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!
0o 5 o0
0o Present o0
"So, the new family is in town." Bonnie paid attention to that gossip after her final class. "And my parents received an invitation for that ball."
"They are practically throwing a ball. Wow." Someone muttered a response.
"I know right."
Yeah, wow. Bonnie felt the same when she received an invitation from Esther. And then she wondered about the Original witch's reason.
Whatever.
She wasn't going anywhere close to the Mikaelsons.
Bonnie found Matt approaching her, and turned to him completely. "Hey." She mumbled.
His smile was warm and lovely like always. "How's your day?"
"So-so." She groaned, feeling pressure from Economics. Yeah, she had to find ways to deal and pass that subject. "What's up?" Closing her locker, she turned to him.
"The usual. Shift at the Grill, work till I'm tired and then sleep it off." He exhaled.
"You're going to the Grill now? Great. I will come with you."
"It's Friday. You don't have any plans?"
Generally she would hang out with Elena, or Jeremy. Elena was busy pursuing Stefan with him turning it off and on. Caroline was still coping up from loss of her father recently. And Jeremy… she did not want think about it. He tried. She was trying, too, to overcome the disturbances. But whatever condition she was in, she decided to give it a pause and focus on getting her shit together. She had decided to spend some time with Abby.
And this vampire sat in her head.
Bonnie was not sure what happened with him…?
His voice reminded her of the man in her illusions, dreams. If she had not mistaken she heard her name from his lips, on that night.
Did he know her before? But the witch did not remember seeing him before.
She had to know who he was before losing her mind.
And the familiarity in his eyes—his dark eyes screamed of emotions she failed to interpret. All at once.
It had been days, and she did not see him around.
Probably if she had another chance, she would not let him go.
What if he truly left the town? But who would answer her questions.
She was almost lost in thoughts, and barely recognised that they arrived at the Grill. Matt shook her and asked about her well-being.
Bonnie brushed it off and got down from car.
For sure, a gasp escaped her when she saw him.
Acting quickly, Bonnie shooed Matt away with an excuse of making call.
He was there, outside the Grill somewhere in the parking lot, talking to someone… a woman. If Bonnie hadn't mistaken, he was trying to charm that woman.
Just to have a clear look, the witch moved closer to the pair. Indistinctly she heard his voice, crooning at his prey, but that woman's laugh was loud and beautifully rhythmic before they walked away.
Bonnie stared at the path and didn't move an inch.
So, he didn't leave town. She wasn't sure whether she was disappointed or confused that he hadn't reached her after that night.
Hmm.
Absorbed in her thoughts again, she was heading inside only to face him.
Standing across her, hands clasped behind, he eyed her callously. Frozen in her place, Bonnie didn't take her gaze off him, and didn't even move when he strode to her.
She had to speak first.
But about what exactly?
Yeah, right. Her queries.
"Stalking, eh?" he was the first one to speak.
She wasn't sure how to respond to that. And then he moved closer.
"Know I'm charming and irresistible."
An asshole, indeed.
"But you stay away from me, little witch." She felt a sting of ice. "To save yourself."
"How do you know my name?" she didn't imagine that would come when she opened mouth.
No expression. Not even slight variation. "It is small town really. And you released my mother from coffin."
"Your mother?"
He didn't stop looking at her sharply. Gradually she figured out he was Esther's son, and that would make him…
"A Mikaelson!"
He put fingers into his jeans pockets, and said wryly. "Judging by the tone, I'm guessing my brother has quite branded the family name."
Centuries old, and that jeopardized her condition.
"You were in that coffin." She pointed at him, shaking head in disbelief. Till now, she hoped it wouldn't be the same guy. "You spoke to me."
The man wasn't getting it. Bonnie didn't understand why he was confused in the first place.
"But you know me…"
"Listen here, little witch, you better go your way so that I can pretend you didn't attack me other day." His eyes gleamed with darkness. "I'm nothing like my brother trust me."
Worse, thousand times worse than Klaus, that's what he meant.
"I might be in coffin for about century, but I can assure few parts of the world tremble at the sound of the name Kol Mikaelson, even on this day."
She managed to blink barely at his cold face. Her heart was beating heavily, as he turned around to leave.
Bonnie feared she could faint before the doors of Mikaelson mansion.
Initially she thought of rejecting Esther's invitation for the ball. She did almost.
And that was when Kol flashed in front of her eyes.
She had to run away like he suggested. Though, she was walking into the den of monsters.
Certainly, she wasn't going to receive warm welcome by any of the Mikaelsons. Probably Elena and Caroline might help her to calm down nerves.
She delayed while debating about attending or not. Esther stressed on her presence.
Bonnie looked around in the room for familiar faces. Caroline was circled by Klaus in a corner. Matt was talking to Elena.
She felt better now.
Barely had she taken step or two in that direction when she heard familiar voice.
"What are you doing here?"
Confused, yet curious Damon asked her. Oh. She didn't know he was going to attend as well.
"The same reason as you has."
He looked around with his smirk. "You do know this room have great number of vampires?"
Shaking her head tiredly, she checked upon to find one particular face.
"And coming about my reasons, you have no idea."
At that point she felt words slipping from her mouth. "Oh," she purred controlling her temper, "I have some ideas, Damon. Try me."
"Bonnie?" Elena reached them in her glittering black dress. Gorgeously woven dark hair was clipped to a side. "I didn't know you are coming."
"I received an invitation." The witch didn't want to take Esther's name soon.
Elena and Damon didn't ask who, so she didn't share.
"Of course, you did. Mama Mikaelson might have taken personal interest in you for helping her out." Damon stated the obvious.
Bonnie rolled eyes at his mockery. They simply couldn't get along; they were tolerating each other mainly for Elena.
"Whatever. I would leave the party sooner than you think." She replied, excused before she decided to explore the place by herself.
Maybe she could find a drink and then Esther. Or Esther and then drink.
"Bonnie?" Another surprised friend greeted the witch.
"Care." She murmured, feeling uncomfortable from the Original Hybrid's presence. He didn't take eyes off her and the lightness when he was around Caroline was long gone.
Her friend coughed in discomfort. "I didn't see you coming."
"Excuse me." Klaus muttered before leaving them.
Bonnie was glad for that. Caroline relaxed a little and smirked. "Look who's dressed up pretty and gorgeous."
The witch blushed a little and glanced down at the layers of her copper gown.
"Well, it felt good to see your face." Bonnie said truthfully. Unlike Elena she wasn't expecting any explanation from Bonnie. That's better, wasn't it?
Their conversation went on for the next few minutes, until Bonnie decided to get some fresh air. Quickly she had to recharge herself.
As much he would make it entertaining, Kol was little off about the ball. His mind was hovering while he listened to one of important persons of the town.
Whatever the amount of frustration he was going through had to be gone out of his system. Somehow it decreased after the hunt earlier that day, which he understood wasn't the permanent solution.
He knew this would happen; even after he left her, he threatened her to stay away, he had to face his emotions. Years of being vampire had made him practice things like control. However he couldn't trust himself in this condition.
"Well, excuse me." Kol made use of small gap in the conversation to leave. "I need another drink."
Staying in the town or leaving… only time had to decide it.
The town was really small. For him. For her.
He didn't understand why the little witch confined herself to one particular area when she was born into one of the most powerful witch bloodlines. She could have travelled to the best parts of the world to learn more.
—and what would he care?
Let her kill herself, Kol wouldn't even glance at her.
Yeah.
That was the declaration of his inner voice.
He simply hated how every thought was going back to her, despite his rationale knew she wasn't his girl.
Somewhere he accepted his desire which was to see her once. Just once again, so that he would axe her out of his system.
Closing his eyes, he let out an exhausted sigh. Inner battle was truly pain in the arse.
Lazily he brushed gaze across the guests, and stopped at one point.
She was here.
He didn't even notice the alertness in his posture. Kol scoffed looking at her. Of course, she wouldn't give up.
Contradicting with self, whether to go straight to her or wait until she was alone, Kol fiddled with his glass of wine.
After some time she parted ways with others, heading out.
Following her quietly, Kol found himself in the lawn away from the crowd.
The girl didn't sense him. She must be either distracted, or wasn't a brightest witch.
Kol didn't care, he told himself. He came after her just to remind not to mess with him. Of course, she resembled her little flower. In looks. But that wouldn't make her special to him.
Yeah.
"I think this would make us even." She said before facing him. Confidence danced in her olive green eyes, or if he did not mistake it was smugness.
Kol stood there, calmly gauging her evening attire. Stunning. And the way her hair styled into dramatic knots and decorated with glittery things, long and lacy sleeves of her gown…keenly he inspected every inch of her, didn't even notice he was doing it.
She wasn't his Bonnie, he repeated until he decided to act.
"The little stunt you pulled, I'll take you as a fool." Threaten her more, his voice told. She had to quit whatever game she was playing at.
Crossing arms across her chest, the girl replied. "If you're speaking about my presence, I'd like to clear your inhibitions. Your mother has wanted me here because I freed her."
Esther invited her? He, for once, thought his mother was up to something. But then, he remembered that this girl was from the Bennett bloodline. And it could have stirred interest from his mother.
They both stared down at each other, he lost track of time. Slowly he decided to leave for better.
"Have you decided to tell how you know me?" the girl didn't surprise him, but neither was he expecting that question.
Kol gritted, taking one step at a time in her direction. To her credit, she didn't back off. He strode, and found himself in dangerously closer orbit. Her cocoa fragrance was something he recollected from their first encounter. Must be her signature one.
He loathed her for being different from the girl he loved.
It could be the expression in her eyes, could be the type of strong vibes coming off her. He didn't know, but he was growing fond of it.
"I believe I gave you an answer for that before."
She wasn't satisfied. Shaking her head, she said. "You were lying."
Kol smiled, nothing about it was light. "Are we having this discussion for real?"
That didn't shut the silly witch. "But your voice in my head is real, dreams about you are true. Everything, even before we met. I want to know the answers, Kol. Why and how?"
Tilting head, he absorbed her words of desperation. Unless he opened mouth, she could not figure out certain things which he cared less about.
Interesting.
Bonnie was never known for being dumb. Naive, yes, but her actions weren't stupefied.
Unwittingly she let out few words in front of the Original. She never felt stupid in her life before. There was no way she could take her words back, and act thoughtfully.
She stood there without any movement for a minute or two. And she quickly concluded it was better if she left. Gladly he did not stop. He must be regarding her like a fool.
With heat in her cheeks, she returned to the crowd. Her friends were busy, and she wanted to have a conversation with Esther before leaving.
Searching for the oldest witch in the crowd for some time, she sighed in exhaustion.
Just in time, she heard Elijah's voice from the stairs. Slowly she approached Caroline and exchanged smiles with her. The guests gathered, so were the Mikaelson siblings on the stairs.
Kol was there as well, with his drink as he scanned the room with no interest.
Bonnie looked away, sincerely focusing on Elijah's warm speech. Then Esther appeared, looking well-adjusted within impressive period of time.
The old witch was scanning the room, too, like her son, but she stopped at Bonnie's face.
Esther must be having something for her, Bonnie thought as they both stared at each other. It didn't feel right to stand in this room, for an instance.
As if this discomfort was not enough, Bonnie noticed she was observed by Kol.
"Why do I get this feeling that Kol is intrigued in you?" Caroline pointed out quietly. Was it too obvious, the predatory glint in his eyes?
This time only he narrowed eyes at her and smirked coolly. She didn't respond even after he raised glass at the end of Elijah's speech.
Caroline turned to her waiting for some reaction. The witch wasn't in a mood to participate. All she wanted was to go home and sleep without any dreams.
Bonnie raised a brow, and changed the topic. "What, you're not going to dance?"
The blonde smiled widely, before Klaus interrupted to take her away to the dance floor. Matt acknowledged her presence when he was almost ready with Rebekah. Bonnie waved at him to continue.
The pairs lined up, and the music began. She saw Kol with an unfamiliar face, right behind Elena and Damon. Slowly she turned head away, peeled away from the crowd.
Time had come, to meet Esther.
It almost slipped from her head about the spacious, elegant mansion. Klaus was many but he got the taste.
Bonnie was all by herself while touring in the first floor. She was lost appreciating the beauty of mansion by the time Esther stood in the end of corridor. She opened the door and signalled at the young witch to follow.
Of course, she was up to something.
Trusting Esther was harmless, at least to her, Bonnie went into the room.
"I did not expect you would come." Esther greeted with a smile.
Bonnie shrugged. "You want me here, right?"
The Original witch pursed her mouth into thin line as Bonnie didn't reciprocate warmth. "It is natural for you to hate my children. Especially Niklaus. I can understand. And I get that you have no respect for me, for unleashing them all upon human-kind."
Bonnie would have felt sorry for the old one, if she had known her personally for long period. Also, the label on Esther's forehead as the creator of the Originals was another reason for Bonnie to be cautious around her.
"My love for them blinded morality." She went on sadly. "I was punished for more than thousand years; my soul wasn't at peace, trapped and tortured by our ancestors."
Ancestors. Ah, yes. She knew the feeling when someone was haunted by the ancestors. They would guide you, but sometimes the voices could be too intense to handle.
"So, I want to make things right. This is the only chance I will be getting." Esther's eyes filled with strange emotion. "And I want you to help me with that."
People were being unusually energetic, or was she dull? Bonnie didn't understand how social events had always drained her quickly.
Striding next to the crowd, she had a detail look at the painting on the wall. However, her mind wasn't exactly on that piece of art. She stood there until someone interrupted by clearing their throat.
She averted gaze.
Kol.
"Mind if I cut in?" He purred strolling to her side. "Well, if you're not too much interested in isolation, then…" he stretched out palm, looking between her face and the painting.
She blinked in surprise. What made him change his mind. First he didn't show any bit of interest, now…?
Kol raised left brow when he received silence for too long. So, she had to place her palm in his cautiously. Then he twirled her, snaked an arm around her waist before he led her to the dance room.
0o 5 o0
um, so yeah. they interacted. not a pleasant one, lol. thanks for reading. please review =)