This is just a short little story that popped in my head. Let me know if you want the second part :)

There were days when it would have been best not to wake up at all. To Kol this was certainly one of those days, when he opened his eyes, he was pretty sure that his head was going to explode. Very slowly he turned on his side and noticed that he was lying on the floor. Perhaps that last drink had been too much… But then again, he had no idea when he has had his last drink. There seemed to be other things that were a little unsure to him as well, like what day it was, where the hell was he and why was he wearing a toga? Oh lord, this had to be the worst hangover ever…

"Finally," an angry man's voice said. "Would you mind to get up? Our housekeeper refuses to come in here before you're gone."

Kol blinked his eyes and recognized the older Salvatore brother who was looking at him with his arms crossed.

"What…I'm at your house?"

"Unfortunately," Damon muttered. "And you drank all our booze."

Kol rubbed his temple before slowly getting to his feet.

"How did I get here?"

"Uninvited," Damon replied. "You and that harem of yours showed up here last night. If I understood you correctly, you were looking for your sister."

Now Kol started to remember, he had been in a bar with few lovely ladies, but then what?

"Was Bekah here?" he asked.

"Yes, she was here to see my brother and you had an argument with her."

"Hmm, nothing new there. Well, I'm out of here…"

"Not so fast," Damon said before Kol managed to reach the door. "Don't forget this."

Kol turned and saw Damon holding a wooden basket.

"What…" he didn't have time to finish his sentence when something in the basket started to scream. It was a baby.

"Listen, Salvatore, I'm definitely not in the mood for jokes…"

Damon laughed and picked up some clothes from the floor. Wait a minute, those were Bekah's clothes, she had been wearing them last night… What…

"Yep," Damon said. "Here's your sister."

Kol took few steps towards him and looked inside the basket. The baby was looking at him attentively with her green eyes. Oh shit, this couldn't be happening.

"What… How did this happen?"

Damon frowned.

"You don't remember? One of your…ladies was a witch and not very competent one. You told her to teach your sister a lesson."

"I wouldn't have done that! Maybe I would have broken Bekah's neck or something, but not this!"

Damon shrugged.

"Yeah, I thought it was low too. But anyway, here's your sister, I think that her diaper needs to be changed and don't forget to feed her."

Kol couldn't do anything except stare at the little creature that apparently was his sister. This was so bad…

"Elijah is going to kill me…"