"What if the Mikaelson's were the humans and Caroline and Co. were the crazy vampires taking in to Mystic Falls? Kol could set their house on fire. And Bonnie is Kol's best friend" –QueenVamp

"I was wonder if you could write where caroline was had kol's personality and Kol had Caroline's personality. Because the story your are great but it is pretty much always Kol changing caroline. So I thought the other way around might be interesting" –Guest

I don't know if I did the second prompt right. Like I did not know how to tackle it. Whatever, at least I tried.

References to Teen Wolf. Inspired by Supernatural: Bloodlines.

No sequel, okay? Beg all you like but no.

Have you ever had a bad feeling about your morning? Like an ominous charge in the air trying to warn your rational mind that there's something going to go wrong? Normally, people would ignore this feeling, chalking it up to nerves or their imagination but witches were different. They were trained to listen to this feeling, to interpret it and understand how to stop or manage any danger that was coming.

Kol was half-witch, his mother the leader of the large coven in Blessed City and thus, he was well aware of magic and its intricacies from an early when his mother pressed his chubby baby fingers into the soul of green house and he felt the thrum of magic for the first time. He understood about the balance of power and nature and the need to maintain it.

Along with being half-hunter, his father the leader of the organization of hunters, Kol understood order and discipline to protect those who could not protect themselves.

He was half-witch and half-hunter, something else. Thus he could do other things other witches weren't able to and do other things other hunters couldn't. Their bloodline was new, he and his siblings, as the four supernatural factions of the city didn't usually intermingle besides for business matters. But their parents fell in love by some miracle and there was the Mikaelsons, the special children and whispered behind their backs, "the freaks".

Kol's hearing could pick up on the whispers here and then, his senses weren't as sharp as a werewolves but they were enough and he bit his tongue more than he wanted. Elijah had warned him not to get into fights with those of the other factions. The werewolves were too vindictive and the dopplegangers too tricky but even those of his own kind acted harshly, jealous of what he was capable of that they weren't. Thus, Kol hated school.

Rebekah tried to fit in, she was younger and generally more deluded. She even dated from the other factions. Having walked in on his sister in flagrante with that arsehole werewolf Tyler bleeding Lockwood in her bedroom the other day, Kol was more than worried about his baby sister. She practically fell for any boy that called pretty regardless of what he was and Kol knew it would land her in trouble someday.

And he would have to get her out of it because Aaron and Elijah were busy with their father and the hunters and Finn was busy with their mother and the witches, leaving Kol as Rebekah's only protector. There was no way thirteen-year-old Henrik could stand up for Rebekah, unique bloodline or not. And Kol's responsibility needled at him at times. Especially now when he walked into his next class and to his horror, was greeted by the sight of a half-naked Rebekah snogging some bloke whose hair kept changing colors in his excitement.

Bloody dopplegangers. He cursed inwardly all the shape shifters in the city and tried to calm himself enough not to disembowel the idiot feeling up his only sister. He cleared his throat loudly, making the two freeze. Rebekah gasped as she turned to see him.

"Kol!" She nearly whined and he rolled his eyes before picking up her shirt of the floor and tossing it at her.

"Get dressed." He grunted and sent a glare to rainbow boy. "Evaporate, shifty."

The doppleganger scowled at the derogatory term and looked ready to insult him back when Kol waved his hand and the other boy was blown by a strong gust of wind to the wall with such force, he collapsed on the ground. Rainbow boy (whose hair was now a bright yellow) stared up at him in shock and fear.

"Out," Kol bit out one more time. "And if you come near here again, I will make sure you're red all over with your own blood."

Rainbow boy got the message and practically sprinted from the room, leaving Kol with his pouting sister.

"Was that really necessary?" Rebekah (thank Mother Nature) was more dressed now and crossed her arms over her chest in a defensive move. "He was nice."

"Nice? Is that all you look for before you take off your shirt?" Kol snorted. "Well, no wonder you can't maintain a relationship."

"Because you scare them off,"

"You date arseholes."

"No, I'm related to them!" Rebekah pushed past him briskly and stomped through the door. She stopped when she felt the tingle of a jinx shoot through her and she touched her hair, screaming when she saw it was fire engine red. "Kol!"

He laughed and ignored her as she screamed for him to change it back. He continued laughing as he exited the room, her shrieks following him out into the hallway.

His day starting out quite normal didn't alert Kol that the ominous feeling was telling him something very important. It tried to reach him when he was having lessons with Bonnie's grandmother who was teaching him and a few other witches the art of tea leaf reading. Bonnie had frowned at his cup and told him, "According to this, you're going to die."

He laughed at that, disbelieving. "Really now? What of?"

When you're a teenager whose part-witch, part-hunter, understandably, you'd think you're invincible. With your magic and the strength and speed of a hunter, you might as well be. So you can't blame Kol when he ignored that heavy feeling in his belly. He even taunted his best friend, saying, "I'm going to live forever, Bonnie. I'm special, remember?"

"Especially annoying, you mean." Bonnie returned, placing his teacup back on the table. She motioned to her tea cup that he was holding. "Now tell me my fortune."

He blinked down at the dark mush in the tea cup and tried to make sense of it. Even his hunter senses couldn't really see much but after a minute of staring into the godforsaken cup, he thought he saw something that resembled a sun. "You're going to live long and happy." He told her with a cheeky grin. "And you'll probably end up married to Jeremy Gilbert."

She gaped at him before smacking him on the arm as he chuckled. "Be serious, Kol."

"Hey, you could be following in my mum's footsteps," And then in his best impersonation of his mother he continued, "Unity is our blessing."

The powers that be were of course getting frustrated with the young witch/hunter and tried to reach him the last time when he came home and found his mother reading Tarot cards in her office. He greeted her in passing as per usual and instead of her usual reply of, "Hello too, dear", she stopped him.

"Come here, Kol," He paused and stared at her but she was looking down at her desk as she spread the deck in a wide arc on the mahogany. "I said, come in."

He did as she told and stopped in front of her desk, not knowing what he should really do. He wasn't really that close to his mom as Finn was her favorite. Same with his dad as Elijah was his favorite. That often left him and Rebekah to interact with each other as the youngest and both still in high school. He often felt uncomfortable when having to spend time with either or both parents without having the older Mikaelson children around like right then.

Having finished spreading out the deck, his mother finally met his gaze. Her eyes were green like Rebekah's but there was a deep set to them that reminded him of his own. "Pick a card," She nodded down at the cards. "Don't ask why. Just pick one."

He knew this was some kind of test. Clairvoyance was more of Bonnie's strength than his as he liked spells and curses more. But he reached out and listened to that light humming of magic and let it guide him to hover one of the cards. Wordlessly, he picked it up and stared in bewilderment at the image of Death.

He remembered Bonnie's reading in class earlier and felt that weight in his stomach fall to his feet. But he tried to rationalize that the Death card didn't often mean a literal death. It could be a death of a relationship, an event or a time. It was often more about change.

So maybe he wasn't going to die, right? But his mother was looking down at the cards liked they displeased her greatly and he just wanted to leave. So he did. "I'm gonna go, mum. I had a long day."

He didn't turn around the whole run up to his room.

He told Bonnie about what happened with his mum and the tarot cards the next day at the café they hang out at on weekends and the other witch tried to comfort him with reason. Ever clever Bonnie.

"Well, just take into consideration that the Death card is usually for change. So maybe you'll just fall in love with someone and get your heart broken."

"So you think I'll fall for a shifty or a hound?" He replied with a cocked eyebrow. "Some girl with green hair or a girl who sheds all over my couch?"

She rolled her eyes at his crassness. "And this is why you're single."

"By choice," He countered, wiggling his eyebrows at her. "Why get tied down when there are girls just begging for this body?"

"Begging for your dead body to be pushed into the river you mean,"

He gave out a fake pained groan and pretended like she just shot him to the heart. "You make me bleed like no one, Bennett."

"You love it. You're a masochist." She said nonchalantly but he caught her smile as she took a sip of her coffee."

He took one of her hands in his own and played with her slim fingers. "Oh Bon, no one handles me like you." He got down on his knee beside the table, still holding on to her hand. "You should marry me."

She snatched her hand back and slapped him none too gently, making him yelp. "Stop messing around."

He gingerly got back on his chair, rubbing his red cheek. "Never mind. I'd end up a battered husband anyway."

Bonnie just rolled her eyes again and spelled his coffee into ink.

Kol knew his witch and hunter history more than more his peers, having Bonnie as his best friend assured him many days reading journals, grimoires and books on these things. Bon-Bon loved knowing about the past despite possible asbestos poisoning and Kol suffered through it for her because friendship was like that. This worked out quite well as his parents wanted him to be well-versed in the history of both parentages and even made him useful for certain situations. Like for instance, he knew that the boy chatting up sister in the hallway of their school was a vampire.

Now, history lesson: the hunters came to be when nature demanded for balance when vampires were created a thousand years ago (in Blessed City before when it was just dirt and sticks for houses) by a few humans and two very stupid witches. Vampires were a monstrosity against nature and some humans became hunters to try and extinct the crime against Mother Nature. They were driven out of Blessed City and were scattered around causing havoc in other parts of the world ever since, spreading like a disease.

Hunters grew in numbers but to this day were still trying to get rid of the relentless buggers. Kol's dad in his day had been out there chasing the bloodsuckers but he went back to Blessed City to raise his family when Kol's mum got pregnant with Elijah. A vampire had not been in Blessed City for over nine centuries but Kol knew what the git in the leather jacket was. And not only because of the murderous rage he suddenly had that was more than the light irritation he felt around his floozy sister's shenanigans.

Another history lesson: the dumbest witches in history who created vampirism gave them special jewelry so that they could walk in the sun and not fry to death. Too blue for sapphire, the boy was wearing a lapis lazuli ring. And humans and other creatures usually didn't even know about that stone thus his baby sister was flirting with a vampire. And he had to die.

Though most considered Kol being more in tune with his witch side than his hunter side, that didn't mean Kol didn't know how to fight and use a damn stake. Elijah always nagged him to have one with him at all times and he was grateful for his eldest brother then, reaching easily into his bag for the silver stake and tucked it into the back of his jeans to be covered by his jumper. His steps soundless he snuck up on the vampire and his sister. "Hey, Bekah," He greeted her with a wide grin, standing beside the vampire.

She gave him an annoyed and impatient look. "What do you want?"

"Can't I talk to my baby sister, my only sister?" He pouted at her. "Don't be mean, Bex,"

She looked ready to cut into him as usual but the vampire she was talking to finally spoke up, offering his hand. "Hi. I'm Stefan Salvatore."

Kol instantly took his hand in a grip that would've broken a human's hand, ignoring the shiver that came from touching the Undead. "Kol Mikaelson."

The vampire frowned, confused at his strength and probably trying to figure out why he and Rebekah smelled odd, the sweet scent of magic like berries and honey combined with the scent of woods and steel of a hunter. The pretty hound Sarah Wilkes once told him he smelled absolutely enticing and weird.

"You must be new to the city. I haven't seen you before." Kol said lightly, releasing his grip on the vampire's hand. "Are you planning on you staying for a while?"

"Actually, my family is originally from Blessed City. My siblings and I decided to return to what feels like our home," His smile was nostalgic. "From the stories I heard, it seems Blessed City's changed quite a bit. More…unified among the factions."

"When there's a common cause, we get along just fine," Kol shrugged. "Peace and unity and the lot."

Stefan nodded. "I think we'd really like it here again."

At that Kol leaned closer to pat the vampire on the back with a gesture of comraderie before ever so slightly reaching for the stake at his back and pressing it lightly into the vampire's back, right where his heart would be. The vampire stiffened immediately.

"I don't think that's a good idea…Stefan," He intoned. "Blessed City hasn't changed that much when it comes to certain things. And I assure you we will come together for any common threats that may spring up."

Stefan's jaw was locked, green eyes cold. "We just want to go home."

"This isn't your home anymore," Kol returned, pressing the stake a bit deeper for emphasis. "Parasites like you don't have one."

Stefan moved faster than any werewolf Kol's ever seen, slamming him into the lockers, his hands on his neck. "Are you a hunter?"

Kol laughed and Stefan stepped back, clutching his head in pain. "More than that, leech."

He released the spell on the vampire until only when he was on his knees. Rebekah looked horrified and the other students in the hallways were intrigued, watching the scene with unveiled interest. Kol saluted them with a smirk and stepped away from the vampire, staring up at him in anger. He pressed the silver stake into his sister's hands and then walked away.

News spread fast in Blessed City, it was big but the word vampire particularly flew through the air and every hunter and werewolf out for vampire blood was chasing the group into the middle of town. Kol arrived upon the scene after school, Stefan and an older man tied up in vervain ropes on their knees as the crowd assembled from all factions booed and glared at them in anger.

Kol saw the four leaders of the Council talking to each other, they were the High Court of sorts in Blessed City and his parents being leaders of their factions were part of it. His father in particular looked like he just wanted to just stake the two vampires and get it over with but he needed the approval of the other three members before he could go forward with the execution.

Mikael stepped forward and quieted the loud crowd with a hand raised. "What you see before you is nature gone wrong. These two were created from the blackest of magic a thousand years ago by the twins Katerina and Yelena Petrova who were the lovers of these creatures before you. But back then they were just ordinary men, human, and decided they needed to be more than that. Thus they feast on the blood and life of the innocent to sustain their longevity."

The crowd started booing again. Kol could see Stefan, clenching his jaw staring into the ground. The other man was glaring pure hatred into the crowd though.

"The first hunters with the help of werewolves drove them out of town and executed the witches for their crimes but now these two wretches have returned, trying to claim the city as their home," Mikael smirked lightly as the crowd grew more fervent. "Who knows how many more of them they have created, spread their disease and polluting the souls of mortals. The Council agrees that they must be executed with their deaths, their bloodlines ended."

The crowd cheered on the idea even as the other vampire tried to get up before being subdued by a werewolf who bit into his neck. The bite would only temporarily make one of the Old Ones hallucinate but it was enough to keep them down for now. But the vampire laughed loudly, morbidly, his light blue eyes gleaming. "This place hasn't changed at all."

"What was that, vermin?" Mikael came closer to him. "What did you say?"

"Name's Damon, sugar," The vampire smirked. "Salvatore. Surely, you did your research properly."

Kol's dad looked like he wanted to stake the Old One right then but 'Damon' spoke again. "Blessed City. Unity is our blessing. Now we all know that's bullshit. You all hate each other. Got even little mean nicknames you call each other behind each other's backs.

"Shifty, Hound, Prowler, Devilspawn – you all fucking hate each other and this little peace you got going on here is temporary. You all know it. So you're all united in your hatred of vampires but what happens when we're gone? What then?"

Mikael seemed to have enough and grabbed the white oak stake from his wife. "Silence, abomination!"

"Go ahead. Kill me. My bloodline ends and probably Stefan's but there's still one you haven't caught." Damon grinned at him mockingly. "And without her, there will still be vampires."

"Who is she? Who is this other Old One?" Mikael looked furious that apparently one of the vampires got away. That one Old One could have turned millions of humans, created millions of vampires. And it agitated Kol's father. "Tell me!"

Damon just smirked at him in triumphant. "Sorry, prowler. Guess you're gonna have to kill me."

Mikael moved fast and Damon let out a gasp as the white oak stake was plunged into his heart. Everyone took a step back as the Old One burst into flames. All the while Stefan was watching in horror, green eyes filled with despair. Mikael grabbed another stake and made his way to the other vampire, pressing the tip of the snake to his neck and forcing him to look up at him.

"Who's the last Old One?" Mikael hissed and Stefan shook his head, expression solemn.

Kol looked away as Stefan burned.

Kol walked home in a daze. He'd wanted the vampires out of his city. That was all. He expected the Council to chase them out like they did in the beginning and he hadn't expected a public execution. It horrified him, the human part of him even as his hunter blood was urging him to find the last Old One and finish her himself.

He stopped walking when his senses picked up on something. Both hunter and witch knew something dangerous was about. The werewolves was the nearest to the witches' territory but they never ventured in unless somebody was injured or dying. The hunters were still with his father and the dopplegangers had no reason to be there.

Kol reached for the silver stake in his bag and closed his eyes when he remembered he gave it to Rebekah earlier. He'd have to fight whatever it was with magic then. He felt the creature behind him and whispered a protection spell so strong whatever it was flew back with the shock of magic. He turned around quickly to see what it was and saw a blonde teenage girl.

And at her neck was a lapis lazuli necklace. The last Old One. He expected her to be more…scary. But the blonde in the beige leather jacket and smoky blue eyes looked like any girl at his high school. If the feeling of coldness that Undead wasn't seeping off her he'd probably try to help her up from the ground and ask if she was okay.

But she wasn't just some girl. Not a shifty, not a hound, not a witch, not a hunter – she was a bloody vampire and that familiar urge to kill her was brimming inside him again. Still he kept where he was as she slowly stood up, huffing. "Wasn't expecting that," She muttered.

He blinked at her as she sniffed the air like a hound. "No, you smell different. Witch? Hunter? What are you?"

"I'm a bleeding butterfly,"

She glared at his sass but then shrugged like it was nothing. "Whatever. I'll kill you whatever you are."

He smiled to himself at that. "There is easier prey in the city though I suggest you just leave before you end like your companions."

She stiffened and her face morphed, eyes angry red with veins appearing underneath her pale skin and sharp, pointy teeth bared. "They were my brothers."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh so you're Girly Salvatore?"

"It's Caroline," She growled. "Your father killed my family so now I'm going to kill his."

He wanted to laugh at that despite the real danger she posed. "How quaint."

"Yeah, very," She moved fast and a car was flung at him and it was too much for his shield and he had to concentrate on pushing it back. The vehicle crashing into the street made a loud noise and he barely turned around before Caroline was behind him her teeth sinking into his neck.

He hissed at the pain and tried to push her off but she jumped back as if burned.

"You taste gross!" She wiped at her red mouth. "Like...what the fuck are you?"

He winced as spelled the wound on his neck to heal. "I'm half-witch, half-hunter."

The blonde stared at him in fascination now, like he was a particularly interesting new exhibit at the zoo, "The factions don't like to mingle with each other, let alone procreate. How are you real?"

Kol shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't bother to ask much on how my parents fell in love."

She continued staring at him for another minute before she was back, her hands on his cheeks, her face uncomfortable close to his as she stared into his eyes like a kid into an aquarium.

"W-What are you doing?" He tried to push her off, petrubed. "I can't be compelled."

"I figured," She moved her face back an inch, studying his face. "You'd be such a waste to kill. You're so cute."

His manly pride protested at that. "I am not cute. I-"

He stopped as she stepped back and bit into her wrist, wondering what she was doing. Freaking Old One. Crazy bat. He was about to step away and high tail out of there before she zoomed back into his personal space.

"Listen, you're really cute and I just lost my family and pretty much hundreds of vampire friends they sired so…" She grinned at him widely. "Wanna be a vampire?"

He stared at her in horror. "No!"

She looked crestfallen, cradling her bleeding wrist like it was a well-thought of gift spurned. "Why not?"

"I'm half-hunter. I'm programmed to hate vampires. And I'm half-witch who also hates vampires. My entire biological makeup despises your kind and now you're asking if I would like to join Club Undead?"

She gave a little shrug. "I've never turned a hunter or a witch, or a mix thingy like you. It sounds like fun."

"You're insane!" He turned to walk away but she was back in his face again. "What?"

"If you agree to take my blood and become a vampire, I will leave town and never return ever." Her blue eyes were almost manic. "Come on, it'll be fun! Blessed City is so boring compared to the rest of the world!"

He looked down at the lunatic who was grinning up at him like an eager puppy and remembered all the premonitions about him the past few days, the tea leaves and the tarot card all pointing to his death. Was he supposed to die tonight and become a vampire? Was that his fate? But surely, the powers that be did not want him to become of the Undead.

He was born special but not cursed. Why him? Why would the hunter/witch mix become the vampire? What would he even become?

"Give me one good reason why I should agree to this," He said to the blonde whose giddiness faded away into a smirk that sent shivers up his spine.

"You don't have to agree," She told him sweetly before forcing her bloody wrist to his lips. He was forced to swallow a mouthful of blood before she promptly snapped his neck.

He woke with a gasp, sitting up and hitting the top of his head on the roof of a car. He was in the back seat of one of those old muscle cars, the kind Finn admired, a light blue Camaro. He winced as his senses were assaulted with all sorts of sounds and sights, louder and clearer than his hunter senses could ever have been.

"Welcome back, handsome," Caroline quipped from the driver seat, eyes focused on the road. "Sleep well?"

"Sleep…" He tried to remember how he ended up there and remembered her blood and his neck snapping. He looked at her in outrage. "You turned me into a vampire!"

"Well yeah, I mean that's what my blood's supposed to do. Unless you want to be a fairy princess or something instead," She smiled at him through the rearview mirror. "Chill, honey. You'll love being a vampire."

He wanted to gesticulate and leaned forward on the seat. "I don't want to be a vampire!"

"Then you should've said so,"

"I did!"

"Oh right," She shrugged, smiling unapologetically. "Whoops."

"Whoops?" His head was aching. Actually, everything was aching now that he thought about it and he groaned. "I feel like shit."

"It's your body adjusting." She explained. "You just need a sip of human blood and then-"

"Wait, the transition's not complete?" A spark of hope lit up within him. "If I don't drink human blood, I won't become a vampire?"

"No but you'll fade away, die." She frowned at him. "Do you want to die, sweetheart?"

He thought about it. Thought about just letting himself fade away until he died. He wouldn't become a vampire and a disgrace to his family. But he also didn't want to die.

He was eighteen for Christ's sake. He never thought his life would end so young. Not like this anyway. At least in some cool glorious way.

"Look, I can stop the car and you can find some field to quietly fade away in or-" She took out a blood bag from the glove compartment of the car. "-you can drink this and live your life as a total badass for…forever. Your choice, baby."

She tossed him the blood bag which he caught with twice the agility he had before. He stared down at the blood bag, wondering whose blood this was and the normal revulsion he should have for having to drink that was gone. Instead, it was replaced by a hunger he'd never felt before and he found himself ripping open the tab. But before he could take a sip, he stopped himself.

"I'm half-hunter and half-witch," He said. "What kind of vampire will I become?"

Caroline smirked, almost like she was daring him. "Let's find out, shall we?"

He tried to think of his family. He tried to think of his parents and siblings. He tried to think of Bonnie and Blessed City. He tried to think about all the things he couldn't experience if he let himself fade away.

And an urge, that urge for survival practically clawed from within him and he drank from the blood bag as Caroline whooped in delight. He was half-way done with the bag before he could pull away, staring in horror at himself and what he'd done. He winced as fangs began to sprout from his gums, vampire teeth. Shit.

"This is gonna be so cool," Caroline laughed as she drove faster. "Like I have so many things to teach you- wait, what's your name again?"

"Kol," He grumbled as he tried to control the veins appearing underneath his eyes.

"Well, Kol, you and I are gonna have the best time," Caroline giggled. "Forever."