At his brother's request Kol was tapping on the front door to Rousseau's the next morning and we he realised that Sophie wasn't about to open the door for him, he simply broke the handle and let himself in much to the witch's dismay.
"I'm getting real sick of you Mikaelson's forcing your way around here," she said from the kitchen area and clutched the handle of the knife she was using to chop vegetables tight enough that her knuckles were turning white. Partly out of annoyance of his presence and partly to use it as a weapon if need be, not that it do much good but she imagined a knife to the eye would hurt like a bitch.
"I knocked, you ignored me. What was I supposed to do?" Kol replied and helped himself to a glass of whatever he got his hands on first.
"What do you want anyway?" she questioned and sent the Original vampire a glare as he leant on the pushed back doors to the kitchen area, out of the four of them, Kol was most definitely her least favourite. "If you can't tell, I'm busy."
"Not anymore, you're not," he said crossed his legs at the ankles. "My brother wants you and I've been instructed to use force if necessary."
Sophie let out a frustrated breath and dropped the knife on the table before she turned to him with her arms folded across her chest. "Tell your brother that he can go to hell," she growled at him. "He's been nothing but a pain in my ass since he got here."
"Well that's your fault now isn't it?" he accused and raised the glass to his lips. "You and your sister are the ones who brought him here which in turn brought the rest of us here. You reap what you sow, darling."
Sophie turned away from the Original, muttering some about if that being true then he and the rest of his kind would have gotten theirs by now causing Kol to roll his eyes at the witch and her moral standing.
"My brother wants information on Marcel, that's all," Kol told her and pushed off the door frame and moved over to the table to sit on the edge.
"Do you mind?" Sophie huffed and moved the food away from him. "What can I tell Klaus about Marcel that he wouldn't already know? He sired him, didn't he?"
"Not so much on Marcel," Kol clarified and swung his legs over the edge of the table. "But more on the vampires he surrounds himself with."
"Tell your brother that I'm not interested," Sophie replied and put her focus back on preparing the food for the restaurant.
"Well then, can I interest you in an angry little witch Marcel so cruelly keeps hidden away from the world?" Kol asked and watched with a smirk as Sophie's expression changed from one of annoyance to one of keen interest and shock. "Davina, I believe Rebekah said her name was."
"Davina? Your sister saw Davina?" Sophie questioned and Kol nodded his head. "Where did she see her?"
"Oh no," Kol wiggled his finger at her. "If you want information on your fellow witch then you need to come with me to get it."
Sophie let out a heavy sigh, her frustration making reappearance. "Because of course nothing comes free with you vampires."
"You want information on this Davina girl and you'll get it so long as you give us what we want."
After a long moment of consideration, Sophie caved and nodded her head at the Original vampire. "Fine, but I'll make my own way there. I'm over being manhandled by vampires."
"Fair enough," Kol said and jumped down from the table. "I'll have my sister text you the address. Be there by noon or I will come and get you myself."
His tone held no room for negotiation and Sophie was no fool. She knew that she either goes there on her own accord or he drags her there kicking and screaming and will possibly end up losing a good chunk of her neck.
"Looking forward to it," she grumbled sarcastically and glared daggers at the Original as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the front door, placing the glass on the bar as he walked passed. "Asshole," she spat when he left Rousseau's, the door closing behind him.
XXX
Katrina was lounging around on Bonnie's bed while she filled two bags with what she thought she would need during her stay in New Orleans. Her grimoire was definitely on the top priority list.
"Have you told Lucy that you're going to New Orleans yet?" Katrina asked her while Bonnie pulled out her grimoire and placed it on top of the suitcase.
Bonnie shook her head and nearly scoffed. She knew Lucy wouldn't be happy with her going to New Orleans especially at the request of an Original vampire and Bonnie didn't particularly feel like being chewed out by her cousin. "I think I'm going to hold off on doing that," she said. "At least until I get there. I don't want her to worry and she will. I also don't want her to yell at me."
"Probably for the best," she said and leant forward to grab Bonnie's grimoire from her bag. "You'd hear her scream from here," she added with an amused smile and started to flip through the tattered pages of the old spell book. "Did this really belong to Emily Bennett? I was told that it was lost after she was killed."
Bonnie nodded and neatly packed away the few pairs of jeans on the bottom of her suitcase. She thought it best not pack a lot of stuff, just keep it to the essentials mostly. She figured if she decided to stay in New Orleans any longer she could just buy stuff there. "Yeah, Elena and Stefan found it buried with his father."
"Like with him in his coffin?" The look on Katrina's face matched how Bonnie felt about it when she found out. Emily was burnt alive at the stake by the founding families along with ninety nine other witches and they had the audacity to steal her grimoire and bury it with one of the founding members. Or maybe the look on her face was the disgust was of holding a book that was buried with a corpse for over a hundred years. "That's gross," she stated but continued to flip the through pages.
"Are you sure you don't mind taking me to the airport?" Bonnie asked, wanting to make sure with her cousin while choosing some tops out of the wardrobe. "I can drive myself."
"I don't mind. I wouldn't have offered if I did," Katrina answered, her eyebrows raised in interest as she read over a spell that caught her eye. "Have you tried all these spells?"
Bonnie shook her head. "Not all of them," she said. "Honestly I felt no need to do most of them." Then when she gained Expression she really had no need for the grimoire anyway but she was still trying to get back into the good graces of the Spirits so she thought she'd start using more Traditional magic and Expression only when necessary.
Katrina replied with a scoff and looked at Bonnie like she was crazy. "You being a witch is reason enough to try them."
"Is that the reason why Evelyn refuses to let Allison and Kendra near a grimoire unsupervised?" Bonnie laughed.
"That's different," Katrina refuted with a smile. "Those two still think being a witch is like some kind of game. They haven't quite grasped the severity of it like the rest of us have."
Bonnie believed what Katrina said. When she first discovered she was a witch (and after the initial shock wore off) she thought it was a bit of game but the things happening around her proved her to wrong. It wasn't until Grams had died that Bonnie started to take being a witch seriously but she never stopped pushing the limits of what she could do. Meeting the other witches of her family had taught her that she still had much to learn about witchcraft.
The door to her bedroom was pushed opened and Allison and Kendra appeared.
"Huh, I thought you had to say the witch twin's names three times before they appeared," Katrina joked when the twins walked into the room.
"Mum said we could go to the airport with you and Trina," Allison said and threw herself down on the end of the bed, just narrowly missing the small pile of folded tops.
"Wish you weren't going at all, though," Kendra voiced from her seat on the chair behind Bonnie. "Or preferably that you'd let me come with you."
Allison let out a scoff and raised her head to look at her sister. "You wouldn't last an hour around a vampire, Kendra."
"And there is no way in Hell that I would take you to a place full of them," Bonnie added and cast a glance over her shoulder to the younger witch. "It would be far too dangerous there for you."
Joanna had once told Bonnie that Kendra was the type to seek adventure and trouble and more often than not she found it but what concerned Evelyn the most was Kendra's interest in vampires despite only ever meeting two of them, those two being Elena and Caroline when they had come to visit Bonnie two weeks ago and that had only fuelled the young witch's interest. She had tried to get both girls to show her their fangs and continuously pestered them both until Caroline finally gave in and showed the young witch what she wanted to see. It both terrified and excited the young witch.
"The vampires in New Orleans and everywhere else aren't like Bonnie's friends, K," Katrina said and tore her eyes away from the grimoire to look at her cousin. "Most are soulless monsters that you should hope to never encounter."
Katrina admitted to Bonnie that Caroline and Elena had been the first friendly vampires she'd ever encountered and that she was beginning to doubt that vampires with humanity even existed. When she first arrived, Katrina couldn't for the life of her understand why Bonnie had been with an Original vampire.
"Fine," Kendra drew out the word with a sigh and placed her chin on her arms she folded on the back of the chair. "But you're coming back right?"
"Of course," Bonnie said and packed away her tops. "I doubt I'll be there long anyway."
"Good, cause you still owe Allie and I those lessons you promised," she replied, reminding Bonnie of her promise to teach them a few things from Emily's grimoire.
The twins were still relatively new to magic, Evelyn having made the decision to bind their active magic until they turned sixteen which was only months ago. She and her husband wanted the twins to have a somewhat normal childhood without the burden of magic and the issues on control but they always knew what they would eventually become.
"And I still have every intention of doing so," Bonnie assured both the twins.
"Just make sure none of those spells have to do with fire," Katrina warned with a light laugh, remembering back to when she had once tried to teach the twins a spell. "That will not end well. My eyebrows have only just grown back."
"Or maybe you were just a bad teacher," Allison grinned at Katrina who in turn threw a pillow at her head. Allison also snatched up the grimoire when Katrina placed it on Bonnie's bag.
Kendra followed Bonnie when she wandered across the hall to the bathroom to get her already packed bag of toiletries and make up.
"So you are coming back?" Kendra said, standing in the doorway of the bathroom while Bonnie collected her things.
"Why wouldn't I?"
Kendra gave a small shrug of her shoulders and stuffed her hands in her pockets. "You have a history with the Originals. I just don't want you to forget about us when you get there."
"Impossible," Bonnie assured her with a smile. "You're not going to get rid of me that easily."
When Bonnie first arrived in Fairhaven she was miserable, heartbroken and no matter how hard she tried to conceal it with the happiness of meeting her family (and she was happy to meet them) it just didn't fill the emptiness she felt inside of her after he walked away from her and it was Kendra who got under her skin in a charmingly obnoxious way and refused to leave her alone until she told the younger Bennett everything she wanted to know.
She reminded Bonnie a bit of Caroline in that sense.
"Good," Kendra returned the smile. "I'll just miss you is all," she admitted sheepishly and pushed her hair back behind her ear.
"I'll be back before you know it," she said and touched her cousin's shoulder as she walked out of the bathroom.
Kendra followed Bonnie back to her room where Katrina and Allison were still bickering about the eyebrow incident.
For a moment, it all made Bonnie wonder if she wanted to get back involved with vampire business. She loved it here and she loved her family, she hated to think about going nearly eighteen years barely knowing them. She had met some of them briefly at Grams' funeral but her dad wasted no time in shipping her off to his sister's for a while afterwards. He wanted her to have nothing to do with that side of the family after the death of her mother. He hadn't even given Joanna a proper chance to introduce herself before he practically dragged her away from her aunt.
But she felt like New Orleans was where she meant to be right now.
XXX
True to her word, Sophie Deveraux was knocking on the Originals' front door a bit before noon. As much as she didn't want to show up and make the Originals deal with their own problems for once, Davina was too big of an issue for her not to show up. The fate of the French Quarter witches depended on Davina coming back and Sophie had made a promise she had no intentions of breaking.
"Shame," Kol pouted when he opened the door for her. "I was hoping to go on a little witch hunt."
Sophie glared at the Original and pushed passed him. "Where is your brother?" she questioned impatiently. "I want to get this over with."
Kol pointed towards the opened double doors on his left where Klaus and Rebekah were waiting. Sophie walked through and took a seat in one of the chairs across from the two other Originals while Kol stood by the door.
"You neglected to tell me a few things when I arrived here, Sophie," Klaus started and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. "Marcel's secret weapon being one of them, how he manages to have complete and total control over all the witches in the Quarter."
"Yeah, your brother told me that you saw Davina," Sophie said and looked to Rebekah.
"Is she a tiny little thing, very cute and very angry with an immense amount of power?" Rebekah listed off things she remembered about the little witch in the untraceable attic.
Sophie slowly nodded her head. "That would be her," she confirmed. "Where did you see her?"
"You see, I can't seem to remember," Rebekah said with raising frustration. "The little brat wiped my memory after she threw me out of a bloody window." Sophie didn't look at all shocked with hearing what Davina did. "Now, our brother is in Davina's possession," Rebekah continued. "And we need to get him back before the little witch does something to him so what we need from you is teeny tiny locator spell."
"I thought you just wanted information on Marcel's inner circle," Sophie said looking between the three Originals, mostly at Kol since he was the one who came to her with the request in the first place and told her nothing of magic.
"We still want that, along with the locator spell to find our brother" Klaus said.
"You know that we can't use magic. Davina will sense it, she'll tell Marcel and I'll end up like my sister and all the others before her that have attempted to use magic," she expressed with frustration. She was tired of explaining this to the three vampires surrounding her.
"How about this," Kol spoke up and drew the witch's attention to him. "You perform the spell or I rip out your throat?"
Sophie stiffened in her seat but still glared defiantly at the vampire. "You rip my throat out if I don't and Marcel rips it out if I do so it seems I lose either way."
Klaus waved off Kol's threat and Sophie's concerns. "You will not get caught," he said to Sophie who arched a doubtful brow at the hybrid.
"It doesn't matter how small the spell is, Davina will sense it and she always knows who is performing it," she argued. "There is no way to not get caught."
"What if another witch was doing a much bigger spell at the same time, hiding your very small locator spell," Rebekah said. "Say, a traitorous witch, one that is in love with a vampire, perhaps?"
The witch stilled and Kol and Rebekah shared a smirk between them. "What are you talking about?"
"Marcel revealed a bit of information to me this morning that I found quite interesting," Klaus took over from Rebekah and leant forward with his elbows on his knees. "It seems that Marcel's most trusted vampire is fraternizing with the enemy. So Sophie, what I would like to know is who is the witch that Thierry is involved with?" Klaus questioned Sophie.
Sophie immediately shook her head. "No," she flat out refused to tell them who the witch was. "No way."
"So you do know who it is?" Rebekah looked at the witch with question.
"Yeah I do and she doesn't deserve to get caught up in whatever it is that you're planning. She's a good person."
"Whether she deserves it or not is beside the point," Kol said. "You want your little witch friend back and safe from Marcel's clutches, don't you?"
"Our intentions do not lie with the witch," Rebekah spoke up. "But rather with Thierry. She will just be unfortunate collateral."
"And it is to my understanding that your sister was caught hiding in a freighter by Thierry which led to her death," Klaus added and Sophie cast her eyes downwards. "Thierry all but handed poor Jane-Anne to Marcel to be publicly executed."
Sophie closed her eyes and took in a breath. She knew what the hybrid was trying to do but she still couldn't help but consider what he was saying. While the last thing Sophie wanted was for harm to come to one of her own, it was Thierry that found her sister and led her to her death and it was Davina who could end all of this once and for all.
"You want your witch back and we want our brother back. You do this one tiny spell for us and we all get what we want."
"But an innocent person dies," Sophie said quietly, regretfully. "And she doesn't deserve that."
"Every war has its casualties, regrettably or not," Klaus replied with apathetic eyes. "You'll do best to learn that now."
The witch remained quiet, ignoring the waiting stares of the vampires in the room. "Her name is Katie," she told them, feeling sick to her stomach. "She owns the Jardin Gris, the voodoo shop."
"There," Klaus sent her a grin that did nothing to quell the sickness she was feeling in her stomach. It didn't make it any easier for her to accept her own decision to sacrifice a friend. "Was that so hard?"
Sophie didn't answer him and instead tried to push down the mountain of guilt she felt growing inside of her. She had to do this, she tried to convince herself. Not just for the witch community but for her sister, for her niece.
"So now we are all on the same page?" the hybrid asked and Sophie slowly nodded her head at him. "Excellent," he clapped his hands together once and stood to his feet. "Now, I'm off to see Marcel and voice my concerns of a traitor amongst his ranks," he announced and left the room without another word.
"I will meet you in the cemetery this evening," Rebekah said to Sophie who nodded and got up from the chair.
The brunette said nothing else as she walked out of the room and headed for the front door, desperate for escape.
When Rebekah heard the front door close after Sophie she got to her feet and look at her lingering brother. "For this to all work we will need a distraction for Marcel," she said.
"I snack on the party goers?" he suggested with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.
"I was thinking something a little more subtle," she said to him and her lips turned upwards when a wonderful thought of Marcel's pretty blonde friend popped into her mind.
XXX
Early in the evening, Rebekah's phone started to buzz while she was adding the finishing touches to her outfit for tonight's party. She looked at the name on the screen and smiled. Rebekah walked into her bathroom, closed the door behind her and turned on the tap.
"Hey you," she greeted happily and gave her make up a once over in the mirror. "How far away are you?"
"I should be there soon," Bonnie said. "About ten minutes or so."
"Perfect, Kol and I will be leaving for Marcel's masquerade ball soon," Rebekah said with a smile on her face. "Nik will be waiting for you when you get here and I got you a dress to wear tonight along with a few other things that need to go with it. They're in your room."
Bonnie let out a groan on the other end of the phone. "I have to go to a party with Klaus? You never told me that part."
"You won't have to deal with him for very long, trust me," Rebekah assured her. "Kol and I are about to leave so I will see you later."
"Okay, I'll see you later," Bonnie said before they ended the call.
Rebekah turned off the taps and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her phone on the dresser when she passed it. While Kol was waiting downstairs, Rebekah quickly made her way to the room she had set Bonnie up in and pulled the dress she arranged out of the wardrobe and hung it on the door so she'd see it as soon as she walked it. She retrieved that matching shoes and placed them on the chest that lay at the end of the bed and took out the bracelet and rings from the top draw of the dresser and placed them on top.
On her way downstairs, Rebekah stopped by Niklaus' office and poked her head in. "I've made arrangements for Marcel to be thoroughly distracted tonight," she said and watched as he folded in half what looked to be some type of spell and slid it into an envelope. "What are you doing with that?"
"This is a spell that Marcel keeps locked away and it is what Joshua is going to discover hidden amongst Katie's possessions at the Jardin Gris, given to her by Thierry," he told her with a scheming grin and licked the envelope seal. "It'll make Marcel think that perhaps his most trusted friend is thinking of starting a little empire of his own."
"Well, Kol and I are about to leave," she said and lowered her voice. "She will be here soon and please don't aggravate her too much."
"Nonsense, Bonnie and I get along swimmingly," he replied calmly and placed the envelope in his inside jacket pocket.
Rebekah scoffed but smiled when remembered something Bonnie told her on their trip. "Please, she'd rather take a dip in a tank of piranhas. Her words, not mine."
Rebekah left Klaus' office and met Kol at the bottom of the stairs. "Are we waiting for Nik?" He asked, leaned against the bannister with a bored expression.
"No, he will meet us there," she told him and took in his outfit with approval, whilst Nik was dressed in all black; Kol paired his black suit and a deep red dress shirt. "He has a last minute plan to make Marcel start to doubt Thierry's loyalty."
"He's already compelled the nightwalker to attack the witch and provoke Thierry into a confrontation," Kol said and held his arm out for his sister to take. "That will no doubt end with Thierry putting a stake through his heart, breaking one of Marcel's ridiculous rules."
"Never hurts to have a little extra insurance," Rebekah replied and accepted her brother's arm.
XXX
The car stopped outside a large white mansion with five strong columns spanning the length of the porch. It was surrounded by trees and land, very private and peaceful it seemed. The mansion looked like it dated back at least a couple hundred years but it had been well kept.
"This is it," the vampire who Klaus and Rebekah had sent to pick her up announced – Josh she thinks his name was. He seemed like a nice guy but Bonnie could tell from his non-stop nervous chatter the entire drive from the airport that he was a new vampire and had probably been compelled by the hybrid. "Casa de Klaus."
"Thanks," Bonnie gave the vampire a friendly smile and opened the car door. The front door of the mansion opened and he sauntered out in classic Klaus fashion. Their eyes locked and he sent her a devilish smirk.
"How wonderful to see you again, Bonnie," he greeted her, sounding every bit the devil he was. "Thank you, Joshua," he addressed the vampire who was retrieving her two bags from the trunk of the car. "You can go now but remember what I told you."
The new vampire gave Klaus a nervous and quick nod of the head and placed Bonnie's bags by the front door before jumping back into his car.
"One of your compelled lackeys, I gather," Bonnie said to Klaus as she watched Josh drive away. "How many do you have running around town?"
"Two," Klaus answered and led her inside the mansion, stopping to pick up her bags on the way. "But I'm sure the other has become another unfortunate casualty of war by now."
Bonnie rolled her eyes behind the hybrid's back, knowing that he found nothing unfortunate about it.
"There will be time for the tour later but right now we need to get a move on," Klaus said as Bonnie followed him up the stairs and down towards the end of the hall. "I thought you might enjoy a view of the pool," he said when stood aside to let her enter the room first.
"Staying with you Mikaelson's is like staying at a six star hotel," she laughed as she looked around the impressive room.
The room was spacious with a light cappuccino coloured walls with luxurious cream carpet. There were two large windows facing the outside and in-between there was a glass door leading out to a small balcony. A large bed was placed in the middle of the far wall with small bed side tables on either side along with a matching dresser. Across from the balcony there were two doors to which Bonnie assumed would be the walk in wardrobe and the bathroom.
"Rebekah made sure to get you a dress for this evening," Klaus told her and pointed behind her. "Along with whatever you may want to wear with it," he added and motioned towards the dresser, the top of it lined with jewellery.
Bonnie turned around and saw a beautiful electric yellow gown with silver embellished patterns over the bodice hanging on the door of the wardrobe.
"Wow," she looked at the dress in awe and reached up to take a hold of the hanger and brought it down from the door. "It's gorgeous," she said and ran her hand across the fabric of the dress. "Bekah really goes all out, doesn't she?" She looked back to the hybrid. "I'll get dressed and you can tell me what exactly it is that you're planning for this evening," Bonnie said as she headed into the ensuite bathroom Klaus pointed out to her and closed the door behind her
"We have a witch that will be performing a locator spell this evening," he told her as she hung the dress up on the hooks behind the door before she started to shed her clothes. "They want their witch friend back as much as we want Elijah."
"Rebekah told me this witch can sense when they do magic," Bonnie replied and took care removing the dress from the hanger. "Won't she know they are looking for her?"
"We have arranged for another witch to perform some stronger magic at the same time which will conceal Sophie's locator spell," he answered her and she felt a twinge of uneasiness go through her. "She'll never know that we are looking her or our brother."
"Sounds simple enough," she said, trying to ignore the wariness she felt building up inside of her. She wanted to ask what the other witch was doing but she didn't and slipped on the dress.
The dress was gorgeous hanging up but looked even better when she put it on. The dress had a small plunging neckline, stopping half way to her belly button but the cleavage with covered with a skin-toned mesh. The yellow fabric of the dress ceased at the top of her breasts but the silver embellished detail on the light mesh continued over the shoulders of the dress and covered her chest. Looking down, she saw the dress had a train but only a small one.
Above all, the dress fit her perfectly. Bonnie couldn't believe that Rebekah had remembered her size. After giving her hair and make up a quick fix and touch up, she headed out of the bathroom to see Klaus standing by the widow that looked out over the pool, staring out into the night.
"So who is Marcel?" Bonnie asked curiously and walked over to the dresser where Rebekah had placed all the accessories that she stressed needed to go with the dress.
"A vampire I turned many years ago," Klaus said and turned back from the window. "Someone I considered to be family."
Bonnie slipped the bracelet Rebekah left over her hand and looked at Klaus and she certainly did not miss the appreciative glance he cast over her. "I take it that it didn't end well."
"When we fled the city in 1919 I believed him to be dead," he told her and straightened out his suit jacket. "But he wasn't and he stole what we built and claimed it for his own."
"Why'd you guys leave?" she asked and turned back to the mirror to put in the earrings. "Or flee?" she corrected and carefully knelt down in her dress to grab the pair of heels the blonde Original picked out to go with the dress. They were a sparkly grey peep toe pumps with a heel at least six inches tall along with a buckle strap around the ankle.
"Damn," Bonnie expressed as she eyed the heels that hung from her fingers. "Hope I don't break my neck in these."
Klaus chuckled from the other side of the room and watched as Bonnie sat down on the edge of the bed, facing him. "So, you were saying about you all fleeing in 1919?" she reminded him and started with the left shoe first, slipping it on her foot and leaning over to do up the buckle.
"A story for another time, love," he told her and watched with amusement as she struggled to get the right one on.
She cursed with annoyance until she finally managed to get the right shoe on and buckled the strap around the ankle and stood to her feet, a little wobbly at first on the heels but gained her balance. She really was going to break her neck in those things.
"I have to say, this is the quickest I've ever gotten ready for a party," Bonnie commented and gave her ensemble a once over in the full length mirror to make sure everything was in place. "I remember me and Rebekah spending the entire afternoon getting ready for your mother's ball."
"Well," Klaus started to move from the window and towards her. "You look even more beautiful than you did that evening," he complimented and stood a few paces behind her so she could see him in the mirror.
Bonnie gave him a small but appreciative smile through her reflection. The nervousness she had been feeling in the pit of her stomach since the flight had only increased with every passing minute and she knew it was only going to get worse.
"So I guess we should get going then?" she wondered and Klaus nodded with agreement.
"That would be a good idea," he agreed and led her from the room. "Leaving Kol and Marcel in the same place never ends well."
Bonnie's nerves spiked even more at the mention of Kol and she was ready to turn around and head back to the room and Klaus picked up on it.
"No need to be nervous," he told her with a surprisingly comforting voice while he assisted her down the stairs so she didn't fall with the heels on.
"Hard not to be," she admitted to him with uncertainty. "Rebekah's told me a bit of what's been happening and I have no idea how he is going to react to this. I have no idea how I'm going to react to it."
"Kol has started to revert back to his old ways, it's true," he said as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "And that doesn't bode well for those around him; he can be careless and reckless. His ways once led our father right to our doorstep," he told her and they walked out the front door to where a sleek black car was waiting to take them to the party.
Bonnie started to chew on her bottom lip when Klaus got into the drivers side. She thought over what the hybrid told her. She always knew that Kol was far from a saint but she never really knew how bad he was or could be and it was something that she really didn't want to know. It was a side of him that he kept away from her as much as he could.
"How many people has he killed since he got here?" she found herself asking before she could stop herself. She realised as soon as the question left her lips that she did not want to know the answer to it.
"Enough," was all he answered with.
"How do you know me being here will help and not just push him over the edge?" Bonnie asked and looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by. "He was very adamant about not wanting me anywhere near here."
"Because he cares what you think about him," Klaus answered her. "What you think of him matters. He won't want you to see him for what he is."
"And then he goes back to his old ways when I leave," she added quietly and without looking at Klaus.
"Hopefully you don't," he said, causing Bonnie to turn her head around to face him. He looked like he wanted to say more but didn't know quite how to word what he wanted to say but Bonnie had a feeling she knew.
"If you are trying to thank me for coming here even after you've been a right royal pain in my ass for the last two years," she said lightly and paired with a smile. "Then you're welcome."
XXX
The party was in full swing by the time Kol and Rebekah had arrived. The compound had been completely remade for the event. The room was illuminated with a soft blue glow, sheer white curtains hung from the arches and red confetti drifted down from the ceiling above. The whole set up left Rebekah impressed.
"I'm bored already," Kol whined and started looking for the bar. "Why did I have to come to this?
"When will you stop being such a misery?" Rebekah questioned her brother and pointed out the bar to him. "And need I remind you that we are not here to enjoy ourselves," she said in a hushed tone when they reached the bar and ordered themselves two scotches.
"I'm not a misery," Kol objected and leant against the bar. "I just fail to see the point of a party where I can't eat the guests."
Rebekah wanted to mention he seemed perfectly fine during the ball their mother held back in Mystic Falls but she didn't because the reason he enjoyed that party would be arriving soon.
"If you behave yourself you might get a taste of Marcel's distraction," Rebekah smirked at him and looked over his shoulder to see the pretty little blonde bartender appear in the crowd, looking every bit the innocent little lamb she was.
Kol looked over to where she was staring and turned back with a laugh. "You certainly are devious, little sister, I'll give you that."
"You have no idea," she smiled at him before wandering over to where Cami was standing, looking very lost. "Cami," Rebekah called her name when she was close enough for the other girl to hear. "I'm glad you decided to come tonight," she said. "You look wonderful."
Kol eyed Marcel up on the balcony, looking down on the bartender and Rebekah. The vampire's gaze moved and he met Kol's who raised his eye brows at Marcel and made it seem like he was moving over to Rebekah and Cami. Kol actually laughed at how quickly Marcel bolted from the balcony and descended down the steps. He approached the two girls, paying Cami more attention than Rebekah who excused herself and made her way back to Kol.
"There," she said quietly when she stopped in front of her brother. "I'd say he's thoroughly distracted." She might have hid her jealously well with the wicked glint in her eyes but Kol could see past it and it made him want to tear Marcel in two.
"Now, now, Bekah, don't be jealous," he teased his sister light heartedly. "We're not here to enjoy ourselves remember."
"Here comes Marcel," Rebekah said and nodded over Kol's shoulder to the approaching vampire.
"Marcellus," Kol turned and greeted the younger vampire with a mocking smirk. "Wonderful party, but I see none of your vampires are in attendance. What a shame."
Marcel disregarded Kol and his comments and addressed Rebekah. "Where is Klaus?" he asked her. "I made it quite clear that I didn't want this one anywhere near here," he said pointing to Kol.
"Rude," Kol uttered and picked up his drink from the bar.
"When we left he was waiting for his date to arrive," Rebekah answered with a twinkle in her eye that wasn't necessarily directed at Marcel. "But he should be here any moment now."
"Good," he said and gave Kol a seething look. "The two of you unsupervised makes me nervous. Now, if you'll excuse me."
"Still a little whelp," Kol sighed with mock disappointment before he raised the glass to his lips and watched Marcel return to his human obsession before realising what his sister said. "Does our brother truly have a date?"
Rebekah nodded at her brother, a smile gracing her lips. "He does and I think you'll really like her. Such a sweetheart," she said and reached around her brother to grab her scotch. When she looked back up at her brother, she just knew by the look on his face that they had arrived. He had frozen in his place, eyes fixated firmly behind her with a look of bewilderment and awe that she'd never seen on her brother's face before and one she'd never forget.
She looked over her shoulder and saw Niklaus walking into the party with Bonnie on his arm. "Oh look, here they come now," she said and turned back to Kol who looked down to glare at her. "What?" she asked innocently and turned back around to smile at her friend and brother. She sent a small wave to the witch who in return gave her a nervous smile. "Doesn't she look -," she started to say and turned to Kol only to find that he was no longer there.
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KENNETT! OH SO MUCH KENNETT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! SO MUCH ANGST AND TENSION! OH I LOVE IT!
Okay, so the dress Bonnie is wearing can be seen on Kat Graham if you google Kat Graham Prepares for Oscar Weekend. It's the yellow one only with a smaller train. It looks so stunning on her. Hairstyle and accessories are the same as in the pictures, sorry if my description of the dress is off. Also, Fairhaven is a completely made up town near Salem…
If you are interested in who I picture the Bennett's to look like, so far I've pictured Jessica Parker Kennedy (Melissa from The Secret Circle) as Katrina and Zendaya Coleman as Allison and Kendra. When I have the rest of them decided, I'll post them to my tumblr :)
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are looking forward to the next one ;) and I really hope you guys like the next one! Any mistakes you find in this I apologise for and please leave a review with your thoughts!
If you'd like a playlist for the next chapter, I recommend:
Magic by Coldplay
Wicked Games by RAIGN
Raise the Dead by Rachel Rabin
Mercy by Hurts
Sugar by Wanderhouse
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