Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Kol Mikaelson PT2

//warnings: swearing. Hot and heavy action. //

Las Vegas was fun. I had decided to spend a few weeks there every once in a while to escape the constant epicness of Mystic Falls. As fun as fighting the bad guys was, a girl needed a break. Plus, Vegas was constantly an all you could eat buffet. There were a lot of men out here that came out looking like a full course meal. Some actually became the meal.

Often times, I brought someone with me either for damage control or a partner in crime. Sometimes Caroline or Elena, sometimes Bonnie or Enzo, and even Damon a few times. Once I brought Stefan and it was… Well it was definitely memorable but not something I would repeat in this century, considering he’s banned from many casinos and an Applebee’s…

But this time, I decided to travel alone. Everyone was thriving in their own lives, I didn’t want to interrupt. Caroline and Stefan were living happily ever after as a married couple. Damon was reunited with Elena. Bonnie and Enzo were travelling Europe. Hayley was watching over Hope. The Mikaelsons were living their lives on their own for the first time in centuries.

They were well from the letters I received. Rebekah was happy in New York with Marcel. Elijah was living it up in France. Long lost Freya had come into their lives and was with a beautiful werewolf girl named Keelin. And as for Kol, well last I heard he was in San Francisco with Davina and on his way to being married. Good for him.

I no longer despised Kol. I did not feel the way I used to about him, but I did miss him. He was a huge part of my life and suddenly he was gone. I did not forgive him for attempting to compel me simply for the fact that he broke his word. He swore to never compel me, and yet he stood before me with the audacity to try it. I wasn’t sure I would be able to forgive him let alone love him again, but I wished him well. I didn’t have it in me to wish harm on anyone except my enemies. And while Kol pissed me off and hurt me, he was not my enemy.

Luckily, my daylight necklace also served as a vervain container. I wore vervain not to protect myself from his compulsion, but from Klaus when I started wearing it. Yet Klaus never tried to compel me.

I walked down the Strip, pushing my sunglasses up my nose and admiring the scenery. Las Vegas was beautiful in its modern glory and I loved being there. It was brilliant in the day and even brighter at night. The walks in the day were my favorite. There was less people, less to be distracted by. I could walk without a care in the world. Until one day, a voice froze every inch of me.

I had nearly walked past him, nearly made it by without speaking to him as I hoped it would’ve gone. He nearly didn’t recognize me, but once it clicked behind his eyes, he spoke on it. I had only registered him as an extremely handsome face and a lean body that I wouldn’t mind bring under or on top of. Never had I thought I’d see him here, on the streets of my favorite vacation spot. Just my luck.

“Y/N?” He asked, stopping a few feet away from me. “Y/N Y/L/N, is that you, Darling?”

“I’m sorry.” I choked. His voice was deep and silky, full of hope and desire and what seemed like love. It was just as attractive as I remembered it. “You must have me mistaken.”

But he didn’t. I was Y/N. I was exactly who he thought I was. He knew it as well as I did.

“You don’t remember me?” He said softly, his voice betraying the hurt he felt. “After these few years, I’m forgotten?”

“I’m really sorry.” I tried. Although I didn’t hate him anymore, I did not want to face him. His deep, entrancing eyes scanned my figure, admiring the way the light fabric clung to my hips and billowed at my chest. The curves of the waist and the glowing tan of my legs. “But I’ve never heard the name Y/N or seen you before. I really must be going.”