MAKE SURE YOU READ MY LOVER IS A THIEF BEFORE YOU READ THIS!
Hello my lovely bookworms! This is the Kol version of My Lover is a Theif! This is what would happen if the man in the corner assigned Kol to 'baby-sit' Elena. If you haven't read My Lover is a Theif yet, and you would like to read this, I advice that you read it first, to avoid confusion and such. I will be doing Damon, Elijah and Klaus' POV's in other stories shortly.
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Elena's POV
"Kol, you can take care of Elena." The man said to him who looked at me carefully, keeping his expression neutral.
"Elena, my name is Mikael. I'm kind of like the co-leader-Klaus being the other leader." He smirked. Mikael was an older man, probably in his forties or fifties. He had frown lines and lots of wrinkles, so I was leaning towards fifties. He had brown hair and a light mustache and beard like Klaus.
Kol stepped forward and smirked at me, "I'll show you to my room." He reached for my arm to gently lead me but I gawked at him. "I don't get my own room?"
Mikael rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. "Uh, about that…since our facilities are…limited we don't have enough room for another guest. Kol's room is very spacious though, and I'm sure there's enough room for you." He smiled awkwardly and made a motion with his hands. I furrowed my brows but felt strong hands push me towards Kol. I stumbled forward and almost fell to the floor, but Kol caught me just in time. I looked up at him and blushed, his eyes raging with intensity. I stood up and stepped away from him quickly.
"Lead the way," I said, still trying to gain my composure. He smiled and we walked out of the room we were in and over to an elevator. He pressed the up button and waited. I kept my tired eyes trained on my shoes, not wanting to converse with my 'babysitter'. I heard a ding and we shuffled into the elevator. I glanced up at him, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"Can we get my things tomorrow?" I asked quietly, glancing at the elevator. Kol's room appeared to be on the 4th floor.
He looked at me with those intense eyes of his and said, "It all depends on what Mikael or Klaus say. For now, we'll make you a bed and you can get some sleep."
I stared at his eyes for a moment, before looking away, back to my shoes. "Fine."
We finally arrived at the 4th floor and we got off the elevator. We were in a small windowless room, the average size of a handicapped bathroom. The elevator door shut and I immediately fought off claustrophobia. There were two doors in the room. One had a K on it, and the other a D.
Kol stepped forward and unlocked the door. He opened it and walked in, not bothering to hold it open for me. I scoffed and pushed open the door. The entrance was inside a little hallway and the hallway led to a living room, with two doors connecting it. There was an entrance on the same side of the wall we just came in, and one on the far wall. It was extremely dark in the room, and the only way I could see was from the light filtering in from the door across the room. I squinted and followed him across the room, watching out for any furniture.
I really hated stubbing my toes.
We went through the door way and into the kitchen and dining room. The kitchen was pretty small, with just a refrigerator, an oven, microwave, little bit of countertop space and- a coffee maker. I sighed at the thought of caffeine. I was sure to need it in the morning.
"Elena." His voice broke through my thoughts as I stood sleepily in the doorway. "Are you coming?"
I nodded sleepily, following him into the adjoining room. He furrowed his brows and shook his head, a faint smirk evident on his lips.
We stepped into the room where the light was coming from. It was his room…in the middle of the room sat a four-poster mahogany bed, with a bookshelf to the right and a flat screen TV to the right. I saw a small closet peeking out next to the bookshelf, and newspaper clippings pinned up on the door.
It must be their robberies.
The room was pretty ordinary, the white walls just adding to the effect.
"You can sleep in my room for the time being." He tossed a bag on the floor near his closet and started to walk out of the room.
"Where are you going to sleep?" I raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'you aren't sleeping with me!'.
"I do own a couch, princess." He said my name sarcastically as he continued to walk out of the room.
"That's not my name!" I called to him angrily.
"You sure thought so when you were admiring that tiara at the museum!" he called back and I blushed a deep red. He was watching me even before he saved me?
I didn't reply and I heard him laugh. I scowled and kicked off my shoes, climbing into the foreign king-size bed, wishing I was home and this was all a dream.
I stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes before finally drifting off to sleep.
I was in the white room again, but this time, there was a person far away, walking towards me slowly.
"Elena." I heard someone whisper and I whirled around in surprise. No one was there.
"Elena." I heard it again and I looked around warily. It sounded as if they were close enough to kiss my ear.
The figure was closer now, and I saw it was an old man. He looked familiar in some way and I squinted at him.
"Great-Grandpa Jon?" I gaped at him, running towards the old man.
He spoke and I felt my heart tug. "I'm not that great, Elena."
I found myself smiling and hugged him gently. I knew that I met him once when I was a baby, but I couldn't remember our meeting at all.
I was still beaming at him when I pulled back.
"How are you here? Why are you here?" I asked in exasperation.
Jon wiped the sweat off his brow with his sleeve, and it was that simple movement that caused me to really take him in, study his features.
He was tan and wrinkly, with little circle glasses perched upon his nose. He had a strong jaw despite his age, and was about the same height as me. He wore a simple blue button-up shirt and dark slacks, giving the room the tiniest amount of color. He rubbed his temple again then spoke, "I cannot tell you everything. I can tell you that your new…acquaintances… don't mean you any harm. They have the best intentions, but they know not what unlocking the secret of the ring with cause…" he trailed off dramatically and I turned my head to the side.
"The ring-your ring- the one that I was wearing, has secrets? It seemed like just an ordinary ring!"
Jon nodded and turned his head to the white 'sky'. "It is going to be time for you to awaken in a few moments. I can hear the boy you are staying with move around. I love you, Elena. I trust that you'll know what to do with the ring and its secrets."
I opened my mouth to speak but he shook his head. "I chose you for a reason."
Light filled my vision and I groaned, rolling over and burying my head into a hard object. I sighed in the sudden darkness I was met with a chuckle.
Kol.
I gasped and scooted back quickly, rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thud.
"Don't do that!" I exclaimed, standing up slowly.
Kol still laughed and looked at me with mirth in his eyes.
"Sorry, princess, you looked so peaceful I couldn't help it."
I glared at him. "That's NOT my name, fox."
He smirked at his new nickname and popped up off the bed and went into the kitchen. I smelt bacon and eggs a moment later and I eagerly followed him.
"And- breakfast is ready." He finished as I sat at his small table and waited for him to place the scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me.
He sat down across from me with his own plate and I eyed my own warily.
"Don't worry I didn't put anything except love into it." He chuckled and I scrunched up my nose. "I couldn't drug you either, Mikael would have a fit."
A faint frown drifted across his face and I noticed he was more relaxed when it was just the two of us, none of his friends around to influence him.
I took a bite and spoke a moment later, "I thought Klaus was the leader?"
He ate his breakfast in silence for a moment. "Don't let Mikael hear you say that. He only says Nik is the other leader because he'll have a fit otherwise. Very big ego, my brother."
I chewed thoughtfully and swallowed.
His brother?
I opened my mouth to ask a question but his voice beat mine to it.
"And yes, we are related-technically- Elijah, Nik, Mikael and I. Mikael is Elijah and I's step-father. We have the same mother…"
Kol trailed off sadly and I could see the pain in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled before taking a bite.
"What would you know about death and loss princess?" he sneered at me, biting into his bacon viciously.
"My father died in a car accident when I was a sophomore…my mother is in an insane asylum. My brother is doing and dealing drugs, talking about dropping out of college. He won't listen to anything I say."
I take a huge bite of food so I won't have to speak any more and he just stares at me, sadness lingering in his eyes. "I-I didn't know that."
I swallowed. "He's only 19, and his life is already crazy. He was in 8th grade when dad died. He took it hard. Dad promised he'd take Jeremy to the batting cage that night, but Jeremy blew him off and went to a party. Dad was driving home from work when a drunk driver slammed into him and he went off Wickery Bridge…" my voice faltered. "He thinks it's his fault …Dad was coming to get me from a friends house…he never arrived."
"Didn't you tell…your brother…that it wasn't anyone's fault?"
I snorted. "Of course I did."
I took the last bite of food and Kol took our plates to the sink, washing them off and putting them into his small dishwasher.
I heard the front door open and Damon walked in.
"Hello Kol." He nodded at Kol and leaned against the doorframe. His eyes finally drifted over to me and he stared at me for a moment before nodding once and turning around.
"Mikael says its time." The door shut and I stared at Kol's back.
"Time for what?" I demanded as soon as he was turned around.
"Mikael can explain better than I can, princess. Go get your shoes." His voice was stern and wasn't as happy and carefree as it was before. I shivered and nodded slowly, heading back into his room for my shoes.
