A/N: One thing I have learned from watching The Vampire Diaries: Bonnie Bennet is the Draco Malfoy of the fandom. She is compatible with everyone, so here is my shot at a Bonnie/Kol story, even though I'm fairly certain they never even exchanged lines on the show. What can I say? My mind works in weird ways.
Bonnie drove as fast as her car would take her. She trudged through the rain, through the mass of people, straight to the bar, collapsing on a bar stool beside a tall man. She couldn't make out much of his features. Her eyes were still blurry from the tears.
"You look like you've had a rough night," the man beside her commented. He looked as if he were numb to the world; as if nothing was shocking anymore, nothing was exciting, "What's your excuse?" he asked, still staring at her from over his broad shoulder.
Bonnie thought carefully, considering her words cautiously, before speaking, "My mother, she's um, she's very sick. We don't know if she'll make it." It was true for the most part, she thought to herself. Her mother had had her neck snapped. And she was in transition and most new vampires in Mystic Falls barely made it over a month without being daggered, "What's your excuse?" she asked back, as the man took a deep breath and considered his words. She contemplated taking a look at his mind herself, with a bit of magick, but then quickly shot down that idea. That was just wrong at many, many levels.
"My family crumbled. Mum and Dad died and us children sort of went our separate ways. And my way just happened to lead me to The Mystic Grill." He chuckled without humor, accepting another round from the bartender.
Suddenly a chill went up Bonnie's spine and she realized how freezing she had become. She was literally shaking on her barstool. She had been drenched due to the hike from the parking lot. Rain water dripped down her face and ruined her clothing, "Oh, my apologies," he quickly stood, removing his jacket and placing it around her shoulders, "Better?"
She nodded dramatically and managed to crack her best attempt at a smile, "Better."After making small talk and pounding back drinks for a good hour and a half, Bonnie finally managed to put her glass down and face the tall, oddly polite, and very not-drunk man who still sat beside her, "How the hell are you not drunk? You've had triple what I've had." Bonnie cackled, over the blare of the suddenly raging music that was being pumped through speakers.
The man couldn't help but chuckle as she collapsed from the barstool and into his chest, where he caught her nonchalantly and righted her again, "Well, I've got a rather high tolerance. You on the other hand, seem to be a bit too drunk." Before he even gave himself time to think, he asked, "Where do you live? I'll drive you home."
"Dad taught me never to get into cars with strangers." She laughed at a joke that was clearly only funny to her, "Of course, if you weren't a stranger…" it wasn't until that very second that he realized how close her lips were to his.
"On a normal day, I would definitely take you up on that," he chuckled, sliding back a few inches to keep space between them, "but seeing how as this is by no means a normal day, I could settle for your name."
"Bonnie Bennett."
"Kol Michaelson."
They stood there in silence for a mere second, letting this new information sink in, before Kol started nudging her toward the door once more, "Let's get you home." Once they were on the front step of the Mystic Grill, "Give me your keys." He commanded, outstretching his hand, secretly praying that observing all of what Rebekah had taught him about driving would pay
"Why should I give you my keys? I am perfectly capable of driving myself hdome."
"I beg to differ," Kol chuckled, watching her wobble aimlessly down the steps and very nearly directly into oncoming traffic, had it not been for him yanking her out of the way at the last moment, "Bonnie, give me your keys. Let me drive you home." He commanded, staring her straight in the eye. Bonnie's eyes did not dilate. She couldn't even tell that he was trying to compel her. Chances are, she was so completely wasted she couldn't even tell she was talking to a vampire in her current state.
"Fine." She barked, yanking the keys out of her purse and tossing them to Kol.
He opened the door for her and made sure she was buckled in tightly before taking his place his front of the driver's seat and adjusting the seat belt. They took the short ride in silence. When they finally arrived back at Bonnie's humble abode, Kol carried her threw the front door. After a short pause in the doorway, Bonnie complained, "What are you waiting for? Go on in." He was careful to keep her out of the sight of any parents who may have been lurking, "This is me." She whispered, pointing to the room that was practically a giant explosion of purple and black.
Kol quickly took care of Bonnie, placing her on her own bed and helping her out of her shoes, before retreating to the window, "Wait," she called, managing to grab hold of the cusp of his sleeve to stop him, "I know I don't know you, but- would you mind staying? Just until I fall asleep. It's been a rough week and I don't like being alone."
Considering for a long moment, he nodded and took a seat on the purple futon that was placed at the edge of the bed, "Believe me, I think you know me far better than you think you do."
"Really, how do you mean?" Bonnie asked, as she began to doze off.
"Well, for one thing you could say that my family and yours have had a lasting feud for years, Bonnie Bennett. And that feud is the reason I am leaving this town. There is nothing here for me anymore."
"So, if there isn't anything for you in Mystic Falls anymore, where do you plan on going? Living with a relative; you don't look that old. Are you going to go live with your grandparents?"
"No, I have ways of my own. I suppose I'll travel the world a bit. Get a feel for what I've been missing out on."
"I know exactly what you mean," Bonnie murmured, trying to bury herself as far under her covers as possible, "You want to get as far away from this town as possible. Get the hell out of dodge before the small-town mentality does its number on you."
"I suppose you could say that." Kol knew he had already said to much, and after that, he settled for watching her slowly drift off into sleep and after he was sure that she was out completely, he cracked the window and made his escape.
Bonnie awoke the next morning to a blinding headache and Elena at her bedside, "You were sleeping like the dead," Elena quipped, "How long do you think it'll take you to be ready?"
"Ready, ready for what?" Bonnie asked in confusion, trying to sit up, but being knocked back down by the force of the pounding in her skull.
"We promised Caroline we'd go see that movie. The Vow, or something like that. Yeah, it looks totally hokey, but I think she's officially reserved the right to choose this week, seeing as the most powerful vampire in the history of time just confessed to 'fancying' her."
"Alright," she groaned, rolling out of bed, and wobbling over to her closet, "What time are we meeting her?"
"Twenty minutes ago." Elena laughed, "So, I suggest we hurry." Bonnie flew around the room, collecting any and all things that she may have needed to survive the day, including a load of Aspirin, "By the way, this was laying on your step when I came in." Elena handed a small, velvet box over to Bonnie.
She cranked open the small box and found a bracelet, nearly identical to the one that Caroline had taken to wearing; only instead of diamonds, it displayed hundreds of tiny sapphires. Below the beautiful trinket, there was a note:
Bonnie,
We all have a choice. If you mean what you say, about small-town mentality, meet me on Wickery Bridge when the moon is full, and we'll get the hell out of dodge.
-Kol
"Did it say who it's from?" Elena asked, admiring the large piece of jewelry, "It's pretty." She added, as Bonnie fastened the piece around her wrist.
Suddenly, realization hit her like a ton of bricks, "Elena, how many Originals are there in Mystic Falls?"
"Well, there's Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah, and then there were two others, but I can't-"
"Kol Michaelson!" Bonnie shrieked, dropping the note to the floor, "Oh my God."
"What is it, Bonnie?" Elena asked, collecting the small letter off of the floor, and giving it a once over, "What are you going to do?" Elena asked worriedly, "Where did you even meet him to begin with?"
"I met him at the Grill, last night, when I went out for a drink." And so commenced the helpless rambling, "I can't believe I couldn't put two and two together. Of course he's getting out of dodge. The only people who hold the key to killing Original Vampires live in this town. And how the hell-"another thought hit her hit her and her eyes grew dark, "Elena, I invited him in."
"I invited him into my house. I got really drunk at the Grill and he drove me home, and I invited him in."
Elena's eyes grew huge, "Oh, my God; you didn't sleep with him, did you?"
"No!" Bonnie almost laughed at the thought. Drunkenly sleeping with an Original Vampire. It seemed like something she would've done a few years back, when she was young, and naïve, and ignorant to all of the goings on of the supernatural world around her, "He just carried me in, and talked with me while I fell asleep."
"And you never had the slightest clue that this was the guy that spear-headed an attempt to kill Matt? For God's sake Bonnie; Damon snapped his neck AND daggered him, and you really couldn't put two and two together on this one?" Bonnie's eyes conveyed nothing but hurt at Elena's explosion, "I'm sorry. It's been a long week. I'm just a little worked up."
"Yeah, I know how you feel. It must be hard to sit there and watch as me and Damon, Jeremy, Caroline, Ric- hell, even Elijah, work furiously to save your life, day after day. It was my mother who was just turned into a vampire because of a stupid mistake you made, Elena. It just seems like anyone who comes within a ten mile radius of you ends up dead or hurting, and somehow, you always end up coming out squeaky clean." Bonnie threw her hands up in exasperation, "Tell Caroline that you all can go on without me. I'll talk to her later." Bonnie made her way to the door, grabbing her purse on the way out.
"Where are you going?" Elena asked, following Bonnie down the stairs.
"Getting the hell out of dodge." Bonnie murmured, slamming the door and taking off at a dead sprint down the street.
A/N: Well, what do you think? If I get enough positive feedback, I will consider writing another part. This was really, very difficult to write without sounding too terribly cliché, because the show didn't really delve into the Kol character that well, but I figured, there's got to be some kind of niceness in him, so that is the side that I tried to portray. I'm not really sure how this is going to end yet, or if I should just leave it as is. Leave a review and let me know! xMags
