A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I love reading them. The story can't go anywhere without Kol haha.

To angry cupcake: Yeah Bonnie is definitely canon- meaning not even close to perfect. Not that I'd ever want her to be. I love her character, flaws and all but it gets frustrating not seeing her get any development. The whole point of this story is to see her grow as a person and she's not going to change overnight. I'm pretty sick of the writers' habit of using her as a device, rather than an actual person with feelings etc. She's also extremely naive, especially when it comes to thinking she'll get what she wants which I hope I'm conveying decently.

To luv4ed: I definitely agree with you about the salvatores. Elena did want the cure for the longest time so technically they were all for attaining the same goal for quite a while. Since it is Bonnie's perspective, she was basing her opinion on what has occurred in the last week or so when she finally got her humanity back and decided not to take it and they were still pressuring her that it was for the best- which I myself can sympathize with since they sacrificed and put a lot of effort into finding it for her. However, it was still stupid on their part not to get rid of the 'big bad' when they had the perfect opportunity.

Hopefully you all enjoy this chapter. If I've made errors or something needs clarification please let me know!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

In Motion

The last time she had seen Kol was after trapping him beneath the school with her body. He had been enraged at her for deceiving him, but she also suspected, at his own folly for trusting her.

Although he was grinning from ear to ear, the look in his eyes held a much more sinister agenda.

He looked almost the same as he had before. He was wearing one of those khaki jackets he seemed to favor and some very snug jeans that Bonnie couldn't help but notice fit him very well. His hair was also more spiked than usual and he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Although his physical disposition depicted someone relaxed, she wasn't in the least bit placated. His mood swings and tendency for erratic behaviour were the main reasons why he frightened her, especially now that she no longer had magic to scare him off.

She had always thought of him as the wildcard out of all the Originals. Yes, he had shown an impulsive and violent nature, but his motivations or what he wanted out of being a vampire had never been obvious. Although all of the vampires had demonstrated personalities that were hardened (who wouldn't be tough after a thousand years?) but some of them also managed to be vulnerable in the most peculiar areas. Rebekah and Klaus being the most obvious. They both strived to have a real family, to not be alone, yet could never fully attain it because they always managed to foul things up for themselves. They both appeared to have the same hopeful ideals that other youths had this day and age, although it was masked by violent tempers and their disregard and indifference to the living. Elijah seemed to be the most stable of the family, as he was logical, but also displayed more sympathy to those around him, including his family. Kol on the other hand had not really shown much loyalty to his family, only in dire circumstances did he show up for things and when he had, it usually involved him stirring up trouble. Bonnie hadn't seen most of it first hand, but based on the accounts of Elena and Jeremy, most of his reputation was pretty accurate.

"Fancy seeing you here darling-" He lifted one of his arms in Aja's directions, "-especially considering your history with these lovely witches."

Bonnie turned to Aja. "You're still buddy-buddy with him?! He's a monster!-"

She could hear Kol's affronted tsking in the background. "-Not to mention he's unstable-"

"I'd call it impassioned", he interrupted cheerfully.

"-psychotic-"

"Fierce, I believe, is a more appropriate term."

"-violent-"

"Won't argue with you there."

"-maniac!"

This time she looked back at him when he made a miffed sound. "I take a great offense to that! I am a free spirit. People should be aspiring to be like me."

She scoffed. "Yeah because it's done so well for you lately."

"It's served me well for over a thousand years, I'll remind you." He paused and mimicked the look of one deep in thought. "As for you, you only made it to what- seventeen, eighteen? I'd say my philosophy on living trumps yours, darling."

Seventeen, Bonnie thought inwardly. She hadn't even been an adult yet before her life had been snuffed out. She couldn't gamble, vote or buy a six-pack. When she thought about it, what had she really experienced other than practicing magic? Magic hadn't really gotten her anywhere except her family members killed and placed her friends in danger. That's not true. It had saved her friends numerous times, when there had been no other options. She comforted herself with the knowledge in the role she had played whenever her friends' lives were in jeopardy.

Her thoughts halted when Kol pushed himself from the wall and took a few steps towards her. Bonnie had to resist the urge to take a step backwards. She was still so used to having the upper hand because of magic that its absence made her feel naked.

He came to a stop in front of her. His right hand rose and grasped her chin.

"Cheer up little dove. At least you've got family here."

"I thought your mother and brother were here? They-"

He cut her off. "I meant family that doesn't want you dead. My mother was ecstatic that one less Mikaelson was roaming the earth and my brother, well, he's no better if you ask me. So morbid that one." His smile was mocking.

Bonnie would have felt pity if he hadn't tried to kill her. Not to mention the attempt on Jeremy's life. And pretty much all of her friends. Still, she couldn't help but feel that being an Original had its drawbacks, including a mother who went a bit overboard with the filicide routine.

Bonnie decided to broach the subject that was bothering her.

"What are you doing here anyways? Discussing the best torture methods? Where are your oh-so-loyal hybrids?"

Kol made a cursed huff. "Those cowards left as soon as the veil went back up. All I can say is good riddance. Absolutely no initiative! The only one who even put on a bit of a show was my precious Aja, who lost her head in the process." He feigned a pained expression. "Thanks to my dear brother."

Despite his cavalier attitude, Bonnie sensed that he had felt a crushing defeat for the effort he had put in to attain some kind of vengeance. He had truly believed he could have achieved something meaningful when the veil had gone down. At the time, she had been sorely tempted herself to permanently lower the veil. But that would have brought every other dead supernatural creature back from the grave. Which could not happen.

Although she was starting to acknowledge the value of balance on earth, it was still difficult to ignore her own feelings sometimes. She had often thought about the decision she had made.

Seeing him again brought back the very slight pang of guilt she had felt from deceiving him. Lowering the veil had been his one and only chance at his old life. For someone who had roamed the earth for a thousand years, she imagined how difficult it would be to adjust to his new station. He was no longer the significant Original vampire who had sired thousands, but was instead reduced to being an irrelevant ghost. She would never go back and change things, but she could still acknowledge that life sucked for him.

Still, he had been a murderous vampire with no qualms about killing her or her friends. She wasn't about to forgive and forget any of that.

"Now witches on the other hand, they have proven their loyalty time and time again." He had removed his hand from her chin and brought it up to stroke her cheek. She smacked his hand away.

She repeated her first question. This time with a bit more venom.

"What are you doing here?" She didn't bother trying to disguise her glare.

"Well I've always loved this place. It's tasteful-"

"-A stripclub? Oh yeah so classy-"

"-I'll have you know this is a swinger's club dear." A righteous look had now appeared on his face. "People clamor to get in here on a nightly basis-"

"-I really couldn't care less," she interrupted. "Why are they with you?" She indicated the other four witches still in the room, who had been watching them with faint amusement.

"Family meeting." He replied in an over-serious tone.

"About what?" She was getting frustrated.

"It's really none of your business darling," He responded almost gently.

She crossed her arms under her chest. "You're not gonna tell me?"

His eyes drew down to breasts and then rose back up to her face. She felt a twinge of annoyance and indignation. "Well let's just say you might interfere." He paused. "And we really can't have that."

If Bonnie were alive, she imagined she would be pulling every magical way to coerce it out of him, in other words- lots of aneurysms and perhaps engaging in some levitating and slamming him against the wall. She couldn't believe how stubborn he was being. What did it matter now anyways? They were all dead. How important was the conversation they were about to have? What value could it have in the land of the dead? Bonnie herself didn't really understand the value of anything in this place. Unless it affected her friends and family. Which dead people couldn't do anyways. Even witch spirits had a pitiful amount of influence in the real world as far as she knew. They could only forge a connection with other witches, and only for a small amount of time.

Which begged the question, was he planning something like before? Fat chance of that. She didn't know of anyone who could drop the veil. It had to be a Bennett witch. So what could it be? For someone like Kol, whatever was going on here would have to pertain to his own selfish needs. Which meant getting out of this place. She hardly knew him, but it was plain to see his desperation to return as a vampire. How he planned on doing that was the question. He had either gone insane from denial or he was grasping at rumored straws in the Other Side. Either way, there was no chance he was going back. If there was a way, didn't he understand that someone would have tried it already?

"Stop trying to figure it out, little witch." Kol had bent down at this point and he was now nose to nose with her. His voice lowered, "unless you'd like to join us." Bonnie tried not to read too much into his provocative tone. He was known for his theatrics. Bonnie was about to respond when he spoke again.

"But then again, I haven't witnessed or experienced any moments of trustworthiness on your part, so there really is no point in continuing this darling." He had now straightened to his full height and was gesturing to the curtained door.

She was wondering when he was going to bring that up. Could he honestly hold a grudge over that? It was his fault as much as hers for thinking she would allow every supernatural being to walk the earth again. Whatever trust he might have had with her was now gone. Not that she cared, it wasn't as if she wanted to be 'besties' with him on the Other Side, but at moments like these, her curiosity was overriding her indifference and she wanted him to tell her.

She was brought out of her reverie when the curtain was pushed open and a young woman wearing some barely there lingerie walked in followed by a balding man in a navy suit, basically panting after her. Ugh. Disgusting.

"I was wondering when they were going to join us." Kol had now joined the witches and was sitting in one of the vacated chairs. The man and women, unaware of their audience, had sat down in one of the reclining chairs, where the woman proceeded to grind on the man's lap and unbutton his shirt.

"Perhaps you should stay, love." He grinned. "You might enjoy the show."

Bonnie made a repulsed face. "I'd rather vomit." Her voice took on a deliberate fake high tone. "But thanks."

She left the room and headed towards the exit, but not before hearing the distinctive your loss shouted amongst the french words whispered across the club.

Bonnie pondered her next course of action amongst the narrow streets in what was definitely Paris (the Louvre was pretty hard to miss).

After debating whether or not to ask the spirits if there was a way to return to the living world, Bonnie ultimately decided that asking them wasn't going to get her anywhere, except a headache. They were extremely tight-lipped about everything, probably because they knew her volatility and tendency to screw with Nature was against everything they stood for. She swore they were like a cult or something.

Since Bonnie had nothing but time on her hands, and any other course of action was nonexistent, she decided to do the one thing she abhorred.

Follow Kol.

...

Snooping around after Kol proved to be more difficult than she thought. The vampire seemed to be more aware of his surroundings than most, and he a showed a great deal of suspicion and paranoia in many of the public places that he ventured to. And boy, did he do a lot of venturing. Bonnie often found herself hiding behind random objects in order to remain unseen. However, he was still a vampire, and he didn't prove particularly skillful at mentally concealing his location. There were many times when Bonnie thought it was a huge waste of time, since he mostly frequented bars and clubs of a distinctly seedy nature.

Bonnie would have given up if she hadn't discovered that he was using these places to meet with witches almost exclusively. Unless he had some sort of witch fetish, which may not have been entirely out of the question, he was undoubtedly up to something.

As soon as he left whatever bar or club he had just been in, Bonnie would proceed to press the witches or other supernatural beings for answers on what he had been discussing with them. They all refused to give information, much to her frustration.

Bonnie was about to give up hope that she wouldn't be able to find out anything when she finally got some results.

She wasn't sure where Kol had gone this time, but she surmised that it was somewhere in North America, definitely a small town. After concentrating on Kol's location, she found herself outside of a normal-looking bar, which was a relief considering she was starting to doubt Kol's taste in watering holes.

Bonnie peered into one of the windows at the side of the building. She spotted Kol easily, as there were very few patrons, and only two ghosts besides Kol. The two ghosts were a young man with dark brown hair and a dark-skinned woman with permed shoulder-length hair. They were seated on two of the empty bar stools and looked to be in deep conversation.

Kol went up to them and addressed the woman. It looked as if he were inquiring as to her identity to confirm it, because the woman then reluctantly nodded.

A few more words were exchanged between the two and Bonnie desperately wished she could hear what they were saying. But that would definitely give away her presence. After a few minutes, Kol had a disappointed look on his face and walked out of the bar.

Bonnie decided to give it a shot and see if they were willing to answer her questions.

She went up to them, and as if they sensed her, turned their heads in her direction.

The woman's eyes widened in recognition before she grinned slightly. "Well I'll be damned! You're a Bennett!" Bonnie was she could tell that just from looking at her was mind-boggling, but maybe it was the same intuition that Bonnie felt when she could sense a witch.

The man beside her spoke. "And what exactly is a Bennett, Bree?"

She shoved his shoulder slightly. "I told you before remember! One of the most powerful lines of witches, probably ever. In fact, that's one of the weird names that guy just mentioned, she was a Bennett-"

Bonnie interrupted, "-did he mention Qetsiyah?"

The woman named Bree looked confused. "Well yeah, he asked a bunch of questions. Mostly about higher-level spirits. Probably thinking since I'm a witch I would know right? But he mostly asked about a group of really old witches and if I knew how to find them, which I don't by the way. This whole place is like a labyrinth and I've had enough of my kind as it is."

Bonnie asked them a few more questions that might give any indication on what exactly he wanted but they only shook their heads. It seemed Kol didn't have as much information as he thought.

However, the fact that he had the same goal as her was promising. If he could lead her to Qetsiyah, it meant getting the whole story on Silas and his motivations and abilities. Qetsiyah wanted him dead as much as Bonnie did, so she had hope that Qetsiyah might comply. She was her descendant for crying out loud!

When she exited the bar, she immediately tried to discern Kol's location. Doing this brought her to a new climate, in what was a dry hot landscape. She was on the outskirts of a large city atop a hill with various bushes and trees surrounding her. She couldn't spot Kol, which alarmed her.

There was no one around.

Until...

"Why are you following me?" He whispered from behind her. He was too close.

She started to turn around. "No. Stay as you are. I may just snap your neck." A pause. "Not that it would do much good, mind you." Not funny.

His fingers trailed her neck. Or at least, she thought they were. Everything could be imagined, she supposed.

His head leaned over her left shoulder. That she was positive of. "You better tell me. My patience is wearing thin." He was practically singing the last bit.

She figured she may as well get to the point. Although she hated letting him think he had the upperhand. "I know you're looking for Qetsiyah."

His fingers stopped trailing. "Really? And what gave you that idea?"

He roughly turned her around to face him. "No don't tell me. One of those witches had a big mouth. It's not a bother though." He laughed harshly. "I'm not getting anywhere anyways. She seems to be the most elusive creature. No one seems to know of her, and yet she created this damn place."

She was getting sick of his tirades. "Look I need to find her too."

He had a mocking expression. "Oh do you propose we partner up then? Psychotic vamp and grieving witch? Has a nice ring to it, I suppose."

"Enough!" She took a deep breath. "I realize we're not exactly buddies but I have to admit that we could be-," she shuddered at the next word, "-partners in this mutual goal of ours."

"And what makes you think I would even consider this idea? You haven't demonstrated any use-last time I recall, you screwed me over-"

"-Seriously?! You were trying to kill my best friend and her brother-"

"who died anyways as I recall. Which resulted in your death." He stared into her eyes. "Tell me, do you always play the martyr? You need to get some new priorities my dear. It sounds like your friends don't give a damn-"

"Don't you dare talk about my friends. They didn't know-"

"That you were dead? Really? You'd think at least one of them would have been able to tell you were in anguish. But I guess none of them can see anything but that silly doppelgänger. Who so far hasn't shown much use in my opinion."

She glared at him. "You wish you had a friend like Elena. She's the most selfless person I know."

He put his finger to his chin. "And yet, everyone around her is the one who is always sacrificing, isn't that right? After all, it put you in this predicament-"

"-That was my decision to make. And it was for Jeremy-"

"Nonetheless, Elena got her brother back and you're six feet under. Being friends with the doppelgänger has its costs Bonnie. You should have realized that now."

Bonnie wanted to say something but she wasn't sure what. She didn't think he was arguing just to argue. He truly wanted her to reflect on his words. Granted, some of his words had merit, but she had always ignored her feelings of hostility towards Elena. Sometimes they resurfaced, especially when she had lost Grams and when Abby had turned, but most of the time she managed to push them deep down.

Still, she didn't want to have such negative thoughts about her friend. It wasn't as if Elena could help it. It was just the way things turned out. That and the Salvatore brothers' obsession with saving her at all costs.

Fortunately, he ended up changing back to the previous subject. She wasn't ready to delve into a topic like that with Kol of all people. "Anyways, provided I can trust you, why should I even consider this?"

She smirked. Putting aside the angsty feelings from before was easy. "Because, I've got a whole coven of old witches. One of them has to know about Qetsiyah, most of them are Bennetts, after all."

A mirthful gleam came into Kol's eyes. "Well, perhaps you're not so useless after all, witch."

A feeling of dread flickered through Bonnie. How the hell was she going to get the witches to tell her where Qetsiyah was? A bit of deception on her part, she thought with anxiety. She felt apprehensive about lying to them but this was their only option.

She was brought out of her musing when he started walking away.

"Hey! Where are you going?! I thought you said-"

"I know what I said. But I've had enough Bennett for one day. Tomorrow I'll find you."

I guess that gives me time. What a strange guy. It wasn't until Bonnie had rehearsed their conversation in her mind that she realized he had actually called her by her name.