The Originals meet a mysterious maiden who is immune to their powers during the Dark Ages. Main Character; Elisha and Klaus. Strong sexual content. No Slash.
This story is a dream that I had so I wrote it into a Fanfic.
The Era of the Dark Age
Elena released a flirtatious giggle before covering her mouth, causing Kol to glance across the table in her direction. He glared at the foolish girl sandwiched between Damon and Stefan before rolling his eyes in disdain. Would the Salvatore Brothers ever tire of her game? Elena was no different from Katherine by jumping back and forth between brothers. Annoyed by Elena's embellished voice, Kol cast his eyes across the smoky tavern in search of something, or someone, to quell his aggravation. He smiles sadistically as his gaze staggers on a dark-eyed, somewhat lanky, peasant wench.
A hand of time later, Emily finds herself crushed beside Kol as he feeds her ale from his tankard. Her mind a blur, she wasn't even sure how she winded up at his table. Oh well, her mind whirled, it didn't matter. She had come to the tavern to forget her problems and here she was barely even remembering her own name.
Reaching her alcohol limit, Emily gasped. Stefan and Damon chuckled as the young woman wiped her dripping chin. "Humans", joked Damon. Emily did not comprehend the joke. Elena sighed, feeling neglected by the Salvatore Brothers with Emily now the center of attention. Kol collects Emily's hands, halting her from eliminating a final drop of fizz from her bottom lip. Sensually, he lowers his lips to her's and suckles the drop of ale from them. Emily moans disappointed as he lifts his head. She had anticipated a kiss. Kol smiles with cockiness radiating from within the depths of his sinister eyes. Humans could never resist the sultry allure of vampires. In a teasing tone, he says "You have something else I would like to taste."
"And what would that be?" Emily asked, her mental state hugging the realm of perversion.
"You will never know. You are leaving!" Kol jerks his head up at the intruder's sassy voice. She was a young girl with cat-shaped dark eyes and waist length onyx hair snuggling a bottle shape figure. Kol's anger melts. Whoever she was, she was intoxicating.
"Sister!" yelped Emily, embarrassed that she had been caught in such a wanton moment.
"Come on or you will be ruined and never find a husband who will take you."
Defiance tries to pull Emily from Kol's clutches, but stops as Kol jumps to his feet and grips her shoulders, forcing her to face him. Their eyes lock. With a voice sultry, yet dominating, he whispers "You will sit with me and do all that I command."
Defiance steps back. As she glares up into Kol's reflection, she can feel his companions' eyes watching her every move. Defiantly, she replies, "I will not sir, and nor will my intoxicated sister. Now if you excuse us."
Kol's eyes widen with disbelief as Elena intakes a sharp breath. They all watch confused and with disbelief as the mysterious young maiden helps Emily to her feet and vacates the tavern.