Chapter 36
Before I go off on a rant, I would like to thank IgnitingFireworks for the beautiful banner she made for this fic. Tis now the cover of this story and if you want to see it fully, it will be in my profile.
Now.
I fucking cannot stand this imbecilic, poorly-written, blasé love-triangle, foul protagonist, sham of a vampire show.
You guys don't understand.
Like, I reaaaaallly hate it.
And yes, adding extra letters to the word 'really' demonstrates my lividity.
I don't even know if this is a review. This is more like a diatribe because every episode just grows more and more idiotic like Delena.
First.
I know last review I said that Kol was going to die. I knew this. We all did. I was at peace with that and was fine with his inevitable demise.
Did I think they would do it the next goddamn episode? NO!
Did I think they would kill him so pussy like? NO?
Kol didn't even take out a damn casualty or twelve.
Bullshit.
Elena just thinks, "Oh letz keehl Kohlz ovur NeeKuhlaus."
WHAT!?
And then had the nerve to say that Klaus wanted this. She is a psychopath. To end two bloodlines just because it benefits you is horrible. I expect that from Klaus because he is the villain, he has to do dastardly things. But Elena is the fucking protagonist. She can't act like that. She wiped out sooo many people like her, people who may not even drink from humans all have to perish for her gain. What the fuck. That's pure evil. And she tries to justify it. At least Klaus can say he's fucked up.
Moron.
Weak ass trick.
And since when did daggers magically stay in tact after you use them? This show has already dug its own grave and is now six feet under.
Next.
Klaroline just makes my entire life-force hurt. Caroline is really become a despicable character to me. I love her so much more when she's not around Klaus.
"Show a little compassion, Klaus, yada yada yada, hypocrisy."
But this is the same girl who isn't going to show Klaus an ounce of remorse when they turn him back into a mortal and kill him. This is the same girl who snidely comments on taking out Kol's dead body and doesn't even care about how Klaus would feel. The same girl who openly manipulates his inkling of care for her just to gain something.
Klaus should've let that bitch die and taunt her in the process. A real OG would've.
"If you don't feed me your blood, I'll die."
"I'm counting on it, love. Now spare me your pity party and make your exit quietly. You're disturbing my reading."
No, I'm not going to write about how much I'm in love with Stefan and how he's the sex. No, I'm not going to talk about how Professor Shane is a lame, lackluster character. No, I'm not going to talk about how much Bonnie is a bad bitch and is my bestest friend. And no, I don't even want to talk about corny-ass Googly Eyes or the lispmeister Klaus.
But I will say...
The fics of Kol are better than he was on television.
Let's look at things on the bright side though.
Maybe they will develop him better in the Original Spinoff coming soon to a television near you.
And if you didn't know about the Mikaelson spinoff...
You betta ask somebody.
C . H . G . F
It was time for Kol to take part in his favorite hobby.
And what perchance was his favorite hobby, you ask?
Killing humans? No. Though he yearned to kill someone already. He wanted to hear someone beg for their life possibly more than he wanted to actually feed from them.
Having sex with slutty women? Hmmm... nope. But that was a close second.
It was time for Kol to belittle his brother, Niklaus!
"Klaus, how's it goin', old bean," Kol said, deliberately making himself sound like a complete ass simply for the sake of getting beneath his brother's skin. And what ugly, thin skin did the hybrid don.
"Kol, here to irk me, I see." Klaus laughed, as if he knew what Kol was up to and decided not to fall into his little trap. Right, he lacked the restraint.
"You're a bright one aren't you?" Kol stepped into their game-parlor, watching as his older brother racked up eight-balls along the green velvet pool table. "Then again, you can't be too bright. You've let Darla scamper away haven't you?"
All Kol had to do was bring up his woman to Niklaus in order for him to become unnerved.
"What are you talking about?"
Interest piqued. Frustration elevating. Kol's plan was coming together nicely.
"Let's not play pretend," Kol said, picking up a few darts so he could fake more interest playing a silly game than pissing off his brother. "What is the phrase that kids today say? Oh yes, word on the street-"
"No one in this decade says that, but I'll humor you."
"-is that Darla no longer wants your sorry ass." The two couldn't have actually believed that Kol hadn't found out about their most recent tiff. The one where Klaus came to apologize and everything went sour because he couldn't handle the new woman she'd become. Kol couldn't get enough of her. Much better than that helpless nerd he once was acquainted with. "Can't say I didn't foresee this coming. I mean, I am me after all. And you're... well, you."
If Kol wasn't mistaken, he could've sworn that he felt the edge of Klaus' pool stick pressed against the back of his ribcage. Had he done what Kol was anticipating then he would've struck his heart.
This was a new world record. It usually took at least ten minutes for Klaus to start delivering death threats. This was done in mere minutes.
Him losing Darla must've really been getting to him.
"Listen to me, you vapid, mental midget-"
"The names, Niklaus. They hurt my feelings. Deeply and truly," Kol laughed. Didn't they learn by now, insults didn't rile him up? Not much did lately.
"Tell me why you're here and leave." There was so much hatred embedded in Klaus' tone, Kol almost felt badly. Awww, the hybrid was having a bad day.
"I don't have to leave. This is just as much as my house as it is yours!" Though Klaus would be long gone soon enough. That plan was coming into fruition quite nicely.
In fact, this little ruse was all a part of it. Kol knew that Klaus was at his wits end and had been snapping on everyone as of lately due to his failing relationship with the girl. That only was further convincing his family to turn their back on the nitwit.
"Really? You played no part in decorating it-"
"You, Bekah, and Elijah didn't allow me to." They never allowed him to partake in much.
"You hardly know your way around here, you didn't put in a nickel to pay for it, and your name isn't on the lease. So I think it fair to say that you're nothing more than a guest. You're a leech. Parasitic."
Kol sighed. Actually sighed. That was a sign of weakness. That his resolve was crumbling. He didn't know what stemmed his sigh. Perhaps it was Klaus' saying he was a guest, because there was some truth within his statement.
Kol was never asked to participate in many family events. It was always Klaus and Bekah or Klaus and Elijah. Hell, sometimes even Elijah and Bekah on a rare occasion. But there was a reason why Kol didn't pay a cent for the house, or why he didn't decorate, or why he didn't even fucking know his way around.
Klaus wasn't the black-sheep.
He was.
"I came here to offer you one last deal." He threw a dart, watching it hit the tiny crimson dot in the center of the board.
Klaus resumed playing his game of pool. "A deal? In regards to what?"
"Whom. Darla."
"Ah, so you want to bribe me to stay away from her. As if you have anything of value to give me."
Little did Klaus know, he did. The only thing Klaus valued, his family. He'd take them all away if he continued toying around with his human. Kol wasn't very fond of Klaus and Darla together as it was, but now that he was causing her nothing but pain, it was time for him to bow out. The only person allowed to toy with the brat was Kol and Kol alone.
He wanted Klaus gone. Sure. But even Kol had an inkling of care for him. He may have buried it away and hid it behind glib remarks and diabolical actions, but he didn't want all of this to happen. There was a part of him that truly wanted Nik to suffer. Hell, it was probably the majority of him that did, but right now, the small percent of him that actually gave a damn was showing. The percent that didn't want to ostracize his brother even if Klaus was giving him no other options.
"Just leave her alone," he whispered, not sounding a bit like the evilly charismatic vampire he was, but dare he say, human. It reminded him of his mortal days when his family unmercifully teased him and he begged for reprieve.
"You're act has really improved over time, but you simply cannot fool someone of my caliber."
The one time Kol wasn't doing something for show was the time Klaus thought he was.
"What's an act?"
"The good behavior," Klaus said. "You've got Darla, hell, even Rebekah and Elijah under your spell. Thinking that you're such a morally upright person now. No. Because the fact of the matter still remains, once you truly have Darla, you're going to go back to the man you once were."
That was the cold, honest truth. He was going to slip back into his natural ways, but Kol couldn't help but feel his blood begin to boil at his brother's foolish words. Klaus was an idiot. Fucking blind. Always had been when it came to family.
Kol right now wasn't even thinking about Darla, but trying to spare his fucking brother.
"This is not solely about Darla. This is about you and I, Nik. Or have you forgotten that, brother? Have you once again let your desires blind you to everything else that's occurring right before your eyes." Kol hated this. Hated speaking like some lowly fucking human-being who let their plebeian emotions guide them.
But here he was, bearing his true feelings to his brother who couldn't have been colder. He expected it. Kol would've done the same in return. Still didn't stop his anger from skyrocketing.
"You know, ever since Henrik died.-"
"Don't you dare speak of Henrik to me."
That did it. Between the both of them he presumed. The mentioning of their fallen brother, Henrik. He knew how Klaus felt about him, he could imagine the guilt he was feeling, but did anyone bother asking Kol, after a fucking thousand years, how he felt over the issue?
Not today, Kol wasn't playing pretend for anyone.
"So this is how we'll continue to honor our brother's memory. By not speaking of him? Pathetic. That's what you and this family are."
They all gallivanted about without a care. Never realizing that Kol may have not been okay. That was but a burden that he had to overcome. Henrik's death, after all these years, still crippled him and Kol couldn't explain why. And as long as he continued to let it weigh him down, the longer Kol would never fully be the monster he wanted to be, because he knew Henrik would detest his actions.
Klaus turned to him, blue eyes set ablaze as he carelessly jolted his pool stick aside. He marched over towards Kol, getting within an arm's reach of him so he could fully let him have it. It was better than nothing. It was better than keeping mum. Silence drove Kol mad.
"The only person pathetic here is you." Klaus didn't seem to care if his words may have irked Kol. He simply spoke his mind, not caring of the repercussions. "Pretending as if you give a damn about Henrik. You're only out for yourself. You always have been. What, you mourned for him about as much as you did Finn. Maybe even less."
Henrik was his fucking best mate! His best. Fucking. Mate. The two were inseparable. Kol not showing emotion upon hearing of his younger brother's death was not out of hatred but shock. And had anyone given a damn about Kol and his wellbeing, then they surely would've asked.
But if they wanted to be truthful, then Kol would serve Klaus his honesty of a silver platter.
"You know, I bet his screams still haunt you. I bet his mangled body that was torn to shreds lingers in your mind when you're alone." Kol laughed, easily switching back into his normal hideous self without a moment's pause. His humanity flicked off whilst his insanity traipsed into the forefront.
Were... were those tears he saw welling in his brothers eyes? How piteable.
"Your insignificance to our family still oppresses you doesn't it?" Klaus snorted. "Because internally you realize that we all wish it were you that had died in place of Henrik or Finn."
He knew that and he didn't fucking care. It was as simple as that. Kol was here to stay. Klaus on the other hand, was as good as gone.
"You know I'll never forgive you for killing him. And neither will Rebekah or Elijah," Kol said. "I know why we don't talk about him. Because his death proves that our father... my father, was correct about you all along. You're a failure to us all. You are and forever will be a useless disappointment."
Before Kol had the privilege of watching his brother's tears fall, Klaus was already ripping Kol's life from him once again.
"Eight ball, right eye-socket," Klaus grit as he smashed the black eight ball Kol hadn't noticed in his hand into his eye, traveling all the way into the back of his skull and out the other way.
Ripping his hand out of Kol's head, Klaus left his brother bloodied on the floor, going on about his day as if nothing ever happened.
It was a death Kol would take gladly.
Because he was going to avenge his family. He was going to avenge Mikael, Esther, Elijah, Finn, Rebekah, and most of all Henrik. For everything Klaus had done to them.
Kol tried to prevent it from happening, but now Klaus had opened the floodgates all on his very own.
Klaus took away Kol's loved ones and it was only fair for him to do the same.
He was the only one capable of doing so.
C . H . G . F
"You look like hell."
Kol opened his eyes to see himself staring into the eyes of his dearest Rebekah.
Thank heavens, she found him lying on the floor. Now he had proof that Klaus was out of his mind.
Wasn't it sad, Kol had just revived and he immediately had to go into his conspiring ways. He couldn't even have a bite to eat first.
"Tell us what transpired between you both."
Kol sat straight up to find that the comment came from his eldest brother, Elijah! Oh, this was getting better and better by the second. Christmas had come earlier for good-boy, Kol.
"He went belligerent," Kol said, becoming perhaps the best actor the likes of them had ever seen. He pretended as if he were truly getting upset, taking in deep breaths, making sure his eyes were overflowing with hurt, and if he could cry, well then the Academy may as well have given him the Oscar right then and there. "He called me insignificant and brought up Henrik. Said that I didn't care about him. That I didn't mourn and grieve as you all did. That his death meant nothing to me and that it should've been me in his place."
While this was all the truth, what Kol was purposefully leaving out was how he baited Klaus into saying it all. Wasn't this just great? He didn't even have to lie.
"How?" Rebekah yelled, her own tears coming before Kol could even make his appear. Wow, this woman was a nutcase. "How could he say something like that?"
"Calm down, Rebekah." Elijah, who Kol always thought was impenetrable, even showed hints of anger. It was undeniable. The way his brow descended to meet his eyes, how his lips were even tighter than usual. Kol's little tightwad of a brother was actually getting passionate about something. "This only proves that our brother has not been acting like himself. Kol, I believe that while you've changed for the better, Niklaus has not."
That's what Kol had been leading you all to believe. Duh!
"I can't believe he's acting like this. He's demeaning us all once again," Bekah cried. "He's learned nothing and hasn't changed in the slightest."
"Unfortunately, I have to agree." Elijah joined Kol on his bed. "Klaus' detached behavior has only worsened."
Frantic and irrational, Rebekah's hands smoothed over her face before running through her hair. "I'm not doing this again. I'm not waiting here for Klaus to stick a dagger in me again. I'm leaving."
And here Kol thought he was the one who would have to sell the I-Want-Klaus-Gone pitch. His family was doing it for him.
"You're not going anywhere. Neither of you are," Elijah said.
"I don't suppose you have a plan for this problem then?" Kol asked, setting up his brother to give him an answer that would make his year.
"I do as a matter of fact." And here came the most beautiful words Kol had ever heard in his entire existence. It made being daggered countlessly and skipping numerous centuries all worthwhile. "Perhaps Klaus needs time to himself. Outside of Mystic Falls."
Kol had done it.
The first domino was knocked over and now all he had to do was revel in the beauty left in its wake.
Klaus was going to be destroyed.
C . H . G . F
Well... Kol most certainly is being mean to his older brother. Shame on you Kol.
Question: Should Klaus' Birthday Soiree be a frat party type of thing or a black tie occasion? I can't decide and I'd like to know which kind of event you'd like seeing. Something like the Mikaelson Ball, or something like the homecoming party Klaus made Tyler throw for his big meet up with Mikael.
Next Chapter: Koarla.
Four chapters left you guys.