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Bonnie shoved Kol away from her.

"Fine, I'm stuck with you, but you can keep your hands off me."

"Very well."

Kol held his hands up and flashed a cheeky smile. One that might have made her heart skip a beat before. In the past, she had seen a criminal, a charming one that might not actually be so bad. Now all she saw was a criminal.

"And you have to swear you will let me live once all of this is over."

Kol studied her for a moment. He chuckled, but there was something off about it.

"What does the word of a common criminal mean to you? Not much I'd wager."

Stefan and Mike exchanged looks.

"Look, I know you're a psychotic criminal, but so far you've been as good as your word. You've kept me alive and you haven't hurt me or let anyone else hurt. So I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."

"Of course you have my word," Kol replied evenly. "Your clothes are back there."

Bonnie hurried behind the tank. There was a bundle of clothes inside of a plastic bag along with a microphone. They had really thought this out when they first planned it because the outfit was convincing if she was going to pass as a reporter.

Trying to be fast and stay behind the shelter of the tank, she changed. The outfit was a black pencil skirt with a navy silk blouse and a matching blazer. The shoes were a pair of black Jimmy Choo's pump. That made Bonnie raise brows. Kol's people had bought designer shoes just to help break him out?

When she was finally free and had access to the internet, she was going to look up how much money was in organized crime.

Hesitantly, Bonnie stepped out just in time to see Kol put his shirt on. His back was turned to her and she could see the broad muscles of his shoulders. They rippled as he pulled the shirt over his head and she had to swallow because her mouth was dry.

Damon groaned and stirred. Bonnie looked over and saw he was regaining consciousness.

"I don't suppose you would have look at him for me, doc?" Stefan asked.

His expression was grave, almost bored.

"No, not unless he is restrained."

"Just get him on his feet, Ripper. We will deal with injuries once we are away from the prison."

"I agree with the bossman," Mike said. "I'll go first. Ripper you take your brother. Kol you and the doc should come right after me."

Bonnie might be getting too paranoid hanging out with criminals, but she thought maybe there was a reason for that lineup. If something went wrong they were fine leaving Stefan and Damon behind. It also made her wonder if any of them knew the escape route except for Kol.

Probably not.

It wasn't information she would share if she was a criminal mastermind. The plan and the money would be Kol's guarantee that they wouldn't leave without him.

Mike went up the ladder and outside. Kol gestured ofr her to go ahead of them. Bonnie climbed the ladder and when she reached the top and she sunlight, a hand rached out to help her. She took Mike's hand and let him pull her out.

"Thanks," she muttered.

Kol popped out and flashed a smile.

"Isn't this lovely?" he asked with a dark stare at their intertwined hands.

Bonnie let her hand drop from Mike's. Stefan came out then with Damon practically crawling behind him.

She scanned the area to see if anyone had noticed them, but it didn't look like it. The sewer drain they had come up out of was at the back of the parking lot. There were police and a news reporters toward the front of the parking lot. That was where the main gate to the prison was and by the looks of it, everyone's attention was on the prison.

"That was fast," Bonnie remarked to no one in particular.

"They were meant to take the guards hostages and alert the police as well as the media," Kol replied.

Bonnie started toward them and Stefan grabbed her elbow. Without effort, he pulled her back to him.

"Nice try, doc."

"I could scream."

"You could, but I don't like your odds of surviving long enough for help to reach you," Damon growled.

Bonnie's eyes widened. She looked at Kol, furious.

"No one touches the doc, but we have connections. Ones that can get to her friends and family. Bonnie's smart, she knows better than to kick up a fuss."

"Let me go," Bonnie said for what sounded like the hundredth time. "I won't tell anyone anything."

"It'll be too suspicious."

Kol grabbed her arm and guided her toward a nearby parked van. The door to the back swung open. The nurse, Katie smiled and waved at them. Bonnie saw Thierry in the driver's seat.

Kol helped her in.

"Serioously, you couldn't have warned me to stay home today?" Bonnie hissed at Katie.

"Sorry, boss' orders," she shrugged.

Bonnie sat down in the back of the van. She pulled her arm out of Kol's grip and glared at him.

"I'm sorry, but if we get caught I'll spend the rest of my days behind bars."

"Maybe that's what you deserve. You're a mob boss."

"We aren't technically the mob, but I take your meaning."

"Kol," Bonnie growled.

Thierry started the van and they drove away.

"Perhaps, it is what I deserve and perhaps not. Either way, I am not going to remain locked up. My family and I have a business to run. One that I am eager to get back to and you can rest assured you will be well compensated for your time with us."

"You don't know me very well so I'm going to explain something to you, I don't care about money."

"You want to leave? let me ask you one thing, did I keep my word?"
"Yes," Bonnie admitted reluctantly.

"I got you out of there and I protected you when I could have left you behind. Look at all of the delays we suffered as a result."

"That riot was because of you. You don't get to play the good guy just because you saved me from your actions."

"Perhaps not, but I kept my word and now I am asking you as a favor to me, if you won't come with us of your own free will, we will take away your choice. Just until it is public knowledge we have escaped."

"Just because I found a way out doesn't mean I will tell them you heped me find it."

"No however, eventually once our escape is uncovered you will be implicated in covering it up if you do not reveal it immediately."

Bonnie hesitated now, she hadn't thought of that. Still, she raised her chin and said, "So? If I come with you I still look guilty."

"not if you tell the police we held you hostage, doc," Mike said with a sincere look.

Bonnie looked at Kol. "You're sure it's a solid plan?"

"Yes, and you can trust me. I've been evading the law my whole life."

"even successfully until this year," Damon chimed in with a cheery grin.

"Yes, because you and I were incarcerated because of our stellar success," Stefan said. "Oh, wait it was because you were drunk and careless."

"As usual," Mike said with disgust.

"And you'll keep Damon away from me?" Bonnie asked. "And you have to promise this sin't some elaborate scheme to get into my pants?"

"Yes and no, but I won't be held accountable if you fall for me along the way, sweetheart."

"I wouldn't hold my breath, but fine. It's not like I have a choice anyway."

"thank you," he whispered in her ear. "that's not a phrase I use often."

XXX

Kol studied Bonnie as they drove through town. He had no problem forcing her along, but he had no desire to push her further away. He was trying to seduce her in a matter of days, which would be easier if she did not feel kidnapped. And he was not ready to let Bonnie go, he thought perhaps he had developed some true feelings for her.

Even now, when her hair and makeup was a mess, she was beautiful. Her body language was suspicious and she did not look happy, but she was still beautiful enough to take his breath away. However, his fascination with Bonnie was more than skindeep. She was kind. Even to inmates that had done unspeakable things, she was respectful and tried her best to help them, even those that did not want her help.

He tried to check the injury on the back of her head, but she slapped his hands away.

"Just trying to help," he said moving away from her.

"I didn't ask for your help."

Marcel chuckled and Katie didn't even bother to hide her reaction, she laughed loud and clear.

"Oh, Bon nothing scares you. That's what I love most about you," Katie said with a bright smile.

Bonnie crossed her arms in a protective gesture. "We are not good."

"Look, I'm sorry about how things went down, but I knew Kol would get you out in one piece."

"It's not like you would have believed us if we warned you," Thierry added.

Bonnie muttered something under her breath before exclaiming, "Fine! Let's all get along and ignore the fact that I have good cause to be angry and distrustful."

"No, you definitely have good cause," Marcel told her and winked. "We just don't see the purpose in staying angry when it won't do you any good."

"Thanks," Bonnie muttered.

Thierry pulled into an underground parking lot. They had chosen it because it didn't have cameras. Time to split up and meet back up at the motel outside of the city.

Kol grabbed Bonnie's arm. "You're coming with me."

"Then let go," she growled.

She pulled her arm out of his and glared at him.

"Marcel you go with Damon. Stefan, you ride with Thierry and Katie."

Bonnie ignored his orders and got out of the car. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot waiting for Kol to follow. He was still barking orders at the others and she seriously considered making a break for it. She had never been kidnapped before, but she felt confident they were not good at it.

Finally, Kol climbed out of the car. He raised his eyebrows. "I would have thought you were halfway gone by now, sweetheart."

Bonnie snorted and rolled her eyes. She had another plan.

The car Kol led her to was an SUV with tinted windows. She got in the passengers side and ignored him when he tried to talk to her.

"Bonnie my sweet, I am sorry."

"Doesn't matter. It changes nothing."

"You're right," Kol said after a long pause. "Are you injured?"

"Not a lot. You look like you're in worse shape."

Bonnie didn't care that the reason Kol was in worse shape was because he had spent most of the day protecting her. He kidnapped hre and all because she had been stupid enough to trust him.

"I'll live."

Kol turned on the radio. He fliked through the stations until he came upon a newstation. The man on the radio sounded serious and if Bonnie had to guess, maybe even a little stressed.

"We're back here at Station 1 with the latest on the prison riot taking place right here in Chicago. The police have little to no new information in the past hour. But they have confirmation that all of the guards are accounted for and alive. They are being kept as hostages in an unknown part of the penitentiary."

Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief. Jeremy and the other people she worked with were still alive.

"Further, there is no news on the Warden, but it is believed he is sealed off in the administrative wing. According to law enforcement, he would not be able to escape from there, but the inmates can't reach him there either."

"You're lucky, no one's dead yet," Bonnie stated dryly.

Kol looked over in surprise. "The only casualty I am concerned with is you."

A shudder ran down her spine. "Is that a threat?"

"No, when I threaten people I rarely use ambiguous language."

"Is that supposed to be comforting? Because I still hate you."

"No one is going to hurt you, doc."

"You keep saying that, but I'm still a hostage."

Kol sighed. He didn't say anything else until they arrived in the next garage. They got out and traded cars again. Bonnie didn't need to ask to know why, it would make it harder for the police to track them.

This time they drove for a lot longer. This car had tinted windwos too. Bonnie was frustrated and disheartened to see the level of planning and caution that went into this escape. Even if the police did find them on surveillance it would be difficult if not impossible to determine their identities.

Finally, Kol parked the car outside of a motel. He went into to one of the rooms using a key Thierry gave them. When Bonnie stayed in the parking lot, Mike gave her a sympathetic look.

"Come on, doc. Let's get you patched up."

"Whatever you say, Mike."

He flashed an easy smile. "It's Marcel. I used a fake ID when I went into the system. Too many of Kol's associates in one place, well it might lead to more scrutiny than we want."

"Right."

Bonnie rolled her eyes as she followed him into the same room Kol had gone into. Thierry and Katie got out a medical kit. Katie tried to patch up Kol, but he waved her aside. Instead, she sat down to help Damon.

"Get out of here," Kol ordered.

He lit a cigarette and glowered at the group. Thierry, Katie, Damon and Marcel left. Stefan hovered.

"Yes?" Kol growled.

"I think someone should look at the doc's head injuries," Stefan replied without expression.

Kol nodded his consent. Bonnie stared at him, horrified.

"He knows what he is doing," Kol said.

"I'm not my brother, doctor Bennett."

Bonnei studied him for a moment. She was about to refuse again, but her head did ache. She had been slammed against a stone wall more than once today, someone probably should check for a concussion. She could do it herself, but it would be tricky to do herself and Katie was gone.

Finally, she nodded in agreement.

Stefan sat down behind her. She felt his fingers rooting through her hair. He made a few strange noises before coming to sit in front of her.

"It doesn't look too bad, just a few bumps."

"Concussion?" Bonnie asked.

Stefan pulled out a medicine kit from underneath the bed. They were really were too organized. The more she saw, the worse she felt being caught up in Kol Mikaelson's escape.

With a flashlight he checked her eyes and asked her a few basic questions, all of which she answered.

"You seem fine. To be safe, maybe don't fall asleep for a few hours."

"Thanks."

"Any other injuries?"

"Just some bruises."

Stefan took out an icepack and passed it to her. She pressed it against the back of her head and sighed in content. He gave her a couple of painkillers and some water, which she gratefully accepted.

"Your turn," Stefan said to Kol.

"No, you can leave too."

Bonnie watched Stefan go and fear built up inside of her. She had never been alone like this with Kol. There were no interruptions in sight and he was studying her. She could feel his eyes on the back of her neck.

"How long are we stuck here?"

"Just long enough to get patched up and do some quick makeovers."

"Right, because you're all fugitives from the law," Bonnie replied in saccharine tones.

"Join the club."

Kol pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and lit one. He offered one to Bonnie and she declined.

"I'm a doctor, I don't smoke and I am not a fugitive."

"Right, you are," Kol chuckled and exhaled.

Bonnie glared at him and delibaretely waved at the smoke in front of her face. Mostly because he looked ridiculously hot smoking, but at least he really didn't seem interested in attacking her just because they were finally alone.

After what happened between them in the tunnel, she had been worried he would be pushing for more the second they were alone. But Kol seemed content to smoke and stare at her. Clearly, he was smart enough to read the vibe, which meant he knew she was angry with him.

"Seriously?"

"Cut me some slack would you, love?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. Then her eyes landed on the bruise on his cheek.

"Are you hurt? You have kidnapped a doctor, you might as well let me examine you."

"If you want to put your hands on me, all you have to do is say so," he winked at her.

"Be serious," she deadpanned.

"I am however, I'm all yours, Bonnie my sweet."

Ignoring his flirtation, Bonnie sorted through the medical kit Stefan had taken out. It contained everything she needed to patch up Kol. She took out a cotton swab and filled it with rubbing alcohol. She kneeled in front of Kol, who was for some reason sitting on the floor with his back against the bed.

Not bothering to be gentle, she swiped at the cuts and bruises on his faces. He didn't as much as wince. Instead, all he did was watch her with his dark eyes. He took another sip of his drink.

"It's a ittle early to drink, don't you think?"

"No, I haven't had a decent glass of scotch in months. Fancy a drink?"

"No, I'm not an alcohol."

Bonnie grabbed his chin in her hand. She turned his face to both sides and examined his jaw with her fingers. Nothing seemed out of place, which was a relief because he had a big purple bruise forming along his jawline. Lucky for him, it was not serious. It swell up and hurt for a few weeks, but it was not life threatening.

She took out an icepack and smacked it on his face. He flashed a smile and placed a big, warm hand over hers.

"Easy there, love. I am injured after all."

"All of this is your fault, you know that, right?"

"Doesn't make my injuries any less real."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Where else are you hurt?"

"My ribs."

Kol used his free hand to pull up his shirt. Ordinarily, she would have drooled at the sight o fhis six pack and lean build. But not now. A large blue bruise marred his ribcage. She touched it gently with her fingers.

"Nothing feels out of place. Does it hurt to breathe?" she asked in a clinical tone of voice.

"I have to say, you aren't playing doctor quite how I imagined you would."

There was heat in Kol's voice. It made her blush and insides twist. He might be a scumbag, but he did have an amazing voice, smooth and deep. His accent alone was enough to make her stomach do flips. His free hand went to her cheek. He cupped her face lovingly and his thumb stroked her cheekbone.

"Don't," she whispered. "Just don't."

She turned her head aside. Kol dropped his hand.

"When I said I fancied you, I emant it."

XXX

When Bonnie met his eyes her green eyes were filled with vulnerability, but also determination.

"If you weren't you, maybe things would have been different. But you're a criminal, you have killed people and the prison riot toda was all you."

Kol flopped back against the bed. He was aware he was being dramatic, but he was unable to stop himself.

"My bloody family business, sometimes it's the bane of my existence."

"So do something else."

Bonnie's hands were still on his ribs. Her light touch was doing maddening things to insides. He had to close his eyes and truly focus on controlling himself. Perhaps it would have been easier if he had had some relief since he met her, but there had been none. Thogh, with the way he felt about Bonnie there was a strong possibility a distraction wouldn't have made a difference.

"not that easy," he said through grit teeth. Then he said something he would probably regret later. "However, if I could I would do it for you."

He snuck a peak at Bonnie. She had her hed turned to the side. She was chewing on her bottom lip and she looked like she was wrestling with something.

"Just stop, okay? Stop trying to seduce me because I can't do this with you. I've been through the wringer before with boyfriends and I have just had the worst day of my life, and I can't take naythng else."

The hard expression on her face had changed. She looked unhappy and her lower lip trembled. Her whole body shook and she looked like she was breaking. The things she had otld him just now, they pained him. He neer wanted Bonnie to have cause to look like this and he certainly never wanted to be the cause of it. Yet here they were. She had just had the worst day of her life and it was all because of him.

Without thinking, Kol pulled her to his chest. She sounded as if she was crying and she didn't resist. Instead, she leaned against his chest, her face buried in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and stroked her back.

"Hush now, sweetheart," he whispered. He brushed his lips across the top if her head. "You're safe here. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

She hit his chest. "This is all your fault and now I'm – I'm breaking down in front of you!"

"Hush, my sweet. I've got you."

XXX

Bonnie filled with fear and sadness. She couldn't believe she was crying in front o fKOl Mikaelson of all people. Wha twas more unbelievable was that he was comforting her. It was the second time today, she had broken down and he took care of her. That intimacy, what it implied, it terrified her.

"Oh God, I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Kol chuckled. "Don't be silly, my sweet. I would never hurt you. I wish there was some way I could prove it to you. Tell me what I can do."

"Take me home," Bonnie said speaking between sobs.

"Ecept that," he stroked her back and his voice was weirdly soothing given that this was all his fault. "You must be exhausted sweetheart."

His fingers stroked the tears away from underneath her eyes. Bonnie was starting to feel more like herself again and she sat up. She moved away from him and wiped away the tears using the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

"I'm fine. I – just forget it, alright?"

Kol was watching her with a soft expression. "If hat's what you want. I'll have Thierry or katie get you some coffee."

"Right, I can't sleep," Bonnie sighed. "I've been at work since 4 am and it's now," she checked the time on her watch. "Four in the afternoon."

"You're tired. That's all. Once you get some rest, you'll feel better."

"I wouldn't count on it," she stated dryly.

XXX

As it turned out, Bonnie didn't need to worry about falling asleep. It wasn't long after she treated Kol that Katie returned. She knocked tentatively on the door before coming inside carrying a large duffel bag.

"Already?" Kol asked raising eyebrow.

That made Bonnie raise an eyebrow. When had his mood changed? Then on second thought, things were looking up for him no matter what. He was not seriously injured and he was not in prison so it was a definitive improvement upon his life from yesterday.

"Disguises take time Kol or would you prefer that our exit from the city is as conspicuous as we can make it?" KKatie asked batting her lashes innocent at him.

Kol laughed and had a swig of his drink.

"Disguises?" Bonnie questioned.

Both sets of eyes turned to her. "Disguises," the said in unison.

Bonnie groaned. "This is getting worse by the second. First I almost get gang raped, twice, then kidnapped and now you want to let Kate disguise me?"

Katie rolled her eyes and Kol chuckled.

As it turned out, Katie started with Kol. Not that Bonnie could blame her. With the mood Bonnie was in, she was sure Kol was an easier target.

Bonnie watched disinterestedly as Katie cut kol's hair. His long hair that hung down his forehead was cut to a shorter, more stylish look. She hated to admit it, but it did suit him. Then Katie insisted he shave the day old stubble.

"I think we should color your hair as well," Katie said when he returned clean-shaven. "You're still too recognizable."

"Yes, and it would be bad if the criminal was in prison," Bonnie asdi with a saccharine smile and a tone of oice that was sweet.

Kol shot her an exasperated look. "I can you're scared out of yoru wits. What a truly harrowing ordeal this must be for you."

Bonie shot him an evil stare in return. "You're hilarious. What are you the funny mob boss?"

"I'm not a mob boss, exactly," he tilted his head ot the sid and gaave her a pensive look. "It's organized crime. Though I supposed to the layman it's the same."

"You know I always dramed of being an afficianado of the criminal underworld."

Katie laughed. Seeing Kol's displeased look, she covered her mouth with her hand.

"What do you propose to do about my apperance," Kol said looking as if he were caught between the desire to laugh and growl.

"I am so glad you asked. I'm thinking we dye your hair a few shades darker."

Kol growled. "Haiir dye?"

"It'll change your appearance drastically."

"You could go bleach blonde," Bonnie suggested.

Kol growled in her direction. "That is not funny, my ever charming doctor."

"It is to me," Bonnie replied a smile.

"Wow, you two need to get a room," Katie said with an eye roll.

Then she proceeded to boss Kol into a chair. Bonie was starting to get seriously bored with all of this by the time they were done.

Kol's hair had been darkeend to a shade that was nearly black. It made his eyes more intense and his skin paler. With his stubble gone, Bonnie had to admit it did make him look different. Older and more dangerous.

Where had before looked like an unruly, early-twenties something hottie, he now looked the part of mob boss or head of the criminal udnerwrold. Whatever the right term was.

Once that was done, Katie turned to her with a friendly smile. "Your turn,doc. And believe me, I have been looking forward to giving you a makeover. Youre so pretty and all you do is hide it."

Bonie swallowed nervously. "You're aa nurse, I'm not sure you're wualified –"

"I'm also ahair dresser and makeup artist. Trust me, youre in good hands."

That did not alleviate her fears.

Katie put a wig on her when Bonnie refused to let her cut or dye anything. Bonnei suspected Katie would have wrestled her to the ground to let her do the makeover, but Kol intervened. He told Katie to find another solution since Bonnie did not consent to the maakeover.

The wig she chose was a short pixie cut. It had long bangs. The color was black with a few blonde streaaks interspersed. Bonnie had to admit once it was on, it wasn't aas bad she had feared. The short hair framed her face aand brought out her high cheekbones and big eyes. Until this moment, Bonnie hadn't realized she had big eyes. They were pretty, she had to admit to herself. To kaite, she just made an indistinct noise at the back of her throat.

Then Katie went to work on her face. She did up her whole face with contouring and put heavy gold and brown eyeshadow on her eyelids. A look, which she completed with false eyelashes. Naturally, she applied the red lipstick in a way that mad eher full lips look fuller. Her nose was different too, Bonnie noticed turning her face side to side.

The overall effect was transformative. She looked pretty and elegant, but a lot more overdone than Bonnie ever would have walked around of her own free will. This looked like something one of her friends would wear. Bonnie on the other hand, never liked anything that made her noticeable.

This was that and more.

"I look like I am ready to go clubbing," Bonnie said with a glower at Katie.
"Exactly. And I did some tweaks to the rest of your face so you won't be picked up by facial recognition software."

"Perffect. No hope of being found and rescued then."

That was the precise moment, Bonnie decided to rescue herself. Earlier, she must have been in shock because saving herself hadn't even occurred to her. But now? Now, it was afully-formed thought and a half-baked plan. Once she knew where they were going to hole up a little more permanently, she would make a break for it.

Not now thugh, at the moment Kol was still too on the alert as was everyone else. Theyh were still keyed up from the escape. People running on adrenaline and fear were dangerous. So Bonnie would wait and make a break for it the second they lowered their guard.

Kol looked up from the phone he was surfing on. Katie had given it to him and he hadn't looked up from it since she did. He must be getting caught up on a lot of business. There was probably a lot he needed to get caught up on. She knew a lot of prisoners had cell phones, but the time they managed to sneak on them must be minimal.

When Kol finally looked at her, his eyes sauntered lazily over her. "You look lovely."

"Shut up."

Kol raised aan eyebrow in surprise. Katie on the other hand, burst out laughing.

"I really do like you, doc. Now come on, you should get changed and then we will go."

"Great, I'm so excited," there was no mistaking the sarcasm.

All the same, Bonnie let her hand her a bundle of clothes. She changed in the bathroom with the door partially open. To her surprise the outift was a simple day dress and a pair of white Toms.

Kol winked at her aand she glowered.

Yup, being kidnapped was a lot of fun.

They went next door to the other room. Stefan, Damon, Marcel and Thierry were all lounging. Well, Thierry and Marcle were looked as if they were busy as they went over a map of the city on a laptop. Damon was lounging with a drink in his hand and Stefan was simply staring out of the window.

When Kol saw, he grabbed Stefan by the shoulder and pulled him away.

"What part of stay out of the window, don't you understand, you cretin?" Kol hissed.

"I thought I saw Katerhine," Stefaan said. "I thought –"

"Don't be stupid," Marcel said. "Katherine is with Elijah, which is nowhere near here."

"In case you were wondering," Thierry said.

"And shouldn't you be more worried about where Rebekah is?" Kol asked his eyes black with irritation.

"She's waiting at the rendevouz. You know, Bekah she always sticks to the plan."

"Unlike your idiot brother," Kol said eyeing Damon in a distasteful way.

Damon didn't say anything. He just polished of his drink. He glowered at Kol through narrow eyes, his jaw ticking irritably. Something about his expression filled Bonnie with an enemous sense of dread.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, guys! I love it it totally motivates me to keep writing. What did you think of this chapter? How's the kennett tension? Kind of a filler chapter, but those are necessary too. What do you think of Bonnie and Kol's disguises? How are the criminals, creepy and petty enough? I'm fireismylement97 on tumblr if you want to leave me a kennett drabble request.

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