Author's Note: So this story should be updating much faster from now on, as I'm taking a break from my Teen Wolf OC fanfic, for Kennett, simply because I'm not really feeling Teen Wolf right now. I apologize for the length, but my hand hurts.

"Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely." ― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Chapter Two

"Yes, lovely to see you again, Bonnie Bennett" Kol's words were a purr that she barely recognized.

Desdemona pulled her over towards the booth, and she didn't put up a fight. She was in shock. So this was where he fled to? She hadn't seen him since the Mikaelson Ball. What was he doing in Denver? Jeremy. Her hands clenched around the edge of the table, fighting to keep control. The temptation to use her powers on him was astounding, but as a guest of Mona, she didn't want to be kicked out, it'd only been one day into the new living situation.

"Likewise" the word sizzled on her tongue.

Kol stared her in the eyes and brought her hand to his lips, kissing the top, just like at the ball. She shivered. Mona watched the action, rolling her green eyes, that had a familiar twinkle in them. "Careful, Bonnie, Kol can be quite the charmer, though I'm sure you already know that" the tone of Desdemona's voice made Bonnie cringe, no doubt she would be bothered for the usual bubbly gossip she normally got from Caroline.

"I'm not sure whether to be flattered, or wounded, darling" He chirped, giving Desdemona a look of pure playfulness.

"Can I take your orders?" a girl that looked to be Bonnie's age stood in front of them. She had on a blood splattered, ripped, white t-shirt, and a pair of grey skinny jeans. Her blonde pigtails bobbed with each light bounce of her steps toward the table. She looked too innocent, and it made the blood look all the more creepy. She flashed them a Damon Salvatore level smirk, her 'fangs' poised.

Desdemona grinned warmly "Mm I'll take a hibiscus tea, and the mushroom soup, please" she closed the large menu and slid it towards the waitress, shooting looks at the still staring teens.

"Steak, medium rare, chamapagne, if you'd please, Candy" he didn't even glance at her name tag Bonnie pondered how long had he been in Denver, exactly?

Bonnie lifted the menu, quickly scanning each page, before glancing up and ordering "Bloody Mary, nonalcoholic, and ill take a bacon cheeseburger" the waitress, Candy, looked her up and down, her lips tugging down, squinting.

"Hey, aren't you Bonnie Bennett?" she chirped.

Bonnie blinked, her eyebrows raising, "um, yes, do I know you?" she didn't recognize the girl. The only blonde in Bonnie's life was Caroline, and Matt, but they were back in Mystic, and Caroline didn't need fake fangs. She had her very own set of real ones.

"No, no, but uh I know you. See my buddy Jeremy was telling me about you cuz like I saw a picture of you and his sister in his wallet, ya know? you should go see him, is his sister here too?" Candy spoke fast, rambling.

She didn't really know how to react to this girl. Bonnie blinked and rubbed the back of her kneck.

"Oh, I'm totally jibber jabbing, well it was nice to meet you, ill get your orders quick as a snap" Bonnie cringed. What a lovely vocabulary she thought sarcastically. Her hand still tingled. Kol smirked, like he just knew what she was thinking, and rested his head on his chin "she was lovely, yes?" Desdemona nodded and hummed, Bonnie just glared.

"So, Kol, how long do you think you'll be staying in Denver?" Desdemona smiled warmly at him, sipping her tea.

He cut neatly into the meat, watching it tear, before looking up "originally, not long, but certain things in this town have caught my eye."

Bonnie's head was killing her, and all she wanted to do was call Caroline. After the whole ordeal with her mother, Bonnie just couldn't confide in Elena. Because then Elena would spill everything Bonnie said to either Damon or Stefan, as always, and though it was because she cared, Elena was always overreacting to things like this. If she told Elena about Kol, without a doubt, Elena would give her one of her famous lectures and then rush down their with the Salvatores and ruin the town.

She was so not in the mood for the Gilbert drama.

Her fingers tightened around the glass and she took another swig of her bloody mary. The liquid slowly rolled down her throat, not a solid, but still thick, like a slushie. Bonnie's hand twitched. She was doing, as Caroline called it, the Stefan Salvatore brood. If she went around spreading vervain throughout the town, then it would end up just like Mystic, except without all the dopplegangers.

She would just ask Aunt Mona about what to do, at least then she knew it was fine with her, and didn't have to worry about whether her plan interfered with Mona's everyday life. Bonnie didn't want to do that, she wanted things to stay normal. Not like Mystic she told herself.

Taking a bite out of her burger, her eyes shot down to check the time. Seven thirty. She'd been stuck with Kol Mikaelson for an hour, and it was killing her.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom" Bonnie spoke softly, sliding out of the booth. She shot Kol a suspsicious glance before walking off.

The bathroom was empty, with white floors, tan stalls, and mirrors with each sink. Written in pencil on one of the stall doors was gossip, like best kisser, biggest slut, the usual. Even though it shouldn't, she was in her senior year, Bonnie was excited to start school tomorrow. Denver was different, and she'd be able to start over, new friends, new teachers,and Jeremy.

It was selfish, moving here for him, when he was happy, and normal, but she wanted that too. It wasn't fair. She didn't do anything, she just woke up one morning and the world was topsy turvy, witches, dopplegangers, vampires. Bonnie never wanted anything like that to happen, and all because of Elena Gilbert. That was selfish too, and biased, after she turned Bonnie's mother from a witch into a vampire, that was the end of it.

Bonnie was already getting annoyed with always having to save her, it all started after her Grandmother's death. She was no longer Elena's best friend, she was her 'witch.' And if there was one thing Bonnie hated it was being controlled.

The cold water from the sink splashed on her face and she took a deep breath.

The lights began to flicker ominously and Bonnie could almost physically feel her self control slipping. No, no, no, no. "Please, no" she whispered. The mirrors shattered, and the porcelain had cracks growing up it.

Just as the stall doors began swinging open, a hand gripped her forearm, and a familiar scent hit her nose. Honey and Salt, that was the only way to describe how Kol smelled. It had to be his aftershave, or something, but Bonnie loved it, not that she'd EVER admit that.

"Look at you, lovely little Bennett witch, look what they've done to you. Can't even go to a simple dinner without losing control" his whispers sounded sweet but Bonnie wasn't focusing, his fingers traced her jawline and she took in a mouthful of air. The water droplets streamed down her cheeks.

Bonnie eyes shot up to his and then she was fine. The flickering stopped, and things were fine. Normal. He had stopped her. A thought that even Bonnie couldn't avoid. Her heart hammered in her chest and her lips fell open. It was nice, to have someone there for her, for once, even if that someone was an Original vampire that had threatened her friends on a daily bases.

"You go out first" her voice was a whisper and her gaze dropped, mind reeling with these...feelings.

Kol cocked his head, shooting her his usual smirk, faking a gasp, "why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were ashamed off me, Bonnie Bennett."

She glared.

"Alright, alright, love. Calm down. Its not as though we did anything" he knew they had, the moment he touched her, the moment she realized just how close he was, and what his aftershave smelt like, "makes me wonder what you would do if I kissed you?"

Under his gaze, she blushed with the mental image.

Authors Note: Yes,yes, it took me a long time to update, and this is a short chappy, but I'm double jointed in all my fingers, and so when my last three fingers on my right hand are cramping up to the point where I physically cannot type, I know I should stop writing.

Due to this short chapter, I will make sure the next one is even longer then usual, 3,000 words at least, and a lot of Kennett bonding.

xoxo, iliana.