Next chapter! Hopefully this one picks up a bit, for you guys! Thanks for reading! _

Marcie cursed the vampire that refused to leave her mind day in and day out. He seemed especially present in her dreams, which she kept blaming on him getting into her head, but then she felt embarrassed seeing as he probably didn't care enough to stop by her house every night and play with her head. She slammed her locker door much harder than she realized, then took a deep breath. She just had to get through History, then she could go on with her weekend normally and forget he existed. She slipped on her jean jacket over her grey playsuit and brought her ponytail out from underneath it; then proceeded to walk to class like everything was fine.

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Kol had grown quite fond of the brunette over the past week. He would stop in every night and spy on her dreams. Twisting them from an innocent walk in a park, to a public make out session with him. He loved watching her squirm in the sheets, then waking up all hot and bothered. He loved that she didn't stop thinking of him, and that it made her crazy. He didn't really know himself why he was so infatuated with the girl, he was sure that after a few crazy nights with her he would grow bored, but something in the back of his head, that place he tended to ignore, was telling him otherwise.

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The bell rang and Marcie walked out of her class and towards the school parking lot. She was waiting in line to board the bus when she saw a red Cadillac pull up behind it. Smiling to herself, she skipped over to the car, threw her bag in the back, and jumped in. The driver, pleasantly surprised by his new passenger. "Well, are we just going to sit here or are you going to drive?" she asked, looking over at him, her head leaning on her hands which were leaning on the armrest, looking at him.

"I'm actually here to pick up my dear sister …" he said, tailing off as she began to talk.

"She's got legs, and super speed. I'm sure she'll be fine" she said, biting her lip and twirling the end of her pony tail. Kol put the car in drive and started off towards the road.

She didn't know where he was taking her, but it didn't really matter she was having the time of her life. She let her head rest back against the chair as her feet stayed up on the dashboard. She barely knew the guy but she felt comfortable around him. They pulled up to the park and he got out, waiting for her to join him.

She cast a suspicious look towards him, but followed him into the grassy field. They walked next to each other in a comfortable silence, neither one saying anything but yet they still seemed to be communicating. They reached a swing set and she sat down on the swing, gently swinging back and for the as he did the same. "Kol," she stated, taking a slight pause as he turned to look at her, "Is that with a C and an E or with a K and an E?" she asked him, keeping her gentle rocking going.

"Kol, with a K and no E" he responded with a smirk.

"Ooh, exotic. I like it"

"Marcie, that's different. How'd you get that name?"

"It's really Marcella, but seeing as I'm not a 90 year old woman, I go with Marcie." She told him rolling her eyes at the name. She didn't know why her parents named her that, they had common names, Joe and Marie, yet they came up with Marcella.

"Why not Ella? Or Ellie?" Kol asked, genuinely curious.

"Because I'm not an Ella, or an Ellie. I'm a Marcie. Who else is named Marcie? No one. I'm different, and I like that." She said smiling with pride.

"You certainly are different" Kol said with a chuckle. Marcie's jaw dropped in fake surprise, she then playfully hit him on the arm.

"What is that supposed to mean!" she cried out, still pretending to be hurt by it.

"Nothing, Nothing! It's just that you're not like anyone, love. You have long hair, while they have short. You wear whatever you want, while they all wear collared shirts and long skirts." He told her, eying her mostly bare legs.

She rolled her eyes and tucked her legs underneath her, so she was sitting Indian style on the swing. "How old are you?" she asked boldly, tilting her head to the side.

"948" he responded, licking his lips and winking at her.

Marcie laughed, and stared at him with a shocked expression. "Are you serious? Oh gosh…You're an Original aren't you? Holy cow." She said looking down at the ground, now a little scared that she was spending time with him.

"Ah, so you know of me. Grand, I always enjoy finding that my reputation precedes me. It's such a compliment each time." Kol said, getting up and walking in front of her. He lifted her chin so she was looking up to him. "No worries dear, if I wanted to hurt you, you would be in pain right now. "he said then pulled her up so she was standing.

"So I have Original blood in me right now…" she asked him, a small smirk on her lips. "That's kinda cool." She stood up with him; distancing herself a bit not because of fear but because of the dream she had a couple nights before.

Kol laughed at her reaction; normally people would quake in fear, or worship them in fear of getting killed. "Come, let's take you home now, it's getting dark" he said, motioning for her to follow him back to the car.

She followed, asking him questions about his life and the things he's seen and witnessed throughout history. She listened to him recall stories through the whole drive home, not even noticing that he knew where she lived. They pulled up to the apartment complex her uncle owned and let her live, since her grandma didn't have enough room for two people. He got out and opened the car door for her, and she laughed while rolling her eyes. "Please, don't try to be a gentleman now," she said as she stood up out of the car.

"Marcie, allow me to take you out this weekend" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Would you go on a date with me if I did ask?"

"It's quite possible. I would say the odds are in your favor"

"Then yes, I'm asking you out on a date, Darling"

"Well, I accept. Pick me up at 7 on Saturday." She told him, then turned and walked into the building, hiding the smile that was dying to spread across her face. He was like no one she had ever met, young and childish, yet old and sophisticated. He was sweet yet unpredictable, and dangerous. He was cute and charming, yet oh so hot. She liked him, and she knew that she would have to slow her roll, unless she wanted to have her heartbroken. For she knew that there was no way a guy like him was going to settle down, especially not with a girl like her.

A little better right? A tiny bit longer, and more communication in this one. Please Review, I'll take and ideas into consideration and more likely than not I'll actually use them.