This time the song was chosen by my uncle (who's howling over an electric shock game) because when he was young he bought a single called 'Caroline' by Status Quo and Koroline sounded similar. We haven't seen much of Kol in the show but he seems a right cocky dick (I love him as you probably guessed by the fact I couldn't actually write him being daggered a few chapters ago, I planned but couldn't) however, I'm taking a different route.

Koroline

Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
Hurt beneath my skin

Kol hated this new world, it was harsh and confusing and there was nothing of his old life that remained. This was the fifth time he had been forced to adjust to a new life and new times because of his stupid half-brother's temper. Klaus usually left him daggered for half a century or so before Rebekah became annoying and he resurrected him so she'd have someone to play with. He was usually able to slip back into a routine of drink and sex and fun but even that was different here, the fun was gone.

He was completely lost in this time, it didn't fit him. Every taboo was out in the open, there was much less enjoyment to be had that way. He liked to do what those silly little humans would never dare, to be free of control. Now it seemed that everyone was, the cage of convention was larger but he was on the inside now.

Enjoying rebellion was impossible now and none of his siblings were there to help him find out what was normal now. He'd had some idiot attack him for asking his girlfriend for her prices but the woman was dressed like a streetwalker and it's not like she had a ring on her finger. Nothing made sense to him here. He'd spent an hour the previous night shouting at the actors of something called High School Musicalto shut up and they didn't react. He was sure that actors used to at least be distracted by insults. Eventually Nik had told him that the actors couldn't hear him then left Rebekah to try and explain why. Kol suspected that she didn't know.

One thing was the same, little ladies with sharp tongues were a lovely midnight snack. He pulled her outside, his empty cocky smile charming her easily, no wonder women dressed so provocatively these days they were unbelievably easy. His fake grin dropped when she pulled him into a dark ally. Her lips were on his in a second, see this was confusing, last time he was in this situation he'd been enjoying the effects of compulsion. He wove his fingers into her flaming red hair and thrust himself against her roughly. She moaned against his lips in appreciation and brushed her hand against his hardening crotch. She pulled away to whisper in his ear. "Your place? Or the back seat of my car?"

He pulled back and watched that sexy smirk slide off her face as his face transformed into that of a monster. "How about right here sweetness?" With that he sank his fangs into her perfumed neck covering her shriek with her hands. Before he'd been daggered he'd spent most of his time seducing women, even at nine hundred years old he got lonely. A hundred years in a coffin didn't change that. He felt the life seep slowly out of the young girl but it didn't ease his loneliness, didn't make him feel better. He was maudlin and bored when a pair of delicate hands pulled him violently away from the girl.

My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem okay
But my faith is wearing thin

He leapt to his feet, hoping a fight would help him feel alive. He knew whoever had intervened was supernatural, but weak in comparison to him. If he hadn't been distracted they couldn't have moved him but at least they might be fun. He saw his dinner (Lisa was it?) slumped against the floor. A blonde girl was bent over her, giving the girl her blood. "Come on Lucy." She murmured. "Drink up." The weak girl stirred as the blonde helped her to her unsteady feet. "You are going to go straight home and forget you saw me or that man. In future you will drink and sleep around less."

"I will drink and sleep around less." The girl repeated in the dazed voice of one that had just been compelled.

Kol was about to attack when he recognised her charming face. "Your Nik's latest pet." He stated. She growled softly.

"I'm not his! You originals are pathetic." She huffed rolling her eyes. She was cute all mad at him. But he felt pathetic already, trapped in a place where he didn't belong. He didn't need a baby vampire making him feel worse. A baby vampire with enough goodness in her to save a silly little slut. His own soul was a distant memory, if he had a soul left it was shattered. He grabbed a slim girl with dyed purple hair that was walking past pulling her into the ally.

"Caroline?" The girl gasped, frightened by the strong hand yanking her head back.

"Friend of yours?" Kol taunted, fangs already extended.

"It's gonna be fine, Angie." She told the girl, looking at Kol warily,

"Now that's the way you look at an Original."

"What?" The girl was struggling, already crying.

"Shut up girl." He snapped. "Want some?" He pushed the girl towards the baby vampire. "What is your name anyway baby doll?" He asked.

"Caroline." She answered. "Please, let her go?" She tried to sound strong but it was obvious to them both that she wasn't giving orders. "She doesn't get to live forever like we do, at least give her the years she can have." He dropped the snivelling girl and Caroline saw his eyes grow darker as Angie scrambled away.

"I don't like it here." He told her.

"Here doesn't like you." She answered. He eyed her short dress. He could see why Nik was so interested in her. One thing Klaus had over Elijah was he didn't repeat the same action with every doppelganger expecting a different result. That was the definition of insanity; not that anyone would describe Klaus as sane.

"Come on." He said pulling her hand. She struggled against him but he had over a thousand years on her. "Don't be difficult." He advised. "I'm sure I can find some more pretty girls to feed on." She was quiet for a minute, clumsily trying to keep up with him.

"Where are we going?" She sighed after a moment.

"Your place." He answered with his cocky grin; he was desperate to stop the façade of being okay.

"You can't go in there!" She snapped struggling again. "You don't have an invite."

He stopped and stepped up close to her, her eyes flicked quickly over his face, he could swear they lingered on his lips. "Are you aware, my sweet Caroline, that if a human resident leaves a house they share with a vampire for more than a month the responsibility of inviting falls to the remaining vampire resident. And certain informants have led me to believe the sheriff has been away for about thirty-three days now. Heads will roll if I have been misinformed." He threated softly, enjoying her squirming.

"How do you know that?" She asked, avoiding eye contact.

"My brother has a few stalkerish tendencies you should watch out for. Hybrids aren't his only minions." He teased dragging her away. "Invitation time." He sang when they arrived on her front porch. She glowered up at him.

So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault

"Please." He spoke seriously at last. "I need help." Her features softened slightly. Soft-hearted, of course, humanity always remained beautiful.

"I'm not the witch." She blurted. "And Bonnie won't help you for me, really there's nothing I can help you with."

"I want you to help me." He answered, holding her blue eyes.

"Come in Kol." She all but whispered before going into the house. He followed her over the threshold easily. "I need a blood bag, do you want one?" She asked uncomfortably. He nodded, sitting on the sofa. She disappeared for a moment and returned with two bags, throwing one to him. She sat opposite him, fidgeting nervously. It comforted him, seeing someone afraid of him that was what he was used to. He had always terrified the prim and proper ladies of court with his wild ways.

They sat in silent for several minutes listening to the ticking clock. He watched her writhe under his gaze, it used to entertain him but he felt too lost and old to truly enjoy anything. She opened her mouth and shut it a few times, not sure what to say. "Why are you here?" She eventually asked.

"I want your help."

"Help with what?" She asked, frustrated. He paused contemplating what exactly he expected her to do.

"My sister tells me you are the former queen of Mystic Falls High." He eventually answered.

"I am Miss Mystic Falls and she can pry that title and my crown from my cold dead hands." She snarled in response.

"I was hoping you could explain how an immortal being fits into this society of instant gratification."

She looked confused. "I don't see why you're asking me." He growled in irritation.

"I'm not asking for any ulterior reason, no evil plan, no nothing. I'm just… I'm lost okay. I hate this time, everything has changed more than it should have and I don't understand the people or the clothes and I want to know what I'm meant to do with myself." He snapped. "There's no 'bad guys' for me to turn to." He added bitterly.

"I wasn't talking about being enemies. All I meant was: I'm eighteen. I grew up in this world, I can't really empathise here." She told him gently.

"You adapted to being a vampire."

"I didn't have a choice." She pointed out.

"And I do?" He snapped. "I've been a vampire since I was seventeen years old and I've had fun, trying every vice and taboo that the worlds come up with and now there's nothing." He put his heads in his hands. "I'm not normal, neither is my family but they're finding their places. Even my Mother has a purpose, for now." He was holding back tears. "I need someone to help me."

That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me sew them up

"So you don't like being like everyone else and you don't like being alone?"

He hated her flippancy, his problems weren't petty. "I'm not like anyone else." He yelled. "How many people do you know who was put into a century long coma, five times, by their brother for sleeping with their sister, who now wants nothing to do with me? On top of that my Mother has survived a thousand years after having her heart ripped out just so she can kill me and my family. If I could fit in I would but I don't know how and I'm sick of pretending to be okay and acting like the guy I used to be." He spat. "I wish I was still in that coffin."

"No you don't." She said, coming to sit beside him. "I don't know what to say to fix everything that's happened to you. I've had to adjust to everything that's happened but I've always had help."

"I don't have anyone." He said glumly. "Do you know what's it's like having a dagger shoved into your heart?" He asked.

"I was tortured by a werewolf with wooden bullets while a guy who I thought was my friend did nothing to help me." She responded.

"It's worse." He answered hoarsely. "You know how your stomach spasms and your gums ache when you go a bit too long without blood? Well it's like that over a hundred years only it's happening all over your body and all in ten seconds. So much agony you can't think or feel anything, but you know you're dying. It never gets easier, no matter how many times it happens."

"I knew a vampire that Elijah locked in a tomb to starve, Katherine…"

"Katarina Petrova?" He asked. "Thank God he's not mooning over the psychotic bitch anymore."

"He's more interested in Elena now." She told him, they shared a small laugh. "She said that starvation feels like your veins are filled with sandpaper. It sounded horrific."

"It is. Waking up is just as bad, every significant memory crashes into your mind. Pain, anger, grief… love. You feel it all over again, mental agony coupled with your flesh burning." He told her. She shivered slightly at the thought of someone being able to inflict that on their own blood. Klaus had begun to seem capable of humanity to her, but clearly he was capable of total evil as well. "It doesn't heal either." He informed her, pulling his shirt off. There was still an ugly dark mark over his heart where Klaus had stabbed him. She tentatively touched the scar with her tiny fingers.

"Does it hurt?" She asked quietly. He shook his head. "Will it ever fade?"

"Longest I've gone without getting a dagger in my chest was three hundred years. It didn't fade then." He answered. Silence fell as she lightly traced the edges of his scar, her kindness was her humanity and it seemed Kol's lay in his vulnerability. His strong fingers wrapped around her pale pink nails as he bent his head towards hers.

Seconds before his lips connected with hers she leapt from her seat as though electrocuted, keeping her back to him she took a few deep breaths. One of the things she couldn't adjust to was her rampant vampire hormones and proximity to Kol didn't help at all. She spun round with her perfect hostess smile on her face, determined to ignore what had almost happened. "Do you want to see what this century's teenagers do for comfort?" She asked.

"I was hoping to." He muttered, tugging his shirt back on.

She slid opened her movie cabinet, revealing an impressive collection of DVD's. "Pick something fun. I'll get popcorn and spirits." She vanished into the kitchen as he inspected her movie collection. He did like this movie invention a lot; it was mildly entertaining at times. Caroline's legs were much more interesting to him at the moment. She came back to see him debating two of her favourite movies, Saw and Cruel intentions.

"Are these good?" He asked.

"Saw is cool but gives you major cravings. Cruel Intentions is fantastic, Kathryn is amazing! The ultimate bitch, I love her." She grinned, putting a massive bowl of sweet popcorn and a big bottle of cherry vodka on the table with two glasses. He settled on the sofa, admiring her attractive backside as she inserted the DVD. "This is one of my favourite movies ever." She told him, taking a seat next to him. He watched her for a few moments, wondering if she really had forgotten what had nearly happened or if she was just good at pretending. After a moment or two a slight blush crept over her cheeks but she kept her eyes fixed on the screen and downed a deep shot of vodka.

I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed

He got into the movie pretty fast, making a mental note to avoid anyone calling themselves Katherine, they were all evil crazy bitches. He'd happily help out with the plan to defile darling little Cecile, it was the type of thing he relished doing in the court of Henry VIII. Anne Boleyn had been no virgin when she entered the king's bed and the charges of adultery were certainly true. He took some pride in being the dark lady's first and last lover.

He liked the Valmont guy, reminded him of himself. No matter how depressed he felt he still loved himself deeply. The blonde girl was sweet, an ideal target for his favourite hobby, seduction. Where were the real girls like that now? Every girl he bothered trying to seduce re-acted like that red head, far too eagerly for it to be fun. "When was this made?" He asked Caroline, she shushed him, tossing popcorn into her mouth. He grabbed a handful and waited. She sighed in happiness when the film finally gave a sex scene to the main couple.

"That's my favourite part!" She said. "Him waiting at the top of the escalator, it's just so romantic! What were you saying?"

"I was asking when the film was made." He repeated.

"Sometime in the nineties, I think." She answered. "It's timeless though."

"Damn Nik!" He snapped. She looked up curiously. "If he woke me up just fifteen years earlier I'd be fine."

"Why?" She asked.

"I'd be able to find a challenge to occupy my time. All I can find now are free prostitutes, no thrill of the chase."

"Are you really upset because you can't find a good girl?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"You are the only girl who hasn't tried to crawl into my pants." He responded.

"It'll stay that way too." She replied. He frowned; not used to girls rejecting him behind closed doors.

"I love this song. I was planning on getting some of the lyrics on my back for my eighteenth birthday but now… you know. What did you think?" She asked when the film ended.

"It was great. I'm glad she didn't get his car." She laughed.

"Everyone says that." He went quiet. "What?" She asked, sensing his sadness.

And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see

"He hated her." He choked out, tears misting his eyes. "It wasn't because he was dead inside and couldn't love anyone, it was because of her."

"Please don't cry; you'll set me off." She placed the popcorn back on the table and took one of his hands in both hers. "She was a total bitch, of course he hated her. Why are you upset?"

"My family hates me." He answered, refusing to look at her. "Finn's willing to die in order to kill us all. Elijah never wants to hang out with me. Niklaus… well that's obvious. And now, Rebekah, she was my best friend and, I know this will sound weird to you, but I loved her. She won't even talk to me, she'd furious at me for breaking the boy's hand. It was her who suggested killing him, then changed her mind again."

"I can't comfort you if you talk about killing my friends." She warned him.

"He's fine, Eli paid his medical bills. I was jealous, you must've done stupid things." She didn't meet his eyes.

"I never hurt anyone on purpose." Because there were witnesses.

"You don't know what it's like when your family hates you." He snapped.

"My Mom has spent her whole life hating vampires; she had my boyfriend spy for her so she could find some way to kill me and my friends. My Father moved to the other side of the country to be with his boyfriend and when he was stabbed with vampire blood in his system he choose to die rather than be like me, he hated what I am that much. I know what it feels like when your family hates you for something that isn't your fault. My maker, Damon, he tried to kill me after I turned, never mind apologizing for the way he abused me when I was alive. Using me, feeding from me, erasing my memory, practically raping me! The only reason I survived being a vampire is because Stefan had to help his girl's friend. And Bonnie still hates me, nobody cares that I didn't ask for this! The only person I have is Tyler and he's off trying to fix what your brother did to him while he stalks me! I've been here alone for more than a month and apart from psycho Angelus style sketches from King of the damn Werepires no-one has been here."

But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And I need someone to help me

A small tear escaped her closed eyes as she steadied her breathing after her rant. "I'm sorry. Vodka has a bad effect on my tear ducts." She whispered after a few moments. "It gets too much and I don't mean to be selfish but I don't really have anyone to talk to. Just forget my crap." She ran her fingers under her eyes, hoping her mascara didn't run.

"Were you trying to help me with the film?" He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes." She answered, looking up at him. "I'm sorry that it upset you, Kol."

He shrugged. "You tried." His hand moved to stroke her curls. "You have a beautiful heart." She ducked her head and smiled shyly. He moved too fast for her to dart away this time and she was trapped beneath him when his cherry flavoured lips crashed into hers. Her mind was foggy and she was upset, that was what she'd use later to excuse her behaviour. Whatever the reasons, she couldn't help but kiss him back. The sickly sweet taste of their drink lingered on his tongue as it slipped between her parted lips and she tasted popcorn underneath.

She moved her head to the side, moaning in her throat as his soft lips moved to her throat, sucking on her racing pulse. Her back arched and her hands went to his dark hair by themselves. She forced her hands back to the sofa and dug her nails into the cushions trying to control her unfaithful body. "No… Stop it, we… Oh God! We have to stop this." His blunt teeth nipped at the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder as his rough hands slipped the spaghetti straps of her dress down.

Kol smirked as her protests turned to soft moans of appreciation and his name slipped desperately from her gasping lips. The suffocating hopelessness that her kindness had banished to the back of his mind lessened slightly. He wanted to comfort her; the feel of her delicate body in his arms comforted him. She was more compelling than any game of seduction or challenge he'd even engaged in.

She was naked form the waist up and the hemline of her skirt was sliding upwards somehow. It was getting harder and harder to resist his touch as his hands covered her soft breasts. She whimpered as he pinched a hardened nipple and his lips embraced hers again. She fisted her hair in her hands, aching for release and cursing herself for ever letting him into her home. She couldn't tell if he was genuinely lonely and searching for solace in her or if he was just trying to get into her pants with crocodile tears. She knew that Originals couldn't be trusted in the slightest, out for themselves or their family. For all she knew this was orchestrated by Klaus and his insane need to infiltrate her life. Facing the truth, she wasn't the best judge of character.

His hand travelled up her inner thigh, his fingers brushing lightly against her drenched core. Her hands went to his shoulders as a strangled cry escaped her lips. They were fast nearing the point of no return and getting closer with every breath and touch. His hands moved to her waist, her dress falling as he lifted her from the couch. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as his shirt was discarded. Locked together they vanished upstairs to her bedroom.

She lay back on the bed her golden hair spread like a halo beneath her, moonlight dancing along the curves of her bare skin. He caught her swollen lips in a long languid kiss as his hands went to his belt. Her fingers raked through his hair as she returned his affection eagerly, pulling him closer. When his mouth moved to her jaw she pulled away from his hot lips, focusing on his blazing eyes. "You can't tell anyone." She gasped, her crystal blue eyes fixed on his face. The wild flames of desire left his eyes as he moved to lie beside her. She raised her head to look at him, confused by the sudden cooling; he was staring up at the ceiling, his face a dark mirror image of hers. His eyes met hers for a moment before going back to the ceiling as she pulled a blanket over her nakedness.

"I don't know what I want." He said after a long silence. "I'm leaving." He stood up, rearranging his jeans which were by now uncomfortably tight. "You're gorgeous but… I don't really know what comes after that." He shrugged and left the room.

Caroline lay for a moment, replaying what had just happened before throwing on her dressing gown and following him. He was in the living room, trying to find his shirt. "I think it's behind the couch." She suggested awkwardly. He nodded a thank you before pulling it on. "Stay." She blurted out as he went to go past her.

So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
'Cause I need someone to help me
Oh I need someone to help me

"I don't think this was a good idea." He said, shaking his head. "I'm likely to hit on you again."

"So you're a seventeen year old." She answered. She moved closer and took his hand in hers. "You asked me to help you and truth be told, I'm lonely. So just stay, we'll watch Saw and binge on blood or something." She asked. "No alcohol, that rarely helps with anything." She joked. He glanced down at their clasped hands and nodded.

"Not Saw." He answered. "And nothing with a sad ending this time." He joked settling on the sofa.

"You said you enjoyed it." She laughed.

"I did, just sad ending." He responded.

"I'm gonna go and put more clothes on now." She said, pulling her robe tighter around her.

"I don't mind." She rolled her eyes and headed up the stairs. "Ha ha! What on earth are you wearing sugar?" He asked when she came back down.

"What?" She asked, looking down at her favourite indoor wear. "It's my onesie." She answered. "Stop laughing or I'll buy you one."

"I won't wear it." He sang at her.

"I'll make you."

"Like to see you try." He scoffed. She stuck her tongue out and went over to the movie shelves. "You have a tail." He bent over clutching his stomach with laughter.

"I'm a donkey!" She shouted, pulling up the hood.

"And you have ears!" He fell to his side, tears in his eyes. "This century is completely insane." She chose to ignore him while changing disks. "What possessed you to buy that?" He asked grabbing what was left of the popcorn which turned out to be a lot.

"It's soft." She answered brushing his face. "See?"

"Very nice." He admitted. "Thanks for making me stay."

"Didn't make you do anything. Happy movie?" She asked.

"Go ahead."

"Ten things I hate about you." She announced, pressing play.

"This is a happy movie." He asked.

"I promise it's a happy ending." She told him. "It's based on The Taming of The Shrew. Loosely I'm told."

"The real ending would make a really bad movie." He told her.

"You saw the premiere right?" She joked. He nodded. "Seriously, that is so cool." She grinned.

"Personally I think he based a character on Bekah."

"Kat or Bianca?"

"You've met my sister right?" He chuckled.

"Kat."

To help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That I'm open
And I'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug

A month later he turned up at her door for their fourth weekly movie night. "I got the ice cream, why is it so important?"

"I need my ice cream." She answered letting him in and almost tearing the bag out of his hand, spoon at the ready. "Chocolate fudge brownie. Ben and Jerry's, you are an angel."

"I've been called many things but not that."

"Blood and snacks in the living room, what are you in the mood for?" She asked as they went through.

"How about my favourite donkey suit?" He joked. "Actually I brought a movie tonight." He pulled a box out of his jacket.

"The Rocky Horror Picture Show?" She asked.

"It looked completely mad." He justified. "Any good?"

"It's insanity in movie form, I love it." He grinned, putting it into the machine. "Is there a reason why your coffee tables going to break under all that food?" He gestured towards the table. Instead of a big bowl of sugary treats and a few blood bags it was sagging under several bowls of popcorn, bags of salted peanuts, a few éclairs, donuts and, for reasons Kol could not fathom, three different flavours of ice cream.

"Not like either of us could gain wait." She mumbled. "Press play."

"You're not okay." He said. "What's up?"

"I'm fine." She said, staring at her ice cream intently. "Just wanted to pig out."

"Tell me what's wrong." He told her.

"Nothing." She snapped.

"There's sticky black stuff under your eyes, now what's wrong?" She kept her head tucked down. "Come on doll, I thought we were friends." He tilted her face towards his.

"Tyler's not coming home." She responded quietly. "He found a wolf pack and he says he's better off there. He's probably right." She added reluctantly, digging into ice cream again.

"He's an idiot." Kol answered.

"You're getting better at this century." She told him smiling slightly.

"I have a good teacher." He shrugged. She offered him the spoon, he grinned licking the spoon clean. "No such thing as too much chocolate." They shared a smile and he pressed a light peck to her lips. Their eyes met as their faces lingered only an inch apart.

"So Tim Curry in fishnets. That should be a good distraction." She giggled, breaking the sexual tension. Caroline glanced down at her comfort food before putting it on the table, as the into music began she curled up on the sofa and lent her head on Kol's shoulder. "Thank you." She sighed happily.

"Are you gonna be okay?" He asked. She nodded pressing her body into his side. He wrapped his arm around her and dropped a kiss to her blonde hair.

Before the final number they had abandoned the film and chocolate, instead they took comfort in each other, enfolded in her white sheets. They lay spooning under the moonlight; their warm spent bodies pressed together enjoying the comfort of feeling whole.

Neither worrying about the wolf minion prowling outside.

And I need someone to help me sew them
I need someone to help me fill them
I need someone to help me close them up.

I have 'It's a bittersweet symphony' tattooed on my back in French. So I slipped it in there. I also own a donkey onesie from Primark; yes it has a tail and ears.

Wow this was a long one; I was on holiday when I started this. I'll try to be quicker with the next one. Requests are still taken and will be filled ASAP. Reviews are love.