Disclaimers: Not Mine.
Regret
Kol spilt his seed inside the witch who was riding him. His back arched off the platform as he came in a growl. It hadn't been enough. The dark haired witch collapsed on top of him. The original shifted her off and a young man handed him his robe.
"You said this would work." Kol snarled into the woman's ear. Haset was savoring the delicious feeling washing over her. The spell was amplifying her orgasm not to mention the intoxicating sensation of being bitten by an original. Haset could do this all day.
"The spell. It was blocked. There was some kind of interference." The tanned beauty groaned rubbing her neck and her clit.
"Interference?" Kol growled to the men and women surrounding the platform. They had all been chanting, fueling the spell powered by sex.
"How is that possible?"
"It shouldn't be sire." The young man said.
"I WANT MY BROTHER DEAD!" Kol roared picking up the young man by the neck. He squeezed and squeezed as his valet scratched at his hands. When his body went limp Kol dropped him to the ground.
"What good are you all for if you can't help me get what I want? I should drain the lot of you and take your power for myself." Kol said to the room.
"You should try again." A redhead woman said stepping into the room.
"What?" Kol turned annoyed that someone would dare to talk back to him. Kol had never seen her. She wasn't Hell Storm.
"I said you should try again with a more powerful witch, and I know just the witch." She squeaked taking in the hardly contained rage on his face.
"Either you're very foolish or very brave." Kol said storming over to the witch. He wrenched her arm, pulling her into him. Her hip knocked into his engorged member.
"Not me sire." She said swallowing. His brow shot up. He was about to break her neck when he noticed her right hand, her ring shown midnight blue. He released her, running his hand across her cheek.
"Tell me witch, who do I have to fuck to annihilate my bastard of a brother."
-o0o-
Bonnie sucked in air in giant gulps. Her heart raced as she tried to control her breathing. Water laced with perfume and salt spilt from her mouth. What was going on? The last thing she remembered was looking over a book she had brought back from Qetsiyah's chambers.
Her clothes clung to her as the warmth began to give way to the chill in the bathing chamber. It was dark except for the lone torch in the corner burning by magic. Bonnie lifted her head. Mistake. Big mistake. Water was in her ear and her head swam. Her chest felt like she had swallowed sand paper. Maybe I'll just lie here a few more moments. Bonnie's already trembling body jumped when she heard the door open in the King's chambers. Niklaus. The witch thought, making herself move.
Bonnie crawled a few inches then slowly rose to her feet. I must look like a drowned cat. She thought as she moved into the King's chambers. Her brow furrowed when she spotted the last person she wanted to see in the room.
Greta was walking about the room plundering, slowly touching things. She stopped when she neared the portraits on the wall. Bonnie watched the witch stare up at herself.
"I remember this day. Tremé had just fallen, and we made love all day to celebrate."
"What are you doing in here?" Bonnie croaked.
"What am I doing in here?" Greta said turning to the witch. Her eyes widened when she took in the sight of Bonnie.
"What are you doing in here companion? This is the High Court."
"I'm sure the King would not be happy to know you are in his chambers." Bonnie said trying to clear her throat. It was raw, her skin wet and covered in goose bumps.
"What is wrong with you and why are you wet? How did you get pass the guards?" Greta interrogated.
"Why are you skulking around like a stalker?" Bonnie accused.
"I'm calling the guards." Greta declared.
"Go ahead. I would love to see how you explain this." Bonnie threatened, but Greta had a point. She wanted nothing more to go back to her chambers, get out of these wet clothes and sit by the fire. She wanted to know what was happening, but how was she going to get pass the guards. Explain this to the guards. Greta hesitated. Bonnie noticed.
"How did you get pass the guards?" Bonnie asked.
"I am the Consort, companion."
"You were the consort." Greta smiled at that.
"Chameleon spell." Bonnie blinked at the sorceress.
"Yes, bitch. I'm that good." Greta challenged. "How did you do it?"
"I don't know." Bonnie answered honestly.
"You don't know?" Greta said pursing her lips. The witch frowned looking over Bonnie. She was obviously lying. The witch cast a truth probe and it came back negative. Greta's eyes narrowed.
There is no way. Did some one bring her here? Was there a secret passage? Greta knew every crook and nanny of this castle. There was no other way, unless…no. It was ludicrous. Greta cast another probe this time searching for residual magic? Bonnie's aura was tainted with purple. "Are you trying to tell me you traveled? You have to be born a traveler."
"I don't know." Bonnie said honestly. She was freaked out. Greta searched her mind for any detail she could remember about traveling spells. She was coming up blank. Bennett's were powerful, not that powerful. There was no telling with Qetsiyah but surely this witch…what the fuck was going on?
"Tell me the last thing you remembered." Greta demanded. Bonnie sighed wrapping her arms around herself. Greta pursed her lips again waving her hand. The fireplace came to life as Greta went to the cupboard in the back of the room. She took some bedclothes from it and walked back over to the witch. She shoved the materials at her.
"You can change into these. Tell me everything you know." Bonnie stared at the material and then back up at the witch. She didn't want Greta or Camille's hand me downs. All she knew they could be Mari's. They could be spelled.
"What?"
"I don't trust you."
"Good. It's means your smart. Now tell me before I rearrange your insides."
"I'd like to see you try." Bonnie said stepping behind the Kings screen. Bonnie was cold and could get sick. Her baby's health trumped her pride. Bonnie flipped on her minds eye to try to see if any residual or latent magic laced the material. They were clean. She needed some answers, and Niklaus had once said Greta was one of the most powerful and skilled mage in his kingdom. She also could use that chameleon spell to get back to her chambers. Bonnie sighed stepping back out from behind the screen. Greta was by the fire watching the portrait of herself burn in the fire. She looked so defeated.
"I was reading a book…" Bonnie started.
-o0o-
The forest was silent. They watched him stalk still trying to make themselves invisible. Most of them had witnessed the depths of Niklaus' ire. They had seen him be many things but this…this bewildered creature before them…this was too close to trepidation. What would fear inspire in the Hybrid King?
Kael peeked at him. He was still wet. His shoulders hung. Her gut churned with sorrow, with the same compassion she had for a little boy covered in snot, tears, and bruises, hiding from his boar of a stepfather. She had not seen Niklaus this way for a very long time. The fires of Mikeal's wrath forged a monster. Mikeal used his fist like a hammer and his words like a knife. The bastard never stopped to think of the murderer he was sculpting. Kol was a lot like his father, too much it seemed. Niklaus fileted his father after years of abuse and not loving him. What would the King do to the man who threatened his chance to be the father he always wanted?
When he spoke they all jumped. "Explain to me what just happened?" Niklaus said just above a whisper.
"The magic sire. It's cloaked. We are going to have to perform a full circle."
"The spell it's powerful. I'm not sure a coven can…" Malachi started trying to read the energies around the king himself.
"We will have to combine magic. The energy surrounding him is muddled." Kael answered.
Malachi looked over to the dragon unsure. She nodded back to him.
Kael glided over to the king stopping a few feet away. Her eyes went white and golden energy shot up out of her whipping chaotically in the air. Niklaus didn't move. He didn't even look up, as the others watched transfixed. A sensing circle was only used in dire situations. A sensing spell that combined different magics was almost unheard of.
Malachi stepped forward taking his place by the dragon. His eyes sunk into onyx, and then green mist clouded the air around him. Several members of the Gemini coven joined the varlock. The mist grew thick and spread, arching around the king. Magda led the sapphire witches to the other side of the king their eyes went blank and blue light danced from their hands. The energy shimmied stretching towards the mist to complete the circle. The dragon magic cascaded down. It's tentacles punching through the blue and green energy shooting back and forward until the streams of magic intertwined forming a dome.
The king sat there as if unaware a powerful scrying and sensing spell was being performed. The dome reverberated the power between the mages each trying to capture the images and clues flipping through their minds. The spell burst with a pop and witches and sorcerers collapsed in a heap around the king. Magda was driven to her knees. Malachi swayed but stayed on his feet and, Kael winced but showed no other signs of wear.
"Sex Magic." Malachi slurred. He stumbled and his squire ran with a stool to catch him before he hit the ground.
"Sex magic? Isn't that forbidden?" Marcel said stunned, thinking of Vanessa and the unfinished blueprints on his desk back in his chambers.
"Punishable by death according to the laws of mage." Kael croaked. Never had the principles of magic been twisted for the whims of a madman.
"Kol has found followers stupid enough to defy the Merlin, Triumvirate and the Hybrid King. They have to be just as mad as he is." Marcel said looking at his sire.
"Sex magic proves how desperate he is. It's too powerful, too hard to control, and too addictive. Your brother has not only declared war on you sire, but the Order of the mage as well. The Merlin, the Triumvirate will want his soul." Kael said almost begging him to speak.
Everyone watched the King expectedly. He sat there stewing in this information. Stewing in the events of the day. Trying to fully accept their ramifications. He couldn't protect him, his unborn son. He couldn't protect her. He couldn't protect them, because his worthless army couldn't protect him.
"What was the other energy? It was…heady. I've never encountered…" Magda started.
"I haven't seen it for decades. Ancient earth magic." Kael looked at the old witch. She hoped no one had felt it. Magda's skill was growing. A few more years and Greta would be facing a battle for coven leader in Sapphire.
"There are no old ones left. Qetisyah's death should have made that magic extinct…" Malachi reasoned.
"Yes it should have." The dragon smirked to herself. Niklaus looked to his advisor. There was that smirk again. That feeling that she was hiding something from him…him, her king. His annoyance bubbled over.
"I count three veteran mages, masters of their craft; three, one with the entirety of his coven, one with the best of hers, and a dragon. A dragon. A creature so powerful she isn't really even considered a mage, but a demigod."
Everyone's heart sped listening to the king speak. They could hear the fury, the fear in his voice.
"Your telling me one spell was powerful enough to cut through your protections, your wards, and still had enough power to enclose and trap me in a globe of water. A spell could manipulate nature all from miles away, a spell being helmed by my, for all intents and purposes, 21 year old brother. Magic skill sharpens with age, correct? Magic obeys the laws of nature, correct? Magic dissipates over space and time, correct? Wards dilute magic, correct? Sex magic? The ineffectual parlor tricks of cults and the powerless dimwits who liken themselves to Gods?"
Magda couldn't believe the King's prejudice and naivety. She thought it was ironic that he was lambasting power hungry people with god complexes. She was speaking before her brain caught up to her mouth. "Sex magic is not pathetic, sure a lot of low level mages used it to increase spells. But sex magic is potent, especially when it is born of love. Imagine if experienced mages used it as a tool. They could level the kingdom that's why it's out-"
They blinked and the elder sapphire witch was gone. Her life forced being siphoned into the King's waiting stomach. He drank greedily. His teeth ripped into her flesh unnecessarily, bits of her skin falling to the dirt beneath her dangling feat. Her body withered as he drained her. All except her eyes, they were still full of shock. She had been taken by surprise. There was no time to throw up a protection spell or even fight when your attacker could move in the blink of an eye. No time when you are lolled into a sense of security because you were there to support him. You were on his side.
It hit them. The realization tackled them all as they watched Magda slip away. Everyone understood now. No one was on the King's side any longer. They had broken their promise to protect him and what was his, and he no longer believed in allegiance. Everyone stood at risk.
The sapphires stood aghast. Phaedra, the highest-ranking member present held her subordinates at bay. Magda forgot. She didn't think. Phaedra still had nightmares about the war. She wouldn't let the same fate befall those under her newfound leadership. They were young and stupid enough to attack a grieving monster in a den of his offspring. She would surrender the battle and leave the war to their mistress. Their anguish was silenced. There rage swallowed, but Greta would scream bloody murder and carve Magda's name through immortal flesh until the Hybrid felt it. Phaedra knew this. She believed it. She had to.
Magda's body hit the ground. The King returned to the boulder he had been sitting on. He was no longer a man defeated. He was a king holding court, a king who had just exacted punishment for his loss.
"Let's try this again."
"She wasn't wrong, sire. Sex magic performed by a powerful witch and a varlock created this spell." The dragon said defiantly. "Sapphire collect your sister. You are dismissed to perform the funeral rites."
The King stared into the dragon's eyes. Kael almost wished he would. Her upper body blossomed black scales to match her bottom. Niklaus narrowed his eyes at her. At least she was smart enough to know she was in danger. The sapphire witches didn't move. Marcel swallowed.
"Go. Take her to her mistress." The king said finally still staring at the dragon. The sapphires scrambled to Magda's side, there tears blinding them.
"Phaedra send your mistress my condolences." The dragon said weary.
"Send them yourself. You're going with them." Niklaus declared.
"Majesty?" Kael questioned.
"Sex magic, correct. Sex magic so powerful it bested a dragon. Fueled by a powerful witch. A witch that is foolish enough to pledge allegiance to my brother. No one is that foolish unless they're in love. Love strengthens it am I correct? What does blinding obsession do?"
"Haset." The dragon sighed.
"We can't track his magic. It could lead us into a million different directions because it was a communal spell. We would have to go through twenty maybe even fifty witches before we even found Kol."
"Your saying we would probably find the witches who helped Kol before we found him." Marcel said smiling at the King. He didn't like the idea of rogue witches running around making Kol, Rebekah, and Elijah even more formidable. Marcel's mind flashed to Lord Salvatore.
"They tried to drown me, and now I want to bathe in their blood. For some odd reason…" Niklaus paused looking at Kael.
"You can't track my brother, but we can track his whore, and her coven. Thanks to your scrying spell. I will devour their flesh before the sun sets tomorrow. I will terrorize anyone foolish enough to stand with him."
"Don't be imprudent child. He locked you in a sphere of water. There wasn't anything we could do to free you. That kind of skill, ingenuity... We have to be smart about how we proceed." Kael said letting her fear show.
"Am I not free, whole, sitting before you?"
"Yes, but you should not be. This magic, these lengths Kol is willing to go…"
"I AM VAMPIRE. I do not cower before witches." Niklaus spat. "I am the hybrid king. I certainly don't cower before my brother."
Kael had to tread lightly. His pride was hurt, his confidence shaken. She was very close to losing her boy. She sighed.
"Do you remember what happened before you were freed?" Kael asked.
Niklaus searched his thoughts. He could only recall the heat. "It was so hot. I felt like I was being boiled."
"That's interesting." Malachi pondered.
"Of course, it's elemental magic. Turn water into steam." Kael laughed. She sobered when she thought about what the king was purposing.
"Sire, it's an act of war. The Triumvirate…"
"I'm not so daft to pretend your loyalties aren't split, Kael. You came because Qetsiyah asked you to. You stayed because she stayed. I know the sapphires follow me because the consort follows me. I know the Gemini are here because their master is here. I've allowed you to be mage and high court. What I need is vampire. At midnight I start the devil's work and I only need demons by my side."
At that the Sapphires wasted no time in taking leave of the king's party. The Gemini looked to Malachi.
"I'm staying but if you do not want to cross this line I understand. You may take your leave." The men and woman of the Gemini coven did not move. Malachi grinned.
"If you stay you are vampire." Marcel said looking over them. His men growled behind him.
Malachi looked to the few men and woman who chose not to turn vitch hybrid when he pledged his allegiance to the king wanting to remain a pure mage. Choosing vampires and killing witches would taint their houses forever in the eyes of the magical community. Bartholomew eyes sunk downward. He was a proud member of his coven but to knowingly stalk and kill witches for a vampire. He stepped out of line. He bowed to Malachi. Malachi nodded.
"Help the Sapphires get Magda home. You too Cara." Malachi said looking at the youngest but one of the most talented members of his coven, and the only female.
"Lord Malachi. I can do this. I'm stronger than half these men." Cara fumed.
"Exactly. Magda is… Phaedra could use your cloaking spell if they run into trouble."
"You're doing this because I am a woman." Cara spat. She had abandoned Sapphire when she felt that Greta cared more about her lover than her coven. She may be Gemini now but Sapphire was her family. She was also too young to see the carnage these animals were about to pile up.
"I could use your help." Bartholomew answered her knowing the young women would give in if he asked. Her blue eyes bored into him. After six months of ignoring her, he was using her crush against her.
"Stay or go. I don't have time for this." The King said mounting his horse.
"Go on young one. I will catch up with you in a minute. I want to see this famous cloaking spell." Kael said looking up at the king. Cara hesitated but when the dragon looked at her she sighed and then grabbed her gear walking out of the clearing. Only for the dragon, Cara thought.
"Sire, you are breaking your own treaty. Disbanding loyal members to the crown. This is what Kol wants, your Kingdom in flames. He wants your undoing."
"It's of no consequence."
"And Bonnie. Is she of no consequence? She's Blood coven, Qetsiyah's lineage, mage through and through. She will never forgive you if you do this."
"I don't need her forgiveness. I need her alive. I need her safe."
"You say that now in the heat of the moment, but when it's all said and done it won't be enough. You will want her love." Niklaus looked at his advisor. Did he really think she was that dumb? That blind. Everyone could see it.
"What choice do I have? He's using sex magic. He's slaughtered villages. He'll do anything to hurt me. What do you think he'll do if he finds her? Finds that she's carrying my seed? My son. I will do anything to keep them safe. I will be the monster she hates. I will murder every witch, sorcerer, wizard, necromancer, and dragon that stands in my way if it means protecting my heir, my family." Niklaus stated.
Kael exhaled at his words. Her mind buzzed as it tried to piece together an explanation for the surprise creeping up her spine. "You came to me for unity, for peace with Kol your brother. Elijah and Rebekah too. Your family."
"And look at the results, soothsayer. Your prophecy. The runes have failed you. And you have failed me." Niklaus said kicking his stallion into motion.
"No child. I think the runes have given you exactly what you asked for." Kael whispered to the wind.
-o0o-
Bonnie rushed in the room heading to the bookcases. It was like she was being drawn to the information she sought. She turned to see if Greta had found anything but the witch was still hesitating in the threshold. Bonnie was oddly curious about the emotion that played on the witch's face. She had never seen the witch…humble.
Greta eyes watered as she looked around the chambers. A wave of grief suddenly caught in her throat. Greta felt Bonnie's gaze. She looked up at her, exhaled, and proceeded into the room. Bonnie turned back to the books going over the titles. It had to be around here somewhere. Bonnie said pulling a book off the shelf. She immediately knew it was wrong and slid it back in place.
"Stop pawing all over her stuff. This room is sacred. She was your ancestor show some respect."
"I'm amazed that you care," Bonnie said running her fingers over titles. None of them felt right.
"Excuse me." Greta eyes stretched turning to the witch.
"Well your vitch, Sapphire. You told the Order to kiss your ass. You're you. I can't believe you would have so much reverence for Qetsiyah's stuff."
"God you're young and stupid. I can't believe you share her genes. First this is not stuff."
"I know that. I know it's an arsenal." Bonnie said feeling guilty for her poor choice of words.
"A legacy to be exact, the legacy of the last of her kind, the last of the great ones. The power, the gravitas." Greta said fingering a tapestry that hung on the wall. It was a record of the Ancient ones, the founders of all of the witch lineages. They were lost to the magic community forever.
"You speak as if you knew her." Bonnie quipped annoyed. Greta eyed the witch.
"I did know her. I sat in this room, surrounding by all that power, my brain spinning from the wisdom being imparted." Greta said with wonder on her face and awe in her voice. She looked at Bonnie again her smiled faltered.
"Like I said. I can't believe you're related." Greta said looking for anything about travelling that would clue both of them in to what was happening to the witch.
"You knew Qetsiyah…What was she like?" Bonnie asked trying to quash those growing pangs of jealousy. Greta got to know Qetsiyah. Greta knew the King's biggest secret. She really was his queen in everything but official title.
"She was Qetsiyah: blunt but kind, strong but gentle, and if you crossed her or anyone she loved she would destroy you. She was a legend and knew it but really human too. She loved to cook, and god, she had this thing about hair. Hers was always beautiful and yours had to be just so when you were around, if not she would fix it. Imagine me, a 50-year-old vampire being popped with a comb because I squirmed too much." Greta explained lost in her memories of the woman.
"She was-" The witch was about to continue.
"Wait." Bonnie interrupted
"What?" Greta said annoyed being reminded that one of her heroes was no longer here.
"She popped you with a comb? What did she look like?"
"Why?" Greta said confused by Bonnie's clear alarm.
"Just tell me." Bonnie said getting annoyed herself.
"Rich brown skin. Long white hair." Greta said trying to read the expression on the witch's face.
"Soulful black eyes?"
"Yea. Why?" Greta said reaching for another book.
"Tessa." Bonnie whispered.
Greta frowned at the witch. "I don't know what you're going on about but you should be honored that her blood runs in your veins."
"I am honored." Bonnie said going back to the bookcase. Bonnie's thoughts raced through her mind. Tessa was Qetsiyah. She had somehow travelled. All of this should not be possible. She yelped when a book on the shelf shocked her.
"What is it now?" Greta turned scowling at the witchling.
"This book. It shocked me." Bonnie said peering at it.
"Well don't just stand there. Take it down. It's responding to you. I thought Emily trained you."
"She did."
"Obviously not good enough." Greta sighed
"She was busy." Bonnie said taking the book from the shelf.
"Busy doing what driving Qetsiyah's coven into non existence?" Greta murmured.
"At least she didn't sacrifice hers for the love of a man." Bonnie responded automatically.
"Says the whore who stole him and is having his baby." Bonnie was about to snap when the book fell open and the pages begun to turn. Both women looked at the book curiously. Greta brow rose, as she looked over the witch again. Interesting, she thought.
"Your magic is guiding it. I actually didn't think you had it in you. The power is there but I had yet to see the talent to use it."
"You have some nerve. God, your so arrogant. Did I not save your life?"
"I saved my life. You provided a pretty good distraction which is why I'm here, and of course to honor your Grand'Mere. Stop being a baby and read the damn page."
"Magicae sexus." Bonnie read aloud.
"Sex Magic. So that's why you have all this power. Who are you screwing? Luka?"
"What no? I would never. Sex Magic is forbidden." Bonnie said offended.
"No it would have to be someone more powerful. Simone Bassett." Greta guessed again.
Bonnie's mouth fell open then twisted in disgust. Fury flooded her eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I have done nothing to you except comply with these archaic rules. I saved your life and you dare to insult me." Bonnie fumed. Greta watched in mirth as the room shook. A few items fell from their shelves but the sapphire witch cushioned them with a quick gale spell. Then the items floated back to their right place with a little time manipulation. Greta burst out laughing at Bonnie's heightened state.
"You really don't like her do you? All this bluster for the woman he almost chose. Poor Little witchling, he's got you right where he wants you doesn't he?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Uh-huh? You forget whom your talking to. I know the feeling. I would deliver some self-righteous speech about being true to your witch nature but I don't have the interest or energy. Your anger was hilarious though."
"I was not angry."
"It's okay of you want to tear her head off. I did."
Bonnie looked down at the book trying to control the sudden onslaught of anger. The confusion of her situation, and the curiousness about what her magic was trying to tell her.
"Maybe a little." Bonnie admitted. When she did it actually felt pretty good.
The two witches smiled at each other.
"The problem is witchling is if your not using sex magic then who is and what does it have to do with you?"
"The only person I ever had sex with is Niklaus."
"Really?" Greta said looking at the woman who would probably never have sex with another man again. The sorceress could not fathom Niklaus allowing the mother of his child to carouse at least without a fight, a war really, and lots of violence.
"Yes. Really."
"Well good luck with that."
"Actually, I feel pretty lucky so far." Bonnie said thinking of Niklaus's tongue.
"I can't argue with that." Greta said smirking at the witch knowingly.
"Bonnie." Lady Caroline said stepping into the room. She looked between the two witches smiles.
"You have to help me. He's dying."
-o0o-
"I don't need your help." Caroline spat at Greta as the three women made their way up the corridor. Bonnie noticed that Mari was following them. Bonnie had no doubt she is the one who told Caroline where to find them. Bonnie wonders how she knew since they used the chameleon spell.
"Fine by me Blondie." Greta said stopping and heading the other way.
"Wait." Bonnie said stopping the witch before she disappeared.
"Caroline. She's the most powerful mage in the court right now. I think it wouldn't hurt."
"Are you serious? She has treated me like dirt. Called Stefan a traitor. She's mocked you and me at every turn. She's horrible."
"I can hear you." Greta griped.
"Good." Caroline barked.
"Yeah. Yeah, she has. She's been a raging bitch." Bonnie soothed.
"What?" Greta said eyeing the witch.
"But she is also here. She has the experience."
"I thought healing magic was your specialty. The sab worked wonders. His skin pulled back together and there is hardly a scar anymore." Caroline argued.
"But Lady, he hasn't been responding. I have some spells I want to try but I could really use a veteran mage to help me focus and cater the spell to fit Lord Salvatore's case." Bonnie admitted.
Caroline stepped in closer to Bonnie and whispered, "I don't know. I don't trust her."
"Isn't he dying? What the hell do you have to lose?" Greta said weary of this conversation.
Bonnie grabbed the Blonde to keep her from attacking the witch. Bonnie could sense the electric barrier Greta through up in a second that would fry Caroline the minute she touched it.
"She's right. We have to hurry. Don't trust her. Trust me."
-o0o-
They had been at it for hours. Bonnie tried every spell even the ones that were almost beyond her personal skill level. They all went off without a hitch except the vampire was still unresponsive. The ancients believed the soul resided in the heart. The practitioners of the day said the head. Bonnie did not know which she believed more but she did know to kill a vampire you staked them or lopped of their head. She wondered if the King's brother had succeeded in severing Lord Salvatore's ties to this earth. She looked over to Greta who had been mostly silent. She offered extra power and guidance when she thought the witch was doing something too wrong.
"Why isn't it working?" Caroline said looking at her mate grow more and more shriveled.
Bonnie sighed looking over the vampire.
"Is he dying?" Damon said his wild eyes looking at his baby brother. The Lord had been called when the guard wouldn't let Bonnie inside the west wing. He followed the women to the chamber and watched as they tried to revive his brother.
"It's like he is stuck in limbo. He is not responding." Bonnie explained.
"He will die or rather be stuck there forever if we can't bring him back soon." Greta added honestly. She did not believe in coddling people. It only delayed the inevitable.
Caroline glared up at the vitch.
"I'm not trying to be cruel. I'm trying to be honest." Greta said in a sigh.
"What can we do?" Bonnie said stepping closer to the Sapphire leader, her voice lowered.
"You have done everything in your power." Greta answered looking over Stefan again. She remembered the ripper and mourned his loss. She had been mourning him for the past thirty years. Now it seemed he would never come back. There were fond memories of her and her boys, and now her family was fractured. They had all found someone else to love.
"Have you?" Bonnie regarded her. Greta glared back at the witch. She didn't know why she was here, helping these people.
"Please." Caroline said in a sob. "Please don't let your differences cloud your judgment. I know you didn't get along."
"You know nothing about me and Stefan Salvatore." Greta growled.
"Do it for the Ripper of Monterrey." Damon said quietly.
"He died a long time ago." Greta answered back.
"No. He is lying right there in that bed. He's changed… evolved but it's him." Damon answered.
"Greta, we are mage. We are…" Bonnie began.
"Save the speech. I've never taken to healing. Destruction is more my forte." Greta said sighing. Bonnie watched the witch's mind turning.
"But you have an idea?" Bonnie guessed.
"Summoning." Greta answered.
"Summoning." Bonnie frowned. That was for spirits that had already passed on.
"He's not…"
"Look at him." Bonnie looked back at Lord Salvatore. She could admit he looked like a vegetable.
"I'll summon. You will bind."
"I've never bound a soul."
"Imagine stitching flesh. Same thing you did with the tendons, synapsis, and skin in the neck. Just with his spirit. It requires delicate work and you witchlling are a magical surgeon."
"Is that a compliment?"
"It's an acknowledgement that you're not completely useless."
"That's two."
"Shut up and work."
-o0o-
They had been working through the night and into the morning, and was about to give up until the vampire trembled beneath them and both Bonnie and Greta spotted the last bit of his tattered soul dissipate into the ether.
Caroline screamed falling to her knees, as Lord Salvatore's body started rapidly decaying. Bonnie spun into action casting a time spell to hold his body in stasis. She turned to Greta and watched in awe as the sorceress ripped a whole between this world and the next. It was just small enough to peek through but blue light streamed from her hands pouring into the other realm. Nothing happened at first and then the room shook, and barrier between realms rippled as trapped spirits tried to escape.
Everyone looked fearful but Greta stood there unshaken as her magic sought its prey. Bonnie concentrated trying to push the vampires genes into regeneration as she held his remains in limbo. Damon stood there too stunned to move. Too afraid that if he even breathed it would be real and he would have to live a life without his brother.
Greta grunted and her power flow reversed. Blue light raced into the witch's center until the stream had narrowed and an almost invisible gray wisp fluttered back through the tear. Once through, Greta released her power and the tear mended itself. Greta collapsed.
Bonnie wanted to go over to her but she was holding two spells and she was nearing her end too. She gritted her teeth and push her power out trying to connect to the spirit floating above its former host. Bonnie transferred her magic from regeneration into a lure.
When the spirit was close enough crimson tendrils delicately attached themselves to the spirit while slicing open Lord Salvatore's chest. With magic Bonnie surgically graphed the last part of the soul into Stefan's center. When she was done she took a deep breath and released all her magic. Everyone stood with baited breath to see if the magic would hold.
Despite a witch's best effort you could not trap a soul where it didn't want to be. Evidence of Bonnie's work disappeared as the white wisp melted into the gray matter that once was Stefan's beating heart. A moment later it started to pinken. The skin around Stefan's wound rippled and then slowly started to stitch together.
Caroline, eyes red and nose snotty, bit into her wrist and wiped blood on her husband's lips. Stefan did not move. Caroline started to tear up again turning to Bonnie. Bonnie swayed on her feet Damon move to catch her.
"I'm sorry. We tried."
Caroline eyes watered. "I know." She sobbed. She screamed when her husband latched unto her arm.
The blonde burst out crying again falling on his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Bonnie smiled and then the world faded away.
-o0o-
Bonnie awoke to laughter. Her eyes blurred but slowly a fire came into focus. Where was she? Was Lord Salvatore all right? She heard laughter again, and the screams of people. Bonnie sat up. She was in the forest away from the ruckus. She could see a group of people in the distance surrounding a fire, and bodies strung up in a tree. She was in the shadows watching people, no witches, she could feel their power being siphoned away, be tortured and killed.
There was a rustle behind her and the witch started. She turned slowly and cursed as she spotted the Hybrid King covered in blood. Bodies lay around him as he lay in gluttony. Bonnie took in the sight, tears staining her cheeks as she recognized the emblems of mage. He had killed them. At least 10 corpses littered the ground around him and there is no telling how many more lay at the campsite. Bonnie gasped and the Hybrid King opened his eyes. He was up and in predator mode within seconds.
Niklaus sniffed the air. For some reasons he got a very faint scent of something familiar. Something like home.
"How could you do this," Bonnie screamed.
Niklaus turned watching the woods. Someone was here he could feel it.
"Answer me," Bonnie screamed again her fist hitting his chest.
Niklaus fought the urge to scratch the sudden tickle on his chest. He stood still waiting for his stalker to reveal themselves. Niklaus listened closely. He tasted the air. He senses said no one was there, yet…
"So you're going to ignore me? " Bonnie said through her tears. When she finally looked up at him she saw that he was looking through her and was on alert.
"No." She said waving her hands.
The trace of that familiar scent wafted to the Hybrid's nose, and then disappeared.
He couldn't see her. He didn't know she was here. What if she died? What if she expended too much power? Bonnie's hand went to her stomach.
"Bean" she whispered, but Bonnie felt life. She was confused and tired. Bonnie searched her mind for other options.
What if…? Qetsiyah. The sorceress had done something to her. It was the only explanation, but what?
I can't believe this Bonnie said walking around, trying to figure out what could be possibly happening to her, trying to ignore the sorrow and anger building inside of her. She couldn't concentrate because the smell of blood was making her nauseous.
Niklaus slowly settled, knocking a few of the witches' bodies away from him. He growled at his men who were making entirely too much noise. They quieted but the screams continued into the night. Secretly Niklaus wanted them to stop too. Every grunt, every sob foretold of the pain and headache he would have to face when he returned home.
"I'm doing this for you. You know." Niklaus said into the night.
Bonnie turned towards the hybrid. Had he seen her this whole time? Was he too ashamed to face her?
"It's either their blood or yours, and to me that is no choice. They call me a monster: a terror, a warmonger. Maybe a lifetime ago. Now all I can do is think of my boy, and his stubborn mother." Niklaus said his head hung. After a moment he growled again.
"Well guess what I am a monster, and the whole world will know pain if it means my boy will live in peace. That's what fathers are supposed to do. Fight the monsters so you won't have to." Niklaus spat pushing off the ground. His fist hit a tree and it shook causing several bats to take off into the night. Niklaus thought about Kael's words. And Bonnie? She is mage through and through. You will want her love.
"I did it for you." Niklaus whispered.
Bonnie swallowed. She inhaled sharply when the moonlight flashed across the white of the King's eyes. They were wet just like his clothes damp with blood.
Air rushed in Bonnie's ears. Her feet lifted off the ground as she was being pulled backwards.
She woke up coughing as Lord Damon and Greta knelt over her.
"She's coming back." Greta said waving sage over her.
"You fainted. We couldn't wake you." Lord Damon said wiping her brow.
"Did it happen again?" Greta said checking her eyes, aura, and pulse. Bonnie nodded.
"Did what happen again?" Caroline said from the bed. Lord Salvatore was attached to her neck now as Caroline tried to see if her friend was okay. Stefan reached up to hold his wife still.
"Is something wrong? You're not getting sick on my watch. Kelsey, get the medics in here." Damon commanded.
"Nothing is wrong." Bonnie said groaning.
"How would you know you just finished your apprenticeship? Where the hell is Ping?" Damon questioned.
"I just stitched your brother soul back in his chest and your still calling me an apprentice." Bonnie groaned trying to sit up.
"She has a point." Greta said grabbing the elixir from Ping as he walked in the room. She uncorked it smelled it for it's contents then handed it over to Bonnie.
"She's going to need some ginger and chamomile too." Greta said getting to her feet.
"Wait. I thought healing magic isn't your specialty." Bonnie said grimacing around a headache.
"It isn't. Doesn't mean I'm not good at it." Greta informed.
"You could have saved him yourself." Bonnie looked up at the smirking witch.
"Could have but I wanted to see you in action, plus I wanted the blonde bitch to beg." Greta said smiling at Caroline.
"You're unbelievable." Bonnie groaned.
"Wait until I get off this bed." Caroline said trying to rise. Stefan grunted and Caroline calmed.
"What for? Are you going to thank me for saving Lord Salvatore's life?" Greta asked blinking at the blonde. Caroline narrowed her eyes.
"Thank you for saving the ripper's life." Damon said sincerely still watching Bonnie carefully. He didn't want to deal with the King if anything happened to her.
Greta smirked down at Damon but nodded to him.
"Yes." Everyone turned as the weak vampire tried to catch his breath to speak.
"Thank you both." He said looking in Greta's eyes.
Greta nodded, and then eyed Caroline.
"Thank you." Caroline said through her teeth.
Greta smiled looking down at Bonnie. She and Damon helped the witch to her feet.
"When is the last time you have eaten? Knowing Niklaus's little monster he probably needs to eat." Bonnie's mind flashed back to the scene in forest. Broken bodies scattered at Niklaus's feet. Bonnie tried to concentrate on the here and now. She had no idea how she felt.
"If you mean little bean, SHE probably could use a little something."
"What are you standing there for? You heard the companion. Bring something for everyone, and I could use a human too. In honor of my brother's return bring me a blonde."
-o0o-
Bonnie and Greta were walking in the gardens. Bonnie was trying to come up with away to thank Greta, and broach the subject of Niklaus. Greta was an asset. Bonnie knew that now. The witch could teach her so many things. The problem was Bonnie's possessive side wouldn't let her open her mouth. As it stood now Greta was leaving and Camille had taken up with her lover. It did not mean the King could not or would not take other lovers but Bonnie could not broach the subject. So she walked silently by the woman who embodied Bonnie's dreams and her fears, and now she understood how Greta had got here.
Greta chuckled beside her. "Your face gives you away. Do you ever wonder why I haven't cursed you?"
Bonnie sighed, "I don't know? You were afraid to die."
"Until recently, I believed Niklaus could never kill me. Foolish I know, but before that I knew that loving him would be punishment enough."
"You assumed that I would fall in love him?"
"Silly witchling, to know him is to love him." Greta said somberly.
"Greta -I" Bonnie stopped midspeech as she saw the processional entering the courtyard. The ladies of Sapphire wore their ceremonial blue robes. One or some of their sisters had fallen. Bonnie felt guilt as she stretched to see if the King's guard where behind them.
"My Lady." Phaedra bowed before Greta. Greta looked at the coffin on the carriage, and then she looked around at her coven.
"Where is Magda?" She said. She hoped Niklaus hadn't ordered her to stay in battle when they clearly had funeral rites to perform.
"She makes her journey to the other side." Kael said walking up beside Phaedra.
"What?" Greta said looking to Phaedra. Bonnie stood there unsure what to do. She wanted to reach out to the witch.
"She faced the originals?" Greta asked unsure how Magda could have fallen to just anyone.
"Yes." Phaedra said telling the truth.
"Which one did this?" Greta said her eyes darkening, her hands glowing. "They want a war. I will give them one."
Phaedra was silent. She looked to the dragon. Kael took a moment to figure out how to deescalate an already charged powerhouse.
"Answer me." Greta screamed.
"Just tell her." Cara said tears screaming down her face. Bonnie looked between the two mages eyes downcast in front of the Sapphire leader. Her stomach lurched. I am a monster.
"Niklaus." Bonnie uttered. Both women's eyes shot to the companion. Greta looked between the three of them her eyes confused.
"He did this?" Greta hissed. After everything she still couldn't believe he could do this to her.
"Yes Madam." Phaedra said her eyes glistening.
"Why?" Bonnie asked desperate for any reason to believe he was not the man she knew he was.
"She spoke out of turn." Kael answered. The dragon turned and her spell slid into place.
Greta looked up at the dragon. A wicked smile on her face as tears moistened her cheeks.
"You think a protection spell is going to stop my revenge. Where were you when Magda needed protecting?"
"Where were you? She was your charge." Kael answered.
"I was were I was supposed to be. I dedicated my coven, my sisters to his foolish cause and he kills my second. My mentor. I will have his head, and yours too intercept." Greta spat.
Bonnie looked over to the dragon. Kael was once an intercept on the triumvirate?
"Greta?" Bonnie pleaded.
Greta turned to Bonnie her face the picture of fury.
"Don't you dare! We are witches. We fight for our own. Is that not what you told me? He will burn for this. You all will." The heaven's split and lightening surged down striking the ground where Greta once stood. Bonnie looked up at the coven members but they had vanished as well. Only Kael, Cara and Bartholomew stood in front of the companion with an empty cart.
-o0o-
Niklaus envisioned those lips wrapped around his cock as he fisted himself. He thought of that tight little ass bouncing against him. He wished for a taste of the salt on the skin of her nipples. He hand pumped as he imagined being inside of her.
Bonnie tossed in her sleep her nipples tout and clit throbbing. She rubbed herself trying to release some of the pressure. Her pussy quaked, the sheets beneath her drenched.
He imagined her trembling under him as he filled her. He was close. He could almost smell her, that intoxicating scent. He would give anything to feel the slide of her, to breath in the aroma of her skin and the blood just underneath. He imagined biting into her. He could taste her blood in his mouth as his fantasies spilled out over his hand working every desire out of him.
Bonnie awoke her thighs wet with her dreams and her pillow wet with blood.
-o0o-
Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol waited in the parlor of their descendant's estate. The place was dilapidated, but it was better than sleeping in the forest, especially when Niklaus's army had been slaughtering anyone who had any past or current relation to the three of them.
"How do you know we can trust this girl?" Elijah worried aloud.
"If she is lying, we will kill her." Kol answered unbothered.
"And her mistress are we to kill her as well?" Elijah said sick of his brother's arrogance.
"Why are you always so miserable brother?" Kol asked. Elijah noted he had no problem sacrificing his lover's coven to their psychotic brother. Elijah still could not figure out who was worst. Well actually that was untrue, but he had let his anger and thirst for revenge cloud the truth, and now he was really stating to regret it. Niklaus they could handle. Niklaus, the Merlin, and the Triumvirate that would be a problem. Elijah only hoped Kol wouldn't find a way to rouse the wolves.
"I am doing this for all of us." Kol persuaded.
"You are doing this for revenge." Elijah answered.
"That is for all of us."
"This is ridiculous. What were you thinking? Now we will have to contend with the Triumvirate as well." Elijah said speaking his mind.
"Not to mention he practically painted a map of our whereabouts." Rebekah chimed in saddened by all the sisters and brothers that were being slaughtered on Kol's whim.
"I almost had him." Kol urged.
"I'm afraid, almost is not sufficient enough to dissuade are brother." Elijah responded.
"Why are you so worried about the Triumvirate, Elijah? Since when do we cower for witches?"
"It amazes me how disrespectful some vampires and hybrids are to witches when we created your line. You yourself were born mage were you not?" The witch said stepping into the room.
"As promised sire, I have delivered my mistress." The redheaded woman said bowing before the originals.
"Greetings, My lady." Kol said smiling.
"Kol. Elijah. Rebekah." The witch answered. Rebekah looked over the witch. She hadn't changed one bit. While they were stuck rotting in the ground, life had been apparently good to her. Rebekah pursed her lips looking over the woman she once considered her sister, the traitor who had stuck a knife in her back.
"Greta."
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