Kol was very, very naked.

This was not how he had planned on meeting the best friend Bea had been going on about all morning, but the woman had walked into the apartment without knocking, so what was he to have done?

Of course she did live here, so it wasn't truly her fault.

But Kol figured he might as well get on with it. And if he wanted to make her uncomfortable for his own entertainment it was all well and good, right? Considering she lived with Bea the woman was more than likely used to being messed with. Acting as though nothing unusual was going on he took a sip of his coffee – fuck, the drink was so much better this century – and nodded in her direction before saying politely, "Rigby, is it? I've heard so much about you."

The woman in front of him burst into snorting laughter and waved her hand in his general direction before speaking.

"My own love life might have recently taken a turn for the worst, but you've got nothing I haven't seen and been indifferent to, Mr. Bea"

At that moment Bea walked into the room, stretching her arms out over her head and yawning while wearing nothing but a pair of sleep shorts and his button down from last night's ball. Both fresh and dry blood were staining the collar of the shirt from the bite mark where he had been drinking from her this morning and the blood that had pooled on her neck after it had gushed from his own veins. Bea's hair also had an astronomical amount of the liquid drying in it – surely it would be more difficult to comb the snarls out now than it used to be when she kept it much shorter.

And shit, she always pouted at him until he untangled it for her. Kol was sure that today would be no exception.

But she was gorgeous. Everything Bea did now seemed endlessly fascinating and amazing to him after he had gone days thinking she was dead. Though to be fair, Kol might have also been a bit biased about the perfection of her appearance this morning considering it practically announced what they'd just been doing in her bed. He had always been a possessive asshole.

But who could blame him? He was pretty fucking proud of the fact that he had kept her on the edge of an orgasm until she cried, licking at her cunt the way she liked but without enough pressure to make her come. Kol loved being kept on the edge, but Bea could very quickly grow impatient and genuinely pissed off. Bea had torn into his neck viciously afterword, but it had seemed she counted them as even seeing as she'd gently licked the wound clean once she was sated.

And if she ever really wanted him to stop he would be able to tell. When Bea had been switching between screaming insults and almost sobbing while begging she hadn't once even begun to push him away or actually purposely harm him in any way. He could, however, feel the blood drying on his own scalp where she had scratched it to hell while trying to pull him closer to grind against his tongue.

It wasn't nice obviously, to purposely frustrate her and make her angry during sex, but Kol was incredibly pleased with every violent show of temper she displayed – it proved that she was still the same bloodthirsty, twisted little lover he'd fallen for and married. He'd known even when Bea was human and had at first been hiding behind her pleasantries and politeness – albeit poorly – that there was something special about her. She and him were the same.

Bea was a part of him. Kol didn't believe in pagan or Judeo-Christian gods, but he did believe in fate. And he knew without a doubt that Beatrix Lynch had been made for him, or perhaps he had been made for her. Bea was more sensitive than him and a bit more soft, much more prone to embarrassment or petty anger, but they both had the devil in them.

It wasn't to say that they were evil. No, Bea had cured him of that notion with her gleeful enthusiasm towards reaping every experience she could from life. It didn't matter how dark her morals were or how sharply vicious her anger could turn – Bea wasn't a blight on this earth. She was someone who should be worshipped.

However, Kol was pulled from his wandering thoughts by Bea herself, who spoke as she walked around the side of the island counter in the kitchen. It was very clear the moment she saw his lack of clothing.

"Rigby, this is Kol. You've both heard me yammer on about each other and – what the fuck Kol! Oh my god, PUT ON SOME PANTS!"

Bea was clearly not as amused by the state of his undress as he was at the moment, but he noted that Rigby's expression was still unbothered and now looking more like she was suppressing laughter than anything else. Kol saw that Bea was beginning to blush, and was sharply reminded of the many occasions when she had been human that he had been sure to say ludicrously crass things in public to get to witness her shrieking and apologies on his behalf.

It was nothing short of hilarious.

"Now, love, I really don't see why you're upset with me. Especially after I spent the last half hour with my mouth between your le –"

Bea rushed over to him in less than a blink of an eye and slapped her palm over his mouth, a look of mortified shock on her face. However, instead of continuing to yell at him, Bea quickly looked over her shoulder and spoke to Rigby.

"I am so sorry. I wish I could say he isn't usually like this, but…"

She trailed off and seemed to be struggling to find words. A second later Bea evidently gave up on salvaging the situation and shrugged, retracting her hand and turning to face Rigby before saying in a resigned voice, "But you should probably get used to it. He's always like this."

Kol wrapped his arms around her from behind and put on an overly-affectionate tone while planting a loud, smacking kiss on her cheek.

"I love you, too, darling."

Rigby just let out a loud, mocking sigh at their display and walked over to the cabinet, pulling out a mug and pouring herself the last of the coffee.

"Christ, you're going to be disgusting to be around, aren't you?"

Kol smiled widely but most of his joking left his voice when he squeezed Bea to him more tightly and said, "Quite right. Now, what is there to do for fun in this town where there is no chance of me running into my siblings?"

To his confusion, both Bea and Rigby let out dramatic groans of despair and began talking at once.

"No offense, love, but your hometown is so fucking boring – "

"Honestly, you two will probably have to stay inside to be safe – "

Well. Staying inside for a weekend with his newly-reunited wife wasn't exactly a hardship. Kol was quite sure they could find things to do in the mean time.

Preferably each other.

As Kol turned and walked out of the kitchen to the bedroom, intent on pulling back on his trousers, he was barely able to make out Rigby's whisper aimed at Bea.

"Hey babe, you've got cum in your hair."

The shattering of something thrown at the wall was a sound Kol himself was very, very familiar with.

In retrospect, Caroline realized that there had been a ton of clues right in front of them. But Ms. Morris had seemed so normal. Any eccentric behavior they'd all chalked it up to the fact that she was an art teacher. And she wasn't anywhere near as weird as their last teacher. What made it even more difficult to reconcile their discovery was that almost everyone liked her. She was young, sarcastic, and let everyone swear and leave early if they put what she deemed enough work into their art pieces.

Okay, the muttering in French whenever a student seemed to be slacking off was something that Caroline was a little embarrassed she hadn't immediately made a connection for. But it wasn't until the Monday after the Mikaelsons' ball that Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena realized who their teacher was. All it took was Ms. Morris calling out of a single, short sentence.

Elena was speaking quietly, trying to whisper considering their teacher seemed to hone in on anyone who wasn't focusing on their assignment. Currently they were using black ink to draw trees. The very first day Ms. Morris had stressed the fact that trees were often gnarled, deceptively ugly things and she didn't want to see any perfect renditions.

"The Mikaelsons still don't know where the other brother is. He wasn't involved in Esther's plot, he didn't even show up when Elijah and Klaus confronted her."

Bonnie flinched and Caroline reached over to squeeze her hand subtly. Elena was a good person and tried to be a good friend, but when the supernatural became a bigger and bigger part of their lives Caroline knew it sometimes seemed to Bonnie like Elena's happiness and human life was at the expense of others. Caroline sometimes felt that way, too, though she always tried to crush the idea. Bonnie was quiet today – understandably – so Caroline took it upon herself to keep the conversation going.

"He seemed sort of… unpredictable."

Stefan chimed in at this point, unhelpful and a little sarcastic as was now usual for him.

"He's insane. Everything anyone knows about the Originals points to Kol Mikaelson being an unhinged maniac."

Caroline distantly heard the snapping of a paintbrush on the other side of the room being broken in two, but paid it no mind.

Elena began talking again, but this time she hadn't watched her volume as carefully when she said, "It isn't safe, we need to find – "

Ms. Morris's high pitched voice cut through her words.

"Yes, Miss Gilbert?"

Caroline's mind went blank. It was the same voice. The same somewhat-annoyed tone as "B". When she frantically turned to look at Elena and Bonnie, she saw similar expressions on their faces.

Elena replied in a voice that only barely wavered, but thank god could simply be mistaken for nervousness at being called out by a teacher.

"Sorry, I'll be quiet."

Their teacher peered around her canvas and raised her eyebrows, replying in a bland tone, "Thank you for your generosity."

She ducked back behind her work, and Caroline began listening extremely closely to the art teacher.

Oh – oh god. She had the slowed heartbeat of a vampire.

But – how? She had been in Mystic Falls for months. Before the Originals had even arrived. And Damon and Alaric had mentioned her sister, who worked in the back of the Grill. How had none of them suspected anything? They knew Elena had been in danger ever since the summer. And with Rebekah entering Mystic Falls High they all should have been careful of every new face.

Caroline quickly snatched a sheet of paper and scribbled on it as fast as she could, showing it to Bonnie and Elena when she was done.

Ms. Morris is B.

Elena had an unsure expression on her face, but after a moment a look of determination covered her face and her set her shoulders before pulling out her phone. Caroline could see her fingers shaking just slightly as she scrolled through her contacts and hovered over the one called "B". Caroline had moved to the side so she could watch their teacher, and after a few deep breaths, Elena called the number.

Here we go again

We're sick like animals

We play pretend –

"Merde! Sorry, this is so unprofessional – "

However the moment Ms. Morris pulled her phone out of the pocket of her smock and looked down at the number, she stopped talking. Silently, she turned off the volume and slipped it back into her pocket, a nonchalant expression on her face as she said, "Back to work, everyone. You can mock my ring tone some other time."

Most of the kids in the class laughed lightly, but Bonnie, Caroline, Elena, and Stefan were silent.

A few minutes later, 'Ms. Morris' stood up and walked around the classroom like usual, giving everyone feedback like she always did. However when she reached Caroline and Elena, she leaned down between them and spoke in a casual but firm voice.

"I've got plans after the school day. We can have some stereotypical girl-talk some other time."

Without saying anything more, she practically sashayed back to her seat, gaining a joking wolf whistle from one of the guys on the football team, who she promptly turned to and said, "Mr. Johnson, is that the sound of your failing grade I hear in the distance?"

Once more the class laughed, having no idea what sort of creature was joking around with them.

Sorry about the wait, my job is kicking my ass

Also - don't know if anyone is interested, but I'm contemplating a spin off of what Bea was up to in the century without her memories. Let me know if there's interest - BE HONEST! xx as always, please review and let me know what you do and don't like!