And We Are Fragile In Trust
Sucking on the girl's neck, the metallic taste of her blood melted in Kol's mouth as his tongue danced across her skin. She was making irritant sounds, some sort of animalistic grunting and squealing. Pulling away from her, wiping his mouth, and rolling his eyes, Kol grabbed her head and said, "Quiet down will you darling, I'm busy… Better yet, go to sleep." He watched as her pupils did that dilating thing, and she dropped in his arms. He had to admit, although being a witch had its perks, he had always loved doing that. Getting back to drinking her, he ripped off her decorative headpiece and shoved it in the bin next to them, resuming.
And Kol had almost finished draining her, when he was thrown away from the girl, his body slamming up against the adjacent wall with a thud, dislocating his shoulder.
"KOL!" A voice yelled at him as he moaned in pain. But it became evident his assailant had no care for his pain, when they lifted him up and pressed him against the wall with their arm. Then, he knew who his assaulter was, and opened his eyes.
"Marcellus…" Kol tried to go for a cheery tone but his voice just ended up scratchy, his bones grinding up against each other while his shoulder healed did not help. "What brings you here today?"
Marcel just rolled his eyes and glared at the older vampire. "You know exactly why I'm here today Kol." His tone and face were condescending and he gestured towards the girl on the floor. Kol resisted the urge to groan and punch his face, instead, plastering an innocent look on his face.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
He dragged Kol by the collar and threw him to the floor, so he was facing the barely breathing girl, who was sprawled across the floor. Kol looked up at Marcel and feigned understanding.
"Ohhhhh, Rachel is why you're here today?" He stood up with some struggle and finally became level with his attacker. "Because you can have her," Kol leaned in and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth, by Marcel's ear, "because she's a bit too vocal for my liking." He said in a stage whisper.
Marcel's nostrils flared. God, he was so easy to rile up. "You need to stop doing this Kol. You know I don't allow anyone to just go around feeding on humans till they die." He stepped closer. "And you are no exception."
"Oh Marcellus, why are you so serious all the time? You've got to relax, loosen up, once in a while." Kol exclaimed. "We're in New Orleans, for goodness sake, have some fun!" From the alleyway he looked out to the road. God, he had missed New Orleans. They truly were party animals. Their vibrant parades in the street, decadent looking costumes of glitter and sequins, structured silks and velvets formed into unique attires to celebrate what ever thing they had to party about. The alcohol ran free through the hands of people, splashing about, dizzying amounts to put someone to sleep for days. Kol couldn't believe it when Niklaus had suggested he take some time to himself and leave, 'Miami has good parties as well'. He had pretended to take his brother's suggestion into consideration, but that wasn't happening. Only in New Orleans did they party through the day and night.
What a big contrast it was to being dead.
But Kol didn't really like thinking about that.
He started sauntering away towards the river of bodies, however Marcel grabbing the scuff of his shirt, and hauling him back, stopped him from advancing farther. "Klaus and I will have no option but to dagger you if you carry on this way."
This made Kol angry. So seized Marcel's wrist in his hand, elbow in his other, and gave a quick bending jerk; breaking his forearm in half, only his flesh and skin holding it together as it hung limp at three angles, causing him to scream out in pain, however his wails were droned out by the parade sounds. Kol backed him up against the wall, and placed his arm against his throat, locking him in place. Normally he didn't hurt Marcel, but in that moment, he was just being so insufferable, Kol needed to prove him.
"Darling, you do realize I have got eight hundred years on you, right?" Kol asked the rhetorical question, oblivious to Marcel's pain. "I am far stronger, and I'm so sick of the dagger threats."
But he stood his ground. "Klaus and I will do whatever it takes to stop you. You're getting out of control, and if that means daggering you, we will do it."
Kol rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I've only critically injured slash killed literally four humans over the past three months. If that's what you think me going out of control is, then you obviously don't remember 1821." He paused, thinking. "And also, again with dagger warnings, you're definitely Niklaus' son, or whatever your weird relationship is. Don't you have any other tricks?"
"You don't have any empathy for mortal lives, you broke Davina's heart after she brought you back, God only knows where she ran off to after abandoning her regency, and you've killed four, now maybe five innocent humans." Marcel straightened up, and continued sprouting out what was only white noise to Kol. "I won't allow this within my control, you spiralling out, and I know that Klaus won't either when he comes back and I tell him."
This got Kol's attention. "Nik's not here?" He said sharply.
Marcel hesitated, looking unsure of what to say. However, Kol simply kicked his knee up at Marcel's limp hanging, yet healing arm, breaking the recovery process. "Okay, okay, well," he looked side to side, "Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah both left to do some research, you know about that girl who is staying in the compound, something about getting rid of huntsmen."
Kol was confused. "What girl?"
Marcel eyed him but Kol raised his eyebrows, an idle but meaningful threat underhand. "You know, white hair, these… gold-yellow eyes. She's quiet, keeps to herself, and spends a lot of time in her room and the library. She hasn't really introduced herself to me." The younger vampire squinted his eyes in thought. "Stephanie, Sephone… All I know is that she has to stay indoors and not go out the compound, they won't tell me any more yet."
And Kol backed away, the world around him dulling as he realized whom Marcellus was speaking of, releasing him from his hold. "Leave." Kol commanded, his voice flat but the lump in his throat was clear in the word. From the corner of his eye Kol could see Marcel peering at him, the sudden change of demeanor obviously scaring him. Kol turned his head slowly. "Get out of here before you regret it." His voice was a whisper, but Marcel knew, flashing away before his eyes.
When he was alone, he fell back against the wall, his mind flooded with her, memories and all.
Western Spain - 1700
"It says here that gorgons have the ability to…" He trailed off, using all of his knowledge of the Grecian alphabet to decipher the symbols before him. "Um, fornicate?"
Kol looked up at her, confusion evident on his face; he was never good at Greek. She reached her hand out. "Here, give it to me."
With a small grin, he hefted the heavy tome over to he and leaned back in his seat, watching her mutter foreign words under her breath as her eyes ran over each line of text. She lifted her hand to her mouth and traced her fingers over her lips. Her shoulders were slumped and her back bent over the book. Her hair messy after the many times she ran her fingers through it, in frustration with what she was reading, as well as me. Her eyes studied the words intently, and Kol her.
"Kol?"
"Yes darling?"
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Kol shook my head, and realized he had been caught staring at her. She had a bemused smile on her face. "Nothing." He coughed. "So what did you find there?"
"Oh it was just a recount of someone being turned to stone, quite morbid yet an accurate account, considering my experience." She released a forced laugh and flipped through more pages of the book.
"What is it like?" Kol paused as she looked up at me, a perplexed expression on her face. "To do that, turn someone to stone."
She hushed.
"I mean, I saw it happen to Valentina, I know what it felt like for her, but not for you." He continued on, watching her.
Looking away into the distance, she was quiet; Kol could tell she was thinking through the question, and didn't dare speak up. "Euphoric."
"Then why don't you do it anymore? For pleasure? It made you strong and felt good, I don't understand why anyone would stop." A bitter smile appeared on her face.
"I said the effects were euphoric, but not the before." She looked to Kol and grabbed his foot, taking him off guard, lifting it to her her lap. "You saw that girl, Valentina, you heard her, you know what it's like to an extent. Having to watch the person go through it. Watching as this, stone, travelled up their body, from the bottom of their foot to the top of their heads." She crawled her fingers up his boot. "It was disturbing. Their screams, they were probably the worst thing, not watching them die, but hearing it. I mean, most people scream when they are in pain, right?"
Kol nodded to her rhetorical question, not wanting to interrupt.
"But them, they were screaming because their soul was being ripped away from their body, they were losing bits of themselves with every waking second. The pain, I know it must've been immense, but I think their screaming was because their spirit was being peeled from them." She swallowed, and chuckled. "In my heyday I used to just block it all out, I just wanted the rush, not the emotional guilt, I used to tell myself it wasn't really my fault, I couldn't help it."
"Well its true, you couldn't help it, it's not your fault what happened to you." He reasoned, and she looked at Kol, a grin on her face.
"Is that what you tell yourself every time you kill someone?"
The question surprised Kol, no one had ever tried to questioned his monstrous activities before, they just felt normal to him, instinctive. He fumbled for words. "Well…" But she just laughed.
"Its okay, I don't judge you, I don't judge any super naturals. Everything we do is in our nature." She paused for a second. "We are predators, we are made to kill. Why do you think we thrive on things that are necessary for human survival? Vampires and blood, werewolves and flesh, gorgons and souls. It's the natural circle of life. We don't have to follow it, but that makes our quality of life poor, and it's everyone for themselves on Earth."
She looked at Kol; the tips of her lips extending upwards just slightly, so if you looked hard enough you could see a smile on her face. "Yes darling, you took the words right out of my mouth, whatever would you do without me?"
Laughing, she kicked his foot off of her, it landing on the floor with a painful thump, and threw a soft pink cushion in Kol's direction, him easily catching it it in one hand, giving her a victorious smirk. "But then why did you do that? Shield your eyes?" She raised her eyebrows at me, in a questionable manner. "You yourself said that the way we are and the things we do are only natural, so why have you hidden what defines you?"
She pressed her lips into a line and Kol could see her eyes get glassy; he had unknowingly struck a nerve. And so he waited for her to get up and run off, waited for her to block herself off like she did anytime he accidentally asked a personal question, but she didn't. Instead, she stayed put and looked straight into his eyes, swallowing thickly. "I had a friend who taught me that we don't always have to follow our nature, no matter how much our soul wills us to, predators don't always have to be predators."
"I thought you didn't have any friends." Kol spoke before he thought, and braced himself for her to tell him to 'fuck off', but once again she surprised him.
And she burst out laughing. "You're… Such a… Little… Shit…" She managed between giggles.
Kol raised his eyebrow at her. "If that's how you talk to everyone its no wonder you have no friends." His voice was indifferent yet sarcastic.
Once she finished laughing she tipped her head up and smiled at the ceiling. "Yeah, well I've lived this long without many friends, I think I'll be fine."
"Well at least you have me." Kol swung his feet up and onto her lap, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.
"The little shit." They both said in unison.
Persephone was back. But why, it made no sense.
Elijah told Kol she tried to un-dagger him but agreed to wait until they made it to America, so they were safe from Mikael's and his own wrath, however she disappeared soon after due to 'personal reasons'.
Rebekah flat out refused to talk about it. She acted as if she had never even existed, even though Kol knew they had spent months together on a ship sailing across the Atlantic.
Nik told him she ran the minute we hit land in the New World, and probably never loved him, or cared for him. He said that Kol didn't need her when he could have whoever, and whatever he wanted.
But he had no idea.
Kol found that he couldn't trust anything they were saying, because none of their accounts matched up with the person he knew Persephone was.
She may have been difficult, she had issues, she didn't like to open up and trust people, but after those times they had had too much to drink or he had to hold her when she couldn't sleep, and she told him of people she loved and lost or of people she trusted who betrayed her, learning why she was hard to get trust from, he realized that once you had it, she was the most loyal person ever.
Yet, he must've been wrong about her.
He had seen it, the glimpses of her dark side, and the manipulative blips in her character, the emotionless way she would speak about matters such as death. She was so alike Kol, but the difference was… he trusted her. And she lied about everything.
It made him angry.
She had played Kol for the fool he acted as, an infatuated fool. It made him feel nauseous even thinking about how he was around her. Her deceitful ways clouded him ever clear ability to judge what was in front of him, and instead of seeing the evil psychopath that she was, that she had become during her life, he saw some broken thing that he wanted to cradle and look after and- and trust.
How stupid he had been.
She had discarded him to a dreamless sleep in a dark coffin, whilst she could go out and live her life and probably trick some other man into feeling for her and keeping her safe. After Kol woke from my much too long sleep, he was determined to never let the likes of a beautiful woman get in the way of him life. Never again would he allow myself to be humiliated.
And now, now she dared to show her face here, after she abandoned him? And Elijah and Niklaus and Rebekah allowed it? She must've been the person Rebekah was hiding in the dining room a few weeks ago. She lied straight to his face, and when that didn't work, she snapped his neck, because apparently protecting Persephone from him was more important than the fact that she left him. From the fact that she had almost taken everything from him.
It just showed how they had no regard for him, Kol the forgotten brother. They didn't care about him, they were the three musketeers, and they did whatever the fuck they wanted. They didn't even bother to tell him she was here.
Kol stood, God, he was acting pathetic, having a little pity party on the ground. There was a bloody parade going on out on the streets and he was sitting amongst filth getting angry about some betrayer, thinking of what he thought they had. She didn't even matter anymore. She was nothing.
As he was about to make his way to the streets, Ruby or whatever her name was started to moan in pain. She did look ghastly, her neck covered in her own blood, and her skin deathly pale. Rolling his eyes, Kol, like the Good Samaritan he was, bit his wrist and fed her some of his blood. He compelled her to think she just passed out due to drunkenness, because in the condition he found her in to begin with, it would've happened sooner or later.
Finally, after the immense weight of her possible death happening was lifted from his shoulders, Kol made his way out into the crowds, crossed the road and entered the tavern that Nik's pretty blonde 'friend' Camille worked at. It was surprisingly empty, but that wasn't a problem, more alcohol for him.
He walked up to the bar and positioned himself on a stool; the girl had her back to him and hadn't noticed his presence. "Pardon me, could I please have a martini, extra dry." Kol put on his most polite voice.
"We're closed sorry." she said flatly, and then turned around to put a glass away and saw him. "Oh, its you."
"Yes."
"We're shut."
Well she was rude. "But where else am I supposed to get my extra dry martini?"
She gave an over exaggerated sigh. "Fine, but only one, then you have to get out, I have somewhere to be."
Camille got to work; whilst Kol was waiting he brought out his phone, deciding to give little Rebekah a call.
It rung twice, and she picked up. "Yes Kol." Her voice was tired and he could hear Niklaus and Elijah bickering in the background.
"Hello to you too darling sister, why, my day is going just fine, I'm just sitting here with my close friend Camille, discussing all the torturous things I should do to you and Nik and Elijah once you get back from your road trip, thanks for inviting me by the way." His voice was over zealous and sarcastic, and he could tell Camille was listening in on the conversation but in that moment Kol didn't care.
"Kol what are you going on about?" Rebekah's voice was dismissive. "Yes, Nik, Elijah, and I went on what you call a 'road trip', and what I call my own personal hell, but we had some things to sort out and didn't think you'd want to come. I thought you weren't even in New Orleans, Nik said you went away." The way she so simply lied to Kol on the phone, made him angry.
He breathed. "Now Bekah, I'm giving you one last chance to be honest with me."
"Kol, all you do is worry that we're all planning to dagger you in the back, you need to calm down and stop being so paranoid." Her voice gave away no hint of what he knew she was hiding.
"Then why did Marcellus tell me of some white haired, yellow eyed girl who was staying in the compound, and commanded to stay within those limits?"
The other end was silent, Nik's and Elijah's bickering had stopped, and Rebekah wasn't replying. He heard the faint sound of whispering exchanges.
"Rebekah…" Kol's voice as well, was now a dangerous whisper. "Tell me why we are boarding Persephone in the compound?"
"Kol," Elijah's steady voice was now on the line, "please understand why we couldn't tell you of Persephone's presence. You know we had no choice but to help her, she is now the only one left, she is weak, and we must end the hunters plans for her death, for the sake of her life, for the sake of our own lives, and the millions of other vampires, witches, werewolves and etcetera, before we all die out as a result."
He could practically feel them all waiting for him to answer, and he let the silence pierce their ears before he spoke. "…You, my so called brothers and sister, you all mean nothing to me. No more will I allow you to push me on the outs of your trio, no more will I allow you to ask for my help when you finally decide to include me, and no more, will I care about any of you."
They were hushed.
"You are betrayers."
Kol hung up; anger boiling within. Camille pushed the glass towards him, and he downed it in one gulp, it burning down him throat, lifted his hand, and threw it against the bar wall, it smashing into hundreds of pieces, and making her gasp.
He was furious. He stood; grabbing the chair he was sitting on and snapped it in two, hurling it out a window, tables, split from his kicks, and the bar bench top tiles cracked from his fists. Kol's fury burst out of him like an erupting volcano, as he snapped wood, smashed glass, and screamed profanities in his rage. It was as though everything he had ever felt was spilling out from within him, and all he could do to get it out was destroy, that was what he always did.
But before he could do full frontal damage and set the place on fire, Kol felt multiple pricks on his neck and torso. Syringes, full of vervain. As his the world slipped away from him, he turned to see Camille, a blurry, but fearful expression on her face, holding some gun.
"No… Hard feelings…" Kol managed to mutter to the scared looking woman before he passed out.
Western Spain - 1701
She was doing it again. The screaming.
Kol put his drink down, and rushed up to her room, opening the door to find her, red palms, the tops of the sheets stained scarlet, and sweaty all over. Her eyes shot open when she felt him take her hands in his. She had four small half-moons cut into them that were oozing blood. He ran the pad of his thumb over the cuts and shook his head as she let out a little hiss of pain.
"Why do you keep on doing this to yourself, love?"
She looked up at Kol, with gleaming eyes and messy hair, shivering from the cold yet covered in perspiration from the fear of her dreams. "It's meant to remind me to wake up."
She lightly tugged her hands away from him, but Kol held onto them for longer. She was so cold, colder than him, and He was undead. Her skin was like ice. Blood smeared her palms, and he could see small scars from other times she dug her nails too deep. "What makes you do that?" He asked quietly. "The screaming, this?" Kol squeezed her hands.
Her eyes became entranced by the flickering flames from the fireplace at the end of the room, or she was just avoiding eye contact with him. "You know why."
"But you never tell me what it is that is so bad in your dreams-"
"-Nightmares." She interrupted. "They are not dreams, they are nightmares."
"What are your nightmares about? You must tell me or there is no way I can help. It's not healthy for anyone for you to keep on doing this. It's not healthy for you, we can't afford for you to be weak." Kol placed his hand on her cheek, forcing her look him in the eye. "You can trust me, just, tell me."
She hesitated, but gave in. "I see terrible, terrible things." She paused swallowing as if she was working up the courage to tell him. "My mama dying at the hands of the hunters, whilst I am so close to her, yet out of reach. Me, killing a friend, watching as stone burnt up her body, and loving every second of it. Me, running as two witches I trust and the hunters murder my friend, sprinting away from his screams of… pure agony." She was crying, but she didn't know it, thick tears spilling out of her eyes, her bottom lip wavering, her nails digging into Kol's hands, all unbeknownst to her. "And the worst part is, they aren't nightmares I'm seeing, they are memories I'm remembering."
And he was quiet, wiping away a tear from her face, his heart quietly breaking as this girl; this girl that he took in and said he would fix. This girl who he spent every day with reading and talking to and laughing with, the girl who was always so strong and guarded and could kill him with one glance and the uttering of three words, the girl who had so much power in just her look, was so broken inside.
And there was nothing Kol could do, he could not put the pieces together, the little shards were too sharp and would cut him as well if he weren't careful. So instead, he held her, and brought her crumpled form into his arms; Kol rubbed circles on her back, and hummed to soothe her. They had never been so close, never touched the way they were then, and yet it felt like the most natural thing to do. Her head rested in the crook of his neck, and his chin upon her head. "You don't have to be here." She whispered.
"I want to."
When she started to pull away, wanting to fall back into herself, Kol just held onto her tighter.
"I had a family, four brothers; Finn, Elijah, Niklaus, and Henrik, and two sisters, Freya, and Rebekah. Freya was taken away from my family before I was born. And after my brother Henrik was mauled to death by a werewolf, my father, who was already ruined after losing his first daughter, convinced my mother to create an immortality spell, so he could never loose another child. Thus creating vampires. They regretted it immediately after they realized what they made; monsters." Kol paused when he felt her take his hand in hers, her fingers laced through his, nearly stilling his heart. He swallowed thickly, the weight of his words were heavy, as Kol had never told anyone of this. Never shared it to anyone. "Now; my mother is dead, my brother Finn has been neutralized by a white oak ash dagger for the past 600 years because of Niklaus, who along with my other siblings Elijah, and Rebekah don't even care about me, and my father, who is a vampire blood sucking vampire, is trying to kill us all."
She was quiet, so, so quiet. It was almost as though she was dead herself, even more so still. "We're monsters." She whispered, looking up at Kol, and him down at her. "We both live loveless lives."
In that moment, it was as if all their pain, grief, and loneliness had been lifted from their hearts, as if they had never done any wrong in the world, as if they were young and innocent again. Kol had never felt anything like it before, not since he was alive, truly alive.
And they kissed.
It was soft, unlike anything he had ever done with anyone before. It wasn't a sloppy sucking kiss, it wasn't a bloody smash of lips together, it was like they both had so much more to say. Her lips were like velvet as they brushed up against his, and Kol could practically feel all of her the words, and feelings rushing out. She rested her forehead against his, and with her golden eyes she gazed at and into him. Kol could feel the weight of the world in his heart. The feeling was alien, and strange, he was free, yet trapped at the same time, but it felt better than anything.
"But we don't have to."
He took her head in his hands and they kissed again, this time deeper, and for longer. He broke her lips apart with his tongue and she allowed him to enter, and feel, inside.
The way they were kissing, it wasn't like anything Kol had done before. It wasn't lustful and messy, or needy and full of hunger, like it was with most women he had been with.
It was the kind of kiss that breaks your heart, the kind of kiss the means so much more than words, the kind of kiss that makes ever stopping feel unbearable. And he had never felt anything like it, holding this beautiful creature in his arms, her hands linked behind his neck, and her body pressed to his as if she needed every single bit of contact she could get.
Kol traced delicate kisses down her neck, her collarbone, his tongue drawing circles upon her cool skin. He started being firmer, kissing more aggressively, and biting softly. He knew he would leave marks, but didn't care. The taste of her salty sweat mixed well with the sweet, honey flavor of her skin, and he never wanted to stop tasting her. Her fingers running through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, as well as slowly undoing the buttons of his clothing. Her fingers were clumsy, her hands shaking, like she was scared but excited but nervous. As she pulled his shirt off, he lifted her nightgown as well, leaving her naked, but revealing more of her.
Turning her over so she was lying down on the bed, he took one of her hands into his own. Kol paused as he hovered above her. For a moment, just a moment, they stared into each others eyes, and it was like staring into the heart of the universe, seeing all the pain and suffering, all the blemishes and mistakes and broken pieces. But he also saw the beauty, the wisps of gold within the dirt, the flicker of light in darkness.
And that was when Kol knew this girl would be the undoing of him.
They kissed again, their tongues smashed against each other, and she bit down on his lip. He tasted his blood, and pulling away, Kol saw she had some smeared below her mouth.
But Persephone just smiled at it.
He felt her soft, icy hands grip at his shoulder blade, her nails lightly scratching the flesh, and he lowered his head down to her breast, and took it in his mouth, his tongue swirling patterns around her nipple. Kol took the other in his free hand, and started to massage it with his fingers, eliciting more of a reaction from her. She sucked in short and sharp breaths. Kol knew she only breathed when she felt overwhelming emotion, and he laughed against her skin, as she called out his name in a hoarse voice. But he couldn't stop touching her.
She used her hand to cup his chin, pulling him back up to her, she moved her lips down and around his jaw, spraying light kisses, and to his neck, sucking harder and longer, biting down on his skin and pulling back, as if she need Kol more and more each time. It was her turn to mark him. And she would, even if it only lasted a moment.
Her hand wandered to the bulge in his trousers, and Kol let out a moan as her hand went in. Ever so slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his length, and started moving her fist up and down. He pushed his hips down on her, getting harder and harder with each waking second, she started increasing in speed and pressure. Even though she was going at it firmer and faster, wanting to get more from him, her hand was still tantalizing, and soft, sending shivers through him as his breathing labored.
As she did this, Kol's hand slid down the curve of her body, and she touched her sex; she jerked slightly at the feel of his foreign fingers exploring her, but soon relaxed, sighing at the sensation. She was wet, and he pinched her clit gently between his fingers, making her shiver. Pushing one finger inside, he slowly began feeling about as his other fingers explored her on the outside. She gyrated her hips against him, wanting more, whilst she came closer, and closer to finishing him. Kol couldn't take it anymore. And he could tell she had the same thought.
They both rushed in our need, and unbuckled and unbuttoned his trousers, as he kicked his boots off. Tearing off his last piece of clothing, he gripped both of her hands above her head, she laced her legs around his waist, and they kissed one last time, and he slid myself into her.
Kol could feel her soft walls take him in, and he was slow at first, tender and delicate. One of his hands was still down around her slit, rubbing her the bundle of nerves to ensure she got there. But he soon got faster, speeding up, immersing himself deeper and deeper into her each time, both of their moans and yells getting louder and louder. Her hands pulled from his, and grabbed his back to steady herself, digging her nails into his skin, gritting her teeth. She lifted her pelvis to meet every stroke he made, bringing them both closer and closer to finishing. He could feel her trembling beneath him.
Biting down on her neck, not drawing blood, her nails ripped into his back, but neither of them cared. And as the end was near, they both nestled their heads into each other's necks as they came at the same time, crying out each other's names in ecstasy. Every single sense of his was flooded with intense emotion, her cries were like music to his ears, he could hardly see anything yet could see everything at once, his whole body was feeling every sensation everywhere, the air smelt sweeter, and her name falling from his mouth was the purest thing Kol had ever tasted.
He had never felt anything like it.
After a few moments of recovery, he collapsed down next to her, taking her in his arms, the way he did before it all began. He tangled his fingers in her long hair and she rested her head on his shoulder, her arms bound around him. Kol pulled the blanket up so it was draped over both of their bodies. She tilted her head up, and locked eyes with his.
"I trust you." Persephone murmured quietly. "With everything."
"I trust you as well." He replied, hushed, running his thumb over her lips.
"I wish we could stay like this forever."
"The truth about forever is that it's happening right now."
Letting out a small breath, and smiling, almost sad looking, lifted her hand to his cheek. "Don't ever leave."
And Kol took Persephone's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together, and kissed it. "Never."
He had been through so much in his life. He had run from murderous witches, hungry beasts, and angry vampires. He had been hated and spat on and forgotten and unloved. He had been chased for over seven hundred years of his life from someone who was meant to love him, but was instead trying to kill him because he despised what Kol had become, a monster, which he was. He had lived his whole life in a constant state of denial over the fear he was in, because he was always in a life and death situation, every second that ticked by.
But in that moment, he had never, ever, been more scared in his immortal life. It was petrifying, but also exhilarating.
This is quite a long chapter, I just felt I had to go into enough detail to make everything seem realistic to Kol's character. On another note, whilst writing this whole story, I have have found it helpful to have distinct images of each of my OCs in mind. I know that I like to see what other writers have in mind for what they think their OCs look like. So I have made a photobucket account that I have linked in my profile that has pictures of characters I made, so check that out if you want. Please review if you can! Follow and/or favorite if you want to be alerted about the next update, and thank you for reading. X
Next Chapter - Back to Persephone, she has a flashback to her time with Kol, and you learn even more about their relationship dynamic. After thinking about it, she falls back into a bad habit because she can't deal with what the memory does to her. And as a result of this, she gets an unexpected visit from people from her past, and she has no idea what to do.
