AN: Hi, this is my first full-length Vampire Diaries story, which gives me goosebumps. I love this idea and story line that is grinding around in my head.

Plus I love-love-love the Mikaelsons.

They made that show, honestly.

Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 1: Give me Love

The Sun poured into the bedroom. The light and dust collided into multiple tiny dark sparkles. The brown wood shined like polished mahogany, despite the aged and cracked wood was coated in dust. Jars of herbs and crushed powders crowded the desk. Scrolls and books open with remnants of stray specks of green, red, yellow and pink loitered on the crisp and frayed pages.

Kol smirked at the low snoring and sometimes snoring woman. He traced across her face with his ring finger. He absorbed all the thick eyelashes and memorized every inch of her skin. He brushed aside a strand of wavy brown hair. Her lips parted with a small huff and then resumed her soft snores. He then kissed her temple and he detached his arms and chest from her sleeping form.

His feet hit the cracked floor and he flashed over to collect a pair of shoes. His least favorite pair of Crocs. Those rubber soles made him want to teach humans a lesson in style. They lost their fashion card the day they pushed those monstrous rubber shoes into the human market.

Gods, she was amazing.

Truly. He had never met an innocent witch like her. All of them played alongside him to murder his siblings. Most would never have lifted their ghostly fingers to assist him and guide him back to his true body.

Witches were astounding. They never disappointed. They were stubborn beings, but when they were finally ripped away from their righteous stances, they amazed Kol.

He loved witches. Worshipped them like goddesses. Perhaps, they were in many ways. They provided him what had been stripped by his parents. News flash, Kol Mikaelson never desired to become immortal, invincible or better than the werewolves.

They understood the bonds magic erected. They respected them, they never attempted to break them, even when the tides turned. They kept their oaths and erected the foundation that refused the rejection of their descendants.

Not his family, though. Their family adored the killing and betrayal of one another. His mother was torn between her duty as a wife and a loyal sister. She failed in both aspects. Esther was a monster, betrayer and mutilator to the nature she had sworn absolute fealty to.

Words, promises and all bonds forsworn. Kol Mikaelson observed and noted all the stark truths and half lies from his mother. Why should he attempt to alter his ways? His mother never certainly did.

They didn't even try to aid him when he lost the last parts of his humanity. The Mikaelsons cared for their own individual desires. Mikaelsons laughed at those who continued to help others.

Kol turned away from his sleeping lover. His mahogany eyes latched on to a tiny wooden duck twisted on an aged and dusty leather strand.

Oh…Eira…

She never deserved to die. Her eyes like his own and her long tresses of brown wavy hair also hair, but she contained her mother's infinite compassion and joy.

Qualities Kol Mikaelson never earned; even before his transformation. Two joys that had been snatched away from him.

The only two joys that ever mattered. Before his dark vampire nature invaded his human cells and infected him with the yearning to slaughter and consume gallons of warm blood.

Cold blood held little appeal and flavor.

Vampires, especially his family and his bastard of a brother, didn't. They took what was theirs. Even Elijah and Finn never minded the greater balance and bonds nature urged all to seize. They draped their guilt and their needs around their heads like a soft holy shawl. The elder Mikaelson children refused to look behind and examine the wider scope of the world.

Finn, especially, adhered to his human impulses. He rarely indulged on his vampiric desires, blood and violence. Shame, really, it might have bonded them as the sociopathic family they wanted.

Elijah almost entered the central requirement to becoming on Kol's level, except he allowed his devotion to his siblings to gravitate him around the Mikaelson duty. He chained himself to Nik's cause, even when his personal safety was compromised over and over again. And every romantic partner he cherished either betrayed him or was killed by Nik out of spite.

Kol pitied how pathetic his brother was.

They clung to the violence and blood. Even Elijah and Finn. Poor Finn, he couldn't escape the murderous he tried so hard to deny.

Not to say, violence wasn't thrilling or fun. He loved ripping out hearts and crippling his enemies. If any the Gilberts or their allies ever attempted to enter this city…

Well he'd create a fresh and brutal torture that would mark him as the worst and most dangerous of his family. And then no one would try to slaughter him. Again.

A cruel smile tilted up into his jaw line. His white teeth gleaming in the morning light. He glanced around the attic they were cooped up in. Hidden away like bats. Kol rolled his eyes at the irony. A beauty and the beast hidden in a tower. Both of whom could never escape the lingering danger the city's King radiated and intoxicated across his precious kingdom.

Did Marcel really believe he could keep her trapped her and do his bidding? Foolish child. Children needed to learn their place.

Klaus should have realized that long ago.

Even Kol understood that.

Why Klaus kept him around?

Kol scoffed. Perhaps Nik thought Marcel remembered the power Nik wielded. Or that Marcel would be eager to step down the minute Nik executed Mikael and terminated his curse. No one who was raised as Mikaelson handed anything over willingly. It was their nature.

Kol admired Marcel for standing up to Klaus when few ever attempted such a feat.

"Kol…" sighed Davina.

He turned back to his lover and stared at her as she stirred from her sleep.

"Good morning, darling," he greeted.

A sweet smile enveloped her sleepy human face. A spark of humanity pierced Kol briefly before he swallowed down the predatory urge to pierce his fangs into her pulsating neck.

"What an adorable pair you are," taunted a smooth British voice.

A wave of anger and anxiety for Davina's life reverberated throughout Kol. He pushed down the urge to dash over and pull out

Kol whipped his head toward the mocking voice.

"What do you want, Nik?" demanded Kol.

"Klaus…" Davina stated with burning rage.

He positioned himself in front of Davina. Nik darted his eyes between Davina and Kol with a cold, mocking stare.

"At the moment, nothing. But I'm willing to take the life of the one witch who thwarted my plans," Nik stated with feigned poise.

His green-blue eyes aimed at Davina's neck and spine. Nik's mental clogs appeared to spin. Lucky for Davina, Kol was present.

Kol had to admit the fact his brother provided a somewhat polite demeanor throughout his threats and confrontations wasn't a tiny bit admirable. It was just flat out irritating. Nik sure loved showing off.

Nik's dimples popped. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing her brother. After all, you've never minded sharing the unremarkable people in your life."

Davina's jaw dropped, and her face morphed into a mixture of offense and sleepiness. Nik only smirked with his signature dimples puffed out like proud peacock feathers.

Kol growled. His eyes turned a red and his veins streamed down his cheeks. His fists tightened and his jaw clenched.

Nik merely deepened his smirk back at his brother. An innocent yet menacing gleam swirled in his blue-green eyes.

"Careful Kol, we wouldn't want your pure witch to see you lose your temper," Nik cautioned.

Kol narrowed his eyes and stepped into Nik's personal space.

"Kol. Don't," Davina pleaded. Her voice tinted in worry and sleep.

Why did she take so long to wake up?

He needed her to get ready to kick Nik's ass. Taking down Niklaus Mikaelson was a two-person job.

"Listen to your witch, brother," Nik said with a threatening gaze.

"What do you want, Klaus?" asked Davina.

Nik paused and looked around the attic. "I thought you two would have chosen a better place to live. Somewhere cleaner."

Davina clamped her lips together. Her face contorted in furious offense.

Kol retracted his fangs and his red veins vanished. "Get on with it Nik, I don't have all day."

Nik nodded and parted his dimple-popping and annoying smug mouth. "We have a common enemy."

"You," remarked Kol.

Nik ignored him. Raising a finger to a thread hanging from the ceiling. A broken piece of glass was tied to the bottom of the thread. He plucked off the glass piece and rolled it around in his palm. Then he tossed it to the polished bed post. It landed inches from Davina's scalp. She yelped and stood up on the bed.

"What the hell?" shouted Davina.

Kol rushed into Nik and pulled him by the lapels. He sneered in Nik's face who merely smirked and his blue-green eyes reflected a threatening yet amused gleam. Kol tightened his grip before releasing Nik who grinned in triumph.

"Careful, brother. Remember how it ended last time. I'd hate to have Davina have resurrect you a second time," chided Nik.

Kol winced internally. He considered himself an immortal who handled any situation with impulsive reaction. Kol would indeed return to his previous dead status if continued barreling and directly attacking Nik.

Kol Mikaelson was many things. Reckless, immature, and murder-happy, but not repetitive and stupid. He was a quick learner, and he refused to reprise his past impulsive mistakes that led to his death by the Gilberts' plot.

Kol Mikaelson valued life. Death was not fun or thrilling as the life he venerated. And Hell was worse than he ever believed it to be. He was not going back there. Ever.

"Kol, what are you doing?" demanded Davina.

Davina loathed Nik, more than all of the remaining Mikaelson siblings did. And she thought she was the only one who suffered from Nik. Kol refused for Nik to become the ruthless Klaus persona he loved to drape over his body. Especially with Davina near.

"…" Kol glared at Nik.

"My brother has come to his senses," remarked Nik.

Kol turned to face his lover and lifted her down from the bed. He caressed her hair. Those beautiful strands shined in the darkening light, her hands whitened, her jaw clenched and her eyes blaring into Nik's skull. Kol coughed to hide his amusement from her.

Gods, why did nature curse him so?

"Davina...I have to help my brother," stated Kol.

Kol would regret this, he knew. Every time his brother dragged into his schemes, Kol was wounded or engaged with his brother's enemies' fights. He'd rather travel or seduce beautiful mouthy witches.

"Have you forgotten what he's done?!" demanded Davina.

Kol snorted. How could he forget? He ignored his lover and directed his menacing brown gaze to Nik.

"Who is threatening you this time, Nik? Has that Bennett witch decided to melt your brains?" Kol mocked.

Kol wished he had the girl on speed dial. Maybe she could blast his brother into his proper place.

Nik rolled his eyes. "Someone who you've never met."

And…Nik ignored his quips. Pity, they were excellent ones.

"And? All this mystery bores me Nik," stated an unimpressed Kol.

Nik raised a brow. "So you will help."

Only Nik could mix hostility into simple phrases.

Kol nodded. "But…"

Nik huffed. "What, brother?"

"Davina stays out," ordered Kol.

"Well…" dragged out Nik.

"No. She. Does. Not. Get. Involved." Kol demanded with a sneer.

Nik smirked. "That's fine. I'd rather not have her anywhere near me. Besides I have someone more helpful…"

On cue, the dark haired tanned female strode in with a permanent frown etched across her face. Kol rolled his eyes.

Kol groaned. "What's with the wolf bitch?"

Since when was Hayley helpful? Kol needed Nik to stop using slobbering mongrels from sniffing up old clues and digging up bones. They needed actual help. Like witches or warlocks or any vampires Nik could use his "Klaus" leverage over.

"I don't have time for whatever brother drama this is," indifferently stated the she-beast.

"You'd make time for seducing Elijah. And then tucking him in," remarked Kol.

Hayley bared her fangs at Kol. Kol smirked and then mockingly winked at the dog.

"Enough, Kol," ordered Nik.

"Why should I suddenly respect the women you've slept with? You've never done the same courtesy for me," snarked Kol.

Nik narrowed his eyes for a moment and a tension coated the room. Kol returned the glare tenfold. Then suddenly Nik dropped his anger and then stepped into Kol's personal space. Kol raised a brow at his brother.

"You have a point, brother," agreed Nik.

What the hell…

Nik really needed his help, otherwise, he would have stabbed Kol's heart a hundred times over. And then snap his neck for a dozen times, at least.

"This person we are facing is…annoying," stated Nik.

Kol snorted. "More than Elijah. Or Finn."

"Both," said Nik with a shudder.

Nik clamped Kol on the back and gestured for Kol to follow him over to the grime-covered window.

Kol's back turned as Hayley stared down Davina who shook her head. Hayley flickered her eyes to Kol and then to Klaus and raised an eyebrow at Davina. Davina lowered her eyes to the floor and then slowly looked to Hayley. She nodded and Hayley grinned with her white teeth glowing in the darkened light.

Davina stared with wide eyes at Kol's back with her lips tipped down. Hayley's teeth morphed into an animalistic sneer and a silent snarl escaped her lips. Her gaze pointed at both Kol and Klaus.