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A/N: Since I've decided Kol won't be making an actual modern day appearance for awhile. I'm going to do a few chapters from his POV every so often. This should be so much fun and interesting…to say the least. Wish me luck. Sorry for not updating in so long. I just celebrated my birthday last week plus I've had my only family drama but I'm back to updating regularly.

One conversation changes everything

Paris, France 1650

Kol's POV

The words of that old woman Helen had been echoing in my head. I didn't want to be tied down to one girl for the rest of my life. I needed to find answers and quickly. I had managed to get in good with a local group of witches here in Paris.

I was sure one of them could check the old lady's premonition. I hopefully I could get one of them to reveal the girl's identity and kill her.

There was one of my witches now Angelique.

"Is there a reason I was called out here so late Kol?" I stared at her. Angelique was a beautiful buxom blonde. Granted she was already attached to some brutish man. Though their marriage was quite unhappy what with him and his numerous mistresses.

"I require a favor darling." I planted a kiss on her lips. Her eagerness was far to amusing for me. I pulled back perfectly prepared to finish what was just started after I've found this girl that old hag Helen spoke of. I refuse to be tied to one girl for all of eternity.

It took awhile we'd tried every locator spell she knew and everyone I'd come across in my travels but nothing. I assumed we needed a bit more power so we gathered other members of her coven. After awhile nothing.

I was stomped.

"Why is finding this person so important?" I looked at Angelique not wanting to say anything about the old woman Helen and her premonition.

"She took something very important to me and I'd like to have it back." That wasn't a complete lie she would eventually take something, my freedom and my heart.

"I have an idea. It's a powerful spell our former leader use to use when she needed a private conversation with her husband who was away traveling. You conjure the person in your head. It's very complicated. It's representational magic. If we don't represent the girl right it won't work." I looked over at Alice. Little Alice Valentin. Her family are wealthy land owners her in France. She had long raven locks, baby blues, and ivory skin.

She was a petite girl around the age of 13. She was a cute little thing a tad young for me. I prefer for my girls to be at least 16 maybe 15 but it would be a stretch. A very big stretch.

"It's worth a try." I needed to think long and hard about my choice. I had never met this girl so representing her would be hard. I had to think back to that old woman's words.

"She will be yours, she is your soul mate. You will protect her as much as she will protect you. She will be yours and yours alone, Kol Mikaelson. Her eyes the color of lapis lazuli, a deep dark blue, with flecks of gold and shining almost like sapphire. Her hair a dark brown barely skimming her hips. She will beautiful but so very insecure. She will be troubled and yours alone. She will be Jolie. You will not know why but you will want to protect her from the beginning. You may fight it but she is and will be yours, forevermore."

The first thing that came into my mind was perhaps a butterfly to represent her. What stood out the most was that she was both beautiful yet insecure which could mean she was vulnerable. I decided to take a chance and go with the butterfly.

"Let's try a butterfly." I told Alice. I knew how this spell would work it would where off the moment we were united. My plan was to use this spell to find out her location. Granted it only worked if she knew of me and I of her. I had a feeling Helen would inform her of me. When I fell asleep tonight I'd go to her inner world.

I left my witches and prepared to find her. I figured I'd have to charm her and have her location in a matter of minutes.

Inner world

I looked around. I was surprised this was what her inner world was. It was a meadow with a lake out in the distance. I could see a mountain just passed it. I heard a rustling in the meadow and I saw a fox roaming freely. It was oddly enough chasing after a butterfly.

I heard what sounded like soft crying off in the distance. There she was…her name I did not know. Her back was turned and all I could make out was soft chocolate curls and what appeared to lightly tanned skin or of a light olive complexion.

I slowly approached her but apparently I wasn't quite enough and she looked in my direction. I was amazed by her eyes. They were so beautiful. I'd never seen anything like them. Such beautiful eyes held such sadness and loneliness.

I picked up the slight sent of delicious blood. They were coming from her wrist. There shallow cut on one arm and the other I nearly flinched. The word WORTHLESS had been painfully carved into her skin. She wore a long white dress that loosely clung to her body. On her chest had been carved the word BROKEN,

I watched as she quickly tried to hide the words and cuts by withdrawing into herself. This was not what I was expecting; she was not what I was expecting.

"Who did this to you?" I made no sudden movements to avoid startling her further. She didn't respond to my question at first. She looked down at the cuts and words thoughtfully. I couldn't help but wonder if her father was abusive or someone else in her life. Not that I cared.

"Me." It came out small and hushed but I heard her. She had done this to herself. I didn't know what to think. "You're him aren't you?"

I gave her a questioning look about what she meant by that.

"You're the one Miss Helen was talking about." Ah that's what she meant. I should have figured.

"I suppose I am." She didn't seem very happy at all. I did not like this. I have only spent a matter of minutes speaking with her in this world and yet I could already tell how fragile she was. I had this feeling of protectiveness and it was becoming more and more intense with every passing moment.

I had to find out where she was so I could kill her before I found myself willingly protecting her and…loving her. Her voice gave me no hint as to where she was from. Her voice while soft, a little high, soothing, had an accent I'd never heard before.

"What do you want?" Her eyes and voice held an unmistakable fear. She was afraid of me and I suppose it was smart on her part.

"I want to know you." I lied; I honestly wanted nothing to do with her.

"What do you really want? You want to kill me don't you." I was taken back. I did not expect this shy girl to be so straightforward.

"No of course not why would I want to kill my soul mate." I tried to calm her and falsely reassure her I meant her no harm.

"Because I'm a joke. I've been used enough times and lied to; I can tell when someone is deceiving me. But I always fall for it out of hopes they'd be different but I'm always wrong. All I will ever be to people is a joke. So go ahead and play your game. You can't truly break what's already been broken a thousand times over." I watched as new tears began to fall from her eyes.

"You're not a joke darling." I finally moved closer to her. I went to wipe some tears away from her eyes only for her slightly flinched away from me almost as though I were going to strike her.

"I'm nothing. All I am is nothing. I'm the lesser Gilbert. The one no one wants. I could die and no one would give me a second thought. My family acts as though I don't even exist. My mother the woman who raised me hated me over something I didn't even know I'd done. Every moment of everyday I wish I were dead. Don't you get it I'm the broken one? All I will ever be is the broken one. Alone always and forever." As she spoke I stared into her eyes. Underneath all the self loathing was a scared girl who'd only been hurt time and time again. She'd put herself out there only for those she'd opened up to, to turn around and betray her in one way or another.

Her eyes screamed save me. That all she wanted was for someone to hear her scream for help and to hold her. To see the pain she was in. I could see now how emotionally jaded she was. I don't know what it was about her but I could tell she needed to be protected. Something was compelling me to protect her.

"Let's try this again my name is Kol Mikaelson." I held out my hand in a feeble attempt to get her to calm down or stop crying.

"Jolie." She spoke not taking my hand but merely stared at it with uncertainty. I was confused.

"I did not peg you for the vain type." I spoke that out loud with a smirk playing at my lips.

"No my name is Jolie." I watched as her tear stained cheeks turned pink. I didn't mean to embarrass the poor girl.

"You do not hear that for a name very often." I saw a strange look in her eyes. It took me a minute to realize she was confused by my statement.

"It's a common name where I'm from." There it was the topic I had previously most wanted to discuss. But now I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to kill her. It was odd how one conversation could change my perception of this girl.

"Where are you from?" I looked at her questioningly. I'm not sure if I even wanted to know right now. She hesitated and she almost seemed to be contemplating something.

"Mystic Falls. I'm from Mystic Falls." I had never heard of a place named Mystic Falls. I thought she had been making this place up because she did not want to tell me. It didn't take long for me to awaken.

The thought of her…of Jolie lingered in my thoughts. I couldn't shake her full lips, cute button nose, cascading chocolate curls, and especially those beautiful sparkling blue eyes surrounded by long dark lashes.

I remained quiet throughout the day. She still wondered in my mind and I knew that old woman's prophecy was going to come true. After I had actually met Jolie she did not seem as bad. Her insecurities and troubles sure were going to be a problem but there was something underneath all of that. It was a light about her a goodness I could not quite comprehend.

She was pure and innocent yet so jaded by those she loved the most. I could in away understand where she was coming from. I wasn't innocent or pure in the least but I knew what it was like to be ignored and betrayed by those closest to you. She took those emotions out on herself while I took them out on other people.

Just from this one meeting I could tell she and I were not that different just how we handle things. I wasn't entirely sure how to proceed with her. I knew I couldn't bring myself to kill her not with those damn haunting eyes.

"What on earth is the matter with you Kol? This is so unlike you, sitting at home quiet, not even a peep out of you all day. Not even the slightest bit of roguery." I looked up at Niklaus from my seat.

"Just not in the mood for anything, I suppose." I shrugged this off. I guess it was unlike me to remain lost in thought. He looked at me as though I were up to something though I honestly couldn't bring myself to care. That was my family, always thinking the worst of me.

Especially Elijah. He and I had no real relationship at all. He seemed to want to find the redemption in Niklaus but never in me. I wonder if she would be the same way. Thinking of me only as a monster and preferring Elijah or someone else to me. I guess the more they ignored me the more I acted out. Maybe once I find her things will be different.

Alice's POV

"Little Miss Valentin." I turned and there she was Miss Helen. "I must say you did an excellent job with helping Kol Mikaelson."

"May I ask Madame Helen who is this girl really." I was puzzled as to why this woman said that I was the only one that could make the necessary change to the spell. Why my blood was required.

"Her name is Jolie Valentin she will be a future descendent of yours and Kol Mikaelson's soul mate." I was taken back I did not want my future descendent to be with him.

"No. I would never have helped do the spell if that meant any member of my family would be mated to a monster." I was appalled at the thought. I could tolerate Angelique's infatuation with that man because of her horrid husband.

"I can understand your reservations at this Alice but the choice is not in yours to make. This is all in the hands of a much higher power." A higher power? I stared at Madame Helen.

"What higher power?" I stared at her waiting for answer.

"This is all the plan of an Angel." With that I watched as Madame Helen left into an ally. I went after her only to find she had disappeared. My eyes wondered to the sky where I heard a voice utter "Everything will be okay."

Five years have passed since that day. The Mikaelsons have left Paris after their father tore through our fair city. He left nothing but destruction and blood in his wake. Most members of the coven were slaughtered including Kol's lover Angelique Beaumont. Her young child from her husband had luckily made it out alive. I was currently carrying my own child.

I lived a long life. I died at the age of eighty six. I watched as my grandchildren immigrated to what became America. I even kept a small eye on Kol as he relentlessly searched for my descendent Jolie.