Chapter 4
Bad Santa
"Kol?" Elijah asked sharply, he and Rebekah were looking at him expectantly.
Think, think…
"Something happened," Kol said, managing to sound properly upset. "Someone took her."
"What?" his siblings shouted simultaneously.
Took her? Why the hell had he said that? Well, it was too late to retreat now, unless he wanted his siblings to kick his ass. Fortunately he could think fast and had already formulated a plan.
"I took her with me to see the Santa Claus and I was distracted by…that history teacher."
Elijah's eyebrows furrowed.
"Alaric Saltzman?"
"Yes, that's the one. I can't be absolutely sure, but I think it was Damon Salvatore who took her…"
Elijah zoomed out before Kol managed to finish his sentence.
"Wait!" Rebekah shouted and followed him.
That had been close, now he just needed to find the kid before his siblings would find out the truth. Kol bit his lip, he needed some help to look for her. Quickly he went to Nik's door and yanked it open, his brother was just painting something.
"Nik, I need your help," he said.
"Sure," Nik snorted. "I'll get back to you on that…let's say next year."
"I lost Elijah's kid and I told him that Damon Salvatore kidnapped her."
Nik's hand stopped working and he looked up before bursting into laughter.
"Oh, I would say that you're in trouble, little brother," he chuckled.
"No kidding?" Kol snorted. "Help me find her before Elijah comes back."
"Nope," Nik replied cheerfully. "I'm busy."
"Come on! Help me out, you owe me that much after…"
"…running a dagger through your heart, sorry but that doesn't work anymore."
"What?" Kol snapped. "It was a terrible and traumatic experience…"
"Yes, I know, you said that last week when you wanted my dessert. Sorry, little brother, but no luck."
Damn it. Perhaps he shouldn't have milked the whole dagger thing so much.
"Come on, Nik, help your little brother."
"No, I'm not leaving this room before the whole Christmas thing is over."
Kol rolled his eyes.
"So you hate Christmas, who wouldn't? That's no reason act like some loony hermit."
Nik frowned.
"I don't hate Christmas, merely some parts of it."
"Such as?"
"That's none of your business," Nik snapped. "Don't you have a lost child to find to?"
Kol crossed his arms.
"Alright, you leave me no choice. Vienna."
Nik's eyes narrowed.
"You wouldn't… We agreed that what happens in Vienna stays in Vienna."
Kol grinned.
"Sure, if you help me to find the kid, otherwise I might accidently mention…let's say everyone, about your…"
"Hey, you did some quite embarrassing things too…"
"Yeah, but everyone knows that I'm a pervert, no big deal. Are you in or not?"
Nik clenched his fists.
"Fine you lousy blackmailer but don't think for a second that I wouldn't make you to regret this…"
"Yeah, yeah, terrible suffering, a dagger, I've heard it. Let's go."
Nik was pouting when they walked out, Kol looked around the yard.
"Alright…If I would be a miniature human where would I go…"
"Are you sure that she's not inside?" Nik snorted.
"Not according to Elijah and Rebekah. But she can't be far, those things can't move very fast. You know, because they're small…"
"Yes, I get it," Nik snapped. "We should split up and search the surroundings of the mansion…"
He didn't finish his sentence when a group of people approached them. It didn't seem to be an angry mob, instead of torches and pitchforks they were carrying some papers. Oh great, more miniature humans and some guy dressed as a Santa Claus.
"Ho, ho, ho!" he cheered. "Hello there, friends! May these lovely children sing for you? We are collecting money for their fieldtrip."
"Not right now, we're a little busy," Kol huffed. "Come on, Nik. Nik?"
His brother was staring at the Santa Claus; there was a very strange look on his face. Unfortunately the Santa misunderstood that look and approached him.
"How about you, friend? Ho, ho…"
"Die you bastard die!" Nik shouted and started to punch the poor guy. The miniature humans were crying and screaming.
"He's killing Santa," one of them sobbed.
"No one is killing Santa," Kol huffed. "Nik, stop that for heaven's sake!"
His brother was laughing like a maniac.
"Ho, ho, ho, you son of a bitch!"
Kol rolled his eyes and tackled his brother; the Santa was knocked out, but apparently still alive.
"Have you lost your mind?" Kol shouted, trying to keep his brother on the ground. All the miniature humans attacked Nik as well, they were shouting furiously. Kol managed to get out of the way just in time, the little monsters were out of control.
"Hey!" Nik snapped. "Get off me you little…"
"Bad man!" one of them shouted and bit his leg.
"Son of a… Kol, a little help here?"
"Sure," Kol replied grinning. "Punch him on the face, kids!"
"I meant help me, not them!" Nik shouted, covering his face from the little fists. "I'm going to lose my temper soon!"
Kol sighed and walked next to the unconscious Santa Claus.
"Hey buddy, wake up," he demanded and shook him. That didn't seem to help so he slapped the guy few times. Thankfully he opened his eyes, although he seemed much disoriented.
"I don't want to go to school, mommy," he muttered. "Can you make me a sandwich?"
"Sure, why not," Kol snorted and yanked the guy on his feet. "Look kids, the Santa's alright."
"Yay!" the miniature humans cheered and ran to the confused looking man.
"Who are they, mommy?"
Kol rolled his eyes and allowed the little monsters to surround the guy. They started to lead him towards the road.
"You'll be fine, just walk it off!" he shouted after them. Nik got to his feet and glared at him.
"So…You don't like Santa Claus huh?" Kol asked innocently.
"One more word and you can forget my help," Nik warned.
"Duly noted. Let's go and find that kid."
