"I can't believe you managed to drag me here". I said as Caroline pulled me inside by my arm.

"You need to let go Elena, live a little".

"I do". I protested in vain, but knew it wasn't the entire truth.

"No you don't, now stop arguing and let's party". Caroline spoke the last part excitedly with a high pitched voice at the end and I laughed at her enthusiasm which was soon rubbing off on me.

"Okay, but do enlighten me, what's the point of coming halfway across the country to party?" I yelled above the noise of the club.

"Well, one, you got a job and so did I and two, no one judges how hard you party in Vegas, you just do".

"The things I allow you to talk me into". I spoke, shaking my head at the mere thought of it when I saw a somewhat attractive guy come up to her and whisper in her ear. He had ocean blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, perfectly her type, not mine in the least. I watched in mild interest as she nodded her head, and then throwing me a half attempted apologetic look, walked off to the dance floor with him.

Sighing, I sat on one of the bar stools and ordered myself three tequila shots, I could enjoy as well, I don't need anyone and Caroline wasn't right about me not enjoying, we just have different definitions of the word 'enjoy'. I felt a presence beside me but didn't turn around until I felt that certain someone tap my arm.

"Do you have a bandage? 'Cause I scraped my knee when I fell for you". Taking a deep breath, in order to control my anger as well as my laughter I met the eyes of the guy who had used this pick up line. Warm brown eyes, brunette hair, broad shoulders and a somewhat big yet cute nose.

"I'm sorry I'm not a doctor, but if I was, I'd say you didn't fall too hard". He smirked at me and I downed all three shot glasses that were kept in front of me.

"You don't know how hard". He said as I placed the now empty glasses down and was thankful for have swallowed for the fear of chocking at his words. I raised my eyebrow at him and he leaned further into me. "Does the pretty girl have a name?" I could smell the faint, fading smell of alcohol on his breath mixed with a somewhat fruity smell.

"Depends".

"On what?"

"Whether or not your going to tell me your real one".

"I will darling".

"Elena Gilbert".

"I'm Kol Mikealson".

"Are you British?"

"Not really, but I lived there for a few years, hence picking up the accent".

"That explains it".

"So, can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure".

He ordered vodka for the two of us and we sat in silence for a few seconds.

"So, are you here for any particular reason?" He asked me in a raised voice and I shrugged before elaborating.

"I got a job and my friend thought we should celebrate, you?"

"I had a holiday from job". I laughed a little along with him as our drinks were placed. Downing it in a gulp, I felt myself loosen up just in time for my favourite song, She Looks So Perfect, to play.

"Do you wanna dance?" I ask deciding I would go either way.

"Sure". We both got up and he dragged me to the dance floor where I started grinding on to him, singing the song and feeling myself lose in the lyrics I was belting and Kol was laughing to.

"I love this song".

"I can see". As the chorus came on, I pushed myself further into him and felt myself getting lost in his eyes, there was just something about them that drew me in, like a metal is to a magnet, a moth to a flame, I just wanted to sit and look at them till morning turned to night. Before I knew it, I could feel his lips pressing on to mine, tasting slightly like alcohol, but I didn't mind. Instead I locked my fingers into his hair as his hands tightened on my waist.

The kiss was unlike any other, it was urgent and passionate, yet there was that feeling, the one which made adrenaline burst through my bloodstream, my heart beat faster, my pulse quicken, and my insides turn into jelly.

"Let's get out of here". He spoke as we broke the kiss for air and felt him drag me towards the exit of the club.

I followed him after a moment in which I took my purse. I didn't bother telling Caroline because there was no way I could've found her in this plethora of dancing bodies and by then the alcohol was far too mixed in my bloodstream for me to bother about anything but Kol.

As we reached out, he opened the door to a fancy limo to which I raised my eyebrow but slid in nonetheless and he came in after me and soon we were off.

It was now that I was properly able to see him. He had warm, honey brown eyes, he was a wearing a black shirt and dark jeans with a black leather jacket. I felt a slight stab in my heart as I saw the jacket and looked away in order to control my emotions.

"More drinks?" His voice had that singular quality, the one that can make you feel safe but you know has the ability to intimidate you if used to its full potential.

"Sure". And so we drank and the limo drove, tequila, champagne, wine, vodka and a drink whose name I couldn't pronounce properly and we still drove. I knew I would have a killer headache the next day but I didn't bother with details.

And I was right, for I did wake up with a killer headache the next day. Squiting my eyes in the light, waiting for the accommodation to take place, I looked around and noticed the room was completely white with fancy and expensive furniture kept at certain places which was enough to confirm that it was a hotel room.

I held my head with my hand for a couple of minutes before pulling it back and letting out a scream that was possibly ear splitting for there on my ring finger of my left hand sat two rings which I had never before seen, and one of them just so happened to be a wedding band.

A/N - Hey guys, a new Kolena story hope you like it, and please let me know if it's worth continuing, cause I'm not too sure, anyway do hope you like it and please review.