AN: Now tell the truth, Fandom. How long has it been since we song this song and danced this dance. I'll wait…but I don't think you should have to. You peeps have waited long enough and thanks to DiZzy2804678 and Francesca this WIP has another update to add to the vault. So enjoy, Fandom…and don't forget to vote if you still f-in with the story. If not then tell me in comments to put this one to bed. Now if your still rocking with the potty mouth Bonster then leave toilet seats in the comments. LMFAO! Seriously, though. Flame it or acclaim it, it doesn't matter I love to hear y'all thoughts.
When Bonnie's eyes opened that morning they must've chosen lies. Because at the moment they both spat more hot ones than certain politicians on the campaign trail. Instead of broadcasting real time facts, she received a prerecorded version already edited for the mess. How else could her vision justify the sight hot stepping before her? Rudy Hopkins living his fakest life in the middle of Charlotte, NC of all stuck in a rut places. She abso-fucking-lutely didn't get her father's jump out of character. Did he owe someone money…someone dangerous? Was he hiding from the government? Oh hell no! What in the shit break had Rudy dragged them into?
Confusion manipulated her features, wrinkling her forehead and buckling her brows. She scrutinized the entire scene through narrowed eyes. Her father couldn't have picked a deader place to live it down. The split level shot gun shack he'd emerged from said as much. Hell, the struggle to stand house sat in the damn center of the Boulevard of Broken dreams. Oh for the fucking love of Green Day!
And no she wasn't being dramatic. The shitty situation twerked a micro dick length away from being literal. Rudy lived in a graveyard. A fucking, tombstones and bones, graveyard! The crypt keeper and living dead walkers probably showed up with measuring cups in hand asking to borrow sugar since Rudy was clearly out of brains. She refused to believe it.
"No fucking deal!" She raised a hand to shake it in Damon's face, all while never tearing her eyes from Rudy.
"You must be smoking and choking on your own supply. What the hell do you mean no deal?" She felt him shift behind her. The pulsing inside of her ebbed and hummed in sync with his movements. "I've upheld my end, Bon-Bon!"
"Like fucks you did." She whirled around to jab a finger in his face. "You said you had the business on Rudy and this is clearly one of those doppelwhatnots the Mikaelson's told me about. I'm as dumb as a box of dicks for entertaining you. Especially since I know my dad isn't even in the country. He's in Switzerland." She jerked her head at the imposter strutting through the cemetery. "I don't know who in the hell that Wayne Brady wanna be is, but he damn sure isn't Rudy Prince Hopkins."
He laughed, and then snapped his teeth at her finger. She snatched her hand away. "That's not a doppelgänger, miss uninformed. Know that's probably what you wanna tell yourself, but at risk of hurting your little Bonnie feels, that is Rudy Hopkins. Shit doesn't get any surer." Her eyes rolled as she squirmed. He moved closer, sliding his arm along the back of her seat while closing the distance between them. Leaning in, his lips brushed her ear lobe. To her shit talking shame, her breath caught. "Don't believe me, go see for yourself…I dare you." The hell?
His too blue to be legit stare bore into hers. She snatched her gaze away under the pretense of looking out the window, but to really get her hormones together. What the fuck was wrong with her? She cleared her throat.
"There's not a mountain lion fasting day in Mystic Falls my dad is stateside without offering me the benefit of a fucking phone call." Just the thought pissed her dry once again. Her glare tracked the Great Value Rudy. He sashayed from headstone to headstone sweeping away leaves and sand. Drollness and disbelief banged one out on her face. Her mouth begat a laugh with the combined swag of them both. Of course he was a fucking fraud. "Let me find out Rudy is a grave digger and not the CEO of Rocket Sprockets."
"Rocket Sproc-," Damon gave his head a good shake. "Nope, I'm letting you know right now our deal still stands delusions and all," he said, leaning forward to peer past her at the ridiculous sight Faux Rudy presented. "And have you taken the time to ask yourself, just what in the hell is a sprocket?"
Bonnie curved the question by opening the door, because to this day she still didn't know. She slid from the car thirty-eight shades pissed and attitude drenched. With a chest full of heat, she stalked over to the man who had the audacity to look like her father.
"Rudy, what the shit break are you doing in North Carolina holding that basic ass shovel?" The sight and sound of her provoked Rudy to fumble said shovel. "You know damn well you're supposed to be in Lausanne selling sprockets to the Switz?"
"B-Bonnie?" Her dad sputtered, while his bulging stare darted from her to a spot just over her shoulder. "H-How—What are you-,"
Oh so the swagless man in front of her was him. "Don't even! Don't you dare come Sasha Fiercing up to me-," A vibe mystically pleasing, yet blatantly offensive pricked her senses. Familiar and foreign energy pulsed from the rear of the cemetery. The mystical force swelled the air about her to unfucking breathable. She snatched her glare from Rudy to cut a side eye at the wooded area at the back of the graveyard. "What in the Breaking Bad is going on back there?"
"What have I told you about your got damn mouth? Swear jars my ass! I told Sheila her shitty ass plan wasn't gonna work." Rudy hissed at her, taking hold of her upper arm. He flicked his gaze back to the house, and then attempted to drag her back to Damon's car.
"For minute there you almost had me, Bonster." A sigh perpetrating as an exhale burst from her mouth. Why didn't he just stay in his pussymobile. Damon's shit eating laughter preceded him as he moved to hold down the ground next to her. "You see I was kind of skeptical at first." He served Rudy up a closed lip smile. "Now I kinda think I hear the resemblance."
"And who the fuck are you?" Rudy drilled her with a, you better tell me something, hatemaker. "BB, who the fuck his this?" Bonnie's bullshitter nowhere near primed and academy award worthy, could only flap open and closed. Her dad flapped a hand at her and shook his head. "You know what, fuck whatever lie you over there struggling with!" He took hold of her arm again and redoubled his efforts on attempting to drag her back to Damon's pussymobile. "You shouldn't be here! Now jump your happy ass back in that car with this weak ass vampire and y'all two wheel the motherfucker back to Mystic Falls! Before shit goes-,"
"Rudy, baby?" A woman rocking a blonde Amber Rose skin blend came to stand on a porch which appeared a good twerk session from caving. "Now why didn't you tell me we had visitors?"
Rudy froze, before hissing, "Son of a trifling bitch."
Elijah stood upon the cement pathway leading to Bonnie's door. He stared up at the windows on the second level of the house, while utilizing his superior auditory senses. The distinct pound of his lover's heart neglected to collide with his anticipating ears. However, he did sense movement at the rear of the property, suggesting the intruder may well be undead. Perhaps this could be the accoster of which Kol spoke. Employing stealth and silence in his efforts, Elijah exploited original speed to round the house.
There, a woman petite in stature skulked about the verandah, peering into the glass doors. His eyes narrowed as his gaze swept the length of this nameless prowler. The hind side of her appeared fashionably beyond reproach. Though who could be led astray in understated black Gucci? She strategically cavorted well within the boundaries of Vogue's musts. Nothing about her sense for style bespoke flare. Her attire only uttered stock.
Elijah's gaze descended to her feet, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. For the woman's notable footwear did not just redeem her questionable panache, they revealed her. The wine red thigh high Givenchy boots ensnared his focus. He'd recognize those spike heeled femme fatales even if his nonpareil style chose that moment to divorce his ever discriminating fashion sense. He'd commissioned for them to be custom made. No other boots in the world could claim their name and likeness. Which was more than could be said for the devourer of men who'd poured herself into them.
"Katerina." Her name fell from his lips without pomp or elaboration. "Why have you come here?"
She stiffened, and then turned to face him. A well prepared smile brimming with guile perched itself upon her nude blush lips. "Elijah, I thought we agreed to give each other space in Milan."
"An agreement I've respected and conserved," he assured, lifting his chin to cast her his regard down the length of his nose.
Her head dipped in a reluctant concurrence. "Yet you're here." She strolled towards him, her steps deliberate and calculated. "In Mystic Falls of all no account places, standing right in front of…," Her bourbon inspired stare narrowed, and then flared. A contemptuous sneer conquered her lips and laid waste to the disingenuous smile from moments before. Laughter filched of humor slithered from the slight divide of her mouth. "Ah, you're here for the Bennett Witch. Why am I not surprised?" Her acrimony glinted her bottomless glare. "You gave me your word, Elijah!"
"And you requested space, Katerina. Even after I offered you my vow and protection." His head tilted a bit as he studied her. Although he engaged her, he did not attend the feigned outrage she donned for the sake of a diversion. Not while brazen intrigue spun about her and demanded he take note. "Now enough of these inane distractions. What is your purpose for being here?"
She held her tongue, while also holding his gaze in challenge. After a moment of partaking in a visual skirmish, defeat masquerading as resolve unlocked the muscles in her face.
Her hands rose as a testimony to her vexation. "Fine, I've come because I promised Emily I'd watch over the daughters of her line."
"Emily Bennett?" Her farcical explanation hoisted his chin and provoked him to cut an eye at her. "Truly?" She had the moxie to further perpetuate her lie with a nod. This time he donned the smirk. "The same Emily Bennett you forsook to the Founder's Council flames because you feared some fictional fascination you claimed I had for her?"
She straightened her shoulders and drew them back. "This is the reason we never work. How can I marry someone who's always suspicious of me? I swear on all things Christian Dior it's like being with Klaus all over again." She jabbed a finger at him. "Just admit it, Elijah. You never trusted me and you never will!"
"No, Katerina," he disagreed, maintaining her glare with one of his own. "Our relationships never thrived, because you've proven time and time again to be someone unworthy of my-,"
A resounding clang of glass and metal severed his words. The light fall of steps in the tree house near the wooded gate pilfered away his remaining words. He and Katerina exchanged piercing stares before they both turned to settle their combined regards in the direction of the commotion.
After several seconds of silence they sped over to the far corner of the backyard. A fraction of a second later a blur leaped from the jagged cut out which substituted as a window. A swirling ball of haste sprinted pass them. The tiny figure managed to cover half the expanse before Katerina collided with her and wrestled her to the ground. Upon initial sight, he determined the vampire was changed in her adolescence.
"Anabelle?!" Katerina accused.
The tiny terror's jaw clenched, before she grudgingly responded, "Katherine."
A smirk twisted Niklaus' lips as he stooped to lift the newly cursed pup. Things were coming together better than he anticipated. Now he had everything he needed, save the vampire sacrifice and his doppelganger. Once he had those trivial items in hand, he'd then be set to unravel the sun and moon curse.
At the conclusion of the night he'd be in full control of his wolf side. His sorcery be damned! He'd never possessed an affinity for the craft anyway. Ayana always proclaimed Kol to be the prodigy. Bloody Kol! Hmm, being the sole breaker of his curse will show the sodding lot of them. Such a triumph will prove he has no need of them or their infuriating Bennett Witch. No, it didn't matter the chit had managed to worm her way into his lusts and affections. Always and forever, he'd once and for all be liberated of his bothersome family.
"Keep your got damned hands off my fucking son," Mayor Lockwood bellowed, and then lunged.
The younger man caught him before he could make the acquaintance of a bloody end. "Richie, no! I'll handle this alright…just…" He shook the good mayor who'd yet to tear his glare away. "Just don't, okay?" The younger mate then turned to regard him. Pleas set flames to his wide stricken eyes. "Tyler's just a stupid boy who has no idea of what he is or the world he's just become a part of. Leave him and take me instead."
Klaus scoffed and lifted the boy over his shoulder. "Sorry, mate, but this one reeks of foolish endeavors and I mean to have my answers before his final curtain falls."
"What?" Greta glowered up at him from her huddle next to Maddox.
He offered her an indulging smile, while extending an unburdened hand to her. "Shall we, Love?"
"Mason!" For the first time since they arrived Mayor Lockwood appeared to offer a bit of consideration to his predicament. And just like the condemned when gallows humor no longer lent comfort, fear and desperation stepped forth to speak of the veracity of their impending end.
The younger man he assumed donned the handle of Mason leapt in his path. "You're the Original they refer to as Klaus, right?" His words tumbled from his mouth with haste and muddled. "I recognize you from the pictures she has of you."
"Careful, Mate. I did have a mind to leave you lot with your lives." He chanced a glance at Greta who still had yet to relinquish the place at the now deceased Maddox's side.
Mason raised his hands, while denial swung his head about. "Look, I'm only confirming who you are to say this. If you leave Tyler and take me in his place, I can get you Kathy."
His eyes rolled. Now the mutt ventured to pilfer away his time. "Who the blast it hell is Kathy?"
Greta left Maddox's side to come stand next to him. She placed a hand on his arm and effectively captivated his attention. "I think he means Katherine, Klaus."
"Rubbish," he disagreed. The treacherous bitch had long since been lost to him. his glare darted back to the Mason mutt. "She wastes away in a cave." When Lockwood only stared at him with the steady eyes of truth the brilliance of clarity stepped in and bloody enlightened him. Another familial betrayal. "Sodding Elijah!"
"Well don't just stand there, Rude Boy," The woman yelled from the doorway of the house. "Invite them in."
Rudy forced a smile. "No now, Lovey."
"Lovey?" Bonnie's face twisted as she shaded the hell out of her dad. "And who the shit break is Rude Boy?"
"These damn folks are Jehovah's Witnesses." Rudy yelled back at the woman as he pushed her towards Damon. "We invite them in and there'll be no getting rid of them. Give me a minute to run their talking asses off the property and I'll be right there."
"Don't be like that, Rudy." The woman laughed. "I wanna hear what they have to say. Now bring them in, while I grab something cool to drink."
"Okay, Gloria, damn!" Rudy cut his eye at her and Damon. "Once we get in there y'all tell her the good news. Then make up an excuse, and then get the hell out. Do. Not. Linger." He hissed from the side of his mouth as they approached the house which could easily double for a haunted meth lab. Grabbing a hold of her arm, he spun to face her. "I mean it, Bonnie."
"Oh, guess Lovey doesn't know you're moving around with more bags than Birkin, huh," she said snatching her arm from his grasp. His handling of her felt like Abby all over again. "Does she even know you have a daughter?"
Rudy muttered something about her being ungrateful, before turning to swagger up the porch stairs. Ungrateful? Try forgotten and disregarded! He had some fucking nerve. She could count on one hand how many days out of the year he took time off to be a father. Sprockets were his life or so she thought. After all the fuckery the day revealed, she didn't know what to think. However what she did know, she'd rather tea bag Damon than fake the stank with Lovey and Rude Boy.
Her dad paused at the open door to glower at them over his shoulder. "Do what the hell I say, when I say, and how I say." He jabbed her with one final hell bred hatemaker before entering the house.
Bonnie and Damon exchange pointed glares, and then followed her dad into the house. To her just stirred interest, the inside didn't match the house of a hundred maniacs vibe the outside portrayed. The wood paneling on the walls and floors gleamed. Sheep skin suede, Italian leather, and expensive crystals whatnots furnished the home. She riddled Rudy with a fully loaded glare. No wonder she couldn't have a car, he was too busy living in the damn thing! What's next vacay-ing in her college tuition?
"You all have a seat on the sofa there," The woman said coming into the room with a mahogany tray in her arms.
A pitcher of iced tea and three already filled glasses sat on the wooden platter. Bonnie and Damon reluctantly sat on the oversized wine red suede sofa. Rudy shot them get the fuck out of here glares from behind Gloria's back as she handed them each a glass. She then sat across from them and grinned like someone had said cheese. Identical dimples winked from each of her cheeks.
After they'd settled in, the woman watched she and Damon with a what's next grin. She scoffed and took a sip of her tea. Uck! Had she substituted the sugar for shit? Father Time coughed next to her while Rudy looked tempted to run time back to the days of ass whoopings. Damon bumped her arm and damn near dislocated her shoulder from the socket. She bared her teeth at him.
He met her glower with a frozen grin. "I believe she's ready to hear the good news, Sister."
"Shit, her and me both," she said, before taking another sip from her glass. The woman's brows buckled, and Rudy had the look of a man on the verge of filicide. "And when I say you and me both I mean, who couldn't use a bit of good news…and a heaping of blessings. Especially in the world we spin in day to day." She lifted her glass to Lovey, before sipping more tea. "You might as well get ready…aw yeah… 'cause today we gonna talk about it, Miss Ma'am."
Rudy dropped his face in his palm.
"Alright now, Miss Thang!" The return of Lovey's smile relit the woman's features as she dipped her head at Rudy. "Because these are the times when you need a good solid word to stand upon. Go on and talk your talk."
Damon cleared his throat. "Before she gets going I probably should see a man about draining a horse. Do you have a bathroom I can use, Ms. Gloria?"
"Upstairs, first door to the right," The woman said, barely sparing him a glance.
After Damon excused himself, she continued blowing smoke. "The other night I watched a documentary about Tupac."
The woman's head snapped back like she took one to the chin. "Shakur?"
"The one and only," she scoffed, but then thought better. "Unless you know of another?"
"Ugh, no." The woman cut her eye at Rudy who'd yet to pull his face from his palm. "Just the one, but please." She waved a hand at Bonnie. "Continue. Tell me what this documentary said. I've always enjoyed Tupac's prophe—um…" she cleared her throat. "interviews."
"They believe brother Shakur faked his death and he'll return to the world in seven years' time," she said, finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.
Gloria forced a laugh all while side-eying the hell out of her. "Well that is good news."
"Depends from what perspective you're considering the glass." Bonnie slouched down in her seat to rest her head on the back of the sofa. "The documentary is almost fourteen years old." Those were her last words before darkness and the peacefulness of nothingness came for her.
Lit torches in the distance guided Bonnie from the underbrush of Mystic Woods. Once again she'd discovered herself tossed back in time. A power greater than she must skeet whenever time dicks her around. Why the hell else would she be bouncing in and out of eras long since gone by. Her life had begun to slap like a shit stained Quantum Leap reboot? After how Niklaus tried her damn soul 999 could suck her dry. His name had hot stepped up her shit list and given itself an indefinite home right beneath Elena's. So she'd rather retire her eyes than see his face…his overprivileged sculpted to perfection face! The fucking nerve of him to jump himself in his son's body, and then blow her mind with the most fire brains she'd ever known. She'd never forget, hmm never forget…or forgive his slick ass ways.
She stumbled free of the forest with twigs clinging to her hair and potato sack. The Mikaelson's and Ayanna gathered at the harbor near the plankway. A single boat floated next to the dock. Even from a distance, the weight of Elijah's sorrow threatened to buckle her. Why in the shit break was she there? At such a time of all times? Her presence there offered nothing but inappropriateness. What a fucking mess! Forcing one foot in front of the other, she reluctantly moved to join them.
Several feet from ground zero, her steps slowed. When Ayana noticed her she waved her over. Bonnie ate her relief and course corrected. While Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik watched her as if she'd just strutted across the tide. She gave them a nod as she passed. They continued to stare in return. Each of them appeared on the verge of a greeting their mouths just couldn't commit to. She shook her head at their hut training as she claimed the place at Ayana's side. Together they watched Elijah lose his remaining shit. As supporting characters of said shit show mother and brother played their parts. Ester whispered things to Elijah while Klaus held firm to his shoulder.
"What's happening?" Bonnie hissed, unable to tear her eyes from the melodramatic disaster unraveling before her sight. "Is someone going somewhere?"
"Yes," Ayana answered, offering her a side glance. "Tatia is journeying from this life to the next."
"Shit balls of fire!" Her hand crept to claw at her thighs. "So I'm just in time for her funeral." She tossed her head back to glare up at the sky. "What the hell purpose can I serve here right now?"
Ignoring her blatant meltdown, Ayana continued. "We prepared Tatia for the voyage beyond the veil, two risings ago and still she lingers," Ayana said without an expression to the first, but Bonnie recognized the ring of passive aggressiveness resonating in her words for the shade it was. "Niklaus and Ester attempts to urge Elijah to bid her a fare thee well. Yet he cannot bring himself to sight her in such a state."
For the next fifty-eleven moments Ester and Klaus comforted Elijah. Just when she believed she'd have to get involved, he straightened and pulled himself out of Ester's embrace. Though he leaned heavily on Niklaus, progress still appeared to be achieved. Together the brothers walk the short distance to the boat. Whatever sight met Elijah's watery stare snatched their progress back ten steps.
Breaking away from Niklaus, Elijah threw himself in the boat and disappeared. Wails and sobs swelled and carried across the sea. Unable to stand his suffering any longer, Bonnie rushed over to join Ester and Niklaus.
Damon crept down the upstairs hall. He peered in each of the rooms. The peeling wallpaper, patched together furniture, and molded bed linens contrasted with the basic HGTV revival doing the least downstairs. Daddy Sprocket Bucks must've ran the hell out of bucks. The second level looked every bit of the dump the outside all but bragged to be. If they didn't have their shit clumped together why even allow anyone to venture upstairs?
Although the place fucking disgusted him, the curious case of Rudy Hopkins insisted on being cracked. Bonster may have missed the fire sirens, but he refused to turn his back on the blaze. By the time he fed his car the highway leading back to Mystic Falls, Miss Socially Unacceptable would have a fully painted picture of the inside of the closet Rude Boy stored his skeletons. Whether she wanted the work of art or not.
The conclusion of his search brought him nothing but dust. Literal filthy dust! He marched over to the grime ridden window which overlooked the backyard or graveyard. Outside, a crypt shaded by overgrown bushes and hanging tree branches snaked his notice. Lavender tinged mist cloaked the crypt. A smirk stole his lips. Checkmate! He now knew where the dead bodies were buried. Damon lifted the window and dove through the opening. He landed on his feet and continued on never breaking his stride. Halfway to his destination a blow to the back gave him wings.
"The two of you are acquainted," Elijah stated as his scrutiny moved over them both. The revelation provoked his suspicions of Katerina to increase.
"Really, Elijah? Still the side-eye?" Katerina's features twisted into an expression he readily deigned as unbecoming. "Her mother and I are best friends, we've been so for years."
The immortal adolescent scoffed.
Elijah lent the younger vampire his regard as he unbuttoned his jacket and slipped his hand in the front pocket of his trousers. "What is your purpose for being here?"
"Bonnie is a friend and we were supposed to meet up at the Grill-,"
"Hear me and hear me well. I have neither the inclination nor patience to entertain such fanciful fabrications? So again I implore, why have you come here?" He extended a hand to the tiny vampire, when she took hold of the appendage he assisted her to her feet. "This time I expect to be met with the truth. For continued falsehoods will only convince me you are a threat and if I deem you to be a danger to Ms. Bennett I have no misgivings of disposing of you as such."
She assented with a slow dip of the head. "I-I'm here because I need her help," she answered and finally the echoes of truth reverberated throughout her tone. "Over a hundred years ago my mother was trapped within a cave by the Founder's Council and Bonnie's ancestor Emily Bennett. Since only a Bennett Witch can unravel the spell of another Bennett Witch, she's the only one who can help me."
Of course! Despite his disciplined visage, his eyes rolled. Once again they had discovered themselves in the presence of one of Katerina's ill-conceived schemes. "And this is the very cave in which you've allowed Niklaus to believe you languished, is it not?" He turned to settle Katerina with a glare bred from discontent only to discover the place next to him vacant.
The girl tsked. "My mom always said that slippery Pussy Kat would run through your fingers if you neglected to hold her with both your eyes and hands."
"Indeed," he agreed.
Damon hurtled through the air until he collided into a marble statue. Moments later Kol Mikaelson stood over him with a face full of hell. Shit. "I can expla-,"
Before he finished copping a plea, serial killer Mikaelson yanked him from the ground by his neck. He tossed him in the air and kicked him as if he were hoping for a hail Mary field goal. Damon crashed into a head stone and they both shattered on impact.
"Damon, Damon, Damon." Kol tore him from the grave by his neck to raise him to eye level. "I tasked you with a rather important task."
He laughed. "Oh, kitten, retract your-,"
"A task which hosted a deadline. The functioning word being dead," Then the unoriginal bastard shook him harder than a Becky attempting to twerk a pants full of air. "You were to discover the vampire who had designs on seeing my paramour to the Otherside. Yet, instead of doing as instructed, you absconded with her. Did you truly believe I wouldn't discover you here in the land of triviality…that I would not come for her, darling?"
"Abscond?" He coughed to clear the blood flooding his mouth and throat. "What the hell do you mean by abscond? Have you met her? There's not a body rocking chance in a convent I'd be able to take that Pitbull around the block without her say so. Do you seriously believe I can smuggle her from the state?" When Kol only stared unmoved, he continued to pound the hell out of his point. "My ass would still be blazing if facts resided in your stupid narrative." Still, nothing! So he took his silence as an opportunity to run him his explanation. "Look, me and the witch bumped into each other when this fucking teen vamp queen tried to kidnap us both."
"So you did uncover the vampire that's hunting her?" Kol's beady eyes squinted further.
"Not exactly," he shook his head as best as he could. "You see Ana needs Bonnie alive. So she's the last one who'd want to stick little miss anti everything in a hole."
Kol growled like he intended to audition to be DMX's hype man (RIP X). "So you still know nothing!" He snatched his glare away to consider thin air, before sweeping his stare back to him. "Why did you bring her here?"
"She wanted to prove she actually had a father," he said, and then dipped his head towards the house. "She's inside with him now."
"Yet you're skulking about-,"
An energy band flared from the crypt, blowing them both off their feet. They landed several paces away from magical ground zero. Wasting no time they both climbed to their feet and raced towards the crypt. Kol ripped the stone door off the hinges. The fuckery inside snatched them to a standstill. A woman he recognized as one of the Bennett Witches he should've protected floated next to a vampire. Magic was being siphoned from the woman while the vampire was being drained of his blood. The sight snatched the stolen color from Kol's face until he appeared bleached out milk white.
"You sodding idiot! You've escorted her to the ones who means to end her." Kol growled, before spinning around and zipping back towards the house.
"Nay!" Elijah bellowed as he rested his cheek on Tatia's stomach. "She cannot have leave of me. They cannot! Nay, I will not allow such a wickedness to occur."
"Elijah, I beg of you," Ester sobbed, reaching a trembling hand out to him, "Please!"
"Mother, nay! Undo this curse you thought to place upon us." He wailed, tears drenching his face. "Can you not sight I reject this existence. I only want to journey with my wife and babe to the Otherside."
Ester dissolved into a noisy watery mess, while Niklaus turned away to do the same. Sniffles, faces overran with distress, and bad times altogether fucked over her senses. Every piece and part of her wanted to detach and wake the hell up. She didn't do tragedy, not well. Never had she ever. Not even when Abby thought to retire at being her mother or when her dad decided pushing sprockets worldwide was more important than being her fucking father. But standing there listening to Elijah's suicidal wishes shook her shitless. Her fear of rejection buckled under her fear of losing him.
Not dwelling on thoughts of why she shouldn't, Bonnie hopped in the boat with him. Air sucking and choking rippled through the Mikaelsons and slapped hella loud at her auditory senses. She didn't give a Nick Carter at the mall shit about their outrage at her out of character extraness!
Shock snatched his head from his wife's belly, but the possibility of hope stretched his eyes wide. "Will you aide me in this endeavor, Bonnie? Please, you must help me seek out my end. I don't want to live any longer. Not without her."
"And I can't exist without you…I refuse to," she said dropping to her knees in an attempt to level herself with him. His face crumpled. "I'm sorry, Elijah. I know you love Tatia, but as much as you love her I love you." He turned his face away as if the feelings she bled bored him. Not there for his interest, she continued to cut herself open and spill out her truth. "If you succeed in offing yourself, then know you'll take a huge chunk of me with you too."
He pulled away from her. Emptiness and death cast shadows in a stare which usually brimmed with affection. "Your claims of love holds no value to me," Elijah muttered in a tone so dead of emotion the sound composed a symphony dedicated to the life deprived. He then rested his head back on Tatia's stomach.
"Okay!" Her head bobbed as determination to save him slitted her gaze. "If we're dying then let's get this shitty tide rider out there popping switches on the waves."
Bonnie dropped and stretched out on the floor of the boat. Once settled, she connected with her sorcery the way Mrs. Mikaelson attempted to teach her. This time instead of frustration the straw under Tatia's body burst into flames. And this fucking blaze she could feel. Sheeot! Yet she wouldn't leave though. Nope, she planned to show Elijah the difference between a rider and a runner. Unsure of what he'd do next, she gazed at him as everyone on the docks lost their combined minds, but she ignored them. Elijah gaze darted from her to Tatia and back. Just when she believed he'd choose death over life, he stooped down and scooped her from the ground. Moments later, he placed her on the docks. Undiluted angst ripped his face to shreds as he watched the now blazing boat floating out to see.
Without looking away from the boat, he spoke. "Because of your manipulations this eve, I have lost something which can never be retrieved. For this interference you will never know my forgiveness…or love."