BEST THE BEAST

A/N: I'm back! Sorry about the wait on both my stories. Been tied up. Hope you enjoy this chapter! :D

New home

The cellar he currently vacated in was surprisingly clean. Slightly dusty perhaps, but the concrete stone floor was bare of any debris. The walls were layered with dull grey bricks, not the most comfortable atmosphere. There was one tiny window to the top of the cell providing a small source of light. The only exit was the door.

He had expected the chains to be laced with vervain. And he had been roughed up a bit from the wooden stake they jabbed into him from his initial capture.

Kol glanced down at himself, taking a mental inventory of his status. They had taken his coat and left him in just a thin t-shirt that was ripped in some places; probably to expose more of his skin to the vervain. But all in all, he wasn't in bad shape. He was just surprisingly hungry.

They had taken his ring, which was to be expected. But out of all the things he had been expecting though, being left alone wasn't really one of them. They had simply thrown him into the cell with little ceremony or regard. Locked the doors, and turned on their heels.

No jeering. No catcalls.

They had just left him there.

Kol could easily escape these chains if it weren't for the stake that weakened most of his strength. They had probably been planning his capture for sometime.

In a way he felt touched that they had chosen him instead of his brother or sister to locate Klaus. But he was a bit disappointed that they had chosen to ignore him for several hours. He was getting rather bored. There was little to do but look at the iron bars and wet concrete of his new home.

Kol struggled against the chains that were strapped around him. They securely bound his arms to the chair, with another set of chains wrapped around his torso and stomach. The set bound around his ankles made it especially difficult to escape.

No matter. Sooner or later Damon would show, and Kol was definitely looking forward to his confrontation.