24 December 1914

She could hear his heart beating beneath her ear. His left arm was wrapped around her shoulders and his right hand was clasping hers against his chest. She smoothed her fingers through his chest hair every few minutes, staring blankly into the fire across from the bed.

He was set to return home in a few hours and Amneris had an awful feeling that something horrible was going to happen to him. She couldn't tell him what was going to happen or when but it was going to happen soon. The fear crippled her and caused her heart to stutter in her chest. "Stay." She whispered.

He lifted his head from the pillow and stared down at the crown of her head. She'd been oddly silent all night. She'd been more enthusiastic in their love making. It wasn't like she wasn't enthusiastic about it before but there was something different about it tonight. She'd seemed desperate almost. Like she wanted to embed him inside of her and never let him go.

She'd cried after and he'd chalked it up to an influx of endorphins and emotions. Afterwards, she clung to him and traced his skin like she was trying to memorize him. He'd indulged her and he did some memorizing of his own. He had an unexplainable urge to commit her to memory. Almost like he wasn't going to see her for an extended period of time.

"You know I can't, darling. My families Christmas Party is tomorrow and I have to find the diamond. As soon as I have it, I'll return to celebrate the holiday with you, love." He smoothed her hair down across her back. She licked her suddenly dry lips and willed her tears not to fall. "I have an awful feeling. I feel as if something's going to happen to you. I feel like I'm not going to see you again for a very long time."

Kol stilled his movements and let her words wash over him. They held an eerie tone and a sense of dread washed over him. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach like a lead weight. He'd been telling himself that it was all in his head and that it didn't mean anything but now that Amneris had admitted to a feeling of her own, he felt it was all too real.

He wasn't about to back out on his plan.

He gently turned them to their sides and looked down at her. She wouldn't meet his gaze and instead continued to trace the lines of his chest. He settled his hand underneath her jaw, gently gripping it and turning her eyes up to his. His heart gave a painful jerk at the tears only just held at bay. He smiled gently. "Nothing's going to happen. I will you see you tomorrow night where we will celebrate the holiday with a warm fire and champagne. We'll dance to Irving Berlin and Claude DeBussy and fall asleep watching the sunrise. I'll make love to you in the morning and we'll fix breakfast together before I depart to do it all over again."

She smiled through her tears and nodded up at him, the feeling of dread still lingering. "I love you." She whispered. He'd never get tired of hearing those words from her. She was beautiful when she said them and his heart swelled with peace and joy.

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to hers. She grasped at him desperately, still unwilling to release him. He let her cling and felt her shift her hips around until his half-hard cock rested at the juncture of her thighs. He easily slipped inside and groaned at the feeling of her. She sighed and he felt her tears on his cheeks.

"I love you, my darling." He whispered against her lips.

She came with his name on her lips.

He was gone when she awoke the next morning and she knew she wouldn't see him again for a very long time. She cried herself to sleep for weeks before she started dreaming about him.

A hundred years.

She would see him again in a hundred years.

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January 2012

Her eyes fluttered open with ease. The sun shined through the white curtains of her room. They warmed the pale yellow sheets of her bed and the bare skin of her arm. She licked her lips and slowly sat up, taking a deep breath in.

The air was warm for the season. She swept her hands delicately over the fabric of her sheets before wrapping them around her raised knees. She laid her head on them and stared out her window, admiring the sunlight as it streamed. It was going to be warm today. A lovely fifty compared to average Virginia temperature in January.

She eased out of her bed and headed for her record player. She'd been listening to DeBussy's Suite Bergamasque and had stopped it right before the most famous movement from the suite. She smiled and her eyes drifted shut as Clair de Lune washed over her. She took a deep breath and imagined his arms around her. He told her he would dance with her to DeBussy and she was going to hold him to it. It was almost time for him to come back.

Ninety-seven years and one month to the day had passed since she'd seen him last. He'd been smiling and telling her of all the wonderful things they would do together. She hadn't believed him of course but he was too stubborn to head her warnings. He was going to make his brother suffer no matter how she felt about it.

It was only after he'd been gone for almost a month that she started dreaming of his return. She could see his face in her mind's eye and she could see all the faces of his siblings. He was beautiful in her dreams. Laughing and enjoying life in the only way he could. He was magnificent to behold in all his glory. She ached to see him again. She ached to hold him in her arms and between her legs. She missed his scent on her pillow and his voice in the morning. She missed the way he said her name. She missed him with all of her.

Kol Mikaelson was her mate. The one person that could complete her soul and make her the best person she could ever be. He opened her up to all the possibilities she was offered with her abilities. He made her into what she was today. Without him, she'd be a shell of a person. She wouldn't know what it was like to live in color. Her world would be black and white without him. No light would touch her heart.

Amneris Pelletier was 119 years old. She was born in 1893 in the south of France to a young woman with no husband. The young woman was scorned and shamed for producing a child out of wedlock and was sent away by her parents to New Orleans in Louisiana in America. The young woman thrived in the new culture, falling under the wing of a wiser woman who recognized what the mother was.

Amneris was a unique type of supernatural creature. Her species was endangered. She knew of only a handful of people like her and they were all scattered to the winds, lying low and staying out of trouble. Being off the radar was the best way for people like her to stay alive. Amneris was a rare creature known as a fairy.

Fairies were one of the rarest supernatural creatures in existence. Fairies were known for their mischievous antics and their violent streaks. Fairies could be nasty little buggers when you got on their bad side. They were almost as bad as vampires when they were angry.

Their only known weakness was iron and their mates. They mated for life. Unlike vampires, they tended not to live forever. They had an average life span of about 2,000 years unless mated to a creature that lived longer. If that was the case then the fairy lived until her mate died. They reached full maturity between the ages of 18 and 21 and then stopped aging completely.

There were four types of fairies in the world. Uisce fairies controlled water and all its forms. They couldn't create it but they could manipulate the water in the air and the surrounding pieces of it to their benefit. Uisce fairies could manipulate your mind if they wanted to due to the brain being 73% water.

Aer fairies controlled the air. They were known to suck the oxygen straight out of their enemies' blood as a form of death. It was extremely painful.

Cré fairies controlled the earth. They could manipulate plant life and control most forms of animal life as well. The most dangerous of all the fairies was the tine fairies. The fire fairies.

They were unstable on a good day. Their emotions were much like the element they controlled. Untamable and uncontrollable. They could very rarely be reasoned with and were prone to fits of rage. Fire fairies could set the very air you breathed on fire with a tiny flick of the wrist. They could burn your lungs like rice paper and they could boil your blood in your veins without spilling a drop of it.

Amneris was one such fairy. Her favorite trick was to snap her fingers and watch the flesh melt off of the skeleton of an individual. She loved the smell of the smoke. Kol had been present the first time she'd done so. The man died far too quickly for her liking. Kol had been elated and taken her to bed only minutes after.

Kol was there shortly after she'd come into her birth right. She'd only just stopped aging and was still a child, barely 21 when he'd appeared. She'd known he was her mate the first moment she laid her eyes on him. He was beautiful. His roguish grin set her skin aflame and his deep brown eyes melted her soul. He was charming and clever and he made her laugh. Her mother once told her to hold on to the ones who make you laugh.

He treated her like an equal, something very few men did at that time. Women were thought of as objects to be seen and protected. Kol knew exactly what she was and what she could do and he made it his mission to bring out her powers. He'd coached her and tested her like no one else before him. He was perfect and he'd been taken away from her.

Amneris wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at her reflection. DeBussy echoed off the tiles. Her fiery tresses hung across her shoulders in wet strands, dripping down her back. Her green eyes were dull and lifeless, how they'd been for almost a hundred years. There were no laugh lines around her mouth. She hadn't had a reason to smile let alone laugh in decades. She narrowed her eyes and straightened her shoulders.

It was almost time. Then she could seek out whoever locked him away and fry their eyes from their skulls before setting their tongues on fire.

She wanted to watch them burn.

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I've been wanting to write a story about Kol Mikaelson for a while. He's my favorite on Vampire Diaries and Originals and I think he's super underrated. I don't think enough people appreciate him. Plus, I love Nathaniel Buzolic like no bodies business. I wanted him to be in love with someone who's not a vampire but will obviously live for a long time. I got her name from the musical Aida. One of my high school friends loves the name Amneris and I wanted to give her a unique name. I've only given a small introduction to Kol but I hope I do him justice in later chapters. Anyway, here's my story! I hope you like it!