WARNING: violence - ishy stuff

Disclaimer: not mine

It is no secret that Kol has been out of the "loop" for a while now. Actually, whether he has ever actually been in the loop or not is highly debatable. But family is family. And Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah have never let him down, not physically anyway.

Kol Mikaelson is the master of self-pity. So when he sat in that basement, hands bound to the arms of a chair and ankles staked to the legs, his first and only thoughts were of how unfortunate he was. He winced as he attempted to move out of the chair, feeling weak and light headed.

"Oh great… I'm going to die aren't I?" He mumbled. There was a needle sticking out of his left arm, rapidly draining him of blood. "What the-"

"Your blood. We need it."

Kol turned his head, and too quickly at that, to the voice. Standing at the bottom of the basement stairs ominously was a man, a human if the steady beating of his heart was anything to go by. He looked like a lumber jack with his plaid shirt hanging loosely out of his jeans. Kol rolled his eyes,

"Who are you?" Kol snorted. "Paul Bunyan?"

The man said nothing so Kol rolled his eyes, "Fine… I can play along. Why do you need my blood?"

"We staked you. You lived." The man grunted. "Want to know why."

Great, Kol thought. This idiot can't even form proper sentences. "What's the big deal?"

"Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah."

Kol's eyes narrowed as he heard his siblings' names, "If you touch them I swear to-"

Kol's head snapped to the side as a hard punch landed on his cheek. He panted heavily, blood loss making him light headed. Mr. Lumber Jack plucked the needle from Kol's arm and sighed.

"You know, Kid. We could've done this the easy way."

"Wow, full sentences… Someone get this man a cookie." Kol watched the man approach him with a hunting knife almost menacingly. He grabbed Kol's arm and cut a long line from elbow to wrist putting a small piece of metal in the middle so it wouldn't heal then repeating the task on the other arm. Kol cried out and watched wearily as his blood dripped into the bowls neatly placed on the floor to catch his blood. Kol rolled his head towards where the Lumber Jack Man was standing and glared,

"My siblings are going to come… And they're going to kill you."

"I hope they do come, so I can kill them."

Kol just chuckled and slouched slightly in the chair, "Keep telling yourself that buddy."

The man shook his head before exiting, leaving Kol to bleed out miserably.

It took twenty minutes for Kol to pass out from blood loss and then another twenty for him to be awoken by a series of loud bangs. He jerked and then winced slightly as he realized that he was still bleeding. He heard the door to the top of the basement stairs open and he shut his eyes deciding that pretending to be unconscious would cause him the least amount of pain. The gentle hand resting on his cheek surprised him, his eyes popping open quickly. At first his vision was blurry, the face in front of him only the outline of a head.

"Kol… Kol, you're going to be okay."

He sighed and smiled slightly, "Nik." It was a sigh of relief.

"Yeah Kol, I'm here. We're all here."

"Am… Am I going to die?" Kol asked slowly.

"No, Kol, you're not going to die." That was a different voice. Elijah.

"It would be okay, you know… If I died… Because you guys came to save me… and all I've ever wanted… was for you three… to care about me." Kol's eyes began to flutter shut.

The three other Mikealson's looked at Kol sadly, Rebekah being to only one who could respond,

"Well, lucky for us, we have an eternity to make it up to you because you're not dying today. Not on our watch."