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Hello, my lovely readers. I was saving this story, my first full-length Kolvina fic, for an important occasion and after last night's episode, I could no longer resist posting. This fic will be updated monthly. On with the show…

Chapter 1: Too Young

You'll always remember the day that you looked at this person that made your heart begin to beat all that faster. For me she was just this girl. Not someone that I should have even taken more than a minute to observe. But the way that she flicked her hair over her shoulder and gave her best friend, Josh this look of defiance because he told her that she couldn't jump off the high dive, then marched up the stairs, grinned happily and dove in an arc downward. That was the first time I noticed her.

Now, please, don't think me odd when I admit that Davina Claire was thirteen that first time that she made my heart skip a beat and that I was seventeen. Trust me, I did not feel anything that felt remotely like lust. No, I felt pride. Yes, I know, that no doubt sounds odd, too. It was just that I remembered the first time that my sister's boyfriend, Marcel, who was acting as "Big Brother" in that bloody program for young people at risk, had taken the girl to the pool the year before. For some reason she would not even go into the pool. A year later she was like a bloody dolphin and it was fantastic. Truly, it was.

Four years later:

"Earth to Kol. Where are you?" Davina called as she waved her small hand directly in front of my face as I stared into space. "Come on, Kol," she called with a loud giggle as I pretended that I did not notice her attempts to gain my attention. She was lovely when she was frustrated, which she was becoming, while her cheeks flushed. "Kol!"

"Yes, darling," I drawled as my eyebrows rose playfully. We were sitting in the library of one of New Orleans' lovely public schools. To be specific, the school that the lovely Davina Claire was finishing her education in prior to college. I was there working as her tutor as I finished my own study of Physics at LSU. Oddly enough, I was attempting to help Davina with her understanding of Shakespeare which was more Nik's thing, the bloody actor in the family, than mine.

"Kol, are you going to help me prepare for my test or not?" Davina growled at me, baring her teeth like a tiny, angry dog-girl before she emitted a tiny snarl in warning. Then the smile erupted, causing my heart to skip once more.

Leaning on my elbow, I picked up the sheet and recited. "To be or not to be?' which play is that from, Davina?"

"That is not one of the prep questions," Davina gasped, reaching out for the sheet when I swept my arm backward in a wide arc behind my back and out of her reach as Davina lunged for it. Her face came within an inch of my own and I felt my eyes widen as Davina looked shocked while she froze in place with her eyes staring steadily into mine.

Leaning backward into my seat, I forced an easy smile. "Why don't we call this session a night and if you have any questions then you'll go ahead and call me. Yes?" I said quickly as I placed the form on the table between us. Getting to my feet, I tried to avoid looking at Davina as she got to her feet and stared at me with wide eyes.

"Sure," Davina replied while tucking her hair behind her ear in that flirty way that drove me wild and if only she were a year or two older I might be throwing her atop this table and making the librarians blush. However, Davina was seventeen and I was twenty-one. The only question was why I was stupid enough to be tutoring her? Because I could not stand to not be near her and this was the only way that I could be near her in which I trusted myself to behave like a gentleman and many who knew me would be shocked that I was capable of doing so.

"You'll let me know how you do, yes?" I inquired as we exited the building and entered the parking lot.

"Of course," Davina told me with a wide smile. She began to walk through the parking lot and headed toward the bus stop.

"Davina, is no one picking you up?" I called after her retreating back.

Davina stopped and then turned to look back at me. "No. Mom has to work this afternoon."

"Do you want to ride with me, love?" I asked her with a smirk. Damn. What was I thinking? With the offer and the flirting. Yes, I was flirting a bit. Shit. If I did anything stupid Marcel and Bekah would roast me over an open fire. Perhaps I could call Lijah or his bitchy girlfriend, Hayley. Or I could just call said girlfriend who once called me a "womanizing, man whore." Just because I came on to her once during a Christmas party because Elijah did not make it clear that she was not a just a friend. Not my fault. My family needed to place labels on what was theirs. Like in the fridge. Except I still ate their food anyway and flirted with their girlfriends. They weren't worthy if they flirted back, unless you counted Bekah's friends.

Walking toward my car, Davina was smiling widely. "Thank you. You're too good to me," she said with a wink as she reached for the handle of the passenger seat which was locked. "Are you going to unlock the door?" Davina asked me with a giggle. Yes, she was a giggly high school girl. This is what I needed to remind myself of every single day of the week.

"Actually, I remembered that I had a date tonight that I really needed to get ready for. But I'm going to call Elijah and see if he might be able to stop by and give you a lift." I informed Davina who was frowning at me which I ignored as I waited for Elijah to pick up.

"What is it, Kol? I'm very busy right now," Elijah snapped into the phone. He probably was busy working for the mayor's office and moving his career along toward becoming the next congressman since he could not run for the presidency, not being born in America and all that.

"I'm sure. But you're getting off work soon, right?" I questioned Elijah who scoffed and my shoulders drooped.

"No, I get off at eight. You know that. Or you would if you ever came in before midnight," Elijah said with his "I'm in the middle of twenty different things and this better be important tone." "What is it that you want, Kol?"

"A friend needs a ride. However, you clearly have better things to do," I snapped before hanging up on his highness, the King of Paperwork.

Punching Hayley's number, I waited with not much hope. When she did not answer, I rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone. Since I knew that Bekah and Marcel had gone off for the night to some "romantic night out" that there was no way that I would be able to pry the two away from each other and Finn was utterly useless. Probably lying on a couch moaning to one of his professors about how we had forever damaged him and that his life was completely ruined. Wish I could get through a PhD program doing that.

"Guess it's just you and me, kid," I proclaimed overly cheery. "We'll have to be quick about this since my date will be waiting and she's not the patient type."

"Sure," Davina replied as I popped the lock and let her into the car. As she sat down, she looked angry while yanking the seatbelt over her chest. "Btw, I'm not a kid," she snapped at me.

"FYI, until your birthday, legally you are," I snapped back as I backed out of the space and headed out of the lot.

"WTF and FU," Davina spat at me with an icy glare before she collapsed into giggles as I gave her a mock shocked look.

"Such a mouth on such a young lady. Can't believe the way that you speak to your elders," I replied in a shaky voice while I narrowed my eyes and pretended that I was a hundred and five. "You apologize right now, young lady, or so help me I will put you over my knee."

"Oh, Kol, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me," Davina moaned, rolling her head along the seat with a smile on her face.

"Methinks that you are lying. You do not look repentant," I murmured with a wide smile of my own as I took a short cut to the girl's house. I should not have even known where she lived let alone how to get there using a short cut. If I was honest then I would admit that I had sat in my car outside her house before staring up at her bedroom window watching her dance around her room, singing or writing in a journal or whatever it was she was doing sitting beside her window with that intense look on her face. No, I was not stalking her. I think. Does sitting, watching her when you're on your way somewhere else count? Okay. Perhaps that could be semi-stalking.

Leaning toward me, Davina whispered into my ear. "I am NOT repentant." Feeling her breath in my ear, my heart pounded away in my chest and I was quite pleased that she could not hear it.

"We're here. Time to go," I ordered Davina, not daring to look at her.

"But we're a block from my house," Davina replied with a laugh as she looked at me from beneath her eyelashes with one of those looks that someone her age should not be giving anyone. Just the thoughts of her looking at anyone, even a boy her own age, like that drove me into a frenzy.

"The walk will do you good. Bit of fresh air and all that. Doubt they give you proper exercise in that gym class of yours. Plus Bekah told me that she took you out for dinner with Marcel and that you devoured half a three layer chocolate cake. Don't you feel the usual social pressures to be able to fit into skinny jean or some such nonsense?" I teased with a cheeky grin.

Davina shook her head. "Are you trying to imply that you think I'm fat, Kol Mikaelson?" Davina shouted at me with an exasperated expression as her eyebrows shot upward.

"Perhaps," I replied as I leaned over her to open the passenger door. "Besides you're making me late for my date."

"Yes, sir. I have to walk off all those calories from my fat ass," Davina said, getting out of the car. She leaned over and smirked at me. "Don't forget to use a condom. I'd hate for you to produce more people with a complete lack of sensitivity and manners." Slamming the door shut, Davina strode toward her house and I leaned against the steering wheel watching her. God, she had no idea how wrapped around her little finger I was. After a good two minutes, I drove away after making sure that Davina entered her house.

Turning on the radio, I found a classical music station that Davina favored when she was in my car which has been all of three times. That's how little I trusted myself with the little vixen. She drove me insane. At the moment, although I never admit to myself let alone anyone else, I had her eighteenth birthday marked on my calendar with a happy face. That day I could officially ask her on a date without fear of the consequences. Of course if I had a brain in my head rather than up my arse as Bekah fondly reminded me every day then I would be dating someone my own age. Perhaps I should simply stop seeing Davina period. Cold turkey and all that.

Stopping in front of my house, I parked my car blocking Klaus in knowing that it would drive him insane if he wanted to go anywhere in a hurry. "Nik, you blasted bastard. What are you doing home?" I shouted as I flung the door open to find a startled looking blonde woman who grinned charmingly. She was wearing Nik's shirt and a skimpy pair of underwear.

"Kol, what are you doing home so early?" Klaus bellowed as he came dashing down the stairs as the blonde looked at him. "I see you've met Caroline."

"Ah, the infamous girl who couldn't stand you," I said with a grin. Crossing the room, I took the girl's left hand and kissed the back. "What possessed you to lose your mind and… whatever it is that you're doing with my louse of a brother here when there are so many more gorgeous, talented and charming men in the world such as me?"

Caroline started to laugh as she smiled brightly. "You said he wasn't funny, Klaus."

"He isn't," Klaus replied drily. "Kol, can't you find another sibling to terrorize. Or better yet you could go back to your computer and look at porn."

"Why? When I could watch your last film which was a horror movie, yes? There is guaranteed to be porn in any horror movie worth watching."

"I was in that," Caroline said proudly. "I'm the girl screaming 'Help me. Help me.' Just before your brother hacks me up with an ax. But it's okay. He was dreaming. And then we ride off into the sunset."

"I thought it was a bloody horror movie. What the hell ever happened to horror movies with scary endings?" I rolled my eyes with a look of disgust.

Klaus placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me toward the doorway. "Why don't you go out and see if you can star in your own real-life horror movie?"

"Are you saying you want someone to kill me horribly, Nik?" I asked as I headed toward the door, purposefully pausing to needle him.

"Yes," Klaus said bluntly.

"Klaus," Caroline protested.

"Nice to meet you, Caroline. And nice knickers," I called as I headed outside before Klaus could follow me in his boxers. Smiling contentedly, I got back into my car and tried to think of what to do next. I had nowhere to go and nothing to do. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my list of contacts. No one worth my time or effort. Sighing, I kept scrolling up and down until I stopped on Davina's number. 'I'm going straight to hell,' I thought.

Hitting the now familiar number. I waited for her to pick up and hoped that she would not. "Hey. I thought you had to get to a date."

"Well, yes, I did. The pity is that when I showed up she took one look at my handsome face and vomited on my shoes. Turns out she has the flu and we had to reschedule. Did you want to go over that sheet some more?" I inquired, feeling my stomach twist painfully.

"Sure," Davina replied. "The only thing is that it doesn't really help when I'm looking at the answers."

"Didn't your teacher send you a copy? You could e-mail me the sheet," I informed her slowly.

"Nope. HE didn't," Davina told me.

"Alright. Then I suppose we could meet up at a coffee shop since you're a bit young for the type of places I would go," I sighed dramatically.

"You're such an ageist, Kol," Davina called with a laugh.

"Yes that I am. Now, would you please call that friend, Josh, or whatever his name is to meet us? That way any parent who walks in won't be calling in and saying that it looks as if a college age guy is off with one her daughter's/son's class mates?" I asked, feeling strange.

"You're kidding, right?" Davina asked, her tone telling me she thought I was being ridiculous.

"Please, Davina. You have no idea what they would do to me in prison. I'm too pretty to be on the inside. They'd trade me faster than cigarettes," I whined and Davina giggled.

"Okay. Fine. I'll call Josh," she muttered. "See you in ten."

"Good. See you then," I replied before hanging up. Yes. I was surely going to hell and or playing with fire. But it was only eight months. I could survive until then. And when Davina was of age then all I had to deal with was that Marcel would beat me to a bloody pulp because all he had ever seen of me was the bloody git who broke girls' hearts on a weekly basis. Eight months to change five years' worth of damage. Difficult, but not impossible.

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Jessica