ALONE WITH YOU
A/N: The fact that a newbie hunter and a newborn vampire were able to kill one of the oldest and strongest vampires in existence is just plain unbelievable.
Awesome job TVD writers…
Not really though…
On with the story!
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P.S. My inspiration was rekindled by watching Buzolicova's HEavy in Your Arms Kennett video on youtube. If you guys have time, check it out! It's SOOOOOO GOOODDD!
Chapter 4: Let Your Darkness Consume Her
'Falling apart and all that I question
Is this a dream or is this my lesson?
Oh, my permission to sin
You might have started my reckoning.
I've got a reason now to bury him alive;
Another little white lie...'
~Skin, Alexz Johnson (Instant Star)
Kol growls in frustration.
He had been so close… so, so close to ending their pathetic hunt for Silas. The events from earlier that night race through his mind:
"Request denied"
Kol had stormed into the Gilbert family house, after the (so obviously) false truce, and was quick to disable the Gilbert siblings. Kol scoffed at the memory; they really were the definition of stupid. In what world would a newbie hunter and a baby vampire ever be capable of besting one of the oldest, strongest supernatural beings in existence?
'Stupid. Pure, pure stupid. How you both have managed to live this long is a mystery in itself.'
Unfortunately, Niklaus had made a (most unwelcome) appearance and stopped Kol just before he could chop off the young Gilbert's arms. Kol's fists tightened at the memory. He tried, futilely, to think clearly past the rage he felt towards Nik.
He is so distracted by his anger and utter disbelief at his brother's actions that Kol doesn't even register where he is until he walks straight into the back of an unsuspecting street-goer.
"Its okay, Jeremy. I understand." –'No, you don't.'
"I am so sorry Bonnie. I did care about you, I do care about you, it's just..."
"I get it. You didn't break up with her. She died. It would be unreasonable of me to ask that you to ignore your feelings." –'Stop making excused for him! He never should have started a relationship with you… never should have begged and earned your affection if he knew he was still in love with someone else. Jeremy, you never should have asked for my heart if you were going to break it.
"I should go, Elena needs me to…"
The memory from this morning diffuses and fades away.
To be honest… Bonnie is fed up.
Everyone (excluding Caroline and Matt) seems to just be using her. Her family is messed up and torn up beyond belief. Her pseudo-boyfriend spent an hour of her morning pretty much explaining that their entire relationship had been a rebound. Oh, and her academic counselor had pulled her to the side today to inform the young witch that her grades had dropped… significantly.
Clearly, Bonnie the Witch was screwing up Bonnie's life.
So, Bonnie decided that Bonnie the Teenager should take a try at the wheel. Bonnie the Teenager should decide on how to deal with the numerous problems plaguing her life.
Bonnie the Teenager was the one who was dolled up beyond her years and headed to the local bar, planning on drinking until she couldn't remember that Bonne the Witch ever existed.
Her incredibly foul mood most definitely isn't assuaged when someone walks straight into her back and knocks her over. She glares up from the ground, ready to utilize her most colorful vocabulary against the rude person who so carelessly walked into her.
Insults lining her tongue, she just barely stops them from spewing out of her mouth when she sees the familiar outline of the youngest Mikaelson. She shouldn't be surprised that it's Kol. After all, as of late, her encounters with him seem to be the one constant in her life.
'How sad is that?'
She's still sprawled on the ground, as his predacious frame stands tall above her.
'How dare she?!'
Fury courses through the Original's veins. Hatred is quick to follow. Vengeance comes along for the ride as well.
'How fucking dare she?!'
Kol is ripping through the throats of people left and right.
He's not really sure what town he is in right now… but makes a mental note to figure it out before he returns to Mystic Falls. That way, when he sees witch-bitch again, he'll know exactly where to tell her to direct her guilt.
He'll tell her that they died because of her… because of her shear nerve and audacity and 'How fucking dare she just walk away from me? How dare she say that to me?'
Their exchange replays (once again) in the forefront of his mind:
He knocks the person over, and is about to continue walking away. He is so angry is is almost blinded to her furious green eyes… almost. She is on the ground, trying to sit up.
As her eyes zero in on his face, his eyes zero in on her attire. She's definitely not abiding by her morality code tonight. Her dress is too short, too low cut, too tight, and her heels are too high. She's still on the ground, probably hoping that he'll walk away so that she can get up and dust herself off without having to worry about revealing any part of herself to him.
She recognizes the man standing above her, realizes that he is undressing her with his eyes, and her glare deepens.
Kol sees this and lowers his body so that he's right above her. A smirk pulls at his mouth as he offers to help her stand.
She just ignores him and somehow manages to stand herself up, despite his hovering frame.
She's facing him, a breath away from his amber brown orbs. She can only roll her eyes as she is faced with another one of their infamous standoffs…
Bonnie the Witch would probably try to figure out what he was doing out so late. Bonnie the Witch would toss away her plans for the evening, inform the Salvatores of the free Original roaming the streets, then spend the night making sure he didn't kill anyone.
Bonnie the Teenager decides to end their standoff prematurely, turns back around, and continues to walk away from the youngest original towards the bar.
Kol growls… she isn't allowed to walk by him, he isn't finished playing with her yet. How dare she just brush by him!
"No greeting, Love?" His words just barely make it through grit teeth. He burns his gaze into her back, imploring her to turn around and engage in some form of banter to distract him from the anger that had accumulated tonight.
He expects a look of derision, but is surprised to see condescension marring her features.
"You're not even worth the breath." She scoffs, turns, and then walks away towards her initial destination as if he is the most insignificant thing she has ever encountered.
As if he wasn't even worth the time… as if he were nothing.
Within thirty minutes of their encounter, the blood-filled bar of Semperville is in ruins and Kol is on his way back to Mystic Falls in order to inform the witch about every little gory detail…
He wants her to come here, maneuver through the carnage littering the ground…
"To count the drops of blood spilled in her name."
Alcohol.
Ever since the supernatural drama started in Mystic Falls, Bonnie the Witch avoided the stuff religiously. She hated the idea of being handicapped or vulnerable in any sense of the word for any period of time when there were dangers lurking behind ever corner.
Moreover, Bonnie the Witch reasoned that since she is the mayor's daughter now… she probably should be adhering to some sort of decorum.
But so much has happened….she almost killed April, Grams is dead, her mom is a vampire, Jamie is dead, Caroline and Elena are vampires, Alaric is dead, Jenna is dead, EVERYONE is either dead, in danger of dying, or classified under the living dead.
Bonnie the Witch warns to stay away from anything alcoholic, especially the MD 20/20 and Everclear.
Bonnie the Teenager says, to hell with it, and uses her feminine wiles to manipulate the bartender into mixing both for her.
'I almost killed April, Grams is dead, my mom is a vampire, Jamie is dead, Caroline and Elena are vampires, Alaric is dead, Jenna is dead, EVERYONE is either dead, in danger of dying, or classified as the living dead. I almost killed April, Grams is dead, my mom is a vampire, Jamie is dead, Caroline and Elena are vampires, Alaric is dead, Jenna is dead, EVERYONE is either dead, in danger of dying, or classified as the living dead. I almost killed April, Grams is dead, my mom is a vampire, Jamie is dead, Caroline and Elena are vampires, Alaric is dead, Jenna is dead, EVERYONE is either dead, in danger of dying, or classified as the living dead.'
She finally leaves her thoughts and realizes that she's had four shots of the vodka mix.
She's about to go for her fifth, because, really who cares? If she didn't make it home tonight, would anyone even notice?
Her father is at city hall with Mrs Forbes. Elena's too caught up with Damon or Stefan or whichever one she's currently seeing. Shane's a bloody murderer. Caroline means well but is burdened by avoiding Klaus/ grieving over Tyler's departure.
Jeremy is probably off screwing some ghost.
The six (or is it eighth?) shot is making its way down her throat. She used to be able to handle more, but hasn't had the stuff in so long. God, her vision is fuzzy. She feels much too warm, and decides that maybe the cool air will sober her up.
And she does need to sober up…because, let's face it. They are all going to need her powers again tomorrow. She isn't allowed a day off. She isn't allowed to say no. She isn't allowed to ignore their constant pestering.
The quiet static of the parking lot is fuzzy when it reaches her ears. She stumbles outside and begins the trek to her car. It is quite the journey, her vision is swimming, her head is blaring, and she just feels so off balance…
Her fingers fumble around the door and she just meets the familiar comfort of the handle when someone from behind clutches her hips in a bruising grip.
On instinct, she burns the hands of the creep. She belatedly realizes that using magic on a human was probably a very, very stupid thing to do.
The hold remains though… the hands weren't burned.
Bonnie is confused; she still feels so dizzy…
'Why is the wind so loud?
'Why am I in a forest?'
'Wasn't I in the parking lot?'
'Where am I?'
Someone is still behind her. Their hands are still gripping her.
What is going on?
She realizes she has been struggling and trying to burn the person who still hasn't let go of her. No human can handle that. She's loosing consciousness. Her vision is fading, her senses are failing.
And amidst the inner chaos, she stays conscious just long enough to hear,
"My, my Miss Bennett. You've indulged quite a bit tonight. " His voice lowers, and so does his mouth. "I plan on doing the same"
And then she feels teeth pierce her neck and she is screaming.
'Stupid, stupid witch-bitch.'
Kol had compelled the bar tender to lace her drink.
Patiently, he had waited by her car. He most definitely enjoyed the sight of her stumbling through the parking lot, almost as much as he enjoyed the muddled fear and confusion marring her pretty features as he took her far away into the depths of the forest, where only the critters of the night bore witness to his wicked deeds.
'…on…onni…bonn..'
"Bonnie!"
Bonnie shakes her head and returns back to the conversation she was having with Caroline.
Caroline gives her best friend a worried look. "Bon, that was like the fifth time I called your name. What's wrong?"
The genuine concern in Caroline's voice almost brings tears to Bonnie's eyes.
Bonnie consoles the alarmed blonde, "Nothing Care, I'm fine."
Caroline smirks, "Yes, you are."
Bonnie's spirits lift a little at the light joke and Caroline is happy to see a small smile grace her friend's face.
Caroline realizes, with a heavy heart, that she hasn't seen it in a while. In an attempt to distract her best friend (from whatever worry is currently burdening her thoughts), Caroline rambles about clothing and the sale going on next week at the jewelry store downtown they used to frequent.
"…and I just went in the other day, the stuff is just as gorgeous as ever! There was this pseudo-modern pearl and shell necklace that I plan on marrying as soon as it's legal. Speaking of, where did you get yours! It's actually gorgeous; I think I'm reconsidering my choice of inanimate husband… Speaking of husbands, I finally got around to seeing Lawson's Lake yesterday and Mary-Anne finally pulled that stick out of her ass and accepted Jorgen's proposal. Didn't I tell you it would happen! I knew it right from season two when…"
Bonnie zones out.
She tends to do that these days.
It's not intentional, she just likes to take her respites from reality whenever she can get them.
'We haven't visited that jewelry place in so long… to be honest, I don't even remember the last time I even went shopping… hmm, this is a cute necklace. Where did I get it again? I guess it doesn't matter. Mary-Anne married Jorgen? What! I thought they hated each other? Thanks for the spoiler Caroline. Wait, Season two? When did they finish season one! Wow, I've really been out of the loo—'
"BONNIE!"
Concern clouds over Caroline's baby-blue orbs and Bonnie instantly feels guilty.
"I'm fine Care, I swear. I'm… I'm just a bit tired."
Caroline smirks in her devious, boy-crazed way. The blonde raises a brow "Who were you up with last night?"
Bonnie giggles.
Then, for the first time in a long time, Bonnie lets out an honest, carefree laugh. Relaxing and joking around at the Grille, while Caroline rambles about anything and everything (while sticking in more than a few innuendoes)… it's almost like they've been transported to two years ago… before Elena met Stefan and their lives went to Hell.
"I really missed you Care."
Caroline frowns, and the past is ripped away (was it really only a second ago that it was so teasingly dangled in front of her?). "Bonnie, I'm right here. There is nothing to miss. You… you know that right?"
Thankfully, Bonnie doesn't have to answer since Elena and the Salvatores choose that moment to join them at their table. Matt sees the trio enter the Grille, and also begins to make his way over once he finishes cleaning a nearby table.
They start talking about Klaus' decision to save the Gilberts from Kol, Shane's 'outlandish' claims, the possible ways of reaching the Cure before Rebekah, and how to stay the hell away from a homicidal Kol.
Bonnie nods at the appropriate times, sticks in an opinion once in a while, and accepts the fact that conversations regarding clothing and jewelry and TV drama's are long gone.
Mentally, she writes an epitaph.
'Here lies what my life should have been like. Past life, rest in peace… while my current life rests in pieces.'
Caroline gets a text and immediately heads out of the Grille.
Everyone else knows enough about her situation with Tyler to know that she's probably going to try and see if she can find somewhere sans-Klaus to converse with her runaway boyfriend.
Matt was called away a while ago to help a coworker with the dishes in the backroom.
So, Bonnie is left with Elena, Stefan, and Damon.
'Joy.'
She is about to recede into her thoughts again when Damon's glare prevents her. She's surprised to discover that, for once, it is not directed towards her. Rather, he had fixated his snarl at someone far behind her.
Turning in her seat, she finds her glare matching Damon's as her gaze focuses on the unwanted Original smirking at the other end of the Grille.
He is leaning against the wooden doorway of the Grille, somehow managing to make a casual gesture seem elegant.
Gosh, Bonnie hated his ability to do that.
And then, he walks just close enough for the four at the table to hear him.
"I'd like to talk with Bonnie."
Elena visibly relaxes, and the two brothers are happy that Kol's sights aren't set on the object of their affections.
Bonnie is reluctant to concede to the Original's request… but out of fear that his attentions with turn to Elena… she gets out of her seat.
They walk out of earshot of the trio whispering at the table. Bonnie sees Damon guide Elena out of the Grille. Stefan follows.
She ignores the pang of disappointment that shoots through her heart. She passes it off as relief that they've taken Elena out of harm's way.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she asks Kol what the bloody hell he wants from her.
He gives her a look, one which she can't quite decipher.
Then he whispers conspiringly, "If I had asked for Elena, or even Caroline, I wonder… would they have let them leave their protection so easily…"
Bonnie's glare deepens. "If you're trying to turn me against them, and you think I'm stupid enough to fall for it, you are deranged."
"Maybe so," he smirks "but I do have a point. You'd do well to try and understand it before it's too late…"
"Are you threatening me?!" Bonnie's voice raises slightly in disbelief.
The sly smile never leaves his face. A finger from his right hand traces up her left arm.
She zaps him, slightly.
For a second, she thinks she sees a genuine smile flicker on his face, but it disappears so quickly that Bonnie doubts it was ever there at all.
"It's not a threat" His smirk sobers. "It's a warning."
Her eyes widen.
"I wonder… did they even inquire as to your whereabouts last night?"
"Yes." She lied.
"Of course not," he sneers, "they didn't need a spell last night."
Kol sees doubt intrude upon her innocent brown orbs, and it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Mentally, he checks one more thing off his checklist.
"Tell yourself the truth. Say it out loud. Answer me honestly, did they even bother to check up on you last night?"
"No."
She doesn't understand why she admits it to him. It's not like it matters; she was home last night. So what if nobody cared enough to give her a call. They all have so much going on… it's unfair of her to ask that that they constantly think about her well-being. Right?
Kol smirks in contentment at her response. However, the bloody Salvatores coming back into the Grille hamper his contentment. The stupid quarterback chooses that time to re-enter the main area, and shock twists his fair features. The blonde neanderthal is angrily making his way through the crowd with the intention of stopping Kol's 'chat' with Bonnie.
To Kol's irritation, Bonnie notices Matt's worry. A mixture of hope and relief pushes away the doubt in her eyes, and Kol curses the commoner under his breathe.
Couldn't the simpleton see that Kol was busy succeeding at making the witch doubt her friendships? How rude of him to interrupt Kol's progress.
Stefan is (smartly) moving in front of the furious quarterback in order to stop the human from committing suicide.
But Kol knows that Bonnie has already witnessed Matt's concern. Kol wants to growl in irritation, but is quick to adjust his plan.
'If I can't make her doubt them….'
Kol's hand moves up her shoulder, hovers over the crevice of her collar, and lightly traces the necklace adorning her slender neck. He tries, fruitlessly, to hide his smirk as he comments. "Lovely piece of jewelry darling… "
Her gaze turns downwards towards his hand and the popular accessory.
As she examines the piece that Caroline had complimented her on earlier, she can't help but agree with the Blonde's earlier commentary. It is a pretty little thing: a short black cord lined with muted green stones, golden threads, and deep brown-red gems.
Again, she wonders where she got it.
His deep voice interrupts her thoughts.
"…I wonder, wherever did you obtain such a magnetic piece of jewelry…"
She is about to tell him to fuck off.
Then he gently places his hand on her cheek.
She's shocked by the contact for a second, then disgust takes over and she tries to pull away—
"Don't resist."
She doesn't.
And she has no clue why.
He smirks as she follows his command. His eyes are alight with sadistic amusement. His hand continue to slowly walk along the smooth skin of her cheek.
Bonnie has never felt so violated in her life.
She can't use her powers to burn him. She can't pull away. She can't do anything!
Panic starts to thrum through her. Why isn't her body listening…what is going on?! His body comes closer to her, and his lips comes perilously close to her ears as he murmurs,
"Go back to the riper and the commoner. Tell them only that you are leaving. Tell them that you are making a deal to… keep Elena safe. And… that in order for that deal to take place, they need to not contact you for the next 24 hours. Make it believable and genuine. Then come back here to me."
She turns, tells a shocked Stefan and Matt the story, and returns to Kol.
He just smirks at the expressions pasted on the visages of the Salvatores and the commoner. He knows they wouldn't stop her when Elena's safety was put into the equation.
Well, Matt is making some fuss, but the Salvatores are quick to stop him from chasing after Bonnie.
Speaking of, the witch is standing before him again. Worry and confusion lines her eyes, and Kol enjoys every iota of it.
' She still doesn't understand… Oh well! Time for the finale.'
His smirk is unnaturally wide as he brings his mouth closer to her soft, pink lips.
"Kiss me."
She does.
He grips onto her waist, and pulls her flush against himself as she continues to follow his command. He opens his eyes slightly to look behind her, towards her disbelieving friends.
'If I can't manipulate her into doubting them… well it won't be too hard to make them doubt her.'
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Preview for Chapter 5: Into the Forest
"What did you do to me!?"
P.S.
Plec has some nerve killing Bonnie…. The only reason I haven't given up the show and am not making some long rant about her death is the fact that there were Kennett scenes in the episode! 3 3 (also the fact that Plec stated Bonnie will still be a major character on the show/in the plot). I'm hoping that Kol and Bonnie will interact on the other side and we can get some more Kennett scenes! Moreover, how do you all feel about Mattx Rebekah? I had originally planned on incorporating Stefanx Rebekah... but I'm not a super big fan of them anymore. At the same time, I really, REALLY like Rebekah's character and want to give her someone to be with! :P