Le notes: Story starts somewhere in the beginning of season 4. You'll get the gist of it as you read along. Lyrics are not mine; they're from the song 'Two is better than one' by Boys like Girls.
Summary: The story of a girl who stargazed, a boy who spiked the punch, accidental meetings, and never-forgotten conversations, in a world spinning way too quickly. —-KolOc
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possibly, maybe
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i:
you came in to my life and i thought hey,
you know, this could be something
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The location was mostly overplayed, clichéd, quite possibly claustrophobic, and certainly unsanitary. Nonetheless, it was the perfect place to either endlessly let-loose and set aside all the 'seriousness' that is Mystic Falls, or meet an enticing stranger for a possible night of passion and romance.
Unfortunately, Sundara was in for neither.
She doesn't know what exactly possessed her to attend such a silly high-school ritual. But, she was feeling exhausted from all the supernatural shenanigans that went around Mystic Falls. Niklaus was surprisingly generous enough to gift his precious hybrids one night off duty. Most of them chose to be amongst each other, drinking until morning and complaining about their silly sire bond. She, of course, being the youngest hybrid and always the odd one out, decided to attend a different type of snore-fest.
Beacon High was the Mystic gang's rival school. Though she had been sired and thus, a bit of a brainwashed buffoon when it came to Niklaus, she knew better than to walk in to a Mystic High party; inhibited by the doppelganger and her friends. Besides, the last thing she'd want to see right now was more reminders of that idiotic town that now took over most of her time. So instead, the young hybrid drove herself to the Beacon High party.
She was looking for an escape, away from all the familiar faces. But instead, she figured out that escaping Mystic Falls wasn't exactly the simplest of tasks.
The party had been a bit of a bore; she was direly contemplating on compelling everyone and having their rich human blood in her mouth. Although, Niklaus had ordered them all to keep these types of impulses on the down-low (courtesy of the blond vampire he had become so enamored with). And the sire-bond was forcing her to follow such commands. Nonetheless, the party still consisted of the usual teens dancing and conversing amongst themselves, the hostess trying to keep the Coca-cola from getting on her million dollar rug, and a boy with brown hair who decided to spike the punch.
She was about to drive herself back to the Mikaelson mansion. And then, said boy with brown hair decided to smile her way. She arches an eyebrow at him, deciding to walk towards him. He finishes emptying the alcohol in to the punch bowl and she sighs.
"You're not going to tattle, are you?" He asks, winking at her with his killer smirk and accent (which she's sure has left many women swooning over him). Of course, he is kidding. She's positive that a thousand year old vampire is not afraid of a baby hybrid like herself.
She rolls her eyes; escaping Mystic Falls really was impossible. "No Kol," she admits, taking her swing at the now alcoholic punch. Obviously, she had been familiar with her sire's little brother for a while now. Not that they conversed much, besides the usual stares, up and down. And the checking out, and the very casual (daily dose of) eye-sex of course. "Lucky for you, I actually enjoy a little whiskey."
He blinks, smile never wavering and runs a hand through his hair. "Well, that's good to know, Sundara." he replies, taking some punch for himself.
Sundara hadn't denied being drawn to the youngest Mikaelson boy. Though, she knew better than to get mixed up with one of Klaus's brother's. Even so, the silence between them eventually got to her (and the way he kept staring at her also irritated her beyond belief). So she spoke again. "What are you doing here?"
Kol doesn't exactly answer her question. Instead, he widens his smirk, leaning in a little closer towards her. "Can't you see darling?" He asks, waving his glass around. "I'm having a drink."
His joke fails to amuse her. She takes a step to the left, further from the boy. Apparently, Kol Mikaelson had never heard of a little something called 'personal space'. "Did Klaus ask you to follow me here or something?" She wondered if her sire was suddenly worried about her current whereabouts.
Kol throws his head back in laughter. "Do you actually think that I'd follow any of Nik's orders?" She shrugged at his question. Since she was sired to Klaus, she supposes that she didn't know any better. Still, Kol laughs. "Sweetheart," he whispers, twisting his fingers around one of her loose curls. "I play by my own rules."
His rebellious behavior had certainly never failed to impress her. Regardless, she tried her best to still act elusive. "Then explain to me what exactly a thousand year old vampire is doing at a high school party?"
He could ask her the very same thing, minus the part about being a thousand years old. These parties seem highly unlike anything she'd ever be interested in. But, he decides he's not so curious about her reasons. Instead, he points to the frilly little cheerleaders, running around the party in their short skirts. "I like the view." He tells her, bluntly. "Much better than the boring old prudes Mystic Falls has to offer."
She rolls her eyes again, a bit insulted by the fact that he had just unintentionally made her out to be unattractive. "I suppose the men there aren't too bad. Then again, you are also residing in that cursed town. So I suppose I could understand where you're coming from."
He widens his eyes, taking the time to process the snarky comment. And then, he sends her a glare and she smiles his way. "You are a bit slow of mind, aren't you Kol?" She continues, enjoying her own little power trip.
"Are you asking for a death sentence Sundara?" He threatens, looming over her with his supernatural speed.
She can't say she's not afraid, her heartbeat gives her away. And yet, she's sure that Kol's scared of her sire, and she's also certain that Klaus would furious if anyone but himself decided to kill one of his hybrids. "Temper temper." She sings, confident in Klaus's protection. "I assure you that throwing a tantrum is not going to help you get laid tonight."
Her comments always managed to catch him off-guard. So he raised a brow at her coy smile and wild eyes. Perhaps it was the whiskey, or the fact that Sundara was feeling like this was her only night of freedom from her sire. Either way, she was challenging Kol from all sides. And he wasn't one to back out from a challenge. "I don't need help; I could have any woman here with just one look." He tells her, confident in his words.
She scoffs a laugh, surely thinking any woman except for me. But she forgets about who exactly he is. He's close to her again, and she can see his eyes start to glow. "I could even have you," he says, wiping the smirk off her lips. "Or have you forgotten about how easily I could compel you in to being my little bitch?"
She has a sharp tongue; it's something Kol found himself enjoying. Nonetheless, he refused to think that she was superior to him. She was afraid beyond her wits, and yet, she was still foolish enough to speak up again. "You could," she states, placing a hand of his chest. "But, what an empty victory that would be."
Her words made his blood boil. This silly little hybrid could push his buttons to the point where he almost lost his temper.
"Now," she breaks the short little staring contest they were holding. For a moment there, she almost got lost in his eyes. "If you'll excuse me," she tells him. "I have a party to get back to."
Kol watches her get back to the dance floor without uttering another word. He decided that for the rest of the night, he would try his best to ignore her. After all, she was just another one of Nik's annoying hybrids. Why should Kol even pay her any mind at all?
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Later, much later in fact, Kol was on his way back to his mansion. It's basically morning (yet the sun had yet to arise) and he supposes it was quite a successful night. He was leaving with blood in his mouth and an attractive girl; half dressed, proceeding to get herself out of his car. Sex and a tasty snack; he'd think it was a win-win. And yet, someone always has to ruin the moment.
"Move it wench," she comes in, drunk out of her mind, pushing Kol's current human blood bag out of her way.
Kol stares at her, stunned and bewildered. "What in the world?" He releases as she barges in to his car, clearly still drunk, and lies down on top of the row of backseats.
"Take me home," she orders him. Kol rolls his eyes, irritated beyond belief and about to throw the girl out his window. "Are you deaf Kol?" She released, pushing his buttons a little more. "I said to take me home."
"Actually," he says, walking out of his car and opening her door. "I'm thinking about leaving you here to rot. Or snapping your neck. You're getting on my last nerve Sundara. And 'patience' really isn't one of my best qualities to begin with."
She offers him a drunken smile. To his surprise, she looks quite beautiful under-the-influence. "Snapping my neck? Klaus wouldn't like that one bit."
He leans down to be at eye-level with her. "I told you that I don't care what my brother wants. He doesn't control me. I can't say the same about you though." Through her drunken haze, she swears she hears the least bit of concern in his voice. And perhaps, it might just be her imagination, but she asks him regardless of it all.
"Do you pity me Kol?" He's surprised again. She sees right through him. But her sad eyes and mouth give her away, being sired to Klaus really was a death sentence.
Though, he can't say he knows her well enough to decide that she didn't deserve such a treatment. But, Kol speaks from personal experience. He knows exactly how torturous Niklaus can be. And he can only find common ground with his hybrids. He has been there himself, at some point.
"I don't pity anyone." He simply responds, quickly getting back inside his car and starting the engine.
She laughs, "lies."
Immediately, Kol stops his car. "Pity is for the weak Sundara, and I am not weak."
Another irritating laughter ensues. He really hated hearing her laugh. It sort of reminded him of hyena; not charming at all and hardly lady like. "God," she breathes, rolling her eyes, remembering something Klaus had once said to her. "What is with you Original brothers? All of you wearing this tough-guy façade; love is a vampire's greatest weakness and all that crap. Makes me want to gag myself."
Kol decides to give her a glare, she was intensely lucky that she was one of Nik's hybrids. Otherwise, Kol would have snapped her neck by now. Not that it would ever permanently kill her, being supernatural did have its perks. "You, gagging yourself?" He repeats, suddenly smiling her way. "I think I would love that."
Her laughter then fades as his ensues. She rolls her eyes, "asshole."
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Sired hybrid or not, mornings at the Mikaelson's were always the worst. Already, Klaus offered his hybrids a very minimal amount of freedom. Now, Sundara's night away from him might have seemed very unlike the original but, he did order them all to come back the next morning and gave them strict rules about whom to meet (or not to meet), whom to talk to (or not talk to), and the places that they could (or could not) go. All in all, all of them had been forced to follow orders and their night of freedom hardly felt like a night of freedom at all. Nonetheless, morning rolled around to make things even worse.
Having barely gotten any sleep thanks to that insufferable party, Sundara found herself with heavy eyelids. There was blood all over the precious Mikaelson floor for some odd reason. It's just another morning of following Klaus's orders around. She figured that he was quite lazy, since he made them carry his paintings to galleries and clean up after him. It wasn't that strange though, coming from a man who thought that he was a king. She found herself with a horrible hangover, scrubbing off whatever shoe marks Klaus or anyone else had left on the marbled white floor. Oh and the blood of course, was a definite tough stain.
"So Sundara," she looks up to see Tyler Lockwood. He stared at her, eyes dark and sinister, like he had something on his mind. "How was your one night of freedom?" He asks, and she wonders if he's genuinely curious. She and Tyler weren't exactly close. Then again, she wasn't very close to any of the hybrids. And it wasn't just because she was new; she didn't exactly possess the best social skills. She was rude, selfish at times, moody certainly, and definitely not charming. She kind of classified herself as a lone-wolf for the most of it.
"I had the time of my life Tyler," he can hear the sarcasm in her voice. Yet, he still eggs her on.
"Oh really?" He says, raising a dark brow. "Well, I guess that's good."
"Hmm,"
"Where did you go?"
"A party."
"Where?"
"Outside of town."
"That sounds like fun." He's acting a bit strange. Sundara isn't very patient so she decides to get straight to the point.
"What do you want?" She asks, sounding rude and very irritated by the male hybrid. "I have a lot of cleaning to do and I don't exactly enjoy wasting my valuable time with you."
Tyler sighed; this girl really had poor social skills. And the fact that she hasn't smiled at him at all really was a turn off. "The rest of the hybrids and I are having a talk. We'd really appreciate it if you'd join us. As new as you are, we're still kind of like a family, you know?"
Family. The word hits a core that she wishes wouldn't hurt so badly. She furrows her brows at Tyler. "I don't have a family." She bluntly says, noticing the way he was backing off as her eyes slowly started to glow yellow. "And I don't desire one either. So if you could be so kind as to leave me alone, I would be very grateful."
Regardless of his need for her to join the pack, Tyler does back away. Sundara sighs in relief and gets back to cleaning. The last thing she needed to do was talk some more. She had already said too much to Kol about 'pity' and what not. She really doesn't want to get too close to anyone right now. It's nothing but an annoyance really.
"Not making any friends, are we Sundara?" And just as she was about to have some peace and quiet, another annoyance walked it.
"No Klaus," she tells him, avoiding his eyes and keeping her attention on her cleaning.
He stares at her until she feels too awkward. Though Klaus almost always got whatever he wanted, Sundara wasn't going to give up without a fight. So she kept the conversation to a minimum; fearing what other one of Klaus's orders she'd blindly have to follow next. "Don't be so glum my dear," he says, grasping her chin with his fingers so she could raise her head to him. He looks her dead in the eyes; it makes her hate the color blue with a strong passion that she had never felt before. "After all, I gave you a roof over your head, the least you can do is show me some appreciation."
Klaus was a cruel man indeed. He never did forget to remind her of the state of poverty she was in before he decided to make her a hybrid. She offers him her best fake smile just to get rid of him. "Thank you Klaus, for making me spend the rest of my life under the direct orders of a man who can't even bothered to clean his own floor."
Her sarcasm was her down fall. And she of all people should have known better than to anger Niklaus. But, Sundara was a brave little thing; it's one of the reasons why Klaus even made her in to a hybrid. Though he doesn't hesitate to wrap his finger around her neck, preventing her from breathing properly. "Sweetheart," he begins, sounding a bit too much like Kol. "You really should think before you speak." He advises her, watching her squirm. His eyes glow yellow as she struggles to breathe. She's close to passing out at this point. He then slowly releases her, getting his kick out of scaring her.
She widens her eyes, catches her own breath. She then looks to the floor.
Klaus smiles at her. "You missed a spot." He tells her, pointing towards a shoe-scuff on the floor. Soon after, Klaus walks away. As irritated as she is, she keeps cleaning.
She changes her mind about the first statement. Mornings at the Mikaelson's were definitely the worse for sired hybrids, more than most anyone else.
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Tbc
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Le more notes: Just to clear something up, Sundara was created before Rebekah went crazy and destroyed what was left of Elena's human blood. And no, Tyler doesn't like her like that (neither does Klaus, this is NOT going to be some harem).
So I am avoiding a few things, like the hunt for the cure and most things Elena Gilbert. Though it will probably come in to play later in the story. For now, I'm still establishing the character so apologies for the AU-ness of this.
-Xoxo Carter