'Just one more kiss and we'll call it a night, just one more lifetime and then I'll let you go.' The Mikaelsons turning up to town was a problem that the people of Mystic Falls didn't know how to rid themselves of. As resident witch, Bonnie feels pressured by her friends to complete such a monumental task. However, she has bigger problems. Like the younger brother of the Mikaelson clan that she could almost swear she'd seen before. She just wishes she was wrong about that.

in which bonnie bennett and kol mikaelson find friendship and comfort in one another. COMPLETED

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.