Authors Note - in this story Kol had not been killed by Jeremy Gilbert, but it is set in New Orleans. (so after The Originals had left Mystic Falls)
You all know of The Trinity's backstory; the first sires of Niklaus, Elijah and Rebekah - but have you ever wondered who was first sired by Kol? We all know the answer to who was first sired by Finn; Sage. God, I hated that bitch.
It all happened in year 1002, not long after The Mikaelson gang had left the De Martel's castle, and had compelled The Trinity to believe that they were infact; Niklaus, Elijah and Rebekah. The Mikaelsons were once again on the run, as Kol's and Niklaus' murderous behaviour had been rumoured around the surrounding villages, and would eventually lead back to Mikael. That always bothered me, actually. If they didn't want to be found - why didn't they just try and be a bit more… discreet, about their killings?
Southern France, 1002.
"That was simply… amazing, to put it the least, master." I whispered into Kol's ear after our delightful session. He smirked his signature smirk, he thought this would woo me - like all the other ladies in the village. He was wrong; as long as he thought I would do anything he asked, he wouldn't "compel" me - or whatever they called it. I had only heard Elijah and Niklaus talk about it once, and from what I gathered from eavesdropping on their conversation, I certainly didn't want that to happen to me.
"Perhaps we can have round two a little later, darling." He grinned at me, quickly re-adjusting our position so he was above. I never knew why he and his brother, Niklaus, always said "darling" and "love". Was it meant to be charming? Because to me, all it was was annoying.
"Maybe." I quickly pecked his lips, he tried to keep me there but I got off him; proceeding to the clothes that he had managed to not rip off me this time.
"Now, now, where are you going love?" He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to grab me to drag me back into bed.
"I have to go out." I said quickly, hoping he wouldn't ask questions. But I had already felt him zoom behind me, caressing my waist, feeling up and down. Boy. He sure knew how to get me in the "mood", but not this time - I had more important duties.
"Don't." He span me around and looked me in the eyes, I hoped he wasn't going to compel me - luckily, he didn't. I sighed a "sigh of relief", and turned back around to open the door, "What did I just say?" This time, he sounded angry - furious, even. That a "mere mortal" had disobeyed his commands.
"Kol," He looked at me and furrowed his brows, he hated being called Kol by me - he prefered "master". Such a weird kink - he knew I wasn't his slave, yet he proceeded I call him something that slaves would only say. "-ahem, master…" a grin grew, "I have an important errand to do. I'll be back soon, you have my word." The grin immediately disappeared, he zoomed in front of me, our faces were so close to each other; I almost wanted to grab it and kiss him and lead him back to bed. I stared into his eyes full of lust, knowing he wanted the same. But all of a sudden, that attitude changed.
"If you are not back by dusk, I will find you myself and personally rip off your head." He snapped, and I knew he meant it, a wave of fear prickled up my spine as my heartbeat rose. Now, don't get me wrong - we aren't "lovers". I was nothing special to him, and he was nothing special to me; it was all in the name of good fun. "Darling, don't be afraid. Just be back in time and we won't have any complications," he paused, looked down at the floor, then looked back up staring directly into my eyes while black veins grew around his, "is that clear?"
"Yes." I gulped, and quickly ran out of their house and quickly went to complete my errand as I only had three hours left until dusk.
New Orleans, 2014.
I walked right into the quarter that I hadn't visited in almost one hundred years. "Who missed me?" I shouted, I could've just said it normally; and they still would've heard me as they're all vampires - but where's the fun in that? I wonder if Kol had been undaggered yet - no. I shouldn't think about him. Not after what happened. I almost let myself think of the awful time I last had with him, which, honestly, would've set me on another killing spree. No one wanted that.
"Sofia," I looked up to see my favourite Mikaelson who almost instantly zoomed to my side, "how lovely to see you again. When was the last time we saw you? 1929?" I smiled back at what felt like forever ago, the twenties were truly a blast - if you ignore The Great Depression and people mourning for their loss from the Great War. Honestly, none of that affected me, the last of my intimate family had died over nine hundred years at the time; and I had enough supplies to last me until the hyperinflation was over.
"Elijah, my favourite Mikaelson. How are you?" I smiled at him, caressing his cheekbones; it sure was nice to be home.
"I am fine, but surely you're wondering how Kol is doing more than my well-being." And there it was; Kol. The Mikaelsons surely thought I was obsessed with him or something - which I wasn't. But yes, I was wondering how he was; and as soon as I see him I'm finding the nearest wooden stake I can find and daggering it into his heart. Even if it wouldn't kill him, it would be nice to try and inflict some fraction of the pain he had caused to me, to him.
"I don't want to discuss the likes of... Kol." I muttered, looking down - hoping Elijah would take the hint and drop the subject.
"Now, now, darling. Surely that isn't a way to greet your fiancé after not seeing them a century." Immediately as I heard his voice I zoomed up to him and was about to find a stake, but instead he had stopped me. This made me furious.
"You're just as controlling as you was before you was daggered. Won't you ever learn? You can't control me! Not anymore, Kol!" I felt a tear escape, crap. But instead, I decided to continue and hit him right where it hurt. "I thought you would've learnt that after being stuck in that box for over a century." I smirked, and he gave me the most predictable response he could've at that moment of time. His eyes turned black and veins impulsed around them, as he was about to bite me reminding me how "good it feels". Notice how I said "about".
"Not this time, darling." I mocked him and quickly broke a leg off the table next to us and stabbed him in the heart. I knew it wouldn't kill him, but he would keep him down for a few minutes for me to zoom away to the apartment I bought over the street in 1903 - what? Did you seriously expect me to live in the same house as them crazy lunes? "I'll see you next time, my love." I kissed his forehead while he furrowed his brows and tried to grab my leg. "Nah, ah, ah, don't touch what you can't afford." And after that, I zoomed off.
Quickly, I found the old woman who really "owned" the apartment, I compelled her to not let anyone in without my permission. Ever. Then, I sat on my sofa and waited for the furious Mikaelson to arrive - which, didn't take long at all. I had originally bought this apartment in the early 1900's, Kol and I used to live here, after he was undaggered in 1914, he used to share his plans about having his witches make a gold dagger so he could finally dagger Niklaus and have his revenge. I constantly told him he would find out, but he never listened.
New Orleans, 1914.
"You're insane." I simply stated, while I laid on my fiancé's lap. It was one of them days, where you just didn't want to do anything but stare in your lover's eyes and hold onto them forever. "He's going to find out, you know?" I said in a concerned tone, I knew once Niklaus found out he'd dagger Kol for god knows how long.
"He won't, not unless a little bird tells him." He replied, laughing. He honestly thought that Rebekah wouldn't tell Niklaus. How stupid he was.
"I won't tell him… but who says Rebekah won't?" I joked, but he didn't take it in that way at all.
"Rebekah won't misplace my trust. No, in fact, she wouldn't even think about it." He gently placed me off his lap and stood up. "Not if I have some dirt against her." I smirked, that was the Kol I loved. The Kol I had missed for over eighty years.
New Orleans, 2014.
I looked down at the now distant memory, and before I realised I had been sobbing. I then looked up to find the door wide open and a very confused Kol staring at me.
"What is it that you want now?" I exclaimed, not giving him a chance to reply, "I was thinking about them single hours, before you had betrayed me in 1914." I laughed at the pathetic memory. Obviously, this had struck a nerve as Kol tried to walk in, but then realised he hadn't been invited in.
"I see you've changed the owner of the leash on this place, hm? If that's how you want to play then I guess I'll just kill everyone in the building, as the person must obviously be someone here incase you want to quickly invite someone in. Hm, I might even burn the building down. Then you'd have to come out." He stared at me with his cold expression, I knew he meant it. And I also knew pointless amounts of people was going to die today unless I had Margaret invite him in, which I really didn't want to do - but I also didn't want to be dealing with Marcel on my back for being the cause of having an entire building's-worth of humans killed.
"One…" I stared at him, hoping he was just joking - but I knew he wasn't. "Two…" he stared back, veins starting to grow around his eyes as they went back to the dark color he had when he was about to go on a killing spree. "Thr-" I interrupted him.
"Let me go and get Margaret." I stood up and walked past him, then stopped. "And by the way, I'm not doing this because I don't want you to go on a killing spree," I smirked, "I just simply don't want to be cleaning up your mess and having Marcel on my back about it." I went to get Margaret, who frankly only lived next door. "Margaret, I have someone for you to invite in." I shouted. "Hurry up, please!" I could practically feel Kol's eyes burn through me, I knew he was staring at me. "Like what you see?" I joked.
"Yes." Kol replied quickly full of lust. I already knew where this evening would lead us; Kol and I lying in bed, naked, ready for a round two.
"Well too bad," I smirked, "I'm off limits." I looked back at him, expecting him to still be at my door, but instead he had zoomed right in front of me, ready to kiss me - I could feel it. His eyes was full of lust and just as I was about to lean in and…
"Is this the boy you want inviting in?" Margaret smiled, "He sure is a handsome one, isn't he?" She patted my shoulder, Kol had that devilish grin on him that I hated; but also loved. I looked down removing myself from his grasp and continued to walk to my apartment with Margaret by my side and Kol lingering behind. Once we had arrived and Margaret had invited Kol in, all Kol could do was smile. I thought he was going to pick me up and throw me on the bed, but for once he had actually surprised me.
"Goodbye Margret," he paused, smiling at me; then his face went cold. Before I could realise what he was going to do he had already snapped her neck. "It was nice meeting you." I sighed. There really was no stopping him, was there?