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Chapter 2
"Brother," Niklaus rested his hand on Kol's shoulder.
"We are family. Together, always and forever." He squeezed his shoulder tightly once before shutting the door behind him, leaving a disturbed Kol.
Kol seldom forgot that which had coursed and mother's treachery was clearly never going to be forgotten. Mother had been so kind, so giving. She had been his confidante. Everytime he was enraged, he was consoled by her. The emotions he felt upon seeing her alive after nearly 1000 years had been those which he hadn't felt since her untimely death and his father's dominance. She had been their protector.
Rage.
The venom of rage was beginning to form within him. It would soon take over him, he knew. All he could think of was treachery and nothing more. It was true that Niklaus was at fault for having dagger-ed him and his siblings time and time again, but he had shown his intention to bind them and bring them back to life. Mother however had betrayed their trust. She wanted to end their existence.
An abomination she was ashamed of – that was what she had called them, the children born out of her womb – her children.
He could feel a growl eliciting from the pits of his stomach as he dug his fingers into the hard wood table before him, ripping it into two.
The broken wood fell apart and Kol was beginning to realize how much it resembled the family he secretly craved. Ever since Henrick's death, nothing had ever been the same.
Henrick.
Oh how he had mourned the death of his youngest sibling. He had been particularly close to Henrick. He felt responsible for the untimely death of his younger brother. A feeling of wallowing was beginning to engulf him. He blamed himself for not having been the protector he had promised to his younger brother. He was the reason Henrick was no more. He was the reason mother had turned them into the creatures she so detested.
He knew he was being unreasonable, but he was livid; he felt murderous as he yanked a crystal vase off its base and threw it at the huge glass doors behind him shattering the glass into a million pieces.
The hurried click of heels distracted Kol momentarily. He focused on the source as it grew closer and closer. He could hear another thudding beat – the heartbeat of the anxious human. Venom began to pool in his mouth, his fangs itching as they reminded him of his true nature – the one he had dearly embraced.
The maid stood before him, shocked at the sight before her, panic-stricken at the appearance of the man who stood towering over her instantly. She dared not look at the monster. She could feel his cold breath on her jugular and all sensation in her body steadily ceased. She felt a sharp pang of pain jolt through her body as the monster slit the skin on her neck. The scent of the crimson liquid that trickled down the side of the girl's neck was tempting; incredibly so. But Kol was wicked. He enjoyed the chase, the struggle, the fear evident in the eyes of his victim.
He sunk his fangs into her limber skin as she twitched and writhed in pain, incapacitated by the monster latched on to her jugular. He pleasured himself slowly, tasting, cherishing and savoring the sweet taste of the crimson liquid that covered his face, never in haste. The helpless girl flailed to no avail until he pushed her onto the large bed, holding her hands above her head effortlessly only in a matter of seconds.
The staggering amount of blood loss made her feel dizzy and light-headed and she began to lose the remaining shreds of coherency she might have had. She felt herself give into the sensations that coursed through her body without questioning. She felt warm, light, weak, aroused. It was bittersweet – the feeling of immense pleasure coupled with pain. She could no longer hold back the moan that gave away her arousal making Kol's lip twitch in triumph.
'Women!' Kol thought sardonically, 'Their conviction was weak, they could never be loyal, they could only please.' His hands covered the mounds of her breast and his expression abruptly grew dim. She wasn't as well equipped as he'd have liked.
Even as a boy he had been persnickety about his particulars. He despised wasting his precious time on things that did less than please him and currently, only the blood of the woman beneath him seemed to be of any interest to him.
Without the smallest shed of leniency, he bit into her neck to satisfy the growing thirst within him, to falsify the evidence of mother's treachery, to disregard the loss incurred because of him. He drowned himself in the feeling of self-satisfaction as the girl's shrill cries began to grow weaker and weaker till her eyes were lifeless.
Arianna squirmed and twitched in her bed. Her slumber was anything but peaceful. A face constantly kept appearing and disappearing from her vision. She found herself running down several flights of stairs in a hurry, as if she was running for her life. The corridors she ran in were dark, not a spark of light in the periphery. All this while she felt a pair of eyes watching, a pair of feet following. Her heartbeat quickened as her feet tried to carry her as fast as they could, away from the creature that followed her.
She felt fatigued and helpless, but she knew she had to keep running. Somewhere in the distance she could see a small beam of light flickering. She forced her feet forward, willed her body to not fail her. She was only a few meters away from it. She knew not what it was, but it looked like it promised safety.
"You cannot fight me." A voice sang in her mind. It was foreign, nothing she had ever heard before. Deceptively exquisite though it sounded, it held a sinister tenor to it. She looked around helplessly to locate the source, but could find none.
She continued her flight. "You cannot outrun me darling."
"Yes I can." She yelled back not knowing to whom. "And I will." Her determination seemed only too amusing to her tormentor. The man laughed at her childishness.
She willed herself one last time, hurrying towards the door and finally entered the illuminated large white room. Her legs gave away her exhaustion and the transient adrenalin that coursed through her body began to wane. She collapsed on the cold marble floor. She couldn't breathe, she needed water. She looked around the room trying to gain some semblance but it puzzled her further.
Where was she?
"Are you alright there, love?" a charming male voice sounded from the corner of the room. She looked at him befuddled.
"Where am I?" She got up on her feet. "Who are you?" she couldn't see his face, only his stature. He was tall, had at least a few good inches on her, she could tell. His physique was lean and from the hazy blur that seemed to cover her mind she could distantly figure that the man was smirking.
"How did a pretty little thing like you find her way to my lair?" his tone gave away his deceptive amusement, not his intentions however. It appeared that he had been scheming for a very long time. He moved towards the table pouring a glass of water for her. She stood her ground, not moving an inch trying desperately to see his face.
He walked towards her, a glass of water in his hand. At the sight of water, her curiosity was momentarily forgotten. She took it without waiting to be offered and drank greedily like a parched little animal, mindlessly spilling a few drops on her skin.
He kept watching her, kept following the trail that was created by drops of water that went astray from her mouth and traced their way into her negligible attire. His eyes were beginning to turn dark with desire. He moved closer to her, like a predator but with the gentleness of a lover. The glass of water fell from her fingers and broke into pieces as it met the hard ground.
"What are you doing?" she questioned, moving away from him, her feet in sync with his. For every step he took towards her, she moved away from him. The man without a face continued to move towards her, chuckling. Arianna was beginning to panic.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time my dear." He chuckled darkly. She yelped with surprise when her back was met by the cold firm glass behind her. She was trapped.
The man towered over her, cupping her face in his sinfully sturdy hands, his body flush against hers. "I told you you couldn't outrun me, didn't I?" her eyes grew wide with horror as she put together the pieces of the puzzle. She squirmed against his grip.
"What do you want?" she flailed against him, her fists being rendered ineffectual by the strength of his physique. His scent was intoxicating. He only pressed further into her body bringing his lips to the sharp line of her jaw.
"Your body." He murmured, his hands roaming freely on her waist, against the thin material of her sleep shirt. Her breathing hitched, heartbeat paced and the fighter's spirit in her died minutely. Her body began to react of its own free will. She arched her back, unknowingly, fitting into the body against her own as if it were a stubborn jigsaw.
"Your innocence." His hand glided over her body to her bosom with dexterity matched by none. She gasped in pleasurable guilt. Her finger involuntarily intertwined in his hair as he pressed passionate chaste kisses down her throat and stopped much to her displeasure just where it met her shoulder. She let out a discontented moan. He chuckled; his breath on her skin was only fueling her uncontrolled arousal.
"Your essence." He traced patterns on the inner recesses of her thighs, skin on skin. Her skin was exquisite. Her body was suddenly alert. She felt as if she was burning, only she enjoyed the sensations that coursed through her uninhabited. Never had she felt so liberated.
"This is…. So… wrong." She panted between her uneven breathing. "Let me… let me see your face…" she pried her fingers to his face but he held them away.
"Patience my little minx." His cold wet tongue licked the soft spot of her neck. Arianna flinched with pleasure, but her captor held her in place. He breathed in her scent while she kept squirming uncomfortably in his embrace. He was enjoying this encounter, the scent of her arousal, the scent of her…
The scent of her blood was sinfully saccharine. His fangs itched to acquire the red liquid. Only a drop, he was convincing himself. Only a drop for now and no more.
Arianna steadily extracted the face of her lover with the last shred of will she had. She screamed in horror at the black veins she saw dancing around the hollowed eye sockets.
She woke up with a start, sweating profusely. Arianna did not know what to think of. She couldn't understand the relation of her dream with reality. The cold wet fabric of her sleep shirt clung to her body. She moved from under the duvet and reached for a glass of cold water. The door creaked open and she spun around with a fright.
"Aria?" It was her mother.
Eleanor flicked the light switch on and instantly tensed at the sight of her panic-stricken daughter. "Are you alright sweetheart?" she rushed to her daughter's side, stroking her hair soothingly.
Arianna simply leaned into her mother's embrace, feeling safe, but for a no more than a fleeting moment. "Aria, what happened?" Eleanor's voice was soft, reassuring.
"Bad dream." She muttered, snuggling further into her mother. "Just a bad dream." She repeated, trying to convince herself more than her mother. "It was just a bad dream mother."
Eleanor sighed worriedly as she kept stroking her daughter's hair softly. The ghosts of her past seemed to have resurfaced. But she had been doing so well. Her grades were up, she was publishing paper after paper, and her academic success was brilliant. Everytime they spoke, she sounded stress free, she was beginning to let her mother into her life, slowly learning to let down the walls she had built around herself.
"I'm here baby." Eleanor's voice broke, rough with emotion. "I'm right here."
While her mother reassured her trembling daughter, all Arianna could think, was of the vision of her tormentor – the one with the stature of Adonis and the face of a monster.
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