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"There's nothing I can't make you do, don't you forget that." – Kol Mikaelson

[Rolling Stones - Satisfication]

It didn't take but a few minutes to get ready and leave the motel behind. Kol decided to make a few stops along the way to New York City. They drove for the first couple of hours of the morning, partly because it was too early for anything to be open. Somewhere outside of Baltimore, Kol stopped the car at a small strip mall.

That was how Charlotte ending up picking through the racks for anything she wanted in a Macy's. They were early enough to catch just the assistant store manager getting ready before the rest of the employees showed up and well before opening. Kol compelled the woman to let them take what they wanted.

An hour ensued of both her and Kol picking out various outfits. Some of them they compared with each other and she had to help him modern fashion. It was amusing and strange. Dare she say it, she actually had a bit of fun with it.

At least, until Kol got pushy. It didn't surprise him that he found a few special selections that he wanted her to try on. It didn't surprise her that he didn't take it too well when she said no. He didn't seem like the type that was used to hearing that.

"Absolutely not," Charlotte put her foot down with her arms folded over her chest.

Kol hung the dress up in the air with a mock pout. "Why not? I'm sure it would look stunning on you," He replied.

"I would look like an LA hooker, Kol," Charlotte snapped out. The dress was short to say the least, she was sure it would barely cover her rear and an entirely too much would hang out the top. She didn't even want to get started on the hot pink color.

He didn't get the slang term, but he was losing his patience. "Charlotte," He lowered his voice and took a step closer to her.

"No," She remained stubborn.

"Fine," He snapped out and she thought he was going to leave it alone. But instead, his hand shot out to her jaw. Instinctively, she fought away from it, but he had more strength.

"Look at me," He demanded and she realized when she heard those three words, she was in trouble. He leant forward to her and she noticed his eyes weren't that soft amber shade.

"You're going to go into that dress room, put on this dress and model it for me," He ordered, doing that thing with his eyes. Charlotte gritted her teeth together while he held her jaw, she just gave him a curt nod against her will.

He released her and even when she found herself thinking how to get out of it, she was already moving. She seethed on the inside, but it didn't seem like she could do anything about it. Despite that, she still felt the strong urge to put on the dress and seek his approval.

On an impulse, she grabbed one more item off a rack on the way to the changing rooms.

"Kol… I don't know about this one, the fit doesn't seem quite right," Charlotte's voice ran out from the dressing room. While she sounded unsure, she didn't sound embarrassed.

"Let's have a look, darling," Kol replied smugly, looking up from his cell phone. In the dressing room hallway, he leant back on the opposite side from the room she was in.

Charlotte barely waited a second before stepping out. Rather than tugging on the clothes awkwardly or wrapping her arms around her hips, she strode out with her hands on her hips. Kol's eyes shot to her greedily right away, but he didn't even see the sly smirk on her face.

He saw pink, lots of a pink and white. Fuzzy pink and white.

Charlotte thoroughly enjoyed watching his expression morph between reactions in seconds; from smug, to shocked, confused, bemused and maybe a little bit frustrated.

He opened his mouth several times, no words came out at first and he cocked his head at her taking a step closer. He expected to see lots of flesh, but she was covered nearly head to toe.

"What's a matter?" Charlotte mocked and thumbed the hem of her dress. "Does the color of my Hello Kitty adult onesie not match?" He never said she couldn't put anything on under the dress.

"Adorable," Kol drawled out dryly. It looked like he was somewhere between annoyed and amused, she had hoped the later. But she wasn't that lucky, annoyance won over and he quickly backed her up against the door of the changing room.

"Finding a loophole in my compulsion – clever," He murmured to her in a quiet voice, he didn't need to be loud with how close he brought his face to hers. She swallowed thickly at his tone of voice. "However, I wouldn't turn into a habit," He warned darkly.

Charlotte's nostrils flared defiantly. She understood he was stronger than her, but she wasn't going to take this treatment just because of that. "I'm not your doll to dress up, Kol," She hissed back at him. "If you want someone to toy with, go play with her," She waved her hand towards the end of the hallway, where the dazed out compelled assistant manager was.

His eyes narrowed on her. "Maybe I will," He countered, accepting her challenge.

Charlotte wasn't sure who was more immature in that moment; whether it was Kol for stomping off like a spoiled brat after the manager or her sitting on the cashier counter like a pouting brat. Sure enough, he had bee-lined it straight for the compelled human after that. It left her to bag up the clothes they had picked out. At least she got a couple of good outfits out of it. She folded hers up into bags neatly and she just tossed his clothing in the other bags carelessly.

Even after that, she was still waiting on him. She shot a glare down the end of the counter where Kol and the human were. He had his face buried in her neck. She could smell the blood. The skirt of the woman was pushed up to her waist and she had a leg hitched up against him. She couldn't see where both of his hands were.

Charlotte's lip curled up, glaring at the two. She couldn't tell if the girl was actually compelled based on the way she was responding to him. Even worse, she wasn't entirely sure what orifice that gurgling noise was coming from.

"Ugh," Charlotte sniped out impatiently. "Aren't you done yet?"

Kol pulled his face away from her flesh, red smeared on his lips and chin. Talk about sloppy, Charlotte thought.

"You're more than welcome to join in," His animalistic grin was more pronounced with his fangs.

Charlotte made a disgusted face and clamped her mouth shut. She looked away from him, shaking her head. She held back the first comment that came to mind, simply because she didn't want to encourage him.

When he was finally done with the human, he set her back down on the ground. Charlotte still refused to look at him while they straightened out their clothing. He compelled her to wear a scarf for a while and take care of the missing inventory, not caring about the fact she would likely get fired for all this.

"Ready to go?" Kol addressed Charlotte with a nonchalant cheer, as if he had been waiting on her the entire time. Charlotte hopped down from the counter and grabbed the bags, eager to get out of there. He approached her, reaching a hand out.

Whatever he intended to touch didn't make it, Charlotte quickly sidestepped him and went ahead of him.

"Not before you wash your hands," She muttered under her breath as she went.

Charlotte was in the passenger seat before him. When he took the driver's seat, he didn't start the engine immediately. She gave his hands a brief flicker of her eyes, worried about the way he calmly wrapped them around the steering wheel without doing anything. His expression was composed, meaning something was on his mind.

"Charlotte," He said her name in a way that lacked tenderness.

"I'll have you know… there is nothing I can't make you do," He reminded. Even though she didn't fully understand the finesse of compulsion, she didn't doubt he was speaking the truth. "Don't forget that," He warned.

She stayed silent, but still in her seat.

"And for all you know, I could have done so already," He pointed out darkly. "And you would have no idea," He smirked, finally looking over at her.

She didn't doubt the monster that lingered beneath the surface of the handsome man. She knew he was trying to scare her, but it was also a warning.

She bit her lip, realizing he was waiting for some sort of response from her.

"Okay," Charlotte said quietly, but couldn't let it go. "But can I ask you something?"

She just received a hard expression and no interruption from him.

She questioned him, not in an accusing tone, but a genuinely curious and maybe even little bit of a sad one, "Is it as satisfying once you've taken their free will away?"

Kol never answered her.

The next stop left Charlotte rather confused. It wasn't too long after their stop at Macy's that he pulled into another parking lot. This one was much more crowded because technically this place never closed. When he shut off the engine, clearly intending to stay a little bit, Charlotte couldn't contain it anymore. She leant forward to the dash and stared up at the iconic red symbol.

"Umm… I don't understand," She mumbled honestly before looking to Kol. "Are you hurt?"

Kol just snorted at her, by the time they got to the hospital, his previous mood had passed.

"No," He said while unbuckling and opening the door. "Stay here," He ordered and didn't wait for a response from her.

That was fine with Charlotte, she just stared after him blankly. She had no desire to visit hospitals when she was human and that didn't change in the afterlife.

About twenty minutes later, he came back to their rental car, which was just a red Ford Focus, with a Styrofoam cooler. With the keys, he popped the trunk and placed the cooler in the trunk, not before taking an item out of it. When he came around the side of the vehicle and climbed back in his seat, he dropped the item in Charlotte's lap.

She froze and her eyes drew wide at the plastic bag filled with the maroon liquid. "What is this?" She blurted out immediately, not meaning literally of course.

"Consider it a compromise," Kol hummed out, giving a glance around the parking lot. It wasn't like anyone was paying them mind. "Blood bags – the alternative to you fussing over hurting people and me having to listen to it."

Charlotte shot him a glare at the slant, but hesitantly wrapped her fingers around the cool bag anyway.

"But, just so you know," Kol warned her in almost a playful tone. "If I hear you even consider hunting bunnies, I'm drawing the line."

"Hunting bunnies?" Charlotte scoffed with horror. "Why would I do that?" They were so cute and innocent.

"Exactly," Kol chuckled and then nodded at her bag. "Now go on, drink up."

Admittedly, Charlotte was a little nervous to have an audience, but the burning in her throat was vicious again. Her gums ached as she drew the bag to her face. Before she could consider whether or not she should use the bag, she already bit down into the plastic.

Kol watched the young vampire down greedy gulps with fascination. He never got tired of watching the tenacity of young vampires.

Drinking her first blood bag in the parking lot of a hospital near Philadelphia with Kol Mikaelson was a moment she would never forget.

It wasn't because of the taste or the way she moaned with delight as she drank, but what happened when the bag was reduced to a shriveled raisin. She pulled the plastic away from her mouth with a sigh.

"Tsk, tsk," Kol chided from his seat. The space between them seemed smaller with the flush of her senses, the sensations tingling along her skin. "Such a messy eater."

Before she could ask, he reached out and swiped his thumb lightly against her chin. He caught the bead of blood before it fell, but it already left a trail from the corner of her mouth. Numb to rationality, Charlotte watched him draw his thumb back to his mouth. She fixated on it until it disappeared between his lips, to be licked away by his tongue.

Even after it was gone, she stared after it. Because of that, she didn't notice him leaning closer. The coppery but enticing aroma was still in the air when he brought his lips to her jaw. She felt the brushing of his lips before feeling his tongue licking away the traces of blood. She stilled and closed her eyes, reveling in the hypersensitivity of her new existence. The air was stifling as he moved up slowly along the trail, to the corner of her mouth.

She shouldn't have done it, she knew, but she did anyway. When he reached the corner of her mouth, her head turned towards his. She saw without opening her eyes, using her other senses. She had already tasted the last remains of the blood on his lips and felt the coarseness of his hair at the back of his neck before she realized what she was doing.

Even when she did realize it, she carried on for a few moments anyway. It was an intoxicating and addicting rhythm to fall into, the movement of his lips against hers, trading between each other.

Reason came back sharply when there was no more blood left. Her eyes snapped open and both hands pushed away from him. Damnit, she didn't even realize at what point she knotted both hands into his hair.

She gasped, petrified and mortified. Kol didn't open his eyes immediately, his mouth remained a little parted, his lips flushed pinker than normal. She pulled her hands back abruptly, as if she had been shocked.

A slow, confident smirk surfaced on his expression before he looked her in the eyes. "To answer your question, darling," He whispered in a wicked and smug way. "It is far more satisfying to be yearned than to force."