Hello, so this is my second fanfiction I have written. It is a Kol/OC, the first 6 or 7 chapters will be set back in around about the 1200 era then it will go to present day Mystic Falls where all the originals have been un-daggered. I do not have a beta so bear with me and my grammar, I am looking for a beta if anyone is interested? Just a little warning there will be a slight bit of abuse in this story but I try to put in as little detail when it comes to the abuse because I don't like much of that myself it is just a part of the story I can't avoid. Rated T only because I'm a little paranoid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries or any characters apart from my own original characters like Esme.
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime
Chapter One – Please call me Kol
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Esme Lockwood wasn't a poor or deprived girl, her father was the mayor of Mystic Falls but money can't buy you everything. Esme was only sixteen soon to be seventeen and her father was already trying to marry her off, the suitor Mr Trent Forbes.
Trent was handsome, he had good manners and most importantly in her fathers eyes he had money. All in all he was perfect but Esme didn't want perfect. She didn't want to be the trophy wife. She didn't want to fluster around the house all day, cooking and cleaning, waiting for a husband her husband to come home.
She wanted to explore everywhere, learn all there is to learn about the wonders of the world. If she even had the slightest chance of getting out of Mystic Falls and out of her arranged marriage she would jump at the chance, seize it in both hands. Esme wanted to fall in love not be forced in to it. In her eyes you shouldn't have to learn love, it should just happen, consume you, make you behave irrationally.
"ESME" her mother shouted for her but she was unable to answer as she was currently having her corset laced by one of her maids. "I will take it from here" her mother dismissed the maid, yanking a string on Esme's dress making her gasp for air.
"I don't know why we have to wear these ridiculous dresses, you can hardly breathe or move in them. Why can't women wear trousers like men" Esme complained.
"Because Esmeralda, it would be improper" her mother hissed using her full name.
"I was merely voicing my opinion" Esme mumbled.
"Look how beautiful you are" her mother whispered, finally finishing putting her hair up in pins. Esme looked down seeing the olive green dress and smothered out any wrinkles. She looked in the mirror, her mother was right, she was beautiful but it just wasn't her. It was funny how she was looking at her own reflection but didn't recognise the person staring back at her.
"You will make such a beautiful bride" Esme's face morphed into a look of disgust at her mothers words.
"I knew there must have been a reason why you're here, talking to me. You would never of come in here actually wanting to talk to me, would you? Wanting to show an interest in your daughter and her feelings. Because you know what mother, maybe I don't want to marry Trent or even marry anyone at all. And maybe I don't want to end up being like you" Esme poured out hurtfully.
"Well I'm afraid you don't have a choice, you have already accepted Mr Forbes hand in marriage. You should do well the remember that before you go spouting out things like that. You certainly don't have a problem wearing that diamond ring on your finger. I came here to tell you that me and Mrs Forbes have now set an official date, no thanks to your help Esmeralda. We have decided it to be on your seventeenth birthday."
"But that is only five months away!" Esme protested.
"Don't be late for lunch, we have company" Esme's mother finally left the room.
Esme huffed gathering her dress with one hand and used the other to hold on to the stair banister and walked slowly down the stair case to meet Trent who was waiting for her. What Esme didn't expect was for him to be standing with two other men.
"Esmeralda, Lord Niklaus and Kol are to join us for lunch" Trent greeted her, holding his hand out for her, which she ignored and walked past.
"Its Esme" she told him walking into the dining room.
"Hello love, I'm Klaus" one of the men from earlier came up and introduced himself kissing her hand like a gentleman but there was something about him that Esme couldn't trust. Something about the smirk he always seemed to wear or the dangerous spark in his eyes.
"I thought it was 'Lord Niklaus'" Esme said in a mocking tone to which he chuckled at.
"It seems I hate that title as much as you hate being called Esmeralda" Klaus said.
"Hmm" Esme turned her back on him and travelled over to where Trent stood talking to her father.
"Excuse me sir, can I steel a moment with your daughter in private" Trent lead the two to a deserted room.
"What is it Trent?" Esme asked sighing.
Trent turned to Esme angrily. Esme had never seen Trent looking this angry, his eyes just seemed wild, and there was no emotion behind them as he looked at Esme. Then he slapped her. Her face snapped to the side from impact. She held her cheek as tears threatened to fall down her face.
"You made me do that!" Trent screamed at her. "You show me no respect! You embarrass me and show me up in front of important people!"
"I made you do this! You're sick, you make me feel sick. Just wait until my father finds out. This whole arranged wedding will be called off and no one will ever want to marry you! You will be left with the village whore! That is if even she will take you" Esme hissed.
"Esmeralda. Innocent little Esme" Trent stroked Esme's cheek whilst she looked to the floor disgusted. "Who do you think your father will believe? His troublesome daughter, who has never wanted to marry or me. The soon to be new sheriff after my father, who has only ever wanted to love you."
"You make me feel sick!" Esme spat out at him.
"I should get back, you should too. We don't want to worry people and don't you have a wedding to plan?" as soon as Trent left the room Esme fell back onto the couch, the tears now falling freely down her face.
"What is a beautiful girl like you hiding out in here crying for?" Lord Kol entered the room, crouching down so he was eye level with Esme and using one of his hands to brush away her tears.
"It's nothing important, silly if you think about it" Esme sniffed now standing up and straightening out her dress.
"I don't know about that" Kol said gently seeming to actually show an interest in her and concern.
"Oh look now, I have made a mess of myself" Esme laughed without humour. "I shall go clean myself up. Do tell everyone not to worry and that I will be down shortly. If needed say my hair fell out or something unimportant."
"Esme" Kol called after the girl who seemed to be rushing out the room as soon as she could. "You still look beautiful, even through tears" she blushed and left the room.
Esme looked at her glowing left cheek, where Trent's hand earlier had purposefully collided with. She covered it with powder and left her room to return back to the dining room.
She slipped back into the dining room happy that no one was sat at the table yet so that she went unnoticed. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed her absence, besides Kol and Trent, grabbing a wine goblet from one of the waiters as they walked past.
"Ah Esmeralda, there you are. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show" Esme's father came up to her, she couldn't help but look towards Trent, who was sending the two worried glances out the corner of his eye.
"I was feeling a little under the weather father, I only left to compose myself" Esme explained.
"Shall we go and sit" Trent asked making an expected appearance by her side. "Esme you know I don't like it when you drink" Trent tutted taking the half drunken goblet from her hands and placing it on a passing table. Her father beamed at Trent, looking at him as a sort of angle sent to sort his daughter and her attitude and mannerisms out.
"You have yourself a keeper Esme" her father complimented.
"I don't really have the choice do I?" Esme mumbled, low enough so no one could hear.
"What was that dear?" Trent asked squeezing her hand so tightly it hurt.
"I said I know who would of thought" Esme covered up through a fake smile and innocent voice.
She sat down in her chair, Trent was on her left and her father was on her right. Lord Kol and Niklaus was opposite the two Mrs Forbes and Esme's mother sitting beside Trent and Mr Forbes sitting next to her father round a far to big table.
The dinner was full of fake smiles and laughs. Esme had excused herself by telling everyone she needed some fresh air and so she was going to take a walk in the gardens, politely refusing anyone's offer to join her.
"Miss Lockwood!" Esme turned around to see Kol running to catch up with her.
"Mr Mikaelsen, how can I help you?" Esme me asked politely, though feeling quite annoyed he was ruining her alone time.
"I just wanted to get away from everyone, much like you I'm guessing. There is only so many fake laughs and stuck up people I can stand" Esme laughed.
"I hope you do not think me of one of these stuck up people?"
"No you seem different to everyone else, you have more…spirit."
"I'll take that as a compliment Mr Mikaelsen."
"You should and please call me Kol."
"Okay Kol" Esme said emphasizing his name. "So where are you from, your accent is different."
"England" he said with a cheeky grin.
"Hmm I have always loved the English accent" Esme said in a poor attempt of an English accent.
"That was awful!" Kol chuckled.
"Oh and I suppose you can do an American accent" she teased.
"Is that a challenge?" Kol asked stopping them both but Esme grinned and carried on walking.
"I do believe you are trying to flirt with me Mr Mikaelsen" Esme giggled.
"Whatever would make you believe that?" Kol took her hand gently so she turned to face him. She looked into his eyes feeling an urge to kiss him but knowing she couldn't, god knows what Trent would do to her if she did. So she led her eyes to the ground not quite trusting herself.
Still holding on to one of Esme's hands Kol used the other hand to cup her cheek and lift her face to look at his once again.
"KOL" another voice sounded from the side of them, the two jumped apart and looked to see Niklaus smirking at the two.
"We need to be getting back brother." Kol started walking over to where Niklaus was. "I expect we will be seeing you soon Esme."
Esme was walking back inside when she heard her father, Mr Forbes and Trent's hushed voices, so she stood just outside the door craning her ears to hear them.
"The Mikaelsen family, do they pose a threat?" Esme's father asked.
"Not that I can see, Lord Niklaus and his older brother Elijah are even joining the counsel. They know about out vampire situation. They want a safe place for their younger sister Rebekah, I think she is around Esme's age" Mr Forbes informed them.
"Elijah?"
"Apparently Lord Elijah has not arrived in Mystic Falls yet, he is estimated to arrive tomorrow. I suspect they will be back over, maybe even with the young Miss Rebekah" Mr Forbes said.
"I don't know if we can trust Lord Kol, he seemed a little off" Trent said annoyed.
"Trent! Do not let jealousy cloud you judgements boy! Besides Lord Kol isn't joining the counsel we do not need to trust him and I would be even happier if you befriend him. An alley like the Mikaelsen family with their power couldn't bring any harm" Mr Forbes scolded to which Trent mumbled something that Esme couldn't hear.
Esme moved to walk up the stairs hearing them moving around now too. Vampires? Is there any such thing, they are fairy tale creatures, her father and the Forbes must be just spouting out a load of nonsense.
I hope you liked the first chapter, please review to say if you like it or if you don't. I would hate to carry on updating if everyone thinks it is rubbish. I will post the second chapter up as soon as I can.
~Hannah x