I lied there perfectly still trying so hard not to wake him from his slumber. While he slept he looked like the innocent boy he must have been before tragedy shaped his hard features. I loved this man even though life had turned him into a monster. I cannot seem to shake this man and the love I have for him. I tremble at the sight of him. When he looks into my eyes I melt. I cannot resist the thrill I get when I am with him. We are lying in the same bed, but it feels like I will never be close enough to him. Fast asleep beside me resides my lover, Kol Mikaelson.
That moment seemed like a millions of years ago. Kol Mikaelson was my lover for what felt like a brief moment in time. We shared so many wonderful nights together. He told me of his curse, and I accepted it without hesitation. I loved him despite his thirst for blood. When he offered me an eternity I was frightened but willing to do anything to be with him. I am sad to say that our eternity was cut short by his wretched brother Nicklaus.
The whole Mikaelson family was very charming and sly, but none of them was as clever and vindictive as Nicklaus. He stole my love from me. Kol was daggered and put in a box before I was able to consume a drop of my lover's blood. I wept for Kol and the life we almost had. Now I would grow old while he was trapped in a perpetual slumber. I do not know if Nicklaus had pity on me or if he wanted me to suffer more, but he grabbed me and fed his blood to me. I wanted to spit out this foul liquid that coursed through his veins, but before I had the chance my neck was snapped.
I was not granted the sweet release of death that mortality would have brought me. Instead I was doomed to be a creature of the night. I wish I could have resisted the hunger, but it was too much for me. I succumbed to the thirst. Now I would live an eternity just not the one I wanted. I begged Nicklaus for him back, but he would not budge. I knew I was no match for him, so I followed the Mikaelson's wherever they went waiting for the moment that my lover would return to me, but that moment never came.
I finally gave up on my pursuit of happiness. I loved him so much, but I could not take another day of being controlled by Nicklaus Mikaelson. So I left, and I was free from his clutches. He never came after me. This always perplexed me. Why go through so much trouble just to watch me leave. Maybe he just loved to torture people. His siblings received the worst of his torture. I just hope that Kol will look for me. I hope we have the eternity that we wanted. I never loved again. How could I? As long as Kol was alive I could never love anyone else.
A few days ago I received a letter in the mail. It came from New Orleans, but I didn't know anyone from there. I was currently residing in Paris. Kol had always promised to take me one, and this place brings back all the good memories of him. Anywhere else I feel lonely. Anyway, so I haven't known anyone from America in decades. I opened the letter and saw it was from Nicklaus. Whatever kept me from burning that letter on the spot I will never know, but I sat down and read it. I am glad now that I sat down because if I hadn't I think I would have passed out.
"Dear Olivia,
I regret to inform you that my brother, Kol, has been killed. Yes, apparently originals can die. I know that my letter is a little late, but Elijah informed me that you should know to receive closure on your very brief entanglement with my brother.
Sincerely,
Nicklaus Mikaelson"
I couldn't breathe. Kol was dead. This couldn't be possible. He told me that he could not be killed. How could they find his weakness? Then I realized that he must have gotten out of the box. For a brief moment I was happy, but then if he was out why didn't he search for. This thought enraged me. I thought what we had was true love. Was I just a foolish girl that he would discard when I began to bore him? But he loved and he couldn't do that to me. My thoughts began to haunt me, and I could not live with these questions for eternity. I had to know the answers even if that meant seeing someone I despised more than anyone. I would go to New Orleans for the truth.
When I arrived there I noticed that the place was dazzling. It seemed a shame that Nicklaus would get to enjoy such beauty with all the pain he has inflicted on others. It was not hard to find where the Mikaelson's lived. Of course, they would always make themselves known wherever they went. I went to the mansion and I thought about ringing the door bell, but I decided to just walk in. Why give him any common courtesy? When I walked in I saw him, Nicklaus, painting. He was truly magnificent with a brush in his hand. How could someone so evil make something so beautiful? He slowly turned around to my presence and flashed one of his charming smiles and said," Well I figured you would stop by. Would you like a drink Olivia?"
I added, "Knowing you Nicklaus it's laced with vervain."
He chuckled," Ofcoure not, and please call me Klaus all my friends do."
He passed me a glass.
"I didn't know you had any."
He smiled," I like that you have gained a sense of humor."
"Klaus, just tell me what happened to Kol."
"Kol…your lover…decided to get into a fight with a hunter and well the hunter won."
Klaus took a sip of his drink.
"So did Kol mention me or anything?"
"Nope, sorry love. To be perfectly honest he didn't know I turned you, so he must have assumed you were dead."
I wanted to cry, but I would not cry in front of this monster.
Luckily Elijah walked in and said," Olivia, it is so nice to see you."
I replied," Always a pleasure Elijah."
He continued," Well you musts stay a while and give us time to catch up. We have a guest room upstairs that you could use."
I wanted to say no, but Elijah reminded me so much of Kol that I couldn't.
After that I walked around New Orleans for a while. Everything was spectacular. I just wish that Kol could experience this with me. I don't know what to do anymore. My whole life has been waiting for him to be returned to me, and now he never will. One thought kept replaying in my head. If I would have stayed with the Mikaelsons then I would have had a few more brief moments with him, but now I have nothing. I stopped at a bar and had a drink. I lost count of how much I had consumed, but it was difficult for vampires to get drunk, so I was going to have to try hard.
When I finally returned to the house I was tipsy. I just felt empty now. I wanted not feel or maybe I wanted to feel anything but this crushing sadness. I saw Klaus still painting, and I walked up to him. He stopped and looked at me. I think he could tell that I was drunk. I looked into his eyes. He was strikingly handsome. I could have easily fallen for him if I hadn't of met Kol first. Now Kol was gone, and I was lonely. I knew I would regret this, but it was the only thing that I could think to do to make the pain go away if only for a brief moment. We stood so close that our breath intertwined. Our lips were almost touching. Then it was him that made the first move. His lips on mine felt so amazing and numbing. Then he picked me up and he vamp sped to his bedroom and set me on the bed. He slid of his shirt, and I traced my fingers over his shoulder where his tattoo rested. Then the sweet tingling sensation of his kisses returned. And that night I was distracted with the company of an original.