Imagine...

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Imagine: You have been Kol's "play thing" for a while and you knew he didn't care for you at all, that is, until one night when a stranger in a bar tries to hurt you and he gets so angry he takes the man out back and does some damage. The only reason he didn't kill the guy was because of you, making you rethink your relationship.

Kol had gone off to talk to some of his other acquaintances in the bar, leaving you off on your own. Him leaving you was actually a pretty big thing, considering you were just his play thing and normally he was quite protective over his toys. The last time you looked over to him he was in the corner by the pool table, probably plotting some sinister act like he always was.

"Hey there babe." A slurred voice came from beside you, you looked over to see a drunken hill-billy, swaying on his feet as he moved closer to you. You just tried to ignore him but he just leaned in closer, "come on baby, don't ignore me."

"Could you go away, please?" You tried to bite your tongue and be polite with telling him to go away but spending so much time with Kol had made you more vicious personality wise.

He grabbed a hold of your hand and gripped it tightly, "not gonna happen babe."

You tried to take your hand away but he just pulled you closer, "please sto-" Before you had chance to finish your sentence he was suddenly knocked to the floor by a fist, you looked to who the fist was attached to and found none other than Kol. You looked at him in alarm, and was about to speak to him when the bar man came over and told you two that all fights needed to be taken outside.

Kol smirked, that kind of sinister smirk that he always had before a killing, "gladly." He grabbed a hold of the drunken stranger by the collar of his jacket and dragged him out the front door.

"Wait!" You called out in a huff, looking around as if you were searching for someone to intervene. You let out a grunt, turning back to your seat and taking your coat off the chair before rushing outside.

There you found Kol punching the strangers gut repeatedly, "you," he punched the man on the face knocking him down, "don't get," Kol gave him a swift kick in the crotch, "to touch," Kol kneeled down and sent a swift punch down onto the strangers stomach, "my girl."

Kol's face was beginning to transform and you knew what was about to happen so you rushed forward, both hands holding his face so that he directed his eyes to you. "Please don't," you swallowed, "please don't make me be the reason that man had to die."

His monstrous face relaxed back to normal, "fine." He spat, "but only because I love you."

You tried not to show how your body froze, you'd be lying if you didn't say that you didn't love him back. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome or maybe actually getting to know the vampire had opened your eyes to how he really was. But you'd never expected him to fall for you just as hard as you'd fallen for him. He started walking back to the bar, obviously needing a drink, and so you followed with a small smile on your face.