Okay, Bennett Fandom! Here goes another one. Let me first thank you for all the follows, favorites, and reviews. The motivation y'all give is real. The proof is in the updates. This is like the third one in three days. SMFH! Francesca won't let me sleep (Pay no attention to the chick chained to her keyboard)! And as for pairing goes—drumroll please…the, I's have it! Harem fic it is! So get ready for sweet lemony goodness x five! Well I'ma slide to the left to let the disclaimer start his denying and disavowing. Hopefully, I'll see you guys on the other side. Alright, Disclaimer. I think they ready…
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
Rebekah breasts heaved in relief upon discovering the Bennett witch in the pool quarters. Her relief fled however when the blended scent of blood, sex, and Bonnie's intoxicating arousal violated her olfactory senses. Kol!
"What the devil have you done, Kol?" She demanded before zipping to the bed. The blended fragrance strengthened and coated her tongue when she towered over them.
Kol reclined on a mountain of pillows with his eyes closed while her lovely dove rested upon his bare chest. He wore a peeving Cheshire grin as his fingers stroked the length of the witch's naked spine. If he'd gone and ruined the Bennett Witch he'd discover himself daggered and languishing in his coffin indefinitely. Their mother and Niklaus would never forgive him for such abandoned recklessness.
"Relax, Bekah," he said without opening his eyes. "I merely offered the little witch stimulation without the benefit of penetration. I cavorted well in the parameters of proper preparation etiquette."
"And what of the glass then?" She questioned as she sent several pointed glares to the jagged shards protruding from the window frames, and the fragmented pieces littering the floor.
"Nothing more than a manifestation of the little witch's sorcery." A tiny smirk ensnared his thin lips. His beady little eyes opened to regard her. "She's spectacular, sister. I'm doubtful she even noticed her display of magic. Her powers are like none other I've ever tasted."
Was he insane?! At this rate he wouldn't be long for his coffin. Nik would surely dagger the bloody fool for this indiscretion. "It is one thing to slip a few drops of your blood into her tea, but a blood exchange?" His idiocy astounded. "Bloodletting the Bennett Witch is not included in the witch's instruction, Kol. You're more than fully aware of the ramifications an external blood bond will have on the mating bond forged between her and Nik at the conclusion of the quickening."
"Why are you here, Rebekah?" He dropped a kiss on the sleeping dove's brow, before turning to penetrate her skull with a well-aimed narrowed-eyed glare. "I fear the witch is spent from our rather…rigorous encounter. Any further tutelage you may desire to convey to Bonnie this eve will not be well received. In verity-,"
Her eyes rolled until they met the back of her head. "Oh shut it, Kol! Mother sent me to collect Bonnie. Elijah's arrived and she requests we dine as a family afore she reveals the witch's heritage to her. Now take your leave so that I may ready her for our noble brother's ever critical perusal," she said as she reached down to brush away a few wavy tendrils from the witch's flawless face.
Damn Kol and his insatiable appetites. She'd planned to seduce her lovely little dove at the conclusion of the evening. Now she'd have to deny her cravings for yet another day.
"How did you fare in Dubai, my son?" Esther inquired, before taking a sip from her dainty Floral Eden tea cup.
She sat across from Elijah Mikaelson upon a wingchair fashioned in nineteenth century England. The understated but elegant black cocktail dress she donned hugged her from shoulders to mid-calf. As always she embodied the epitome of style and sophistication.
He presented her with a small smile as he crossed a leg over the other. "Sweltering and decadent. The diversions there however, were quite memorable."
"I'm pleased the city provided you with a modest amount of amusement," she returned his smile with a genuinely welcoming one of her own. She clapped her hands together. "Now, what of Niklaus. Did he send word?"
"Greta and he are currently debasing the French Riviera," he informed.
"Greta!" his mother expressed as if someone had shoved something rather distasteful into her mouth.
He inclined his head to concur with her sentiments. Greta Martin was a powerful witch to be sure, but her disposition left a great deal to be desired. "Niklaus requested I assure everyone that he'll attend us all when conflicting circumstances permit."
"Conflicting circumstances?!" Esther seethed as she replaced the cup and saucer on the tea table. "Why, what circumstance could take priority over Bonnie's quickening?" Within moments following, her eyes narrowed. "Greta Martin, indeed! It's her influence, I tell you. She's convinced your brother to forego the quickening in favor of unraveling the sun and moon curse by utilizing the blood of the human doppelganger." She gripped the arms of the chair. "Well it won't work! At least not in the way he assumes. Though his hybrid side will in fact be unbound, his sorcery will forever be lost to him. Doppelganger blood is quite faulty that way. The Martin witch will ruin us all with her constant interfering and advising."
"Nik would never adhere to such advisement," Kol said. He entered the parlor by way of the patio doors. "My fanatical brother is a great many of things. Ingenuous, however, isn't among them."
Elijah's scrutinizing gaze glided over his baby brother. The little wretch donned a graphic oil pattern dinner jacket which appeared to be a Tom Ford's original. Well done. He'd chosen his attire well, which was highly suspicious within itself. Kol never took care with his wardrobe. He believed himself to be Nature's undying gift to needle and thread. His deviation from his usual devil may care conduct on all things, trends and styles, guided Elijah to the belief his younger sibling's newly discovered interest in fashion was for the sole benefit of impressing the Bennett witch.
Elijah returned his gaze to their mother. "Niklaus only wishes to increase his odds of success."
"And what of us?" Kol demanded. "Are we to remain without the use of our magic simply because Nik grows weary? If so, then dagger me now. For what's the sodding point of eternity if a fundamental part of yourself has already perished?"
Ignoring his younger sibling's impromptu tantrum, he continued. "He's not certain the Bennett you've discovered is in verity the Bennett Witch foretold in the prophecy."
Esther scoffed, before allowing her eyes to roll. His elder brother Finn placed a calming hand on their mother's shoulder. "Explain," he said in the same jaded tone he'd employed for over a thousand years.
"Throughout his and Greta's travels, they've met another Bennet Witch by the name of Lucille Bennett. Her sorcery is unmatched or so they claim," he answered, while staring down his nose at Finn's plain black shirt and trousers. Really, it was as if he actively chose not to try.
"Rubbish," Kol murmured from his place at the wet bar. "And Nik fancies saying I'm ruled by my passions. Yet, his cock leads him astray of a design which has thrived well over a thousand years in the making."
His baby brother regained his interest. Upon second notice the hint of vanilla, coconuts, and a scrumptiously magical essence teased his nostrils. Well, well, it appeared Kol intended to play the game with his cards pressed covetously to his breast. Hmm. Now he understood his younger sibling's improvised performance earlier that day. Him going to unwarranted lengths to place the human yet very uninspiring doppelganger in his path. If he wasn't interested in the prospective Bennett Witch before he was now indescribably intrigued.
"Niklaus and his blast it loopholes," Finn muttered to himself.
"What of Nik and his blast it loopholes?" Rebekah questioned as she drifted into the parlor hand in hand with the most palatable morsel he'd ever had the fortune to cast his gaze upon.
The enchanting sorceress stumbled into his eternity as a vision in an emerald green and ivory skater dress. The verdant color in the garment enhanced the luxuriant jewel tone in her eyes. The ivory laid bare the aureate undertone of her golden bronzed complexion. She was disconcertingly beautiful to be sure, but the enthralling lure of her magical essence wafting from her person, is what held him captive. The mystical sorcery enfolded itself around him, while uttering vows of debauched nights filled with untold pleasures. He came to his feet. His stare never wandering from the one thing he could very well come to value more than his continued survival.
"Miss Bennett," His mother said, her expression pleased and knowing.
Their mother beckoned for Rebekah, and the enchanting sorceress to come closer. His baby sister guided the staggering witch over to them. Finn rounded the wingchair to bask in Miss Bennett's loveliness as she passed. While Kol drifted from the wet bar as if he were a block of iron caught in the crosshairs of a magnetic force. His rapacious stare unblinking as he beheld the intriguing witch within his sights.
Unfortunately, Miss Bennett appeared to be just as aware of his younger brother. In truth, she seemed to be downright mesmerized by him even as she clung to Rebekah's hand and spared Finn doting glances every so often.
"Please call me Bonnie," Miss Bennett's voice intensified his over stimulated senses. She flicked a more than curious glance his way before retraining a beseeching stare on his mother. "Look, Mrs. Mikaelson. There's no way I can accept a car from you. It's too-,"
"Nonsense, Bonnie. The automobile belongs to you and I won't hear anything otherwise to the contrary." His mother gave her a dismissive wave. "Now, I'd like to introduce my son Elijah. Elijah this is Bonnie Bennett."
He took possession of her free hand, before bowing and brushing his mouth against her palm. Whips of pulsing energy pricked the surface of his lips. In turn, every nerve in his face short circuited and expired. Shock stretched his eyes to an unrealistic size as clarity feasted on his confusion. He couldn't feel his fucking face! Soon after, however, every muscle dedicated to manipulating his features raptured, giving birth to the very first facial orgasm. He groaned as he struggled not to misplace his seed in the delicate fabric of his trousers.
Excitement trounced him and filched away his control. Without expressed consent on his part, his fangs perforated his gums and nicked the soft skin of Miss Bennett's palm. A fetching deep crimson red pooled within the jagged edges of the laceration.
"Son of a bitch!" Miss Bennett snatched her hand from his grasp. The Waterford crystal table lamp exploded several feet to his right. Briefly, showering the room in rainbow arcs.
A growl thundered from Kol's chest as he closed the distance between him and the based tongue Miss Bennett. Deceptively, he pressed kisses in her palm while skewering him with a truly homicidal scowl. Finn stood beside their mother settling him with disdainful glares, while Esther appeared to be drowning in mortification. Rebekah, however, cackled like a deranged loon.
"My apologies, Miss Bennett. It appears my nails are sharper than my manicurist assured," he murmured some nonsense quite undone by his infantile actions.
"Nails?" She scoffed, and then glared at him in the way and intellect would regard a fool. "You bit me, asshole! What the hell is it with you Mikaelsons?"
Hannibal wandered into the parlor employing the pace of snail. "Supper is served, Lady Mikaelson. Now if all would be so good as to follow me to the dining area."
"How about we give you a bloody advantage and follow within fifteen to twenty minutes, old boy?" Rebekah said. Her tone rather condescending.
Hannibal inclined his silver haired head. "As you wish, Lady Mikaelson."
"Well now, then," Rebekah said, clapping her hands together once Hannibal exited the parlor a full five minutes later. "How about we have drink while you enlighten Bonnie on her lineage and all things supernatural which lurks in the shadows?"
"So what you're saying is, I come from a super long line of witches," Bonnie wide unassuming eyes touched upon every Mikaelson in the parlor.
Esther's head bobbed. "The very first line of magical witches. Your lineage goes back thousands of years," she felt the need to add.
"It's practically prehistoric, Dove," Rebekah said before guzzling down more of his gin and tonic.
"A very old line of witches," Bonnie repeated, slowly nodding as she raised an index finger. "And not only is there such a thing as magical witches, but vampires exist as well. Which…you all are?"
"I, myself, am also a witch," Esther corrected as concern poured from her eyes, "My children however, are vampires,"
"Original vampires, darling. For we are the first of our kind," Kol interjected, stroking the palm of her injured hand that now barely even had a scar.
The pricks of energy penetrating her hand dehydrated her entire oral cavity. She wanted more than anything to yank her appendage from his grasp, but he felt fucking amazing. Truth be sold, being sandwiched between he and Rebekah on the love seat slung her senses into sensory overload. No matter how crazy she thought them to be. But did she really think them crazy? Especially, after her afternoon with Kol?
In attempts to relieve the dryness in her mouth she swallowed. Her efforts only triggered a bout of dry heaves. Finn kneeled before her and pressed a cold bottle of water into her free hand. She offered him slight nod accompanied with a tiny grimace that substituted as smile, before opening the bottle and downing half of its content.
"Bonnie, are you alright?" When Bonnie refused to say anything or even to tear her gaze from the bottled water, she heard Esther sigh. "I fear we've overwhelmed you. We should give you an opportunity to recover. Come, let's all attend dinner. Our discussion can be resumed at the conclusion of the evening."
Esther's words snatched her out of her thoughts. Eating dinner with the Mikaelson's after everything they'd told her was a big motherfucking no go! They were all either insane or worse telling the truth. And at that moment she couldn't face their crazy or their truth.
She squirmed her way free of Rebekah and Kol to stand. "Um, I can't…" Swinging her head from side to side, she raised her hands and backed away. "Not right now. I need time to process…" Her gaze darted about the room. "…all of this."
"But, Miss Bennett, there's more. There's a prophecy-," Finn began.
She raised the injured hand to slow his roll. "I don't give a fuck!" When his face fell guilt kicked holes in her mounting agitation. "Shit, Finn. I'm sorry, but you have to understand how all of this sounds to me."
Without two second thoughts brushing together in her head, she strolled over to the eldest Mikaelson sibling and placed a hand to his face. The intense pulses which surged between his cheek and her palm weakened her all the way down to her ankles. His eyes slipped closed as he reached up to wrap her wrist in a loose grip. He swallowed and the Adam's apple in his throat moved up and down. Gawd, how she wanted to twist herself around this man. No…this vampire. She blinked.
All her issues with the Mikaelson clan tumbled forth and buried her ass. She yanked her hand from his face, dislodging her wrist from his grasp in the process. How the hell was this her life right now? She kicked off the emerald stilettos Rebekah had coerced her into, and then spun on her heel to race toward the door leading out to the main hallway. Before she could cross the threshold, Kol appeared in front of her. Almost as if he'd stepped out of thin air.
"Unholy, hell!" She sputtered.
"Step aside, Kol," Elijah said in a relaxed tone which thinly veiled the iron forged in his words.
Kol unmoved by Elijah's command continued to hold the floor down in front of her. He towered over her. Watching her with the same unflinching stare that made her forget everything. Including her name. Yeah, this Mikaelson was the real challenge. Her pull to him was the strongest of them all. She fucking ached for him. The growing need she had of him had steadily begun to possess her. A smirk curved his mouth as if he had a front row seat to every thought going pound for pound in her head. Her gaze narrowed. But more than she needed him or them, she needed space to clear it all out. She required clarity more than she needed the Mikaelson's.
A phrase materialized in her mind's eye. "Nulla misericordia."
Surprise snatched his narrowed gaze wide, before his signature taunting expression slid back into place. He then stepped to the side, giving her the space and opportunity she craved to get the hell out of there.
It took Bonnie twenty minutes to arrive home. Since she refused to take the car Esther gave her, she decided to walk. With all of the supposed animal attacks going on in Mystic Falls lately it might not have been the smartest idea, but what was she going to do? Wait an hour and a half for Hannibal to pull the car around? Nope. The longer she remained at Mikaelson House the more her resolve to leave melted away. So she marched over five and half miles home bare foot.
By the time she reached her front door, her feet were busted to hell and Stefan Salvatore lounged on the stair railing of her porch steps. Her eyes rolled on their own accord. Every piece and part of her was so over the dumb shit. She had zero tolerance for whatever bullshit he called himself going door to door selling.
"What the hell do you want?" She demanded as she ascended her porch steps on the tips of her toes, careful not to drive the glass further into the balls and arches of her feet. "If you're here to tell me to stay away from the Gilbert's then you've wasted your time and mine."
She reached under a white washed wooden rocking chair next to the door and removed the key taped under the seat. In her great escape she'd fucked around and forgot her house keys in the pocket of her jeans which still parlayed on the bungalow's floor at the Mikaelson's.
"It's nothing personal, but Elena's worried about Jeremy. He's troubled." His expressed concerns on Elena's behalf provoked the corner of her upper lip to quirk in a sneer as she slid the key in the lock. "And the drugs you're selling him isn't helping matters. You know I thought your kind was better than this."
"My kind?" Bonnie whirled around to face him.
"You know, servants of nature," he said with hands stuffed into the front pockets of his jeans as he straight-faced the hell out of her. "Aren't you supposed to maintain the balance?"
She folded her arms across her chest. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but if I did…I'd tell you mushrooms and organic herb will level a crunk situation out real quick. Hence, maintaining the balance. And that—BTW—is only thing Jeremy Gilbert has ever received from me. Now get the hell off of my porch before I start to take all of this shit personally," she said, before turning to push open the door.
Cold fingers gripped her elbow to stop her from entering the house. Visions of blood puddles and dismembered body parts flooded her mental. The icy hold of death embraced her. Apprehension twisted her insides and triggered her guts to rumble. Horrified screams perforated her ear drums, rendering her auditory senses useless. Stefan's face flickered between human and bloodthirsty fiend. He was one of them...a vampire. Unholy shit! She yanked her arm from his grasp, and then stepped across the threshold into the safety of her house.
Once inside a gust of air and a flurry of movement whipped around her front porch. When the whirl of action gave birth to stillness, Stefan dangled from Kol's fist.
He stared the shorter vampire directly in the eyes. The muscles in his face, locked in an expressionless mask. "You will never again come here to seek out Bonnie Bennett. From this day forth you'll maintain your distance from the Bennett Witch."
Stefan blinked, but managed to speak. "I will never come here or seek out the Bennett Witch again."
"Also, your memories of 1920's Chicago are now yours to claim, mate. Along with your newly acquired recollections, you'll also have access to the affections and emotions which accompanies them." He then placed a dazed Stefan back on his feet. "Now have your leave, Ripper."
Bonnie watched with her mouth hanging wide as Stefan zipped off her porch at superhuman speed.
Kol then turned to regard her with the same narrowed eyed fiery stare she'd come to consider as hers. "Invite me in," he said as he closed the distance between them.
"Come in, Kol," she whispered without even an inhalation of hesitation.
The wicked smile which ensnared his lips and flashed his slightly extended fangs gave her pause. He reminded her of a stalking lion poised to take down a gazelle. No good could come of her issuing him an invitation into her home or life. However, when he stepped inside and his mouth found hers. Their tangling tongues transformed each of her doubts into reluctant certainties. In that moment she knew she had to have him. Hell, she had to have them all…even Elijah. Everything else she'd figure out in time.
"So what of mother's Bennett Witch, brother?" Niklaus Mikaelson enquired as he watched Lucy Bennett pleasure his paramour Greta Martin. The cleverest of smirks pursued his lips. And they said a Bennett Witch would never bow before another. "Is she as exquisite as my spies and our siblings claim?" When a ripple of ecstasy crossed Greta's lovely features, he stroked his cock.
"She's indescribable. There are no words which can communicate the allure of her beauty or the intoxicating draw of her magic." A sigh saturated with undiluted yearning hissed from Elijah's end of the line.
His elder brother's reaction gave him pause. Elijah never postured upon romantic notions outside the preparation of the perspective Bennett Witch or an appearance of another human doppelganger. Such displays of longing was uncharacteristic of him. His scrutiny drifted to the powerful witch plundering his Greta's charms. The magic she exuded compelled each strand of fine hair on his body to stand. Their attraction cavorted along the boundaries of magnetic. Truth be professed, Greta, Lucy, and he had formed quite the formidable triad.
"Well consider yourself liberated to pluck the delightfully untouched flower," he said, while thrusting upward into his palm. His eyes slipped closed as a spasm of pleasure radiated through his lower abdomen and resonated within his knackers. "I'm beyond content in my current predicament."
"So you intend to form a bond with the Bennett descendant in your custody. Are you certain it's within the witch's capability to unbind and reunite all three of your supernatural processes, Niklaus?" Elijah questioned in a tone edged with cynicism.
"Quite certain, brother," his grip tightened around his cock as he ran the pad of his thumb over the seeping bell head. A trivial shudder undulated throughout him. Greta blew him a kiss as she tangled her fingers in the Bennett Witch's hair. He arched a brow in promise. "Yet, you think me foolish because of my judgement."
"Not foolish," Elijah's tone became measured, "Unwise perhaps. I strongly urge before you arrive at any conclusions on the matter, you become aquainted with Miss Bonnie Bennet of Mystic Falls. She's truly…breathtaking."
"Breathtaking? Try appetizing, brother," Rebekah chortled in the background. "Elijah blundered it all to—bloody—hell by dropping fang when he endeavored to press a kiss into her palm. He frightened my lovely dove senseless, Nik."
Niklaus' hand stilled around his engorged manhood. His elder brother had the discipline of a celibate Tibetan monk when called to compare to the control he held over his vampire faculties. If their Bennett had the power to sever Elijah from his ever enduring restraint, then he'd do well to make the little witch's acquaintance.
"Inform mother that I'll attend her in Mystic Falls in a fortnight."