A/N: I'm sorry I took forever to update this fic guys but this one takes a lot out of me emotionally because I'm so invested in their journey.

After experiencing a car accident (not serious) a few days ago, I thought it was kismet that I should include Kol's POV in this fic. It is after all meant to be somewhat of a love triangle; even I don't know who she will end up with as the characters are dictating that direction. It will also heighten the drama a little bit (I hope) and bring a new energy to the story.

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Build a new silhouette, the skyline is up ahead

-Sleeping at Last

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This wasn't a rehearsal.

He was here even though he was not quite present.

Everything moved so gradually, gliding in reverse.

You cannot recreate such a masterpiece, he thought as he began his solo, a fluid spin where he lived on in wailing cellos and screeching wheels. His arms lifted, head snapping back as if he was a conducting an orchestra under the ocean. There were no notes; no fingers striking ivory keys, there were just the pauses between the notes, the lyrics of his limbs as he crashed into glass.

The patterns and the mathematics of it were so precise. He had calculated this moment the instant he had seen the other automobile approaching from his left without yielding. Kol had calculated the pause that never came, a great miscalculation on his part. Intricate patterns, theories and arithmetic were never his strong points and now he finally understood the why. He was a creature of chaos, an artist and a musician.

The patterns gathered, repeated themselves and called on to fate and destiny. Kol's hands abandoned the steering wheel, strumming the noiseless air in reverse.

Suddenly, he was deaf to the melody and then came the crack and crunch of cold hard metal.

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He was drowning in her need for him.

At least that's what Kol told himself as he watched Bonnie worry the firewood between her soft hands. She wore the sunlight well; gold light teasing the coils of her tangled hair and it seemed to bounce around her. She brought everything around her to life, sparks of light flying off in every direction.

"What did you bring me today?" he investigated, the flicker in his brown eyes chasing her new silver bracelet. He hurried past the charms dangling from it, the electric guitar, the skull and what appeared to be a small silver barnyard.

"Look at you; you're like a kid on Christmas day!" Bonnie chuckled glancing up at him and her unbearable smile caught the light again. She tossed a log into the vast fireplace, the burnt smell of wet wood chased his senses and motes of swept dust still filled the air around them.

"Ouch" she winced, stabbing her finger on a sharp splinter and Kol wheeled himself to her side in a flash. Without thinking, he snatched her finger and pressed it to his lips, softly nipping her soft skin between his teeth. It took Bonnie a while to realize what was happening and in a blink, she snatched her hand away from his grasp.

'Kol, you can't-"he heard her breath suck and hold, felt the tremor in her tiny gasp.

"I apologise, you hurt yourself and I reacted"

"Well, don't re-act again" her voice was shaky, the bright flames spurted in the fireplace and the brittle firewood broke around the fire. Suddenly, the space around them sagged, heavy and very still. Kol heard the overreaching branches slap the French doors, gusts of wet wind swishing russet leaves around the courtyard.

"I make no promises" he whispered, holding her gaze. "You could have burnt yourself, darling"

"Thank you" she stole her hand away, her eyes looking everywhere else but at him.

"We should put a bandage on that"

"It's only a flesh wound"

"Sometimes those are the worst kind"

"I'll be alright" she pushed back her hair, her cheeks burning scarlet against her green sweater. For a moment Kol was caught between the green of her sweater and the glimmering emerald of her eyes.

"Thank you for being here, thank you for taking care of me" he finally confessed, his mouth felt fat and heavy.

"What are ex- girlfriends' for?" she cleared her throat before she cracked him a smile, one of those unbearable ones, the ones that broke his heart.

"I brought you the first season of Twin Peaks" she said cheerfully, rising to her feet and rushing to her messenger bag.

"Will you be watching it with me?" he smiled, caught in the dappled light of the massive lounge, caught in the lights and shadows that raced her bare feet as they tapped against the floorboards.

"Kol" she said playfully, tossing her hair back over her shoulder to laugh with him, or rather at him.

He had missed that move, that hair thing she did.

"It's no fun if I have no one to watch it with me" he grinned, harmlessly like a tiger baring its teeth.

"You have Berta, your highly qualified nurse"

"You want me to watch a sexy show with a nurse called Big Berta?" he quipped "have you seen Berta's cankles and her moustache?" he chuckled, wanting to seize her hand. "Where's the justice in that?"

She giggled, pushing his heart against his chest with every silvery titter.

Car crashes must have been the universal language that allowed people to converse with each other because she was here with him now and everything was crystal clear for him.

"Stay" his voice gripped his throat, a crackling burn.

"You always get what you want, don't you?" she rolled those eyes, crossed her arms against her chest and did that hair thing again. She was toying with him, punishing him. Why else was she here if not to punish him.

"Yes. Stay" he insisted, straightening up in his wheelchair. Slowly he dragged the wheels along the hardwood floor to close the gap between them. Bonnie was enjoying herself too much, he thought.

"You're the proverbial little rich boy"

"You've never called me spoilt before" he tilted his head, observing her through dusky eyes.

"I've never noticed before" her eyes wavered, leaping toward the endless staircase leading to the three empty bedrooms upstairs.

"Stop making excuses. Stay"

"I see you also dipped into the trust fund" she replied coolly, her eyes continuing their angry voyage, tumbling over his new baby grand piano, the twinkling chandelier above them and the heavy open drapes.

"Daddy had to fund something now, didn't he?" he replied scornfully.

"I need to go" she announced grabbing her things, forcefully stuffing the Twin Peaks DVD in his limp hand.

"Do you love him?" Kol's bark echoed in the massive house following her as she rushed for the glass door. Bonnie hesitated and outside the wind shrieked, rain and wind cutting everything around it.

"Who?" she asked, breathing hard and fast.

"Come on, darling" he smirked, wheelchair lingering in the middle of the imposing room "don't do that. Do you love him?"

"Yes. I love him" she flung the words at him then speedily charged out the door leaving only the squeal of floor boards and startled fire.

Kol had lied to himself; he wasn't drowning in her need for him. It was he who needed, he who had depended on her kindness for so long. He didn't know how to exist without it.

He loved her and only her. It seemed like all his life he had loved her.

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Damon's truck rattled in the driveway, its engine heating up. Shoulders hunched against the drizzling rain, Bonnie jogged to him and he opened the door for her. She stuffed herself in the passenger seat before reaching her hand over to the driver's side to open the door for him.

"You don't have to keep doing this"

"Doing what Bon" he smirked, combing wet fingers through wet raven hair.

"Dropping me off me and picking me up" she replied, placing her hands in front of the heater. It wasn't warm like the fire had been inside Kol's house. It was a sombre heat, dim, muddled with saw dust and dank smells.

"I want to"

"Kol won't bite me" she said before she turned to look at him and then his blue blue eyes compelled her, sucked her in breaking the magpies lose inside her belly.

"It's not his bite that I'm worried about" he waggled his eyebrows and she laughed nudging him with her elbow.

"Damon, are you jealous?"

"Let's just say, should anything happen," he paused, a flicker in dusty blue eyes "I'll huff and puff and blow his whole house down"

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm right here" she grinned, drew his face to her and kissed him.

Bonnie had no need for Damon's dry dusty car heater; she had the living breathing fire of his kiss.

"Funny weather, "Damon said, pulling out of the gravel driveway "sun and rain all at once"