In the restless hours of early light, I rested my throbbing head against such a cold surface. Strong and agile as I was the night before, I was never prepared for this. The curtains were barely drawn and it still gave us a sense of danger. A singular satin sheet covered our bare skin and it felt as if heaven was nourishing it. Though, with the company at hand, I knew that was just my ever growing imagination. He had one arm rested over his thin eyes and the other around my shoulders. I could feel the movement of his thumb along my bone. I felt small.

"You are unnatural," Was the first indication I had that he had awoken.

I turned my head and rested my jaw against his chest, "Excuse me?"

"How are you awake at this hour?"

I allowed my sigh to grow larger than usual, "Oh get over yourself."

In one fluid motion, I got out of bed and swept the sheet away with me. It covered my frame, ever so tenderly, and I saw his lusting veins from across the room. I sat at the mirror and began combing through my locks. Any eye contact he eagerly attempted, I ignored. This drove him to join me in his nakedness and snatch the comb from my bruised hand.

"What is that?" His voice was small, "Elira, what did- did I?"

"I do not know."

He bit his wrist and held it out.

"It is barely a wound, Kol," I stood and avoided his bleeding arm.

Kol followed, pulling my fragile elbow back towards him.

His arm was outstretched still, "Go on."

The ridges of my back ached and I chose the quickest option before me. His blood tasted of wine and vinegar. It tasted like Kol Mikaelson, the man I had shared a bed with the night before. The man I bared my breast to and was utterly excepted by. Kol Mikaelson offered his blood; he was discouraged by what his actions had caused me. I smirked and wiped my mouth off.

"You are so," His eyes were wandering. His voice was chilling and personal.

I pulled his healing wound up to my lips and kissed, tenderly. A trail up his arm, over his shoulder, along his neck, around his jaw. I could not contain myself. My brilliant lust for this inhuman before me overtook my attention. He did not bother and he did not stray. I felt his member grow happy with my presense and I allowed a laugh to escape on to his skin. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

And as I went in for a real moment of passion, he stopped me and pulled my head into his chest.

"I just want to revel in this," I giggled and wrapped my arms around his chest.

Kol held on to the sheet for me and pulled it around the both of us.

My back ached no longer and I turned my head upwards to meet his gaze, "To revel in us, you say?"

"Yes."

I felt my eyes fall, a moment of uncertainty crossing them.

"You do not?" His face barred itself back up and all those months of unwrapping were thrown away.

My mind raced and my hands held on tighter, "I am."

"You are not," He said so righteously that I nearly believed it to be true.

"Never have you been more wrong," I pulled away from him and took the sheet with me, "Never. Do you know what this is? What this is going to be? Because I cannot live what a short life I have in these chambers. I am truly sorry, but I cannot."

"We can get settled in Greece. You love it so," Kol hesitated, "And my vessel is at your command."

"How is it that you're willing to crawl on the floor behind me?"

His eyes tightened before he turned and put his trousers back on. I waited.

"You are the woman- no, you are the only person that I don't hide from. From the start, Elira, you have had me," His voice was chilling and his back was turned, putting on his shirt.

I turned to pull on a dress from the closet, "That is surely an unbelievable thing."

"How?"

I felt his breath suddenly upon my back and his hand hovering over my arm, "You are over a hundred years old, Kol. You travel with the most powerful twin witches in the world. I am merely a lapse before you go on another tare. I am the human equivalent of your consciousness."

He spun me around, "I travel with witches for their wisdom and protection, Elira. If only I could share in their gifts... You know as well as I do how little of a choice my mother gave my family in this ignorant existence, so don't come to me thinking you are holy. You are as inhuman as I am. You were not born for the life you hold."

"One trait we share, then?"

"The one."

"If this is the difficulty in which you talk with someone in my position, you shall leave my sight. And then I ill leave your vessel."

Silence consumes.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

Kol stepped away. He messed with his hair and then his ear, contemplating these next words, "Elira. You may be an ordinary human that I could easily break-Have I? Why would I risk everything I've built around myself for you, an orginary human? Because you are the least boring and nostalgic human. You walk with a skip in your step, constantly. The way your hair dances as you do so, drives me mad. You bit your lip when you do not know if a joke is worth the risk of my rath, but they most surely are. Every tiny piece you- I do not want to murder or feed upon- I want to remark upon. You gave me light in a time where I was willing to give up the twins and join my monstrous brother. I am no angel, Elira. You, though, you are the one to make me forget about the rest- about what I truly am. I am a Mikaelson, full-blooded and damned with no salvation. You are the closest I am ever going to get to redemption or worthiness."

I bit my lip and searched the room with my eyes, my eyebrows created a wrinkled mess between them.

"How does a nice Greek dinner sound?"

My sight was not directed at him but I still caught the expression he made. Flustered and daft.

"Excuse me?" He came closer- again.

I closed the aching gap between us and let the tips of my fingers trail his jawline, "If you'll have me, I'd like to finish this after dinner?"

"Elira-"

"After?" I raised my eyebrows, "This is hardly a fight, isn't it? We have so much else to do, in such a short period."

"What do you mean, Elira?"

I sighed and tickled the back of his neck, "I intend to stay human, Kol. We do not have long to explore this- to explore us."

He rested his forehead against mine and allowed his eyes to be wet.

"Alright? We should really get started in Greece," I smiled with my lips turned in.

His hands laced around my hips and I heard a long sigh escape him. His eyes were shut.

"We shall hurry, then."