A/N: This story was heavily inspired by adlyb's Klena fic. My chapters might always end up being shorter than I intend. I also apologize how choppy and general/lack of detail it is. I'll try to fix that with the later chapters! I hope you enjoy! :) I'll also explain later why Bonnie can't leave Kol yet.

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice. Of course, Mystic Falls ended in neither way. Instead, the poor town located in Virginia had the ground beneath it rip open and swallow it whole. A freak occurrence by mother nature, the media called it. News channels everywhere flooded the scene. Rescue teams, search teams, red cross did everything they can. By the end of a two week process, all hope was lost and the hype died down.

Mystic Falls, Virigina had no survivors.

Or at least, none that the search parties could be able to track granted that she had escaped days before they had come barging into their nonexistent town.

Unfortunately for her, her escape was not solely through her own strength and determination. Maybe it would have been better if she let herself fall into the gaping dark hole that lead to the center of the earth. Maybe, she should have seen that as a blessing in a very ugly and horrific disguise. Because the more she walked along the empty road next to him, the more she regretted it.

"You're not a talkative witch, are you?" he asked with a bemused tone. Sounding even more arrogant with that accent of his. How did Vikings have accents like that anyways? Aren't Vikings from Denmark or some other country in Europe? Wouldn't it be more appropriate if he wore clogs? Of course, Kol Mikaelson was never an appropriate man nor was he a man at all.

Bonnie did not respond. Responding would only encourage communication; communication would only encourage relationship and a relationship with him was the very last thing she wanted. She would die a mute if that meant avoiding Kol, the last standing Original.

The image was still vivid in her mind, as fresh as the moment when it happened. She was crushed beneath the rubble, her hand the only thing exposed to the outside. All she could grasp around her was rocks, stray grass roots, but nothing substantial to help her pull herself out. Bonnie believed that she was going to die, that this was her time. One by one, the powers of nature killed off the Bennett women, so she assumed, that her time had come. But it would not be like her if she gave up trying to at least escape. If she at least tried to get out, Bonnie could at least tell her grandma and her mom that she tried to live when she reached the pearly gates of heaven.

The dust had clogged up any clean air Bonnie had hoped she was getting. Her fingers curled against the rough ground, weakening and slowly giving up its struggle. She was so tired. She was tired of struggling, of fighting, of the cold damp ground. All she wanted was to sleep, oh God how sleep sounded so good right now. She didn't even need to wake up. She just wanted to let go...

Pressure jolted down her arm. Bonnie screamed as if the sun was burning her. Something was pressing down on her fingers but she couldn't tell what because as soon as the pain began, it stopped. Her eyes fluttered open and she was able to bask in the warmth of the light again. Sitting neatly along the only surviving bench in the town square, Bonnie took in the destruction before her. Instead of seeing the town's upright buildings, she saw crumbled piles of brick. Instead of the luscious grass of the town square, her eyes caught glimpses of mud and dirt with debris everywhere. Confusion slowly settled in when she tried to comprehend what was happening. How did she get out? Who saved her? Her first guest was her ancestors conjuring up enough magic to lift the rocks she was crushed under and drag her out. But the pain, there was another pain in her hand. Bonnie lifted her right hand up slowly to her line of vision. Her knuckles were scraped and lined with dried blood, but nothing was wrong. The pain still throbbed though like...someone stepped on it.

"You're awake," the male voice answered cheerily. "Almost thought I survived the apocalypse without female company."

Bonnie quickly turned to identify her savior or enemy depending on who it was. Her hazel eyes examined him with his equally soiled dark brown thermal shirt and dirt printed jeans. Other than that, there was no scratch to him. And then, she looked down at herself with her tattered floral dress with a strap torn off. She held her hand over it so that it didn't fall off.

Kol tilted his head and eyed her with those dark brown eyes of his that revealed history and yet also made him more mysterious. "Wardrobe malfunction?" His question sounded more joking than concerned. "It's the end of the world and you're worried about being modest?"

With that Kol let out a soft chuckle as he shook his head and ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair. She watched him survey the land, perhaps even listening for other heartbeats, other gasping noises to indicate another survivor. Bot nothing. It was dead as the corpses that laid deep deep beneath the ground. Another smirk played on his lips as he glanced down at Bonnie again. "Looks like we're the only two people alive here, love."

His words didn't comfort her; it only made the realization settle in. Her best friend, her family, they were all gone. But she couldn't cry. No, she couldn't let this man see her when she was weak. It would reassure him that he was powerful, that he could do what ever the fuck he wanted and she wouldn't protest. So, Bonnie lifted her head higher and made her lips form a tight line. If she wanted to survive, she would have to go through this herself.

And that's how she ended up here, walking barefoot on a rocky highway with a dress that would barely hold up. And...Kol, gliding behind her with hands tucked into his pockets and his head tilted back to look up at the sky. He picked up his pace with ease and nudged her shoulder. Startled, Bonnie stumbled to the side and glared at him. "Hey!"

"By the gods, she speaks!" Kol faked a dramatic gasp and his eyes grew wide with amazement. Bonnie's lips twisted into a frown as she narrowed her eyes again before she started walking again. "It'd be more comfortable if you wore shoes. And if you wanted to, you can just drop your hand. I mean, you survived the earth ripping apart and being modest is your priority?"

Bonnie turned her head to face him as she stomped down now. "I'd be much more comfortable if you keep that mouth of yours shut. The last thing I want to hear is your voice now." she snapped.

Kol lifted both hands up, surrendering. "Ok, ok. Nasty temper you got there. Just trying to make friendly conversation on our perilous trip back to civilization."

She responded with a scoff and a small roll in her eyes. Her vision strained to see any sign, anything that would indicate how far the next city was but nothing. Nothing wanted to tell her how long she was stuck with the vampire bastard.

It felt like hours of walking down the same path. The light of the sun was slowly fading away. How long has it been? How many days? Her legs wobbled and she was about to collapse onto the ground when he swept her, literally, off her feet. His arms wrapped from behind her legs and just underneath the pits of her arm. Bonnie groaned in response, ready to fight him off.

"Let me do one good deed, will you?" Kol asked with a chuckle.

She grumbled again. Not because he was carrying her and she was skeptical about this sudden act of kindness but Bonnie wavered. Now he knew her limitations. Now, he could probably use them all against her. But the power of sleep and fatigue washed over her and made Bonnie fall into the slumber she yearned just a day or so ago.

Her chest rose with every breath she took. Bonnie could feel a whimper building in the back of her throat but her mind suppressed it. No, not now. And then, his face was in front of her, with golden rims in his pupils and the veins raised around his eyes. Kol leaned in and let his lips brush against her cheek and let it rest on her earlobe. "I know what you want. I know what you crave. You can't fool me, Bonnie Bennett."

In a flash, her hands were pinned above her head as she was pressed onto the ground. He straddled her and his smirk was burning in her mind. His fangs grew out the next time his lips pulled back. And she felt it as his head dipped into her neck, she felt her flesh around her neck being ripped apart. Ans she screamed until she woke up.

Bonnie gasped for air as the end of her nightmare sent adrenaline through her body. She woke to a burning fire and across, laying casually with a hand scratching his stomach lazily, Kol smirked again. "Who knew playing with a witch's mind was so fun!" Slowly, he turned his head, his eyes pierced hers. "At least I can now place a name to such a lovely face. Pleasure to accompany you on this trip, Ms. Bonnie Bennett."

And with that statement, she realized, she was stuck with this man whether she liked it or not.