ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 • ᴋᴏʟ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ •

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Walking slowly into the room, I wrung my hands together nervously as I took in the crowded room. Following everyone's gaze, I hung by the entrance of the room as the originals stood on the staircase, a glass of champagne in each of their hands. As finished his speech and announced the waltz that would soon begin, I clapped politely.

Scanning the room for the Salvatores, my eyes found Damon's. Walking over to him, I was stopped when someone stood in my way.

"Hello, darling."

Glancing up into his eyes, I straightened up under his gaze. "Hello."

His gaze fell to my dress and he quirked an eyebrow. "Was my dress not satisfactory?"

"It was beautiful," I muttered as I shoot Damon a look that screamed 'help me'. He shook his head at me before turning away with an amused grin on his face.

"But?" Kol interjected, bringing my attention back to him.

"But I couldn't wear it."

He didn't press the matter any further and I took the opportunity to walk away. But as the music started, an arm wrapped itself around my waist.

"What-"

"Come on love." He tugged me into position. "Can you dance?"

"If I say no will you let me go?"

He shook his head, an infuriating smirk plastered on to his face. "I'd tell you to follow my lead."

I took a small step back whilst in hold, hoping that we'd pass this dance in silence. But he chose to break the silence.

"I spoke to Nik." I looked him in the eye and quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Did you?" He twirled me under his arms before pulling me back towards him. "What did he say?"

"He told me to stay away from you." My lips curled up into an involuntary smile before I wiped it off of my face completely.

"You should do as he says."

He crossed pur arms on front of us so they resembled a figure of eight and turned to face me. "I've never done as I've been told."

My head snapped up to look at him and I swallowed, trying to take a step back. There was something eerily familiar about this entire situation. His grip on me stopped me from moving and I could've sworn that genuine concern crossed his handsome features.

He spun me and we switched partners.

"Hello love."

I rolled my eyes as I peered up into Klaus' face. "Hello Klaus."

"My brother seems to have taken a shine to you sweetheart."

I turned in his hold and muttered dryly. "I've noticed."

"Surely its not such a bad thing to have caught an originals interest?"

"You would say that wouldn't you?" He spun me around once and raised an eyebrow at my words. "I have no interest in becoming his next meal."

"Sweetheart," he began, his tone far more serious now. "He asked me what I knew about you."

"You didn't-"

He shook his head. "I gave you my word, I didn't tell him."

"Thank you."

He nodded as he spun me out of his hold as the song came to an end. Arms circled my waist and I was pulled abruptly towards someone. I braced myself against them, my hands splayed across their chest as everyone turned to look at us.

"What are you doing Kol?" I whispered harshly.

"What are you?" He asked calmly.

I didn't reply.

"Are you human?"

I pushed myself away from him. "No."

Caroline appeared at my side and he raised my hand to his lips before placing a tender kiss to my knuckles. Taking my arm, Care tugged me into the crowd and watched me closely for a while before saying.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks Care, so do you." My eyes moved over her. "Your dress is stunning."

"Thanks," she said begrudgingly. "Klaus chose it."

I rolled my eyes and paused as Care picked up two glasses of champagne and handed one to me.

"Mikaelson boys obviously do things as a pair," I muttered under my breath.

"What do you mean?"

"Kol chose mine but I refused to wear it." My voice trailed off as I saw Kol raise his glass to me.

I sucked in a deep breath, the feeling of familiarity returning with a vengeance. Looking around the room I tried to forget about it, to find something to take my mind off it but I couldn't. Everything seemed to enhance the feeling until I began to feel claustrophobia see in.

"I need some air," I muttered to Caroline before excusing myself.

As soon as I had left the room and found myself on a balcony, I wrapped my arms around myself as I took in deep breaths.

What the hell was happening to me?

"What's a girl like you doing all alone on a night like this?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice. "What do you want Kol?"

"Just to keep a beautiful woman company," he muttered, walking over to my side.

"Well there are a lot more women inside that could better appreciate your company."

"But it's your company that I enjoy."

I signed slightly, that feeling returning because of those seven words. Turning to face him, I squared my shoulders. "This is going to side really weird. But have we met before?"

His eyebrows shot up. "I've been daggered for over a century."

"Right. Of course. Sorry." I turned to walk back into the house before realizing that I'd left my shawl behind.

"Kol Mikaelson."

My eyebrows furrowed and I walked to the balcony and caught the malicious glint in his eyes as he crushed Matt's hand. He looked like a monster. A blood thirsty, emotionless monster.

I took a terrified step back as Damon approached beside me and rushed forward to interfere.

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