#fem!kol

[adelindschade]

For days, it troubled him. How could he forget so much in so little time? Caroline had told him he had been gone for almost a week -and he couldn't account for a single one. Was the torture so agonizing he blacked it out permanently? How would that explain how he got out? He couldn't remember. 

One moment he's staked by Tripp, and another, he's engulfed in Caroline's embrace as she found him on her door step -a sight she feared she would never see again. What happened? Where had he been? How did he get out? He didn't know and it scared him that perhaps he would never know what transpired in those days. 

Suddenly though, a glimpse at a face -a stranger, he thought, until he saw those those eyes -dark and devilish -framed by beauty that could only belong to the damned. He knew in that moment as she walked past him that it was not the first time and he doubted it was be their last, as she turned to shoot him a smile -a wicked one, at that. 

He knew they had met before -and if she was anything like her sister, he suspected, she stole his half of his story with those damning eyes of hers, compelling any trace of her existence from his memory. He only wanted to know why. Of all people, she saved him, but why? Why was he important enough that she would save him from Tripp? What had happened between them during that period that she felt he couldn't know? What else did she compel from him? 

[adelindschade]

lynyrdwrites, this is for you. It's chopped, and in draft form, but you need some Kolenzo because of your recent ordeal. 

"Who are you," his captor demanded, gripping his weapon. She noted the stake in his hand with a raised eyebrow, doubtful, and her lips curled upwards, as if humored. He observed her carefully as she deliberately slowed her steps, as a predator would when assessing her prey. They both took in her features -Enzo with awe and Tripp with fear that satisfied both vampires. Tripp tried to pin a name to the new face, but Enzo wasn't so much focused on the name but the similarities she possessed to a certain original. It wasn't the eyes. Unlike the Original, her eyes were dark and devilish, and Tripp was sucked into her trance, trapped under her state. His fingers froze, and his heart pounded. The tables seemed to have turned, and his instincts told him to run, but by then, she was already close for the kill. "Do I know you from somewhere?" He bravely asked, but his confidence fell as she grazed over his form, unimpressed. 

"I've met a lot of people and you don't particularly stand out," she disregarded before glancing down at Enzo, taking note of his condition. 

"How'd you find us?" Tripp demanded but her glare sent another cold shiver up his spine. 

"My tracking ability isn't my best asset but they sure as hell are better than anything you blokes are capable of," she sneered, "It's not that hard to follow a trail when blood is of abundance. You make it too easy." 

"Sorry to disappoint," his captor remarked coldly, ready to attack. She anticipated the movement and caught his hand in her wrist, snapping it without a hesitation. He screamed as his hand was left in an abnormal angle, no doubt shattered under her steel grip. 

"As I said, you make it too easy," she repeated, matching his tone. She snarled, baring her teeth and clutching another hand around his neck. He barely caught a breath as she pressed enough pressure to crush his trachea. 

[adelindschade]

THE ORIGINAL (VAMPIRES) AU: (Genderbent! Originals) "Merry Go Bound"

"Round and Round The Ruined Go"

MEET THE ORIGINAL: Kol/ Kolette "Kol" Mikaelson

"Before our mother changed us, I was a witch -and I was resented for it by the very man who gave me the gift. I remember having visions, and just like any other order I was given, I rebelled against my parents commands to ignore them. I clung onto them, even after death,  after my father finally found a way revoked the magic he forbade me from using permanently. I couldn't practice anymore but I still had the knowledge, and now I finally figured it all out. 

Tell me, do you believe history repeats itself? That we're condemned to this inescapable cycle? Sweet Caroline, would you believe me if I said that somewhere, somehow, we lived other lives? I had suspicions but your presence isn't a coincidence, I know better. You're the clarity I needed, Caroline.

I know now exactly what I saw as a child. I've saw myself die before I even knew I existed. I recognize a second chance when I see it and I refuse to walk the same path twice. I died once before, lived a miserable existence at the hands of my siblings  - I won't make the same mistakes again." 

"Kol" Mikaelson is the youngest of the Mikaelson siblings, running away from her tyrant sister for centuries after too many betrayals. One too many times she had fallen for Nik's tricks, and with Nik's threatening presence, Kol has to think of her feet -certain her end is near with the omen of Caroline Forbes, proving her suspicions that life had a cruel tendency to repeat itself -and if that were the case, Kol has solid foundation for her concerns when the timeline of Caroline's appearance hints to her untimely demise that had consumed her before in another time, another realm, she suspects. Call her paranoid, Kol would not risk her chances. 

She would escape the damned cycle one way or another. 

(Fem!Kol as Emily VanCamp)

[frenchquartervampireking-blog]

A Royal Family Like No Other || Drabble

     There was the sternest of looks upon Marcel's face as he looked down at the two young man who knelt before him. He had an arm draped around Kol's waist as she sat upon his lap. Davina, now a young woman of twenty-one, stood nearby, looking down at the young men as well. A young child -- no more than four years of age, tan in complexion, with hair black as night -- stood next to the King and Queen of the Quarter, her little right hand holding Marcel's.

     "Why do you slight me so?" Marcel addressed the young men. "All I ask is for you allegiance. And you cannot give me that," His eyes went back and forth between them. "I give you my love and trust as family. And you spit that back into my face. All I ask of you is to protect my flesh and blood... but you, instead, try to take her life. This is the ultimate betrayal you could ever set upon me."

     The vampire looked to the young witch to his right and cocked his head over to the little girl to his left. "Davina. Will you take Viveka to her room, please?"

     Silent, Davina nodded to Marcel's request and made her way around him and Kol, kneeling down to take hold of the young girl. She held her close and stood up slowly, cradling the girl.

     Viveka looked over Davina's shoulder, staring at her mother and father.

     Marcel gave Viveka a reassuring smile, while Kol gave her a wave.

     But once Davina and Viveka had disappeared out of sight, Marcel turned his attention to his wife, looking up into her eyes. "I cannot even bring myself to reason with these two," He admitted to her. "Do what you want with them."

     Kol smirked, and placed a playful kiss upon Marcel's lips. She then rose from his lap, giggling when she felt his hand swat on her the ass. She reached back behind the seat the two of them were seated upon and pulled out a new, recently polished old school Louisville Slugger. Her eyes scanned over the polished wood, following her hand as it ran over its length. She lifted it up and rested it upon her shoulders, resting hands over each end. She then proceeded to approach the young men.

     The young adult men looked each other before turning their eyes back to Kol quickly.

     A delighted, twist smirk hung upon Kol's lips as she moved toward them slowly. "You young gentleman have been charged with treason against the crown," She spoke, her voice icy and clear. "How do you each plea?"

     The young man to her right opened his mouth to speak, but before he knew it he was laying on the floor, teeth knocked out and face repeatedly pummeled.

    The other young man watched with his eyes widened in horror as his comrade to bludgeoned over and over and over again by the brunette Queen.

    Once the young man beneath had ceased twitching and laid motionless, Kol stood up straight again -- one hand pushing her hair out of her eyes. There was a streak of blood across her face, which did not bother her one bit. She licked at the bit that landed at the right corner of her mouth. She turned her sight to the other one.

    "How do you plea?"

     He shook his head violently. The only thing he was able to say was, "No! No! Nooooo!"

    A guttural yell left Kol's lips as she swung her bat once more.

     With the sheer strength of her follow through, Marcel was surprised she hadn't knock that fucker's head off. A smirk hung upon his lips as he watched her go to town on the young man's face. It gave him chills whenever he could see such a thing.

     It would not be long before Kol was done with executing the last traitor. She pulled the bat onto her shoulders once more, turned to Marcel with a playful grin, and made her way back over. She placed the bat down next to the chair and took her seat upon her husband's lap again, getting comfortable once more.

     Marcel looked up at Kol, eyeing the blood on her face. He leaned forward and gave her lips a heated kiss. He moved his head a little and licked her face in the most sexiest, and provocative manner he could, savoring the blood that decorated her face.

     "Mmm," He hummed. "How I love the taste of traitor after dinner."

     The king chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Kol, leaning his head up to capture her lips once more, kissing her deeply.

     Kol brought her hands to cup her cheeks, returning the passionate and heat he gave her within their kiss.

     Their number one rule had been broken: never fuck with the family.

[askkol-mikaelson]

too late; let's have one from 'jennifer'

Damon, 

I've been thinking.

I miss my mum. I miss my dad. I miss my friends. The worst part? While missing them, I don't even remember them. I've tried. I have. I can't remember anything of my past, and it's driving me crazy. What's life to live without the memories to relish in? I don't even remember my own birthday. I don't remember my home. I don't remember where I came from. I don't remember why I'm running. 

I don't remember why I love you.

I want to remember.

I'm sorry. 

- Jennifer