This is more of a filler, the next chapter is where the fun begins.
Bonnie woke the next morning with a searing headache. The light streaming from her bedroom window blinded her and she hid under her covers. What had happened last night? She groaned and covered her face, racking her brain for answers.
The only thing she could recollect was the rain pouring down her face, a dark figure watching her. Groaning softly again, Bonnie reluctantly pushed the covers off and padded into her small bathroom.
Almost immediately her head pounded in itself and the room blurred. She definitely drank more than her limit, and that wasn't saying much for herself. With her hands bracing against the counter sink, she looked up at her reflection.
She winced inwardly. "Oh god."
The bags under her eyes were dark and her hair was a virtual rat's nest. The worst part? Her entire left side of her neck was covered in dark hickies. Bonnie tentatively reached a hand to touch the bruises. Nobody had ever done that to her before, and she'd bet her ass the figure from last night was responsible. This wasn't good. If anyone saw these, she would have some serious explaining to do.
She could already hear it, Bonnie Bennett, the prude witch turned rogue, Caroline and Elena were going to have a field day. She groaned loudly and dug into her drawer for a bottle of concealer. As she blended the foundation into her skin, a knock sounded against her door.
"Bonnie? You in there?"
She snapped the bottle shut and desperately tried to pull her thin t-shirt higher. It didn't budge.
"Yeah, sorry I'm not decent." She called through the door.
Abby sounded timid, the whole mother thing still wasn't comfortable for her it seemed, "Well okay, I just wanted to say hi. I got here early this morning but you were sound asleep."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Yup it was a long night."
"Oh okay…" Abby trailed off. "Well, this morning I was paid a visit by a very old witch."
Bonnie stilled, her heart beating fast. Esther.
"She wants to meet you, something about us helping her with a problem. She even invited us to a ball." Abby continued.
"When does she want to meet?"
"She told me she'd come back at 1, so you have time to get ready."
Of course Esther would pick the one day where Bonnie was recovering from an extreme hangover.
"Yeah that's fine." She answered tiredly.
As soon as Bonnie heard the door close behind Abby, she rushed out and checked the time on her pink flower clock. It read 11:37. Well shit.
Digging through her closet, she finally dug up a white turtleneck and paired it with a black jean skirt and boots. Standing in the middle of her room, Bonnie rubbed her temples furiously in an attempt to get rid of her headache. She tried desperately to remember last night. How did she even get home? Who changed who clothes?
Needless to say it was going to be a long day.
XXXXX
Kol stood in front of the mirror in the main foyer of the Mikaelson Mansion, carefully adjusting his hair. He could vaguely hear his sister complaining in the room above him, not that he cared anyway.
"Kol!" Elijah's voice shouted. Kol looked up to see his older brother leaning over the banister, looking as suede as ever in a black suite.
"Our dear sister claims someone has replaced her conditioner with shaving cream."
Kol feigned boredom, "So?"
"Niklaus is too busy for such antics and Finn is above all that, which leaves only you." Elijah stated calmly.
Kol paused. Now that he thought about it, he may or may not have done something to Bekah's shower products. He'd never confess to Elijah though.
"Nope, I don't know what you're talking about brother." He shrugged innocently.
Elijah sighed, no doubt fit to be tied with his family already. That's what he got for trying to act high and mighty all the time.
Kol turned to leave, but Elijah wasn't finished yet, "Our mother is throwing a ball, and I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Well of course." Kol muttered sarcastically. He could give two shits about being on his best "behaviour".
"Kol!" Elijah called after him. But he was already out the door, with his leather jacket in tow.
As Kol strolled down the front lawn of the mansion, his thoughts once again resumed to replaying last night. The Bennett witch was truly exquisite, in fact he hadn't met a woman quite so striking since the early 90's. Oh yes, he had to have her. He just hoped she remembered him.
XXXXXX
It wasn't turning out to be such a great day. Bonnie was seated across from the most snoody, demanding witch she had ever met.
"You see, my children don't deserve to live in this world anymore. And that is why they must be destroyed, I cannot live with the burden of all the death's they have caused." Esther rambled.
Abby hummed in agreement as she balanced two tea mugs, placing one in front of Esther and handing the other to Bonnie.
"Thanks mom." Bonnie said, the word mom almost catching on her tongue. Esther simply stared at the mug. Ever since the old bag had caught Bonnie popping 4 advils, the judgmental look hadn't left her face.
Abby sat down at the table and folded her hands, "Just give us the word, and we'll be glad to help."
Esther smiled. Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows, it wasn't a friendly smile.
"Thank you sisters. The spirits thank you as well. And I hope to see the both of you at the ball." She slid two envelopes onto the worn table, their names were engraved on both.
"Yes of course." Abby smiled. Bonnie forced herself to smile as well. She couldn't figure out why her mother was being so friendly to the other witch. If anything, Esther was full of demands and nothing else. Or maybe that was her hangover talking.
Esther thanked them once again before leaving, their screen door slamming behind her.
Bonnie exhaled noisily and took a sip from the tea. "Well that happened."
Abby shot her an exasperated look, "I see no problem with helping her. As you well know, we aren't a vampire loving family. Despite what your friends might think."
Her mom continued giving her a stern look as Bonnie looked into her tea.
"No I know mom. I just think the whole offer is a little suspicious."
"Don't think I don't know what you did last night." Abby said, getting up from the table. "Your whole room reeks of tequila."
"Oh." Bonnie said. She awkwardly finished the last of the tea, feeling grateful that the advil was finally kicking in.
"I may be a little late to the whole mothering thing, but I don't want you out partying. It isn't like you Bonnie."
The young witch snorted, "I'm not trying to be rude, but it's not like you've been around lately, mom."
Abby looked away, her jaw straining.
Grabbing Esther's untouched tea, Bonnie took Abby's silence as her cue to leave and she bounded up the stairs. She needed sleep, badly. With a loud flourish, she threw herself onto her bed, covering her face in her blankets.
However, her slumber was interrupted by her phone ringing.
"Oh my god…" Bonnie groaned. She reached to answer it, pressing the phone against her ear.
"Bonnie Bennett. You would not believe what just got delivered to my door today, by Klaus of all people!" Caroline's voice screamed in her ear.
"Let me guess, an invitation to the Mikaelson's ball." Bonnie boredly answered.
"Yes! How'd you know? Wait, did you get one too?"
"Yeah. Esther personally gave Abby and I one. She also demanded that we do a favor for her."
Caroline snorted, "That sounds strangely suspicious. Isn't she on a mission to bring the family back together? That's what Klaus told me."
"I don't know and I don't care. And don't think you're gonna rope me into a shopping spree to shop for the ball. I'm probably not going." Bonnie said, her other hand coming up to rup her temples.
"Hah, we'll see about that." Caroline gloated, the line hanging up.
Bonnie groaned for the billionth time that day. She needed sleep.