Author's Note; Still have no rights to TV or the Covenant.
Read, enjoy then review! Just so you know, I was writing this in a dimly lit room with candles so I could concentrate more and then the postman rang the doorbell and I literally jumped and screamed!
Chapter 38.
He didn't mean for it to happen, losing control at the bar in the town he had called home. It was an accident, pure and simple.
Only it wasn't, was it~? Kol's conscience whispered in his ear, in an "I told you so" tone. Kol shrugged it off, allowing the darker part of his personality to make further excuses for his mass-murdering behaviour. He admitted to himself time after time that he done so well to follow in Stefan's example; those dark few days he had all those weeks ago, Stefan had helped him, Verity had tried her best too, but it wasn't really enough; the darkness lay back down under the surface but consumed him from within.
But his struggle continued, as if there were two of him fighting to the death. The darkness never rested or slumbered. It did not stop.
Kol went to the Grill just to have a drink, to watch people play pool and see their happiness and smiles in the hopes that it would remind him of all he had achieved and let him remember how lived he was by the people who called him family. He wanted that happiness to smother the dark shadows within him and snuff it out as if it were simply a burning candle. In that dimly lit corner he had a view of the entire place, no one could see him unless they strained their eyes, but he could see them, and the fight between the light and the dark battled on inside him, and the dark had finally won.
He silently locked the doors, turned down the lights and started his feast with the bar staff. There was a lingering scent of fear in the air, he could feel it. He could feel the adrenaline running through the sixteen bodies that surrounded him and he revelled in it, allowing the shadows in side of him to consume him so he could consume the people around him.
He had fed greedily on the first three, it was as if he had been starved all of his life, the scent of the blood, the warmth and the taste of it calling out to him; "more, more!" The rest he took his time with, enjoying their individual tastes like they were rare and fine wines. He let the last of his victims, a nerdy and scrawny teenager, fall to the floor and looked around. The realisation of what he done hit him so hard that he gasped and shook and had to hold on to the pool table to keep himself on his feet. He no longer smelled the delicacy of the blood, instead he smelt death and his own fear. What would he do? What could he do? He had broken so many promises in such short time! He had let everyone down. He had let himself down.
His phone broke the silence; it was a message from Stefan saying he needed to see him.
Could Stefan know already? But how?
Kol typed a quick reply and put his phone away. He took one last look at his deathly surroundings and shook himself. He needed to run.
And fast.
This is how he ended up in a cheap motel in New Orleans. The place really was a filthy little dive of a place, but it was thriving and busy with a heavy amount of tourist traffic. Just what they needed to feed at will yet stay inconspicuous.
"What's the plan for tonight?" Stefan asked half-heartedly, slumped in a cheap and patched up arm chair in the dark corner of the room.
"I was just thinking we could pay a visit to that underground bar, I hear a lot of young ladies frequent the joint. And their barely dressed." He replied with a smirk as he stretched out on one of the two double beds.
"How long do you think it'll be until someone catches on to us and figures out what we are?" Stefan stood up and made his way over to the table and chairs near the door, pulling out a bottle of cheap Scotch and opening it.
"You're still worried about witches? What happened to the whole "No humanity road trip" thing?" Kol sat up and looked sternly at Stefan, watching as his friend began to drink straight from the bottle.
"Nothing happened. I just don't want to get run out of town like a rat." Stefan smirked, handing the bottle to Kol.
"That's more like it! I don't think the witches would stand a chance you know, not with your ability to literally rip heads off." This caused Stefan to laugh as he looked out the window at a pair of young men who strutted past.
"I'm in the mood for eating. How about a pair of cocky little pricks?" Stefan asked, not looking at his friend but keeping his on the men.
"Cocky you say? Well, let's do it brother." Kol finished the Scotch and Stefan opened the door.
"Excuse me?" He called out, both men stopped and turned and began to strut over to the door.
"Yeah? What?" Said the taller of the two, clearly he was the Alpha of this paring. Stefan sniffed out the pungent aroma of the marijuana they were carrying, so could Kol.
"I was just wondering if you know where I could score some gear?" Stefan asked, his voice soft so as to lure them closer. The men laughed and the shorter one stepped right up to Stefan.
"I got some, if you're good for the cash that is." He smirked, Stefan nodded.
"How much?"
"Let's say two joints for a fifty."
"Sounds okay to me. But I think my friend, whose the one with the money, will want to drive a harder bargain. You game for a drink?" Stefan asked, if they didn't accept he could always blur outside and push them in through the door.
"When you say drink you better not be talking milk." The taller guy leered.
"We don't do milk here so you're lucks in. We have beer, vodka and bourbon."
"Sounds like we should talk over bottle bourbon my friend." The shorter one smiled and Stefan side stepped away from the door to let them in. Kol simply stayed sitting on the bed smirking. How easily they could lure in their prey without trying here. It wasn't much of a challenge but more like they had a total free reign over their grazing field.
"Take a seat." Stefan gestured to the two men who were unintentionally walking in to a trap. They both sat and looked around, neither was suspicious about their impending deaths. Stefan looked the tallest in the eyes and began to compel him.
"You won't talk, you're going to sit there until I tell you otherwise." Stefan instructed.
"I'll sit here." The man repeated. Stefan nodded and moved on to the next, who was starting to feel a little nervous.
"You'll also sit still and in silence until I tell you to stop." Stefan instructed once again.
"In silence." The short guy said, hypnotised.
Stefan stood up and looked at Kol who opened up another bottle of Scotch.
"Do you think we should spark up?" Asked as he stood next to Stefan, offering him the bottle.
"By the smell of them I'll say they have a cocktail of drugs in their systems, there won't be any need." Stefan took a large swig from the bottle and handed it back to Kol. "Shall we eat now or leave them here for later?"
"I say let's eat now. While they're still ripe." Kol smirked, placing the bottle on the table and leaning in to smell the taller man. "He does smell pretty good." Stefan nodded in agreement.
"Where will we toss them?" He asked. Kol shrugged, not knowing or caring.
"In the street later when it's dark and busy."
"Let's eat." Stefan smiled, his eyes darkening as he let his fangs extend, leaning and biting down hard on his victims neck.