I could feel his arm around my waste. When I finally came to the relization that it was in fact Kol and the previous hours of the night came back to me, I could not decide how it felt.
He was a killer. A carless and what I used to believe heartless, man. I could only imagine exactly what number i was under his belt now.
The idea of him spending hours like that with other women slightly bothered me. I didn't like the thought. But did I like the thought of being with him? It was like being forced into the gates of hell only to decide the devil ain't so bad.
But Kol Mickelson was bad.
Was I bad? Working alongside Kol, what did that make me?
I felt him shift and I looked over to meet his gaze.
We kept the silence for a moment before I finally spoke.
"I took you for the type to be gone by the time I'm awake" I mutter.
"Oh come on love Im not that much of a monster." he says
"However, don't expect breakfast in bed" he adds standing up and pulling his shirt over his head.
I rolled my eyes knowing that he could never be entirely sweet. I don't think its in his DNA.
"Come on now, we have work to do." he says rather sharply as he looks away from his phone.
There goes any more of finding out what all this just was. I didn't help but feel a little used but I pushed it aside and moved towards my clothes.
I guess I would have to wait.
and bare the flames.
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FanfictionI could have lived a normal life . But my visit to New Orleans ruined it . Most people say it's a great tourist attraction . I say it's beautiful . And dark . There's things here that I wouldn't dream of . And along with it it's secrets is Klaus...
