Part 9

Dafne could usually stay calm in any situation; she knew that panic wouldn't help her. That didn't mean she wouldn't have felt fear. Right now she was being dragged somewhere by a man who judging by his strength was a vampire. Her chances to free herself were very thin, but she still struggled in order to draw attention. She was praying that someone, anyone, would see what was happening. When she realized that she was being lifted into a carriage, she took the risk and bit her capturers hand as hard as she could, although he would no doubt retaliate.

"Don't fight me, little one," a familiar voice growled.

She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not, but she stopped struggling. The carriage was moving as soon as they were inside; she was placed on Kol's lap. What was he doing? His hand was still covering her mouth as he buried his face in her hair and sighed blissfully. He didn't say anything; his lips touched the sensitive skin of her neck before his fangs pierced it. She forced herself to hold still as he drank. He had always been rougher than Elijah and slightly gentler than Klaus, but that didn't matter. Right now he was feeding from her without her consent.

His free hand was caressing her side and stomach, but obviously those weren't the parts of her body he really wanted to touch. He drank for a long time, so long that she was on the brink of losing consciousness. Thankfully he stopped before that. His hand wasn't on her mouth anymore, but she couldn't get any words out. Her whole body felt weightless and her head fell back. She could barely register him wrapping his arms around her.

"How I have missed you, little one," he murmured.

She had no strength to reply, she concentrated on her breathing. He was cradling her in his arms, like she would have been a child. His fingers caressed her neck and cheek before she felt his lips on hers. Summoning all the strength she had left, she bit his lower lip so hard that she tasted his blood in her mouth. Unfortunately he misunderstood her message and groaned before kissing her even harder. Thankfully his blood gave her enough strength to flat her hands on his chest and push. He pulled away and looked down on her, clearly confused.

"What is wrong?"

"Wa-water," she murmured weakly.

His eyes widened, he stared at her for a brief moment before quickly picking up a flagon. Carefully he helped her to drink and tapped her back as she started to cough.

"It's alright," he murmured and placed her against his chest. "Forgive me, I did not notice… It was not my intention to take so much."

She wasn't able to reply yet; she was trying to gather her strength. He held her and stroked her hair until she finally managed to lift her head.

"Please take me home," she stated as calmly as she could.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"It has been 68 years and that is all you want to say to me?"

"Perhaps if my lord would not have brought me here against my will…"

"My lord?" he cut in sharply.

"Do you prefer master?" she asked coolly.

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do."

"Alright. Could you be so kind and take me home, master Kol."

His lips curved into a smirk.

"I am curious, what are you planning to do if I refuse?"

"Why would you? You already got what you wanted."

She was breathing a little faster as he leaned towards her, she couldn't help it.

"Not everything what I want."

She slapped his hand when he tried to touch her face.

"Oh my," he chuckled. "You have become feisty, little one. I like that."

She was struggling to control herself, but she couldn't deny that she felt fear. She had no idea how this would end and she was still too weak to even put up a fight. Not that it really mattered, he was stronger anyway. At least physically.

"Kol…" she muttered and tried to squirm away from him.

"So it's Kol now?" he hummed.

She didn't have time to reply when she was suddenly on her back and he was on top of her. Effortlessly he pinned her wrists above her head and brushed his lips against hers.

"Kol, stop it," she muttered tensely.

"Stop what, darling?" he purred and touched the sensitive spot under her ear with his lips and tongue. She shivered, she couldn't help it. "You still like this I see…"

"Let me go," she demanded as firmly as she could and tried to free her hands. She felt him smiling as he kept kissing her neck.

"Kol, please stop it! Please!"

She couldn't hide the desperation in her voice, it made him to raise his head and look at her.

"Dafne…" he murmured disbelievingly. "Are you… Are you afraid of me?"

Her chest was still rising and falling faster than normally as she breathed, but she was in control again.

"No, I am simply asking you to be so kind and take me home. You took a lot of my blood and I would like to lie down and rest if you do not mind."

She managed to sound calm again; he stared at her for a moment before getting off her. Slowly she got into a sitting position.

"I thought that you…" he muttered. "I would have never…"

"It's alright."

"No, it's not," he snapped, sounding angry. "You really thought that I would hurt you."

"No…"

"Yes, you did. How could you think something like that? You know damn well how I feel about you!"

"I am sorry," she said calmingly.

"Stop using that tone!" he snapped. "I am not going to hurt you!"

He sounded genuinely offended. She hesitated for a moment before moving next to him and taking his hand. He glared at her, but didn't yank his hand away. Patiently she waited until he had calmed down.

"Alright, let's get you home then, little one," he stated.

"Thank you."

"You are welcome. And just so you know, I am staying. For good."