Chapter 1.

New York, 2010

The crowded club smelled of sweaty humans, alcohol and drugs.

The smell sucked, but everything else was great.

The bright lights, the music, the alcohol, the drugs and the boys.

I looked over everyone from my table in the corner as I took a sip of my scotch.

Then my eyes widened a fraction, my eyebrow raising a centimeter as I saw a guy walk into the club.

He walked with that kind of swagger that meant he was either really arrogant, or he had a right to be.

I decided he had a right to be.

I knew he's a dangerous type of guy just by looking at his face but the black clothes he was clad in just added to the dark, dangerous factor of him.

My eyes followed him like bees on honey.

I knew that he knew that I was looking at him from the smirk that immediately appeared on his face.

Or maybe he just always wore a smirk.

I could tell that he was a vampire.

For a few minutes he disappeared from view and I frowned.

"Don't you know that it's rude to stare?"

My heart jumped at the sound of the smooth, seductive accent and I turned to see the vampire behind me, his arms resting casually on the back of my seat.

Words rushed through my mind at such a pace I couldn't seem to make sense of them and my mouth seemed to have locked on me.

"Not one to talk then?" he smirked, slowly straightening up.

"Y- you're a vampire." I stammered.

His smirk grew wider as he slid into the seat beside me, looking at me intently.

"And you're the doppelganger."

I nodded and offered him my hand for him to shake. "Klara Gilbert."

He surprised me by bringing my hand up to lips and kissing it, I felt my heart skip a beat as his soft lips lingered there a little longer than necessary.

"Kol Mikaelson." he smirked, letting go of my hand, his fingers brushing against mine as he stared into my eyes.

"You're one of the Originals."

"You know about the Originals?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

He spoke so slow and seductively that I was left hanging on every word, desperate for him just to keep talking to me.

"I know pretty much everything," I breathed, my heart feeling as if it would explode at any second, "The first doppelganger, Katerina, told me about your family. Besides, I study the supernatural."

"Curious little thing, are we?" he chuckled.

I laughed and shook my head, looking over at him.

Kol frowned at my sudden confidence.

He was probably wondering how my heart rate had suddenly dropped back down to normal.

"No, but I'm a pretty good actress. I'm not afraid of you, or in awe. And I'm definitely not going to fall to my knees and worship you."

He looked at me, confusion written all over is face. "Then, why…?"

"I know you vampire like to entertain yourselves with humans. I was just playing along." I shrugged.

"Why though?"

"I'm bored." I stated simply making him narrow his eyes at me. I sighed pushing my drink towards him, "Scotch?"

He ignored my offer so I pulled it back, taking another sip of it.

"I could kill you." he snarled.

"Nope. You can't."

"Why not?" he sneered.

I grinned. "Well, your brother, Klaus, needs the doppelganger to break the curse. What would he do to you if he found out that you killed one half of his chance to that?"

"What do you mean one half?"

I sighed. "I have a twin sister."

He looked defeated for a second but then, he smirked. "Then, I could just tell Klaus where you are."

"Yeah, I guess you could do that," I nodded, "But what makes you think that I won't skip town before he can get here?"

"How would you know the exact date that he would arrive here?"

I took a sip of my drink before answering. "I have people looking out for me. Humans, vampires and even witches. I'm the safest person in this town right now."

He chuckled and I got up.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Kol. But I have things to do so I'm afraid I must go. I do hope I see you again."

He smirked. "Oh, so do I, Klara. So do I."

I smiled at him and left the club feeling Kol's eyes on me.