The brunette man strolled slowly through the streets of the city, hoping to make progress with his revenge plan. On the way from Mystic Falls to New Orleans I had already thought about his first steps, but there was something wrong. Something was missing! As if he had forgotten something or someone.
But he had planned for all his siblings. Rebekah, Elijah, Finn and last but not least Niklaus. The first thing he felt at the thought of the original hybrids was a stabbing pain in a special place in their hearts. But this feeling had nothing to do with love. Instead, it made clear nothing but the pain he felt when his brother slowly drilled the blade of the White Oak Ash Dagger into his heart full of pleasure. Only at the thought of one of these many times hate spread in him. His brother had to suffer for what he had done to his family over the centuries and he would gladly play the angel of revenge.
The longer he pushed himself through the crowds on the streets, the stronger his saliva flow became. For a moment he stopped and had to fight with himself not to cover his ears. The throbbing of the hearts that pumped the blood through the bodies of the people around him was simply too loud. People were so tender and fragile.
To escape the hustle and bustle of the street, he fled to a nearby bar. Fortunately, even at such a late hour of the day, the bar was relatively empty. There were one or two people, but among some of them he could recognize vampires.
He slowly approached the bar and dropped onto a bar stool. He hummed his order to a waiter and tried to suppress his thirst for blood. Hopefully a good glass of bourbon would at least satisfy his desire a little.
While he waited, a girl sank next to him on another bar stool and started talking to a bartender. He watched the teenager closely. Her long brown hair fell open over her shoulders and her tender body was in a white dress that only made her look more fragile. Her facial expression told him that she had never been in this building before. She looked around with excitement and watched the people around her. The only one she didn't seem to see was Kol.
So he decided to draw her attention deliberately. Because he had to give that she made an interesting impression on him.
"What is a pretty woman like that doing alone in a bar like this," he asked after a few seconds. Instantly she turned around to him and let her gaze wander over his body. While he faced her gaze, he used the chance to look her in the eye. He had always been of the opinion that the eyes formed a gate to the soul. But she seemed to be able to protect herself from his inquiring gaze, for he could learn nothing about her.
"She got herself a drink," she explained within seconds and then took the glass from the bartender, whom she thanked briefly. These words brought back his thirst for blood and his gaze wandered to her carotid artery, which pulsated firmly. He lowered his gaze, but could hardly think of anything else. Surely her blood was a real delicacy and he could really imagine what it would feel like to taste it.
"Does she want a second one," he asked and gave her a charming grin, hoping she would accept his offer. "No, thank you," he tilted his head slightly, already closing a bank note over the counter for the employee and then stood up from the stool: "She's leaving now." As she walked towards the door, he couldn't help but watch her. Should he follow her?
