I'm so sorry for the super long wait but this chapter was really hard to write and I had to rewrite it a couple of times. Anyway, thank you so much for the support and reviews and love and your patience. You guys are seriously the best!
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Chapter 2: The Lovers
Paris, France
"Okay, Notre Dame is cool and all but let's go see Eiffel Tower," I whined at Kol who was admiring the wall of the cathedral.
"Patience, love," he said, not even glancing at me. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
"Is this because I killed your breakfast earlier?" I asked and he shrugged, giving me the silent treatment. "What are you, five?" I asked, sighing exasperatedly.
"I didn't even get to taste her," he growled at me and I gave him a sweet smile.
"Well, good. She was getting too handsy with you," I said and he laughed.
"I suppose jealousy does look good on you," he said, leaning into me with a smile on his face and I pushed him away.
"We're in cathedral, let's not make out," I said and he grinned.
"Alright, what's this tower you cannot stop babbling about?" he asked, taking my hand and exiting the famous cathedral.
"Eiffel Tower! Okay, when were you last in Paris?" I asked.
"During the revolution," he answered. "And in my defense, the tower hadn't been built yet."
"Well yeah, Eiffel Tower was built to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the revolution," I said.
"What's so special about this Eiffel Tower?" he asked and I gaped before laughing.
"It's like a symbol of love and romance," I said and he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, I'm already not liking this tower," he said grumpily and I pouted.
"Oh come on, it's not everyday we're in Paris," I said, already hailing a cab before he could protest. "There's also this bridge where we write our names on a padlock and threw the key into Seine river." Kol shook his head and I pursed my lips, disappointed although not entirely surprise by his lack of enthusiasm. I felt his gaze on me and I continued staring at the window, effectively ignoring him.
"Thanks," I said to the driver and paid him once we're arrived. "Oh my god, it's a lot bigger and taller than I expected," I said in amazement, looking over the Eiffel Tower. I felt Kol took my hand in his, brushing my knucles with his thumb softly.
"Forgive me?" he asked suddenly and I sighed.
"Look Kol, you need to understand. It's not everyday I'm in Paris and when I'm here I want to go to these places with you. But if you don't want to it's okay," I said trying hard not to sound bitter. He shook his head, pulling me closer to his body.
"You know that I want to. I want to see the new world with you," he said and I raised my eyebrow. "But I'm not a romantic." I frowned at him before bursting with laughter.
"All I ask is a lunch and doing that thing with the lock on the bridge," I said. "That lock thing symbolizes that we'll be together for eternity."
"Well we don't need that to prove anything," he said, scrunching his nose in distaste.
"You still have doubts don't you?" I questioned him sternly and he sighed. "About us?" I guessed and he looked away.
"My, my, Kol Mikaelson!" a French accented voice interrupted us and I saw Kol's eyes darkened before a roguish grin flashed on his face. I turned around to see a man in his mid twenties, wavy dark blonde hair that stopped just shy above his shoulder. "What in the devil are you doing here?" he asked, grinning and they shook hands before hugging like two long lost brother.
"Don't tell me you never left this place?" Kol asked and the vampire chuckled.
"I'm here to see how my business is doing, that's all. I stayed for a while after the Revolution and then you disappeared without a word! Where were you?" He asked. Okay, Kol said he didn't have friends. This one certainly looked like one but Kol looked too guarded around this guy.
"Daggered of course," Kol said with a scoff. I didn't notice when Kol did it but he was standing in front of me, almost as if to hide myself behind him from this vampire. The vampire tilted his head to the left and raised his eyebrows at me before smiling.
"And who's this pretty lady?" he asked, his blue eyes glinting darkly. Now I know why they're friends.
"Vanessa Gilbert," I said, extending my hand and returning his smile charmingly.
"Donatien Alphonse François, the one and only Marquis de Sade," he said, kissing my knuckles as Kol snorted.
"Are you seriously still introducing yourself that way?" Kol asked, amused.
"Just bragging. Have you heard of me?" Donatien asked me, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.
"I think I've heard the name," I said and he clutched his chest where his heart was, pretending to be hurt. "Are you famous?" I asked, laughing at his antics.
He bent down to level his eyes with mine, a Chesire grin, the one that reminded me of Kol's played on his lips. "The word 'sadism' was created after my name," he said with a wink before straightening up to look at Kol.
"How long are you staying here?"
"We're leaving after this," Kol said and I refrained myself from frowning at the change of plans.
"Aww, come on. Drinks tonight? For old time's sake?"
"Sure, mate," Kol said after hesitating and I flinched when Donatien brushed my cheek suddenly.
"And I was hoping to get a taste of her," he said to Kol and I frowned. Donatien glanced at me and grinned. "You must be very delicious if Kol decides to keep you around. And good in bed I'm sure."
"Hands off, mate. You know I don't like it when people touch what is mine," Kol said indifferently, and Donatien reluctantly removed his hand from my face.
"You must be very good," he said again, smirking. "Is she sired to you?" Donatien asked Kol, looking at both of us. "No? Oh well, I've got a girl sired to me, she was the best. She'd do anything I say without any question. But of course, you however, can always compel her," he said, nodding at me.
"Anyway, I have to go," he said giving Kol a card. "Tonight at eleven," he said and grinned at me as he gave me a little wave.
"See you tonight," Kol said. We waited for a while until he was out of sight and earshot when I turned to Kol.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Darling-"
"He thinks I'm your sex slave or something," I scoffed and he shook his head.
"You're more than that," he said and I glared at him.
"Oh is that so? Then why didn't you bother to correct him?" I asked angrily and almost childishly.
"Donatien is a cruel man, almost as cruel as I am. If he knows you mean something to me, he'll kill you."
"I thought you two are friends," I said and he sighed.
"Do I look like I have many friends?" he asked. "Look, it's better if he remains to think that way. Besides, I have a reputation to uphold," Kol said and I gaped, looking at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped and Kol opened his mouth before it closed again, realizing his mistake.
"You know who I am," he said gently, taking my hand in his. I frowned, snatching my hand away from his touch.
"Of course, how could I forget. Kol Mikaelson does not love," I said snidely and glared at him, before walking away, disappearing before the crowd.
"Isn't it too early to get drunk?" a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts and I put down the bourbon, smiling.
"It's happy hour somewhere in the world, sister. That's what you taught me," I said, turning to my right, and my grin widened.
"Did you miss me?" Katherine asked and I laughed, pretending to think.
"I'd be lying if I say no," I said and she pulled me into a hug.
"It's been a really, really long time isn't it?" she said and turned to the bartender. "Scotch on the rocks," she compelled.
"Yeah, the last time we saw each other I couldn't really talk. Not with Mikael's hand wrapped around my heart about to rip it off," I said and she laughed.
"Yeah, after the plan failed I had to run. Again," she said, thanking the bartender and taking a sip of her drink. "Finally huh? Out of that wretched town," she said and I shrugged.
"Yeah, finally," I said trying to sound cheerful and she waited for a moment.
"With Kol Mikaelson," she pointed out and I rolled my eyes, half-smiling.
"You disapprove?" I asked and she made a face, before sipping on her drink. I waited for Katherine to give me her brutally honest opinion and she didn't disappoint.
"The only thing that family will bring you is death. But of course, knowing you, you do like to flirt with death," she said and I laughed.
"It's not like I ask for it. I just somehow...always be in near-death situations," I said and she tilted her head to the side, looking at me affectionately.
"But you'll survive. You're a survivor, a fighter," she said and I grinned.
"Just like you," I said and raised my glass. "To our survival."
"To another five hundred years," she said with a smirk and clinked her glass with mine. "So why are you drinking alone in the middle of the day and not with your psychopath boyfriend?" she asked and I sighed.
"He bumped into his old friend, disregarded me as his girlfriend, telling me he has a reputation to uphold," I ranted and huffed in annoyance. I looked at Katherine for a response and noticed how her eyebrows were furrowed and she looked at me worriedly. "What?"
"Vanessa...he does have a reputation to uphold," she said, making me froze in my seat. "You know that, right?" Suddenly I could hear my blood pumping in my ear.
"Yeah, I know. He's not a saint," I said, trying to brush it off and Katherine played with her drink in grim silence.
"You do know about his reputation, right?" she asked me after a moment.
"What are you implying?" I asked her.
"He's worse than Klaus," she whispered to me, frowning. "That's why I'm so worried for you."
"I know Kol. I've seen him," I told her.
"We are not saints, Vanessa. But Kol is something else. He's the wildest in his family and for centuries he's built himself a reputation that preceeds even Klaus himself," Katherine said almost in fear. I remembered how even Klaus had warned me about Kol on the night of the Mikaelson ball. He said he would look like a saint next to Kol.
"The things that he'd done..." Katherine said, and I shook my head, having none of it.
"I appreciate you looking after me, Kat," I cut her off.
"No! If you know half the things that he had done, you wouldn't be with him right now," Katherine said and sighed. "And he has many enemies. If they find out about you, you'll be their target."
"Oh please, I've been targeted many times enough thanks to Elena. I can handle this," I said and Katherine sighed.
"I know you can. As I said, I was just looking out for you," she said, her tone becoming gentle.
"Thank you," I said genuinely and she shrugged.
"I've lost my sister once, not about to do it again," she said and I looked at her.
"Did you...meet her?" I asked her carefully and she nodded in silence.
"Yeah, I did. I decided we should go separate ways because you know...I'm used to it," she said.
"But still," I trailed off, not really knowing what to say. "She's your sister," I said softly.
"Elena's your sister too," she shot back at me and I rolled my eyes at her response. She sighed and took another sip.
"Like I said, I lost my sister. I don't even know who she is when Elijah brought her to me," Katherine said. "Sorry she tried to kill you," Katherine added and I chuckled.
"It's okay, you tried to kill my sister, your sister tried to kill me," I shrugged and Katherine laughed. "We're even."
"What happened to you and Elijah?" Katherine asked, changing the topic smoothly and I pursed my lips.
"I don't know," I said honestly and she sighed.
"Elijah loves you," she said and I looked at her, eyebrow raised. "That's why Cass was pretty furious."
"I don't know, his ex-girlfriend looks like me. Kinda a turn off," I joked and Katherine hummed.
"I guess, it's just...he's the better man for you, you know? At least Elijah has a moral code while Kol is all-"
"Psychotic?" Kol's voice interrupted her and Katherine's face drained of all colour. He slammed her head onto the counter and pinned her against the wall in vampire speed. "I'd appreciate it if you do not talk about me to my girlfriend like that," he hissed, his fangs came forth along with his anger.
"Enough," I said, tearing him away from Katherine. "Kol," I called him, as he glared at Katherine, seething. I glanced behind my shoulder, looking at the terrified Katherine. "Go, I'll catch up with you later."
"No!" I half screamed, managed to grab Kol's arm before he could chase her and perhaps kill her. "Stop this!" I yelled and Kol glared down at me.
"What else did she say?" he asked me harshly and I frowned at him.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked him angrily, waving my hand off to the bartender who was about to help.
"You walked out on me without a word and I caught you drinking with that doppelganger who was mouthing me-"
"You were the one who said you have a reputation to uphold. That means you shouldn't be seen with me, huh? I'm supposed to just be your toy, your freaking sex slave. Go ahead then, treat me like one," I said angrily, jabbing him in the chest hard. Kol growled and pushed me into the wall with force that I heard it cracked behind me.
"Stop it," he said through his gritted teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. Gently I touched his face, trying to calm him down, to bring him back to me.
"What are you so angry about?" I asked him softly and he let out a shaky breath, before letting his head down, his forehead touching mine.
"I'm not angry at you," he admitted softly, his eyes closed and a single tear rolled onto his cheek, catching me off guard.
"Hey," I said gently, stroking his face.
"I'm angry at myself," he said and let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry," he said genuinely and I leaned in to kiss him softly, before meeting his eyes.
"I love you," he said softly and a smile broke out of my lips, hearing those words from him for the very first time.
"Wow, that was a sudden change of event," I joked lightly and he laughed before pulling me for a deep kiss.
"I know you don't like it, and I don't like it either. But for your sake..." Kol said and I rolled my eyes, applying the mascara. We were getting ready to meet with Kol's so called best friend.
"Yeah, yeah, we're not lovers," I said begrudgingly and Kol smirked. "You know, he wanted to go out with you, I don't have to come," I said.
"I need to make sure he didn't do anything to you and the only way I can do that is if you're there, with me," he said and I smirked.
"I can take care of myself," I said and he nodded in agreement, kissing my shoulder.
"I know that," he said and I tilted my head to the side, giving him access to my neck. I sighed in content as he kissed my neck slowly, making his way up to my ear. "If he touches you," Kol trailed off, nibbling my ear and I grinned, ticklish.
"I'll break his fingers and rip his hands off," I said nonchalantly and Kol chuckled a little, his other hand stroking down my back. "Then I use his fingers to gouge his own eyeballs," I continued and Kol grinned, hoisting me up onto the dressing table before kissing me roughly.
"You're beginning to sound like me," he said affectionately and I laughed.
"Oh gosh, I hope not," I said jokingly and he glared at me.
"Is that an insult?" He asked and I grinned at his reaction before he continued to glare and I batted my eyelashes at him.
"Are you mad?" I asked, trying hard not to smile. I bit my lower lip when he didn't say anything and giggled. "Kol," I whined, stroking his upper body before reaching for his belt. I raised my eyebrow at him suggestively and he rolled his eyes, although the corner of his lips twitched threatening to form a smile.
"Are you still mad?" I asked playfully, grinning as I unbuckled his belt before sliding off the dressing table, kneeling in front of him. "You won't be much longer," I added with a giggle, looking up at Kol to meet his eyes.
"Just get on with it," he said and I laughed, unzipping his jeans.
"Real classy," I said, enterring the strip club. I slapped Kol's arm angrily when I noticed him looking over his shoulder, his eyes ogling the brunette in black corset.
"What," he asked defensively, before slapping my ass lightly. "You know I like yours better," he said with a grin and I smacked his chest.
"You really don't know how to be a boyfriend," I muttered under my breath. Kol wrapped a hand around my shoulder, pulling me close before planting a kiss on my hair.
"And yet you love me," he said affectionately. I cleared my throat as I spotted his old friend and Kol removed his hand from me.
"Kol, Vanessa! Glad you could make it," he said, pouring us a drink. "Or would you like some blood?" he asked me, snapping his fingers and two girls clad in white see through lingerie quickly walked over to us.
"Are they prostitutes?" I asked in disdain and Donatien burst out laughing.
"I prefer the word courtesans," the blond vampire said but shook his head. "And no, they're virgins, only the best for my sire and his girlfriend," he said and I glanced at Kol when Donatien used that term.
"Girlfriend?"
"So tell me, how do you two meet?" he asked, snapping his fingers and the human placed her wrist in front of his mouth. "I imagined it'd take an exquisite woman to grab his attention."
"Well I was undaggered after almost a century, and Nik was at war with her family," Kol said which prompted me to laugh.
"At war is one way to put it," I said, sipping on the bourbon. "His mother held a ball as a plan to kill them and he flirted with me just to piss his brother off," I told and Kol laughed. As childish as his action was back then, it did get us to this point.
"So it's like Romeo and Juliet? Forbidden love with dramas from both families," Donatien said and I laughed, hiding how uncomfortable I was with his question. I noticed how his eyes darkened despite his playful gesture and smiles which made me wary of him.
"Oh trust me, we didn't really care if my family didn't like him or anything. I come from a complicated family," I said.
"Well, darling, what was your first impression on him?" he prodded and I glanced at Kol.
"He was an ass," I said and Kol glared at me.
"I was the perfect gentleman," Kol argued and I chuckled.
"You wouldn't leave me alone," I said and he shrugged.
"When I want something, I get it," he said and I rolled my eyes.
"So you were a vampire when you met?" Donatien asked in slight confusion and I stared at him, trying to understand the underlying meaning to his question.
"Yeah, why?" I asked and Donatien turned to Kol, raising his eyebrows.
"He prefers human, that's all," he said and I smirked.
"As playthings, sure," Kol said sharply, his tone getting darker and I placed a hand gently on his thigh.
"What about you? What exactly is your business?" I asked.
"Well, this. I operated a brothel back in the days and it's a place where vampires can feed without fearing of being exposed. As the world evolved, it turned into something else. I owned bars, strip clubs all over the countries," he said cheerfully. "Where are you headed next?"
"Spain or Germany. We haven't decided yet," Kol said.
"We're travelling the Europe and then we'll see," I said.
"Oh, you're in honeymoon then?" he asked playfully and Kol raised his eyebrow at Donatien at his question. "Forgive me if I'm full of questions. It's not everyday you see Kol Mikaelson in love," he said.
"If you think for a second that I've gone soft-"
"You are Kol Mikaelson. You have a reputation to uphold," Donatien said the same words that came out of Kol's mouth earlier today. "Everyone has been talking about you falling head over heels for some girl when you had been claiming that love is vampire's greatest weakness for the past centuries."
"I'm leaving. If I stay any longer I might rip your tongue out," I hissed at Donatien to which he grin.
"Ah, isn't she a fiery little thing. I guess I can see why you fancy her," he commented. I rolled my eyes and stood up to leave when Kol grabbed my wrist.
"It was great to see you, mate," Kol said, preparing to leave as well.
"Come on now, let's have some fun-" Donatien's words were cut off by Kol's hand that was wrapped around his neck.
"I am Kol Mikaelson," he said darkly, his vampire face, bared. Kol dig his fingers into Donatien's throat and blood started pouring and drenching his blue shirt. Kol looked at the vampire before him in hatred before ripping his tongue out and throwing it on the floor in disgust. "You were right, I do have a reputation to uphold," he said and grinned at the sight of Donatien gurgling in his own blood.
"So where to next?" Kol asked me casually as we walked out of the strip club.
"It's almost midnight and Eiffel Tower has this light show every hour that goes on for five minutes. It's magical-If you want to..." I trailed off, giving him the chance to decline. He chuckled a little before pulling me closer and pecked me on the lips.
"You know darling, I'm trying to build a new reputation," he said softly. "Trying to be the best lover for the fiery little vampire over here," he said and I laughed, wrapping my hands around his neck.
"That's cheesy," I said and he rolled his eyes.
"You like it when I'm being cheesy," he said and I grinned.
"That's true. But not all the time, please. You have a reputation to uphold," I reminded and he shrugged.
"To Eiffel Tower then," he said, kissing me softly.
Lisbon, Portugal - 1 month later
I was by myself, taking a walk at the city while Kol was slaughtering someone somewhere. I used to think he liked to play and kill humans for fun but after spending everyday with him, I realized there was more to it. He wasn't a ripper like Stefan, he could control himself if he wanted to. And that was it. He didn't want to control himself. He once told me he relished in his bloodlust because he lost his magic. He needed to feel something and the only way he could do that was through blood. And it was normal for me not join him at times and let him have fun by himself.
Jeremy had also called last night to tell me about his situation. He had become some sort of a hunter, a part of The Five. He confessed that he was having a hard time being around Elena and told me it was best if I didn't come home for the time being as he still couldn't control the urge to kill vampires.
"Hey there, do you want a reading?" a dark haired woman with scarf wrapped around her head and big hoop earrings interrupted my thoughts. In front of her was a crystal ball and I raised an eyebrow at her. She was dressed like a gypsy woman from the Halloween costume that Caroline once wore when we were a kid and I shook my head.
"No, thanks. I don't believe in that kind of stuff," I said and she laughed.
"You're a vampire and still cynical about magic," she said and I looked at her in surprise.
"What? I uh...I thought you were-"
"A fraud? A little bit," she said with a laugh, gesturing at her clothing. "This is just for theatrics. Come on, I don't see many vampires around here," she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her.
"Is that why you're so friendly?" I asked.
"Vampires, witches, succubi, I don't discriminate," she said and I glanced around at the people walking down the streets, making sure they didn't hear us. It was a busy street and everyone was simply minding their own business.
"Well, that's new," I commented, taking a seat in front of her. "Most witches hate vampires."
"Those who practice Traditional Magic, yes, they do hate vampires and also my kind.
"There're different kind of witches?" I asked, intrigued and she shook her head.
"Different kind of magic," she corrected and reached out for a deck of tarot cards and began shuffling it. After shuffling thrice, she spreaded the cards out and told me to choose three cards.
"Can you promise not to kill me after this?" she asked and I smirked.
"That bad huh?" I asked and the woman smiled sweetly.
"Just in case," she said with a shrug. "This card represent your past, present and future," she pointed at the card laid in front of me one by one.
"Okay," I said, reminding myself not to actually believe it. The woman took a deep breath before turning the card over one by one. "The Devil, Two of Cups and Death."
I picked up how her heartbeat quickened a little before she calmed herself down. "Death?" I asked, almost amused. "Hopefully not yours," I added playfully and she brushed the threat off.
"Don't be alarmed, sweet girl. Having Death card showed up can be a good thing. It's not usually a physical death, it's more like...an end to something bad," she said as she looked over the cards.
"The Devil shows up in your past, which is a relief. It means someone had been controlling your life, holding you back from your happiness," she said, pointing at the woman in chain. "But the chain has been broken, and you've escaped the devil himself."
"Herself," I corrected as Elena crossed my mind.
"Do you see this man and a woman? This card showed up in the previous reading and it represented her and her husband. The thing about tarot cards is that it is different for everyone. You may pick the same card but it brings a different meaning for you," she said.
"But how can the meaning change?" I asked. It's impractical, in my opinion.
"You chose the cards, I interpret and read them for you. Whatever comes to my mind as I look at your cards, whatever small things that I noticed in your cards, that's how it works," she explained. "As I've said before, the man and the woman reprensented the couple, but for you, it doesn't. Do you have a brother?"
"Yes," I answered hesitantly.
"The Devil is not sitting on a throne, meaning she doesn't actually have powers over you. So she's not a mother. Sister?"
"Yes," I said, slightly impressed at her guess.
"Look at the chains around their neck, it's loose. You have the power to set yourself free if you want to. Perhaps it's time your brother follows your footsteps or bad things might happen to him," she said and I nodded.
"I'll keep that in mind," I muttered to myself, remembering my phone call with Jeremy last night. He was hesitant to tell me but he caved in anyway and I was furious to learn that Elena had stabbed his neck because of her hallucination from killing the Hunter and Jeremy was lucky that he was wearing the Gilbert ring.
"Moving on, the Two of Cups. This card tells a union between two souls, a good sign if you're already in a relationship. It confirms your feeling for him and that he is your soulmate," she said and I couldn't help but smiled. "The present can't exist without the past, so you escaping the Devil led you to this union."
"Well then the future can't exist without the present, it doesn't mean the end of my relationship, is it?" I asked, slightly worried at the Death card.
"No..." she said slowly, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "Two of Cups is a weak card, it isn't The Lovers. So this card is influenced by the rest, and...I dare not say that this Death card signifies the end of your union. Why don't you pick another two cards? Think about the Death card and ask what it means."
I couldn't shake the bad feeling that was crawling in my stomach up to my throat, and my heart was beating furiously. I chose two cards and she flipped them over. Even though I knew nothing about tarot cards, both of the cards that I had chosen didn't seem good. And the gypsy woman seemed to agree as her heart skipped a beat in terror before she looked up to meet my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," she said before pointing at the cards. "When Five of Cups accompanied Death, it means you'll suffer a great loss and shall grief and the death, unfortunately is not a metaphor. Preparing for the tragedy may make it more...bearable," she said gently and I felt the blood drained from my face.
"Whose death is it?" I asked, reminding myself not to completely believe her although I couldn't help feeling anxious by the second.
"Three of Swords tells that you'll suffer a heartbreak and betrayal from those closest to you. When it comes with the Death card, Three of Swords confirms the loss of love. I'd say it's just the end of a relationship but the Five of Cups...it'd mean death," she said hesitantly. I looked at the woman for a second, trying to see if it was a joke and when she just stared back at me in pity, I threw the money on the table and walked back to the hotel. I stopped by at the bar and ordered a few drinks, trying to take my mind off it.
Later that night, I took a hot bath to relax myself and when I was done, Kol entered the room and smiled.
"Hey," he said, kissing me passionately and untying my bathrobe.
"Someone's cheerful," I said dryly and he laughed, kissing my neck.
"And you're tense. What happened?" he asked, worried.
"It's nothing..." I said and Kol gave me a look.
"Tell me," he said and I sighed.
"I met a gypsy today and she gave me a reading," I finally said and he frowned.
"A reading?"
"Tarot card reading," I told him.
"Did The Lovers card show up?" he asked playfully, his hand lazily tracing my bare thighs.
"You believe in this? Tarot cards and fortune teller," I asked him in disbelief.
"She's a real witch, isn't she?" Kol asked.
"Yeah," I said hesitantly.
"Then sure. Did she say something bad was going to happen?" He asked.
"No," I said a little too quickly. "But isn't it kinda superstitious to believe in this kind of thing?"
"Darling, you're a vampire," Kol said, laughing but stopped after he saw how serious I was. "I spent some time with the witches, and there aren't many witches who are gifted with the sight so they used tools to predict the future. Tarot cards, tea bags, palm, that sort of thing." I let out a heavy sigh hearing him say that and he tilted my chin up to look into my eyes.
"What did she say?" he asked and I shook my head, forcing myself to smile.
"The Lovers card didn't show up, but Two of Cups did. She said I'd found my soulmate," I said and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Then what's with the long face?" He asked.
"Hmm, it's nothing," I said
"Look, the future isn't set. I once had a witch friend who predicted that I'll be betrayed by my blood and sure enough, Nik and Elijah came to dagger me. But since I knew they were coming, I was long gone," Kol said, stroking my face. "If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. But stop worrying," he said and I smiled softly, pushing whatever the gypsy woman said to me far into the back of my head.
"Kiss me," I asked him and Kol just chuckled, before locking his lips with mine, successfully distracting me.
So I'm obviously not a tarot card reader and that was my best attempt at reading it. I didn't want it to be a filler chapter but I wanted to show you guys how Kol and Vanessa progressed as a couple and they couldn't do it if the drama is going on at the same time.
By the way guys, in the Devil card the Devil holds a torch down to the man and the man's tail was on fire; meaning Elena burning Jeremy's corpse in the future. Wow, talk about predicting the future, right ;)
And the gypsy woman is a Traveller. I thought about making Nadia appeared in this but I changed my mind. Next chapter: New Orleans!