Why haven't you killed me yet? (Kol Mikaelson)

Chapter 8

He grabbed my face, hands behind my neck, switching our positions. He stared into my eyes with a knife intense gaze. "What are you doing to me Evangeline?" He whispered to me, his voice changing from hostile to one that could be interpreted as caring. This caused confusion for me, yet again. I don't understand why he has this look in his eye. It's as if he actually does care; as if he does want to be around me. But why? I'm nothing special. I have serious insecurities, that although I try to hide them they are always there. I'm not interesting, I have a bit of a messed up passed, however I'm not likeable material. Nobody has ever seen me as romantic material, looked at me as if they want to be with me. Christopher, he would always talk about how I'm repulsive and I would be alone forever, and after a while... You start to believe it. Which is why I'm absolutely positive about the fact that he doesn't like me like that, and I'm not even remotely sure that he likes me as a friend.

"Angering you apparently" I trailed off, starting to breath heavily because of the close proximity our faces. He looked slightly amused however held the serious look in his eyes, silence fell over us for a couple of seconds that felt much longer. Nervousness startled to pool in my stomach, my forbidden feeling for him were surfacing. Until the silence was filled by a slightly frustrated and aggravated sigh, "fuck it" he slammed me, rather roughly into my door and kissed me.

Excitement, like a bull had escaped into a crowd erupted in my stomach. Kol Mikaelson was taking my first kiss. Letting him kiss me for a minute, I realised I should respond. How the fuck do you respond... Where was my tongue supposed to go? I held in a squeal as he started to kiss me harder, probably to get a reaction out of me! Shit! I've really just got to go for it. So I did. I really hope I'm doing this right... He hummed in satisfaction, well I hope it's satisfaction not pain or disgust or something. His tongue started to push open my mouth, well this is stressful! A mixture of confusion and exhilaration, anticipating the ending hoping his reaction was good. Making a gallant move, I rested my hands onto his chest, slightly gripping his shirt. The kiss was still beginning to deepen, making me gasp as his hands clenched at the sides of my torso. Finally breaking away, me panting from trying to catch my breath and from the intensity of the situation, whilst he is cool and collected.

Mixed emotions swam rapidly around my body, not fully grasping what had just occurred. Fear, happiness, panic, confusion, content, stress. His face read an unreadable expression, panic and fear took over the pleasurable feelings I had once been consumed with. Darting into my apartment, locking the door, a sprinted straight up the stairs to my opened planned bedroom and hid behind the small wall overlooking my house and straight out onto the window doors. Kol began to bang on the door, shouting my name. My inner 16 year old wanted to just hide forever however that would be childish, taking a deep breath I headed to my kitchen and poorer myself a pint of water. Creating as much time as possible I crawled to the freezer and slowly place the ice into the glass. Taking steady gulps, I took a deep breath sighing out as I turned toward the balcony doors. Coming face to face with him again, making a deep red blush to take over and consume my face, knowing that minutes before we were kissing where he was standing.

Confused and nervous about what he was going to say and how he was going to react pulsed through my body. Even though it shouldn't as he made the first move, he trapped me against the door, he forced a reaction out of me! Not the other way around. Therefore my heart was telling me that he wanted me, that he wanted me as much as I secretly wanted him. However my brain wasn't fully convinced. Praying silently as I gazed into his eyes as I tried to understand the puzzle that was stood on my balcony, I gently place the glass down, and moved gracefully toward the handle. Gathering myself before I unlocked to door and opened it. Stepping back as I did so.

"So you aren't charmed?" He questioned, this brought me out of my gaze, as I dragged my eyes to his with a confused eyebrow raised. "What, charmed? Kissed yes I recognise that you kissed me... But when charmed?" I ask, my voice laced with bewilderment. He let out a light chuckle as me gazed down me "your oblivion is as impressive as it is baffling". My expression ever changing as I waited for him to continue. "Fine then darling, we are going to have to write it out for you then aren't we... You Evangeline Harper have captured my attention. Which is, nowadays, quite unusual" I'm not going to lie, that caught me by surprise. "I don't understand, you're a 1000 year old vampire that flirts and uses people to get what he wants. I don't have anything that you could want", I replied. He started to shake his head, opening his mouth to reply "that's the thing though isn't it darling, I don't want anything from you, I want you".