As the pressure intensified, Nolan's own features partially transformed, his hands elongated, his fingernails sharpening into black claws. With a snarl, Nolan dug his claws directly into Finn's bicep, shredding through the marble-hard muscle.
Finn screamed in agony but the cry was cut short. The second wolf, having recovered from the dirt, launched itself like a living battering ram. The impact was loud as the wolf tackled Finn off of Nolan, their combined momentum digging a trench through the yard as they smashed into the side of the house. The porch groaned and disintegrated, wood splintering into a thousand lethal shards as they tore through the structural beams.
Nolan's eyes went wide. He realized too late that Finn hadn't been overwhelmed this was exactly what he had been aiming for
Finn used the momentum of the wolf's tackle to catapult himself off the debris. He blurred, a streak of grey motion heading straight for the doorway. Damon spun, his own vampire speed kicking into overdrive as he saw the incoming original. He moved just fast enough to intercept, his body shielding Bonnie as Finn's hand lashed out.
THUD.
The sound was sickeningly wet. Inside the house, Bonnie's scream of "NO!" died in her throat as she stared, trembling, at the sight in front of her. Finn's hand had punched straight through Damon's chest, his fingers protruding from the back of the Salvatore's leather jacket, slicked with dark, arterial blood.
Damon coughed as a thick spray of crimson hit the floor, but he managed a blood-toothed smirk. "You know... most people... just use a doorbell, Finn. The 'reach-in' approach is... a bit forward... even for a Mikaelson."
Finn's face contorted into one of frustration, annoyance and focused hate. As the Original tried to retract his arm to finish the job, Damon's hand snapped shut around Finn's forearm, his grip desperate and iron-clad.
"Going somewhere?" Damon rasped.
Finn didn't answer. He simply moved away from there with a burst of speed. Dragging Damon with him. They smashed through the remaining wall and back out into the night air.
The two wolves skidded to a halt on the porch, the floorboards vibrating under their massive weight as they prepared to leap back into the fray. But the air around them had changed.
"Bonnie, don't," Abby shouted with a trembling voice at what her daughter was about to do. She saw her daughter's eyes begin to glow with a blinding, white-hot intensity that seemed to bleed out from the pupils, turning the entire iris into a void of light. "That power isn't yours to control, Bonnie! It's too much! It will burn you from the inside out!"
"He's going to kill him, Mom!" Bonnie shouted back at her mother at the fact that Finn would probably tear Damon apart if they did nothing.
Outside, the scene was a tableau of impending execution. Finn had Damon hoisted three feet off the ground by his throat now. The Original's jaw was unhinged, his fangs extending in a show of annoyance, his eyes were dark with the singular focus of a predator about to end a nuisance. Nolan and the two massive wolves were sprinting across the yard, their muscles bunching for a final leap, but they were seconds too late. The distance was too great. The physics of the kill were already in motion.
"Finn! DROP HIM!"
Bonnie screamed the command through the splintered hole Finn had punched into the side of the house. There was no time for a chant or a calculated hand gesture. She didn't search for a specific spell and just simply reached into the center of her chest and tore open the floodgates.
The residue of power, the massive, volatile ocean of energy she had absorbed when the witch massacre house which was originally to be channeled to help her against Klaus, surged forward all at once and it erupted from her palms in a visible, shimmering beam of pure, incandescent light.
Finn's eyes widened. For a microsecond, the Original's ancient mind processed a single, frantic thought:
'Bloody hell.'
Then the light hit him.
The force Bonnie expelled was astronomical, a kinetic hammer that caught Finn square in the chest just as he was about to kill Damon. The impact catapulted him. Finn was launched backward with the velocity of an artillery shell. His body became a blur of grey and shadow, smashing through the structural beams of the barn like they were toothpicks, hurtling through the dense treeline, and disappearing into the blackness of the deep woods. A trail of falling timber and shattered oak followed his trajectory for hundreds of yards.
Damon hit the dirt hard, rolling once before coming to a stop. The two werewolves didn't hesitate for a minute, they didn't even look at the house as they both immediately followed the path of destruction, they blurred into the forest, their predatory instincts scenting the blood of a wounded Original.
Nolan skidded to a halt on the porch, his obsidian knuckles dimming as he moved to support Abby.
Damon pushed himself up from the floor, his chest heaving as the hole in his sternum began the agonizing process of sealing shut. He coughed, spitting out a glob of dark blood, and looked down at his torso.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," Damon rasped, his voice a broken whisper. "This was a vintage leather... Does that bastard have any idea how hard it is to get these stupid things clean without being overcharged for the dry-clean?"
He tried to say something else, but as he looked up and saw Bonnie, the joke died in his throat. "Bonnie?"
He blurred to her side in a streak of black motion.
Bonnie was still standing on the porch, her arms thrust forward, her fingers splayed as if she were still holding back a tidal wave. Her chest was heaving, each breath came in as a sharp, ragged sound
"Bonnie! Stop! Let go of it!" Abby's voice was high and panicked, echoing against the scorched wood of the porch. She reached out, her fingers clawing for her daughter's shoulders, but a violent, static aura hummed around Bonnie, a wall of raw kinetic energy that shoved Abby back toward the house.
Damon shielded his eyes with his forearm, the glare from Bonnie's palms as bright as a magnesium flare. Her face was contorted, her teeth gritted in a silent, agonizing scream; she looked like she was being electrocuted from the inside out, her very veins glowing beneath her skin.
"What the hell is happening?" Damon barked, squinting against the blinding light. "Is she going nuclear? Bonnie, back it off!"
Nolan stood his ground a few feet away, his expression turning grim as he looked at the young witch, "She expelled too much magic without letting it get channeled properly," he said over the hum of the air. "She's having a magical seizure! If she doesn't stop, she'll burn out her heart!"
"Bonnie, look at me!" Damon yelled as he stepped into the aura, his vampire skin immediately beginning to sizzle and blister as the magical friction cooked the air around him. The smell of burning leather and flesh filled his nose, but he shoved through it, grabbing Bonnie's wrists with iron-tight hands and forcing them down toward the floor. "Finn is gone! You won, Bon-Bon! Shut it down!"
With a violent, shuddering gasp that sounded like a sob, Bonnie's body went limp. She collapsed forward into Damon's arms, the light vanishing instantly. The sudden transition from the roaring energy to the dead silence of the night was deafening.
Abby rushed forward, her face pale as a ghost. She dropped to her knees beside them, her hands trembling as she reached for her daughter. She let out a strangled, broken sob. "Oh, Bonnie... look at what you've done to yourself."
Damon looked down, his skin started knitting itself back together from being burnt by her. Bonnie was unconscious, her breathing shallow and thready. But it was something else that stunned him, he looked down at her hair. Starting at the tips and moving rapidly upward like a bleaching acid, her dark, tight curls were turning a stark, snowy white. The color drained away in real-time, stopping halfway up her head and leaving her with a shocking, bicolor crown.
Nolan stood up and let out a long, heavy sigh of relief. He glanced through the shattered door, seeing Jamie huddled in the corner, shaken but physically unharmed. In the yard, the two massive wolves trotted back from the treeline. Before they reached the porch, they shifted, limbs cracking and elongating back into human form. The two men stood there, panting and naked, but largely unharmed by the Original's desperate counter-attacks.
"She's lucky she's still in one piece," Nolan said, his voice flat. "With that stunt she pulled…"
"It could have killed her," Abby whispered, clutching Bonnie's limp hand. "Nature doesn't give that kind of power for free, it looks like it already took a piece of her."
Damon looked out toward the dark, splintered woods where Finn had vanished into the shadows. "And the Original?"
"Gone," one of the naked men replied, wiping soot from his forehead. Nolan looked down at his obsidian knuckles, which were now spider-webbed with deep cracks. He pulled them off his fingers, "Huh. Figures. That blast hit him with the force of a freight train. He won't be back tonight, but he's an Original. He'll be awake soon, and with that level of damage to his pride and his body, he'll be looking for blood. Lots of it."
Damon looked back at Bonnie, his now healed fingers gently tracing the new, white tips of her hair, "Then I guess we better get moving," Damon said, "Because when he wakes up, I don't think he's going to be in a 'negotiating' mood anymore. And we're officially out of miracles."