"Now the serpent was more crafty than any beast of the field that the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, "Did God really say, 'You must not eat of any tree in the garden?'"
The woman answered the serpent, "We may eat the fruit of the trees of the garden, but of the fruit of the tree in the middle of the garden, God has said, 'You must not eat of it or touch it, or you will die.'"
"You will not surely die," the serpent told her. "For God knows that in the day you eat of it, your eyes will be opened and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."

Genesis 3:1-5~

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It's Damon she entrust to watch over her lifeless sister while she runs an errand. One she cannot put off any longer. Marcella needed to pay a visit to the resident Bennett witches. She'd ignored them long enough. Ignored the status of livelihood for far too long. Caroline would need a Daylight ring, and while she could have easily asked Niklaus to have one of his underlings make one for her. This was something she needed to do.

Kol had a deep rooted respect for witches, for nature. Marcella had mixed feelings about both, she always was. Being an abomination of nature, reincarnated, vampire with magic coursing through her veins meant that nature never would care for her. However considering Kol's respect for the old ways she would never actively seek to destroy nature either.

This just had to be done.

Marcella would strip Elena of every single supernatural support she thought she had. She would make it where no one dared help the doppelganger in fear enacting the wrath of the most unpredictable original and his queen. No matter how naive Bonnie was, how loyal the young witch was Marcella knew that Sheila would know better. That the old woman would not allow her granddaughter to put herself in the line of fire.

She knocked on the old oak door. Exactly three times and waited. The witch should have seen she was coming. Bennett witches were powerful, old world magic. Marcella knew what she was doing. It took two minute for the door to open revealing the wary expression of the old woman. A hard apprehensive look in her eyes.

Sheila crosses her arms over her chest and Marcella smirks. "You know what I am." The young girl states, whimsy in her voice mischief on her tongue. They both know she's not talking about being a vampire.

There was so much more to it than that. So much deeper than simple supernatural. This was a world of gods and monsters. Sheila holds up a dainty ring, similar to the one on Marcella's finger. "I assume you came for this filia chao, for your sister. My family has no qualms with you and yours." Sheila assures her tone solemn and serious. Marcella nods her head holding out her hand carefully.

"That's good to hear Mrs. Bennett. I'd hate for that to change, especially since you still owe me." Marcella muses as the ring is dropped into her hand. A grimace on the old woman's face at the mention of the dept.

It wasn't one easily repaid. Sheila was alive because of the role this child had played in all of their lives. The rules she kept bending and breaking to fit her whim. A dangerous game she played for all their souls.

"You have my word, as long as I live the Bennett line will not cross you." Marcella justed hummed gently placing the ring in her pocket. That would do for now.

"Make sure that your granddaughter understands my terms." She turned and walked away. This had taken long enough it was time to get back to Caroline.

Marcella is back to the Kern house by the time Caroline wakes up. With the chance that at any point Stefan or Elena could appear in the boarding house they'd decided to bring Caroline here for more privacy. The less likely Marcella was to see the doppelganger right now the less chance that she'd actually kill the human. It was Elena's fault that this had happened.

Caroline wouldn't have been forced into this life so soon if it weren't for Stefan and Elena's attempt to kill Niklaus. If they'd just played their part none of this would have happened. Marcella needed a strong drink and she didn't even like drinking.

The first thing that follows is Damon handing a blood bag to Caroline. Her best friend has a sympathetic look on his face as if he hated to see this. Marcella knew that Caroline had grown on the raven man. She didn't feel bad for how their fates had changed.

Marcella hardly ever felt guilt for the results of her meddling. She gilded over to her sister's side sitting on the bed with practiced ease. Caroline reached for her hand after she'd finished her first bit of blood. Tears welling in her perfect blue eyes. This was the first time Marcella had actually felt guilt.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles squeezing Caroline's hand tightly. Marcella hoped her sorry would be enough, even when she doubted it would.

Sorry didn't change anything.

Caroline reached forward brushing her thumb over her sisters freckled face. She smiled softly despite the tears in her eyes. "I could never blame you Marcie. Never. It's not your fault." Marcella closes her eyes trying to push back her own tears because she didn't deserve the comfort.

She didn't deserve the love from her sister. This was all her fault. No matter what anyone said. It didn't change the facts. Marcella never wanted it to be like this but she always knew that this is where they would end up.

The younger sibling would not spend forever without her sister.

While Marcella was helping Caroline with her transition Niklaus made a decision. If he had to face Mikael than they all had too. This was a family affair and Rebekah deserved her retribution too. They all did. Mikael had not been a kind father to any of them. He reached out to his sister for the first time since her departure to his once beloved home.

With the news of Mikael's return Rebekah swore she'd be there to help. To his surprise so would his favorite protegee. Marcel would come with her. Together they all would be again, family.

Almost. Because they were still missing one piece and Klaus wasn't sure when Marcella would be freeing their brother. He really needed to talk to her about that particular revelation. Since he hadn't had the chance at the time.

But did he really want to spring his accusation on her now, when everything was slipping through her fingers. He knew how much she revered her control on everything, and he knew that right now her control wasn't what it had been.

It had been forced from her hands, taken from her. Klaus wondered just what sort of monster she was when she didn't get what she wanted. How much blood was she willing to stain her hands with to turn her favor, to better her chances? How far was she really willing to go?

Klaus was certain they were all about to find out. He had this feeling that they weren't going to like the answer.

…

Marcella sat awake in her bed, listening to the stillness of the house. Trying to ignore the pang in her chest, the ache in her being. She needed him. The pull, the desire stronger than ever before. Eating away at her thoughts. It was starting to become the only thing she could think about.

Him.

Never in her life had she been that girl. But she supposed when your soul was bounded and you were intentionally keeping yourself from that person it was only a natural result. How safe was she really keeping him by keeping him sealed away? How did it change anything?

If Kol were here she wouldn't feel so lost in the wake of the storm. She'd have someone who knew her innately that she could admit her darkest fears to. If Kol were here she wouldn't be sitting alone in her room. She wouldn't still be suffering from sleepless nights despite not needing them.

If he was here. He'd know what to do next. He would be able to help them stop Mikael. Marcella needed Kol. She needed him like the serpent needed sin. Like darkness needed light.

She drew in a sharp breath clutching a hand over her aching heart. How much more of this could she stand? How much more self inflicted pain could she bare?

Marcella threw herself out of bed, she pulled on a pair of leggings and the closest shoes she could grab. She couldn't wait any longer. Couldn't stand the distance any more. It was taking everything just to keep breathing. Why keep suffering?

She let her hair be, there wasn't time to try and tame the wild curls. Wasn't time for anything other than getting to him.

It took no time to arrive at the place where he was being kept. She stepped into the old warehouse with one thing in mind. Need, desire, lust coursing through her veins. No more. Marcella couldn't bare it anymore.

Hastily she opened the lid of his coffin. Her hand wrapped delicately around the length the blade's handle. One swift pull and it was out. She could have just torn open the blood bag in her purse for him, but she knew what he would want was fresh warm blood.

Marcella bit into her own wrist placing the bleeding wound over his cool lips. Blood dripping into barely opening mouth touching warm tongue. A moment, a long second before sharp pleasurable pain of teeth biting down and a hand wrapping tightly around her wrist.

The warm scent of vanilla and springtime feel his senses. Warm blood on his lips, an offering. Kol comes to his senses slowly. He grabs the offered hand tightly, they wouldn't be taking back the sweet taste of blood now.

"Kol." Her voice is soft and gentle to his ears. Kind. He knew it instantly.

Dark eyes of coffee and honey fly open meeting beautiful orbs of stormy sky. Blue, and green, and hints of brown battling for control. He lets her wrist fall from his lips as he sits up to meet her. She petite and small, but she is a storm as well. But most importantly she is his.

His lips still stained by her blood are on meeting hers gently and the hungrily at once. Hands are in her hair, fingers knotting around curls then traveling down her neck to the base of her shoulders. Holding her in place, holding her up as their lips partake in a breathless battle.

Kol is out of his containment in an instant pushing his body against hers. Until her back is flush with with closed lid of the coffin. Her hands are in his dark hair, nails digging into his scalp. He growls into her lips and for the first time in several minute they part.

"Hello beautiful. I have waited a long time for you." He mummers into her neck, placing warm kisses over the area. Her breath hitches. She shivers at his touch.

The thought pleases him.

His hands are under the soft fabric of her blouse and it's at this she lets go of his hair stopping his further movements. He looks down at her curiously, surely she wanted more. Her smile takes over her whole face, lashes flutter shyly hiding those eyes he loves.

"Not here. Anywhere else but here my love." She whispers breathlessly.

Kol smirks.

Well then.

She leads him to a secluded house in the woods, having a ball letting him chase after her like prey. They are barely past the doors when he is all over her again. His lips on hers, hands on her flesh. Pulling at her coverings. Of course the same could be said about himself, she was not to be out down and she has him down to nothing but his undergarments soon.

He lifts her up easily, she wraps her bare legs around his waist. Kol marvels are the tone to them, the strength in them. The first bed he comes upon he throws her carefully down upon. Hair sprawled out under her like a halo. Her chest rises and falls in rhythmic motions drawing him further in. But what is the most curious is a long thin faded scare between round breast.

Even in his sleep he had felt this happen.

His lips are gentle as he places a kiss over the scar before his hands are ripping the article keeping her breast from him away from flesh. She hisses in surprise but doesn't make any indication she wished him to stop. Kol takes a perky nipple in his mouth. Marcella gasps.

"You are perfect darling." He informs her after letting go of her breast. Marcella isn't given time to comprehend his words as his lips are on hers again in seconds. While his lips do the distracting it takes his hands no time to get them both out of their last pieces of clothes.

Kol buries himself slowly deep within her warm core. A moan falls from her full lips. It is beautiful music to his ears.

"Please." She whimpers, all but begs of him in a breathy voice. Kol grins taking in her beautiful face, her perfect body. From here on out only he was allowed to see her in such a state.

She was his.

Sunlight streams into the room from the parted curtain, hitting them both directly over the eyes. Marcella rolls her aching body to the side burying her face into his exposed chest. It was far too soon to be getting out of bed. His dark chuckle is unmistakable and she ignores what is probably a smirk on his lips by the tone of his laugh. A warm hand is brushing the curls from her face and the body next to her shifts until he's laying on his side facing her as well.

"Come now darling, it's time to get out of bed." She groans unhappily opening her eyes slowly.

The sun coming in from the window framing around his silhouette made him appear angelic. Marcella knew better. She nuzled herself further into his solid chest shutting her eyes. It should be a sin for him to be so attractive. "Five more minutes." He laughs pushing her away, despite how much he hadn't wanted too.

"That blasted thing you call a phone has been going off for almost an hour." Between thralls of really amazing sex Marcella had taken time to explain to him some of the basics of the time he was now in. He'd be adjusted soon enough. At the mention of her phone she groaned again this time opening her eyes and sitting up.

She doesn't even bother to hold the sheet up to her chest. Just sits up completely nude, Marcella never really had a problem with her body. Besides it was like Kol hadn't already seen everything. A sigh falls from her lips and she stands walking over to the dresser in the room. Their first round had been in one of the guest bedrooms but at the end of the night they'd ended up in what was their room. It was why she brought him here in the first place. The Kern house was slowly starting to become her base of operations.

Marcella pulls one of her big sweaters from the drawer pulling it over her head before grabbing a fresh pair of underwear. She also grabs a shirt and underwear from Kol from the other side of the dresses and throws it at him. They could worry about getting actually dressed later. Next she gets her phone out of her purse which she'd thought to bring in at some point.

Two missed calls from Caroline, one from Damon, and like five from Niklaus. She decides to text both Caroline and Damon before calling her angry puppy back. What did he want from her this early? Surely it couldn't be Mikael so soon after he made his last move.

"Where the hell are you?! Mikael has taken the doppelganger." Is the angry greeting she's meet by. How utterly rude. He didn't even say hello. Marcella pinches her nose.

Elena Gilbert had been kidnapped...again. Why was she not surprised.

"We'll be there soon." She tells him and then hangs up not allowing him the time to respond.

Looked like they were getting dressed much sooner than she wanted.

XOXOX

Two chapters in one day! Whoo! I'll tell you that this chapter has been stuck in my head for a long while now. And can I just say that writing Marcella and Kol's heated reunion was really fun. With this chapter also marks the change in rating for the story because there is going to be a lot more sex scenes, also language is going to get worse?, and you know gore. They're vampires so there is about to be lots of blood.

So a warning that if you don't want to see those things now may be a good time to stop reading I guess cause they're going to be pretty persistent in the upcoming chapters. Especially the sex. Marcella and Kol are probably not going to have an easy time keeping their hands to themselves.

All of that to say, I do hope that you sincerely enjoyed this chapter! Thank you so much for your continued support and love. Thank you for reading!

Looking forward to hearing from you all!

Sincerely,

La'Rae