Note: This plot is set after Kol is undaggered in season 3. The chapters will be very short for now, but I promise to try to keep updating regularly. I hope I did the character justice. Having said that, enjoy.

Beatrice wasn't sure why she had decided to enter the most underrated bar of Washington, but now she was there and there, in a bar. Occasionally, she'd glance around, wondering if someone was about to point out how she didn't fit into that environment, but it never happened. If anything, it seemed as if everyone within the establishment were wrapped up in their own activities; some playing pool, others hitting on the opposite sex or trying to attract it, the remaining seemed to drunk out of their minds to do anything but try not fall out of their bar stool. But the brunette could hardly complain; she'd come here to escape after all, and no one seemed eager to disturb her from her thoughts.

The girl called Beatrice was anything but familiar with bars. They simply were not top on her list of places to spend time but today was an exception. Her father had passed away several weeks ago and she had sworn she'd pull through it, but after all this time trying to act tough, she'd given up and turned to alcohol. Not that she was familiar with that either and a couple more beers and she would probably need help home. And when you put a pretty little thing like Beatrice in a place like that, you were asking for trouble. Beatrice was well dressed, not a lock of her brown hair out of place. While she admitted she was somewhat good looking, she would never label herself as stunning; but many of the men in the bar looking at her probably would. Maybe it was the female curves of her body that lured them in, her full lips or her dark brown eyes. She was more beautiful than she knew, but she was the prey in a place like that, not the predator.

"A woman of your calibre should be graced with only the best company," a voice beside her tore her away from the horrid memories of her father's funeral. Glancing to her side, she only registered that the man speaking to her was incredibly handsome. That alone was more than enough reason to make her feel intimidated and look ahead of her instead of at him. Maybe he would go away before he noticed the blush spreading across her cheeks. "Aw, don't be shy. What's your name, love?"

Was that an accent? Great, as if he weren't handsome enough, he had to have an accent along with it. Beatrice grunted weakly, feeling at disadvantage. "I think you should leave," she mumbled quietly, bringing the bottle to her lips and swallowing.

"I'm bored," he pointed out, but the brunette couldn't understand why he was telling her this. She frowned, turning to him in a questioning manner, but then she realized he was far more beautiful than she'd originally thought. "I need entertainment," he added, smiling at her."

She twirled in her stool, gesturing towards the group of girls that were glaring and giggling in their direction. If Beatrice knew girls, the giggles were directed to him and the glares at her. "There's all the entertainment you need," she gestured towards the girl; unaware that he had yet to pull his eyes away from her. "And if you're lucky" Beatrice smiled cheekily as she shifted her gaze towards the stunning man "you might get the full package; all of them at once. I hear men love that." The brunette offered him a half smile, turning her stool once again, but he had yet to leave the seat beside her.

"Let's try this again," he rested his forearms on the counter and before she could hold herself back, her eyes had turned to face him once again. He had the most captivating set of brown eyes she'd ever had the fortune of seeing, different shades of gold filling its depths. "I'll start," he stated once Beatrice failed to offer him a reply. "I'm Kol."

Her face was furrowed with confusion as she continued to study him, no longer sure as to why he had yet to leave her. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not going to sleep with you," Beatrice informed him, shrugging slightly as she smiled apologetically.

Kol seemed taken aback by her response and, apparently, found it funny because, not a moment after she spoke did he offer her laughter. It sounded like music to her ears and she couldn't help but smile slightly. "Straight forward little thing, aren't you?"

Again, Beatrice found herself shrugging at him in response, a silent 'sorry' in the way her eyes looked at him and he seemed surprised by her yet again. "I just wouldn't want you to get your hopes up when you could be investing your time and energies elsewhere," she explained, her voice still weak. She felt somewhat overwhelmed by his presence. "I think I should go." But just as her feet touched the floor and she stepped forward, Kol grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Something in her snapped and the shy girl from before was suddenly buried beneath a much more fearless, determined one. "Let go," Beatrice demanded in a hushed voice, her eyes narrowing at him.

He seemed amused by her and her response, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked back at her. But someone who was assisting interfered and came to her aid and that was when Beatrice watched him snap and shove the man to the other side of the room. She gaped at Kol, her eyes wide in surprise but he was already making his way outside and suddenly the brunette was torn between checking on the man who had come to help her and who was on the floor, or chase after Kol. It should have been a no brainer; she should have gone to the man who wanted to help her instead of the one who had help her against her will. But her mind was torturing her with the memory of his brown eyes and before she knew it, Beatrice was exiting the bar, glancing at both sides of the road.

The man appeared beside her, but she could have sworn he was not there a second ago. "Oh," she yelped, obviously surprise by his sudden appearance. "I-" Beatrice stopped talking, noticing the protruding veins under his skin making their presence known. The brunette frowned, not scared in the slightest, but definitely curious. Maybe alcohol was suppressing fear, but she seemed genuinely fascinated by him in that moment, canine fangs and all. Her fingertips brushed against his cheek, feeling his fat vein beneath her flesh and she swore she was so deep in concentration she could feel the blood cursing through it, beneath her touch.

Kol, on the other hand, seemed to be in the same trance as she was in but maybe for different reasons. The tips of her fingers reached for his fangs, surprised to find that they felt as real as any of her teeth did. Her touch invoked a hiss from the young man, and he showed more of his fangs which lead Beatrice to look taken aback and step back instinctively. This seemed to upset him and he narrowed his eyes at her before pulling her into his chest and sinking his fangs into her flesh.

A shuddering breath escaped her lips as Kol feasted on her neck and she felt lightheaded as he sucked the blood right out of her vein. Her heart hammered violently within its cage and she was certain it was just about to jump right out of her chest. The initial stinging sensation had almost seized to exist completely unless he sucked harder and Beatrice found herself closer her eyes and trying to steady her breathing. She didn't know what it was that made her feel that way, but something about this whole episode made her feel very much alive, like she hadn't felt in weeks. She was… enjoying this. And the thought would make her shudder later, she would judge herself for enjoying such a thing as someone violating her personal space and taking her blood. Who even did this, take blood? It was meant to be repulsive, disgusting, unheard of… And here she was, enjoying it!

His fangs sunk in further into her skin as he searched for more of her seemingly delicious blood. Kol grunted as he savoured more of the liquid she provided, pushing her into the nearest wall. As the seconds dragged on, Beatrice grew more lightheaded and weak. Was she that drunk? Or was it because he was draining her blood? She whimpered weakly, her head curling into a fist against his shirt above his chest and her free hand was tangled with his hair, almost encouraging him to keep going. She could see it; her life flashing before her eyes. And she didn't care. If this was how she had to go, it would be a beautiful way to do so. It didn't hurt much; in more ways than one it was actually quite pleasant. Her skin tingled where his lips touched her and his hot breath spilled against her shoulder, making shivers erupt along her spine. Not to mention his frame was much stronger than anybody she'd ever been familiar with - not that she was familiar with many - and she found herself feeling oddly safe while trapped between him and the wall, even if, technically, Kol was attacking her.

And, of course, Beatrice was not scared of death. If anything, she welcomed it. Her father had passed away recently; she'd lost the one person who had ever truly known and understood her. Her friends thought she'd "get over it". They didn't understand how hard it was, living in a house that was built of memories of him. The brunette liked to think there was an afterlife. And, if there was such a thing, he'd be there, waiting for her.

Feeling the last ounces of strength leave her small body, the brunette whimpered, her hand curling at the back of his head as her back began sliding down the wall, her legs failing beneath her. This caused Kol to pull back and look at her. She didn't know what he was looking for. There was a pathetic, weak smile on her lips as she pressed the back of her head against the wall, sighing in what could easily be interpreted as bliss. She was… Happy? Kol seemed confused by this. Intrigued, but confused. She had liked this? What was wrong with her? Her blood was dripping down his chin but he didn't bother cleaning up. He seemed too busy, tilting his head to the side and studying her, his fingers tapping against the bite marks left behind, imprinted in her skin. And then his eyes changed as he reached a conclusion and he cupped her cheek forcing her to open her eyes.

His teeth tore through his own skin as he opened up his wrist. "Drink," he told her firmly, a look resembling a glare gracing his features as he outstretched his wounded flesh towards her, but Beatrice's eyes were fixed on his untamed ones and not his injury. She had a frowned printed on her forehead. He wanted her to drink from him? That was not very hygienic; if he had any disease, she'd catch it. Was this some kind of fetish? Was this what he wanted all along; not sex, but blood exchange? Beatrice knew this was horrible, frowned upon. But in that moment, weak and lightheaded, she couldn't think of a reason as to why she couldn't accept. But Kol was not a patient man and she was making his patience wear thin. His pupils dilated as his eyes met hers and she found herself being placed under his spell. "Drink!"

Without any kind of hesitation, and with her eyes glued to his, Beatrice took his wrist and brought it to her lips, sucking the blood that filled his veins and letting it occupy her own system instead. She hadn't expected much, except to feel disgusted at the taste, but surprisingly she felt stronger with each drop of his blood. "Okay, that's quite enough," he decided, withdrawing his arm from her. But it seemed as if Kol had miscalculated the amount of his blood necessary for her to recover because, as soon as his blood stopped oozing onto her tongue, Beatrice's body caved and darkness swallowed her whole.