5 My Ice on His Fire

A/N: Again chapters are not edited... feel free to point out if there's something that needs to be fixed.

This may have been the hardest POV to work on, but this is Melody's view on things.

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Melody POV

The Adonis that was Kol was spacing out as normal, while he was perched upon the cliff side. I never understood the fascination of being out there the loose fabric that was tied around my slender hips slipped to the fiery sand as my hands unfastened the tight knot. Adjusting the tight blue and white striped swimsuit so that even more of my cleavage shows. The feeling of the fabric acting like a torture device as it squeezed my internal organs.

Swallowing the sick feeling that threatened to escape from the confines of my stomach, I approached my boyfriend as I puff out my chest.

"Kol... Kol!" I call, slowly running over to greet him. If I'm going to run, I'm going to make sure it looks good.

My bosom and my backside bouncing the entire way. Seeing my onlooker's expressions of jealousy and envy.

"Kol," I call attempting to break him from his thoughts. Seeing the flame that licked his cupped palms made me cautious.

Blowing a thin layer of ice into my own hands, I slap them on his, extinguishing his fire as I encircle my arms around his broad shoulders.

'Ooooo…. Has he been working out?' I mentally swoon, knowing very well that he can throw me around his room already. A slight blush creeps over my cheeks.

Out of the corner of my eye I spy the sickest looking girl staring at my Lover and I. Just staring! As if she couldn't tear her dark purple irises away. She wasn't anything to write home about. A loose white slip barely draped her body, the thin straps practically hanging off bone.

'When was the last time this stalker ate anything?' My mind questioned. Did this scrawny little girl really just come outside to the shore of all places…. In her nighty?

The feeling of a large vein appearing on my forehead on aggravation. 'Doesn't she realize there is so many people here?'

'What did this ghost of a girl want?'

The pathetic creature clutches at her chest, just steps from where I embraced my Baby, her eyes on the verge of spilling over with tears.

The ghost growing paler than the ivory her skin already was. Her lips slightly parting repeatedly as she attempts to speak something.

'She looks like a dying fish!' I can't help the mental laughter from racking my body at the hilarious sight.

'She looks familiar.' Racking my brain in an attempt to recall where I had last seen this pasty bitch from. Until it donned on me suddenly, and I can't help but chuckle at the scene that started to play in my mind. my lips curling upright in a devious smile at the memory of Kol's birthday two years ago.

My touch startles Kol out of his thoughts, my ice on His fire. My Love climbing off his rock to face me, his smoldering, love filled gaze leaving me breathless; leaving my onlookers to swoon with jealousy.

'Ha ha ha take that bitches!' I mentally chuckle.

My peach petal lips fall on his, making him take an involuntary step back to stabilize us as I cling to him throwing my full weight into his chest.

Our kiss growing in passion, my eyes slightly open shifting my gaze towards the nobody watching the pitiful reaction displayed on the stalker's face.

'All I want in this life is Him.'

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Moments before

Cassandra POV

After the brief run in with Cassandra's mother, she felt suffocated and, in the

need, of fresh air. She ran out of the house towards the sandy beach that seemed to be

calling to her soul. The events playing in her mind of everything that has been

happening these past few days, not noticing that her steps unconsciously carried her

closer to her and Kol's favorite spot.

Her eyes cast down watching the tiny white sand crabs scuttle around on the pristine white, sandy beach. The different hues of colors that make up the sand as they glisten in the sunlight as it started to peak over the horizon.

She lifts her head up just slightly, to look ahead and instantly stops.

Cassandra's gaze landing on a set of familiar fiery crimson eyes, but his gaze looked hollow a pale reflection of the eyes Cassandra had known all her life.

Cassandra's wandering eyes shifts their focused to the other woman that was practically draped around Kol, her supposed friend, who she's seen around town normally hanging off a different guy each week but tended to gravitate back to Kol.