Hey! This is a Klonnie fic! There will also be interactions with the other originals and more familiar faces. Allot of drama ahead! Without spoiling anything further, enjoy!

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Klaus pov

Klaus looked around growling in his destroyed chamber. His anger had once again gotten the better of him. The Hybrid let out a frustrated growl before slamming the last intact chair against the wall, shattering the mahogany to a pile of wooden splinters.

The last months had been too much, even for him. The sudden losses of Freya and Finn had left the Mikaelson family completely devastated and broken. The Mikaelson mansion which had been a debatably happy place over the last thousand years was now quiet and grieving. Sure, they had faced hard times, but never such a loss like this.

Such a loss that left Rebekah on edge and weeping in her room for months, not willing to speak to anybody, not even to him.

A loss that left Elijah grieving in his own special way. His cracks were beginning to show, and Klaus feared that Elijah's infamous "red door" might open.

A loss that left Kol on a murdering spree. He hadn't seen his younger impulsive brother for weeks. He left after killing half the servant staff in a rage filled with blood and anger. The servants were quavering in fear for one of the Mikeasons next move, fearing for their lives.

But above all, Klaus was angry. An anger he had never felt before. One that ate at him from the inside. He wanted answers.

He wanted revenge.

Klaus stumbled towards his half-broken bed while running a hand through his hair. He quickly grabbed a bottle of bourbon from his nightstand. Not bothering to fill a glass he gulped the golden liquid down and swallowed hard.

Memories of Freya's death involuntarily filled his mind. It had been about three months ago. He had needed Freya for a locating spell to track down one of his enemies. After looking and shouting her name through the whole mansion he had decided to check the back yawn. It then only took him five steps exactly to find her body. White, stone cold and with crimson blood dripping from her mouth, nose, and eyes. Half of it had already dried up and was caked in her ash blond hair. The family had been heartbroken.

Two months ago they found Finn in his chambers, in the exact same horrifying dead state. Things got worse.

Klaus had forced one of his most devoted servants, a powerful warlock named Malachai, to place a protection spell among him and his remaining siblings, one strong enough to protect them from this bloodthirsty curse. Malachai had succeeded for now. No other deaths had fallen. They were not sure how long the protection spell would hold or how powerful the curse was. Klaus now spent his time relentlessly searching for answers, answers he needed.

He needed someone to blame. Someone to torture the lights out of.

He smashed the half empty bottle of bourbon against the wall.

Bonnie pov

"I'll get it grams!" Bonnie yelled while running down the stairs. She stumbled into the kitchen and pulled a freshly baked cake out of the oven. A delicious sweet smell filled the air making Bonnie's stomach grumble.

"That looks delicious baby." Her grams entered the kitchen with a smile. "Would you like me to make some tea?"

Bonnie nodded. "Sure grams, I was planning on getting some fresh air before eating anyways." She said, giving her grams a chaste peck on the cheek. Her grams closed her eyes and casted a quick heating spell on a pot filled with fresh water, making it boil.

"Okay, just don't be too long hun. We wouldn't want this delicious smelling cake go cold, now would we?"

Bonnie made her way outside. "Will do grams." She shouted while closing the door behind her. The young witch sighed. It was a beautiful day out. She took in the intoxicating smell of flowers.

Witchferd Creek, a small town in Louisiana, never looked better. It was known as the supernatural hot-spot for witches and warlocks – the name said it all. It didn't get much better than Witchferd Creek for witches with its blooming nature filled with healing powers and powerful trees that were older than mankind itself. Bonnie had lived here her whole life with her grams. Her mom had abandoned her when she was a child and her father she had never known. She and her grams were the last living members of the proud and powerful Bennett bloodline. Bonnie had studied magic at school and at home her whole life. Magic wasn't a secret in Witchferd Creek, it was embraced. To be fair, there only lived witches and warlocks in Witchferd Creek so there was nothing to hide.

She smiled while looking down at a once pretty flower which was slowly crumbling apart. She arched her back as she folded her hands around it, casting a simple spell bringing the light blue flower back to its bloom and glory.

Bonnie was abruptly pulled out of her thoughts by her phone ringing in her pocket. She swiftly pooled it out and almost directly rolled her eyes when she saw whose name had popped up on the screen. She pressed "ignore call", rolling her eyes again for good measure.

It was her clingy warlock ex-boyfriend Luka, who wouldn't take a hint and didn't seem to understand that they were over. Their relationship had only lasted a month. Bonnie couldn't handle his daily love letters dedicated to her, and how he got jealous when she talked to her other guy friends. On their first date he had even written a serenade about his love for her. He sang it in front of everybody in a freaking restaurant. No doubt the most awkward moment of her life. Sure, he was sweet, but clingy as hell. Too much for her.

Other than her friends at school, Bonnie wasn't really that into the boys here. They were all the same in her eyes and she rather just focused on her magic. Her one true love.

Bonnie laughed at herself as she walked back inside. She found her grams frosting the cake in the kitchen.

"There you are, I was wondering when you would come back." Her grams smiled and passed her a plate filled with frosted cake. There was a single pink candle placed in it.

"Happy 18th birthday, baby." Bonnie smiled as her grams kissed her cheek while singing "Happy Birthday".

Klaus pov

A lead. Finally a lead.

After all these months Klaus had found his first valid lead, getting him a step closer to untangle the mystery of his siblings' deaths. His loyal warlock servant Malachai had finally been able to get the whereabouts of a once powerful witch, named Qetsiyah. An old ex-witch specialized in curses and prophecy's. Her magic had been stolen from her many years ago, so she was completely harmless. Her knowledge and mind however remained intact. The rumors were that the spirits still spoke to her, even when she lost her gift of magic.

Klaus smirked to himself as he stood outside her darling wooden cottage deep in the south side of France, surrounded by flowers and a blossom tree in its full bloom. The ex-witch new how to hide. The Hybrid didn't care either way, he was finally going to get some well-deserved answers, and hopefully his revenge soon enough. He walked into the ex-witches garden.

"Qetsiyah, I know you're in there." He announced menacingly. "If you don't want me to burn this ratchet little cottage down, it will be in your best interest to invite me in and skip the dramatics."

Klaus's plan worked almost immediately. The wooden door slowly creaked open. The Hybrid smirked while staring into Qetsiyah's bright eyes. Filled with pride, determination, and even a little fear. Only then he noticed her aged face and gray hair. Her magic had disappeared, and so had her beauty. Klaus bent his head down to her.

"Aren't you going to invite me in, old friend?"

He saw disgust and hesitation drifting over the ex-witches old features. She sighed, knowing very well she had no choice.

"You may enter, Hybrid."

Klaus did just that before taking a seat in an old wooden chair, purposely making it squeak under him. Qetsiyah hesitantly sat down too.

"What a lovely little home you have, quite…rustic." Klaus said with a sly smirk. The crone didn't take the bait. She sat up.

"I don't know why you're here Hybrid, but I know it's not good. Could we please skip the spiteful small talk and get to the point. What do you want, Niklaus?"

Klaus just smirked at her taunt, letting a hint of golden flash through his blue eyes. Letting her know who had the upper hand.

"Oh my dear old Qetsiyah, you have never been one for a civilized conversation. But very well then, have it your way."

Klaus started to tell her about the last few months. He noticed Qetsiyah's brows frown when he got to the part of Freya and Finns deaths, or more specifically on how they died. When he finished the ex-witch finally spoke.

"I am afraid I can't help you with this matter, Niklaus. I do not have my magic, and you are talking about the darkest kind, curses for that matter."

Niklaus growled and quickly shot up, making the chair hit the floor under him. He refused to believe he had come here for nothing and more importantly lost his only lead.

"Nonsense! You are Qetsiyah for heavens sake. The once so mighty and powerful. You're holding back, I can sense it. I can smell the lies on you. I will torture it out of you if I have to, you dirty old –"

Qetsiyah's eyes abruptly shot back, showing only the whites. A bright light filled the room. Klaus stood as still as a statue. His mouth fell open in shock at the scene displaying itself before him. Qetsiyah rose a thew inches from the floor. Klaus waited and readied himself for what was to come. She spoke with a voice that was not her own.

"You are a fool, Hybrid. The prophecy has been set in motion a thousand years ago. The Mikaelsons will fall or be saved within years time, by the hands of a young one. That will be based on her actions. Be aware Hybrid, the young witch has learned to loathe your kind. You have been warned."

Qetsiyah started shaking over her whole body. Blood began to drip out of her nose as her eyes rolled around hysterically. Klaus abruptly stepped out of his trance. This couldn't be all. He needed a name, and he needed it now. He vamp speeded towards the woman, closing his fingers around her neck and raising her a thew inches higher.

"I need a name crone! Give me a name!" He roared furiously.

Qetsiyah started squeaking out words. He untightened his grip just a little, letting her breathe.

"Speak. Now." Klaus growled lowly.

"The last…the last and youngest of the Be- Bennett bloodline." Her voice shattered, and her eyes turned blank. Klaus let her limp, dead body fall to ground. He felt no remorse, this only spared him from killing her himself. She knew too much.

"Bennett..." The Hybrid let the name roll over his tongue.

A proud, once powerful family, he regarded himself. Witches and warlocks. Klaus smirked at this newfound knowledge. It looked like he was going to be paying the youngest Bennett a visit soon, wherever in the world she was right now. He chuckled, as he knew he was one step closer to getting his revenge and ending this prophecy once and for all.

Looking around one last time, his eyes fell upon a set of matches sitting on the wooden counter before him. Perfect.

Setting the match aflame, he dropped it on the floor while speeding out of the house. He knew it would catch soon, burning Qetsiyah and any trace of him ever being there with it. He glanced over his shoulder to the cottage filled with flames one final time, before vamp speeding away.

I hope you liked the first chapter! Please tell me your thoughts in the reviews!

To be continued…