Elena

Today marks two weeks of me being held prisoner by the Mikaelsons. Honestly, it is not as bad as I had expected. Rebekah is bitchy as always. Klaus temperamental. Elijah is like a breath of fresh air. He has become a friend where I feel more alone than I have ever felt. For Elijah, I am grateful.

Kol is interesting. Over the past couple of weeks, he has intrigued me. I cannot get enough of him. His presence does something to me. Excites maybe. I don't know I can't put the feeling into words.

I knock on Kol's door. He opens it with the same devilish grin as always.

"Morning Elena," he greets me and gestures for me to come inside.

I've been in his room a few times now. It's dark and well-fitting for his personality. The black bedsheets are ruffled up, as he recently slept in them.

Kol catches me glancing at his place of rest. "You could lay down if you want," Kol grins. He has a tendency to flirt with me. Harmless comments but they make me feel alive. As if one sibling has a sense of normalcy. Kol is just as piggish as the boys from my high school.

"In your dreams," I scruff off his comments.

"Always," there's his smirk again. It is captivating. I look down, trying to express dismay. "How may I assist you?"

Looking at the brother I smile. He's my age, around eighteen. Ruggedly handsome. "I was bored, though I come in for a chat," I tell him.

Kol leans close to me. Placing his lips against the tip of my ear, "there are better ways to pass the time, Miss Gilbert."

Stepping back I try to break the tension. "I have a boyfriend," I pause "And a Damon."

"I won't tell," Kol says in his flirtatious tone.

God. He's attractive and the sexual energy he releases enchants me. But, he's an original. One of the monsters holding me hostage halfway around the world. Yet, Kol is charming, funny, intelligent, and a bit reckless. He has even been trying to persuade Klaus to let me visit the downtown square. Something I have been yearning for. I really need more company than four neurotic siblings, especially when one may persuade me to do something I regret.

"Anyways," I evade his passes. "I'm bored, tell me about your night last night," I command Kol as I sit on the couch on the other side of the bedroom. I'm very careful not to sit on his bed and give him the wrong idea.

Kol sits down next to me. He's dressed in dark skinny jeans and a gray shirt. The shirt is tight, highlighting the tones of his upper body. His arms could make me drool, they may as well have.

Kol turns to me. He makes sure to make direct eye contact with me. As if that would turn me on. "I went to a local club and danced my little original ass off."

I chuckle.

He tilts his head surprised by my reaction, "What?" he giggles.

"You dance, and not in the 17th-century waltz kind of format?" my sarcasm has to be apparent in my words.

"First of all, it wasn't much of waltz back then. And second, I can party. I'm usually the life of them," he insists.

That I can believe. Kol seems to be one for the dramatics.

"Do you want to see some moves?" smiling, Kol gets up from the couch. He pulls out his new phone and plays a slow song.

Kol holds out his right hand and bows slightly. I know he is waiting for me to grab the other hand but I'm hesitant.

Seeing my hesitation he tries to persuade me, " I won't bite - you anyway."

I release a small laugh and grab hold of Kol's hand. Kol lifts me from the couch and intertwines his fingers with mine. He sets his other hand gently on my side and begins to lead.

He's feet movement is swift and delicate at the same time.

I'm not one for slow dances. Other than a Miss Mystic Falls competition, which I lost, and I few dances with Stefan I'm a newbie. Stefan. It's becoming harder to remember his voice. Kol begins to lead and the image of Stefan dissolves from my mind.

After about a minute I realize Kol is a pretty good dancer. I guess he's had a lot of time to practice. What does a vampire do for a thousand years to keep themselves entertained? The thought quickly fades as I realize Kol's eyes haven't deviated from mine.

Kol's deep brown windows locked to mine. I have never truly looked in his eyes - not like this. I don't see a murder or a villain but a man. I see content and a bit of hurt in the brown.

For a small moment, I forget where I am. I forget I'm held against my will and just see a person. A person who despite all he has endured, is still standing. I can't help but smile at that.

The music continues to play and the song seems to last a lifetime. In a good way though. Before I know it, the song concludes.

"I told you," he smirks.

We don't move. We stay standing in the center of his bedroom. My feet bare.

A throat clears in the doorway. We both turn and it is Elijah. Shit. The two of us immediately separate, our hands releasing from their clasped positions. I move a couple of feet away from Kol to avoid Elijah's judging eyes.

"Niklaus has requested all of our presence in the grand foyer," he informs us.

"Anything for a dear brother," Kol insists.

He heads out of the room and down the hall. Elijah still remains. Dressed in his typical suit with a brooding persona.

"I should put some shoes on," I stutter.

"That would be best," he claims. I walk past him In the other direction to my own chambers.

Lucky for us - Kol, Elijah, and I are all located in the same corridor. I'm guessing Elijah heard that entire conversation, or lack there off.

Quickly, I get into my room and slip on the first pair of flats I see. Looking into the mirror, I adjust my hair and then head out the door to meet the Mikaelsons.