Title: Persephone

Pairing: Kennett

Word count: 1913

AN: Well I finally decided to post all my one-shots on here, at least this is a one shot until I continue with it. Something about the idea of Bonnie being the Queen of Hell is somewhat badass (totally badass). Kind of Greek Mythology AU, with The Original Family being The Big Three. Klaus/Zeus, Elijah/Poseidon, Kol/Hades etc. I bet their family meals are just a treat... but yeah, Kennett. My babies.

Disclaimer.


She was a child of spring, that was what she had been told. Her Grams forever placing her in front of the fires as the skies darkened, whispering stories about the fairy children which roamed the forest and sweet child Bonnie falling asleep to her Grams running her fingers through her hair. She had never forgotten her Grams stories, even as she grew and grew into one of the very fairy children her Grams had whispered about.

A Witch, not a fairy- she had to remind herself.

She was very much a child of spring, to bring life to the land and watch it bloom when her fingertips grazed the swelling buds of new flowers in the dew ridden grass. The delicate chime of the morning breeze was catchier than the songs her Grams played around the house. Nature coming together in pieces to make up her life, to fill what Bonnie had never known was missing until her Grams told her about her heritage. About what it meant to be a witch.

Her Grams had never warned her about the shadows though, and Sheila Bennett regretted not warning her granddaughter about staying out of the shade to this very day.

Witches were used, abused and tossed aside as quickly as pens were these days- lost and replaced within seconds and for that reason, Sheila Bennett had hid away with her granddaughter. Away from the supposed deities that forced her to answer their every beck and call. The Originals they called themselves, supposed higher beings of death, of fertility, of justice, of strength; Sheila had met them all… and they were simply monster placed upon a throne. Monsters she should have kept a closer eye on when it came to her most prized possession, the apple of her eye and her last remaining blood kin.

She had waved Bonnie off that day as she had danced away with two girls from the Fall's, Elena and Caroline being petty but kind and very much normal in ways Sheila could only wish for her granddaughter; the three of them laughing and playing as they made it to the meadows they had claimed for themselves. Bonnie laying back upon the long grass, basking in the sunlight as her friends joined her and the three of them naive to the pair of eyes watching them. More specifically, her.

And when the clouds had drawn together in an angry grey curtain, pellets of ice cold water raining down upon them- the girls had thought nothing of taking shelter within the darkened caves where the darkness had swallowed Bonnie whole.

Bonnie woke up, not remembering having fallen asleep but recalling the dream of arms holding her, laid within a bed of red and black silk. The room the antithesis of her own with her Grams, panic shooting through her like a bolt of lightning.

Where was she? What had happened? Where was Caroline and Elena? The questions and worries grew the more she thought to herself, spreading like wildfire until she forced herself onto the verge of having a panic attack.

Peeling the covers back, she grimaced at her damp dress that clung to her body. She hadn't been caught in the rain long, but apparently it had been long enough. She swayed slightly as she got to her feet, the floor ice cold against her flesh but there was nothing she could do about that.

"Hello?" She called out tentatively, craning her neck as if it would assist her to see through the dark. Her fingertips skimming across the bedsheets as she took small steps forward- the pads of her fingers brushing against strange material and when her eyes dragged downwards, she could easily make out the folds of a dress laid out upon the silken covers she had woken up in.

"Stranger and stranger." She muttered to herself, hesitating as she lifted the dark dress and held it against her frame. No one wore anything quite like it within Mystic Falls, still though- anything was better than remaining in her damp dress. So with little thoughts of the consequences, she peeled away her dress and slipped on the dark clothing. Not particularly fond of the way it clung to her hips and waist unlike the flowing fabric her Grams had made for her.

As she walked through the room, she brushed her hand against the door, quietly opening it and peering around; there was something wrong. That much she could feel… that much was obvious! Waking up in a strange place with a dress laid out for her, having no clue what was going on and without her friends by her side. She folded her arms over her chest protectively as she wandered out into the narrow corridor, her feet tapping against the wooden floorboards lightly.

Her aim to be to find someone tat could tell her what the hell was going on- and where she could leave swiftly.

He watched her from a distance, eyes trailing from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet and relishing in everything between them. The curves as she moved and the softness which she showed that he enjoyed in a woman; enough to probably make his sister simmer in jealousy.

"Lost, pretty Witch?" He called out tauntingly, a crooked smile lifting his lips as she whipped her head around to stare right at him yet looking right through him; her eyes unused to the darkness he lived in. It gave him a perfect view of the face which he'd been observing for a few months now though. Emerald green eyes like the forests she drew from, her skin like caramel but his eyes were forever glued to her lips. He shifted forward from the alcove he had stowed away in, enough for her to see his silhouette but nothing else.

"Who are you?" Bonnie asked quietly as she took a step backwards, her arms folded over her chest and her eyes focused on him alone. The man didn't say anything for a moment, remaining hidden in the shadows for another second longer as he chuckled under his breath- the sound echoing in the long corridor. She could barely breath though, there was nothing for her to grasp she realized; no energy that nature could provide her and it left her with a hollow feeling. Her fingertips still sparked with a different kind of magic though. The kind which her Grams taught her no one witch should be able wield by herself.

"Just the neighbourly Grim Reaper, darling," He said, his voice low and husky- matching the impish appearance he revealed as he stepped out into the dim candlelight which flooded the thin corridor. His hair a war between chaos and styled, his eyes almost black as he watched her with a hunger she had never seen. Like a man dying from thirst and she was the only water for miles around, a kind of hunger that no man had directed at her ever. She took another step backwards in an attempt to put some more space between him and her, in an effort to keep her heartbeat steady and allow her to breathe. She could barely breathe down here, away from the sunlight, away from fresh air, away from nature.

He was torn between taking a step forward to close the distance she was desperately trying to put between them or to simply standing there to observe her. He had been right in his previous thoughts though. She looked so rightdressed in black, the dress he had laid out for her fitted to her body like a second skin and her bare feet padding against the cold hardwood floors was almost music to his ears. She watched him cautiously, like a deer in headlights, as if he was going to back her into a corner. Which was a very alluring idea, but not for that moment in time…

Maybe later.

"They call me Kol." He stated, puncturing the tense silence and watching her hackles visibly rise at the mere mention of his name- it seemed like it was still as memorable as it had been during the past in the mortal world. Bonnie remembered him from her Grams stories, his presence usually described as the mere stench of death. Her eyes narrowed into slits, watching him, observing him like no other person had and if they had then they were probably no longer walking amongst the living. Kol did not stand for disrespect but the sight of his disobedient witch was enough to set a fire in his throat. The hunger returning as he feet itched to take a step forward.

"And what do you want with me, Kol?" Bonnie asked him bluntly, her voice carrying like his laughter had and he found that he could not deny himself any longer. He stood in front of her before she could blink, towering over her in height and stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. She could not move, just stood there paralysed like a fly caught in a spiders web with her mouth flapping but nothing escaping.

His long pale fingers were stark against her caramel skin, such contrast that it made Kol smirk at the irony. She was the only piece of light within this dank place of Hell, the only source of life for miles around for he was just an omen of death. They were two polar opposites and yet, he couldn't help but be enthralled by her and her fire, her attitude, her everything. From her wispy breathing to her stuttering human heartbeat that almost convinced him she was just another human. He knew better than to believe that though as magic thrummed through her like a waterfall. The intoxicating scent which all Witches had, of nature itself in its purest form and then the very essence of Bonnie which was somewhere between cyanide and vanilla. His sweetest poison.

He had always held Witches in the highest regard, but something about this one left him aching in ways that he thought had died alongside his humanity.

"Everything." Was his soft whisper and it only reminded him of what his older brothers had stated on more than one occasion, whatever they wanted- they got. Her jaw dropped at his cheek, at his gall but already he was backing away from her with a smug grin twisting his lips. No other words exchanged as he swivelled on the balls of his feet and melded back into the shadows; disappearing from sight completely and leaving her to her own devices. More than a bit smug to have reduced her to being speechless.

She stood there for a moment before her brow suddenly pulled together and the candle light grew brighter as the anger swelled in the pit of her stomach. She stood there for a second longer with her fists clenched, sucking her teeth loudly as she tried to keep herself in check- running back down the narrow corridor with every intention of stowing away in the room she had awoken in.

When she slammed the door behind her, her shoulders sagging before she spotted a tray laid beside on top of her beside table with a plate of pomegranates piled high in a neat pyramid. She was very much a pomegranate at that moment in time.

Grown in nature, plucked from its roots and waiting to be eaten by the devil himself.