His Little Girl(Kol Mikealson Unknown Daughter)

1: A Familiar Face

I'm sitting on a bench in the Mystic Falls town Square dreading the next 24 hours of my life. Like idiots, my sister and the mystic falls gang all want to awaken Silas for something as mediocre as the cure. I plan on dealing with that monstrosity tonight.

As I sit here contemplating all of my different ways of taking action. A flash of curls catch my attention.

Taking my mind off of my current situation, I look up to see an all too familiar girl. She has beautiful light brown skin and a head full of curls.

But, that's not what catches my attention. It's how annoyingly familiar she is. From the way she carries herself to even the smallest of details of her face.

For example. The mole beneath her right eye and the dimples she has as she laughs at something on her phone.

Her joy immediately turns to panic as she watches something on her phone. Gathering her things in a frenzied panic, she's about to run off when someone approaches her.

That's someone being the creepy man who's been lurking in the square for the last hour. "In a rush, sweetheart?" He ask her in an all too creepy smile.

"To not talk to you? Yes," the girl sasses, an annoyed glint in her eye. The perverted look in his eyes shifts slightly to an angry glint.

I let out a humored chuckle, causing the man sitting beside me to think I'm crazy. I am crazy, just not for the reason he thinks. After all, the conversation is completely out of earshot so I'm the only one who can here them.

"That's quit the tongue you have on you," the creep snarls. "And that's quit the face you have on you. Now if you'll excuse me-"

Before she can finish her insult, the prick grabs her by her arm. And that's my cue.

"She doesn't seem interested mate, how about you let the young girl go." I suggest, more threat than warning in my tone.

"Mind your own busiciness you piece of shit," the man snaps. "Let me rephrase this.  Let her go or I'll rip your hand off and shove it down your bloody throat," I smirk.

Sensing the danger his life is currently in, the old shit let's go of her with a shaky hand. "Listen man, I don't want a fight." He struggles to hold onto his brave exterior.

"And I really don't want to stain my clothes with your blood. Now scram!" And with that, he's gone.

I look down at the girl who doesn't seem the least bit intimidated by what just happened. "Thanks, I appreciate the help,"  she smiles softly.

And that's fucking it!!!

Her face. The mole, the smile. Annalise Sinclair. August 31, 1992. One of  Klaus's enemies unfaggered me in hopes of me revolting against my brother. Of course, i killed the stupid chap and went to L.A for some much needed fun.

There, I met her. Annalise Sinclair, a young witch dancing in a club called Lux. We flirted, danced, and then I took her home. Bed her of course and then after that I never saw her again. But, in my defense, Niklaus stuffed me back into a much more secure box.

Whoever this girl is, she's a carbon copy of Annalise. "No problem, darling. The bastards lucky I don't kill him," I grumble.

The girl laughs, thinking what I just said was a joke. It's not. If I ever lay my eyes on the disgusting shit again, I'll fucking maim him.

"Well, thank you Mr.-"
"Kol. Just Kol." I smile.

She gives me a humored look at my words before nodding. "Welp, thank you Just Kol. Hopefully we meet again," she smiles, reaching her hand out to shake mine. I return the gesture and just like that, she's running off.