Dethrone

Chapter 2 – You will Fear Me

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His superb hearing tortured him this morning with the sounds of his majesty making love to her mistress. He heard everything, and knew everything there was to know about her sexually, listening to the way her lover pleased her. Although she was the Alpha female, and rarely gave up control of her body, to even her lover. His tortured spirit longed for the touch of a woman. She speaks to the woman in her bed, he listens intently.

"My queen, how will you utilize this slave? To my understanding he desires you."

"Why would you say that?"

"If you were betrothed to him, he has come for you. We know what uses vampires have for witches. You should maybe let Aya utilize him for the purpose of the Army, he can help prepare the weapons or train the soldiers on how to defeat a vampire. But allowing him to work so closely to you, it's dangerous. I don't trust him."

"I spelled him. He's my slave. He will not violate me, nor will he have an opportunity to get in my head. His compulsion won't work on me. Stop worrying yourself. I don't plan to defile our union. I certainly hope you are keeping your word to me, about EmLou. I'd hate to see what happens to her, or anyone who crosses me."

Nora's body tensed and she tightened her fists drawing blood within her palms. She feared Bonnie's wrath. No matter how merciful Bonnie was, she was also merciless. A strong leader, had to have compassion as well as be fearlessness.

"Are you leaving for the day?"

"For the night. I won't return til sun up. We have to search the trail in which he found us and cover his tracks. He cannot be found. It won't be good for our camp."

Bonnie picks up her knife, her sword, and bow and arrow, packs her leather satchel and heads out. Kissing Nora on the head.

.x.x.x.

"How is it that your trail isn't marked Slave?" Bonnie asked her.

"You ask me, as if I was aware of where I was. I was lost."

"Which is why you would have left a trail, so something isn't right."

"Hmmm." He says as he watched them try to track him.

"Milady, we can't venture too far. We've been gone for more than half a days' time. The further we go, the more opportunity to be sniffed out by the wolves.

The slave smiled. His senses picked up their location. About halfway between the camp and the kingdom. His thoughts were silenced with fear of the witch. She had his blood in her system and she could pick up on his thoughts if she tried hard enough. He digressed and became enthralled by her working ethic. She was non-stop from sunup to sundown.

Her body knew no rest and when he saw her build fire, her sweaty skin perspires a fragrance of jasmine, because he has seen her bathe with it in her private ravine behind her quarters. He has gathered the jasmine for her. The past three days of his captivity, he worked tirelessly to keep her satisfied.

As they drew camp, Bonnie sent for her slave.

"Slave. Her highness summoned for you." Aya speaks

"Of course she does." He walks to her and kneels beside her as he's been taught to.

"Milady. I await you."

"Slave, why are your tracks hidden? It would appear, you've been trying to outsmart me. Look me in the eyes and tell if this is true."

Nikklaus walked around her and kneeled before her and as he rose to look at her, his blue eyes penetrated her green ones and she was unblinking in his view.

"My queen, I have not purposely hidden my tracks. I assure you, the tracks I left, were few and far between."

He moves in on her personal space.

Flick

Her knife sticks gently to the skin of his under chin.

"You, slave, are standing far too close to me. Your intimidation tactics won't work on me. You can't compel me, and you can't make me fall prey to your testosterone and masculinity. I do not, nor have I ever favored a man to a woman."

"Yet and still, you desire me." He said sure of himself.

Her blade pushes further into his skin. "Did you know, I could give you a one inch cut, right here, then pull your tongue out through there? Your entire tongue."

He takes two steps backwards. As he does, her blade gently cut him. She uses her index finger to wipe it from his skin.

"Tell me slave, do vampires find pleasure in the taste of their own blood?"

"I guess it all depends"

"On what?"

"If I fed you, then tasted it from your mouth, I imagine I would love the taste of my blood then. The pleasure would be the greatest betrayal I've ever endured."

"You don't fear me, do you?"

"Should I? You are merely a woman."

Her small hand raised and she back-handed him. Hard, and brisk. His lip split the second her skin connected to his face. Blood flew from his mouth and landed on the floor of the area she pitched her bedding. "I'm not frightening. It's a shame. Maybe I should let you endure some of the things we have endured over the centuries and then, maybe you will understand what it means to fear a witch."

Bonnie paralyzed Nikklaus with a spell, he lay there frozen and unmoving. His body was in no control of his own will. She drug him to the nearby lake and laid him on the sands while she bathed. She let him watch her bath knowing his lust and desire for her blood. He lay there paralyzed, smelling her blood and essence of magic inside of her, and then she maneuvered her way to him and let him watch her nude body as she dressed.

The torture burned him from the inside. The smell of her blood and her virginity were, increasing his desires for her. He hasn't fed in three days, he hasn't tasted blood in three days. He was living on broth and water which was doing nothing for him. At that moment he realized she was breaking him of his demonic needs. His insides needed her and she knew it. She finished dressing and stood him up to her, dead weight and all. She drug him to the lake. Tied a rope around him and carried him to his neck in water. Then she let his body weight fall and made him fight for his life over and over for hours that night. Letting him drown over and over again. Letting him sink, then pulling him out. Once the sun almost hit the hill tops she pulled him out of the water. Drug him across the dirt till he was at her feet.

"Carnem Absolvisti."

His body is released and he relaxes and tenses up at the same time.

He takes deep, hard, fast breaths.

"I didn't think Vampires needed oxygen." She said cold-heartedly.

"It's a myth. We need oxygen, our hearts beat, we have souls." He yelled at her.

She casually bites an apple and laughs at him. He sits on his knees and collapses into himself. He still hasn't caught his breath or her attention and concern.

"You are merciless. You treat me as if I've, wronged you. Making me suffer for the sins committed against all witches and by all vampires. I am merely a man. One man. The man, you are betrothed to. What more do you want from me?"

"Your entire soul. Everything. I want to break you, like I was broken, when my mother was taken from me, when I was ripped out of the arms of my grandmother. Your father is a ruthless criminal, King. Since he's taken the thrown, and his father before him, your family has ruled the Kingdom, enslaving witches, using warlocks as weapons, and turning warlocks against us. Yet, you call me merciless."

"I was raised into this life. I don't know anything else. My family is the Royal family. Why should I live like every other ordinary citizen? Do you not understand there are hierarchies for a reason?"

"Don't you mean Tyranny?"

"Your begrudging. Ancient laws and prophecies protect our liberties."

"But witches, we get no liberties? We suffer indifferences, and you are not concerned for what it has meant for us over the decades of your life as prince."

"I am in heir to the throne. We govern in the manner that we are taught. I cannot be responsible, however, for the pain and suffering of every witch. Nor should I pay for the injustices caused by every vampire."

"As the future ruler, you should understand that you need to take into consideration that the choices your government makes are a representation of you as the ruler. Your father is a ruthless criminal, and if if he was ever in my presence he'd die at the hand of my sword."

"How dare you speak of your King in such a manner."

"My King? He is no King to me. I do not abide the laws of the evil Vampire King. King Elijah, the King of the Undead, the King with no soul, the King of your Kingdom. Your father, is no King of mine."

"You shouldn't speak such fallacies against him. Punishment for treason is torture before death at the hands of his Highness."

"I am your queen, how dare you raise your voice at me and not kneel when I speak to you. Maybe, I have shown you too great of mercy by pulling you from your suffering so soon."

"No, please. Regardless of any wrong doings, or persecution of your people by mine, I am here now. Your slave."

"Do you believe you deserve this treatment?"

"Of course I do not. I can't make up for what we are learned and taught."

"Exactly, and that is what you should learn to take in, that same compassion for the witches of the kingdom. All domestic or foreign. We too deserve a chance at fair treatment."

I can only speak for myself, this much holds true Ms. Bennett, my Queen. I am forever indebted to you with my servitude for allowing me to live, for the day will come that you will be my wife. Make no mistake about that."

She waves her hands and he falls slumber.

"Aya, Sabine, Liv!" She called out

They are to her within seconds.

Tie him up and put him on the horse. We are heading back today.

"Aye, My Queen."

And like that, they were headed back to the refuge. Nikklaus in a slumber spell, his talking was irritating Bonnie. She couldn't help but to think about his words. How menacing they were and how her greatest fear, was being forced back to the kingdom. She would break Nikklaus, before he breaks her.

A/N There is a struggle for Bonnie to control his thoughts, because she put a spell on his vampire, so that he couldn't compel her or desire to harm her, and be loyal to serve her, but she is unaware he is a hybrid. So although her spell works, he is able to fight some of his feelings because his wolf wasn't spelled to any loyalty to her. If that makes sense. And in this story, Klaus' father the King is Elijah.