Screw it. I was going to space it out, but I've decided to go ahead and post chapters for this story much more quickly than any other I've been working on. Honestly, I just feel like 'Koltrix' deserves for their story to be moved along.
Rebekah was the only one who watched it happen. And in the chaos that followed, she decided not to tell anyone what she had seen, having a strong suspicion that she knew what was going on.
Throwing a ball had sounded lovely in theory, but as it had played out Rebekah had only felt more and more upset, especially after Matt's behavior.
Kol was visibly miserable the entire time. The number of spells that their mother had placed on him was monumental. He had been unable to go near Klaus or Elijah, and had been in a near-drugged state of forced weakness, lethargy, and exhaustion. Asking him to kill Matt had prompted the first clear expression to show on his face –blood lust.
Rebekah knew he would be humiliated later at having been thwarted by such a young vampire like Damon Salvatore, though of course Kol would have destroyed him if he was not under a multitude of enchantments. The Salvatore and the doppelganger had of course immediately made the action about them. It was only Rebekah who had closely been watching Kol's body, feeling a bit of guilt at involving him in her plan only to bow out at the last minute.
Because of this, she alone saw clearly the events that followed.
The figure clad in all black that blurred by and grabbed Kol's body had to have been waiting outside the home the entirety of the night, or perhaps perched on the roof. The very second Damon had stepped back from Kol's body, her brother had seemingly vanished in a blur, and chaos erupted when no trail could be found.
But Rebekah knew what she'd seen. The figure had been a woman and just before she had sped out of sight, Rebekah had watched the front lights reflect off a curtain of strawberry blonde hair.
She was a pretty little red head – Kol's usual type.
She figured that anything was possible for a woman who had made Kol fall in love. Besides, this would certainly make things interesting in the boring little town of Mystic Falls.
The expected sharp ache let Kol know the moment he was conscious that just as he thought, his neck had been snapped. Damn it. And by a much younger vampire too. What was unexpected was the sensation of someone running fingers gently through his hair and the feeling of his head resting on someone's lap. It only took a fraction of a second to catalogue the scent of a woman's perfume and the slowed heartbeat of a vampire.
He decided the situation was a pleasant one. A crooning, hoarse voice was softly singing an unfamiliar French song that seemed like a lullaby.
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
However, the voice was familiar, alerting him to the fact that he was dreaming. Though he wished he could remain suspended in this brief flash of paradise, he knew he had to wake eventually. Deciding that it would be less painful if he woke earlier as opposed to later, Kol reluctantly opened his eyes.
A curtain of red hair tickled his face and he had to blink a few strands out of his eyes before he could focus on the figure above him. Kol's entire world froze.
Bea was looking down at him, eyes shining with tears and wearing an expression of incredible vulnerability. Her singing had stopped, and in a choked whisper he could barely hear she said, "Hello again."
Kol had to be – she couldn't – this was a dream. Or perhaps he had gone as mad as people had always said he was. Flinging himself upright, he barely managed to avoid colliding with the apparition of his wife and now stood beside what he could see was the large bed he had been laying across.
Before he could say anything, tongue still weighed down with shock and disbelief, the woman sitting at the edge of the mattress cleared her throat and spoke quietly.
"I died a few hours after you were daggered."
After she finished her sentence, she broke down. Curling into herself at the waist and burying her head in her hands she began to sob. Over her harsh exhales and hitched breaths he was barely able to make out her anguished words.
"I didn't have my memories, I didn't know to look for you. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me. Please."
There wasn't – this couldn't be Bea. They hadn't blood shared in the twenty four hours before he had been daggered. She was dead. But – fuck. She was here.
In that moment, Kol didn't give a fuck if he was insane or not, he was going to comfort what might be a hallucination. And Kol, well, to him it had been mere days since he was last with Bea, so he didn't have a second thought before quickly kneeling in front of her and making a hushing sound as he placed his hands on her knees.
God. Her knees. His hands were on her knees and she was here, his wife was here and not dead. Bea was alive. Kol couldn't truly process what was going on in his mind – his thoughts were a string of incoherent disbelief alongside absolute awe. So instead he did what he had always done when confronted with his crying wife, and distracted her as best he could.
"Shh, it's alright, darling. Nothing to cry about. You know you look terrible when you cry."
His words had the desired effect and seemed to startle a strangled laugh from Bea as she wiped at the eye makeup running down her face. Kol nearly lost his balance when he suddenly found himself being pulled forward, Bea's nails digging harshly into his shoulders as she yanked him toward her and immediately wrapped herself around him tightly.
She was shuddering heavily and Kol realized that he was shaking as well, completely overwhelmed. His throat was tight and with each breath felt like he was being choked. Tears were building in his eyes but he was entirely unashamed. He had been fucking ruined. Absolutely destroyed when he had been told he would have to live in a world without Bea, because even after meeting her for the very first time there had no longer been a world for him without her. And now she was returned to him.
Bea's tears had slowed and her sobbing had quieted, instead heavy breaths were pressed to his neck where she had buried her face. Kol knew he was holding her too tightly where his arms were wrapped around her torso, that she must be in pain and bruising – his thoughts halted.
Bea was a vampire.
This had always been their plan. The final outcome as they began their adventure with the rest of eternity spent together. Instead, an entire century of what should have been their life together had been stolen.
Kol began running his fingers through Bea's hair the way she liked with his nails lightly trailing her scalp. When he was finally able to clear his throat and produce more than a hoarse whisper he spoke in a quiet voice, trying to keep his tone gentle to avoid upsetting her further.
"I'm the one who has to be sorry. I wasn't there to protect you. I should have been there. After I was daggered – what happened?"
Bea began to lean back, but seemingly changed her mind and instead burrowed her face even closer into the junction where his shoulder met his neck. Whether it was because she didn't want to meet his eyes, or a simply longing for skin-on-skin contact, Kol was going to let her answer at her own pace. Bea's breathing was evening out, and after she inhaled and exhaled deeply a few times, she began to whisper just loud enough for him to hear.
"Elijah compelled me to forget about you" her voice went high and tight but didn't quite crack. Kol had to suppress a snarl at the knowledge, but wanted to let her finish explaining. "He healed me without telling Klaus after I was hurt and thought he was sparing me."
A complete change in demeanor took over, and Bea's nails dug harshly into his back before she began hissing out the rest of her answer.
"Your charming half brother decided it wasn't enough. He came back later that night and snapped my neck."
Kol felt rage flood through him, instinctive and psychotically unhinged. His fucking brothers had the bloody audacity to look him in the eye and play the sympathetic angle when they had murdered his wife. He pictured Klaus's hands touching her skin, scaring her and hurting her before he did the unforgivable -
Before Kol could act, Bea unwrapped her arms from around his neck and pulled back until her hands were lightly resting on his shoulders. Her eye makeup was ruined, smudging beneath her lashes, but the carefully nonchalant look on her face that signaled barely suppressed anger was incredibly familiar to him. After all, he had been on the receiving end of it countless times. However right now, there was nothing funny about the topic being discussed.
"Ironic that he is the reason I'm here when he wanted the very opposite. Even though he fucked everything to hell."
Kol was – god, he was feeling so much - nearly too many emotions at once. It felt strangely physical, as if his skin was too tight and he was going to split open. A somewhat delirious laugh left him at Bea's words. He couldn't help it – they were together again, 100 years later as vampires. Everything they had dreamed.
Bea's blank expression changed suddenly, and when she let go of his shoulders entirely and instead began twisting her fingers at the hem of her shirt he felt a pang of hysterical panic. Kol couldn't rationalize it, and he didn't want to, but there was this burning conviction in his mind that he had to be touching her. That if he let go of her or vice versa for even a minute she would disappear.
When she finally met his eyes he could see her desperation and nervousness as she said, "I swear I never stopped being yours. Even when I couldn't remember, I think I loved you. So I'm here, if you'll have me."
Kol almost snorted in disbelief, but her expression was vulnerable and unsure, so he refrained. Of course he still wanted her. This was Bea in front of him. A bit different, yes – he'd noted that her hair was nearly a foot longer than the last he'd seen her and the heavy, dark eye makeup was new. But she was the same woman, his wife, who he had vowed to love for eternity.
A sick sensation suddenly made its way into his stomach when a repulsive thought began coiling around his brain. Bea hadn't remembered him. He knew that she had never been in another relationship besides their own, but who was to say that she hadn't been courted countless times in the last century. Kol couldn't allow himself to contemplate the subject too deeply, not wanting to ruin their reunion, but asked in what he hoped wasn't too obviously hostile a tone, "So there is no one else right now I have to off for your affection?"
Bea looked absolutely frantic when she shook her head harshly back and forth. Her voice was thin but didn't break when she immediately said in a rush, "No, no, no. Just you. I just want you."
Less than a second later Kol had leaned forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the mattress so that he was kneeling between her parted thighs. Without giving her a second to adjust, Kol finally did what his mind had been screaming for him to do since the second he had seen her.
He pressed his lips to hers harshly, and immediately began kissing her deeply as she pressed one hand to the back of his neck and twisted the other through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. She was real. Bea was alive and as they quickly settled into their familiar rhythm of lips, teeth, and tongues Kol felt a part of him settle back into place. Loving her was a part of his identity –he was more than Kol, he was Kol who was in love with Bea.
When he broke the kiss they were both breathing heavily, lips still glancing off each other. Kol moved and began trailing his mouth all over her face, placing feather-light kisses on her cheeks, jaw line, and eyelids. He needed to touch every bit of her.
Bea tipped her head back and Kol took the opportunity to kiss down her neck. When he bit down hard on her skin with blunt human teeth she let out a happy, content sigh, as if he had placed a light kiss. In contrast to the sweet noise she'd made, her hand moved from his neck to his shoulder and tightened its grip to the point that he felt her nails break his skin as blood began seeping into his shirt.
Fuck, he loved this. The sheer physicality of the way they had always been in bed together. Kol had always been torn in the best of ways – wanting to treat Bea gently, but also wanting to claim her. To bite, snarl, and fuck her so she could feel him for days. And the way Bea reacted to both made it clear that she was just as enthusiastic for one as the other.
He needed her right now. They had to be connected in every kind of way, and Kol had to try to rein in the urge to tear into her and leave his mark. Blood lust, sexual lust, and all-consuming, violent love were at war. He wanted to trail his fingers over every inch of Bea and get beneath her skin, poison her bloodstream, wrap himself around her very bones.
After biting harshly at her, Kol pressed wet kisses up her neck until his mouth was on the hollow beneath her ear, a spot that had always been incredibly sensitive. Kol simultaneously moved forward so his groin was pressed firmly against the place between her thighs.
Just as he moved his hips against her and made her breath hitch with a small sound at the back of her throat, he began speaking in a falsely conversational tone with his lips lightly touching just below her jaw.
"If I hadn't been in that coffin I'd have wrenched the world apart to find you. Torn everyone who stood between us limb from limb. I want to shred the neck of everyone who touched your skin when I was gone. Torture those who got to look at you without knowing that you were mine."
Kol punctuated his last word with harsh thrust, making it very clear how aroused he was. Bea let out a quiet, high pitched whine when he rutted against her and he felt more than heard her slight change in breathing.
When he pulled his face back to begin kissing her once more he stopped completely.
The veins beneath Bea's now-red eyes were dark and saturated with blood while her fangs were on full display with every panting breath she took. Kol could barely breathe he wanted her so badly. What she said next with a smile, however, made his brain go utterly silent.
"We can do it together. I want to destroy everyone that ever hurt you."
Of course he couldn't not kiss her senseless after Bea said such a beautifully bloodthirsty statement. His own fangs descended and he felt the harshness of their kiss increase tenfold. When Bea bit down on his lip hard enough to pierce it and draw blood he couldn't hold back his low groan. Instead of continuing to bite at him, Bea instead pulled back just slightly to begin lightly lapping at her mark with her tongue – a complete switch from the violent, frantic movements from just a moment before.
While Bea began firmly kissing him once more, Kol ran his hands up both of her thighs. When he had trailed his hands up over her hips and to her sides, he suddenly lifted her up before throwing her onto the bed so she landed on her back.
A burst of startled laughter left Bea and Kol knew an enormous grin was covering his own face. He moved onto the bed slowly and settled down between her legs, not quite able to press his crotch against her pelvis if he wanted to be able to kiss her. It was a familiar frustration – their immense height difference – but it was the familiarity that made Kol let out a low laugh.
Bea was smiling up at him, but he watched her expression shift into something a bit softer. She lifted one of her hands and traced his features with a feather-light touch. With no small amount of wonder in her voice she whispered quietly in a somewhat disbelieving tone.
"You're really here, aren't you? I get to have you again."
Kol immediately felt overcome with tenderness and bent down to lightly run his nose along her cheek, nuzzling into her hand when he responded affectionately.
"I'm here, love. You found me."
We finally got to see them reunite! Please review to let me know if anyone saw it playing out this way, what you thought of the reunion and the reactions of Bea and Kol, etc.
The next chapter is a continuation of this scene from Bea's point of view. BUT it is fairly explicit. At this point PLEASE review to let me know if I should tone it down and post the M version separately, or if I should move the rating for this story up.