Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

Mutual feelings, Pt 2

Before you start this chapter, please know this. The woman in the gif is supposed to be Genevieve. This is how I imagine her looking. Enjoy reading ;)

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Kol and Genevieve walked back into the room. Bonnie was nowhere in sight.

"Oh, no," said a somewhat terrified Genevieve.

Her and Kol's eyes searched around for the witch.

They felt a poke on their shoulders. They turned around swiftly.

"Hola," Bonnie said. She punched Genevieve in the face. She fell to the ground, unconscious.

"You should not have done that," Kol said, taking slow steps back. "But nice right hook." His eyes fell on the strap she wore over her body lined with white oak stakes. "How did you-"

"Manage to set this up so fast? Perks of having dark magic."

"No, I mean the stakes. How did you get your hands on them?"

"These bad boys?" Bonnie wiggled them in her hand. "Again, the perks of having dark magic." She threw a stake in his way. He moved before it could touch him, but it hit the wall behind him, causing the frame to fall.

"Nice toss, Bonnie. This dark magic thing might be your best look yet," he said, trying to ease the tension. Now that Genevieve was unconscious and he couldn't do magic, he had no choice but to try and calm her down.

"I don't think there's a word to describe the depths of hatred I feel towards you right now."

"You're not the first person to tell me that," Kol shrugged off her mean words like it was nothing. "Truth is, I don't have to run from you, Bonnie."

"Why is that?"

"Because you're not going to kill me," he replied. "Plus, death here is only temporary since we're already dead. Remember?"

"That's what you think, but you're right; I am not going to kill you," Bonnie said as she took out a metal stick from the strap. She circled him like a predator teasing its prey. "I'm going to dismember you. I'm going set you on fire. Then, I'm going to carve out your hateful heart. You are a living, breathing reminder of everything that I've lost. When I look at you, I see a smug, selfish parasite."

"See the history that we have? That feeling; I mean, it's almost-"

Bonnie charged for him. She swung the long metal stick several times, and each time she did, he dodged it until he couldn't anymore. It hit him hard on his right arm, dislocating his wrist. Kol moaned in pain as he snapped the bone back in place. He vamp sped out of the house and to the front yard, hiding behind a tree. If he knew it would be this difficult to get Bonnie to chill, he would've had Genevieve do the spell on her while she was unconscious.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Bonnie said in a sing-songy voice as she held a stake gun, hunting him. "I'm not stupid, Kol. I know you're behind the tree."

Kol rolled his eyes. "Ugh, you caught me," he said as he came out of his hiding spot.

Bonnie pressed the trigger of the gun, shooting stakes his way. One hit his shoulder and fell to the floor in pain. If it were a regular stake, he could pull it out and keep it pushing, but because it was a white oak stake, the deadliest wood to an original vampire, he found it hard to. It stung like hell. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the tree he once hid behind. She raised the gun in her hands, using it as knuckles to punch his face several times. His cheekbones and lips were bruised, busted, and bloody.