Fire and Blood

Five years ago, Bonnie Bennett left after the Mikaelson family did. Elena is now a vampire and her humanity is slipping with each day. On the anniversary of Bonnie's disappearance, Caroline receives a letter from her best friend. But what is it that she wants?

Author's Note:

Season Four never happened. Alaric never got turned into a vampire, never got possessed either. Delena happens (only because fuck it, I don't give a fuck about either of them anymore) Forwood is still on and Stefan is currently single. All of the original family is in New Orleans.

i don't own anything but Mischa, Kit and Adrian

"I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are."
―Jess C. Scott

Chapter Five

Adrian never took his eyes the vampire currently glaring daggers at the back of his head. He was very much aware that Damon was not too happy with Bonnie's decision to stay in New Orleans. In all honesty, Adrian did not care. What he cared about was his wife's happiness and the happiness of his family. His wife. He looked down at the petite woman in his arms as they danced and couldn't help but smile. He placed his fingers underneath her chin and leaned down, giving her a quick peck on her lips.

"Are you ever going to stop showering me with affections?" she asked as he spun them around.

"Never," he answered and then ended their dance. He bowed at his waist and watched as she curtsied. The room busted into applause and he held her by the waist as he lead them over to Niklaus and his family. He wasn't too comfortable with his wife being near the ones who had caused her so much grief. And aside from Damon, there was the matter of the Gilbert boy who had been giving his wife moon eyes ever since she had walked up to them.

He glanced over towards the others and saw Mischa chatting with Katerina while his sister would occasionally turn her head back to look at the one she had been flirting shamelessly with; the one his wife said was good but just with the right touch of darkness like Mischa's. The one named Stefan.

"Darling," he said, calling his wife's attention from her conversation with Elijah. She turned to look at him.

"Yes Adrian?" she asked.

He leaned in and kissed her lips, his teeth catching her bottom lip while his thumb brushed along her cheek. "I'm going for some air," he said against her lips as he continued to nip at her bottom lip. "And when I return, I am going to take you to bed and make you quiver."

He saw Klaus smirk from behind his champagne flute, having been eavesdropping but the hybrid said nothing as he bowed to his king and watched him leave. He did turn to Bonnie and his smirk turned into a full on grin as he saw the apples of her cheeks turn red.

"Quiver?" he asked in a jesting tone. "I would have suspected you would have him bound in rope and his skin marred with welts, minor burns, scratch marks and he would call you Mistress what with how devoted he is to you."

"Now Niklaus," Elijah chastised. "Are we certain you are not confusing our Queen's bedroom activities for yours and Miss. Emily's?"

Klaus stilled, the liquid contents in his glass slipping from his lips as the flute fell to the ground and shattered. Bonnie noticed the fluster of his cheeks and how he shifted suddenly. His blue eyes turned and caught sight of his lover as she conversed with Rudy Owens. She paused mid sentence and turned her head towards him. Her eyebrow cocked up as if to ask a question. He flustered even more, his shoulder straightening and he averted her gaze after a few moments. She smiled warmly, nodded her head and resumed her conversation with Rudy as if nothing has happened.

Needless to say, Klaus's ears were burning and he could hear Mischa making whipping noises under he breath.

The little brat, he thought bitterly and watched the princess snicker at Katerina's joke.

"You did deserve that," Rebekah commented. "Teasing our Queen will only result in a consequence."

Bonnie giggled warmly and reached out, patting Klaus's forearm. "It's alright Niklaus. I know you were being playful."

He said nothing but took another flute from a passing waiter, throwing back his glass in one go. His dignity was already bruised, he didn't need it harmed any further.

Adrian stood outside on the balcony, his eyes staring out the bright lights of the city. New Orleans truly was a beautiful sight and the moon hung over, casting a glow of enchantment. He smiled warmly and leaned forward, resting his elbows against the rail.

He had come out to clear his head. The crowds were enough, he was used to them from the countless coven meetings his family would host and the lavish galas from his childhood. He remembered going to his very first one when he was eleven years old, the oldest a child could enter into a coven meeting. He had been sitting beside his father, wanting to know why he had to be there. He had been a scrawny thing, growing limbs, deep brown eyes and shaggy dark hair and all he had wanted to do was go home and play with his younger sister and newborn brother. His father would chastise him for using magic during a meeting to keep himself entertained.

Mischa hasn't joined the meetings until he was thirteen and he had watched as his baby sister, all ink black pigtails and a tutu with leggings and blouse swing her legs beside him. Neither of them had caused any problems until Mischa was fourteen and she had caused a coven member to choke violently and then have a brain hemorrhage after he made a remark about their father. The man had lived but Mischa's little "incident" as many called it left her branded as the black sheep.

After that, no one wanted anything to do with his baby sister. She had gone unloved for so long by men that by her eighteenth birthday, she was falling into bed with anyone she felt hexing into the next century simply because they did her wrong. She had given up the hope of someone ever loving her until the siblings had bumped into Bonnie Bennett at a bar. Mischa had felt a connection with her. Bonnie's warmth and her love had been the light that his sister needed. What all three of them had needed after their father had passed away.

Bonnie had become all they could come to love. Kit had found another sister, someone who he could lean on and would protect until his dying breath. Mischa had found the other side of the coin. Bonnie was light and she was dark but they were one and the same. Broken, abused and mistreated but found something to hold onto and protect ant cherish each other. And for Adrian himself, he had found the other half of his soul. He knew the moment their eyes had connected, when he looked into her emerald eyes and felt his magic surge with the need to bind to her for all eternity, felt his body need to cherish her, his lips kiss every inch of her and pour his very essence into her, he knew he had found what they all needed.

Their final piece of the puzzle. The spark that lit them all. They found each other.

Adrian reached down and twirled his wedding ring, a small smile on his face. The few months of courtship he gave Bonnie had progressed slowly but he had asked her to marry him nonetheless six months after knowing her. She hadn't accepted right away. The stubborn girl had rebuked him until she couldn't find her feelings for him any longer. The moment the word yes left her lips, he had spelled his room and taken her on every surface he could get her on, lovingly and then aggressively.

He smirked at the memory, running his tongue along his lips. The taste of her was still there and he shut his eyes, envisioning how she would turn into a quivering mess from his teeth and tongue alone.

"Don't the guards know better than to leave their king alone?" Adrian said nothing as he opened his eyes. He craned his head and saw the raven haired vampire giving him a little smirk. Damon walked towards him and his smirk turned into a grin as he continued. "I mean, you're defenseless. Unless you're like Bon-Bon and enjoy using little migraines to protect yourself."

The young king said nothing as the vampire advanced. "Or maybe you're not really all that powerful. I mean, why else would you want to tie yourself down to a Bennett? You can't possibly love her, can you? I mean, she's judgmental as hell, she's self righteous and don't get me started on her constant "you have a choice" bull that she spouts." Damon paused when he was a foot away from the young man and really got a good look at him.

Short dark hair, deep brown eyes and a face that reminded him of Ben Barnes; angled jaw time, square shaped face and a bit of a scruff. He'd admit, it was a step up from Baby Gilbert but not a major improvement in his eyes.

Hell, Damon was pretty sure he'd be a better pick for Bonnie than Jeremy.

"You're not really her type," the words fly from his mouth before he even realizes he'd spoken them. The dark eyed witch said nothing as he stared him down. "You may gave the soulful eyes but I don't see anything else that might cause Witchy to fall for you."

Adrian smirked then and that one action caused a lot of annoyance for Damon. "I knew it," he said and walked up to the vampire. Their chests touched and Adrian's smirk never faltered as he spoke the words that would resonate in Damon's very bones for days. "You're so attached to my wife, you can't seem to see how much you want her. You think you need her for magical purposes, but in reality, you need her because without her, what would you be? Who would be there to put you in your place?"

Damon growled. "You think I want her back because I miss her?"

Adrian shook his head. "You want her back because you're jealous. You're envious that she's found love, has found people outside of her comfort zone who love and cherish her and ask for nothing but her love. No magical needs, no solution to a problem that can easily be fixed with common sense; just pure devotion and compassion. You're angry because instead of a child who has no idea what he wants, an actual man has stepped up and turned Bonnie into the thing she was always meant to become. A woman of power A woman of stature. A woman to be feared and worshiped in life and death. A woman who needs to be pleasured, sexual and by other means, simply because she needs it, not the one who gives it to her."

Damon growled but Adrian continued. "Did you know when she falls into euphoria, her entire body stills and the breath she takes just before she comes is majestic. Or the way she rides my cock, the way her back arches and her hips work. The scrapping her teeth along her bottom lip as she works herself to bring both of us to an orgasm," he reaches up and places a hand on Damon's shoulder and whispers in his ear. "She's cried my name so many times the very memory of it arouses me. The way she stretches her lips into a smile makes me think of how she takes me into her mouth and pleases me like I am meant to be pleased. However, I have to say, the best thing I love about her, aside from the fire that burns inside her, is the sweet taste of her cunt."

He feels Damon begin to quiver under his touch and he can't help but want to smile. "She's so delicious," he purred into Damon's ear. "Addictive and worth sampling every drop of her essence. You've tasted her blood so you're aware of how sweet she is. But that was when she was pure. Now she's ripened into a woman and she's become the only thing my tongue wants to savor, her body is the only thing I want. I have her heart and she will always have mine. And her body is all my dick wants. No other woman will do. No other woman will ever have my time of day, not when I can be buried deep inside my wife, marking her beautiful skin with my teeth and my hands, feeling her walls tighten around me and when she brings me to the edge, her teeth sink into my skin I know she's claiming me as well."

Damon is a fury of rage, his face now monstrous as he reached for the young king but Adrian was faster. He grabbed Damon by the throat and held him back. He didn't need magic to assist him. He tightened his hold and then smirked.

"You love my wife," he said the words slowly. "You love her more than you love the doppelganger and you're so blinded by the phantom love you held for Katerina to see that. You think Elena will love you forever? She's still in love with your brother, and if the death glares she gave my sister tonight were not proof enough, I wonder how the doppelganger and you will deal with the aftermath of Stefan crawling into Mischa's bed tonight."

Damon tried to open his mouth to speak but Adrian would not allow him. "You'll ignore it. Play it off as Elena's fleeting feelings and try to make her forget by fucking her brains out. She'll be hooked on you just a bit longer then. But she won't love you the way she loves Stefan. She won't accept all of you the way she tried to Stefan."

Damon snarled and with his strength switched them so that Adrian was pressed against the railing, Damon's arm pressed down on his throat. "I've hit a trigger," Adrian said through his teeth. "Bonnie and Stefan are you weaknesses, I see."

Damon pressed down harder. "I'm not in love with Bonnie," he said although the words felt like acid coming up his throat and burning his mouth. "I want her dead."

"Lies," Adrian mused and then wrapped a hand around Damon's wrist. He said no words as Damon's flesh began to scold. The vampire pulled away and the warlock straightened before he stood side by side with Damon. "Your body knows what it wants. Your heart, though confused, knows what it wants. But your head don't listen. It will continue to trick you. You, as a whole, need to figure out what you want. But you already know what it is, and you can't have it."

Damon felt like he had been punched in the gut. Adrian smiled. "I don't need magic to hurt you Damon. I can read you pretty damn well and what I've read is that you are searching for love, and the ones you've given that love to are simply using you. Stefan does love you and is willing to let you go so you can grow. Bonnie has given up all chances of finding a good man behind the monster simply because she feels that man died and should say buried because if he saw the thing he'd become, he'd want to die a thousand more deaths."

"And Elena?" he whispered.

"That I don't know," Adrian said. "You'll have to figure it out."

The king headed inside, leaving the vampire alone.

Her back pressed against the wall, her arms wrapped around his neck and their lips moved in sync. His hands were too busy to hold her by her waist. He was trying to peel her dress off and while she gave him an A for effort, she really just wanted him to rip her clothes off and just fuck her. Her hands moved from his neck and reached down to grasp his shirt. Pulling away to breath, she attacked his neck and ripped open his shirt. She stole a glance down at his chest and licked her lips, biting and licking at the skin of his throat as her dainty fingers pressed against his pecs.

He groaned into her ear and gasped as she bit deep enough to break the skin, her legs still wrapped around his waist and her hands inching lower towards his pants. Her lover lowered her down onto the dresser and forced her legs open. His hands moved up her thighs, inching slowly and teasing while she squirmed for more. She pulled his to her and into another kiss.

Tongue dueled, his teeth sinking into her bottom lip and she bucked her hips as his fingers teased her clit through her underwear. He hasn't gone past that thin barrier as he continued to taste her lips. A growl escaped him as her hand pressed against his erection and he moaned as she started to stroke him.

He pulled away from their second kiss, well if they were counting the one from earlier, it would their third kiss of the night. She giggled like a little girl when he picked up his tempo and it morphed into a moan as he reached into her panties and start to slide a finger along her lips. She returned to the favor by unzipping his pants and taking his cock in her hand. She grinned at how prepared he was.

She pushed him away and he blinked in confusion but she simply winked before she got off the dresser and turned him around, having him lean against it and then licked from his neck to his collarbone, all while stroking him. Her palm occasionally teases the head of his cock, feeling the dampness of his precum and she watches as he smirks and pulls her in for another kiss. She broke it to drop to her knees. Locking eyes with him, she opened her mouth and took his hardening cock inside. He sighed in content as she began her work.

"Fuck," he grunted and wrapped a hand in her hair.

She smirked and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock while stroking him. She removed him from her mouth and moved to suck on his balls, never stopping her stroking and they never stopped locking eyes as she continued, bringing him close to an orgasm.

"No," she snapped and pulled away as he got close. He looked her in the eyes and she smirked and she moved them to the floor of the hallway. The hallway of all places, he realized, were anyone could come waltzing from the main hall. He moved to tell her to stop when she straddled him, her dressed concealing his aching cock from any prying eyes but hers. She took hold of him and moved her panties to the side. With a coy smile, she lowered herself inch by inch after she rode him slowly. She watched his eyes roll back to his skull. "I was right. You are mountable," she purred and trailed a finger along his chest before she rotated her hips and moaned. "And bounceable."

"Bonnie," she looked up from her third glass of champagne and her fourth conversation with a citizen of New Orleans to find Jeremy had called her. He looked sheepish and his body language told her he was going to try and make an effort to woo her. She sighed and excused herself from the conversation and nodded in the young hunter's direction.

"Yes Jeremy?" she asked.

"I..." he paused and took a deep breath to tell her how he felt but she held up a hand to stop him.

"Jeremy, I know you still have feelings for me, it's as plain as day. However, I've had five years to reflect on our relationship. Five years to know that I will be not wanting to continue that relationship. I'm married, happily might I add, to a man who would give up everything for me, was willing to give up his right as king to live a mundane life for me. A man who respects me, treats me as an equal and will ask very little of me. I understand that you want to rekindle, but what was there to rekindle? We were set to fail from the start and honestly, I don't want to destroy what little of our friendship remains if your own goal is destroy my marriage."

He winched. "Bonnie," he whispered. "I love you."

"No," Bonnie said. "You love the idea of what we were."

"No I do love you!" he cried.

Bonnie shut her eyes and breathed in through her nose before she exhaled. Of all the times for Mischa to decide to get into Stefan's pants, now was not a good time. Rebekah had been swept onto the dance floor by a young warlock while Katerina was determined to get Matt to dance with her. Caroline was dancing with Kit and Emily had taken Klaus off to their room to have a talk. Adrian, her dear husband, hasn't come back yet. What was taking him so long?

"Bonnie please," she felt Jeremy's hands on her shoulders and she wondered if he was expecting her to relax under his touch. She wasn't going to. "I know you think you love him, but you're just...you're confused."

She opened her eyes, the soft green hue gone and replaced with a emerald flame. "Confused?" she asked, her voice cold. He blinked and watched as she removed herself from his hold and repeated the one. "Confused, I believe you said. I'm confused about how my entire being reacts to my husband's? I'm confused with how my magic becomes stronger, becoming brighter when I'm around him, or how my body relaxes when he is close to me. Or how my heart pounds when he's around me? And yet you, a simple kid, knows how I feel. You know that because in the last five years, you've taken the time to think of how our relationship failed. You've thought of how you cheated on me with a ghost, how you hadn't really thought of fighting for our relationship, for wanting me to stay in Mystic Falls."

She barked a laugh but it was cold and Jeremy felt like he was staring at a different person. "You loved the old Bonnie Bennett," she drawled. "You loved the doormat, the one who scurried off to cry in secret because no one appreciated her. You loved a girl."

"And you could never love the woman she has become," Adrian's voice sounded as he walked up and brought her hand up, his lips pressed against her knuckles. "лапушка," he whispered against her skin before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. "Mischa has taken residence in the hallway, my love."

Bonnie shook her head and reached up, padding her fingers along his scruff. He almost purred in content as she lightly scratched, "любимый ," she said in his native tongue. He shamelessly groaned profanity into her neck, her body tingling as he breathed the word 'fuck' against her collar bone. "You were gone for too long, my darling."

He sighed. "Forgive me love," he whispered and then locked eyes with Jeremy, who stared at their display of affection with a mixture of arousal and jealousy. "I needed to clear my head."

"Too crowded?" Jeremy quipped, deciding to jump into their conversation.

"A bit," Adrian said.

"Hmm," Bonnie hummed as she scratched under Adrian's chin. He let a hand slide up to cup one of her breasts. Jeremy frowned.

"You're just gonna let him grope you like some horny teenager?" he asked hotly. "Some king."

"I'd hold my tongue, kid, if I were you," Adrian said, removing his hand from it's resting place and letting it drop to his side. Bonnie sighed, knowing that her husband was not one for physical conflict. He had always been brought up as a strategist and instead of violence, he analysed and used that against someone. "You're in no position to talk down to my wife."

"You threw that out pretty quick," Jeremy snapped, puffing up his chest.

Adrian showed little interest in the sign of a fight. He stage whispered into Bonnie's ear, watching Jeremy turn red with anger. "Shall we leave him, my Queen? I do believe I promised to make you quiver."

Bonnie shook her head and turned to give her husband a quick kiss. "I can't just leave without getting a word in to my father, Adrian, that would be rude."

He nodded. "I understand," he told her and bowed at the waist. "Shall I accompany you to your father, or would you like to do it alone?"

Bonnie reached for his hand and he took it. "Together," she told him, love shining in her eyes and ringing clear in her tone. She turned to Jeremy. "I do hope you can excuse us, Mr. Gilbert."

Jeremy said nothing as the two walked away from him and towards Rudy. As Bonnie embraced her father and proceeded to introduce him to Adrian, Jeremy knew that Bonnie had been right. He had loved the girl she had been and had been holding on to the idea of what their relationship had been. Watching her with Adrian, Jeremy knew in that moment, he had lost her. But it wasn't a sudden lose. He had lost her years ago, it had just taken him five years to realize it.