Millennium | Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 3

Adjusting to the twenty-first century was proving difficult.

"This is what they wear now?" Catalina asked, looking at the red dress Kol purchased for her. "But... my legs will be completely exposed! And most of my chest and all of my arms..."

"In this century, it seems women are more confident in their bodies," said Kol. "I didn't quite understand it. I bought it because the model in the picture resembled you."

Catalina winced. "Must I do this? I don't... I don't want to go to any parties."

"My mother insists I attend. And I'd like to spend time with you this evening. Perhaps it could remind you of how well we get along. So that you may believe me when I say we were an item for many, many years."

"Well... alright. But I'm hungry. I don't suppose you'll allow me to step out to get a bite."

"I'll bring dinner to you. Take your time to get ready. Makeup is still similar. Practice with the heels, put on the dress, and I'll be up shortly with a meal. I must go get fitted for my suit first."

He'd gone downstairs, and had stood patiently in front of the tailor, trying to be done as soon as possible. He ignored his siblings, who seemed eager for him to say what was really on his mind. For once, he had to control his temper. As soon the suit was adjusted, he pulled it off, and left the house again, returning with a man from Grove Hill who he caught trying to steal from a car.

Catalina, of course, felt this was too easy of a dish, but she was in no position to complain. Laying a towel over her gown, she grabbed onto the man, squeezing his neck briefly before biting in and starting to feed.

Kol forgot how hot she looked when she did that. Her eyes closed, cradling the man's body, letting out quiet moans as she drank from him.

"You're doing so good, darling," he'd said when she was still newly turned. He was restnig against the wall, watching her sitting on a woman's lap as she leaned over her, feeding from her throat.

Catalina was moving her hips just a bit, and caressing the woman's head to calm her down. Kol bit his lip, eyes blazing with lust when she sat up, licking her lips, and tenderly brushing her fingers over the oozing wound, bringing them up and sucking on them as she looked at Kol.

"Something you wish to say, Tere?" he asked lowly. She stared back at him intently as she dipped down, dragging her tongue over the woman's wound to clean it completely, then looking into her eyes to compel her to forget.

"Just one thing," said Catalina as she walked up to him, some blood still smeared on her mouth. "How fast do you think you can get this corset off of me?"

"Kol?"

She'd been trying to get his attention.

"What is it, darling?" he asked instinctively.

She pointed at the man, who was now on the floor, dead. "What do I do with him?"

"I'll get rid of the body," said Kol. "Ball starts in an hour. Are you ready?"

"I suppose so," she said. "I haven't been to an actual ball since..."

"Before you turned," said Kol. "I know. I remember you hated the idea of attending another one. If it was called a party, that was fine. But if they ever called it a ball, you lost interest."

"What the bloody hell are we going to do all night?" she murmured. "Just... talk? Dance? None of that is going to restore my supposed memories."

"Let's just see what we find an interest in. We don't have to stay the entire night. My mother explicitly stated that she wants my siblings and I there for the welcome, the first dance, and the toast. After that, we're free to do whatever we please."