Chapter 4 - No Need for Company
"A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love." - William Butler Yeats
Jeremy sighed. Damon was calling him. So there it was: Another distress in Mystic Falls. Jeremy wished that whatever problem it was it would be solved by itself when he didn't answer the phone. Besides, he didn't feel like dealing with anything. Not without Bonnie.
Through all this time it had been her that kept her sister alive and now without her, he felt as vulnerable as he never felt before. And then there was also the new boyfriend of his sister – Damon. It only disgusted him to see them together so he started to avoid them completely and moved in with Matt. Hesitantly, he grabbed his phone. "What, Damon?"
"I can't reach Bonnie," Damon said impatiently.
Jeremy sighed. "Like I said, she's out of town!"
"Then tell me where she is, Gilbert! I need the witch pronto!"
As if his grief wasn't enough he had to deal with the new psycho-boyfriend of his sister now! "I promised her not to tell anyone, okay?" Jeremy sounded annoyed. "Just wait until the summer-break's over."
"Really, Gilbert?" Damon snorted. "Silas is walking around in my brother's body launching threats promising the famous Hell on Earth and you're sticking to a stupid promise?" After a long silence Jeremy cleared his throat. "Look, Damon, I'm not supposed to tell you this, just don't tell anyone okay? Not Elena, Caroline, Matt or Tyler, anyone!"
"Shoot, little Gilbert!"
Damon was already grabbing his car keys in the expectation Jeremy would finally come out of that so secret current place of Bonnie's when he felt a stitch in his ribs. Did he just capture that right? His story didn't make any sense!
"What?" He asked that in the hope to hear another version of Jeremy's words but all he said was "Bonnie is dead, Damon!"
Actually, it all made sense now: The appearance of the ghosts, the veil, the ghosts disappearing again and Silas freed from her spell - the spell that had turned him into stone. The spell she put herself into through gritted teeth just to stop him; to save this damn town making Damon watch her with admiration. He always asked himself how a fragile body as Bonnie's could bring up such a great power. Damn powers. In the end, they had brought her nothing but trouble.
"Damon, are you there?" Jeremy was shouting the second time. "What, Gilbert?" The last thing Damon wanted was having an emotional talk with the little kid. He didn't feel like comforting anyone. "You can't tell anyone, do you understand?" Damon groaned. How many times was he going to remind him of that now? What did Bonnie find that interesting about this annoying kid. And how could she ever swap places with him.
Damon let out an outraged laugh. He knew exactly why. It wasn't him she sacrificed herself for. The scene of the Founder's Day Parade struck his mind. He had just thanked Bonnie for saving him from the fire and all she said was "I did it for Elena." That sentence seemed to sum up all her life now. Damon was still standing there motionless, in the midst of the living room. He didn't want to feel this pain. Why was he thinking of her haughty look and the eternal anxiety in her eyes whenever Elena was in danger? Why couldn't he just ignore her death? Letting out an outraged scream Damon threw his phone against the wall. Pieces of steel rained on the carpet. When did the selfish Damon not-ever-leaving-Elena's-side Salvatore start to care about the witch?
Kol wiped off the image in his head. It was the image of the witch with a helpless impression on her face, sitting in the darkness. She had fooled him with her fake proposal, trapped him, now, it was the day for payback. And since when did he re-think his acts of revenge? It was nothing she didn't deserve. Besides, even if it was for a brief moment, she had seen his weakness, the empathized look that stood out of his mask once he found out about her death. The way that turned out for him was a proof that pity was nothing but trouble. It made you vulnerable and weak. And weakness was the thing Kol loathed the most.
As he was speeding faster and faster the landscape of endless fields vanished and logs of cement occurred in front of him. Kol hated the grey on the streets winding through the clone-buildings. It was like they were choking the green of the fields swallowing everything that reminded him of being alive. He didn't even bother to explore the neighborhood. The Original kept walking without giving a second glance at the beings around him. Apparently, they were all reapers.
Right now, all he wanted was getting to New Orleans. It seemed to be the place where he felt alive. Or at least Kol liked to think that. He had such a tragic scenario in his mind: The Original returning to the place of his luxury-life once again burning it to the ground. It would be the final scene, the punishment of the place within its shallow people; The punishment of Marcel who apparently saw himself as the king of the town. But, as tempting it sounded, he wasn't going to do that. This time, he wasn't going to waste his time for brats like Elena or acts of revenge. He was just going to have some fun - unless someone provoked him.
It was getting dark when Kol saw the massive building with a sign bearing the letters "Identification Check". There it was- the gate. A triumphant smile flashed over his lips. He had always known he could trust his instincts. He was going to leave the witch in the cold, black pit and take off into an entertaining night.
When he was about to pass the great entrance of the building the graduation dress releasing the bronze taint of the witch's back flashed in his mind. He knew he shouldn't have regarded her that intensely. Fortunately, Kol was not some pathetic falling for the mojo of a teen-witch. Nothing would stop him from passing the gate now.
"Wait there," the bored voice belonged to a red-haired woman. She was standing at the end of the hall behind a counter; seemingly, she was some kind of official. Kol felt like playing along for a change and just stood still while a massive man approached him. It was a giant with well-built arms. He was wearing a black suit. "Identity?" The giant growled. "Kol," The young Mikaelson grinned. "Kol Mikaelson."
Bonnie coughed. Once the sky above her had gone dark she had started to shiver. Whatever place this was, its nights were freezing cold. She slung her arms around her body. The fabric of her graduation dress was sheer. It was perfect for a dance inside the decorated school gym but useless for a night outside.
The mockery of Sly was echoing in her head. "Is it because I tortured him?" Honestly, she didn't know why Kol crying in pain had bothered her at all. Wasn't she supposed to enjoy the torture of the Original? Bonnie tried to think of a good reason to hate him but all she had was his severe face and his look of commiseration. He tried to kill you, dammit, she thought. Shouldn't that be reason enough to hate him? And she had seen how their fellow sufferer thing turned out. This time he didn't offer his hand like he did at graduation day. He just had enjoyed seeing her in adversity. Besides, as Kol was not a trust-worthy person feeling the merest pity for him was dangerous. Beings like him exploited in these kinds of feelings for their malevolent actions. And Bonnie had enough of being pushed around by psychos.
Still, there was this feeling Bonnie was ashamed of. How could she feel guilt for the death of the youngest Mikaelson? Why did she feel like it was a bad thing to have deceived him? Like things would have turned out differently if they would have listened to him? She knew the answer. She was just a shallow girl falling for the deep look of a beast; the dark, mysterious eyes of Kol Mikaelson. It wasn't some kind of deep sympathy thing she felt for some Anti-Heroes of her favorite books; It couldn't be. After all, there was nothing to empathize to about Kol's character. "Where's your companion?"
Bonnie jumped with fright searching for all kinds of beings around her. As she looked up at the night sky she froze. There was a blond guy about the same age as her. He smiled friendly when there was no answer. "Let's get you out of here first."
The Original didn't care about what kind of being that was. This damn giant had cut his arm and had disappeared with his blood into a backroom for hours now. And another thing he loathed was being kept waiting. Finally, he returned with a document in his hand. "Where's your companion, Mr. Mikaelson?" Companion? Kol shrugged automatically with a broad grin on his face. "I'm the eternal maverick, I guess. No companion needed." The giant looked annoyed. "Where's the maiden Bonnie Bennett?"
"Why don't you go look for her by yourself?" Kol had definitely enough. "Now, if you wouldn't mind I have a schedule to stick on to." He wouldn't mind his size if it came to fighting him. Besides, he liked challenges. The giant kept calm, though. "You are not allowed to leave this realm without your registered companion," he said in a formal tone. The next minute the man clapped in his hands once and Kol was flashed outside. The Original stood right in front of the glass door. Now, wasn't that provocative? Without thinking twice, he kicked against it. His jaw stiffened when nothing happened. "I'm not leaving," he shouted playfully reminding the officials inside the building of his presence. "Actually, you already are."
Kol jumped back on his feet. How much he hated this place! He hated being controlled by Sly and apparently the reaper was not the only one that was stronger than him. The giant did not even try to pick up a fight. He did not see him as a threat. Self-assured as he was he just had touched Kol's forehead to send him back to the fields.
The Original walked through the traces across the field. Where was this bloody pit? And why wasn't he sensing anything? It was like his vampiric powers have been weakened. He gave in. He had to do this the human way. "Hey, little witch," he yelled through the night as he noticed the yawning void in the ground. "Your knight in shining armour," he announced through an almost perfect smile. A feeling of joy fanned out over him. Was he rejoiced over finally finding the pit - or over finding her even? It was just pathetic. After all, he had been strong enough to refuse to help her.
"Frankly, I just didn't have the heart to leave you behind." He said that to distract himself. He didn't want to think about the useless waves inside him. Relying on feelings was the pathetic way of mortals to survive their boring lives. Finally, as he had reached the pit his smile vanished. Far and wide, there was no witch; Just the sheer darkness that seemed to be covering his face like a curtain.
A/N: Hope, you enjoyed it! I will add hints about the next chapter later.
To SpringOfMay: Glad you like it! Kol seems to be pretty dissappointed not to find her. Well, he should have helped her out;) Not a good start for someone who calls himself Bonnie's knight in shining armour:)
