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Kol

The event room is all decorated. The golden chandelier still hangs from the ceiling. Allowing for all the guests to admire the beauty. Everything else about the room has been completely transformed. There is no longer furniture in the room other than several high tables scattered across the back of the room. Lights are brighter than ever. The grand staircase has dangling lights hanging from the edge. The rest of the room is empty for dancing and conversation.

There she is. Walking down the steps as if she was an angel herself. Despite seeing women identical to her in the past, I don't know if I've ever seen a woman as beautiful as Elena. It is not the clothes and the make-up (although they don't hurt) but it's her. Every girl has always been a sexual relationship. Of course, I think about Elena sexually, but there's more. She's different. Elena has been growing on me these last few weeks. She's like a breath of fresh air in this toxic family I'm apart of.

I step forward to escort Elena to the main center of the ballroom. After all, she is also a hostess of this party. I think some social interaction, outside of our psychotic family, could be good for her. I understand she is feeling trapped like a prisoner. I guess, despite her limited freedom, she is one. A prisoner of my brother, using her as an endless blood bag to create his loyal companions.

"Hello darling," I whisper in Elena's ear. She releases a slight smile. I know how English accents make everything sound more sophisticated to Americans, but I am just trying to be sexy.

Our arms link and lead through the room towards Klaus. Klaus is standing in the center of the room, talking to all the important people. I don't bother myself with politics. Why play diplomat when you could just be jack the ripper? Except I actually am Jack the ripper. I used to travel from Berkshire to London for my fun little stint.

"Well if it isn't my favorite people," Klaus's sarcasm is apparent. The old men that surround him cannot help but stare at Elena. I understand, she's enchanting. "Gentlemen this my brother Kol and the lovely Elena. A family friend who is staying with my siblings and myself for the year." Klaus looks down at our arms intertwined and smiles. My brother finds the smallest things entertaining. His guests greet us as well.

Following the meaningless introductions, I take Elena to the center of the room. I hold out my hand waiting to lead her in a dance. But, Elena squints showing her resistance to dance with me.

"Something wrong?" my palms begin to sweat waiting for Elena's response.

"Two dances now, I don't want you getting the wrong idea," Elena says. Elena's words are disheartening. Not exactly what I wanted to hear. However, I'm a man who likes a good challenge. That's what Elena is, my Everest. And I plan on conquering her.

"Don't flatter yourself," I lie.

Elena continues to behave with caution. However, my approach is jarring to her ideals. Eventually, she takes my hand and we share our second dance. I pull Elena in close and rest my hand on her side. We begin to move with the music like two notes flowing together. With every step, Elena follows.

In the corner of my eye, I can see Elijah watching us. His stare is penetrable. However, I chose to ignore my brother. The girl engulfed in my arms is far more addictive.

Elena somehow makes me feel things I never have. I have so many of these feelings that I cannot put into words. There are so many of these unidentifiable feelings permeating my chest. I'm surprised the room hasn't begun to spin. Our clasped hands are entangled with one another. Her hands are soft. I credit the lack of callus's but it may just be her warmth and innocence. Elena's just a young girl hit with so much pain and loss, but somehow she manages to stay strong. It's admirable.

And so, myself lost in the music, I lean in for a kiss. Smoothly, she turns her head so that I miss her lips entirely. I have kissed her cheek. Immediately, I know I shouldn't have done that. I couldn't help myself. Elena is so enchanting. Nervously, I'm biting my lip. I don't often take risks and this is exactly why. Call it embarrassment or rejection but I feel like crap. I rest my head downward. Elena quickly removes herself from the situation. She walks away from me in a haste to the other side of the room.

The song ends. I fucked up. She warned me and I did not listen. Elena is still in love with her epic romance with Stefan. One nobody, except maybe Damon, could deviate her from.

A compelled waiter walks by carrying a tray of champagne glasses. I take one from the waiter and he continues on his way.

A classic tradition for these formal events. It is comforting knowing these traditions are still present in elite society. I have always liked the title of the elite. I cannot help but find content in knowing I am better than everyone else. After all, I grow up in a village where my family was subordinate to the supernatural. Wolves forcing us to live in fear once a month. Now, there is no one I fear. My family is at the top of the food chain.

This event, well it sucks. The rest of my night becomes miserable. I cannot wait for this charade to end. All I want is to feast on one of these snobbish humans. I've tried to be on good behavior lately. For Elena. But what good am I pretending when the girl will never see me as anything more than her captor.

I begin to stalk humans. Scanning my eyes across the room. Picking out prey for the night. One of my favorite pastimes is deciding on the perfect victim. I like them connected. Seeing how their loved ones react and mourn is another pleasure of mine. I also like them young and luscious. No sticks, I like my dinner juicy. Of course, I'm no witch. I would never fatten them up like Hansel and Grettle were. I select my dinner and I hunt. Hunting and gathering societies were so much better than today. They had the right idea. Shoot a dinner and eat it that very same day. I like my dinner warm and straight from the vain.

Klaus has been watching me - making sure I do not cause too much of a scene. I'm sick of being on such good behavior. I'm not a saint. In fact, one might even compare me to the devil himself. See my brother might be called a demon, but I'm the real devil. Who gives a shit where my siblings are concerned. I like causing scenes. I like people in a panic. It's invigorating.

There is a mid 30s woman in the back of the room is dressed in a slimming black gown. Highlighting every curve. My mouth cannot help but water at the thought of my fangs sinking into her neck. Ugh, it's delightful.

I prefer not to compel my dinner. It makes the chase less fun. Seeing the fear in their eyes is the best part. Them knowing they're going to die. But they can't escape. I'm too fast, too strong, too smart, too much of an apex predator. Just how I like it.

The woman is with her husband. Even better. Seeing the terror from him as I drain his wife could be fun.

"Kol," I hear an annoyance. I do not need to turn around to know Elijah is behind me.

"Elijah," I say. If Elijah cannot sense the irritation in my voice then he would be an idiot.

"I know that look Kol. Not here. Not tonight," my brother tries to give me a threatening look.

I'm just pissed. He informs me there are blood bags in the kitchen. I can put it in a glass and all the clueless humans will assume it is red wine.

Whatever.

I'm not fazed but Elijah keeps an eye on me for the rest of the night. Making it impossible for me to feed on a human.

Elena also avoids me for the rest of the night. It's like anytime I take one step, she takes one step in the opposite direction.