i do not own vampire diaries just this plot bunny.

another short one; forgot to put this, but ben barnes is who i envision for henrik but he can be whoever comes to mind for you all.

enjoy.


Chapter Five

Elijah's head snapped to the side with a sickening crack while his body crumpled to the ground.

To be fair, if one were to ask Henrik just what triggered his anger, he's say he wasn't sure. He wasn't sure. He just remembered coming outside, answering questions and his family railing into him. His father was surprisingly quiet about his blatant disapproval of marrying a witch. Klaus had made his remarks, teased him. Kol was curious about just how they had gotten together. Freya was quiet and continuing her game of ignoring the space Esther occupied. Finn, bless his soul, was supportive. He and Rebekah were the only ones who really approved - aside from Freya that was. Little Hope was too busy gumming away at her mother's shoulder while their extended family was just onlooking.

Elijah, however, had taken the moment to berate Henrik. How he was risking his family, their safety and Hope's life to come and see Bonnie. He also had his reservations about that but honestly, the youngest Mikaelson was too busy trying to recount every moment Bonnie smiled and kept the anger at bay.

It was not secret that the rage Mikael possessed was hereditary. He had seen enough of his siblings' carnage throughout the years. He had broke down at the sight of Kol's mission to hunt and destroy all evidence of Silas' and Qetsiyah's - and Bonnie's - existences. Klaus's wrath was known and whispered to frightened newborns and younger vampires. Finn and Kol were like night and day; while Rebekah and Freya were a bit more emotional in their rage. Elijah liked to believe he was the quiet rage that slowly bubbled to the surface.

He had never seen Henrik's wrath. Never experienced his rage and tasted the steel of his blade or the spark of his magic. After Bonnie had died, he had sent his little girl to live with Qetsiyah for a while. He had some hunting to do. The Travelers who hadn't been at the cottage that night, were caught, tormented and left to tell the tales. The ones who survived at least.

"Elijah!"

"Henrik!"

He glanced at his mother as she cried his name. Rebekah's cry for their brother was a reflex and he wasn't amused by either action. He ignored them and walked over to the heap on the ground. Elijah was getting up on his knees when his brother struck. His knee drove into Elijah's spine and he heard an loud snap. The Original let out a cry and with that, he turned on his sibling, fangs bare.

"Don't." He warned.

Henrik said nothing; he just attacked. He was as fast as vampire, his strikes lightning quick and if Elijah hasn't been trying to block, he could have gotten a good hit in. The punch he got to the sternum sent him staggering back before Henrik slammed a kick into his abdomen.

"Do something!" Hayley screamed at the siblings but they remained still. Even Marcel was frozen at the sight before him. He had never seen Henrik before that morning, but the surge of magic he felt told him not to fuck with him. The man spent three centuries without his wife, raising their daughter up until twenty years ago when Davina wanted to go off and live her life alone for a bit. He would not wanna fuck with a man who went to the lengths he did. That was just asking for an ass-whopping, hence why Elijah was getting his ass beat.

He figured Henrik was pissed at his brother, but watching him let Elijah's entire face get familiar with the grovel was honestly the best thing ever.

"Henrik stop this at once!" Esther tried again.

"Mother, with all due respect, shut the hell up." Her son directed at her, the brown of his eyes so dark they were almost black. His jaw was clenched but the fury in those eyes briefly went to her. "I'm damn sure that if Father gave even an inkling of respect for you, like he claims, he'd do the same if someone talked about you."

Elijah took that moment to try and attack. Bad idea, Henrik thought and locked his eyes on his brother's. Before his eyes, his brother morphed. Gone was the cold brown eyes, the tall frame and warrior's built. In its place was an all too familiar face, pale and bloodied with wide brown eyes and a look of absolute shock.

"Elijah?" Tatia gasped, choking on her own blood.

He stilled, horror written in his eyes. He let out a scream as his kneecaps were shattered. Behind him, hand pressed firmly to the back of his skull, was Henrik. Black veins crawled along his skin and what looked like deep green shimmered in the black pools that were once his eyes. He shifted his hand and a wooden stake materialized in hand. It wasn't a white oak, no he wasn't that cruel. But he definitely wanted his brother to suffer. He barely heard Hayley's scream and raised the stake.

"Henrik," a voice whispered - her voice, lifting that violent fog from his eyes. Her fingers layering over the fist that held the stake. He looked down at her, those green eyes.

Bonnie.

Not his Bonnie, and yet once upon a time she was his. Once upon a time, he was a ten year old boy dragged into a world he hardly knew and he found a family in a cranky immortal witch and love in her younger but equally immortal sister. He stubbornly refused to love anyone else, because Bonnie was it. He had found her beautiful as a child, and he grew older, saw that she radiated so much love and sunlight.

Once upon a time, he lost his wife.

And the young woman who met his eyes, the young woman whose face he cupped in his hands, was and wasn't his wife. She was a stranger with a hauntingly familiar face. It did nothing to quell the emotions he felt. Longing, adoration, lust. His eyes fell from the hue of her eyes to tint of pink in her lips.

When was the last time he kissed her?

Too long, he thought. He wanted so badly to kiss her lips; wondered if she tasted just as sweet as he remembered or if it was different. His eyes dipped to the curve of her neck and he wondered if she was still weak for neck kisses. He ran his thumb along her pulse line, and watched as a blush tinged her cheeks before she shuddered. He smirked and kissed the crown of her head.

"Are you done with your friends?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I wanted to stop you from going postal on Elijah."

"He'll survive," he muttered and glanced at his family. "So will everyone else."

Bonnie snorted. "Your temper isn't something Davina needs to see."

"My temper isn't as bad as Nik's." He stage-whispered and then pressed the tip of his finger to her nose, booping her. She giggled and he was almost sure his resolve died. "Let's get you inside, dearest."

She squirmed out of his embrace and must have really realized how much taller he was to her. She barely made it to his chest and he smirked at her, slipping his arm around her waist. He lead her back inside, ignoring his family in the process.

Once they were inside, Kol let out a snort. "She's a damn sprite compared to him."

"Kol," Rebekah grumbled at her brother.

"Do you think he has to maneuver around a lot when they're in bed?" Kol muttered.

"Kol, stop." Finn snapped.

"How the hell did they make Davina?"

"KOL!" His entire family snapped.