Le notes: Greetings all. Okay so I really do feel the need to warn you that this story is not going to be very long (about 5-6 chapters) mostly because the canon events make it hard for this to be a long-novel-sized fic (unless I get completely AU, which I don't want to do). But don't fret, there is a sequel which is already in the works.

The lyrics for this chapter are from the song 'Everything has changed' (Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran).

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possibly, maybe

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and all my walls stood tall painted blue
and i'll taken them down
and open up the door for you
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When Niklaus had first come to her, uncovering her under the four corners of a cardboard box, she was shivering.

Coward, he had called her (with a smile on his lips), as he took her life and captured it in between his blood–soaked claws.

At times, she falls asleep with her eyes burning and her ears ringing. Her arms waving in the air, reaching for something. Something she's not so sure of. She tries to pry her eyelids open, flinching, and shifting during the night. Outside, she is tossing and turning in her bed. But on the inside, she is screaming. There is fear and there is darkness. And then, there is blood. It feels like the walls are closing in on her as she hears the drumbeat of her heart, pounding and pounding and giving her away to the fear of loneliness. She is chicken-hearted and pathetic; not courageous enough to break the sire-bond. She is feeling like her gutlessness will never cease to be her downfall.

Niklaus is pulling her one way, and the hybrids the other. For so long, her strings are being tugged on by one too many puppet masters. And she wonders, when did she start to get the feeling that her life, had never been her own?

However, when she awakens, everything is just as it's supposed to be.

She is shivering as she crawls out of her bed, isolating herself in to one corner of her room. She is cold, she is scared, and as always,

—she is alone.

When he hears a howl in the night, he is lying awake with a faceless monster haunting his dreams. There are stories of ghosts and cults and the world in pieces, keeping him up throughout the night. He is hungry and he is tired. Yet, he is running. As it turns out, all Mikaelsons are known for being cowards. And he could no longer be the exception to that rule. Elijah has run, Niklaus and Rebekah have been running the longest, and Kol has yet to meet their legacy.

This is when he finds her.

"Darling, are you hiding?"

There is a boy, and his hands are terribly warm and terribly gentle. Or at least, they appear to be so. Yet, deception is her only choice, as she is hiding behind branches and twigs. The dirt underneath her skin is settling in to mud as the pitter-patter of rain begins. Oh, but she is so alone, and he is here, holding his hand out for her to take.

Her eyes meet his. She is frozen in place. It is only moments later that he realizes that her mouth is intoxicated with the scent of blood. Forcefully, he holds back his primal instincts. "Running away? Hardly seems like something you would do." He is smiling her way as she is trembling, still. "It would be a mistake on your part. Nik won't hesitate to kill you, you know?"

She wishes that the fear would be enough to talk some sense in to her. Oh, but she is just some girl, wondering why such a handsome and dark boy is even offering her the time of day.

"Come," he says, leaning down with much more grace than he could ever think to possess. She looks to his palm, like a deer with a broken leg. "I need to get you home, before Nik figures out that you have gone out without his permission."

"It's not my home," she softly says.

At the moment, his smile is like sunshine, and his eyes like two black holes. "Sundara," his voice like honey, sweet and rich in texture as her name rolls off his lips. "Do you wish to die then?"

She hasn't moved an inch and yet, her face speaks volumes. There is life left in her still; insane, brief, and spontaneous. But, it is still life.

Her hand starts to tingle when it first touches his palm.

The last thing she remembers is falling asleep in an unknown bed, in an unfamiliar room, with a strange warmth surrounding her limbs.

A scent of strong cologne and musk is in the air.

She is sniffling and wiping away her own tears, as he is pulling the covers over both their heads.

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/ / /

In the wee hours of the morning,

—he is still there, sleeping beside her. Dark hairs, falling over his closed eyelids; he is so close to her that she allows herself to inhale the powdery scent of his neck. And she hears his breaths, light and cool air coming from his slightly parted lips. His chest, rising and falling with the same breaths. The hairs on his skin are standing on end, and she starts to notice how he has forgotten to shave his face as his stubble feels quite prickly against her the pads of her fingers. Her eyes fall to his lips; a perfect pair and so lusciously pink. All this is long before she finds out that his hand is strong, around her waist.

She is curled up in to him, like a love song.

Then.

—there is a scream.

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/ / /

"Be quiet. Or do you actually want Nik to find out that you're here and then, proceed towards cutting you up in to tiny little pieces?"

Slowly, Kol takes his palm away so she can speak. Sundara looks to him; he is watching the ground beneath him as if he is an innocent child. It was so odd, the word 'innocent' and 'Kol' in the same sentence, it just didn't sit well with anyone. Yet, Sundara hadn't forgotten how the boy had practically saved her life.

"Klaus knows that I'm missing," she whispers, to break the awkward silence between them. "I'm supposed to be with the others, if he comes back and sees that I've been…" Her eyes widen before she utters the words sleeping with his brother. She doesn't think Klaus would care about that. However, the fact that she was away from the pack is certainly alarming for the original hybrid. After all, he needed to keep his little slaves where he could see them.

Regardless of their differences, Kol sees the worried look on her face. And he decides to comfort her because she's done the same for him. "Listen," he begins, placing both his hands on her very frail shoulders. He feels the goose-bumps starting to appear on her skin. He really did manage to make her nervous. In a sort of good way. "Nik won't do anything to hurt you if you're with me. We're brothers, after all." he stops before he utters something moronic like I'll protect you.

She kept looking at his shield-shaped palms, heavy on her shoulders. "Why do you care?" She pushes his hands off of her skin. "If I live or die? What difference does it make to you?"

He can't believe how daft she is. She ponders on the answer since, clearly, he's not going to say a word. And then, something incredibly idiotic dawns on her. Her worry changes in to a playful smile that Kol is all too familiar with. She points to him and he knows exactly what he's in for. "Oh my God," she begins, releasing a loud cackle. "You like me, don't you?"

Kol widens his eyes. This woman was quite possibly, the most exhausting creature to ever roam this planet. And her annoying laugh, that hyena-like cackle, Kol had enough of hearing her. "Me like you?" He repeats, and she nods, triumphantly. Well, at least she was back to her old self. Kol sighs. "Sweetheart, you must be losing your mind. I barely know you."

He fails to convince her. "Ah-ha!" She says, waving her index finger in a circle. "You never denied my statement."

He's in disbelief. "No, but I did just classify you as a mad woman."

She rolls her eyes, snapping her fingers. And she tries to find a good comeback. "Many have called me mad before, you are no exception to that. However, if you happen to be falling for my madness, than you have officially become quite extra-ordinary, Kol Mikaelson."

Kol furrows his brows, he is in complete denial. She was rude, cocky, had the worst laugh, and was infuriatingly beautiful. There was no way that he would ever like her. "Darling, were you, by any chance, dropped several times on your head as a child?"

She tilts her head to one side, actually trying to remember if such a thing had ever occurred. "Quite possibly, my parents never did get along too well." Funny, neither did his.

But, that was besides the point.

"Honestly Sundara," he approaches her, she looks up, still smiling his way. "I find you neither intellectually nor physically appealing," he lies to her regardless but, she does become offended. Yet, she lets him carry on. "The very idea of being with you makes me want to strangle myself with a cord. I'd rather be slapped in the face by a cactus then be anywhere near you."

At his final statement, Sundara had grown completely silent. It was…amazing. Although every single word he had just uttered had all been complete lies, it still felt good to have her speechless.

However, this never lasted very long.

"Insult me all you want, just get one thing straight." She stands strong, despite only being five-feet and two inches tall. "All your current hatred towards me, it's coming from one place deep inside, and that is your heart. You are enamored with thoughts about me, which can only mean one thing." Then, she took a step close to him, letting her index finger poke his chest. "That you." She starts, locking eyes with him. "Like." Her smiles suddenly reappears. "Me." She ends, widening her grin when suddenly; he is the one who is now speechless.

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/ / /

It's Monday morning and he makes a decision.

His sister is this girl who is like spitfire.

In many ways, she reminds him of Niklaus. She is angry, betrayed, and sometimes broken beyond repair. But in other ways, she is nothing like her older brother at all.

After all, humanity could never be something that Niklaus would desire with such passion.

Rebekah seemed less herself, Kol thinks. Humanity suddenly became so important to her. He honestly never thought that out of every one in Mystic Falls, his sister would be the one to desire the cure so desperately. Unconsciously, he lets his well-hidden insecurities get the best of him and he breaks the silence between himself and Rebekah.

"Sister," he begins, catching her attention with the sudden softness in his tone. "I hope that you are aware that becoming human again will keep you from spending eternity with your family."

The realization is not something Rebekah had hidden. Though, she had failed to think of Kol's reaction to her sudden change of species. He hadn't told her, thought it might have been obvious, that he didn't want to watch his dearest sister shrivel up like a prune and die from old age. "Kol, I know what this is about," she presumes, thinking that her brother is only concerned with Silas. "But I want to be human, and I'll do whatever it takes."

Kol's eyes give him away; he really can't bear to lose yet another member of his family. "Rebekah, Finn is gone, and so are mother and father." Regardless of their betrayals, they were family, and losing family would hurt even then. "Elijah is nowhere to be found…if you left too…" he can't do it, Kol can't be weak. He has never been, and he's not going to start being weak right now.

Rebekah sighs, looking to the concrete under her shoes. "I wish you would stop being so selfish." Her words cut deep in to him, he wishes that she wasn't so right about him. "I just want to be happy Kol, and I think that humanity will offer me that happiness."

Unintentionally, Rebekah walks a head of her brother and lets the distance between them grow larger and larger.

This is when Kol notes that, perhaps, Rebekah and Niklaus aren't so different after all. And Kol is all too different. His siblings walk their own paths, perhaps it's time for him to begin to do the very same.

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It's Monday morning, and she is gazing at the spot in the sky where she last saw the moon.

There is a boy on her mind, with skin like caramel and eyes like dark chocolate.

That boy is a wolf.

She can tell from his small smiles, and wolf-like demeanor. He's looking towards a girl with golden locks, an immeasurable amount of love and passion painted on his face. Something worth fighting for, he had told her. And she thinks, for Tyler Lockwood, Caroline Forbes is just that.

Sundara doesn't really know what she's doing. But Tyler left his number and she was stupid enough to run out of the house in the middle of the night and eat a deer. And she woke up next to a man who could possibly let the words slip. There is something wrong with her, this she knows.

And perhaps Tyler—

"What exactly are you trying to do?" She asks, instead.

She can't tell, if he is smiling, frowning, or not even flinching. This is when she realizes that she hates telephones. "I used to know a girl like you," he says, remembering another girl with brown locks, wild eyes, crooked smiles, and daft dreams. Yet, with a last name like Donovan, he shouldn't have expected anything less. "And I know that if I force girls like you to do anything, it will ultimately backfire on me."

He is so sure of himself, like a man who is first in line for an election. Or at least, he sounds like he is. What is on the inside, she doesn't know. "So, you think I'll just come to you, automatically."

She hears his light laugh on the other line. "Well, I trust you to find what you're looking for."

—Something worth fighting for

He had said. And she wonders just what that could be.

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/ / /

Monday passes and Monday arrives again.

Unexpectedly, his sister had left an open wound in his heart. And he's never been this sentimental before. But he can't help but remember a scared little girl, blonde, green eyes, trembling and holding on to his hand as they walked through the woods (for what seems like centuries ago). Yet, she is ready to leave him behind. Just like Elijah. Just like Klaus. Bekah would have been his last hope.

Kol decided to lay low on the human blood bags for the time being.

After all, Damon Salvatore had done much too well in that department. And Kol would be damned if anyone ever grouped him in the same category as the eldest Salvatore brother.

Though, there is one thing that he will admit, he is starting to grow accustomed to the sound of a hyena-like laughter.

"Are you trying to fatten yourself up for me?" Sundara enters the kitchen because, guess what, she lives here too. Kol doesn't even bother taking his head out of the fridge. Instead, he simply stays silent, waiting for her to take her leave. He should have known better, Sundara never takes 'no' for an answer. "C'mon Kol, you should know, I like my men a bit more on the slimmer side."

Finally, he takes a mouthful of vanilla pudding and decides to turn her way. "Leave." He orders, as she only giggles.

"Oh I would," she admits, "but Klaus and the others are questioning some hunter fellow and it has me quite bored. I only stepped in here to fetch myself a snack, finding you here was a complete and utter coincidence."

For now, he's too tired to think of any more mean things to say. Though, what he fails to realize is that talking to her was exactly what he needed. Her bravado and cocky grin are somewhat comforting. "And Nik doesn't care that you just left him and the rest of your wolf friends?"

She rolls her eyes. "They're not my friends." She specifies. "I don't have any friends. And I don't want any either." She repeats old words that once made no difference to anyone before.

Kol would have offered his condolences, if he hadn't found her so positively irritating. "How tragic," he sarcastically releases. "Now tell me," he begins again, closing the fridge and stepping towards her. "What is it that you want with me?"

A smirk reappears on her lips. "Whatever it is that you are offering me, Kol." She simply replies, amused.

For a long moment they are both silent. He needed entertainment, a distraction even. She was offering him both and unmistakably, so much more. Sundara sits at the table, letting her long legs dangle from the high-chair. She picks at her food and Kol leans against the wall and watches her. He doesn't say a word and unintentionally, his worries start to vanish. The sound of her beating heart is soothing and unapologetic. He tells her things he hasn't told anyone at all. Perhaps, she is not so wrong about his feelings for her after all.

"You shouldn't be so harsh on your sister." Sundara goes on to say. "I've seen the way you look at her with disappointment in your eyes." She admits. "And my hybrid hearing is an unfortunate distraction. I can hear every word you two seem to share." He quietly sips his can of soda and listens to her soft voice. "Most of the times, neither of you seem very considerate of each other."

He raises a brow, finally, able to talk to someone about his worries. "I can't help it if my family isn't the traditional, happy-go-lucky, Brady Bunch type!" She's about to laugh again, she wondered how he ever managed to figure out whom or what 'The Brady-Bunch' was. "So we're a bit dysfunctional, you can't honestly tell me that your siblings are perfect."

He doesn't expect to see the sudden broken look in her eyes. She stares at the floor, smile fading. "I wouldn't know. I am an only child."

At first, the word 'pity' hung between them, like a ghost.

And then, she is offering him fake-laughter. "You're quite lucky you know?" She says, "I've always wanted a baby sister." She tells him, quite honestly.

He rolls his eyes. "Trust me, they're not all that grand."

For a moment, he waits to hear her laugh. However, there is not a single noise. He stares at the empty and endless abyss, strongly present in her dark brown eyes.

"Trust you?" she repeats, "never." It's an oath that he's surprisingly happy to hear. And she hears him talk about his sister and she thinks, "I wonder what it's like…to have a family."

He is half smirking because he fails to comprehend her statement. "Don't tell me that you're an orphan or something."

Again, there is silence. His smirk fades, at this point; he is standing on pins and needles.

"Something like that." She responds, "but, how about we save that story for another time? I'm more interested in hearing about your family, really."

Despite his curiosity for her past life, Kol goes on and on.

Sundara listens, carefully. Tyler had told her to find something worth fighting for. And she thinks, she might have just found that something after all.

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Tbc

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Le more notes: Well, there you are, the little bit of Rebekol some of you were waiting for. So, as you can see, I have decided to do a little bit of role reversal here. For the sake of standing out in an entire ocean of KolOc stories, I have decided to have the girl pursuing the guy instead of the other way around. Hope it's not too strange.

—Xoxo Carter