(Kol) knows what he is

I know I'm a psychotic jackass, the term almost endearing when coming out of my sweet sisters mouth, though a bit more angering when coming out of anyone else's that is not family.

I know and I don't care. I'm the little brother; aren't we supposed to be the bad bunch of the family?

Though in all honesty, I wasn't always this..this..well, insane. Hmm..insane, psychotic, strange, odd, not right in the head; all it came down to were words, and words could just roll off my back and fuck off for all I cared. I really wasn't though, not until I hit puberty as a human, before that I was just the troublesome little brother. Really no harm intended (usually).

And when that age hit, I had convinced myself that I wouldn't care what other people thought of me or my actions. Being the mischievous black heart that I am, well, it was just easier. Easier when I became a vampire. Easier to take a hold of that never ending hunger for blood and claim it as my own. Easier to block out the screams in the night, of the terror I inflicted upon millions over the centuries (and yes I was proud when I got to that millionth number—I liked to keep track). Easier to rape and pillage my heart out, as if I were a common pirate (Finn would be so proud). So if I am a psychotic jackass (he is), well more power to me (all the power).

There is a little known secret, that all of my family know about me, but that they don't speak of, except in whispers to themselves.

They certainly don't talk to Niklaus about it. See, the thing is, I AM the scariest of us all. Of all the Originals. Sure, Niklaus is a hybrid, but that doesn't make him more powerful. Just an infected disease-ridden bastard—something Mikael used to call him often. Something I liked to call him too, just to rile him up.

There's a reason Niklaus daggered me, a reason he couldn't take seeing me kill with abandon and joy. It's because, deep down, though he'll deny it, Klaus knows I am more powerful than he is. More of a vampire than he'll ever be; for all of his bluster, he's still just a wounded and hurt child, desperate for mummy and daddies attention. And after that, for his siblings attention, and after that for ANY attention at all.

I AM more powerful than Niklaus. Though I admire his hair, I'm also the better "pirate" than Finn could ever be. I'm colder than Rebekah and Elijah? What a joke…honorable intentions my ass. Behind that steel reserve he has, behind that honor and integrity, lies an animal waiting to be released from its cage. Sometimes I wish THAT Elijah would come out to play. We could wreak such havoc together.

But it was not to be. Niklaus daggered me. And as I lie here in this dream/coma-like state, I plan all of the numerous ways I will murder him and bring him back just to kill him again, and again, and again…when I get out of this coffin. It will happen, sooner than he thinks. Be ready Niklaus, I'm coming to get you.