AN: First I want to thank everyone that read, reviewed, followed and favorited. The encouragement keeps me going and I appreciate it. So this was only suppose to be 5 chapters at most, but it seems that it will be longer. This section had to be divided into multiple chapters bc it was too long for one chapter, sorry. Please don't be too upset with me on where it ends. Just know that the next chapter is almost done. I have been working on it when I should be sleeping or doing homework. But Bonnie and Co got me jonesing and twitching if I don't keep at it.
OOh! Please note there is a bit of sexual activity in this chapter early on but not too graphic.
Take care, be safe and be good people. Enjoy!
Chapter 3 - Hell and High Water - Part 1
The Five Sisters Bed & Breakfast, Ocala
After his commune with nature, which awarded him with a sizable kill, that of an unfortunate black bear that thought its size and claws would protect it from Klaus' blood lust and hunger.
It did not and Klaus' wolf reveled in the kill, lost in the scent and taste of blood, and fresh meat, his beast was pure instinct, wild and free without thought or worry.
Klaus drove back to the rather upscale B&B, showered, changed clothes and sat in the winged-back chair in his room with a glass of bourbon….he took two large gulps of the fiery liquid, enjoying the burn as it went down and he waited.
He had no need of sleep or of illumination so he sat in the dark with his thoughts and waited for the other Bennett witch to contact him.
Niklaus Mikaelson is known for many things, but having patience is not one of them. After a thousand years one might think he would have mastered it. But, by virtue of who he is, there was absolutely no reason to wait on anything that he wanted.
If he wanted it, when he wanted it, he took it, it was that simple.
Only in the art of war was he more apt to pause and strategize, making sure he was several steps ahead of his adversaries. And in this new and incredible role he found himself as father to the most beautiful and adorable child ever to be born, did he attempt to learn restraint.
On the second night of hearing nothing, no knock on the door, no smoke in the sky, hell not even a raven tapping at his window sill, not a damn thing; he needed something to occupy his time and his hands.
Self awareness was a wonderful thing and it was a trait that many would not expect the Original Hybrid to have, yet he did and he knew he was the poster child for the old adge, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings", and oh did he want to play, to paint the town red, however he was not there to incur a large body count in the witch's backyard.
Ergo, he went out to sample the local spirits, where by chance he encountered a curvy red-head, who satisfied his more animalistic and basic needs.
He met her at a pub called "The Wolf's Den". It was a bit on the nose, Klaus thought, but he liked the ironic symmetry of it.
He apparently caught her eye while he sat at the bar. He assumed he had his "I do not wish to be bothered" air about him, but perhaps it was the devastatingly handsome "mysterious bad boy" persona, either way it didn't matter, because she honed in on him like he was a beacon guiding her to hidden treasures.
He smirked as he waited for her to make her move. After a few drinks she plucked up the nerve to walk over to him. She wasn't graceful, but that he attributed to one too many fruity drinks. She wasn't drunk, not yet, but she walked with a sway from being slightly off balanced.
She flirted, laughing at nothing , flipping her flame-colored locks behind her ear, trying her best to be sexy. She gave her name to which he promptly forgot.
The hybrid looked her up and down taking in her full vestige. If he hadn't been in a dark mood, he would have entertained her for awhile, but instead he sat there bored and agitated.
When she leaned closer to ask him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter, her scent, a mix of flowery perfume and mildew, as if her clothes had not been properly dried and spoiled to which she tried to cover it up, assaulted his senses and he was almost put off, but she was a free and willing meal with benefits, accordingly Klaus acquiesced.
After driving her vehicle back to her small one-bedroom duplex and receiving an invitation into her home, Klaus had the fair- skinned girl bent over her bright yellow love-seat ramming his length into her without care of her comfort or pleasure.
He held her down by the back of her neck causing her body to be bent nearly in half, while thrusting into her heated core at near vampiric speed. Eyes opened he looked down noticing her ample ass(she had a gloriously round ass) and pale skin. This reminded him of his usual preference in women (for other appetites, not necessarily food) and he definitely had cultivated an appetite for "daughters of the sun" as his people once called them.
There was something he loved about women with color, albeit Klaus just loved women, sun-kissed skin, in particular, he found aesthetically captivating .
This affinity may have originated from his many years living in New Orleans, or his scandalous trip down the Nile, centuries ago, or perhaps it was his sabbatical in Tanzania where a local young witch had her way with the hybrid in exchange for her services removing a rather nasty hex. Thank you, Kol.
And oh the ways she had him, he mused.
This train of thought, as he continued to impel the nameless girl, provoked his traitorous mind to dangerously travel to a sienna-colored witch with white eyes.
This unsolicited lust for the witch caused him to thrust harder, eyes turning the color of burnt gold, he climaxed, growling as he did, swiftly lifting the girl up and biting her between the shoulder and neck.
He didn't kill the girl, although he had come very close. As he was feeding from her his mind was still contemplating the witch, imagining what she tasted like, preoccupied with fantasizing, he almost forgot to stop.
It was the fading, faint beating of the heart that triggered his response. He immediately stopped feeding, licked the wound healing it and sweetly compelled her to forget most everything about him. Due to his massive ego, he did allow her to remember how well he fucked her and that he had ruined her for all other men. Klaus smirked sinisterly at his bit of petty ego. Then he put her to bed and left.
Klaus showered, dressed in dark jeans and a dark blue Henley long sleeve shirt (which he pushed up his muscled forearm), then poured a glass of bourbon and again sat in the winged-back chair.
He felt much better, less anxious, more focused. For Klaus, fucking was much like killing, not only was he very skilled at it and enjoyed it immensely, it also was cathartic for him, especially when his new found emotions were getting the best of him.
Camille insisted he needed to develop better emotions-coping skills, since oftentimes he preferred to kill than to fuck. She suggested reading, talking or maybe writing in a journal. Klaus, that is what many emotionally mature, non homicidal people do. Try it! Klaus scoffed at the ridiculous assertion that Niklaus Mikaelson would ever write in a journal.
Sated, Klaus sat in the chair and allowed himself to relax and fall asleep, although not deeply.
Bennett Residence
Lucy woke early. Ready to start her day. She was dressed in a sunflower yellow sundress that ended just above her knees. She matched it with black strappy sandals and black hair band in her hair letting the dark curls hang loose and free.
She was in the kitchen with her "I don't need coffee to be sexy" coffee mug in hand working on her second cup of coffee when Bonnie walked in.
"You're up early", Bonnie commented, still tired and a bit grumpy.
"Early bird catches the worm and all that nonsense", Lucy cheerfully responded with a smile on her face. She knew her upbeat manner would irk her cousin.
Bonnie rounded the island, feeling for the stool and plopped down. "What are you up to Lucy? You are rarely ever up early and never up before me. So what gives?" Bonnie suspiciously questioned.
"My dear, sweet, baby cousin, what I am up to is correcting an erroneous decision that you made by finding out more on that sexy as hell hybrid. Then, I'm going to contact him and tell him that we are going to help him." Lucy informed Bonnie matter-of-factly with a smile on her face and a glint in her eye.
"Oh the hell you are not! I forbid it!" Bonnie said angrily, her voice rising in volume.
"Ooh, woah hold up there missy", Lucy said with her pointer finger wagging in front of Bonnie's face. The words hurt and ignited her anger.
"I think you forgot who the hell you are talking to right now." Lucy proclaimed hotly but her voice was low.
Bonnie spoke without thinking. She didn't mean to say that, but she refused to be bullied into doing something she didn't want to do. And she would not allow Lucy to railroad her.
Bonnie squared her shoulders. "You heard me Lucinda Estelle Bennett! You are not going anywhere near him! You are not going to talk to him and you sure as hell aren't going to get us involved in his personal shit!"
Lucy straightened up from leaning on the counter. Ready for a fight.
"Bonnie Marie Bennett (mockingly using her full name) are you going to stop me, because I can assure you that I'm going to make this right. And making it right means that I will be going near him, I will be talking to him and you are getting involved."
Bonnie now stood up facing Lucy, pearl like eyes wide (she didn't wear her shades around the house) and fists clenched. Anger fueling her magic, she stood straight giving her more inches, although she was still a few inches shorter than Lucy.
"Don't test me!" Bonnie said with all the authority of The Bennett Witch.
Lucy wouldn't back down and she wasn't afraid, "I think it's me that you shouldn't be testing", she hissed. Continuing with, "What the hell is wrong with you? Blocking Grams and the ancestors and refusing to help?"
Bonnie's countenance was a kaleidoscope of emotions... anger, shock, apprehension and finally ending in blazing rage.
Lucy watched, pleased with her reaction. "Oh yeah, I got through to them and you have some explaining to do." Lucy taunted in her best Ricky Ricardo accent.
"What the fuck, Lucy, you bringing them into this! Bonnie yelled. Lights flickered, cabinet doors swung open and the dishes within shook. Fueled by her emotions, her magic was having a field day.
Through her anger, Lucy looked at the display amused. "So you want to have yourself a little tantrum?" Lucy released her magic, stabilizing the plates and closing the cabinet doors.
"Feeling froggy?" Lucy asked.
"Jump!" Lucy further commanded.
"C'mon, there's nothing but space and opportunity. Let me see what you got, Bennett witch! I dare you", Lucy goaded.
Lucy was pushing Bonnie. As children growing up, whenever Lucy wanted to get a rise out of Bonnie or get her to do something she wasn't willing to do Lucy would dare her.
It would work like a charm.
Lucy wasn't afraid of Bonnie. They both knew that they wouldn't hurt each other too badly. So Lucy gathered her magic letting it coil in her hands waiting for Bonnie to strike.
Bonnie growled, "Bitch!" using her magic to push Lucy into the living room. Lucy hit the wall then landed on her ass.
Laughing, she mocked Bonnie, "That's all you got, Bennett witch?" Then she lifted her hand and flicked her wrist yanking Bonnie from the kitchen slinging her into the opposite wall in the living room.
Bonnie anticipated the move but was unable to stop from hitting the surface, but the impact wasn't as hard.
Lucy was impressed.
Bonnie twirled both hands at the wrist bringing them together shooting a blast of magic towards Lucy, but she quickly cast a spell to divert it. It also helped that Bonnie miscalculated her precise location.
Lucy smirked, this was fun, like old times when they would spare with each other. "Lame!" She sang out. "You got soft. Bet you wish you hadn't been wasting your time and magic playing in the dirt!" Lucy taunted.
"Fuck you!" Bonnie retorted back, hating that Lucy was kind of right, because damn she was tired. It had been a long time since she expended so much magic, but strangely it felt good.
She stood still and listened carefully, her hearing having been enhanced due to her loss of vision. She waited.
Creak
Bonnie heard it and knew exactly where Lucy was standing, she directed the next blast in that direction.
Crash!
"Bet you're wishing you had replaced that plank on the floor when I asked you to", Bonnie goaded back.
UGH!.
Lucy could have kicked herself. She would have been really proud of her cousin had she not knocked her into the glass table with the 75 year old porcelain vase on it.
That shit hurt like hell, but she would be damned if she would quit now. She had another trick up her sleeve.
Bonnie was standing near the wall trying to listen and be prepared for the next attack. Suddenly she heard LL Cool J singing "Mama Said Knock You Out." Damn Lucy and her stupid sense of humor, Bonnie thought, even if it put a small smile on her face.
Lucy effectively removed her advantage.
The smile soon vanished when Lucy caught her off guard. Teleporting next to her, Lucy grabbed her by the shoulders in a bear hug then teleported them outside in the spacious backyard.
Bonnie had to admit that it was a smooth move and classic Lucy.
Now, outside, it was time for old school rules, which meant there was only one rule, no killing each other.
Lucy quickly released Bonnie, flipping her onto the ground.
"You got some moves, I'll give you that." Lucy huffed, a bit winded.
The sudden change in location and the impact from hitting the ground...hard, momentarily stunned Bonnie, she had to get her bearings.
Lucy moved a few feet away, waiting for Bonnie to regroup as she was catching her breath. Once Bonnie was up from the ground she honed in on Lucy's breathing.
Then she attacked, keeping low. She ran at her cousin grabbing her legs lifting up successfully throwing Lucy on her back with a loud thud.
Lucy in turn wrapped her legs around Bonnie's waist effectively holding her in place.
Another classic Lucy move Bonnie thought and she fell into the trap.
"Now, as Captain American, my superhero crush/lover/ husband would say, "I could do this all day." So do you give?" Lucy asked hoping that she would yield.
"Are we done discussing this matter?" Bonnie asked hoping that she would yield.
"No, not if you insist on being an asshole." Lucy returned, tightening her grip, squeezing harder.
Bonnie's reply was direct, somewhat harsh but Lucy's legs were lethal and sometimes one had to fight fire with fire.
Lucy felt a sharp blinding pain behind her eyes, effectively causing her to loosen her hold on Bonnie.
Bonnie rolled away from the older witch, sides burning.
Lucy felt the tendrils of Bonnie's magic wrapping around her, the headache ceased, but the tendrils tightened, lifting her up, flinging her violently against the trunk of the old oak tree.
Lucy whispering a spell had the wind knocked out of her. Body bruised and tired, all Lucy could think was, Oh no the hell that heifer didn't use one of my own spells on me. Lucy laid there for a minute. It was too early in the morning for this shit. Fuck balls, she hurt.
Bonnie was sucking in air as the last spell Lucy had been uttering was choking her. Once she had hit the tree the spell was broken.
Bonnie was on her hands and knees in her Wonder Woman over-sized t-shirt turned nightshirt and robe, while Lucy now regretted wearing her favorite dress, only magic could salvage the torn, bloody and dirt stained garment.
Nothing was resolved, but they mutually decided on a truce, mainly due to the damage done to both themselves and the house.
The following few days both witches were laying low in their respective rooms... healing. Lucy used a healing spell to speed up the process, but she still was feeling like Loki after his beat-down by The Hulk. Next she made a few calls after silence spelling her room.
Their little showdown did nothing to waylay her plans, in fact, it only provided her with more vigor and validation in championing the hybrid's cause.
Meanwhile, Bonnie was licking her wounds and decided to give Lucy time to see the error of her ways and to act accordingly. Why couldn't she see that whatever the hybrid needed was dangerous and none of their concerns? It was utter foolishness for them to interfere.
Bonnie wouldn't admit it, but she felt a bit like her old self. Just like when they would play-fight as children and spare as young pre-teens and teens, tearing up Grams house.
Grams always told them it wasn't enough to be able to protect themselves with magic.
"In a fight mediocre to good witches use their magic, great witches use their potion making skills, their magic, their weapons and their hand to hand combat skills."
"Remember, you might not have time to say a spell or gather your magic to counter an attack. Vampires and werewolves have speed, strength and agility, a fusion of both magic and a combination punch could incapacitate either long enough for a fatal blow. Or you could be in a magic battle where you are magically even with an opposing witch, surprising her with an unexpected head-butt can provide a slight advantage culminating in victory. Remember you can't always trust a fellow witch."
Oh how Bonnie wished she had taken heed to those prophetic words and sage advice in her younger days.
Although she practiced, she never put much thought in it, always thinking witches are good and her magic would always win out. She was wrong!
In the end, not the spirits, not her ancestors, not her magic and not even her beloved Grams helped her.