Bites and Bloodlines - Caroline Forbes

Malraux and Bennet

"Over the course of my long life, witches have been our ally, enemy, and neutral in all types of conflict. I have bedded, protected, and slain plenty of witches. None so fierce than that of the Bennet Line have truly brought me to feel lust, pride, and fear..." - Sebastian Malraux 

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Sitting across from one another, a tense silence fell over each of them now.

Stirring a cup of tea in between his fingers, Sebastian watched as Bonnie looked around, the ivory walls filled with treasures from all around the world seemed to confuse her.

"She's confused, brother. I much like Yvonne better, she knew how to handle herself, even then." Pointed is his sister, her eyes studied Bonnie with nothing but disgust, almost pure revulsion at the look of the witch as Bonnie tilted her head up. 

A glow of her eyes that let Druella know to tread carefully, though the first werewolf had mockingly wiggled her fingers as she sat on her brother's right with Mars warning her with a little from Sebastian's left.

"I apologize for my sister, Bonnie, she has a favour for witches that prove to be independent, much like your ancestors. She believes that you are rather one dimensional in terms of your power, even with those you choose to help with your gift." Sebastian is less so, his smile and finely pointed brows do little but bring the Bennet a peace with one.

Bonnie stammers, blushing almost under Sebastian's attention as he waits for her, the input of a witch and yet she finds herself stunned. 

Though the Witch hadn't meant to come here, she was guided. The witches, nature itself had brought her before the Malraux, the beasts. 

She saw little to truly describe them as such but Bonnie was no fool, the flowery words and the finely crafted image they put together were merely the fabric meant to conceal their nature.

Like vampires perhaps, but there was a touch of something more potent, less corrupt and more natural, like a true evolution of all that had come. 

"I don't know why I'm here, I didn't even know your name and yet-" she sighs to herself. Bonnie can't think to wonder about it about Emily when she was hijacked by her ancestor so long ago. 

Laughter burst from her lips, it was a small thing, more like an innocent giggle that seemed to give some levity to her strange circumstance. 

"You feel safer than you ever have in many years, I could be very honest with you Bonnie, there is a reason why you are here." Sebastian's voice is teasing, a lilt that seems to touch on Bonnie's past as her brow perches in a stern line, one that seems to give her an almost powerful aura though she seemed barely able to tickle Seb if he was able to read the situation. 

"Why? Who are you? Why am I here?" Though fearful, there is eagerness in the witch's tone, almost glad that her time wasn't spent doing something else. 

Sebastian knew what it was however, a witch such as Sheila Bennet should not have died for the cause of doppelgangers and their overbearing nature of involvement in love triangles. 

Sebastian almost wished to damn the original ancestors that set forth the course of events, but if it were not for them, then Bonnie's ancestor would not have gifted him such a fine duty...

One that nature had to obey, he was the father, the progenitor, and above all, he was their guardian and protector. 

"A long time ago, a very powerful witch of your line brought forth a spell. Much like that of Esther Mikaelson's, she knew that a time would come when nature wished to bring her ruin. She thought ahead, she fashioned three guardians, three beasts in what would come to be known as the first werewolves. For a long time, I have protected and cared for your ancestors, I guess it is time for me to do so for you." Sebastian's tone did not touch on his past much but he could see it, Bonnie wanted more.