Imagine...

52.

Imagine: Damon attempting to use you in a plan to capture Kol, but Kol is very fond of you, it only makes him angry, comes and saves you, and then takes you to your apartment, where he makes sure you're okay, tending to your wounds, but he eventually heals you.

I walked home from work, wrapping my arms around my frail body, to keep me warm from the whipping wind. Tonight was like every other night. I waited tables at the Grill, poured drinks, smiled kindly at the disgusting crude sexual remarks, because I get better tips if i do. I know, how awful, but I need the money to support myself. There's no way I'm going back to my abusive friend.

I was getting tired, so I went through an alley that was fairly dark, but since I frequently walk down here, I wasn't afraid. I heard a rustling down at the end, and I slowed my steps cautiously, pulling out my phone, just in case. But it could simply be an animal. I wasn't too worried about humans, since Kol often trains me in fighting to take care of myself. Yes indeed the very same Kol Mikaelson, who is an original. He's very fond of me, and likes my company, and I have no idea why. Maybe it's my accent.

Suddenly, I heard glass shatter, something hit the back of my head, and then I fell to the ground, everything going black.

I felt a stinging blunt force, on my cheek, forcing my head to turn sharply, waking me completely. I let out a cry, and I spit out some blood. My head lulled to the side, and I groggily looked around me, and I saw that I was tied to a chair, in a damp dark room, and it was silent. "Oh look, you're finally awake." a cool voice said, causing my hair to stand on end. I know that voice. It belongs to my cousin's boyfriend's brother. Damon Salvatore. Yes, I am Elena's cousin.

"What do you want?" I said, my voice shaking with fear. All I want is to go home, go to bed, and sleep, sleep this god awful headache way. I don't doubt I have a concussion, I can't think straight, and my vision is blurry around the edges.

"We need Kol, and you so happen to be our way to get him." Damon said darkly. I whimpered slightly, different scenarios running through my head. He wielded a knife, and my face paled. No. He's going to kill me, and then Kol will kill everyone. He twirled the knife around his fingers, and then he stalked towards me, and he dragged the blade lightly across the skin, but the blade was still sharp, making me bleed, and I winced, making him nick me more, right in my shoulder, and I cried out.

At the moment, I really hate being a human so fragile, and weak. I'm thirsty, tired, hungry, and in pain. I just want to go home. I heard the familiar sound of my cell phone ringing, and Damon smiled triumphantly, and he pressed answer.

"Oh, (Y/N), she's right here. She's a bit tied up at the moment." Damon hissed. "Kol, help me please!" I cried out in pain. Damon glared at me, and back handed me across the face, making my skin redden, bruise, and bleed. "I suggest you hurry before I kill your little pet." Damon said with venom in his voice. He dropped my phone to the ground, thank god for my phone case, and he walked over obviously thinking about what to do next. He grabbed me by my hair, and threw me to the side, knocking the chair i am tied to over, and breaking it, but I couldn't move. A piece of wood lodged into my leg, and I whimpered. Please, Kol, get here soon. I need you.

He kicked me in my rib cage, and I cried out, as I felt a few of my ribs splinter, and i coughed up blood, and I wheezed. Yes, I am going to die. No, I don't want to. He was about to kick me again, but the door to my cell flew off the hinges, and there stood my angry looking savior, Kol Mikaelson. Damon stood back, obviously not knowing what to do now. He didn't calculate how angry Kol would be into his plan. In a flash Damon's neck was snapped, and I was in his arms, and I cried out at the sudden movement. He looked down at me, and his eyes narrowed. "Let's get you home, darling." he said softly. He stood up to his feet, careful not to jostle me, and he began running with his vampire speed.

He got to my apartment in record time, managed to open the door, and easily walk through, since I already invited him in not too long ago. He gently laid me on my bed, and I whimpered at the loss of contact when he stood up to get stuff to clean me up. "Darling calm down, I'll be right there." He said gently, as he rumaged through my belongings to get a towel, change of clothes, ace bandage wraps, and peroxide. He came back to my side, and he propped me up, and I let out a cry of pain, and his face hardened. "I'm going to kill that bastard." he muttered darkly, but you weren't afraid of Kol, I knew he would never hurt me.

He wet the towel with a water bottle, and with the lightest touch, he wiped away all of the blood on my skin, and with gentle fingers, he managed to pull out splinters of wood from my thigh, and I bit my lip harshly to keep from yelling out. Once that was done, he began gently prodding around my head, to feel any bumps from me hitting my head. When he got to the one where Damon knocked me out the first time, I winced sharply, hurting my rubs, making me cough up more blood. A look of panic crossed over his features, and in an instant, i was sitting in his lap and he was cradling me. He bit into his wrist, and pressed it to my lips, forcing me to drink his blood, healing me. I greedily held onto his arm, and he used his free hand to smooth the back of my head, and run his fingers through my hair to calm me, because he most likely can feel my tension, fear, and anxiety.

Soon I pulled away, and I felt my wounds heal, and he traced my lips with his fingers, and he looked so much calmer once, i was heeled, and not in any pain, except for being extremely sour. "Darling, come, let's get you to bed." Kol said, as he gently laid me in my bed, leaving me in my grimy clothes. "Help me get out of these clothes first, please." I said. He gave me a look of doubt, probably trying to judge if I could stand on my own or not due to how weak and sore I must look like, but he eventually, guided me to my feet, and he pulled off my clothes, careful enough to not touch my skin, because he knew if he did, a new kind of tension would come between us, and I knew that he only wanted me to get changed, and in bed to rest. He didn't want to hurt me any more than i already am. He helped me dress, and the process made me feel like a child, but Kol never made any joking remark about it. He is obviously upset about something.

He lid me down on my bed once more, pulling the covers over me, and kissed my forehead gently, before turning to leave, and despite my muscles protesting, I grabbed onto his hand quickly, squeezing it. "No stay. Tell me what's wrong. Besides, I won't be able to sleep without you here." I said quietly, but i knew he could hear me. He turned back, and a look i've never seen in his eyes were there. A look of adoration, of love. He gently climbed into bed with me, and he pulled me into a protective embrace, close to his chest.

"Darling, I thought you were going to die. I haven't felt this way to anyone in a thousand years or so. I never thought I could feel this way. I'm scared my playful attitude will get you killed, and it almost did tonight." Kol lamented. I turned sharply, ignoring the pain, and I looked up into his eyes, and he placed his hands on my sides to steady me, and rubbed soothing circles into my skin. "That was not your fault. Damon was trying to kill you. That is Damon's fault. And quite frankly, I can take care of myself whenever I get a fair chance. That's why Damon blind sided me, because he knew I could do damage." I said sharply. "Darling it is my fault." he said. "No. It isn't. I refuse to think that. This feeling you have towards you may be unfamiliar to you, but it's not to me. I feel it towards you right now, it's like a coil, and it hurts me more than any physical pain to see you torture youself over the bastard that hurt me." I said harshly, my accent making it seem more harsh that my tone already. His eyes lit up, and he rolled over, ensnaring me in his arms, under him, to protect me from everything, and he made his body into a shield, hiding me from the world. He kissed me gently, and he rested his forehead against mine. My love. My savior.