Note: Dedicate this chapter to my fanfic gal pal and amazing writer Fireismyelement. I yet again recommend her awesome kennett stories, or Kol stories in general.

Everyone has probably noticed by now my fic Kol is not all fluffy. I honestly loved the idea of Kol from what we heard of him before he had any scenes. The playful crazy evil evil younger brother, who has a thing for witches. I will stick with that Kol.

Enjoy and Review. ;).

Why don't we get drunk off lust

drunk off fear and passion

anything but trust

After their little intimate ordeal, Kol had decided to show her around his manor. He continued to lightly touch her skin at every opportunity. Only light brushes, she noted. He was being a perfect gentleman, which surprised her. She had expected him to use their little encounter to bargain full on sex. Yet he gave her space and showed her around. He seemed very proud of his home, which was understandable - it was magnificent.

They had reached the paintings in the hall, which he stopped to explain the significance of each one. She was glad he was charismatic and made everything sound interesting, or she would have been bored. Museums had been more Elena's thing growing up. She did love old artifacts and priceless jewels, but paintings never really interested her.

"You look positively bored sweetheart," he sounded more amused than angry.

"I never really was into art. I sucked at drawing and painting, so it's kind of annoying seeing these amazing works by talented people." She shrugged it off, still observing the paintings.

She noticed him smile out the corner of her eye. She was glad she had not offended him. That was the last thing she needed, to offend the vampire holding her hostage.

"That is amazing, darling. I too never really cared for paintings and such. That was always Klaus's thing, as he would constantly rub it in our faces." He grinned.

"That smug bastard totally would," she muttered.

She forgot about his super vampire hearing, as he turned to her with the most satisfied smile on his face. He pulled her closer, as he placed his palm against her cheek. Lightly stroking it, while giving her what she considered bedroom-eyes. Bonnie considered that he looked ready for round two, and wished she had some place to hide.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she tried not to sound embarrassed.

"I just love the way you insult my brother, darling. It rather turns me on, so please continue." His eyes lit up in amusement.

His fingers lightly stroking her cheek were getting closer to her lips. She was feeling the body heat rise up inside of her all over again from his touch, and so decided to distract him. Plus she liked dissing Klaus, which was a bonus in the situation.

"Your brother is a smug little asshole that acts like someone took his fav toy away. He throws tantrums like a little kid not getting a cookie, and thinks he's some kind of God. He could win worst moron of the year award," she let out in a rush.

Kol laughed so much, that he dropped his hand away from her face to hold his stomach. She was puzzled by his hysterics. He seemed to find it more funny than she did, as he continued laughing. She raised an eyebrow in question, causing him to finally regain his posture. Even wiping a few tears away from all the laughter.

"Wow sweetheart, I could kiss that sweet mouth of yours again. It's rare I hear anyone insult my brother like you just did. I guess being an indestructible hybrid does cause most to not say what they really think of him. It's honestly nice to have someone be so carefree about it." He laughed again.

She could not help but smile too. Seeing Kol's handsome smile was worth dissing his brother, considering that felt equally as good to her. There was just one thing she was puzzled over, which she decided to voice aloud.

"But why can't you insult him? I mean you guys are his siblings, and are just as indestructible as he is. I should know." She thought of all the trouble she and her friends had trying to kill the immortal family.

He tilted his head and observed her in interest, before smiling. Deciding to answer her question.

"Because Klaus takes insults from us far worse than any stranger. Need I remind you he stabbed us all and dumped us in boxes, even when we were loyal to him. It matters not to my brother who insults him, it's always a matter of his own pride. I'm not going against him to insult him."

He walked up to a painting of himself and Klaus, touching the edges delicately. She looked at his face, that seemed in deep thought over a memory; no doubt one he had shared with Klaus.

"Why are you doing all this then? If not to insult and make him angry?" She had whispered the question to herself, but of course he had heard it.

She felt panic when he turned his gaze to her, that was full of rage. He looked ready to rip into her throat if she so much as moved, but he soon schooled it back into a neutral expression. Then his mouth formed into a wide grin, making her feel like she had whiplash from his mood swings. She raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Oh sweet Bonnie. I'm not just doing this to make Klaus throw a tantrum. You see I always had plans to rule this place, but my brother constantly got in the way. I guess it's also a little payback for how he has treated me over the years. But the honest answer? because it's fun. I like to have fun at my brother's expense. But I guess I do have to thank him for one thing," he said the last part in excitement.

She didn't know if she wanted the answer. He looked a little too happy over whatever it was, which was never good thing when it came to Kol.

"Yes, I do owe him for something." He was looking at her now in interest.

Before she noticed him moving, he was behind her. She shivered as she felt his arms snake around her hips, while his head and full lips went to the spot on her neck. The same spot he had fed from earlier, as he lightly kissed the fang marks left there. His lips on her skin and body so close, made her heart speed up. She didn't know if it was out of fear she shivered, or because she secretly enjoyed his proximity. He lightly trailed his finger down her spine, causing her to jump slightly. He let out a sigh, his breath tickling the skin of her neck. Although they had shared passion only moments ago, he was still a dangerous predator.

"Yes, my brother sent me an exquisite gift, you," he whispered into her neck.

God, why does he make me feel like this? She tried to hold back an appreciative moan. His hand running up and down her hip, felt like it was burning her skin through her jeans. His other hand drifted further up till it reached her ribs, going up further to the underside of her breast. He continued to breath over her neck, making her want to rub her body fully against him.

He began placing light bites against the side of her neck he had fed from. The feel of his fangs against her neck should have scared her, but the feel of his warm hands now cupping the undersides of her breasts gave her other feelings. He kissed her cheek playfully before turning her around to face him. She almost wanted to scream at him to go back to what he was doing, but knew Kol loved to tease.

"I'm glad you're here Bonnie. I was disappointed after our last meeting," he sounded upset with her.

She knew why. She had turned him down, it probably still hurt his male pride.

"Well excuse me for being dead, and not happy making deals with the devil." She huffed out a sigh, looking away from his cute boyish grin.

"Hmm devil you say? I have heard that before," he whispered against her lips.

He began to taste her lower lip, biting a little like the hungry vamp he was. She moaned, hating the way her body wanted him so badly. She questioned why the attraction was so much stronger now. Was it because of their situation? Or that she was spending more time with him, and finally experiencing Kol for what he was? She could not work it out.

"You're doing it again," he whispered against her lips.

It woke her up from thoughts, as she looked into his light eyes that now seemed more hazel green than his earlier vamp-out.

"Doing what?" she asked out in confusion.

"Over-thinking in that pretty little head of yours." He grinned.

He ran his fingers against her jaw, tipping her head up slightly to look him fully in the eyes.

"Most would think you were not a talker, but I know you're thinking a lot sweetheart. Us villains can tell, considering we constantly plot in our minds. Have you always done that?" He sounded interested.

She was surprised by his observation. Not even her friends knew that she was usually silent because she was constantly thinking. Over the years she played hero-witch, she constantly had to plan in her head. All insecurities had to be hidden, as she would put on her fake brave facade to fall everyone into thinking she was strong. It worked, but it came with a price. It meant she was always suffering in silence. She never expected Kol of all people to figure that out. It was an unexpected surprise, causing her to be speechless.

"I see you once again have nothing to say, which means I'm right." His confident smirk was back.

She pushed him away from her, annoyed by his smugness. He laughed and came back to stand close to her, like he could not stand to put distance between them. She stepped back a little, and he followed by stepping forward, smiling at her annoyed expression.

"You don't know anything, Kol," she mumbled in agitation.

She felt self conscious and wanted a wall put between herself and Kol. She hated that he had figured her out. She wanted to run and hide from him, and was glad when asshole-blonde-vamp turned up to interrupt them. She might have hated the blonde vamp friend, but right at that moment he was her savior. She could have hugged him if she knew for sure he wouldn't kill her. Letting out a sigh of relief as blonde-vamp whispered something in Kol's ear. It got his attention, but he was looking only at Bonnie.

His attention to her did not waver. He looked curious, dangerous, all the things that made her want to run in that moment. She felt her heart speed up when she looked into his eyes, that were watching her in interest. He had not even turned his head to acknowledge his vampire buddy, merely nodded as blondie talked.

His eyes full of desire and something darker, continued to rest only on her. She had to look away in fear of what it meant. When Kol finished listening, he finally looked at his vampire buddy.

"Bring them in," he announced.

The blonde vampire grinned in eagerness before leaving. She knew that was not a good sign, as she looked at Kol whom was smiling in equal happiness.

This isn't right, he looks way too damn happy.

She looked in the direction the blonde had left. He was back in the room within two minutes, making her jump back in surprise. Even with vampire friends the speed and element of surprise made her jump. Kol laughed at her reaction, enjoying watching her on edge.

The blonde had thrown two men on the ground. They were dressed in fancy white shirts and black pants, like they had just come back from a dinner party. They were on their knees with their hands tied behind their back, facing an amused Kol. She could sense the men were vampires too, and wondered who the hell they were, and why Kol had them begging in front of him.

"Gentlemen. I see my brother managed to persuade you," he sounded disappointed.

They both looked down at the floor, looking guilty and pitiful. Kol shook his head like a father not happy with his children, as he got down on eye level with them. He looked deep into their eyes like he was reading their deepest secrets. She recognized that look, the one that assessed her. It made her feel a sense of lust that was shameful, but also fear. She had this gut feeling she should run but her legs would not move.

"Don't deny it, I can tell you feel for my brother's agenda. My brother is not one for charm, so I'm guessing bribes?" It wasn't a question.

Their earlier conversation popped up in her head, and she wondered if this was his game with Klaus. Guessing his men fell for the bait. A loyalty test maybe? She already felt sorry for the the poor guys facing Kol with fear in their eyes.

"I knew you would gentlemen, so please don't feel ashamed." He stood up and looked down at them grinning.

It made her feel cold, how boyish he looked as he grinned at his vampire men. He seemed like a carefree young guy, and not the murderer she knew he was. It was creepy in that sense he was not like Klaus. With Klaus there was that unhappy look on his face that let you knew his mood and when he was going to strike. Kol continued to look like a young guy wanting to party and enjoy life. You just didn't know that him enjoying life, is by ending the lives of others.

The men were now begging for his forgiveness, which he scoffed off as if the suggestion was absurd. She didn't even know that vampires could sweat till she saw it dripping off their faces. They were scared of Kol, and she was starting to understand why. His smile was sweet but his eyes hinted danger behind the amusement.

"You see boys, I don't like attempts on my life." He looked over at Bonnie as he said this.

She felt herself go cold with the look he gave her. Although he looked amused, it was a promise of punishment she could see hiding behind his polite mask. He turned back to his men, and what happened next had her jumping back in shock.

He had dug his whole hand into the vampire's ribcage. She heard the crunching sound, making her ill. She could see the bone and blood peeking out from the blood stained white shirt. He then proceeded to take out the guy's beating heart like it was nothing. He held it in front of the guy, like a he was presenting a blood-covered gift to him. Laughing slightly as the guy's eyes glazed over with death and shock seeing his heart in Kol's hands. Kol watched and enjoyed that look, before throwing the heart on the ground like it was trash.

The other vampire seeing the fate of his friend, tried to get up and run. Kol had quickly pushed him down by his shoulders. The man was looking at Bonnie with true fear in his eyes, making her cover her mouth in shock. Kol was watching her reaction with slight interest, before digging his blood covered fingers into the guys throat till blood splattered all over his face. The guy had choked to death, but Bonnie could only focus on the blood pouring out the wound. It had covered Kol's face, making him appear like the true monster he was.

She could not stop shivering as she looked at the man that had pleasured her only moments earlier. He was licking some blood off his fingers, the blood of his own vampire men. Smiling and enjoying the taste. She tried to hold back a scream as she covered her mouth. She should have been desensitized to vampire gore and violence by now, but it felt so raw and real in the situation she found herself in. It was like a show put on for her, and bloody gore fest that made her want to run in fear. It really was opening her up to the violent world of her vampire friends. That this was the reality of vampire killing, making her wonder how she didn't break down after witnessing it from vampires before. Maybe it was the fact he was not killing humans for fun and food, it was his own vampire men. It made her realize that no matter how charming he and her friends might appear, they had killed in the same evil way. Almost like getting a slap of reality in the face. She had never wanted to run like she did right then.

She had not noticed him observing her like wild animal with his head titled. Blood was dripping down his face, onto those sinful lips that had kissed her. She felt dirty and scared looking at those very same lips, deciding now was a good time to run.

She made it to the door before she felt his hand push it close. She was facing the door, shaking all over. Her breath became gasps as she felt him breath behind her, his breath tickling her neck. For the first time since he had killed that first man, she was truly scared of him. She felt his fingers gently touch the back of her neck, causing her heart to beat faster. She felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown as she felt his cold fingers touch her.

She was trying to hold back from screaming, scared he might hurt her too. She felt wet lips at the back of her neck, making her jump in alarm. His hand snaked around her waist, as she felt the blood from his lips drip down her spine. It was cold and wet as it dripped down her top, touching the skin of her back. The blood running down her spine felt like his cold fingers he was using to touch her.

She felt like a scared trapped animal. Shaking so much she was near hyperventilating. She wondered if he was doing all this to scare her on purpose. He seemed to enjoy her fear, as she felt him sigh into the pulse of her neck. Enjoying the feel of drumming it presented as the fear spiked her adrenaline.

She thought he was going to bite her then. She got ready for the pain, but it never came. Instead he spun her around and she was against the door. Looking into his cold dark vampire eyes that were brimming with mischief. He was grinning, and the blood was covering his face like red paint. It stained some of his perfect white teeth, making him look even more demonic. She looked at him in fear, her lips trembling with the desire to scream.

Waiting for the death blow, instead found her chin tipped up. His lips crashing onto her own with passion she had never experienced before. Her lips were still trembling, as his lips continued to smear blood over her own. Then his tongue slid into her mouth, covering her own in the metallic taste of blood. She had put up her hands to push him away, but instead they now clung to his shirt in panic.

The desire in his kiss was more than he had shown previously. This time it seemed the killing had made him drunk with passion, and he was sharing it with her. She did not want it. She wanted to wipe the blood from her mouth as she cried out, but his lips capturing the cry made her weak with shameful desire. She did not know she possessed a dark side that liked it. It felt like the time she did dark magic, letting herself go.

Her fear and his lust mixing into a dangerous cocktail she was also getting drunk off, as she felt her own tongue stroke his of it's own accord. He moaned into her mouth, letting more of the sour blood fill it. His face brushing her cheek had made her own face become painted with the red. She could now feel the sin of it covering her. He went back to kissing her again, or more like ravaging her lips and letting her taste the blood of his men. She didn't push him away, and found herself slightly giving in. Too confused and weak to push him away. Not even wanting to, as she explored this darker desire she had kept hidden.

She shamefully indulged, till his hunger was satisfied.