"Caroline should flip her switch" –taytaysmile10
This is set around 3x13, a different ending to how Caroline reacts to her father's death.
Some dark writing so be forewarned.
After being awaken from nearly a century of being inside a coffin with a dagger in his chest cavity and finding his mother back from the grave, Kol decides to take a walk because he's pretty sure his brain is five seconds away from exploding. Everyone in the house is either furious or unusually calm about the situation thus he doesn't want to be around the Horror Show that is his family. All they need is their father and the insane dynamics would all be present. Too bad Nik killed him.
He doesn't know where he is as he hasn't been in this town since a thousand years ago when he was just a witch's son trying to keep out of the way of his Viking father's unending hatred for his brother. Thus he finds himself walking down an empty street of houses, the utter stillness of it all making him feel more anxious than calm. He stops at the sight of a blonde walking out of the house. She was tall and pretty, he could make that out thanks to superior senses and street lamps.
She doesn't even seem to acknowledge him as she passes by him, gaze forward to some other destination, walking on like she has nothing but time in the world and not caring about it. He follows her and calls out. "Where are you going, darling?"
She finally pauses and turns around to look at him, expression blank, eyes empty. "Nowhere."
It takes him half a minute to know what's going on. Girl is obviously a vampire and her switch is off. He steps forward to look at her more and she really is quite lovely, all doll-like looks and her empty eyes reminding him of the porcelain ones Rebekah used to be fascinated with. He takes one of her shiny blonde curls in his fingers and tugs lightly, trying to get a reaction out of her and nothing.
He cups her face and she just keeps staring at him blankly. He tugs her towards him, hand on her waist and kisses her hard, teeth nipping unto her bottom lip. Blood is on his tongue and in hers and he kisses her like a punishment. And still nothing.
He pulls back and she shakes her head at him, as if to tell him there is really no one home. He wonders what caused her to do this to herself. Even in their worst moments, his siblings never dared to turn off their emotions, preferring to let it consume them than feel nothing. There is nothing worse than a monster that doesn't feel after all.
He wraps his fingers around her neck, tightening it enough to impede on her breathing and waits for a reaction. And still nothing. He lets her go and she stumbles back from the force but remains on her feet. She stares back at him with empty eyes and it makes him want to shiver.
He turns around and walks away. He can hear her turn around and walk the opposite direction. Her footfalls are like a loud thrumming in the empty streets. Her heartbeat is faint, as if not there at all.