Chapter three

The art of seduction

Anya froze in her spot, green eyes widening as she watch the one and only Kol Mikaelson make his way over to the bar. She felt Bonnie stare at her, but her attention was focused on the original vampire.

The original vampire she had to seduce.

Anya had no practice in the art of seduction. The longest relationship she had ever had lasted a couple weeks, almost a month. Her sex life was all but nonexistent. And staring at a vampire who had a thousand years of life experience on her made any confidence she had in her ability to seduce him melt away.

She couldn't do it. Even if she did know what she was doing in the sex department, Kol would see through her in a second. Then he'd kill her. Then Connor would be screwed, because any chance he had at living would have died with her.

She tore her gaze away from Kol, fear taking her over. She looked at Bonnie, who looked confused by the witch she had just met.

"I have to go," Anya blurted out, causing Bonnie to frown and her eyebrows to furrow in confusion.

"Wait, what? We still have to-" Bonnie stated to say, but Anya was already standing up.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just… I can't do this right now," she said apologetically, eyes flickering over to Kol, who remained oblivious to the two witches talking.

"Anya, what's going on?" Bonnie asked, looking back over to Kol. Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. "Do you know him?"

By the way Bonnie said 'him', Anya knew that Bonnie knew about the originals, and wasn't their biggest fan. Her voice had been full of disdain when she referred to Kol.

Anya shook her head at the witch. "No, I don't. But I'm going to have to," she said cryptically, before walking away from the booth. She didn't want Bonnie to ask her anymore questions. She had already said too much to a person she didn't even know. If Connor ever found out, he wouldn't be very happy with her.

In her hurry to get out of the Mystic Grill, Anya didn't notice Kol look at her just as she slipped out of the door. All the original saw was her long, brown hair, the back of her shirt, and a glimpse of her face, looking harried in her quest to get out of the Grill as soon as possible.

But that one glimpse of Anya Lewis was enough to pique his curiosity of the girl.

He was sure he'd see her again. One way or another.

~LIP~

Anya spent the rest of the day walking aimlessly around Mystic Falls. She was starting to realize just how dangerous this town really was, though. There were vampires and witches running amuck. She wouldn't be surprised if werewolves were here too. The town seemed like a hotspot for supernatural activity.

She didn't know what she'd do. Connor wanted her to get close to Kol, to seduce him, to get close to him. But Anya didn't think she was capable of doing that. She didn't have the skills to seduce Kol. Besides, how oblivious would an original vampire really be to plans to use him for information about an immortality stone?

He would kill her for sure. Anya was convinced about that.

She sat down on a bench, trying to calm herself down before she had a panic attack. Connor was going to be so mad at her, for letting an attempt to get close to Kol just slip through her fingers. She was mad at herself. She had agreed to seduce Kol, and now she was backing out of it.

If Anya didn't, Connor would die in the next few months. And it would be all her fault.

Closing her eyes, Anya took deep breaths. Then, suddenly, her phone rang, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Hello?" she said, figuring it was Connor.

"Anya! Thank God you're alright! I was worried that Connor killed you."

Anya froze, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. How did she get her number? Connor had destroyed both of their cellphones and gotten them new ones so that their family couldn't track them.

"Aunt Molly?" she whispered, confused.

She could practically hear her aunt's smile of relief. "Hey kiddo, how are you?" she asked, sounding breathless with relief of getting ahold of her niece.

"I… I don't think I'm supposed to be talking to you," Anya said uncertainly, though she couldn't help but relax at her aunt's voice. She had yearned for the comfort of family the last few weeks while she and Connor had been on the run.

"Wait, Anya! Please, just talk to me! I've missed sweetie!" Molly said desperately.

Anya sighed. She really didn't want to hang up on her aunt, but she knew she should. It wasn't smart, to be talking to the people who wanted her brother dead. But since those people were her family, it complicated things.

She ran her hand over her face, before making a decision. She'd just talk to Molly for a few more minutes. It wasn't like she'd tell her their plan to save Connor and where they were. She'd just talk to her aunt, who she missed more than she should.

"Okay, fine. You have two minutes. Why'd you call?" Anya tried to sound like she was mad Molly called her, but she was sure she failed.

"I just want to make sure that you are okay, Anya," Molly said. "Have you been eating? Has Connor hurt you at all?"

Anya frowned. "No, of course not. Connor would never hurt me," she said indignantly.

"Honey, he's not Connor anymore. He's a vampire. And he'd kill you in a heartbeat, just like he killed your mother and my sister. I mean, he kidnapped you," Molly argued.

"Connor did not kidnap me!" Anya snapped. "I went with him because he's my brother. I don't care if he's human or a vampire or the Loch Ness Monster. He's my brother, and that'll never change."

"Anya, you're right. I'm sorry-" Molly started to say, but it was too late.

Anya hung up on her aunt, and then, just to be safe, she smashed her phone on the ground. That way her aunt could never call her back.

Anya sighed and stood up, ignoring the looks from passing pedestrians.

She had been right; Connor was going to be furious with her.

~LIP~

The house was silent as Anya slipped inside. She hoped that Connor wouldn't notice her, as she tried to walk past him at the kitchen table, on her way to her bedroom. But luck had never been on Anya's side.

"Did you make any progress today, Anya?" Connor asked without looking up from the stack of papers he had been reading.

Anya stopped in her steps and bit her lip. She didn't say anything, though.

Connor looked up and frowned at his sister. He knew her like the back of his hand. "What did you do, Anya?" he asked in a low voice, his blue eyes darkening in anger already.

"N-nothing, Connor," she said, but Anya had never been capable of lying to her brother. He knew that, too.

"You have five seconds to tell me what you did," Connor growled, standing up from his seat.

She sighed. "Alright, fine." She took a deep breath. "I saw Kol."

Connor straightened slightly, but he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop. "And?" he prompted. "What did you do?"

"Nothing," she sighed.

Connor's face flushed with anger. "Nothing?" he growled. "How could you just do nothing? We don't have all the time in the world, you know!"

"I'm sorry!" she cried out, taking two steps away from her brother in fear. "I choked, Connor, I'm sorry. It won't happen next time. I promise."

"It better not." He stared at his sister curiously. That wasn't all that happened. He could tell just by the look on her face. "What else, Anya?"

She looked down at her shoes, her hair hiding her face. "I talked to Molly," she whispered, hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

But luck had never been on Anya's side.

A growl, more animal than man, erupted from Connor's throat. In a second, Anya was slammed against a wall, and her shoulder ached in pain. "What?" he snarled, his face contorted in anger.

"I'm sorry, Connor! I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "I didn't tell her anything, I swear!"

Connor's grip on his sister's arms was extraordinarily painful. Anya gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. "I'm sorry, Connor. Please, you're hurting me."

Connor didn't loosen his grip on his sister.

"You're hurting me!" Anya finally cried out, unable to take the pain any longer.

With a look of disgust, Connor let go of Anya, as if touching her burned him. He turned his back on her, clearly trying to calm himself down. He didn't want to rip her throat out.

Who else would help him save his life?

"Get out of my sight, Anya," he growled.

She bit her lip, eyes stinging. She felt so ashamed of herself. How had she been so stupid, talking to Molly? How would that seem like a good idea?

As she made her way to her bedroom, she knew that she had to find out a way to redeem herself to Connor. She had to make him forgive her.

And Anya thought that she knew the perfect way to do just that.

~LIP~

Anya was back at the Mystic Grill, though this time she was wearing clothes much sexier than the jeans and long sleeve shirt she had been wearing that morning.

This time, she wanted Kol to be there.

She sat down at the bar, using the fake ID Connor had made her years ago to order herself a few shots. She tried her best not to psych herself out, but it wasn't working too well. After she did her first shot, though, Anya got some of her confidence back.

Now all she had to do was sit and wait for Kol to show up. If she was really lucky, he'd make the first move.

This time, luck was on Anya's side.

She had to wait only ten minutes until she felt someone sit down at her left side.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Anya closed her eyes for a brief second.

Now was the time for Anya Lewis to Seduce Kol Mikaelson.

~LIP~

A/N: I am so sorry for not updating, guys!

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