Their Raven

Chapter 18

The Mikaelson mansion was heavy with tension. Damon lay motionless, his breathing shallow, skin ashen. The shadows around him seemed to deepen, as if drawn to his fading life. Stefan hadn't moved from his spot on the floor, still gripping his brother's hand like a lifeline.

Bonnie sat slumped beside the bed, exhaustion etched into every line of her face. Her magic was drained, her spirit shattered. She had tried everything—every spell, every incantation, every desperate plea to her ancestors. Nothing had worked. Damon was slipping away.

Kol paced the room, his shoulders tense, eyes never straying far from Damon. The sight made his stomach twist uncomfortably, a feeling he wasn't used to. Kol wasn't supposed to care. Not like this. Not about him.

Elijah stood by the window, his back straight, hands clasped behind him as he stared out into the darkness. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying Damon's screams the blood that had spilled from his mouth. The sound of Bonnie's voice cracking as she begged the spirits to help her.

Klaus hovered by the door, his expression unreadable, face shadowed in the dim light. But his eyes betrayed him—icy blue orbs flickering with fear. Fear of losing him. Fear of losing Damon.

Stefan finally broke the silence his voice hoarse, "We have to find her. The witch. She did this. She's killing him."

Elijah turned, his eyes sharp. "And we will. I'll tear the world apart if I must. But we need a lead—something, anything that will tell us where she is."

Klaus's jaw tightened. "She's hiding behind powerful magic. I've searched half the city and found nothing. It's as if she doesn't exist."

Bonnie's head snapped up, her eyes widening. "Wait... the spell. When it broke, there was a surge. A ripple of magic. I felt it." She forced herself to stand, swaying slightly before Kol caught her arm, steadying her.

"You think you can trace it?" Klaus asked, his voice sharp, laced with hope.

Bonnie nodded, determination hardening her features. "If I can tap into it, follow the magic back to its source... I might be able to find her."

Elijah's shoulders relaxed slightly, a spark of hope igniting. "Do whatever you need to do. We'll protect you."

Kol released her, a wicked smile curving his lips. "And once you find her, we'll make her pay. No one touches what's ours." His eyes flicked to Damon, then away, expression hardening.

"I don't know if I should be concerned by this possessiveness or not" Bonnie moved to the bottom of Damon's bed, ignoring Kol's smirk. Her fingers trembling as she began to drew a circle of salt on the floor. She muttered an incantation under her breath, her voice low and steady.

As the salt circle closed, the air in the room shifted, a chill sweeping through. The candles flickered, shadows dancing across the walls. Bonnie's eyes turned white, her body swaying as the magic took hold.

She saw flashes—images swirling in her mind. A dark room, lit only by candles. The witch, kneeling before a map, chanting in a language Bonnie didn't recognise. A photo of Damon, stained with blood. The witch's face contorted with rage as her spell shattered, her voice echoing in fury.

"I'll kill him," the witch hissed, her eyes burning with hatred. "I'll end the Le Rouge line. I'll make him suffer."

The vision shifted , the room spinning before Bonnie's eyes. She saw a street sigh, a rooked lamppost, a worn-down building with shattered windows. Then darkness.

Bonnie's eyes snapped open, her knees giving out as she collapsed to the floor. Stefan was there instantly, catching her before she hit the ground. "Bonnie! Are you okay?"

She gasped for breath, her body shaking. "I saw her... I saw where she is."

Klaus's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Tell me. Now." Bonnie looked up, her gaze fierce. "An abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. Near Fifth and Maple. She's there. She's for him."

Elijah's face hardened, his shoulders straightening. "Then we go. We end this tonight."

Stefan's eyes burned with fury as he stood, his grip on Bonnie tightening. "She did this to him. She tried to take him from me. I'm going with you"

Klaus's lips curled into a feral smile. "The more, the merrier."

Kol's eyes gleamed with excitement, the promise of violence lighting up his face. "Finally. I've been itching for a fight." Bonnie pulled herself to her feet her body still trembling from the vision. "Be careful. She's powerful. And she hates him... she hates all of us."

Klaus's expression darkened, his eyes flicking to Damon's still form. "She'll regret ever laying a finger on him. I'll make sure of it."

Elijah's eyes softened as he looked at Damon, his voice low. "Stay with us, Damon. Just a little longer ᛒᛖᚨᚢᛏᛁᚠᚢᛚ."

Stefan leaned down, his forehead touching Damon's, voice breaking. "I'm going to save you now, just like you've always saved me."

Kol's hand hovered over Damon's hand, his fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, his expression guarded. "Don't be stupid, sweetheart. You're not allowed to die. Not yet."

Klaus turned, his eyes blazing. "Let's go. It's time this witch learned what happens when you mess with the Mikaelsons"

Elijah nodded, his face grim. "And when you threaten those we care about."

Stefan straightened, his eyes filled with fire. "I'm coming too."

"No." Bonnie said, stepping in front of him. "You need to stay here. He needs you." She looked at him, eyes pleading. "He needs to hear your voice. It's the only thing keeping him here."

Stefan hesitated, torn between vengeance and his brother. But then he looked at Damon, so still, so fragile, and his decision was made. "Bring her back. Alive. I want to be the one who ends her."

Klaus's lips curled into approval. "As you wish."

The room filled with the rush of wind as the Mikaelsons disappeared, moving faster than the human eye could follow. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving Bonnie and Stefan alone with Damon.

Bonnie took a shaky breath, her eyes fixed on Damon's face. "Hold on... just hold on."

Stefan sank ack to the floor, his hand finding Damon's once more, his fingers finding Damon's once more, his fingers wrapping around his brother's cold ones. "I'm here, Damon," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere. I won't let you go."

Damon's chest rose and fell, shallow and weak, but steady. The shadows seemed to recede, just a little, as Stefan's voice filled the room, anchoring him to this world.

Bonnie sank to her knees beside them, her hands clasped, head bowed as she began to prey—to the ancestors, to the spirits, to her grams, to anyone who would listen.

Outside, the wind howled, a storm brewing on the horizon. And in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, the witch waited, her fury growing, her power crackling through the air like electricity.

She would not be denied.

Not tonight.

Not ever.

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Can I say I'm on fire! I'm on fire baby!! Hope you enjoyed, already writing the next 5 chapters! Poor Stefan not able to fight the witch, I just know he would have gone all protective brother on her.
And Kol trying not to show that he cares but they all care I mean they're gonna go fight for there man. I love it!

P.S my boyfriend is called Stefan and it's so weird writing his name all the time

Anyways this is quite a long note. Have a lovely day my darlings