"When Kol is trapped while Bonnie is doing the spell, Caroline could find him"–Angelina Guerin

This one will have a sequel which I have not written yet. Just wait for it.

Kol has been glaring at the walls of the basement for the past half hour. Ever since the Bennett bitch-witch trapped him there and stopping his plans for revenge, he'd been in the worst mood. He's been angry before but vendetta had never really been worth his time but since dying it was the only thing he had time for. Being invisible and unable to touch Elena fucking Gilbert and make her pay for every single second he had to burn and spend the afterlife alone has left him more unhinged than ever before.

He turned his head when his superior hearing picked up on the sound of footfalls. Someone was coming downstairs. Well, whoever it is, they better be prepared to be the one Kol unleashes his anger on. Kol's never been biased when it came to unleashing his rage.

Heh, It's the blonde his brother was so infatuated with and the best friend of the bitch-witch and Elena Goody-whore. She'd do just fine for his anger. Sorry, Nik, he knew you liked her but you're not here so…

She was blinking and looking around the basement and freezing when she finally saw him. "You…"

"Me," He replies in kind and walked towards her, making her take several steps back.

He used his speed to catch her before she could get away though and picked her up before slamming her into the ground. She grunted from the pain and he held her down, her own vampire strength nothing compared to an Original. He wrapped his hands around her neck, intending to suffocate her as the first way she could die. She was a vampire, he could kill her over and over again.

She tried to fight him and clawed at his arms, ripping through his jacket and to his flesh. The smell of his blood in the air made his gums ache, his fangs wanting to release and bite into this little girl's neck. But her blood was no good so he applied more pressure to her neck. Snapping it was too quick.

She screamed obscenities at him in anger, fighting till the end. What fire she had! Must be why Nik was so besotted. His brother had a fondness for being rejected, Daddy and Mommy issues and all.

"Get…off…me!" She gasped out as she tried to reach for his eyes to claw them out with her nails. He avoided her though and kept on strangling her. She twisted and kicked beneath him, her long legs flailing with effort.

And he waited and kept on until her heart slowed down. He listened to it thumping inside her rib cage, a familiar staccato only for the living and undead. But not for him no more. Thump-thump…thump…thump-

Thump.

He gasped and let her go, speeding to the other end of the basement. He held a hand to his chest and listened to a heartbeat that shouldn't be there. He hadn't had a heartbeat since he died. This shouldn't be possible.

The blonde- Caroline, he remembered now – coughed as he was no longer suffocating her, air making way into her relieved lungs. Her heart beating quicker and from where he was standing it looked like she was glowing gold. He moved closer to her again and looked down to see. She was glowing more brightly now right where her heart should be and he looked down at himself – he was glowing too.

Oh no! Not – but come on, seriously? He was dead! How was this supposed to work out? She wasn't even his type.

She finally looked up at him, blue eyes glinting with hatred. She looked like she wanted to suffocate him. What a great start they had. He tried to kill her at their first real interaction.

There had to be a way out of this….

"A-Asshole." She coughed out. He'd pressed quite hard into her voice box. "I'm going to tear your head off."

"You can try, sweetheart." He sighed. "But I'm already dead anyway and you couldn't kill me if you tried as I can't kill you. With destiny being such a cunt, this is going to be so messy."

"What are you talking about?"

He felt cold all over and realized he was back on the Other Side and she stared at him but couldn't see him, her eyes trying to find out where he'd gone.

"Oh I'm here, darling." He said even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "This is going to be so messy."

He couldn't leave her now even if he wanted, even if he tried. He'll always be pulled back to her and be tortured every step back. Magic fights back like hell when it wanted to. True Love especially.