A/N: Thanks to leni18, strawberrylover1 and rose for the reviews! I'm glad you all like Seth Cohen as much as I do:) He was more of a "guest appearance" in the first chapter.

I won't even start about my bitter thoughts about Kennett *curles up in a corner* I reject canon. Kol and Bonnie have amazing chemistry. Two mysterious souls with equal power and dynamism. They are endgame. And yes, I'm delusional. Le sigh.

Bonnie's and Kol's (Rebekah's) families will be revealed in the next chapter. What jobs they have and where they live etc.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are the creative property of L.J. Smith and The CW. No copyright infringement intended.


A New Horizon


The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories,
that it has come to be disbelieved in.
Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love
because they have looked at each other.
Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables


Bonnie felt exhausted.

Even the few minutes she had spent with Kol had been enough to suck the life out of her. She had barely managed to fall asleep around 4 in the morning.
And it had been a sleep accompanied by unpleasant dreams.

Every time she was falling asleep she had heard his voice whispering those mind-blowing words into her ear. The words that made her heart melt and almost give in to him.

"What are you still doing in bed?" Rebekah's head popped in through her door.

"I don't have preview today," Bonnie mumbled, turning to her side. "And that's a good thing because I don't feel like leaving the house."

Rebekah groaned annoyed strutting towards her best friend. "You just got out of that creepy emo state I'm not going to let him ruin you again."

She simply pulled her out of bed, throwing some clothes out of her closet.

"Get ready, we're running late," she informed her leaving the room.

Bonnie furrowed her eye-brows in confusion. "Late for what?"

"Shopping!" the blonde exited the room before turning around. "I have some good news for you, star actress."

Star actress? Was that another mockery? Bonnie parted her lips in anticipation.

"You got accepted," the blond tilted her head to regard her friend's reaction.

"Accepted for what?" Bonnie crossed her arms nervously.

"You got the main role on that TV show, stupid," Rebakah shrieked giving her a hug. "Say goodbye to the San Diego theatre stage! We're leaving this town for good!"

Bonnie's mouth fell open. She was too shocked to return the hug but she managed to pull herself together.

"We?" she questioned. "You're coming with me?"

"Of course, dummy," Rebekah snorted. "You're in need of a wise agent and I happen to fit this shoe."

"But what about your parents?" Bonnie gave her a worried look. "No offence, but your life depends on their loans."

Rebekah smiled evilly. "I have a few ideas about that," she grabbed her bag to take out a bunch of credit cards, all signed with her mother's name. Esther Mikaelson.

Bonnie's eyes widened. "You're sneaky!"

"I know, right?" she winked. "The whole Mikaelson family should fear me."


Bonnie pulled the white tank top over along with the mini skirt. She didn't like wearing skirts but she was too tired to question Rebekah's choice and look for something else.

Her blond friend was gulping down the rest of her doughnut when Bonnie entered the living room.

"Ready?" The blond jumped back on her feet cheerfully, licking her fingers clean.

"Yupp," Bonnie followed her to the door. But she didn't like the way Rebekah was just standing there, unable to move.

"Bekah?"

When Rebekah turned to her with a dark expression on her face it was all clear. Bonnie could see the person standing outside their door with a smug grin. Kol.

"Top of the morning, girls!" He cheered giving both Rebekah and Bonnie a peck on their cheeks.

"Get lost, Kol," Rebekah shoved him out of the way to make her way to the car.

"That's the way you greet your brother?" he scoffed. He tilted his head, turning his dark gaze to Bonnie.

"Let me give you a ride," his voice was deeper than usual. And he was wiggling with his eyebrows while gesturing toward his precious motor bike.

Ugh. Bonnie knew that trick. That was his version of bedroom voice meets undeniable offer. Talk about corny.

"Don't," she gestured with her hand when Kol opened his mouth again. Without wasting a second glance she walked past him to climb into Rebekah's car.

"Come on, sweetheart!" he yelled after her. "It's a BMW bike we're talking about! I'll make sure you'll have the time of your life!"

Kol's face turned serious as the car vanished from his sight.
It was torture to be around her when her walls were up. To be punished by an invisible line he wasn't allowed to cross.
If he wouldn't care about her feelings, he would simply pull her in and dwell on the sweet scent of her lips. Make up for the lost time.

But she was hurt. And ignoring that would be cruelty. He couldn't expect her to jump into his arms when her wounds were still bleeding, her pain persistent. She needed time. And he had to respect that. The blue mailbox caught his eyes for a second. Kol smiled. The mailbox. It was were their story had started.


2 years ago, West Hills High, San Diego


"Hey, Bonnie, hold on," Kol jogged to the petite cheerleader.

She turned around at the exit of the gym eyeing him suspiciously. "What?"

Kol couldn't take his eyes off her when he met her emerald eyes again. The white cheerleading uniform fitted on her curves perfectly.
Like a thin cover that was protecting her delicious skin. Not that he had tasted it, but her whole body was literally calling to him. Whispering.
Making all the promises that clouded his mind with images of her body under his sheets.
Kol even forgot about the things he wanted to say. What was wrong with him? He was the Silvertongue after all!

The girl perked up her eye-brows impatiently.
The blue-white pompoms moved with her when she crossed her arms with sass. "Shoot, Mikaelson!" she pointed to her uniform. "I have to change!"

Kol chuckled at her attitude. "Did you check your mailbox lately?" He gave her a knowing wink.

The beauty's face tensed up. "That was you?" She pointed at him in disbelief. "That poem and the bracelet?"

"So what's your answer, Bonnie?" he shoved her with his body further, trapping her gently between his arms and the door.
His lips brushed against her ear shell. Bonnie shivered. It felt like someone was tickling her with a feather. She let go off her pompoms, unconsciously.

"Will you go out on a date with me?" Kol's hand travelled to her waist, squeezing it gently. Bonnie's eyes widened.

"Don't touch me, you jerk," she yelled.

She shoved him away retrieving a shocked expression of the basketballer. The fury had painted the cheerleader's face in a reddish colour now.
But soon she calmed down giving him a snarky look. She snorted.

"What's so funny?" Kol shot back.

"You," her eyebrows moved up sassily. "I know how your pathetic brain works, Mikaelson."

She stepped closer to him. Her chin was pushed up, confronting him.

"You think you have the natural right to touch me because I'm the 'girly' cheerleader. Oh, I'm supposed to drool for Kol Mikaelson and enjoy his presence."
She expanded her arms bitterly. "Well, big news, jerk! I'm not your valet!"

Kol watched her bend down to collect her pompoms and walk to the locker room. Woah, he had just caught the perfect view of her bronze thighs.
His face was captured by the merest irritation. What the hell? He was both angry and turned on by her actions.
When he was about to leave the gym he heard steps behind him and turned to see Bonnie's eyes locked on him.

"I want to test something," she said with a cold voice. "You can't tell anyone about this."

Before he knew what was going on her lips crashed against his and who was he to complain.

He nibbled at her bottom lip and found that it had the merest strawberry taste. It wasn't lip gloss or any artificial scent. It was a scent that radiated off her skin. And like an addict he licked at it to take in as much as he could.

His hands sneaked around her back while his tongue slid into her mouth. Bonnie had to hold on to his Jersey to steady herself.

She moved her lips against his slowly, her hands moving carefully to his hair. As if she was entering dangerous territory and had to be on guard.

The warmth of his lips was literally taking her off her feet. She felt as light as a feather against the way his tongue was embracing hers.
Their tonuges didn't even fight for dominance. It felt more like a dance. Their movements completed each other.

It was as if their lips had been searching for the perfect dance partner. For the breath that could bring them back to life. The breath that would take off the spell and pull them into a secret place. A place where nothing existed but their moans tickling each other.

Bonnie was about to believe in all those fairy tails about true love's kiss. His lips nibbling at her, his tongue tasting her mouth, it all felt magical. Even his hands that were roaming her body.

She knew she would be out of breath soon but her hands had their own mind as she ruffled wildly through his hair. Their mouths kept tasting each other, desperate to keep this up. Like to addicts craving for each other's breath.

Bonnie didn't even realize how she was lifting one of her feet against the ease she felt. Then she remembered her mission and pushed him gently away. Shit. The kiss had been a test. And the result was terrifying.

Oh my god, she thought. I like Kol Mikaelson.

Kol's gaze was back on her lips. They looked even fuller now, attracting him like a magnet. He couldn't look away.
Before he knew, he was trailing the plush lips with his thumb. Bonnie closed her eyes.

"You're beautiful, Bonnie," the basketballer whispered. That rang all the alarm bells in his head. What the hell was he doing? He pulled his hand away.

"So," Kol cleared his throat awkwardly. He looked away, avoiding her gaze.
God, he always forgot everything when he saw her soft features. It was like the girl was absorbing his thoughts.

Bonnie blinked. Was he nervous? She couldn't believe that she had that effect on him!

He scratched his neck thoughtfully. "Does that mean there's still a chance for that date?"

Bonnie blushed, looking away. A shy smile appeared on her lips. "Maybe," she mumbled turning around to leave him in the softly-lit hall.


Present, Bonnie's dooryard, San Diego


Kol's eyes were pinned on the street as he heard his cell ringing. He smiled at the ID on the screen while heading to his bike.

"You owe me for this one," the voice said cockily. "I have news about Bonnie."

Kol stopped in his tracks tightening his grip on his cell. "Spit it out, Klaus," he demanded.

"She's the lead in That Caramel Taste," the voice chuckled amused.

"What's That Caramel Taste?" Kol half-yelled. He screwed up his face in disgust. "Some cheap porn?"

"Calm down, brother," the voice chuckled. "It's one of those teen drama shows."

Klaus' voice turned serious as he continued. "She's moving to LA along with Bekah."

Kol's face darkened. Bonnie would be eager to move there. Los Angeles was like her second home. The place where she had spent her childhood. But that wasn't the reason he was trembling with rage. Los Angeles was also the place most of his family lived. And Finn. The last person Kol wanted to have near her. He was in need of a master plan.