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This is unedited. I got lazy so I'm not sorry if there are mistakes. It's a long chapter.

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Chapter 3: Hello You

Davina watched her father exit the boardinghouse. That left her inside with Esther, little Hope and her two aunts; as well as some unwanted strangers. Freya busied herself with an expansion spell while Qetsiyah disappeared into the kitchen to make some tea and coffee. That only left Davina with her grandmother and cousin. She glanced down at Hope, whose big blue eyes were transfixed on the blonde vampire in the room. She must have thought it was Rebekah, because she started getting squirmy.

"No Hope, that isn't aunt Bex." Davina said, "She's much younger than her."

Caroline wasn't sure if she should be flattered or offended by that statement. No one really had anything to say to her, but it was Stefan who took up the charge. His green eyes looked the teenage girl up and down. There was something about her, it was too familiar. Not just that she reminded him of Bonnie, but something else.

"Would you mind explaining a few things to us?" he asked.

Davina's eyes widened at the sight of him. She knew he wasn't Silas. She swallowed the lump in her throat and then nodded. "Sure, what questions do you have?" she shifted Hope onto her hip again. The infant took to drooling on her shoulder.

"How about we start with who the hell you are?" one of the vampires asked. His icy blue eyes gave her pause. She has never seen eyes like that before.

"My name is Davina," she answered.

"You're a witch," the blonde girl said.

"I am." Davina said. Didn't they have any other questions?

"Okay then Davina, next question. Why the hell are you with the Mother from Hell?" the vampire asked her, his eyes locked on Esther. She wasn't even paying attention to them. Her eyes were still following Freya around, who was making it her mission to pretend her mother did not exist.

"She's my grandmother," Davina said. "And before you ask, the the infant isn't mine. She's my cousin."

"That's Klaus's kid?" a new voice said. It belonged to the hybrid in the room. That seemed to open up a whole new debate. The dark haired vampire flashed to Davina, his eyes suddenly more manic than she would like. She clutched the child to her chest and focused her magic. He was sent flying into the bookshelf before he could even ask a question.

"Klaus had a baby?" the blonde vampire whispered.

Stefan glanced at Davina, holding his hands up as a sign of good faith. "Would you like to move this conversation to the kitchen? It could be just you and me."

He took notice of the soft blush that stained her cheeks. "Hope stays with me."

"Of course," he assured. The two headed into the kitchen just as Qetsiyah was making her way back. She gave Stefan a once over and passed a glance at her niece.

"Don't even think about riding that saddle, dear. I've had the the original." She quipped and headed outside. "And I wasn't impressed."

Davina flushed. She glanced back at Stefan, who had taken to leaning against the island in the kitchen. Sharing a glance with Hope, Davina took a seat. She sent a silent prayer to her ancestors.

She was not going to get on that saddle again. Twice was enough.

No matter now much she liked it.

"So," she coughed, "What else would you like to know?"


Henrik stepped out into the sunlight, taking note of the tension surrounding his family. Marcel noticed him first and made his way over, his vampiric visage in full view. He rolled his eyes at the vampire and send him fighting into some bushes with a wave of his hand. He then took the time to put a good ten feet between his father and brother, who had been chest to chest and snarling in each other's faces.

"Are you idiots done?" he asked.

"Where is Hope?" Klaus demanded, his nostrils flaring. Hayley nodded, though her arm never left its spot on Elijah's forearm. Henrik rolled his eyes skyward.

"Why are we in Mystic Falls?" Finn asked.

"Where's Davina?" Marcel growled as he made his way back over.

"Why can't we get inside?" The last one came from Rebekah.

"To answer all of your questions: Hope is inside with Davina, both of them are fine. We're in Mystic Falls because this where my wife is. And you can't get inside because I'm quite sure Freya is keeping us out." Henrik said, turning his eyes towards the house. He could feel his father's eyes burn into the back of his head.

"Freya?" Finn asked. He felt he had heard that name before.

Mikael's growl rumbled and none of the siblings had time to stop him from grabbing Henrik by his throat. "You're lying."

"You think I'd lie about her?" he asked, not at all phased at his father's temper. He may not have suffered any bouts of it as a child, but he had seen what he had done to Nik. "I'm not the one you should be directing your anger at, father."

He shoved Mikael away from him and rubbed at his throat. "Freya is keeping you all from coming inside. I'm honestly surprised she hasn't blasted mother through the window yet."

"Why would she do that?" Kol asked.

"She is our older sister," Henrik said. "Although, she doesn't have our temper, not that I know of."

The siblings were quiet for a full minute before they started firing off more questions. Henrik waited, he'd answer them all once they had calmed down. As his siblings continued to ask questions, he was prepared to answer them.

What he wasn't prepared for the sudden wave of magic that hit him. The earth rumbled and the siblings all held onto each other while Mikael looked around for any immediate threat. Henrik fell to the ground, hissing at the hex before he stood up, holding onto his shoulder. The others watched as a man came walking up the pavement, a grin on his face.

Klaus, Elijah and Rebekah were all confused as to why Stefan Salvatore was outside. Henrik got to his feet, muttering a counter for the burning hex. His face was scrunched but he managed to pull the magic from his flesh and shot it back at his attacker.

"Nasty little trick, Silas."

Silas caught the hex, twirled it around his fingers and sent it towards Kol. The Original grunted as he dropped to the ground. With a laugh, the Original Immortal clapped his hands at the warlock standing him down.

"I'll give you that, little warlock." He said, coming to stand in front him. He looked the man up and down before he cocked a smirk in his direction. "Now how exactly do you know my name?"

Henrik smirked. "Qetisyah says hello."

"And what does that bitch have you do with anything?" He asked.

"Everything."

He barely turned to see Qetsiyah glaring at him before she sent a blast of magic at him. He groaned as he dropped to the ground. Her magic dug into him and he gritted his teeth as the witch waved her hand, snapping his neck. He stopped moving and Henrik reached down, grabbing hold of him.

"Everything, really?" he directed to his mentor.

"Well, everything to do with him spending eternity with me." She shrugged. "Let's head inside, shall we? All of us. Freya's just going to have to deal with this awkward family reunion."

Henrik turned back to his family, now missing Klaus and Hayley as they had rushed inside to see their daughter. Marcel was already following suit and heading towards Davina. Henrik and the others headed inside. Qetisyah pointed at Damon.

"Basement."

"Follow me." He grunted and lead her downstairs with an unconscious Silas over her shoulders. Henrik made his way over to the couch, where Bonnie rested. He settled beside her, moved her head so it was resting on his lap and began stroking her hair. The gesture was no lost on the other occupants in the room. Elena and Caroline were getting ready to ask questions when Jeremy beat them to the punch.

"Who the hell are you and why are you touching, Bonnie?" the hunter asked. He didn't like how this unknown man was anywhere near his girlfriend. Matt blinked, taking in the scene before him. Henrik said nothing to them, just brushed a lock of hair out of Bonnie's face and started humming softly. Beside him, Tyler was already piecing the puzzle together. That man had Bonnie's scent all over him, granted it was very faded. He also took notice of the silver band on his left ring finger. The chain around his neck was holding a slender version.

Either this guy knew Bonnie and they got hitched in a Vegas wedding, or and his nose was never wrong, this guy was a supernatural mystery that was about to solved.

"Henrik," Rebekah called. Henrik said nothing, just glanced back behind his shoulder at his older sister. He nodded his head and went back to his precious task.

"What the hell is going on?" Elena breathed.


Bonnie watched the memories as they slowly played out before her.

:::

A young Bonnie sitting by a waterfall as her brothers and sisters practiced magic without her. She was no older than five but she watched, transfixed as her elder brother and sister made fire. Her mouth opened in awe as Qetsiyah took hold of the fire, swirled it between her fingers and sent it flying towards the water. The steam rose and soon, it was changing and wind blew around them.

She caught her sister's grin and returned it with her own. Qetsiyah was always looking out for her.

Always.

:::

Bonnie was five years old when her mom and dad started fighting. It lasted eight months; all the while, Grams did her best to keep her mind off of the chaos going on at home. She played jazz and baked chocolate chip cookies with Bonnie. They sat at the table in the kitchen, eating cookies while Grams told her stories about her youth. Nothing graphic of course, but stories of how she met her grandfather.

Bonnie told her about her dreams. About a little boy with wild curly hair and big brown eyes. She couldn't remember his name, but she knew he meant so much to her. She told her Grams of the dream she had last night.

The little boy had given her a flower. A spider lily, as she would later learn when she found the flower in a book.

"What was his name?" Grams asked her as Bonnie took a sip of her milk, her cheeks smudged with chocolate.

Little Bonnie pouted, setting down her glass. "I don't remember."

She wishes she did.

:::

She was twelve years old when she met Silas. He was quite handsome; dirtied blonde curls and green colored eyes. He was going to marry her sister when they were older. Their marriage was going to unite the two Traveler clans and she couldn't be happier.

"Silas!" she called to her future in law. The warlock turned, eyes wide as if he was afraid of being caught. He gave a smile as he looked down at the child.

"Hello Bonnie," he greeted. "What brings you here?"

"I wanted to say hello. Are you off see Qetsiyah?"

He nodded. "I am."

She beamed at him. "You're going to be a wonderful brother in law."

She left him then, heading off for her lessons. She never saw how her words hurt him. She didn't know he wasn't going to be her brother in law. Just like she didn't know he was going to be her enemy later on in life.

:::

Her brother stood over the bludgeoned corpse that was once her sister. Bonnie is nineteen and her face is wet with tears as she wastes no time. She waved her hand and her brother dropped to the ground, neck snapped and dead. Bonnie screams as she drops into a crawl towards her sister's body. She can barely make out those hazel eyes as she begs for her sister to wake up. She can't do this, not without Qetsiyah. She can't be here without her.

Blood smears her hands and her cheeks as she kisses her sister's hands. A small vial of something clear rests besides her. It's half drunk and Bonnie can feel the magic in it. Qetsiyah's magic.

"Come back," she begs. Her fingers are shaking as she wraps them around the vial. The liquid is bitter, almost vile as it slides down her throat. She hiccups and holds her sister close. "Come back to me."

Their parents find them there, two dead children and one wishing she was.

The days that follow, Bonnie is a walking ghost. She doesn't eat or sleep. She's just mourns.

She never notices her father, angry and also mourning, approach her with the knife.

:::

Bonnie was fifteen when she awoke screaming and gripping at her throat. She takes in her surroundings, taking in the pastels of her room, the lavender of her sheets and her replacement for Ms. Cuddles. A small black bear with a bowtie that she's taken to calling Henry.

She reaches for the bear and clutches it close to her chest.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream.

She holds the bear for dear life and that's how her Grams finds her. Crying and holding a stuffed bear.

:::

Qetsiyah is beside her when she awakens. Neither say a word, they hug embrace. Questions can come later. They can always come later.

Her sister is alive and that's all that matters to her.

:::

She has spent the last century as a witch.

An ancient witch and powerful witch who wanders the lands without notice. She checks in the descendants her family has produced. She and Qetsiyah had gone their separate ways for a time. Her sister wanted to be alone and Bonnie wanted to travel the world.

As she made her way to the cave her sister had made her home, Bonnie was nervous. She made her way towards the cave and was halted by an arrow coming her way. She blinked as the arrowhead hit the tree close to her face. Her assailant armed another arrow, his brown eyes hard as he kept his eyes trained on her.

"I won't miss this time." The ten year old warned her.

Bonnie smirked, he was adorable. She removed the hood of her cloak and he faltered, mouth agape. She walked up to him, cautious not to scare him. "I don't mean any harm. I'm looking for my sister."

"No one lives in these woods." He said, though he couldn't stop staring at her.

"Really?" she arched an eyebrow and bent down to his level. He came to her waist and he flustered when meeting her eyes. She held her hand out for him to take. "I'll show you, if you'd like."

"I'm not a witch." He grumbled, eyes downcast.

She offered a sweet smile. Her eyes quickly took notice of the bandages on his neck but she also searched that spark of magic inside of him. Her smile widened into a grin. "Yes you do, dear."

"Henrik, where are you?"

The child, Henrik, turned towards the newcomer. Qetsiyah had no changed much in the years, though she noticed her hair was curlier. The question she had died on her lips as she caught sight of her sister. Bonnie arose and smiled.

"Hello sister."

:::

Henrik was eighteen when he made his feelings known. She had always suspected, from the flower crowns to the small gifts he would give during his travels. He was a sweet boy, but she wasn't going to cross that line.

He should be off finding a nice, normal girl to settle down with. Bonnie sat by the campfire, watching the flames as her sister slept not that far off. Henrik had gone to get more firewood and she hummed softly to herself. The rustle of leaves was heard but she smiled when she saw it Henrik.

"Back already?" she asked when she noticed the lack of firewood. Instead she noticed the flower in his quivering hand. She sighed and met his eyes. "Henrik."

"You don't have to return my feelings," he said and sat down beside her. "I just...I wanted you to know."

"You and I," she sighed. What could she say?

"We can't be," he said for her. He gave her a weak smile and leaned over, kissing her cheek. "I know. I know and it's terrible because I want you."

"I'm too old for you," she said.

He laughed. "You were too old for me when I was ten years old and aiming an arrow at you. That didn't stop me from developing these feelings."

"Henrik-"

"I don't know if I'm in love with you." He said, too quick for her liking. But he locked eyes with her, and she felt her heart contract at the softness in those brown eyes. "But I know that as long as I walk this earth, as long as I am breathing, I will love you, Bonnie."

She says nothing as he places the deep red carnation between her earlobe, his hand grasping hers. He plants a kiss to her knuckles and wishes her goodnight.

:::

Qetsiyah has had enough of this.

She doesn't even greet Bonnie with a hello. Instead as she is mulling over another potion, her sister greets her with a harsh slap. Her cheek stings and she looks up at her sister, confusion etched in her face.

"What the hell?" she demands in their mother tongue of Old Greek.

"Whatever the hell you did to him, stop it." Qetisyah demanded. Henrik had been in a funk for the last three days. Bonnie frowned as she tried to figure out why. Henrik and her had not talked since that night in the woods over a year ago.

"What are you talking about?"

"He looks like the dead." Qetsiyah bemoaned, her face in her hands. "You did something!"

"I haven't talked to Henrik in over a year. Could it be that maybe, something else is bothering him, sister?" Bonnie asked, as she reached for the spoon stir her potion.

"You can't be serious," Qetsiyah scoffed. "He only gets like that when its either you or his family. And he hasn't seen hide or hair of them."

Bonnie glanced at her sister but said nothing. She felt a tingle crawl up her spine. Henrik was here and she frowned, feeling a second magical source. The two witches looked up as a young woman walked in with Henrik. Bonnie wasn't sure why, but she didn't like the anger that stabbed her gut.

"Who is this, Hen?" Qetsiyah asked, hands on her hips. "Please tell me you're not getting over my sister with some basic strumpet."

The blonde woman frowned and Henrik groaned at his mentor. "She isn't someone I am trying to sleep with."

"So there are others." Qetsiyah pointed out, her eyes locked on her sister's form. Bonnie said nothing and reached for the dried carnation. She held out her hand towards Henrik. Qetsiyah watched as the warlock blinked but took told of her hand in his. He winced as a cut formed on his palm. She held the cut over the potion and then muttered a healing spell.

He did cut his eyes at the small witch at how slow the healing was going.

"I'm not sleeping with him," the blonde assured them. "I'm not one for committing incest."

The two ancient witches paused and looked at the woman. She answered their unanswered question. "I'm Henrik's eldest sister, Freya."

:::

For Henrik's twenty-fifth birthday, Bonnie had decided to give him her present last. He was still a bit upset Freya had disappeared a few days after meeting them, but she promised to see them again. They just weren't sure when. Qetsiyah had been helping him with his magic and now he was getting ready to go off for a year on his own. Bonnie had decided to take him outside shortly after Qetsiyah had fallen asleep.

She smiled at the young man as he walked ahead of her. He had grown into a handsome man, and she still wondered why had not given up on her. He had never taken a lover and she found that to be rather foolish.

"Are you excited about tomorrow?" she asked, taking a seat next to him as he sat on a log. He hummed and turned to her, brown eyes curious.

"Where do you think I should go?" he asked.

"Wherever you want," she answered him. She pulled the vial from her pocket and handed it to him. "Happy Birthday."

He blinked and reached for the vial of clear liquid. He frowned and looked at her. "What is this?"

"I know you'll never stop until you find your siblings," she said and curled his fingers around the vial. "So I made you a potion. It's the..."

"Immortality spell." He breathed and looked her in the eyes. "You did this for me?"

She nodded. "Of course. I adore you, Henrik."

He said nothing, simply hugged her, his head buried in the curls of her hair. "Thank you," he breathed.

"You're welcome."

:::

By the fifth century, they had begun to be hunted.

The Travelers started hunting them while they were in Rome. Bonnie had been the one to get them off their trail the first time. As she summoned a wall of fire, she watched from the other side as a man watched her leave.

She would later learn the man's name and it would haunt her forever.

:::

Henrik had a close call with an unhinged Kol. Bonnie had found him, a mess of emotions. He hadn't stop speaking in his mother tongue of Old Norse. The moment she got them away from the massacre of the Five and any other bodies; she held him tight as he cried. He had never lost his composure like this. She had seen him almost run into his siblings before, and had just missed Mikael multiple times during their travels.

She says nothing as he clings to her, whispers for her. She makes no move when he kisses her. She lets him.

She lets him get lost in the kiss that turns into multiple kisses. She lets him get lost in her and their afterglow.

:::

She isn't sure when she falls in love with him.

She isn't sure when she went from seeing him as a child to seeing him as man, as a lover. But she knows that as she lays dying at the hands of the Travelers, that she regrets never telling him. Her magic coils, ready to release itself upon her attacker. This man with dark eyes and hair. So similar and yet so different from Henrik.

Henrik looks at her with love and adoration.

Henrik's touches are soft and warm, his kisses set a fire within her.

The monster above her, the man known as Markos, his eyes are savage. His teeth are bloody from the hemorrhaging she had inflicted upon him. His body covers her, his hard and tightly coiled for either killing her or fucking her, she isn't sure which. But she had a sick feeling he would do both to her.

Markos's bloody smile burns in her mind as he leans down, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. He licks her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth and letting her taste copper.

She's so caught off guard by the kiss, she never notices the fire beneath her, or the sear of flesh until she's burning. She dies in a field of carnations, some pink, some white and an array of light and deep reds. They all burn black as her final thoughts are of Henrik.

:::

When she awakens, she's being cradled in arms. She knows these arms, has had them hold her during passionate embraces and when he was happy to see her after being away for so long. Behind him, she can feel Qetsiyah's magic. It's raging as she burns the Travelers who dared try and harm her. She doesn't have the heart to tell her sister they were already dead.

She had made sure they burned with Markos.

:::

Henrik proposed under the stars.

Under the night sky in Romania, far from the camp they had been seeking shelter at, he had taken her from her sister. They had made love under those very stars and in the moment of their afterglow, he asked her if she would be his wife. She wasn't sure why she had cried, but she had. Under the stars, in the arms of the man she had come to love, she cried and cried.

But she did say yes.

:::

They had been married over a hundred years when she got her first bout of morning sickness. Henrik had rubbed her back and held her hair back. Once she was sure she couldn't throw up anymore, they went to a local physician. That day, they learned they were expecting a child.

Freya had been overjoyed that her brother was expecting but she also had taken him aside and warned him of what was to come. Not only were the Travelers after them, but if word of their child got back to Dahlia, they would have more problems. She had left that night, wishing them luck.

That was the last Henrik would see of his sister is over three hundred years.

In the spring of 1725, they welcomed their little girl; Davina Claire.

:::

The night she died, Bonnie Mikaelson-Bennett made a choice.

Markos was coming for her and he would have her. But she wasn't going to go down without a fight. She would take them out the same way she had before; in fire. The hours leading up to her death, she gave specific instructions to her sister and to her husband. She danced once last time with the man she loved, ate dinner with her daughter and partook in magic with her sister.

The last time she kissed her husband, it was bittersweet. They wouldn't see each other for centuries and when they did, there was the off case she wouldn't the woman he would remember. So she told her daughter to smile always, to make her father happy and stay by each other's side. She gave Henrik her wedding band and when he left with Davina, she shed a few tears.

It was a goodbye.

As the Travelers tried to break through her barrier, she started chanting. She could feel them dying off, as fire burned their insides and severed their magic. They would burn and soon, she would too.

The fires, the little fires that started outside, spread inside. She heard the boots as they dug across the floor. She let her eyes fall on the man who haunted her dreams. Those dark eyes drank her in, took in every change from the last time they had met.

"You're still so beautiful," Markos mused as he summoned his magic.

"And you're still so twisted," she retorted, her own magic flaring.

"You know I will return and when I do, I am going to make you mine." He promised.

"And I will end you again, and again, until the end of time." She vowed.

Their magic clashed and the cottage burned.

:::

Bonnie Bennett is sixteen years old and being plagued by nightmares of a life that wasn't her own. She's crying in front of her mother's old vanity as she mourns. She mourns her mother, she mourns her grandmother; freshly buried in the earth. She mourns for a man she doesn't remember or can't seem to recall.

She cries and cries, as her magic comforts her and wipes her mind.

She won't remember this moment. Not until its time.

:::

The memories keep going and going. She sees so many things: her first steps, her first words, the day Abby leaves. The first she uses her magic at the Lockwood house. She sees her life in Mystic Falls and the memories she's made. She sees the good and the bad and she smiles.

It was time.


It was chaos in the Salvatore boardinghouse. Henrik paid them no mind as he stroked his wife's hair. Davina had taken to answering questions, but was adamantly ignoring any and all questions fielded from Stefan.

"This is fucking crazy!" Damon shouted. "Bonnie isn't some ancient witch and she sure as hell isn't involved with you Mikaelsons. She'd never do that!"

"And yet she's aligned herself with you," Rebekah shot at him. She was not enjoying the digs he had taken at her family. Her blue eyes blazed as she spoke. "You tried to kill her and even offered her up as a sacrificial lamb to Niklaus."

"But Bonnie couldn't be an ancient witch," Caroline stated. "She grew up here, I remember that."

"She's still your Bonnie." Davina told them. "She's just also our Bonnie."

"And just how is she your Bonnie?" Elena snapped at her. She wasn't sure why but she really didn't like the teenage girl. Stefan hadn't stopped looking at her and she didn't like how he looked so taken with her.

Davina fixed a glare at the doppelganger. "She's my mother, that's how."

"Bonnie's eighteen!" Caroline cried.

"She does have some of Bon's mannerisms." Matt muttered. Tyler nodded in agreement, she definitely had the glare down packed.

"This is ridiculous," Elena said, tired of arguing. She turned to her brother. "You don't believe this right?"

"Of course not," he answered. Bonnie would never be a Mikaelson. She hated vampires; except Elena and Caroline. But here the Mikaelsons were, claiming that she was their family. He didn't believe that. Bonnie would never want to be apart of that mess.

And to be related to the woman who caused them nothing hardships these last few month? The woman weho hadn't even shown up when Bonnie needed her?

"Well you might want to believe it." Davina told them.

Henrik chuckled at Davina's retort and went to stroke Bonnie's hair once more when she bolted up with a sharp gasp. Everyone in the room froze.

Bonnie let her lungs get accustomed to fresh hair and shut her eyes. Two sets of memories settled into her bones and she waited for them to calm. She inhaled once more, and let her eyes flutter open. Her eyes locked on the first person she saw.

Qetisyah smiled weakly as her sister's eyes met hers. It was like her first death all over again, neither said a word. Bonnie was off the couch and in her sister's arms so fast, she could have been mistaken for a vampire. They clung to each other, tears spilling from their eyes. When they pulled away, Qetsiyah kissed her forehead.

"I miss you so much," she told her and then flicked her nose. "Don't ever ask me to wait this long for you again."

Bonnie laughed. "I won't," she promised. She turned to her friends. "Hi-"

Caroline and Elena crashed into her, sending her onto her butt. Matt, Tyler and Jeremy made their way over, hugging her as well. The group up was nice and one by one, they all let go, though Bonnie made sure to assure Matt that he could never to anything wrong. He had dove in for another hug, this one tighter and she returned it.

Jeremy leaned in to kiss her, but she held her hand up to stop him. He frowned at the gesture. Maybe now wasn't a bad time, he thought. But he watched as she let her eyes land on the warlock sitting on the couch.

She stood up from the floor and walked over to meet him. He met her with a smile, eyes warm sparkling with the love that she hadn't seen in centuries.

"Hello you," she greeted, her throat tightening. His smile never faltered as he enveloped her in a hug.