Revised 6/26/14
Kol's POV
When Elena walked away to the kitchen I noticed two things.
The first thing I noticed was bruises were forming on her neck. I also noticed the slight limp.
I'd forgotten how weak humans were. Part of me knew I needed to be less aggressive with her, so I wouldn't wound her beyond fixing, but the other part of me could care less what happened to her.
I thought back to when she apologized to me. I do understand why Elena ran and called Damon, I suppose.
She definitely is like my brother said she was, very fiery with a sharp tongue when she needed it. I'd imagine she was afraid at the time, and with good reason.
I had kidnapped her.
I noticed my mind was wandering again, and shook my head as if I could shake my stray thoughts away.
I decided to go check on her in the kitchen, so I got up. I sneaked into the kitchen, hiding behind the refrigerator door, which Elena had just opened.
Staring at the brunette between the crack, I smirked as she scanned the room warily. She must have sensed me when I entered. She grabbed a tomato out of the fridge, and I darted away, hiding out of sight.
I heard a chop-chop-chop, and knew she was at the island, cutting up tomatoes.
I decided to have some fun with her, so I stood right behind her, leaning down a bit so my face was inches from the back of her head.
Elena's POV
I had a feeling Kol was in the room, probably stalking me or doing something cocky or creepy of the sorts. Glancing around the room once more, I could have sworn I heard a quiet whoosh.
Turning back around with a shrug, I began chopping up a ripe tomato for the spaghetti sauce.
"Hello Elllllena." A voice - Kol's voice - whispered in my ear.
I jumped, nicking part of my left index finger in the process.
I cursed under my breath and clutched my index finger in my other hand, spinning around to face Kol.
"You made me cut myself!" I exclaimed.
"Nah, I didn't make you, you did that on your own accord." He said with a huge smirk.
I tried to walk around him to get a paper towel, but he stood in my way.
"Move Kol!" I grumbled as I tried to push my way around him.
He just smirked and looked down at my finger, his veins slowly creeping out under his eyes.
"Kol…please don't…" I said in a small voice, leaning over the island, trying to get away.
"Your blood…" he said cocking his head with his black veins wriggling like snakes.
"Is not for you." I finished for him.
He reached around me and grabbed the knife on the island.
My eyes widened, thinking he was going to stab me, so I turned my head away, squinting my eyes.
"What, are you afraid of MY blood?" he said with a laugh.
"Uh…no…I thought you were going to attack me or something." I mumbled shyly.
He laughed and cut his arm with the knife, holding his blood out for me.
I glanced down at it and started to shake my head 'no' when he stuck his arm to my mouth and spun me around against his chest, keeping me in place with his arms.
I made a disgusted sound, but some of his blood got into my mouth, trickling down my throat.
Wriggling against his chest, I tried to get his arm off of my mouth. I pushed and pulled on his arm and grumbled until he pulled away slowly and looked down at me. I glanced up at him over my shoulder, and found him looking at me.
I stared into his brown eyes for a moment and saw a boy who lost his parents too young, was kind when he wanted to be, and who had a damaged heart from loosing his love, Serena.
Then, not even a second later, the emotion in his eyes were gone and they became cold and hard again.
I nodded slightly in an awkward thanks, and he nodded back. Kol raked a hand through his hair, and I saw a bit of my blood on his arm from when I tried to pry his arm away from me.
"Uh." I said before I could stop myself. "You have-"
He glanced down at his arm and saw my dried blood. He shrugged and wiped it away with his thumb.
I decided to ignore him and what had just happened and wash my hands and mouth.
Meanwhile, Kol moved over to sit at a barstool behind the island.
I washed my hands about four times when Kol suddenly spoke up, "I don't think washing them that much will do anything, love."
I turned around and glanced at him. He was chuckling with an amused grin on his face.
I just went back to the sink and started rinsing my mouth out with water. His blood had a coppery, warm taste to it. It was rather nasty.
"Same with that, love." he said with a laugh.
"Stop calling me love. I'm not anyone's 'love'." I retorted, growing irritated.
"Try telling Damon that."
"Stop bringing Damon into this!" I snapped, whirling around, water flying off my hands.
"Make me."
"Make me? Really? That's childish, Kol."
"Ooh, sassy."
"Would you mind shutting up Super-Ego? I'm trying to make spaghetti like you COMPELLED me to do." I narrowed my eyes and glared at him, and he smirked.
Kol didn't say anything back, so I finished cooking the spaghetti and we ate our dinner in silence.
~Two hours later~
After dinner, I had continued ignoring Kol and his silly antics, and made my way back to my room.
I dragged the love seat close to the balcony so I could stare outside into the night.
"Mmm someone's brooding." a voice said, and I saw Kol standing in the doorway. "A pretty girl like you shouldn't furrow her brow, it causes wrinkles." He teased.
"Go away Kol. I'm not in the mood for you." I snapped.
I heard a whoosh and suddenly Kol was against the railing, peering at me.
I looked down, realizing I'd been pretty rude to him. I didn't want to push his buttons too much, as he was a bit of a basket case.
"But I don't want to go away. It's my house and I'm booored." He whined, not even noticing my tone.
I raised my eyebrows and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
He smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Booze makes everything better!" he proclaimed with a slur. "Try sssome?"
He held out an almost empty bottle of Jack to me, smirking widely.
"Uhm…no thanks." I said, getting up off the loveseat. I tried to head back inside.
Kol blocked my way for almost the third time that day.
"I thought the Petrova girls were supposed to have fire and be fun!" he said.
"My name is not Katherine." I grumbled, trying to walk around him.
"Thank God!" he practically proclaimed. "That girl is a bitchh."
"I'm tired and going to bed. You should too."
"You're not the boss of me, love." Kol replied, suddenly sounding very sober. "Remember who kidnapped who."
My eyes widened. Was he actually sober?
He finally let me by, and I went towards the closet. After searching through the drawers for pajamas, I found a tank top and some shorts and made my way to the bathroom to change.
When I came back into the room, Kol was gone.
