Warning, mature content and hints to inappropriate thoughts. As you can probably tell by now, there are going to be difficult themes and complicated relationships in this story, don't read if you find them offensive.

Part 25

What is and what can never be

France, 1672

"Kol! Oh mon Dieu! Oh, Kol!"

Kol bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes while shagging his lover against the wall. She kept moaning in ecstasy and for some reason he was particularly turned on this evening as well. Charline was no doubt a gorgeous little witch, everything a man could want. The best part was that they understood each other; she didn't expect anything more than amazing sex from him and she didn't mind Katla touching her. His sister seemed to like this one and Charline had always been smart enough to treat Katla respectfully, even though Kol had no doubt that Charline considered her weird.

"Oh, Kol!"

Feeling her climaxing made him groan, he really was more than turned on. He hadn't had patience to wait for her to undress completely, so she was wearing her undergarment, stockings and a scarf around her neck. He pressed his lips against her neck and groaned in pleasure, his nails started to dig into her hips as he came closer to release. She was screaming in pleasure, turning him on even more. Certain deep forbidden thoughts were trying to once again sneak into his mind and as always, he was going to block them out, but this time he gave in for a very brief moment. The effect was incredible; he had never felt such pleasure. There was no time or place, only the brief moment of perfect contentment. Forbidden contentment. The climax was more powerful than ever before, he actually needed a moment to recover.

"Oh, mon cher," Charline panted in his ear. "That was… I have no words."

He opened his eyes and took a step back. Charline's legs couldn't hold her and she collapsed on the floor, but she didn't seem to mind, she was perfectly contented.

"I love you too," she panted.

He frowned.

"What?"

"You said that you love me."

"Right… Sure I do."

She giggled and rolled on her back.

"You were amazing, mon cher."

"Yes, I know," he muttered and started to get dressed. "Now if you will excuse me, I have some things to do."

"Uh huh. When will I see you again?"

"Soon."

He was already on his way to the door, when she stopped him.

"Wait."

Reluctantly he turned to look at her.

"Yes?"

She got into a sitting position and removed her scarf.

"Here, could you take this to your sister?"

"What?"

"It is hers, I borrowed it from her."

For a moment he was unable to move, but finally he managed to walk over to her and pick up the scarf.

"Give her my love," Charline sighed and lied down on the floor.

"Sure."

The ride back to the mansion where he and Katla were staying at the moment wasn't long, but it helped him to clear his head. He was his normal self again when he arrived home. Katla was in her room, lying on the bed with a puppy.

"Hello, brother," she hummed when he entered the room.

"Hi," he replied smiling and walked over to her. "What do you got there?"

"I found her," she replied and petted the furry creature that was licking her hand. "Do you like her?"

"I do if you do," he replied and lied down next to her, leaving the puppy between them. She smiled at him and kissed his hand. Neither of them said anything, they simply petted the puppy together. Everything was like it was supposed to be.

"Not an idiot, are you?" Nik shouted, he Elijah, Finn and Rebekah were holding Kol down. They had to really struggle, he was so furious that he was growling. The stupid human boy had a good sense to look frightened; Kol was going to rip him in pieces.

"Wait, wait," the boy said quickly. "I meant no disrespect, I swear. I-I only need to undress her because I need to examine her, I didn't mean anything sexual. Not that I wouldn't find her pretty…"

"For heaven's sake shut up already!" Nik shouted. "Kol! Kol, calm down! Think about Katla, she needs some help!"

"Not from him!" Kol growled.

"Yes, from him! Do you want her to die!"

Somehow Kol managed to calm down enough to listen to his brother, he had to.

"Yes, the boy is an idiot," Nik sighed. "But he should also be a very powerful warlock, some kind of prodigy. Katla needs some help."

Kol gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold still, he needed to do this for Katla.

"Fine," he hissed. "But if he makes one wrong move…"

"I think he received your message," Nik replied and glanced at the boy. "Didn't you?"

"Yeah," he muttered. "I really didn't mean any disrespect; my great-great-aunt was a big fan of hers."

"What?" Elijah asked.

"She's Katla Mikaelson, right? The protector of abused women?"

"Yes," Nik replied. "She did have some little cults back in Europe, didn't she, Kol?"

Kol didn't say anything; he kept glaring at the boy. Katla had never started any cults, but her "children" had. Some of them had even worshiped her as a goddess.

"Anyway, I would really like to help her," the boy muttered.

Kol crossed his arms.

"And you need to undress her?"

"Only to examine her, I swear. I need to see what kind of spell I'm dealing with; she has some marks, right?"

"Yes, dark veins. They have spread over her chest and arms."

The boy nodded.

"May I take a look? A very quick look."

Kol certainly didn't want to agree, but he had to.

"Wait outside," he said to his siblings. "I'm not going to kill him," he added when Nik was about to protest. Nik didn't seem pleased and he reminded Kol once more what was at stake before walking out, followed by the rest of his siblings. The boy seemed nervous when Kol walked over to the bed and carefully lifted the cover. Katla was still wearing his shirt; he sat down next to her and touched her cheek.

"It's alright, sister," he muttered and kissed her forehead. "You're safe, I promise."

He stood up and looked at the boy.

"I'm watching you."

The boy swallowed.

"Okey-dokey…"

He stopped next to the bed and looked at Kol.

"Can I lift her shirt or…?"

Kol moved on her other side and glared at the boy.

"One false move and I'll rip your eyes out."

"Got it," the boy muttered.

Carefully Kol lifted Katla's shirt, revealing her upper body. His eyes narrowed, when he picked up the boy's fastening heartbeat.

"Why is your pulse rising?" he snarled.

"I'm not aroused!" the boy gasped desperately. "I swear, I'm not! I'm standing here with a psycho who's threatening to rip my eyes out and I should try to save a thousand years old vampire goddess, so excuse me for being just a little nervous." He paused and tried to pull himself together, his hands were shaking. "Can I look at her now? I would prefer not to lose my eyes."

Kol glared at him, but he nodded.

"Look."

The boy swallowed before slowly looking down.

"Oh no…" he muttered.

"What?" Kol snapped.

"The spell… I need to…" He paused again and looked at Kol. "I need to touch her to feel how widely the spell has spread. Can I do that without losing my arms or something?"

Kol gritted his teeth, but he forced himself to nod.

"Do it, but…"

"You're watching me, got it."

The boy took a deep breath before slowly placing his hands on Katla's chest, he was very careful for not to touch her breasts. He closed his eyes and mumbled some spell. Kol waited impatiently for him to be finished.

"Okay…" the boy muttered after opening his eyes. "I have good news and bad news. I think I can help her, but…"

"But what?" Kol snapped.

"The spell I need to cast will require some very unpleasant things…"

"Who do I have to kill?" Kol interrupted him impatiently.

The boy looked uncomfortable.

"Well… I'm afraid this will be a little more complicated than that."