A/N: Thanks for all those who reviews, alerts and favorites. I love you all.

This picks up straight from the last chapter.

At the start it might be confusing but hopefully, the end and next chapter (which is almost finished) should clear up any confusion. Two chapters in four days, that's a new record for me.

Bonnie took a deep breath as she lent against the closed door. Her mind was still running. Her hands subconsciously slipping down to lift her shirt. The wound was healed, leaving nothing but a mass of dried blood. With a sigh she let her shirt drop, feeling on the verge of tears.

Tonight she had used the power bestowed on her by her dead ancestors and struck without mercy, watching as he fell, his eyes wide with shock. She squeezed her eyes closed, forcing the tears back behind her lids. She had killed, murdered in cold blood. She shuddered, a feeling of remorse rising to consume her. Regardless of what Kol claimed, regardless of the fact they were at war, there was no way she would get used to this feeling.

At the thought of Kol, Bonnie shuddered slightly. She had no idea how he would react to the news of her murdering that certain someone – correction- something. Kol had been very secretive about his past throughout his time here, having only mention Rebekah and Elijah a few times, and Klaus only when he was forced too. But he had never, not once, mentioned him. A small part of her hoped that he wouldn't care, but if she were in his position, she would be livid. No matter what he'd done, at the end of the day, he was still Kol's… – Bonnie shook that thought straight out of her mind. She already felt bad enough, there was no point rehashing the point over and over again. She did what she had to; she just hoped he'd understand, and not fly of the handle.

After almost a year of fighting the supernatural, Bonnie was still not accustomed to the senseless violence and destruction she encountered during a battle. Apart from tonight the only time she had come close to killing anything, was when she took on Klaus. Even back then, a small part of Bonnie was glad that she didn't put a stop to the hybrid. Not because she wanted him running around causing havoc, but because she grew up hearing stories and myths from her Grandmother about witches who killed humans and/or different supernatural creatures and were never quite the same afterwards.

As usual the only people to go on the 'mission' were Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Elena (because she always managed to do something bad without supervision) and herself. Normally Bonnie isn't needed; she just sits in the car with Elena because she's there for backup. Which suited her fine.

But tonight, that all changed.

It had for the most part, gone to plan. They had surprised the group of hybrids, disposing of them quickly and efficiently. Damon had killed four hybrids, Stefan and Caroline taken two more into custody down in the Salvatore's cells, and Bonnie had killed a vampire.

Her first vampire.

Thanks to Kol's cooperation and inside information, none of them were severely injured, save herself. On first inspection, her battle wounds hadn't seemed that bad, and she insisted she was fine; after all she was high on adrenaline. Still, Stefan had urged Elena to take her back to the mansion, and then come right back to help them transport the captured hybrids safety without hassle.

Bonnie hardly remembered the car ride back, and Elena helping her to the downstairs couch and leaving shortly after. As soon as Elena left that's when things took a turn for the worst. Bonnie could vividly recall the strange and painful sensation that filled her entire body. It felt as though something was draining the life and magic out of her. No one answered her weak calls for help, and so through what little energy she had, she dragged herself up the stairs to the one person she never thought she would, or could, turn to.

Kol Mikaelson.

Bonnie inhaled a deep breath and turned around to facie his closed door. She smiled lightly as she remembered the night he had been 'captured'.

"Alaric, I'm worried. They should have been back before now. Do you think-"

"Bonnie, don't worry yet. They are only half an hour overdue, but you know how these things are. Something very easily could have held them up, something trivial. Besides, we weren't entirely certain anyone was going to be there, so they may turn up empty handed," Alaric replied softly. Elena nodded.

The three of them were sitting in the kitchen, Bonnie and Elena nursing a mug of hot chocolate and Alaric gulping down his third glass of whiskey. Damon and Stefan had gone 'hunting', as Damon liked to put it. Bonnie snorted, thinking how Neanderthal they sounded. She half expected them to do a war dance around the house whenever they returned from a successful 'hunt'.

She closed her eyes, sinking into thought. Tonight, the boys were on one of their most dangerous mission yet; they were after Kol, one of the original vampires.

The kitchen door flew open, and Elena was on her feet in an instant. Stefan came through, unmarked and looking as healthy as he had when he left at midday. Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief, as Elena jumped into his arms flashing him a smile.

"How'd it go?" she asked, and he grinned.

"See for yourself."

Both the girls gasped as Damon walked in with a cocky grin, holding a very dirty and annoyed original vampire. Kol swore loudly, aiming a kick at Damon, who snarled and smacked him in the side of the head. Bonnie studied the prisoner covertly from under her lashes. He was a lot taller than she remembered. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. His hair matted and covered in dirt. His skin, usually so clean and gleaming, was sallow and he was paler than ever. She could not help it. A giggle escaped her lips. Here was one of their sworn enemies, totally at their mercy. She briefly wondered how the Salvatore's managed to capture an original vampire, but from the smug look on Damon's face, she could tell that she was going to hear all about it later. Kol lifted his head, sneering in her direction.

"What's so funny, Witch?" he hissed, his eyes narrowing and his face mottling with rage. Damon lent forward and slapped him, hard, across the face.

"Hey judgey, you think you could preform that truth spell you've been working on?" Damon asked, and she nodded, turning to rummage through a cupboard.

"I've spelled this to force the person who consumes it into telling the truth for exactly ten minutes." She found the vial of clear liquid and handed it to Stefan, who motioned for Damon and Alaric to sit Kol down. His eyes were still shooting daggers at Bonnie and she smirked at him, feeling incredibly powerful all of a sudden.

Kol turned his face away from her and she sighed, sitting back in her chair. Stefan stepped towards him with the liquid as Kol scowled.

"I already told you the truth, Salvatore. You don't need that."

Stefan laughed scornfully. "Do you honestly think I believe you?"

"Believe what you want, then," Kol snapped. "But I told you the truth."

Bonnie looked at Elena and frowned. Both girls had no idea what was going on. Alaric had bound Kol to the chair with rope dipped in vervain, and Damon had taken a seat in the middle of Elena and Bonnie, leaving Alaric and Stefan standing behind Kol.

"What is he talking about? What did he say?" Bonnie asked. Damon frowned.

"Some bullshit story about wanting us to find him. He says he has left Klaus. Load of shit if you ask me," Damon replied, his eyes never leaving Kol.

Bonnie watched with interest as Stefan forced Kol's mouth open, pouring a liberal amount of liquid down his throat. They waited a few moments until it took full effect.

She watched as Kol's head snapped up, his eyes fixed on her. His etched face held a blank expression. Stefan nodded at Bonnie and sat down next to Elena, as Bonnie began the interrogation. The brothers had silently agreed to let Bonnie interrogate the original seeing as her presence seemed too aggravate him the most.

"Why did you leave Klaus?" Bonnie asked, watching Kol's face carefully. This was the main question they all wanted answered.

"He killed our mother," Kol snarled, and Bonnie could not help but gasp. The others all had a look of shock and surprise on their faces. This was definitely not what they expected.

"How?"

"I don't know. When he told me, I didn't really wait around to hear how he murdered my mother." He snarled at her.

Ignoring his tone, Bonnie thought quickly. "So you let us find you?"

Kol laughed. "Yes. Of course. I want revenge. I want to see him dead. And I believe you lot of pathetic creatures can help me. Did you really think two baby vampires could bring down me, an original vampire, if I didn't wish it? Please." Kol opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped half way through as his head fell forwards.

Bonnie sat back, stunned. Damon and Elena's mouths were hanging open, and Alaric was looking thoughtfully at Kol. Stefan hauled the unconscious man to his feet, intending to take him to the cells and lock him up. Alaric walked forwards, motioning for them to stop.

"I have a better idea. Let him help us."

"Are you nuts?" Damon yelled suddenly, making Bonnie jump.

Alaric nodded. "Who better to catch Klaus, than his brother?"

Elena frowned, considering the idea. "What if he won't help us?"

"He will," Bonnie said suddenly. She was sure of it, recalling the look in his eyes when he told her he wanted revenge, when he told her his mother had been murdered. "And if he doesn't, then we lock him up. At least give him the chance to make his choice. Stefan," she said quickly, as Stefan opened his mouth, "we cannot loose this opportunity. If he can tell us anything about Klaus, anything useful, don't you want to know?"

Stefan sighed, and then nodded. "Fine. We'll take him upstairs; spell him to a room or something. Regardless of what he says. I don't trust him, Bonnie."

"Neither do I," she admitted truthfully, her eyes on Kol's drooping head and shoulders. She felt a surge of pity for him. He looked terrible, and she could only wonder where he had been and what he had been doing all this time. Stefan and Alaric dragged Kol from the room.

Everything changed after that night. Damon had suggested, well demanded, that Bonnie be Kol's personal keeper, an idea that did not appeal to her. Stefan agreed with Damon, saying simply that if he had to go anywhere near Kol, he would most likely try and kill him; as would Damon.

The following morning, Bonnie entered Kol's room, a warm cup of blood in her hands. He screeched at her to get out, throwing a book at her head; she in turn tossed the blood on the floor, and gave him a short lived aneurism. Fuming, she stamped her foot, watching as he scowled murderously at her, rubbing his head.

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you," muttered Bonnie, picking up the book. Kol only grunted in response.

"You're filthy, Kol," she said to him after a moment, noticing again how dirty and worn out he looked. "What have you been doing?"

"You don't want to know," he sneered at her.

She wrinkled her nose.

"You reek too, you know that? I'll get you a clean change of clothes," she said simply, turning to leave.

He paused for a moment and replied in a cocky tone "Is that your way of asking to see me naked?"

And the rest was history, she thought with a slight smile. He infuriated her, drove her insane, but still, she knew she had come to care about him. Her thoughts wandered to the kiss he had given her, the kiss she had so passionately responded to. There was something so inherently dangerous about the vampire. As much as she knew she should stay away from him, he drew her in. He radiated power and assurance, although imprisoned and under guard. He was calm and collected at all times, even when complaining incessantly about his surroundings, or the lack of blood they gave him, or anything at all. Bonnie was also well aware of how physically attractive he was, with his pale skin, beautiful eyes and unruly brown hair. The mystery that was Kol simply added to his aura of cool and danger – she had no idea who he was sometimes. The whole time he had been with them he had never let anything slip about himself.

Bonnie groaned, her heart twisting painfully in her chest.

Jeremy.

They were not together anymore, not officially anyway. Sometimes, late at night, when the truth of the horrible situation they were in managed to break down her strongly built defenses and crawl into the tender recess of her heart, Bonnie found herself seeking the comfort of Jeremy's arms again, losing herself in the innocent sweetness of his love. He did love her, she knew it, but he had hurt her; and she couldn't find it in herself to go back there.

Kol.

Bonnie growled in frustration as his face floated before her mind, his eyes alight with eager desire, his mouth curved into a seductive smile. The way he ran his hand through his hair, his skin so pale it shone in the darkness, so smooth it may have been carved from the finest marble. She longed to give in to him, to let herself go with such reckless abandon she forgot who she was, forgot the truth of the world outside her thoughts of him. She longed for him to take her away from herself. In truth, she had wanted him to kiss her for a long time.

She heard Kol's breathing on the other side of the door, and she pushed all thoughts of his lips out of her mind, as she pushed open the door. As soon as she stepped through the door, he slammed it shut and locked it.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, her insides turning to ice. He shushed her quickly, raising a finger to his lips.

"Something's wrong," he whispered, coming to stand by her side. She staggered a little, feeling weak and disoriented, and Kol slipped his arm around her waist, holding her steady against him so that her body burned where it connected with his. He looked at her, his eyes dark and troubled. "Correct me if I am wrong, Bonnie, but no one owns this house so any vampire can enter, right?"

She nodded, feeling tense and apprehensive. Kol sighed, pulling her a little closer.

"And at the moment, there is no one else here apart from us, right"

"Yes that's - she began, but he placed a finger on her lips. She glared at him, her anger springing to life. She raised a hand, ready to slap him.

"Wrong. None of your lot are here. There are at least seven hybrids downstairs. And if there are hybrids here, I'd bet that the rest of your friends have run into trouble. We have to get out of here," Kol said urgently, his eyes fixed on the door.

Bonnie shook her head.

"You can't leave Kol. The spell wont let you."

"Well undo it," he replied simply and Bonnie felt the blood drain from her face. It wasn't that she didn't trust him it was just that, well, she didn't know if she should trust him.

"I'm not sure I can," she muttered.

Kol sighed. "Sure you can. You just don't know if you should. Well Bonnie let me make this easy for you; you have two choices. One, the hybrids come up here get stuck in the room as well and kill you, which ultimately undoes the spell or two, you undo the spell and then I can take you to safety. Completely up to you."

"This is your fault!" Bonnie spat after a long pause. "You gave us the location to the hybrids tonight! Who's to say that you didn't set this whole thing up? What have you done, Kol?"

"Hey, don't throw your accusations at me, Bennett! You are the only person I have spoken too in months! How would I have done something like this, huh? Have you forgotten why I am here in the first place?" Kol hissed in her ear, his breath sending a shock wave through her body. He gave her a little shake, lifting her chin with one hand to look into her eyes.

"I didn't do this! Believe me, if I wanted the Salvatore's and their precious doppelganger dead, I'd have done it myself ages ago."

Bonnie gasped at the harshness of Kol's words. He pulled her closer, pressing her against his body until she was certain there was not a part of them not touching.

Bonnie had regretted her words the minute they left her mouth. She knew he had nothing to do with this, but she was terribly frightened and blaming him was easier than accepting that they, and possibility the others, were in trouble.

"Can you undo the spell or not?" he asked roughly, looking her dead in the eyes.

Bonnie nodded and walked over to sit on the bed. Kol watched intently as she began muttering and waving her hands around the room. If this weren't such a serious situation, he would have made some snide comment about how ridiculous she looked.

Finally, Bonnie's movements came to a halt.

"It's done, let's get –"Before she could say another word, Kol scooped her body tightly, sending them both rushing away into the darkness.

They hit the ground with a thud, Bonnie falling back, crushed by Kol's weight. She shoved at him, ignoring how good it felt to have him lying on top of her, and with a groan, he rolled away. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in their surroundings. They were in a very dirty, almost bare room. Dust floated through the air, filling her lungs, and Bonnie coughed violently, pushing herself onto her elbows and rolling away to one side, her hand over her mouth. Her eyes streamed with water and her lungs burnt.

"Where are we?" she choked, looking to Kol. He was on his feet, and at the sound of her voice, he offered her his hand, pulling her to his side.

"What is this place?" she asked again. Kol did not answer. He released her hand and wandered towards a small cupboard with a broken door, sitting against the wall. Carefully, he forced the door open, reaching in and removing two bottles. Vodka and whiskey. He turned to her and smiled.

"Pick your poison, witch."

Bonnie walked over to him and grabbed the bottle of vodka. Still smirking, Kol walked over to a small table and a battered lounge, as he raised his eyebrows for Bonnie to follow.

They sat in peace, Kol drinking from his bottle, while bonnie sat perfectly still.

"Where are we, Kol?"

Kol sighed, sitting back against the moldy old lounge, a small smile on the corners of his lips.

"Home," he answered, taking a long swig of whiskey. Bonnie frowned, her brain working at top speed.

"So this is where you were all that time? Here? You?" She could barely believe it. Kol Mikaelson, and original vampire who prided himself in style, was living in a complete shit house. This place made the Salvatore cells look like a palace.

Kol flashed her a ghost of a smile.

"It's not really my ideal surroundings, but I stayed alive," he replied softly. "With Klaus after me, I needed somewhere I could stay out of trouble. Believe me, I would much rather have been sitting back sipping my drink from a crystal glass, in the Manor, but that wasn't possible."

Bonnie swallowed nervously, stamping down on her fear. She had to tell him. "How long were you here before …"

"Before I called on the local town saviors, who turned out to be completely useless? About six months," he answered, taking a swig of his bottle. Bonnie ignored his dig at her and her friends. Now was not the time that she needed to here negative things about them.

She finally took her first few swigs of Vodka, and Kol looked at her in surprise. He knew she wasn't a big drinker.

"Do you really think they're…" Bonnie began, her voice trailing off. They had to be all right. They just had to be. After everything they'd had gone through, they just had to be alright.

Kol shrugged. "I don't know. I'd say the doppelganger is alive. They wouldn't just kill her; Klaus still needs her to make more hybrids. The rest of them," he paused and looked at her sadly, "would be dead."

Bonnie sucked in her breath. Caroline, Stefan, Damon … she snuck a glance at Kol. It was possible he was lying. But then again, he had not told them a single lie since they imprisoned him. Kol slid his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. She turned and buried her face against his strong chest, her body shaking with fear. A thousand thoughts were running through her head.

Kol stroked her hair gently, murmuring words she could not hear, into her ear. The sound of his voice, deep and rich, was soothing, and Bonnie felt her body and breathing begin to relax. She would grieve for them later, when she knew for sure what had happened. Until then, in her mind, they were fine. She would get through this, just like everything else.

She pulled out of Kol's arms, finding his eyes searching her face so intently she blushed. They were close; their faces inches apart, their eyes locked together, and Bonnie felt a bolt of heat flood her body that had nothing to do with the vodka.

"Kol," she murmured, holding her breath as his face came closer to hers. "We shouldn't. Not here. Not with everything that's happened …" She blushed slightly just at the thought of being this close to him, before giving herself a ruthless shake, ultimately, pulling away from him.

"Wait. The man, the thing I killed …"

He rolled his eyes. "Now that's romantic, Bonnie." Kol lent closer to her, and she shivered. His lips were so soft, so inviting, and they were right there, right in front of her, waiting to be kissed. She shook herself again, determined to tell him the truth, even if he hated her for it.

"I killed Mikeal," she whispered, "I killed your father".

~o0o~

A/N: Yes I'm aware Bonnie is a tad OCC, I guess you could say she's a bit more innocent in this story, but don't worry, she's still a complete Badass witch, especially in later chapters :)

I am not happy with this chapter, to be honest I have rewritten it about three different times, but none of them seemed right. So finally I just decided to post this, as I really like quick updates.

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

Anyway, review if you'd like me to continue. :D

p.s To anyone waiting on an update to my Bamon story I will most likely not be updating it, at least for now. To be honest I've lost all my 'Bamon inspiration'. Blame it on the show, and the fact that they never have any scenes or the fact the have decided to kill most of the things I love about them. I still ship them (They are my OTP, and always will be) but I just don't think I can write them right now. Sorry :(