AN: Sorry for taking so long to update, but this chapter really kicked me where the sun doesn't shine. Not to mention Francesca went on vacation and is refusing to take my calls, so I had to do this one on my own. Anywhooo, enough of my putting me and Francesca's issues in the street, lets move on to something more productive. Like comment replies. First off, I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to favorite, follow, and comment on this WIP. I two step every time I get a notification. Okay, this one is for kpmindc...thanks for still rocking with the story even though Kennett is not your ish, so I'll do my best to keep this fic moving and the plot twisting. Zayiah...sorry if Damon and Stefan tap danced on your last nerve. I feel the same way every time I watch the show. Wish I could say I'm done with the Salvatores, but let's face it, can anyone ever truly be done with the Salvatores? As for Elijah, Bonnie's gonna really enjoy making him sorry. Nekilarose...Thanks for having love for my version of Abby. It always irked me how Persia's facial expression would always be on point, but her lines were never appropriate for the situation. So I just thought I'd help her out a little. NamesIsKohl...You're absolutely right, this story is weird. Blame my muse Francesca. She's drunk 99.999% of the time so things can get a little twisted. So if you're still riding, strap in. She's strange and I don't see that changing anytime soon. Whoa, this AN is out of control. By all means, take it away Disclaimer...
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Chapter 6
Sleep did not release Bonnie with care or in comforting stages. Slumber doused away the swirling abyss that held her captive with the harsh light of cold reality. Her sub-consciousness refused to repress or even water down a smidgen of the last twenty-four hours. Every event that took place slammed her mind all at once. The Necromancer Tonic, Esther's visit to inform of her plans of filicide, finding out Kol was an Original, being abducted by his brother, getting hit by a car (adjacent), going ten rounds with her ancestors, and almost being dropped kicked to the other side by her mother's surprisingly potent dark magic. Lucidity, along with her comrades, clarity and revelation, had taken aim and fired shots that illuminated every level of her psyche. Ignorance was not to be her bliss.
Bonnie's eyelids snapped open. An abundance of shimmering turquois threaded with scarlet, glowed to give light to an otherwise darkened room. Kol's aura dampened her building anxiety, while relief unlocked her muscles. She'd managed to save him. She'd managed to save all of them. Even Klaus. Damn! Those saves couldn't be avoided, though. Not even Elijah's. Double damn! They were collateral rescues.
The pillow top mattress she lay on was unfamiliar, but the hard pec pressed against her cheek was not. The firm hill belonged to the Original vampire who, by law of nature, should've been her sworn enemy. Instead, he focused her thoughts and stilled her nerves. Nothing between them made a bit of sense, but sense flew out the window two years ago when two vampires hot stepped it into town.
"You've been slumbering for several hours, little Love." The melodic lilt of Kol's voice slayed the silence in the room. "Had I not heard the steady beat of you heart I would've succumb to worry."
"You don't need to worry about me, Kol. No matter how many times I've fallen, there's never been a time I haven't gotten back up." When she tried to smile her lips barely achieved a tremble.
The expression on his face remained impassive, but his chocolate brown irises burned with sentiments she didn't know well enough to even begin to understand. "The amount of magic you wielded at the witches' property could've killed you. You're powerful but far from invincible. You should've relinquished the spell when I advised you."
"That wasn't an option," She said, pulling herself in a sitting position while shaking her head.
"It was always an option," Kol countered, sitting up as well. The sting of his gaze on the side of her face, incited her magic to swirl beneath the surface of her skin. "You just chose not to consider the alternative. To do so was unwise and beyond reckless."
"I don't care, Kol," she said, attempting to put as much force behind her words as her weakened body would allow. "Watching you die will never be an option I'll ever consider."
"Why-,"
"Don't ask me why," she said, raising a hand to halt his question, "because, I'm not sure what's going on between us. What I do know is, watching Alaric dagger you resolved every doubt I had about stopping your crazy ass mother."
"So you harbored doubts over saving me?" He questioned in a voice that barely crested over a whisper.
"Only because it meant saving Klaus and Elijah too," she said, without a stutter of hesitation. "But when I saw the magic animating, drain from your eyes and skin…" she clenched her back teeth, while shaking her head. "I would've stopped Esther from killing you even if it meant saving Jack the Ripper in the process."
An expression Bonnie couldn't read skipped across Kol's face. "It's quite amusing you'd say-,"
"Agh!" She wailed. The dull throb behind her left eye sharpened. A blinding shooting pain penetrated her brain to pierce the center.
Kol moved at vamp speed to occupy the space in front of her on the mattress. He then cradled her face in his hands. "Do you ache?"
Did she ache? Bonnie's magic had damn neared her, and left only quivering chunks and fragments of her in its wake. There wasn't one piece and part of her that didn't throb. Hell, agony even gnawed on her soul. She held his concerned gaze.
"A little," she lied.
"Here." A fraction of a second later the sound of fangs tearing into flesh met her ears, and then a bloody wrist floated only inches away from her mouth. "Take from me what you need." He whispered next to her ear as he smoothed the hair from her face. "Even if it's the last drop you require, little Love."
Droplets of blood dripped on her jeans and the silk down duvet. This entire scene should've reunited her with the cheeseburger and fries she'd wolfed down earlier, but anticipation gripped her gut as a shocking replacement for nausea. If her excitement at the thought of guzzling his blood wasn't twisted enough, then to add ecstasy to a complete mind fuck, her mouth began to water to the point of drooling. The hell?
A smug grin tainted Kol's captivating mouth. He lifted a hand and with the pad of his thumb, he dabbed away the dribble from the corner of her lips. Embarrassment should've ate her raw, but she was thirsty. And that thirst slaughtered her embarrassment, while tempting her with the promise of ancient magic and eternal life. She had to have him. In fact, she had to have every drop of his Original ass.
The notion of his life force gushing down her throat slung her instincts into a frenzy. Such thoughts also incited those impulses to trample every last one of her reservations. With not even a tenth of shame remaining to hold her in check, she yanked the offered limb to her mouth and drank. The instant his blood entered her system, her magic swarmed each of his cells faster than thirst buckets would flood Drake if he ever found himself dropped in the middle of a T.H.O.T convention.
The power in her greedily accepted Kol's offer by taking his essence to the very center of her sorcery. A gasp interrupted the slow even flow of his breath. Low guttural growls thundered within his chest. Wickedness glinted his chocolate brown eyes as he buried a hand in her hair. His fingers tangled themselves in her roots. Sharp nails dug into her scalp as he forced more of his wrist into her mouth.
Bonnie swallowed his sweet tangy life force by the mouthful. Gulping him down so fast, she choked and gagged more than a drunk chick doing a keg stand, but she couldn't stop. Not even if it meant saving the world. No amount of him would ever be enough. In fact, every time he healed she used her magic to reopen the wound.
"Little Love," he gasped as his grip tightened. "Please…don't even think to spare a drop…take it all…I beseech you…bleed me out."
Kol's pleas made her eyes cross, while his gasps and groans begged the lower half of her to get involved. She actually had to force herself not to hump his damn leg. He was driving her crazy and breaking her way pass the point of repair. At the conclusion of them, there could be no one else. Because if truth was being sold by the pound, what other man, warlock, vampire, or werewolf would ever shine bright enough to be free of Kol Mikaelson's shadow? Not even a progeny of the sun could achieve such a fete.
As Bonnie continued to consume the faint traces of potent witch sorcery from his blood, her power longed to once again reside in his ancient magical essence. Before two thoughts could come together in a coherent notion as to why she shouldn't, she tilted her head until the entire side column of her throat was bared.
In a speed that travelled way beyond the capability of vamp abilities, Bonnie found herself flat on her back with Kol's nose and mouth buried in the crook of her shoulder. One of her hands left his wrist to caress the nape of his neck. She applied a slight amount of pressure hoping he'd get the message and snatch them both from the throes of an unresolved ending.
"Bonnie," he breathed into her ear. "I want nothing more than to engage in an extensive round of blood play with you. Unfortunately, there are things which must be discussed. Things concerning the events that transpired at the witch's property after you took your leave," he murmured between nibbles on her earlobe.
The underworked selfish bitch in her wanted to tell him to shut the hell up and bite her. However, ignoring whatever troubles that waited would only increase the mess she'd have to deal with later. So reluctantly, she pulled her mouth away from his wrist. She ran her tongue across her teeth to savor the very last drop of him. The scant reminder of his magical life force, overwhelmed her senses. While his earlier pleas hammered her eardrums.
An involuntary moan tangled itself in her vocals chords as the rest of his essence slid down her throat. The throb which assaulted various parts of her body receded and converged on one focal point. The apex of her thighs. A dull ache pounded her core until wet heat seeped from her to extend the Original…her Original a very slippery invitation to one of the most exclusive places on Earth.
Kol's nostrils flared. His face blurred between creature and fallen angel. Low drawn out growls forced soul shaking vibrations into her chest cavity. The exquisite sensation served to intensify the throb. Her favorite pair of granny panties became collateral damage. Normally, when her hormones got loose, her fingers came to the rescue. This time however, double clicking the mouse wouldn't do. No, she needed the man or abomination—depending on who you asked—on top of her, a hell of lot more than she needed her hand.
"Why you smell positively inviting. I suspect that means the Necromancer Tonic has finally passed from your delectable person. Yet, can one ever truly be sure without concrete evidence to legitimize suspicions? No, I think not, little Love. Wait here, while I inspect." His voice left his lips in a breathy whisper, before he descended her body to bury his face in the center of her thighs. After several deep inhales, he lifted his head. Her breath caught. He'd shaken his human façade to the left for his all too real vamp appearance and a set of fully extended fangs. "Perhaps, we do have time for a brief bloodletting."
Bonnie should've kicked him in the damn face and hauled ass out of there, but the twisted side of her that got off on torturing hybrids and giving vampires aneurysms, yelled: Bitch, chill! He's about to make it hurt sooo good. The premonition provoked Bob Marley to croon in anticipation, while trembling hands shot from her sides to fumble with the button on her jeans.
Kol laughed, his tone all rasp and sharp edges. He gently knocked her clumsy fingers away. "Please, extend me the privilege of disrobing your faultless body, my enchanting seductress. After all, I have waited a full forty-eight hours for you. That's longer than I've ever waited for anyone in my human or undead life."
Oh damn! The pressure was on and she didn't know what the hell she was doing. "M-maybe I should shower first," she said, suddenly remembering her day of Necromancer hell and a very sticky code brown situation. "There was an altercation between me and a cow patty today."
A little 'me' time could buy her a minute or thirty to Google some things on her phone and hose down the hedges. The last thing she wanted was for Kol Mikaelson to upchuck on the punani because of an odor factor. Especially, since it would be the first time Bob Marley rocked the mic. What kind of fan would she be if she let him hit the stage unprepared? Because, let's face it. She had quite the harry situation going on south of the belly button. For the sake of being real, it looked like Lil' Wayne was giving her face time down there. Not to mention, her granny panties were never meant to see, sunlight, moonlight, or any light that wasn't her bedroom light.
"That doesn't matter to me, Lovely," he said, while tugging her jeans from her body. "I'll have you know, I once copulated in a manure infested stable with a fetching scullery maid who had an odd proclivity for smearing herself in horse dung while being taken hard and fast from behind. You smell nowhere near as foul as she. In fact," he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, "your scent is downright mouthwatering."
Oh shit! He didn't want to wait. "Look, I'm not sure of the type-,"
The snap of Kol's neck, and the flash of teeth was the only warning she received before his fangs punctured her thigh. Soon as her essence circulated its way through his body, deep seated bliss had her clawing at the duvet. She wailed from the bases of her lungs. Pleasure induced spasms radiated from where he'd plunged his razor-sharp enameled daggers into her femoral artery. The tiny convulsions collided with the bundle of nerves secreted away in the folds of Bob Marley. Each spasmodic hit twisted her bucking frame like a pretzel. As Kol's repeated growls provoked her to pull viciously at his hair.
When she arrived at the conclusion she was about to pass (the fuck) out, hell kicked Kol's door off the hinges. The darkened room exploded in brilliant light. A blur of a beyond pissed hybrid bled into existence followed by a horrified Caroline, an utterly shocked but smirking Rebekah, and a rather impassive Elijah.
The Original going to town between her thighs was so turned out by her blood, he gave a superb impersonation of Helen Keller. Kol appeared not to see shit or hear a damn thing! That is, until Klaus grabbed him by the back of his neck and ripped him from her thigh. The hybrid launched his younger brother into the north wall on the far side of the room.
The instant Kol's fangs left her thigh, blood spurted from the artery like lava from an erupting volcano. Klaus tore into his wrist. Before he could offer her the dripping limb, Kol zipped behind him and broke his neck in two different places.
Her top lip quirked. Why the hell did he have to be so extra all the time? "Search all you want, but there is no chance in hell I'd ever drank from Klaus."
"What about Heaven and Earth, Darling? Because it would not bode well for anyone involved if a chance of you drinking from my brother has a clandestine place it dwells," Kol said, giving the Hybrid a kick to the rib for good measure.
"Was such a show of brutality necessary, Kol?" Elijah asked with puckered brows as he glanced over Klaus' crumpled frame.
"About as necessary as him bursting in here without knocking first," She said, while attempting to hold pressure on her erupting thigh.
"Your wails nearly brought down the walls. We feared Kol had lost his way yet again." Elijah's self-righteous glare bore into hers. "For all we knew, you could've been moments away from dying."
"I was dying, you pompous ass," she wheezed as her vision tunneled, "and I was loving every damn minute of it until you all came tearing through the door. You love to flaunt yourself as being so noble, yet you don't know the first thing about politeness or common courtesy."
"Bonnie, no!" Caroline cried, her face becoming a canvas of wrinkles and creases. "Please tell me you weren't gonna…not with Klaus' psycho little brother! Hell, I'd rather you give it another go with Jeremy."
"Jeremy, Care? Really?" Her glare swung to her best friend. "Why would you even…" She shook her head. "Just forget it, because this is neither the time nor place."
"Okay you're right," Caroline said as she bobbed her head in a nod. "Screw baby Gilbert. He never deserved you, but neither does that Original asshole. He's a psycho, Bon-,"
"Stop calling him that, Care!" The lights flickered. "He has a damn name. Use it!"
The corners of Kol's mouth stretched to touch each of his ears. "My word is yours, little love. You will always discover your death in my arms. Even if I have to stab you repeatedly, until we're both drenched in sweat and-,"
"Kol!" Elijah and Rebekah yelled in unison.
"Promises, Promises," she said, attempting to decompress her over inflated inner bitch with mindless banter.
"Something's different about you, Witch," Rebekah said, addressing her for the first time in…ever! "Have you managed to gain yourself a passenger?"
"A who?" She cocked a brow.
The blonde Original took a few steps closer to the bed and ran an appraising glance of over her. "Vyjdi!"
"Bekah!" Kol rolled his eyes toward the ceiling with a sigh that lasted about five seconds too long. "Bonnie doesn't have a passenger, you twit. Now leave so we may talk. There are still events she's not aware of."
Kol impaled his sister with piercing glare that she ignored. Instead, she strutted closer to the bed until she stood over Klaus, gazing down at his body. "Why the devil would you provoke him, you Ass? There will be no peace nor quiet to be found in this house when Nik awakens."
"Be that as it may, Baby Sister. Niklaus was met with the end he so foolishly pursued." Kol stepped over the lifeless hybrid's body. "He had a mind to feed Bonnie from his wrist and I'll not tolerate anyone giving blood to my mate. If she's in need then I'll be the one to provide."
"Your mate?" Bonnie asked, her tone hoarse and vision slightly fuzzy around the edges. "Since when?"
Kol's earnest chocolate colored gaze met hers, "Well it's a subject, I'd planned to discuss in-,"
"Well is it your intent to offer Ms. Bennett your blood or your purpose to allow her to exsanguinate before our eyes, brother?" Elijah's snooty tone demanded.
"My intentions for Bonnie is of no consequence to you or any-,"
"Kol." Bonnie rasped, through gritted teeth as spots began to pepper her vision. She waved a heavy arm over her oozing thigh. "Sorry to interrupt, but do you mind fixing this?"
"Of course." He sat next to her on the bed. "Many apologies, my darling."
Using a nail, Kol sliced open his carotid.
"You're becoming quite the exhibitionist, Kol." Rebekah scoffed. "Are you really going to give the witch your throat…in front of us all? Why not just bloody mount her too?"
"You're all invited to leave, baby sister," he countered without looking at the blonde Original.
"Oh you would just bloody love that wouldn't you?" Rebekah folded her arms across her chest. "I leave and you two may not stumble from this nest of love until next eve. No, Big Brother. I'm not going anywhere. There are plots at play that requires all of my daffy brothers' attentions. Even yours."
Ignoring his sister, Kol leaned across Bonnie's body to offer his neck. Her tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. Her vessels squirmed way beneath the surface of her skin. What the hell was she allowing Kol Mikaelson to do to her? Was it his mission to get her completely strung out on him and have her looking cray in front of his family and her best friend?
The blood that pooled within the jagged edges of the laceration on his neck, distracted her from her thoughts. However, the expressions in the room, ranging from stunned to scandalized, prompted her hesitation.
"Maybe we should do this somewhere more private," she murmured, dropping her forehead to his.
"Give them no regard, Bonnie. There's only you and me. Everyone else is irrelevant," he whispered, before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Now take me into your lovely body so you may heal yourself."
He then angled his neck with her watering mouth. Well, if he insisted! The last of her reservations jumped out of her head as if her conscience had burst into flames. Free of shame and guilt, her hand fisted in the messy sable colored hair at the back of his head. She brought him closer until her breasts were flattened by the press of his hard chest. Not even a tenth of a second later her mouth latched on to the side of his neck. Moans and growls melded together to produce a symphonic aphrodisiac that would've made Mozart weep and Beethoven break his piano.
"Sweetie, okay that's enough. Much as I hate agreeing with Rebekah…she's right. A vampire tapping a carotid in front of people, is the equivalent of having sex in public," Caroline said, her voice drawing closer.
"Will you just shut it, you bloody prig," Kol snapped as he cradled the nape of Bonnie's neck in the palm of his hand to hold her in place. "Dirty birds like you are all the same. Human or vampire it matters not. You disparage beauties like my little love when they dare take their pleasure wherever it's found. All the while secretly wishing someone despicable will come along and stick their wicked fingers in your knickers. Now be honest, your Vapidness. This is making you just a little randy, now isn't it?"
"Watching you and my best friend mewling louder than a bag of cats is not a turn on for me," Caroline hissed.
In that moment Bonnie knew she should've intervened on Care's behalf, because none of what Kol perceived about her best friend was even remotely true. Caroline just happened to be the classic lady in the streets and let Tyler tell it, an Amazonian/Dominatrix in the sheets. And that's exactly what she would've said if her mouth wasn't full. But since it was there was just no helping her because even if it would stop certain politicians from tweeting, she just couldn't seem to tear her mouth from Kol's neck.
"Save your frigid words, wench." Kol's arm slid around her waist to drag her closer. "The stench of your excitement not only betrays your tongue, but it greatly offends me. My little Love's arousal is the truest scent of desire. To inadvertently inhale the very essence of your remarkably unremarkable core is rather jarring. In fact, it's the equivalent of taking your leave from the kitchen of a gourmet restaurant to step inside an outhouse, which is unquestionably being utilized by humans suffering with dysentery."
Rebekah snorted, while Elijah pretended to cough. A moment later, a slap of heels against marble moved towards the door.
"Since you're removing yourself from our wanton presence, why not drag Nik along with you, sweet Caroline?" Kol's voice wavered when she sank her teeth in his neck to keep the wound open.
Bonnie rolled her eyes when the heels came to a halt. He might as well had flashed red at a bull, because the bull would eventually give up. "You know what? I'm not going anywhere, psy-…Kol! Not until I have conversation with Bonnie first. Bet you haven't even told her Abby's in transition."
Caroline's accusation snatched her down from a hellified blood high.
Bonnie wrenched her mouth from its new favorite place to glare at Caroline. "The hell?"
"Ugh, I knew it!" A sneer curved her lips as she folded her arms across her chest. "He didn't tell you?"
"I didn't give him a chance," Her gaze sought Kol's. "This is what you wanted to talk about, isn't it?"
"Yes," he admitted, while tracking Care's movements with unblinking eyes. He reminded her of one of those predators lurking in the Bush on National Geographic.
His predatory focus unnerved her so much, she grab his chin to force his gaze back to hers. "Kol, tell me about Abby."
He blinked once, and then twice, before heat seeped back into his cold calculating stare. "She attempted to use her magic while it was still in a volatile state to bring the elder Salvatore to heel, but her powers turned on her."
"And because she had Damon's blood in her system, she's now in transition. Shit," she rested her forehead on his shoulder. "Abby's never gonna turn. She hates vampires."
"You're undoubtedly correct, Ms. Bennett. It's highly unlikely she will," Elijah said, taking a step closer to the bed. "Never in recorded history, has there ever been a Bennett Witch to transition into a Vampire."
Bonnie's head snapped up, ready to pounce. She'd rather be pissing mad than feel utterly helpless. "Yet, you had Damon feed my mother his blood knowing full damn well, she'd rather die than become a vampire?"
Unease slithered across Elijah's features as he took a step back. "To protect myself and siblings from extinction. Surely, you of all people must understand my reasoning, Ms. Bennett?"
"No." She shook her head so hard her neck popped. "The people I ride for have barely even lived one lifetime, while you and your siblings are working on your tenth! There's not that much living in the damn world, Elijah! And it's sure as hell not a good enough explanation or excuse to sentence Abby to your fate!"
"Survival," Elijah said.
Her eyebrows collided. "What?"
"My siblings and I, have survived for over a thousand years, not lived. You see there is a blatant distinction between those two words." Elijah straightened his tie, and then tugged on the cuff of each of his sleeves. "Because of our tyrant of a father, there are many things we have yet to experience. Things you and your imbecilic friends take for granted daily."
"Only because you and your family won't back the hell off," Caroline said, jabbing her finger in Elijah's direction.
The older Original continued speaking like Care hadn't said a damn word. "Why must we sacrifice our existence for you or your mother just because your life span is substantially shorter? For if the value of life was weighed by the lack of number of years one has lived, then your lives has even less significance than that of a fruit fly."
"Well done, brother," Rebekah said, raising her chin, while leveling her and Caroline with an expression fit for a queen who ruled over nothing. "I for one refuse to feel even a pittance of distress over your actions. Had it not been for you, we'd all be commiserating on the other side by now."
"Baby sister, do me a kindness and shut it." Kol craned his neck to glare at Rebekah over his shoulder. "Elijah's fatuous plan would've seen us all to our graves. Had it not been for my wildly talented witch, Fate would've had her arbitrary way with the lot of us."
"You are mistaken, Kol," Elijah said, sending his brother a pointed glare. "You see my plotting served as a catalyst. Had it not been for me-," his sentence screeched to a halt when the smoke that wafted from his tie reached his nostrils. Once aware of the flames devouring the silk material, he slapped at his chest and stomach with an obsession which could only be described as severely devout.
"Had it not been for you, my mom wouldn't be in transition and Kol would've never been daggered." Bonnie wiggled from under the cover of her Original's blessed body. She slid from the bed and held herself with all the justified fury of a young Angela Davis. "Your stupid plots made everything worse."
"Honey, are those granny panties you're wearing?" Caroline gasped. "Wait…why the hell are there ruffles on the back?"
"Never mind the bloomers." Rebekah waved away Care's words with a flapping hand. "What's that bit there?" The blonde Original wagged a finger at Bob Marley and her bikini line. "Is that hair escaping from the crevices of your knickers? And what of that bulge…or you undergoing a transition of your own, witch?"
"Stay back, sister," Elijah said, his face more animated than she'd ever seen. "That growler most certainly has teeth."
"Careful, brother," Kol seethed through the clench of his teeth. "Or we'll see how well you blunder around your blessed eternity once I separate your head from your shoulders."
"Bon," Caroline's hand flew to cover her open mouth. "When's the last time you visited Madam Sasha for the Brazilian?"
"It's been a couple of years, Care," she said, trying tug her t-shirt over her underwear. "Every week there's someone new who wants to kill Elena."
"Then you should leave the young doppelganger to her fate. Your undercarriage is in dire need of renovation and landscaping, Ms. Bennett," Elijah had the damn nerve to say and an even bigger nerve to laugh.
Genuine amusement actually glittered in his eyes and his delight pissed her off! She jabbed a finger at the older Original and the hem of his pants began to smolder. Elijah's laughter morphed into cries of distress as he danced around the room kicking out his legs and shaking each limb in attempts to staunch the flames.
Unmoved by his ridiculous parade, her hand shot over head. "I've had it up to here and beyond with all of your double dealing and switch out ways. So I'm putting your, wanna be honorable, ass on notice. The next time you cross me will be the last time you cross anybody. Even if I have to binge watch every single episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer to find the creative drive I need to end your over expired ass, I will."
"Honey, you may wanna find another show to reference. Things didn't end so well for Buffy-," Caroline began.
"That's sooo not the point, Care," she snapped.
The blonde vampire raised her hands and mouthed, "Sorry."
Kol stepped behind her and dropped the comforter on her shoulders. "Who's Buffy?"
"I'll explain later," she said, placing a hand on his. "Now, I should probably check on Abby. Where is she?"
"I placed her in the room down the hall," Elijah said with a scorched tie in hand and the temptation to kill present and accounted for in his nut brown eyes.
She dismissed the older Original without sparing him another glance or word. "Care, do you mind going to my house and picking me up a change-,"
"Done," the blonde said, patting the overnight bag hanging from her arm. "Abby's still sleeping, so you can shower, change, and maybe even shave before she wakes up."
"Go on." Kol gave her a nudge towards the door. "There are restroom accommodations where she's staying. Take whatever time is needed to say your goodbyes." When she turned to walk towards the door, his fingers tangled with hers to hold her in place. "Know also I'm here for anything you may require. All you need do is ask, little Love."
A vision of him sitting behind a piano burst to life in the walls of her mind. He sang to her the most beautifully ridiculous song she'd ever heard, while everyone they cared about looked on just as enthralled by him as her. When her third eye strained to make out details, the brilliant flash of colors and light began to fade until eventually only dense blackness remained. Afterwards, she stood there for a moment attempting to retrigger the premonition, but her third eye refused to give her another glimpse.
"My darling?" Kol rested the palms of his hand on her cheeks. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Bonnie stood on the tips of her toes to brush her lips against his before murmuring, "thank you." For everything now and to come…she silently added.
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