The ride home with Matt was way more peaceful than I thought it would be, I don't know why but I'd always assumed Matt to be the talkative type but he wasn't doing much of it on the drive right now. I thought about being polite and asking him how he enjoyed his evening, or apologising for him being stuck taking me home but I was too busy mulling over everything that had happened tonight, the kiss from Kol being the main thing on my mind. It had just come out of nowhere and really had me puzzled, not that I minded kissing him, of course not. He was incredibly handsome, that wasn't in doubt at all, but he was also trouble. With a capital T. And I had a knot in my stomach that told me what I'd helped him do tonight would come back to bite me on the ass one day. Hard.
"You alright Isla?" Matt asked breaking my train of thought "You look a little worried."
"I'm fine" I lied "just tried, want to get home."
"5 more minutes and I'll have you there." Matt smiled over at me sweetly and I couldn't help but return the gesture.
"Thanks Matt." I pondered if asking him my next question would be worth the hassle it could bring me with Sophia if I opened this can of worms, but I thought screw it and went for it anyway. "So what's going on with you and Rebekah?"
"Nothing." Matt laughed "I think she likes me…but I'm not sure."
"Yeah, she's not the only one" I sighed.
"Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on me Isla?" Matt eyed me, his expression completely serious.
"What?! Ew. God no." I shook my head and then realised he now looked a little offended. "Okay…that came out ruder than I meant. No, I don't like you. Well I like you Matt. But not like that, that's weird. I was talking about Sophia."
"Sophia?" his face now took on an adorably confused looked as he turned his attention back to the road.
"Yes, Sophia! Honestly Donovan I think you might be blind. She's only been crushing on for like 10 years."
"That's sweet I guess." Matt shrugged, he didn't sound too sure.
"You guess? You either like her or you don't. One way or another that girl needs to know if it's ever going to happen or not. If it's a no then she can move on."
"She hot" Matt shrugged "There's no denying that, but she's in the year below me in school. It's kinda weird."
"Oh my god Matt it's only one year."
"Yeah but that year feels like a lot."
"Well next time she's flirting with you, don't flirt back. Maybe be nice enough to tell her it's not going to happen." I could feel my anger slip into my voice a little, but I just couldn't help it. He'd be lucky to have Sophia, she was good looking and funny, as far as I'm concerned you couldn't ask for much more than that. We sat in silence the rest of the way home, Matt frowning at the road.
I needed my key to open the door, so that meant my dad was still over at the Mikaelson ball, probably deep in conversation with Mayor Lockwood about something every other normal human being would find mind numbingly boring. I kicked my shoes off at the door and climbed the stairs, sighing in relief when I reached my bedroom and could take the pins that Sophia had stuck in my hair to keep it up out, I pulled my hair free and ran my hand through the curls, loosening them. Walking into the bathroom I started to unzip my dress and stuck the plug in the drain of the bath, turning on the hot tap. I didn't really need a bath considering I had just showered at Sophia's a few hours ago but I felt like having one anyway.
While I was waiting for the tub to fill up I walked back through to my bedroom and emptied the contents of my bag onto the bed, cringing at the clinking noise those daggers made as the fell out and landed onto the duvet. My phone not far behind them, I picked it up and sent a text off to Sophia, thinking it was best to let her know about my conversation earlier with Matt. So I typed it all up, letting her know everything I had said, and then everything Matt had. It didn't take long for her to reply. And she was not happy at all. Not only with Matt's response but with the fact that I had the nerve to even approach the subject with him in the first place. I took my phone with me back into the bathroom as I filled up the water level further with some cold. It'd gotten far too hot for me to just jump straight in.
Once I was out of the bath and had my pyjamas on I stared at the daggers laying on my bed, curiosity taking over I picked one of them up and placed my finger on the point, I placed a little pressure on the end of it just to see if the thing was as sharp as it looked and sure enough a little pinprick of blood appeared on my finger. I popped the finger into my mouth to quickly get rid of the blood and then looked closer at the pattern on the hilt of the blade, it was really intricate and another indication of how old these things were, there weren't any blacksmiths or whatever they were called around nowadays to make anything similar to this. As I picked up another of the blades to see if the pattern matched on them all I was disgusted to see that there was, what I'm assuming to be a little dried on blood there. Maybe Kol was serious after all. I didn't want these things in my house anymore and couldn't wait until I could see him again, just to hand them over. I had to hide them in the meantime as promised, so I wrapped them back up in the cloth and hid them where I hid everything else I didn't want my dad to find. In my underwear drawer. I squeezed them in right at the back of the drawer beside my really bad fake id. My dad wasn't one for snooping so I knew they'd be safe there until Kol could take them back.
Two Weeks Later.
My dad was at a real estate conference in Georgia, along with all the other sad ass estate agents in the area. Hell, I'm sure some had even flown in just especially. So I had the house to myself for a full week, at first I was dreading it because you know, responsibility. But he left me plenty of money for food. I'd spent most of it already on take out as my cooking skills were minimal but I had somehow managed to make myself dinner tonight, proper dinner. And by proper I mean I didn't need to put it in the microwave or pick up the phone to place the order. It was pretty simple really, just a curry nothing impressive but I was still proud as punch. The house hadn't burned down, and as far as I'm aware I hadn't poisoned myself. So all in all, an achievement. I checked my phone for the 100th time today, I hadn't heard from Sophia since the night of the Mikaelson's ball. She'd ignored me so far the past two weeks at school, not even acknowledging my presence when I tried to talk to her. Which was rude, but that was Sophia's style when you pissed her off. She'd go to pretending I didn't exist for a while until something happened she couldn't talk about with anyone else, then she'd come back, say she'd forgiven me and everything would go back to normal. I Hope.
My peace and quiet was interrupted by a knocking on the door, a very annoying knock. Not just a quick few taps against the wood, no this was a consistent sound. It felt like something a young school kid would do, just to be annoying. "Right, I get the point!" I shouted at the door as I peeled myself of the sofa to go answer the door, then maybe punch whoever it was behind it.
"Well you look grouchy darling." Kol smirked at me as I opened the door, his fist still raised in the air, the same spot it had been while he was knocking repeatedly on my door.
"You're annoying, who knocks like that?!" I could feel my teeth grinding together as I tried to not let my temper show, I was easily wound up but I wouldn't let him know that. "What do you want? Wait, how do you know where I live?"
"Which question would you like answered first?" he laughed and shook his head at me, standing to his full height he straightened and looked behind me, into the living room of the house.
"Excuse me." I waved my hand in front of him, drawing his attention back down to me "Don't be so nosey." I mocked his accent as I shut the door a little, letting him know I wasn't happy with him looking in.
"You've seen my home.." he shrugged, leaning against the frame of the door and placing his hand against the door to reopen what I'd just closed. "It's only fair. Aren't you going to invite me in? Ask me if I want something to eat or drink? Where are your manners Isla Fell?"
"Fine, come in." I conceded, standing back from the door to let him in, closing it behind us as we walked into the living room. Kol threw himself onto the sofa, leaning back into the cushions with a grin. "What're you looking so happy about?"
"Nothing in particular." The grin didn't move. "I just wanted to check that the daggers were safe and sound."
"They are. Can you take them back please, I don't like having them here they're really creepy. I'm pretty sure there is dried blood on the handle of one of them."
"Probably." Kol nodded "chances are it'll be mine or Rebekah's."
"Why isn't your brother in jail then?" the disbelief was clear in my voice but Kol only continued to smirk at me.
"I doubt they could build a jail to keep my brother contained."
"What is he? A damn magician. I'm sure Sheriff Forbes could manage just fine." I stressed the issue, growing slightly concerned that I was hiding something on Kol's behalf now, that could end up with that psychopath at my door.
"Don't worry about it." Kol shrugged and got to his feet, looking around the room. He walked up to the mantelpiece and picked up one of the photo frames, turning it to me and smiling widely. "Look how cute." It was an old school photo taken of me before my first day at kindergarten.
"Put that down." I walked over and took the frame from his hands, placing it back in the spot where it belonged. When I turned around he wasn't standing there anymore, I walked into the kitchen to see if he had wandered through but he wasn't there either. "Kol!" I shouted, actually a little annoyed that he had the nerve to just go exploring. I'd checked every room on the bottom floor and shook my head as I looked towards the staircase to see his shoes sitting neatly on the bottom stair. Was this guy serious? My footsteps on the stairs were loud, but I didn't care, I was getting more aggravated by the minute and he had the gall to say anything about my manners? When I reached the top landing I could see that my bedroom was lit up, not by the main light on the ceiling but probably one of the bedside lamps that sat on their table, it was a dim light but bright enough to spill out into the dark hall from the crack in the door.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked loudly when I pushed open the door to find Kol laying on the bed, against the headboard. "Get out!" he was flicking through my copy of the mortal instruments, his head only popping up to look at me for a second before he went back down to the book.
"I don't agree with your choice in literature darling." He sighed putting the book back down "You're reading a book about a guy that fancies his sister? Little odd don't you think?" one of his eyes brows raised and it looked like he was trying his best to hold back a smirk.
"Okay a) get out of my fucking room. b) it's complicated! Don't comment if you haven't read all the books."
"No need to swear." He smiled widely jumping to his feet. Walking over to the closet he pulled the door open and stood inside, having a quick browse over the hangers. "Where are the daggers?"
"Safe."
"A little bit more information Isla." He said with exasperation turning back to face me, I went over to the drawer and pulled it open, navigating my hand through the material to the back, where I knew they were hidden away.
"Here." I held them out to where he was standing, when they weren't taken from my hand I turned to look, seeing that he wasn't standing there anymore.
"Interesting hiding spot." He commented with a laugh. I turned my head around to find him standing on my left hand side, his hands currently sifting through the material in the drawer. "Just for the record, I like this color." He held up a pair of red lace underwear and spun them around one finger.
"Out. Now." Kol acted like I hadn't just shouted at him, placing the underwear back into the drawer he walked over to the window on the furthest wall and quickly shut the curtains, making the room even darker given that the streetlight from outside was no longer making it through it window. I was about to repeat my previous words when before I could even get the first letter out, he had somehow moved me to the wall. My back now pressing against it with his hand placed over my mouth tightly. He silently placed one of his fingers over his own lips, the universal signal for shut the hell up. I couldn't process what the hell he was doing until I heard the now unfortunately familiar voice of his brother, shouting up from outside.
"Isla!" Klaus bellowed from below as I could hear the front door downstairs rattle. Kol's hand pressed more firmly against my mouth, his eyes now changed from mischievous to deadly serious. I nodded as much as I could given the force behind his hand. Slowly he removed it and placed his now free hand against the wall, I was stuck between him and the wall but I figured that was his plan. There was complete, eerie silence for about two minutes – which felt like twenty, until I heard Klaus' voice again. The front door shook, I didn't know what he was doing downstairs and I was too scared to take a guess.