This is a crazy idea, I'm not sure if it's worth continuing. Let me know what you think :)

"Come out, come out, where ever you are…

Kol had always loved a good chase; there was nothing more thrilling than allow his victim to think that they actually had a chance to get away. How pathetic they were.

"Come on, sweetheart," he purred. "I'm not going to hurt you, scout's honor."

It was fun to lie. He walked slowly across the dark hallway of Mystic High; he just loved high school girls. This one had been foolish enough to stay behind with him after her cheerleader friends had left after their little evening practice.

"Where are you, sweetheart?"

He stopped when he heard something from the girl's restroom. What a genius place to hide. His lips curved into a smirk before he kicked the door open. He couldn't see her, but he could easily pick up her rapid heartbeat, she was in panic. Good, the fear always made the blood taste sweeter.

"Hmm, let's see what's behind door number one!"

Not there, alright the next door. She was standing on the toilet seat and started to scream when he kicked the door open. He smiled, it was time to play.

The sudden "Hey!" made him to turn to the door. Oh great, the Bennett witch.

"Leave her alone!" she demanded.

"Hmm, let me think about that…no."

He would snap the damn witch's neck like a twig. She looked at him intensely and started to mumble some kind of spell.

"Oh please," he snorted. "Do you honestly think…"

He could never finish his sentence when some kind of wave of energy hit him, flying him on his back. Damn witch was so dead… He tried to jump to his feet, but that certainly didn't work out.

"Son of a…" he murmured when he felt the nasty sting on his back. What the hell? Slowly he managed to get up. The witch and his prey were gone. How the hell had they got out without him noticing? And why was his whole damn body hurting? The witch must have cast some kind of spell… His thoughts were cut off when he noticed his reflection in the mirror. What the hell? He was wearing a white dress shirt paired with a powder blue sweater vest and grey trousers. And apparently he had glasses… Seriously, what the hell?

He took the glasses off, only to notice that he could barely see without them. This couldn't be happening… The damn witch had somehow turned him into a nerd. What kind of unholy magic was that? He definitely needed to get home. Although he wouldn't have wanted to be seen in these clothes, he didn't have much choice. Lousy spell casting, dinner stealing, fun spoiling witch bitch… Nik and Rebekah would definitely have a lot of fun when they would see him.

He marched outside and tried to use his vampire speed, but surprisingly that didn't work either. Oh come on… Apparently he simply had to walk all the way home. Could this be any more humiliating? Yes, it could, after a short walk he noticed that he also had asthma, he was making squealing noises when he breathed. Wait, breathed? What the hell was going on? Thankfully Nik knew plenty of witches; some of them could surely fix this. Or he could simply torture the Bennett witch until she would undo her damn spell.

He had never noticed how far the mansion was… The walk seemed to last forever and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't make it without passing out, but finally he saw the familiar house. There was something different about it, but he was too exhausted to care, he wanted to get to his room and get rid of these damn clothes.

"Come back here right now!" a familiar voice shouted when he opened the door. He froze, that was his father's voice. No, that was impossible…

"Screw you, I hate you!"

He was even more shocked when he heard the second voice. His little brother ran past him towards the staircase.

"Henrik…"

The boy didn't even slow down, he was running upstairs.

"Henrik!" Mikael shouted angrily. He stopped next to Kol and sighed.

"Teenagers… Why can't he be more like you?"

Kol flinched when his father tapped his shoulder before heading back to the living room. What… This couldn't be real. What planet was he in? He was too stunned to move before he saw Rebekah. She was wearing a plaid skirt that reached over her knees and a very chaste pink sweater. Her hair was up in a bun and there was a silver cross on her neck.

"Good evening, brother," she said smiling sweetly and was about to pass him when he grabbed her arm.

"What…what the hell is going on here?" he managed to ask.

She looked shocked.

"Kol! Language!"

"What…"

He couldn't do anything expect open and close his mouth, this was…

"My poor brother," Rebekah said and kissed his cheek. "It seems you have had a rough day. Go and wash up, the dinner is served, mother have cooked something special tonight."

"Mother? You mean Esther?"

Rebekah giggled.

"Oh you silly goose, that is our mother's name."

"I'm ready to wake up now…" Kol murmured. "Bekah…"

"Go and wash up," she said and walked towards the dining room.

Alright, there had to be some sort of rational explanation for this… Well of course there was, maybe he had simply lost his mind.