The person who requested asked for something light but you guys know that dark is my forte. So, sorry but I'm not sorry.
Feb 10th was my birthday and I'm officially nineteen now. I celebrated last Friday by watching Warm Bodies with my best friend. It's amazing, guys, I loved the whole thing. My only qualm was that I could make out Teresa Palmer's Aussie accent sometimes and as most YA stories the romance was a bit rushed but besides from that, it was cool. I bought the Warm Bodies book too and I'm enjoying it so far. Lastly, I've stopped watching TVD, I've had enough of the Julie Plec show.
"Caroline is a vampire hunter, Kol is an original vampire." -butterflymm19
She smells like oranges, sandalwood and sweat.
Kol idly ponders this as he watches the female hunter fight with his vampire minions. She's dressed in a loose mossy green jacket, grey singlet, dark jeans and combat boots – not really that appealing to his tastes but there's this certain vibrancy to her with the way she shot wooden bullets at his minions, shoved stakes into their chests and sprayed them with vervain.
She's fearless, ruthless and merciless as she killed without regret or even taking a breath. It's rather impressive since it's six against one but she holds her own, already eliminating half. A vampire grabs her from behind and she elbows him in the gut, backhanding him in the face before turning around and roundhouse kicking him to the ground, then she stakes him. Then she throws a vervain grenade to the remaining two vampires immobilizing them enough for her to stake them and then it's all over.
That has to be some kind of record and he glances at his watch to check: fifteen minutes. That has to be the fastest kill he's ever witnessed, the girl had talent and she only looks to be a teenager, barely eighteen even but there was a cold frigidness to her eyes as she stares up at him from on top of the rooftop and beckons him with a slim finger.
He hasn't met a girl before, a human girl albeit a hunter who could dare to challenge him, an Original vampire, one of the oldest in the world, one of the most feared just below Nik who was known to witches as the ultimate abomination against nature, hybrid that he was.
He feels something stirring inside him as he glares down at the pretty blonde hunter. Her blue eyes gleaming almost translucent in the moonlight, cocky smirk on her pouty lips as she tightened her now sweaty ponytail. He wants to kill her but at the same time he doesn't because he's intrigued. And very few things interest him anymore after a thousand years of living.
He continues to stare at the insolent little hunter before she grabs her shotgun of the floor and aims It up at him, it's too high up to reach but he understands this was all bravado. "You coming down, Kol-pie?"
What did she just call him?
She grins and puts her gun done to her side, eyes gleaming mockingly as he balks at her. "Come now, Kolicious, I don't have all night!"
He snaps out of her shock and in a second he's gone from the rooftop and down at the ground, behind her, so close he can smell her intoxicating scent even more to a point he wants to know if she tastes as she smells. Ugh, snap out of it, man.
She turns around slowly and looks up at him, eyes narrowed but doesn't take a step back. Her hand creeps to the inside of her jacket where there are more stakes but he just rolls his eyes and grabs her wrist, his other one taking the shotgun and throwing it many feet away. Then he rips off her jacket until it's in slivers, stakes, wooden bullets, a handheld gun and a fucking dagger (where did she get that?) fall to the ground and he turns her around, her back pressed closely to his and his assaulted by how warm she is.
Her breath hitches when he sniffs her neck, wanting to taste her sweat and bite into the porcelain flesh and feast on her rich, red blood. His fangs lengthen and he tries to dig his teeth into the fleshy column before a knife is shoved into his gut and he lets her go, grunting as he takes out the fucking knife she had hidden in her boot.
"That wasn't nice." He growls as he drops the knife to the ground.
"What do you think this is my first day?" She quips before she lunges at him, landing a few blows on his face and torso and fuck! even his crotch before he finally has enough and disables her by grabbing her wrist and crushing the bone in muscle with one squeeze.
She yelps as she falls to the ground, cradling her wrist, eyes watering and he wants to kick her in the gut. Stupid bitch. Instead he grabs her by the leg, dragging her towards him and he crouches down until he can see all the bruises and cuts on her skin.
She smells divine, that unique scent of oranges and sandalwood makes him want to bottle it up forever and breath it in like a fine perfume.
"You know, kid, you've got guts." He said. "Not many people are brave enough to go against an Original vampire, let alone me. You're just lucky it's not Nik or Bekah, they'd really make you suffer for even being stupid enough to try."
She glares at him through wet lashes and shudders and frowns when his fingers tuck the shorter loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear then caress her jaw before finally tugging on her injured wrist making her whimper in pain. He inspects what he's done for a minute, poking it even and making her cry out before he tsks.
"That will take weeks to heal the human way since you hunters are so against vampire blood. Poor you." He shakes his head in faux-sympathy, making her huff and he smirks when she tries to stand up.
Ah, hunters, always are fighting till the bitter end.
His hand goes to her knee and her eyes widen before the bone snaps with a pop and she gasps, sobbing when the white hot heat takes over. He watches her writhe on the dirt for a minute, cocking his head to the side as he observed her pain. He remembers the words he's been called over the centuries by supernatural being sand humans alike – cruel, heartless, sadist, demon, monster. All labels anyway, just on the surface of touching just how dark and twisted he really was.
Nik and Rebekah maybe spiteful and vindictive but he's the one that made hundreds of witches and vampires bow to the knee when he and his siblings started their takeover of North America, he took New Orleans first since it's his favorite town while the others took on the bigger cities like L.A., New York, Washington, Chicago – it a few years but now the Northern Kingdom was theirs to rule. Soon, they'd take on the rest of the world and that was just the start, the start of a new empire, one ruled by the most vicious and relentless predators the world has ever seen.
Hunters started their rebellion, of course. Groups of guerilla troops kept cutting down their infinitely larger numbers by day and night, blood always being spilled, vampire and hunter alike, some old and some young or even younger than the hunter on the ground.
"What's your name?" He asks but she's panting from the agony of her broken bones and just keeps her eyes close, tear tracks on her pale cheeks.
He sighs before tugging off the dog tags on her neck until the chain broke and read the inscription: C. Forbes.
Forbes?
"Wait, are you Bill Forbes' daughter?"
Her jaw is clenched trying not to scream from the pain but nods quickly.
Oh, so she wasn't just any newbie hunter, trying to take on the big baddies. She was the daughter of the leader of the hunters, an ultimate haul really if he decides to play with this new information with great care. Bill Forbes has been a thorn on their side for a while now, they were able to eliminate his right hand man, Alaric Saltzman a month ago but it still hasn't stopped the rebels from fighting on. Humans were always going on no matter how hopeless it was.
It was time to snuff out that bloody light in their spirits and let them know who was boss around here.
He grins down at the sobbing girl before biting into his wrist. Her eyes widen in realization and misery before he forces her to swallow his blood, shaking her head and trying to push him away but he's relentless and only pulls away when he sure she's had enough. She tries to spit out the blood but it's too late, her lips bloody as he looks down at her and whispers,
"Sweetheart, give your dad a message for me – Checkmate."
He snaps her neck.