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A/N: R&R. No beta so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

Klaus thumbed through the grimoire in frustration. He had been researching for about a week hoping to find answers as to what the child could be and how to break the curse on her.

Elijah and Rebekah had arrived a few days earlier. Normally he was loathed to leave Kol alone in the fortress without their guidance but the necessity overruled it. He hoped that his youngest brother would at least attempt to be responsible for once. Marcel had been happy at their arrival but was noticeably happier to see Rebekah even though they both tried to pretend otherwise. Honestly, they must have thought him an idiot as though he couldn't see through them. Klaus still wasn't sure how he felt about them being together but he cared for the two of them too much not to obstruct it. Yet.

He angrily slammed yet another book shut and pushed it into the pile of others on the table. Information was something he made sure he had. Being uninformed made him vulnerable and being vulnerable made him lash out. Currently his lack of information puts him at a disadvantage. Klaus took a sip of bourbon, licking his lips to force himself to calm down.

"Come back to bed," a feminine voice whined from the direction of the bed.

Klaus turned to face the naked woman writhing around in the sheets. He'd forgotten she was there.

"A bit busy now love," He dismissed. He'd already drunk from her and had a good romp to keep his mind clear. In his current frustrated state he was sure he might end up draining her if he decided to fuck her again. The woman sighed clearly unhappy with his reaction. She'd woken up from a pleasant post-coital nap to see him naked and standing away from her.

"Please?" her nasally voice started to grate him.

He slammed another grimoire shut vampire speeding back to the bed where she laid. He grabbed the back of her neck roughly tilting her head back looking directly into her eyes, "Get out before I snap your pretty neck."

Her eyes widened in fear and she shot out of the bed running to the door without even a thought for her clothes. She ran past Elijah who was entering himself. He was only mildly curious about the situation.

"And here I thought you'd given up on scaring away your conquests Niklaus," He remarked taking a seat near the desk his brother stood. He was unmoved by Klaus' nudity. A thousand years together and their Old World Nordic origins meant prudishness was far from their nature.

Klaus huffed without taking his eyes off the book he was thumbing through, "Hardly a conquest. Just a snack that got annoying."

Elijah resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Respect was still a foreign concept to Niklaus. He cleared his throat instead, "Have you found any information about what Demetria is?"

Elijah had taken to calling the little girl by her full name much to Marcels' annoyance and her delight. According to her, it sounded far from grown up than Demi. His progeny didn't even try to hide his pout. Klaus was just amused by all the chaos. His siblings were already charmed by her, Rebekah taking every opportunity to treat her like a doll with shopping trips and tea parties. She followed Elijah around like a little duckling asking him as many questions as she could much to his not so subtle amusement and delight. It reminded Klaus of when Marcel was young, bright-eyed and curious about everything around him. Even the harsh treatment from his bastard father and slave-owners hadn't dampened his spirit.

He reluctantly admitted to himself that he had become fond of her. Marcel had taken to her and he trusted his sons' judgement so by default she was now a member of their family. Unfortunately there would be no future for her to grow up with them if he couldn't find a solution to her hex.

"I have searched high and low through every grimoire in my current possession. I have asked Lourdes and Killian to do so as well even though they were unable to break the hex," his irritation increased at the fact. Lourdes was the most trusted witch in his circle and was quite powerful. Killian had practiced necromancy before he met Klaus yet he was unable to break through it.

"Apparently I need someone else more skilled in death magic," He concluded, pouring himself a drink. "Just our luck that necromancy is an obscure, borderline forbidden and difficult art even for born practitioners. And we know of no one who is an expert." Klaus had collected an army of the most powerful witches over the past few centuries loyal to only his family in the hundreds yet Killian was the only necromancer among them. It was a very rare gift, so much so that many witches saw it as a curse and abomination. But where others saw mud, he saw clay to mold.

Elijah was silent for a moment pondering. He tapped his fingers against the armrest, "There is one person Niklaus. You have not considered her."

"The Supreme witch you mean? I have not seen her in over ninety years." Cordelia Vasquez. They had separated shortly after he broke his curse. He had a family empire to build while she had a legacy to maintain. They understood and respected each other to that extent and even struck up a friendship. After the death of her lover, she hid herself from everyone, even him. Klaus had heard when she attained the title of Supreme.

"If I remember correctly she had some experience," Elijah pointed out meaningfully.

"Even if she could, I have no idea where she is. The woman has hidden herself remarkably well," Klaus picked up his discarded pants to wear them.

"There are ways to get your message across," Elijah stated.

"We would have better luck tossing an orange over the balcony and hoping it hits her head," Klaus snapped roughly pulling his grey Henley over his head.

"Just a suggestion Niklaus," his brother said coolly. "I want this solved as much as you do. That girl doesn't deserve to suffer this way." There was also the matter of her strange powers. All the witches who'd examined her agreed that she was not a witch neither did she have any skill for the craft. But she still had immense power that could not be properly explained. The things revealed to her and her ability to "hear the wind" as she put it.

There was a soft knock on the door. "Enter," Klaus commanded, pouring himself another drink. One of Marcel's trusted vampires, Thierry, entered the room holding a card, "This came for you sir." He handed it to Klaus. The hybrid took it briefly reading over the words. "When did this come in?"

"Just a few minutes ago sir," Thierry explained. "The mailman brought it."

"Hmmm. You may go," Klaus dismissed. He left immediately. Elijah eyed the card in his brother's hand curiously, "Who is it from?"

"An old friend." Klaus replied cryptically. Without any warning this time, the door was thrust open and Rebekah glided in without apology for her abrupt entrance. Klaus rolled his eyes, "You have the manners of a sixteen year old."

"A compliment I take pride in," She retorted, making herself comfortable on one of the silk cushioned armchairs.

"Careful sister. I believe Niklaus might have entertained on that very surface," Elijah gestured to where she was sitting. Rebekah made a noise of disgust immediately jumping off causing Klaus to laugh. He hadn't but the petty vengeance felt good.

"You're a sick man," Rebekah announced throwing a pillow at him but missing due to his supernatural reflexes. "I came to see what you two were up to. Have you found anything to help Demi?"

"As I was telling Elijah moments before your pleasant arrival that I have not made any progress yet," Klaus threw his hands in the air exasperated. "I'm not exactly twiddling my thumbs."

"Have you heard from Warren and Samir?" Rebekah asked, placing her hands on her hips. "I talked to Kol and she said some of the new hybrids are getting antsy. Doesn't want them to wreck the fortress." Warren and Samir were the betas of Klaus' hybrid pack. They controlled them whenever he was absent.

"The full moon is getting closer and their wolves are still processing the changes," Klaus dismissed. "We've lived there for the past ninety years. One full moon isn't going to destroy walls of stone so tell Kol to stop looking for an excuse to fight my pack." Obviously Kol couldn't keep out of trouble unless he had someone to keep an eye on him. Thankfully he got along with the other witches and vampires in their command. It was just the hybrids he seemed to enjoy antagonizing.

"I'll tell Aya to go with him on a hunt," Elijah offered much to his brother's relief. Aya was his brother's second and Kol liked her well enough.

Suddenly there was a high pitched scream coming from the room opposite.

Demi's bedroom.

All three originals zoomed there instantly to see the little girl violently thrashing around while Marcel tried to hold her still. Her mouth was wide open and her pupils had rolled all the way back leaving only the whites of her eyes to remain. She was in some sort of violent trance. Elijah and Klaus grabbed onto her head and legs to help steady her down onto the bed while Rebekah rushed out of the room to get help.

She arrived with Lourdes who started chanting.

"Baby girl you've got to relax," Marcel pleaded but she couldn't hear him. He watched her actions with nothing short of abject horror as her little body convulsed savagely. Klaus had never seen his progeny so afraid before. Demi was screaming even more, the drool from her mouth splashing over her face. A sigil appeared on her wrist shining so bright and burned so hot it made Klaus flinch at the touch. The dark energy around her felt magnified by tenfold.

Lourdes chanted, opening a small bottle filled with grey liquid, "Open her mouth."

Marcel held her jaw open carefully so he wouldn't accidentally hurt her with his strength. Lourdes poured it into her throat while he forced her to swallow. Demi instantly calmed down breathing hard. The sigil cooled down then slowly vanished from her wrist. They all let out collective sighs of relief.

"It is getting stronger," Lourdes stated, closing the bottle again. "I had to dampen her energy but I cannot keep doing that or her powers will be blocked permanently."

"At this point I could hardly care if it means she'll be ok," Marcel patted her head comfortingly as the little girl whimpered. Rebekah squeezed his shoulder.

"It won't," Lourdes said bluntly. "Even though she isn't a witch her powers work the same way. Taking it away from her would be just like taking away a limb. She'll be incomplete and will never be the same away." He winced at the implication. Marcel wanted nothing more than for Demi to be completely whole.

"So what can we do now?" Elijah asked. Lourdes was about to say something when Demi stopped her abruptly.

"My tummy hurts," She whined squirming in discomfort. The hybrid sat on the bed next to where she laid and caressed her face, "It will be alright."

Demi looked at him. Her sweet face had now turned dull and pale. Dark circles were under her eyes and her breaths came out with little wheezes. She looked so ill.

Klaus immediately turned to the witch, "Will my blood help her in any way?"

"It should for the moment," She confirmed.

He then bit his wrist and held it over her mouth, "Drink." Demi shook her head refusing as the thought of drinking blood scared her. She knew that Marcel and the others had to drink blood to stay alive but never in her presence. The sight of it made her tremble. Rebekah quickly grabbed a cup on the dresser next to them and held her brothers' wrist over it.

She then shuffled closer to Demi placing an arm over her shoulder and bringing the cup to her mouth, "Just a little bit sweetheart. I promise it will make you feel all better."

Demi hesitated but she knew she could trust the female original to never hurt her so she slowly took a sip from the cup. Marcel caressed her face whispering sweet words to encourage her. Finally after drinking her appearance began to improve and her sickly look was nearly non-existent.

"Good girl," Rebekah remarked, kissing her head.

Demi turned back to Klaus whispering, "I've seen her."

"Who?" Marcel inquired. Demi turned to him, "The girl he's been looking for." The vampires all gave each other questioning looks. Klaus hadn't been looking for any girl.

"She's the one you've been looking for. The wind said she's here and she's looking for you too. She just doesn't know it yet," despite the ordeal she'd been through the little girl still managed to look somewhat excited by the prospect. The thing he was supposed to find in the city was actually a person. A woman it seemed. But who was she? And how was she also searching for him?

"What's her name?" He asked further.

"I'm sorry but I didn't get her name. I wanted to but I couldn't hear it," Demi's bottom lip wobbled as the fact made her upset. Marcel kissed her forehead, "You've done good baby girl."

"You have nothing to apologise for Demetria," Elijah added brushing his thumb against her knuckles.

She giggled, "I saw her face though. She's really pretty and she has green eyes. She's been looking for you since you got here. I hope you find her soon."

"I assure you that I will, little one," Klaus declared. "For now, you just rest here."

"Can I have some ice cream and cookies please?" Demi asked in her most innocent voice making sure to widen those brown doe eyes. He couldn't help but smile because manipulation was a pure Mikaelson trait. She was learning fast. Of course everyone fell for it instantly. Marcel ordered some staff to bring her a large sundae while Rebekah promised that she would get the biggest cookie ever.

Whoever this woman was, Klaus intended to find her.


Bonnie Bennett moaned at the sweet taste of her cold strawberry milkshake. She'd just had a hard day at her modern dance class so the treat was justified. The sun was unforgiving much to her displeasure as she had decided to walk instead of drive today. She winced at the feeling of her tank top sticking to her body and wished for a shower. Unfortunately she couldn't head home yet. There was a personal matter she needed to attend to.

Growing up in the South should have meant that she was used to the sweltering heat by now but every year the scorching summers still took her off guard. NOLA seemed much hotter than Mystic Falls. Perhaps it was due to the energy brimming in the city. Bonnie had learned about the city's magical role as a magical reservoir which attracted all sorts of supernatural creatures.

Tyler and the Salvatore's were the only supernaturals she knew, apart from the unfortunate incident with the tomb vampires under Fell's Church. Now she'd gotten used to spotting vampires and werewolves walking around the Quarter. Cordelia had filled her in on the origins of the supernatural creatures:

The werewolves are descendants of the wolf god. He took a human woman for a wife and they had five sons. Those sons were the first born werewolves. Every wolf can trace their heritage back to them even though there are more bitten wolves added now. Their nature was only revealed once they took a life.

Bonnie researched the rest herself from the extensive library Cordelia had at the mansion. Witches owed their existence to the goddess Hecate, the goddess of magic. She taught magic to her followers and gifted the most devoted of them power in their bloodlines to continue with the craft. Every born witch had inherited their powers from the gift of the goddess. They were all bound to a singular form of magic whether it be earth, spirit or ancestral. Only a Supreme witch could wield all sources equally and it was a mantle earned not passed down.

Vampires had a surprisingly more recent history. The first vampires were created by a witch one thousand years ago who suffered the loss of a child and wanted to make sure her other children didn't suffer the same fate. They were called the Originals. Despite coming later in the game they were unofficially recognized as the de-facto rulers of the supernatural world for a thousand years since. They were powerful, brutal and extremely loyal to only those who they considered family. Many didn't want to consider them as rulers but few had the courage to challenge them to that effect.

She couldn't find any more information about them and Cordelia was rather vague whenever Bonnie sought answers from her. The only thing she told Bonnie was that one of the Originals had managed to create an entirely new race a hundred years ago called hybrids. They were both vampire and werewolf so they had the strengths of both without any of the weaknesses like forced shifting on a full moon or death under sunlight. Hybrids were quite rare as they were difficult to make so only about a few hundred existed in the entire world and they served only the Original family.

Bonnie arrived at the small creole restaurant called Veronique's Dine-In, sipping the last of her milkshake before tossing it into the garbage can in front of the restaurant. She entered, immediately assaulted with the appetizing aroma of spicy shrimp jambalaya and fried catfish. The patrons were all too busy chomping down the delicious food to notice her enter. Her attention was on the tall and pretty dark-skinned woman with dreads in her mid-forties at the cash register. She was diligently counting bills when she sensed a presence that made her look up to see Bonnie standing with a sheepish smile.

The woman pressed her lips together keeping her expression neutral. She called out to someone in the back, "Melanie! Come and man the counter, I have some business to attend to." Another girl in an apron came out to take her place.

She pointed her thumb at the large red door in the back for Bonnie to follow her. The room they entered was an office with a small but polished desk and some brown well-worn chairs. The clattering and voices from the kitchen could be heard from there.

"Bonnie Bennett. I should have known you were coming cher. I got a feeling I needed to fry up some beignets," She drawled in her thick New Orleans accent.

Bonnie grinned, "You know me so well Veronique."

"I know your sweet tooth child," Veronique retorted.

Veronique was the only witch outside of Cordelia that Bonnie knew personally. She knew of the other covens and their leaders but they all avoided her due to her association with Cordelia. It was because there were those who feared her power as Supreme witch and the fact that she was not bound by ancestral magic like them and others felt that she was undeserving of her title. Two ridiculous schools of thought in Bonnie's opinion.

Veronique was an elder in the Algiers coven which was one of the covens who feared Cordelia. She didn't though. The two women were friendly with each other and she was one of the Supremes' allies in the city. She reminded Bonnie of a younger version of Grams. She was headstrong and blunt, always trying to tell Bonnie how skinny she was and sent her home with Tupperware full of delicious food. She was also a powerful medium.

"So what troubles you?" Veronique asked leaning back in her chair.

Bonnie hesitated for a moment, "I've been having dreams. All I know is that there's the face of a man but I don't remember his face or what he looks like. All I remember is that he has golden eyes."

The older woman froze for a moment but quickly covered it up, "Golden you say? Well that's a peculiar one. Did you ask Cordelia?"

"I did yesterday but she said that she would have to do more research. I think she's hiding what it is from me," Bonnie confessed.

Veronique shook her head, "Not out of maliciousness I can assure you. I'm sure she wants to properly be certain before telling you anything. Gold eyes are rare amongt shifters."

"I've heard," Bonnie mumbled. "May I see what the cards have to say?"

"Of course cher," She brought out her tarot cards from the desk drawer and shuffled them, laying a three card spread on the table. Bonnie picked the first one and turned it over. It was two swords upright.

"A difficult choice is coming your way soon and you will have to decide the best choice to make not only for yourself but those around you," Veronique interpreted. "It is important that you do not delay."

"That's a heavy one," Bonnie commented. What difficult choice would she have to make soon? The thought sent a knot of dread down her belly. She didn't want anything to ruin the good life she'd been enjoying so far. Did it have to do with Mystic Falls?

The medium pulled another card, "Upright king of swords. It might be a difficult decision but you have the mental clarity and logic to make the right one."

The next card was the Lovers upright. Veronique raised an eyebrow, "An intense soul-bonding relationship is coming your way Bonnie. A powerful one at that." That was quite unexpected. A blush found its way to her cheeks. She hadn't really dated anyone here apart from one or two guys. Her focus was mostly on her magic, dancing and coursework. Was that why she was seeing the man in her dreams? Somehow were they linked romantically?

Veronique shuffled the deck and picked the next three.

The next card turn sent Bonnie's heart barrelling down her chest. It was death. Veronique studied her carefully, "Death is sometimes symbolic. It could mean there is a darkness lurking near you or someone you know. Or perhaps someone you will know. It could also represent that a certain part of your journey is coming to an end." That did nothing to ease her worry. Not when she felt like her life was just beginning away from Virginia. Would she lose it all now? No, she wouldn't let it happen.

The next card came. It was The High Priestess. "You will be coming into some mysterious truths. Keep your mind open to the possibilities."

The final card was turned. Two of cups upright. "This new relationship of yours will be nothing like you've ever experienced. You will be sharing parts of your body, mind and soul with this partner that you have never revealed to anyone before and vice versa. It will be overwhelming in the beginning and you might even run from it but such a bond is nearly impossible to sever. My advice would be to embrace it and let yourself be guided."

Bonnie let out a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding after the reading ended. Her mind was swirling with more questions now than answers. All she wanted to find out was who the man in her dreams was and what he had to do with her. Now there were all these other revelations coming at her too quickly to even process.

She'd needed another milkshake.

"Thanks for your insight, Veronique," She thanked despite still feeling unsatisfied.

"You're welcome. Tell me cher, have you heard of the Originals?" Veronique asked.

Bonnie nodded, "Yeah, the Mikealson family right? Cordelia told me they're the first vampires and have been around for a thousand years. I don't really know much else apart from that."

"They're very dangerous and very powerful," her voice was low, warning. "The adopted son Marcel is king of the vampires here in the city and he's the mellowest of them all. That's saying something." She'd never met Marcel but she knew of him. She'd heard whispers from the witches and saw his vampires around the city. He wasn't a very bloodthirsty ruler but he didn't shy from violence when needed. She recalled an incident Cordelia had told her about where some werewolves poisoned a newly turned vampire in the Bayou. Their bodies were found the next day on the doorstep of their Alpha torn to pieces.

"Why are you telling me this? What does it have to do with me?" Bonnie questioned. Veronique grimaced, packing up her cards to place back into the desk drawer, "Because there is only one creature with gold eyes that I know of and he is an Original." That took her off-guard instantly. The man in her dreams is an Original vampire?

"Wait, I thought you said that shifters were the only species who could have eyes like that?"

Veronique sighed, "This one is a special case. All I'm saying cher, is that I need you to be very careful. I don't know how all of this fits into your life and what you will be involved in but keep to your cards. You are intelligent and you are a gifted witch. Take care of yourself. Will you promise me that?"

"I promise," Bonnie agreed fervently even though she had no real idea what it all meant. "Thanks again for the reading."

"Any time child," Veronique said as the girl stood up to leave, "Before you head out grab some beignets from Melody in the kitchen. On the house of course." At least that got a smile out of her. The elder witch muttered a protection spell over the girl as she walked out of her office even though she had no idea what she was protecting her from. She had called on the ancestor's days before after she'd gotten word that the Original Hybrid was spotted in the city but got no answer.

Amongst the witches of the Quarter there were rumblings. They were planning something and keeping it secret from all the other covens. Something was happening and she feared it would involve the Bennett witch. Veronique hoped that the protection of the Supreme would be enough to keep the girl safe.


I promise that the next chapter will be longer, Klaus and Bonnie will finally meet and all the juicy bits will come together.