Who is excited to have Kol back on TO? Well, a version of him at least. Anyway, this is just a fun fic I decided to try out for my dear friend flamingredhair. If you're looking for some good smut, you've come to the right place! Give it some time, and you shall be rewarded! I'm going to have incredible fun with this story, and I hope you all like it!
This first chapter is picking up almost right after 3x19 – after he kills Mary Porter in Kansas.
Please let me know what you think! The more feedback I get, the quicker I'll write and post! Enjoy!
The game was on, which meant the bar was slammed. She was currently serving a family of four at one of the booths, a large group of college kids at some bar tables pushed together, and a couple at another table. Most would say they hated working nights like this, but Juliet thrived. Not only did this mean good money, but she loved being surrounded by people and their energy. And she got to participate in the hoots and hollers directed towards the many screens playing the game.
Jerseys and team tees decorated the entire restaurant. Among these were the busy bodies in black that were flitting around serving them. Dancing away from the couple in her section and weaving between all the bodies, she made her way to the computer behind the bar to place their order.
"Juliet, we've decided you're a good luck charm!" exclaimed one of the many regulars sitting at the bar.
She shot him a bright smile as she continued to tap buttons on the screen. "And why's that?"
"Ever night you work during the game, we win!" he replied after taking a large swig of his beer.
"Now don't jinx it! We haven't won yet!" another regular barked.
Sam, the older gentleman who initiated the conversation, grinned at the girl. "We're destroying them, and it's all thanks to this beauty!"
She laughed as she began filling the drinks for her couple. "What can I say, Sam?" she harmlessly flirted back. "I must be magic!" After smirking at her private joke, she winked at him before blending back into the crowd with the drinks in hand.
As she placed the drinks down, she sensed him immediately. The prickling at the back of her neck had her gaze wandering towards the front door to locate the vampire that had just entered. Her eyes found him right away – how could she miss him? Tousled dark brown hair, deep eyes, and a cocky air about him; it was the latter that just screamed vampire.
Shrugging, she turned and walked over to the rowdy group of young adults that were all incredibly excited about the game. After grinning at them and checking to see if they wanted anything else, she walked back behind the bar to refill some drinks for them. If she could count on anyone to drink the place dry, it was college kids, she thought amusedly. She began pouring the draft beers into different glasses, keeping an eye on the nearest screen. The Blackhawks were facing the Kings, and there wasn't much time left in the game.
"Hey, Jules, you've got a 1 top," one of the hostesses shouted over the bar.
Juliet nodded to acknowledge the girl before glancing up and scanning the tables. Of course, she thought as her eyes landed on the calm vamp sitting in the sea of uproarious locals. There were a couple of regular vampires that frequented the grill; one was actually sitting at the bar currently flirting with the bartender. She wanted to always be aware when there were predators in her space, which was why she had put the spell over the bar to alert her any time one walked through the doors. But the man sitting at her table was a new face – and she couldn't deny it was an attractive one. It was for this reason she decided to be thankful he was in her section and not one of the other girls'. New, attractive, cocky vampire? That was a recipe for danger.
Piling the glasses onto a tray, she maneuvered her way back to the spirited group. Delivering the drinks and leaving the check for one of the girls at the table, she squared her shoulders before heading over to the newcomer. He looked up with an arrogant smirk as she approached.
"Hi," she said cheerily, perfect smile in place. "I'm Juliet. What can I get you today?"
His eyes twinkled with amusement as he stared at her. "Juliet. What a lovely name," he drawled, British accent falling off his lips.
Her smile grew curious and playful. This one was different. He had an air of confidence about him – like most vampires did – but there something else, too. "Thanks. Now, did you need a minute or were you ready?" She leaned her elbow on the raised table as she waited for his answer.
He hummed deep in his throat. "Straight to the point, I see. No small talk for a paying customer?" he baited playfully.
Juliet had to bite her cheek to keep from smirking back. He was alluring, that was for sure. And she'd be lying if she said that his accent didn't send tingles up her spine. But she wasn't one to give in just because of a charming smile. "I'd love to sugar, but we're a little busy right now."
"Well if that's the case," he started, leaning in. He placed his hand over her wrist lightly and stared her straight in the eyes. "Why don't you bring me a glass of your best bourbon, on the house?"
Juliet watched as his pupils dilated for a split second. Her gaze flickered down to where his fingers rested on her skin before looking back up at the stranger. She gave him a bright smile and didn't break eye contact. For a moment, the vampire returned her smile with a cocky one of his own, before a look of uncertainty flashed over his features, followed by one of pain. With a small hiss, he yanked his hand back and stared at her with what seemed to be a cross between annoyance and confusion.
It was her turn to lean forward with a smug look on her face. "Nobody touches me without my permission," she warned, darkly pleased when she saw him glance at his scalded palm before it healed. Straightening her posture, she asked, "So, still want that bourbon? The one you're going to pay for?"
After staring at her for a moment longer, the corner of his mouth quirked up. "I'd love it, thanks, darling," he replied, folding his hands on the table. He watched amused as she sauntered away, pony tail swaying with her movements. He had come to Chicago hoping to find a distraction to take his mind off of his family drama, and he had a feeling he had just found one. How lucky for him. This little witch had spirit, and Kol did love a challenge.
Juliet snapped the bartender out of the daze she was in with the vampire at the other end of the bar to ask for a glass of bourbon. When she turned to check on the order for the couple who was still waiting, there was a sudden presence next to her.
"I truly hate you," came a familiar voice.
Smiling, she turned to face her coworker. "And I highly doubt that."
The other waitress pouted. "Fine, I don't hate you. Much. But it's just not fair!"
Chuckling, she leaned against the bar. "Do tell."
"You always get the smoking hot ones!"
Trying to play stupid, Juliet furrowed her brow. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Like hell you don't," the blonde accused, watching her friend skate around her for the glass of alcohol. "You know, the gorgeous brunette with smoldering eyes sitting at table 12?"
"Cassie!" Juliet scolded, a scowl on her face. She glanced over her shoulder to see the newcomer watching one of the TVs, but a knowing smirk graced his features. Of course he was listening. "First of all, he's not that attractive," she said pointedly, hating that his smirk seemed to grow. "Secondly, I don't think we should be talking about this at work."
Cassie scoffed. "Since when?" she exclaimed, having to raise her voice over the cheers that erupted around the restaurant. Juliet grabbed the basket of barbeque wings and fries, setting them on her previous tray next to the whiskey. The girl glanced at the hottie and ran her fingers through her hair. "If you don't want him, I'll gladly take him off your hands."
"No, no, that's okay," Juliet said, far too quickly. The guy had already tried to compel her within two minutes! God knew what he would do to a sweet and willing girl like Cass. Her coworker gave her a strange look. "I mean, he looks like a good tipper is all. And I need the money," she covered.
"Uh huh, whatever you say, Jules," she said, disbelieving.
Juliet shrugged at her before heading back out. Wanting to make Mr. Ego wait, she collected the bill that was waiting for her with a gracious smile and took the food to the doe eyed couple. Once she was sure the family was still happy with their food, she finally found her way back to him.
"Here you go," she greeted, placing his drink in front of him. "Will that be all?"
He picked up his drink and swirled it in its glass before taking a sip, one arm draped over the back of his chair. He was looking forward to making her pleasant smile waver. "You don't think I'm attractive? My feelings are hurt, Juliet," he teased.
She visibly tensed and glared at him. "It's rude to eavesdrop you know," she chided, placing a hand on her hip.
Smirking, he shrugged. "So I've heard. I just don't seem to care." He looked around as people started clapping and cheering as the game ended. "I am interested in how a little witch such as yourself came to be at a place like this," he inquired. Most witches he had known in his day had been in cults or covens – helping each other and using each other's powers. Other than the Bennett witch, he hadn't known many to choose isolation.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Gee, I wonder if you could maybe say it a little louder next time," she hissed. When she was sure no one had overheard him, she calmed slightly. "I'm afraid that's just none of your business." Juliet cocked her head to the side, curious. "You could tell me where you're from though. Your accent is absolutely killing me," she prodded, every word laced with sarcastic flirtation.
The man grinned. "And I'm afraid I just don't like your sarcasm," he retorted, taking another sip of his drink. Alcohol did little to affect him, but he loved the burn as it slid down his throat – it helped distract just a little from the delicious smell coming off the woman in front of him.
She snapped her fingers in dramatic disappointment. "Bummer. And here I thought my good looks would get me what I wanted," she fired, a wicked glint in her eye. Juliet knew she shouldn't bait a vampire, but he made it fun and she knew he wouldn't be able to touch her – so long as she kept her guard up.
He leaned forward, setting his drink down as he studied her. There wasn't a trace of fear in her and he wondered if she was just stupid or foolishly brave. Maybe she just didn't care. But he had a feeling she might just like the danger. "You've got quite the attitude on you, don't you? First you burn me, then you tell your luscious little friend you don't find me attractive, now you mock me. Better be careful, love, I might start to think you fancy me," he warned. He was satisfied when a small smirk played at her lips as she looked away, trying to hide it.
"Well, we wouldn't want your head to get any bigger, now would we?" Something about him made it hard not to flirt back – if that's what one could call what was happening. He was charming, and his ancient eyes held a look of mischief that captivated her. It sent a slight thrill through her gut to be so bold with him. "Did you want anything to eat or are you good for now?" she asked, trying to remain in control.
A wicked grin appeared as a predatory look danced in his eyes. "I think I've got my eye on something," he taunted, making it a point to stare at the creamy skin of her neck.
It took her a moment to register the meaning behind his words. When they sank in, she couldn't help but return his dark smile. Crossing her arms over her chest, she reveled when his eyes darted down to her cleavage that was now pushed together. "Oh, don't you wish," she purred, before turning on her heel and walking away.
The urge to turn around and see the look on his face was incredibly strong, but she remained vigilant and didn't turn back to look. A rush of power surged through her and her heart skipped a little at the prospect of playing with this enthralling man. A voice in the back of her mind tried to remind her it wasn't just any man, but a lethal vampire and she needed to be careful. But where was the fun in playing it safe? He was unlike most vampires she had met and it peaked her curiosity.
The ending of the game brought on busy rush, leaving her little time to talk to her stranger. She was always acutely aware of his eyes burning into the back of her neck, though, as he watched her do her job. Half of her college group wanted to be rung up while others ordered another round of drinks. While Juliet tried juggling all of the different orders, Cassie got slammed with a large group of late nighters in her section that she tried to help out with. Once the drink orders from Cassie's group had been filled, Juliet darted around to satisfy each of her college kids – who were all surprising nice and understanding. It helped settle her erratic nerves to know they weren't becoming impatient with her. Next she danced over to the small family that had finished their food. The parents looked like they were ready to call it a night, but with some perfected begging from the two kids, they ordered dessert. Smiling, Juliet reassured them their treat would be right up as she collected the plates and silverware out of their way.
As she balanced the large load in her hands, she skirted around the bar delicately to place the plates in the sink. Before she had a chance to do so, however, she was momentarily distracted.
"You didn't tell me he was British!" Cassie hissed, coming up right behind her.
Startled, she jolted and clumsily dropped the plates in the bin. Some of the utensils missed their mark, though, and instinctively she reached to grab them – not realizing one of them was an unused steak knife. As she went to close her hand around it, the sharp edge sliced into her finger and sent a spasm of pain through her system.
"Shit!" Letting the rest of the dishes clatter into the sink, she brought her hand up quickly to inspect the damage through narrowed eyes.
"Oh God, Jules! I'm sorry!" apologized Cassie, looking genuinely concerned.
Blood was freely flowing out of her wounded finger, but Juliet decided that, thankfully, it wasn't deep. Still hurt like a bitch, though. Moving quickly, she turned the faucet on and stuck her hand under the running water, gripping the edge of the large bin tightly with her free hand as the pain began a steady throb. "It's a okay, Cass. Not your fault," she reassured, watching as the water turned a pinkish color.
"You alright, darlin'?" Sam asked from the opposite side of the bar.
Juliet looked up and forced a smile. "I'm good, just a scratch, Sam," she promised. As she cut the water off, she was pleased to see the blood had slowed down and the cold water had helped to numb some of the pain. When she looked up again to make a joke, it died on her lips when she caught the eye of the vampire at table 12. His face had grown hard and he was staring at her with incredible intensity.
"I'll go get the first aid kit," Cassie said urgently.
"Yeah, okay," Juliet muttered, captivated by the look in his eye. She barely noticed the girl leave.
Moving to the side of the bar where no one was paying attention to her, she watched as his gaze followed her every move. She knew he had smelled the coppery scent of her blood the second her skin had broke, and the wanting stare he was giving her made her gut clench. A dark idea entered her mind that would continue her game from earlier, and without thinking, she acted on it. Without breaking eye contact, she brought her finger to her lips. Letting her tongue flick out, she slowly collected the single drop of blood that had started to drip down her finger seductively before sucking it into her mouth. She watched as his hand clenched around his now empty glass and she was sure his eyes darkened and the veins came to life around them momentarily. And she relished in it. She forgot where she was as she withdrew her finger to brush against her bottom lip. The hunger in his eyes grew and it took all the restraint he had not to flash across the distance that separated them and lick the smear of blood right off of her now stained lip. He could feel the animal in him snapping at the tether.
"Here! I found some peroxide and some band aids," Cassie exclaimed, instantly shattering the moment.
Looking away and letting her friend play doctor, Juliet tried to steady her heartbeat. She shouldn't have done that. She was pretty sure that it should have been a big NO NO. Yet she couldn't stop the knot that had settled in her gut. When the hell did she start teasing vampires, she wondered idly.
When Cassie was done bandaging her, she glanced up to look at him, only to find that he was gone! Looking around a little less subtly now, she scanned the grill only to find no sight of him. Unsure of whether that was a good or bad thing, she furrowed her brow and thanked her friend. She approached his table hesitantly, as if he might appear out of nowhere to finish what she started. All she found was a wad of cash left for her. Her lips twitched, surprised he actually paid for the drink and she pocketed the reasonable tip he had left for her.
As the night progressed, all thoughts of her mysterious vampire were pushed to the back of her mind. She focused on her job and wrapped up the remaining tables she had left, feeling good about the tips she had made for the night. Cassie apologized every chance she got for causing her to cut her finger – despite all the reassurances Juliet gave her. When midnight finally rolled around, she was more than grateful she didn't have to close up that night. Punching out, she said goodbye to her coworkers before grabbing her coat and purse from the staff room. She was exhausted, to say the least, and her feet were killing her. That's what you get for volunteering to take a double, she thought, desperately wishing she had a foot massager waiting for her at home.
Walking out of the bar, she shrugged into her pea coat to protect against the bite in the air. Chicago naturally got colder before most cities, thanks to the wind. Tonight was no exception. She began fishing for her keys in her deep purse, grumbling. "Need a smaller purse, damnit." Her feet carried her on autopilot to her car where she paused, finally feeling her fingers brush against the metal.
Triumphantly, she yanked them out of the abyss they were in when she heard something shift behind her. Before she could do anything, she was roughly pushed up against the car as a body pressed against her backside. Taken by surprise, she didn't have time to react.
"You shouldn't tease, darling," came a smooth accent, his breath skating across her cheek. Juliet froze, instantly recognizing the voice. "It's not nice." His lips brushed against her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. She rationally knew she was in danger, but the warmth from his body made it hard to focus. Her hands were pressed against the window of her car and her grip tightened on her keys, trying to reign in her thoughts.
Pleased with her reaction to him, he smirked and let his hands trail down her sides. Kol traced his nose down the column of her neck lightly as he inhaled her scent one more time before disappearing.
As fast as he had arrived, he was gone. Goosebumps had sprouted along her skin and Juliet was left disoriented and confused, body humming from his touch. Shaking herself out of it, she spun around and wasn't surprised to find no one there. Quickly, she unlocked her car and got inside, resting her forehead on the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled it loudly. "Juliet, what have you started?" she questioned herself.