Chapter Ten

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Klaus, Caroline, Rebekah and Jeremy walked out of the mansion. Klaus was headed towards his sleek sedan. He searched his jean pockets for the keys. Caroline put a restraining arm out. "No way Klaus. My car has been good luck so far. We will stick to what works for us and besides I'm driving."

Klaus glared at her, his blue eyes narrowed and his lips scowling. All she did was stare back calmly with a hand on her slender waist until his face relaxed. It was her standard head cheerleader look, no one questioned that look.

The hybrid sighed reluctantly, "Fine we'll go in your little car."

Caroline brightened visibly, she was so good at getting her way but the reality was that her Ford was smaller and would maneuver easily through the streets and the debris littering them. While Klaus had a wonderful car it wasn't practical to their cause right now. As she smiled, the hybrid mirrored her expression. He loved the reaction that she had whenever she bested him. She was the only woman that could make him change his mind.

They all went to her car and got in. Klaus rode shot gun while Rebekah and Jeremy sat at the back. Caroline started the car and headed down the long winding drive.

Rebekah moved closer to Jeremy, she inhaled his neck. Her porcelain smooth nose brushing against his warm skin. "You smell divine." She breathed.

"Thanks, I think." Jeremy said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sister please leave baby Gilbert alone. You have had most of the men in this town, leave the young lad alone." Klaus snapped.

"Yes, Rebekah please put your junk back in the trunk. No one wants to see it." Caroline agreed. Her cheeks were flaming as she watched the Original vampire in the back seat getting up close with her friend.

Jeremy swallowed hard and Rebekah stared at his bobbing Adam's apple. He looked at her face so close to his. She was looking at him with the eyes of a predator. Jeremy could smell her subtle floral fragrance as it teased his senses. A sudden urge to be bold seized him and he took her hand. What was the point of flinching and shying away from her? No one could tell him what to do anymore. His sister was currently busy being too evil to tell him what to do and the world was possibly ending. So he went with his rampant teenage hormones.

Rebekah was startled by the move. She was used to being the one who made the first move, the dominant person. She didn't pull her hand away as had been her first instinct. She felt his large strong hand clasp hers and she knew that if she wished, she could crush his bones and destroy him. But instead she stayed still, enamored by the soft eyes that stared into hers. She reveled in his youth, it appealed to her. His innocence drew her to him like a moth to a flame. While she had been around for a thousand years, he was a mere babe. Jeremy Gilbert was innocent and virtually untouched in her mind.

Jeremy watched in fascination, he was making an Original vampire quiver under his touch and he liked it. He turned her hand over so that it faced palm up and he placed a soft kiss on her delicate skin. Jeremy didn't break eye contact as he slowly kissed her hand, his lips lingering on her sensitive hand. "When this is over, I can show you that I'm not baby Gilbert anymore." He whispered to her, his words heavy with promise. Rebekah could only stare at him. She was the uncertain one now as he sat back in his seat. A relaxed swagger about him, as he smirked at her. The Original female released a pent up breath that she didn't even realize she had been holding. The chemistry between them was tangible. Why had she never seen the possibilities that Jeremy had?

"We should just drive up to make out point right now." Klaus smiled at Caroline. He looked so relaxed and approachable as he sat next to her. He was amused that Jeremy had actually managed to shock his sister into silence.

"Those two might have some steamy love fest going on back there Klaus but I have one word for you." Caroline replied with a tight smile. She looked at his face, "Tyler."

The smile vanished from the hybrid's face instantly as if he had been physically struck, "Yes, you are right Caroline love. We would never be compatible." He said in a cold hard voice. He turned his head and looked out the window. He was effectively shutting down.

Caroline focused on the road, the car was silent now. She wished that she could have taken her words back. She hadn't really meant to hurt him. She had seen the clear pain in his eyes as she rejected him yet again. Klaus kept making his feelings about her clear and she just kept pushing him away. It was their thing but what would happen if one day he decided that he finally had enough of her and just stopped chasing after her?

Caroline realized that Jeremy and Rebekah were just living in the moment. Imminent death stirred different emotions in people. Some people ate too much for comfort, some people just slept with a random stranger to feel alive again. Maybe that was what they were all looking for, some comfort in the face of true horror. But could she do it? Could she turn to Klaus for comfort?

These questions raced through her mind as she pressed down on the accelerator.

Back at the Mikaelson mansion…

"We need anything that could possibly look like a counter spell." Bonnie whispered. Her brows were furrowed in concentration as she read. She sat on the couch while she poured over the book on the table.

Kol stood by the fireplace. He had lit a fire to lend some light to the room. It was still light enough out but if this went on for much longer, they would need to start looking for candles. He was tired of not having electricity already and it had only been a few hours. He missed the television and he needed coffee. He had broken his phone and now he couldn't amuse himself with one of the games he had on there. He sighed but Bonnie ignored him. He sighed again for dramatic effect and still, she ignored him. Kol frowned, he didn't like being ignored. His siblings knew that to ignore him was asking for trouble.

If Bonnie had looked up then she would have seen the evil intent in the Original's eyes. He had located a source of amusement.

"I'm glad that you stayed." He said loudly.

The witch looked up, her train of thought broken. "What did you say Kol?" she asked.

"I said," he repeated himself, "I'm glad that you chose to stay with me Bonnie Bennett."

"I didn't choose to stay with you." She replied slightly irritated now. "You caused this mess and now we have to work together to fix it."

"Well, I'm still glad." He smirked. "It means…" he sidled closer towards her until he looked into her beautiful large eyes. Kol paused. He had never noticed that the Bennett witch had such appealing lips. They were full and they looked pillowy soft. Her eyes were mesmerizing and her eyelashes were long, fanning out to almost touch her brows. He imagined her eyes closing as he kissed her. He snapped out of his trance when he saw her glaring at him. "It means," he was finally losing patience, "That I have a wonderful blood bag locked away with me should the undead take over." His voice oozed deadly charm as he threatened her so easily.

Bonnie was at a loss for words. He looked so calm as he tried to goad her. That was his intent she realized. She looked at his face, at the small dimple on his chin. He was devilishly handsome, Bonnie observed somewhat alarmed by her attraction. "Try feeding off me, I dare you." She replied.

"Little witch are you actually trying to threaten an Original vampire that can tear out your throat in mere seconds?" he seemed to delight in her fear.

But Bonnie wasn't just an ordinary girl, she was a Bennett witch and she was tired of people always underestimating her. She merely tilted her head and Kol grabbed his head as a seizure ripped through his brain, causing multiple aneurisms. The Original vampire clenched his jaw, refusing to scream out in pain but it was torture. As the last brain cell healed itself a fresh aneurism tore through it. She was ripping his brain apart. That's what it felt like to him.

"Come near me and I'll make your head explode. Let's see how long you take to regrow that." Bonnie said and she went back to Esther's spell book.

Kol hissed as the pain alleviated. He smiled at her, "I think we are going to have so much fun together." he said softly. She was just as dark as he was, Kol realized she just hid it better.

Bonnie felt a shiver on the nape of her neck but she chose to ignore his words. He was a darkness that she could not allow herself to be attracted to.