So this is actually not as happy and fluffy as the person who requested it wanted but my muse refused to cooperate and so I ended up with this hot mess and none of it makes sense and I hate it but not enough to write something else. I hope you guys still like it though.
Prompt: "I'd like to see a role reversal kind of fic.. one where Caroline is the vampire and Kol is her all-human prey (maybe prey is the wrong word... because I don't actually want her to eat him.. lol). Maybe she turns him so that he can be with her?" -CoffeeFanatic87
Kol is the black sheep of the family. Not even Nik who they found out a few years ago is Esther's bastard child with another man and it sort of explains now why Mikael always seemed to hate him.
Besides the fact that Mikael is a hard father to all his children, wanting them to succeed as he did with his life and be independent and be somebody in this world. Mikaelsons are known to be determined privileged jerks who always have to have their way and when they didn't, someone gets hurt.
Ruthless, as his best friend, Jeremy Gilbert called it when Kol explained to him about his family.
Rebekah and Kol are spoiled rotten and have no qualms destroying someone for the sake of amusement. They inherited their father's determination and their mother's persistence and they never gave up when they wanted something.
Yes, they are ruthless, cruel and shows no mercy when someone is in their way.
Elijah who is known for his moralistic disposition will willingly set people on fire if it lighted (excuse the pun) his cause and Finn, obedient and loyal to their mother, would kill for her if she asks him and not even feel guilty about it, even Nik who is not even a real Mikaelson uses people like pawns on a chess board.
But what set Kol apart from his siblings and made him the proverbial black sheep of the family is that he is apathetic to everything. He doesn't really give a fuck about anything really. Video games, drugs, booze and sex are just distractions, to occupy his mind with until he can go to class. And even when he's sitting there listening to teachers drone on, his mind is just wandering back to said distractions, going round and round in circles.
His siblings care about a lot of things, whether small or big. They are passionate and they give a damn about what they give importance to. So why is Kol such an anomaly? Why does he have no passion in him while his siblings are brimming from top to bottom with fire?
The answer?
He's lazy. Very lazy, so lazy to the point he'd rather not care about nothing than to let it consume him.
His family is the prime example for this. Rebekah with the boys who play with her heart, Finn with their mother's wants, Elijah with his advocacies to better the world, Nik with his art to touch the masses and his parents who are obsessed with making sure they and their children leave a mark in this world.
And what did Kol care about? Nothing.
And no one in his family could handle this truth so they push him into trying anything worthwhile or just something that doesn't kill his brain cells. But they all just end up disappointed when Kol walks away and they've failed again.
It angers Mikael the most because he wants all his children to go to Ivy League schools like he and former generations of Mikaelsons did. Elijah went to Yale, Finn to Princeton and Nik to Harvard – all graduating with honors.
Bekah, who was still in high school, is already preparing to enter Brown next year. Everyone expecting her to graduate valedictorian in her batch because she's the ultimate Queen Bee, ruling the school with an iron fist and at the same time ironing out her college application until it's perfect.
And Kol? He barely graduated high school, skipping so many classes to smoke pot with the burn outs under the bleachers. He doesn't even have any 'fond' memories of his time there because he always high. He'd been fucking hangover during the SATs and no Ivy League school wanted to accept a crack head with no ambitions besides playing Halo.
The only real reason he's accepted into the community college is because his mom pulled some strings. Mikael had been so angry with his SATs scores that he threatened to disown him but Esther must've calmed him down because the next day, he scheduled an interview for him with the Dean of the college.
He doesn't remember the interview either. He was probably high at the time.
Jeremy is his best friend and only friend if he's to be honest. The boy lost his entire family, his parents and sister, in a tragic accident just before his freshman year of college. That's how they met, smoking rolls under the bleachers and sharing philosophical ideas only someone high would understand. Jeremy had been going down a downward spiral of teenagers whose deaths were broadcasted on TV and glamorized for media when he met his now girlfriend, Anna.
And then like a romance novel cliché, she changed him for the better and now they're so happy, Kol wants to brush his teeth every time he's near them.
But he does like Anna. She's a spitfire and kind of hot (but he'd never admit that to Jeremy) and she didn't dare try to preach to Kol about getting clean and focusing on his future. She's laidback and cool and gets his sense of humor, stopping Jeremy when he starts to get patronizing because he thinks Kol should let go of his 'phase' like he did.
Kol doesn't know whether he should tell Jeremy it wasn't a phase.
He's waiting at the bar, swallowing down some shots when Anna enters through the door and looks panicked as she starts looking around for something or someone. She looks like she's about to cry when she spots him, practically running to get to him. "Have you seen or heard from Jeremy?"
He blinks. "No."
She starts hyperventilating and talking to herself. "Calm down. He's probably just in the library, studying and his phone died, that's why he's not answering and… and…"
She looks back at Kol and starts babbling. "Was he supposed to meet you here? When was the last time he called? I've been trying to contact him for hours and he's not picking up, I called his aunt and she says he didn't go home. I called his other friends and they know nothing. Oh God, Kol, what if something bad happened to him? Oh my God, that can't happen! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God-"
He shut her up with his hand on her mouth. "Calm down. I'm sure he's fine. There's probably an explanation for everything. You know, Jer, he's not one to make you worry."
He drops his hand and she lets out a breath. "You're right. He's probably planning a surprise for tomorrow. It's anniversary, you know?"
He didn't or maybe he did, he's not good with dates.
"And he's probably planning something sweet and unexpected because he likes making me happy." She smiled though it looked a bit manic and he slowly started to back away. "I'm gonna go check his dorm again, maybe he went out for a walk and now he's back!"
And then she was off.
"Yeah, you do that." Kol said to thin air before shaking his head and going back to his drink.
Jeremy never showed and an hour later, Anna called again. Jeremy was still missing.
He stumbles out the bar, minutes before last call and he's swaying but not as badly as some days where usually the bartender calls one of his siblings and it's usually Finn or Nik who come to collect him.
Finn doesn't say anything to him as he drives him to his dorm, helping him up the stairs and unto his bed and making sure there was water and aspirin nearby when he woke up. Which was better than Nik's nagging about his irresponsibility and instead of his bed, he ended up on the couch with the curtains parted so he woke up with sun in his eyes, making the hangover worse.
He isn't that drunk though but knows better than to try driving so he leaves his car at the parking lot and wobbles the way to his dorm. He's near his dorms when he smells a pungent rusty smell like melted copper pennies and acid mixed together and hears sobbing, loud wailing more like it.
A part of him tells him Back away, fucker and another part goes Hm, I wonder what that is?
Guess which part he listens to.
The alcohol in his system makes him brave and he follows the direction of the smell and noise until he knows he's near enough and the smell is overwhelming his nostrils. What he saw made him stop and balk.
There, behind the row of small trees was a girl, a teenage girl, probably Rebekah's age, crouched on the ground and sobbing into her palms. She's covered in blood, all in her messy blonde hair, her mouth, her neck and her clothes. And there's a bloodied corpse by her.
Horror really sets in when he recognizes the shirt the corpse has on. It has How Black Is Your Sabbath printed on and he can make it out despite the blood. He'd given that shirt to Jeremy three years ago.
He's shocked dumb and he stands there, not moving, for what seems an eternity before the girl looks up, all bloody and still beautiful ever with running mascara giving her panda eyes and a bloody mouth, Jeremy's blood, his best friend's blood.
She finally notices him and looks up with watery eyes, agony and regret in them and she instantly sobs out. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to! I lost control….he was trying to help me- I was hungry and I panicked –and Oh my God, I'm so, so sorry!"
Maybe this is a dream, a nightmare and in the morning he'll get a call from Jeremy, who isn't dead, telling him about his anniversary surprise for Anna and Kol will roll his eyes at the sappiness but listen anyway.
But that would never happen.
Because oh God, Jeremy's dead,
And cold clarity sets into his befuddled brain when he realizes, this girl, this…this creature, whatever she is, might just kill him as well if she decides he's worth eating too and then there would be two bodies to be found in the morning.
He turns tail and runs.
She's fast, very fast, too fast because he's yards away before she's in front of him, stopping him from going anywhere with tiny, blood-splattered hands that are so strong, unnaturally strong.
"What the fuck are you?"
He continues to struggle and she lets out a growl when he tugs on her hair, distracting her enough so he can run again. But shit, she runs him down like a fox catches a rabbit and he's face aches from colliding on the ground and he can taste blood and dirt on his lips.
"Calm down!" The girl (monster) shouts. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
He struggles underneath her, she's light but her hands are on his spine, strong and he feels that she could break the bones on his back if she tries.
"Of for fuck's sakes!" She turns him over and he's on his back, staring into eyes of ice blue and suddenly his brain melts and he relaxes completely.
He feels like he's on a cloud, higher than any drug has ever brought him and he wants to stay in this mind-numbing bliss forever.
Her words are slow as she commands him. "You will do exactly as I say."
He nods, agreeing completely because why not? She's right, she's always right.
"You won't tell anyone about what you saw, right? You didn't see anything. It never happened, right?"
He nods again.
She smiles in relief. "Good. Now, do you live nearby?"
He takes her to his dorm and he doesn't have a roommate and everyone's asleep in their beds so no one would see him bringing a girl who looked like an extra in a horror movie into his dorm. He lies down on the couch, not knowing what to do as the girl cleans herself up in his bathroom.
She emerges a while later, her hair wet, her face clean of blood and the smeared make up all gone. She's quite fetching really, all blue baby doll eyes, fair skin and rosy cheeks. She looks innocent, harmless. And yet, she killed Jeremy right? Wasn't she just a monster with a deceitful face?
He frowns to himself as he fights with that calm seductive voice in his head, telling him otherwise. But she didn't mean to. It's not her fault. Not her fault. Not. Her. Fault.
And it was right, wasn't it?
It wasn't her fault.
She's not wearing her jacket anymore but her black blouse is still bloody and her jeans are ripped so he gets up and digs through his drawer for a shirt and some clean boxers. He hands them to her and she smiles shyly at him in gratitude.
He nearly balks when she takes her clothes off, stripping down to her lace bra and panties and he can see so much of that perfect, fair skin. Like porcelain and he wants to touch and feel if she's cold or warm and see if there are any imperfections.
Then just as quickly his glimpse of her is over as she puts on his clothes and smiles hesitantly up at him like she just didn't strip in front of him without a care in the world. "I'm rather tired. Can I stay here tonight?"
He immediately nods. ":Of course. Sure."
She smiles again, more brightly and she goes to the bed and crawls under the sheets. He moves to go get a blanket and pillow for the couch but she asks, "Aren't you coming?"
He pauses and then stares at her.
She smiles invitingly and coaxes him with a tilt of her head. "There's enough room."
Not really, it was a single bed and it barely fit him, let alone the two of them but he complies and crawls in with her. She drapes herself over him like he's a human plush toy and sighs into his shirt, rubbing her cheek into the cotton before drifting off to sleep.
He rests his head on her crown and then asks one dangerous thought, what am I doing?
And then he follows her into oblivion.
He's woken up by Rebekah's voice as she enters his dorm.
"Kol! You're late for the brunch Dad is hosting today! I cannot believe you're sleeping in again! What the hell have you been – Oh"
He opens an eye and squints up at Rebekah who's at the foot of the bed, staring down at him with a disapproving look. He follows her to where her gaze is directed and looks down to see the girl from last night, wrapped in his arms and she looked quite content in her sleep. How she slept through Bekah's shrieking was rather interesting though.
He looks up at Rebekah who gave him a look and down at the girl again before he jumps out of bed, causing the girl to awaken from his sudden movements. With wide eyes he looks back and forth between his sister and strange girl on the bed, realization dawning with how it looked like earlier.
"I-It isn't what it looks like!" He stammers in protest.
Rebekah rolls her eyes and starts walking towards the door. "Whatever. I'll be ready in my car, be down at fifteen and take the tramp with you if you want. It's not like you can disappoint our parents anymore anyway."
He bows his head and then looks back at the girl on his bed, her blue eyes wide and he tried to grin but it came out more of grimace. "You want brunch?"
The annual brunch hosted by Mikael is the social event for anyone who's anyone in town, mostly Founding families though and the Mikaelsons being the earliest settlers in the area were regarded very highly and not just that, but they are rich and influential and nobody forgets it.
Nobody forgets the black sheep of the family either, always such an embarrassment to them when he has to appear in social events where people would whisper about him behind his back and always comparing him to his siblings who are better at everything.
This time though, they are more curious about the pretty blonde he has on his arm. They've never seen her around town before so she must be new, definitely not from the Founding families so she really is a commodity among them. Just who is the girl?
Kol sighs to himself as he notices the numerous curious stares people are giving him and his 'date'. She looks nervous with all the attention and he quickly ushers her towards an empty table where they aren't forced to talk to anyone.
His mom stops him before they can reach the table though. Greeting him with a "Darling!" before peppering him kisses on his cheeks and he winces and tries to wipe her lipstick away as she starts to comment on his messy hair and tries to fix it.
Rebekah really did mean just fifteen minutes and that's barely enough to wash his face, brush his teeth, put on a suit and dress shoes and he's dragging the blonde girl out of the door before he realizes she's still clad in his faded Ramones t-shirt and boxers.
They're already downstairs and a door away from the parking lot where Rebekah honks in her car for them to hurry up and thankfully Rebekah had some spare clothes and shoes that were appropriate for the brunch so Caroline changed in the back of the car, Kol keeping his eyes resolutely forward in the passenger seat.
Caroline barely combed her hair when they arrived at the Mikaelson mansion. She looked a little disheveled, hair slightly out of control with no product or styling in it, no makeup, no perfume, no jewelry but she still managed to look stunning, radiant in her simplicity.
Esther finally notices Caroline and eyes her up in down, inspecting her. "And you must be…?"
Kol has never brought home a girl before, much less to any affair where they were scrutinized. Kol prefers to be dateless than to go to all the trouble so him bringing a date with him now after so many years must be making his mom's mind start calculating about the girl on all her details and if she is 'worthy' enough for her son.
Kol opens his mouth to introduce his companion but suddenly remembers he doesn't know her name, much less anything else except the fact she feeds on human blood.
"Caroline Forbes!" The blonde girl shakes his mom's hand and smiles up at her charmingly, disarmingly and Esther melts like butter in an El Nino.
"Forbes? Are you related to the town's Forbes by any chance?"
"Distantly," Caroline answered. "I'm here in town visiting them actually."
The idle chit-chat continues and by the time they're done, Esther is sold. She shoots her son an approving look as she goes away to mingle with her peers.
Kol can only stare at Caroline in awe. She somehow managed to gain his mother's approval at first meeting which was something because Esther Mikaelson is not so easily taken with anyone. She was tough cookies and chose who or who should not be in her life. So for her to be taken with some mysterious blonde he just brought along is rather impressive.
He sits down beside her at their table and gives her a smile.
After brunch, which went on for so long, it's almost dark, they went back to his dorm and Kol collapsed on the couch as Caroline stood by the doorway, leaning on the door and looking forlorn. He looks up from the couch and narrows his eyes at her as his brain tried to figure her out.
"Can I ask you something?"
She nods and slides off the door, going to the couch and pushing him until he's sitting up and there's room for her to sit down. She slips off Rebekah's flesh-colored heels and he's distracted by creamy soft legs.
"What's your question?" She asks and he wakes from his stupor.
"Um, yeah." He clears his throat. "What are you?"
She responds instantly, no hesitance. "I'm a vampire."
He blinks.
"As in Twilight?"
She scoffs. "No, like Anne Rice and Bram Stoker, not those glittering faeries Meyer likes to pass off as vampires."
"But you just walked into the sunlight earlier."
She waved her right hand on his face. "I have a special ring."
"Do you transform into a bat?"
She laughs. "No."
"Holy water? Crucifixes?"
"Just the same effect they have on you."
He contemplates his last question before continuing. "And blood?"
Her smile drops and her eyes close like fluttering butterfly wings. "That part's true but I swear I'm not a killer! Yesterday rarely happens, I'm usually in control and I usually have a stash of blood bags from suppliers but he was taking too long and I was so hungry and he- he…" She lets out a shuddering breath and closes her eyes. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I've been trying to be good and I just keep losing it."
She looks down at her hands, the ends still slightly pinkish from the blood she wasn't able to get out and he finds no bile rising in his throat, no disgust, no anger, just pity. And he takes her hand in his and squeezes till her eyes open and she's looking at him like he's someone special, someone good.
And he likes that.
They crawl into bed that night again and they don't say anything, just listening to the soft rhythm of breaths, her ear just above his heartbeat and he's wrapped warm in a cocoon of soft, beautiful girl and he doesn't think he wants to get out.
She looks up at him at the same time he looks down at her and their eyes lock, brown with blue and he's lost, drowning because he's holding his breath, afraid to even breath cause he might ruin the moment.
She tilts her head up invitingly and he reaches down, his lips are hesitant on hers which was different with him because usually sex like drugs and booze is a haze, lots of movement just to climax and doze off with the euphoria.
Like most things, it's a distraction but with this girl he's just met. This mysterious charming girl, he wants to take his time and so he lets her be on top, her lips gaining more confidence as the kiss deepens and lengthens. She straddles him with her slim thighs and his hands slide up them and into his short, another one she borrowed and he pulls it up and up until she can pull it over her head.
Her lips are back on his and she worn nothing underneath so he can feel all the perfect porcelain skin he's been wanting to touch ever since last night and he explores and takes and gives until she's literally ripping his clothes off, the material giving away to her inhuman strength.
She giggles as she looks down at him, biting her lips and her eyes seductive as she guides his length inside of her. And then he can't think anymore as she's bouncing on top of him, seeking her pleasure along with his own.
And this may have gone for seven minutes, maybe even seven years but all he knows is that wow, this was brilliant and sublime and he will never forget the way she cried out when she reached that peak, forcing him to take his as well.
They lay panting after it's done. Their skin sticky with sweat and she hums a song into his ear, her fingers in his dark hair before he drifts to sleep.
She wakes him up at dawn, her hands caressing and firm at the same time. And he opens his eyes drowsily as she smiles down at him with affection, fingers going through his hair and lips placing a chaste kiss on his chapped lips and she pulls away before he can respond.
She looks him in the eye, all blue, blue eyes and her voice has that familiar commanding tone. "You're free."
He closes his eyes for a second, as his head clears, that seductive, calm voice disappearing from his mind and replaced by human clarity. Thoughts and emotions come forth, reminding him of what he's being doing with who he's doing it with and bile rises in his throat.
Monster, monster, monster! He shouts in his head but his mouth refuses to open, his jaw clenched. And he wants to hurt this beautiful monster for taking away his will and forcing him to not care what she was. And he usually did not care about anything but now he does. He cares.
And he opens his eyes, ready to tell her off for playing with his head but she's already gone.
Anna comes into his room at noon, a complete mess as she sobs into his shirt.
"Jeremy's dead…" She repeats over and over.
And he clenches every muscle in his body that aches with anger, hate and betrayal.
He wants revenge.
A stake comes into his mail slot a few days later with a note, short and simple in flowery cursive handwriting.
Come and find me.