"Maybe kol kidnaps care and she falls for him." –AngelinaGuerin

"Please do an American Horror Story themed one! (like Tate/Violet kinda or coven)" –Jessica

"Wendy/Peter Pan Au with Caroline and Kol in their place"– QueenVamp

So I did AHS Coven, Zoe and Kyle (Kol as Zoe and Caroline as Kyle). This has my signature dark flare and I tried to echo the Wendy/Peter story a bit if it was possible. If it didn't show very much, well I tried.

This was also inspired by Catherynne M. Valente's Deathless.

"I am a blank paper on which you and your magic wrote a girl. Just the kind of girl you wanted, all hungry and hurt and needing. A machine for loving you. Nothing in me was not made by you."

-Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

It starts off with violence as most things in Mystic Falls does. He's been stuffed into a coffin with a dagger in his heart for around a century and he's quite furious about that but most of all – he's starving. So after he deals with Nik and his mother, he escapes out of the mansion and looks for a meal. He doesn't quite know anything yet about this time so Elijah follows him quickly, trying to stop him from massacring every single person in town.

But Elijah doesn't get it. He'd been daggered for only days, Kol had been thirsty for decades and he can taste his own blood swirling in his mouth as he bites his tongue. All he wants again is to taste rust in his mouth at somebody else's expense.

"Kol, please, calm yourself."

Elijah's hand is a tourniquet around his arm and despite how weak he still is from starvation he shrugs him off with the strength of pure desperation and anger. He wanted to feed and he was doing it now.

A blonde girl, no more than seventeen, exits a place called the 'Mystic Grill' and her shiny hair practically bounces with each step. She's all sunshine wrapped in a curvy, pretty package and he's drawn to her like a sunflower follows the sun. Elijah tries to keep up with him but he's already too far gone. He grabs the girl and with his vampire speed takes them far, far away.

He runs as far and fast as he could. Letting his legs and natural compass stir him some place where he can feed without interruption. He finds the forest where he used to live once upon a time as a human and stops where he can see the view of the falls. The girl squeaks when he drops her on the ground and she scrambles to get up, eyes wide as she stares up at him.

"W-What… are you-?"

He rolls his eyes with impatience and decides to skip the pleasantries, pulling her to him effortlessly, his hands like iron on the fragile bones and skin off her arms. Looking into her blue, blue eyes he says "Scream for me loudly, sweetheart."

And he bites into her neck with all the savagery a century of hunger and rage one can contain in one person. He nearly takes her head off, his teeth so deep into her throat, veins popping under the pressure and blood gushing into his awaiting mouth. She screams, sobs and cries through it all, begging, cursing for him to stop but he doesn't. Not until the last minute when she's so faint like a flickering light in his arms.

He looks at her as he raises his head from her neck, her eyes closed and her skin ashy from the blood loss and he feels a shaky emotion embed itself into his chest. Her heart weakly beating in her chest cavity, he bites into his wrist and forces her lips open to receive a gift only the damned choose to take willingly.

She moans around his wrist as she takes in his blood, his life and he lets her, her still fragile hands at his wrist, taking, taking, so hungry and he lets her. When he pulls his arm away and her blue eyes, so blue, stare into his eyes with a look of confusion and wonder, he knows what he needs to do.

He wraps his hands around her healing, so breakable, little neck and snaps it like one breaks a twig. The little flicker in her dies out and he carries her in his arms like the most important gift he's ever received. One he gives to himself.

His family isn't happy but he doesn't really care. After a thousand years of having to deal with them, his patience is quite limited when it comes to the things that pleased them. Even as a boy he wasn't the kind to beg and work for his parents' attention. Being the younger brother to Elijah, Finn and Nik assures that trying is just a waste of time.

So he doesn't give a damn when he enters the mansion with the blonde girl in his arms and all his siblings and mother look at him in disapproval. Nik looks annoyed but resigned, already in too much trouble at the moment to try and get involved in another fight for the day. Elijah looks disappointed but when hasn't he? Rebekah looks perturbed and maybe a little jealous. And Finn doesn't even blink, just stares back into the fire place like it's of no consequence as Kol is pretending it is.

Kol ignores his mother's stare, looking as expectant and grim as a mother can when her son has done something so inexplicably wrong.

Kol takes one of the vacant rooms he figures must be for him since the blood red curtains, dark furniture and bare walls just reminds him of himself or at least the side he lets Nik glimpse. No artwork, flowers, vases or any sort of decoration just like how he likes it but the bed is huge and he cautiously lays down the girl on it, dragging the seat at the desk in the corner and taking a seat on it to wait for her to wake.

She sleeps what may be forever but he's never been very patient. For her though he tries and spends the time to study her more closely. He counts her eyelashes, blonde underneath the black gunk that is staining the skin underneath her eyes from all the crying from earlier. Her lips are chapped and swollen from her biting on them. Her skin still like ash and her hair like a halo with lighter strands that make her look as she was born from the sun itself.

He waits and waits for her take her first breath in her new undead life, her heart springing to life to beat and beat against her ribcage…but it still doesn't come. And his brows furrow as he tries to recall when a turning took so much time. Most he had turned had taken an hour or two before coming back but this girl was taking much too long.

He begins to think that maybe his hunger-addled brain got something wrong when he gave her his blood when – yes – she gasps into her new life. And he welcomes her with a smile, his fingers in her sunshine hair and her eyes – those blue, blue eyes – staring into him like she finally found a universe to exist in.

There's something not quite right about the girl he turned. At first he doesn't notice, treating her like a new born chick and catering to her every need to transition properly into a vampire. He finds her a boy, maybe just a bit younger than her, with eyes like the ocean and hair like night. A moon boy to her sunshine girl and poetic to be the one for take to turn her fully into a vampire, he thinks.

The boy's blue eyes are dazed as he bites into his neck, offering the wound for the girl to taste. Her blue, blue eyes remind him of an infant, naive and new to the world and she is in a way, he concludes. Her lips taste the blood on the boy's neck in a twisted, tender kiss, her eyes closing to take it all in. Before it changes and a savagery only matching his own overcomes her.

She licks and tastes before new kitten teeth burst from her gums and then she's taking without remorse, feeding like the monster that she is now. He watches her devour with a pride only a creator can feel. She's so lovely his sunshine girl. So perfect and tender and vicious. He wants to watch her kill and take without remorse all his unending life.

All of a sudden she drops the moon boy who's already gone limp and a second away from death, her eyes wide with panic and terror, little cries escaping her throat as she begins to cry. She wails and pulls at her hair and scratches at her lovely face. He tries to stop her quickly but she struggles in her arms for a moment before relaxing, crying into his chest as he holds her. His hands are secure around her smaller frame as she sniffles into him, her whimpers becoming purrs like a mollified kitten.

His arms tighten around her as he realizes that something has gone horribly, horribly wrong. And he remembers the way his mother looked at him when he brought this girl home for the first time. Expectant and grim. Something is very, very wrong.

He doesn't tell his family just yet. He knows them to well. He knows the second he explains what happened they are going to get him to stake the girl and he doesn't want that. She is the sweetest thing he's ever had and he isn't going to give her up just yet even if she does act quite odd.

Most of the time he keeps her in his room, her sitting on the bed in one of the numerous pretty dresses he buys for her and staring at him from what part of the room he is. When he does take her out of the room, she clings to him like a child who is afraid of being taken away. Other times when he cannot avoid leaving her, she cries and wails and screams as he goes out of the door, locking his bedroom door behind her. The only reason she isn't running after him is because he tells her not to and she never disobeys an order.

When he finally gets back he can see her first through the second story window of his room, her watching him excitedly and waving her hands for him to come back. Rapt joy on her face when she first sees him and he practically bolts to his room to her awaiting arms. She purrs and whimpers like a happy kitten as he cradles her on his lap. And he has never felt so content despite how much he knows she is not right.

He leaves Caroline in his – their – room one day to get a book from the mansion's library. He tells her to sit still on the bed and wait for him. And she does her little protest before doing as he says. He's perusing the numerous books in the library, trying to find something he can read to his sunshine girl when his mother comes into the room. He stiffens slightly but tries to not give any indication he even notices she's there and is affected by it.

Of course, this is the woman that brought him to the world and the Original witch, she always knew especially when he tries his best to keep things from her. "How depraved have you become, my son?"

Her words echo in the library and hi hand freezes on a copy of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. He doesn't say anything and moves again, his fingers thrumming on the spines of old books. He even hums a little. But his mother doesn't take his snub and continues.

"That girl, she's wrong. Something went horribly wrong when you turned her, didn't it?"

Her words pierce through his back like sharp stakes and he winces at the truth being so bluntly shoved on him. She steps closer but he still doesn't turn to look at her.

"She doesn't speak, just cries and whines like a child. She's so happy to have you around but seems to have no sense of self without you. She is completely dependent on you and you like it that way." His mother explains. "You created a little doll to love you and only you. And you don't care how completely wrong this all is. You just want her."

His mother's prodding needles at him and he wants to shout at her but restraints himself. He won't win that away. The cords on his neck tighten with effort and his hand closes around one book on the shelf effortlessly, pulling it out and keeping it in hand as he speaks. "And so what if I like to have a toy, mother? Doesn't that just make me any more of the monster I already am? Am I not allowed a modicum of happiness in this existence you and my father presented to us with wine?"

"That was a mistake." She replies with a ferocity he inherited. "I should've never agreed to turning you into these creatures. But all I wanted was to keep you safe and now I am paying for my sins. I am paying for loving my children and my son, do not commit the same mistake."

There is a silence that practically suffocates all air in the library with a force that makes him tighten his hand around the book in his grasp. But he speaks even the words don't want to come out.

"Well, what if I want to pay for it?"

His mother's green eyes widen with realization and pity before becoming filled with that fierceness once more. "Then so be it, Kol. So be it."

He comes back to the room and his sunshine giggles with girlish pleasure, getting up from the bed to wrap her pale arms around him. She purrs and whimpers into his chest and he keeps one arm around her back and the other on a volume of J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan.

"What's your name?"

They're lying on the bed, his fingers running through her soft, golden hair. Her eyes are staring into his and she's smiling, always smiling. So happy to just be around him as she hums an unfamiliar tune. He takes in her scent with every breath – oranges and sandalwood.

She doesn't answer his question and continues to hum, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest, playing with the buttons of his jumper. Her eyes watching her fingers move on the brown fabric, he gently grabs her hand and titles her chin up with his other hand.

"Sweetheart, what's your name?" He asks again. But she just blinks and stares at him with her blue, blue eyes. More firmly he repeats the question and she starts trying to tug her hand away, whimpering in distress when he won't let go.

"Sweetheart," His free arm wraps around her back to pull her closer to him, flush against him until he can feel all the softness underneath her white floral sundress. "What is your name?"

She lets out a cry and her tiny fists fight with him to let her go, too weak despite her vampire strength to win against an Original. Her fists still pummel him on his chest and he lets out an aggravated sigh before capturing both her wrists and stopping her. "Okay, okay. It's okay."

She's crying and sobbing now, this poor little girl. He pulls her into his arms and lets her tears soak into his jumper until she's calm again. Her cheek rubbing like a tiny kitten trying to leave its scent on him, he caresses her hair and breathes in her scent. All the while he wonders.

The Salvatore brothers knock at their doorstep one afternoon and come looking for a girl. On instinct, Kol knows they've come for his sunshine girl so he refuses to come down and see them despite Nik's insistence. The ruffians go up anyway and push into his room to see the blonde girl on the bed, looking confused and distraught by all the people in the room. He tries to get them to leave but the older one pushes past him to grab the blonde's arm.

"Come on, Caroline. It's time to go."

The dark-haired male tries to drag her away but she fights him, punching and kicking him away with a viciousness Kol only saw in her the night she fully transitioned. Not expecting, such a fight from the girl he gets knocked down and 'Caroline' continues to hit him continuously until there's blood on her hands and the younger Salvatore tries to pull her off but she turns on him.

She growls when he touches her and scratches at his face, his green eyes widening in shock. She tries to claw at his eyes but Kol stops her, pulling her away to the bed and sitting her down, trying to calm her by whispering softly in her ear.

"It's okay, sweetheart. No one's going to take you. It's okay." She whimpers into him and cries into his chest, hands desperately clinging to the fabric as if it would keep her there. "I'm not going to let anyone take you. You're going to stay with me, sweetheart. Just me."

The Salvatores stare at them in horror and fascination from where they are standing, the older one already getting up, his face bloody with scratches and aimless hits. Nik stands by the door and only finally enters the room to escort them out. "You should go now. There's nothing of yours to take back."

The younger one starts to protest but the older Salvatore brother just shakes his head at him and lets Nick lead them out of the room. The door closes with a soft click and 'Caroline' is now noticeably calmer, only sniffling when he pulls away to wipe at her tear-stained cheeks.

"Caroline. That's your name?" Kol's gaze and voice are tender as he speaks. "It's pretty."

The blonde vehemently shakes her head. "No. No Caroline. No more."

The first words he's heard her speak since turning her and her voice is gruff but still so sweet despite it all. Despite the blood on her fists and the tears drying on her face, his sunshine girl was still beautiful. So very, very beautiful and lovely.

With a resigned sigh, he caresses her hair that he so very loves and tells her, "You know I'm selfish. So selfish. My mother was right. I created you to love me and only me."

She closes her eyes as his fingers trace the curve of her cheek, her mouth. "Like Peter Pan I took you away, my Wendy, and made you so you could never grow up with me. Except I didn't let you go. I can't let you go."

She bites her lip when his fingers trace her eyelids, blonde eyelashes tickling his thumb. "I should let you go. It's the right thing to do."

She shakes her head lightly in protest as she grumbles out with force. "No."

"And you're right. No, I won't do that. Cause I'm selfish and I'm never letting you go, sunshine girl." He rests his forehead on hers and breathes in her scent before closing his eyes. "And if there's anything I'm sorry for, it's that."

But she's not listening anymore, her fingers caressing his face with such tenderness it aches inside of him. "Love you." She whimpers before her lips taste his own, so gentle and sweet. "Only you."

He nods. "Only me."