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Sinful Immortality

Chapter 1:

Kol turned in his bed and felt himself rolling off it, landing on a dead stripper he'd brought home with him during his stay in Las Vegas.

Had he not been completely heartbroken he would've loved to stay in Las Vegas, because it had everything he desired and loved.

Well, all except for Kenzie.

Growling quietly as the turned vampire hunter flashed his mind, he rolled off the dead woman, spotting a bottle of tequila.

He grabbed the bottle and sat up, his vision going completely blurry as he made an attempt to open it, but when he finally succeeded he found out that it was empty.

"For fucks sake…" he muttered and threw the bottle towards a wall, shattering the bottle into hundreds of sharp glass pieces.

Grabbing the bed he hoisted himself up and glanced around, noticing the huge spots of blood on the bed sheets, walls and floor.

A few more dead strippers lay on the floor and were still dressed in their sparkly short skirts and bikini tops.

Kol heaved a sigh and grabbed his cell phone absentmindedly, seeing Kenzie's number flash on the screen yet again.

Why does she keep calling me? She has that Fell guy to please her, Kol thought and was about to crush the cell phone, but he saw that he had a voicemail.

Reluctantly letting it play, he lay down on the bed and listened to the sound of Kenzie's voice.

"Kol? Kol please answer your phone… I understand why you left, but just… please let me know if you're ok. I'm worried about you. I… miss you."

She misses me? Kol sat up straight and felt himself sobering up a bit.

No, he couldn't go back to her even if she missed him. She deserved to be with someone normal – someone who wasn't the brother of her mother's murderer and who got her in trouble.

But calling her wouldn't harm, would it? Just let her know that he was fine or tell her to stop contacting him and get on with her life?

Kol nodded and rubbed his weary face, dialing Kenzie's number and waiting for her to answer, but minutes passed by and no one answered it.

Huh, that was odd?

Of course Kenzie could just be busy or… Kol growled as the mental image of Kenzie sleeping with Gabriel flashed in his mind.

He crushed his phone and headed out of the hotel suite, nearly walking into a very startled maid whose eyes widened when she saw that he was butt-naked.

Kol really didn't care if she stared or not but found a suite that belonged to a man who was about his size, stealing some of his clothes before he left the hotel.

He was hungover, worried and his vampire side and humanity were fighting an internal battle that drove him crazy.

"So this is where you've been hiding for over a century? I should've known!" a familiar female voice said, making him stop dead in his tracks.

No… it can't be, he thought and turned slowly around, finding himself standing face to face with an old flame from the past. Oh bloody hell!

"Hello Kol," the raven-haired vampire with the emerald green eyes said. "Why so surprised to see me? You didn't forget about me, did you?"

Kol was speechless and shook his head, remembering the passionate, reckless and entertaining nights they'd spent together in the past.

Before Klaus was so kind to dagger me, that is.

"Of course not, Sienna. How could I forget a beauty like yourself?" he said, a smirk forming slowly on his lips.

He had missed Sienna and how she seemed to know just what he wanted and when he wanted it, but his smirk quickly faded when he remembered that his heart still belonged to someone else.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, sweetie," Sienna said and batted her dark and thick eyelashes in the most flirtatious way. "Dinner will, though. Are you offering or are you too hungover to eat?"

She licked her crimson lips as she said it and smoothed down the tight black dress she wore, distracting him for a moment from his thoughts.

"You know what? I'm feeling very hungry. Let's go to my new favorite place," he said and took her hand, kissing it softly and feeling an ache in his heart.

Guilt – that was what it was.

She's happy with Gabriel. I should move on like she is, he reminded himself, but his heart refused to listen. Tonight I'm going to kill my humanity with a little help from Sienna.

Having decided that, he led his old lover and friend to a bar he'd been to last night and compelled his way to getting a bottle filled with blood and alcohol.

Yup, tonight it was time for him to tear apart the humanity Kenzie had brought forth in him...

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Fuck, fuck and double fuck, Kenzie cursed and felt like slapping herself in the face. Why the fuckery fuck does this have to happen to me now?!

The man behind her kidnapping scrutinized her intently and when a frown appeared on his face, she saw that despite his current age he looked just like when she left him, wearing only a couple of more wrinkles on his forehead.

How did he even get out of the damn nursing home?

"Hello Kenzie," he said, his voice hoarse and low, making him sound more intimidating. "What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see your old man?"

Kenzie gulped nervously as she stared at her 65-year-old father, noticing a Bible in his hand that made her remember the reason why she never visited him anymore.

He was a crazy, old and mentally ill man – not the sweet, overly protective and loving father, who would do anything to keep her safe.

"Dad, I–"

"And the corpse can talk," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Now do tell me, Kenzie. How exactly did my dear daughter die?"

Kenzie heaved a sigh and glanced around in the dark dungeon, spotting multiple torturing devices custom made to inflict a high amount of pain on vampires.

"You want to know how I died, Dad? Do you? I was murdered by a vampire hunter who'd been turned into a psychotic vampire!" she snapped, instantly regretting saying it.

Her father raised a brow and walked up to her slowly, intimidatingly, like a predator as always and held a neatly carved stake close to her neck.

"Oh, I know. Your brother told me," he said calmly. "However, I believe he should've killed you when he had the chance. You are no longer one of us and will turn on us when you get the chance. It's your nature now. You're a damn bloodsucking monster!"

It felt like he'd just stabbed her in her heart and when she looked into his cold brown eyes, she felt like a frightened little girl again.

"I never wanted to become a vampire…" she whispered pleadingly.

"Yes you did or you wouldn't have completed the transition. What is the first rule we hunters always obey no matter what?" he asked, reminding her of the lessons he used to give her.

"Vampire hunters will rather die fighting a vampire than become like the enemy..." she quoted reluctantly.

"Exactly! Now I have to live with the tormenting memory of my own daughter being transformed into what I hate the most – what took your mother's life so many years ago!"

Kenzie closed her eyes and felt tears brimming in them.

And this is exactly why I didn't want him to know about Kol… he'd never forgive me.

"But I am not evil, Dad! I only drink animal blood or from hospital blood bags…"

The old hunter shook his head repeatedly and murmured something under his breath, turning around because it was too much for him to even look at her.

"I am very tempted to drive a stake through your heart, but that would be a very kind death for someone like you – especially when I know you fell in love with the brother of your mother's murderer. How could you? After everything that beast did to your mother!"

Kenzie shook her head and let out a sigh, refusing to accept that. She had felt guilty about it for a long time and knew that Kol wasn't like his brother.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, sitting completely calmly in her seat.

Her father turned around again and faced her, wearing a crazy look in his face. He suddenly shook his head and walked out of the dungeon, muttering something about his dead wife.

She instantly tried breaking free from the chair, but the vervain in her system and on the chains weakened her a lot and made her feel so sleepy.

Out of all the people she never wanted to meet her father until the day he was dead, because it pained her to see him like this.

But perhaps… only perhaps, he would forget the reason why he brought her here and let her go eventually – though that wouldn't change the fact that he seemed to hate her immensely.

Another man soon entered the dungeon – a man she didn't know – she saw a couple of more torturing devices in his hands and knew that he'd been sent to hurt her.

"Please don't do this! I haven't harmed anyone!" Kenzie screamed hoarsely, trying to get out of the chair.

The man ignored her plea and silently moved forwards with collar-like object in his hand, tying it tightly around her neck and making sure that the wooden spikes on it hurt her already.

She winced and bit down in her bottom lip so hard that she made herself bleed. He narrowed his eyes at her and wrapped the chain to the collar around his hand.

"Mr. Forbes has no tolerance towards dead monsters," he said. "However, we might just let you live if you tell us who turned you. Lying to us or keeping the truth hidden won't get you anywhere, so I suggest you start talking."

"Start talking? But why would I tell who my maker is when you're just going to kill him?" Kenzie hissed angrily.

He didn't look that pleased about her reply and took out a large kitchen knife that smelled like it had been soaked in vervain, walking up to her and bending down in his knees to be at her level.

"Do you really want to test me, Kenzie? I may have known you from since you were just a child, but I have no tolerance towards dead monsters either. In fact, I'd rather just stake you now."

His cold words sent a shiver through Kenzie's body and she closed her eyes, saying a quiet prayer that someone would save her – anyone.

After all the shit she'd been through she refused to die like this and she refused to tell anyone about Kol, because the truth was… she'd rather die than betray him.

"Then torture me. I don't care. I don't have anything to live for if you kill my maker." Kenzie said honestly, knowing too that she would die as well if Kol died.

Where is Kol anyway? Why hasn't he returned my calls? Will he find out about what happened to me?

All these questions rushed through her mind and she sighed heavily, wishing that things hadn't gone so badly between them.

Oh God, and Gabriel! He must think I ran away with Kol or something equally horrible…

Of course she did love spending time with him and wanted to see if they could have a somewhat normal life together, but she couldn't stop comparing him with Kol.

"Very well. Then you must suffer."

The brawny and dangerous-looking man, who worked for her father, suddenly stabbed her in her chest with the knife, the vervain burning the inside of her body and making her scream.

It felt like she'd been stabbed with acid and made her feel weaker; however she quickly muffled her scream by clenching her teeth and closed her eyes, ignoring the searing pain.

Don't give up, Kenzie. Not now. Not here.

Kenzie tried breaking some of the chains even though it hurt, but the man pulled in the chain to the collar and she felt the wooden spikes going into her neck.

Where are you Kol when I need you the most?