𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍:
Brutal and stylish, just how I like it
(1659)

"I NEVER THOUGHT I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN, KOL MIKAELSON, in Spain nonetheless." Genesis drawls out with her thick french accent, with her head tilted, a grin on her plump red lips, crossing her arms to her chest.

As she watched Kol throw the body that he was feeding from—hungrily like a ragdoll on the ground, leaving it out in the open, how reckless and careless he always had been.

"Genesis," Kol responds with a mischievous grin of his own as the veins from his cheek disappear and his fangs retreat.

He was a mess, with blood all over his mouth and clothes, literally blood stained his hands, but Genesis didn't mind. Kol was always dirty with his food.

"Perfect timing, I might say," Kol adds as he wipes the blood from his mouth with his thumb, then places it in it, cleaning the blood off his thumb. Genesis rolled her eyes, raising an eyebrow at him.

"How so?" Genesis asked curiously as Kol padded his way toward her. Genesis handed him her handkerchief, with Kol wiping away the rest of the blood from his face and neck.

"Because as I was draining the life of that man,"—Kol pointed the said dead man on the ground with his eyes, "I thought of how I can dispose of my brother without actually killing him—I would like to kill him but putting him in the same situation as us in those bloody boxes would suffice."

"You were just undaggered," Genesis concludes with amusement in her tone, and Kol glares at her.

Genesis pats his back in response.

Anger in his tone and spike in his honey-brown eyes. "For a year now, dearest Genesis."

"Since 1548?"

"Yes, since then. It's irritating and annoying. Knowing that after that bloody dagger is removed from my chest, another century for me has gone by." Kol grits his teeth as his hand come into a fist, and he composes himself.

"What do I get in return? You know that me helping you subdue your brother will get me on his list of people to kill." Genesis tells him as she follows Kol to his house—not really his house.

"Is seeing my handsome face every day, not a prize?"

"I would rather choke and burn to death."

"Morbid, I like it."

Kol barges in as the human—he was probably compelled, is at his side in an instant, "Be a darling and give my friend a drink," Kol looks straight into her eyes as both of their pupils dilate, "Cut your palm and put your blood in a cup, serve it to her when you're done," The woman nods, complying with no hesitation.

Genesis hums in amusement as Kol opens a passage to a basement. An empty basement until Kol Mikaelson whispered something under his breath, clutching a small silver artifact in his hand—a dark object.

Then all of his prized possessions appeared before them. Every dark object he collected worldwide over the centuries that he was undaggered was right in front of them.

"In return, dear Genesis, all of my collection of dark objects will be yours—well, until there's a dagger in my chest, these will be yours to use, yours to learn from, and to keep safe." Kol then hands her a silver beaded necklace.

"If I get these when you are daggered, I wish you were daggered right now." Genesis retorts with a laugh as she takes the necklace from Kol's waiting hand.

"Not funny," Kol replies with a frown, and Genesis gives him a wink. "What are you scheming for a year since you were undaggered?"

"In a bit." Kol brushes it off with a wave of his hand as the woman from earlier hands Genesis a cup full of blood, "Off you go," Kol tells the woman, "Close the door as you go."

And when the door closes, Kol then opens a small wooden box with his key inside a rolled-up scroll. Genesis then takes it as she sees a sketch of a dagger.

"You plan to dagger him too." Genesis nods, "The dagger he uses on us don't work on him. It only works on original vampires, not original hybrid, unfortunetly." Kol informs her.

"And you know this, how?" Genesis asks as she places it the sketch back in the wooden box with Kol locking it and tucking it in his pocket.

She probably knew the answer, but she may be wrong. She takes a sip of blood, relishing in the taste and a boost of energy surging.

"Not in the way you think." Kol muses with a smirk. "A vampire hunter is how. Bloody lured us to a party and daggered us with it, and Klaus being himself, it didn't have the same effect it had on us. He undaggered us and killed the group of vampire hunters." He tells her with an irritated look as she nods along.

Genesis places the wooden cup on the table and raises the silver beaded necklace that Kol gave her earlier.

"And what of this?" Genesis asks as she examines the necklace. She knew from the moment she touched it, that it was oozing with magic, begging to be used.

"A gift for you," Kol tells her with a shrug and smooth casual tone.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"I'm flattered." Genesis smiles at him as she places the necklace around her neck, clasping it in place.

"As you should. I don't give gifts." Kol retorts as they exit the room.

"Thank you, Kol. You know you are really nice despite the reputation you made for yourself." Genesis tells him as she looks around the room, the mortal woman nowhere in sight.

"Don't get used to it, and you caught me on a nice day," Kol replies with his snarky tone. Genesis just rolled her eyes. Kol could just never accept a 'thank you.'

"What does it do anyway?"

"It encloses on your neck and runs you out of air until you choke to death, again and again," Kol tells her in a serious tone, but his eyes betray him.

They glimmered with playfulness and mischief.

He takes a bottle of rum from the wooden cupboard and chugs it.

"Brutal and stylish, just how I like it. You know me too well." Genesis says, taking a cup and snatching the bottle of rum from Kol's hand, pouring herself a drink.

"The magic in that necklace has no limits, but you can only cast basic spells," Kol informs Genesis. Her hand came to her neck, fingertips touching the silver beads.

This is the most memorable and touching gift she has ever received from someone.

Whoever Kol decides to set his eyes on is the luckiest—after they cross his very egotistic, prideful, and arrogant personality, he isn't all bad.

"When do we start?"

Kol grins. Oh, how he knew Genesis could never resist him.

For three years, Kol and Genesis have been doing their research by asking every coven of witches they come across, which are happy and surprisingly participating in their hunt on what magic to use to make the dagger.

Of course, they are more than obliged to help them in subduing the original hybrid.

In return for Kol's brother not noticing his plans of revenge. Kol went on a so-called rampage of leaving bodies in the village they occupied, making his siblings think that Kol could not control his bloodlust, anything else, nothing more. Any hint of suspicion of Kol's and Genesis' plans would ruin everything.

They were so close, yet so far from reaching the goal.

That is until Mikael, Kol's father, found them—because of Kol's rampage. In a hurry, Kol alerted Genesis to pack everything and run far away.

As she was about to let Kol know that their ship was ready, she saw his body being carried by a man with dirty blonde hair, followed by—let Genesis observe, a sinfully attractive man with dark hair.

It must be Klaus and Elijah, she thought to herself. The handsome man looked around, seemingly sensing that eyes were on them, and Genesis fled.

And Kol was, yet again, daggered in the year 1703.