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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝
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A sudden gasp jostled Nathalie awake. She turned in her bed to see Bonnie lying next to her, staring at the ceiling.
"What happened?"
"That...dream," her little sister stuttered, "I've been having it for days. It looks so real."
The witches sat up, crossing their legs. "What's the dream about?"
"I––I'm walking through a cemetery. All the gravestones are of people from our bloodline. Sheila Bennett, Amelia Bennett, Ernestine Bennett. And there is the coffin we can't open––right above the ground, I touch it and Klaus appears behind me."
Nathalie sucked in a breath. After yesterday––she didn't know what to think about yesterday. He had made threats, used the sire bond to make Tyler bite Caroline. And then he carried her home, kissed her temple and wished her a good night.
"Tells me he has figured out how to open it. And then, he bites me. I wake up––" Bonnie choked on the words. "I wake up in the coffin. I try to call you but there is no signal. So I––I bang and scream, and suddenly I hear footsteps and a woman opens the coffin. That's it. I think the witches may be trying to send us a message." The girl shook her head. "It's so weird and real at the same time."
Nathalie leaned on the headboard and sighed. She always had nightmares––whether it would be a memory of what she'd been through, or something absolutely impossible. But, Bonnie's dream. Coffins. Klaus. And the way she said woman.
"Who is the woman, Bon?" She asked carefully. Not pushing her, because she herself had never liked being pushed to share something.
"I couldn't place her face at first. Then I realized..." The younger Bennet inhales deeply, finally meeting her sister's eyes. "It's our mom."
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The sisters and Elena sat in the latter's kitchen. The table was littered with piles of papers, driving licences. After Nathalie made Klaus heal Caroline, Sheriff Forbes was more than happy to help them in their search.
"Los Alamitos?" Elena suggested, handing them a record for a woman by the name Abby Bennett Wilson. "Umm, too old." Bonnie mumbled, briefly glancing towards the paper. Nathalie was concentrated on the pile in front of her, sipping from the large mug of brewed coffee from time to time.
"Honolulu?" The doppelgänger gave another paper as the Bennetts both looked at it. "Ugh, I wish," the younger witch grumbled right before her sister sighed deeply, "How many of these are there?"
