ameliorate ✗ kol mikaelson [1] [EDITING]

chapter eleven

   Mayor Lockwood caught the eyes of Kol Mikaelson. He saw the Salvatore boy talking to her, the one Rosie hated, and he smirked. Kol decided that it wasn't such a waste of his time to piss someone off. Especially someone his girl didn't like. She was getting ready up in their room still, and Kol knew that she could walk down in pajamas and he'd see her as the most beautiful woman in the room.

   "Mayor Lockwood," he said, clearly interrupting a conversation between the two. "We haven't formally met. Kol Mikaelson," Kol said. He lifted Carol's hand slightly and bent down to kiss it. "I hope your lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it."

   "Damon Salvatore," Damon said before Carol had the chance to answer. "Have we met?" Damon asked.

   Kol smiled. "I've met a lot of people," he said. "And  you don't particularly stand out," Kol added. Satisfied with the angry look on Damon's face, Kol walked away.

   It took a few seconds for the smug smirk to disappear from his face. Granted, he and Damon had practically nothing in common. But in that moment, everyone could swear that the two had the exact same expression on their faces.

   But, while Damon was staring at Elena with wonder and awe in his eyes, Kol was staring at Rosemary.

   She was walking down the stairs, looking around the room for familiar faces. An emerald green dress sat tightly on her body, enhancing her curves. Her red hair was pinned to the side in loose curls.

   What caught Kol's eyes the most though, was the engagement ring on her hand. He smiled softly, recalling the day he had slipped it on her finger. A big emerald to match her eyes shone brightly, and Kol could swear she looked like an angel.

   Their eyes met, and Kol could tell she liked seeing him in a tux. His smug smirk was back on his lips as he walked over to the stairs. He couldn't hold it though, as it soon turned into a smile. Kol held out his hand for Rosemary to take as soon as she reached him. The redhead had chosen to not wear gloves this evening just to be able to feel the warmth from Kol's hand.

   "You look amazing, darling," Kol said, leaning down to kiss her hand. Rosemary smiled before hooking her arm through his.

   "And you look incredibly sexy in that tux of yours," Rosemary practically purred. But who blamed her? Her soulmate was the most handsome man in the room, if not the planet. All she wanted at the moment was to drag him up the stair and have her wicked way with him. She probably would, considering they both wanted the Mikaelson family to get tired of them and kick them out. But the urge to impress Kol's mother was bigger than that, so she kept quiet and stuck to her imagination.

   Rosemary stopped, biting her lip softly. She felt anxious for some strange reason, as if something bad would happen. Last time she felt like this, Kol got daggered. But Rosemary pushed the bad memories into the back of her brain. She was here to have fun, for once. Remembering sad times would just ruin the evening for her and Kol both, since they could always hear each other's thoughts.

   Kol sensed that something was wrong with Rosemary. He didn't need the bond to know. It was written all over her face. He started tracing patterns on her hipbone, making the redhead sigh and lean against him.

   "Let's mingle," Rosemary said with a sigh. She spotted the oldest Mikaelson, Finn, and decided to go talk to him. "I'm gonna go talk to Finn, go away."

   Kol chuckled before letting her go. Rosemary walked over to Finn, a small smile on her lips.

   "Finn," Rosemary called. Finn looked up at her, a strange look on his face. Rosemary picked up a glass of champagne. "We need to talk."