You were Kol's girlfriend, a witch. One of the strongest in New Orleans. You had brought back Kol with Davina, but he was different, more angry, more bloodthirsty.

You had just had an argument with Kol, he lashed out again and punched a mirror. He left the room angrily with a flash.

An hour later, you were sitting on the bed of the room you both had argued in with glossy eyes and looked down at your hands, rubbing them together. Kol entered the room, definitely a lot more loving than before.