Fire and Blood

Five years ago, Bonnie Bennett left after the Mikaelson family did. Elena is now a vampire and her humanity is slipping with each day. On the anniversary of Bonnie's disappearance, Caroline receives a letter from her best friend. But what is it that she wants?

Author's Note:

Season Four never happened. Alaric never got turned into a vampire, never got possessed either. Delena happens (only because fuck it, I don't give a fuck about either of them anymore) Forwood is still on and Stefan is currently single. All of the original fam is in New Orleans.

i don't own anything but Mischa, Kit and Adrian

"I shall take what I want with fire and blood."

Danearys Stormborn Targaryen

Chapter One

"What are you doing?"

Bonnie stood in the doorway of the living room, her eyes locked on the person in front her. Tiny hips swayed back and forth to keep the thick red hoop around her middle as she hummed to herself. Inky black hair was held in a ponytail and her eyes filled with mirth as she met the other girl's eyes. "Morning Bon-Bon. How did you sleeping?" she asked as if what she was doing was not something that would raise eyebrows.

"I slept fine," Bonnie said. "But you didn't answer my question."

"Oh! Kit and I had a bet. If I can hula hoop for three hours, I don't have to go with him to the Mikaelson ceremony tonight. And if he wins, I have to wear something frilly and light colored."

"Morning love!" cried a male voice walked up behind Bonnie and planting a kiss on her cheek. "What happened to getting the morning...Misch what are you doing?"

"Winning a bet," grinned the other female. "Wanna get in on it big brother?"

"No."

"Is Kit still asleep?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes he is," answered the male. "Well this is interesting but I'm going to get coffee. Bonnie dear, french vanilla creamer and one cube of sugar am I right?"

Bonnie nodded. He turned to the hula hooping girl. "Mischa what do you want?"

"Hazelnut creamer and one cube of sugar." She said nonchalantly as she continued her mission. "Thank you Adrian!"

Adrian sighed and giving Bonnie one more kiss, this one on her lips, he headed into the kitchen. "Good luck Misch!" he called over his shoulder as he continued his trek. Bonnie took a seat on the couch and watched as Mischa swayed her hips.

"So how was last night?" Mischa asked.

"Good," Bonnie smiled. It was a bright one.

"Well it seems it was a pretty damn good night considering that 'I just had the best sex in the world' grin on your face. You're glowing like the sun, sister dear." Mischa's smile turned into a leer. Bonnie didn't even blush, if she had been younger, she would have but Mischa's blunt tongue was something she had grown accustom to. Mischa laughed.

"I just had sex~" she sang and Bonnie's blank expression morphed into a smile and a laugh escaped her mouth. "And it feels so go (Feels so good) A woman let me put my penis inside her. (Never go back) To the not-having sex ways of the past~"

Bonnie laughed. "Oh Mischa," she praised.

"I love you too." Mischa said and looked at the clock. "I've been going at this for an hour now."

Bonnie shook her head. Mischa enjoyed partaking in bets, pranks and anything that made her little brother happy. And knowing that, she knew that Mischa would go up to another hour and then break, stating she got tired and light up when her baby brother's face was glowing. Bonnie knew this because she and Adrian did it too. Even though Kit hated it. He hated being babied by his family.

"So are you ready for it?" Mischa asked breaking Bonnie of her musing.

"I suppose. I mean it's been three years and I still can't believe this," Bonnie sighed.

"Hey it's not my fault our family is like witchy royalty you know," Mischa stated and then switched her hips, the hoop moving in the other direction. "But if anyone was gonna keep the peace with my brother, I'm glad it was you. If I was ruling, you know it would be hell. Too deep in dark magic and all that."

She was using air quotes again. Bonnie really did feel for her sister in law. Mischa had been the "black sheep" of the family for years, ever since she was a child. People expected her to be the one to go crazy and destroy everything like their uncle; who was killed years before her birth. She had dabbled in dark magic in her early teenage years, and accidentally killed someone. But she didn't succumb to the darkness. She tried her hardness to keep away from it.

The last time she used dark magic had been five years ago; the same time Bonnie had used it. Oddly enough, it was that night that Adrian realized how much he loved Bonnie and wanted to marry her. But it wasn't a celebration that night. It was a mourning, a night when they could breath before the rest of their air supply was knocked out of them all.

"It's not your fault Mischa," Adrian said as he walked over to his sister, giving her her cup of coffee. She thanked him and took a long sip. She had been up since the break of dawn and expresso was a must. Bonnie took her coffee and rewarded her husband with a kiss. It was quick but passionate. "Thank you beautiful."

"Stop calling me that."

"Not until you get in your head that you are beautiful, worth every ounce of breath and any man who turned an blind eye to your selflessness, loyalty, and stubbornness is a damn fool." Adrian said and set her coffee down before pulling her up and spinning her around, kissing from her knuckles up to her shoulder. Dark eyes met emerald ones before he kissed her cheeks. Once, twice, three times. He kissed her neck, sucking the skin and making sure to leave a mark and dipped her once and kissed her again. "However no man can have you but me. You're mine Bonnie, and I am yours. Should any man think about taking you from me, death will be the least of their worries."

"So romance," Mischa sighed. "Good morning Kit~!"

The couple looked away from each other and looked at the youngest member of their family. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and waved before walking up to Adrian and taking his cup of coffee, drinking it. Adrian frowned softly but the smile in his eyes told Bonnie otherwise. He didn't mind his baby brother stealing his coffee.

"Sleep well sweetie?" Bonnie asked. Kit nodded and smiled warmly.

"That's good sport," Adrian said ruffling his already messy hair. "Now can you please refill my coffee?"

The younger witch stuck his tongue out but nodded, heading off to the kitchen to refill his brother's cup. Mischa waited, counting down to twenty in her head and when Kit returned at five seconds, she stopped.

"WHOO! Oh man! I can not this," she muttered as the hoop dropped to the living room floor. "You win kid. What do I have to wear?"

Bonnie sighed and leaned her head on Adrian's. "Do we have to go to that silly ball?"

Adrian nodded. "Yes love."

Bonnie huffed. "I don't want to go."

Mischa laughed. "As the queen of New Orleans, well the supernatural part, you have to attend. Especially since you're quite familiar with the Mikaelsons. And because it's cute when Kit gets all red around Kol."

Kit glared at his sister. She held her hands up. "Not my fault you like him."

"Misch leave him alone," Adrian warned.

"Fine."

Kit smiled softly at his brother and wrapped his arms around Bonnie. The Bennett witch smiled down at her brother in law. Adrian watched as his wife cuddled up with her youngest in law yet his eyes were on the younger boy's throat. Three simple lines, faded scars from torture at the hands of Marcel those years ago, was one of the bitter reminders of that night.

The other was the loss of his baby brother's voice. Marcel had tortured him so much, almost crushed his windpipe but managed to severally damage the vocal chords to render Kit mute the rest of his life. Adrian missed his voice. There wasn't a day where he wished Kit would open his mouth and speak. But then again, it was just good having his brother alive.

The doorbell rang, alerting the family of witches that someone was there. Mischa walked towards the door, leaving the other three. Kit looked interested and Adrian and Bonnie just shared a look.

Rebekah Mikaelson walked into the room, Mischa trailing behind her. Bonnie's sweet expression changed then. From loving and caring, to strict and firm, a look Rebekah remembered from the girl's time in Mystic Falls. But there was something different about this look. Something Rebekah and her entire family respected from the Bennett witch.

Power.

"Your message has been sent," the blonde said.

"Thank you," replied the witch. "Tell Nik to set them up in your mansion the night they arrive. I believe it will give him a good excuse to try and woo Caroline again."

Rebekah laughed. "I'm rooting for Emily," she stated as if discussing the weather. "I'll rely the message. Until then, my Queen."

Bonnie watched as the vampire dipped, "Until then, my dear friend."

The vampire said her round of goodbyes to the other witches and left. Kit went to stand next to Mischa while their brother slid an arm around his wife.

"Love," Adrian said. Bonnie smiled, looking into his dark eyes. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"You'll destroy them won't you?" Mischa asked.

Bonnie looked at them. "Only Damon," she said. "If he lays harm to any of you or this own, I will not hesitate to kill him."

"I shall take what I want with fire and blood," Mischa said. Bonnie smirked.

"A lovely idea dear sister."