Chapter 3.

I spent the whole day inside my apartment.

The bruise on my cheek was much better and no one could possibly see it anymore.

I jumped when I heard the doorbell ringing.

I went to the door and opened it to see Kol standing outside, with the usual smirk on his perfect face.

"Kol," I leaned against the doorway, "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled, "Happy to see you too, darling. May I come in?"

"You're kidding right?" I asked him now raising my eyebrows. "I don't want you in my house."

"And why is that?" he grinned.

"It wouldn't be that much of a problem if I could withdraw my invitation. But since I can't, you are able to walk in and out whenever you want. And I'm not too excited about that"

"I promise I won't bother you."

I thought for a second while I was looking at him.

"Please? You have my word." He said smiling.

God damn that smile.

I sighed. "Kol, would you like to come in?"

His eyes lit up and his smile got even bigger.

"I would love to!" he said while stepping in, "You have a nice house."

"Thank you." I replied as I closed the door.

"How about you show me around?", he said while stepping closer to me, "Where's your bedroom?"

"Kol!" I said while I slapped his arm.

He chuckled, "Just kidding, darling. You look really nice by the way."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks."

"I like your shorts. They are very… Revealing."

I sighed, "And just like that we went from compliments to perverted comments."

I started walking towards the kitchen and he followed me.

"Your bruise looks better." he noted.

"I told you I'd be fine." I shrugged, "Want something to drink? Bourbon, wine…?"

"Some bourbon would be great." he smiled.

I nodded and grabbed another glass.

I poured some bourbon for both me and Kol and then went to the living room, with Kol following me.

I sat down on the couch and he sat down next to me, too close to my liking.

I raised an eyebrow at him as I put some distance between us. "So, why did you come here?"

He shrugged. "I was bored."

"So?"

"I needed entertainment," he smirked, "I think you can give it to me."

I rolled my eyes. "And I think you're wrong."

He chuckled shaking his head. "I decided that you're going to be my entertainment while I'm in this town."

I rolled my eyes once again. "If you came here for that, you can leave then."

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, completely ignoring Kol now.

He took the remote off my hands and turned the TV off again.

I sighed before looking at him annoyed. "What?!"

"Okay, let's do something else then."

I nodded slowly raising an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Tell me about yourself, darling."

I chuckled. "What do you wanna know?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen," I smirked, "What's your human age?"

"Nineteen. I know that you were born in Mystic Falls. So why did you move to New York?"

"My parents, Grayson and Miranda, died." I replied simply as I looked straight ahead, trying to avoid his gaze.

I could feel Kol staring at me, but he stayed silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry." His voice sounded genuine and full of compassion.

My head snapped toward him. "It's not your fault, but thanks."

"What happened then? You met Katerina?"

"Yeah, she told me all about the supernatural," I paused, "And then, she told me that Grayson and Miranda weren't my real parents. That's what really shocked me."

"I can only imagine. Do you have any more siblings besides Elena?"

I nodded. "Jeremy. He's not my biological brother but I'll always think of him as if he was."

Kol was about to ask me another question but I cut him off.

"What about you? What's your story?"

He smirked. "Are you sure you want to know?

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have asked."

Kol grinned. "I was born in the 10th century. My parents had just started a family, when a plague struck their homeland in Europe. They lost a child to it. They wanted to escape and protect their future family from the same fate. My mother knew a witch named Ayana, who heard from the spirits of a mystical land where everyone was healthy, blessed by the gifts of speed and strength. That led my family to Mystic Falls, where we lived amongst those people.

"The werewolves?" I asked trying to keep up with the story.

He nodded. "To us they were just our neighbors. My family lived in peace with them for over 20 years, during which time my family had more children, including me."

"What happened next?" I asked as I scooted closer to him.

"Once a month our family retreated into the caves beneath our village. The wolves would howl through the night and by morning we'd return home..."

"But something went wrong?"

"One full moon, Klaus and my youngest brother, Henrik, snuck out to watch the men turn into beasts. That was forbidden," he paused, "Henrik paid the price..."

"The wolves killed him?" I asked in shock.

"Yes," Kol nodded confirming my suspicions, "That was the beginning of the peace with our neighbors."

"That's when you became a vampire?"

"Mmm," he muttered as he took a sip of his drink, "My parents asked Anaya to ask the spirits for help, but she refused. So my mother turned us into vampires."

"How could she do that?"

Kol smirked. "My mother was also a witch."

"How did you turn?"

"She called upon the sun for life and the ancient white oak tree, one of nature's eternal objects, for immortality. That night my father offered us wine laced with blood. And then he drove his sword through our hearts."

My eyes widened in surprise. "He killed you?"

"And he wasn't delicate about it either. He then, made us drink human blood. The feeling was indescribable."

Excitement flickered in his eyes.

I could tell that he thought that being a vampire was a gift and not a curse.

Killing people, compelling them…

He enjoyed being a monster.

"Where are the rest of your siblings?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"Elijah is around and Klaus is in god knows where. Rebekah and Finn are daggered."

"Who daggered them?"

Kol chuckled to himself. "Klaus. He's been hunting us."

"Then, how come he hasn't daggered you yet?"

"Because he hasn't found me." he smirked.

Oh good god, that smirk.

"How could one be so perfect?", I thought silently into my head as his brown orbs pierced my own.

Oh, Kol Mikaelson, you're going to be the death of me.