Screw the Cullen's, I'm a Mikaelson [DISCONTINUED & REWRITTEN]

Night Out on the Town Pt 2

I opened my eyes and looked up, seeing a concerned Kol.

"What's wrong, love?" he gently wiped away my tears.

I gulped and shook my head. "Nothing," I said weakly. "Just- just get me out of here. Please."

I buried my face in his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Alright, but do you still want to continue with our night?"

I nodded into him. I wasn't going to let this ruin my day in Mystic Falls.

"Alright, come on. To the graveyard." He kissed my temple before taking me over to the car.

AT THE GRAVEYARD

I got out the car slowly, still pondering the moments I had with Matt.

Kol rushed in front of me, holding my hands. "Cheer up, love," he said softly. "Or I'll have to compel you to lighten up." he chuckled lightly.

I got a sudden idea. "Do it," I stated simply.

He looked to me dumbfounded. "W-what?"

"Compel me to cheer up. Do it, Kol, please! Compel me to stop thinking of Matt; to be happy," I pleaded.

"Artemis, I-"

"Kol. Please..." I whispered, tears brimming my eyes.

He sighed and gently nodded. He lifted my chin and I met his gaze. As his pupils dilated, I was frozen in place.

"Artemis," he started gently. "You will forget your sadness towards Matt Donavon and spend the rest of your time with me happily." He blinked and I did, too.

I shook my head a bit; no more sadness. Just the joy at the fact that I was with Kol. I grinned and he smiled in turn.

"Come on, love." He took my hand he led me into the graveyard.

We walked slowly amongst the tombstones, me catching glimpses of the peoples surnames.

We stopped at a rather large tombstone, the surname engraved into it quickly grabbing my attention. BLACK.

"Your shapeshifting-werewolf pals were once from here. Until the Lockwoods drove them away."

"How do you know?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I was there, love. I watched as Tyler Lockwood's great grandfather broke Billy Black's legs."

I mentally facepalmed. "Are you serious? So they lied about how he broke his legs, too?!"

He chuckled. "Probably just to keep some pride, love."

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Well they just lost more of the pride I had for them."

He smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him, loving his warmth.

That was one thing I noticed. These species of vampires weren't ice cold like the Cold Ones. His warmth wasn't a stark contrast between us but it did feel nice against my semi-freezing skin.

I hummed in appreciation and he pulled me closer. "Kol?"

"Hmm?"

"What if they come back? For me?"

"Why would they? You left at your own will, they have no reason here."

I remained silent for a minute. "Actually..."

He pulled back a bit, looking at me weirdly. "'Actually' what, love?"

I bit my lip. "Paul imprinted on me. And everyone knows that a Quilette werewolf will stop at nothing until he or she is with there imprint."