I do not own vampire diaries; I just own this plot bunny.
Chapter Eight
"So I've got a question for you Judgey," Damon asked her later that afternoon, while the entirely of the supernatural community sat in his new extended living room. Klaus had helped himself to his wet bar, in addition to the other Mikaelson siblings. Bonnie had heard him, but she was nestled between her crazy ancestor/older sister, the mini Bonnie who was currently ignoring the eye-fucking his brother was giving her and Witchy-Klaus.
"Ask away Damon. Spirits know you'll just throw a tantrum if you aren't heard." Bonnie told him, accepting the cup of tea from a passing Henrik. He also offered Tessa a mug while Marcel gave Davina a cup of hot cocoa.
"You were immortal before. How come you weren't when I first met you? It definitely would have helped with all our plans to make people think you died."
Bonnie reached out and placed a barrier between Henrik and Damon. She also added one around Klaus, Kol, and Elijah for good measure. She wasn't sure how he would react to finding out his entire family had almost killed her. Or how Damon used her as a willing scapegoat, but she had a feeling it would end up very similar to Elijah being introduced to the pavement. It also wouldn't help for him to attack everyone in the room when they were currently at a truce. Well, a sort of truce. Freya was still refusing to acknowledge either of her parents and had just barely opened herself up to her other siblings. She seemed to like Finn's company. But Bonnie did make a mental note to talk to Henrik about reigning in his temper; amongst other things they needed to discuss.
She met Damon's eyes and answered his question. "I was reborn because Tessa had done a spell to ensure I came back. However, it wasn't supposed to be three hundred years later. It should have been a year or two," She paused and looked at her sister for clarification. Tessa nodded her head. "But to answer your question, I had given up my immortality earlier that day."
Damon watched as mini Bonnie made a face. It looked like she was remembering something, but she said nothing. His eyes landed on the other elder witch beside her. He found it interesting that she was so much like her bloodthirsty siblings and yet so human. Also, he wasn't blind. She was beautiful, and he liked the blonde hair and green eyes. That spiteful look also did something to him, maybe it was because he was so used to green eyes glaring at him. He'd have to really think about that later. Letting his eyes slide towards Bonnie's new beau, he couldn't help but wonder how the little witch had let the man into her bed. The fact the little girl he had watched over from afar as a snot-nosed child knew this man biblically in another life was gross.
...
Wait. Bonnie gave up her immortality. But the only way to do that was to -
His eyes snapped to the witch. They were wide and held that Damon-level of insanity as he spoke, his voice getting tighter with each word. "You took the cure?"
Caroline and Elena shared twin expressions of shock. Matt and Tyler said nothing, and it was doing wonders for Damon's nerves. If they had done anything but breathe while he was in the room, his eyes might have rolled so far back in his skull he could see his brain. Hell, even Stefan had stopped his one-sided game of 'notice me, sempai'. Baby Gilbert said Bonnie's name so pained he was acting like it was their long dead and buried relationship she had dug up and staked in front of him. Well technically, she did. But he was acting like they hadn't all watched her get resurrected in Damon's own living room two days ago.
And yet, none the Scooby-Doo gang said a word. But it wasn't going to be them to make Bonnie feel a pariah for her actions. Nope, it wasn't even fucking Klaus who said anything.
It was Mr. Self-Righteous himself, Elijah Mikaelson. He spoke with his usual calm tone, but Damon could see the twitch in his jaw. "There was more than one cure?"
If they had known that, it would have made everything easier. Tessa snorted aloud, drawing everyone's attention to her. She had set down her cup of what Damon could smell was ginger and lemon tea. Her eyes met Elena's from across the room. "There was once. However, my sister took that to make sure the spell worked. The cure you all know of was shoved Katerina's throat by Little Miss Dumbass over there."
His girlfriend scoffed in return. Wasn't her fault that Katherine deserved to be human. She even voiced as such, which caused Tessa to hum into her mug as she took another sip of her drink. Beside her, Bonnie looked like she wanted to sink into a hole.
"There isn't another cure," Bonnie said with finality. "And no, I won't be making another one."
That decision was directed at Damon, but she was also speaking to Rebekah. She turned her eyes on the youngest Mikaelson sister who looked pained but nodded her head.
Bonnie turned her eyes back to the elder Salvatore. "Did you have any other questions?"
"Am I allowed to ask about how you and Tall, Dark, and Mikaelson over the created your mini-me?"
"Wait, we can talk about that?" Kol asked, his eyes wide. He turned to his brother; whose cheeks were flushed though he was hiding his embarrassment with a straight face. "Seriously Rik, how the hell did you two do it? What position?"
"Can you not have this discussion while I'm in the room?" Davina asked, glaring at her uncle. She was so happy her crush on him died just as quickly as it had blossomed. She wasn't sure how she would have handled the idea of kissing him now that she knew they were related.
"Fine, have it your way." Kol huffed and then grabbed his brother and flashed them both out of the room.
Esther shook her head at her son. She turned her eyes back on the group sitting on the couch. Freya was still acting like she was a pesky gnat. She watched as her daughter hummed and reached out, toying with a stray curl in Tessa's hair. The ancient said nothing but did finish her mug of tea.
"So Judgey, seriously. How did you make mini-me?"
Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why is everyone so interested in my sex life?"
Tessa grinned. "You mean the palpable sexual tension?"
Freya snickered. "Or how he is probably looking into the living room with his eyes solely on you?"
"Or how you almost christened the kitchen last night?" Stefan snickered at the red glow in Bonnie's cheeks. Damon looked like he was going to have to apply bleach to his eyes.
"Do not christen my kitchen." He warned the witch. He added as an afterthought. "Or any room in my house."
Davina shot up from the couch. She excused herself and took Marcel by the wrist, demanding that he take her out of the house to get away from this discussion. The vampire waved them off, his usual charismatic smile on his face. Matt excused himself too, needing to get to work. Tyler went with him, but he did make sure to give Jeremy a glare before he left.
Bonnie huffed and looked at the remainder of people in the room. "Does anyone have questions that do not pertain to me doing the horizontal tango with Henrik or how I conceived my daughter?"
Tessa muttered something about how it was a very passionate anniversary night. Freya smiled at her sister-in-law before was all business. The look in her eyes told Bonnie that they were going to be addressing something she hadn't spoken about yet.
Dahlia.
Bonnie had no recollection of the witch, but she had been able to strike fear into Freya's heart. Tessa moved to grab both their empty mugs and Davina's discarded one. She asked Caroline to assist her in making some more drinks for everyone. The blonde followed her, and Bonnie watched Elena's eyes narrow at the sight.
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"You have got to tell me." Kol was basically pouting as he stared his -younger? older? Did it count if they were so different in age physically? - down. Henrik was leaning against the railing in the foyer, his eyes never leaving the living room. He caught his brother roll his eyes and mutter how he was absolutely whipped in their mother tongue. Henrik told him he should try falling in love in retort.
Kol looked like he'd rather ingest vervain. He stuck his tongue out and let out a few gags. "You're absolutely disgusting."
"And you're childish, brother." Henrik mused. He watched as Bonnie's friends made their way to the living room. The blonde male, the one he knew Rebekah had been infatuated with, greeted him with a smile. He held out his hand to Henrik.
"I don't think we've met. I'm Matt Donovan," he shook the other man's hand and marveled at how stern the shake was.
"Charmed to meet you," Henrik returned his smile. He also nodded to the hybrid. His eyes cut to the youngest of the trio. The hunter was glaring at him, almost ready to put a stake through his heart. He had even puffed out his chest to try and show off to the warlock. He caught Kol's eye roll and murmur of 'good luck mate'.
"Mr. Gilbert," Henrik greeted.
"Stay the hell away from Bonnie." Jeremy got right to the point.
He didn't give a damn about them having a history or even that they were married at one point. None that matter now because Jeremy was going to spend every waking moment showing Bonnie how much better he was as a boyfriend. Some warlock who looked like he belonged on the cover of a young adult novel as its dashingly handsome but deeply wounded hero wasn't going to cut it.
He didn't know Bonnie like he did.
He didn't love her like he did.
He wasn't going to take her away from him.
Henrik seemed unimpressed. It was uncanny how he obviously looked like his siblings but was also so different. The flush of color in his skin, the way his eyes brightened were just a few signs. But that wasn't going to stop Jeremy from proving he was the better man.
The unamused expression slowly morphed it something terrifying for everyone. Henrik was smiling, Kol shifted back noticing that rage that all of Mikael's children had. Matt reached out to clasp Jeremy by the shoulder.
"Dude, let it go." He pleaded, giving the younger Gilbert the chance to walk away.
"Hell no, she's my girlfriend."
"Mr. Gilbert,"
Jeremy turned back to Henrik, ready to tell him off when he saw a look, he had seen on Kol many, many times. If he had a bat in his hand, Jeremy was almost certain he'd be having a repeat of Denver. Henrik instead, moved to lean into his ear.
"I'm only going to say this once, Jeremy so please do everyone a favor and listen. That woman sitting in the living room. The one you so foolish threw away to have the touch of a ghost. I watched her original incarnate burn up in flames. I aimed an arrow at her at the age of ten. I fell in love with her and vowed that until we both left this Earth; I would always love her. She will always have my heart and my thoughts. My eyes will never wonder to any other woman. That woman gave me the gift of a family and our first child. I split blood for that woman, and make no mistake, I have no problem adding you to the list. As for your threat, it's laughable that you think I would spend any longer than a day away from her. I waited three hundred years for her, and I will continue to wait until she decides where our relationship goes," he paused, and before Jeremy could register it, he snapped his arm in half. He added a quick silencing spell around the room, so no one heard Jeremy's agonizing scream.
The hunter dropped in a heap on the floor, landing on his now broken arm. Henrik stepped over him and looked down his nose at him. "Bonnie isn't yours, Mr. Gilbert and she isn't mine either. I may have loved a ghost but the woman in that room, she's real. She's flesh and blood and she wasted her precious second chance at life on you fucking idiots who took her for granted. She is her own person and her choices will always be hers."
Matt rushed over and grabbed the younger boy. He peered up at the immortal, pleading for mercy. The warlock moved aside, allowing Matt to pick up the boy off the floor. Kol watched as they made it to the door when Henrik called out for Jeremy again. Matt stilled and turned, seeing as Jeremy looked back at the man. There was a promise of murder in Jeremy's eyes, but Henrik just stared with a smirk.
"I do hope you take our chat to heart. Wouldn't want you to injure your other arm."
The trio left, the threat still handing in the air. Kol was silent even as Davina and Marcel came rushing past them, not noticing the atmosphere. For his part, Henrik was all warm smiles, and having faith in Marcel.
"You're a bloody monster," Kol whispered, astonished at his little brother. "Has she ever seen this side of you?"
"Only one other man has ever gotten me to this point," Henrik's voice was cold and the brown of his eyes had faded, leaving only a cold shade of black. "And if his followers are smart, they will never raise him."
Kol nodded and turned to enter the living room, only to whisper a curse. "Shit."
Henrik glanced over his shoulder. Bonnie stood there, a look of hellish fury in her eyes. And it was pinpointed at him. Kol made himself scarce, leaving the two alone.
"Good morning my love."
"What the fuck was that?" she hissed.
"A warning," he said, there was no use in lying to her. He moved to walk past her when her tiny hands found their way to his chest. She was slamming her fists to his chest, and he sighed. He concentrated and as her fist slammed against his sternum again, he teleported them away from the manor. The woods surrounded them and when she moved to hit him again, he struck. He would never lay harm to her, but he had taken the precaution to pin her up against the closest tree.
She was a harpy, her blunt nails scratching at his forearms, and her spewing curses at him. He found it adorable that she cursed at him in Old Norse. It went straight to his cock and he growled low in his throat.
"Bonnie."
Her eyes were a pitch black as she looked at him. She was about to curse him when his lips crashed against hers. It was to make her stop, he told himself. To get her to calm down and they could talk. Or that was what it was until she whimpered against his lips, her fingers grazing his face before she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt.
Spirits it had been far too long since he had tasted her.
He pulled away from the kiss and tried to breathe. It was a failing battle considering that he was so close. He knew she could feel how she was affecting him. He had her pressed so close to him he could feel how hard her nipples were...His teeth scraped just under her chin. She wasn't wearing a bra.
No matter how much he wanted to rip her clothes off - and those base urges were getting stronger the more he breathed in her scent, he had to calm down. He had just said he'd wait for her. He set her down on ground and moved away. Opening his eyes, the image he received did nothing to ebb his arousal. Bonnie's lips were bruised from his kiss and her cheeks were flushed. Her pupils were so dilated he wasn't sure there was any green left. Her nipples were peeking through the fabric of her blouse and... Spirits she was squeezing her thighs together.
"Bonnie..."
She walked towards him, her fingers gripping his shirt. He was reminded of the previous night in the kitchen. Was he really going to rut with her in the woods like an animal? Her fists pulled, tearing open his shirt and her eyes bore into his.
"We'll continue this discussion after you've shown me the stars, Henrik."
Smut happens next chapter, I promise. Also, to reiterate for new readers this is not a Klonnie story. If I have given an indication that Klaus might be lusting after his sister-in-law, this isn't that kind of story. The pairing is Bonnie/Henrik and will continue to be.
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