"Kol is a detective and Caroline is murder suspect :)"
"fishing - don't know why this came to mind, it just did *shrugs*" -CoffeeFanatic87
This is a sequel to 'kerosene and desire'. You might need to read that to understand this one a bit more.
Kol glares down at the pretty blonde tied to the chair with vervain ropes. Even though she is covered in blood and mud, that unique scent is still present on her - oranges and sandalwood. That scent he still can't seem to get out of his head. But pretty scents aside, he can't deny the fact he is annoyed at this little hunter turned vampire.
"Hello again, sweetheart," He drawls out. "I see you've had a little trouble adjusting."
If by a 'little' he means 'hunting down vampires at an alarming speed it's giving him whiplash'. When he turned this little hunter he thought that maybe he could break the spirit of her father by having his only child turned into the very thing he despises and essentially make it easier for Kol to take down the hunters and end this bloody war but no.
What does he get? A vampire who hunters other vampires, a fucking dilemma if nothing else.
The blonde refuses to even acknowledge him and just glares down at the floor and chews her on her full lower lip. She flinches when he grabs her chin and forces her to look at him.
"I know you're new with vampirism but you should show me some respect." He growls but his fingers are gentle as he wipes at the blood on her lip where she's bitten too hard. He licks the blood off his thumb and grins inside when he sees her look of disgust.
"You know when I turned you I didn't expect you to be so troublesome." She tries to turn her head away from him when his fingers go to the loose blonde hairs at her temple that were too short to be tied into her very messy ponytail and twisting the bloody strands in his fingers. "I mean, I knew you were feisty when we first met but I didn't expect you to go on a killing spree."
"I was just doing what I was trained to do." She snaps back, twisting her head to get his hands off her. "I'm still a hunter, no matter what you did to me."
"And why is that?" He tugs on her ponytail a bit too hard and she hisses. "You think denying what you are now and killing your own kind will make your daddy love you again?"
He smiles bitingly and skims his fingers over her furrowed eyebrows. "Poor little girl, he's never going to love you again."
"Shut up!"
She twists trying to get out of her bonds and he steps back to let her have her little tantrum. He watches calmly as she tries to escape, screaming in frustration with the futility of it all. When she finally realizes it's impossible, she slumps back down on the chair and glares at him in mutiny.
"This is all your fault," She hisses. "You made me like this."
"I merely gave you my blood," He replies. "What you did afterwards was all on you."
She shakes her head vehemently and glares at him with so much poison, anger and hate, he could almost taste it. He went closer to her again until she was forced to tilt her head up to look at him.
"You could've let yourself fade away when you woke up. Said your goodbyes to all the other sad little hunters as you decided to die instead of becoming a bloodsucking monster – but you didn't." He pauses, caressing the apple of her cheek lightly with his nails before continuing. "Instead you completed the transition and use your new abilities to help you hunt down my men.
"The questions is - why? Why not die than become a vampire?" He leans down and looks into those bright eyes of hers, all blue fire just itching to burn him into nothing but charcoal and ash. "Why live on, little hunter?"
She's quiet for a small while, her jaw clenching and unclenching before she finally speaks. "I didn't want to die."
"And there it is," He grins, satisfied. "You chose to survive and-"
"No," She interrupts sharply and he blinks at her before she continues, slowly, bitingly. "I didn't want to die, knowing you finally won. I didn't want my life wasted on something that became a lost cause. So you're right I chose this because I would rather be a bloodsucking monster messing up your fucking plans than in a box unable to do anything to stop you!"
He's taken back and he stares at this enraged little vampire, all anger and promises of misery and death to come, all blonde hair and hate-filled blue eyes like an angry angel.
"So you can kill me now but at least I didn't become the chess piece you intended me to be." She finishes. "So to hell with your 'checkmate'."
And he doesn't know what to say to that, just couldn't stop staring at this little girl who has more fire in her than anyone he's ever met, not even his siblings, not even himself. And he wants her. He wants to tear her apart, reach into that fire inside her, consume it and destroy everything she loves until he's finally won. And then he'll put her back together.
"I underestimated you." He smiles at her, all dark joy and sadistic little vows and she shudders. "A mistake I plan to rectify."
Now she's wary, eyeing him with suspicion. Clever girl.
His fingers trace the seam of her full lips as she says, "What are you planning?"
"My next move, of course." He replies easily. "We're still playing after all."
And this time, checkmate is for real.