AN: Bonnie is faced with conflict over Kol's actions, with Abby's plan serving as a test of his loyalty

Songs for this chapter:

Power- by Kat Graham

Paradise Circus- by Massive Attack

***warning ahead for a bit more Kennett lovin'!

The picture I'm describing, I came across it when I was checking out her music and I saw some stills from one of the music videos for Power, I knew I wanted to use it for something! I also wanted it to be Kol's fave pic, there's going to be a later scene with it when it's developed, I hope you guys think it's as cute as I do!

The music video for Paradise Circus is very erotic and explicit, I didn't know that before I decided it was perfect for my photoshoot scene. ️ I feel like the part beginning part was perfect for like a photoshoot montage that I'm just now realizing I didn't describe ️ and that part where the music picks up the base is a whole mood for when he takes her in his arms to kiss her. You'll see what I mean. I hope.

~Girlfight~

Bonnie scrambled to get up. As expected, Elena made the mistake of rushing to her immediately so Bonnie peeled off the sheet and threw it over Elena, blocking her vision before she slammed her into the wall. She watched her flail around for a moment before she used the short reprieve to speed change into her underwear and black tee. "Oh, so you don't like how it feels, Elena? Aww, maybe you can go crawling back to Stefan for comfort. Except I don't think he wants his brother's sloppy seconds, after all. He's not Damon. How is he, by the way? He's supposed to be dead from what Klaus told me,"

Elena snatched the sheet off once she found her footing. "Alive, thankfully. He wants you to pay for what Kol's done to me. Actually, Kol will be the one weeping over your desiccated corpse,"

Bonnie's friend turned foe came flying at her again. "What the hell are you talking about?" She yelled as she zipped just out of the way. She grabbed Elena by the shoulders of her shirt and threw her to the ground.

"I'm talking about your boyfriend snapping my neck earlier!" A rush of anger enabled Elena to flip Bonnie over and reach for her throat. "How could you let him do it? You know that Damon will lose his shit over me!"

Vampires glares flashed at each other while Bonnie wrapped her hands around Elena's neck as well. "I didn't let him do anything and the only thing I know about Damon is he's unreasonable when it comes to you! His blood is only making you more like him, isn't it?"

"Don't you get it? He wants you dead, he wants you to pay !"

Bonnie squeezed her clutch on Elena's throat, making her cough and choke.

"So why isn't he here to do it himself?"

Before Elena could answer, she was yanked up into the air by the throat. "I don't know who let you through the doors of the mansion, let alone my personal sleeping quarters, but you'd better see to your imbecilic lover, lest the flames of the fire I set burn him to a crisp," with that, Kol tossed her across the room. He was waiting where she landed near his window, then lifted her up by the back of her hair to drag her right up to the window, and sneered at Elena as he dropped her out of the window.

Kol looked at Bonnie before he faltered. "Kol!" She sped over to cushion his fall into her arms. His eyes fluttered closed. "What the hell happened?"

In a movement too quick for Bonnie to detect until it was too late, Kol pulled her down to meet his lips and assaulted her mouth with an aggressive kiss. He opened his eyes and smiled when he released her from his oral clutch. This fucking guy! "That wench's blundering fool of a boyfriend stabbed me with another white oak stake,"

"Oh my God," Bonnie bit into her wrist and administered her blood to Kol. "Why do they keep trying to kill you?"

"Oh, that's because I nearly killed Damon and Stefan while you slept the day away," he said once he'd had his fill. "Didn't Abby tell you?"

Bonnie shoved him away. "And what did Stefan ever do to you?!"

"Well, nothing. But you understand if I'm to kill one I just take out the other? Nik claims it'll trigger a Ripper binge, upsetting the balance of peace and harmony if the broody one is without his other half,"

"This is your fault. My best friend is trying to kill me now and she won't stop because she's in love with the vampire whose blood turned her! Which wouldn't have happened if you hadn't killed her!"

"I wasn't aware of that vampire blood in her system, however, I should have known that would happen and we'd be dealing with another sire bond," Kol smirked and stroked her hair. "Not as romantic as when it was you and I though. I prefer to do all the hands-on part of the revenge plot, not send a baby vampire in my place to do my bidding,"

"What the hell is seriously wrong with you? This isn't funny, Damon's already killed me once, you think he won't do it again?"

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

~Abby's tale~

Kol being incapacitated was the refreshment Abby needed. But just when she thought she could breathe easily, Bonnie had created a whole new mess in order to release her vampire sire. It must have been the sire bond, mate bond, the risk everything for a dumbass ancient and eternal teen vampire bond that had her daughter going crazy because the girl was risking it all, going head to head with Klaus, commissioning baby vampires, and putting on the intimidation factor just to get him out of his haunting purgatory.

Now she had two newborn vampires on her hands and Klaus breathing down her neck. He wanted Shane and the boy from Bonnie's school to start, only Abby wasn't for hurting innocent people just to serve his agenda, and she needed Shane for her own leverage. Let Klaus test her, any retaliation he tried would be met with gleeful violence from Kol, all Bonnie had to do was whimper, crook a finger, and say who offended her. And she would leave the boys to it, maybe they'd waste each other. Abby wasn't foolish enough to think Elijah would stand by her and side against Klaus for any reason. She would maintain that whatever was going on between her and him was solely for tension relief and the current tension of the night could make or break whatever it was, yet it didn't have to affect their working relationship.

Elijah reasoned it wasn't a good idea to off Damon because then Elena and Stefan would retaliate, he'd likely go on a Ripper binge and who knew what resources Elena had. She had so many people under her thumb, Abby realized when Matt hesitated to kill Damon at The Grille that morning. All the boy knew was that killing a vampire, a detestable and very killable one, primed and ready for the taking, would release Bonnie from the hunter's curse she was under. Apparently, he didn't want to hurt Elena by taking out Damon. Well, little Miss Elena was going to find herself in a world of hurt as long as she kept that fool around.

"Bonnie released him?!" Abby exclaimed when she visited the Mikaelson mansion after Bonnie slumbered.

"Abigail, please. Understand it's for the greater good we pull the reigns on this feud for now, at least when tensions are this high with Bonnie being a primary target. If Kol's true status is leaked, it would only create a bigger risk for her," Elijah implored.

"Wake your ass up!" Abby waved a hand, casting a silent rousing spell over Klaus who lay on the bed in his oversized bedroom. The hybrid opened his eyes with a scowl.

"What the hell are you doing in my private sleeping quarters?" He snarled.

"Good morning to you too, freak. Normally I wouldn't be caught dead near these disgusting sheets, but we need to have a private conversation,"

Abby, against Elijah's warning, commissioned Klaus to eliminate Damon where it would hit Elena the most- at her brother's funeral.

"You would dare disrespect the sanctity of a peaceful burial? Even warring nations give each other the proper respect," Klaus tsked, though he appeared amused by her devious plot.

"That little shit is nothing but worm food to me, he disrespected the shit out of my nation, I'd spit on his grave if I show up, no I'd actually do more damage than that. But I have my daughter to think of," she smiled and straightened her back. "Since everyone hates you, it's the least you could do for the Bennett camp,"

"Niklaus," Elijah began, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Bonnie doesn't deserve this shit, Klaus, she's a good girl and she's been through hell hanging around with that fucking doppelfucking broad. If her mother were here," Abby sucked in her breath. "But she's not and it's not like I want Elena to get hurt. She is my best friend's daughter. And I have an in to get the vampire cure. If we can get it, and I give it to Bonnie, you can have it. I don't give a shit what you do with it, I just want Bonnie safe from vampire extinction," Abby walked slowly to the door. "Work with me Klaus, because you won't find Professor Shane, not without my help,"

"What about the Ripper who will inevitably break through Stefan's bunny munching facade?"

"I'll take care of him," she assured. She exchanged looks with Elijah, who visibly disapproved. "It's a brilliant plan, Niklaus. You can pretend your diabolical mind came up with it, but Bonnie will be protected,"

She sauntered out of the door and made haste in leaving the mansion. Abby was exhausted but she had work to do. Sending a message to a special contact, she decreed that Caroline would oversee Klaus's tasks at the funeral and see Elena to safety.

Except, according to Rudy, Klaus couldn't even manage to complete a simple task because of Elena, who was inflating the worth of her life at this point.

"The whole funeral party was massacred, and the cleaners are being held off," Rudy said. "It's those damn vampires, Abby! And you've brought one into my house!"

"Hey, this leech is going to help us save our baby girl! And he's only the backup plan. My magic is only growing stronger Rudy and I still have some theories to test out. I've got a meeting today, I'm this close to figuring it out but I need your support,"

The fact that he banned her and any vampires aside from Bonnie from entering his home meant Abby didn't have his support. Abby wouldn't worry, a little hocus pocus would change his mind about her anyway.

She drove a few blocks to her mother's home and found Elijah waiting on the porch. She rolled her eyes and spun her keys on her fingers as she left her car and strolled up to the porch.

"I'm real busy right now, I have to do damage control since either Klaus couldn't manage to kill one toddler vampire, because the precious doppelgänger thinks her life is so valuable to Klaus, or your intervention stopped him. So whatever you want, Elijah, it's gonna have to wait," she said with a shake of her head. "Like I said I have damage control,"

"Any intervention on my behalf was damage control. When I realized how adamant you were concerning Damon's demise, I took it upon myself to ensure the safety of you and your daughter from inevitable retaliation,"

Her brows shot up at that. "Why did Klaus massacre the funeral then?"

Elijah gestured to the door she had yet to unlock. "Please,"

Once he was invited inside, he explained that he'd made sure Klaus administered his blood to the funeral patrons so they would transition into vampires with Elena's blood. Furthermore, Elijah and Rebekah compelled as many people of the town as possible to kill Elena should Stefan try to hurt Bonnie. He was clearing the path for Damon's demise.

Even though they didn't make it to the bedroom, the makeup sex made Abby feel like Elijah had moved the heavens and the earth for her. After promising she'd be more forthcoming with Elijah when it came to dire situations, she entrusted her vampire hostage Professor Shane, who had the displeasure of audibly witnessing their sexcapade, to Elijah for questioning.

~Post girlfight~

"Kol, why the fuck would you tell me that part?"

"When I heard it from Professor Shane I figured that-" he trailed off when he realized Bonnie wasn't amused in the least. "Right, and so he attempted his bribery on me, the man has a talent for withstanding torture. And being that Elena lied about the truce, which I immediately realized upon waking, and Abby making it impossible to come to you, I had to do something in the meanwhile, I thought I'd give the doppelgänger lesson in honesty. Only Nik of course came to her aid and threatened the old dagger," Kol explained.

"So basically being daggered under the hunter's curse made you even more batshit crazy," Bonnie shook her head and tsked.

That had to be the reason because she knew like hell she'd expressed to Kol that even though she was done with Elena, she didn't want her getting hurt.

"I'm sure if that were true, I would have found more glee in tormenting our hostage. Does the fact that Elena lied mean nothing to you? She tried to deliver me into the hands of death, which would have taken you along with me,"

"Obviously she doesn't know that!" She snapped.

"Obviously she deserves her fate," Kol bit back. The doppelgänger should have stayed dead with the way she was ruining his time with Bonnie. They'd just shared an amazingly beautiful and sexy night, leaving off with the sentiment that nothing was too much for them to overcome or pull them apart, yet here Elena was, wedging herself between them again. Not to worry, her death could come quicker now since her doppelgänger blood was useless to Nik. Hopefully, she was on fire with Damon in the driveway, only the smell of newly burning flesh had ceased.

Bonnie, on the other hand, was feeling like a damn fool. Seduced by his charm, she had given him access to something so intimate, thinking they were on the same page and things would be different. Thinking he wasn't the same old Kol she wanted to distance herself from. Of course it was, Kol was always impulsive, that was literally why he was such a prominent figure in her life lately. Going after Damon so callously was too much of a risk and why did Kol have to be the one to do it? Why not let Klaus dig himself deeper into his own hole?

"You're insane. You should've let Klaus handle it, you are the one who insists doppelgänger business comes with the Salvatore's and here you are complicating things again!"

Bonnie rose up and found her clothes that she never had a chance to change into post her invigorating shower. Kol watched her shimmy into her skin-tight pants, stuffing her affections as she stuffed her bum away. It pained him because that meant she was leaving and taking her glorious bum with her and all he wanted to do was take her back to his bed. She acted as though anyone else wouldn't have done the same thing, had they not trusted Elena Ruinseverythingbert.

"You know Nik will do the very same thing eventually. I merely attempted to do it first. They have white oak stakes, Bonnie!"

"And that's why I'm disappointed in you. Your impulses will be the death of us before we even- you know what, I have to go," Bonnie didn't even bother finding her bra as she slipped on her new blouse.

Kol jumped up and stalked up to her. "Disappointed? When all I aim to do is protect you? I'll spare you my frustrations and pretend that doesn't hurt my feelings. But you should go then. Clearly you need time to remember what it feels like to yearn for my embrace,"

"Is that your way of admitting how much you actually suffocate me? A thousand years old and you really don't have anything better to do than follow me around or harass my- Elena and the Salvatore's?" Bonnie knew she was aiming straight for his heart but if this was to be a forever thing, boundaries were in need of establishment.

Kol clenched his jaw before he sneered in astonishment. "My what a brave, little savage heart you've got there. You should beware it matches my own. Pity, you can't one day decide you're done with me and be free of me,"

Her face flushed with anger. "You said if I ever wanted-"

"I reserve the right to change my mind at any given time," he pinched her chin between his fingers. "Especially with the company you're so desperate to keep even at a distance,"

Bonnie shoved his hand away and stomped out of his room. Kol knew he had to let her go, she'd had all she'd endure of him for the moment. She would not stand for any more of his mockery. Kol sighed and went to lean against his window. The scorch marks from his unrivaled match with Damon were still there. Things were supposed to turn out completely different that morning, he had intended to wake her up with flowers instead of the mess that transpired. No remorse could be found in his being for the fact that he aimed to eliminate an obvious threat.

Walking past Rebekah's room, the door opened and Rebekah snatched Bonnie inside. "Oh God, you reek of Kol!" She screwed up her face and grabbed a bottle of Dior perfume from her dresser before spritzing Bonnie up and down.

"Ok, that's enough!" Bonnie yelled after she'd tasted and inhaled enough J'adore for a lifetime.

"That's not enough but I suppose that will have to do for now," she replaced her fragrance on the dresser. "I heard your little lover's tiff. I guess I'll have to put ours on the back burner while you lorde the cold shoulder over him," Rebekah chuckled.

Bonnie wasn't amused, especially having been the victim of her spritz attack. "You think my relationship troubles are funny?" She spat out more perfume flavor, scraping her tongue with her hand.

"Of course it is. Because he's right, you won't be able to get away from him and you'll always figure out a way to work it out even when you'd rather be dead and buried than look at his selfish and impulsive face again. These are the things you'll look back on years from now and think 'how silly was I back then? All that rage is nothing compared to the fury I'm feeling now' and you'll wish your future issues were this trivial,"

"What?" Bonnie shrieked.

"Oh but that's neither here, nor there. All you need to focus on now is a distraction from Kol, so here I am. What are we doing today?"

Rebekah smiled while Bonnie hesitated before she answered.

"I'm supposed to be meeting with a photographer about my senior portraits since I missed them last month but now I have to go talk to Stefan to make sure he has a plan to make sure Elena won't kill me," Bonnie sighed, subconsciously tucking her hair behind her ear. Her high school life was going to be over in the blink of an eye and she wouldn't even have photographic evidence to remind her of how much she truly hated senior year. It could have been a plus but at the moment it was just another thing being associated with Kol Mikaelson complicated because she wasn't finished at all being cross with him.

"Nothing a little house arrest spell from Abby won't remedy! Come now, lovey, don't look so gloomy!" Rebekah took her wrists and held them gently. "We can have Abby tweak her spell until Damon releases Elena from the sire bond, or they give up the white oak stakes. They'll have to come out eventually, right?"

Rebekah pulled her hands as she led her out of her room. Bonnie started to turn her head in the direction of Kol's room but she was faced forward by Rebekah. "Don't look back, he's looking this way and you have to leave him wanting more or he'll think all he has to do is flex his chest muscles for you to come slithering back," she murmured under her breath. Then she loudly continued, "Bonnie, as coincidence would have it, I've just met the perfect photographer last night for your school portraits. I think you'll find his work to be quite tasteful,"

Bonnie heard Kol's scoff then the slamming of his door. Suck on that, Mikaelson! She thought.

~The photo shoot~

Rebekah took Bonnie shopping and splurged on her, buying new outfits, hair, and makeup, and even started a small collection of expensive sunglasses. And they couldn't forget the shoes of course. Not only heels galore but some comfortable running shoes, and some steel-toed Timbs for when she needed to kick some hybrid ass. That was all for Bonnie, Rebekah had secured her own shopping spree as well.

As they walked into the sage-scented studio in the late afternoon, Bonnie was grateful. She'd finally given Rebekah the time of day she rightfully deserved and she didn't regret it one bit. Rebekah didn't use or manipulate her and she wasn't as bossy as Bonnie expected her to be. Being a woman also- well, an eternal teenaged vamp who happened to be female- she understood most of Bonnie's plights, the misogyny, and oppression of male vampires. She wasn't bonded to anyone but in her heart, she could feel the depths of the emotions that came with a mate bond because she loved hard.

Another thing to be grateful for was Rebekah's plan to subdue the Salvatores, which Abby loved as well. She was only too happy to help when it came to keeping her daughter safe. After clearing out the Delena mess from the driveway, she made haste in her house arrest spell. Though Bonnie felt bad about Stefan continually getting caught in the crossfire. Still, this was an opportunity for him to wear his brother hat and bring his brother down to a degree of reason. But whatever was going on with that lot was to be tomorrow's problem, compulsion was going to have Bonnie's senior portraits right on time!

The heavily bearded photographer greeted them with a thick and gruff southern accent and showed them to a dressing room where they discussed the weekend's events as they changed.

"I told him last night, I don't just go around killing people like that. My dad watched me vamp out on Shane, my mom watched me kill him. I didn't want them to have to see me that way, but the feeling that it gave me was intense. It's like whatever I feel for him gives me power and strength to do whatever crazy thing I have to do to get him back," Bonnie smoothed the spring dress she tried on. It was a sundress in a pastel jade color, but it held far too much innocence. "This one ain't working," she sighed.

"Let me see," Rebekah tapped on her dressing room wall. When Bonnie opened the curtain, Rebekah was dressed in a loose, cream-colored but also sheer, flowing tank that buttoned on lace fabric in the middle with low-cut, black polyester shorts that were perfectly fitted to her legs, complete with ankle booties. Of course, her hair was styled to perfection with cascading beach waves since she insisted they had to get their hair done. Bonnie preferred a simple straight look since she didn't want to do too much with all the extravagant outfits she'd bought. She swore Rebekah looked like the face of Forever 21.

"That's because you look too damn innocent, with all the power you speak of. It's got to be wholesome with an underlying bit of edgy. You're a good girl, Bonnie. But you've got a blazing fire in you to do what needs to be done, and that is what should be reflected,"

"Fire?" She shook her head. "I feel like a damn fool. I wouldn't have slept with him if… why couldn't he just do what you did?"

"Because he's Kol, darling. I'm sure somewhere he's thinking far enough, but he wanted to eliminate the immediate threat. One thing's for sure, the next time he aims to kill someone, he won't miss,"

Bonnie looked down, regretfully. "That could be tomorrow. And I'll have no choice but to still be a damn fool for him,"

"Are you saying you regret your intimacy?"

She shook her head sadly. "No. Not at all. It was…" Bonnie put a hand over her chest and released a heavy exhale. "I never thought it would actually be something I could enjoy,"

A soft smile formed on Rebekah's lips. "I'm glad he's treated you right. You deserve that,"

"But that's what I'm afraid of. Because now that he's gotten to me, it's like he's got me. And that's my weakness,"

The Original bombshell cocked her head and put an arm around Bonnie's shoulder. "You've got him too. In fact, you've had him since the moment he laid eyes on you. And that, my darling is called pussy power," Bonnie burst out laughing. "It's not something any man will ever possess, so don't ever be ashamed or feel foolish for seeking out pleasure as you see fit. As long as it's on your terms," she stated with an assured grin. She handed Bonnie a cutout dress. "Try this one,"

"No this one's too slutty!"

"There's no such thing as slutty, not in this day and age!"

"This is the literal definition of slutty!"

After another twenty minutes of debating and Rebekah speeding changing Bonnie out of various outfits, she finally settled on a black mesh bodycon corset mini dress. "You look amazing and it emphasizes your bosom," she said, pushing the bottom of her bosom up.

"Bex, I can't be out here lookin' hoochified for my school pictures! My dad would kill me and my mom would help him," Bonnie insisted.

"You're already dead," Rebekah grinned before she handed her a silk front tying blouse, with quarter sleeves. "Put this on,"

"No, I think the polyester one would work better. Or the sheer one,"

Rebekah agreed the sheer top in ivory would work better, and she fitted her with black stiletto-heeled military-style boots.

Bonnie posed for her pictures first. The photographer was wearing a hat with sunglasses and he had a ridiculous beard. He also stayed crouched to the ground as he instructed her on how to pose, suggesting she had enough beauty and sophisticated grace to forgo the elbow on the pillar pose. Instead, he had her face the backdrop with her body and do an over-the-shoulder pose with variations of her hand placement. before her phone went off with a text message. It was from Abby. She went back into her dressing room to check it.

A- I have some good news baby. Meet me at Gram's when you get done.

B-Will do!

A crashing sound followed by a gasp and then laughter alerted Bonnie. She sped back into the shoot room, where she found Rebekah holding the photographer in a chokehold. His back was to Bonnie.

"Rebekah! What are you doing to-" he turned around and Bonnie fumed when she realized it was- "Kol!"

He peeled off his fake beard and smiled down at Bonnie. "You photographed beautifully," he said with a deep, southern accent.

"You're a miserable wanker, Kol. A joy-sucking leech!" Rebekah yelled.

"Where's the actual photographer?"

Kol turned to Bex reverting to his usual voice. "Sister, you might want to go find James. He's expecting you to be home just about now,"

Her eyes widened in alarm before she flashed to her dressing room, gathering her outfits. "I swear Kol if James is killed… Bonnie, I'm sorry to have to leave you with my dreadful brother, feel free to join me if you wish. It's in your power," Rebekah called as she waited by the front entrance.

Bonnie sneered at Kol and turned to leave but he caught her arm. "Don't you want to see your photos?"

She threw up a cutthroat sign to Bex. "I got this," she mouthed. Rebekah nodded and zipped away. She turned to Kol. "Show me,"

Kol went through about fifteen photos and there were only two she demanded he deleted immediately. The rest were usable, her favorite being the power pose he'd suggested, with her over-the-shoulder glance and her visible hand on her hip.

"Kol, these are amazing. How did you know to…?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I found something better to do than follow you around,"

Bonnie raised her chin and smiled an evil smile. "Oh really? Are you sure that didn't involve killing anyone?"

"I'm sure that in no way do I want you to feel like giving yourself to me is something I wouldn't cherish or take seriously. Or that it was a mistake. Because it wasn't. Not to me, Bonnie. Not ever. Additionally, I'm certain I specialize in black and white photography,"

"Why don't you show me what you can do,"

Bonnie reached for the camera but Kol jerked it away and out of her reach. They matched sly smiles before Bonnie gave another over-the-shoulder pose. "Where do you want me?"

~The real photo shoot~

"Oh, oh

It's unfortunate that when we feel a flame

We can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable

Oh well, the devil makes us sin

But we like it when we're spinning in his grip"

-Paradise Circus by Massive Attack

Kol had Bonnie move to the shoot set that had a bed with white sheets, reasoning the contrast with her black dress would paint a mesmerizing portrait. The last photo he captured was a close-up of Bonnie laying with her chin on a pillow. He had to stop due to how captivated he was by the seductive gaze she'd mastered. Her mouth slightly ajar in anticipation, eyebrows perfectly arched as if beckoning a foe to test her, or a lover bade hither. Kol lowered the camera as heat darkened his gaze.

"You are absolutely fucking breathtaking," he backed up with an entrancing stare locked on Bonnie and blindly set the camera down on a table behind him.

Pooling need from the way Kol's body clearly ached for her, indicated as such by the scent of his arousal, steered her to creep forward on the bed, crawling to him on her hands and knees. His fists met the mattress as he leaned down to match gazes with Bonnie.

"I'm still mad at you," she murmured. She was taking deep breaths as her eyes fell repeatedly towards his lips.

He leaned closer and whispered against her lips. "And I'm still cross with you,"

"It's like that then," He had the devil in his eyes and still, Bonnie found herself completely enthralled. "and still somehow I can't… What are you doing to me?" Bonnie shakily inquired as wanton desire maneuvered her hand to slide up his neck and lock onto his hair.

Kol's wandering hands squeezed then cupped her bum and lifted her, enclosing her legs around his waist. "The same thing you're doing to me," he replied with a throaty voice.

She decided then, that when it came to Kol, she would give as good as she gets. The way she'd come to understand that there were things such as his violent and thoughtless impulses were just an intrinsic part of who he was, he would come to understand that it was just Bonnie's nature to put her heart and soul into everything. Eventually, something would have to give between them and pussy power told her it wouldn't be her.

Bonnie giggled quietly. "Baby, you don't understand the things I'm gonna do to you," before he could utter a cocky response, her lips were on his kissing him with an uninhabited hunger.

The more time Kol spent with Bonnie, the more evident it became that she was a challenge, a force to be reckoned with. She was beginning to realize she had leverage against him, the leverage being herself. Devil as he was, she would meet him head-on with her own deviltry in the form of an irresistible seductress and he only had himself to blame, though he still resigned to assert Nik as the culprit.

With Bonnie, he had bitten off more than he could chew and he was certain he'd choke on her one day but not before savoring every last bit of her.

~Later that night~

Rainfalls of water warmed the silver of space between Kol's chest and Bonnie's back, only the joining of their bodies with the flowing water made too much of a squelching sound so Kol redirected the water flow. He pulled Bonnie back so her face was no longer pressed against the wall, and wrapped his arm around the front of her waist as he continued plunging within her slippery slopes.

Her breathy moans stimulated his audio senses with her delightful sonant, but an unwelcome sound invaded his hearing as well. He slowed down his pace and tried to focus his hearing but the way Bonnie clenched her walls and agonizingly demanded don't stop while she impaled herself on his rod captivated his ability to do so. He was sure someone was home, but how could he refuse his girl the pleasure her body, deep down in its core demanded of him?

Kol would not let her down, at the same time, he wouldn't risk being caught by either of her parents since Rudy couldn't be compelled and Abby's aneurysms were unbearably stronger each time the mad rage consumed her. He covered her mouth with his right hand while his left snaked down to fondle the pleasure button between Bonnie's dripping folds.

She was a tiny, muffled, quivering putty in his arms as her body reacted the way he'd come to cherish. When she received him and lost herself to the ecstasy he brought her, it was typically such a grand sensation that catapulted him from the edge of pure bliss into a shared high. Only this time, he'd taken Bonnie there on her own, delaying the gratification meant for himself. He was pleased as long as Bonnie was, knowing that he was the only one in existence who could make her feel that way was a gift in itself.

Once she'd ceased her orgasmic trembles, Kol withdrew and stood up straight stretching out his back and legs. At six-one, even bare feet in the shower, he'd had to do a lot of crouching for height adjustment to ensure their bodies interlocked properly, as Bonnie was only five-two. She figured maybe a footstool would do the trick, or she could come up with some creative ways to be flexible. As long as the lovin' didn't stop as she'd feared it would moments ago. Before she could ask why he'd nearly stopped, he flipped her around and in an instant his tongue plundered her mouth, fanning the flames on her internal fire.

Then, he released her lips ever so gently, pressing kisses to her cheeks until he reached her ear. "Your mother is here,"

Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as Bonnie realized why he'd almost cut their session short. They zipped to her room and dressed before Bonnie shoved him out of the door. "Get lost before she melts your brains!"

Oh hell. Abby was about to bring on the pain if she became aware of the things they just did. Being under the impression that the sire bond was still intact, she'd no doubt blame Kol, thinking he was taking advantage of his hold over her.

He decided all the pain and torment that came from being tethered as his being was too Bonnie, was definitely worth it. Abby would come to realize sooner or later that Bonnie was no longer a little girl and there wasn't anything wrong with the way they chose to consensually go about their intimacy. This was Bonnie's idea anyway, as she couldn't bear to part after an intense studio session.

A small fear crossed his mind. What if Abby saw it fit to issue a head-pounding aneurysm to Bonnie? As sure as he was that the sky was blue, he reasoned no mother would ever accept that their daughter would intentionally want to commit depraved acts -depraved was being overly generous because they hadn't even come close to that, but Kol was certain Bonnie would soon be open-minded enough since she couldn't get enough of him- with a male companion and as such couldn't fathom their acts were consensual. In her desperate attempt to hold onto her daughter's perceived innocence, she would wrongly accuse Kol of rape.

He meant to correct her misguided notions. The look on her face when she finally realized he was only giving Bonnie the corruption she desired had to be priceless. Adapting a permanent smug expression, he made his way downstairs, opting to go shirtless.

"Have you missed me, Mumsie?"

"Just the fool I was looking for," Abby said as she became aware of him. She was standing in the living room, wearing an equally smug expression. A man in his early twenties stood next to her with a guarded face, still, it was almost assuredly guarding malice. Then his face went stone.

Abby smiled an evil smile as she thrust her hand forward. Her silent but powerful sorcery brought him to his knees. Kol found he couldn't move his arms or legs, only squirm. But she's worth it and I can't be killed, he reminded himself. Abby was just on another power trip, surely. But he had no doubt that whatever she had in store for him was going to bloody hurt.

"That must be a yes," he hissed.

"I needed a test dummy and since you can't be killed, well," a small laugh that Kol mocked escaped her lips. "Go ahead, Joey," she nodded to the man, who stepped forward. Joey placed a hand on Kol's shoulder and white-hot heat simmered his bare skin. It burned and it only seemed to burn hotter as he felt the blood animating his body being drained. But it wasn't his blood, it was his life forced being sucked out of him! How was this possible? He felt the desiccation come on rather quickly as he glowered at Abby.

Would Bonnie really mind if he killed her? It would extract another huge complication from their relationship and Abby probably didn't know Bonnie as well as Kol was getting to, there wasn't an abundance of things to miss about her. Additionally, it would eliminate her obscure relationship with Elijah. Surely she knew she couldn't truly kill him, yet she was keen on making sure he was well aware she had ways of tormenting him. Fucking Mumsie. A clever one indeed.

Growing weaker, Kol figured Abby was determined to take him out, at least for the formative years of Bonnie's early vampirism since he told her he wouldn't be releasing her anytime soon. She did promise she'd take matters into her own hands. That was dandy for him, when he rose again Abby would either be too old and frail or too dead to fuck with him any further! Then it would only be him and Bonnie. Oh, but he'd miss her once he slipped into the void. The scent of her and her tender embrace, her sweet kiss, the breathy moans that came out of her mouth when he-

A sudden blur zipped by and then Kol was released from Abby's influence and the boy's death grip. Bonnie was standing there, dangling Joey by his throat, wearing an expression akin to that of an angry beast who was ready to strike its prey. "Who is this and what is he doing to Kol?!" She demanded with her vampire snarl. "You have ten seconds to tell me why I shouldn't rip his fucking head off, Abby,"

Bonnie was still coming down from her pleasure high, but anyone trying to hurt Kol was only sealing their own misfortune.

Abby gasped and straightened her back. "This is Joey, he's here to help you!"

"With what?"

"He's draining his vampirism to see what happens, I needed to know before I tried it with you! I told you, I'm going to save you from this shit, Bon!"

Bonnie lowered the teen so his feet touched the ground again, though she didn't yet release him. "You can do that?!"

"He's a siphon witch," Kol huffed. Abby's explanation triggered a memory. When Klaus removed the dagger back in 1901, there was a witch hunt going on in the early States. Of course, Kol was commissioned to stake out the drama that involved vampires who were said to still harness magic. He learned they were siphon witches before turning into vampires. Siphon meaning they possessed no powers of their own unless they siphoned it from either a witch or anything enchanted with magic for a temporary spell. As vampires, since vampirism was powered by magic, the siphons had an unlimited source of magic to siphon from so they could exist as vampires and witches.

Kol was originally supposed to kill them, but in a twist of fate, he let them live. His father would be on their trail just for the fact that they were vampires, causing a path of destruction in their wake, he figured they could lead him astray. Their eventual imprisonment by a powerful coven thwarted his plan, but at least they were out of the way.

As soon as Bonnie's hopeful look met Kol's eyes, she knew he wasn't going to like her request. But she reasoned, that now that he had her, he'd do anything for her and he'd want her in any way, shape, or form. As long as they had each other. She already knew there was no way in hell she would leave him, not anytime soon. Still, it was time to test this 'power' she had over him.

"We have to try!"

Kol gave Bonnie a hurt expression that only lasted for a split second before his vampire's veins writhed furiously.

AN: I hope someone is still enjoying this!