The 100
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).
Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)
Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline
Author's Note : This chapter will be very action packed, not much romance, but important! The next chapter will have TONS of romantic intimacy for ALL THREE pairings, including some sexy times for one pairing! :) Just won't tell you how yet! P.S. This chapter is a bit morbid.
Rating: M
The 100
'I Want To Crawl Into The Ground, And Not Come Out,
A Demon In My Mouth, That Spits Words Out.'
The blade was cold against her neck. Her skin was on fire from thrashing around and screaming so much. She had fought back for as long as she could, she had screamed as loud as she could, but no one had heard her. No one was coming for her. And when he placed the knife to her throat she lost her will to fight. She was too terrified to fight back. What if he slit her throat? what if he killed her?
Looking at him she knew he was not a killer.
He was an angry and confused teenage boy. His eyes were dark and grim, but they were not empty and lifeless like a psychopath. They were filled with a mix of emotions and conflicting thoughts that were bouncing around within his skull.
Rachel had always been good at reading people.
That was what she saw right now.
His hand was shaking, that was a sign that he wasn't confident in his ability to "pull the trigger" so to speak. He was hesitating. Either he was thinking about backing down, or he wanted to explain his reasoning. Perhaps a bit of both. She didn't know, the blade being pressed deeper into the tan skin of her neck was a little distracting.
"My father was a good man." He started, his British accent thick and angry. She flinched when he suddenly broke the silence that had previously been filled with heavy breathing and whimpers of pain. "He always did right by his son, he always did right by his wife, he loved us and he worked hard every single bleeding day of his life. Everything he did was for his family. He loved us." Tears were shimmering in brown eyes and Rachel watched as his sorrow flashed to anger right before her eyes.
He dug the knife deeper into her neck and she let out a small pained whimper, attempting to pull herself away from the knife. The tree behind her stopped her from moving much.
"That is until you took him away from us." He growled and Rachel's brown eyes widened as the knife cut deeper into her throat, enough to draw blood. But, it wasn't cutting deep enough to kill her. It was more like a scratch. She was just growing more and more scared as the minutes passed. Praying that her brother would show up and save her life.
"I didn't even know your father." She breathed out.
The British man laughed and nodded his head. "No, but I'm more than positive that bastard of a brother you have knew him. I'm sure he said hi to him every single day." He was practically singing the words as his tears threatened to fall, his voice shaking. He had never killed before, but he wasn't scared of the idea. He wasn't scared of doing what he had to do. "Right before he made his way into the kitchen behind his back and stole the food from the storage room. Stole the food for you!" He screamed in her face.
"He stole that food to feed a pathetic waste of space that was never meant to be alive." His voice raised and she swallowed hard. Preparing herself for the worst. Preparing herself for death. After so many years of hiding and being ready to be executed at any minute, she was ready to die.
"Kol." She tried, but he cut her off with laughter.
"You know, the council actually accused my father of stealing from the kitchen! They accused him of taking more food then he deserved!" He was laughing uncontrollably, but his tears were now falling down his cheeks. "My father swore up and down that he never touched any of the food in the storage room, he never took any of it, so I wonder where it went?"
"Kol, please... I didn't know." Rachel was piecing it together and it was breaking her heart.
"They blamed my father for your brothers crimes!" Kol's entire body was shaking. "I watched them launch him into space and it was all for you! Your life cost his!"
"That's not true." She cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. His eyes were now completely black, he looked like he was about to strike. Like he was about to kill her. She had just finally found her freedom and she was losing it. "Kol, please don't do this. You don't want to do this."
He smiled. "Don't tell me what I want! I want you to suffer as he did! I want you to pay for killing my father!"
Blue eyes watched the scene from within the forest. Lips parted in fear, heart racing, and panic setting in. Caroline Forbes was watching as Kol threatened to kill Rachel and she had no idea what she should do. She was torn between running back to the campsite and telling them, and attacking the young man herself. She just didn't know if she would be strong enough to stop him.
Still, she was tired of Rebekah always teasing her for being a damsel in distress. For once she wanted to be the hero.
Rachel didn't deserve to be treated how Kol was treating her and she intended to do something about it.
Zigzagging through the trees she approached the two of them as stealthily as possible. Years of stealing drugs had taught her how to sneak around. He didn't even notice her standing only a few meters away from him as he continued to blame the young girl for what had happened to his father.
Caroline chewed her bottom lip between her teeth and she watched him closely, planning her attack. If she just jumped on top of him then there was a big chance that her momentum would push him forward and he would cut into Rachel's throat by accident. She had to grab onto his arm in the process and pull it back, pull him back.
'Okay Caroline, you got this! YOU CAN TOTALLY DO THIS! Just count to three.'
'One.' She clenched her fists tightly. Then her ears perked up when she heard Rachel let out another whimper of pain and she decided to say screw it to the counting.
The blonde ran as fast as she could at Kol, leaping onto his back. She immediately grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled them back, sweeping her feet against the back of his legs, pulling him to the ground. He landed on top of her, of course, his knife still in hand. Caroline frantically attempted to pull the knife from his hand, but he was stronger than her and he flipped over so that he was straddling her waist and staring down at her with dark and demented eyes and a grin. Now he would have no choice but to kill her too. She was a witness.
Caroline was breathing heavily and holding the knife away from her throat with all of her strength, she stared up at Rachel and told her, "Go get your brother!"
Rachel hesitated for just a minute before running through the forest. She was bruised and battered from where Kol had slammed her against the tree, and her neck was still bleeding, but the wound wasn't too bad. She knew that Caroline's only hope for survival, her only hope for survival, was the others. The two of them couldn't fight him off alone.
The blonde could feel a shooting pain through her head as Kol lifted it and slammed it against the ground. She had just recovered from the injuries she sustained on the shuttle, well she hadn't really recovered yet, and the pain was immense. It felt like he was tearing open old wounds and there was a chance that he was. "Fuck!" She screamed, trying to hold the knife up with the pain shooting through her skull.
It was too difficult.
Kol pushed the blade down and held it hard against her throat.
"You really are a lovely girl, Caroline." He said with a smirk, leaning down and running his nose along the length of her neck to take in her scent before whispering against her ear. "I always had a thing for blondes. I'm so sorry that things had to end on such terrible terms, sweetheart."
She pulled her neck as far away from him as she could. She didn't like the way that her skin crawled where his nose brushed against her, it made her stomach tangle in knots and the urge to vomit to rise. Still, she knew that she needed to flatter him if there was any chance that she was going to survive. "Kol, things don't have to end like this. You can let me go, I'm sure everyone will forgive you for what you did if they know why. If they know you couldn't do it."
Kol thought about it for a moment, then dismissed it. "They will burn me at the stake alive for what I did, love. There is no turning back now."
He started to cut into her throat and Caroline quickly said, "That's not true!" Blue eyes wide, she could see Rebekah sneaking up behind him with a large rock in both of her hands. She knew that she just needed to distract him for a little longer.
He clenched his jaw and stopped his movements with the knife, squinting and staring deep into her eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I would stand up for you! I would tell them that you weren't really a terrible guy! You were just misguided! Rachel would do the same, she's a good person and she would understand why you did what you did!"
"The sentiment is nice, but I'm afraid I just can't-"
His voice was cut off as Rebekah smashed the heavy rock hard against the back of his head. He instantly passed out and his body fell limp on top of her. Caroline started to scream. It was involuntary. The knife was still pressed to her throat and his possibly dead body was laying on top of her and bleeding all over her shirt.
After the immediate shock wore off, she pushed his lifeless body off of her and took his knife from him, standing to her feet and staring down at him. His head was covered with blood and she couldn't tell if he was breathing. Her heart was racing in her chest as she stared over at Rebekah, she looked angry, "Did you kill him?"
"I bloody well should have." The other blonde spat. The fear that she had gone through when Rachel told them Kol had Caroline had been overwhelming and now she was purely angry.
She was angry that she was on Earth. That Caroline was on Earth. And that she kept coming so close to dying.
Rebekah took a few steps toward the other blonde, wiping the dirt from her hands and looking the girl over for any new injuries. She could tell that her head was hurting, but the wound had luckily not reopened. Letting out a sigh, she told her, "Caroline, I truly would appreciate it if you would stop throwing yourself in the line of danger."
"Okay, no! This so doesn't count as that!" The girl with the curls said in an over-dramatic tone. "This was totally different then before, I wasn't being a damsel in distress I was saving the damsel in distress! Rachel-" She paused and looked around. "Where is Rachel?"
"I'm right here." Rachel said, her voice was soft and filled with sorrow. She had visible bruises along her face and neck where he had possibly held her in place, also she had bruises painting her arms. On her neck was a small cut where he had dug the knife in a bit too deep, but it didn't look fatal. Mostly she just looked scared.
Damon had his arm around her shoulders and he was holding his sister close to him. His body was shaking, his muscles tense, his jaw tight, and his eyes were locked on Kol's lifeless form.
He could recall a few times when Rachel had left the safety of his room back on the Ark to wander the rest of the Ark and he had been terrified she would never come back. His fear back then was nothing in comparison to what he had felt today. It was like his heart had been ripped from his chest and squeezed tight when he saw she was no longer sleeping.
Everything he loved had been taken from him and he wasn't going to stop until he got her back, until he made the person or thing that had taken her pay.
"Is he dead?" He asked, his voice tight and angry. Blood was pumping through his veins and he looked like he could kill.
"Not quite." Rebekah answered.
"He will be." Damon growled out, walking toward the man and leaving Rachel with Rebekah and Caroline who both held onto her to keep her safe as they watched what the older man was doing. He grabbed Kol by the arms and started to lift his body, putting him over his shoulder. He was heavy, but the adrenalin made it easy for him to carry the teenage boy.
"Damon, what are you doing?" The blonde Brit asked, brow furrowed. She was worried about how irrational he was being about this. She didn't want anything to start a riot.
"We have to show people down here that there are still rules." He told her. "We have to show them that there is punishment for attempted murder!"
'Let Everybody Hate Me,
Make Me Kill Myself.'
The sun was setting and darkness was falling upon the campsite. The only light source, a tall burning fire that some of the people had constructed. Quinn and Bonnie still hadn't returned and people were starting to get worried about them. But, the main thing consuming everyone's mind was what Damon was doing to Kol. What his punishment would be.
Damon had strung Kol's body up from the branch of a tree in front of the fire. Vines tied tightly around his legs, hanging him upside down. His arms were also tied behind his back so that when he awoke he would not be capable of fighting back.
Rebekah and Caroline were watching the spectacle from the other side of the campsite. They were waiting to see what he had planned, but all that Rebekah could think about was how close the other blonde had been to dying once again. She kept recalling how scared she was when she saw Kol on top of Caroline with the knife to her throat. How terrified she was that if she didn't stop him in time he could drag the blade along her perfect skin and she would be gone to the world.
She knew that the other girl wasn't trying to get herself killed. But, she couldn't understand her actions. If she wanted to stay safe then why would she wander out into the forest alone? She was a smart girl, she knew it wasn't safe, she had to have a reason.
Rebekah had her arms crossed over her chest as she pulled her eyes away from Damon and Kol and turned her gaze to Caroline. She needed to know why she had put herself in danger. "Why did you wander out into the forest on your own, Caroline?"
The girl with the blonde curls turned and looked over at her best friend, she could tell she was concerned. "I just got a really great idea when I woke up and you and Damon seemed busy with whatever Klaus' crazy ass was up to, so I figured I would look into it on my own." She said with a sincere smile. "I didn't want to bother you guys or-"
"-It wouldn't have been a bother." She interrupted.
This silenced Caroline.
She examined Rebekah's face and she could tell that she was upset with her. The British woman had never been very good at hiding her anger, and it didn't take much to make her angry. She always said that she got her temper from her father. And before her father was floated, he wasn't a very nice guy. Caroline felt terrible for making her friend mad at her. Sometimes she just got ideas and went for them.
Caroline took a step toward Rebekah and she offered her an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad or anything."
"I'm not mad." She breathed out, a small smile tugging at her full lips as she met blue eyes with her own. "I'm terrified." She dropped her arms and added, "If I hadn't gotten there on time he could have killed you."
Realization hit her and she smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around Rebekah's neck, forcing her into a hug. For just a second the other woman's arms remained at her sides, but slowly she lifted them and placed them on Caroline's back, pulling her body tighter against hers.
The blonde Brit was fighting back her tears as she felt just how fragile the other woman felt in her arms. She felt so delicate, so breakable. Leaning down she took in the scent of her curly hair. She had always loved the scent of her shampoo. Now instead, it was dirt mixed with blood and a side of shampoo. She felt Caroline's hot breath against her ear and it caused her to shiver and her heart to race despite herself. Her biggest fear was losing the beautiful woman before she admitted her true feelings for her. Before she admitted she loved her.
'Then why don't you bloody well admit it? What are you waiting for?' Her mind nagged, but she ignored it. Now was not the time for that.
"You don't have to worry anymore, Bekah." Caroline whispered against her neck. "He didn't kill me, I'm right here with you."
Rebekah smiled, she knew it was true, but she was still worried. "I just don't know how many more near-death experiences I can handle."
She pulled back a little and stared up at her with sorrowful eyes. She felt terrible. Before she had headed out into the forest she had contemplated telling the other woman where she was going because she knew that she would worry, but she hadn't planned to go far. "I'm so sorry, I knew I should have come and got you. I was just so excited about my idea, you know how I get."
"That I do." Rebekah said, pulling one of her hands away from Caroline's back in order to run her fingers through her blonde curls. She tucked one of the curls behind her ear and then traced her fingers down her jawline, cupping her cheek with her hand and smiling. She could feel the tears building up behind her eyes, but she didn't allow them to fall. "You are so lovely, Caroline."
Her heart jumped when she heard the compliment, she hadn't been expecting the words. A blush covered the pale skin of her cheeks and she flashed a large toothy grin up at Rebekah. Dimples caving in her cheeks and blue eyes shimmering with happiness.
"Especially when you smile." She added, causing Caroline's smile to spread even further than she thought capable. "So, how about we keep that smile on your face for at least one day? No more pain and suffering."
"Deal!"
Rebekah laughed a little as she saw just how excited and happy the other girl was. It was insane to her how she could go through something so terrifying and still be so bubbly and positive. She loved that about her. It was always about what they did next, never about the past. Suddenly, she recalled that the beautiful woman had mentioned running into the forest because she had some sort of idea and she asked, "What was your idea anyway?"
"Huh?" She looked confused by the change of subject.
"You mentioned that you went into the forest because you had an idea." She reminded.
"Oh, yeah!" Caroline exclaimed, no longer looking confused. She had a wide smile on her face and Rebekah recognized the smile, it was her cute little tech-nerd smile before she started to explain something to her that she usually didn't understand. It didn't matter though, she always listened.
"I went out into the forest because I remembered seeing buildings out there when we were traveling, and I was hoping that I could find a usable computer in one of them." She paused and waved her hand as she said, "The technology is ancient compared to the Ark, but I still think I could find a way to rig it, using the technology in one of our bracelet monitors, in order to make a communications device to contact the Ark."
She looked so proud of her discovery and Rebekah thought it was the cutest thing in the world. 'She is so cute when she talks technology... She's my little tech-nerd.' She grinned at the thought.
"Then I could tell my mom what's happening down here and they will know to send help!" Caroline had her doubts on if they would actually help them or not, but there was always a chance. Especially considering that three people on the council had lost people they loved on the expedition, including the Chancellor's granddaughter.
"Caroline Forbes." Rebekah said with a wide smile. "You my dear, are a genius!"
"I know!" She exclaimed, biting down on her bottom lip and looking at the other woman with a proud look on her face. She was so excited about her plan, she was excited to possibly save everyone.
"We shall tell the others the plan after this spectacle." She nodded to Damon and Kol, then returned her attention to Caroline speaking in a stern voice, "And then we will search together."
Caroline looked away from Rebekah feeling ashamed. She knew that she had made a stupid mistake wandering into the forest alone, and she knew that the blonde Brit was only worried about her safety. It made her feel terrible always being the damsel in distress. 'Now though, with this plan, I can totally save EVERYONE!'
'So Into The Basement And Under The Boards, I'll Go.
To Live With The Leeches, That Lurk In The Undertow.'
Rachel didn't want to understand Kol's side of the situation. She didn't want to sympathize with him. She wanted to believe what her brother was doing was the right thing, but she couldn't. She understood where the young man's anger came from and she knew that it wasn't aimed at her intentionally. He was only mad that his father had died and that she had been a part of his death, that Damon had been a part of his death. Kol could have easily attacked Bonnie instead because her grandmother was the one to give the order to have him executed.
She lifted her fingers and delicately traced the small scratch on her neck where the blade had barely broke the skin. She couldn't help but wonder if he would have actually gone through with it? Would he have actually killed her? Did he deserve to die for his attempt?
To her it didn't seem right.
Damon did not share in her concern for Kol. He didn't have any sympathy toward the man who had held a knife to his sister's throat in an attempt to kill her. In an attempt to take her light out of the world. In an attempt to take her from him.
A smirk playing on his lips, Damon lent over so that his face was close to the unconscious man's face. He lifted his hand and he delivered a few playful, yet hard slaps to the man's cheek in order to wake him up. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey." He sang sarcastically.
Brown eyes slowly opened and a pain shot through his head. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't still in the forest, he was hanging upside down and he couldn't move his legs or arms. His hair was all over his face and he could feel dry blood on his neck. He tried to pull himself free of the vines that held him in place, but they only cut into his skin and caused him more pain.
He was stuck. And there were angry eyes on him. The angry eyes of the man who's sister Kol had tried to kill.
In that moment he knew his fate. He was going to die.
"Oh hello there mate." Kol said with a pained smile as he turned to face Damon.
"I don't know what I am to you." Damon replied, lifting the knife that he had stolen from the man hanging before him. "But, I'm certainly not your mate." His eyes widened playfully as he watched the other man's confidence drain from his face.
The British man started to squirm around within his restraints again, trying to force them off of his arms so that at the very least he could fight back. His eyes never leaving the knife that was being held in front of his face. "Let me down from here you bloody bastard!" He screamed at him, still trying to force his arms free. "I wasn't actually gonna kill your sister, I was just trying to rile her up a bit! You know, give her a scare!"
"Maybe I'm just returning the favor." Damon said with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders and a wide smirk as he held the blade over the flames. As he allowed it to thoroughly heat up, he returned his attention to Kol who had once again settled down. He appeared to be out of breath and exhausted from trying to escape. "You see, you decided to "rile up" the one person on this damn rock that you shouldn't have."
Kol was trying to cry out to his friends to help him. He was trying to get them to cut him down, but they weren't listening to him.
"Come on mates!" He called desperately. "He's going to kill me if you all just stand around and do nothing! There are four of you and only one of him, he can't kill you all!"
"Looks like your friends don't approve of what you did either." Damon spat at him, watching the knife as the blade turned a burning orange color due to the flames.
Once the blade was sufficiently hot, he turned on his heels and headed back toward the other man. He could see the horror in Kol's eyes and he liked it. He assumed it was similar to the horror that his sister had in her eyes when he held the knife to her throat. He deserved to feel the same fear.
Damon hovered the knife above the other man's cheek and watched as he eyed it warily and swallowed hard. He couldn't wait to see him scream out in pain. "Did it make you feel powerful?" He wondered. "Holding a knife to a defenseless teenage girl's throat?" He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow as he lowered the blade of the knife to Kol's throat, placing it flat against his skin. Burning it.
Kol screamed out in misery as the blade burnt deep into his skin.
Rachel couldn't even watch. She loved her brother, but seeing this side of him had always scared her. He had a temper, he was overprotective, and he often acted on impulses instead of thinking things through.
Once the skin started to bubble and blister and the knife had cooled down a bit, Damon walked toward the fire and placed the blade above it again, starting to reheat it. The smile never left his face.
"I was never intending on really hurting her!" He cried out, his voice raspy from screaming so much. "You have to believe me!"
"Funny thing." Damon said, twisting around to face him again, lifting the blade playfully. "I don't." He walked toward Kol who was starting to panic again, the pain that he had just felt had been unbearable and it didn't look like the other man was going to stop any time in the near future. His blue eyes were wide and he almost looked like a madman as he told Kol, "Now, open up wide."
"Are you mad?!" His voice heightened in horror.
"Right now?" He visibly thought about it for a second, then his smirk crept back onto his face and he waggled his brow as he said, "Maybe just a little bit."
"Come on, Damon. You don't have to do this!"
"Open. Your. Mouth." Damon emphasized each word to show that despite his playful nature he was not playing around. "If you don't, then I will just have to kill you, and what fun would that be?"
Kol was glaring at him, his jaw tight. He didn't want to open his mouth because he was scared of whatever torture method Damon was planning on using, but he also didn't want to die. If he survived the torture then there was a chance that would be enough punishment. There was a chance he would let him live. So, he begrudgingly parted his lips to allow the other man access to his mouth.
He smiled satisfactorily and pushed the hot blade between the British man's lips, setting it flat against his tongue and burning the organ. Kol's entire body started to convulse as he screamed out in pain. He had never felt anything like it before in his life.
Quinn and Bonnie approached the camp, happy to tell the others that they had found a source of water to the north. All of their excitement was drained though as they witnessed Damon torturing the young man who had tried to attack Rachel back at the shuttle and said very inappropriate things to Quinn. The blonde started to panic as she looked around for any sign of Rachel.
She spotted her sitting on one of the tree roots beside the fire, looking away from the display. Her hazel eyes roamed over her body and she saw the bruises on her face and arms, and the cut along her neck. Luckily, it was shallow. Still, she could feel her body reacting and anger rushing through her veins. Her muscles suddenly tense. What had they missed while they were gone? What had Kol attempted to do?
The two girls approached Damon, and Quinn asked him, "What the hell happened while we were gone?"
"Stay out of this, Blondie." He responded.
She took another step toward him and placed a hand on Damon's arm, stopping him from further torturing the man. He looked down and caught her eyes and she asked him, "What did he do to her?"
Damon could tell that Quinn was angry. Her body was shaking, her jaw was clenched tightly, and she had a look glimmering in her eyes that said she was prepared to kill anyone that hurt his sister. He respected her for that. He thought that she was a good person for Rachel to have around her because she would always protect her, no matter what she had to do.
"He took Rachel into the forest, pinned her against a tree, and put this knife to her throat." He explained, waving the knife around in the air. "But, no worries, he says he wasn't gonna kill her." He stated sarcastically.
She couldn't control the anger she was feeling in that moment. She just wanted to teach him a lesson. Rachel was the most innocent person that she had ever met. She wasn't a criminal, she was on that shuttle because she was born, and she was a good person. She didn't deserve to be attacked or threatened, and it was obvious that he had planned to kill her despite what he said.
"Give me the knife, Damon." Her voice was low and her hazel eyes were dark.
"Ooh." Damon said with a grin. "Looks like Blondie has a dark side." He held out the knife for her and she reached out and grabbed it.
Quinn had never thought about hurting someone before and she certainly had never thought about killing someone, but when she looked at Kol smirking at her from his restrained position she wanted nothing more than to give him a taste of his own medicine.
It was difficult for him to speak after Damon had burnt his tongue, but he still managed to force the words out. "You can't do this." He told her and he looked so confident in that statement. He looked so proud that it made Quinn sick. She was disgusted with the man.
"Watch me." She growled.
Kol wasn't wearing a shirt, it had been removed for torturing purposes when he was tied up into the tree, and Quinn used this to her advantage. She placed the tip of the knife to his stomach, right above his bellybutton, then she dug it deep into his skin and pulled it clear to the other side of his chest. The cut wasn't deep enough to kill him, but it was deep enough to hurt and cause him to scream out in pain.
She felt a small sense of satisfaction as she watched the blood roll down over his chest and drip from his shoulders. It should have made her feel like a terrible person, but in her mind she believed he deserved it.
Bonnie was watching the scene with worried eyes. She understood why Damon was angry at Kol, she understood why they were doing what they were, she just didn't know if it was the right thing to do. If they started killing people for their crimes then things would get out of hand, people would start to rebel. She glanced over at Rachel and she could see the distress written all over her face. It was apparent that she too was having conflicting thoughts about what was going on.
Kol was a dangerous man and he needed to be punished for his behavior, but there had to be a better way to go about it.
She took a step toward the two of them and said, "Come on you guys, this isn't the way to deal with him! We can't just go around killing people!"
"What do you suggest, judgy?" Damon asked with a glare in her direction. Just when he thought that Bonnie and him were on the same page she suggests not killing the man that attempted to kill his sister? When was she going to learn that you can't save everyone?
"Let him go." She told him. "We banish him from the campsite and if he ever shows his face again, then we kill him." The older man looked to be thinking the plan through and that gave Bonnie a sense of hope. He hadn't immediately dismissed it. "He will probably die out there on his own anyway, and if not, then he can survive alone."
Damon continued to think about it, then he smirked and shook his head. "Nah, I'd rather just kill him now." He held out his hand and Quinn handed him the knife back. He twisted around and held the knife hard against Kol's throat watching as fear filled his dark eyes.
"Damon!"
He recognized the voice. It was Rachel. His jaw tightened, but he didn't move. If anything he cut even deeper into the other man's throat as he was reminded about what he could have lost.
"I agree with Bonnie." She told him. Rachel was the only one who had been there during the attack and she had her doubts if he would have killed her or not. He was an angry young man, thrown into the dangers of Earth, and he acted wrong. That wasn't enough to take his life.
"He tried to kill you, Rach." Damon growled, tears shimmering in his eyes as he chewed on his bottom lip. He wanted so badly to just end Kol's life. He wanted to rid the scum from the world. He wanted to never have to worry about him coming back and succeeding next time.
"That doesn't make what you are doing right." She cast her brown eyes to Quinn and the blonde tensed.
"What's the difference?!" Kol spoke up. He sounded like he had already given up on life. "If you banish me I'm already dead!" He laughed. "You may as well kill me now and put me out of my misery."
Damon raised his brows and said, "He said it, not me."
"Damon." Bonnie glared in his direction.
"Fine." He whined. Bonnie was starting to wonder if it was ever possible for him to be serious about anything. He was always playing around. He turned and looked Kol directly in the eyes, his voice low and angry. "But, if I ever see your face again. I will kill you."
'And If I Die Tonight And Go To Hell, Oh Well.
I Wonder Will I See You?'
"I promise you all that you will not be disappointed." Niklaus grinned as he climbed the tall rocks with his followers close behind. "There is plenty of water and food sources to sustain your lives, and plenty of space to set up our own camp." The more that he could seclude his men from the others the better. They were more likely to be loyal to him then.
The men and women who were following him were excited to hear that they would be getting both food and water once they reached the top of the rocks. They were parched and their stomach's were empty.
"Just one more-" His voice died in his throat as he pulled himself over the ledge of the rock and to the flat surface on top. There was a wide opening with banana trees and a creek and it would have been a wonderful place to set up camp, only it seemed that someone else had already claimed it.
Hanging from the vines were three men who had been killed during the landing, their bodies were tied to the branches with their arms and legs spread wide. Their stomachs were cut open and they had marks carved along their arms and legs and over their eyes. He didn't recognize the language that the markings were written in, they looked to be a mix of languages, a new language perhaps?
Niklaus had a feeling that something was warning them to leave.
The five people that were following him all started to scream and run in the opposite direction, heading back to camp.
The British man didn't scream though, instead he slowly started to back away from the sight. He could feel eyes on him from every direction, but he couldn't see anything. They could see him. Finally, he turned to run and he fell over his own feet, landing on his back on one of the rocks below. He felt a pain shoot through his back as he watched the trees above.
There were creatures jumping from limb to limb of the trees, they were fast, they were strong, and they had full body armor made from the bones of dead animals. He screamed and forced himself to move, clawing at the rocks and pulling himself to his feet.
'I'm Living In A Dark And Dying Day.'
Author's Note :
Like I said above I am so sorry that there wasn't much romance in this chapter! The next chapter will make up for it SOOO much! I plan to have all the pairings get intimate in different ways and have one actually probably have sex in the next chapter. :)) I can't explain how it happens, but it will make sense to the story! Who do y'all think it will be? Do you guys like the action side of the story too? Do any of you guys sympathize with Kol or do you think he deserved it? What will happen with him out there? What about Klaus?
I love you all so much for reading and thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews! They keep me writing! :))
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-Tracy Cook-