Hi guys! Okay, so the last episode ruined my Kolremy mood. Baby Elena overpowering an Original? Really? This show has gotten bad. Plain and simple. It is bad. The second season was the best in my opinion. But the fourth...

However, however, I did spot some Kolremy moments. Yes I did! The moment when Kol stared at that picture of Jeremy, anyone? I mean, I'm pretty damn sure there was longing in Kol's eyes! And the kitchen scene. Was not that scene so damn kinky?! I mean where did Kol find those straps? And so fast? Did he pull them out from his Magician hat?! The fact that Kol promised Jeremy he would give him his blood to heal him? That makes me want to write a fic about that! Anyway, many ambiguous Kolremy moments... And I read on some board that Jeremy is supposed to have a ghostly visitor soon... I'm not completely done hoping Kol might be back (even if there is 10% chance he and Jeremy might be an item anytime soon).

I also enjoyed Nate's portrait of Kol. The last two episodes showed that Kol could care and did have emotions. They cast a new light on that supposedly heartless character.

Anyway, off with the chapter!

Once again, I thank all my readers and kind reviewers. Thank you all a thousand times!


VII.

As he was waiting in front of the building, he pondered for the hundredth time why he had accepted the boy's offer to go see a movie. Really, he had no idea. Damn, he did not even know what a movie was (well, technically he did but...)! He ran a nervous hand through his hair. He only had himself to blame; after all, he had promised the boy the day following their emotional outpouring he would call him as soon as he got a new phone. And not only had he rushed to the store first thing in the morning, but he immediately sent the human a message as soon as the phone was activated... He shook his head at his own weakness.

Jeremy arrived five minutes and thirty two seconds late (Kol had counted), his hair slightly tousled, a small smile gracing his full lips.

"Hey, buddy!" he greeted Kol who smiled in return without even being aware of it, "I hope I didn't make you wait for too long..."

"Oh no! I always arrive on time. That's one of my trademarks! I think I have a clock inside my head!"

Jeremy smirked, "Are you a time psycho or something?"

"Among other things..." he replied mysteriously

The human frowned slightly. Oops!

"You really are full of mystery!"

"It's part of my charm!"

"I guess..." Jeremy mumbled, reddening a little

Kol hummed his blood as discretely as possible. He craved for a taste. Besides, the boy' skin looked so soft and tender, it would be bliss to bite into it. He groaned under his breath. He wondered for a moment if Jeremy would enjoy it. He briefly imagined the boy squirming beneath him, begging for more and Kol's pants began to feel uncomfortably constricted.

"Are you alright?"

Kol snapped out of his fantasy and locked his gaze with concerned brown orbs.

"Yeah sorry I was lost in my thoughts..."

Jeremy's frown deepened, "You're odd sometimes!" he said, his voice deprived of any animosity

"Yeah, I'm often told..."

They remained silent for a short while during which Kol did his utmost to calm his body and urges. Jeremy broke the silence eventually, "So, what kind of movie do you fancy?"

Kol realized the boy was looking at the posters above them. With a raised eyebrow, he mimicked him. To be honest, none of the posters appealed to him.

"So?" the boy insisted

"I don't know. It's up to you, mate!"

They eventually settled for a horror movie that Kol would have been unable to summarize. First, little of what he saw made any sense to him – where was that damn ghost? - second, the nice fellow on the nearby seat distracted him greatly. But who would blame him? Jeremy's reactions were much more entertaining than this... movie. The way his mouth moved when he chewed on his pop corn, the way his eyes tinkled whenever one of the character screamed or was killed (that boy appreciated violence, which was a very nice quality as far as Kol was concerned) or the few times he flinched when said characters' bones broke – well, he was still human after all.

He really was too distracting. Kol made a mental note to call Nick soon after to inquire about their current situation. His mind began to drift into fantasy again as he imagined the boy displayed like a ragged toll for his personal pleasure. His breath quickened and he felt the sudden urge to either grab himself or the oblivious human on his left. As one of the characters screamed on the screen, he closed his eyes, the scream adopting Jeremy's voice, his tongue slowly running on the boy's wounded flesh to taste the sweetness of his blood. He snapped his eyes open, his fangs had unconsciously elongated. God, he needed to get out of here quickly; possibly before he made a mess. He abruptly stood up.

"Whassup?" Jeremy asked, pop corn in process to be eaten

"Restrooms," Kol articulated without looking at him – it would have been his downfall

He exited the dark place as fast as human speed could take him. Back in the hall, he scanned the area for a bathroom which he eventually found. He grabbed a poor dude who had just opened the door of a stall and locked them up inside.

"Don't make a sound," he compelled him

His face morphed and he bit harshly into the flesh while grinning his hips against his. Chestnut hair. Big brown eyes. Full kissable lips. He drank more urgently. His movements became rougher, disjointed. Such a beautiful mouth. Flawless skin. Blood rushing furiously. Beating heart. Pop corn being crushed. He came hard and let go of the man who had been dead for a while anyway. His body collapsed with a thud on the linoleum floor. Kol rested his forehead against the thin wall of the stall, waiting for his breath to calm.

He wanted that boy so terribly.

He had to call Niklaus. The wait was killing him. He would do something nasty if he knew not how long he would have to wait before he could claim his prize. Just as he took his new phone to call his brother, a detail came back in mind: Niklaus' number was in the speed dial of his recently deceased telephone. And nowhere else. He sighed heavily, defeated. Even more when he became aware of the mess he had just made.

He left the stall without unlocking the door; if Jeremy were to know there was a drained human in the toilet, he could make a link between his absence and the corpse. Kol wanted to avoid a scandal at any cost.

After a quick cleaning, he made his way back to the projection room.

"What took so long?" Jeremy asked when he was back in his seat, "the movie's almost over..."

If you knew how little I care! He checked his phone, he had been gone for half an hour. Oops!

"There was a lot of people... Sorry..."

Jeremy raised his eyebrows but did not say anything to which Kol was grateful.

They left the cinema in relative silence.

"So, what you wana do, now?" Jeremy asked

Kol looked up at him. Jeremy's eyes were full of expectation, "It's still early," he justified, "unless you have something more important to do..."

Something more important than spending some quality time with a delicious blood bag? No, Kol could not think of anything more important at the moment.

"Wana go get a drink?" he proposed

"I wish I could... Just sixteen, remember?" he said pointing at himself, a grimace on his face

Kol's face lit up, "Don't worry about that! Come on!"

"But..."

"Won't be a problem!"

The boy laughed, bathing Kol in his light.

They entered a small, quaint, badly lit bar with a strong medieval atmosphere, from the music to the tables.

"They'll ask for my ID..." Jeremy began, uncomfortable

"No they won't."

Kol knew he would have to use discreet compulsion on the staff. It was risky – Jeremy could catch him any moment... Kol grinned inwardly; he had never been able to resist a good challenge.

"What do you want to drink?" he casually asked

"A beer is fine by me."

"Wicked!" he said, standing up to go to the counter to order

He waited for Jeremy to check on his phone to focus on the bartender, "My friend is 21 and will not need to have his ID checked. Nor will you ask for it. You will let him drink whatever he wants, how much he wants without any question. You and I are long time acquaintances and you're doing me a favor."

The man nodded distractedly. Kol smiled, satisfied.

"Order's done!" he announced Jeremy who grinned, "Two blonds on the go!"

"You sure it's gonna be alright?!"

Kol rolled his eyes. Had this boy anxieties or something? Oh wait, yes he had, "Positive. Zach is an old friend of mine and he owes me. You gonna be fine."

Their beer were served without mishap. They drank while chit-chatting until Jeremy's phone rang.

"Sorry, my sister. I gotta answer before she calls for the military."

Kol frowned and nickered.

"Elena," Jeremy began, looking more than displeased, "yes I'm still alive. Look I'm with a friend now. Can you call later?" Kol began to panic. If he told her his name, he would be screwed. "Alright. Okay. Bye."

He put his phone back in his pocket, "Sorry about that."

Kol shook his head to show there was nothing to forgive, "Overprotective siblings, I know all about it!"

"Yeah..."

Kol frowned again. The boy looked defeated although he did not understand why given that Elena had not said much on the phone. "You're alight, mate?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..."

"Don't look fine to me. Did she say something that upset you?"

Jeremy emitted a bitter laugh, "No and that's the problem! She never says anything! I'm the innocent little kid that needs to be protected and left in the shadow."

Kol lowered his head. Elena's behavior strangely reminded him of Nik's, "Tell me about it. My brother does exactly likewise. I'm the stupid brat that needs to be controlled all the time... Even if my sister is no better!"

"You didn't tell me you had a sister!"

Oops.

"Yeah, she's younger than me! Whatever... We're better off by ourselves!"

"Yep! To ourselves!" Jeremy said, raising his glass. Kol smirked lightly and they clinked glasses. "You know," Jeremy said again after a while, "Elena's not even my true sister."

Kol raised his eyebrows, "How so?"

"She was adopted!"

Kol almost chocked on his drink. The Doppelganger? Adopted? He had not seen that one coming!

They ordered their second pint.

"My brother is only my half brother," Kol said after a few sips. He had absolutely no idea as to why he confessed such personal things. He simply could not help it. The alcohol was making his head spin ever so lightly and he felt comfortable. Then again, even alcohol free, he felt comfortable around that boy, no matter what.

"Really?"

"Mmh. My mother cheated on my father."

"And what did your father say?"

He has tried to murder my brother ever since, "He never knew about it. My parents died and my father never knew. I think it's for the best... He would have been disappointed to see our family ruined. We were all so close as a family..."

Jeremy was staring at him intensely. Kol realized he had been carried away a bit too much, "I'm sorry. Fucked up memories..."

"No problem, pal. Our lives are quite fucked up!"

"Yes!"

They laughed.

A couple of pints more downed, they traded beer for shots of vodka and a game of baby-foot. Kol was new to the game. And he was drunk. A quick glance at a laughing Jeremy indicated him the boy was in no better shape. They downed another shot and Kol scored a goal. He jumped, his arms raised in joyful victory, knocking one of his empty shooter to the ground.

"How did you do it?" asked a befuddled Jeremy

Somewhere in his alcoholic fog, Kol realized he had probably used his speed without even noticing it. He shrugged, "I'm perfect!"

Jeremy shook his head and rolled his eyes.

H.S.Q.M.Y.P

It was already dark when they left the bar. They were both stumbling on the road and laughing at nothing, completely drunk.

"Where are we going?" Jeremy asked

"No idea!" Kol tittered

They arrived on a playground field. Jeremy squeaked hysterically and ran toward the nearest toboggan.

"Come on, Kol!" he yelled, his voice full of excitement

Kol chuckled, "You serious, mate?"

"Come on!" cheered Jeremy as he slid down the toboggan, arms raised.

Kol was waiting for him at the bottom, a grin plastered on his face.

"You're such a kid!"

Jeremy nickered before standing up and tapping Kol' shoulder, "You're it!" he said before sprinting with a titter

Kol chuckled again and chased him at human speed. Jeremy was pretty quick for a human as he kept on running, calling for him, roaring with laughter. Eventually, Kol cheated a little, too drunk to care – Jeremy was equally lost in his little world to notice anything.

Kol reached him by the waist and they collapsed on the grass, still laughing, short of breath. They remained silent, laid on the grass, arms spread, their hands almost touching. Just like Jeremy, Kol stared at the stars above him.

"Why do you write your name with a K?" asked Jeremy after a while

The question took Kol off-guard, "I use the Runic alphabet..."

"You from a family of Vikings?" Jeremy joked

Kol turned his head to face Jeremy, "What if I am?!"

Jeremy mimicked him, "That'd be cool!"

Kol smiled, "Why 'Jeremy'?"

"Why not?!" he replied with the same smile

They kept staring at each other for a moment. Eventually, Kol went back to his silent observation of the night sky. After a short while however, he turned his head again to check on Jeremy. To his astonishment, he found the boy looking at him, his gaze intense and oddly predatory. Kol frowned. What the...? Before he could react, he felt a gentle pressure on his lips. It took him a couple of seconds to realize Jeremy had just kissed him. A very quick, chaste kiss. But a kiss nevertheless.

The vampire was stunned. Jeremy's face flushed, shy and embarrassed. It was enough for Kol to lose it. He crashed their mouths together, standing on his forearm to support himself and get closer to the human. Jeremy's lips parted and Kol tasted sweetness. Raw desire and fear mingled as he felt the boy's tongue touch his. He was not going to be able to control himself. He was not sober enough. He needed blood and he craved Jeremy's. No! No, no, no, no, no! Please! Not now! Dreadful realization hit him; he did not want to hurt the boy. However, the monster inside decided otherwise as it began to stir, claiming his due. His grip on Jeremy' shoulder tightened. A tad more strength and he would reduce his bone to powder. Don't! Control yourself! It's just a kiss! He was on the edge to morph. Don't! Control yourself! He could hear Jeremy's heart thundering in his chest, his blood rushing down his veins. His body felt so soft, so pliable against his. Breakable. It was excruciatingly delicious.

The kiss ended, their faces merely a few inches apart. They gazed at each other, hard and panting.

"I've wanted to do that for weeks, now," Jeremy confessed beneath him with shining eyes

Kol ran his thumb over the soft skin of the boy's cheekbone. Unable to speak, he gave an answer his own way; he kissed him again, gentle and slow.

Stupid boy!


There you go!

Before I leave you to your comment (or not), I would like to precise that the very last sentence is not an insult but rather Kol expressing his irritation toward his inability to resist a simple human boy. I have been told that some readers were somewhat confused with Kol's point of view. I am truly sorry about this. I hope this chapter was okay.