So, I wanted to try to write Something I've never done or read before and here it is :)

Disclaimer : I put it once, for all the fic, but I don't own The Vampire Diaries or The Originals.

"Present time" is season 3, episode 13 "Bringing out the dead" after Kol has been undaggered according to wikia. (update: I've changed the date from 2012 to 2010)

Enjoy! :)

Prologue

October 21, 2010.

The fifteen years old car, a Honda Accord whose grey paint seriously needed a makeover, was running on the road smoothly. The sun had already set and the headlights were put on, the yellow light barely able to pierce through the night. The tall trees on both sides of the road didn't help, their shadows were projected on the asphalt as if to catch the car and not let it go. Still, the vehicle was moving forward.

The road was a very long one. With very few people on it. In fact, at this hour of the day, Nora Caldwell and her Honda Accord were the only ones in the vicinity. From the inside of her car, the twenty years old woman had turned on the radio to distract herself from the monotony of the drive. The loud music was filling the inside of the car, a stark contrast to the silence outside.

"And all along I believed I would find you," Nora sang out of tune, her voice coming out all loud and squeaky. "Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand mooooooooooooooore."(*)

It would have been nice to say it was because she was tired but, really, she was just a very bad singer.

Though, she was tired. Being an air hostess could be quite taxing, especially when some assholes decided to annoy the hell out of her. In her first international plane. Twelve hours at serving a bastard with a stick so far up his ass all he could say was shit.

She couldn't wait to be home, Nora thought. Home sweet home, with her slightly overprotective parents who were no doubt waiting for her with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm bath. God, two days away from home, and she was already homesick. How was she supposed to leave her parents' house one day?

At the idea of home, she accelerated, slightly exceeding the speed limit. It wasn't something she often did, quite the contrary actually. But it wasn't like she was going to die the one time she chose to not respect the highway code. Really, the straight empty road was practically begging her to speed up.

With one hand on the wheel, she used the other to turn the volume of the radio up. Her eyes left the sight of the dark bitumen barely a few seconds. Still, it was enough for something to appear in front of her car.

Her breath stopped when the shadow appeared in her peripheral vision. Quickly, Nora put her second hand next to the first on the wheel and tried to maneuver the car and avoid hitting the unknown element. Whatever it was, it didn't move and it was too close. She hit it violently. The airbag went off and she lost the little control she had. With horror, she felt the car continue its crazy race and hit something else.

Her whole body was hurting. Logic asked her to try to reach her phone and call her parents – or at least an ambulance. However, logic wasn't the first thing on her mind. Nora had hit something. Her body shook. She had hit something. God, she might have killed an animal. And she could feel blood running along her cheeks. And she had hit something. Something that might be dying. And it was the first time, the very first time, she had exceeded the speed limit. The very first time.

Shakily, she extracted herself from the car. The bumper was destroyed, crashed into a tree. A hysterical scream tried to cross her lips and she barely managed to hold it. Instead, she broke into tears, scared and relieved to be alive.

Crying had always helped her to think more clearly and this time wasn't any different. Once she felt better – even if only a bit – Nora remembered the thing possibly dying she had hit. She raised her head and took a step away from the car. She looked around her, trying to see through the darkness. There was nothing. A shiver crept across her heart. An alarm rang out in her head. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

The sound of clapping suddenly filled the silence, startling her.

"Well, well, well… What do we have here?" a man said huskily.

She tensed. Every instinct she didn't know she had screamed at her to run as fast as she could. But she couldn't, her feet couldn't move, glued to the asphalt.

The man chuckled, his voice promising thousands of horrors. Footsteps. She begged her own feet to move but to no avail. She was literally paralyzed by fear. The presence was now behind her. Nora could feel the man's breath on her neck. Move, she screamed inwardly. Move damn it!

Lips touched her neck. A hand ran along her long red hair tied into a ponytail. Another hand touched the small of her back.

"Run," he whispered, and she did. She ran as if the devil was behind her. And he was. She ran and ran, her lunges burning and tears blinding her. But no matter how fast she ran, Nora could still hear the man cackling, feel his breath on her neck and his hand on her. She didn't stop running. Until she did. Her knees gave out and she fell on the ground.

She just had enough time to acknowledge the pain in her hands and knees that the man roughly grabbed her and yanked her back on her feet. He put a hand on her mouth and used it to push her head aside. His lips trailed from her jaw to the side of her neck. He sank his teeth into her throat. It hurts. Please let me go. Please. I don't want to die.

Nora didn't understand what was happening. The man – the monster – was drinking her blood. It pleased him. She tried to push him away but he was so strong and her so weak. Instead of her escaping, she ended up being pressed up against him. There were no space between them. She could feel every lines of his body. His arousal. He grunted.

She wanted to disappear. The thought of dying didn't seem so scary anymore. She just wanted to be far away, as far from the monster as possible.

A hand touched her left breast and tears left her eyes. Nothing would save her tonight. Not herself, not someone else. Not any gods. Would her body be found? Or would she be left to rot somewhere?

The monster shove his arousal into her ass and moaned. He rubbed himself against her. His teeth sank further into her neck. Nora felt heavier, somehow. Everything felt off.

A sharp noise followed by a ferocious growl reverberated somewhere behind them. Whatever it was, it scared the monster holding Nora enough for him to tense and release her neck. He was still holding her though, and her blood was pouring out of her wound. Somehow, the growl behind them awoke her and filled her with energy.

Desperate, she struggled and bit harshly into the hand on her mouth. The monster growled and slapped her hard. The crack of her jaw and her cry went unheard as whatever had stopped the monster growled even fiercer.

A movement caught her eyes but it was too quick for her to see. In the blink of an eye, the monster had been thrust away. He crashed into a tree before disappearing again. Growls, pained cries and cracks could be heard, as well as dark chuckles.

She ran. She left the road and enter the meager protection the trees offered. She stumbled on roots and branches scratched her face. Her whole body was hurting. Her clothes were stained with blood and the wound of her neck was by far the worse wound she had ever had.

She tripped over and hit the ground. Dirt filled her mouth. She wanted to stop. Just, stop. But the growls could still be heard. She wasn't far enough. She would never be far enough. Trembling, she got back on her feet and ran again. Mom. Dad. Hot chocolate. Warm bath. Mom. Dad. Hot chocolate. Warm bath. Safe.

The words played on a loop inside her head. Safe, she repeated again and again. She would see them again. Safe. Safe. Safe!

Then her foot didn't meet the ground. It only met empty air and she was falling. Again. A harsh pent and she was rolling down a slope. Her nails scrapped the ground, trying in vain to grab a hold of something. Anything.

It stopped and there was pain. Always pain. Stronger than on her neck. A large branch stuck out of her stomach. Nora could only stare at it, not really understanding how she could die like that. She had never done anything bad nor adventurous in her life. She had always settled for average and safe. So, why? Why dying like this at twenty years old?

Drops of blood or tears - probably both - rolled down her cheeks. Soon, she couldn't see anything - not that she had before, with how dark it was. Thoughts of her family filled her mind. Her family and hot chocolate. The warmth of her mother's hugs. The protection of her dad's mere presence. Their home, always welcoming despite the mess it could be.

Fingers touched her face softly - lovingly?

"It'll be alright sweetheart," someone said tenderly. "You'll be alright."

Nora wanted to understand the words, but she was far too gone. Still, the voice was comforting. She felt she should know him. Yet she didn't. Or did she? She didn't know anything anymore.

Skin against her lips. Fingers opening her mouth. Pain in her broken jaw. A thick, sweet liquid in her mouth, flowing down her throat. Tingles all over her body.

She burned.

The world went black.

October 1409.

Nora blinked. The sun blinded her so she closed her eyes. Color spots danced behind her eyelids and she waited for them to disappear. She absently noted that she was naked.

She opened her eyes, a hand blocking the light.

The sky, blue and boundless, was before her. It was waiting for her, she mused. Her arm stretched toward it, as if to touch the clouds she knew were gaseous.

A soft laugh brought her back. Brought back the monster, the thing that saved her from it, the run, the branch in her stomach and the voice. Oh god, the branch in her stomach! However, there was no pain now, only fear and confusion.

She got back on her feet quickly, feeling strong. She shouldn't. She should be dead. But she wasn't. Why?

The scene in front of her put a stop to her thoughts. She froze. Please, not again.

A man was standing in front of her. His clothes were ancient, the kind of clothes she had only ever seen on TV shows. In fact, the whole scene looked like being straight from some historical show. And yet, it wasn't that which made her freeze. No. It was the bodies on the ground around her, the stench only registering now. It was the odd angles of arms and legs. The wounds on necks. And the man standing in the middle of the carnage, smiling at her peacefully, a light in his dark eyes showing his happiness and a bloody heart in his hand.

Was he a monster? Or the Grim Reaper himself?

"Hello Darling," he grinned, "don't look too happy to see me."

(*) Christina Peri, A thousand years.

So, this is it for the prologue. The rest of the fic will be - except for a few chapters - only from Kol's POV. Don't hesitate to let me know what you think, or if you saw some mistakes (English isn't my first language). I hope to see you next time (soon).