"Something in your eyes was so inviting

Something in you smile was so exciting

Something in my heart told me I must have you."

-Sinatra

Chapter 2: The Confrontation

I waited approximately five minutes from afar. As I stood there with the stranger in my view, I tried to build up enough nerve to go over towards him and sit down. After pacing nervously back and forth, I finally got the nerve to walk over towards the man who had somehow managed to suck me in.

He was leaning back against the bench on the same side he had been sitting on before. He had his left arm stretched out across the back of the bench, while his right simply had its elbow resting on the back. His right leg was crossed over his left as he lounged back and appeared to be at peace with his eyes shut.

When I stood before him, he immediately noticed my presence, despite the fact that his eyes were closed, and once he opened them said, "It took you long enough. I thought you were never going to move from that spot over there." He pointed over to where I had previously been standing and left me in complete and utter shock.

I sat down beside him and asked, "But, how did you know I was over there? You had your eyes closed and that spot is way out of your peripheral vision."

"Lets just say that I am more observant than I appear to be at first glance." He flashed me his adorable not so innocent half smile and slightly adjusted his position in order to correct his view of me.

"Are you going to tell me why I am here yet?" I asked him and that seemed to be amusing.

"Perhaps." He was silent for a moment. "But, perhaps not. I haven't really decided yet." He then stood up and faced me. "Come on, get up." He put out his hand as a gentleman would and expected me to take it, however, I declined by making no further gesture. "Oh come on, Darling, you are starting to suck the fun out of the evening while the night is still young."

"I am not going anywhere with you. You said all that I had to do was meet you here and so I did. Besides, I don't even know your name."

"That was only step one of my plan. Now, come along. I want to show you something." He held out his hand once more, but this time I took it and decided to keep an open mind. I took it out of curiosity and wonder. There was something about this man that I just couldn't explain. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination or not, but I seemed to be feeling some sort of magnetic pull towards the mysterious stranger.

We walked along for a while. We passed through the small square and headed towards the woods. From there we walked up a small, winding, dirt road that lead to higher ground. We had been walking in peaceful silence until we got halfway up the hill and said, "It's Kol by the way, Kol Mikaelson." He waited for some type of reply, but I never gave him one. "You're suppose to tell me yours now."

"Exactly," I replied. "I am suppose to, however, I am not required to do so."

As we approached the top of the hill where there was a clearing he asked, "Will you ever tell me your name?"

"Perhaps." I paused for a moment. "But, perhaps not." He seemed to be displease. "Maybe," I told him. "But, only when you have earned it." My answer seemed to bother him, but at the same time he seemed to accept my challenge.

He sat down in a small, grassy, area and expected me to do the same when he patted the grassy ground to his right. Reluctantly, I sat down and gave him a confused look. I asked him, "What are we doing here?"

"Well, I am trying to impress you. Look." He pointed out in front of himself to where we could see the big city and beyond. They most spectacular part was that the sun was at the spot of perfection and reflected off of the most unexpected areas below.

"How did you know?" I asked him in amazement.

"I guess I can just read people," he replied cockily as he shrugged. "Plus, the bench that you picked the other night gave it away, it gave you away." And he was right. The smallest actions could give anyone away in an instance, however, that was not the case with him. He held a mysterious element close to himself, one that could not easily be decrypted. Most men were easy to figure out, but this one posed a challenge. I wasn't sure what exactly he wanted or who he really was, but that didn't matter, for I was determined to find out who he truly was behind his mask. It was my newly found mission to break Kol Mikaelson.

After we watched the sunset, I decided to lie on my back in order to gaze at the stars. Kol mimicked my action, and rested the back of his head on his forearms as he stretched out.

"Kol?" I asked as I turned my head to look in his direction.

"Yes, Darling?" he replied in a gentle tone.

"Why are we here?" I asked him.

He turned his head to meet my gaze, but he allowed first for his gaze to linger on my lips. His gaze on my lips didn't last long and he assumed that I had not noticed. "I told you already, I'm trying to impress you."

"But, why me? I have never once seen you in town and then, suddenly you appear next to me on a bench. You act arrogant and cause me to scurry off, but then you save me from the wrath of my mother and bring me here to show me genuine beauty. Why?" I gave him a confused look.

"Maybe I just thought you were pretty," was his stereotypical male response. His reply didn't seem to line up with his actions, so I decided to test him. I immediately shot up and began to walk away. Without a moments hesitation, he had caught hold of my wrist causing me to turn and face him. When I turned towards him, he instantly loosened his grip on my wrist, moved his hold to my hand, and said, "Stay. Please?" His eyes were beginning to open and I began to see right through him, but only a little. "It's not like that. I don't want it to be like that. It's something that I can't explain," he told me honestly.

He was still gently holding my hand as he leading me back to where we were on the ground before. I went willingly and sat down once more beside him.

"Tell me about you," I said and he didn't protest for fear that I would attempt to leave again.

"Alright, if that is what you wish. I am not from around here, which you already know. I have been all over the world and back again. I have experienced much what this Earth has to offer and I have just recently come back from fighting in the war."

I stopped him for a short moment with my a question. "Did you meet a man by the name of Romen there?"

"No, I did not. Is he your-"

I cut him off with a "no" and that seemed to please him. "He was my best and only friend until he took off to go and fight." I looked to the ground in sorrow and began to search the grass for some type of answer, but I didn't find one.

"He's probably still out there," the stranger said in an effort to try and comfort me. Sadly, his efforts were no use. When I failed to respond, he tried to pick up the conversation from where he had left off and lighten the mood. "I don't normally, as most people put it, get along with others. But, when I saw you the other day it was different. I didn't want to hurt you. Instead, I wanted to get to know you. Is that so wrong of me to want what I want? Am I being selfish? If I am please inform me and I will leave you in peace." What he had said was different, but a good kind of different. What he had said was deep and held a distant meaning from what I had ever thought possible. It was the first time that I had ever seen a man posses true qualities and emotions.

"No, you are not. It's a strange feeling, but I understand. I have things that I want as well and I wonder if that makes me selfish. I question if being discontent with who and what we have makes us egotistic or is being selfish something that we acquire from lust and greed. If one wished to be content, does that make them egotistic and self-centered? I guess the answer is never clear," I told him.

"Please, tell me about you," he said.

"I would, but then you would feel pity towards me and I do not need another person on this Earth feeling sorry for me," I told him bluntly.

"What if I promise never to look down upon you?" he tried to compromise.

"Fine," I said softly. "But, don't you dare start laughing at me."

"I wouldn't dare dream of it, Darling," he said and I could just tell that he was being genuine.

Due to his honestly, I decided to tell him my story. It was the first time that I had truly opened up to anyone, even myself. "My mother never wanted me. My father was always the one who showed any form of affection towards me. But, he died fighting for what he believed in and when he died, he took my happiness with him. He left my mother with nothing but me and she was planning to try her efforts of getting rid of me, but then an idea struck her. She plans to marry me off to the man with the most to offer her, in my case that would be Denis of Starkfield." I let out a soft sigh and he gave me a good, long, hard look. I knew it was a look of pity, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Denis of Starkfield," he stated with a mysterious element stirring about his face.

"Yup."

"Isn't he that old, rich, snobby, middle aged man from the next town over?"

"The one and only," I replied with fake enthusiasm in my voice. "My mother and I have been cordially invited to a big, fancy dinner party birthday celebration at his estate at the end of the week. I am told that he will propose then, however, I pray that he does not. I will be forced to say yes in order to please my mother." I looked down to where his hand and lips had lingered once before and a chill ran down my spine.

"Do you love him?" Kol asked me.

"Of course not! I would rather spend my days alone and full of content or even discontent, then to spend them in the company of someone who can give me every material object but leave me without love. But, that would be egotistical of me to execute any plan remotely close to what I want."

"And what do you want?"

"To be happy and full of content. To not have to constantly worry how every little thing in my life is going to turn out. And most of all, I just want to leave this one pony town, but that is only the fantasy that I am forever caught in, the recurring dream that forever tortures me."

"Don't you ever do anything for yourself?" he asked me.

"No, I suppose I do not."

We sat there for a while in a kind of sadness, but it was a hopefully kind of sadness. And for some strange and unknown reason, that just seemed to be enough. Eventually, he spoke and he said, "I'll walk you home." He swiftly stood up and held out a hand to help me up.

Before I accepted his help, I asked, "So, what's the catch if I accept your help this time?" I was attempting to lighten the mood and it seemed to be working as he shot me a smirk.

"No charge, Darling," he said with his usual charm and I accepted his help to get up, although I did not believe him when he said that his help came without a price. He then took the liberty to lock his left arm around my right. I posed no protest and he leaned his head towards my ear as we walked along and whispered, "This time." His wit caused me to smile as we walked along, arm and arm. We walked as a couple should, but we were the farthest thing from a couple. He didn't even know my name.

We walked down the hill where I tripped a few times, but Kol caught me with ease. We passed through the woods and through the small square where the bench sat undisturbed with only the moonlight touching upon it. There wasn't a soul in sight.

As he was holding me tightly against himself with his left arm, I began to shiver ever so slightly. The temperature had been dropping and I only had my thin everyday dress on. I felt Kol let go of my arm as he caused me to stop. I was confused and a tad worried that I had done something wrong. He took off his jacket and quickly put it on me. He then looped his arm around mine once more and we began walking.

"You didn't have to do that," I told him.

"I know, but I told you that I am a gentlemen and therefore I am living up to my word, Darling. Besides, I don't usually get cold."

"Thank you," I told him and we continued walking. When we got to my front door, I turned to him and said, "I had a lovely time, Sir Mikaelson. Thank you." I shot him a sweet smile.

I was just about to leave him when he stopped me with his words. "I hope I can see you again." Our gazes met and he asked, "When can I see you again?" When? That was a good question.

"When do you want to see me?" I asked with curiosity.

"Soon," he replied rather quickly. "Tomorrow night. Let me take you out for a night on the town or even in the city," he said with enthusiasm. "I will meet you at the same time at the bench."

I giggled and replied by saying, "Okay."

He gently took my hand and kissed it ever so softly before he left. When he left, he left me with silence as I braved myself to face my mother.

Stealthily, I crept through my small house. The air was cold and eerie as it sent a chill through my body. I was almost to my bed when I hit my foot against an unknown piece of furniture, "Goddamn it," I muttered under my breath.

"Do not take the Lord our God's name in vein!" I heard my mother exclaim in her raspy voice from her small, drafty, secluded corner. Her face wasn't even highlighted from the embers of the small fire.

"I see you rearranged all of the furniture, Mother." I said in a meek voice.

"I see you snuck out again," she snapped. "Who were you with?" she asked in a demanding tone.

"No one," I stated softly.

"Do not lie to me, Child! I am your mother and I command respect!" I could only make out her silhouette in the darkness, but I could still see the steam rising above her. "You were with that young fellow from yesterday, were you not, Child?"

"Yes, mama." I looked down.

"You still have his jacket on, it gave you away. You are not seeing him ever again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mama."

"We can't have this boy ruining your future and leaving me-you with nothing." What a horrible and selfish women. "If this man has more to offer than Sir Denis, then that would be an entirely different story."

I wasn't quite sure where Kol stood on the social pyramid, but I figured he wasn't nearly as well off as the middle aged Denis. So I played it safe with my answer. "He is not."

"Now, go to bed, Child. You need to rest if we are to go to the party at the end of the week.

I just went. There was no use protesting. You could never win with her. She took Stubborn to a whole new level. She was on a playing field all her own and the sad thing was that you couldn't change her, you couldn't just fix her. One can't teach an old dog new tricks. The thing I hated the most about my mother was that the only reason she ever married my father was because he had impregnated her. She had always said that it was him, that it had been his fault, but she had forgotten that it takes two to tango.

I was unsure of where Kol and I stood. Did we even stand anywhere? I didn't know much, but I did know that I would see him again. My mother would not be able to stop me for the life of her. For all I knew, it would never work out between the two of us, between Kol and I, but I had to at least try. He was the first real thing in my life in a long time. He appeared to be worth the risk, the risk of failing, of getting hurt by him, or even getting her by myself. I just needed someone to take me far from this place that I called home. It didn't matter how and I didn't care why, I just wanted to leave and Kol seemed to fit the bill. But, I knew whatever I planned in my mind and what was to come were two completely different stories. Where was I really heading in my life was a mystery to me. I had lost all sense of direction and I didn't know which way was up and which way was down anymore. Maybe Kol would be my savior and carry me back to the surface or maybe I would spend my days getting creeped on by Denis of Starkfield. If I ended up with Densis, the hope was that he died soon, but if I ended up with Kol, the reality was that I would finally be out of Dodge and on to bigger and better light at the end of my tunnel was unclear and a tad hazy. Maybe we do make our own destiny, but maybe we do not. There was only one way to find out.

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