Hey guys ! This is my first The Vampire Diaries fanfiction thus this is a bit of an experiment. I checked the fandom for cool Kol/Jeremy stories and was shocked to discover how scarce it was. Come on this ship has so much potential ! And yeah, Jeremy makes a great gay character in my opinion, so does Kol (I don't know why, I can see Kol's character being gay in the show, which will probably not be the case as per usual.)

So I decided to write my own Kolremy story ! Let me tell you right away that I absolutely despise most female characters of the show such as Elena and Bonnie as well as most official couples, with the exceptions of Tyler/Caroline and Anna/Jeremy (and probably Matt/Rebekah). I hate Delena, Stelena (I hate Elena to begin with so no surprise here) and all the other -Ena couples so Elena will most likely be portrayed under a bad light in this story.

Once again, I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, I am the most absent-minded person in the world and I have the bad habit of not rereading my stories (not as much as I should anyway) so if I am unreadable, pray tell me, please.

Enough with my babbling, here comes the first chapter. I hope you will like it.

Oh by the way, concerning the title, it's in old French, it means "Be curse the one with ill intentions" (sorry I suck at translating old French into English). I wanted to give this story an English title, but that French maxim was the first thing that came into mind. Besides, it's crazy how fitting it is !

Cheers !


I.

When Nick assigned him the Denver mission, his first reflex was to tell him to piss off. He hated to be used, especially if it was to please his bastard of a brother who had let him to desiccate in a casket for more than one hundred years.

However, Klaus could be very persuasive when he wanted : "When I'm done with the little Doppelganger, he will be all yours ! You'll be able to do whatever you want to him ! No limit !" he had said with a dirty smile. He knew his brother had be shut in a box for a century with no human, no entertainment, no one to hunt down and torment. "You will have a whole city full of humans just for yourself, Kol ! Think about it ! Thousands of humans for you and the Doppelganger's brother in the end ! That's a generous offer !" And Kol had to agree that it was. While pouting, he took the flight to Denver just after having Klaus sign a paper that gave him full ownership of Jeremy Gilbert if his sister was to die - or rather, when she would.

And there he was, on a high school parking lot, waiting for a sixteen year old human boy to make his entrance. He was bored already. Besides, being on duty forced him to ignore all the tasty humans that walked by him which was highly unacceptable. That stupid boy had better be worth his time.

He waited for a couple of hours, hidden behind a tree at the edge of the lot. Nick had gotten him a picture of his target so that he could recognize him with ease. He had to admit the boy did not look so bad. Eventually, after a lifetime of wait and boredom, the bell rang and masses of humans rushed out the doors, eager to get back to their vehicles to go wherever humans went nowadays. The deafening noise of banters, shouts and chuckles made Kol grimace ; how could people be so loud ? He fought the urge to charge in and snap everything he could grab. Instead, he focused on the target. After two minutes of intense visual search, he spotted him.

Tall – taller than him even. Bulky body and boyish face – an odd combination. Messy chestnut hair. Brown eyes. Dressed as if he wanted to merge into the crowd – a very distasteful blue hoodie and large jeans. There was nothing special about this boy apart from the fact that he definitely looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there – to which Kol could gladly sympathize – and a beautiful mouth. Not that this detail would influence his mission whatsoever but when you were deprived of beautiful boys for the last century you tended to be very observant.

The boy took out an iPod and walked away. The mission was on.

After two weeks of mere watching, Kol learned a few things. He learned that the boy – Jeremy, he recalled – was indeed not a people person. Most of the time, he would lean against something – a car, the bark of a tree, a wall – and listen to music or read some stuff on his phone. He was a bore. Once in a while though he talked to human beings only to share the minimum - "Hey, how you doing ?" "Fine, and you ?" "Fine" - Wicked. Kol also learned that he lived with two dumber than dumb humans, Peter and a female whose name he could never remember, was it Charlotte, or maybe Alice, or Anna. He did not know, he did not care. When that Doppelganger bitch was dead he would rip them apart so tired that he was to have to hear about their mundane routine every sodding day. Their work, their friends, what to cook for dinner, what to watch on TV. More than a month of that and he would go nuts – not that he was not already, nuts.

It was nighttime and the boy – Jeremy – was in his room sleeping like a baby. Kol sat outside on a fallen bark, awfully bored. He was starving and had not been able to kill for more than a day. Truth be told, he was itching to massacre something, to have his ways with a human and feel the sweet and warm liquid quench his burning throat. His idiotic brothers had tried to accustom him to frozen blood in bags, no thank you ! He was a vampire, not a lamb with pared fangs. Making sure the boy – Jeremy – was still asleep he left the house in search of a nice human to nibble on.

His stroll led him to a shabby bar in the nasty neighborhoods of the city. The place positively stank of smoke and sweat but he payed no heed to it, he just wanted a quick snack. Loud dance music exploded in the speakers and conveyed a very unpleasant ambiance to the packed room. He ordered a scotch at the counter. Most customers were already drunk or high. The snack would not be of very good quality. A glance at his watch told him it was two thirty in the morning. He still had time to get full of booze and blood. A young woman sat on the stool beside him. With his perfectly ironed white shirt and black jacket he knew he gave quite the show. Not to mention his obvious good looks. Kol smirked, even after a whole century of darkness and confinement he still had the same lecherous power over his preys. He would lie if he denied being proud of himself. He actually was quite full of himself.

The woman seemed to share his opinion as he slammed her on the wall in the backyard and roughly ripped her jugular open. He almost had to repress a moan when he felt her warm blood rush into his eager mouth. Usually, his natural inclination would have him prefer a male, but tonight he was too thirsty to be picky. He let go of the lifeless body, drops of blood trickling down his chin. He sighed, feeling almost content. He just needed to get laid and when sex was concerned he always was picky.

Six bodies and fifteen shots of scotch later he made his way back to the boy's – Jeremy's – current place. Dawn was nearing and the sounds coming from inside the house told him its inhabitants were already awaken. Within his two weeks of observation, he noticed that the boy – Jeremy – always woke at six, except for the week ends when he lingered in bed until noon. He would then take a shower for ten to fifteen minutes, get dressed into his usual distasteful clothes, go down the stairs into the kitchen, greet his two dumber than dumb humans, and have cereal with milk as a breakfast – what a crude meal, Kol thought, chemical frozen oat flakes roughly painted in brown which melted into chemical frozen milk to create a most unappealing yellow purée. It was almost as crude as drinking those disgusting blood bags. The boy always put the box on the table just in front of him so he could read it while sustaining. Kol truly wondered what could be so damn interesting in deciphering the very same box every single morning. Twenty first century humans were the strangest, he decided. Or maybe was that particular human mentally deficient. He did not know, did not understand, did not care – he was just intrigued, after all his mission was so boring he had to find entertainment wherever he could.

School started at eight o' clock. The boy – Jeremy – either walked (when he felt like walking for half an hour) or took his car to arrive on the lot at seven forty five-ish. He always parked at the same spot, between a blue trunk and regular red vehicle.

Thanks to the very cooperative Lady of the counselor office, he had managed to get a copy of the boy' schedule and thus knew with perfect accuracy what class he had and when. To spend six hours waiting for him was probably the worst part of the day.

His pocket phone vibrated : "Nothing new, keep on the watching. Nik"

He sighed. That Doppelganger really loved being wanted. And considering the amount of dedication those two Salvatore fools put into protecting her, he would have to wait for a very long time.

He tried to pass the time looking at the humans around and imagining creative ways to torture every single one of them. And Kol could be quite creative. He spotted a teenager boy, maybe fifteen or a bit older, sat on the grass laughing with a group of three humans. He had short brown hair and a very attractive face. He looked quite delicious.

Kol cast a quick glance at the school, the target was safe and sound inside the building, listening to his math teacher. The vampire could take a small break. Besides he absolutely needed to have some fun if he did not want to go south and risk endangering the course of his mission.

He walked toward the group, a big smile widening his mouth.

"Hello there !"

The three eyed him suspiciously. Wasting no time, he compelled the first two into remaining silent and unmoving. As for his prey, he smirked and looked straight into his frown gaze.

"What are you doing ?" the guy asked, visibly taken aback by his odd behavior.

"You and I are gonna have a good time together. You are going to follow me without any struggle and do exactly as I say."

He then turned his attention onto the others : "You will not remember me nor the fact your friend here disappeared. You haven't seen him today. You were just hanging out only the two of you."

All nodded and Kol smiled, satisfied.

Kol and the boy checked in a very common hotel room ; the room mainly consisted of a double bed with an end-table on each side, a dresser, a TV set and a chair. It was common but good enough for what use Kol wanted to make of that room. The boy probably had never been with another male before but Kol could not care less. He had missed it so bad, that sensation of skin against skin. It was the greatest of addictions. He ripped the boy of his clothes and began to leave open mouth kisses on every parcel of bare skin he could reach. Being under compulsion, the boy responded positively to his caresses and arched for more. Kol smirked against his bare shoulder. That was one of the reasons why he always compelled his lovers when he had to, mainly because a forced intercourse was far less pleasant. The prey would struggle and scream and beg and Kol absolutely loathed fearful screams during sex. Begging annoyed him as well. A willing and pliant body felt so much better. And the boy was more than willing. This was going to be amazing.

Being naturally attracted to men had always been a kind of a problem in the past as homosexuality was highly frowned upon. Nowadays, Kol learned it was almost a trend which made things drastically easier as well as reduced the use of compulsion a lot more.

He ravaged the boy's body for approximately thirty more minutes, not caring in the least that his violent thrusts hurt the fragile human body. When he felt on the edge of completion, he harshly punctured the throbbing artery in his neck and moaned in pure pleasure as the blood flooded into his throat. He came inside the boy while draining him dry. He let his head fall onto the boy' shoulder, feeling full and content.

He was back at his usual spot on the parking lot just when the bell rang the end of the day. His target was among the first to be out. Music in ears, hands in pocket and hooded head, he shuffled to his car. As he was about to put the key into the lock, a boy called after him.

"Hey, Gilbert !"

The boy had dirty blond hair and was dressed as if he planned to win Mister Stud conquest. Kol rolled his eyes. Humans could be so pathetic.

Jeremy raised his eyebrows. Mister Stud handed him a paper which Kol, from his position, was unable to read.

"I'm throwing a party at my place tonight. Come, everybody will be there. You shouldn't remain on your own, buddy ! Join us, it'll be fun !"

Kol scowled. Couldn't this guy mind his own fucking business ?! If the boy – Jeremy – wanted to remain alone, be that way ! Besides, it made the watching easier for Kol who did not have to constantly go from one place to another.

The target mumbled a few inaudible words Kol was unable to understand – was that boy a retard ? From his lack of friends he ought to be. However, the movement of his head indicated him that he had probably given a positive answer. Won-der-ful ! Kol did not quite know if the prospect of attending a human party in the shadows pleased him or annoyed him. There would be alcohol – therefore easy preys – and probably loads of sexually frustrated teenagers – therefore easy horny preys. After careful consideration, Kol – who was so bored – decided this party looked more and more like a most promising event.

H.S.Q.M.Y.P

The place was packed with hormonal teenagers looking for a way to make their miserable existence a bit more worthwhile. Utterly pathetic. As per usual, music was too loud to be appreciated – if rap music could ever be appreciated that is – and beer flowed freely. Girls were dressed like prostitutes and boys eyed them with the look of a child who wanted a candy without knowing how to reach the shelf. It was pathetic. Kol sighed, desperate. He had arrived at the same time as Jeremy who was having a beer while listening to the banter of a girl. He looked as much as bored as Kol. Poor boy.

After an hour of idle observation, Kol decided to make the most of the night. There were at least a hundred kids, he would easily merge into the masses – even if he was the most handsome male at the party, and by far. Girls smiled lecherously at him, boys were a tad more timid. However, he did spot one, keeping himself apart in the backyard, probably enjoying the night sky. Kol could not believe his luck.

"Nice night, isn't it ?" Kol started, a plastic glass of cheap beer in the hand.

The boy turned to look at him : "Aye, it is."

There was a short moment of silence before the boy spoke again : "British ?"

Kol raised an eyebrow : "British alright ! You don't sound American yourself !"

"No I'm Canadian."

There was silence again. The boy cast him quick glances and from the glow in his eyes, he looked to find Kol quite to his liking. The vampire smirked. No, he could really not believe his luck. Compulsion would even not be needed.

"I'm Jared" said the Canadian boy, extending his hand

"Kol, with a K" replied the vampire, taking the offered hand and shaking it gently. The boy was good enough to eat, Kol did not want to damage him yet.

Half an hour later, Kol and Jared were locked inside the bathroom and making out against the door. Too thirsty to wait, Kol bit into his neck while his hand skimmed the fabric of his boxers.

As he was drinking his content of warm crimson liquid, a detail crashed back into his mind : the mission. Jeremy knew about vampires and was constantly drinking vervain in his morning coffee – an old anti-vampire self-preservation reflex he assumed – which meant that he could never be compelled. Not without a fight anyway and Kol's orders were strict : he was not to touch nor hurt the boy in any way as long as the Doppelganger needed not a warning. That definitely sucked. If Kol left a body here, the boy – Jeremy – could come to know of it – direct witness, gossips. Yet, if the boy was to know, suspicion could arise. If he became suspicious, he could call his stupid sister who then would call those Salvatore suitors who then would call his brother who then would call him. And if Niklaus called Kol it would mean Kol had failed his mission and he would be in trouble. And as strong as he was, he did not have the ability to compel a hundred persons. Therefore, draining that human was out of the question. With an angry growl, Kol released the weakened boy. He angrily bit into his wrist and shoved it against the boy's mouth in order to erase all traces of biting. What a waste ! To drink blood only to give it back afterward ! He should have known better. He was supposed to observe not participate.

Unnerved, Kol watched the wound heal until the skin was back to its original clean state.

"You will not remember me, nor what happened in this room. You will go straight back home. And don't remove your jacket. Understood ?"

The boy nodded absently. Kol roughly washed the blood off his face and opened the door. He was absolutely mad. He needed to kill someone as soon as possible. That stupid mission could go to Hell, he was not famous for his self control and this was getting on his nerves. All that Masquerade for the sole sake of a stupid human girl. He really did not understand why Nik would not take away the girl already. If he was as powerful as he claimed to be, if he needed his precious hybrids as he claimed to do, a bunch of love-sick knights posed no threat to him. And yet, there he was, negotiating with two new born and a human and drawing ponies to a brainless blond bitch. His brother was a fool. A hopeless romantic, schizophrenic fool.

Kol shook his head. He had to go out of here. Then he would call Nick to tell him to piss off just like he should have in the first place. His brother would probably yell and threaten him with his beloved daggers - Nik definitely had a thing for his daggers - but Kol did not care. He had not been freed from a box to play doggie with the very one brother who had put him in the very said box.

Phone ready in hand, he walked out of the house, determined ; so determined indeed that he was not looking in front of him. His shoulder collided with another shoulder. He was about to tear its owner off when he heard his voice.

"Hey watch out !"

He looked up.

The target.

The target was just before him, looking at him, speaking to him with that pretty face of his. Kol's orders were strict : he had to remain at a distance, never making his presence known. Nik had been very strict concerning his discretion. Those were the rules and rules were sacred.

So sacred indeed that Kol felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He was mad but not to the point of creating a tantrum that would send him straight into a casket for the next up coming century. However, he had just found the perfect opportunity to screw with Nik's plan just a tiny little bit. Just to annoy his brother without endangering the mission - not that much anyway.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" he said, thrilled to be breaking Niklaus' precious rules.

"It's alright. Happens to me all the time. Were you leaving ?"

"Uhm, yeah, I guess so. I'm all partied out ! Plus there was too much people for my liking." The boy was a loner, better give the rights arguments.

"Tell me about it !" Bingo.

They remained silent a short while until the target extended his hand, much to Kol's inner surprise.

"I'm Jeremy Gilbert."

Kol smiled and shook the hand before him.

"I'm Kol, with a K."

Screw you Nik.


Ahem, to be continued !