Lizzie shot up confused. She was in a forest with nothing else in sight. Lizzie pushed herself to her feet, her eyes scanning the space around her.

Where was she?

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep.

Lizzie heard a branch snap to her right. She turned to look but saw nothing.

What was that?

Lizzie went to go check around the area the noise happened. However, a gust of wind blew past her. As if someone had run past her at vampire speed.

Lizzie froze, feeling eyes on her from behind.

She turned slowly and Lizzie's eyes widened seeing the young man in front of her. He was around 18 or 19 years old.

Lizzie narrowed her eyes, when she realized that he was familiar.

He cocked his head to the side, studying her.

"Hello, darling," He purred.

His eyes trailed her body.

For some reason, his expression was both surprised and confused.

But the look disappeared as quickly as it came.

Lizzie felt a jolt of recognition as she stared at this man.

English accent. Brown hair and dark brown eyes. Hope's paintings.

This was Kol. Kol Mikaelson.

Shit.

Also, hot damn.

Kol raised his eyebrows, expectantly.

"You're Kol, aren't you?" Lizzie finally said.

He paused and narrowed his eyes. "I am. Now, darling, why don't you tell me how you're here before I tear your throat out with my teeth," He threatened, veins appearing below his eyes.

"Wow, is your way of dealing with people threatening them into doing what you want?" Lizzie scoffed.

Kol flashed forward trying to slam her against the tree but Lizzie sped to the other side of the clearing.

He turned to look at her surprised. Then, his eyes turned calculating.

"You're a vampire."

"Sure, let's go with that," Lizzie replied, readying her magic.

Lizzie knew the only reason he wasn't able to grab her was because he hadn't expected her to be able to get out of the way.

She knew he wouldn't make the same mistake again.

He considered her. "What do you mean by that?" He asked, referring to how she responded.

Lizzie shrugged. "Who knows?"

Kol's stare turned into a glare.

Barely a second later he had her pressed against a tree with his hand wrapped around her throat.

"If you won't tell me yourself, then I shall compel it out of you," He snarled.

Lizzie could barely keep her face neutral. She may be a vampire but she was also a witch. Meaning no compelling for him.

"You will tell me everything I want to know," He compelled.

Lizzie just smirked. "Yeah, no."

Kol released her. "That's impossible."

He frowned, thinking. "You're on vervain."

"Nope," Lizzie said, laughter in her voice. "But good guess."

"How then?" He asked, through dark eyes.

"If you agree to not put your hands on me again, I'll tell you some of what I know. And answer any of your questions to the best of my ability," Lizzie bargained.

Kol thought about her proposal.

"Deal?" Lizzie asked.

"Very well, darling," Kol agreed.

Lizzie looked around. "This is your mind, right?" She asked.

"It is," Kol replied. "Why do you ask?"

"That means you can change the forest to a more comfortable setting," Lizzie said.

"If you so wish," Kol said and closed his eyes.

The space around them changed and they were in a bedroom.

"Really?" Lizzie asked in disbelief.

"What's the matter, darling?" Kol asked, jumping on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"Whatever," Lizzie muttered, taking a seat at the end of the bed.

Shock flashed through Kol's eyes as she did that.

Why though?

Then she remembered, he was daggered in the early 1900s. And women were prudes during that time and would never be on a bed with a man they had never met before.

'Welcome to the twenty-first century Kol.' Lizzie thought.

He was in for a big surprise when he saw what women wear nowadays.

That thought made her start as she realized what she was wearing.

The pajamas she went to bed in were a pair of loose red shorts and a black tank top.

So that was why he had been looking at her strangely when he first saw her.

Oh well.

Lizzie put one of her legs up, under her and left her other one hanging as she turned to him. Kol was watching her curiously as he leaned against the headboard.

"You know my name but I don't know yours, darling," Kol said.

Lizzie paused as she realized she never told him her name.

"My name is Elizabeth Parker but I go by Lizzie," She answered.

"Elizabeth," He repeated slowly, testing the name on his tongue.

Lizzie ignored the hair on her arms as they stood on their ends.

She was not attracted to him.

Nope.

Not at all. Nor did she find the way he said her name hot.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He purred.

Seriously? Is he a cat?

Lizzie rolled her eyes and forced herself not to blush.

He looked surprised, when she didn't even blink.

"Can we get down to business or are you going to continue to flirt with me?" Lizzie snarked.

"Come on, darling. We both know you enjoy it,"  Kol said.

Lizzie snorted unladylike.

"I'm going to guess feminism didn't exist before you were daggered?" Lizzie asked.

"Feminism?" Kol inquired.

"I'll take that as a no," Lizzie muttered.

If she learned that he thought of women as objects, she was going to kick his ass.

"What is this Feminism?" Kol asked.

"Do you think women should be treated as equal as a man is? And not be discriminated against because of their gender?"

He didn't even hesitate.

"I have a strong-willed sister, of course I think that," He said, giving her a weird look.

Lizzie gave him a look of approval.

"Now to quote your words, darling, let's 'get down to business'," He said.

"Alright, first of all, I have to ask. Have you ever heard of siphon witches?" Lizzie asked.

Lizzie remembered Hope saying that Kol was very involved with witches so maybe he's already heard of them.

Although when he donated the grimoires he collected, none of them were from the Gemini Coven. Which sucked, because they were hoping he might have one with something on the merge but no such luck.

Not that it mattered anymore but still.

"I have never heard of such a thing," Kol replied, eyes watching her carefully.

Lizzie pursed her lips. "That's not surprising. Have you ever heard of the Gemini Coven?" She asked.

Kol straightened. "Yes and they're a bunch of loonies.

True - rude - but very true.

"What do you know of them?" Lizzie prodded.

Kol cocked his head slightly as he thought.

That's adorable.

Lizzie blinked.

Nope, not going down that path again.

Last time you fell for the bad boy, it ended badly. Learn from your mistakes, don't repeat them.

Besides, Kol was known as the psychotic maniac of the Original Family.

Red flags everywhere.

Just no.

It didn't matter that he looked like a god. Really, it didn't.

Lizzie shook her head. Then looked at Kol who had finally come out of his thoughts and was watching her with an unreadable look in his eyes.

When he saw her looking at him, he blinked and shifted.

"The Gemini Coven is a very secretive coven. I only know what they allow others to know. Although I once tried to have some witches infiltrate them but seeing as they never returned, it's safe to deduce that they're dead," Kol shrugged.

"What is it you know then?" Lizzie asked.

No wonder no one knew siphoners existed.

"Well, darling," Kol said, leaning forward with his elbows on his legs. "I know that there is a merging ceremony that happens when twins in the coven turn 22, and whoever survives is the coven leader. I also know that everyone in the coven is linked to the coven leader. Besides that, I know they have incredibly powerful cloaking spells that they keep to themselves."

"You know about the merge? Good, that will make this easier to explain." Lizzie said, relieved. Kol looked at her confused.

"Alright in the Gemini Coven, a new type of witch was born because of a mutation caused by one twin cannibalizing the other twin's mind and magic," Lizzie said.

Kol frowned. "And this new type of witch was called a siphon witch?"

"Yes," Lizzie replied.

"Why did they keep this to themselves?" Kol asked.

"To them, Siphoners are abominations and should not exist," Lizzie explained.

And the fact that if they turn into vampires they become vampire-witch hybrids.

Kol's eyes flashed with understanding.

"They refused to reveal their existence because they knew they would be shamed by other witches." He commented.

"Yep," Lizzie agreed.

"What do these siphon witches and the Gemini Coven have to do with anything, darling?" Kol asked.

Lizzie was silent as she considered how to proceed.

He wanted to know why he couldn't compel her and she couldn't explain the bracelet without telling him she was a witch because of the vision.

Screw it, maybe Josie and her were telling way to many people what they were but it was about time the world knew about siphoners and heretics.

Also, it would ruin the standing of the Gemini Coven, which she was all for.

"Siphon witches don't have magic of their own," Lizzie started.

"Then, how are they witches?" Kol interrupted.

Lizzie ignored him, continuing her explanation. "They can instead take or siphon magic from anyone with magic in or attached to them and any object containing magic or any spell. And when they do this they can convert it into their own magic. However, eventually, the magic disappears if it isn't used," She explained.

Kol considered the information. "I can see why witches would consider them abominations."

Lizzie frowned at those words. Kol glanced up, taking note of her expression.

"There's something else isn't there, darling?" He inquired.

"When siphoners turn into vampires, they don't have magic they can lose," Lizzie paused.

And Kol went completely still.

"What are you implying?" He asked, eyes boring into hers.

"Siphoners don't lose their ability to siphon and seeing as they can siphon from their vampire side, they become full witches," Lizzie explained, softly.

"Who are also vampires," He muttered. There was a touch of jealousy in his voice and Lizzie's mind flashed to the Kol that was a child.

He had been so terrified of losing his magic even more so than the possibility of losing his younger brother.

And Lizzie found that she couldn't blame him.

If she lost the ability to do magic, she would go insane.

Which, she wasn't far off from that anyway. But that wasn't the point.

Has anyone ever apologized to him?

Finn might have but he was going through the same thing Kol was.

Did any of their siblings tell them they were sorry?

From what she knew about the Original family, probably not...

"I'm sorry," Lizzie whispered.

His head snapped up to look at her startled.

His eyes were wide and confused.

"What, darling?" Kol asked confused, but there was also a touch of vulnerability in his voice.

Lizzie smiled sadly. "You lost your magic when you turned. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my magic."

Kol stared at her in shock, then realization.

"You're a siphoner-vampire, that's why I couldn't compel you."

"Yes, but we're called Heretics," Lizzie replied, softly.

"We're?" He questioned.

"My twin sister and I," Lizzie answered.

"You're from the Gemini Coven," Kol realized.

Did he just realize that?

She thought the whole siphoner thing would have tipped him off.

"Uh-huh," Lizzie nodded.

He was quiet as he thought about the new information.

Then he shook his head.

"Very well. How are you here, little witch?" Kol asked.

Lizzie felt a warm feeling in her chest at the new nickname.

"I'm not completely sure but I think it's because I found your bracelet," Lizzie replied, holding up her wrist.

Kol froze, his eyes locking onto the bracelet. Suddenly he was in front of her on his knees. His hand shot forward, grasping her wrist in a tight but gentle hold.

"I...I had no idea it fell off," He whispered. Then his eyes snapped up to meet hers. Their faces were only a few inches apart.

"Where did you find this, darling?" He asked, voice low.

"I sensed the magic when I was passing a small abandoned building in New Orleans. When I touched it, I had a vision of you when you were human and realized who it belonged to. I think that because you infused this with your magic before you became a vampire, it might be connected to you," Lizzie explained, calmly holding his gaze. Although her heart was pounding, but not out of fear. "I was planning to return it to you when I convinced your brother to undagger you."

He searched her eyes, seeing the truth in her gaze.

"Darling, what do you mean by trying to get my brother to undagger me?" He asked Lizzie.

Lizzie considered if she should tell the truth or not.

"What...what do you know about time travel?" Lizzie asked softly.

She was very aware of his hand that was still around her wrist.

His eyes widened slightly.

"Darling, are you implying that you time traveled?" Kol questioned. But he didn't seem to dismiss it.

Which didn't surprise her, seeing as she was pretty sure the spell they used was from one of the grimoires his future self donated.

"I'm not implying. My sister and I were only trying to travel back four months but we ended up going back over 20 years," Lizzie said.

"What year is it, right now?" He asked after a moment.

"The year is 2009," Lizzie whispered.

"I've been daggered for an entire century..." Kol muttered, looking past her, gaze distant.

Lizzie looked down. "I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry, darling," Kol looked back at her. "My bastard of a brother, on the other hand, does."

Lizzie sighed, conceding.

She shifted to get more comfortable, causing her bare leg to brush against his.

He glanced down, a small smirk forming. Then Kol moved his hand down her wrist to her hand and linked their hands together.

Lizzie rolled her eyes at him but didn't pull away.

She could sense the heat of his body radiating from him.

"Why did you want to go back in time?" Kol asked, his voice in a whisper.

Lizzie looked down at their linked hands.

"My friends and I went against a really powerful creature and we won in the end but the cost was high.m," Lizzie said, swallowing past the lump in her throat. "In the final battle, my sister and I died with vampire blood in our systems. Our parents died in front of us and so many of others died."

Lizzie sighed, mind going back to what happened. "If it wasn't for Hope, it would have all been for nothing. She defeated the creature, ending the battle once and for all."

Kol squeezed her hand lightly. There was something strange in his eyes.

"Who is this Hope?" He inquired.

Lizzie froze. Oh shit.

"Umm..." Lizzie tried to figure out how to respond.

Kol narrowed his eyes. "What is it, little witch?"

"She's your niece," Lizzie whispered under her breath.

"What?" He stared at her disbelievingly. "That's impossible. All my siblings are vampires, they can't have children."

"Technically, one of your siblings isn't a vampire but we'll talk about long lost siblings later," Lizzie corrected.

"What do you mean by a long lost sibling, darling?" Kol was staring hard at her.

"First, let's talk about your niece. Hope is the daughter of Klaus," Lizzie explained.

"How?" Kol demanded to know.

"Klaus will soon break his werewolf curse and because of that he gains the ability to conceive children," Lizzie said. "Hope was the first-ever hybrid of three different creatures. The Tribrid."

"She's part witch, werewolf, and vampire." He said, in understanding.

"Yeah."

Kol nodded "Ok."

Lizzie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Ok?"

"With time I will learn if you're telling the truth so I see no reason to argue. Besides, darling, I've spent a lot of time with witches, so I'm very aware that loopholes have a habit of appearing," Kol replied.

"No kidding," Lizzie snorted.

"Now what was this about long lost siblings?" Kol asked as he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

Which was very distracting. Lizzie! Focus!

Her mind then turned to Freya, the long lost Mikaelson sister.

Lizzie paused to think about how to go about explaining that.

Kol cocked his head, looking very impatient.

Lizzie bit her lip, not noticing Kol's eyes zero in on the motion.

"What do you know about your sister that 'died' in the plague?" Lizzie asked.

Kol's eyes snapped from her lips to her eyes. "Little witch, are you implying that she's alive?"

Lizzie nodded, "Yes."

"No," Kol denied. "That was a thousand years ago. Even if she didn't die in the plague, she wouldn't be alive today."

"She could have had a spell cast on her that caused her to hibernate for a hundred years to preserve her youth and when she wakes up, she only ages a year and is immortal," Lizzie said.

Kol's eyes widened in shock. "How? Why?"

"Did you know that your mother had an older sister?" Lizzie asked.

"No," Kol said, shaking his head.

"Your mother gave Freya to her sister, Dahlia. as payment for her casting a fertility spell on your mother so she could have more children. Esther lied to your father, saying that she died from the plague," Lizzie explained.

Kol was silent. "Where is she now, little witch?" He asked.

"She's in hibernation in a glass coffin in the Dowager Fauline Cottage," Lizzie answered.

Then, Lizzie felt a way of dizziness hit her. She gasped out loud.

"What is it, darling? What's wrong?" Kol asked, eyes sweeping her.

"I think I'm waking up," Lizzie gasped.

Then there was a flash of light.

Lizzie's eyes shot open and she looked around confused. Beside her was Josie, still asleep. She glanced down at the bracelet and an idea hit her.

Lizzie pushed back the covers and went to take a shower. When she got out she used her vampire speed to get ready.

She put her hair into two braids. Then, she put on a red shirt that was cropped, showing her belly button and black leggings.

Then she walked into the main space, and looked around, making sure no one was up. Then she focused on her magic on the bracelet.

As she did that, she felt a tether attached to it. Lizzie latched onto it and pulled.

At first, she thought nothing happened but then she heard a voice behind her.

"Well, I definitely wasn't expecting this," A voice drawled from behind her.

Lizzie turned around, grinning when she saw the ghostly form of Kol. He was looking around the room curious before his gaze landed on her.

He looked her up and down. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Well, hello there, darling," He greeted Lizzie. "I must say you look exquisite."