Cold, deadly, heartless, and has no remorse for anyone.
What happens when Klaus finds his counterpart in the eldest Bennett witch, Aziza?
Read to find out.
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"What is it that you come seeking, Ms. Bennett." Bonnie and Kol heard behind them, as they walked through the cemetery.
It was a safe place for witches, and where they would go, to practice the craft, without Marcel knowing.
"How do you know who I am?" She asked, slightly stepping forward, as the raven haired woman looked at her with a soft smile.
"The spirits talk. But, you have come here for something. What is it?"
"My sister. Marcel has her, and we can't find her. I know she's still here, in New Orleans, but maybe you could help us. You are one of Marcel's witches aren't you?" Kol asked, approaching the woman.
He could hear her heart pumping blood.
The smell of fear was light, but still recognizable.
She knew who he was.
"I am no witch of Marcel's. He's greedy with power, and controlling. He killed my sister." She gritted, her body overcoming with hatred for the old vampire.
"Then help us. Please. I need to make sure she's safe." Bonnie pleaded, worry evident in her apple green eyes.
"Of course, but I will need something in return." She said, with a smirk pulling her lip.
"Of course. How about the gift of still living?" Kol threatened about to approach the witch, but Bonnie place her hand on his chest, calming him down.
The two stared at each other for a moment, Kol smiling at her hand still touching him.
She slowly moved it, and took a deep breath, shaking her feelings off.
"What do you want?"
"It's simple. I want you to make Marcel suffer. He took my sister from me, just like he has done you. He deserves to burn. Promise me, you'll take him down." She said, holding Bonnie's hands in hers, with pleading eyes.
Bonnie didn't know what it was like to lose her sister, to death, and she couldn't fathom the thought of Aziza being gone forever.
"I promise. You have my word."
"Thank you. Now as far as Marcel, he has a few safe spots in the city. One is the old abandoned church, where private meetings are held, to discuss treaties with the humans and vampires. Of course there's his loft, where he keeps his freshly turned vamps. Others are pretty well protected, and he doesn't tell anyone, except for the ones he trusts the most." She said, looking between the two.
"Then we'll start at the church. Thank you, for your help." Bonnie said, giving her a grateful smile.
"Just keep your end of the deal. If Marcel knows I gave you even the slightest bit of information, he'll kill me. Just like he did my sister."
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"Damon, we have to do something, or we're gonna fucking die." Caroline gritted, as her burning skin, slowly healed.
