Cadiz, Spain 1702

Evening was slowly coming around, the sun was setting in the orange sky as night gracefully made its way in. Angeline was slowly walking down the cobblestone streets of the Town Square, heading to the local apothecary. Witches like her liked to spend their time in apothecaries, consulting with patients, finding out about new illnesses and cures, and of course hearing the town's latest gossip from the mouths of the other women who visited the place. The only witch she knew of in this town was herself, but she couldn't be sure if this was the case. She politely greeted everyone who passed by her that she knew, children especially. Her connection to the young was special, she could understand them very well and she could make them laugh. That being because she felt like a child too, only a more mature one who at last developed into an adult in the absence of her family. Her cold hearted family who always put the coven first.

Angeline pushed those thoughts away. She continued walking down the street, the apothecary finally appearing into sight. She was nearly there, all she had to do was to go past the tavern, where drunk men would always be found. As she approached the place she could feel someone watching her. She curiously turned her face to the nasty, cramped place and found a pair of playful eyes standing at the door of the tavern, following her as she moved. She acknowledged them with a smile and gestured to the dark alley across the street, then she began trailing towards it. As soon as she made step into the cold and shady passageway, a blow pushed her against the brick wall on her left.

'No lady should be wandering the streets unaccompanied at this hour.' Kol said teasingly as he ran his fingers through her long, black curls.

'You know I'm not one who follows rules.' She replied tartly as she peeled her back off the wall and turned behind him. Her warm hands began massaging his firm shoulders, she stood on her toes and whispered in his ear. 'Don't tell me that you've spent the entire day surrounded by alcohol.'

'I've only just arrived.' He grabbed her hand and span her around to face him. 'I'd like to know where my favourite witch is heading.'

'To the apothecary.' She answered with certainty.

'Same old and boring apothecary. What is so interesting about that dump?'

'Well, if you're so disappointed with the ways I spend my evenings, why don't you show me something new, Kol Mikaelson?' Angeline summoned quietly, hoping that Kol won't take her into the tavern with him.

A trace of mischief hinted in his face. 'Close your eyes.' She followed his request obediantly, took a deep breath as her eyelids met. She was nervous as she felt him touch her waist. Then he threw her over his shoulder and she began laughing while he ran, as fast as lightning, out of town.

After no longer than five minutes, Angeline felt herself being carried into a warmer place and heard a door shut. She didn't dare open her eyes, she wanted it all to be a surprise. Kol set her on her feet, 'You can look now.' She anxiously snapped her lids open and found herself standing in a very dimly lit room, with only one candle burning, a cosy atmosphere surrounded them. She scanned the room before she spoke.

'You brought me in your chambers. Why?' She asked simply. Not sure what to make out of it. She loved Kol, truly, but he was too unpredictable to make assumptions about him.

He waited for a moment, stared blindly then uttered. 'To do this.' He walked up to her side, grasped her head with his hands and locked his lips with hers. A wave of urgency hit Angeline instantly, and she kissed him back with no question, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips pressed gently but passionately on each other. This was the Kol she was longing for. The one who let his heightened emotions take the lead, and made her feel like his everything while he really was her everything. Unleashing her inner rebel, she began to unbutton his tailed, red velvet jacket and he impatiently pulled his arms out of it and let it drop to the floor, then he tugged at her gown, helping her come out of it and leaving her dressed in her tight corset. The cold of his hands penetrated much easier through the one layer that she wore. Just after another moment of standing still, they both trailed to the bedside, and Kol laid her tiny figure on the mattress carefully. She focused her mind only on three little words :"I love you".

He stood over her, not sure what to do next. Kol was not used to things like this. In seven centuries of his life he barely found or even craved love. Even with his bloodlust he still found making love meaningful though. He wasn't one who enjoyed attending brothels either, unless he was very hungry but he rarely got so close with a woman. However he could sense that Angeline was pure, inexperienced and incredibly nervous. He could feel her body quivering next to his, so he understood that he must handle her with the most of his gentleness. He held her hands flat on either sides by her head, his mouth broke apart from hers and moved to her neck. His lips touched lightly on her delicate skin, dancing around first on the side of her neck, then down on her shoulder, then along her collarbone. His sharp hearing could detect her heart thumping with a profound beat and he somehow knew that it belonged to him. His smooth lips moved to the other side of her neck, when suddenly a loud knock on the wooden door interupted their heaven. Angeline jerked with a start wanting to whisper something but Kol hushed her before she could speak. He continued caressing her with his mouth, sliding his hands behind her corset as her fingernails slipped off the fabric of his loose white shirt. The knocking started again, this time much louder and frustrating. Annoyed, Kol kissed his teeth and stood up from the bed, angrily cracking the door open and blocking the entrance of whoever waited at the treshold.

'Sister.' Kol said sharply. 'Now it's the time to come banging on my door?'

Angeline could hear Rebekah's dismayed voice although she couldn't see her. 'There's a clan of witches coming our way, claiming they located something of their posession being here. Do you have anything to do with it?'

Kol laughed, 'I haven't set foot out of this village in a very long time. What makes you think I'd even be able to steal something from them?'

'Fine.' Rebekah answered harshly. 'What are you doing anyway?'

'Nothing that concerns you.' Kol replied vaguely.

'I'm going with Nik and Elijah into town to make sure those witches don't come any near the outskirts. Your job is to keep an eye on the house and I mean it.' She commanded.

'As you wish.' With those heard Rebekah left and Kol swung the door closed. He found Angeline already dressed back into her gown and sitting stiffly on the bed.

'Witches? What witches?' She demanded worriedly. She saw Kol opening up a coffer and she didn't understand what for. 'Why would they come here?'

'Because they're looking for this.' Kol held up a black thread with a stunning red gem hanging from it. Angeline charged toward him once cathcing the site of it.

'An amulet? Why do they want it?' She asked unsurely, analising the gem slowly.

'It is a Red Beryl. A gemstone rarer than diamond from which you can channel more Power than you can even imagine. Those witches are the ones from Seville, and they want it.' He placed the amulet in her palm. 'I don't want them to have it, which is why I want you to listen to what I'm about to tell you.' Angeline watched him with fearful and questioning eyes. 'You have to take my horse and ride to your cottage, lock your doors and windows and you're going to cloak this amulet with very strong magic. I need to stay here, but I will come for you at dawn, and after that, we'll leave this town behind and we can start our own "Always and Forever".'

Angeline placed her palms on his face tenderly, the sheer feeling of deep affection overwhelming her. 'Just the two of us?' She whispered hopefully.

'Just the two of us.' He echoed. 'I promise you.' He then handed her an old, heavy, hardcovered book. 'The cloaking spell is in here.'

Angeline stroked its crusty cover, trying to figure out what type of book it was. 'Kol what is this?'

He swallowed, 'It's a volume of my mother's Grimoire.'

Angeline gaped at it in disbelief. 'If your siblings find out-'

'-they won't.' Kol snapped firmly. Shoving the Grimoire and the amulet into a worn out leather satchel and then tied it around her waist. Offering her a last touch of the lips, he guided her to the door. 'Do not let me down.'

She turned around before leaving, staring at him with sincerity. 'I love you.' She countered like her life depended on it and she waited for a few seconds. Kol only focused his eyes on her but didn't say anything. Angeline turned on her heel and exited the cottage. She didn't expect him to repeat her words, however she at least wished he could show a sign of acknowledgement. Frowning, she climbed the beautiful white horse and hurried to her cottage. If she ever wanted Kol to open up to her and care as much for her as she did for him, she had to carry out his plan successfully. So she rode through the aphotic depths of the woods, trying her best to remain wary of her surroundings. The horse began going backwards, Angeline tugged at the reins, kicking its thigh but the animal refused to continue. She started to panic, the horse whinnied and jumped on two hoofs. Angeline flew off its back and landed in the dirt. She groaned as Kol's beauty galloped into the distance, leaving Angeline behind. She struggled to her feet, unable to understand what caused the horse to freak out like that. It wasn't a long journey left, so she had to keep on going on foot.

When she finally escaped into the clearing, the site of the town roaring in flames took her aback. It seemed like the Seville witches were not the only ones causing chaos tonight. Her mouth tensed, she pushed her hand into the leathered satchel and drew out the Red Beryl and tucked it in the sleeve of her dress. Kol's plan had to wait, she couldn't be selfish to leave the locals burn to the ground while she ran off into the sunset holding her lover's hand. The least she could do was to find out what caused the fire, and then she could resume to her own desires.