This is the third chapter…I am sorry I have delayed it, but personal things got in the way of writing this. It is a short chapter, and with reason. I want to know whether anyone actually likes this story so I can continue to post this story, and if I get reviews, I will promise that the chapters will get longer and better. I just need more motivation…the ideas are all there. But reviews would be most appreciated!
A low growl, and Stefan was on his feet, glaring at the older vampire with sickly, red burning eyes. His veins sprouted from them, and he was a centimeter away from Coal or Cole's face, his fangs ready to sink into.. Sink into the girl's throat, he took a few deep breaths and shrunk back, the knives in his mouth screeching to a halt and he roped his fingers around his own neck, disgusted with himself. Disgusted that he let it get so far flung in a short second, now.. He could sense Kol watching him, gloating at his victory that he was to blame for Stefan's moment of weakness…
Maybe he wanted to humiliate him, or get his kicks from pushing him over the edge, and Stefan was a mere fraction from cracking, what with the heavy stench of blood in the air, the bodies that were freshly cut into, but the longer he stuck around in this slaughter house the less likely he'd do anything but give the Original what he wanted.. Some insane story to go back to his Original family and laugh over, about how he couldn't resist even a drop of blood and lost his head when exposed to a few dead bodies.
No one knew of the after effects, the loss of himself that took days, months to search, to repair and find meaning in any pretense of himself that was left. Because every time that he lost himself he returned to something that was wholly not himself, and he was more lost than when he started.
Stefan dug his thumb into his own jugular, thriving in the pain. His sharp fangs bit through his gum tissue, blood filled his mouth and dripped down his crimson lips, till he was moaning and growling in agony. He swallowed his own blood and coughed on it, then lowered his arms and turned his back to Coal, shuddering as his face returned to its softer countenance.
Not that he was staring at the wall with any less distaste, cold distrust reflected in his stare and his mouth was pressed in a thin line of anger. "Stop.." He whispered this fiercely, breathing with an effort that carved out the hollows of his cheek. "Fucking stop and leave.. Get the hell out before I.." Stefan squeezed his eyes shut, he had to make it to the door, stumbling he tried to weave his way through the horde of bodies but..it was..
He was so, so very hungry.
Kol laughed, what was this guy's problem? He looked mentally disturbed, to say the least. What sort of pussy vampire was he? And to order him to leave?! He was talking to an Original, who did he think he was?! Did he really resist the urge to do what it was in their nature, he didn't even order him to kill her, simply feed...
He watched him stumble, trying to leave... "Pathetic, really. What is it with vampires these days, all I see is weakness." He shook his head sadly, mocking him. "Weakened bloodlines, I suppose... "He eyed him up and down, noticing the little bugger actually hurt himself before touching any human here. How long could he resist? The place was covered with blood and bodies..." Come on, I know you want to, mmm...
Stefan gripped the edge of a table and sucked in air, feeling the weight of his hunger devour him, he clutched his stomach and bent down, trying to tune out the Original's words, what, like how long was he out of the coffin, two days? Bastard.. Stefan lifted his head for one second to glare at him, his fangs shooting out and in that one irreversible moment he was at.. Coal? Coal's throat, his fangs sprang out and his blood was rolling down, in, his mouth, and it was juicy and bursting with flavor, completely something else from tapping the vein of an ordinary mortal, and he let his eyelashes flutter close, wanting more and more..
Kol was at...well, he certainly did NOT expect that. He recovered from his shock some seconds later, and flung Stefan away from him, letting his back smash at the wall. The wound inflicted on him healed almost immediately, letting him growl out loudly. He let go of the girl he was holding onto, that redhead, she was completely mute now, only her eyes were screaming with horror. Kol walked over to Stefan and crouched next to him, a glint of amusement passing his eyes. He wasn't angry, really, but he couldn't have a lesser vampire attack him like that and get away with it lightly.
"You have an acquired taste for Originals, hmm? I heard...you were one of the reasons my baby sister was daggered, and...perhaps you formed a relationship with my bastard brother? Now, that was very, very naughty of you. Whatever shall I do now? How will you make it up to me, hmm? You know showing disrespect for an Original is not to be tolerated, and feeding from me...did you like it? Hmmm...I bet you loved it...but you didn't say please, and even then I wouldn't let you, nuh-uh. Only special boys get to do that, if even then..." He tsked at him again, brushing his thumb over Stefan's mouth, and...
Someone was banging at the door, at the windows, looking in...Kol grumbled, he did NOT like being disturbed. Who dared to interrupt him?! He snapped Stefan's neck just then and decided he would take him home to teach him a lesson in manners, off to the dungeon! But before he did that, he had to see who was most persistent outside...
Thanks to all that read this chapter, and previous! The story is just getting started, so it may be a bit boring! Review please!
