Chapter 11

Yoooooo! Long time no see! Naw, not really. I've been knocking these chapters out like my name is Sammy Sosa. It's just that this story has gotten to an interesting point to me I guess. And I thank you all for the tremendous feedback. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you all.

There was a comment saying the wished they could see more bad-boy Klaus. And to address that, I don't think I'd ever be able to show him being a total bad ass in this story. One of the reasons is that that's not the part of his character I'm aiming to play on. Klaus is the good boy in this story. Which I find hilarious because if this were a Klaus/OC/Elijah story, I totally feel Klaus would be the bad guy. Another reason is that Kol is somewhat the antagonist in this. So he gets all the Kool (terrible pun there) parts. Will Klaus be a bit of an asshole and do mean things? I don't know yet, maybe. But as for who's being bad? The award goes to Kol. The baddest of all the Originals, I feel.

And then there was the comment that mentioned that until Kol showed that he liked Darla a little bit, they'd be team Klaus. I feel, that if you squint when reading things from Kol's point of view, you can tell that he's beginning to like her. There's a lot of "She was decent to be around... wait what was he saying, he hated the slut." when reading Kol's point of view. Kol isn't use to having feelings for women so it would all be new to him. What we see as him not liking Darla, and the comments that Kol thinks when thinking of her, could really just be his disgusting way of having feelings for someone. He isn't like Klaus where he can openly say, "You know what, I fancy you." And he isn't the type to get swept away by his emotions. So that adds a layer of uncertainty in Kol's thought process and makes him a little more angry or abusive than normally I think. And that's what I'm going for with the Darla and Kol relationship. It's not your standard boy and girl like each other thing that you see with Klarla. Kol and Darla's relationship; it's kind of unhealthy.

Why am I rambling? Do you all read these things? i've always wondered that. I can't read a story unless I read the author's note. Anywho...

On to the story. I still don't know what to call this. Koarla? Klarla? Original Brothers? I wonder why that is? You tell me. Tee hee.

C . H . G . F

"So this is where you live?"

Kol gave what he presumed was a humble grin as Darla stood in the middle of the foyer, looking up at the vast crystal chandelier that dazzled and reflected the sunlight that flooded through the glass window, making them glitter into iridescent streaks of color against the inside of the house.

"Wow," she said in awe, letting her hobo looking bad slip from her grasps. "This place is beautiful."

Nodding, Kol picked up her fallen purse, placing it back onto her tiny arm. "Surprised?"

She bobbed her head breathlessly. "This is gorgeous."

Gorgeous? Kol thought it was gaudy and ostentatious. It drew too much attention to their family. Kol would've rather them live somewhere low key and hidden. That way, if Kol decided to murder a cornucopia of people, he could easily dispose of them rather than go out of his way to make sure the bodies stayed sequestered.

"How many people live here? I know you and Rebekah do, but you've never told me about all your family."

Kol had come to learn that Darla had no idea of Klaus being his brother after her accepting his invitation to come over to his house. He'd also come to learn that she was stupid. A stupid, stupid, girl. He once thought that Darla had been one of the more intelligent humans residing in Mystic Falls, but after this, it was hard for him to still think so. How could she have not known? How did that slip her mind?

So now, he'd lie to her. "There's me, Bekah, and my eldest brother, Elijah."

"Elijah?"

"Don't worry about him. He's harmless." That was the truth. Elijah, while having the ability to do terrible things, he was as harmless as snow.

Darla still seemed taken aback. How much longer did she need to process that his family was ridiculously wealthy? "Would you like anything to eat before we begin?"

He called her over here to "discuss" the matters of Christina's death and blah blah blah. Yada yada yada. That was all terribly boring. And that was just to mask the real reason why Kol wanted her here. To fuck with her mind.

She shook her head. "No. I'm fine."

"Then I'll lead the way."

Kol lead her into their dining room, which left Darla just as stupefied. Her eyes danced over the entire room, taking in every inch of it. The high ceilings that contained an even more grandiose chandelier. One that was layered and draped in crystals overflowing from every tier. The champagned colored walls that each contained a renaissance painting (Klaus chose those). And the mile long, glossy wooden table with rows of chairs on either side of it. And placed neatly in front of each chair were fine porcelain dishes and glasses for all to use when supper. Though Kol could hardly remember when they'd all sat down as a family to enjoy a meal. That was prior to them all turning.

Kol didn't need all of this. This was Rebekah and Klaus who loved living the life of luxury. This wasn't his taste at all. And he didn't have any input on the matter. Come to think of it, they never even asked him for his opinion after it was all completed.

"Are you guys like royalty or something?"

For the first time since their, "relationship," has started, Kol gave a genuine smile. All the other ones he'd given had been just for show. But this, and he didn't know why this comment made it happen, this had been the first time he'd ever given her an honest smile. "Something like that."

She seemed to notice his genuine smile and one of her own blossomed. "You're smile is infectious, your majesty," she joked, giving a bow.

And he received a compliment from her! Which made him feel strangely good about it. That wasn't normal. For him to actually feel flattered by her praises. No... that wasn't like him at all. He dismissed the feeling and went back to his devious ways. "You know, I could grow use to your face staying in that position."

That comment caused her to fly back up upright, eyes expanding, mouth forming a perfect 'O'.

It were as if she wanted him to poke fun at her. And anything she wanted, he'd give. "And I could really grow use to your mouth staying in that position as well."

Her hands flew to her mouth, plastering themselves over it. "Yuck," she mumbled beneath her palms.

"Sweetheart, it wasn't yuck when I was kissing you was it?"

Her eyes squinted into a glare, and she refused let her fingers away from her mouth.

He continue to tease her until she spoke to him. No one gave him the silent treatment.

"In fact, I remember it being quite pleasant. Was it pleasant for you?"

She continued to glower at him and Kol took the challenge.

Sauntering over to her, Kol forced her hands away from her lips with little to no strength at all. Darla had make the mistake of letting Kol kiss her even once. Within that short time he pegged her. He knew what she liked. And Darla liked to be controlled. Liked to play a little bit on the dangerous side and was fond of being taken charge of. Have her hair pulled or be kissed rough enough to leave a bruise. Who would've thought, such a frail child liking big girl things?

"Would you like me to do it again?" And Kol was fine with her wanting to be dominated. He loved it in fact. He was a taker. A domineering kind of guy. "Of course you would. You liked it the first time."

The flush in her cheeks, while unnoticeable to the human eye, went detected by Kol. And the heavy rush of lust that now laid thick on her smelt heavenly as it mixed with her delectable natural scent. That damn smell that reeked of delicious sugary treats. Like walking into a bakery and smelling your favorite dessert in the midst of being prepared. Kol would have to learn restraint around her. Something he knew very little of. She was testing him. "Tell me you want me to do it again."

"No," she struggled beneath his grasps.

She thought she actually could withhold herself from him? Well this was just another thing that had Kol set on believing Darla was the dumbest woman in the world. He'd get her to say so if he wanted to. That was just a part of his take charge attitude. He wasn't a giver. Not at all. He wasn't like his brother, Klaus.

Klaus... fuck! Why was he even infiltrating Kol's thoughts at a time like this? His brother had manage to become a prominent player in the game Kol set up for Darla. And that put him in the foulest of moods. Turning something that could've been a good time, into Kol having an awful taste in his mouth. Venom. That's what that was.

He tossed Darla away from him, masking his infinite disgust in her liking his brother and still not having the balls to tell Kol of it. Kol knew what would happen once Klaus found out Kol was his competitor. Klaus would think that he secured a right to have her.

Kol wouldn't allow that to happen. Darla was his. Regardless of him not having the feelings Klaus did for her. Darla. Was. His.

"Until you beg me to do so, I won't be kissing you any time soon." That was a promise.

Darla shrugged her shoulders as if a kiss from him wasn't something she was just yearning for a second ago. "Fine with me."

"There you go thinking that you pose a threat to me. You have little idea of who I am."

She snarled. "You just think too much of yourself. It's me you don't know."

So Darla was in a fiery mood today? Let's see how fiery she'd be once Kol humiliated both her and Klaus.

"I know far more about you than you'd like me to, love."

Her face turned a sickly white and her trembling fingers went to scratch the back of her head. Her eyes shifted towards the off white carpet beneath them, and Kol knew he won. Not only was he playing on the fact that he knew about her and Klaus, but that she wasn't human. Klaus had revealed that piece of information to him yesterday and Kol didn't dismiss it. Klaus had seen something about Darla to make him think so and he'd trust his brother's judgment this once.

But before Kol could make a boastful comment to her, Darla had already found her bearings and refused to back down.

Good. That gave him a reason to be his usual vile self.

"Then I'm not the only here keeping secrets. Fine by me."

That was a play on her knowing he was a vampire was it? Or was it the fact that she was actually fully aware of Klaus being his brother and didn't care? Either way, wasn't the best move for Darla. She didn't know that there was no way to win an argument or fight with Kol. No matter how desperately she tried, or any one else for that matter, Kol always won in the end.

"But dear, what makes you think I'm fine with that?" Kol meandered about the dining room, fingers skimming over the back of chairs as he did so. "I like when secrets come back to bite you. I like to spill them into the open air for all to hear. I like to embarrass the ones who keep them."

"Then you should know that you can be just as easily embarrassed as I could be then."

Kol stopped along the opposite side of the table as Darla, his eyes casted in a dark and sinister playfulness. Perhaps she still hadn't been made aware that these were the situations Kol loved best. The ones where people thought they could fight back and still come out victorious, but he was already aware of the ending. They lost.

Darla had lost.

"Would you like to know the difference between you and I Darla?"

"Aside from your egotistical thinking and delusional ways? Sure. Go ahead."

Kol smirked. "Well, first is that I'm a very dangerous man and it would be highly detrimental for you to talk to me like that. The second thing is that I'm uncaring if people find out my secrets. I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm quite indifferent to the matter. It's you who'd be degraded and ashamed. And currently, I've put you in a position to have that happen."

Darla kept her emotions locked inside herself, and Kol kept himself from frowning. She was supposed to respond to that. Ah well, it'd be impossible for her to control herself once he set revealed her secret. And Klaus too. He'd be a part of it all as well. Two birds with one stone. "I'll take my chances."

"That was the option I was hoping you'd take." Kol couldn't deny fun this situation was for him. It was worth the five seconds of mortification he felt when he saw Darla's face on that sketchbook. It was worth every second of it. "You see, a smart girl would've simply said that there was another man in the picture who they spent time drawing portraits for, giving stuffed animals to, and making out in the forest with."

Part one of Darla's humiliation was in effect. She staggered backwards, body stumbling towards the entrance passage of the room. Kol could also hear the footsteps of Klaus heading down the corridor since neither Elijah nor Bekah were home. Right on time Niklaus...

Show time.

"How did you-"

Kol cut of her sentence. He'd already given her an ample amount of time to talk. It was his turn to speak. "A smart girl would've honest with a man such as myself. But you've failed to prove you're a smart girl. In fact, you're the stark opposite. You're nothing short of a fool."

Klaus was now heading down the steps. In a few seconds, he'd be in eyes view of both him and Darla. And Darla would be exactly where she was in the first place, stuck between them both. Literally and figuratively.

"Do you know what I like to do to fools? I like to ruin them. Break them down until there's nothing left with soot and ash. And that's what I aim to do right now, Darla, I aim to ruin you."

Her fast pacing heartbeat was almost euphoric to Kol. He took immense pleasure in all of this.

"My dear dear, darling. Isn't that what he calls you? Darling? That's quite a stupid name Niklaus." He called out towards his brother as he traveled from off the last step.

Klaus' face furrowed, seeing nothing but Darla's back. And Darla, she was now exactly what Kol wanted her to be. Petrified with the mentioning of Klaus' name. She didn't bother to look back. Klaus' presence was evident. And he stilled too, finally put this all together and that he wasn't able to stop this full on collision. Though he still tried in vain. "Kol, what are you-"

"Would you like to know the best part of all of this?" Kol's made his voice diminish into a sharp violent whisper. It was cruel and Kol watched the fear bounce around Darla's eyes. He pushed the plates in front of him, letting the symphony of expensive chinaware explode around them as each dish crashed onto the ground before placing his hands onto the now open space he'd created for himself on the table. He wanted to close a bit of the gap between his and Darla's stare down so he leaned onto the table, staring into her green eyes menacingly; his eyes nothing but slits. "I don't just know of Klaus."

He wasn't going to just come out and say the big surprise just yet. Nooooo. Let them wait and wallow in a dreadful anticipation. Every second they waited, he wanted them to feel a new form of fear. A new form a trepidation. And this phase of his plan wasn't aimed more so towards Niklaus who had a look of astonishment plastered onto his silly face. Him just knowing that Kol was the other man was enough for now. This was to shake Darla to her very core. Which he was doing a marvelous job at so far. Her fear was quite palpable.

Klaus wasn't the only artist in the family. What Kol did just now was a work of art that would forever be glorified amongst the Mikaelsons. Sick of the wait himself, Kol set the last firework off, finally being able to fully enjoy the masterpiece he'd created all by himself.

"He's. My. Brother."

C . H . G . F

For all you thinking, "That was it? That was Kol's wrath?" let me just say no, that's not him being bad. Kol tried to give Darla a chance to set everything out into the open. And he knew she didn't know Klaus was his brother so he put his anger and cruelty on hold. Kol will be having crazy moments though. That I can assure you. Because let's face it... he's out of his mind.

Can't tell you all what's going to happen next because I'm not quite sure myself. Not sure who's point of view it's going to be written from. Not sure where Kol is taking it from here. He's doing what he wants to do right now and I'm in no control over it.

But it doesn't hurt to leave guesses now does it? Hint hint. Wink Wink... you know what, I take that back, that was a terrible way to end things.

Until Next Time!