THE DEVIL'S HANDMAIDEN (KOL MIKAELSON)

Prologue

[ THE DEVIL'S HANDMAIDEN! ]

Prologue

A Soul in Limbo

[ TVD S04 ; E10-E12 ]

" You're doing all this just to keep me around? I must say, I'm flattered, love. "

~ KOL MIKAELSON to ALIA MIKAELSON

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THE DIM GLOW OF CANDLELIGHT FLICKERED SOFTLY IN THE CORNER OF THE ROOM, casting shadows across the stone walls. The air was thick with the lingering scent of blood, an intoxicating mix of intimacy and power. Alia straddled Kol, her head nestled in the crook of his neck, her lips stained red. His blood, warm and potent, filled her senses as she fed from him, her fangs sinking into the delicate skin of his throat. The act was as much a need as it was an exchange of power, love, and control—all wrapped up in one eternal dance. 

Kol's fingers gently stroked through her short, blonde hair, a mix of pleasure and pain etched across the lines of his face as she drank, all the while, her hips were moving in a slow deliberate rhythm. A groan escaped Kol's lips as his head snapped back in pure, undeniable pleasure. His pulse thrummed beneath her, steady and reassuring. She'd always been possessive in ways that went beyond the physical, claiming him in ways no one else could.

Alia pulled away slowly, her eyes dark with hunger, lips glistening with his blood as she forcefully pushed him back down to the mattress when he lifted his head slightly, making a chuckle rumble inside his chest. She looked down at him with a primal gaze, while her breath came in heavy, uncontrollable gasps.

"Kol," she moaned, voice breathless but edged with a dangerous undercurrent. Her French tips traced the line of his jaw, making Kol hiss as she drew blood. "Tell me..." she panted as she continued to grind against him, her head snapped back, eyes rolled. "...Do you love me?"

Kol's eyes softened at the question, though his lips curled into a small, knowing grin. He had always known she needed reassurance, and he always gave her exactly what she wanted, "You already know the answer to that," he murmured, his voice a low rasp.

She tilted her head, before suddenly, she snapped, grabbing his neck and pinning him down to the mattress, "Tell me," she urged, her fangs bared as her movements quickened. 

Kol simply smirked at his wife's outburst, but was quick to change their positions, using his vampire speed. He now had her arms pinned above her head, while he hovered over her, still buried deep inside her. With his free hand, he reached down to cup her face, gently tilting her chin up, "I love you, Alia Mikaelson," he said softly, the words flowing from him with a sincerity that sent chills down her spine. "Have for a thousand years, and will for a thousand more."