Hi, how are you doing? So, this is my first attempt in writing Kennett, and this first oneshot was posted like a month ago, on Tumblr (Hi, I'm dontstopfangirling!). I firstly planned to keep those stories going along with the series, but given the recent events with our girl Bonnie, I don't know what I'm gonna do. For now, enjoy it :)

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Talking to Him

I
Sight

At first it was only a dream.
Bonnie saw his angel face as they walked by each other in that corridor. Only this time he said her name. She woke up. Then she realized it wasn't that same place. And they weren't wearing the same clothes.

And it was weird but, by the time she heard her name in his voice, her pulse reached full speed. She would have giggled if it wasn't for the surprise.

Because she was a witch, she knew dreaming of the dead could be dangerous. But, because she was a 21st century's woman, she also knew that dreaming of handsome men was just natural. And, considering Kol was both handsome and dead, dreaming of him was a little bit sad. Kind of pathetic.

- Not the right time to think about dead vampires, Bonnie. Not the right time. - She moaned to herself and jumped out of the bed, ready to enjoy breakfast alone in an empty house.

By the second time, it was even weider. She thought she'd saw his face - just a glimpse - while walking through the school's cafeteria at lunch time. She looked again, confused. It was only a freshman. A blonde, too-short-to-be-him, freshman.

Bonnie frowned. "How come did I...?"

— It may be the stress. — She shook her head to wipe off the thought of him, and smiled as she sat with Elena and Caroline at their usual table

At the third time, she almost fainted. It had been weeks since that last time at the cafeteria, and she was pretty sure she hadn't thought about him at all. So how come she could actually see Kol smiling at her outside her window? Bonnie shivered as realization hit her: her mind wasn't playing tricks at her, it wasn't the stress of living "the secret life of the american witch".

She was being haunted by the ghost of a handsome vampire.

— Get lost, I'm not letting you in! — She yelled at his image on the other side of the glass, and pulled the drapes closed.

— You do not have to. — Said his voice, right on her ear.

She turned, and found herself face to face with Kol. He looked just like ever, with his mocking smirk and the messy light-brown hair. Hard to believe he was dead. Or, more precisely, deader than he had been in the last thousand years.

She was about to scream. One thing was dealing with an Original vampire; she was pretty capable of putting them down. But the ghost of one? Ghosts were hard work. Specially when she didn't have a grimmoire in hands.

Kol watched her expression, and raised a brow, cautiously backing off. He lifted his hands, palms to her, and slowly began to speak:

— Please, do not push me away again.

She closed her mouth. Was he... begging?

— Again? What... what is happening? What do you want from me?!

He sighed, as if he needed air. Old habits die hard.

— Firstly, I need you to be calm. — He slowly dropped his hands to the sides of his body. — I will not cause you harm. — Bonnie didn't know why, but she believed him. - I have been trying to contact you for months, still you became scared every time and proceeded to block me.

— Block... you? But I'm not doing anything, I just keep seeing you around...

He smiled at her. Bonnie felt her inners melt. She wasn't supposed to feel this way about a dead vampire, right? Doesn't matter how damn good he looked.

— You are too powerful. Your instinct tells you to shove away everything that scares you. And so you do every once you see me. — He blinked and, for a moment, Bonnie could actually see through him — I do not have time for explanations. It requires too much energy for me to be here, so listen. You have to stop your friends. They shall not bring Silas to life again. He cannot walk over the earth. Otherwise, terrible things will happen.

Bonnie frowned. Why was she listening to the enemy's ghost, anyway?

— And why should I trust you? You tried to choke me, you tried to kill Jeremy. And, anyways, we need the cure. And we need Silas in order to have it. Not buying you dead bullshit, sorry.

Kol sighed. He should have known it wouldn't be plain simple to talk to her.

— Listen, beautiful. Things are different from... well, from this side. I have a great amount of free time to think and, how you would say, to figure things out in here. And I have been watching your side as well. — He gazed right into her eyes — There are some people around you, Bonnie, you think they are your friends, but they are not. You think they care about you, but they do not.

— Oh, and you're trying to convince that you do? Please...

— Look, you do not have to trust me. — again, Bonnie could see her bedroom through Kol, but now not just for a second; he was fading. He smiled, sadly — My time is over. Just, please, be careful. And think before you do anything. You are a good person, Bonnie Bennett. I will be watching over you.

And just like that he was gone, and Bonnie left alone again. She sat in her bed and cried, not even knowing why.

We see each other again, huh? Thank you for reading :)

I have yet another oneshot writen for this project, which I'm gonna post this week. So, if you like, leave me a review and tell me your thoughts! I'm also accepting requests on this premise, so if you wanna see Ghost!Kol and Bonnie interacting under any certain circumstances, tell me and I'll do the best that I can to write a new drabble for you.

(I apologize for Kol' vocabulary, tho. As you can see, English is not my first language, and I struggle to write characters from another age, because I simply don't know a single thing about Old English. I have to re-read Shakespeare, this time untranslated, to improve my writing skills ^.^)

Once again, THANK YOU! See you soon. XoXo.