Dying, only to be reincarnated in a Tv show she used to watch sounds like the premise to an asylum stint. Nothing should go wrong ... right?
Reverse harem endgame.
Disclaimer1: unfortunately, I do not own The Vampire Diaries nor do I The Originals.
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••• ... But the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
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"Your room is... quaint."
Hayley rolled her eyes for the nth time. In fact, she'd rolled them so much she felt like she was losing her eyesight. "Quaint is not how you wanna describe a girl's room, Kol."
"If the shoe fits, little lady." A casual shrug was Kol's reply. His tall frame did look out of place in the midst of light pinks and purples, one of Sheila's latest endeavors to spruce up the bedrooms.
It had been a week since Kol had kidnapped her and he'd made good on his promise. He'd followed her literally everywhere, forcing her to make excuses about who he was. Thank god he couldn't follow her into school.
"So, what's next on the agenda, little lady?"
"Will you stop calling me that?!" The witch'd had enough of that pet name. She'd heard it a thousand times too many that week.
"Relax, darling." Kol lunged back on her desk chair. "Don't feel annoyed yet, little lady, I've only just begun."
"Ugh!" Hayley started banging her head against her door.
Kol stood up, chuckling and placed his hand between her head and the door. "Who told you to bind our lives together? Now I'm obliged to watch my other half, quite literally... little lady." Hayley's forehead hit his hand the next time she wanted to hit herself into unconsciousness.
"I could give you the mother of all headaches, Kol Mikaelson." She threatened.
Kol leaned down, the same annoying smirk dancing on his lips. "And I'd enjoy it, darling."
"Ugh." Hayley moved to her desk, picking up a bag. "You're impossible."
"Thank you."
Hayley pushed him aside to open the door and walked out. "Come on, darling. We have a busy day ahead of us."
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"What are we even doing here?" Kol had complained the whole way to Whitmore and was now carefully eyeing the sorority house before him. For once, he was not eager to follow his little witch.
Running up the stairs, Hayley turned around, a mocking smirk on her lips as she looked down on him. "Oh, darling," she mocked his accent. "Not so intent on following me anymore? We're just here to have some fun."
