Little witch ➰Kol Mikaelson➰

Charming

Octavia woke up in an unfamiliar room with a bearable stinging sensation on her neck. Her hand flew up to the space where her neck meets her shoulder and gasped. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she felt two puncture wounds in her neck. She drew her hand away, expecting to see blood, but to her surprise there wasn't.

At least he had the common curtesy to clean up the blood.

Octavia stood up shakily, her knees gave in. She hit the floor with a thud.

"Careful, darling"

Her head snapped to the doorway where Kol was leaning against the doorframe, looking amused. He had the infuriating smirk on his face that made her want to punch him.

"Finding this amusing?" She scoffed "And there I thought you were a gentleman"

His smirk widened as he brought a hand to his chest in a dramatic way "Me? I'm most certainly a gentleman."

She rolled her eyes at the Original before standing up. To Kol, it was like watching a baby dear first learn how to walk. She used the bed for support as she glared at the man watching her.

"Why am I here?" She growled.

He chuckled and glanced down before walking over to her "You're here to do as I say, and if you don't, I will tear that sharp tongue out of that pretty little mouth of yours"

"Charming" the witch rolled her green orbs "What makes you think you have power over me?"

Before she could blink, he had her pressed against the wall with his hand around her neck, squeezing hard. She gasped for breath .

"What was that you were saying about not having power?" He taunted.

She grunted as her hand flew to his wrist, trying to pry it away from her neck. Her lungs burned from lack of air as black dots began to cloud her vision. In one last attempt to free herself she kneed him in the...well, you know. Kol's grip on her loosened as his hand flew to that area as he clutched it and groaned in pain.

Octavia gasped loudly as she began to breath in the oxygen that she missed, oh so much. Her hand latched onto her neck, trying to sooth the painful sensation where his hands were. Tears blurred her vision for a couple of seconds due to lack of oxygen. Not sadness, not anger. But pain. However, she did not shed a single tear. She pressed the palms of her hand into her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Look, I may not be a vampire, but don't you dare think that you can push me around. I am not a damn toy!" She hissed before walking towards the door.

Kol managed to register what she said before he growled. He rushed in front of her, blocking her way to the door. He held his hand up in surrender "I do like pretty things with sharp tongues" he stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger.

She swatted his hand away "Yeah? Well I don't like cocky, asshole Originals who have anger issues" She retorted.

"I'm the one with anger issues?" He pointed to himself "Darling, I think you may be looking in a mirror"

"Actually, darling, I think that I'm spot on" she went to move around him when he had her pinned against the wall, only this time his hands held her hands above her head.

She struggled against his hold, not liking that he had her trapped "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?! Let me go!"

"I don't know, darling. I happen to like this position. Although, I could think of funner things we could be doing" he winked.

"Like punching you in the face?" Octavia growled as she tried to get out of his hold.

Kol watched in amusement as she tried to free herself "Well, I am in need of some assistance"

"Why would I help you?"

"Because I can offer you protection"

"I can handle myself"

"It didn't look like that last night, darling" he scoffed.

She narrowed her green eyes at him "I was having an off night"

He chuckled "And what if you have another 'off night' and they come back?"

Octavia stayed silent so he took this as a sign to continue "I can protect you, in exchange for something, of course"

"What do you want?"

"Your going to help me take down my brother. Permanently"