i do not own vampire diaries just this plot bunny.
A/N: The continuation of the last chapter is here! Took longer than I thought, since I was in a bit of a rut. Should be updating chapter 3 and 4 within the next week.
I will be updating and working on this and the following fanfictions: The Lost Tale of Midoriko, tethered, Wicked Little Witchling, We're Not So Different [new fic coming this week] and You Were Worth the Risk.
Enjoy!
Chapter 2.5: A Few Questions
"Papa."
It had been almost nineteen years since she last saw her father. He still looked the same, Davina thought. Although, that was something that just came with being immortal. Her father didn't age—couldn't age really. He was always going to be twenty-five. But she did remember a time when he had grown his hair out or grown a beard. Small things, but those mattered. It reminded her that her father was human. He wasn't like the rest of his family and, through blood, her family too.
Davina wasn't sure who made the first move, but they met in the middle. He encased her in his arms, had her flushed against his chest and whispering to her in Old Norse. She loved her father's hugs. They were warm and he always made it seem like he was going to keep her protected from the world.
He pulled back, a smile on his face. "I've missed you, my dear."
"I missed you too."
"Excuse me." Oh right, they did have an audience. Davina turned her eyes on her family, while Henrik excused himself briefly. He said something about a phone call and headed off towards the living room. Davina addressed them with a nervous smile.
"What exactly is going on here?" Klaus continued, his eyes narrowing at the young witch.
"I'm sure that my father gave you some inkling for what is going on." Davina said, her voice carrying a lilt of an accent. Rebekah took over for her brother.
"A bit."
Davina sighed and glanced back towards the shut living room doors. Of course, her father would keep some things from them. He preferred for things to come together. Aunt Qetsiyah was blunt and simply said what needed to be said. Her mother, well she was also blunt but decided to play the middleman in most situations.
"What did he tell you?"
"Apparently our long-lost brother has been alive for the last century." Kol said and narrowed his eyes at her. "And apparently your mother is still alive."
Davina shook her head. "My mother is dead at the moment."
"Dead?" the entire parroted.
Esther stepped forward. "You poor dear."
Davina fixed her with a glare. "Let's not play the sympathetic grandmother all of a sudden."
Klaus frowned and stared at the young girl. That glare was hauntingly familiar. Only instead of blue eyes, he was envisioning green and whirling dark hair. He flashed over to the young witch, who look up at him. Her eyes were the same shade of Rebekah's, the same as his. But he saw some of Henrik in the shape of her eyes, his under-laying scent of something woodsy. But he could also smell something akin to cinnamon and chai, and the only women he had ever met with that scent were the Bennetts. But that was impossible. The only Bennett around was the little witch—
He paused.
No.
Davina gasped when he pulled her closer to him. His family's shouts of him being indecent fell on deaf ears. He buried his face into her neck and inhaled.
She smelt like the woods, but as he inhaled again, he could practically smell the spices on his tongue. He pulled away from her, stepping back as if he had been burned. Those manic blue eyes drank her in. The soft caramel hue of her skin, the heart shape of her face. The narrowed glare she had fixed on him. All he had to do was replace her features a bit and he basically had another Bonnie Bennett staring him in the face.
Henrik's words rang in his ears. A wife he had said. His reaction to Elijah and solely Elijah made him think of the times Elijah had betrayed the little witch. Saved him from death, had her mother turned into a vampire simply to save the doppelganger's life.
Could Bonnie Bennett be his brother's life? No, he thought. That was ridiculous. Bonnie was a high school senior the last he saw her. She had walked across the stage with Caroline into the next chapter of her life. She couldn't—
He whirled around and directed his attention to Kol. "You said you saw the Bennett witch before the veil went back up. Where exactly?"
A shadow crossed Kol's face. He hated the image his mind conjured. Her body crumpled and eyes lifeless. She looked like a thrown away doll. "I saw her corpse in the boiler room of the high school. Poor girl exhausted herself."
Rebekah released a sharp gasp. She might not have been so close to Bonnie, but to hear that she was dead. She hadn't wished that on that poor girl. Elena, she had no problem with. Even the Forbes girl. But never Bonnie.
"What does some random witch have anything to with your assault on D?" Marcel demanded. This was crazy. Davina was being spelled by somebody—probably the witch who had been in the living room not too long ago. What was her name? Qetsi-something.
Davina answered for him. "She has everything to do with why he's sniffing me out. Isn't that right, Klaus?"
"And it's really rude of you to talk about someone's mother." Henrik addressed as he walked back into the room. He then addressed the group. "I do hope you all are up for a quick trip to Mystic Falls."
"How exactly do you plan to do that?" Klaus asked, finding his brother's shoulder shrug to be rather irksome. "We can't really get plane tickets."
"Nik, now isn't the time to be arrogant." Rebekah snapped. Kol rolled his eyes while each of his siblings agreed.
"Just a trick Tess taught me." Henrik answered his brother. "I will need your help, mother. Davina my dear, you too."
Esther hesitated but walked towards him. Davina clasped his hand and held hers out to her grandmother. The moment their hands touched; their magic hummed in harmony.
Caroline blew into the Boardinghouse with Elena, Tyler, and Matt on her heels.
"Where is she?" the girls demanded.
"What do you mean she's dead?"
"Who are the new witches?"
Damon had to fight from rolling his eyes. Stefan was off to the side, watching them. Caroline was the first to take notice of the witches once Tyler's question settled. There were two witches sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. They were holding hands and chanting. Bonnie had been moved from the comfort of the couch to next to the women.
"Who are they and what are they doing?" Caroline demanded.
"They're the ones bringing Bonnie back." Stefan answered her.
Elena moved over to Damon, her eyes landing on the two women. One was blonde, probably no older than her early thirties, maybe late twenties. She reminded her strikingly of Esther. The other woman, however, reminded Elena of Bonnie. It was almost like they could be family. Her hair was curlier, and Elena was certain her eyes were hazel, not green, but every cell of her being was telling Elena that this woman, whoever she was, could pass as Bonnie's older sister.
"But who are they?" Caroline asked.
Damon shrugged his shoulders. He didn't have an answer, but that didn't surprise Caroline one bit. Or Elena for that matter, but she kept quiet about it. Damon was too sensitive when it came to him not being in the know. Both girls turned to Stefan, who also shrugged.
"I don't know who the blonde woman is," he jutted his head towards the two witches. "But I know the other woman's name is Tessa. She saved me from the safe I was trapped in."
"Trapped?" It was rather creepy how in sync Damon and Elena could be.
Stefan said nothing. He hated thinking about it, being trapped in a safe and drowning repeatedly. It had taken a lot of will power not to shut off his emotions. That, as well as the knowledge that he had to find a way to get Bonnie back. She had not deserved to die so young and not for Elena or Jeremy. If there was one thing he could do right by Shelia and to atone for all the pain he'd caused her, it would be to bring Bonnie back. She was his friend and if he had Bonnie back; if Bonnie was still around then maybe he had a chance at bringing her back too.
He could not remember her face. Stefan could never remember her face. But her laugh? That sounded just out of his reach, like she was running away from him. Or having him run towards it.
"Stefan, what do you mean by trapped?" Elena asked, walking towards him. "You've been here."
"That wasn't me." He said.
"Then who the hell was it?" Damon hissed at him.
"Silas." Called a new voice, this one male.
All eyes, except for the witches, turned towards the one who answered. Esther Mikaelson looked around, honestly confused and in wonder while a young man and a teenager stood beside her. In the teenager's arms, was a sleeping toddler. The teenage girl was looking everywhere but the confused supernatural and rocking the baby.
"Can't believe it worked," she said offhandedly. "Oh, but where are the others?"
"Outside," the man answered. "The deed is null and void, but if I'm guessing, there's a reason why they're outside."
"Will you two shut up?" Tessa snapped, opening her eyes. She released her hands and stood up, dusting off invisible particles. "I know I taught you better than this, Hen."
The man laughed. "You did. Did you put that spell on the house?"
"Nope she did," she craned her head towards the blonde. "Honestly, between the two of you, I can't believe you're scared of a little confrontation. I have not seen my sister in almost three hundred years, and she's been dead. Do you see me getting nervous?"
"You don't have a family as dysfunctional as ours." The blonde woman said, crossing her arms. "Not every day you run into the mother who sold your life away."
Esther's eyes took in the woman. It couldn't be...
She hoped it wasn't. Her heart wouldn't be able to take any more surprises. Henrik was alive, married with a child and over nine hundred years old. She wouldn't be able to deal with her past mistakes catching up to her. Not if this woman was who she thought it was.
Tessa rolled her eyes. "My father arranged for me to marry a man who betrayed me for a handmaiden. I was killed by my older brother, my younger sister was killed by a man who was obsessed over her, twice. You're lucky you aren't a vampire dear, then you'd know just what type of hell your father put your siblings through. Well except for Henrik."
"Twice?" the teenage girl chirped; her blue eyes wide. "Aunt Qetsiyah, you can't be serious."
"Qetsiyah?"
Had someone cast an echo spell?
Tessa turned her eyes back to the group of supernaturals Bonnie had decided to befriend. She shuddered at the look Elena was giving her. She looked like a fish gasping for air. At least Caroline had some real concern showing on her face. She'd also give the quarterback and hybrid some credit; she knew they cared. She did wonder how someone with eyes so blue could get so teary. Stefan looked like he was piecing somethings together. At least he wasn't stupid -she hoped. Jeremy hadn't said a word since the revelation of Bonnie's death, not until her name was revealed. Now he looked ready to fire off questions like a loaded gun.
The two-thousand-year-old witch said nothing to them before glancing at Freya. "You're going to have to face them. Henrik's already given them some answers. They'll want to know how you came across me."
Freya sighed. "Fine, but we're going to have to create some space. It's already crowded in here and it don't think this room can hold them as well."
"You right want to make it quick too," the teenage girl said. "I think Mikael is going for Klaus's throat."
Henrik sighed. "I'll handle it."
"You don't want to be here when she wakes up?" the girl asked, a pout forming on her face. Stefan frowned. That pout looked familiar to him. Where had he seen it?
"I'll know," vowed the man. He kissed her forehead and headed outside. The room got quiet after that. All eyes looked around, from the person closest to them to strangers who seemed like an old friend or an enemy to be made. The only person whose eyes stayed on Bonnie's form was Qetsiyah.
It was all up to her now. Bonnie had to wake up on her own.
But what she wanted to know was, which Bonnie would it be?
