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Kai imagine

She strolled lazily through the faded doorway, flyaway curls framing her face, muddy boots clacking on the ground as she peeled off her navy coat and tossed it upon a chair. She wore a wavy creme top with torn black jeans, a silver necklace glinting under the warm light of the Salvatore kitchen, where a group of supernaturals were huddled around the gleaming wood table, deep in conversation. It was almost silent, aside from the noise of a bored looking Kai Parker trying to devour a pack of pork rinds as obnoxiously as possible. His eyes met with hers first, instantly sending a happy lopsided smile to his lips.
"You're late," Caroline huffed, bringing her blue eyes up to glare at the girl.
"I'd tell you I'm sorry, but I had better things to do than be here," she responded, pulling out a chair and plopping into it, arms folded across her front.
"Yeah, like what?" Caroline challenged.
"Like sleep in," the girl responded with a defiant smile, to which Caroline clenched her teeth together, temper rising.
"We're having a vampire crisis, and you don't even care?!" Caroline hit her fists against the table, "we're getting overrun and to you it's nothing!"
"I already told you how I want to deal with this situation," she growled back. "Set them on fire, rip their hearts out, snap their necks, do whatever it takes. But it's not my fault you guys suddenly want to be noble heroics out of the blue."
"We're just doing the right thing," Caroline started.
"Bullshit!" the girl rose from her chair, anger flaring within her chest.
"Calm down," Stefan finally chimed in quietly, face set.
"Oh what? You want me to apologize, hero hair? Would that make you smile!? Oh wait, no it wouldn't, because you never smile, you lump of regret."
Damon slammed his bourbon down on the table, alcohol slopping over the edge, "enough."
"Don't even get me started on you," she chuckled sourly. "We all know very well how much you'd love to tear those vampires apart, and you could, so easily. But now you have to be a good little boy, that way Elena will still love you when she finally gets her ass out of that coffin."
Damon closed his eyes, hands trembling as he used all his power to restrain himself from tearing her throat out.
The room fell quiet, broken only by the noise of Kai's quiet snort of laughter.
The girl snapped her eyes to the heretic, narrowing them as she looked over those piercing icy eyes and carved facial features.
"And you," she began. "The only reason you're here is for your magic, because without it you're just a siphoning sociopath with the empathy of a rock."
She expected him to snap, to tense like everyone else in the room, but instead he did the opposite. His lips split into that smile that drove her crazy, brows arching as a laugh emanated from his throat, dimples alighting his cheeks.
"She has fire," he addressed the whole room, yet only had eyes for her now. He flicked his tongue over his dry lips, giving a smirk, "I like it."
She tried to form a clever retort, but when met with nothing, sunk slowly back into her chair, cheeks burning red with embarrassment.
"Not used to boys giving you compliments?" Damon shot cleverly at you.
"Of course she is," Kai responded before she could. "With a face like that, who wouldn't?"
She chewed at the inside of her cheek, suddenly wanting everyone to just go back to the stupid discussion, her heart thrumming in her chest.
"I can hear that, (Y/N)," Kai smiled to himself, leaning forward on the table to get a better look at her, his chin resting against his propped hands, slender fingers folding together, silver rings glinting at her.
She inhaled a sharp breath, raising her eyes to his infuriatingly blue ones, "what?"
A smile creeped to the edge of his lips as he whispered, just audibly, "your heartbeat, princess," he tapped at his ear to signal his specialized hearing.
Everyone at the table stared at her, but they all seemed hazy and blurry, the only person coming clearly being Malachai.
"You know what?" the girl stood, shoving her hair behind her ears, spinning on her heel. "It's not like you guys are going to take my opinion into consideration anyways, so there's no point of being here."
"I'll take care of it," Kai piped up.
Her back still to the group, she froze, attentive.
"You all have a reputation to keep up, but me, I'm irredeemable," he shrugged.
"Don't even think about it," Caroline snapped.
But Kai was already whooshed to the girl's side, bent to the doorframe, eyes drinking her up and blocking her path.
"Carebear, you're a goody two shoes Barbie vampire, Stefan, you're already drowning in your own guilt, and Damon, you're whipped. But me, well...I'm just a siphoning sociopath with the empathy of a rock," he winked at her.
And with that, he slinked an arm snugly around the girl's waist and brought her body straight into his own with a cheeky smirk, her protest unheard as she was wooshed away in Kai's arms. When she landed back on her feet, she was upstairs in a deserted bedroom filled with colors of warm oak and dark ember. Kai placed her down slowly, eyes following hers as he set the girl down gently, fingers dragging out across her hips as he removed his hand from her body.
Her eyes flickered back and forth across his own before darting quickly to his lips. She cleared her throat loudly and turned away, hoping he hadn't picked up.
"Stop playing games with me, Malachai."
"But you're so much fun to play with," he hummed softly, standing his ground. When she didn't respond he continued, "I like you, (Y/N). You're strong, and independent, and you don't care what people think of you."
She turned to face him eyes struggling to focus anywhere but his mouth which was practically begging to be kissed.
"And you don't have to tell me you don't feel the same way when that heart of yours says it all," he murmured low.
Her words stuck to her throat like glue, fingers mindlessly toying with the fabric of her shirt.
"So now you suddenly can't talk back?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk," she responded quietly.
Kai cocked his head, daring her to come closer, "so what is it that you want?"
"You."
And in the next second her back was slammed to the wall, Kai towering over her, lips inches from hers, blue eyes boring into her own, "all yours," he whispered huskily.
She bent up to reach him, eyes fluttering closed as she closed the gap between their bodies. Her mouth came to his, but she didn't kiss him, she only brushed her lips teasingly against his own, her palms coming to his face, fingers tracing around his faint stubble and jawline. Kai growled agitatedly against her, his breath cool, aroma wafting across her face, but she simply smiled and pulled away, dropping back to her feet.
"Unfortunately for you, girls like me aren't that easy to get, Kai Parker," she traced around his lips with her fingertips.
"Well then it's a good thing I like a challenge," he smirked.