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As Bonnie waved goodbye as Elena drove off, she sighed with frustration. Caroline was mad at them, that much she already knew. But they had to keep trying-they had to keep training if they wanted Caroline to be ready.

But Bonnie just didn't know what to do. She wasn't the teaching type. She was the type that was taught things and figured the rest out herself. Her Grams had given her the basics and just thrown her into the frying pan. Despite her Grams' good efforts, she knew she was getting ready to do the same to Caroline.

By the time she climbed her front porch steps, a figure came into her vision and she groaned.

"What do you want, Kol?"

The original vampire hopped up from his seat on the porch swing, a lazy smile plastered on his face. "I was hoping we could talk about training."

"Talk about what?" Bonnie sassed. "You're not exactly entitled to know these things, Kol. You're a vampire-they wouldn't be much use to you."

"Who said I needed to use magic? I have people who do that for me?"

She rolled her eyes, her hands reaching for her keys. Dammit. She silently cursed her purse for being messy. "I hope you aren't talking about me because I'm not your little lap dog."

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Do you really believe I would use you like that?"

She groaned, giving up. "Damn keys." she huffed, removing stray hair from her face. Moving to the swing, she tossed her purse to the ground. "Now I have to wait for my Grams."

"Why don't you just use your magic, Bonnie?" Kol asked tentatively, taking the spot next to her on the swing.

"I can't risk exposing magic to the whole neighborhood, Kol." she gave him an annoyed look. "Besides, up until a few days ago, I didn't even know you existed. So why the sudden interest in the witch business?"

Kol's eyes looked at her firmly. "Believe it or not, I actually have a lot to do with what's happening. Some even might say it's my fault."

"Like?"

"Like Niklaus. Or your grandmother. Rebekah, perhaps. A thousand years and she still hasn't quite forgiven me for telling Mikael about her powers."

Bonnie's eyebrows arched. "Rebekah had magic?"

Kol nodded. "Exactly like our mother, which is why Mikael grew distasteful with Rebekah. He was ashamed at having a witch as a wife. With a daughter who was the same way, his temper became insufferable."

"What did he do to her?" Bonnie asked lowly. She could tell Kol was remembering by the way his shoulders stiffened a bit.

"He didn't lay a hand on her, he couldn't. Our mother wouldn't let him when it came to Rebekah because of her magic. I'm not exactly sure why. But for us, his sons, he definitely gave us a beating worth remembering. He said that if any of us showed any signs of witchcraft he would kill us."

He stared at his daylight ring, turning it over and over on his finger. "I'm not exactly sure why I let it slip about Rebekah's powers. Perhaps it was because I was jealous of her. I'm not sure anymore. But I did and it only made him angrier. He was already angry about Nik's behaviors."

"How did Rebekah find out about her powers?" Bonnie asked, leaning forward a bit. Bonnie herself had come to the realization after Tanner had died.

"We were in the woods when I'd made Rebekah angry with me. The next thing I know the small shrub next to me is on fire. I knew immediately because it scared the hell out of me." Kol explained. "But enough of that. The point is that we need to talk about what the plan is. We can't just keep leisurely training Caroline. We have to hurry before Garnet does something to my family."

Bonnie nodded, snapping out of the trance of his words. "I know that, Kol. I'm not exactly teacher of the year if you haven't noticed."

He shot her an incredulous look. "I know it's hard. But we have to try. The point of becoming a vampire was so I wouldn't have to die. You can see as to why Garnet planning my family's death would pose as a bit of a problem."

"I got it." Bonnie insisted, sighing. She hated when people talked to her as if they were speaking to a child. Bonnie had already seen and experienced too much to ever be blissfully ignorant. A few more minutes passed by in a serene silence. The moon was barely visible in the cloudy night sky. "What time is it?"

"About eleven." Kol answered briskly. He watched in a bit of fascination as the witch in front of him bit her lip tentatively. He'd had his fair share of witch debacles before and Bonnie was no exception. He had to admit he was warming up to her, even if her friends were a load of idiots.

"Grams should be home in a bit." she said to herself. Looking back at him, she frowned. "Don't you have anywhere to be? I mean, is that all you came to tell me? That we need to work faster?"

He shrugged. "Pretty much."

She blinked. "Couldn't you have used a cellphone and just, I don't know, called me?"

"I prefer talking in person. It's not exactly like I'm wanted company with Niklaus. He can't exactly stand me."

"I can see why, you're kind of an ass." Bonnie said. Their eyes connected before she smiled slowly, followed by his own smirk.

"I like you, Bonnie Bennett. You're a feisty witch."

She saw his eyes sparkle a bit when he said that, which kind of made her pulse speed up. Okay. she thought slowly, uncrossing her arms.

"You're not too bad yourself, Kol." she countered softly.

Caroline had no idea when she had fallen asleep. But when she did finally wake, the sun was beginning to peek through the parlor curtains. Beside her, she felt Klaus begin to stir.

Oh my god. she thought inwardly. She'd fallen asleep next to him. Well, there's a first for everything. Caroline bit her lip. She'd never actually slept next to a guy before. Usually she'd leave afterward but since nothing had happened in the first place with Klaus, it only made it slightly more awkward for her.

What the hell do I say when he wakes up? 'Morning sweet cheeks?' she began to panic as he subtle movements became more prominent. She quickly scooted to the other end of the sofa, watching cautiously as his eyes opened slowly. She kept staring as he searched around for a few seconds before locking eyes with her.

"Morning." she said gingerly. She could tell he wasn't hungover. Must be because he's a vampire. she observed.

Klaus' eyebrows scrunched together. "What time is it?"

Caroline shrugged. "Must be around six or seven in the morning." she absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to comb it, failing miserably. She noticed Klaus staring at her and she frowned. "What?"

"You look beautiful." he said lowly. Caroline blushed prominently and it took him a second to realize what exactly had just come out of his mouth.

What the hell was that? He thought to himself, breaking eye contact with Caroline as he straightened up into a sitting position. Clearing his throat, he stood. "Well, then. I think we should get you to Bonnie's for training."

"Wait-!" Caroline said hastily, standing up as well. "Is it okay if I go see my dad first? I just really need to know if he's okay. You know, in person."

Klaus nodded. "Of course. Let me just change first. I'm guessing you would also like some breakfast? We could stop by the Grill and get you something to eat?"

"Yeah, I think that'll be good." she replied, nodding.

When he disappeared upstairs, Caroline sighed, checking her phone. No missed calls from Elena or Bonnie.

Figures. They probably don't even care. They're probably off sharing more secrets behind my back. she thought sourly, rolling her eyes and shoving her phone back into her back pocket.

Her eyes drifted around the large parlor. A thousand years of rich taste was obvious considering the design and furniture in the mansion. She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes landing on the coffee table. There was a sketchbook and Caroline gingerly picked it up off the table. It must be Klaus's. she thought silently as her petite hands ran across the smooth cover. Cautiously she opened it.

There were quite a few sketches of outdoorsy stuff from birds to landscapes, each with its own intricate detailing and drawing pattern. She could tell he was a raw artist by the way his brush strokes popped off the page. Instinctively she ran a finger across one of the trees. Turning the page, her breath hitched as she came across a particular drawing.

He drew me? she echoed. He drew me...

She bit her lip, turning the next page and to no surprise, it was another sketching of her.

And that was the thing. It was her but at the same time, it wasn't. The girl in the picture had flawless skin and vibrantly detailed hair that actually seemed to agree with her face. Her lips weren't smiling all the way but they were subtle-content, even. Her eyes were big and expectant. No, this couldn't be her. This girl was much too beautiful.

She shook her head. You're losing it, Caroline. You're starting to freak out. So what if he's a thousand year old hybrid who likes drawing you? It's nothing... Right? her trembling hands placed the book back where it was on the table, Klaus' footsteps lightly hitting the stairs.

"Daddy?" Caroline tried, peeking her head through the door. The faint beeping of the heart monitor somewhat calmed her nerves although it didn't ease the queasiness she currently felt in her stomach. Stepping in soundlessly, she smiled small as she saw her dad was awake.

Pale, but awake nonetheless.

"Caroline." her dad said.

"Hi." She said, letting herself smile softly. "I didn't think you'd be awake just yet."

"Yeah, well... They don't exactly know I'm a fighter." he said lightheartedly, holding his hand out.

Caroline took it gingerly, moving one of the chairs closer to the bed so she wouldn't have to stand the entire time. "How are you feeling?"

Bill Forbes shook his head. "Like a drama queen. I shouldn't have made such a fit that would acceleration my condition."

"A fit?" she gulped down the knot in her throat, feeling guilty. After all, it was her fault-she's the one who canceled for some petty party.

"It wasn't because of you." he added, noticing her pale expression. "I was angry at something else entirely, Caroline. Don't blame yourself."

Her eyes began to sting lightly. "I still blame myself, dad. I feel guilty- I could do so much more to help you... To save you from being sick."

"Sweetie, nobody can do that. Sometimes we just have to live with the pain." he swallowed thickly. "Everything happens for a reason."

Caroline blinked slowly, her eyelids slightly fluttering. "Yeah. I've been hearing that a lot recently."

Everything happens for a reason.

"I know, dad."

Bill frowned slightly. "What?"

"I know," she repeated, her voice shaking. "I know about what we really are. I know that I'm half-witch half-angel."

He opened his mouth to interject but she shook her head.

"Don't try to convince me otherwise. I already did magic... Twice."

Her eyebrows knit together when Bill suddenly removed his hand from hers. His eyes were wide with fear and curiosity.

"Dad?"

Bill shook his head again. "No... You... You can't-"

Caroline blinked in confusion. She didn't exactly know what he was rambling about. Hell, she wasn't sure what anybody was talking about anymore. She was so undoubtedly confused.

He coughed. "Caroline, what did you do?"

When she didn't respond, he repeated his question with fierce vigor.

"I didn't mean to do it," she whispered. "I didn't have a choice and now I messed things up like I always do. Daddy, I can't do this. I can't be who they want me to be."

"Who, Caroline? What are you saying?" he rasped, his heart monitor increasing slightly.

"My friends. Klaus, Rebekah... They want me to stop Garnet when I know in my heart that I can't do it. I'm not strong like you, I'm not you."

No. He thought quickly with utter panic. He had hoped that his daughter wouldn't be the one he'd heard about in those childish fairy-tales. His own mother had sparked worry. She would tell him stories about olden times in a land where people never became ill and never grew old. She would speak in a nostalgic voice as if she were reading the Bible to him. She literally believed in those scary stories about vampires and witches. She had even told him one or two about werewolves but he'd been skeptic-calling his own mother a crazy lunatic.

And now his Caroline was the girl in the stories. The girl who'd either bring salvation or destruction the world as they all knew it. He had hoped she wouldn't be. He'd been scared out of his wits the day Liz had given birth to her. A girl, the doctors had said. Bill had nearly had a heart attack right there.

But those eyes. Those innocently determined eyes kept him from giving up. He had wanted her to grow up like a normal human and never know of the horrors the world truly held. He didn't want her to know of witches and vampires. He never wanted her to show magic. He didn't have any magic-he might've once, but he lost the ability to connect to it since he'd never practiced. All these years he'd been praying she wouldn't develop her witch powers. God only knew what her angelic side might develop into.

"You're absolutely right, Caroline." he answered finally and briefly. "You're not me. You're good. You're caring. Anything you put your mind to you can do."

Caroline shook her head. "I can't. I can't kill somebody, I'm just a teenager. I should be worrying about school and boys right now, not panicking about whether or not I can kill some thousand year old witch and her creepy brother."

"You're the chosen one, Caroline." he whispered slowly. His health was diminishing quickly. He'd tried to put up a good front for her but his attempts were becoming feeble. "It's you. The daughter of Artemis. The priestess of both nature and Heaven. You were chosen. You. Because you're strong."

"You never told me exactly how you knew the other witch-angel hybrid." Bonnie stated, messing with the straw in her iced coffee.

Kol's eyes landed on her in a playful manner. He took a sip from his black coffee and shrugged. "I hung out quite a bit with witches. They're always better company when in comparison to my brother."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. You mentioned it and now I want to know."

They locked eyes for a brief moment before he nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'll tell but only if you tell me as to why a girl like you could possibly be single."

When he said that, the coffee Bonnie had just sipped out of her straw threatened to spill out through her nose. She choked a bit and coughed. Had he really just said that?

"What? I'm not telling you anything about my personal life!"

He pursed his lips. "Very well. I guess I won't tell you how I met the little devil, then."

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "Seriously. Tell me because I need to know these things in order to help Caroline, remember?"

"Fine." He took another swig of coffee before explaining. "I met her in the 12th century in Italy. Niklaus had wanted to settle there for the time being and who were we to object? Rebekah was out being courted by some Italian, Klaus was busy plotting, Elijah was off doing God-knows-what and I," he smiled sinisterly. "I was out looking for mischief."

"Why am I not surprised?" Bonnie said sarcastically, earning herself an eye roll from him.

"Anyways, I found it soon after. I came upon a clan of witches- a coven, see. They were a tight-knitted group. Skeptics of any and all newcomers because by then, vampires were a rapidly growing species." he flashed his teeth at her. "They let me in, though. Mainly because most of their little witchy antics weren't of use when it came to me-one of the pros of being an Original. The second was because they knew of Klaus and of what their ancestral friend, Aiana, had predicted. She'd predicted of a priestess. Young and vital. Beautiful. A daughter of Artemis."

"What does that mean? Daughter of Artemis?" Bonnie questioned slowly.

"Of the night. When the planets were in a linear form and a child was born in that night, the baby is thereafter known as a daughter of Artemis. Only girls were significant-it has something to to with the Greek mythology crap. But that's besides the point-the point is that they had a young witch who had been born on that night. A pale beauty, she was. Raven hair with mesmerizing eyes. I grew fond of her very quickly."

Bonnie nodded, intrigued. "And what happened? How did you know that she was also part angel?"

"We were in a rather... Compromising situation when she confessed. She said she was from the heavens. Her mother had had an affair with another Italian. Turns out her father was an angel."

"Wait- I don't understand. Angels can't be with mortals, can they?"

Kol shook his head. "She was mistaken. Her father was a fallen angel who happened to take advantage of a poor woman who had assumed he was her husband. Pity. The witch was nephilim mixed with witch ancestry. She was pure but.. Not the one we were searching for."

"So, what happened? Were her powers any different?"

"She had prophetic dreams and could do spells just like any other witch. But she wasn't bound by the spirits, if that's what you're asking. She drew power straight from Heaven itself. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. She would write in symbols and somehow, she could speak them. It wasn't Latin. No, this was something entirely foreign. Her power was unconventional and she wasn't even the Chosen One." he leaned forward in his seat. "Imagine what Caroline could do since she is the one. That little blonde human has the potential to save or destroy us all at the flick of a finger."

Bonnie sucked in a breath. "Can she control it? Can she keep it together?"

Kol bit the inside of his cheek. "That's a good question, darling. Unfortunately I don't have the slightest idea if she can."

There was a lot of Kennett in this one, not so much Klaroline though. No worries. There's more to come later on ;)

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