Bonnie was out the door by nine o'clock the next morning. She knew if she waited any longer to sneak out she'd run the risk of being stopped by one of three Originals. She didn't think it'd bother Klaus all too much if she continued to keep meeting with Sophie, however, she did know he would mind if she borrowed his car which is exactly why she did.
She found her way back to Rousseau's relatively easily and let herself in through the back door which Sophie had said she would leave open for her.
"Sophie?" Bonnie called out for the witch who soon enough appeared through the kitchen doors with her hands full of boxes.
"Hey," she greeted with an arm full of boxes which she placed onto the table. "Didn't think you'd end up showing after yesterday."
"At the moment they don't know I'm here," Bonnie said and followed Sophie back out into the restaurant/bar area. "They don't trust you," she added, not seeing any reason to hide that fact from Sophie. She probably already knew it.
Sophie scoffed. "Believe me, the feeling is very mutual."
"Why did you and your sister bring Klaus here?" Bonnie asked and took a seat on one of the bar stools while Sophie started to take bottles out of boxes and placing them in various spots around the bar. "This isn't just about the war with the vampires, is it?"
Sophie didn't answer and continued to silently unpack the bottles.
"If you honestly though that bringing Klaus here to help with a war against someone he sired in a city he once ran or whatever, without any kind of leverage then that was a pretty dumb move on your sister's part," she said then took on a different tone, a gentler one. "This is about the Harvest and your niece, isn't it?"
The French Quarter witch stilled after she put away the final bottle.
"Why would your sister – why would any witch give up her life just to lure Klaus here on a whim that he'll help them?"
"Okay, fine," Sophie started and turned around to face Bonnie, "we didn't want Klaus here because of what's going on with us and the vampires. I knew eventually that Klaus would meet Davina and maybe with some kind of alliance then he'd tell us where Marcel was keeping her and in return we would help him take back the vampire faction of the Quarter from Marcel."
"The only intention that Klaus has with Davina is to use her power for himself," Bonnie pointed out on of many flaws of Sophie's plan. "He wouldn't hand her over to you so you can get more power. He'd rather have Davina's power all to himself."
"And then we would explain to him that after a certain point Davina is going to lose all of her power, as would the rest of us," Sophie continued. "He'd have to give her to us and then in return we would use our power to help him."
Bonnie could laugh at the French Quarter Coven's ignorance in regards to Klaus.
"You'd indebt yourself to Klaus forever, you realise that? He's not going to let that go," Bonnie told her. "He'd get you all killed eventually. Are the rest of your Coven is okay with this?"
"If it means we get to keep our power and get our girls back then they better learn to deal with it," Sophie replied and Bonnie took that as a firm 'no'. "I'll help the Originals just myself if I have to."
Bonnie breathed in deeply, she admired Sophie's spirit and determination but she didn't think she had really thought all this out, she was just so focused on getting her niece back. It just wouldn't work out for her or her people in the long run. Klaus didn't care about a witch's life and if he had a full coven of them at his disposal… Bonnie would hate to think of the terror he would reign down.
"Or we can skip all the Klaus bullshit and you can locate her for us." There was a hint of hope in her light tone.
This was the moment Bonnie dreaded about meeting with Sophie today.
"Look, I don't want to meddle in your Coven's business," Bonnie said and crossed her arms atop the bar, "so I'm not going to involve myself in this Harvest thing. Whatever you are going to do in regards to Davina is your own business and do what you will about it, but I'm not going to find her for you."
"You said you wanted to help," Sophie responded and Bonnie completely understood and accepted the frustration that rose in her voice.
"And I do," Bonnie replied, giving the other girl an apologetic look, "and I will. I'm going to help you against the vampires and I'll help make sure Klaus isn't too much of a bother to your Coven but I can't have anything to do with this Harvest Ritual, I'm sorry."
Bonnie had already involved herself with the sacrifice of witches once too many. After her role in the death of those twelve witches, she couldn't bring herself to help in the sacrifice of another witch.
"If you want to pitch your alliance to Klaus, go for it but trust me, you'd rather be powerless than be in Klaus' debt. I've seen what happens to the witches he's had working for him and none of them are alive today."
Sophie took a step forward and placed her hands on top of the counter. "To get someone you love back; wouldn't you do anything it took?"
Bonnie froze and her eyes drifted down to the bar top. There was nothing she wouldn't do to keep those she loved safe. She was more than guilty of doing whatever it took to ensure the safety of the ones she loved… She knew exactly where Sophie was coming from and why she'd never been talked out of it.
"I would," she replied softly then sighed. "I'll do what I can with Klaus, but I make no promises other than he will screw you over eventually."
"A risk I'm willing to take."
"I hope so," Bonnie muttered under her breath as she jumped down from the stool. "I better get going before Kol has a coronary when he realises I'm gone."
"Can I ask a question about that?" Sophie asked before Bonnie grabbed her bag.
Bonnie shrugged and nodded. "I guess."
"Granted I don't know him all that well and I can only go on from my encounters with him," she said slowly, like she was choosing her words carefully, "and I don't know you well either… but you and him…He' so volatile and violent but you… you seem so nice, so caring. I just have a hard time picturing to two of you."
"I know," Bonnie said with an understanding nod of the head. "He's not exactly the one I pictured on falling in love with that's for sure, but I did and I don't regret it. And he's not so bad," Bonnie added, smiling lightly. "I think what he's been through with his family over the years has gotten to him but he can also be sweet and he's protective, and he cares a lot for me. He's probably the only one other than my family to see the worse of me and not judge me for it or try to make me feel like crap or like I'm crazy."
Sophie gave a quick smile. "I guess I'll just have to take your word for it but I know what that's like," she replied. "I was in the same boat a few months ago with a vampire. Everything around me was just so crazy but he managed to ground me, even just for a little while."
"What happened between the two of you?" Bonnie asked, interested in the fact that Sophie was involved with a vampire, even more so when considering how to two factions get along now.
Sophie waved her hand dismissively. "Didn't work out," she said. "It wasn't serious or anything, it was just fun at the time, and just what I needed. Anyway, you should get going being an Original shows up and drinks all my stock."
"If you ever do need help, you can come to me. I'll try with whatever it is."
"As long as it's not the Davina related?"
Bonnie gave her an apologetic smile. "I really am sorry, Sophie, but I just can't bring myself to be a part of that."
Sophie nodded and pushed some hair out of her eyes. "I understand. It sucks, but I get it. I wish I wasn't a part of it either."
Bonnie picked up her bag and took a few steps backwards towards the door. "I really hope it all works out for you."
Sophie gave a small wave as Bonnie stepped out of the restaurant.
Bonnie gasped and jumped when she sat Kol leaning on the wall next to the door. "Jesus Christ, Kol," she grumbled, her hand on her chest to steady the heart rate that just spiked. "What are you doing here?"
"Nik sent me to catch a car thief," he replied with a slight smirk and held out his hands for the keys.
"I like his the best," Bonnie shrugged and pushed passed him.
"I might've be a bit jealous by the statement if I didn't know how sweet and caring you find me," he followed along next to her with a teasing grin.
Bonnie stopped suddenly and spun around to glare at him. "You were listening in to my conversation!"
"My ears were burning," his replied with feigned innocence but his grin returned when Bonnie hit his shoulder with her palm then turned and kept walking towards the car. "Though I have to say, I'm not comfortable with Sophie Deveraux thinking anything but bad thoughts about me," he said and jogged a bit to catch up with her. "You're ruining my carefully crafted reputation and I do not appreciate it."
Bonnie tossed a scowl over her shoulder and got in the driver's seat of the car, locking the car again just as Kol tried to open the passenger door. She started the car and wound down the window to give him a sweet smile. "I'll see you back at home."
She blew him a kiss and wound the window back up and drove away with a laugh.
XXX
He had beaten her home.
On foot, he had actually gotten back before she did, in a car.
He was waiting for her, sitting on the steps in front of the door with a victorious smile on his face.
"You drive like an old lady, darling," he called out when she got out of the car. "I could walk faster than you drive, honestly."
Bonnie glared as she walked up the steps, right passed him and opened the front door. She walked into the main sitting room, eye brows raised when she saw Rebekah on the floor, scrubbing a dark red patch on the carpet.
"Do I want to know what happened here?" she asked, looking around.
"Probably not," Rebekah answered and tossed the brush in the bucket, making drops of water splash out and onto the floor. "Just Klaus trying to extend his version of an olive branch to Elijah."
"No hard feelings between the two of them, then?" Bonnie sat on the arm of the couch. "Elijah seems unnaturally calm about what Klaus did."
Rebekah shrugged and pushed herself up off the floor and to her feet. "That's my brother for you. Eventually forgives Klaus for everything so why even bother being mad at all?"
"And what about you?" Bonnie asked quietly. "Are you still planning on leaving now that Elijah's back?"
"There's no reason for me to stay," she answered. "This city is a curse and my family already are cursed. No good can come from us being here so I'm planning on getting out before it all goes inevitably wrong," walking towards Bonnie she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps you should consider the same."
Bonnie's brow furrowed in confusion as Rebekah walked out of the room. Just the other night Rebekah was hoping that Bonnie was sticking around and now she's telling her she should go?
Only a minute later and Klaus stormed into the room. "Where are my keys?" he demanded and Bonnie nearly laughed.
"Oh, relax," she replied and dangled the keys from her index finger in front of his face. "It's safe, no scratches or flat tires."
"It better not have," he grumbled and snatched the keys from her and pocketed them. "I'm assuming you went to see Sophie."
Bonnie nodded. "You'll probably be hearing from her soon, I imagine. She may have an offer for you."
He didn't look surprised to hear that. Bonnie assumed that Klaus already had a feeling about what Sophie was intending.
"Regardless of what my siblings think I believe you should keep in contact with her, if you get an in with the witches then we may gain an advantage in taking this city back."
"Oh no, we're not scheming," Bonnie raised her hand between them and back away from the hybrid and towards the hallway. "I made a promise to stay out of trouble."
"That'll be the day," she heard Kol say as he walked passed them, Bonnie's glare following him.
She looked back to Klaus and pointed to him. "I mean it, leave me out of your schemes!"
He shrugged. "Very well, don't take my car again."
"You will at least be careful around Sophie Deveraux, yes?" this time it was Elijah's voice the spoke as he appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.
"Yes, Elijah, I will be careful around her," she responded with a roll of her eyes. "Though, I honestly think she's the last person you need to worry about. She just wants her niece back."
"Nevertheless, she is the one who has nothing to lose yet the most to gain in this city," he said, standing against the door frame looking as noble as ever. "We cannot put our trust in her. She will do or say anything to get her niece back."
A frown appeared on Bonnie's face. "I don't think so," she replied. "I told her this morning that I didn't want anything to do with the Harvest or finding Davina for them and she took that pretty well, at least when considering what's at stake for her."
Elijah's mouth tugged in a smile as he pushed off the door frame and took a few slow steps towards her. "Your trust and faith in people is admirable, Bonnie," he said and his smile soon faded, "but it has led you down the path of betrayal many times before." Bonnie's eyes flickered down before meeting Elijah's, she saw his concern but she also saw warmth. "None of us wish to see you hurt, least of all because you put your faith and trust in the wrong person."
It was a bit of a sore spot that Elijah had just hit but she knew it had not been his intention to hurt her by bringing up her moments of naïveté by trusting the wrong people. People like Shane, who had led her down more than just a path of betrayal but one of destruction, death and pain of the people she loved and others she didn't even know.
"I'm being careful," she promised him, "and in the future I'll let you all know before sneaking out. I just really wanted to talk to her alone, needless to say you all make her a bit uneasy."
Elijah smiled and cupped her cheek affectionately. "Now, will you please answer your cousin's phone calls so she can stop ringing me?"
Bonnie gave a guilty grin. "I figured neither of you would call the other without a reason to do so, so I gave her a reason," her grin widened, "though when you think about it, she could have called Kol if she needed me so she clearly wanted to talk to you."
"Sneaky," he chided but his smile didn't fade. "Speaking of the witches, I am on my way to see Davina," he told her and straightened up. "I did promise her that I would stop by and provide her with a spell from my mother's Grimoire to help her practice her magic."
"That's nice and I'm not going to point out that you never offered me spells from your mother's Grimoire," she responded in a mockingly blasé manner. "I'm not also going to point out that I'm a little offended by that."
"Well, if you're not going to point them out then I shall be on my way," before he turned to leave, he slid out the old book that she had not yet noticed that he had tucked under his arm with a smile. "Have fun," he gave her a kiss to the forehead before taking his leave.
She was more than a little excited to be holding Esther's Grimoire in her hands. While Esther may not have been the world's best mother or even person, it couldn't be denied that she was a powerful and extraordinary witch and to look through her Grimoire would be an experience for any witch.
She took a seat on the couch and opened the book to reveal the tattered and delicate pages. She had no idea how long she spent going over and over the spells and entries of the Grimoire, her hands travelling over the pages in awe.
"A lot of the contents of that Grimoire can be attributed to your ancestor, Ayana," a voice said from next to her, making her jump in her seat.
"Stop doing that!" she scolded Kol who gave her a gentle smile.
"My mother was a great witch," he said and managed to pry the book from her hands to look through it himself, handling the fragile book with great care. "But she owed a lot of her knowledge to Ayana. As did I," he closed the book and handed it back to Bonnie who took it and let it rest on her lap.
"You practiced magic?" she asked, amazed.
He nodded. "The only one of my siblings to do so, I was quite talented." He spoke the last bit with confidence that bordered on cockiness.
Typical Kol, she thought with a fondness towards the vampire.
"You never told me that before," she said and repositioned herself on the couch to face him.
He gave a shrug. "It isn't something I talk about," he said, "it was hard when I lost the ability to practice it and while I adjusted to my life without it I never forgot what it was like…" he trailed off, "to do a spell, feel that power running through your veins."
"I suppose it explains why you know so much about magic and witches," she said and let her elbow rest on the back of the couch. "About how you knew so much about Silas."
"I tried to stay connected to witches wherever I was," he told her. "Even if I couldn't practice I could still learn about the types of magic and what witches were doing with it as time went on. I even taught other witches a thing or two."
"That's why Klaus looked to you when Sophie mentioned the Harvest," she said and he nodded.
"I spent a lot of years travelling and learning as much as I could but being indisposed in a coffin for a hundred years has kept me out of the loop on witch matters."
"Why don't you involve yourself with these witches?" she asked curiously and something akin to guilt flashed across his face for a quick second.
"I have a past with the witches here, one that did not end pleasantly for them."
"What happened?"
"I worked closely with two witches but thanks to my brother, they met a rather unfortunate end but I suppose I hold some of the blame, too. I never did try to save them."
Bonnie was amazed that there was still so much about Kol she didn't know and she knew that the main reason for that was him not wanting to share some of his darker moments with her. She wished that he would, not because she truly wanted to know what he had done in the past but because she felt it would let her get to know him better and maybe they could connect on another level. He'd already seen her at her worst but she hadn't yet gotten to see him at his. She'd seen a darker side of him, sure, but not his worst. Of course, she knew his past was darker than she could imagine so there was that part of her that questioned whether or not she'd be able to handle that.
They were interrupted when her phone buzzed in her pocket with a text message.
"It's from Sophie," she said out loud when she pulled it out of her bag and looked at the screen.
The witches have asked to meet you. If you're up for it meet me out front of Rousseau's in an hour. Please don't bring any Originals.
She showed Kol the message and he scoffed at the last part.
"There is no way you're going to meet those crazies on your own," he objected as he handed her phone back to her.
"Kol," she sighed and ran a hand across her forehead.
"No," he repeated, shaking his head.
She dropped her hand and looked him straight in the eye. "Why don't you trust me?"
He looked at her like she had grown another head. "I do trust you," he replied quickly and reached over to take her hand. "Bonnie, I trust you more than anyone. It's them I don't trust and neither should you."
"Of course I don't trust them but I'm still going and I'm going alone."
Kol's hand tenderly touched her face. "You don't need to make up for what happened to those witches back in Mystic Falls by putting yourself in harm's way for these ones."
"I know I don't," she replied, leaning into his touch. "But like I said yesterday, If I can help them with this then maybe I can stop holding onto all that guilt for the part I played."
He released a sigh and reluctantly gave in. "Okay," he said, "Just promise me that if something's wrong you'll call one of us. Call one of us and we'll come get you right away."
She nodded her head and leant in, pressing her lips against his cheek. "Promise."
XXX
As planned, Bonnie went to meet Sophie outside of Rousseau's, the other witch waiting outside the establishment by the time Bonnie arrived.
"Hey, thanks for coming," she said when Bonnie approached her. "I won't lie; this offer came as a bit of a shock to me."
"You and me both," Bonnie replied and Sophie motioned her to follow as she led them towards Lafayette Cemetery.
"I should probably warn you," Sophie started as they walked down the street, "the Coven can be a bit weird and intense. Most of them are fine, but there are a few like Agnes who are kind of extreme in their ways."
"You don't sound real pleased about this," Bonnie noted as they crossed the street.
"No, it's not that," Sophie assured her but Bonnie could hear the doubt in her voice, "I've been saying for a while that we need to start embracing outside witches from other covens, there is always so much we can learn from each other but Agnes is completely against it and it just seems weird for her to come around so soon."
"Maybe she sees the benefit an outsider can be in these situations," Bonnie suggested. "You guys are in between a rock and a hard place and maybe she sees that letting me in would be better than remaining this way under Marcel's thumb."
Sophie nodded but Bonnie could see that she was still unsure and uneasy so she grabbed her arm to stop her.
"But if you aren't comfortable with this, I won't go."
The other girl shook her head and ran a hand through her hair, letting out a heavy sigh. "Just keep your eyes open, okay? They have no reason to harm you, you've done nothing but offer your help but still, please just be cautious around Agnes," she warned Bonnie, "she may come across as kind but she can be vicious."
"She's the one that put that curse on the seminary kid just to distract the Priest, right?" Sophie nodded and Bonnie pursed her lips. "Okay, I will keep my guard up and tread carefully with her but like you said, she has no reason to harm me."
"Let's hope," Sophie said quietly enough that Bonnie didn't hear it and continued to lead the way to the Coven's haven.
"So, this vampire you mentioned earlier…" Bonnie started, "Care to share?"
Sophie scoffed. "Would you believe me if I told you it was Marcel?"
Bonnie felt her eyes widened. "Seriously?"
Sophie gave a short laugh and nodded. "Yup."
"Damn," Bonnie giggled. "I've only met him once personally, he's cute."
"Yeah, back when things weren't so tense between the witches and the vampires, we got along pretty well."
"Clearly," Bonnie sniggered. "What happened?"
"The Harvest," she answered tiredly. "Like I said, that's when everything went to Hell. It's the reason we're at war with the vampires, the reason I lost my niece, a number of friends, and eventually sister."
"And you think finishing it is the only way to clean up the mess?"
The brunette witch shrugged. "It'll restore our connection to the Ancestors and restore our power, that'll make a fight with the vampires a bit more even, it'll hopefully bring my niece back and then Jane-Anne's death won't have been for nothing."
"I get why you want to go through with finishing it, I really do," Bonnie said.
"You just can't, I know," Sophie finished. "You mind if I ask why that is?"
Bonnie faltered a bit, not really wanting to get into the whole Expression thing.
"Let's just say I got involved with a mentor that had less than pleasant intentions for me and my power," she started to explain, trying to block out the shame she felt from her manipulation by Shane and later by Silas. "He led me down a dark path and I was too stupid to even see it and I let him talk me into thinking that I needed to sacrifice twelve witches."
Sophie glanced out the corner of her eye at the younger witch, the twelve witches being sacrificed sounding somewhat familiar to her but she couldn't quite place it so she let it go.
"So the idea of being involved with another witch being sacrificed kind of brings back some bad memories for me," she finished.
"Why did they need to be sacrificed?" Sophie asked curiously and Bonnie quickly shook her head.
"Now that can be a story for another time."
It didn't take them long to arrive and Sophie led her through the cemetery and to where most of the witches had gathered and most of them did not look at all happy with her presence.
"Jeez," Bonnie muttered under her breath, "I know you guys are in a cemetery but they don't need to act so gloomy," she said loud enough for only Sophie to hear.
She replied with a snigger of agreement. "You have no idea," she said, "this is actually their happy faces."
"Where's Agnes?" Sophie asked to a few of the witches gathered around the crypts.
One of them pointed to a crypt. "She's in there," she said, giving Bonnie a curious once over.
"They don't get out much to meet other witches," Sophie whispered to her and they walked over to where Agnes was waiting. "Ancestral magic limits our power is a specific area so a lot of them aren't willing to be powerless long enough to travel and get out."
"Sophie," someone called to her when they entered the crypt.
"Sabine," Sophie smiled at her the dark skinned woman standing to the side of the crypt. "I take it you were the one who finally managed to change her tune?"
Sabine shook her head, her dark curls swaying. "Nope, I'm just as shocked as you. This wasn't something any of us were expecting when Agnes called us is today."
"Well, Sabine this is Bonnie," Sophie introduced the two and Bonnie gave her a friendly smile.
"Hi."
"Hey," she returned the smile but there was something not quite right about it that Bonnie couldn't put her finger on.
Another witch appeared from the other side of the crypt and Bonnie immediately knew that it had to be Agnes by the distasteful way she was glancing at her and Sophie.
"Agnes," Sophie spoke, and her eyes narrowed suspiciously on the Elder when she nodded her head to someone behind her and Bonnie.
Bonnie gasped when she was grabbed and a cloth covered her mouth and nose. A struggled cry escaped her and her mind started to go fuzzy and her sight began to fade. She tried to dig her nails in her attacker's hand in an attempt to get free but her grip faltered and eventually her arm went limp as she blacked out.
The witch lowered her to the ground and all other witches with the exception of Sabine and Sophie looked completely unfazed.
"What the hell, Agnes?" Sophie cried out, eyes darting between the witch lying on the floor and her Elder looking freakishly calm.
"This is none of you concern, Sophie," she responded and accepted an object that one of the others came over and handed to her. It was some type of cuff, she guessed to be one of the Dark Objects but it was one she was unaware of.
"What are you doing?" Sophie stepped forward but was grabbed and restrained by two other witches. She had no choice but to watch in horror as Agnes unclasped the cuff and that's when she saw that the inside of the cuff was spiked with what looked like needles.
"This is how we do what we need to do," Agnes said and knelt down next to Bonnie and picked up her wrist. "We do not need this outside and her magic. If we give her to Marcel, then he will allow us to use our magic once more and with that chance we will find Davina and take this city back from the vampires."
Sophie struggled to get those holding her to let go and pleaded with Agnes not to put whatever that cuff was on Bonnie but her pleas fell on deaf ears when Agnes securely locked the cuff in place around Bonnie's wrist.
"What is that?" Sabine was the one to ask. She looked a bit shocked by what had just taken place but she made no attempt to stop it.
"It is designed to bind a witch's magic," Agnes said and straightened up, her eyes on Sophie. "And I'm sure it would do well for the Originals to understand that the one who locks the cuff in place is the only one who can unlock it." Sophie was suddenly being dragged backwards and she felt cool metal being locked around her own wrist, she looked down to see she had been shackled to the iron bars. "But there is no need for the Originals to be aware of what is going on."
Agnes nodded to two of the male witches who picked Bonnie up and followed Agnes out of the crypt. "We need to meet Marcel at the church," Sophie managed to hear her say just before she was out of ear shot.
"Sabine," Sophie pleaded with her friend who gave her an apologetic look.
"They got the key, Sophie, I can't do anything," she said and stood before her friend.
"Then you need to go to the Mikaelson's and tell them what's happened," Sophie said but even she knew that was a terrible idea.
"I can't do that, Sophe," she replied. "If they find out then they'll kill Agnes and she's the only one who can finish the Harvest."
"Shit," she cursed and fell back against the gate she was locked to, defeated that there was nothing she could do. She didn't want them to do this to Bonnie but she also didn't want Agnes to be killed which is no doubt what would happen if the Originals got involved.
XXX
Bonnie's neck was in an awkward position as she was slumped in the hard wooden bench of the church. She came to with a low groan and as he consciousness came back, she started to feel an awful burning pain in her arm.
She held up the arm and started to panic when she saw the blood that had gathered around some ancient cuff that was around her wrist, the pain coming from the 4 sharp needle-like spikes that had pierced the skin on all sides of her wrist.
"Don't try to use magic, it'll just cause you more pain," she heard someone speak.
She looked up and saw Agnes standing a few feet away and Bonnie's panic turned the anger.
"What did you do to me?" she growled, her voice hoarse.
"I am sorry for this treatment, it's not usual for us," the older witch looked to her with what Bonnie guessed could be considered sympathy. "This isn't personal."
Bonnie refrained from scoffing but she did hold up her cuffed and bloodied wrist, trying her absolute best to ignore the pain the needle like spikes were inflicting, but it showed within the shakiness of her voice. "Well, it feels really goddamn personal."
"I must do what is best for my coven," she said and turned away from Bonnie, but not before Bonnie caught the disapproving look. "I wouldn't expect you to understand, not when you've picked the side of vampires."
Bonnie rolled her eyes but didn't reply. She was trying to think of a way to nurse her wrist but it was futile with the spikes that were piercing her skin. Whichever way she tried to hold it or rest it, they would dig in further and cause her more pain, pain she was trying so desperately hard not to express.
"What is this?" she finally gave up and asked them, referring to the cuff that looked like it was made many, many years ago, perhaps even hundreds.
She was surprised when Agnes actually answered her. "It is a Dark Object," she told Bonnie. "They were created many years ago, objects that are cursed with a spell for a specific purpose. We may not be able to perform magic at this time but with those objects we are not completely powerless."
"You talk about loyalty to your own kind but here you have a cursed cuff that binds a witch's magic and hurts like hell. Not to mention the fact that you'll sacrifice four innocent teenage witches for the sake of more power, you call that loyalty to your own?"
"Sophie had no right to tell you of the Harvest," she glowered and turned away from her, staring at the front of the church once again. "That is our own business and I wouldn't expect you to understand the hard decisions covens must face in dire times." Agnes turned back to face her and a sinister smirk appeared on the older witch's face. "I find it ironic, really," she said, the smirk fading but the sinister glint in her eye sparkled, "you are in this position because of the stance you have taken with the Originals…yet the cuff you are bound with, if our history tells correctly, was created by the guidance of an Original vampire himself…Kol I do believe the journals said his name to be."
Bonnie tried not to react to what Agnes said, not wanting to give her what she wanted which was a rise out of her. Her eyes drifted down to the cuff painfully wrapped around her wrist. She didn't have much knowledge of Kol's time in New Orleans other than he was daggered here before being woken not long before she met him, she had no way to tell if what Agnes had just said held any truth and she hoped that it wasn't.
"Does that one mean something to you?" Agnes asked.
"They all do," Bonnie replied truthfully.
Each Mikaelson meant something to her.
She loved Kol with all her heart, Rebekah was one of her closest friends, she may still hold an antagonistic relationship with Klaus but she had still come to care for the hybrid in her own way, and even if she may not have much to do with Elijah himself, she was very fond of the older Mikaelson.
"And I mean something to them," she continued and stared up at Agnes, eyes piercing into hers. "They probably know somethings wrong by know and I'd really hate to be you when they figure out what you've done."
Bonnie didn't want to be the reason anyone lost their life but with an already tense relationship with the witches, Bonnie didn't believe the Mikaelson's would be too pleased with this little incident.
For her part, Agnes showed know fear. "By which point, you will likely be dead."
Bonnie smiled sardonically. "Then I guess I'll see you on the Other Side."
The doors to the church were thrown open and Bonnie looked passed Agnes to see a group of vampire's walking inside. She felt dread in the pit of her stomach at the sight of them.
"I guess I'm not to only one siding with vampires," she commented spitefully when she realised what was going on. "You're going to hand me over to Marcel?"
"We've done what he's asked," Agnes said to the one who was clearly in the lead. Bonnie recognised him from her first night here, at the party Marcel held at the Compound. "Her magic is bound."
"Marcel will be in touch," one of the vampires said. "I wouldn't go using any magic until you hear from him."
"God, your coven is pathetic," she glared at Agnes and gasped when one of the vampires roughly pulled her to her feet.
She was ignored and dragged towards the back entrance of the church; obviously they didn't want to make a spectacle out of four guys dragging an obviously distressed girl through the French Quarter. How thoughtful.
There was a large black SUV waiting out the back of the church and the one dragging her practically pushed her in the back seat before climbing in after her.
"What, I don't get stuffed in the trunk?" she snapped and tried to cradle her wrist, the vampire's manhandling having aggravated the wound.
"Don't tempt me," the vampire growled and the other two got in the front of the car.
Whatever she did or thought, Bonnie at least tried to remain calm. She knew eventually Kol and the rest of the Mikaelson's would figure out something was wrong and get to her, she just had to hold it out until then.
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When Josh entered the mansion he immediately found Kol with Elijah in one of the many sitting rooms. He tapped almost tentatively against the open door, gaining the attention of both Originals.
"Your master isn't here," Kol dismissed Josh and continued to make himself comfortable on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table and openly ignoring his brother's look of distaste.
"Uh, that's okay, it was you I wanted to talk to anyway, thought I should talk to… that you would want to know this first," he rambled nervously causing Kol to arch a brow at the younger vampire. "I overheard Marcel and Diego talking, something about Diego and some of the others meeting with some of the witches."
Kol looked at him with a board expression. "Marcel having secret meeting with the witches would be more of Nik's concern, not mine," Kol said and swirled the whiskey in his glass around before downing it in one gulp. "In fact, anything Marcel does is Nik's problem, not mine. Remember that for future reference."
Josh fidgeted on the spot, wanting to be anywhere but there right about now. He really didn't want to be the one to be giving this information. He probably should have just told Klaus and let him deal with the brother everyone claims to be a maniac. Let him break the news that his brother's girlfriend or whatever the hell she was to him was about to be slaughtered by Marcel.
"What is it, Josh?" Elijah asked, closing his book and staring intently at the younger, dark haired vampire, sensing there was more from his anxious manner.
"I didn't hear it all," he started and rubbed the back of his neck. "But I did hear them say Bonnie's name and something about Agnes making sure her magic was bound or whatever."
He risked a glance at Kol and found him sitting deathly still but he could practically see the rage start to roll off him in waves.
Yup, definitely should have gone to Klaus instead, he thought.
"When was this?" Elijah asked.
"Half an hour or so," he answered. "I had to make sure I wasn't followed."
Elijah retrieved his cell phone from his jacket pocket and pressed a few buttons before holding it to his ear. "Niklaus, there seems to be a problem. You need to come home immediately."
There was a brief back and forth between his brothers but Kol wasn't paying attention at all, instead thinking of the many ways he could deliver Marcel to the brink of death, let him heal and do it all over again.
"Niklaus will be home shortly," he said breaking Kol from his murderous fantasies. Next, Elijah called out calmly to his sister, wishing for her to join them. "What else did you hear?" Elijah turned his attention back to Josh who shrugged.
"Not much, just Diego was taking a couple of Marcel's guys to some church, said that was where they were going to meet."
Soon enough the blonde Original appeared in the room, looking annoyed to have been summoned but her expression quickly turned to shock when Kol shot up from his seat and launched the glass he was holding at the wall, very narrowly missing her head.
"What in the bloody hell is going on?" she demanded and looked between Kol and Elijah, wanting an answer immediately.
"I'm going to kill him," Kol growled furiously and started to pace the room. "I'm going to fucking kill him."
Elijah rose to his feet and took his brother by the shoulders. "You need to stay calm, brother. We will not allow anything to happen to her; we will find her and we will bring her home. She will not be harmed."
Kol pushed his brother away and continued to pace, fists clenched at his side and imagining every possible way in which he could make Marcel suffer. He'd spend the next thousand years torturing the bastard for even contemplating the thought of harming Bonnie.
"Oh, he didn't," Rebekah groaned with disbelief. "Please tell me the bloody idiot hasn't done what I think he has?" When neither Elijah nor Kol answered, Josh gave a quick nod of his head and Rebekah gave another groan. "Why?"
"He's had Diego following her since Klaus told him that she was a witch. Marcel didn't like that she was getting friendly with Sophie."
Kol spun around, his fiery gaze settling on Josh. "Nik did what?"
"Have you told Nik what's happened yet?" Rebekah asked, looking at all three of them.
"He is on his way," Elijah answered. "I'll tell him in more detail when he arrives."
"Kol," Rebekah tried to gain her brother's attention. "Elijah's right, we'll bring her home. She'll be okay," she said, trying to sooth him and prevent him from doing something extreme.
Kol snapped his head around and pinned his sister with a glare that had her taking a step backwards. "She was okay before you made her come here, before you and Niklaus lured her here for your own selfish reasons. Now she is in the hands of someone who would gladly kill her just to spite me."
"Who's killing who?" They heard Klaus's infuriatingly calm voice before he sauntered in the room.
Kol had him against the wall within a second, hand at his throat, gripping tight and fangs bared with a feral growl ripping through him. He was thrown back before he managed to tear out his brother's throat.
Elijah leant over him on one knee and his hand around his neck much like Kol had their brother mere seconds ago. "Kol, I understand your anger, but you need to calm yourself down."
"Why on earth did you tell Marcel that Bonnie is a witch?" Rebekah fired at Klaus. "She came here to help us and you go ahead and put a target on her back?" She smacked her hands against his chest, pushing him backwards a few paces.
Klaus looked confused for a moment before he pieced together what was happening before him. He cursed under his breath. "I warned him," he said. "I warned him what Kol would do if he so much as looked in her direction."
"Why even tell him at all? What in the world were you thinking? What was there to gain from this other than the opportunity for you to gloat?"
"The 'whys' don't matter at the present moment," Elijah stepped in, helping Kol to his feet and addressing his next statement purely to him. "What matters is getting her home safely." He looked to the others. "I would imagine the church in question is the same one where Marcel is hiding Davina, but I'm sure Marcel has already made preparation for Bonnie to be collected. The chances of her being there by the time we arrive will be slim."
Kol was tense, clenching his fists at his sides. He looked to his half-brother. "I swear, Niklaus, if anything happens to her I will make what Mikael put you through seem like child's play," Kol threatened lowly before stalking out the room with Rebekah hot on his heels.
"Kol and I will head to the church," she threw over her shoulder, her eyes met Elijah's and silently pleaded with her older brother to come with them knowing she'd never be able to control Kol or his actions once he left this house.
"No, you two will come with me. We will go to the cemetery and find Sophie Deveraux," he turned his attention to Klaus next. "Niklaus, it would be best for you to head to the compound. Marcel will not collect Bonnie himself and I have no doubt that he will be waiting there. You need to get to him before Kol does."
Klaus didn't argue as he followed Elijah out of the house, inwardly cursing Marcel for his stupidity.
"Right then, I'll just let myself out," Josh mumbled under his breath when he heard the front door slam shut.
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This chapter got a bit out of hand length wise so I decided to split it in two. That way it also lets me update sooner and still gives me time to fix up a few things in the next part I'm still a bit unsatisfied with. All the main action takes part in the next chapter which is pretty much finished and I should hopefully manage to upload it next week.
The fact that Kol practiced magic as a human I liked in the show and I hope I didn't mention anything Kol being a witch before a vamp and actually practicing magic in Fool Me Once because I've added it here so if I did mention it and he didn't practice in Fool Me Once, I'm sorry…continuity error. I'm as bad as JP and CD! (I seriously cannot be bothered to go through the chapters of FMO to find out…that thing is over 200,000 words for crying out loud!)
I hope you enjoyed it and please leave a review!
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