Dark Souls

The Holiday

"Young, old, dead, or alive. Witches are a pain in the ass."- Niklaus Mikaelson, The Originals

Cole grew irate with the amount of pressure his father had thrown at them. Him? A king. 

Cole didn't know a damn thing about ruling a kingdom. He was a loner who was just learning to get used to being around one person. 

His mate who he loved. 

Everyone else was to be merely tolerated or killed. 

He and Amaya didn't speak on it, but it hung and weighed on them making them snappy and prone to lashing out. 

When Cole thought the town of Sombre was starting to suffocate Amaya, he took her out of the entire country. 

He thought Greece would do her some good. 

She could relax, be pampered, and think undisturbed. When he woke up in the morning, his woman lay sexily stretched out in their white sheets spent. Cole had kept her up after dancing and drinks, for four or five rounds of hot s*x. 

Neither was much good for anything right now, but Cole had an old acquaintance to meet. 

Kissing his Amaya's head, Cole left out and headed to the bar. 

When Amaya woke up she felt tired, deliciously sore, and ready for the day. Reading the sweet note from Cole telling her to do nothing but relax she giggled. 

"Even in a note, you can still be bossy," Amaya mumbled as she sat up stretching. She got out of bed and found breakfast waiting for her on the table, still hot. After eating her fill, Amaya basked in the morning sun before going to take a dip in the pool.

In that moment, Cole stood up in a bar greeting his old friend Ambrose. The tall, olive-toned man smiled good-naturedly at his friend and asked, "And what brings you to my neck of the woods?" Cole licked his lips and told his friend what was going on with him. 

Ambrose's deep brown eyes widen a little hearing Cole's story but he listened to it without a word or interrupting. "Well, damn Cole." The witch exhaled when Cole finished. Cole nodded as his century-old friend rubbed his jaw in thought, "You have a mate?" Cole nodded and shared a memory of Amaya laughing to Ambrose who tipped his glass to Cole. "Good for you mate. No wonder you're so bloody happy now, she's beautiful." 

Cole grinned and admitted, "I love her, and since meeting her the darkness I felt, the anger, the pain. It's all gone." Facing his friend Cole admitted, "I feel peace in her." 

Ambrose grinned, "And do you think with her you'd make a good king?" Cole knew that answer. With Amaya, he could dominate the planet if he wanted to. With her, for her, he'd be the best anything so she'd be proud of being his mate. 

Nodding Cole suddenly stiffened as he noticed a couple of men eyeing them. "Ambrose..." His friend nodded and turned slowly to face the three American men in his bar. "Can I help you gentlemen with something?" He asked in his natural flourish. 

The three men scowled at Ambrose before standing and looking at Cole, "We're here for him. And his devil whore." Cole turned then, his eyes turning black, "Well I didn't send for a bunch of out of shape soccer dads. So I guess I'm going to have to return you." 

All three men fell to their knees groaning in pain. When five more stood, Ambrose, held up his hands. The sigils embedded in his bar appeared, glowing red as they swirled around the foolish mortals.  

"You mortals have no business here," Ambrose told them casually as he winked at a pretty witch in a booth checking him out. "Now I can and will kill you all here and now, if you wish. Or you will leave. And never return if you know what's best for you." 

The men grunted in pain as they looked at the witch angry. One of them looked at Cole and hissed, "Well I hope you didn't have much banking on that w***e of yours! She's as good as dead by now. We had men deployed there too."  

Cole glared at the prick and made a violent gesture. The man's eyes popped out of his skull as  the other's all fell unconscious. Cole and Ambrose ran to get to his mate worried she was hurt. 

When Cole walked into their vacation home his heart raced seeing the place wrecked. Dead bodies of mortal men littered the ground, covered in their own blood. Running through their place, Cole heard humming and he and Ambrose burst into the bathroom. 

Ambrose turned around seeing Amaya unharmed taking a bath looking perfectly fine. Amaya smiled when her mate ran to her side and looked at the blood running off her body. "Did they hurt you?"Amaya shook her head, "No, but they were very rude. So I hurt them. A lot." 

Cole kissed his mate happily, "Good." 

Amaya leaned back into the hot water and noticed the man at the door. "And you are?" Ambrose smiled at the stone wall he was looking at, "Ambrose Fenris my lady, how are you?" Amaya sighed, "Fine..." She turned to her mate though and whispered, "They told me our children couldn't be born. That the prophecy couldn't be completed. What do you think they meant?" 

Cole sighed, "I don't know, but theirs only one person who would." 

Amaya turned over in the tub so her rear end was up and she was looking into her mate's eyes, "Your father." 

Cole licked his lips, "I don't think we should go back right away. We can handle ourselves until we get more information. I don't like going into something only knowing some things." 

Ambrose coughed and asked carefully, "Would it trouble either of you if I were to come along?" Ambrose chuckled bashfully, "It's been almost fifty years since I've had excitement such as this." Cole chuckled as his woman rose from her bath giggling, "Well of course friend." Cole said rubbing his woman's soft skin dry, 

"We'll need all the hell raisers we can get on our side."