Title: Thicker Than Blood

Summary: Mikaelsons are like plague to Mystic Falls, Bonnie believed it. And now the return of youngest Original male had her in unfamiliar situation. The attraction is irresistible. AU.

Contains: Reincarnation, Romance, Drama and a bit of darkness.

Note: I don't own any of the characters from TVD or TO except this imaginary story-line. I mean no offense to any one. Story is not beta read. Rated T for now. Slow updates. Reviews are so much welcome!

Chapter will be in Kol's POV

0o 4 o0

0o Present o0

Years back, that cold war between the two Originals had killed many. Still it did not come to an end. As much Kol enjoyed fight and bloodshed, currently he was too exhausted for violence.

A part of him wanted to be alone for sometime.

Listening to Nik's whine about being together as a family did not change Kol's perception. In fact he wanted to leave him, leave them all. Tables turned out, all of them prepared to abandon Nik.

Kol did not feel any better.

He was too empty to feel.

Astonishing part was this: their mother, dead for centuries, killed by Nik, had come back to life.

What he did not understand was: why now, why not before?

Except for him and Nik, the rest of his siblings were in glee to see Esther walking along with them again. Nik was afraid, feeling guilty perhaps, while Kol's condition was something different. He was suspicious.

Gradually he came to know the witches from Bennett bloodline were responsible for her comeback.

The name Bennett stirred something inside him that he had step out to get some fresh air.

The world had become a stranger place, no doubt. Food, music, lifestyle were weird. But Kol had always managed to pick up the changes faster.

It was refreshing to see what his home - this town - had transformed to. Walking on the paved roads was not his style. Though, his little flower used to like small walks around the place.

He missed her.

Everything about the nature reminded of her.

There was an unusual, invisible hole in his chest. Almost it felt like he lost a part of him.

Nobody would ever know.

Ever.

Not even the dead girl, his little flower, had not known what she meant to him. He had not shared his feelings to her even though she expressed what she had felt for him.

And those feels would remain inside him forever.

He had lost many things which were close to the heart - humanity, magic and her.

However, he accepted he could not use the magic and he had to walk on this land like one of the Original vampires. But the separation was killing him.

It would take time.

Or he did not want to get out of this fucking pain.

The buzz of crowd fetched him back to the world of living. It was a small bar, really. People, youngsters probably, were at the place.

As much Kol wanted to step in and have a drink, maybe a snack, he stayed outside. He did not want to face the crowd, not in his grumpy self.

There could be ways to get his snack.

Perhaps he could find an isolated human. Games were not even in his mind as of now. He wanted a straight kill.

Lurking away from the place he found two people coming in the way. He used to enjoy hunting. He remembered how his little flower had shuddered when he killed first time in front of her.

She was merely a kid at the time.

But as the days, as the years had passed, she became miraculously understanding. Of course, right guidance would always give the better results. He was a good teacher, she told that herself - with her touch.

Her touch - Kol recalled her warmth.

He had become selfish to share her with the world, with his family.

0o 1909 o0

"You are hardly spending time with us, brother." Elijah pointed out in the gathering. "I hope this is not about the silly differences we have."

Kol stared at the glass of wine in his hand. Was it necessary to have this conversation with his brother now? Party was boring anyway. Everyone here was either ready to lick Nik's feet or absolutely clueless about the supernatural faction.

"Our silly differences are centuries old."

"That would not change our bond."

Kol could not help a snort. What bond was he speaking about? The younger brother had no clue. "I'm certain I don't understand where you want to go with this, brother."

"Elijah wants to make sure you are not planning anything stupid," Rebekah walked in casually, "that would cause hitch in the family relations."

Kol after taking his gulp looked around as he asked. "Where is Finn?" Feigning an expression, he added. "Oh right. Sleeping inside coffin for centuries. How forgetful of me."

His mockery earned him eye-roll from his sister and a glare from his beloved brother, Nik, across the room. Of course, he threw an ear at the conversation.

Elijah was tensed while Rebekah took an opportunity. "You do love to sneer in the wrong time, Kol."

"I stated fact. Though I admit Finn would have talked shit about our immortality, but was he supposed to stay daggered inside that box for centuries?" Kol spoke boldly, maintaining eye-contact with Nik. "This is no more a family, Rebekah. It is a spoiled child's game, if you ask me."

There was silence before he declared. "Now, if you excuse me, I'll retire from this boring party."

Party was not exactly boring. There were pretty girls he would love to taste, but his mind was with Bonnie.

That kid had challenged him about some spell.

Spell was not complex for the experienced, but her spirit intrigued him.

A witch, a kid challenged him.

He remembered the fire in her eyes when she had accepted the challenge he threw in her way. For a twelve year old, the spark was way too bright. The time period was defined, rules were defined.

Kol believed her capability, and all he wanted was to see her approach.

The journey back to her hideout was going to consume two days and one night. Yes, Kol was keeping her to himself only. No, he did not regret for a moment.

The kid should come into light when she was ready to handle her counterparts across the land at a time. She had to be stronger, focused and remain pure.

"Did you find any poor soul to toy with?" Rebekah put it out, and sipped her wine. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Kol. I know you would not be so eager to leave a party otherwise."

Kol's reply was careful with forced smirk. "Hmm, or maybe this party bored me to death." Looking at Elijah, he taunted. "I would have kept myself entertained, but you are particular about the rules."

It would be in this way; Him teasing and irritating every one of them. So that they would leave him alone.

Kol had enjoyed isolation until he found Bonnie. Now his preference was teaching a kid.

He simply wanted to go home.

0o Present o0

The sound of knocking boots against the ground brought him back.

Kol was amused about the development in women. They had become more fearless since the last time he walked on the earth. A female strode on the road, humming softly to herself. Her heartbeat was unchanging, until cool breeze kissed her and gave her goosebumps. She was mildly drunk, he smelled from that distance, and her scent was great.

Kol smirked faintly as he made up his mind for quick game. Using his theatrics he began playing with his prey, not giving a damn about the streetlight. Surroundings were not bright which was only fun element. The brunette stopped at the sound of whoosh, sensed some unfriendly presence around her. And then she was about to run when he appeared in front of her with "Boo."

She let out a cry and jumped one foot off the ground at least.

It all happened in seconds; his features changed, lunged at her, but then an immense pain hit him. The next minute he was on his knees, holding his head, and groaning.

The confused girl was glad of his suffering, and did not waste one more second to run.

Clearly Kol understood the migraine.

He would shred this witch into pieces. Of course, the few glasses of blood did not compensate years of sleep inside coffin. He was still weak. The witch withdrew, and let him recover.

Biggest mistake.

Panting, he heard an unfamiliar voice. "That's not the way you act in this town, vampire."

"You are dead," he murmured to the ground beneath him. His tone was barely audible to mortal ears.

She knew better, and maintained the distance. It would not change her fate anyway.

"If you are visitor, I will give you a pass and don't return." She warned him like a fool. "This town has had enough number of bloodsuckers rolling around."

Wariness in her tone did not go unnoticed.

Kol burned with anger while his condition improved. "Have you ever thought your bravery can get you killed, little witch?"

Slowly she stepped into light.

A gasp. Loss of words. Blank stare.

For sure, he was hallucinating, wasn't he? He could see her.

It was her.

His little flower was standing right in front of him, slowly putting her hand down and gaped at him.

No. No. No, it was not possible. He was not going mad, was he?

But her heartbeat wasn't lie, flesh and blood - he could feel them. His lips trembled, his vision blurred from moist, and had remembered he had to move. "Bonnie?" His tone filled with familiar emotion.

Once he was on feet, he breathed in her scent. It was different, and intoxicating.

The look in her eyes, as if she had seen some ghost, was only proof that she was real. Blood left her cheeks when moved to her.

She might be real, but she was not his Bonnie. His Bonnie had carried this aura that no one ever was comparatively closer. She was pure; His Bonnie was too pure to this world, to him.

His little flower used to have love and admiration in her eyes. This one - this one was thunderstruck.

And he failed in this situation.

He needed to get away, time to think and gather himself. So he sped away using his ability leaving her alone.

0o 4 o0

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