"You will not struggle, nor will your scream." The vampire chortled at the trembling brunette before him. Kol caught a glimpse of his impassive brother over the girl's shoulder and smirked before adding, "For the sake of my darling brother."
Elijah did not flinch once whilst his bloodthirsty brother fed on the innocents to soothe his insatiable thirst after being daggered for almost a century. He found Kol easier to manage when he isn't deprived of blood rather than when he is. Elijah looked away from his brother, although his enhanced hearing caught the tear of her mellow skin as Kol sunk his razor-sharp teeth into her neck. The gurgles were low but he couldn't block it out. He turned to his brother who wore a smirk on his bloody lips and gritted his teeth in annoyance. Kol has been pushing his buttons all night and he promised that this was his last feed before they returned to Mystic Falls. The veins beneath his eyes receded as quickly as they appeared and his eyes returned to his smooth brown orbs.
"It has been almost a century, dear Elijah. Lighten up." The vampire dropped the carcass to his feet and caught his brother's eyes. "So, provide me with a cover-up for my indecent kill 'Lijah."
A thin stream of blood dripped down his chin from the side of his curled lips. He wiped it clear with his thumb and licked it clean as if to ruin his brother's composure. Elijah only glared at his youngest brother. Kol's smirk grew wider at his response. He doubted his brother has had a proper feed since he was awaken and Kol felt obligated to show Elijah the basic nature of vampires. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed quietly at Kol's antics. The vampire hasn't been back a day and is already a pain.
"Get rid of it Kol."
He snatched the body from the bitumen and threw it over his shoulder. The car was idle as he neared it – forgetting that he had ripped the woman from her seat with such force before she began screaming for her pathetic life. The empty highway wasn't able to aid the victim on her deathbed. Kol threw the body back into her seat and pursed his lips at the door which he had pulled off its hinges. It was over dramatic for his taste but Kol decided that if he needed a cover-up story he would make it worthwhile. "She died of a tragic accident. A car crash, was it?"
The vampire set the car skidding along the road and crash into a willow tree with one push. The adrenaline coursed through his veins again, Kol hasn't felt alive for awhile and he cherished every moment. Kol didn't feel the need to suppress his preternatural abilities. He was proud of what he was. He admired his handiwork and brushed his hands together with a grin before he sauntered over to a somber Elijah.
"We must return." Elijah said grimly.
"Let's," Kol nodded and glanced at the dress shirt that adorned his body. "This was my least favorite shirt."
He didn't expect Elijah to laugh but Kol couldn't deny that it was pleasant. The full moon washed its light over their smiling faces, making them look almost mortal. The smile on his face quickly disappears as his eyes slowly hardened at his collection of memories. Kol was uncomfortable standing before his brother's prying eyes but he ignored him and started for the car. Kol couldn't remember the last laugh he shared with Elijah before he was daggered and unceremoniously dumped into a box. He didn't find a moment where a smile of true joy graced his lips. Kol only remembered despair and misery during his time in New Orleans when he was released from his deep slumber and he felt it tonight from the moment he was awakened.
Elijah watched his brother's curious eyes as he turned the keys in the ignition. He smirked at him. Kol was so far behind times and it brought him pure amusement. He glared at Elijah and returned his eyes to the stretch of road before them. "I do not find this amusing."
Elijah chuckled at Kol's temper. "Well, I do."
It was easy to find him wrapped in his own thoughts in one of the many dens in Klaus' giant home. The odd silence was unlike Kol but the family was quick to adjust and learned to love his brooding under a minute. He sat on large sofa with his legs spread apart and a leather book balanced on one knee with a hand resting on it. The other was wrapped around a glass filled with amber liquid. He watched the crackling fire through the ungodly hours of the night after his midnight hunt with empty eyes. The chocolate orbs lack its usual luster and shine and his smiles weren't as charming. Kol exhaled slowly as if he had been holding it in for hours.
"Thank you for keeping the grimoire safe, darling sister." He had caught her shallow breathing by the doorway. After a thousand immortal years together, you become familiar with another's habits.
"Though I must question," the sound of her boots bounced off the walls as she walked across the linoleum. "Why are you obsessed with it?"
Kol placed the grimoire beside him and raised the glass to his lips. "It was once a warlock's – the very same that Nik had killed before he daggered me."
Rebekah paused. She could hardly remember the warlock from her memories but she knew what he meant to Kol. The warlock was Kol's closest companion and Klaus had forcibly taken him out of Kol's life. Rebekah adjusted in her pea coat uncomfortably but was quick to mask it with arrogance. Her feet were planted wide and arms folded to her chest with her chin raised to portray her confidence. She wanted to barricade her emotions within her and nowhere where it is vulnerable.
"You stood by and watched him dagger me."
She swallowed the growing lump in her throat. "Yes."
"Why?" Kol hurled the glass at the fireplace with a menacing growl.
The pieces of glass lay shattered on the floor. It was in a thousand irreparable pieces, and Kol couldn't shake the thought that it described him best. He gritted his teeth and spun on his heels to glare at his sister, only to find Elijah matching his acidic glare alongside their sibling. Rebekah was washed over with guilt as she stared into Kol's dark eyes.
"You weren't yourself, Kol. I ju –" she started.
"Charming habit you've developed under –" Klaus sauntered into the den with his eyes glued to his wristwatch. "Twelve hours, brother."
The hybrid leaned against the door frame; his anger was evident through his body language. Klaus caught the sea of glass by the fireplace and breathed through his mouth noisily. Although he wished for a family, his siblings were making it difficult for him. If it were not for their mother, they would all have fled Mystic Falls in a split second without giving him a second glance. The eldest Mikaelson stepped towards Kol and every pair of eyes in the room snapped to his face. The air was thick with tension.
"What seems to be the matter?" Elijah questioned him.
A deep rumble came from his chest as he growled. Kol started for his hybrid brother. His eyes were dark and livid, and his incisors sharpened into lethal fangs. The vampire had pinned Klaus against a wall with all the strength he could summon but it wasn't going to hold him for long. The bruises and broken bones that they suffered as a result of their wrestling healed under seconds. Kol had thrown Klaus against a display cabinet and snarled furiously at him, but Klaus was faster than his brother and threw him into the wall as if he weighed nothing but a pillow of feathers. Before Kol could retaliate, Elijah materialized behind him and pinned his arms behind his back tightly. Rebekah had interfered and stood between her brothers, her lips moved quickly and softly that Kol couldn't catch the exchange between them. The hybrid pressed his lips into a hard line and his cerulean blue eyes burnt bright with rage but he barge out of the den in a flash.
Rebekah looked over to Kol with her guilt-ridden eyes. Then she, too, disappeared out of the room in a flash. Elijah released his grip on Kol and watched as he threw himself onto the sofa with a nonchalant expression. It was so unlike him and it worried Elijah. He could handle Kol's unpredictable mood swings – even his peculiar obsession with witches in the time he has been alone – but Elijah didn't think he could handle Kol when he is desolate. There are no predictions on how far he gone he is. Elijah moved towards the door when his eyes caught the sight of a leather book beside his brother. He peered over Kol's shoulder to find his hand resting on it casually but his eyes were vacant. Elijah comforted his brother by placing his hand on his shoulder but instead their physical connection allowed him into Kol's mind. It was Elijah's favorite mind trick.
"Isn't it beautiful, Kol?" she stated casually. The stray locks of bronze hair fluttered in the breeze but he found her absolutely stunning unlike the field of wild flowers which they stood in.
"It could never match yours,"
A small smile erupted on her face. Kol could see the blood rushing to her cheeks and he observed as her cheeks colored red. The wild flowers looked petty in comparison to her beauty.
"What are you doing?" The vampire recoiled from his brother.
The brothers locked eyes. Elijah couldn't find the smallest flicker of emotion in his eyes. He was apathetic. "Who are you?"
Papers were strewn across the coffee table, empty noodle boxes littered the floor and books piled high. The room is chaotic. Carter kicked at the rug on the floor and cleared the small couch free of her study notes before plopping down with a big sigh. Lenny followed shortly with a small chuckle. They picked through the papers with a scowl each as if Carter's scribbles threatened them; final exams had them under pressure. Lenny dropped it before her head begins to pound. Her constant revisions for the finals have taken away her freedom and fun, and it has been far too long since she last saw Carter. College has finally found a way to fry both their brains.
"Not judging, or anything," Carter teased. "But is he even real?"
The Originals were legendary. The thought of the existence of the Original family never crossed her mind until Lenny mentioned Kol Mikaelson. Carter shook her head slowly and felt her eyebrows furrow as she desperately tried to understand. Legends said that the family was the first of their kind, and they weren't known to be helpful but conniving and malicious. Every cautionary tale told from generations of witches shared the same label for the Originals and their kind: 'An abomination'. Carter remembered what the witches described Kol Mikaelson as: bloodthirsty, malignant, cunning. How and why will an Original vampire help her? Carter doubted that Kol Mikaelson is real. He's only a monster made to scare the children. No one has ever come across the Originals before and it only made Carter's doubt turn into harsh reality. She glanced over at Lenny; she didn't want to break her friend's heart by doubting her hours-long research.
Her mouth fell slack. "We are supernatural entities and you can't believe that a family of Original vampires isn't capable of roaming the earth? Get real."
"But if the Originals are real, are we assuming the Easter Bunny and Santa are real too?" Carter joked. "Oh! What about the Boogeyman?"
Lenny raised her brow at Carter. Somehow, she knew that Carter would doubt her and she needed to prove that the tales of the mystical creature were true and Lenny didn't doubt it for a second. Carter cringed away from Lenny's icy glare after she teased her again. "And that's why you and I are leaving for a road trip to Virginia, Mystic Falls. The heart and soul of the vampire civilization."
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