princess | kol mikaelson

06 | welcome to 21th century 101

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 24 October 2010

"This is the opposite of My Babysitter's a Vampire then?" Anastasia said, rubbing her corgi's stomach while lying in bed. On the edge of her bed, the Original Hybrid just told her he needed her to look after his younger brother who decided to stay in town. "I'm Babysitting a Vampire."

"You won't be babysitting him," Klaus shook his head. "Just watching him — and more importantly stopping him from murdering too many people."

After discovering the existence of another weapon that could kill an Original, all of the Mikaelsons were on alert. Elijah may have left tone and Finn was nowhere to be found, but Kol remained in Mystic Falls much to Klaus's confusion. Considering his brother not only a loose cannon, but a nuclear bomb, Klaus needed to be sure that he didn't go on a killing spree that only would add to their list of problems.

"And who will stop him from draining me of blood or snapping my neck like a twig?" Anastasia asked, raising an eyebrow in question. Being in the presence of one of the strongest creatures on the planet would be terrifying enough without adding a reckless and uncaring personality to the mix. "He's already tried once."

"Nastya, I would not ask you if I feared that Kol would do anything to harm you," Klaus told her. "No one knows better than me the extent of what he's capable of — I've seen it all. But I also know the times Kol are all bark and no bite. It's a rare occurrence — but it happens."

"That's reassuring," Anastasia muttered, still not onboard with the idea. "How am I even supposed to keep an eye on him? He's freakishly fast and strong. If he decides to leave, I can't exactly stop him. Unless I decide to trap him in his room — and if I do that, then he's definitely going to kill me."

"Kol always had a weird obsession with magic," Klaus shrugged. "I can even admit his knowledge in that particular area surpasses my own. Ask him to teach you something — his arrogance will make him blind to your true motives."

"That requires me dealing with his arrogant arse while Rebekah is out searching for what happened to the White Oak Tree and you spend you trying to teach your bloodsucking-puppies how to sit," Anastasia said when an idea popped into her head. A smirk stretched across her lips, "I'm going to need a whiteboard."

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Being the Wildest Mikaelson's babysitter proved to be quite easy for the first few hours when Kol decided to sleep in. Anastasia sat in the kitchen eating lunch – pancakes with blueberries and maple syrup – when Kol decided to grace everyone with his presence, dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue henley.

"Good afternoon," Anastasia said in an unusually happy tone that definitely surprised the Original. "Did you sleep well?" she inquired politely.

"I'd have preferred some company, but it was okay," Kol sent her a wink as he took out a blood bag from the fridge. "Why are you acting like a ray of sunshine this morning, princess? Have you poisoned my blood-bag?"