Emma stared at Kol with dubious eyes. They'd taken some time, came up with a plan, but there was one thing that Emma continued to question. One kink she remained unsure about.

"It's a simple locator spell, darling. It was one of the first things I learned when I was starting." Kol reassured her as he spread out a map of Mystic Falls on the table, using her cup of tea and his cup of coffee (finally past the 'disgrace' of not having bourbon in the house) to keep the corners from rolling back up.

"I'm not worried about the difficulty." Emma pointed out, hesitant to jump into more of the details of how her magic, or better said lack of it, worked. She remembered some of the words her mother used when first describing it. Unnatural, dangerous, wrong...

Kol had been a witch. And once he turned into a vampire he surrounded himself with other, powerful and talented witches. And her mother had indirectly made it clear that what they were, siphoners, it isn't what it's supposed to be like. And Emma wasn't sure how he'd react to that.

"Did you know some witches would consider cloaking harder than locator spells?" Kol questioned, not really giving Emma a chance to respond before he continued. "That's what you did today. And I'll be here to guide you through it. I'm quite the teacher, you know?"

"I don't have my own magic." Emma finally blurted it out once she realized he wasn't giving up on the idea. And she knew it was a good idea. She reminded herself this wasn't about her and her worries about how he might react. This was about helping Rebekah.

"But you...?" For a moment Kol was confused.

"I'm not just a normal witch. It's different." She started to explain, staring down at her own fiddling fingers. "I can do magic, but I need a source, something to get power from, like a vampire. Right now, for example, I'm just normal. I can say the spell, and I can nail it, but nothing would happen."

"A siphoner." Kol mumbled in a knowing tone, the word making her glance up at him in surprise. She wondered whether he'd met one before, whether he could know things her mother didn't want to tell her. "I've heard stories, but I never met one. It sounded more like legends and scary fairy tales told to witch children."

"Yeah." Emma gave out a humourless chuckle. She was meant to be a scary story, great. "Kind of a witch with a glitch type of situation. Sorry to disappoint." She didn't notice the change in Kol's expression as he listened to her talk, only then realizing his word choices may not have been the best.

She looked back at him only once she heard his feet move, tearing her eyes away from the map on the table and turning them towards him as she watched him walk around it to come and stand by her side. For a moment, he observed her face, brushing away a stray piece of hair.

Kol had always wanted to meet a siphoner, ever since he heard his first stories about their existence. He always thought he'd get along with them based on the descriptions. Evil psychotic maniacs, the witches would call siphoners, along with many other colourful adjectives. And yet, here one stood before him. She surrounded herself with evil psychotic maniacs, and she fit in well with them, but she was more than that.

"Every time I learn something new about you, Emma Park, I realize how exceptional you are." Kol spoke finally, not stepping back or letting go. "Of course, you of all people, won't just be some boring ol' witch." She couldn't help but laugh as she shook her head at him, hands coming to rest on his chest for a moment.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Kol Mikaelson." She said, gently pushing him away as she carefully moved the map, turning it so that it would face her now. The smile on her face, paired with the new-found determination in her eyes, made it clear she was simply teasing, not refusing to help.

"Take what you need, darling." Kol offered his hand to her, but instead of accepting it, Emma shook her head.

"I'm not taking it and wasting it on making lights flicker while I struggle to pronounce the words." Emma shook her head. She shrugged the sweater of her shoulders and reached for the notebook she'd filled out with spells. Flipping through its pages, she turned it towards Kol once she found the locator spells she'd written down. "Which one is it?"

It took Kol a second or two longer until he was able to tear his eyes away from her and glance down at the neat cursive handwriting filling the pages. "This one." He finally said once he caught the familiar words, his finger coming to rest on top of it as he pushed the notebook back towards Emma.

"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras," Emma started to read the words, remembering having already looked them over earlier in the morning. It was one of the spells she'd wanted to try. "Sequita Saguines-"

"Saguines." Kol repeated the word, pronouncing it somewhat differently than she did. "The u is silent."

"Sequita Saguines," Emma repeated, eyes glancing towards him for a moment, checking she'd gotten it right. When he nodded, a small smile on his face while he watched her, Emma's eyes returned to the notebook as she continued. "Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous."

"Someone's been studying without me." Kol commented, making Emma hold back a small smile. She was happy she could say it, but that wasn't even half the work. It was doing the spell that mattered.

"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous." She repeated silently, reminding herself of the words, running them in her mind again and again, making sure she got it right.

"Don't rush through it." Kol spoke again, reaching for the knife they'd set on the table. He let the blade slide over his palm, blood starting to drip onto the map before the would healed up and he wiped the remnants of it away. "Take your time with it, let yourself feel the spell happening."

Emma ran over the spell again, muttering it in a quiet tone but still perfectly coherent with no stumbles over the words. Kol took a couple of steps, coming to stand behind her, hands resting on her bare arms. "Close your eyes, focus on the magic." He said in a whisper, not wanting to break her already established concentration. And Emma listened.

For a split second, Kol could see it before he could feel it. The soft glow coming from her skin as she started to siphon the magic from him. And then he felt the ache it caused. Just like he'd felt it that morning. And on the night of his mother's ball. The ache which made him reconsider killing the girl too, at least until he figured her out, answered the questions she kept rising in his mind. He had his answers now.

Kol stared at the red glow for a moment, listening to er voice as the chanting came out in a quiet tone. But soon enough he was distracted as he noticed something else from the corner of his eye. Looking over Emma's shoulder, he watched as the blood began to move across the map. The sight of the spell working was enough to convince him not to pull his hands from her skin. He wasn't sure what would happen if he did. And he'd experienced worse many times before, he could handle it.

"Keep going." He said, voice barely above a whisper, but she still heard it, and it was enough to make her push harder. She could feel the magic coursing through her. Kol's words had sounded confident, but with her eyes closed, she couldn't be sure if he was saying them because something was happening or because he simply believed she could do it.

And so Emma tried harder, she felt the magic of the spell itself, pushing it forward and repeating the words. Focused, eyes closed and back turned to him, Emma couldn't see the small grimace on Kol's face. Luckily, it wasn't long before he could let go without risking the spell any longer.

"Open your eyes, darling." He said, a smirk spreading over his face as he moved back to the map, standing by her side as the both looked at the streak of blood pooling back together into one as the last of the magic did it's thing.

"It worked." Emma breathed out in relief. And this time, she did let herself smile, both happiness and pride sparking across her features. She went into it hoping it would, knowing she'd do her best to make it work, but it was only her second spell. She couldn't be sure she'd succeed.

Looking over at Kol, she noticed him subtly rubbing his hands together, making a small frown replace her smile as she sent him a questioning look. "Are you alright?" She questioned, unsure of what the unfamiliar look on his face meant.

Her question made his eyes turn towards her, a smirk replacing the former expression as he spoke. "Perfectly fine, darling. You ready for our dashing rescue?" He brushed off her question with ease, but Emma could still sense something was off.

She remained quiet for just a moment, debating whether she should press further, but then remembered they didn't have much time for it. And so, instead, she nodded her head. "Let's go get your sister back."