Kol Mikaelson, original vampire - falls for an unknown original vampire, Anastasia. Little does he know, Anastasia is descendent from a clan of vampires , enemies to the Mikaelsons. In a family feud, will Kol choose to break the family treaty for hi...
Dear Diary, I'm crazy, stupid happy. I've met a man - a wonderful handsome man. Last night at the ball - an original vampire - Kol Mikaelson. It wasn't until now I thought true love existed - A myth told only during ones childhood. Despite the conflict - he's a gentleman, proportioned well and British! I long for the days I see him again. Perhaps we'll meet again - when the time is right, when we're good for each other. Maybe we'll meet in a coffee shop somewhere far from here, or an art gallery or a bookshop? Nether the less, he is to be congratulated on his persistence. Who knows...All I know of is that I'm falling for him, I'm falling for an original - full of charm and promise. A keeper.
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I tucked my pen beneath the touch surface of the leathered diary, keeping a diary was the only thing stopping me from turning insane - After all, I've seen a lot of things that past 2000 years. Some good, others not. Yesterday was the start of a brand new era, a change - who knows, today or tomorrow may see it end.
Honestly, I'm acting like a little girl, sprawling over a boy. I can't take my mind of him. He talks as if he puts stars in the sky. My mother once told me that we aren't evolved to trust love, we engineer it, alter it, use it and weaponise it.
I suddenly hear a knock on the door, Kol perhaps? To my surprise it's not - it's a package. I immediately shit the door and rush upstairs with the package. It's wrapped beautifully - the kind of present you see in Disney movies, wrapped in white paper with a sleek silk ribbon. I begin to run my hands against the rim of the silk, following the pattern with my fingertips. Until I finally open it. There's a card addressed to me. "To my darling Anastasia" I can't help but smile, I feel like an idiot smiling at the paper -it's Kol. "You we're Irresistible last night, my love. Join me tomorrow night, for dinner at my mansion - wear this... Your truly, Kol Mikaelson"
My heart was fluttering, a repetitive flutter. I shake my head, wrapping my fingers around the gorgeous Moon stone necklace, embraced with crystals. I wanted to be with this man, this wonderful man - I give him credit, he's as smooth as silk. "Dinner with the Mikaelsons" - i repeat This could turn into a bloodbath.
