This story will be rated M, so please take note of that. Also don't forget to read the note at the end. It explains some things. Happy reading!

I don't own anything.

The rain poured steadily and the wind howled all throughout Mystic Falls, causing a field of destruction in its path. On any normal night, Bonnie would have found herself curled up with a blanket and hot cocoa, spending the dreary night in solitude. Tonight, however, was different.

Elena and Caroline were god knows where, no doubt up to no good with the current love interests in their lives. Ever since the Mikaelson's return to the town, Klaus had wormed his way into Caroline's life. Bonnie had nobody to keep her company, and it wasn't like she could bother Matt. The poor boy worked his ass off day and night to keep what was left of his family going. He didn't need her complaining.

And that was how Bonnie Bennett found herself sitting alone, perched uncomfortably atop a bar stool at the only night club in the whole of Mystic Falls. She sipped her tequila mix slowly. With virtually nothing to do in such a small town, the club was the only place to be for any entertainment, or if one could even call it that.

The air reeked of bodies and stale beer. The counter was sticky and Bonnie continually bumped shoulders with complete strangers. She knew she should have stayed home, even if wallowing in her sorrows alone was embarrassing.

"A shot of whiskey please." She called over the hum of the club. The night was calling for something stronger.

The bartender turned to leave when another voice called after him, "Make that two mate."

Bonnie turned, the old stool squeaking with her movements.

Her eyes grew a little then. A tall man seated himself onto the empty stool besides her, a smug grin tugging at his mouth. He pushed a hand through his sandy brown hair and her shocked look was met with his startling bright brown eyes.

Bonnie was never one to fantasize over boys. She never joined in on Elena and Caroline's rants about the opposite sex, and after her latest ordeal with Jeremy, she had sworn off boys entirely. But if she was entirely honest, the guy sitting across from her was fucking hot.

"I hope you don't mind me intruding love, it didn't appear you were otherwise engaged." His hand swept through the air gracefully, the smirk still lingering.

"Uhm no, I'm kinda just sitting here." Bonnie answered lamely. She inwardly cringed at how awkward she sounded.

He laughed. "I thought so."

Bonnie felt herself looking away, struggling to find the right words. Her embarrassing plight was thankfully interrupted by the bartender. Their drinks were placed in front of them and the hot guy (Bonnie had decided to call him that) reached over to hand her a drink.

He lifted his own drink to hers, "Cheers."

She downed hers along with him, the burning sensation travelling down her throat. It was all she could do to not cough from the liquor. Her tolerance definitely needed a boost as she could slowly feel the alcohol settling in.

Hot guy turned to face her fully now. "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Bonnie." She decided to leave out the last name, too many vampires knew who she was.

He smiled at her and stuck his hand out, "I'm Kol, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She slowly placed her hand in his much bigger one, the contact sending shivers down her spine.

Why did he look so familiar? Oh well, she blamed it on the alcohol. And really, who cares if she may or may not know him. Her friends' lives revolved around the worst kinds of boys.

Tonight was her night to let loose. Screw everyone who never gave a single damn about her.

"What's with your accent?" She giggled. Hot guy had a very noticeable english accent.

"Ah, I've been around places." He answered nonchalantly.

Bonnie squinted at him, the comment was a clear lie. Kol flagged down the bartender with a single nod. Two more shots were placed in front of them.

"You know, someone as pretty as you shouldn't be sitting alone." Kol murmured, his fingers tapping against the glass.

Bonnie's cheeks burned and she intently studied the dirty counter.

She snorted, "You don't mean that."

"Oh but I do."

He was looking at her now, really looking at her. Those brown eyes scanned her body with one quick glance.

"I'm not quite used to social settings like these..but you caught my attention. You're different, I can."

Now things were getting a little creepy. Bonnie downed her shot.

"No offense, but you don't know a thing about me." She said in between coughs. Damn, that was strong liquor.

Kol looked away, a sly grin plastered on his lips. "You'd be surprised…"

Bonnie stared at him, trying to place where she's seen his face. But by then the alcohol had kicked in, and a comfortable buzz set in. She turned around and stared at the dance floor below them.

So many bodies danced together, the lights shone brightly above them and the music blared. Thank god for the alcohol, she could no longer feel the sticky heat of so many people in one room. Suddenly, a feeling of confidence spread over her. She knew what she wanted.

"Dance with me." Bonnie blurted before she could change her mind and chicken out. His grin turned into a smile and he chuckled lightly, stepping off the stained stool.

"I thought you'd never ask." His hand held out to her.

She paused for half a second, the logical side of her screaming that this was wrong, the whole scene went against herself. But Bonnie didn't care. Those thoughts were pushed far away and she let Kol lead her into the throng of people. He moved in front with a protective arm over her body until they eventually forced themselves to the center of the floor.

Bonnie stood in front of him, grinning from head to toe. The alcohol flowed through her veins and it was safe to say she was indeed drunk. But god it felt so good. Bonnie threw her head back and lifted her arms. The light threw a halo over her body as she moved her hips and Kol couldn't help but stare in awe at the woman in front of her. She looked beautiful and free.

Her hands roamed over her body with force, trailing down her hip with a seductive flourish. It felt so good to dance. Bonnie couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. She was vaguely aware of Kol coming behind her, his breath hot against her ear.

"Keep dancing for me little witch." He whispered.

Bonnie laughed, she didn't care what he had to say. And she certainly didn't care when his hands wrapped around her body, pulling her flush with him. His own body hummed with a strong energy, his touch sending sparks through her. Her hips moved on their own accord to the beat as she slowly grinded against him.

His hold tightened and soon he was exploring her body, his hands trailing over her moist panties and then up to her breasts.

He was hard against her, but she didn't care. Why should she? If anything she furthered her grinding, taking time to move up and down as she went.

Kol's lips found her neck. He traced lines downward and nibbled her ear. Bonnie threw her head back, giving him more access. She didn't want him to stop. He didn't. Soon he was sucking aggressively, no doubt leaving marks against her soft skin. With a groan Bonnie whirled around so that she faced him.

She had to stand on her tiptoes to even be the same height but she didn't care. There weren't a lot of things she cared about. And so she leaned forward and crashed her lips against his. To hell with the foreplay. To hell with all of it. She could do whatever she wanted.

He immediately shifted, one arm coming up to softly grab her neck and the other firmly resting on the small of her back. The kiss was nothing like with Jeremy, he had been timid and annoyingly patient.

Kol was different. She could taste the hunger and desire rolling off him.

She pulled back to breathe and Kol quickly closed the space once again, his tongue parting his way into her mouth. No, this was nothing she had ever experienced.

Bonnie clung to him, willing him with everything she had for him to take her. His hand reached down to tease her, with slow strokes over her damp jeans. She moaned into his mouth which only made him continue.

It was then that Bonnie pulled away, her hands coming to rest on his waist. They were both breathing hard, their eyes speaking volumes. Kol took a step forward but she shook her head at him. His smirk appeared once more, it was almost as if he understood. He took her hand in his and led her away from the mass of humanity.

Kol placed a fifty on the bar counter then softly pushed her out the door. The rain was pounding in front of them, with no signs of letting up. The sky had never looked so dreary.

She shivered despite herself. Squinting, Bonnie tried to focus on the floor in front of her but couldn't. Everything was moving. She laughed, her hands coming up to push away her disheveled hair. Of course she was drunk.

"Everything alright love?" Kol asked. Bonnie simply nodded. She threw in a smile for good measure, trying to persuade him she wasn't as drunk as she seemed.

He shook his head and shrugged out of his leather coat. "Here, and don't bother arguing with me. I won't take no for an answer."

Bonnie bit back the retort and let him drape it over her small shoulders.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

The two stood there, in front of the flashing bar lights and simply looking out. Bonnie watched the rain intently. She wondered if she had ever played in the rain as a kid. She could barely even remember her childhood, as if there was anything good to recollect. Her dad barely lived in the same house as her.

"Fuck it." She said and handed Kol his jacket. It looked too expensive for it to get damaged. And with that Bonnie ran out into the street, the cold water lashing down on her. Within moments her entire body was soaked.

"What are you doing?!" Kol cried out incredulously. "You're gonna get run over!"

Bonnie laughed crazily, "I really don't care. Let them come." She spun around in the rain, her heels splashing in the overflowing puddles.

Kol watched from the safety of the overhead balcony, staring in disbelief at the girl in front of him. What on earth was she doing?

Just then, Bonnie's drenched figure lit up from an oncoming car. But instead of moving, she stood there looking expectantly at the car, her tiny fists clenched.

The car wasn't stopping. She wasn't moving.

"Oh shit-" Kol flashed out into the street, scooping the young witch into his arms and barely missing the car altogether.

"What are you doing?" He knelt on the pavement and pushed the hair from her face. "You could have gotten hit…"

"It wouldn't have." She answered stonely, her face white from the cold.

"Come on, let's get you home." Kol said.

Bonnie directed him to her car and he gingerly placed her into the passenger's seat. He would come back later for his own car. After turning the heater on high, Kol shot a glance at the trembling girl besides him.

"9201 Montemar Ave." Bonnie whispered. She looked ahead with a face devoid of any emotion.

And so he drove.

XXXXX

Kol couldn't remember the last time he actually gave a damn about someone. His feelings became shrouded with anger and a need to fill the void soon after his turning. He never was the same after that, none of his siblings were.

And yet here he was, driving the Bennett witch home. He hadn't intended to pursue her. But something in her caught his attention. Her spark.

After tonight, Kol thanked the spirits for making him approach her.

He carried her up to her room, which he guessed was hers because of the faded pink wallpaper and the stuffed animals. The cold clothes were gently peeled off her shivering body, and he did his best to give her privacy. He left her undergarments on but rummaged through her dresser for a shirt and pants.

Kol tucked her safely in bed, but he paused at the door to get one last look at her. She wouldn't remember the night, let alone his face. Something in him hoped she would. Oh damn him. He should be ripping her throat open and savoring every last drop of her flesh.

What was wrong with him?

He grimaced and shut the door behind him. Tonight was just so very unlike Kol Mikaelson. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Oh hell.

In case some were wondering, Bonnie is in no way suicidal. I think she's one of the strongest characters on the show in my opinion. She simply needed a night to let go, but don't worry. Our sassy witch isn't gone.