Author's Note:
Dear all, I cannot thank each one of you enough for encouraging me to write and for the success of "No Longer Alone" so far. I am more than gratified by each of your reviews and I promise to try my level best to live up to your expectations.
I know I have been horribly frustrating over the past couple of months - 5 months to be precise, but to be honest - those of you who know, being a college student with only 2 years to graduation and internships really doesn't give much time to breathe. I don't even need to say that I'm terribly disappointed with TVD and I have discontinued watching the show.
Kol's character however is very dear to me and I will continue to write. I hope all of you still have some time to review because, its your review that makes this story the way it is!
Rest assured, I shall resume my old methods of shoutouts and personalized replies soon. (So be nice and do review! :P)
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Happy Reading everyone! :)
Chapter 10
The night felt young and she felt alive. It had been a while and she had forgotten what it was like to feel young and alive. She walked contentedly to the bar, humming the tune of the song that blared from the speakers in the periphery, adrenalin running high through her veins. Maybe she had one too many drinks, why she felt perfectly fine! She could do with another one.
"Hey!" she called out to the bartender who was serving another. The man looked at her. She dare say he was handsome. As if perceiving her thoughts and knowing the truth in them, the man quickly smirked. Arianna's eyebrows crunched together, a frown replacing the smile on her face and she turned away fidgeting with her hair.
"Why the frown?" she heard the masculine voice behind her, turning instantly to see the blond boy smiling at her, a bit puzzled about her demeanor. The warm breath on her neck raised goosebumps on her glistening skin. It was probably the alcohol that was making its induced effect felt.
"Oh! Nothing. The man at the counter over there is creepy." She leaned in to whisper into his ears. He looked over her shoulder but could spot no one.
"Who?"
"The man at the counter, he's about three or four chairs away." She repeated conspiratorially.
"There is no one behind you, honey."
Arianna quickly turned around to scan the empty place. Were her eyes deceiving her? "But he was right there." She whispered more to herself, contemplating.
She felt a cold finger brush the soft skin of her jaw-line, tucking the strands of her messy hair behind her ears. She looked at the man before her and smiled. His hair was tousled, forehead wet with perspiration, the buttoned-up shirt he wore stuck snugly to his lean frame. "Looks like someone's had a bit too much of a drink." His voice was husky, seductive and Arianna was beginning to get mesmerized.
"Shut up." She smirked at him and searched for the bartender.
All the while that she laughed and giggled, little did she know she was being watched. Not too far away sat the very same man at the counter, his eyes trained at her like a lion stalking his prey, only he was far fiercer, far more lethal. Kol was growing red with jealousy but he wouldn't admit to it. He couldn't fathom why he was witnessing the torment she was putting him through, but he sat put in his seat while she laughed with the blond boy and danced with him all night. It irked him immensely that the girl could so much as retain her sanity after what he had put her through. How could she possibly pretend to lead a normal life after having him vexed?
He knew it had to change and change it had to, quickly.
As the night grew darker, Arianna's feet were beginning to give into the weakness in her body. It felt like nothing could have ever been wrong in her life. Tonight she was leading a perfect life in an alternate universe. In this universe, she was completely normal, she wasn't a medium, she wasn't a clairvoyant, she was but a normal college student who was drinking off her stress with a handsome man to keep her company. Tonight all she wanted was to be reckless and untamed.
His touches were beginning to excite her, the incident brush of skin on skin was arousing her and the alcohol in her system had empowered her with a newfound bravado that she was otherwise unaccustomed to. He was dancing close to her, his hands were on her hips, her arms around his neck, her back against his firm chest, his lips slowly finding their way discreetly to her neck.
Kol watched from afar, the dirty dancing his little vixen engaged in. Did she mean to torment him? Was she even aware of how she was tormenting him? He banished the thought from his mind no sooner it occurred. This was his game and he made the rules. There could be only one winner and it was he alone. He was the dominating one of the two and he certainly had to rectify his position.
Arianna shivered at the feel of rough palms making their way slowly under the hem of her shirt. She couldn't deny the fact that it was only exciting her sexually and she was seeking more pleasure. Turning her face around abruptly, her lips met the matching pair she was searching for and as expected; her abrupt movement was met with much ferocity, hunger and passion. He bit into the bottom of her lips and Arianna moaned, the line between pleasure and pain seemingly blurred. She pressed herself against him and soon found herself being dragged towards the restroom.
Warm, heated hands traced her torso as her hands went to the hair on the nape of his neck and she pulled on it showing little restraint, her body grinding into his. She could feel his arousal and was pleased with herself for having such an effect on him. She was enjoying this immensely knowing that she might not probably remember it the following day, or even if she did it could probably mean the beginning of something new. Either way, neither her mental nor her cognitive faculties were too alert to register her surroundings. So engrossed were they in the lust that governed their physical selves that neither of them took heed of the blazing flames around the little stall they had chosen to seclude themselves in.
Arianna panicked, her mind slowly registering the fact that she needed to flee immediately. Someone pulled on her hand and dragged her forward as she tried to remain as careful as her callous self allowed to be in her semi-drunken state maneuvering their way through the fire. People around her screamed, a crowd gathered outside the little university bar to watch it burn illuminating the neighborhood. Sirens of law enforcement vehicles and ambulances blared in the background and it gave her a terrible headache. She felt dizzy and nauseous. She needed to get back home and in desperate need of sleep, expecting a terrible hangover the following day.
She looked around for her companion but he was nowhere to be seen. The one person she did however see again that night was the all too familiar man sitting at counter who she thought to be a figment of her imagination. He stood rooted to the ground, looking at her as if he knew her from ancient times. She knew she knew him, his face was all too familiar and he knew she watched him. The moment his lips curled up in a smirk, a chill ran down Arianna's spine.
"Hey babe, you okay?" warm palms covered her cold cheeks and she found a pair of blue eyes looking at her with a look of concern. The man had a few cuts on his face, none too serious.
Arianna just stared blankly at him; looking back at the spot she had seen the mystery man not many seconds ago. Of-course she knew him.
It was Kol.
What started out as a dull day playing ball with little Gilbert had ended in a rather eventful manner. He drank another single-malt that was poured to him by a beautiful brunette at a local city bar. He drank to his victory.
The look on his little vixen's face followed by the glimmer of apprehension and fear at her recognition meant more to him than she would have ever known. He hadn't had his way with her yet though. He mused at his luck at having found her here. The past few days had been rather frustrating for one as impatient as himself to be bonding with little Gilbert. He was rather young and Kol was a man of experience; experience of atleast a thousand years. It took a lot of restraint on his part from snapping the brown-haired boy's neck into two. He was impulsive yes, but not foolish. That was reserved for a special occasion and would duly be executed soon.
His thoughts once again drifted back to his vixen and he couldn't help but think of her fiery burgundy hair. It had an odd color, he couldn't quite ascertain if it was burgundy, brown or bronze. Her eyes had glimmered with a sense of ease that night as she danced with the blond boy. Kol snarled involuntarily, little to his knowledge and the bartender froze. He only noticed her stiff form when the charms on her wrist tingled as she cautiously moved to clear the glass he drank from and he instantly grabbed on to her wrist. She looked into his menacing eyes, they were the eyes of a predator, a killer and she panicked further, his lips trying desperately to call out for help.
He looked straight into her eyes and smirked, his tone seductive and commanding, true to his personality. "Alright darlin', here's what you'll do for me." He maneuvered around the counter and leaned against it looking at the terrified girl.
"Strip." He stated simply and the young woman found her hands unwillingly shedding pieces of fabric from her skin. Tears welled up in her eyes but she couldn't stop herself. She knew not what had come over her and was no longer in control of her actions.
"Very good, petal." Kol moved to stand behind her, grabbing a knife from the counter and handing it to the girl as his fingers traces her bare waist line, his lips traced the crook of her shoulders, the scent of the crimson liquid strong in jugular. "Now, slit your writs." He was curt and the girl hesitated for a second, trying her level best to hold back.
"Please don't do this." She sobbed, tears flowing, the kohl from her eyes forming black streaks on her cheeks. "Please.." one of his hands moved to cup her supple breast, squeezing and toying with her pink bud while the other found its way to her core and she gasped as he felt a wave of pleasure course through her being.
No sooner did her arousal cloud her mind, the remainder of her guard swiftly swept off her mind and she yelled in pain as the sharp uneven edge of the knife made an angry gash on her wrist. It was Kol's cue for dinner time.
Arianna dreamed that night, tossing and turning in her bed like never before. Over a month it had been. She thought she had rid herself of the monsters in her closet. Kol, Rebekah, Henrick were her past. She had left them in Mystic Falls.
Her dream morphed hastily. She dreamed of the blond boy she had danced with all night. She could still feel his tongue fight for dominance with her tongue. Alcohol was heavy in her breath but she didn't care. She moaned when he backed her against the wall of the restroom, feeling his arousal evidently. Arianna moved to wrap a leg around his waist pulling him closer to her, grabbing him by his collar as his hands rested on the small of her back.
Suddenly, she found herself in her small kitchen. The kitchen island was hastily cleared, the pans cluttering to the floor with a single sweep. Their breaths were heavy, each of them panting with anticipation. Without looking at his face, she began to undo his buttons, her fingers fumbling not once. She kissed his glorious chest hungrily deliberately sucking on the crook of his neck. He set her on the island and she let her head fall backwards as the sound of her shirt ripping was muffled by her moan. Her skirt quickly joined the remainder of her shredded fabrics. Before she could react, she felt smooth sharp teeth hastily undoing the front clasps of her bra revealing her rounded breasts.
Cold lips engulfed her full breasts as she felt teeth grazing her perked nipples and she let out a small cry as he bit into it.
"Oh yes…" she cried in pleasure as the man carried her in dizzying speed to the bed. She let him rip off her lingerie, losing all sense of coherence. She just wanted to be pleasured and so far, she was being pleasured with great dexterity.
Little time was wasted as she felt a cold breath on her stomach steadily moving towards her wet core. Her core glistened with moisture and his eyes shone with contentment. He chuckled and Arianna relished the sound of that ghostly chuckle, wanted to hear it again. She bucked up her hips making herself more accessible.
She gasped upon feeling a slender finger infiltrate her folds. "Oh…God…" she moaned grinding her hips slowly as his lips descended on her wet core and his tongue licked her. She did taste delicious and he couldn't have enough of her. Two fingers held her open as she writhed in pleasurable pain. He wanted her to beg and she would do just that if it meant to be put out of such torture.
"Babe…" she panted, grabbing onto his silky her, "Stop being a fuckin' tease." She finished hastily before her resolve crumbled and she lost her voice again.
This time, there was no holding back. Wet tongue licked into her folds time and time again as both her hands grabbed onto his head, pulling him closer, her legs wide apart and he brought her wave after wave of pleasure. When her knees buckled, her lent her support and made her cry in ecstasy time and time again till she lost count of her orgasms.
As she lay spent looking at ceiling, her brow covered with perspiration she felt him move on top of her like a snake and she smiled, closing her eyes as his lips pressed onto hers and he kissed her hard forcing her mouth open as she tasted herself on him. Never had she thought in her wildest day dreams that she was capable of such passion, that she would so immensely enjoy being so thoroughly pleasured. She chuckled at his hungry demanding mouth and forcibly pulled away wanting to look at his face.
What she saw however stunned her to utter frenzy.
The blond hair had morphed to brown, the soft blue eyes had given way to mischievous brown ones and that dexterous mouth had a smirk plastered on it.
"Hello love." Kol said, his eyes shining with accomplishment.
Arianna woke with a start. She rushed to the kitchen, stumbling through her way until she finally grabbed a glass of cold water and downed glass after glass in hope of soothing her nerves. She breathed heavily, struggling with each breath as she deliberately tried to block any thought of what she had just dreamed.
She felt violated and dirty. She wanted to rip her skin off her body. She wanted to burn. Hugging herself tightly, she hung her head and cried. A soft tap on her back made her turn with a fright. The room was dark and quiet. She couldn't differentiate her hallucinations from reality anymore.
She turned back and screamed at the sight before her.
It was Henrik.
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