"You're being an ass, Damon. No, not only an ass. You're being stupid." Bonnie nervously flipped through her grimoire with an air of restlessness. She knew this wasn't a very good idea and yet here she was desperately searching for a spell to help. "You don't need to help if you don't want to, witch. You took it upon yourself to follow me.", replied Damon. With her hand falling carefully against the aged pages, Bonnie's gaze shifted from the book on her lap to the man in front of her.
"Really? So the words 'Help me, I help you.' never came from you?" Bonnie tilted her head and a lock of hair drifted across her cheek before she pushed it away and rolled her eyes at the man across from her. Damon Salvatore was a difficult man and she very surprised at the pleading tone he'd taken on when he showed up at her door. That voice was completely gone because now he was standing across from her with that same frown that seemed to be a Salvatore trademark.
He suddenly turned to her and moved across the room impatiently before responding. "That's not the point. Point is, you had a choice. You chose to come. So stop critizing and start helping." Bonnie scoffed before continuing to flip through the book. "You're a walking contradiction and sooner or later, you're going to confuse yourself."
Neither of them were prepared for the shadow of a certain Original to cross the doorway of the dwelling. Certainly didn't expect for him to enter it. While Bonnie didn't notice the movement, Damon certainly did. He immediately signaled for her to remain quiet and once she realized what he was doing, Bonnie closed the ancient book and remained still. "I know you're in here. And you brought a friend along. This isn't where we were supposed to meet, Damon." Staring at the aforementioned vampire, Bonnie furrowed her brow in confusion. She didn't recognize the voice. It certainly wasn't the lilting accent of Klaus or the clipped precision of Elijah.
"Well, I made a little pit stop.. How exactly did you find me?" Typical Damon. Teasing, reckless, and cocky. He was going to get her killed. The footsteps Damon had obviously heard before her became clear to her ears and she carefully stood from the floor. If she was going to be targeted, she wouldn't go down without a fight.
"Well, she's delightful…" Once he rounded the corner, Bonnie stared at him. He was young with a touch of wildness. He had that look and it wasn't quite frightening. Not yet. She was aching to ask who he was but she saw Damon's hand twitching as if he just wanted to fight and she knew that she'd need to be silent. When Damon moved over almost as if to block her from the new arrival, Bonnie knew she'd made the right choice. "You didn't answer my question, Kol. How'd you find us?"
So his name was Kol and he was obviously a vampire. Damon neglected to mention that small little item. "Well, Klaus told me that I was here for a certain amount of time. I thought I'd drop by and see my former residence." Kol had never taken his eyes Bonnie and she'd be lying if she said it didn't send a chill down her spine. "You're being rude Damon. Your friend. Does she have a name?"
Bonnie could see Damon frowning yet again from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be trying to tell her not to say anything and she didn't have a problem with that. The fewer vampires who knew who she was and exactly what she could do, the safer she'd be. Bonnie clung to her safety. The security it provided. "She was just leaving. Bonnie? Go." Torn between leaving Damon behind and wanting to find that security of being safe, Bonnie edged over to the door and hesitated slightly.
Damon nodded his head towards the door and Bonnie didn't need a much clearer signal of him being gave her a mocking smile and raised his hand in a wave before muttering her name in something that resembled a caress. Almost as if he was preparing to get used to saying it. "Bonnie. Hm. I'll see you soon."