Warning: The second section of this chapter contains an adult scene. It isn't overly vulgar or explicit but if you would prefer not to read it you can skip it.

February 1913

"Rome is an absolute must. I need to be inside the Roman forum."

Kol let out an overdramatic sigh and said in what was clearly a mocking tone, "Whatever you want, dear."

Bea frowned and leaned over to pinch him, feeling very satisfied with the high pitched yelping sound he made. A map of the world was spread out on the floor, and Bea was pushing pins into all of the places she wanted to visit next year after she was turned.

"Be serious! This is our future. I guess I could always leave you behind and-"

Kol leaned over and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, quickly picking her up and maneuvering her so that she was in his lap.

"Nope. You're stuck with me. Like a barnacle or-"

Bea rolled her eyes and dryly said, "a tumor, perhaps. But even more malignant."

Kol raised his eyebrows and jerked his chin in the direction of the map before saying, "it doesn't matter to me where we go. I'm happy to do whatever you want. You are the only thing I want to be inside."

Bea huffed and muttered, "I detest that you can be charming and crude. Maybe if you help me with this I'll let you bend me over the dresser and fuck me from behind like last week."

With considerably more enthusiasm Kol leaned over to look at the map and said, "whatever you want, dear."

May 1913

Bea never felt more twisted than moments like these, straddling Kol's lap as the sheets became dirtied with their sweat. As his thumb pressed against something that made her vision blur his fingers moved inside of her faster and faster, twisting and scissoring and making her writhe. A moment later she was gasping when he added another finger inside of her to join the other two, and she suddenly remembered the conversation they'd once had when she'd told him she would follow him to hell.

Maybe she was already there.

Certainly by now she'd fallen from grace. He licked the blood from where it trailed down from the bite mark on her neck and she panted into his shoulder, the quickness of her breaths having forced her to pull her lips back from the bloody imprint her own teeth had left in his shoulder. They were exchanging blood regularly, though not always in intimate situations, but each time it made everything seem sharper – more immediate.

Minutes later Bea came with a high pitched shout and he worked her through it until she whimpered with overstimulation and dug her nails into his back. When she'd stopped shuddering and regained the strength in her legs she climbed off of him. Kol had made it clear to her why an orgasm was called la petite mort – a little death – every time he brought her to a climax and she could swear she disconnected from her own body. She supposed it fit, the vampire delivering little deaths to his lover time and time again.

Bea kissed down his chest as he laid down flat on his back, lightly nipping at his stomach before she put her mouth on him. When Kol closed his eyes and threw his head back with a low groan she looked up at him from where she was moving up and down.

She had decided they were irrefutably damned. But whenever he panted her name it sounded like a prayer and his lips against her skin felt like benediction. He sipped from her like communion wine ran through her veins and when he told her he loved her it felt like a revelation.

They might have been forsaken, but they found religion behind each others' eyes.

September 1913

"Je suis désolé!, I didn't know vampires could get food poisoning!"

Bea's wailing almost drowned out the sound of Kol vomiting in the kitchen sink. When he was finished with the bout of being sick he leaned back and called out to her over his shoulder.

"I am never fucking touching anything –" he was interrupted by another bout of throwing up, " - you make in the goddamn kitchen again. Ever."

"I was trying to be romantic!"

December 1913

Kol was drumming his fingers on Bea's back in a random rhythm, but she knew her husband's nervous habits. She was laying on her stomach with her face buried in her pillow, so she turned her head to face him.

"Out with it. What has got you in a tizzy?"

Kol had a look on his face that made it clear he was concentrating on the issue.

"You know how I've been investigating some witches?"

Bea nodded and snuggled closer to him and pressed her cold toes against his shins to warm them up, earning her a raised eyebrow before he continued.

"There are some covens that wish to raise Silas. Which would cause the end of the world."

Bea nodded along and would normally have made a joke, but Kol looked incredibly serious, which was rare.

"Are they well protected? Why is it you have yet to kill them?"

"That is where it gets complicated. They are under Niklaus's protection. He doesn't believe in Silas, and when I kill them he may not see reason."

Bea put her hand over the area of Kol's chest that housed his heart and hummed, considering the implications of that statement.

"The world could burn for all I care, as long as you're safe. Do what you need to, but don't you dare put yourself in harm's way."

March 1914

Bea tried so, so hard not to make any sound from where she his around the corner of her house, but the small sob that left her at the sight of her husband effectively being killed wasn't muffled by her hand. The should have known Niklaus would catch up to him – she should have known.

The one who had stabbed Kol – it had to be Klaus, seeing as Kol had called the other man Elijah – whipped his head around. A cruel smile grew on his face and in a mockingly light tone he called out.

"Well, well, well. It seems we have an audience."

It only took a second for him to speed over to her and drag her onto her own porch. Elijah didn't speak, he only looked slightly resigned to his brother's action. Klaus tightly gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze

"Now. I'd love to get to know you better. What is your name?"

Bea couldn't speak over the lump in her throat and wrenched her head away so she could look down at Kol, who for all intensive purposes was dead.

"Someone has vervain. What a pretty bracelet. Let's have a closer look."

Klaus ripped the jewelry off of her wrist with a harshness that immediately fractured the bone. Bea let out a high cry and cradled her injured arm against her chest, instinctively shielding it from the two men.

"Look at me. What is your name?"

She remembered the first and only time Kol had compelled her. But while he had compelled her to forget their first date, this felt like the words were being wrenched out of her mouth.

"Beatrix Mikaelson."

Both of the men physically reeled back with wide eyes. However a second later Klaus narrowed his eyes and glared at her.

"Impossible."

Elijah interjected at that point and sounded exasperated when he said, "Clearly she's been compelled. Take off the compulsion before you interrogate the poor girl. She's probably one of Kol's toys."

"Alright. I remove any compulsion that has been performed on you. What is your full name?"

"Beatrix Louisa Mikaelson nee Lynch."

Klaus looked confused for a moment, and once more questioned her.

"What are the details about your relationship to Kol, and what do you know about our family?"

"Kol is my husband. We married March of 1912 after knowing each other for three years. Our second anniversary was four days ago. Your family consists of Elijah, Finn, Niklaus, and Rebekah while your youngest brother Henrik died due to a werewolf."

At that, she saw Klaus's expression change to one of rage while Elijah only looked curious as he examined her before muttering, "interesting."

Klaus once more grabbed her face, but with a degree of force that she already knew would turn her jaw black and blue tomorrow.

"What do you know about the supernatural?"

"Your family are Original vampires from the tenth century. You are a werewolf and vampire hybrid. Witches, werewolves, and vampires all exist."

Klaus looked absolutely shocked for a moment before he released her and roared with laughter.

"It seems our little brother found himself a human. He must be entirely besotted to have told you so much. What was the plan – you'd be turned into a vampire?"

Tears rushed into Bea's eyes and she remained silent seeing as he hadn't compelled her. His question was clearly mocking, and she couldn't suppress her whimper of terror and the throbbing pain of her wrist. She was only about to whisper in a broken voice when she finally spoke of her own volition.

"Please. Please don't hurt him. Please let him go."

Klaus rolled his eyes and walked over to Kol's body and roughly threw him over his shoulder. In that moment Bea knew that the men wouldn't be removing the dagger. Her husband was going to be imprisoned for an unknown length of time. In the back of her mind Bea desperately wished that she had listened to Kol years ago. That she had been turned and could wait for him. But their future together was doomed.

As Klaus walked off of the porch he shouted at Elijah over his shoulder, "Do take care of this, brother. We can't have any loose ends."

After Klaus was no longer in sight, she saw Elijah relax infinitesimally and a look of regret passed over his face. Bea knew that he was the noble one, the one Kol made fun of for being a goody two shoes, but she also knew that he would not allow her to know so much about them.

Elijah's voice was curious and surprisingly earnest when he turned and looked at her closely.

"You truly loved my brother. Did he feel the same?"

He hadn't compelled her, but she didn't see the point in ignoring him, so she whispered out a strangled, "Yes."

Without any warning Elijah lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit into the skin. When he held it in front of her Bea was taken aback at the gesture.

"What – "

"The least I can do is heal that arm of yours, for Kol. I'm sorry about what I have to do."

Bea was terrified. But her wrist was bothering her, so she gripped his wrist and drank a few sips of his blood. It felt wrong. Kol was the only one she had ever shared blood with, and it had always meant much to her.

When her wrist was healed, Elijah gently tilted her head up and met her eyes.

"You will not remember anything concerning your relationship with my brother, and you will no longer remember the existence of vampires."

Bea had the most peculiar feeling. She was bewildered to find herself out on her porch considering it was quite chilly. The door to her house was ajar and she quickly entered the house.

When she made her way into the kitchen she saw that a few mugs were already on the counter, and she decided to make some tea to warm up.

When she looked into one of the half empty mugs she was startled to see black coffee. She always added copious amounts of milk to her own, and a brief flash of curiosity overtook her before she forgot what she had been thinking about.

Only minutes later she was startled to hear a knock on her door. Immediately she rushed over and was surprised to see a man with curly blonde hair standing outside at this time of night.

"Hello. Can I help you?"

When she met his eyes he immediately spoke.

"Step outside."

Bea took a long stride over the threshold and couldn't figure out why for the life of her. When she opened her mouth to learn more about the stranger he cut her off.

"My brother is far too sentimental. There really is no reason to leave a liability such as yourself alive."

Bea felt a brief flash of terror and backed up quickly. Somehow he had reached past her and closed the door, causing her to smack the back of her head against the wood, biting down hard on tongue in the process.

"I can make it quick for Kol's sake. Never let it be said I'm not a kind man."

Beatrix Mikaelson's life ended with the loud crack of a severed spine, and blood pooling in her mouth.

We made it everyone! This is the final flashback chapter, from now on we'll be seeing what Bea and Rigby get up to in Mystic Falls!

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