16 October 1914
"Alright, love, now all you need to do is concentrate." Amneris narrowed her eyes and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She focused all her attention on her task. She was trying to start a fire without the use of an aid. She didn't want to rely on matches or a lighter or anything like that to start her beloved flame. She'd heard of tine fairies that could start a flame with just the snap of their fingers. She wanted to do that. First, she needed to master the art of a large fire. At least, that's what Kol said.
She didn't used to put much faith in what he said. He manipulated so many people that she was afraid he would manipulate her but he'd promised he would never do that and so far he'd been true to his word. He told her, straight out, that she was the only one he could be his true self around without fearing consequences.
One of the first things Kol wanted her to do when they first met was produce a flame in the palm of her hand. She couldn't, she didn't know how and she told him such. He'd been agitated. "But not with you, love." He'd assured her. He'd told her that an elder from her clan should've been living with her to help her come into her powers. He'd grown even more agitated when she told him that there wasn't a clan based in New Orleans. That's when he decided to help her learn.
"I know a bit about magic myself. How much different can it be?" Not that much, as it turned out. Kol was pleased to discover that many of the techniques he'd told the local witches to utilize, worked with fairies as well.
They were working their way up, he said. First, they would start with large fires. Bonfires, fireplaces and the likes. Once she mastered that, they would move onto smaller objects like candles and cigarettes and stoves. Kol said, if she could light this fire, they would start in on candles.
She clenched her jaw and stamped her foot like a child. "Keep it still, it's moving too much." She was petulant. Kol smirked and walked around her towards the stake in the ground. He smirked dangerously at the figure squirming against the wooden beam and wrapped his hands around the top of the wood just above his head. "Come on, lad. The lady's requested you keep still. Don't want to disappoint her, do we?" The man shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face. He'd made the unfortunate mistake of running into them earlier that afternoon.
Kol and Amneris had been returning to her home after a delightful afternoon at the picture show. They'd been discussing her increasing strength and were trying to decide how to continue her lessons when the man had appeared at the end of the alley they were walking down. It was sign, she'd told him later. The man had happened upon them right at the time they were discussing her next practice session.
He'd threatened Kol with a gun and demanded their money and valuables. Neither had moved and he grew impatient. He'd then said he'd rape Amneris in front of Kol before killing them both and that hadn't sat well with Kol at all. The man had found himself weaponless in seconds with a firm hand wrapped around his throat. Kol had been ready to kill him then and there but Amneris suggested they bring him along. She said she always worked better with a moving target anyway.
That was where the man now found himself.
As soon as Kol stepped back, Amneris concentrated once again on the writhing, crying mess that was supposed to be a man. She narrowed all her focus on him and pushed all her energy towards his shape.
In the beginning of their training sessions, Kol at told her to visualize the flame surrounding her target. If she could visualize the flame, it only required focus and energy to make it appear.
There was a whoosh of sound and the man burst into flames, screaming behind his gag. Amneris' eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she clapped her hands together, bringing them to her mouth in delight.
Kol laughed with joy and lifted her off her feet, twirling her in the air. She giggled and pressed her forehead to his as he lowered her back to the ground. She took a deep breath in, reveling in the scent of burning flesh and wood. Kol pressed his lips firmly to hers and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. "I could take you right here." She shivered and pressed herself against him, feeling the hard angles of his body through the thick cotton of his clothing.
"Then take me." Kol growled low in his chest and swept them inside. She blinked and they were in the house. She shrieked when he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. "I'll take you every way I can until I can no longer smell his burning flesh. Then I'll take you again." The house was filled with the sound of her laughter before the sound of her pleasure.
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Amneris was seated next to Rebekah on the couch getting their nails done while the men were being fitted for their tuxedos. Kol was standing on a small platform in front of a set of mirrors. An elderly compelled human knelt behind him and pinned up his trousers. He adjusted the lapels of his coat and smirked at his reflection. "Rebekah, tell me how handsome I am."
Amneris smirked and snapped the fingers of her right hand, watching the flame lick up from her thumb and flutter magnificently in front of her eyes. Finn was watching her cautiously. Perhaps she'd been too quick to demonstrate her abilities in front of him. Ever since they first met, he'd been careful around her like he didn't want to set her off.
"Oh, Kol, you know I can't be compelled." Amneris met his eyes in the mirror. "I think you look very handsome, Kol." She said, stroking his ego and watching his frame straighten. Rebekah turned amused eyes to her, eyeing the flickering flame at her fingertip. "Aren't you afraid that's going to ruin your nails?" Amneris turned her eyes to Bekah and shook her head. "I've had a lot of practice."
She met Kol's eyes again, and smirked. "It took me some time to master this little trick. I worked on it for months before I was finally able to do it without setting a random piece of furniture on fire. By the time I'd mastered it, my entire living room and sunroom were refurnished and redecorated." She opened her hand the flame disappeared.
She turned her eyes up when the door was opened and Klaus stormed in with a purpose. "You went after Elena." Amneris drew her eyebrows together and stared at Rebekah. The blonde rolled her eyes. "What is wrong with you?" Rebekah smiled and shifted, getting comfortable. "Here we go." She said.
Kol turned away from the mirror and shooed the tailor away. "Do you want another dagger in your heart?" Klaus sneered down at his sister, unamused by her smile. Kol rolled his eyes. "Again with the dagger threats? Don't you have any other tricks?" he asked. Amneris eyed the drying polish on her left hand. She wondered if she tried to produce a flame if the wet paint would catch on fire. It was flammable, after all. Or maybe that was the remover.
"Kol, go back to staring at yourself." Klaus barely spared him a glance before he turned back to Rebekah. Kol wasn't going to be ignored though. He stepped forward towards his brother. "And who are you? My father?" Amneris rolled her eyes and continued to contemplate the pros and cons of lighting a flame with drying nail polish. "No, Kol, but you're in my house." Klaus stepped forward and came face to face with Kol. Kol's face hardened. "Then perhaps we should go outside."
Amneris eyed the squabbling brothers, contemplating whether she should get involved. Esther made an appearance in the entry way and folded her hands in front of her. "Enough." Amneris flicked her gaze to the original mother and narrowed her eyes. "Come, Niklaus." Klaus glared at his younger brother for a few more seconds before following his mother.
Amneris continued to stare at the spot that Esther had once occupied. She still didn't trust the woman. She was up to no good. She was snapped from her reverie when Kol appeared in front of her, bending at the waist to come face to face with her. She smirked at him and wound her arms around his neck as he buried his face against the curve of her shoulder. She giggled as he took an exaggerated sniff.
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Amneris was wearing a floor length emerald silk evening gown. It was an A-line sleeveless scoop neck gown with beaded embellishments across the chest and back. The fabric of the dress synched at the waist and flowed easily and smoothly from her hips to the floor. The beading v-ed down her chest and came to a point right above her belly button and looped over her shoulders and covered her back. Her hair was up in a complicated knot of swirls and curls and she had a single set of diamonds in her lobes. She was stunning to behold and she was all his.
They were mingling before the party actually started. She was on one side of the room conversing with some important person that Kol had absolutely no patience for while he was on the other side, leaning against the bar with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. He was dressed in a black three piece suit with a bowtie practically choking him. He brought his fingers up to his collar and adjusted the knot. He stood up straight when Elijah stopped beside him.
"Brother, have you begun terrorizing the locals yet?" Elijah asked, sweeping his eyes over the crowd. Kol smirked and downed his whiskey, hissing softly at the familiar burn. "I don't want them to get the wrong impression. They should know the name of the man terrorizing them before they're terrorized." Elijah smiled and nodded slowly.
"I heard Miss Pelletier's side of the story but I have yet to hear yours." Kol raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the bar, forgoing his good posture, and eyed his brother curiously. "What story?" He asked. Elijah brought his champagne glass to his lips and took a small sip. "She told me how you met. I'm curious to know what you remember of that fateful day a hundred years ago." Kol snorted ungracefully and turned his eyes to the crowd, always finding Amneris. She was talking to his sister who still looked just a little uneasy around her.
"She was living in Faubourg Marigny just outside of the French Market. A few witch friends of mine lived around that area and I frequented there often." He glanced up at Elijah who was watching him closely. He cleared his throat and stood up straight, slipping his hands into his pockets.
He didn't like discussing his mated bond. He'd never discussed it with anyone besides his mate. It was a sacred part of their relationship. Every mated pair bonded differently. For vampires it was the simple act of sharing blood during intercourse, which he did. When werewolves bonded with their chosen mate, they bit the back of the mates neck and latched on, creating a scar was would become invisible to the naked eye but any supernatural creature would be able to see the mating mark of a bonded pair.
Fairies were a bit different. They didn't leave a physical mark at all. They left an imprint. A microscopic piece of themselves attached to the aura of their chosen mate. Kol didn't even know he had it until she'd explained it to him.
All destined mates began dreaming of their chosen mate days, weeks, sometimes years before they actually encountered their true mate. Fairies were the only creatures who could discern personal details from the dreams. Things like names, faces, places and times could be determined once a fairy began dreaming of their mate.
Amneris began dreaming of Kol years before they met face to face. She knew his name and his face three years before they came in contact with each other. She knew things about him that he'd done when no one else was around.
After she'd told him that she'd imprinted on him, he'd been slightly shocked. He'd never felt her do anything to him outside of the ordinary. They hadn't made love yet and they had only just begun their relationship. She'd laughed at him and told him imprinting was done in three stages.
The first stage of imprinting happened after the first dream the fairy had. Amneris said Kol should've felt a shift in his psyche a few years before. After she said that to him, he recalled a specific moment three years before where he'd bolted up from a dead sleep, dripping with sweat. There were two women in his bed at the time and he suddenly had no taste for them. He'd compelled them to leave his house without as much as a backwards glance.
She said the next step was the first moment they met, when they came face to face for the first time. She said they had to lock eyes and her imprint would deepen. The first time he locked eyes with her he had felt a sudden fullness swell in his chest. Like for the first time in his life he'd taken a complete and full breath.
After the second stage of imprinting, Kol's aura was supposed to take on an orange quality. She was a fire fairy, she said, so his aura was supposed to turn orange. Earth fairies aura's turned green, water fairies turned blue and air fairies turned silver. She said, at the second stage, only fairies and witches could see the color of his aura. It was the only part of him that was changed because of their bond.
When he asked her about the third stage, she'd blushed furiously. She said the third and final stage was completed after they made love for the first time. Not only would his aura be orange but his natural scent would change, thus signifying to other supernatural creatures that he was mated and off the market. She said his natural scent would now resemble her own. She smelled of bonfire smoke and magnolias. He'd wrinkled his nose when she told him that. He didn't want to smell like a flower. She hit his shoulder and said he would smell like smoke. Not too terribly but his natural musk would now carry hints of firewood and hickory.
Elijah cleared his throat and Kol looked up. He'd been silent for several minutes and hadn't completed his story of how he met Amneris. "I'm assuming you're familiar with the workings of a mating bond." He saw Elijah nod in her peripheral vision. "I'd sensed her for a few years at that point. She'd been dreaming of me for three years and I'd been dreaming of her, albeit not in as much detail." Elijah smiled and turned his head to nod at a familiar face.
"I'd felt a shift in my chest the morning I met her and had a sudden feeling of clarity. I knew that I was going to meet her that day so I set off in search." Elijah cocked an eyebrow. "You just went looking for her without any type of prior knowledge?" Kol chuckled and traced his knuckles over the edge of his jaw, watching Amneris strike up a conversation with the mayor and one of the Salvatore brother's that Klaus spoke of with such distain. "Come now, 'Lijah. I had a decent idea of where she would be, I just had to follow my gut."
Elijah licked his lips and watched his brother's mate with curious eyes. She was working the room like a pro, insinuating herself into conversations. "Once I hit the Marigny, I knew I was close. She was living in this little yellow house with a wrought iron front gate and a wraparound porch. She had oak patio furniture and pink magnolia's hanging from her gutters. There were beds of them lining her front porch in white and red and yellow and orange." Kol hummed, thinking of her lovely gardens in Louisiana.
"She still smells like them." Kol nodded. "They're her favorite. She had them in her front and back garden. Along with a few roses and chrysanthemums but mostly magnolias."
"So, you just followed your instincts and found her by the quarter?" Kol nodded. "More or less, yes. She knew who I was instantly. Came through her front door like she was expecting me and smiled. She invited me in before I even came through the front gate. Told me there were fresh snickerdoodles cooling on the stove if I was hungry." Kol chuckled at his use of the word snickerdoodle. Elijah did as well, finding joy in his brother's amusement. "It was the first time I didn't feel threatened by anyone. The first time I felt, truly felt, home."
He turned his eyes up to Elijah's noticing the slight melancholy that surrounding his final statement. Elijah also felt saddened by Kol's revelation. He met his brother's eyes and smiled sadly, finishing off his champagne and clearing his throat. "Young Mr. Salvatore seems to be lavishing your mate with attention. Perhaps you should introduce yourself properly." Kol smirked widely and placed his empty glass on the bar, straightening his jacket. "Perhaps I should."
Elijah smirked at Kol sauntered up behind Amneris, placing his hand low on her back and leaning forward, overtaking the conversation.
"Mayor Lockwood, we haven't formally met. Kol Mikaelson." He brought her hand up to his lips. "I hope your lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it." Amneris dampened the urge to roll her eyes and lifted her champagne glass to her lips. She met Damon's eyes and smiled darkly at him. He narrowed his eyes at her before addressing Kol. "Damon Salvatore." He held his hand out to Kol. "Have we met?" Kol kept his smile firmly planted on his lips and shook Damon's hand. "I've met a lot of people and you don't particularly stand out."
Amneris giggled lightly and let herself be led away. Kol took two glasses of champagne off of a passing tray and handed one to her. "That wasn't very nice, love." He smirked and waggled his eyebrows, taking a long swig. "I'm not a nice person, darling." She nodded in agreement. She turned her head when Damon Salvatore passed them and headed for a young brunette wearing a glittery black and silver ball gown. "I do believe the doppelgänger just made an appearance." Amneris gasped and wrapped her hand around Kol's elbow. "Can we go meet her, Kol? I've never met one before." He smirked and bent his elbow, fitting her hand in it and approaching the doppelgänger and the Salvatore brothers.
Both men were instantly on guard when they approached. "You must be Elena." The brunette hiked a brow up into her hairline but stood tall, a marvelous feat for many when facing Kol. She gave him her hand and he kissed the back of it, eyeing the antsy brothers on either side of her. "I'm Kol Mikaelson and this is my lovely partner, Amneris Pelletier." Amneris nodded politely at Elena and eyed the Salvatore brothers.
Both recognized her from the previous night but only Damon knew what she was. Stefan was blissfully unaware. She couldn't wait to let him in on the secret. "I'm Elena Gilbert but," She swallowed thickly and pushed her shoulders back, acting brave. "You seemed to already know that." Kol smirked and cocked his head to the side, eyeing her curiously. "I can't say that I know what all the fuss is about. You don't look all that special."
Elena tensed and almost looked offended. Damon and Stefan both narrowed their eyes and Stefan seemed to take half a step forward. Amneris rested her free hand on Kol's chest and smiled kindly. "Forgive him. He left his tact somewhere in a wooden box upstairs. If you'll excuse us, I believe the family is gathering on the steps shortly." She smiled at each glaring face before spinning Kol around and heading back to the main floor.
"I was just having a bit of fun, darling." Kol smiled at the people they passed. "Be that as it may, my love, but we can have more fun with them without a crowd of people and with some healthy planning." Kol stopped them at the foot of the stairs and faced her, his hands on her shoulders. "Are you suggesting we conspire?" He asked, mischievously. Amneris raised an eyebrow and shrugged delicately. "Perhaps. It is what we fairies do best and I've been without my partner in crime for a century. I need something to let out all this energy on."
Kol smirked and placed a kiss on her forehead before ascending the stairs and standing beside his brother as Elijah began his speech. "Welcome, thank you for joining us. You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this it's tradition for us to commence the evening with a dance." Amneris' eyes widened and she smiled brightly. Kol had promised her a dance years ago and he had yet to deliver. He winked down at her as if reading her mind. "Tonight's pick is a centuries old waltz so if all of you could find yourselves a partner, please join us in the ballroom."
Elijah descended the stairs and Kol was quick to follow. He held out his arm and she let him lead her through to the ballroom. They stood behind Damon and Elena as a popular modern slow song floated through the speakers. She recognized the singer as one she enjoyed and let the music flow over her. "If I recall correctly, I promised you a dance a few decades ago." She smiled up at Kol's dancing eyes and shook her head, stepping forward at his lead.
"I seem to remember you saying you'd dance with me in front of the fire to DeBussy after you completed your plan to get rid of your arrogant older brother once and for all." Kol shrugged lightly and turned them around, facing the opposite wall. "We all remember it the way we need to." She rolled her eyes as he twirled her under his arm and up against his chest. "You said you'd dance with me to DeBussy. His suite was one of my favorites." Kol nodded and trailed his eyes down the front of her, taking in the way her dress hugged her curves. "You, my darling, look stunning." She hummed and perused the guests around them.
Elijah and Finn were dancing with nameless women that held no interest to her. Klaus was engaged in conversation with a striking blonde in blue. He was smiling. She held some meaning to the hybrid. Rebekah was dancing with a tall man who Klaus' partner was eyeing like hawk. She would have to ask about that later. The doppelgänger was dancing with Damon and the other brother was with the mayor.
"I can't wait to see what you're wearing beneath this lovely dress, darling." She turned her eyes back to Kol who was staring at the beads of her gown like it held all the world's secrets. She smirked and leaned forward. "Nothing." His eyes widened as she was spun around into the grasp of his brother, Klaus.
The hybrid smirked down at her and chuckled darkly. "Quite the tease you are." She wasn't impressed and turned her head away from him. "That was not meant for your ears." He chuckled. "Obviously. Tell me, how did you manage to tame my homicidal little brother?" She met his eyes and studied his face. "What makes you think I tamed him?" A thoughtful look crossed his face and he shrugged. "He has yet to kill anyone since he's been out of the coffin. That's a record."
She nodded. "Good for him. Although, I wouldn't get too excited, he always had more fun killing in pairs." Klaus flicked his eyes sharply to hers. "Excuse me?" He tried to act dangerous. She smiled darkly and pursed her lips, innocence coloring her features. "After we completed our mating bond, Kol found more joy killing as partners. There was no longer joy in doing it on his own." She shrugged like it wasn't that big of a deal, like it happened every day. "He would wrangle up a set of victims, usually in even numbers and then," She shrugged again. "He'd drain his share and I'd burn mine. Sometimes I'd mix it up and just burn patches of their skin before killing them." She met his eyes and smiled.
Klaus saw her in a different light then. He could see, now, why she fit with his psychotic killing machine of a younger brother. Behind her eyes was the same thing he saw behind's Kol's, the manic glee at others' suffering and the calculated method of creating said suffering. Klaus wouldn't call them insane but neither one of them was mentally sound.
He smiled at her and stepped back as the song ended. He kissed the back of her hand and bowed, releasing her into the waiting arms of his brother. Kol practically carried her from the dance floor and disappeared around the corner.
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Kol had attempted to have a "quickie", the correct term for what he requested in the ladies room, but she'd put her foot down on that. It was completely unladylike to act such a way in public. And the scandal if they were caught. She wouldn't have it. No matter how tingly her belly got or how much she throbbed between her legs, she would not have it.
She smoothed her hands gently over the sides of her hair and stepped out from the alcove that the restrooms were tucked in. Kol had disappeared after she'd refused him. He wasn't really angry but she figured it was best to leave him alone to work off his frustrations. She spotted Elijah near the doppelgänger and headed in his direction. She snagged a champagne flute on her way over. She needed to find out what kind of champagne it was. It truly was magnificent.
Elijah smiled at her as she approached. His eyes were a little tight and she cocked her head to the side. "Is something troubling you, Mr. Mikaelson?" He laughed lightly. "Please, call me Elijah. I do believe we have reached such a point." She tilted her head in acknowledgement. "Then call me Amneris. We are practically family, after all." He smiled again, just as tense. "You seem a little…tense, Elijah." He nodded once and turned his eyes to the balcony as his mother appeared at the ledge.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Esther's voice grated on Amneris' nerves. She couldn't put her finger on why but something about the woman was irritating on a level far out of the natural realm of irritants. "Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass." Elijah took a glass and passed it first to Amneris and then reaching for another to give to Elena. Amneris got an unexplained joy out of being first to receive champagne from Elijah. "It provides me with no greater joy then to see my family back together as one." Amneris looked up at Esther as she gave her speech. Something didn't sit right with her. "I'd like to thank you all for being a part of this spectacular evening." Esther raised her glass. "Cheers."
There was a resounding echo as everyone drank from their glasses. Amneris turned her eyes to Elena who was eyeing Elijah's glass like it was poisonous, watching him drink. Amneris narrowed her eyes and glared at the doppelgänger. The girl shrank back from her venomous eyes before smiling tensely at Elijah, making her excuse to depart.
Elijah turned to his brother's lover and sighed. "Something's not right, Elijah." He nodded and looked around, gauging the security of their conversation. "I'm aware." He lifted his elbow and motioned for her to take his arm. She did, abandoning her champagne on a nearby table. It always gave her a frightful headache the next morning.
Elijah led her from the room and to a smaller one, an office, shutting the door behind them. "What's bothering you?" She asked him. Elijah smiled and slipped his hands into his pockets. "You certainly don't waste time." She didn't share in his amusement. He reached a hand up and smoothed it down across his lips and chin. "I believe that Miss Gilbert is not being honest with me regarding my mother's intentions." Amneris drew her eyebrows together and lifted her chin. "You think her intentions less than honorable?"
Elijah snorted ungracefully. "My mother does not know the meaning of the word." He turned to face her. "I believe that she wants our family together, yes, but I do not believe it is for the reasons she's spouting to the public." He looked away and tightened his jaw. Amneris crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you believe her intentions are, Elijah?"
The older man looked at her, really looked. She was strong and stood firm before him. He knew that she would do anything to protect his brother and she wouldn't bat an eye in the process. He'd overheard bits and pieces of her conversation with Niklaus and was not surprised at the depth of her depravity. She was, after all, a fire fairy and they were known for their volatility. There was a conniving gleam in her eye and he knew that she would be on his side regarding his suspicions.
He stepped forward. "I believe that my mother wishes to see to our demise." Her eyes widened and she took half a step back. This put her bond with Kol at risk. A risk to her mate was a risk to her and she would not have that at all.
He could practically see the smoke curling up from her ears. He held up his hands in a calming gesture. "I believe we can thwart her, however." She narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips. "How, exactly, do you suggest we do that?" Elijah smiled thinly, dangerously. "Why, Elena Gilbert, of course."
Before any more words could pass between them, there was a loud crash from outside and the distinct sound of a neck snapping. Elijah slipped quickly from the room, holding the door open for her as they scurried to the front door.
Stefan Salvatore was already outside, staring wide eyed at his older brother. Kol was face down on the pavement, his neck snapped. Amneris gasped and made to step forward but Elijah gripped her arms tightly. Damon looked somewhat out of it. He appeared dazed.
Elijah lowered his head to speak in Amneris' ear. "He'll be fine. You can seek revenge at a later date. Please, do not cause any more of a scene." Amneris wanted greatly to throw Elijah off of her and burn the young vampire where he stood but that would only raise questions and cause alarm. She needed to be smart about her vengeance.
Elijah released her when he was sure she wouldn't cause more damage and the entire family watched as Damon stumbled away. He met Klaus' eyes and they nodded, silently agreeing to work the crowd and compel those that required compelling and explain to those that only knew small details. Rebekah and Finn heaved Kol up off the driveway and carried him into the house with Amneris on their heels.
The nerve of Damon Salvatore.
She hiked the skirt of her dress up her legs to move faster. She shook her head. The sheer gall he possessed, thinking he could incapacitate an original, one with a fairy for a mate, to boot. She shook her head, again, following Finn and Rebekah into her room as they placed Kol flat on the bed. She nodded in thanks as they left.
Obviously, Kol had done something to enrage the other vampire but no one harmed her mate and went unscathed. She thought of all the ways she could punish Damon Salvatore. She eyed Kol, prone on the mattress. She had at least two hours before he regained consciousness. Plenty of time for her to think of all the ways she could get back at Damon. When he woke, she would share them with him and ask for his opinion. She always liked it when Kol used a baseball bat on his victims. Maybe she could get him to do that first.
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At first, I was going to make it so Amneris overheard Esther's plan but then, since Kol didn't know about it in the next episode, I decided not to do that. Instead, I made it so that she and Elijah had the same suspicions and shared their distaste for Esther's presence.
I liked writing this chapter. It was requested that I give a little background info on how Kol and Amneris met so I'll try to do that in later chapters. I'm not entirely sure yet how their whole story goes. It kind of just "was", you know. They both knew it would happen and it just sort of did.
Anyway, I added a little flashback scene to kind of show you a little bit of how Amneris' powers work. I'm going to try to fit more of her using her powers into later chapters. I want her to use it on the Mystic Falls gang for sure.
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