A/N: Here's another one, Bennett Lover's! Enjoy…
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 watched Stefan from the Lockwood's second level balcony. He led a girl from the party to a shadowed area of the property. The chit staggered after him over intoxicated and undoubtedly compelled until her level of comprehension compared to that of a tadpole. He'd attempted to persuade her to join him. Yet, the proper mood required to relish bloodletting escaped her.
Bonnie consumed her to the point of obsession. Their confrontation earlier still haunted her every thought. The tension between them made her uncomfortable. Every conversation spoken that day felt forced. Even mundane topics grated on her. A dull ache throbbed at the center of her chest. Of all the Bennett's gone by, why did Bonnie have such a hold over her? She cared for the chit with foolish a heart. The vulnerable organ beat for the witch, exposed and open for all to behold.
"You've been detached all evening, my daughter," Her mother said as she stepped to the banister to stand next to her. "What troubles you?"
"I'm at ease, mother," she ironically lied with ease. "Why ever would you believe otherwise?" Esther simply smiled at her. Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm bloody miserable. The witch refuses to speak to me because I neglected to disclose my past with Marcel before he made an appearance in Mystic Falls."
"Bonnie is not the unforgiving sort. I'm certain if you plead for her pardon she'd bestow it upon you." Esther placed a hand on her forearm as she cast her gaze out over the Lockwood estate.
"It's not only the discourse in our relationship at present," Rebekah covered her mother's hand with her own. "I've come to care for her and I fear my emotions may compromise the design." She studied Esther's profile from the cut of her eye. "What if I'm unable to relinquish my hold on her when the time advances?"
"Rebekah, heed my words. You won't misplace Bonnie once the quickening and mating ritual is complete," she said as she gently squeezed Rebekah's hand. "Can you not comprehend all that will be gained between you and her once the prophecy has had its way? The heights your relationship with her will grow? You will gain a bosom sister."
"I bloody have a sister, I need not another!" She bit her bottom lip. She'd said too much on a subject never meant to be spoken. After deeply inhaling unneeded oxygen, she resumed. "Mother, there's no way I can bring myself to fathom such a time." Her vision blurred. Disparity engulfed her. "For once all this quickening and mating business is complete, she'll be Nik's and mine no more." She brushed a tear from her cheek, undoubtedly smearing her rouge in the process.
"Rebekah, the destination may have already been foretold. The journey, however, has yet to be revealed," Esther said. She allowed an elder couple to pass before she spoke again. "Enjoy your travels. For it determines the affection in which the terminus will be received." As Esther rested head against Rebekah's, she wrapped an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "Now we have addressed matters of the heart, what else concerns you? I sense there is more."
She craned her neck to peer at her mother without an unobstructed view. "I'm not sure I grasp your meaning."
"What precipitated such an in-depth reflection of your association with Bonnie? Was it the return of Marcel or the spiteful words Niklaus may have spewed while in possession of Marcel's body?"
Her eyes flared as her entire person turn in her mother's half embrace. "How ever did you know?"
Esther tsked. "Oh, Rebekah. I may be a mother first, but I'm still considered a powerful witch amongst my peers. I always know when what I have created is nigh. No matter what form he decides to inhabit."
"He threatened to dagger me if I revealed his schemes to you," she said, while feeling the beginning twinges of guilt. "A thousand apologies for not being forthcoming, mother. However, you have absolutely no inkling what Nik is truly like when you give yourself over to your rejuvenating slumber."
"Worry not, Rebekah. Niklaus' threats are quite idle. To dagger you in the form he's in now would mean final desiccation for my beloved grandson. No, he's not attended us early to create conflict. Why, the clever boy has a mind to become aquainted with Bonnie on his own terms." She considered Rebekah with a sideways glance. "Did you perchance witness their initial encounter?"
Rebekah lifted her shoulder as she retrained her gaze back on the Lockwood's manicured lawns. "I did and Nik's smitten. Though, he'd rather perish than admit it, he too has fallen victim to the witch's thrall." She paused as her mind drifted back to the encounter. "Yet, he wasn't alone in his infatuation. By the way Bonnie regarded him, one would've thought Niklaus to be the creator of all."
"Blessed be! The prophesized Bennett!" Her mother murmured. A grin stretched across her face and threatened to disappear into her hairline. "All along I knew it to be so. What of the surge of energy earlier this eve, and the memories it ushered forth?"
"Memories?" Rebekah questioned.
"Worry not. They will reveal themselves to you in due time." Esther waved her off with a flap of the hand. "I'm inclined to believe she may have discovered her talisman. And if my assumption holds true, then her quickening will soon be upon us."
Rebekah's heart twisted a little more in her chest. "Congratulations, Mother. I'm indeed overjoyed for you."
"For us all, Rebekah. Be overjoyed for us all! Soon you and your siblings' magic will be activated and our family will once again be whole," she said.
"You're—big sexy—trouble, Mr. Mikaelson. What have you done to little Bonnie Bennett? Her mouth's filthier than a prostitute receiving work on her knees. Please tell me you haven't led her on in anyway?" The brunette inquired as she descended the stairs leading to the room which the Lockwoods once utilized to house slaves. "I honestly couldn't bring myself to do the strut of shame for someone who can take advantage of a misfortunate teenage girl."
"Shh, darling." Kol shoved the tasty Meredith Fell against the wall next to the door of the underground room. Bloodletting and fucking the chit would be much more blissful if he could compel her to be quiet. Alas, it wasn't to be. Apparently the founding families, ingested vervain like Esther guzzled opium and tea. "For it is my plan to fill your undercarriage with an uncompromising muscle that knows not the definition of end. My paramour should be the least of your concerns."
He captured her lips with his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. As his hand crept up her thigh, her moans increased. Yet, another's moans gave him pause. Along with the pungent blended scent of their coupling. He broke the kiss to peer into the window on the door. The sight within not only shriveled his cock, but it severely shifted his gut.
"I fear this chamber is no longer vacant, darling," he whispered when he shifted his gaze back to her. "Make haste to the stables and I'll be along shortly."
Frustration pinched her features. "Why not come now?"
"I'm attempting to safeguard your reputation. Many tongues will wag if we're discovered together after the upheaval we facilitated earlier this evening," he said.
After a moment of visual warfare, she released a theatric sigh. "Fine, but don't be too long, okay? I have to leave for Whitmore early tomorrow."
"Of course," he agreed.
She kissed him, and then swiftly ascended the stairs. Once she'd taken her leave, he opened the door to step within the room. In silence he regarded the horrendous sight before him. The elder Salvatore crouched over the human doppelganger as he took her from behind, while the blonde bit of fluff squatted between their thighs, applying her lips and tongue to whatever crevice or dangly bits she could reach.
"Excuse my interruption, ladies. I'm afraid your scandalous evening has reached a very much anticipated premature conclusion." He allowed the volume of his voice to soar, so that he may be heard over the moans and grunts.
The Forbes' chit shrieked, and then crawled free from the gap of space between Salvatore and the doppelwench's legs. She employed her fingers to rub the corners of her mouth. With averted eyes, she climbed to her feet and staggered towards the exit. The human doppelganger was slower to respond. Her eyes remained glazed and moans ever present as she pursued her end. The elder Salvatore leveled him with an agitated scowl. A taunting smirk perched itself upon his lips as he withdrew his mobile phone from his pocket. When he'd accessed the moving picture feature on his device he pressed the red button marked record.
"My paramour introduced me to several wicked websites," he said, while moving about in pursuit of a superior angle. "Websites which welcome comically repulsive interactions such as the one you lot presently find yourselves involved."
The shock of being recorded snatched the doppelwench from the ledge of oblivion. "Oh my god! Damon he's filming us." She removed herself from Salvatore's trouser snake. After she righted her dress she made a dash for the exit.
"Fear not," he called after her. "I intend to make you infamous, darling."
"Elena," Salvatore yelled as he moved to follow.
Kol stepped in the dullard's path, and then lifted him up by the throat. His pupils dilated as he stared into a pair of abnormally blue irises. "Who ran me through last eve? Was it the ripper?"
"You're asking the wrong question." The plague sore rasped as he clawed at his hand. "You should ask, what the hell I've been sipping on since this morning." A hoarse laugh which sounded more like the rattle of the dying escaped from the crevice of his oral cavity. "That would be vervain. Caught me slipping once shame on you. Twice, then I need my fucking head examined." A choking chortle bubbled from his lips until it turned into a hacking cough. He then settled him with a glare. "What the hell kind super vamp are you anyway? How are you able to compel other vampires?"
"Vervain you say?" Kol narrowed his eyes as the smirk perched on his lips reaffirmed itself. "Well you're in luck, darling. As it were, this evening I have time. So if I have to hang you upside down and drain every drop of that troublesome extract from your person then so be it."
"Don't bother," Salvatore wheezed. "It wasn't Stefan. The new history teacher, moon lights as a hunter. And not a very good one considering the fact you're still undead and as douchey as ever."
"The Saltzman mate? Hmm." He threw Salvatore at the cement wall.
Before the sod had the opportunity to recover, he zipped over and buried half of his forearm in the younger vampire's chest cavity. The slow weak beat of his heart pulsed with stolen life in Kol's fist. "Since you were forthcoming I suppose we can forego the torturing and move on to the dispatching."
"Wait," he huffed as agony feasted on his features. "You can't kill me, moron."
"No?" He asked with a slight shake of the head. "I'm more than certain I can. In verity, I'm rather looking forward to liberating the sorcery which maintains your vampirism."
The younger vampire managed another chest rattling chortle. "Put your dick back in your pants, Mikaelson. You won't be skeeting your load tonight. If you kill me now, then you'll never see the threat that's coming for your precious Bennett Witch."
"Explain," the word slithered from the clench of his teeth as his grip on Salvatore's heart tightened.
"I'm not the only one who's after Bonnie Bennett. But there's a blatant difference between me and the other guy. I need her alive," he rasped.
Kol scoffed. "Kudos for the effort, Salvatore."
"Wait! I can prove it," the younger vampire insisted.
"Then do so."
"About a week ago, a vampire compelled Caroline Forbes to run Bonnie off of Wickery Bridge." Salvatore eyed him for a moment, and then continued. "If I hadn't intervened the Bennett Witch would've totaled more than her Huffy. Truth is, she would've been just another stain on the asphalt." Smugness oozed from his pores. "Give her my apologies about the ankle, will you? Her foot tangled in the handle bars when I knocked her from the bike."
Kol removed his arm from Salvatore's chest. "Do you know the identity of this vampire in question?"
"No." Salvatore reluctantly shook his head. "That's why I started bagging Caroline. There's no person closer to an airhead than the one who's pushing inside of her."
"Humph, I may have use of you yet, darling," Kol invaded the younger vampire's comfort zone. He pressed each of his fists into the cement wall, caging him in. "You have forty-eight hours to bring me a name. Fail me, I'll snatch out your heart and lungs for compensation."
Elijah slid another piece of crème brulee French toast in Bonnie's mouth. Her answering moan seduced his auditory senses. His studied the back of her. She offered him a premiere view of all the hills, dips, and curves of her. He ran a hand over her bare back. The beautiful golden brown skin there captivated. Even the radiant yellows, oranges, and golds of the rising sun couldn't steal his attention. She was the unknown eighth wonder of the world. Only a blind man could turn away.
He reclined on their bedroom balcony amongst a mass of silken and satin pillows. Bonnie's enchanting form draped his lap vertically. The scene was reminiscent of his harem days in Istanbul. Yet now he didn't require multiple beauties to see to his thirst and lusts. His bewitching sorceress proved well matched for the task. It was peculiar how he never knew what his immortality lacked until he was presented with the one mystical creature he'd rather perish than endure without. Bonnie Bennett was everything in an existence that had only ever offered him nothingness and boredom. Her very being altered him on a fundamental level.
I can love you. Her phenomenal words still ricocheted off the walls of his stupefied mind. How could she? The things he'd done in the name of family should alarm and agitate her witch's nature. Yet she stared at him without judgement. Her acceptance of him was unjustified. And for that alone, he did love her.
"Why does everyone in your family have a strong reaction when I mention Rebekah's old flame Marcel?" She questioned as she angled herself around to face him. "There has to be more to it than him just being your sister's ex." He pushed one of her errant waves from her shoulder and leaned down to press his lips to her collar bone. She snickered. He slightly pulled away to cock an eyebrow at her. Her lashes fluttered as she cast her gaze away. "It tickles."
"Your assessment proves true," he said. His gaze lingered on her lips. Her bottom lip to be precise. "Marcel is my younger brother's adoptive son. As it were, Niklaus saved Marcel from being whipped to death by a foreman on a slave plantation in New Orleans." Unable to control himself, he kissed her full lush lips. The taste of crème brulee danced over his tastes buds. He pulled away to resume his tale. "He was an added member to our family up until the early 1900's. After which we believed him to be dead."
"Niklaus." The name crept from her mouth as if she meant to test the weight of the word on her enamoring lips. "Rebekah's talked about him before. From everything she's told me, I believed him to be a controlling hairy shit hole."
A genuine smile curved his mouth. "Most would agree with your analysis. Yet for every fifty unbecoming characteristics Niklaus possesses, there's a compelling redeemable quality to plead his case."
"Why's he the man apart? From the way Rebekah described him, I would've thought he'd prefer being with you all." She rested the side of her head in the palm of her hand as she gazed up at him.
Birds chirped in the distance as the sun reclaimed its place in the heavens. "He'll be along in a week's time to await your quickening with the rest of the family."
"Will you explain it to me? The quickening," she asked even as her lids began to flutter.
He continued stroking her spine. "What would you like to know?"
"Everything." She said.
"Your quickening will occur when your magic reaches its summit. Once that happens you'll know." He tugged her from his legs into his arms.
"Yeah, but how'll I know?" She questioned as she captured him in her drowsy emerald sights.
He dusted kisses over her forehead. "I'm told by mother that a witch in the throes of her quickening experiences unrest from an overabundance of energy pressing at her core. During a standard quickening the magic will flow from her body to commune with and be blessed by nature. After which time, the powers are returned to the witch."
"Why do I sense that's not going to be the case with me?" She mumbled as her lids slid closed.
"Because your senses are unparalleled. In your unique case, instead of the magic leaving you to greet nature, it will flow into another." He kissed each of her closed lids. "Once your sorcery has been ordained, it'll fuse together with the chosen Officiates' mystical energy. Bonding the two of you together on a magical and soulful level."
"It's Niklaus isn't it? He's the one who'll ordain my magic," She whispered with her eyes still closed, "and officially take my virginity."
A sharp pain tunneled into the undead organ buried within his chest. The dryness at the back of his throat provoked him to swallow. "Yes," he confirmed. The single word devastated his foundation.
Bonnie stumbled through a forest pitched in black. Was she in Mystic Woods? She couldn't fucking tell. The canopy of branches and leaves prevented moon beams from lighting her way. If she put her hand in front of her face it would've been for nothing, because she couldn't see a damn thing. And to add insult to an utterly fucked situation, the itchy clothing she donned made her want to claw her skin off. Not to mention, the shoes she wore was a shitty joke! Who the hell made shoes without soles? What was the fucking point of them?
The sound of rustling leaves, howling wolves and screeching birds propelled her forward at a faster pace. With no idea in which direction to go, she followed the sound of a man's voice. After umpteen minutes of tripping over roots and colliding with tree trunks, she came across a break in the forest. The rising morning sun bathed the clearing in a kaleidoscope of iridescent light.
In the clearing a large man towered over a small boy on his knees in the mud. The boy looked to be about eight. Both the man and child were dressed like extras from Vikings. She couldn't make face or ass of the fuckery unfolding before her eyes.
A flood of tears streaked through thick smudges of dirt on the boy's face. Two empty pails lay near him turned on their sides. Bonnie's instincts told her not to interrupt. So she ducked behind a tree to prevent herself from being seen for the time being.
"Boy! Due to your inconceivable weakness, a day's worth of milk goes to ruins in the soil." He grabbed the little boy by the hair and forced him to look at him. Her heart swelled along with her anger. "What have you to say in your defense?"
"I-I'm sorry, f-father," the boy stuttered. "The saturated soil slicks the land. I-I misplaced my footing."
"Excuses!" The man roared, and then shoved the child's face into the mud. "They will not serve you well here. You will rise! You will return to the beasts and not take your leave of the cowshed until you replace what you have lost."
"B-but, father," he stammered as he pulled himself back into a sitting position, while wiping mud from his face with the back of his pudgy hand. "Ebba will not produce again until this eve."
When the man raised his hand with the full intention of firing on him, Bonnie hurtled towards the clearing. "What the shit break is wrong with you? He's a child. A fucking child!"
"Ayana?" The man questioned with his hand still raised high ready to strike. His face turned into a mask of unmoving muscles. "What's the meaning of your interference? I have told you many times afore my wife and children are of no concern to you."
"Who the fuck is Ayana, dip shit?" she demanded. Once close enough she positioned herself between the man and child. "You know what, never mind! Real talk is what you're not going to do, and that's put your damn hands on this little boy. What kind of bullshit coward-,"
Before she knew what the hell happened, she took a back hand to the jaw. She landed in the mud next to the child, who moved to cover her body with his smaller one. Did this bitch just fire on her? Searing energy forced its way through her body. Static electricity pricked at the surface of her skin. Pressure swelled inside of her. She was about to motherfucking blow!
"Father, no! Can you not perceive she is not Ayana?" The little boy pleaded.
The man slung the boy off of her. "Away with you and the nonsense you speak. Your sightedness is as feeble as you are weak."
"I told you not to touch him," she bellowed.
A surge of magic tore from the palms of her hands. The powerful force slammed into the man. A mere fraction of a second later, the man's body hurtled through the air until he collided with a tree. Not wasting time to understand what the hell happened, she grabbed the little boy by the hand and began to run. For several minutes they ran until she felt they were a safe distance away.
"Are you alright?" Bonnie turned and kneeled before him. She ran her hands over his arms and legs. "Is anything sprained or broken? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Cupping his face in her palms, she scanned his face.
He stared back at her with the widest, clearest, blue eyes she'd ever seen. "Hos-pit-tal?" The word came out broken and questioning.
"Hell yeah, hospital! Your dad was on some Joe Jackson and Joan Crawford type mess," she said. How could the dirty dick hole lift his hand to beat an innocent child? Hell, she thought she'd been screwed raw and dry in the parents' department. "This isn't the first time he's acted like a whopper sized bully is it? You probably have healing bruises and fractures all over your body."
Intelligence shined more brilliant than spot lights from his eye sockets. "You're a witch. Mother says you can always tell by one's aura. I've never beheld an essence as vivid as yours, though. It's even brighter than Ayana's," he said as his gaze skipped over her. One of his dirty little hands touched her hair. "Are you a Bennett Witch as well? You are comely enough to be a Bennett." A bashful smile twisted his scarlet lips.
Several mournful howls echoed around her. Her gaze darted around the dim forest. "Unholy fuckery…wolves! When the shit break did Mystic fall get wolves? Come on we have to move."
"Worry not, little witch. The wolves are returning to their human state." His hand clasped hers. "You're not in peril. My word is yours." The earnestness in his voice almost calmed her fears. Almost.
"Yeah well, I'd rather be safe than breakfast. Now come on," she said, rising and tugging him after her. His limp slowed her down. "You are hurt!" The statement leapt from her lips as an accusation.
She crouched down and allowed him to slip his arm around her shoulders. Once she bore most of his weight, she helped him hobble over to a massive sized tree that had to have been around since T-Rexes roamed the earth. When he sat and his back rested against the trunk of the tree, she looked at his ankle. The flesh around the joint was bright red and hot to the touch.
"Well I'm not sure if it's broken, but I'm more than positive you won't get far on that thing." What the hell was she going to do? She couldn't leave him ass out to fend for himself, but she couldn't hang around and let them get chewed on by wolves either. There was nothing left to do. She had to get to the highway and flag down help.
Bonnie rose to claim a large rock from a few paces away. She stooped and lifted the stone. For a few moments, she staggered under its weight but managed to get it over to him. She then yanked off the shawl type covering wrapped around her shoulders. After folding the wooly fabric in a tight roll she put it on the rock, and then carefully rested his ankle on the makeshift pillow.
"There, how's that feel?" She questioned as each of her hands dusted the other.
A closed lipped smile shifted his mouth. "Much improved. You have my gratitude, little witch."
"Little Witch? Why do you insist on calling me that? I'm bigger than you," she said.
A wide grin which displayed an irresistible set of dimples charmed his mouth. "Yes, but not for long. However, my gratitude is still yours to claim, Little Witch."
She rolled her eyes. "Thank me when I bring back help. Now sit here and don't move. I'm going to the highway to flag down someone."
"Many apologies, for in this I cannot appease. If you insist on wandering about the forest, then you will require an escort." He moved to rise and she placed a hand on his shoulder to hold him in place.
"What part of don't move do I need to repeat?" Bonnie snapped. The kid was seriously twerking her damn nerves. "I've lived here all my life and know these woods better than my name. Besides, I'm only going to the highway just over that hill there." She repositioned her shawl under his ankle. "I'll only be gone for few minutes." For a reason lost to her, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Now stay put, okay?"
A rosy color blossomed under the surface of his dirt streaked cheeks. He nodded once as he averted his gaze to his hands nestled in his lap. "I'll await your return here," he muttered.
Without wasting anymore damn time, she climbed to her feet and raced towards the hill which lead to the highway. Minutes later she stood at the top feeling confused as shit. Where the donkey was the mother fucking highway? The only thing she found was more damn trees! She glanced around and for the first time since she'd arrived in Mother Nature's ass crack, she realized the tree patterns were all wrong. Even the natural landmarks appeared a little out of place and some altogether missing.
Not sure of what else to do, Bonnie headed back to the little boy to brainstorm another plan. Only when she finally made it back, he was no longer there. Fuckery, fucking, fuck! She wasn't even gone that long. Did his father find him? She tore through the woods, hoping to stumble upon him and his abuser.
An hour or so after being mauled by thorny switches she gave up and made her way back to the tree. All she could hope was that the boy had returned. When she made it back what she found instead was a guy and tween fucking off like kindergarteners. The one who appeared to be a few years her senior, had shoulder length blonde hair. The other had brunette hair the same shade as Elijah and Kol's. The ends grazed the base of his neck. He looked to be no older than thirteen or fourteen. Both were dressed as serfs from the, Middle Ages. They play fought with wooden swords, joking and laughing among themselves. Maybe they'd seen the little boy. She sped walked over to them.
"Hey, did either of you happen to see a little dirty faced blonde boy limping around here? I went to find help and when I came back he was gone," she rambled as the familiar tingle of attraction attacked her lower abdomen. Her gaze crept to the blonde. Fuck he was beautiful! And his eyes…they looked so familiar.
Instead of answering, the bang worthy guy stared at her like she'd just two stepped across an ocean of water. "Little Witch?" His whispered acknowledgement barely met her ears, but barely and didn't was two different damn things. The name snatched her off guard.
She moved closer. "You have seen him." Her gaze fell to the scrap of cheap material hanging from his belt. It almost looked like the fabric from her shawl. A bit more worn and threadbare but still the same. "Just where the hell did you get that." She tugged the cloth free of his belt and held up to his face. "Did you take this from him? Where is he?"
"Are you and this soiled mouth wench aquainted?" the younger boy questioned as he eyed her with a shit ton of curiosity. "Her aura is blinding to be sure, Niklaus." Niklaus? Bonnie blanked. When did that name become common? "Is Tatia aware of your association with this delectable witch?" The devilish glint in the boy's eyes reminded her of someone, but she couldn't quite put her double clickers on it.
"Away with you, Henrik," he said, waving a distracted hand in the direction of the clearing. "Mother awaits you at the stables. She's quite ireful you neglected your tasks to pursue your fancies. Father will arrive any rising or setting now."
"Very well, however, once I complete my labors our match will resume." He nodded his head at her, before racing in the direction of the clearing.
She returned her gaze to Niklaus, only to find him watching her. Despite the late morning chill every piece and part of her burned as if she stood in the center of a flame. The way he stared at her tossed her mind. Those clear blue eyes had imprinted themselves on her brain and robbed her mental of even the most simple train of thought.
She shook her head to reignite her focus. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you and he were doing with those wooden swords. It's just, the kid's hurt his ankle. I'm scared he might've fallen in a hole or something bat shit like that."
"The boy did not greet his end at the bottom of hole," Niklaus said. His voice barely cleared the threshold of not being considered as a whisper. "Shortly after you sought your leave his mother came to collect him."
"So he's safe?" A two hundred ton weight fell from her chest and shoulders.
Niklaus bobbed his head and the ends of his silky blond locks moved back and forth over his shoulders. "You enlighten me, Little Witch. Do I appear unharmed and safe?"
Her gaze skimmed over him. "Yeah, I mean you look fine, but what of the boy? His dad's an abusive dick who probably beat the filling out of his ass based on some shit I did. I just need to put eyes on him, just to make sure he's okay."
"And at present you are indeed feasting your lovely emerald gaze upon the boy who you fought so admirably for fourteen summers passed." His words paralyzed her brain and refused to compute. Fourteen summers passed…did he mean years? He waved his hand at the tree. "Please sit and allow me to explain."
Fatigue descended on her without warning. Too mentally disconcerted and physically exhausted to remain upright she sat in the same spot she'd place the boy earlier that morning. "When you say I helped you fourteen summers ago, are you referring to years?"
"I refer to the passing of time. Fourteen summers have come and gone since I saw you last," he said. Confusion ruffled the skin between his brows.
"Bullshit," she shook her head. "I've never seen you before. I'd remember meeting a guy who looks like you and gets off on cosplaying in the woods with twinks."
His eyes flared. "Your speech is quite colorful for a maiden."
"Hmph, my speech is quite colorful for Richard Pryor," she said, settling her back against the tree, before arranging her ridiculously long skirts about her ankles. "Now explain to me what's going on."
"As I stated afore," he began as he sat next to her, "fourteen summers ago you spared me a thrashing by the hands of my father. After which, I fled with you into the forest and when you discovered I'd injured my joint you placed me under this White Oak tree, before disappearing over that hill there. And had my mother not come to retrieve me I would've waited a thousand summers for your reappearance."
"Um," she attempted to pull herself to her feet. He placed a hand on her lap, and then quickly removed it. Pink tinged his cheeks as he looked away. The gesture and his posture reminded her of the boy's. And his eyes...could he…no! She'd have to be a shit for brains moron to believe such a thing. "W-were you spying on us? You know they may not uphold homicide laws around these parts, but Sherriff Forbes still earns her bacon when it comes to stalking and kidnapping. So you'd better open that twat licker of yours and tell me what you did with that boy."
A scowl darkened his golden bright features. "You believe me to have spoken falsely." He arched a brow.
"Falsely? Your story isn't just false, but it's full of cracks, flaws, and an added dash of crazy. Hell, Tolkien and Rowling wouldn't touch that shoddy plot line with George R.R. Martin's typewriter," she said. Why the hell was she tolerating Mr. Looney Tunes?
"You pressed a kiss upon my forehead. You then said you would be back in a minute and to stay put," He insisted. His words vacated his lips, slow and measured.
Her head swung from side to side. "You expect for me to believe you're the little boy I left here a few hours ago?" She knew she didn't know everything about magic, but time acceleration seemed like a fucking stretch.
"I'm the boy you abandoned fourteen summers ago. The same boy who returned to this very tree every rising for fourteen summers to await your return." His brows rose and danced just beneath his hairline. He paused, and then continued in a softer voice. "Ayana was right, Fate did betray time to bring you back to me. You haven't aged a rising since last we met."
"Hold up, let's rewind it back to you believing the year is now 2023," she said.
His eyes flared. "2023? That's ludicrous, Little Witch. It is in the spring of our goddess nine hundred-nine and ninety."
"999! Oh you're taking this roleplay thing on a trip around the damn world!" She wanted to slap herself for even going back and forth with a lunatic of his caliber.
"Do you hail from two thousand-three and twenty? Are you here from an impending summer, then?" Sparks of interest blasted his already glowing features. "You should permit me to bring you to Ayana. She'll be able to discern your predicament more adequately than I."
She glanced around and a shit ton of realization blew the lid off of her closed mind. Like the disappearing highway, missing landmarks, and explosion of trees. There was fucking overgrowth everywhere minus, Mystic Falls' Cemetery. What if she did manage to knock herself back over a thousand years into the past? Sure Elijah had blown her back out, but this was insane. Yet since the Mikaelson's had returned, the word impossible was fast on its way to becoming an urban legend.
"Nope," she climbed to her feet. "This is straight nut bag territory."
She struck out running towards the hill which led to the highway. Maybe she'd somehow missed it earlier or either ran up the wrong hill. Once again when she reached the top, the same grassy scenery from before greeted her. She brought her hands to her head and grabbed a fist full of roots. This couldn't be happening! A vibration of a scream tickled the back of her throat. She swallowed in hopes of pushing it back down. If she allowed herself to let loose something told her she'd level that entire fucking forest. Bears, wolves, and mountain lions be damned.
Corded muscles encircled her from behind. The scent of sweat, rich soil and something delectably more invaded her nostrils. "All is well, Little Witch. You have my word. We'll go and see Ayana. We'll know how to proceed from this venture soon enough."
He spun her around in his arms, and then cupped her face in his hands. The look in his eyes made her want to push every last one of her doubts to the side and let it all ride on him. She could tell he was the type people counted on to keep things running. Relief flooded her and sparked a wild fire of other notions she'd attempted to ignore since she stumbled upon him and Henrik.
Without really comprehending why, she leaned forward and captured his cherry colored mouth with hers. At first his lips didn't give under the weight of hers. His hands fell from her face and remained stiff at his sides. Yet, his inaction didn't pump breaks on her incompetent seduction. His firm grip on control only fueled the aching need which had taken root deep in the center of her abdomen. So in answer to the pounding ache five seconds from blowing her apart, she slipped her tongue in his mouth. The inner lining of his oral cavity tasted like black berries. She moaned her approval. His arms finally wrapped around her to drag her closer as tongue shoved, thrust, and wrestled with hers in an attempt to usurp the lead. Her hands discovered the silken strands of his hair. The sleek texture felt a lot like Rebekah's as the strands slipped through her fingers.
"Niklaus!" A voice which sounded a lot like Elena's hoarse alto introduced shame to her boldness. "What is the meaning of this dalliance?"
Bonnie broke the kiss to commit death by sight. Expecting to see Elena, she nearly regurgitated her heart when her harassed stare not only found her ex bestie, but Elijah too. "Elijah?" She broke free of Niklaus' embrace and stumbled backwards. "I-I…"
"You're aquainted with this trollop as well, Elijah," Elena demanded, all while looking peasant chic.
The familiar heat in Elijah's mahogany brown eyes still seared her to the marrow, but he now stared at her as if he didn't know her. Bonnie took another step backwards and the bottom of her ineffective shoes met air instead of solid ground. She toppled backwards down the hill. Heels over ass and head, she tumbled until she hit the cushioned grass surface of the ground. Slowly, she pulled herself into a sitting position. Aside from the pain in her cakes and pride nothing seemed injured. After taking a moment to pull it together, she stood. When the bottom of her feet reunited with firm ground, she noticed the forest had grown darker. A frown scrunched her face. How long had she been falling?
Loud shouts and a glow came from the direction of the tree she'd left moments before. With nowhere else to go, she ran towards the screams and muted light. When she arrived on the scene, Niklaus lay on the forest floor. His body contorted in an abnormal angle while the child abuser and Elijah looked on.
Blood saturated the entire front of Niklaus, while a mangled neck corpse lay a few paces away.
"Father it hurts!" Niklaus wailed.
"Brother," Elijah tried to go to him, but the abuser of children and puppies grabbed the noble brother to stop him from going to Niklaus' aid.
Disgust warped the asshole's already cruel features. "Leave it, boy. He's a beast." He spit. "An abomination! Come."
Their so called father tugged Elijah away and left Niklaus to suffer alone. When they disappeared from sight, she went to his side. "Niklaus, what happened?" She pushed his hair from his face.
"Little Witch?" Relief discharged some of the tension in his facial muscles. "I knew you would come."
"You were just at the top of the hill. How'd this happen?" Events had flipped light years beyond her scope of understanding. She ran her hands over his body and it appeared to somewhat soothe him.
"My mother and father has cursed me. I'm no longer above reproach, I've killed my mate Evar. The ripping apart of my person is vengeance sent down by the goddess herself." He cried out in agony. "They've turned us all into monsters, save Henrik." A wave of agony rippled through his features.
"When did they have time, I just left you at the top of the hill." Her mind refused to move pass the supposed to be into the realm of what was.
He reached out and touched her cheek. A failed smile provoked his lips to tremble. "That was two summers pass, Little Witch."
"N-no!" The denial left her mouth automatically even as she eyeballed the proof in his slightly aged features. His hair also now fell pass his shoulders. "But-,"
"I'm afraid." he grunted through the pain. "And I know you may think me weak, but I'd rather be debased in your sight as long as you are beheld in mine. Please don't abandon me again."
"I won't, Niklaus." Bonnie sat next to him with her back to the tree and dead body. She resumed stroking his hair. "I'm here no matter what, I promise." As she'd done that morning, she leaned forward and dropped a kiss on his forehead. She now knew beyond sanity and reason he was the little boy she'd saved earlier that morning.
For the next several hours, Bonnie watched Niklaus' bones break and realign themselves. If she'd been thinking with her brain instead of the jones that had climbed into her heart, she would've ran for her life like every other sane person in the world. Yet, there was something about him that forced her brain out of order. So even if being there for him slayed her, then so fucking be it. She refused to leave him to suffer alone. He deserved way more than to be forgotten.
After hearing every bone in his body snap, crackle, and pop, tuffs of gold and white fur sprouted from his skin. His beautiful mouth elongated into a snout. Razor sharp teeth packed themselves into his mouth. At the conclusion of his transformation a majestic wolf stood before. She was out—motherfucking—done by what she witnessed. Hell, her chin and eyes lay somewhere in the damn grass. The crazy thing was though, aside from being stunned out her rabid ass mind, she couldn't bring herself to be scared of him.
"Come here, Niklaus." She reached out a hand to him. He dropped his head and shied away. "It's okay, I know you won't hurt me." After a moment of deliberation, he trotted over to her and curled up next her. He released a mournful whimper, and then dropped his head in her lap. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." She whispered. "No matter what form you're in you'll always be beautiful to me. Everything is going to be fine. I'm a witch and you're wolf. I know its sheer madness, but we're going to figure out all of this fuckery…together. I promise." He raised his head and licked her face.
Bonnie smiled and rested her head against their tree. She ran her fingers through his fur. Some areas was coarse, while other patches felt soft to the pads of her fingers. As she stroked him her lids became heavy. She allowed them to close. After the damn day she had a wink or two of sleep was in order. Minutes later however, the breaking loose of hell snatched her eyes wide. Screams decimated the silent night and Niklaus was nowhere to be found.
She heaved herself off the ground and ran in the direction of the screeches and wails. The cries led her back to the clearing she stumbled upon earlier that morning. Niklaus sagged with his arms stretched wide. Each of his wrists strapped to wooden posts on either side of him. His shirt was ripped open to expose his bare chest. The abusive prick masquerading as father stood in front of him with the sharp end of wooden spike pressed to the center of his pecs.
"It is done, Mikael. Now free Niklaus." A sobbing Esther forced Bonnie to take step back. Although she'd come to the conclusion of Niklaus' identity when she saw Elijah, seeing the ancient witch still gave her pause. The lady before her didn't have the sophistication or grooming of the Esther from her time period, but the mystical energy pouring from her was legit.
"Insufficient, you unfaithful whore! I will not suffer you dog's bastard a rising longer!" The dick hole roared. He raised the hand which clasped the stake with the sole ill intention of slamming it in Niklaus' chest.
Wrong fucking answer! The pressure which had built within her since the Mikaelsons returned exploded from the palms of her hands. Potent aquamarine energy slammed into Mikael. The crunching and grinding noise that sounded off led her to believe his bones had turned to dust on impact. His skin folded in on itself and burst into aquamarine flames. Gushes of air whipped around them. Lightening arced overhead as thunder rocked the ground.
"Niklaus!" Another burst of energy, and the ties on his wrist snapped free. His body slumped. She raced over and caught him before his head slapped the ground. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"Father forced mother to bind my wolf. My magic is now lost to me as well," He rasped before his eyes rolled closed. "Hope no longer lights my path. Only darkness lies ahead for me. I'm truly dead now."
"You're wrong! Our path is what we fucking make it," she cradled his face in her hands. "And one day I'll undo the wrong which has been done to you." She kissed his forehead. "I'll always stand for you, Niklaus. I promise."
A sob shoved its way free of her mouth. Someone rested a palm on her shoulder. Warmth resonated throughout her body. An overwhelming feeling of trust dropped her guard. Energy shot from her center to circulate beneath the palm on her shoulder. Magic pulsed from the foreign hand to answer the call of her sorcery. Bonnie raised her gaze. An older woman wearing all of her thoughts on her face, stared back. Her eyes bulged with wisdom way beyond their years.
"Your purpose for being here is not complete. There's still something more left to be done," she said.
Bonnie cast her gaze to the ground. Her stare collided with the wood Mikael had used to threaten Niklaus. "Our tree," she murmured.
"Your tree," the woman agreed. Her beautiful chocolate brown skin gleamed in the light of the aquamarine flames.
She tore her eyes away to regard the rest of the Mikaelsons in the yard. They all stared at her with varying looks on their faces. Although, emotion sparked each of there expressions, it gutted her because none of those feelings were tethered to anything other than awe. Neither one of them knew her from the drunk holding down the sidewalk in front of the Grille.
"Finn, Henrik, grab Niklaus and take him into your, um…is that a fucking hut?" She shook her head dismissing the trifeness of their early way of life. Her glance swung to Rebekah. "Watch over him for me, Bek's." The blonde original's brows rose, while her head bobbed in a nod.
"Elijah and Toots," she demanded. "Grab all of the liquor you can find and follow me." Her gaze then swung to the lump of flesh still burning in the center of the clearing.
"Be at ease. I'll see to my dear husband," Esther gave her a teary smile.
"Pardon me, what is this liquor of which you speak?" Elijah stepped closer to her when Finn and Henrik lifted Niklaus from her lap.
"Uh, whatever you drink that gets you drunk off your ass."
The older witch who felt like family tsked. "Your father returned with barrels of ale from his last raid. Those shall do well for the task. I'll come along. Our combined Bennett magic will ensure the complete destruction of the White Oak Tree."
Bonnie's eyes snapped open. She sat straight up in bed. Somehow the ass ugly talisman had found its way back to her hands. She frowned as her gaze darted about her surroundings. The familiar scenery of the master bedroom in the old witches' mansion gave birth to an unwanted field of vision. How did she get back? Where was Niklaus? What about their tree? Questions jammed themselves into her brain until the inquiries became no more than jabbering nonsense. Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention, but when she turned there was nothing there.
"Are you alright, Bonnie?" Elijah sat up next to her.
"Yeah." She nodded as she continued staring in the darkened corner of the room. "I was dreaming and it took me a minute to recognize my surroundings. Sorry if I woke you."
"There's no cause to apologize," he tugged her in his arms and cuddled her closer to his chest. "Would you like breakfast?"
"No, you wore me out. I'd rather rest a little longer," she said. "Something tells me I'm going to need it."
"As you wish," he kissed her temple.
"Um, Elijah?" She called.
"Yes?"
She craned her neck to look up at him. "When the hell were you all going to tell me about werewolves?"
A/N: Okay there you have it folks. If you've managed to make it this far thank you so much for taking the time to do so. As always if you're feeling this WIP don't forget to follow, favorite, and review! Until next time...