Note: Takes place in 3x14. Bonnie is kickass and should have been at the ball. Kol is my new favourite Original. Therefore I made this Kol/Bonnie fic. :) I really hope there are others who like this pairing too. Keep in mind for this I'm assuming Bonnie didn't get a proper look at Kol while he was in the coffin.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the love I have for these two characters. All starting quotes are from the song listed below.

Up In Flames – She Wants Revenge

"You don't have to dance with me, you don't have to dance at all."

Chapter 1

The first time Kol encounters the witch is at his family's ball. He was busy dancing with one of the human guests–a pretty brunette he had chosen simply because she happened to be his favourite blood type–when he had first set eyes on her. She was wearing a one shoulder black dress and he smiled in appreciation at how it fit her curves. Her chestnut hair was hanging freely, covering up any bare skin and it was clear to see she had gone for the simple, yet eye grabbing, appearance.

For the rest of the waltz he found himself staring at her and paying little attention to the dance, not that it mattered as Kol had perfected the waltz from years of practice, but it bothered him as to why he was in the predicament of taking occasional glances towards her.

He narrowed it down to curiosity. Why was such a beauty as herself standing alone with all but champagne as company whilst there was a traditional dance going on? Surely there would have been a suitor more than pleased to be her dance partner. These questions are what drove him to approach the witch straight after the dance, a charming smile in place as he approached to make the first impression.

"You must be the Bennett witch I've been hearing so much about."

Bonnie almost dropped the glass she was holding at the mention of her surname, but even more shocking was that they knew she was a witch. She looked at the owner of the smooth voice to be greeted with a young man. She would have said he was handsome had his brown eyes not been glazed in darkness and the smile he wore almost predatory.

"You heard correctly," she finally replied. Bonnie instantly knew something was dangerous about him, perhaps it was her witch senses, but it was more in the way he held himself–like a lion about to strike.

It wouldn't be unlikely for him to a vampire or a werewolf–or both; a hybrid. The fact he knew she was a witch pretty much ruled out the chance of him being human. Either way, she took a step back to create some distance between the stranger.

Kol's eyes followed the movement, smirking before he met her gaze again. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, though I'm afraid I never caught a first name."

And you never will, she thought firmly.

His grin widened at her obvious refusal to give information about herself. He already knew this one would be a challenge; usually he could get females–even witches who were set in their ways about vampires–to fall for his charm immediately. Kol took in her current appearance; clenched hands, furrowed brow and an already judgemental coating in her eyes. Interesting. To his knowledge he hadn't done anything to harm this witch, yet she was already accusing him.

"What do you want?" Bonnie asked harshly. The way he was looking–no, observing–her was disturbing.

Despite them being in a crowded room, which contained some of her friends, she still felt cornered by this person. To make matters even worse he closed the already small distance between them and took her hand in his. She stiffened as his bare cool skin came into contact with hers and the touch revealed who, and most importantly, what he was. As she had previously guessed he was a supernatural being. But not just any vampire–he was an Original. Just her luck.

"I simply wanted to introduce myself," he replied unfazed at her harsh tone and brought her hand to his lips. He glanced up at her–not for permission but to gauge her reaction–and smirked at the result. The witch's eyes had narrowed even more and Kol could clearly hear the speeding race her heart was pounding at. The witch may be able to act like he wasn't able to affect her but her reactions easily contradicted her. Kol would later blame this early satisfaction for his late response at the witch's next action.

Before his lips could draw any closer to her, Bonnie sent enough of her power to her stolen hand to burn him. It was her turn to smirk as he instantly withdrew his hand with a hiss, his skin now decorated with an angry pink mark. Her smirk swiftly vanished however when she saw how quickly the wound disappeared. She was fully aware that the Originals were stronger than ordinary vampires, but to actually see the fast healing ability with her own eyes scared her more then she wanted to admit. It was easy to understand she would be no match for this Original, she only hoped he had enough…manners to not slaughter her in front of all these people.

"You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?" Kol kept his tone playful to hide the anger he felt at her trick. "I see now why you have no dance partner."

Kol couldn't believe that the bloody witch had dared to burn him! Simply because he went to kiss her hand! He may have been daggered for other a century but he was certain that the greeting hadn't gone out of fashion just yet. Further proof was that he had easily allured plenty of females earlier by the simple gesture.

Her jaw clenched at his insult. There had been many who had tried to get her to dance, but she'll be dammed if she was going to dance at a party hosted by vampires. Bonnie was only at this ball for one thing. She responded scathingly, "Keep your hands off me, vampire."

"Silly me. I seem to have forgotten witches have that annoying detecting ability," he shrugged, "ah well. I've never been very good at pretending to be human."

The way he pronounced the word human, like it was the worst thing in the world, told Bonnie everything she needed to know about the Original. He did not care for human life or think them equal. She wondered how many he had fooled and the number of people he had killed hiding behind his charming façade. I won't be one of them, she vowed to herself.

"I don't suppose you would want to dance with me then?" Kol asked lightly, knowing the request would anger her further.

Her eyes narrowed at how persistent he was. "You suppose correctly."

Kol's smile flickered in impatience at her short and clipped answers. The girl knew what he was, yet instead of simply indulging him so that she may leave alive tonight she instead denied him? How irritating… but oddly endearing at the same time. She really was going to be a challenge.

"What a shame…" he trailed off, letting her build up hope before he added, "And yet I wasn't asking for your permission, Miss Bennett." Kol then went to snatch her arm, fully intent on dragging her, when he felt the sudden, unrelenting and agonizing pain in his head.

Bonnie watched with approval as his grip loosened and he took a step back, before he raised a hand to his head.

"What-the-bloody-hell!" He snarled out, glancing up through the pain to give her a deadly look.

"Oh, what's wrong?" Bonnie inquired innocently, "I thought you wanted to dance?" She smiled as he let out an animalistic snarl; clearly he was done with pretending.

"You can't keep this up forever–," he broke off as she increased the pain and snarled furiously, "–and the second this spell stops I can easily tear out your heart."

He was right, Bonnie realised with panic. The brain aneurysm would soon wear off. Her magic was draining far too fast–far more than usual–because he was much older and therefore stronger. While focusing on his blood cells, she looked around for help only to find unfamiliar faces. The Salvatore brothers were no-where in sight and even though Elena and Caroline probably wouldn't be able to help much it would have been comforting to know they were nearby. No, she argued, if they weren't close she wouldn't have to worry about them getting hurt.

Her vision started to become blurry and she chose another tactic; call out his bluff. "You would murder me in front of all these people?"

"Of course not." Kol smiled dangerously as the pain became slightly more bearable. "I'll take my anger out on a few human guests we still have roaming around later if you don't stop the spell." He saw the alarm pass through her eyes at the threat to innocents. Gotcha. "Would you like to pick the victim, witch? Brunette or blonde? I'm not fussy."

The pain died out immediately. With an arrogant smirk, Kol straightened himself and regarded the witch in front of him. The spell had clearly taken a lot of energy from her. He was both annoyed and impressed she had managed to keep up that trick for so long.

Kol offered his hand with confidence; surely the witch had now learned her spells would be pointless. "Now how about that dance, Miss..?"

Bonnie looked at the hand with much disgust, tempted to really set it on fire this time. With very much hesitation and reluctance she reached her hand out, her mind racing as she went through the various spells she could use –

"Hey hey, what's this? He gets a dance but I don't? I have to say I'm offended, judgey."

Bonnie turned to the sarcastic drawl to see Damon Salvatore, leaning against the table helping himself to the drinks laid out, watching them with an amused smirk. Bonnie never thought she'd actually be thankful to see the big-headed Salvatore, but then she never thought she'd be forced into a dance with a Mikaelsen either.

Kol finally moved his eyes off the witch and stared at the new arrival with great distaste. "When I said that you didn't particularly stand out, it wasn't an invitation for you to bother me."

He had been so close to getting the witch to admit defeat and then this pest had to show up. Not that it mattered; he could easily dispose of the intruder and carry on from where he left off with the girl.

Damon continued despite Kol's now dangerous demeanour. "What can I say? I'm eager to make a lasting impression."

"As I am eager to get rid of this nuisance." Kol approached Damon with an insincere smile as he considered how to dispose of the irritation–leave his body rotting on the stairs for everyone to see? He may as well might a spectacle of it.

Bonnie watched as the two vampires seemed to enter a glaring contest and started readying herself for when she was sure she'd have to save Damon's ass. If it came down to it she was fully prepared to set them both on fire. It was during these thoughts when she felt the presence of another vampire and turned to see Elijah standing next to her, calmly watching, before he looked down to her with a nod. She assumed the nod was an 'I'll-handle-these-two-idiots' gesture.

"Gentlemen," Elijah cut in, "I trust you both know better than to display acts of violence here."

Kol sighed dramatically as he spun round to face the other annoying arrival, "Brother, do lighten up! Just because you're dead doesn't mean you can't live a little."

Elijah was clearly not amused at his brother's jokes and continued, "I'm sure mother would be very interested to know the trouble you are causing to one of the Bennett witches."

Kol raised an eyebrow at the silly threat. "I'm afraid you have mistaken me for Klaus. The mummy threats don't work so well on me." He paused as he considered the consequences. Esther had been good friends with one from the Bennett blood line during their time as human. He clicked his tongue as he pictured the dreadful lecture he would receive. "You're really no fun, Elijah," he said disappointed and looked at the two males before coming to a decision. "Very well, Salvatore gets to live another day."

"Oh joy," Damon muttered as he raised his champagne to Kol and mocked, "much appreciated."

Bonnie automatically smashed the glass he was holding, causing Damon to look down at the now shattered glass on the floor in shock before glancing at the only person who could have caused the random destruction. She returned his stare with a warning glare; don't screw things up, they're leaving! He simply rolled his eyes in response and reached for another drink.

Elijah and Kol both watched the interaction. As they shared an amused smirk Elijah began to leave, all too happy for Damon to be left to the wrath of the witch, and Kol followed casually behind.

But not before the young Original gave her a long, significant and lingering look that made her shiver in anticipation. Bonnie didn't like what it may have promised.

In the end only one thing was certain.

Neither had learned each other's name.