This story is co-written with EbonyTresses please read her story Her Condition.

Summary: Lady Elena Gilbert is unhappy with her life and upcoming marriage to Mason Lockwood. But, when vampire pirate Kol Mikaelson attacks her ship and steals her away- will it be the answer to a prayer, or just another nightmare? Rated M for later chapters

Chapter 2 Dinner

After his destined mate had fainted, Kol carried Elena bridal style, and with all the speed and agility of the creature that he was; leaping over the tall railing of the sinking Swan, back towards the safety of his own ship as if it were a mere step.

He absentmindedly ordered his crew to finish the job, uncaring of nothing other than the young woman he now held within his arms.

Kol reached his captain's quarters and kicked open the door, setting the dark beauty gently down upon his bedspread with care. He took a moment to evaluate her features in this rare unguarded moment, as the little git had seen fit enough to pass out on him.

She had lovely olive skin, he mused, and wonderfully magnificent long mahogany hair framing a perfect heart shaped face.

Her eyes were almost like almonds and darker than honey, from what he could recall, as they were now closed.

Yet, her narrow waist, flared hips, and modest chest would suffice well, even though she was probably a virgin (a term as foreign to him as mercy), he decided- for all carnal purposes involved, it would give great pleasure to break her in.

Kol smirked to himself wickedly, as an idea came to mind, that the unsuspecting girl would most certainly object to no doubt.

His long tapered fingers reached out towards the hem of Elena's night dress to inspect other things not readily available for appraisal, when a knock on his door interrupted such dastardly deeds, making him jump.

"Come in- come in." Kol muttered aloud with a sigh, not bothering to disguise his annoyance.

It was Bonnie Bennett, his older brother Klaus's wife, and secret hater of Kol- her mean looks and bad attitude could make the purest of angels weep in disgust.

The woman's main mission in life seemed to spoil his good fun, and he so wished at times, that he could just kill her.

But alas, it was not meant to be, as then his stronger, older, and usually bad tempered brother would most certainly seek out revenge- as for reasons unknown to Kol, he fancied the tiny bronzed skinned witch, as if the sun itself shined out from her crack.

He made a face back at her and rolled his eyes.

Completely unfazed, Bonnie stomped past the open doorway, holding a beautiful velvet wine colored dress in front of her as if it was a full chamber pot.

"This is the dress you ordered me to fetch," She said snottily, dropping the expensive finery to the floor, and giving it a stomp, "Really, you could think of nothing better to present the girl with, than a past whore's gown?"

She was pissed and it showed. Her foot was tapping away in place, giving him a bloody headache, and her finger was pointing at him in accusation.

So, Kol did what he always did to get her back- he fucked with her.

"Why, oh why, dear sister in law, would you bring me one of your own simple frocks- I thought I asked you to find my woman something tasteful and pretty?"

Bonnie's hazel green eyes narrowed into slits and she started that blasted chanting he'd grown to despise; another lovely aneurysm attacking away at his brain as he stood to face her squarely.

"Resorting to magic," Kol winced slightly, "How predictable of you."

She stopped and let loose a snarl. "Believe me; I don't need magic to make you miserable."

"I agree," he said heartily with a wink, "The fact you breathe at all is enough in my book."

Bonnie screamed; causing Klaus to come bounding in like he was saving the day. "What the hell is it with you two now?" He huffed out more than annoyed.

Kol shrugged and went to speak as Bonnie inhaled, prepared to give her husband an earful- but, due to their new guest's inopportune awakening, neither was able to gain the upper hand with the hybrid.

"What- what is going on," Elena said groggily sitting up, "Where am I?"

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She looked around her, blinking her long lashes furiously, feeling the wisps of a throbbing headache still aching along her temples; the last thing she remembered was fainting, and that her ship, The Swan, was being attacked, by- by- Captain Kol Mikaelson.

Elena saw the very man himself before her, but also noticed two others- one being very fair haired with a short scruff and a grim scowl, draping a casual arm around a very pretty caramel skinned woman, with angry emerald green eyes, and dark brown tinged curls. They were staring at her.

"Hello my lady, so nice of you to rejoin us- welcome to my ship The Devil's Horn." Kol said with a grand gesture and a sparkling white smile, giving her a bow.

Elena opened and closed her mouth a couple times in shock; not exactly sure how to respond, but somehow certain, that anything she did come up with, would most likely sound mindless and silly.

It was him- the vampire, and this wasn't some dream slash nightmare, it was real.

"I was wondering Lady Elena would you like to join me for me dinner?" Kol asked suddenly, his outburst earning some odd looks from his brother and sister in law.

The younger vampire shrugged at Klaus, and stuck his tongue out at Bonnie- his dark brown eyes twinkling.

Elena swallowed before taking a much-needed breath and said softly, "I'd love to, but what- what am I to wear?"

Kol smirked at how adorable she looked tugging on the hem of her nightgown and purred suggestively, "Darling, if it were up to me- you would wear nothing at all..." Bonnie huffed at that and interrupted.

"Don't listen to him, he's an ass- I have plenty of beautiful gowns, that don't belong to wayward strumpets, I might add." She said with venom, returning Kol's earlier tongue gouging, including a middle finger, and a raspberry. Klaus put his head in his hands and sighed at their childishness.

Elena nodded, finding the exchange they were having quite strange, and responded softly "Very well, I look forward to seeing them."

Elena nodded, finding the exchange they were having quite strange and said very softly "Very well, I look forward to seeing them."

"No problem," Bonnie addressed Elena, walking over to the foot of the bed, blocking Kol and giving him a hip shove, "Move it prick." She gifted Elena with a sympathetic smile- or was it pity, Lady Gilbert couldn't be sure.

Either way, Bonnie sat on the edge of the mattress and took the other young girl's hand into her own. "If mine are too small, don't worry, I'm sure my cousin Lucy will have something more than suitable."

"Thank you…"

"Oh, how rude of me," the dark woman gasped in horror, "My name is Bonnie Mikaelson, formerly Bennett, and this is my husband Klaus," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "This jackass's older brother."

"Nice- nice to, um, meet you." Elena stuttered overwhelmed.

Kol was not one to tolerate anyone hogging his spotlight meekly, and yanked Bonnie off the bed with all the graces of an insolent child. He shoved her towards his brother, ignoring the hisses and attempted scratches on his arm. "Get your bitch on a leash."

Klaus spoke firmly and with warning, holding Bonnie by the waist to prevent retaliation. "Tread carefully," he breathed out impatiently, "I have to deal with her for the rest of the evening in lieu of your trespasses- you do not."

Kol rolled his eyes heavenward. "Your own fault mate, not mine."

Bonnie started spitting at him and chanting again, causing Klaus to drag her out the room before she turned his brother into a toad or other such creature, muttering a droll "Nice to meet you Elena" before shutting the door on them.

Her captor smiled at her again as if the situation were anything less than dysfunctional.

"We will have supper at seven o'clock sharp," his eyes roamed all over her at the words, "I will send a servant with a bath for milady."

Before Elena could even utter a mere vowel of acknowledgement, Kol followed his brother's lead, and left her alone; the door slamming behind him.

She shook her head and pinched her arm, yelling "Ow" when it hurt, and lay back down again stunned.

"Well, if this isn't a fine kettle of fish to be in." Elena muttered to herself quietly, awestruck by just how much things in her life had changed and in so little time too.

She remembered a word- a vulgar term, her crew had been oft to use when frustrated. It was forbidden for a woman to repeat, but at the present time Lady Gilbert found she could care less.

So with great finesse and humble misgivings, she said it, laughing like a mad hatter afterwards, like the grooved wooden ceiling above her head had been able to hear her.

"What the fuck."