Fire Heart

The attraction was immediate, he had that all meaningful boyish charm drooling from his good looks and devilish smile, Laurel could tell just by one long stare that he was somebody she shouldn't become tangled with, mainly because she had worrying thoughts about how gentle his face looked and how pretty his lips were. However as soon as he moved his feet and, well for the lack of a better word, swaged towards her she knew this would be one conversation she wouldn't soon forget, especially if he kept looking so pretty. Laurel walked to meet him so she could retrieve her postcard, a sudden shyness evolving around her and she couldn't seem to hold her gaze any longer, she shuffled until she couldn't be any closer without looking weird. She glanced up, through her eye lashes, unaware how alluring she looked to him. He smirked at her and held out the postcard with two fingers, easily as the wind blew trying to tear the material away from his grasp. The trees started to jitter and the dead leaves on the ground brushed at their feet. The sky became sullen and the air became frosty.

Kol could choose to behave like the good guy of his mature years or be the mischievous rascal of his youth. He watched the beauty take her postcard, an odd way of communicating he thought however up until recently he wouldn't have dreamt of handling a telephone. He admired her flawless handwriting and of course her charming looks. Nevertheless he chose to be immature and bargained on his witty, charismatic self to lure her.

"We haven't met" he stated, simple. His eyes bore into her, awaiting her reply, if she gave one. Laurel looked up again, trying to form a sentence but she couldn't form any words, she had never become so quiet around a guy before and it was unsettling, he gave off a strange vibe.

"I'm new in town, I was just writing to my family, telling them I got here fine." she found her self admitting, she blinked and during that blink she established so many other sentences she could have said. Kol wasn't shocked, he had quickly scanned the postcard out of curiosity, but he was surprised she had willingly shared that information with him.

"Not many people send postcards anymore, well not unless they are on holiday, but even then. I remember when…" he suddenly realised he had been about to tell her he remembered his days as a human but quickly caught himself, even though he knew he could compel her, he didn't really want to, he didn't want to break her.

"Remember what?" she asked curiously.

"I just remember how fun it was to send letters to people, the walk to the post box was always exciting" he said, faking laughter well. Rebekah had taught him how easy it was lie to humans and how easy it was to create a fake life, sometimes it was hard to remember that the memory wasn't real. Laurel laughed, obviously not realising.

"I can't disagree with you there, I loved making cards at school and sending them to my parents" She smiled brightly and chuckled quietly. Kol found himself smiling too, he almost forget who he was and who was waiting for him. He suddenly changed his tone.

"Well, sending letters to your parents can't be as much fun as receiving them from a lover" he whispered, all the light removed from his voice revealing a different person Laurel had not met, he sounded lustful and all the fun was sucked from the conversation.

Though clearly intended to be sweet and pleasant, his underlying tone gave Laurel the impression that he had potential to be a very dark person, she didn't like the stare she was receiving from him, his eyes wide and full wonder for her answer, but she knew, she knew it was an act as she had met many creeps before today. Men were all the same, they all wanted one thing.

"That was highly inappropriate but I'm sure it was meant as a joke and not something you are planning on doing, because I can assure you, it most certainly will not be taken kindly." She felt her cheeks heat up and her eyes dart left and right, desperately hoping somebody would interrupt them. She wasn't comfortable with this anymore. She had come to the conclusion that this guy had problems, he possibly had a personality disorder but whatever it was it screamed get the hell out of there!

Laurel turned to walk away, giving him a look of disgust but before she could leave he held her arm and spun her around. She lost her balance and stumbled on to him, he caught her and asked, inches from her ear.

"What is your name?"

"You have to earn my name" she spat at him.