Pairing: Klaus/Kol (M/m) hand, slipper, cane
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mikaelson Compound
March 1913
Mid-Morning
Kol's Room
"Kol, I am going to get you one more chance to come clean and tell me where the brush is," Klaus said firmly hovering behind Kol. Kol was malingering in the corner and expecting Klaus to drag him out any moment to thrash him.
"Brother, I told you, I do not know," Kol repeated. He did not know where he had encouraged Rebekah to have the servants' children stash the cursed thing. Who ever knew that a witch could enchant a hair brush to stop supernatural healing? Servants of nature, indeed!
"Are you lying to me?" Klaus asked in a deceptively soft voice.
Kol turned to look at his older brother, "No, Niklaus, I am telling you the truth. Truly." It felt good not to be lying. Klaus looked relieved.
"Fine, then. Come on. Let us talk. Elijah is still looking for his good razor that you like to borrow. Perhaps you could find that for him? As for the bourbon, I was going to pass that along as a gift for the leader of the human faction's birthday celebration. It is hard to come by. Now, I have no gift for the gala tonight," Klaus said anxiously.
Klaus' blue-green eyes flashed around the room. The Mikaelsons had to present the perfect gift, something grand. That bottle of bourbon had been perfect. Klaus could have kicked himself for not hiding it better.
"I am sorry, Nik. I shall give Elijah his razor back. I should not have drank the bourbon. It was foolish of me. Can I try to replace it for you? Another brand perhaps?" Kol offered.
"Nay, you are restricted to the house until further notice. I need to go back out and find a gift right now," Klaus clarified.
"I could go with you? So you are not going to take that stick to me?" Kol asked with caution. He did not want to remind his brother of his earlier threat, yet he also did not want to wait all day and then get caught unaware. Kol did not even think Nik had a stick, but he was sure Elijah had something nasty handy and hidden somewhere.
"I do not even have the time or energy to punish you. Stay here at the house and return Elijah's items to him. And I do not want to catch you drinking any spirits either! Do you understand?" Klaus said sternly.
"Yes, Brother. I was supposed to go back to Pastor Hassleback's today. I think I saw a lovely young witch there hiding among the populace. I wanted to check it out further, " Kol mused.
"Good Lord, Kol, you and witches! Forget her. You are being punished. Now do what I asked you to before I change my mind and whip you anyway before I leave," Klaus warned.
Kol's face fell, "Nik, are you very angry with me? I am sorry about the bourbon, I did not know it was a gift."
Klaus exhaled, "I am a little vexed with you in truth. You do not respect other people's property. Does anyone else go through your belongings the way you pilfer through ours constantly?"
"No, sir. None of you touch my things," Kol admitted. Now, he felt worse. Half the time he was bored, the other half he was looking for trouble. He knew every inch of this house, including most of the hiding spots. Most, not all. It was after all, a huge house.
"I need to go now. We can talk later. No, I am not that angry," Klaus said as he suddenly hugged Kol and kissed him on the forehead. This was a gesture that Klaus usually saved for Marcellus. Kol did not deserve a reprieve today, he knew in his slow beating heart.
"Thank you, Nik. I will make it up to you," Kol whispered unable to look his brother in the eyes.
Klaus was surprised at how sorry Kol seemed, maybe he had been too hard on him. After all, his brother had almost been lost to them on the river boat just a short time before.
"Just fetch Elijah's things and then go to your room. I mean it, Kol. No shenanigans, okay?" Klaus said as he smoothed back Kol's hair.
Kol nodded, he didn't want to start lying to Nik now at this point in the conversation. But he had to make up his mistake to his brother, damn the consequences.
Elijah's Room
Klaus left shortly after and Elijah was investigating some missing person as the dock. A representative from the witches had sought his insight. They must have been in dire need to come to the vampires for help, but Elijah went as a show of good faith.
Marcel found Kol in Elijah's room putting back his razor set on the stand.
"So Papa didn't give you a hiding?" Marcel asked in confusion.
"Nay, Papa," Kol answered in a sarcastic voice, "did not carry through with his threats of misguided violence. He believed me." Kol said the last part with a measure of pride.
"But hiding the brush was all your idea," Marcel pointed out.
"So? He does not know that. What is your bloody point, Marcellus?" Kol spat, irritated by the younger vampire following him around.
"Are we not going to help the Pastor today? Hassleback said he needed up this afternoon more than ever. And I thought you wanted to check and see if that witch was still there," Marcel reminded him.
"I decided that I need to do somethings around the house today," Kol said causally.
"Around the house?" Marcel grinned. He knew Kol never stayed home unless he had to.
"You are on restriction, are you not? Well, you best get to your room, little boy," Marcel teased.
Kol vamped and pushed Marcel up against the wall hard, a framed watercolor picture of a women in a garden fell. It shattered on the floor.
"Do not push me today, Marcellus! I am not in the mood. Now, clean that up!" Kol concluded. He vamped out of the room and away.
Rebekah heard the crash and came in.
"What in the devil happened? Is the plaster cracked?" Rebekah asked in horror.
"I might have pushed Kol too far. Help me clean this up?" Marcel said straightening his shirt and jacket.
"He's a brute. Are you alright? Nik ought to have just given him a sound hiding. You know how Kol gets when he feels guilty! He acts up until he finally gets the punishment he ought to have received in the first place. If he was not my older brother, I swear, Marcel, I would...," Rebekah drifted off as she gathering up the glass. She called for the maid to finish.
The crack in the wall was small, maybe Elijah would not notice?
"Hey, how would you like to go the church with me today? Pastor Hassleback is having an event today for those poor souls whose tenements burned in that fire last week. Kol was supposed to go, but Papa restricted him to the house today," Marcel noted.
"Restricted to the house? Then why did I just hear Kol leave the house?" Rebekah asked sharply.
Marcel winced, "He did not...He is just digging himself in deep. What do you think he is up to?"
"Marcel, Kol is on his own today. He had no business roughing you up. Are you sure you are alright?" Rebekah fussed.
Marcel let her kiss him, "I might be a little injured. Can you perhaps check me a little closer?" He forgot about volunteering. It was not often they had the house to themselves. They planned to make the most of it.
French Quarter
Kol went to a little gentleman's club called Miss Rosalie's where they catered to wealthy man who liked beautiful women and the finest spirits available. The barkeep was a rough looking woman named Rosalie who looked to be in her late 40s and chain smoked cigars. Her teeth were yellowed, but her eyes were sharp and intelligent. She had been a working girl at Storyvillle years ago, but now was on her own boss. She ran the bar area aside from the brothel. Kol had met her many years ago, she was a better bartender, as she had a talent for making new drink recipes that caught on in the area.
"Hello, cher, you are here early? Something the matter?" Rosalie said putting down the rag she was using to clean the bar. She poured Kol a drink. He could smell the gin, but wasn't sure what else was in it.
"No, Miss Rosalie, but I am looking for a rare item. I can pay. Do you know where I can get a bottle of Belmont Straight Bourbon whiskey?" Kol asked putting down several bills on the table. He sipped the drink. Not bad.
"Oh, Mr. Kol, that is a rare item. We don't get too many orders from Kentucky. I know a gentleman who collects that, but he does not sell to anyone. It is a private collection. How about a bottle of Old Crow? It will cost you, but it's just as good," Rosalie offered. She knew Kol was a vampire, but not that he was an Original. He had compelled her many years ago not to care. She would never tell anyone.
"Merci, but it must be Belmont. It's for a gift. Can I have the address please?" Kol smiled. Many years ago, he cringed to recall how beautiful Rosalie was. God, maybe he should have turned her, but who would have thought how cruel the years and those cigars would be to her looks.
"Have time for a tumble? Like old times? I would be more like to give you address for free!" Rosalie heckled.
Kol laughed along with her, "No time today, luv. Maybe I could swing back later, though? Say, what is in the drink?"
"It's called a virgin: One-third of French Vermouth, two-thirds of Plymouth Gin, Frappe. Neither one of us has been a virgin for a very long time, eh?" Rosalie guffawed as she scrawled out the address on a scrap of paper.
"Indeed, luv. Thank you for this. Here's for your trouble!" Kol said adding more bills to the pile. He could afford to be generous. He had found Elijah's stash of cash hidden behind a loose brick in the fireplace in his room this morning right before he returned his razor.
"Come back tonight. They are having a special party tonight, only for high rollers. New girls coming in and all," Rosalie promised.
"Aye, maybe tonight?" Kol considered. After all, if he did this for Nik, maybe they could come back together after the dull birthday party for the faction leader.
When Kol said the address, his heart caught in his chest. It was the home of Pastor Hassleback's late brother, in which the current pastor now resided. He had messed with the wolves and been taken down. The first pastor had been a collector of rare spirits before that. The current pastor lived in that house now. How would Kol sneak in without detection? Maybe, if he was clever about it, he wouldn't have to. He could go in, get the bourbon and leave without an issue.
Kol pasted his best fake smile on his face and decided to be the good volunteer after all. He checked his watch. If he did this quickly, he could be back before Nik and then maybe get back for the little party at the club. That would only happen if he could get back in his brothers' good graces.
Kol made his way to the church and found the pastor in the crowd, "Pastor, I apologize for the late hour. I was detained by business." The pastor laughed to think that a lad of 17 had business in the city. He liked Kol, but the boy tended to put on airs, as did the children of the very rich.
"Oh, Marcel said you were on restriction, young master! Are you sure you are permitted to be here? I do not want you to get another good lathering on my account," the pastor rejoined with a jolly smile. Kol and Marcel had already been strapped once at the church in the pastor's office.
Kol's fake smile faltered, "Marcellus is here?" He had assumed that Marcel and Rebekah would take advantage to the having an empty house to do what they did when they had an empty house. He chose not to think more into it.
"Right over there, with your lovely sister. I see now why you have been hiding her. A rare beauty!" Pastor Hassleback pronounced loudly. Sure enough, Kol soon spotted Marcel with his little sister helping a group of parishioners find matching clothes.
"Aye, she is. Ah, Pastor, my brother has entrusted me to give you a large donation. May I drop this off at your home? It is a bit much to give to you here. I would not want you robbed on the street. Too many have had their throats cut for less in this dastardly side of the city," Kol reached.
"Oh, we have a safe here for valuables. But that is very kind of your brother. God has blessed us with much to help the poor this week," Pastor Hassleback shared.
Bullocks! Kol thought. He took a wad of cash from the money he borrowed from Elijah and shoved it in the Pastor's outstretched hand.
"Actually, Pastor, I am on restriction. Please do not share you saw me here," Kol chuckled nervously.
"Well, I cannot lie, but I will not announce it. Be on the move, young sir. I feel like God will protect you for your generous donation. Thank you for bringing it," the Pastor said as he turned to answer another question. Kol slipped away without being seen by his sister and Marcel.
The family home was next door to the church. As a vampire, Kol could not slip in. He waited at the gate until he saw a servant come out.
"Good sir, a word, if you please," Kol called to the old man.
"I am very busy, young man. Be on your way!" the man retorted.
"You will go fetch me a bottle of Belmont Straight Bourbon whiskey in the house. Do you know where that is?" Kol compelled the gray haired gentleman.
"Yes, of course. The old master bought it at a great cost. I will fetch it," the man said walking off to do Kol's bidding.
"Be quick about it," Kol snapped as he leaned again the fence. He looked around. He wondered if he could find someone to feed off of as he waited. He walked to the kitchen garden. Basil, sage, dill, and bloody hell! Vervain!
Kol turned to find the eyes of the witch he had seen from the other night peering into his eyes.
"Vampire, you are not welcome here. What do you want with this bourbon?" the blond girl pressed.
"Witch, who are you to question me? I doubt the good pastor knows he is harboring a servant of nature at his good Christian home," Kol quipped back.
"He does not, but I am a very good cook and men tend to think through their stomachs. I will ask you again, vampire, what do you want with the liquor," the witch asked sharply. She chanted some words in Latin. She wiped her hands on her apron as she chanted. She didn't have time for this, the Pastor like to have a big lunch and he was due home shortly.
Kol found himself spewing out the truth, "I stole and drank a bottle of it from my brother. It was a gift and now my brother is angry at me. I feel terrible and this is the other other bottle I could find in the city."
The witch smiled wryly, "How naughty of you! And a monster of the night with a conscious? I thought most of you turned off your emotions and feel only bloodlust."
"We do sometimes. And I am a monster. But I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. What is your name, luv?" Kol asked.
"Helene Romero. And you, sir?" Helene asked coyly. Her almost white blond hair was tied up in a rag upon her head, but nothing could hide her beauty.
"Kol Mikaelson, it is a pleasure," Kol said trying to kiss her hand. She recoiled.
"I've heard of you, sir," Helene said fearfully.
"Where is your coven?" Kol pressed.
"That's none of your concern," Helene said glancing back to the house.
"You're in hiding. I can help you. I am a friend to witches," Kol promised.
"That's not what I hear. We all know what happened in the French Quarter coven. I will make you a deal. I'll get you the bottle if you forget that you've ever seen me," Helene said, her blue eyes piercing through him.
Kol was torn, making up with his brother or helping this beautiful witch?
"I cannot forget you, luv, even if I tried," Kol confessed.
"But you must," Helene whispered. She chanted more words and Kol blinked. He looked around and found the bottle he sought on the ground in front of him. The bourbon!
Kol looked around in confusion, "Now where the devil did that come from?" Kol took the bottle and raced home before Nik got home.
Elijah's Study
"This is what happens when you do not follow through with the children, Niklaus!" Elijah lectured.
"He's not a child! He was sorry about it all, Elijah. He was, I swear it," Klaus thundered.
"He disobeyed you again and stole money from me. Niklaus, we need to be firmer with Kol when he acts like this. He is forever testing us to see if we will reign him in, to see if we care," Elijah continued as he looked over the dossier he had on the investigation he was assisting on.
"Elijah, he knows we care! But if he needs me to show him that, I will show him when he gets home, whenever the hell that will be," Klaus spluttered. He was angry and frustrated. He had had no luck finding a gift for the gala tonight.
"I am listening, Brother, but there are other problems in the city. Another child was kidnapped by the dock, the city commissioner is at a loss," Elijah said making a small notation on a map.
"That's awful, but what problem is that of ours?" Klaus said throwing himself down on the chair. He could use a drink now, but it was a tad early in the day even for him.
"The problem is that the first child was that of a witch, a member of the Gentilly coven. The second child was Ninth Ward...They have tried all manner of locator spells and rituals, nothing. It is disturbing. The parents were lured out to the docks in the middle of the night and no one knows why," Elijah said.
Both Original vampires heard the door open. Elijah closed the dossier and went to a secret panel in his study cupboard. He turned and produced a bamboo cane.
"What is that?" Klaus asked in trepidation.
"You threatened him with a whipping. Maybe a few licks at the end of a hiding would do him some good?" Elijah offered.
"I was bluffing," Klaus said in a low growl. "Why does he always have to test me so?"
"Because he's our brother. Now go take care of him, Niklaus. Just a couple lashes with that cane will make an impression. He put him under restriction and he absconded. He needs a stronger punishment," Elijah explained carefully standing and putting the slim instrument in his younger brother's hand.
Klaus nodded and took it. He hated this, but he knew Kol needed to be taught a lesson.
Kol went to his room directly. He knew both his brothers were home and he didn't fancy getting another spanking in the parlor or worse in the courtyard in front of the servant's prying eyes.
Klaus came in with the cane behind his back.
"Nik, before you beat me, can I explain?" Kol tried.
Klaus made a point to lean the bamboo cane against the dresser and pulled out an armless chair near Kol's bed. "Of course, by all means, little Brother. I am eager to hear why you disobeyed me and stole money from Elijah while you were being punished."
Kol pulled out the bottle of bourbon, "I felt badly. Is this the right bottle? I was a little knackered after I consumed the entire last one."
Klaus took the bottle, "Aye, this is exactly it. Baby Brother, this is exactly it. Do I even want to know what you had to do to get this?"
"Nay, you do not. Truth be told, it is a touch blurry. But Nik, do you really need to whip me?" Kol's courage faltered at the sight of the cane.
Klaus looked at Kol with sadness, "I think we both know the answer to that, Kol. Why don't you change into your night clothes? You are going to be spending the day in your room after."
"All day, Brother? And a whipping?" Kol whined.
"Kol," Klaus warned in a low tone.
"I am changing," Kol said as stripped off his jacket and took off his shoes.
"I will go put this away and give you a minute. Thank you, Kol. I do appreciate the gesture," Klaus said taking the bourbon and giving his brother some privacy. He put the bottle in his own bedroom and grabbed a glass jar of some soothing cream. He imagined the cane would leave red stripes on his brother. Even if it was only for a short time, the thought disturbed him. Kol also wasn't good about feeding early in the morning, he preferred to feed on his prey late in the darkness, like a true creature of the night.
Klaus came back in and found Kol in his pajamas sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up to his chin.
"You look like a boy right now, Brother," Klaus said tenderly.
"I feel like a boy about to get punished. Hmm, I wonder why... Though when we were human, we never had to wait like this for justice to be meted out, eh?" Kol smiled slightly.
"Nay, justice was doled out where it was needed in front of any damn person who happened to be standing around gaping," Klaus remarked. He sat on the chair procrastinating what he had to do. It crossed his mind that maybe Elijah would come to his aid.
"By any damn person, too. Remember that nosey neighbor, what was her name Egwen, who always accused us of stealing her pies! She whipped me about five times before I learned a spell to make her forget she saw me," Kol laughed.
"We did steal her pies! She was a pain in the arse, but those meat pies were fabulous. Completely worth that hiding Mother gave us after the hefty lady finally marched us there by our ear lobes," Klaus remembered.
"Just our luck, Mother was at the bloody market, eh? How do you think old fat Egwen knew where to find her? We sure as hell did not tell her," Kol wondered.
"Probably Finn. He did warn us off of pie stealing a time before we got caught, not that I think of it. He always liked to get in Mother's favor by making us look like ruffians," Klaus suggested.
"We were ruffians, I suppose. At least when Father was off raiding. Elijah must have been off chasing that girl eh, the widow, well, before she became a widow...," Kol drifted.
"Let us not rehash that. I would rather take another beating in the marketplace that remember that little romantic debacle," Klaus mused. He glanced at the door, Elijah was not coming.
Kol followed his glance and realized that the time for talking was over.
"No more time to waste, Kol. Shall we?" Klaus said indicating for Kol to come over to him.
Kol groaned and crawled over to the edge of the bed. He got up and stood by Klaus' side.
"Come now, no time for foolishness," Klaus insisted.
"But you are going to whip me, Nik!" Kol argued.
"If I have to fetch you, I am going to have a much harsher conversation with you," Klaus reminded him.
"But you know I am sorry. If thrashing me worked, you would not have to do it so very often!" Kol tried, moving back.
"One, if I shall get to three, I will spank you again tomorrow morning, too. Two, it will also be without the benefit of your trousers...," Klaus warned menacingly.
Kol made another whining sound in his throat, "Nikkkk," But he came closer and let Klaus put him over his lap. Kol felt Klaus' hand thighs pressing against his stomach and grabbed on to his leg for support.
Slap! Kol felt a hard first whack strike him across both cheeks. It drove him further forward on his brother's lap and he braced himself.
Whack. Kol braced himself on the floor, his fingers digging into his fine carpet. At this angle, his feet were barely brushing the floor.
Crack! Klaus was walloping him in the same spot with heavy swats.
"Brother, this is a bit much. It was a bottle of bourbon. I replaced it, no?" Kol pleaded.
"Aye, you did, but it was naughty for you to take things that did not belong to you. No more snooping and no more taking other's things," Klaus lectured as he continued to spank the squirming rear end in front of him.
"I will not. I sweat it. I am sorry," Kol yelped as Klaus began to pepper Kol's sit spots with harder smacks. Swat! Swat! Swat!
"You will not. You know, for someone who complains that spanking does not benefit him, it seems to be the only way we can make a point with you, young man. You will replace Elijah's money and work off the difference," Klaus said as he whacked Kol's bottom all over for another circuit.
"Work?" Kol squeaked in shock. Crack. Crack.
"Yes, as in chores. You know on the servants' day off, well, you will start to help out around here. It will do you some good. You know that the rest of us pitch in whist you drink, smoke, and make rude jests about Elijah," Klaus stated.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"But I amuse all of you," Kol yapped. "I help your labors go fast. Bloody hell, Nik. It burns."
Kol was ready beginning to kick and shift around quite a bit. He considered giving him three strips across the backside with the cane and being done with it, but Klaus knew he had barely scratched the surface. Klaus hand was smarting and aching. He paused.
Kol took a deep breath. In no way did he consider his brother to be even close to being done.
Klaus whispered, "Up a moment." Kol popped up and immediately went to rub his backside as Klaus went to get the cream he had brought with him. Under Kol's bed, Klaus spotted his bedroom slippers. He hefted one and set it aside.
"No rubbing, Brother. Now trousers down," Klaus demanded. He pulled down the covers on the bed and sat on it. Kol pulled his pajama pants down to his knees and let Klaus lean him over his lap again. Kol's feet were on the floor and his upper body was on his bed. Klaus gave Kol a pillow to hold and support his head.
Klaus tugged down Kol's drawers to bare his backside, "Still a blank canvas."
"Nik, could you not refer to my arse, please. Not to make *whap*...What is that?" Kol said twisting to see his brother holding his slipper. He felt the cooler air over his bare skin and shivered. He was scared now, but his brother was ready for his panic and held Kol down with his left hand.
"It's been a while since you got a right good slippering and I already wore out my hand over your pajama pants, so here we are," Klaus said continuing the whacking. Whap! Whap!
"Ouch! Damn. Okay! Stop!" Kol begged as he wiggling and tried to crawl off Klaus' lap.
"Stay still. Quit squirming, the backside you do not want to discuss is hardly pink. Think of this smacking the next time you get bored and start searching our rooms," Klaus scolded.
Whap! Whap!
"I willl. Owwwww, Not there," Kol broke into tears as the slipper continued to assault his backside and the top of his thighs. Klaus' left arm was stronger than an iron bar pinning him in place. There was no escape until his brother decided he had been spanked enough. That he was sorry enough.
Whap! Whap!
"There, there," Klaus said still swatting him with the slipper from cheek to cheek. Tap. Tap. Whap! Whap! Now Kol's bottom was a rosy pink with some red spots.
"Kol, I have some cream I am going to put on, before the cane. Almost done, Brother. Let it out," Klaus said softly as Kol cried. Kol griped the pillow and hid his face in it. Klaus smoothed the cream over Kol's swollen backside gently. He felt like Kol had learned his lesson, almost.
"Over the bed now," Klaus said helping his brother into position. Kol's drawers and pajama bottoms were at his ankles. Klaus almost wanted to give Kol more time to heal, but he also wanted to give get it over with. He heard Kol's crying and it was hard to hear.
Klaus went over and picked up the bamboo cane where he had leaned it. He couldn't do it. Klaus set the stick on the dresser and mumbled to Kol that he would be back.
Klaus vamped to Elijah's room.
"Brother," Klaus gasped. "I need you."
"Oh Niklaus, a few swipes will not break him," Elijah replied.
"Please," Klaus repeated.
Elijah nodded and followed Klaus back to Kol's room. When he opened the door to find Kol still bent over the bed, he cast a reproving look at Niklaus. Klaus handed Elijah the cane and stood back and crossed his arms.
Elijah took the stick and went over to Kol.
"Kol, I wanted to have a little talk with you about what you have been doing. You know if you need something you can come to us and we will get it for you. But you are not to steal or borrow things without permission. You were warned if you did it again, you'd get whipped. Correct?" Elijah said sitting on the bed. He patted his back lightly.
"Aye, Elijah. I am sorry. Please do not do this. Niklaus?" Kol called out.
Klaus vamped over, "I am here, Brother."
Elijah stood, "Kol, Niklaus will help you stay in place."
Swish! Elijah brought down the cane firmly after tapping it a few times across Kol's cheeks.
"Aww," Kol heard himself exclaim.
Swish! Another line of fire descended quickly in a slightly lower position.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Klaus pleaded with Elijah with his eyes to be done. Elijah had laid down five red stripes. Kol was sobbing softly again. Elijah put his hand on Kol's shoulder a minute and left.
"Brother, it is done. Are you alright?" Klaus asked.
"Maybe by tomorrow, mate," Kol groaned.
"Come, let me help you rest," Klaus said softly. He took off Kol's pants and drawers completely.
Klaus put his brother in the bed on his stomach. Before covering him up, Klaus felt for welts. He didn't find any, but was disturbed anyway. Klaus got into bed beside Kol. He patted his back and rubbed his shoulder.
"I am fine, Nik," Kol reassured him.
"I know," Klaus said. "I stay a while though."
"Nay, you should leave soon for the party," Kol reminded him.
"I am not going to the party. Elijah can go alone. I will stay here tonight," Klaus said firmly.
"You need not," Kol said.
"I know. But I want to. And then, there is a little party at Miss Rosalie's tonight, I hear," Klaus smiled.
"But Nik, I thought I was on restriction?" Kol asked.
"Aye, until midnight," Klaus exclaimed. "Now, shut your eyes."
Kol did. Then, he slept. He dreamed of stealing meat pies from windows again. But this time, when he was chased, it wasn't by his portly neighbor...but by witches, a whole coven of them.