The Lost Mikaelson - The Vampire Diaries

08 : Truth Tied

Chapter 8

"What's that?" inquired Bonnie as Kol slid a few files onto the cool marble table in her direction.

Mystic Falls' most popular local cafe, Expresso Breeze, had just opened and Kol Mikaelson alongside Bonnie were already sitting at the furthest booth away from the entrance. The youngest Bennett witch was sipping on her coffee while discussing murders and potential suspects with an Original vampire.

Average evening.

"I've stolen a few of these from the stash of evidence at the police station. They're reports of murders and missing people from Montresville, a town not too far from here," he replied, "The bruises and scars found on the victims and the fact that it all started right after the killer fled Mystic Falls had me believe that our murderer went exploring the towns neighboring ours."

"Does Damon know about this?" she asked, flipping through the pages.

Her eyes quickly flickered onto the last document relating Suzanna Hartman's and James Werber's deaths. A cliché of the crime laid in between two sheets displaying the two bodies of the victims, intricately interlaced.

"Not that I know," Kol responded with a sly smile.

"Great, that means we can thoroughly follow your theory and see where it takes us."

He nodded and glanced at her quickly.

"About our talk the other day, I'm sorry for being indiscreet about the whole Henry situation. It's none of my business, plus we're not even together. I have no right to act like I have some type of posession over you."

She blushed, because in a way, he did posess a part of her heart, whether she liked it or not. He even had her turn red! She had yet to realize how and why he had the power to make her self-conscious.

Since he had pointed out that she looked sleep-deprived the last time they encountered, she had tried getting more sleep at night and drinking more water during the day. She had, in overall, regained her natural glow after a few days.

Why did he make her feel this type of way?

"I have to ask you a question," Bonnie begun, slowly, "Why are you doing this? Stealing information from the police department and relating them to me? I mean, I've never asked you to. Plus, you're risking so much."

"I think you and I both know the answer to this," he smirked while peering down at the table.

Chling-Dling.

Henry Mikaelson stomped inside the cafe a bit too loudly per usual. With his brown-ish hair slicked back with gel and his sunglasses sitting on the very edge of his nose, he was arboring a proud leather jacket with dark wash jeans to match. He looked debonairly badass. He was carrying a small suede backpack with him and a small little notebook.

"What is this about?" Kol demanded, speaking with a slow and low tone, as he noticed his sibling was approaching their table at a fast and determined pace, "What is he doing here?"

Bonnie bit her lip. She probably should've told Kol the truth earlier. It was too late now, considering Henry was now towering in front of them with a small confident smile. The two brothers eyed each other carefully, sharing a look filled with animosity before both turning their focus back to Bonnie.

As if this wasn't awkward already, Henry plopped down on the seat right next to hers and passed an arm over her shoulders. Kol raised an eyebrow suspiciously at the gesture and cleared his throat.

"Mind filling me in?" he finally spoke in an overly bitter tone after what had seem like ages, "I don't recall Henry being a part of the equation."