"Need more promts? I just had an idea. Maybe Caroline is pen pals with a convict Kol? Maybe she falls for him even though he is a dangerous man. He could fall for her back or escape jail and take her hostage or something?" –AngelinaGuerin

"Little bird," His voice echoed out through the cell bars wherein he lay pressed against the cement wall. "Little bird, will you sing me a song?"

She kept herself quiet as she sat on the wooden chair by the doorway, refusing to move closer. She was here to learn as much as she could about these 'scientific anomalies' as Dr. Maxfield called them and not to indulge the whimsical fancies of an immortal man child.

The vampire was always a little loopy after the Doc was done with him, either calling her by the name of some girl named Renee or Raquel or something (Rebekah?) or he was silly and started talking to her like they were friends.

"Subject 426" as he was numbered was extremely old, according to Dr. Maxfield who had been digging into the vampire's past and finding traces of him all over history, spanning centuries back before the New World was just a distant thought and you could find his face and name embedded into the cracks of time and human memory.

Kol Mikaelson. Caroline had done her own research on him and was horrified and fascinated by what she found. Stories of him were scattered all over the globe, from the scary stories told to children in the East to the legends revered in Africa. She'd traced his fingerprints in time and wondered how in the world he ended up here in Augustine.

"Pretty bird," His voice was somewhat raspy from all the screaming from earlier. The Doc had done a dissection on him and he was still healing, his blood drying on the cell floor. "Pretty, little bird, will you not come closer and let me admire your lovely face?"

"I'm not a bird," She finally responded to him.

She hated his nickname for her. Bird. Like she was some silly little thing playing at being a real researcher and she'd just flit away when things got too ugly. Well, he was wrong.

He grins and despite the layer of grime on his pale skin, he still managed to be alluring. "And she speaks," He chuckles. "The bird does have a voice."

She rolled her eyes and went back to her notes.

"Come closer, lovely bird."

"No."

"Why not?" She looked up and found the challenge in his eyes. "Is the bird scared?"

"I'm not stupid. That's all," She huffed. "I'm not afraid of you. Not when you're drugged to the eyeballs in vervain."

"Then what's the matter?" He smirked at her then beckoning her with a wave of his hand. "Come and watch me bleed closer, curious bird."

She deliberated whether to acquiesce to his goading but assured that he was not only still healing and drugged in vervain, she got up from his seat and stepped closer to the cell, stopping a foot from the bars. He watched her all the while, like a lion awaits its prey. She shivered at the look in his eyes, predatory and eager.

"Now, what?"

He smirked at her, all triumphant before he moved so fast she was pressed against the bar, his teeth on her wrist before she could scream. She could only gasp as his teeth tore into the veins on her skin, lips lapping at the blood found there. She tried to struggle but as her blood gave him strength, it was impossible. She was about to shout for help before he raised his head from her arm and caught her gaze.

Her mind began to float away as she stared into his eyes, obsidian and ink.

"Open the cell, bird." His voice was all she could hear. "Free me of my cage."

She moved and followed his command, watching in a daze as he stepped out of the cell on slightly unsteady feet. He stopped in front of her though, his gaze almost assessing as he eyed her face, fingers reaching up to touch her lips. She closed her eyes as he leaned closer and kissed the skin over her fast-beating pulse. His blunt human teeth nipped before he moved upwards and whispered in her ear.

"Let's find the good doctor, shall we? I promised to make him suffer and I like to keep my promises."

She nodded and his arm curled around her waist, pulling her flush against him, his blood-soaked shirt sticky against her skin.

"And then we'll fly away from here, bird." He laughed lightly. "And then I'll break your wings so you can't ever leave me."

She opened her eyes and saw the madness in his eyes and couldn't look away.

"My bird," He murmured against her lips, kissing her like a long-lost lover. "My Caroline."