Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Kol and Kai - Changing Times

Imagine that you have a child with Kai and a child with Kol and they both fight to win your affection

A/N: Hey guys! This is the first thing I've written since finishing school! So scary! This was requested but has changed slightly so I hope it's okay!

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'Please. I'm begging you! Please don't do this!' I screamed; my voice hoarse from my pleas and cries.

'You're child, like my own, is an abomination. There is no place in the world for her.'

'Ester. Please don't hurt her. I beg of you! You wouldn't do this to your own children!'

Ester froze, looking deep into the pit of the fire, before turning slowly back to me. 'I could never do that to my own. Which is why I am not asking you to do this.'

'I-I could teach her! We both cou-'

'Do you really think my son would help you?' she asked; her voice rising as she took a step towards me. 'My son is more of a threat on the world than any of his siblings. How could he care for his own daughter if he runs away from you?'

My cries were becoming feebler by the second; the ground beneath me swallowing them as I bent my head. There was no power within me that could stop her and save my own. I was as helpless as a human being.

The crunching of leaves and twigs in front of me made me lift my head. Like the great and all powerful being she was, Ester towered before me; looking down at the weak creature I had become.

'Know this; I have the power to rid the world of this creature if you so much as look for her. I would not hesitate to destroy her.'

I felt myself frown at her words; my vision blurred so I couldn't see if she was being truthful or not. 'I will not kill your daughter. But I will make sure that she will never harm the world so long as this spell remains.'

That night, on January 31st 1068, Kendra Mikaelson, daughter of Kol Mikaelson, my daughter, was frozen in an eternal sleep. She was seven years old.

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February 2nd, 2012

'Rough day, huh?'

I barely even turned to look at the man sitting beside me in the quaint little saloon just outside of Wyoming. I simply took a large gulp of my beer and continued to stare right ahead.

Sensing my disinterest, the man cleared his throat. 'How 'bout two beers over here, John?' the stranger called to the bartender.

'Two's a bit much at 1 in the afternoon,' I said quietly, more to myself than to the stranger but he still replied.

'Well, I don't know what kind of time you're on, but it's the sweet time of seven pm here in America,' laughed the stranger as two bottles of beer were placed in front of him. 'Besides,' he said quietly as he nudged one of the beers closer to me 'that second one is for you.'

I sighed audibly. 'I've already got a drink,' I said as I wiggled the drink in my hand; my eyes never faltering from the stack of bottles in front of me.

'Ah, come on, sweetheart,' breathed the man as he took a large swig from his bottle. He leaned close to me to make our conversation more intimate. 'What's on your mind?'