Surrender

By: Lab7417

Note: This story is in response to a request by xenahal from a long time ago. I hope that I can do the request justice. I don't know how fast I will get this up here because this is the first time I'm posting a story I haven't written completely. Hope you enjoy!

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Where most of those around him were obviously wary of the darkness of this late hour Kol embraced it. With his superior eyesight the darkness wasn't any problem. He turned onto Canal Street and noticed that even the six lanes that were usually bustling here were quiet in the middle of the night. The smell of irresistible magic-filled blood was getting stronger and he continued along.

Finally, he saw a body before him near the interstate overpass and he flashed ahead. There was blood everywhere - a large puddle of it. The body was a mess but it was definitely a witch. 'What a waste' Kol thought as he knelt down to roll the body over and see if it was one he recognized.

Horror clenched deep in his gut as he rolled the body over and realized it was Bonnie Bennett - his little witch. What was she doing in New Orleans? Why would someone hurt her like this? The pain erupting in Kol was making it hard for him to concentrate but a soft moan from Bonnie drew his attention and he realized she was still partially conscious.

She wasn't dead.

He could save her.

Kol slit open his wrist and held it against her lips. At first she wasn't swallowing and she cried out as he readjusted her body. He tried again and this time she was able to swallow.

"Bonnie what happened? Who did this to you?" Kol asked angrily.

"Car," Bonnie gasped and some of the blood trickled from her lip - he wasn't sure if it was his or hers. Moisture trailed down her cheek and it took him a moment to realize it was his tears.

"You were hit by a car?" he asked and she barely nodded. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain and not getting any better. Obviously the car had been going very fast when they hit her. They either had never seen her or they didn't care. A moment later he realized she had relaxed in his arms. He hoped maybe he was helping a little - perhaps his blood was finally working. Then he realized she wasn't breathing - there was no steady rise and fall of her chest.

He listened.

Her heart had gone silent.

His little witch had died in his arms.

She had died with his blood in her.

…..

"It's okay Bonnie; you're safe," Kol said gently as he held her. He had opened his wrist and held it against her lips. The immense pain of her new fangs splitting her gums brought her back to reality.

"What the- What are you doing?" She cried out angrily and her tone put him on the defensive.

"I'm saving your life! That's what I'm doing!" He growled as she moved from his embrace, "or would you rather I had just let you bleed to death?!"

"This isn't a life!"

"It's worked for me for more than a thousand years," he replied adopting his feigned carelessness that worked so often on his siblings. He had expected her to see he cares but instead she was yelling at him.

"I'm a witch!"

"Well now you're a witchpire," he replied. He smirked as he saw the shock on her face. That rendered her silent. "I know how to preserve your magic. Did you think that I would let such beautiful magic just seep away?" Immense pain filled his head as she stared at him. Bonnie was giving him multiple brain aneurysms. She was far more powerful now with his blood in her veins!

He was admiring her power even as he sank to his knees. He closed his eyes trying to gather his strength. Suddenly the pain was gone and he opened his eyes to find himself alone as the fog rose in the humid New Orleans' night.

…

Bonnie hurried fumbling her hotel room card onto the floor before she finally managed to get the door open. Thankfully no one had seen her come in. She looked a mess with torn clothing and blood spatter everywhere. Stripping she climbed into a hot shower. As the water sluiced over her skin she cried. There weren't any cuts or bruises – no abrasions to mar her caramel skin. She didn't even feel sore except her jaw.

She had died tonight.

She had bled to death on a lonely New Orleans street.

She finally turned the shower off and went to bed. When she woke again it was still dark out but her throat was burning and her jaw ached. She went to the bathroom to check for sore throat but found instead sharp fangs crowded into her mouth. She was really a vampire! No – a witchpire she corrected mentally as hot tears spilled down her cheeks. Kol Mikaelson had preserved her magic.

At least she had that.

She tried to make her fangs recede but she couldn't figure out how to control it. Finally, after half an hour of trying she was able to make them recede. It lasted half an hour until they reappeared. She sat up the rest of the night trying to figure out what to do.

She couldn't kill someone; she just couldn't.

She took another shower and pulled herself together before she got dressed. As she made the lobby of hotel panic really set in. She was assaulted by dozens of heartbeats. She could feel her face trying to change and she pulled her hoodie up. There was only one place she could think of to get help but she didn't trust herself to take a cab. She would have to walk.

She was grateful she knew the spell for a daylight ring. Bonnie heaved a sigh of relief as she stepped into the sun safely. She had brought a lapis lazuli pendant with her hoping that it would keep most of the supernatural at bay. She walked through the French Quarters, crossed over Canal street into the Garden District until she found the property that took up an entire block.

She opened the front gate and started for the front door when she heard loud music playing from the back. She walked around to the side gate where a man seemed to be fulfilling the role of bouncer. He looked her over and arched a brow. Clearly she didn't look like the type he was supposed to admit. She pulled off her hoodie to reveal the backless white halter top that went with her very brief black shorts. The halter was a crossover style with a plunge neckline that went down between her breasts. The bouncer looked her over again and opened the gate for her admiring the view as she passed through.

Bonnie followed the path around the house to where a throng of people were dancing. The place was crawling with scantily dressed women. Some were dressed for clubbing but most were in swimwear. There was an Olympic sized pool that boasted a large hot tub at either end. There was even a real built-in waterslide amidst a rock and water feature. Every inch around the pool, in the pool and in the hot tubs seemed to be filled with people.

She worked her way through the crowd looking for any of the Mikaelsons. She was hoping to find Elijah or Kol – hell at this point she'd even take Rebekah or Klaus! She finally found Kol lounging in the largest hot tub with his brother Klaus. Both brothers had their arms slung around a woman on either side of them clad in bikinis. Klaus was more surprised to see her than Kol.

"Come on in we'll make room," Kol smirked at her. Klaus was obviously impressed.

"Actually I was hoping I could see you for a minute," Bonnie asked Kol. He rose from the water and she watched as rivulets streamed over his eight pack abs. His swimsuit was seated scandalously low on his hips; just keeping him modest.

"How much more of me would you like to see?" he smirked. Klaus and the other girls in the hot tub laughed. Bonnie gave Kol a small jolt before she turned on her heel and disappeared into the crowd. She didn't trust herself around all these people if she did lose her temper. Some of them were quite obviously human. She saw a partially ajar door to the back of the house and desperately slipped inside. They would hardly miss a little blood. She wandered through the maze of rooms grateful when she found the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, she began to search for blood.

"The house is off limits," a familiar voice stated in an authoritative but polite manner.

"Elijah you startled me," Bonnie gave him a genuine smile as she closed the refrigerator door.

"Miss Bennett," Elijah greeted momentarily surprised himself.

"I'm sorry, Elena isn't with me," she apologized noting his disappointment with inward joy. The eldest living original brother had deep feelings for Elena and they were reciprocated by her friend.

"I need some blood Elijah please," Bonnie continued. Elijah frowned.

"Who?" he asked bewildered.

"It was Kol actually, last night," Bonnie replied evenly, "apparently I was hit by a car."

"Miss Bennett, I am saddened to hear that," Elijah said sincerely. He opened the door to another room and as soon as he did Bonnie moaned as her fangs extended and her face vamped out. "Have you had any blood? Kol should have stayed with you."

"I didn't exactly give him a chance," Bonnie admitted. "I couldn't handle the news and took off." Elijah didn't say anything further as he handed her the blood bag. Bonnie inhaled the contents.

"It's not good for the population at large for you to be without a steady supply of blood," he said gently. "Where are you staying?"

"The Sheraton on Bourbon but I leave tomorrow," She replied. Elijah offered out a card.

"If there is anything at all that you require Miss Bennett I hope that you will call me."

"Thank you Elijah. Elena wanted to come with me to see you but she just couldn't get away. I'm not entirely sure that it wasn't by design and I don't mean hers." Caroline had been in complete and utter crisis mode for about a month now. When Damon had begged her to come down and do this "witchy" errand for him Bonnie had told Caroline what she thought and gone. Elena however had stayed to be there for the blonde. Elijah allowed a small frown to escape his facade.

"Thank you for the blood, Elijah," Bonnie smiled.

"You are most welcome Miss Bennett. Are you sure you are okay to leave?" He stopped her with his question as her hand hovered over the doorknob.

"I will figure this out Elijah and I promise I'll call if I need you. I'm going back to my hotel room to try and think this through," Bonnie replied before she slipped out the door. She didn't bother to look for Kol again.

…

Kol came in for blood two hours later. He hated to leave the two lovely ladies that were keeping him company but he couldn't feed in front of that many humans.

"I hear you had an exciting evening," Elijah opened interrupting Kol's meal. Kol arched a brow hoping he would get on with his point.

"Miss Bennett was raiding our refrigerator. She was desperate for blood," he added. "That was poorly done Kol."

"Poorly done! Of course you would think that! Just go ahead and jump to conclusions. Did she tell you that she had been hit by a car and I found her crumpled body in an alleyway near death! What was I supposed to do? Let her bleed out before my eyes!" Kol argued passionately. Elijah smiled inwardly as his suspicions were confirmed. His brother had feelings for the Bennett witch; strong feelings.

"Now that she has your blood running through her veins you're responsible for teaching her how to survive as a vampire. She is alone and scared-"

"Oh yes she looked positively terrified this morning," Kol interrupted. Elijah did not look amused. "Did she conveniently leave out the part where I tried to help her and she gave me dozens of aneurysms before running off? Obviously she didn't want my help."

"She was in shock. You will make sure that she can survive as a vampire," Elijah said with finality.

…..

Kol arrived at the door to Bonnie's hotel room a couple hours later with a messenger bag of blood. She didn't look particularly happy to see him but she allowed him into the room.

"I brought blood," he began.

"Thanks," she sighed.

"You need to learn how to be a vampire," he said trying to keep his tone neutral in hopes that she would respond rationally as well.

"I'll see Stefan when I get home," Bonnie replied. She was packing her things into a suitcase and duffle. She was obviously planning to leave soon. Kol began to get flashes of a massacre at thirty-five thousand feet as Bonnie could not wrangle in her inner vampire trapped on a plane with two hundred and fifty beating hearts.

"You would never make it on a plane full of people," Kol said.

"I'll be fine. I don't have to breathe anymore…"

"We have a guest house," Kol said. "Come and stay. I'll show you the ropes and get you back on your feet." He offered her a charming smile.

"No thank you. I think we're done here." Bonnie said as she walked towards the door. Before she reached the knob she fell to the ground.

"Yes I think we are," Kol said. He grabbed Bonnie's limp body and her luggage. She was officially checked out.

…

Bonnie woke to unfamiliar surroundings. She was on an incredibly soft comforter with an even softer blanket draped over her. She eased herself into a sitting position and saw the beautiful antique furniture in the room and the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows and French doors. Her gaze shifted again and she caught Kol lazily leaned against the wall in the corner.

"Where are we?" she asked trying to piece everything together.

"At the guest house," he replied nonchalantly. That was when she realized why she had a blank in her memory.

"You broke my neck!" She yelped growing instantly angry.

"You weren't being reasonable," Kol shrugged. Bonnie had made her way off the bed and grabbed her suitcase. "You won't get far without your phone, wallet and ticket. I gave those to Elijah. I wouldn't want you accusing me of stealing your valuables."

Bonnie glared at him furiously and he made a face as pain surged through him.

"You pack quite the punch little witch," he grunted, "but you need to learn to control your bloodlust like you control your magic or that beautiful face you're making might scare a few people." Bonnie caught sight of her face in the mirror with dark veins spread across it and the shock put a halt to her assault on Kol.