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~Just before the Bombardment~
Klaus turned his gaze over to his wife, and nodded with a small smile. He turned his gaze to Vaughn and Stefan, who had been waiting for them to arrive, and motioned them to guard Caroline. They nodded in understanding, and positioned themselves around Caroline.
Caroline turned her gaze to him, and silently he could read her concern. Giving her an encouraging smile, he pulled his sword out its hilt, and lifted it high for his small army to see.
Taking a deep breathe they charged.
~X~
Marcel rushed out of his tent, the moment he heard men scream. His dark eyes narrowed and anger flashed in them.
He turned around and glared at the woman coming to stand behind him. With his right hand, he grasped her throat tight.
"How the hell did they find us?" He growled out, squeezing her throat tighter.
Camille gasped as her hands wrapped around his wrist. "I don't know." She gasped, struggling to break free. "No one followed me. I made sure." She said, through a croaked voice.
Marcel growled. Pulling her closer to him, he glared into her eyes. "Give me one good reason not to kill you." He stated, dangerously.
Camille gasped, and her eyes widened. "I love you." She whispered, barely.
Marcel scoffed, and closed the distance between them, only to glare into her eyes. "Love is a weakness, Camille, and I don't need weakness." He whispered, pulling out his dagger he slammed it into her stomach, causing her to gasp at the pain.
Camille's eyes widened, as she began to weaken. "Marcel…" She whispered, as he smirked down at her.
"Like I said, love is a weakness." He whispered, twisting the knife in her gut.
She groaned, and tears filled her eyes. He sneered as her eyes slowly closed, and she went limp on the floor.
"Sorry, my dear, but you are just a liability. Nothing personal." He whispered, as he wiped his dagger on his pants.
He scoffed, running out of the tent towards the mayhem. He picked up a sword, which was laying on the table next to his tent, and quickly headed towards the fight.
~X~
Caroline ran as fast as she could through the crowd of people, her eyes searching around her. She opened her mouth to yell, but her voice was stuck in her throat. She slammed into a body, and pushed the man aside.
Nothing was going to get in a mother's way.
~X~
Klaus slashed through the men in front of him, blood splashed on his face and clothes, but he couldn't care.
In the distance, he saw a woman holding a young babe, and his heart leapt in his chest.
His son.
~X~
Davina held David close to her chest. It was now or never.
She could see the men, Klaus' men, racing through Marcel's men. She smiled at the sight.
"They're here, little one." She whispered, watching David turn his head to see his father.
He laughed, and reached his hand towards his father.
Klaus was here.
~X~
Caroline raced through the battle; Stefan stood by her, and fought off anyone who dared to come near her.
Vaughn had been detained a few feet away, but he was watching with a careful eye.
She raced, and punched the men in front of her with all the strength she held, a mother's strength. Nothing and no one was going to get in her way.
Her body was raged with rage and fury. She was going to find her son.
A figure stepped into her line of sight, and she staggered back.
"Look's who's not dead."
Her eyes widened a fraction, and she stood straighter. "Marcel."
~X~
Sophie staggered into the encampment, and quickly looked around. All the fighting was taking place at the center of the camp, and she knew with an instinct that little David was being taken on the outskirts of the camp.
She had to find him.
Making her way around the tent in front of her, she stopped when she saw a woman's body on the ground.
"Camille," She gasped, kneeling down next to the woman.
Camille gasped and coughed up blood as she opened her eyes. "I failed." She whispered, taking a small dagger from her side. "I thought he loved me." She whispered, gasping for air.
Sophie shook her head. "He doesn't love, Camille. He never will." She whispered, touching her friend's face.
Camille nodded, and coughed. "I'm sorry, Sophie." She whispered, as she drew her last breathe, and her eyes closed for the final time.
Sophie clamped her eyes shut, and let the tears fall down her face. Even if Camille had betrayed them, she was still her friend, nothing would ever change that.
"Be at peace, Cam." She whispered, standing up.
She had to find David.
~X~
Davina gasped as she turned and saw Marcel dragging a blonde woman by the arm. Her eyes fell on a sandy blonde man laying unconscious on the ground behind them.
"Let go of me!" The woman shouted.
Marcel sneered. "You know, I'm glad you didn't die, Caroline, because now, I can save your execution for when your husband is standing in front of us." He stated, pushing Caroline to the ground.
She jumped up and whirled to face him. The wound in her side from weeks before had been mostly closed, thanks to Bonnie's healing herbs and a few stitches.
"Where is my son?!" She shouted, causing Davina to cower in the shadows of a tree a few feet away.
Marcel inhaled deeply. "Dead." He stated, smiling.
Caroline shook her head. "I don't believe you." She stated, stepping back.
He smiled, and stepped closer to her. "Well, you should, because I slit his throat the moment I heard the charge to the camp." He whispered, lifting his hand to caress her face.
Caroline swatted his hand away, and slapped his face, hard.
Marcel growled, and hit her face with such a force, she fell to the ground.
Davina felt rage at the sight, and she clutched little David tighter to her. David was trying to turn his head to look around the tree, for he had recognized his mother's voice.
Davina shook her head. "No, little one, be silent, until I can think of something." She whispered, rocking him gently.
Turning her head, she caught sight of a figure she never though she would see again. With a smile on her lips, she watched as Sophie snuck up behind Marcel, and hit him on the head with a large club.
"Run!" Sophie shouted to Caroline, and grasped the Queen's hand, forcing them to run towards the trees.
Davina smiled, and stepped out from the shadows. "Sophie, over here!"
The women turned around, and Caroline ran straight to the woman holding her son.
"David!" Caroline shouted, holding her arms outward.
David let out a laugh, and reached for his mother. Caroline felt tears of joy fill her eyes, and leak out, as she clutched her son to her body. "Oh, my little boy." She whispered, closing her eyes for a moment.
Davina smiled, and bowed her head. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she lifted her gaze with a smile.
"You did well, Davina." Sophie whispered, watching the young girl smile.
They heard a groan behind them, and they turned to see Marcel standing up, slowly.
Caroline frowned, and held her son close to her chest. He wasn't getting her son again, not this time.
~X~
There was something Kol didn't know, and Bonnie never told him. She never told anyone, and at the time it was safe to keep it secret, but not now.
Bonnie slipped into the camp as the fighting continued to rage onward. She caught her glimpse of her husband fighting alongside his brother, Klaus, and she smiled. He was an excellent fighter.
Turning her gaze to the far side of the camp, her eyes flashed at the sight.
Marcel had three women cornered. She knew one was Caroline, who was holding David. The other looked like the young woman who Bonnie had healed, and the other was probably the niece of Damon's friend.
She didn't care, all she saw was Marcel.
The name meant nothing to her, but the face. The face…she remembered:
"Hide in the nook, child." Sheila ordered, pushing her granddaughter into the little nook.
Bonnie shook her head. "I can help, Grams." She whined, but Sheila shook her head.
"It's not safe for you. Come out only when you hear silence." She instructed, kissing her granddaughter lightly on the forehead, before closing the nook's door.
Bonnie heard screams, and scuffling, slowly she opened the nook, and saw a man standing in front of her Grams, holding a sword in his hand. He wasn't much older than her, but his face held so much danger.
"In the order of the King, all gypsies will be rounded up and repent their ways, or be killed on the spot. What say you?" He stated, holding up his sword.
Sheila held her head high, but didn't even say a word, as the sword swung deep, sending Sheila's head to the floor.
Bonnie held her hands over her mouth, and contained her screams, and the urge to throw-up. She had to stay strong.
She had been left the Forbes palace a few days before to come for her grandmother's birthday, and now she was dead.
By a man, whose face would be forever etched in her mind.
End Flashback
Bonnie shook her head, and clutched the bow and arrow in her hands. Moving around the tents, she placed the arrow in the bow, and pulled back.
She caught Caroline's eyes, and she nodded. "Stop!" She shouted, watching Marcel's body stop in mid-step.
Slowly, he turned around, and smirked at the woman in front of him. "Now, what do we have here?" He asked, holding his sword at the ready.
Bonnie walked around, carefully, standing next the women, with Caroline standing behind them, holding little David. "Drop your sword, Marcel, or I will fire." She stated, firmly.
Marcel let out a dark chuckle, and shook his head. "I doubt your arrow will be faster than me." He stated, holding his sword tightly in his hands.
Bonnie shook her head. "I doubt your sword would be faster than the poison at the tip of this arrow." She countered.
Marcel narrowed his eyes, and stepped closer. "You look familiar." He whispered, watching her straighten slightly. "Have we met?" He asked, racking his brain to think back. He knew she looked familiar when he had beat her up a few weeks ago, but then he had been focused on getting the child.
Bonnie knew what he was asking, and she smirked. "I doubt you would remember, but I certainly remember you." She stated, watching him carefully. "You killed my grandmother." She stated, pulling the arrow back.
Marcel smirked. "I've killed a lot of grandmothers. You'll have to be specific." He stated, shifting his gaze to look at Sophie, Davina, and Caroline.
Bonnie smiled. "Bennett." She stated, watching his eyes widen. "That's right. You missed one." She stated, releasing the arrow.
~X~
Kol stepped in front of the arrow meant for his brother, and knocked the arrow away with his sword. His gaze shifted to distance, and he saw his wife holding a bow and arrow, and aiming it at Marcel. His eyes widened.
What was she doing here?
~X~
Klaus slashed through the last man in front of him, and shifted his gaze to his wife, who was holding his son.
They had made it.
He frowned when he saw Marcel in front of them with Bonnie releasing an arrow.
What was she doing?
~X~
Marcel fell to the ground as the arrow hit his right shoulder. He had tried to dodge the arrow, but it had gone faster than he anticipated.
He felt to his knees from the pain, and glared up at Bonnie. "You Bennett witch!" He shouted, feeling the poison enter his system.
Bonnie smiled. "That's right." She whispered, narrowing her eyes. "Nobody messes with a Bennett's family, and lives." She stated, firmly, holding her head up high.
Marcel gasped as he finally hit the ground, and began to shake uncontrollably.
Bonnie sighed. "He should be dead in a few moments." She whispered, turning to her friend and nephew. "Are you alright?" She asked, watching Caroline nod.
"He was the one who killed your Grams, wasn't he?" Caroline asked, for she had known the truth of Sheila's death, but not the whole truth.
Bonnie nodded. "Yes, he was." She sighed, and lowered her head.
Caroline smiled. "Thank you." She whispered, holding her son close.
Bonnie nodded, and glanced to the others. "Let's get out of here." She whispered, moving away.
Movement from the trees caught their attention, and Davina pulled her dagger out.
Connor, the man who had taken David for Marcel stood out from the trees.
He advanced towards them, aiming for Caroline and David. Davina held her dagger up, and threw it at his chest.
He staggered back, pulling the dagger out, and slowly began to advance once more. Davina shook her head, and picked up Marcel's fallen sword, and ran the sword through Connor's stomach, causing him to cough blood before falling backwards, lifeless.
"Davina," Sophie whispered, never knowing the young girl would do such a thing.
Davina sighed, and dropped the sword. "I promised I would look after David, and I keep my promises, besides, I never liked him anyway." She whispered, shrugging her shoulders.
Caroline smiled kindly at the young woman, and turned her gaze to her husband who was making his way towards them. Stefan had joined him, and was holding his head. Vaughn was holding his shoulder, Elijah was limping slightly, and Kol was covered in someone else's blood. Klaus staggered slightly, and before he could make it towards his wife. He fell to his knees.
Caroline gasped, and ran towards him, holding David close to her.
Sticking out of his right shoulder blade, was an arrow.
I know, I left it with a slight cliffhanger! No worries! I plan to update very soon!
Only three chapters to go, I know, but I decided to put one more chapter and then two epilogues! I hope that's satisfactory!
What did you think of the person who killed Marcel and Camille? Surprised! I did think about Davina doing it, but Bonnie seemed the most logical, after much thought. Anyway, PLEASE BE KIND IN THE REVIEWS!
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