Pairing: Elijah/Kol-Marcel (M/MM) switch, hand
Sunday, July 1, 1855
Mikaelson Guest House
Morning
Marcel was fiddling with his cravat and frowning. It was hot and they had too much to do to go to church services today. But Uncle Elijah said they had to "keep up the facade" that they were respectable humans.
Kol elbowed the younger vampire lightly, "Why the sad face, Marcellus? Did 'Papa" find out about you and Rebekah, ah, frolicking again these days?"
Marcel's face darkened in irritated, "No, but maybe he found out about you drinking from the townsfolk again?"
Kol's eyes flashed with the challenge, "Tell him. Aye, I shall get a good hiding, maybe even with that new strap Finn has, but so will my little Sister. You know, you do not like it when she gets her bottom thrashed."
"You would do that? To your own sister? You are despicable! Papa should have left the dagger in her for another century," Marcel hissed in anger.
Damon was putting on his trousers quietly in the corner. It may him apprehensive when the older boys argued. Damon gasped when Kol suddenly pushed Marcel several feet to the wall and pinned him there by his throat.
"You would have liked that, eh? More Papa for you and my sister...," Kol growled. Damon tugged at Kol's sleeve.
"Please, do not do this. You are both going to get in trouble. Stop, Kol, you are hurting him!" Damon pleaded in desperation.
Kol dropped Marcel and spat on the floor, "You are right, Damon. He is not worth it. Go on, Marcellus, go tell your Papa on me, I know you want to." Marcel straightened his jacket.
"Grow up, Kol. You still act like a child. No wonder you have to go to school. You have a lot to learn," Marcel retorted before he stalked out of the room.
Kol went as to go after him, but Damon touched his arm gently. "Please, Kol. I do not want to see you two fight. I cannot abide it. I do not understand it."
Kol realized his shirt was hanging open and started to button it, "I am sorry, lad. He gets on my last nerve. He acts like he is perfect in front of my brother, but then behind his back sneaks around with Rebekah. And he gets away with it."
Damon frowns, "But why cannot they be together?"
Kol smirked, "Rebekah has poor taste in suitors. Niklaus cannot bear to see her heart broken again. But in truth, I believe that he thinks the two of them will love each other more than him and leave. In this family, there is no leaving."
"Why? That is another thing I do not understand. Why must you all stay?" Damon said putting on his boots.
"My Father, Mikael, the vampire who hunts vampires, is hunting us still. If he finds us, we could be in grave danger. He wants to destroy Niklaus...and maybe all of us for being abominations, in his eyes. There have been times we split to throw him off our trail. I went to the East once, then Arabia. Elijah and Nik went to South America. Once, Rebekah lived in Eastern Europe for a time. Never longer than a few years or a decade, but being apart puts us in more danger," Kol said now fixing his hair in the mirror.
"How?" Damon asked quietly.
"There are some who would seek us to draw upon our power. Since we are Original vampires, we cannot die. Here, let me show you something," Kol said leading Damon to a small chest.
"Your locked box?" Damon said in awe.
"Aye, there is a good reason that I keep it locked," Kol confided. He kept the key around his neck and opened the chest.
"Gold? Treasure?" Damon joked.
Kol smirked, "Nay, just security. In Arabic, I found a special coven of witches who can channel magic power into objects. It is a dark magic. You heard Marcellus speak of how my brother daggered me? I was looking for a way to protect myself from him, but instead I discovered how to do magic without doing magic."
"But this just looks like jewelry and weapons, nothing sinister," Damon said in surprise.
"Damon, each item in here is very special and dangerous. I cannot make them myself because I am not longer a witch. But this dagger here...it can render a human into falling into a deep sleep. This bracelet makes the wearer do whatever someone tells them. This needle when it pricks a woman with child will kill the babe in her womb. This ring causes the one who slips it on to go into a murderous rage," Kol explained.
"Kol, why are you showing me all this? I am afraid of this kind of magic," Damon said fearfully.
"I want you to help me make something to reveal Marcel's lies. Maybe a ring to make him tell the naughty secrets he holds so dear to his heart? If I do it, reveal the truth, no one believes me or thinks I am just be petty or jealous. But if you made something that could make a vampire tell the truth...Marcel would be confessing his sins and showing my brother Niklaus that his perfect son is as...disobedient as I can be," Kol said with emotion.
"But I do not know how and even if I did...I don't know if I want to get involved in this black magic," Damon insisted.
Kol nodded, "It is a dark and twisted sort of magic. You probably are not even strong enough. I am sorry I asked, Damon. Forgive me. We best go now."
Damon was unsure, "Are you certain? Thank you for trusting me, but...Marcel has been kind to me. I do not wish to cause trouble."
"I understand," Kol said formally. "No more about it. Let us go to church service and sing hymns...At least there I can admire the lovely ladies."
"My father used to chastise me if he thought I was gazing at the girls' bosoms. Yet the servants all talked about him...taking liberties with some of the prettier housemaids. Once, I heard he even got one heavy with child," Damon admitted.
"What a scoundrel! I find the more religious a man claims to be on the outside, the more twisted his heart is on the inside. Speaking of, let us go listen to the fat pastor speak of charity and giving to the poor while he grows rich from donations and fees. I shall like to drain him some day," Kol mused.
Damon laughed quietly. He always despited the obnoxious pastor. He was a greedy fool.
Elijah stepped in, "Brother, please watch your tongue. You speak a mite too freely these days. Now, we shall be late. Hurry, please. Damon, are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," Damon said solemnly.
"Very well, let us go," Elijah said ushering them out.
Damon cast one last glance toward the chest. It did not escape his notice that Kol had left it unlocked. The grimoire was in the chest. Probably not strong enough? Damon smirked, he knew Kol was throwing a challenge his way, appealing to his ego. Damon may not be well-trained in witchcraft yet, but he was not simple. He could feel the strength of nature coursing through his body. The power itched to be released. Little candle lighting spells were not enough, he did welcome a challenge.
"Damon! Do I need to drag you, young man?" Elijah scolded lightly.
"No, sorry," Damon apologized. Elijah softened his harsh words with a smile and coaxed Damon along. Soon the family was situated into two coaches and ready to go.
Marcel shouted, "Papa, please hold. I need to get my bible in my room."
Klaus told the driver to wait a moment. Marcel had to run up to his room at human speed.
Elijah called from the other coach to Klaus, "If your son makes us late, perhaps he needs an earlier bedtime. Twice now, I have caught him up late in the study going over the ledgers this last week."
Klaus grinned, "You wanted him to take over the business reports from our estates. The boy is industrious. You cannot have it both ways, Brother. Give him another moment."
Marcel ran back and jumped back into the coach. Kol tapped his foot impatiently.
"Where is your bible?" Kol prodded.
"What?" Marcel said in confusion. "Oh, I could not find it. It must be packed already. I apologize."
Kol crossed his arms and waited for Klaus to reprimand his son for his inconsideration. But Klaus just smiled, "No trouble at all, Son. I wish we could all appear as pius as you."
Kol audibly grunted in annoyance.
Finn looked up from his newspaper, "Something troubles thee, Brother?"
Kol cleared his throat, "No, Sir. Nothing at all."
Fell's Church
Marcel tried to stop glaring at Kol. Rebekah had elbowed him twice sharply. If he had been human, she would have broken a rib or two, but he simply could not stop. The Mikaelsons had taken over the first pew as the largest contributors to he church. They sat Finn, Klaus, Damon, Stefan, Elijah, Marcel, Rebekah, and then Kol.
"Was is it now? Marcel, just bloody tell me. I shall find out anyway. I know Kol did something," Rebekah finally whispered in Marcel's ear.
"Rebekah, I cannot now. I will explain later. I am fine," Marcel lied. He was not fine.
Elijah turned to them, "You two would be best served to pay attention to the sermon, though it may be the same one as last week. At any rate, behave."
"Sorry," Marcel muttered. Kol looked over from the other side of Rebekah and snickered.
Rebekah smiled, staring ahead and squeezed Marcel's hand.
Kol whispered, "Ah, how lovely. Too bad you could not set a wedding date in this very church!" Rebekah slammed her right heel down hard onto of Kol's foot stabbing through the leather.
Kol bit his lip to avoid crying out and hissed, "These were my favorite boots." He clutched his left foot and looked to see if blood was seeping out of the hole.
Elijah leaned over and glared at his youngest brother. Kol put up his hands in surrender and sat back in the pew. A fly was buzzing around him and he hoped it landed near him so he could squash it. He thought most humans probably could not do that, but would they notice over the portly pastor's never ended ranting about Christian virtue and charity. Kol heard Stefan say he had to use the privy. Damon got up and took him. He sighed and wished he would have had the idea. Ten minutes later, the boys still had not returned.
Kol whispered to Rebekah, "I shall go fetch the lads, if anyone asks."
"I do not care if you go to the bottom of the Mississippi," Rebekah snapped.
"Sister, we are far from that mighty river. Get with the locale," Kol retorted.
Rebekah scowled and ignored him for a second, "Just get the boys already."
Kol slipped out of his seat quickly, Finn and Klaus looked at him but could not say a word. Outside in the bright sun, Kol used his Original vampire hearing to scan for sounds of the human boys. He heard nothing. That was odd.
Then, suddenly, the door to the outhouse burst open and Stefan rushed out crying. Kol walked over and was surprised to see Damon come out a second later.
"What were you two doing?" Kol asked curiously.
Stefan stomped his foot, "Damon hit me! I'm telling." He ran back into the church in a litany of tears.
Kol repeated, "You struck him?"
"I swatted him on his backside. He locked himself in the privy and would not come out. I warned him that he was going to get it if I had to open the door," Damon said passionately.
"How did you get him to open it?" Kol asked.
Damon flushed, "I did a spell. Kol, are you going to tell? No one saw me."
Kol thought a moment, "I shall keep your secret as long as you keep mine. You know, about the so-called dark objects. If my brothers found out, they would take them. Too dangerous and all that."
"I understand," Damon said as they started to walk back. "You think I am in trouble for spanking Stefan?"
Kol shrugged, "Maybe? Next time, best to go get Elijah or Finn. Let the little bugger get a real hiding."
Damon balked, "I know he deserves it. It is just hard for me to trust other people with him. I know none of you would hurt him. I see that. But I am used to handling him myself. It is hard to let go."
"Damon, you are a young lad. It is not your place to be his father. Let my siblings be the disciplinarians and you can just be his brother again," Kol advised. They paused at the open doors of the church. Neither was in a rush to get back in.
"That would be pleasant. Thank you for advising me. You are not aggravated with me for using magic?" Damon wondered.
"Nay, when I was a boy, I did a great deal worse," Kol recalled.
Marcel came from the side entrance and appeared behind Kol and Damon.
"Damon, Uncle Elijah is upset with you. Stefan is inside crying that you hit him," Marcel explained.
Damon clarified, "I smacked him for...I shall explain. Excuse me." Damon rushed back inside.
Kol opened his mouth to walk back his comments from this morning.
Marcel sneered, "Just shut the hell up, Kol. I am done with your pretty insults and abuses of my character."
Kol fumed, "Marcellus, I was going to apologize. You know I would never do anything to hurt my sister."
Marcel hissed, "That is a lie, a blasted no good lie. You would do anything to save your own skin. Now, you are worming your way into Damon's mind. How are you going to corrupt him, too? As soon as you found out he was a witch, the wheels in your head starting figuring how you could use him, did they not. You are disgusting!"
Kol felt like he had been slapped. There was more than a little truth in what Marcel said, especially about Damon. He needed a witch to do the magic that he needed, but could no longer do. Damon needed trained, it was a good situation for both of them.
"It is not like that, Marcel. Your mind is too suspicious. Why can you not see that I am trying to help Damon? If he helps me a little on the side, so be it," Kol reasoned.
"He is a child, Kol. You can give to someone and not take from them. Do you not understand that which you seek, has a price? If you corrupt him, you steal his innocence, his goodness. I beg you, do not warp him to your dark, sick purposes," Marcel begged.
"What do you care?" Kol spat growing angry at these accusations hurled at him.
"He is a good boy. But he is also powerless to see you for the demon you are. If I must protect him by going to my father and uncles, I will. I am warning you, Kol. Back off the boy," Marcel said in a low growl.
"Back off of what? Teaching him. Nay, I shall not. Now move aside, Marcellus, before I threw you across the churchyard. For me, it would be like tossing a rag doll," Kol bragged.
"Go ahead. It would be worth it to see your face after you get punished for hoarding dark objects again!" Marcel smirked.
"I have done no such thing!" Kol hissed stepping dangerously close to Marcel.
"You left the chest open, you fool. I might have misplaced your evil, little toys until you can start to behave yourself," Marcel grinned.
"You what?" Kol said now grasping Marcel by the arm.
"I hid your dark objects. You can have them back after you can prove you mean no harm to Damon," Marcel said softly.
Kol picked up a wooden railing from the stairs and cracked it in half. He drove it into Marcel's thigh.
"NO!" Marcel groaned.
"Where is it, Marcel? The next one goes in your heart, you hapless fool!" Kol threatened hotly.
"Never, until you promise," Marcel groaned.
Kol broke off another wooden stake and took the sharp side and was able to drive it into Marcel's other leg when Elijah grabbed his arm.
"What in the devil do you think you are doing?" Elijah said to his brother in shock. He pulled out the first wooden stake from Marcel's leg and looked around. He bit into his hand and fed the blood to Marcel. The blood of an Original would help a regular vampire much more quickly than human blood.
"Thank you," Marcel said as he quickly healed.
Elijah clamped an arm on Kol without looking, "Not so fast, Brother. Tell me what happened."
The service was wrapping up. Elijah sighed. He had to get Marcel out of sight.
"You both get in the coach quickly before someone sees you. Hurry now," Elijah spat angrily. They did not have time for this today. Elijah told Klaus what happened and that he was taking the boys home in the one coach. The others were stay for a respectable amount of time at the church picnic.
Elijah strode to the coach and sat down. He tapped on the roof to tell the driver to start home. After it was clear that neither Kol or Marcel was going to speak, Elijah said, "I shall give you both one chance to tell me the truth before you go over my knee right here. Do you understand?"
Marcel teared up, "That is not fair! He started it. This morning he attacked me."
Kol became enraged, "He deserved it, Elijah. He is always goading me. He went through my things and hid some valuables!"
"Is that true, Marcellus?" Elijah asked sternly.
Marcel knew he could not lie to his uncle, he begun to cry harder, "Yes, sir."
"Kol, what did he hide?" Elijah pressed.
Kol lied, "Just some trinkets, worthless, aside from sentimental value. But Elijah, he has no business to meddle with my affairs. Maybe I should not have impaled him but he wronged me first!"
"That is a filthy lie!' Marcel said with vehemence.
Kol lost control and flew across the seat and went to attack Marcel. Elijah grabbed his brother and pulled him aside by his jacket, but Marcel still jumped up Kol. Elijah shouted to the drive to stop the coach and pull over.
After several more seconds of scuffling, Elijah finally got the two boys apart. "That is enough!" Elijah turned Kol and popped him hard across the seat of his trousers. Whack! Then, did the same to Marcel. Whack! It seemed to make no impression on either one of them. Their eyes were shooting sparks at each other.
Elijah yelled to the drive to wait and dragged both vampires to a nearby copse of trees. Despite their animosity towards each other, Marcel and Kol looked at each other with trepidation.
"Elijah, what are you doing? We have stopped. Let us go home," Kol begged. Elijah was heading toward a beautiful willow tree. They often had soft, yet pliant and slender branches, making them perfect for what Elijah had in mind.
"Uncle, punish us at home! Please, anyone could drive by and see," Marcel said looking back up the tightly packed dirt road.
"Oh, I intend to punish you again at home. Now hush, I am not in the mood to human more of your disobedience," Elijah said firmly.
Marcel sobbed, "Papa does not like me to get switched! Please."
Kol normally would have mocked him, but he was frightened of his upcoming punishment also.
"Brother, not a switch, anything but that," Kol said trembling, tears were running down his face now also.
"You two can save those tears because you are going to need them. Now go cut a switch and hurry. You have thirty seconds to select one, cut it, strip it and get back here," Elijah determined.
Instead of pleading for mercy, both vampires hurried to get out their pen knives and select the right sized branches. They cut pinkie sized branches from the stem and removed all the twigs and leaves. The bark was striped and each vampire ensured the switch was smooth and supple. Marcel was sniffling, but Kol was sullen as they returned the instruments of their punishment to Elijah. They were a few feet in and there was a semblance of privacy, but anyone walking past would get a fine show.
Without a word, Elijah took the switch from Marcel grabbed his arm with one hand and began to flick the switch against his hind end with the other. Marcel could not stop screaming and hopping around. Elijah flicked the switch one and down once from Marcel's backside to the back of his knees. Marcel was crying fiercely. Swish! Swish! Swish! Elijah stopped, snapped the switch in half and said, "Now dry those tears, young man. You brought this on yourself. Go stand up again the tree. No rubbing."
Marcel tried to get a hold of his emotions, but softly wept as Kol began to get his whipping.
For Kol, Elijah grabbed his switch and put his foot on a rotten log. He bent his brother over and instead of flickering the switch, he applied it harder to Kol's upturned bottom. Whap! Whap! Whap!
Kol howled and tried to get out of position, but Elijah held him tight and swatted him all the way down to his knees and then up again.
Kol was sobbing and begging Elijah to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Elijah let his brother up and broke the switch in half.
"Now, you both got a new pair of striped stockin's, as they say. I do not want to hear anymore crying or whining. Now march back to the coach and and think about the spanking you have coming when you get home," Elijah ordered giving both boys a whack on their sore bottoms with his hand to get them moving.
They all trudged away from that hated willow tree and Kol and Marcel winced to see even on the padded coach seat.
Kol broke down, "Elijah, we are really sore. If we make our amends, can we at least postpone our other punishment."
Elijah sighed, "Absolutely not."
"But Marcel really vexed me. I lost my temper! Shall I be skinned alive for that?" Kol cried pitifully.
"Kol! You are older and ought to know better! Can you never just do the right thing and be more mature than Marcel?" Elijah thundered.
Kol was stunned. Elijah almost never yelled at anyone like that, he felt his own eyes fill with fresh tears. He turned away and gazed out the window and then covered his face with his hand.
Marcel began to cry again and looked down forlornly.
"Kol, I am sorry for shouting. It is just that we have much to do today and I did not think I would need to make time to punish both of you," Elijah said with regret. Elijah put his arm around Marcel and pulled him close.
"Kol, come here, please," Elijah said.
Kol would not look at his brother. He was embarrassed at his own tears and angry that Elijah shouted at him.
"Kol, please. I am sorry for my harsh words. Come here," Elijah restated. Kol would not budge. Elijah sighed and held Marcel to him.
Mikaelson Guest House
When they got home, Elijah directed both boys to his bedroom.
"Remove your trousers and drawers," Elijah said briskly.
Kol was still pouting, but did as he was instructed, as did Marcel.
Elijah had Marcel lie on the bed face down. He wanted to see if he had marks. They were fading fast.
"Kol, you next. Lay next to Marcel, please," Elijah said gently. He winced to see the red welts still lining his brother's pale bottom from the crest to the back of his knees. "I promised you a spanking and how hard it is, depend on how you cooperate now."
Kol was refusing to speak. Elijah went and got some cream and rubbed it carefully on the marks.
"Now, I promised both of you a spanking. Then, you will nap in her and remain until you make up. The staff has almost packed up the rest of the house, but I would like all of you to attend to your personal belongings."
Elijah went back to Marcel and smacked his bottom five times firmly. Marcel's squirmed and kicked into the feather mattress but was restrained by Elijah's hand on his back.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack. The spanking made the burn from the switching come alive.
Elijah went and swatted Kol's behind five times. Kol tried to cover his rear, but Elijah pinned his hands behind him during the brief spanking. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack.
The Original vampire kicked and squirmed as much as Marcel.
"Okay, that is all. Now, you boys rest. We can talk later," Elijah promised.
"I am sorry," Marcel said in a small voice.
"Shhh, hush now," Elijah said. "I love you both. The coachman is compelled to forget anything unusual, so you need not worry about that."
Kol turned, his behind was stinging, but his anger at Elijah was fading. He looked at Elijah.
"Sorry," Kol whispered. Elijah leaned down and kissed him on the head.
"I know. Sleep and we shall talk later," Elijah promised. Elijah sat on the couch near the wall. He did not want to leave them as he knew something serious may have occurred. It may take him a while to find out what it was, but he always did find out.