline's sincerity. Why was she being nice to her all of a sudden? The fact that she could tell that Caroline wasn't lying only made her more suspicious. Her eyes fell on Elena and Bonnie looking at them from across the field. "If this is some trick that your and your friends have come up with..."
Caroline shook her head. "No. It's not a trick." Caroline sighed. "I met your sister on Sunday. I helped her shop for clothes she liked. She knew who I was and the enmity between my friends and your family, but she was still nice to me. She made me realize that I was a raging bitch to you. I shouldn't have judged you and tried to stop you from enjoying your time in school just because you were Klaus' sister. Again, I apologize."
"Oh, thanks?" She wasn't sure how to answer that.
"Um, I'd love it if you could help me prepare for the decade dance," Caroline smiled. "It's about the twenties, which I'm told you know quite a lot about."
"Okay, sure," Rebekah replied. "I'm gonna go now. Your friends are coming."
Caroline watched as Rebekah walked to the parking lot and drove away in her car as Elena and Bonnie came to stand beside her.
"Hey Care," Elena said. "What were you talking about with Rebekah?"
Caroline picked up her belongings and stuffed them into her bags. "I asked her to help me with the 20s decade dance?"
Elena and Bonnie exchanged glances before they turned to stare at Caroline like she had grown a second head. "What? Why would you ask her and not us?"
Caroline stood up and looked between the two people she thought of as her best friends. "I want an authentic experience for the decade dance. She lived through the 20s. We didn't," Caroline replied. "I also apologized for how I treated her over the past month."
Elean's mouth gaped open. "Why would you do that Caroline? After everything she's done?"
"And what has she done?"
Elena paused. Rebekah hadn't really done anything to them in their group. She just came with Klaus, who was her brother. She's mostly minded her own business while she was going to school. Sure, she threatened them sometimes when they bothered her. She even helped them lure Klaus to Mystic Falls and they thanked her by daggering her. She attacked Elena when she woke up, but it wasn't like Elena didn't have it coming for stabbing her in the back after she helped them. "She... she helped Klaus turn Tyler into a hybrid and has wanted me dead since she came here."
"Klaus turned Tyler into a hybrid. She just happened to be there," Caroline replied as she threw her bag over her shoulders. "We can't blame her for everything Klaus has done just because she's his sister. It's not like we blamed Stefan when Damon decided to turn Vicki into a vampire." Caroline looked down at her watch.
"Hey, Caroline, are you feeling okay?" Bonnie asked. "We were gonna go to the Grill to meet up with Stefan and Damon to talk about what we're going to do about the Mikaelson Ball. I got an invitation."
"Sorry, I have to go home to start making plans for the dance," she said as she waved goodbye. "I'll see you guys tomorrow."
The two remained on the field, watching in shock as Caroline drove out of the school parking lot.
"Blondie's getting friendly with Barbie Klaus?"
"Yeah. I don't know what's going on with her." Elena and Bonnie sat together on one side of the booth while Damon and Stefan took the seat across from them.
"Well, her father just died and her boyfriend broke up with her. She lost two people she loved. She's heartbroken." Stefan shrugged. "That's not just going to just suddenly going to go away."
Damon shrugged. "Her dad also tortured her and baby Lockwood's always been an ass. It's not like we expected it to last."
"Damon," Elena scolded. "Stefan's right. We should just give Caroline space to grieve."
"Now, witchy, why would big sister original want to invite you to the ball?"
"Really? Big sister original?" Stefan asked. "That's the best you could come up with?"
"Hey, at least I'm not calling her the not-so-dead-original. It takes time to come up with good nicknames," Damon told Stefan. He turned back to face Bonnie. "So witchy?"
"In her note, she thanked me for waking her," Bonnie shrugged.
"Do you think she'll want to speak to you privately?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I don't know. I don't even think I'm going."
Elena grasped Bonnie's arm. "Bonnie you should go. Maybe she actually wants to help us kill Klaus if he killed her. She also wants to talk to me privately. If anything happens with the originals, you'll have my back."
"I thought we already talked about this. You're not going."
As Elena argued over her right to make her own decisions regarding her safety, a wave of familiar magic washed over Bonnie's body as a group of three women passed their booth. The magic was familiar to her. Bonnie stood up and quickly grabbed the arm of the last woman, causing her to stop. The magic was stronger now that she was touching her. She could feel it even through the woman's clothes. After spending so much time in the presence of her ancestors, her mother, and grandmother, her magic recognized familial relations. This woman before her was definitely a Bennett witch.
The others with her stopped to watch the interaction.
The woman looked down at the hand that held her arm before she looked up at the young witch. She raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Can I help you?"
"Ah," Bonnie asked. "Do we know each other?"
The woman simply shook her head as she removed her hand from Bonnie's grasp. "What's your name?"
"Bonnie Bennett." Bonnie watched the woman closely to find any recognition in her face.
The young woman smiled softly at the teen. She held her hand out to the girl. Bonnie took it and shook. "Jada Zain-Bennett." Bonnie's eyes widened. "I just came into town this morning with my sisters." Bonnie looked at the woman standing by the door of the Grill, watching their conversation. "I have to get going but I'll see you around, Bonnie." Bonnie chased after them, out of the Grill, to watch the girls drive away in their car as they waved at her.
Elena and the Salvatore brothers who had seen the interaction chased after Bonnie and watched as the car revved before disappearing in a yellow blur down the street.
OCTOBER 26, 2010
Nerissa missed home. Yes. It's only been a day since she arrived in Mystic Falls, but she missed her bed. She missed the warm body she always found beside her when she awoke in the morning. In the darkness between wakefulness and sleep, she could feel his warm lips greeting her in the morning. His wet tongue traced the curve of her neck, down her chest where he kissed each of her breasts as he slowly removed her nightgown. Heat and wetness pooled in her core as she could almost feel the warmth of his hands exploring her body. He would hold her hips firmly to the bed as he moved to kiss her thighs up and down, teasing her until she was left wanting more.
"Tell me what you want, baby." He would ask her and she would try to grind her hips against him but he never gave in until she begged.
"More. I want you inside me," she replied.
"Then, open your eyes and I'll give you what you want."
"No. I want you. I don't want this dream to end." The feeling of his fingers pressing into her thighs just how she liked it made it all the more real. She could feel his chest flushed against her as his hot breath on her neck sent a chill down her spine. It felt so real.
"It's not a dream, älskade."
Nerissa's eyes shot open. "Henrik!" She didn't waste any time as she pulled him in for a deep kiss while bringing his hand to her core until his fingers pressed deep inside her. She moaned as she pulled away from his mouth. "I missed you." She pulled him back into the kiss as she ground her hips into his palm.
After a long session of lovemaking in bed and in the shower, Henrik and Nerissa finally left their bedroom and walked down the stairs of the house they were renting to join her sisters in the kitchen.
"Quite the after-sex glow you have there, sister," Jada said.
"Shut up," Nerissa said as she took a seat at the table.
"Seriously, you guys saw each other the day before yesterday and you're already jumping on each other first thing in the morning."
"Good morning, Henrik," Aira greeted as she placed their breakfast on the table.
"Good morning, ladies." Henrik sat next to Nerissa. "Thank you for coming all the way here for this."
"It's no problem. Our families have been connected for a thousand years. And since this also concerns the head of our coven, it's also our business." Aira placed her phone on the table in front of Henrik. Henrik wiped his hand on the napkin before he took the phone and swiped on the screen to look at the photos of Hela and Finn, walking arm and arm.
A soft smile formed on his lips as he looked at the two people he hasn't seen in over two centuries.
He was heartbroken when he watched his sister die. His mind was all muddled as he tried to come to terms with what had happened. His sleep was filled with her voice calling out to him. At that time, he thought she had been gone for good. Since he had resided in Niflheim for over five centuries, he had a stronger connection to Hela's realm than his other siblings. All the dreams he had been having were Hela trying to contact him to tell him to finish the ritual.
He had been helping Hela collect ingredients for a ritual for years to strengthen her Seidr to reclaim her authority and power as the Goddess of Death. He still had the dagger and all the other ingredients for the ritual. Even if she was dead, he placed the dagger in her heart and had the witches complete the ritual in hopes that he would see her again. None of his siblings knew. He did not want to give them false hope.
But maybe he should've because, without their sister, their family fractured. The first thing Nikasu did was dagger their eldest brother, Finn, something Hela would never allow. Then, he did the same to Kol. Henrik knew that he would be the next person to see the dagger to Niklaus' guilt over his death when they were human. So he ran. He hid. He went into hiding among the witches in the one place he knew Niklaus would never look for him. With the help of the Zain-Bennett coven, he was cloaked so Niklaus would never find him using magic.
He kept tabs on his brother throughout the centuries through several spies. Sometimes, with a bit of help from the witches of the Zain-Bennett coven, he was able to hide his presence and appearance to seem human, which allowed him to stand in the same room as his siblings without being recognized. He knew when Kol had been undaggered and daggered again. He was there when Rebekah fell in love with Stefan Salvatore. He was with Elijah in France in the 1930s. He lost track of Klaus when he went underground when Elijah tried to kill him. But Henrik could never find the coffins. Even when New Orleans was burning, he searched for his siblings' coffins but not even magic could find where Klaus had hidden them.
It was silent for decades until he heard rumors of a hybrid early in the summer. He immediately moved from Sweden to the States. Then a few days ago, he heard rumors of Hela Mikaleson's return. He knew that if his sister had returned, she would never allow Niklaus to keep their siblings in their coffins. Aira's photo had proven him right.
When Henrik finished his meal, he stood up and extended his hand to Nerissa, who placed her hand in his. "Shall we go, älskling? I believe we're long overdue for a Mikaelson family reunion."
älskade: Swedish term of endearment meaning lovely. The Zain-Bennett sisters were born and raised in Arvika, Sweden. Think of the city as the European New Orleans. It's the base of the Zain-Bennett coven.
älskling: darling
Song: Breaking Benjamin - Diary of Jane
Cast
Henrik Mikaelson (Age 20/522) - Tom Holland
Aira Zain-Bennett (Age 30) - Candice Patton
Nerissa Zain-Bennett (Age 24) - Kiki Layne
Jada Zain-Bennett (Age 21) - Coco Jones
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