Hello my lovely readers! Here is the first story from the poll on my profile! I know it's coming shorter than originally thought, but so many of you wanted this one to come sooner, so I sat down and wrote the first chapter today.

I hope you all enjoy this installment of the Return and Remember series. If you have not read R&R, don't worry, you don't have to, unless you want to. This is just an extension of the series, not really connected.

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to brighteyescoldheart, an inspiring person! :D

Please remember to Review at the end! :D

Blood drained down his throat, and he relished it. He tilted her head further to the right, to allow him more access to the succulent liquidation he loved. He felt her body go limp, but he didn't care. All he cared was how much more he needed or wanted. He wanted it all, every drop. He didn't care if she had a family or friends. He didn't care.

He dropped her body on the ground, and smiled as he wiped the last bit of blood from his chin.

"I'm sorry; love, but I do have previous engagements." He whispered, looking down at her dead body. He stepped over her body, with a scoff at the thought of her attempting to appeal to his ego, before he dined on her.

He shook his head as he left the darken alley in the middle of the night. He straightened his coat, and pulled his collar up, as he began walking down the street towards his family's home.

He arrived at the villa, just outside of the quaint town in Italy, where he and his family were staying this century. He entered the house, with a smirk, but found his oldest brother glaring at him with a scowl on his dignified face.

"Well, Elijah, to what do I owe this look?" He asked, taking off his coat, and placing it on the coat hook.

Elijah stepped towards his younger brother and narrowed his eyes. "You know exactly why, Kol." He whispered, with a tense tone. "You are not supposed to draw attention to this family, while we are here." He stated, placing his left hand in his pocket, bringing his right hand to a curve next to his body.

Kol shrugged his shoulders. "Come on, Elijah. I was just having a bit of fun. There is absolutely nothing else to do in this town." He replied, throwing his hands in the air, moving past his brother.

Elijah caught his arm with his left, and glared at him. "This is a small town, Kol. People talk and it won't be long before word spreads of these attacks, and reaches Mikael's ears." Elijah stated, with a strong look in his eyes.

Kol narrowed his eyes, as he jerked his arm from his brother's grasp. "Don't start with me, brother." He nearly shouted, his face falling to a similar scowl.

Elijah straightened, causing Kol to shrink his stance. "You may not care about the safety of this family, Kol, but I do, and you will take care about what do." He replied through clench teeth.

Kol didn't say a word as he nodded, and watched as his brother turned on his heel and headed into the library.

Kol scoffed as he headed up the stairs to his room. Stopping at his door, he heard his sister stepping out of her room.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping, dear sister?" He asked, turning around to find her crossing her arms, with a glare.

"Listen to Elijah, Kol. We don't need father finding us, again." She stated, turning back into her room and closing her door with a latch.

Kol sighed, and entered his room. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, as he began to strip his shoes, bloodied shirt and his pants off, leaving them on the floor as he approached his bathroom.

He turned on the water in the bathtub, and glanced in the mirror, hanging just above the sink. He sighed as he took in the blood smeared on his chin, and on his cheek. Shaking his head, he stepped into the tub, and sat down as he began to bathe his body. After finishing, he stepped out of the tub, and dried off, and wrapped a white towel around his lower body.

He stepped out of the bathroom, and walked to the picture window in his bedroom. The bright, full moon danced off the small fountain in the back yard which led to the vast forest behind the house. Kol sighed, as he watched and placed a hand on the window brace, until something caught his eye.

He straightened as he strained to look closer at the object moving gracefully through the woods. Narrowing his eyes, he turned, put on a pair of pants and a loose shirt, and flashed out of his room, carefully not disturbing his family. He walked outside and his eyes began the search for the object he had just saw moments before. He walked along the grass, and only took a second to realize he had left his shoes. He didn't care at the moment if he was standing in the backyard of his family's villa in nothing but a pair of pants, shirt, and no shoes. Not when there was someone trespassing on their land.

He walked further into the woods, and took a deep breathe. He opened his eyes and smiled when he realized the trespasser was human. He walked carefully through the trees, when he found the trespasser, wearing a dark cloak, squatting down on the ground, picking something off the ground.

"Someone should have told you this was private property." Kol replied, proudly as he crossed his arms.

The trespasser straightened his back, and stood up abruptly. He turned around quickly, causing the hood to fall off, in the process, revealing a beautiful young woman underneath.

Kol's arms dropped to his side, and his eyes widened as he took in the exquisite creature standing in front of him. Her hair was as dark as the night, and tied loosely behind her neck. Her face was delicate and round with firm small lips, and a small dainty nose. Her eyes, Kol noticed, were so blue; he thought he had found the ocean.

"I am so sorry, Signore." She spoke in a voice as soft and gentle as the wind blowing at the time. "I did not know." She prattled on, her eyes widening, and watching.

Kol smiled, and stepped toward her. He came within a foot of her, and breathed in her sweet scent.

He lowered his eyes to hers, and at the moment he noticed she had captured his own because they were lost together.

She snapped out of the trance she was in, and stepped back. "Please, Signore, I meant no harm." She whispered in a weak, and yet, Kol could hear strength.

Kol gave a nod. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night, Signora?" He asked, searching her blue eyes.

She, in turn, searched his brown ones as she answered. "This is the only place I can find these flowers, Signore." She replied, her eyes becoming more addictive.

Kol smiled, and broke contact with her, as he stepped around her, and looked down at the flowers, White poppy to be exact, religious symbols for Italians. "Why do you want these flowers, Signora?" He asked, pointing down towards them.

She turned around to face with a new determined look. "They are for my mother, Signore, and the purpose is mine and mine alone." She stated, her temper flaring for a second, before she clamped her mouth shut, and bowed her head. "Forgive me, Signore, I have forgotten my place." She replied, with her head lowered.

Kol laughed, and she lifted her head. "On the contrary, Signora, your temper amuses me." He replied, as he searched her eyes once again. "I tell you what, bellezza." He replied, stepping toward her again, lifting a finger to his lips. "I'll let you pick as many flowers as you need, and I won't punish you, if you tell me your name." He replied, stopping just a foot away from her.

He watched as the woman swallowed at his request. "What's in a name, Signore?" She whispered, her courage seeming to wane.

Kol smiled. "That by any other name would not be as sweet, Signora." He answered, twisting the words around on her.

She smiled, and Kol felt his chest clinch. "Antonia, Signore, Antonia Gallo." She replied, with another smile. "May I have your name, Signore?" She asked innocently tilting her head.

Kol smiled and gave a slight bow. "Kol Mikaelson, Signora." He replied, looking at her reaction.

She smiled and gave a bow. "It is a pleasure, Signore Kol." She replied, watching him grasp her left hand and giving it a kiss on the back.

"No, Signora Antonia, the pleasure is all mine." He whispered, as he lowered her hand, his eyes never wavering from hers.

Maybe this town was not going to be so bad after all.

Okay, what did you think? Any good?

I decided to take this one off the poll. It wasn't the top story voted, the voting doesn't end until February, but a lot of people PMed me and wanted me to write it, so it's written. Again, the voting is still going on, and won't end until February.

Until Next Time...