A/N Hey! This is my new story and i'm not sure how I came up with this. I was in the middle of writing the new chapter for 'My Other Half' when this idea popped into my head. I just started writing then this came of it. I'm not sure if i'll continue it because it all depends on how you react to this. I was kind of nervous on posting it because i've never done anything like this before. If you would like to see a modern day picture of Kalia, there's a link on my profile.

If you don't like the idea or hate it, don't leave a review because it's not fair to hate on something that i'm warning you about. I find it childish and it's not helpful to the author that takes the time to write something only for someone to be cruel. If you do somehow like this and would like to see more, please leave a review. Like I said, continuing this is based off whether anyone actually leaves a review.

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Under His Wing

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Holdin' me closer, 'til our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

Wait for me to come home

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Venice—1371

"DEMON! Yo-You are a demon from hell itself."

Eyes wide with horror and fear, Mary shuffled back as the 'creature', she had previously screamed at released a sound that resembled a lot like laughter. The darkness engulfed her, the only light being the thunder outside every few seconds. Her body shook as she walked backwards, jumping at each sound that hit her ears. She turned around when she thought that she felt something warm near her ear, but came in contact with nothing. Mary swallowed thickly, more tears filling her blue eyes as her heart thumped against her ribcage. She held her torn dress to her, wincing when the wound on her neck continued to ache and drip blood. She stood in the darkness of her small cottage, hugging herself as she prayed to the powers above.

But when she heard a snarling sound, Mary knew that it was doing her no good.

The powers above hadn't been doing her any good all night. Her village her been celebrating the coming of the new year when, all of a sudden, they had been under attack. Mary had hid in her cottage and had been forced to listen while her friends had been slaughtered. Their pleads, their cries for help would be something that she would never forget. She had tried to be as quiet as she could, but it had done nothing for her because she had been found only moments after her friend nearby had been tortured and killed.

"Pl-Please. Don't harm me. I will give you all I have. It is not much, but please do not harm me. I beg of you."

Mary flinched when she felt cold fingers run along her bare collarbone and moving to the curve of her neck. Lips brushed her ear and another laugh came from the figure now standing behind her. It's free arm locked around her, pulling her close, and Mary bit her lip to stop fresh tears from running down her cheeks.

"You are a smart girl. You should know better than to ask a favour from the devil himself. He cannot be trusted."

At a loss for words, Mary could do nothing but beg."Please. I will do anything you ask. All I ask in return that you do not harm me."

"You have already taken everything from us."Mary whispered, refusing to look at the body of her husband, her slaughtered husband at her feet. She could see flashes of him due to the thunder."Show mercy. I beg you."

Mary inhaled sharply when a hissing sound came from behind her, and she felt fingers dig into her hips, the cold pads of them cooling her warm skin through the tears of her dress that had been caused during the attack. She tried not to struggle, not wanting to anger the monster, as something sharp traced the wound on her neck. She heard the figure behind her inhale then something wet move along the wound, lapping up the blood. Whimpers fell from her lips as a the painful sharpness put pressure on her skin. More dark chuckling vibrated against her neck, causing her to flinch once again.

"Sorry, darling. I do not show mercy."

"Please. Plea-AHHH!"

Her screams echoed throughout the small cottage as a growling sound hit her ears, forcing her to close her eyes tightly. The fingers that been digging into her skin ran up her arm, curved around the other side of her neck before they tangled in her hair. A loud, gut wrenching scream came from Mary when the fingers tugged her head to the side just before something sharp latched onto her throat as soon as it was bare. She felt as if a wild animal had just bit into her and she felt like there was some truth to that thought. Lips closed around the fresh wound as her blood was taken from her. She, once again, heard laughter coming from the figure behind her, as if her pain and her screaming was just encouraging. The 'monster' showed no sign of remorse as Mary began to become light headed, now having no choice but to lean back in order to stop herself from falling.

"It hurts."

I do not want to die.

"Please. Please stop—"

Mary's pleas for mercy were soon cut off when Kol put a stop to it, slightly irritated while he covered her mouth with his hand after removing it from her long locks. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body began to feel weak while her vision became blurred. Then there was nothing. Just darkness. He drained her hungrily before taking a step back, making her slump to the floor, right next to her older sister who had given her life to her younger one and across from her husband. He wiped the blood from around his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt as he started towards the door, leaving the small cottage and his victims inside of it behind. When he turned from the door, now facing the other cottage, her realized that the thunder had passed. The sky was beginning to show the beginning of the sunrise.

"Looks like it is going to be a beautiful day."

But underneath the sky, lay what looked like a war-zone. Bodies of men and women scattered across the land, tossed aside like they were nothing as soon as Kol Mikaelson was finished with them. Kol let his dark eyes trail over them as he stepped over bodies he came across, and he began to whistle, his hunger satisfied.

For now.

Kol turned to the left, about to enter the forest where his horse and carriage were no doubt waiting for him, the driver's hate for him growing each second.

But he suddenly stopped in his tracks when something high-pitched hit his sensitive ears. He narrowed his eyes in confusion, his mind not working with the rest of him for a moment. Kol was normally quick and on high alert, but the blood he had almost drowned in that night was making his mind a little hazy. He went quiet, listening out for the sound again and after a few moments, it happened.

The sound of a baby crying.

"What on earth?" Kol mumbled to himself, turning back to the village.

He was still confused about how he had managed to miss a baby in his rampage.

Kol hadn't come across a baby, he was sure of it. Kol shrugged, it had nothing to do with him in his opinion, and he turned back, his foot raising to make his first step, but for some reason, he couldn't. The crying coming from the child, who was clearly in distress, was getting louder by each passing second. It was beginning to hurt his ears, and Kol released a sign of annoyance, distantly remembering how his sister would cry for hours on end, and him also crying because his siblings would pay more attention to her than him.

It is going to take a long while before someone comes across this. He thought to himself, running a hand across his bloody streaked face.

It might not survive the winter that is about to come. Another voice in his mind added.

Kol Mikaelson was a lot of things but he wound never purposefully harm a child.

If they got caught in the crossfire, it didn't faze him, but he never set out to harm one.

He wasn't a total monster. He wasn't Niklaus.

Kol winced when the high pitched cries got louder. He looked back towards the woods, tempted to just leave and forget about it, but something in his mind began to order him to check on the child. Something that sounded a lot like Elijah and, just like in reality, Kol eventually gave in. He turned around and began to walk through the small village once again, letting his ears guide him to where the baby was located. He stepped over the countless corpses that he came across as he neared the screaming. He walked in the correct direction, the screaming guiding him towards the cottage near the one he had just exited from. Right at the doorstep lay a young woman who was sporting several bitemarks from her wrists to her neck. Kol, using his foot, nudged her out of the way in order to enter the cottage.

As soon as he got inside, the smell of death hit his nose, and he ignored it. He looked down at the floor, which was covered by long bloody steaks, and he remembered that was because of him. Kol shook his head with an amused grin as he avoided the blood, not in the mood to ruin his clothing any more. He had dragged the bodies away from the exit in order to exit the cottage. The sunrise was taking over the previously dark sky, and he was able to see much clearer. For a moment, Kol stared at the blood, head tilted, eyes wide with fascination. However, it was short-lived because he was soon distracted when another high pitched scream, one worse than the last, came from nearby.

"How could have I missed that?"

Kol turned to his right, following not only the screaming, but the bloody trail of blood leading him into the room where he had dumped the bodies. He entered the room, which looked like a make shift bedroom he noticed as he looked around. Whenever he fed Kol never really paid attention to what was going on around him. He was more focused on the blood and the victim, not much else, which would of have explained why he had missed the baby. It wasn't a threat, so he could have missed it. Kol ignored the bodies which where thrown over the bed,piled on top of eachother which showed just how much he truly didn't care about them. He assumed that they were the parents of the child, but that didn't bother him, he was focused on finding the child.

Which he found a second later when another scream his his ears. He slowly took his eyes off the parents, his gaze landed on something squirming just at his feet.

A baby.

A small, bright blue eyed baby which was wriggling around in blood that had been dripping from the severe wounds from it's mother's body which was hanging off the side of the bed just above.

Even for Kol, who had slaughtered hundreds in horrid ways, this was something he had never seen before.

At the rare sight, Kol swallowed thickly, jaw clenching as more crying hit his ears when the baby met his gaze. He found himself frozen, unsure how to react as the baby cried in distress. Next to the baby, was what he assumed to be it's cot. The cot was on it's side, explaining how the child had gotten onto the ground. He could tell that the baby was unharmed, but, as if sensing that it's parents wasn't alive and well, the baby was sobbing loudly.

So loud that Kol's ears began to ring.

"Be quiet."He ordered, as if it would work.

"Hush!"

This only served the crying to become louder.

Kol snarled in anger and though tempted to leave, he found himself leaning down. He picked up the baby, which seemed to be a girl, and placed her back in her cot, tossing the fur back over the child so that she would be warm. He tucked the child in, ducking when she reached out for him. He ignored the child's crying, though the sound did seem to calm when the child was placed back in the cot. He then picked it up and set the cot out of view of the parents he had slaughtered earlier that night. He then stood back up and began to leave the room. His job was done. He had helped the child and planned to compel someone to collect her as soon as he got back to town.

But, like before, as if sensing him leaving, the child began to whimper.

Kol, for some reason, stopped in his tracks.

The gurgling sound coming from the child made him turn back around slowly. His dark brown eyes settled on the small child inside the cot. She was tiny, he thought, taking a small step closer as small hands reached up into the air, as if telling him to come closer. He found himself standing by the cot, looking down at the baby, who was staring back up at him. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, and they sparkled at him, despite the fact the she had blood on her soft skin due to the small puddle she had been squirming in. He flinched when her small fingers curled around his index one. They locked around it, tugging at him with the small amount of strength she had.

"So small. So innocent."

Oblivious to the devil standing near you.

Her blue orbs connected with his dark brown ones and Kol found himself unable to look away.

"...all alone. Nobody to care for you."

Kol paused to think, his mind drifting to his own family who more than likely hadn't noticed that he wasn't with them.

"Just like myself."

The baby released another squeal, eyes filling with tears once again. Kol tilted his head, fingers brushing her cheek, catching the tears that spilled. She wriggled, attempting to get closer to the stranger standing by her cot. She was so small, he repeated mentally. So innocent, something he hadn't been in a long time. Large tears ran down her cheek, and Kol just stared at her, unsure of how to react. She was a newborn, he decided. She wasn't older than a few months. The mother must have just recently given birth and hadn't made a connection with the child. The parents wouldn't be missed. Kol glanced over at the corpses of her parents before returning to the baby. The air was cold and the sunlight was glaring at them. The small of death was getting stronger and soon it would be worse, especially for the child.

He was fighting mentally with himself concerning the baby. To leave her to be found or take her. He could compel someone to find her, but for some reason, Kol felt nerved by that.

She was...fascinating.

Especially her eyes.

Kol swallowed thickly when she squirmed, releasing a cooing sound as Kol allowed her to tug on his hand. He didn't attempt to turn away or pull his hand from her. Instead, he just allowed her to lock herself around his arm, her cheek rubbing against the palm of his hand.

"Aren't you something?"

Before he could stop himself, he reached down and picked up the baby, making sure to keep her warm by keeping the fur around her small body. He turned from the bloody scene, watching her as she rested against him, her sobs quietening down. Kol led her out of the cottage and outside to the sunrise in an attempt to save her from the smell of death. He held her as gently as he could, making sure to hold on tight but carefully. He didn't know why he was taking her or what he intended on doing as soon as he made sure that she was safe. All he knew was that he didn't want her to be left there by herself.

He didn't want her to be alone.

Kol looked down at her, holding the child out in front of him so that he could get a good look at her. She just continued to stare at him, unfazed by the blood on his face.

"Do you have a name, darling? Or should I give you one?"

"Kol?! What are you doing with...with that?"

The Original vampire in question looked up when the sound of heavy feet entered the room, followed by his brother's angry yet concerned tone. Concerned by what Kol was holding in his arms. He met Klaus' blue eyes, which weren't as bright as the child's orbs. They also weren't as sparkling or as innocent. Before Kol could respond, his brother flashed forward, now standing right in front of him, eyes flickering between his youngest brother and the child he was holding in his arms. A baby. Kol, his merciless brother, was holding a baby. Klaus took a step forward, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn't believe that Kol was holding the small human. In reaction, Kol held the baby possessively, holding her close to his chest, eyes telling Klaus to be quiet as the baby was now sleeping. Kol had recently washed the blood from her, but he was still coated in crimson from head to toe, as if he had bathed in blood. Klaus' mouth opened and shut a few times, clearly at a loss as to what he should say.

But then Klaus glared down at him in warning, quickly jumping to conclusions.

There was also shock in his expression that made Kol frown.

Did Klaus think that he had intentions to harm a child?

"I asked you a question. What are you doing with a child, Kol?"

"I found her." Kol simply answered.

"Found her?"Klaus repeated his frown deepening as he stared down at the child before looking at his brother again."Where exactly did you find the child?"

Kol's eyes left Klaus' when the child cooed in his arms, eyes flickering open. The youngest Mikaelson brother forgot about Klaus' question as the child reached up with her small hand and tapped Kol's cheek. Klaus crossed his arms over his chest, prepared to dagger his brother if he thought of harming the child. Klaus had witnessed his brother committing horrible acts. He had slaughtered villages with his signature smile and probably matched his elder brother with his body count, but Klaus never imagined that Kol's vile imagination could come to this. Klaus attempted to gain his brother's attention, but Kol was too focused on the squirming child in his arms. He was holding the child gently, as gentle as Klaus had ever seen Kol, and was starting at her as if she were going to do something fascinating. She continued to stare up at him and a few moments later, her eyes fluttered shut as she fell into another slumber.

"Kol?"

When his brother paid him no attention, Klaus shook his head. He was not going to allow this. But he knew that Kol would never listen to him.

So he called for the one person who had been able to get through to his youngest brother in the past.

Klaus turned his head towards the nearest door and yelled out."ELIJAH! Brother, come quick."

As soon as those words were yelled, a loud screeching sound echoed throughout the room. Kol cursed underneath his breath when the baby started crying once more, now wide awake. Klaus shook his head once again, something he realized he did a lot when Kol was around. "What is that dreadful sound?" Klaus looked next to him to see Elijah standing at his left, looking mildly irritated.

"A child."

Elijah narrowed his eyes in confusion."A what?"He asked, unable to think of a response.

"Kol abducted a child and plans to-"

"I did not abduct her."Kol growled from his seat, still looking down at the child in his arms.

"How dare you? I would never harm a child on purpose."He added, looking down at the child in his embrace."Besides, it is not possible to abduct a child if they are orphaned with nobody to look after them."

Elijah turned towards his youngest brother, his calm expression instantly turning to one of anger and concern when he saw Kol holding the child in his embrace. Kol's clothing was still coated in blood from earlier, and the worst thoughts ran through Elijah's mind as he stared at Kol. Klaus nodded at Elijah's look, taking a step back to enjoy Kol getting scolded from Elijah. His older brother had been irritating Klaus for his actions recently and although it annoyed Klaus whenever Elijah used his scolding tone, it was enjoyable to witness it being used on someone else. Kol didn't seem fazed about Elijah's presence as he normally did whenever his elder brother seemed ready to tell him off for his actions. Instead, he was too busy trying to calm down the child he was still trying to come up with a name for. She was staring up at him and her small fingers were still wrapped around his index finger.

That was when Elijah's voice, tone laced with disappointment, hit his ears."You are the reason that she child is orphaned the child, aren't you? You killed the parents."His brother didn't bother to wait for an answer, instead he quickly added."Hand over the child, Kol and we will deal with this later."

"No. I am not going to harm the child."Kol coldly stated, making Klaus and Elijah release a sign of relief before he added."I'm keeping her."

"Excuse me?" Elijah responded with a long sigh."She is a human being, Kol. You have no respect for human life. She is also a child and I am not going to allow this to happen. Now hand over the child and I will find her a suitable home, I can assure you of that."

He was not in the mood for Kol's attitude right now. His youngest brother had returned to his family a while before after tracking them down to Venice. Since then, Kol had been impossible to deal with, bringing more and more attention to their family than wanted or needed. Kol came and went whenever he felt like it and he was now making life difficult for his siblings. Elijah was not going to allow his remorseless, calculating brother to keep an innocent child. Not while Elijah had a say in it. Kol looked up at Elijah with an amused smile at his tone of voice. But his eyes were dark, ready to attack if he were given no choice, and he tightened his hold on the baby in his arms.

"Well, brother, this has nothing to do with you. I'm keeping Kalia."

Klaus broke in then, confusion written over his face."Kalia? How did you find that out since her parents are no longer breathing?"

"I named her."Kol smirked proudly."...and i am keeping her. That is final."

Elijah shook his head, determination in his eyes when Kol stood up, smiling down at the baby."You are doing no such thing. Not while you are under this roof. I will not allow an innocent child witness the horrors that come with your name, brother."

"Then I no longer stay under this roof."Kol replied with a hard edge to his voice.

"What did you just say?"Klaus and Elijah said in unison.

He looked down at Kalia, who he had named after thinking long and hard about it. Kalia Mikaelson. Kol smirked to himself, finger running along the child's soft cheek.

Why was he keeping her?

That was a question he still had to think long and hard about. The child was snuggled against his chest, bright blue eyes shut and her heartbeat was steady, a sign that she was sleeping peacefully. Kol, now on his feet, glanced at his brothers once more with a dark smirk before he, using his vampire speed, flashed out of the room with Kalia in his arms.

"KOL!"

The only response they received was the sound of the front door of the mansion closing.

So here's the first chapter.

I hope you liked it. Please leave a review if you would like more.

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