Kol had almost given up hope. He had repeatedly tried to get her alone, but the few times where it had been possible she had just hissed at him, that he should leave her alone. But how could he, when it was more than obvious to him that she did not feel well. She was still very pale and he had noticed that she hardly ate anything. But the fact that she refused to talk to him, refused to let him help her, made him slip further and further into a black hole. A black hole where he drank his sorrows out.
Kol started hanging out with a few of the village's thugs. They stole alcohol from their fathers and then they went far into the woods or into a cave where they drank all day long. Kol did no longer go to work, and he only came home to sleep it off.
One day when they were sitting in a cave drinking they started talking about how many women each of them had been with. Kol was quit amused by the other two. He found their escapades boring and childish. Nothing of what they could tell measure up to what he had done and with whom. Having had sex with his own sister would always beat everything else.
While the other two babbled Kol was drinking in his own thoughts, only with half an ear to what they were talking about. Their conversation had now changed to be about which of the girls in the village they would like to do. Again Kol did not care and did not want to participate. That was until one of them said that he would go for Rebekah now.
Kol got so furious that he stood up and gave him a fist in his face. The second interfered of course and lashed out at Kol, who just managed to avoid the punch. But then they both attacked him.
As always when it came to defending his sister, Kol got unimaginable strength and it was indeed him that could go victorious from the fight. He wiped some blood off his lip as he walked home through the darkening forest. He knew he should hurry home. That he shouldnt be out this late, this particular night. But the large amount of alcohol he had consumed during the day had not only done so he could not feel his injuries from the fight, but it had also made him indifferent.
As he a little later came into the cottage they all looked up at him. Rebekah sighed and turned away from him before she soon after went to bed. Niklaus rolled his eyes, but otherwise gave him no attention. Henrik got up and tried to run to Kol, but was stopped by Niklaus, who said that it was time to go to bed. Their mother looked at him for a moment before she went on to secure the cottage, so the beasts couldnt get into them during the night.
But their father flew up and slammed Kol up against the wall. "Your irresponsible kid. How dare you come home so late tonight. You are lucky that your mother was not yet finished with the spell. Because then you would have had to spend the night outside. Your ungrateful brood." He roared into Kols head. Kol tried to push his father away from him. But that only upset his father even more. If not their mother had poked their father on the shoulder and asked if he would check to the animals before she finished her spell, he had undoubtedly stung Kol one on the side of his head. Mikael let go of Kol and nodded before he left the room. Esther stroked quickly a hand over Kol's cheek before she dropped it and sighed. "Kol, go into your room and stay there. I will come in and look at your bruises when I'm done."
Kol did as she told him and went to his room where he threw himself on the bed. How long it took until Esther came to him he did not know. She had her medicine bag, with all her bandages and various ointments for all sorts of purposes. She asked him to take off his tunic so she could see all his bruises. When she had seen his bruises she sighed and murmured his name, making him look down his body. He was filled with red marks, which surprised him because he could not feel anything.
She felt gently on his ribs and she didn't think there were any broken, but she was pretty sure that a few of them had been pressed, but it was hard to decide when he didn't winced.
She cleaned his wounds, both on the body and face. He had apparently split an eyebrow and his lip. Then she smeared ointment on the wounds and wrapped bandages on, where it was needed , while she spoke with a sad voice.
"I can see that you do not feel your bruises, but you should probably expect to get pain once you become sober." She paused before she continued. "One day your father will discover that it is his bottle you are drinking, and then he will beat you up. And I think even I can not stop him." Kol just shruged. He was completely indifferent to what his father did or did not do. She sighed once more before she continued. "Kol, my dear child. What has happened to you? I've never seen you in this way before. You drink every day, you do not go to work anymore and you come home drunk every night. I would think that you had heartaches out of the ordinary. But it can hardly be that. I've certainly never seen you as much as look after some of the girls in the village." She sighed again as she could see that he did not respond to what she said. She packed her things and stood up. "Kol, you should probably try to get some sleep. Come to me if you start getting pain. Then I have something that may help a little. Good night, my child. "And with that she leaned over him and kissed his forehead before she walked out and closed the door behind her. Kol pulled the blanket over himself and fell asleep.
Kol was awakened by cries and wailing shortly after dawn. It came from the outside, but when Kol tried to get up to see what was going on he found that he could hardly stand the pain. He sighed and leaned back in the bed. He heard Rebekah run to the window before she ran out the door. "It's Niklaus, something is wrong."
Kol lay on his bed and strained to hear what was going on not far from his window. But all he could hear was his big brother's sobbing and wailing and shortly after he also heard his mother sob and wail just like his sister. Kol did not have to leave his bed to figure out that something had gone wrong when Niklaus and Henrik had been out to see the men turn into beasts. And judging from their mother's continued sobbing and wailing, he could also figure out that Henrik had not survived.
Kol felt salty tears running down his cheeks as he pulled his blanket over his head. He was about to throw up by the thought that he too had his baby brother's blood on his hands. Had he just done more to stop Niklaus and if it had not been possible, he should have gone with them. Then he could have helped to protect Henrik. But he had been indifferent to everything. And now Henrik was dead because of him.
Eventually Kol could no longer bear to lay in his bed. He clenched his teeth and climbed out of bed. He was deeply shocked at how much pain he felt. He got dressed, took some of his savings and left his room. Towards the back door he went in and took a few of his father's bottles and then he left the house through the back door, hoping not to meet someone. He went into the woods and kept going until he could no longer hear the crying from the village. When he finally had gotten away from it, he sat down and opened one of the bottles and started drinking it. He poured it down because he really needed something to soothe his pain with. And shortly after he threw the empty bottle away from him, already feeling a lot better. He started to walk again as he opened the second bottle.
When the sun was high on the sky he noticed that he had come to another town. He had been there once before and knew that there was an inn. He went in to the inn and ordered a bottle of whiskey.
As every other inn also this one had some so-called singing girls, who besides singing also passed the time by satisfying the male guests in other ways. Two of these girls quickly spotted Kol. They sat down on either side of him while they began to stroke their hands up and down his thighs. Kol who had not had releasing for several days, not since he last had been with his sister, noticed how their touches got his manhood to be hard and a low moan escaped his lips.
One of the girls whispered seductive into his ear. "Why don't you come with us up to a room, then we'll take fondly care of that little problem." And with those words she grab a hold on his manhood.
Kol who was more than drunk followed the girls to a room. Here they pushed him down on the bed before they began to open his pants and pull them off him. He did not register much of what was going on around him. The only thing he was able to focus on was the pleasure that their hands gave him. They were all over him, kissed him and touched him. He moaned loudly when one of the girls gathered her lips around his manhood and began to suck. "Oh yes, Rebakah. How I have missed this." Both girls stopped immediately what they had been doing. And the one who had sucked his manhood crossed her arms. "My name is Jessica."
Kol opened terrified his eyes as it dawned on him what was happening. He hastened to stand up, took his pants on, and then he left the room. He tottered down to the bar again and ordered something strong to drink.
The bartender looked at him. "You've been given plenty. I wonder if you should go home and sleep it off? "
"I have no place to go. Do you have any rooms. Without girls? "He asked and put pressure on the last as he showed that he had money.
The bartender nodded and took a key, and then he showed Kol up to a room. "You just lock the door, then they wont bother you. But I wonder if you haven't already scared them away." And with that he left Kol, who locked the door after him. He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed where he tried to gather his thoughts on what had happened since he woke up at dawn. But the only thing he kept thinking about was how nice it had been when the girls had touched him and immediately his manhood got hard again. And he knew that he would not get any sleep if he did not do something about it. He grabbed on his manhood and began to stroke it as he imagined the last time he had been with his sister.
When he was finished, he fell into a deep sleep.
/ Thank you so much for all your support, it means the world to me. And I am so glad that you like my story, I would never have guessed that anyone would like it.
