Hello, my lovely readers! TO is back, Kolvina got married, and we didn't get to see it. *Shakes head.* And I am back with another new chapter, and, hopefully, it will not take nearly as long to get to Chap. 15. On with the show…
Chapter 14: Endless Night: Part I
Chaos. It was utter chaos. The band's bass played at an earsplitting level. Drinks splashed on the floor while the revelers cheered. Confused staff milled about— seemingly having forgotten the tasks at hand. Aurora stood in the middle of a crowd, swaying atop a very high table and Kol could figure out the precise origin of the table but he knew what Lucien would do to him if his fiancée was injured.
"Shit," Kol groaned when yet another customer spilled his drink over the bed, the liquid creating a pool that he slid in on his way around the corner. "Nik, cover me!" he shouted over his shoulder.
"What?" Klaus shouted back.
Kol peered back at his brother whose attention was entirely focused on a smiling blonde woman. Blinking rapidly, Kol scowled and decided to tell his brother that the woman was a female impersonator before Klaus left the bar with her. Thrusting his body forward, he pushed past the mass of bodies that pressed against his and cursed them quite thoroughly.
"Come on! Out of my way! I have a lady to rescue!" Kol ordered people who attempted to drag him into some type of dance that simply involved grinding their bodies together. "This is not the time!" he groaned under his breath. Not that they could hear him if her were shouting at the top of his lungs.
There was a time—not that long ago, in fact—that Kol would not only have thrown himself into the middle of this scene; he would have been the cause of its existence. However, he had put those days behind him. He was a changed man, thanks to Davina Claire. For her he would give up his past and only look toward a happy future, with her by his side… when the time was right.
"Aurora!" Kol shouted up at Aurora who tilted to and fro. Her heels tipped dangerously close to one edge of the table, then the other while she laughed, her head falling backward.
"Blasted hell! Get down from there!" Kol shouted at the redhead.
Aurora grinned down at him. "Why don't you join me? It would do you some good to loosen up? Enjoy the night." Holding out a hand to him, she tried to pull him up and he tried to pull her down.
The tiny woman refused to allow him to get off the tabletop. "Get him up here! Will you lot!" she cried to the crowd, clasping her hands in front of her with a pout. The crowd around Kol seemed to be pleased by the idea and he became annoyed with them when he felt fingers digging into his arms, attempting to lift him into the air. "Get off of me!" he demanded, smacking at hands as more hands moved to replace those who retreated. Soon his body moved upward and he found himself atop the table.
"There you are, love. Now, isn't this better!" Aurora enthused, turning and running her body up and down his in a manner that made him react against his will.
"Damn it, Aurora! This is not funny!" Kol snapped, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to stare into her eyes. "This is my job at stake!"
"Oh, it's much more than that, darling," Aurora whispered into his ear. Her fingers entangled in his hair. "Be a dear and dance with me."
"Lucien would kill me, and possibly you if he came in here tonight," Kol reminded her.
"Oh, then it is truly a pity that we have the club to ourselves," Aurora ran her lips over his neck and Kol pulled back. "Aurora, you know that I can't."
"You can. For one night," Aurora told him. "Now, drink this." She bent down and snagged a drink off a passing tray and offered it to Kol who shook his head. "Please." She pouted up at him.
Kol shook his head. "I am on-duty."
"Fine. More for me," Aurora started to down the drink when Kol took it from her and downed it.
"Happy?" Kol inquired, feeling the drink's effects already.
"Very," Aurora clapped her hands together. "Another!" she cried, waving to the waiter.
"No." Kol held up a hand. "I've got Nik behind the bar and I don't think he's actually serving anyone." He glanced over his shoulder to his brother who gave the blonde he'd been talking to a dreamy look. Oh, this would not end well. Probably end with Nik trying to beat Kol to a bloody pulp.
"Klaus seems happy. I am happy. And you should be happy, too," Aurora said, slipping her arms around his neck and leaning against him, her head falling on his shoulder. "Just pretend that I'm your girl and things will be better, for both of us."
"I can't," Kol protested, feeling his head becoming lighter.
"Drinks!" Aurora cried and she pulled away, grabbing a pair of drinks in some kind of florescent color. "Here's to us. May this night never end!" she cheered, knocking her drink back and offering Kol another.
Kol hesitated and then took the drink. Knocking it back, he shook his head. He used to party with a crowd as loud and crazier than this lot but these drinks were doing something to him and he wasn't quite sure that he liked it, but he wasn't sure he didn't.
"Another!" Aurora cried and Kol began to laugh.
"Yes," Kol agreed and this time he bent down to collect them, and he drank both. "Oh, dear. Sorry about that," he told Aurora, not feeling in the least bit sorry.
"There's lots more!" Aurora cried with a loud giggle. "And the night is long from over."
~0~
Somewhere between drinks Kol had decided to join the band, on-stage and someone now wore his shirt. With a guitar on his chest, Kol strummed notes and sang into a mic while the crowd roared in front of him. Klaus sat on a stool, shaking his head, his arm wrapped around a blonde who had begun to resemble Caroline Forbes to Kol over the course of the night. She had a nice smile and she waved a lighter as Kol sang something about a brown haired girl he loved at home.
"Good show," the leader of the band said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Thanks," Kol said, grinning.
"Can I get my guitar back, man!" a guy in leather inquired.
Kol nodded and offered the man his guitar. "Thank you. You've been truly lovely," Kol told the guitarist, hugging him. "I'll send you a Christmas card."
"Okay," the guitarist strapped his instrument on and began to play as Kol stumbled over to the end of the stage.
A little black haired girl came over to him. "Kol!" she hissed, her expression frantic. "There are people serving themselves. What do we do?" she cried, her dark eyes full of anxiety.
Kol smiled, cupping his hands around her cute, little face. "You worry far too much for such a young, pretty girl. Have a drink, dance and enjoy the night." He waved at the dance floor.
The girl's eyes darted from the dance floor where people were still writhing, laughing and making the night their own. "But I'll get fired," she told him.
"Oh, come now, love. The boss is out. No one here to tell us what to do," Kol found Jeremy Gilbert wandering around with a tray in hand. "See, there is young Jeremy. You should dance with him. He looks like he needs it as much you do."
"But," the girl said, looking confused. "I have to work."
"No more buts." Kol pushed her toward Jeremy and then moved back to the bar.
Striding behind the bar, Kol looked around at the people who had begun to serve themselves. "Don't forget to tip!" he called to them.
A pair of arms slipped around his waist and Kol turned to find Aurora. "Feeling better, darling?" she mumbled into his skin.
"Never better," Kol replied, grinning and turning to embrace her.
"Where is your shirt?" Aurora said, running her hands over his chest.
"He gave it to some groupie," Klaus called from the other side of the bar. "Everyone. This is Maxie. She's helping me with my troubles."
"Looks like more trouble to me," Kol replied as Aurora moved in front him to lean against the bar, propping her chin up with one hand. Kol pressed into her, enjoying the feeling of human warmth. He'd forgotten how much he liked being touched.
"Maxie told me that Caroline is a fool if she doesn't come back to me," Klaus told them.
"She is." Aurora nodded sagely while running a hand up and down Kol's arm.
"And what is this about?" Klaus asked, waving a hand at Kol and Aurora. "Thought you were coming home with me tonight." He gave them a look and Kol really had no idea if he meant Kol or Aurora.
Aurora giggled. "Sharing is a nice family trait."
"Sharing love is too much for most families," Maxie told them, biting into an olive.
Klaus let out a snort. "My family know nothing about love."
"We do, too!" Kol snapped.
Aurora let out another giggle. "Love will destroy the best of us." She glanced back at Kol. "But there is more to life, like simple pleasure," she eyed Kol, her hips moving against him and Kol gritted his teeth.
Klaus let out a laugh. "Oh, my. Little brother. You've really dug a deep hole for yourself this time. What with one girl here and the other…"
"Shut your bloody mouth, brother," Kol snarled. A vision of Davina's face flooded his memory and he backed away from Aurora. Turning, he found himself, lost in the crowd as he pushed himself toward the back of the club. He found the men's room for the employees and took a seat on the cool tiles of the floor. The wall felt cold against his back and the world moved in a slow circle around him.
"Davina," Kol cried out and then he heard the door open and close.
"Kol?" a soft voice called to him and he looked up. It couldn't be. And still. It was. Davina Claire.
"Davina!" Kol said, not believing his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Davina asked him, moving to kneel before him.
"Darling," Kol said, reaching out and cupping her face between his hands. "I miss you and I have only been gone a short time."
"I missed you, too. Why do you think I'm here?" Davina's smile brightened the room and Kol pushed himself up from his slouching posture. Her hand brushed his cheek and he leaned into the feel of her. "What are you doing in here?"
"I had to get away. Its sheer mayhem out there," Kol told her, closing his eyes. "I needed to rest.
"Okay." Davina moved to sit down beside him. He laid his head in her lap, feeling her fingers beginning to run through his short locks. "You can go to sleep now," Davina whispered into his ear. "Just rest." Kol nodded, pressing his face into her stomach and wishing to never be anywhere in the world that she was not by his side.
"Never leave me again, Davina," Kol murmured, feeling sleep tugging at him.
"You left me, remember," Davina replied, her lips soft on his cheek, her fingers tenderly running the length of his back. "You keep leaving me, Kol Mikaelson, but I love you and I will always find you."
"I won't leave again, Davina," Kol whispered.
"Promise?" Davina's voice came from far away, penetrating his consciousness. "Say: I promise, I will never leave you again."
"I promise you, Davina, I will never leave your side again," Kol said, his eyes opening to take in hers, one more time and the smile she bestowed on him made him feel unworthy before he fell to sleep.
~0~
"Hey, buddy," a voice called to Kol through the fugue and black cloud hovering over his eyelids, willing them to stay closed. The feeling of a hand on his arm, shaking him awake made Kol groan, lashing his arm outward. A feeling of satisfaction swelled inside him when he felt his arm connect with flesh and bone. Stay away, he silently warned the intruder.
"Dude, just leave him alone," another voice called. "He's just a drunken idiot."
A sudden kick to his solar plexus made Kol's stomach clench and he felt vomit fill his throat. "Right, then," he choked out. Opening his blurry eyes, he glared up into the face of a man who stood over him.
The man laughed down at him and moved to kick him again when Kol pushed himself to his knees. As the man's foot came toward his face, Kol caught it and wrenched it to the left. The fool let out a scream of pain. His body fell to the floor while Kol glared at the other man who held up his hands.
"Right, then." Kol grinned down at the real "drunken idiot" and continued to twist his foot. "You'll be paying a nice tip to whichever waiter or waitress has made the horrible mistake of serving you tonight and then you will leave the premises."
"Screw you," the man-who-would-be-leaving-minus-a foot-if-he-did-not-learn-some-manners replied.
He let out a howl of pain when Kol suddenly wrenched said foot in the air and into a rather awkward, one-hundred and eighty degree angle. "You were saying, darling," Kol inquired, cupping his ear and waiting for more comments that would lead to more screaming.
"Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. Let me go!" the man wailed as Kol pushed the leg one-two-three more degrees.
"Good." Kol stood up and looked around himself. "I've got a business to maintain." Moving past the other man who looked pale, Kol entered the destruction of his workplace. "Dear God!" he muttered, frowning at the broken glass, couples trying to mate on the dance floor, and Aurora having stripped down to her knickers, dancing about atop that blasted table once more.
"Nik!" Kol shouted when he felt an arm go around his neck and begin to choke him. "You thought you could just going to walk away from that?" a voice snarled in his ear and Kol turned to find that his friend from the bathroom seemed to have come with a fraternity full of chums. "Wonderful," Kol grunted.
A punch to his stomach made Kol wish that he'd made a two—make that ten less drinks earlier. "Enough!" he roared, before rearing back and slugging the man who had punched him in the face.
"What in the bloody hell?" Klaus' voice sounded as another man punched Kol in the jaw and Kol swore before he swung, having no idea whose cheekbone he just made contact with and not truly caring so long as they were on the other side, Kol felt happy for a fleeting second before someone leapt on him. "Little help would be nice, brother!" Kol shouted to Klaus.
Second later, Kol saw the back of Klaus as his brother donned a wicked grin and began to fight off three men who were twice his size. "Come on then," Klaus shouted at the men. "I don't think you're even trying."
Kol remembered when they were young and he'd lost a Little League baseball game and some older boys followed him home. His team had lost because Kol was having an off day. He should have stayed at home—recovering from a bout of the stomach flu but insisted on going—against his mother's wishes. He also insisted on walking home, feeling dejected about the game.
The older boys had bet some money on the game and lost out. In their wrath, they'd blamed Kol and were intent on beating him senseless when his brothers, Klaus, Elijah and even Finn came out to find out what the shouting was about. Fifteen minutes later, and their father coming outside with a baseball bat, had sent the older boys fleeing for their mother's aprons.
"Get him!" the man who Kol had most likely done some real damage to in the bathroom roared—from the safety of stool= at his pals.
More of the men moved to assist the ones who were trying to beat Kol. Then a flash of red hair came into sight and Aurora leapt into the fray, brandishing a broken beer bottle. "Get out of my club!" she shouted at them. "Or it will be the last thing you lot will be doing!"
A few of the men who had Klaus pinned to the bar top glanced from Aurora to their buddy at the bar. "I would do what she said," Maxie told them, crossing her legs and examining them with a cocked eyebrow. "I heard her fiancée has been known to have men found and bits of them were found, in and around the Bay Area, if ever."
Silence descended on the room while Jeremy stood, a baseball bat in his hand and a worried look on his face. Anna stood beside him, a cell phone clutched in her palm like a weapon.
"Fine," the guy from the bathroom said and two of his friends helped him up. "This place sucks anyway."
"Ahem!" Aurora called. The men stopped and looked at her. "You owe me money for the drinks." She held out a hand with a smile, waiting for them to ante up.
Letting out a series of snorts and vulgar insults, the men withdrew various denominations and dropped them to the floor. "Keep the change, bitch," bathroom boy snarled.
"I intend to," Aurora called after them. When the men had left, she smiled at those who remained. "Well, not so bad for my first night running this place. Now," she climbed on a stool and grabbed a bottle before hopping back down. "Who would like to take this party back to my place?" Her eyes glittered as she looked around at the others.
"The night's not over," Maxie told them. "And poor Klaus needs some ice for that eye."
Klaus' eye had begun to swell from some fool's right hook. "Right," he said, slinging an arm around the shoulders of his new friend. "Shall we?"
Kol got to his feet and followed the others out the door. After the fight, he could not imagine how this night could become worse. He just wished his dream had turned out to be reality and that Davina Claire were there with him.
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Princess: I'm happy you enjoyed Jer's and Anna's appearances. Sorry about the really, really long wait.
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Jessica