Bonnie & Matt

Bonnie felt something pounding her head. She slowly opened her eyes and it took her a few minutes to adjust to the darkness of the room. The first thing she noticed was someone standing in front of her. She was sure she was in the Lockwood cellar. She tried squinting her eyes to focus who it was but all of a sudden the room erupted in brightness. Flames were lit up everywhere illuminating the room. She sensed something or someone. It was another witch or maybe two. She felt a lot of power surrounding her. She looked ahead of her to see Matt standing there simply dazing at her.

She tried to move but then she noticed the chains encircling her wrists, now blocking her blood circulation. She tried to focus how she ended up here and remembered Matt calling her and when she stepped out of her house someone or something knocked her out. They were all going to leave right away to retrieve the cure and now she was here locked up and chained.

"Matt? What's going on?" She said struggling against the chains. He just gazed at her as if he was not there. As if he'd been COMPELLED. The reply she received, however, she wasn't expecting. It was a female's voice.

"He can't answer you. Stop struggling you'll only hurt yourself more" said a woman emerging from the corner. She was a witch for sure. Tall, dark, skinny but didn't look like she belonged from Mystic Falls or nearby.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Bonnie asked in a firm voice. She was a Bennett. She didn't need to be afraid of a few chains and a little compulsion. She drank vervain regularly and even wore it. And she could easily take out anyone in front of her. She used expression after all.

The witch gathered a few things here and there and added them into a bowl, mixing them. She then cast a sideways glance towards Bonnie and sighed. "You've messed with a lot of powerful people. It's about time you realized that" was all she said before at least 10 more witches came out from hiding looking at her with disdain.

At first Bonnie thought the worst that maybe Klaus had gotten out of the Gilbert living room somehow but then when she heard the voice next she was surprised.

"Hello there Bonnie" Rebekah said slowly walking in gazing at her nails unimpressed. She walked and stood behind Matt.

"What do you want Rebekah?" Bonnie asked trying to distract her while she tried using some sort of spell to bring her down but only it didn't work. Something seemed to be blocking her magic. She couldn't even use expression.

Rebekah smiled evilly. "No need to try little witch. There's a block here." She said placing her hands on Matt's shoulders. "You know all of this could've been avoided if you didn't kill my brother" she stated trying to control her emotions.

"We had to kill Kol. He was trying to kill Jeremy and- she was cut off by another taunting voice. "Don't bother lying love. I was there" came the voice of Klaus Mikaelson from the entrance of the cellar. Her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to ask how he'd come out but he simply laughed.

"You all seemed to have forgotten that I'm a powerful person with powerful friends" he said glancing towards the coven of witches chanting silently, probably blocking her magic.

"Now now Nik don't waste time! Where are the rest?" Rebekah asked tauntingly draining all the color from the witch's face. The rest?

Klaus smirked and held his hands up in surrender. "I compelled the workers. They are being brought here as we speak" he said and right on cue a few men entered bringing in her unconscious friends. First Stefan, Elena, then Damon followed by Tyler and Caroline. The last person, however to enter, was Jeremy who was also half conscious half unconscious. The men threw Damon and Stefan in one cellar and locked it while dumping Elena and Jeremy in the other and Tyler and Caroline in the last.

"I think you brought a few extra" the original female said glancing towards Caroline and Tyler. "But the more the merrier I suppose" she shrugged nonchalantly.

"I have my own reason for bringing them here. Besides we're not completely sure they weren't involved in our baby brother's death" he said and moved out of the cellar without sparing another glance at anyone.

Rebekah, however, stood there and nodded towards the witches who came forward and formed a circle around Bonnie while the tall, dark woman came near Bonnie and placed her hands on her forehead ignoring the young witch's struggles and protest. Soon the coven started chanting loudly and Bonnie's screams echoed throughout the crypt. Blood was streaming down her nose and ears.

Bonnie could barely open her eyes due to the excruciating pain she had felt a few moments ago. She didn't even see the witches go, leaving Matt in the cellar with Caroline and Tyler. She only saw Rebekah crouch down to her level.

"How do you feel now little witch? After this little detox program I'm sure you'll feel exactly what Nik and I felt when you lot killed Kol in front of our eyes." She taunted menacingly.

Bonnie could not believe her ears. Did she just say that the witches had taken her powers away? No! Magic was the only thing she had left. She couldn't lose it too. Hot tears streamed down her face and she whimpered.

"Oh don't cry so soon. Your punishment hasn't even begun yet." Rebekah said standing up. "Rest for now. You're going to need it" She called out over her shoulder and walked away.

Bonnie curled as much as the restraints would allow and screamed and yelled in frustration and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face and that is when the hopelessness of the situation sunk in. Sure they could distract the originals with their pretty blonde friends but then again the originals were feared throughout the world for a reason and they had managed to kill two of them but that didn't mean they would be forgiven by the rest.

Soon she heard the voices of her friends and she sighed. 'This was going to be a long night' she thought. She prepared herself to be bombarded with questions and faced her friends.

Rebekah walked away content, hearing the screams of the witch who made her brother scream in pain. But her revenge had barely even begun. She'd show them the true meaning of hopelessness and despair herself.