A/N: How exactly are Kol and Elijah different?:)
The night sky was a dark blanket over Mystic Falls and the absence of lamp lights made highway trips a pitch black nightmare for most. Even the traffic police silently prayed not to get the night patrol shift because everyone knew that by now, the strangest of things happened in Mystic Falls.
Robert Phils was a dutiful traffic police that loved his job very much. When he heard that he was going be on duty for night patrol, however, he cursed himself for being unlucky but other than that, did not object to it. He had been on countless night patrols and nothing had happened to him but the other night, one of the fellow policemen had been found quite dead during a random night patrol. Nothing but a deep gash on his neck was found by the doctors to account for his death.
Family members and friends had teared at the funeral, acknowledging that it had been an unfortunate event where the policeman was clobbered to death by a very strong animal or beast. But Robert thought not. Robert knew it had not been an "animal". All the policemen silently knew that.
Robert's train of thoughts broke when he saw a gleaming black car driving at what looked like breakneck speed. Immediately, he started his car engine, following pursuit of the driver. The nerve he had to drive like that at the dead of night!
"Dale, black car, I don't know what brand," he was speaking very fast to another fellow traffic policeman who had parked himself a few miles away from Robert. "It's driving way too fast, just look out for it, okay. I'll be there soon!"
In the black car, Kol knew that the traffic police were after him and he drove even faster than the breakneck speed his car was travelling at. It was not that he was feeling a single bit of panic or fear of being caught. This was all just a game to Kol Mikaelson. If he was caught by the police, it was a temporary gameover for him, and he hated losing. If he was caught by his mother, it would be a permanent gameover for him, for going against her rules and driving Elijah's car.
Unexpectedly, a police car loomed from out of nowhere and stopped right in front of his car. It seemed to have been waiting for his arrival all along. The game had, if anything just got interesting. He rolled down his car window as the policeman got out of his car and walked over to his black car.
"Hey, in case you haven't notice, it's three O'clock in the morning, kid," the policeman said irritably as he surveyed both the car and the driver. "And nobody drives like that in America, so if you'd just show me your driving licence now…"
Mystic Falls certainly had quite a reputation for awfully rude and bigot policemen.
Kol was smiling almost eerily. "My driving license? I hope it hasn't expired…"
All of a sudden, Kol, with his excellent hearing ability, could hear Elijah and Finn's voices as though they were not too far away. He was good at estimating and could guess they were only a mile or two from here. The policeman scrutinised the card that Kol had given him for a long while before realizing he had been fooled.
"What! This is no driving license! Don't play games with me –" he roared, but broke off when he saw that Kol was no longer in the car.
He spun around and saw the dark-haired boy now standing right before him when not a moment ago, he had been sitting right inside his car. Kol went on smiling at him. The policeman stared at him as though seeing him in a different light now. There was something strange about everything, about this boy, yet he could not quite put his finger on it.
"Oh, right, that's not my driving license…," his smiled broadened and for a second, the policeman imagined it to be a lunatic's smile, a dangerous smile.
The policeman held out the card but as Kol reached for the card, he closed his fingers around the policeman's fingers and tightened his grip, his smile widening to reveal the face of a psychopathic killer. He could feel one by one, the tiny bones in the policeman's finger crack and shatter. The policeman's face was now scarlet red with pain, as though all the blood had rushed to his face, as he groaned and tried to pull his hand away.
But Kol would not let his hand break free. Instead he continued looking at him in the eye gleefully, snapping his wrist and forearm. The pain was too unbearable that the policeman fell to the ground, gritting his teeth.
"What are you doing, Kol?"
Elijah's voice interrupted. Kol released the policeman's hand but not to face Elijah. Instead he, smiling down at the man, knelt down to be level with the man and pulled the man's arms back so that there was a sickening crunch from the man's shoulders and a loud crack from his back. And his eyes stopped moving.
Kol turned to face Elijah, grinning and looking utterly contented with himself. Elijah did not look too pleased.
"You didn't have to kill him," Elijah said sharply.
Kol did not argue with his brother but he also did not like listening to his brother chide him because Elijah had always been morally superior. It really was pointless to talk back because Elijah would only try to make him feel bad or guilty when both knew that Kol was not capable of feeling that at all.
"That's my car you're driving too," Elijah added, walking over to his car to inspect it, making sure that there were no scratches or damage done to his black car.
"Well, you weren't home and I was bored," Kol remarked cleverly.
Suddenly, as though he had just remembered something important, Elijah's head jerked to face him.
"Oh, I wanted to tell you, Finn was with me, and he heard what was going on," Elijah said in a grave tone.
Kol's face grew serious because he and Elijah knew what Finn was very good at doing.
"So he went back home to tell Mo –"
Kol vanished before Elijah had even completed his sentence. Elijah sighed, staring at his car. Oh, great. How nice of his younger brother to use his car and conveniently use his superspeed to get home, leaving his car in the middle of a dark highway. Elijah climbed into his car, stared at the dead body of the policeman his brother had murdered, and drove off, telling himself it was going to be a long night.