"what if Caroline loved Kol no matter what that she didn't care if Kol's personality was suddenly 180? I would imagine that she'd be confused at first but she'd be blinded by love and therefore would let them in.. Kol would probably turn her so they could be together and Caroline's personality would also change and then they would spend the next few centuries together wrecking havoc all over the place" –CoffeeFanatic87

"Could you please do Kol and Caroline in the renaissance?"–TivaFTW

Sensitive topic of suicidal thoughts and general dark writing.

This is a sequel to my Koroline fic, born to die which is found in my love is a revolver.

Quotes are from Shakespeare's Macbeth.

Inspired heavily by Catherynne M. Valente's Deathless.

"I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I."

-Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

Caroline watched the ripples on the Amo River, the dark water like in the night. It would swallow her up and never spit her out. No one would be able to find her in those dark depth till morning came. She grasped at such morbid thoughts and let it overcome her.

Somebody she'd jump off this balcony and let the water take her. The siren's call would end and she'd be free. Free from it all. She'd no longer have to drown without water.

"What are you thinking about?" Warm arms enveloped her from behind and the familiarity of her lover made her want to step back into the safety of their room but also step forward and off the ledge. "Are you thinking about death again?"

"When I do not anymore?" She replied, hands tightening on the railing but not enough to break it. "When it is all I can remember?"

His lips travel from her pulse to the place where neck met shoulder and he kissed the skin lightly there. His hands go to her waist, one of his hands tracing circles on the red material of her dress. He has great knowledge of her body and being and he uses it to his advantage. She relaxes in his embrace.

"It hasn't been all bad has it, my dear?" He murmurs into her ear. "We've had some lovely times, haven't we?"

"There is too much blood in my hands, Kol." Memories of slaughtering over the centuries haunted her dreams and now her waking being and she wanted to jump so badly, to stop the never ending screams and gore in her head. "Such loveliness we had always had been at someone's expense."

She raised her hand and looked at the clean lines of her palm, reciting, "Yet here's a spot."

"Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly." He recited back at her.

"Hell is murky.—Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow'r to accompt?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?" She finished and grinned hollowly. "I inspired that character, you know."

"Yes, I remember. The boy thought you quite fearsome." He replied. "He had the good sense to be afraid."

"I fear only one thing and that is to be remembered as nothing less than a savage monster," She shook her head. "But I know my fear has come true. They write me in stories with many names, all which inspire fear – Gudit, Oya, Candace of Meroe, Itzpapalotl, Teuta, Enyo, Brunhild, Nefertiti, Ishtar…"

"Well, you can't say you didn't leave an impression among people." He smiled against her cheek as she sighs. "But as fearsome as you are to the world, you are nothing but loveliness to me."

"How can you stand to kiss my lips, to run your fingers through my hair, to spend yourself inside me when I am but a monster with a pretty face?"

He chuckled and it vibrated through her very core. "You forget, sweetheart, I am a monster too."

She let his words sink in, eyes on the dark water beneath her. "I still want to jump."

"But not tonight." He read her mind as if it was an open book. "You will love me tonight and then in the morning you'll be gone. You will tear my heart out as you die. Such a wicked thing you are but you are my match and you cannot be less."

"Yes."

Queens had to be as vicious as their kings to conquer, to rule, and to love. And Caroline was made his queen the second he offered her his blood. You are power and beauty. Let us be sinful and cruel to each other and destroy the world.

He took her hand and entwined their fingers, stepping back and pulling her into the room and away from the ledge. "Come. Love me tonight and kill me in the morning."

She glanced back once at the dark water and then complied.