WARNING: This chapter is 'dark'.
"We all go a little mad sometimes." Norman Bates
Kol:
When we arrive at my hideaway, I pull into a secluded spot, shrouded by trees and brush, parking the car. Jumping out of the it, I run around to the passenger side, rip the door open and pull her out. With her ankles and wrists secured, she can't walk so I throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the cabin. Once inside, I carry her down the stairs and throw her in the same room that I brought all my girls to. Just the thought of having another play thing sends chills of ecstasy up my spine. After throwing her down on the bed, I reach into my pocket to grab my switch blade before slicing the zip ties that bind her wrists and ankles.
I smile from ear to ear when I look at her face. Her eyes are filled with abject fear. Raucous laughter erupts from my lips. Using my blade, I gently run it along her thigh causing droplets of blood to form along the path of the blade. The look of terror and pain on her face is enough to make me hard. I grab her hand and press against my junk so I can thrust against it. With my other hand, I take my index finger and run it along the scratch. Licking my lips, I put my finger, coated with her blood into my mouth. I can't help the moan that escapes at the taste of her blood. The iron and copper taste is exquisite. The combination of my thrusts against her hand and her blood on my lips sends me rushing headfirst into a brilliant orgasm. I release her hand from my groin when I feel my knees weaken.
When I open my eyes to stare into her tear filled eyes, I almost loose my shit a second time. Just as I'm about to press my palm to her cheek, she reels back, curling into herself at the head of the bed.
"Sweetheart, don't be shy. I promise I'll get you off too and soon. My other playthings came to enjoy my considerable skills, you will too," I taunt, reveling in the way she pulls herself tighter in a ball. I step out of the room for a few minutes to get her a bottle of water.
"Tsk, Tsk, darling, I'm not entirely uncivilized. Drink." When she shakes her head back and forth, I grab a handful of her hair, pulling it taut. Grabbing the bottle of water, I force it into her mouth and pour it down her throat. Once I let her go, she starts coughing and sputtering. Obviously some of the water went down her trachea instead of her esophagus. After she stops coughing, I grab onto her blouse with my fists, ripping it apart with my bare hands, leaving her only in her bra. I can't help the chill that erupts when I stare at her heaving breasts.
"That's nice," I whisper as I bring my hand up to tease one of her bra clad nipples with my thumb.
"Please stop," she pleads, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Deciding I've played with her enough for the time being, I drop my hand from her bosom. Reaching into my back pocket, I grab the chloroform soaked handkerchief and press it to her face. When her eyes roll back into her head, I lay her down on the bed and straighten out her limbs. Then I take another piece of fabric and use it gag her mouth so she can't scream when she awakens. Oh, I want to hear her scream but not till I'm good and ready. After admiring my handiwork for several minutes, I run upstairs to my room and grab a set of handcuffs. Flicking it on one of her wrists, I secure her to one of the bed posts before pulling her skirt off, leaving her only in her lingerie.
"Good night darling, sleep well," I whisper then pull the door shut behind me. Finally I'm getting my revenge on Salvatore. I wanted Rosemary for a long time. She toyed with me, leading me on, all the while she was cavorting with him. We shared clandestine kisses in the janitor's room and under the bleachers at the school athletic stadium. Yet she refused to give up Salvatore to be with me. She didn't break up with him until Nik broke up with Camille. Instead of choosing to be with me, she chose Niklaus. Shaking my head, anger still fills every nerve in my body when I think about Rosemary.
"Who's getting the last laugh now," I say aloud, my eyes raised towards the ceiling. Now it's my turn. The time to exact revenge on both my decrepit, simpering sap of a brother and Salvatore is finally at hand. Once I get upstairs. I plop down on the couch and put my feet up and close my eyes, a sense of satisfaction heavy on mind as I drift off to sleep.
"Daddy," I say to him as I pull on his pant leg.
"What is it Kol?" my daddy asks me.
"It's momma. She's swinging. Can I swing too?" Daddy stoops down next to me and pushes a tuft of hair out of my eyes.
"Kol, you're four years old. You can use the swing if you take Madeline or Jefferson outside with you."
"But I want to swing like momma is."
"What do you mean 'like momma is'?" daddy asks me.
"Momma is swinging from the ceiling. Come see," I tell him excitedly, grabbing his hand pulling him towards her bedroom with me. When I point to momma swinging from the fan, daddy gasps loudly.
"Why is momma's face purple?"
"Oh my God," he utters softly before running to turn off the ceiling fan switch.
"Come Kol, you can't be in here," he says ushering me out of the room.
Damon:
Ric pulls into the circular drive leading up the Mikaelson mansion. As soon as he stops the car, I jump up and run to the massive oak door. Grabbing the door knocker, I bang it furiously against the wood. In moments, their butler, Jefferson is standing in front of me.
"Can I help you, sir?" he asks, his English accent prominent.
"I need to speak to Mikael," I tell him then barge right past him into the entry way.
"Mikael," I yell aloud. Soon Ric steps in beside me, grabbing onto my shoulder.
"Calm down, Damon. You're not going to help Elena if you lose your head," he cautions.
Taking a deep breath, I nod. Just as I'm about to yell his name again, Mikael steps into the foyer.
"What's going on down here?" he demands to know.
"Where's Kol?" Ric asks.
"Why do you want him?"
"He kidnapped Miss Gilbert," I reply stiffly, trying to keep my temper in check.
"What are you talking about?" he asks incredulously.
"What part of he kidnapped Miss Gilbert don't you understand?" I throw back at him.
"Damon, calm down. You're not earning any points here," Ric scolds, reprimanding me.
"Mikael, Miss Gilbert was kidnapped from the Fry's parking lot. Witnesses place Kol at the scene. Do you know where he is?" Ric asks, lying convincingly.
"I have no idea where he is. My son is not some common kidnapper," he says, clearly affronted.
"Will you give us permission to look at his room? I will get a warrant if I have to but it'll save time if you let us have a look."
"I have nothing to hide. Follow me," he says, gesturing for Ric and me to follow him upstairs.
Kol:
Rubbing my hands together gleefully, I grab my scissors and enter her room. She's still unconscious from the chloroform so I take my scissors in hand and clip a long strand of her hair. Carefully, I smooth it out, closing my eyes as I caress that single strand of hair lovingly. Reaching into my pocket, I take a tiny rubber band and tie one end of the strand. Then I begin to braid it, securing it with an orange ribbon once I reach the end of the strand. This will make a splendid addition to my collection.
Exhaling deeply, I can't control my urges so I take my hand and begin to caress her bare thighs, teasing the apex when I stick a finger just inside her panties. Pulling them aside, I take my scissors and clip a few of those hairs for my collection too. When I hear whimpering from beneath the gag, I raise my eyes to her face, feeling the chill of ecstasy when again her eyes betray her fear. My appetite for this girl is just too strong so I push her panties aside again and start by grabbing a few pubic hairs, pulling them out. She starts thrashing her legs, trying to knock me off of her.
"Oh Miss Gilbert, you're no match for me," I seethe. Carefully I lay my precious braid aside. With my attention turned, she kicks me in the face. Without even thinking, I backhand her, hearing the crack of her jaw as my hand makes contact. Her eyes roll back into her head allowing me to grab another couple sets of handcuffs to secure each ankle to a bedpost, leaving only one of her arms free... For now that is...
Damon:
Mikael leads us up three flights of stairs till we finally reach the attic. Standing back, I widen my eyes when Mikael reaches up and pulls a staircase down, motioning for us to go up.
Incredulous, I ask, "This is Kol's room?"
"He likes his privacy."
"Don't you find it the least bit odd that he chose an attic when you have so many luxury rooms in your house?" I ask, still dumbfounded.
Once we step inside, the room is eerie. It's dark and has black light posters on the walls with lava lamps scattered throughout the room. The curtains are black as is his bedding. Taking in the room, I jump back when I see a terrarium housing a live snake. "What kind of a snake is this?" I ask, unable to take my eyes from it.
"I wasn't aware that he had a snake up here," Mikael replies, his eyes wide.
"Do we have your permission to look around, Mikael?" Ric asks.
"Yes, you can look around but don't trash the place. I need to call animal control about that reptile," he shivers.
"I'm going downstairs. Please inform me when you leave." After I nod, I turn my eyes back to the snake till I hear Mikael's footsteps going down the stairs. Carefully and methodically Ric and I go through every drawer but come up empty handed. Ric moves to his closet and begins to go through every pocket of every shirt, jacket, pair of trousers hanging in on the rack. I start moving the picture frames to see if I can find a safe, a secret hiding place, anything.
"Damon, come here," I hear Ric's voice. When I walk into the closet, I can't see him. I startle suddenly when I feel a hand around my ankle.
"Here," he says from below the floor of the closet. Lowering myself down into the crawlspace, I'm aghast at what I find. My mouth hangs open as I take in the place. There are newspaper clipping covering the walls. The clippings are all related to the missing girls, their pictures scattered amongst the clippings.
"Oh my God," Ric utters.
"What is it?" I ask, my eyes still fixed on the wall clippings. As cops we always have a pair or two of rubber gloves in our pocket. After we each slip on a pair, he shoves a photo album into my hands. I give him a confused look before opening it up. My knees weaken when I see that he has pictures of the dead girls, nude and posed for his sick pictures.
"He's psychotic," I whisper.
"Oh God, we have to find him, he has Elena," I utter, my knees weaken as I drop into the lone chair in the room. Swallowing back the bile in my throat, "Get Brady and a forensics team over here. We need to go and speak to Mikael," I utter, shakily standing up.
"Damon?" he asks, his voice trailing. I turn to look at him as he carefully lifts a box that was sitting beneath the chair I'm sitting on. When he opens the box, he finds a gun inside. Using his pen, he lifts it at the trigger to see that there are more clippings on the inside.
"What is it?"
"These are clipping from your dad's shooting," he tells me, disbelief evident in the tone of his voice.
"Do you think this is the weapon that crippled my dad?"
"The bullets from his ambush are still in his case file aren't they?"
"Yeah. Oh Christ, if the ballistics match, that means he shot my dad?" I mumble, utterly dumbfounded.
"Come on, Let's go talk to Mikael," Ric says, urging me out of the crawlspace.
Kol:
"Dr. Manlowe?" I hear my father greet the man at the door. When he directs the man into the study, I stealthily tip toe behind them, putting my ear to the door so I can hear what father wants to talk to him about.
"How can I help you, Mr. Mikaelson?"
"It's my son, Kol. He needs help." With my curiosity piqued, I can't help but to continue to eavesdrop when I hear father say my name.
"Why do you think he needs help?"
"He's cruel. I've seen him pull the wings off flies. He also catches butterflies and pulls their wings off of them. I seen him with his hands around the dog's neck, literally strangling the life out of it. What's even more scary is the smile he had on his face when I stopped him. I had to give the dog away for fear he'd kill it," father reveals, his voice choked with emotion.
"Did you ask him why he wanted to hurt your family pet?"
"I was in shock. He said he wanted to see if it's face would get puffy and purple like his mother's did."
"His mother?"
"My wife suffered from severe post partum psychosis. I caught her trying to smother him when he was an infant. She spent two years in an asylum. For a long time, Esther put on a good act, saying that everything was okay again. When Kol was four, she hung herself from a ceiling fan. Kol found her."
"Do you know if there was any other mental illness in your wife's family?"
"I believe Esther's grandmother was schizophrenic. I never met the woman. She was institutionalized till the day she died."
"Mr. Mikaelson, I will try to help your son. When I get back to my office, I'll arrange an appointment. My secretary will give you a call with the date and time."
"Soon, please Dr. Manlowe," my father asks almost pleading with the man.
"Yes, it'll be very soon. Good day, Mr. Mikaelson," the Dr. says then steps out of his study barely giving me time to conceal my presence.
"Woo hoo, Elena, wake up," I sing song, prodding her with my fingers. A shudder of excitement surges through me when she awakens, her eyes widening in fear as she struggles against the handcuffs that have her secured firmly to the bed.
"Tsk, tsk, darling. You're trussed up, all wanton and waiting for me," I tease her as I stroke a finger up her thigh. Using her one free arm, she stops my hand as it gets close to her warmth. Unable to speak because the gag is still in her mouth, I raise my eyebrows at her suggestively, easily pulling her hand off of mine.
"You don't like that? I thought all women liked to be fondled," I smirk, once again using my finger to trail up her thigh. Although futile, she continues to try to struggle, the terror in her eyes is enough to make me hard again. Deciding against torturing her anymore right now, I take my fingers off of her body as I stare at her heaving bosom. Pulling up a chair, I plop down next to her, lifting my legs to settle them on top of hers.
"Do you want to hear a story?" I ask, a heady smile forming on my lips. When her eyebrows clench for just a moment, I taunt, "Ah, you're curious. You want to hear my story. Let me tell you about Marjorie...
"Harder Kol," she screams digging her fingernails into my behind as I thrust into her. Repulsed by the look on her face, I pull out and flip her over, pressing her face into the mattress as I push in again from behind, taking her hard and deep.
"More, harder," she pants. "I'm almost there..."
When I start tweaking her clit with my hand, she screams aloud, her body shuddering violently. I pull out and roll her over and climb up her body. As if possessed by some unknown force, I stick my dick in her throat and start thrusting as hard as I can. When I finally reach my release, I collapse on top of her. When I raise up, I see Satan himself leering at me. Knowing I have to save myself, I take my bare hands and wrap them around her neck, squeezing as hard as I can. Her eyes are bulging as she makes a futile attempt to pry my hands from her throat. I continue to squeeze till her hands drop to her sides at the same time I see the life drain from her eyes.
"Dear old Marjorie...," I wax sentimentally.
"She taught me everything I know," I admit, shaking my head as I fondly reminisce about my first one.
Damon:
"Mikael, did you know about any of this?" I don't know why I'm asking. It's obvious by the look on his face that he knew nothing of Kol's secret lair.
"I swear, I didn't know?" he answers, shocked. For all of his usual bluster, the man seems truly distraught.
"When my wife killed herself, Kol was the one who found her. I knew he had some emotional problems. I tried to get him help," he admits, his voice filled with anguish, without a hint of his usual arrogance.
"I'm sorry Mikael. Do you have any idea where he might be hiding with Miss Gilbert? Can you tell us anything?"
All he can do is shake his head back and forth. "I'm so sorry, I tried to help him," he replies, his mouth hanging open in shock.
"Mikael, I know this is shocking. But we can still save Elena. Can you give us anything?" Ric pleads.
"Kol isn't close to either of his brothers. But you could ask Niklaus and Elijah. Maybe they know something about a hiding place. Lord knows, he never confided in me. I don't know anything, I swear to you."
"A forensics team is on their way over here. Will you allow them to comb through his room or do we need to get a warrant?" Ric asks.
"I want you to get a warrant. He's going to need a good defense attorney. You have my word I won't disturb anything in that room," he assures us.
"All right. Come on Damon. Let's go talk to Nik," he says, nudging me out of the mansion.
Kol:
"Darling, I have something to show you," I tell her practically bouncing when I step into her room again, my precious keepsake box in hand. I pull the chair up beside her. Carefully, I caress the velvety texture of it. Just holding it in my hands is enough to get me off. I raise myself up once. Taking a deep breath, I tamper down my lust so I can show my 'guest' my box of goodies.
I raise my eyes to her flirtatiously before gently opening up it up. My eye widen in wonderment each and every time I look inside. Slowly, I inch open the lid. Contained in it are my most prized possessions. Reaching inside, I pick one, the one with the black ribbon. "Do you see this one?" I ask as I run my fingers delicately over the braid. I turn my eyes to my captive, raising my brows provocatively.
"This one is Marjorie," I show her, dangling it provocatively from my fingertips so she can get a good look. With care, I put it back in my box before lifting out the one with the yellow ribbon.
"And this one, this one is Rosemary. She strung me along till Nik was a free man. Then she dropped me to cavort with him," I smile, running my tongue over my lips. After showing all of them to her, I pick up the last one, the newest one. The one with the orange ribbon.
"This one," I pant, raising my hips, simulating a thrust. "This one is yours," I whisper breathlessly, caressing it lovingly before turning my eyes to her panic stricken ones.
"Oh yes darling, I have the most excellent plans for you," I taunt... licking my lips appreciatively. After carefully setting the box on the floor, I reach inside my pocket to grab my switchblade, opening it before slowly bringing it closer to her bare flesh..
'There's no escape now; no mercy no more; no remorse cause I still remember; the smile when you tore me apart'
Lyrics: 'Angels' by 'Within Temptation'.
I really tried to get inside the mind of someone suffering from paranoid schizophrenia in this chapter. It was a challenge to write this believe me. Thank you Eva for everything and for supporting me through this difficult chapter. You truly inspire me to write better.
I'm giving you a Labor Day chapter. Enjoy your holiday. I got put on call last night but then an hour after my shift normally started, they called me to come to work. *boo*... I got three admits at the same time so I was very busy.
Thank you so much all of you that have followed along with me on this story. Thank you for your reviews. I'm grateful and you all inspire me with your kind words. We're nearing the conclusion but there is still a little bit of this story left to tell.
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I have to go back to work in just a few hours and my body is starting to circle the drain so I'm going to bed now. Again I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and week ahead. I'll see you again this weekend.