Our love knew no bounds and no restrictions, we were simply limitless.
Kol fell in love over nine hundred years ago. She's back and is not quite the same.
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A few years ago I found myself in Mystic Falls, this was the most recent time I had seen Kol. I had been hiding in a bustling English city, pretending to be a normal citizen. I even had the faux British accent. The city was nice enough but it was loud, annoying and I couldn't wait to find an excuse to be rid of it. So, when I was provided with an excuse, I leaped at the opportunity.
It was simple enough. A small, golden envelope lying on the welcome mat that was mainly there for guests, alongside a large white box with a golden ribbon of the same shade. It was strange, more formal than I had ever experienced even while I lived in the palace nine hundred years ago. I had never been officially invited to an event and my mind came up with all possible outcomes. The cute guy who lived around the corner could be inviting me to the grand charity events he always bragged about. Or maybe one of my new, annoying, friends telling me to come to their weddings. I didn't know who it was from but the idea intrigued me. Snatching both of them up, I rushed into the house to see what I had been given.
I opened the box first, cautious incase it was a bomb or some other form of volatile weapon. But it wasn't. The box was covered with the deepest of reds and the softest of materials. It was cold under my touch and slippery, sliding off of my fingertips. Frowning, I wondered why someone would send me something of such decadence. Something that reminded me to vividly of my old life.
After curiosity took over, I opened the envelope too. It was a basic invitation to something not basic at all. A ball hosted by the family I had grown to loathe. The Mikaelson family. I glared at it, my curiosity replaced by hatred. Flinging the card to the ground, I grabbed at the dress and held it up, noticing a flimsy piece of paper gently float to the ground. Forgetting about the dress, I read the careless words scrawled on the paper quickly before ripping it into shreds and throwing it into the burning fire that sat in the corner of the room.
Your parents may have loved purple but you always looked stunning in red.
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In the end, I did attend the Mikaelson ball. I needed to know who sent that note and, more importantly, who knew of my whereabouts. I always tried my hardest to be under the radar, except from the occasional blood binge and rebellious stage. If somebody knew I existed, in all of my witch-vampire glory, you bet I would be chased down and used for my powers but I wasn't prepared for that. I was happy being free to kill whomever I wanted and I certainly wasn't up for being the secret weapon to a bunch of baby vampires and arrogant werewolves.
The dress was surprisingly beautiful, considering a Mikaelson most likely picked it out and I was never keen on their taste. I did have a faint idea of who sent me the dress and who was trying to charm me and I knew for a fact it certainly wasn't going to work.
Walking into the Mikaelson Manor just reminded me of years ago, the grand party held to celebrate the families arrival in my home. The way everyone eagerly anticipated a breath of fresh air and something that wasn't familiar. Something different and unexpected. Champagne was being held on trays by waiters, sweeping around and desperately avoiding the skirts of dresses, which seemed ridiculously wide. Somebody came and took away my coat, which was more like a cloak honestly. My eyes darted everywhere.from the girl in the black and gold being led away by two rather handsome men to the blonde who Klaus could not tear his gaze from. It was all shrouded by luxury, like a cloud to hide what was really happening under the surface because, with the Mikaelson family, there was always something happening under the surface.
