awake {Klaus Mikaelson}

twenty three // prince charming

^^^ You me at six - Give ^^^

3rd person POV
-Salvatore mansion-

"Well, this is promising" Damon mumbles from his comfortable place on the couch, watching as more and more time goes by.

"Relax. Abby will be here." Bonnie says, trying to convince not only him but her. She continues to pace across the living room, tapping her phone against her wrist.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot about her stellar track record in the dependability department." He says, not helping Bonnie's current state.

"Jamie said she was coming, OK? Just give her time." Right after the words leave her lips, the bell outside the door rings.

"Don't get your hopes up. Might be a girl scout." Damon jokes.

Bonnie rushes to the door, opening it swiftly. He eyes finding her mothers.

"Hello, Bonnie." She greets softly.

"Thanks for coming."

After all, the dependability department was severely lacking.

"Jamie's worried about you. He said it was urgent. I just didn't think you'd ever want to see me again."

Bonnie thought she didn't. But seeing her mother standing in front of her, comforted her in some way.

"Like Jamie said, it's urgent." Bonnie opens the door wide, allowing enough space for her to pass through.

"Why didn't I have to be invited in?" she asks.

"Only vampires live here. We signed over the deed to Elena, but she died and the seal broke. And it's a very long story." Damon explained, walking over to Abby with a glass in hand.

"Blood?" He offers and she refuses. "Oh, come on. Think of it as a peace offering."

Bonnie had explained the situation to Abby weeks ago. The Faith did what she did to protect Elena and Damon. However, Damon still considered it his fault.

She refuses the drink again. "Fine. More for me."

Once again the doorbell rings, causing Damon to send a smile towards the Bennet's. "I believe our last guest has arrived."

Damon opens the door, smiling down at his little witch friend, who once upon a time lived in his basement. Thankfully, Faith had looked past that long ago.

"Always have a drink is your hand, don't you?" she grinned up at the vampire she had learned to appreciate.

"Always" he answers, pulling her under his arm and into the house.

Faith avoided all eye contact with Abby, knowing full well what she did to her. She ruined her life. She had felt guilty for weeks, and she knew one look would have her rocking back and forth on the floor.

"We called you both here because I need help with a spell. Esther created a vampire that can't be killed. I want to desiccate him like you did to Mikael." Bonnie says, directing the last part to Abby.

Faith only became a witch a few weeks ago after all.

"Bonnie it's too dangerous." Abby objects instantly. "Your magic comes from the earth. It's pure. This spell asks you to tap into dark places. Places of temptation. Places you can't handle."

"You turned your back on me for 16 years. You have no idea what I can handle."

Faith felt out of place, feeling as though she had no right to hear their family drama.