Part 14

A psychopath and a nutcase

"Katla," Nik's voice said when she was opening the door to her room. She stopped and turned to look at her brother.

"That was a naughty thing to do, sister," he scolded, but he didn't really sound angry, more like amused.

"He hurt…" she started calmly.

"…Kol," he finished. "Yes, I know and personally I wouldn't have cared if you would have ripped him in pieces, but we can't do things like that in public anymore. Not to mention mother wanted us all to play nice tonight."

She looked at her brother calmly.

"He hurt my Kol."

Nik sighed and placed his palms on her shoulders.

"I know, sister, and as I said, I wouldn't have cared if you would have killed him, but I need you to understand…"

"Katla," Kol said while zooming next to her. "We're leaving."

His face was completely callous, but she could easily see how upset he was.

"Brother…"

"What are you talking about?" Nik huffed.

"We're leaving," he repeated without looking at Nik. "Right now."

"Don't be ridiculous, where are you going to go in the middle of the night? She needs a shower and clean clothes; try to think about her wellbeing instead of your whims…"

Kol growled and threw Nik against the wall before he managed to finish his sentence.

"How dare you!" Kol shouted. "How dare you to say that she's not everything to me! I would never hurt her!"

Nik was stunned, he was staring at Kol.

"What…"

Katla stepped in front of Kol and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"It's alright, my darling brother, it's alright…"

She felt how tense he was, his hands were shaking.

"What's going on here?" Elijah asked, he and Finn were marching towards their siblings.

"I have no idea," Nik muttered.

Katla didn't pay any attention to them; she kept one arm around Kol and opened the door to her room. He didn't resist when she led him inside and closed the door behind them. She didn't ask any questions, she didn't have to. Seeing him so upset cut her like a knife. Gently she led him to the bed and laid him down. She had to hum and stroke his hair for a long while before he finally started to relax. Neither of them said a word, she simply held him until he was asleep.

Damon sat at the corner table in The Grill with a bottle of scotch. His wounds and broken bones were healed, but it would take some time before his liver would grow back. Not that it mattered; he was too drunk to care about anything. Being rejected by Elena and getting his ass kicked by a perky preteen Lolita in one night was more than enough reason to get drunk. His phone kept ringing, but he had no intention to answer, he had nothing to say neither to his brother nor to Elena. Unknown caller. He rolled his eyes and picked up his phone.

"I'm fine, Elena, stop calling…"

"Damon? It's Katherine," a familiar voice said.

"Oh goody… What do you want?" he snorted.

"You need to leave town right now."

"What?"

"I heard what happened tonight and I'm telling you, leave town. The dove-eyed little Mikaelson… She's seriously messed up."

"Wait, wait, what? How do you know about that?"

"I have my ways," she replied. "That's not important, please just listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but for this once just listen."

"Fine, I'm listening. What do you know?"

"I've met that girl and like I said, she's a loony. I mean really loony and not in a cute and harmless way."

"Yeah, I got that," he muttered and instinctively touched his stomach.

"I heard plenty of stories about her and Klaus' younger brother Kol when I traveled in Europe and those stories weren't very nice. They are both insane, but in different ways, he's a psychopath, she's a nutcase. According to some of the stories, they are very 'close' if you know what I mean."

Damon turned up his nose.

"That's just… And just when I thought that the Addams family couldn't get any creepier."

"Tell me about it, but the point is that you touched the person our little Hannibal Lecter holds most dear and she's not going to simply forgive and forget. She's going to come after you and she's going to kill you."

"Yeah, probably. Why do you care?"

Katherine was quiet for a moment before replying.

"I do care, Damon, whether you believe that or not. Just leave town while you still can."

She hung up before Damon managed to reply. He stared at his bottle and took a long gulp. What reason did he have to care about anything? He had known how stupid and suicidal it had been to attack Klaus' brother, but really, what difference did that make? Why should he care… His thoughts were cut off when he noticed Rebekah walking in; she headed straight to the bar. Matt was sitting at the bar counter having a cup of coffee, Damon had been too distracted to notice him.

"Hi," Rebekah started cautiously. "What are you doing?"

He glanced at her gloomily before replying.

"Let's see, I went to a dance, got my hand crushed and watched a smiling child to rip a man's liver out. Doesn't that sound like a fun night out? And it just keeps getting better; I just found out that I don't have a health insurance."

Rebekah looked guilty.

"I'm really sorry, Matt, I didn't mean for any of that to happen. Kol is a lunatic and my sister… I know it must be difficult to believe, but she's a sweet girl, she was just trying to protect our brother."

"Protect your brother?" Matt repeated disbelievingly. "The guy broke my hand for fun and he's the one who needs to be protected?"

"No, that's not what I meant, but Katla…"

"Look, Rebekah," Matt cut in tensely. "You're really fun and pretty and all, but I really need you to leave me alone."

Rebekah pressed her lips together, she didn't say anything when he stood up and marched out. Damon stood up as well, he had no idea what he was doing and he was too drunk to care.

"Burn," he hummed smirking and casually sat down next to Rebekah. "Rejected by the captain of the football team. Welcome to adolescence."

"Shut up, Damon," she huffed, she was definitely annoyed. "I knew I should have killed him. Oh well…"

He poured her a drink and drank what was left in his bottle. She emptied her glass with one gulp.

"My sister is going to kill you, you know," she muttered carelessly. "Hurting Kol was a foolish move."

"Yeah, maybe."

They were both quiet for a while, he signaled the bartender to pour him another drink.

"Aren't you going to ask me to talk her out of it?" Rebekah huffed.

He shook his head.

"Nah. Maybe we'll become friends if I buy her a new Barbie or something."

Rebekah laughed.

"That's very unlikely. She looks young, but she's far from a child."

"How old was she when she became a vampire?"

"16."

"Right… A thousand years old teenager. That must be fun."

"Hardly," she snorted. "Katla is a very special girl, she has been through more than anyone can imagine."

"Yeah, so I heard…"

"What?"

"Never mind. I really don't care about your messed up family."

"You're the one to talk," she snorted. "How is it like to share a girl with your brother? Again."

Damon didn't bother to reply; at least he wasn't sleeping with his sister, if he would have had one.

"Katla might grant you a quick death if you ask very nicely," Rebekah stated after a moment of silence.

"Good to know."

They both emptied their glasses, he poured them some more. Despite of everything, he couldn't deny that Rebekah looked damn hot.

"Why did you want to be with Matt anyway, you would have broken him in a second?" he asked.

"Are you suggesting that I can't be gentle?"

"No, I'm just saying that maybe you should find someone more… durable."

"Really?" she hummed, clearly she was amused. "And who would that be?"

"Well…"

She raised her eyebrows.

"What would your precious Elena say?"

He grinned and leaned closer, he was drunk, messed up and he needed a distraction. It seemed that she was feeling the same.

"Elena who?"