Chapter 8

It's been a couple of days since Katerina called, and no signs of Klaus.

Kol thinks that he gave up the search, but I'm not calmer.

I am currently lying on Kol's bed with him beside me.

"How are you feeling?" he asked grabbing my hand.

"Nervous." I replied as I playing with his fingers.

"Hey, I told you that I wouldn't let my brother touch you. You have nothing to be worried about."

I couldn't understand Kol.

I knew he was the type of guy that didn't attach himself to anyone.

Why is he suddenly so protective of me?

I shook my head and sat up.

He sat up too and turned to me.

"Darling, are you alright?" he asked caressing my face.

I leaned closer to him and nuzzled my nose against his.

Before I could do anything else, he pressed his lips to mine urgently.

I kissed back, moving my hands to his face.

His kisses started to get rougher and he started to kiss my neck.

I came to my senses and pushed him down on the bed.

I got on top of him and straddled his waist.

"Do you care about me?" I asked breathlessly.

He seemed surprised by my answer.

I decided to try another approach. "What am I to you? How do you feel about me?"

"Well, you're the person I go to when I'm bored and need something to entertain myself with."

My heart sank. "You don't care about me at all, do you?"

He shook his head smirking. "Sorry, darling. But you're right. I don't care about you."

Ouch, that sucked.

I got up and clenched my fists. "You're a dick, Kol Mikaelson."

He just smirked at me again and I left his house.

I walked inside my house, and sat down on the couch.

I had a really huge urge to cry, but I didn't want to give Kol that satisfaction.

I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe that he cared.

And the worst part is, I think I'm falling for him.

My phone rang and I answered it slowly. "Hey, twin. What's up?"

Elena sniffled. "Klara!"

"What's wrong? Why are crying, Lena?"

"Jenna's dead.", she cried out, "And so is John."

My eyes widened. "What happened?"

"The sacrifice happened last night. John gave his life saving mine, and Klaus killed Jenna."

"No, no, Jenna can't be dead!" I yelled hysterically.

"I'm so sorry, Klara. There was nothing I could do," she paused, "Her funeral is tomorrow."

"I'll be there."

"Okay. Bye."

I hung up and started packing my bags.

This is too much.

First, Kol doesn't care, and now, my aunt and my real father are dead.

I sat down on my bed and broke down crying.

Kol's POV

I really screwed up with Klara.

Telling her that I don't care about her was the biggest lie I've ever told.

I don't even know why I said that.

I need to talk to her.

I got to Klara's house, only to see her exiting the door with her bags.

She had tear stains on her face.

Oh no, was she crying about me?

"Klara," I spoke up catching her attention, "Are you alright?"

"You don't have to pretend to be worried." she spat at me.

I guess I deserved that.

She tried to walk past me, but I didn't let her. "What happened?"

"Your asshole brother killed my aunt."

Niklaus, you dick.

"I'm sorry," I said genuinely but she rolled her eyes, "Why do you have your bags?"

"I'm going back to Mystic Falls."

"You were going to leave without saying goodbye?" I asked hurt.

"I thought you said you didn't care about me." she hissed.

Damn, I knew those words would come back to bite me.

"Klara…"

She cut me off. "I don't wanna hear it, Kol," she whispered as she started crying silently, "I have other things to think about right now. Goodbye."

She pushed past me, and I watched her leave, knowing that the best thing to do was letting her go.