Pairing: Ric/Kol (M/m) hand, ruler; Kol/Ric (m/M) hand

Prompt fulfilled for Vampirequeen666 from AO3

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Early Morning

Aaron tossed and turned. He knew he had been a major dick to Wes, but he was angry. Every time he drifted off to sleep, he woke up. Was he having nightmares of the camping trip? The one where his parents had died? Wes had been the one to pick him up that night. He'd try not to be so rough on the guy, but he just got so pissed.

Aaron got up to get a drink of water. That was one benefit of being in the maid's room. It was right off the kitchen.

Aaron got himself a piece of pizza and some soda. Fuck sleep. He'd just give up on it.

Aaron held a sound outside.
"What the hell is that?" Aaron said squinting as he looked out the glass door into the back yard. Was it that kid? The twin, Julian? It was like 3am, what the hell was he doing up?

Aaron swallowed his last bite of pizza and opened the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Aaron called out softly.

Julian was almost to the door.

"Hi Aaron, I was just helping the snake and the birds. Can you help me? It's too cold for Mr. Slither to be out here at night," Julian added, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"The python is outside? Dude, what is happening here?" Aaron muttered, scanning the dark yard for the huge snake. He flicked on the back light and didn't see anything.

"He's near the gazebo," Julian explained. "I would get Daddy up but I'm not allowed to be out of bed. You have to help me!"

Aaron peered down at the small African American boy. His bright blue eyes were pleading with him. It was kinda hard to resist.

"Um, okay. I guess I could get the carrier, but I think he needs like an aquarium or something. And mice to eat," Aaron shared, opening the door to let the kid in. He was still in his dino pajamas and it was a cool night.

Julian frowned and said softly, "There are mice in the attic he could eat. I think I saw a fish tank up there, too. Would that work?"

"I think," Aaron said, not really sure. "How did he even get out there?"

"The spell, dummy! To help Damon," Julian said proudly, he was glad to know something the older blonde boy did not.

"Spell? Kid, I think you should go to bed. I really don't know what you are talking about. Damon just had a fever and...," Aaron drifted off.

"Just help me. Please! It's too cold out there. Mr. Slither is going to freeze," Julian begged, pulling on Aaron's arm. "Help me take him to the attic!"

"Oh shit, this is crazy," Aaron said. "You are as nuts as the rest of them around here. I'll help you, but then you got to go to bed. It's like super late."

"I will," Julian confirmed. "Get the holder for him. I'll just call him and we can take him up. Hold on."

Julian ran off back into the night and Aaron got the carrier out of the garage. He wasn't really sure why he was helping the kid. But he didn't really have anything better to do and the boy was insistent.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron had dragged the plastic carrier up into the attic with Julian opening the door and turning on lights for him. It was odd how the snake slithered into the carrier itself, but Aaron figured they did that.

"Okay, now he needs out," Julian said, when they arrived in the dusty attic. "So he can eat."

"How do you even know all this?" Aaron asked with suspicion.

"I can hear them up here," Julian explained.

They heard a sound.

"Crap, someone is coming," Aaron hissed. The attic door opened and Enzo came in.

"What are you two doing up here? Everyone else is sleeping," Enzo said sharply.

"Ask him," Aaron said defensively, pointing at Julian.

"He's five," Enzo said. "I'm asking you."

Aaron balked at the confrontation.

"Julian saw the snake was going to die outside. He made me help him," Aaron whined.

Enzo noticed the snake, still in the carrier.

"What the hell? It was dead," Enzo said in wonderment.

"No, man. It's fine," Aaron said, looking at the olive colored creature. "See?"

Enzo was more alarmed than anything, and didn't know what to say.

"I have to get someone. This is...amazing," Enzo finally acknowledged.

Julian ran to him, his big eyes wide. "No, we'll get in trouble and they might kill him again. Please, Enzo, help Mr. Slithers. He's hungry."

Enzo looked into the little boy's sea blue eyes and felt himself moved. He knew he should get Elijah, but something stopped him.

"Fine. But I never helped you, okay?" Enzo said firmly. He took the snake out of the carrier and they watched it slither to the darker side of the attic. "Guys, we'll deal with this in the morning. I think you both better get to bed. Remember, I was never up here. Come on, Julian, I'll carry you down to your room."

"Yay," Julian said. "Aaron, can you get him some water? There's a bowl there."
Aaron found himself getting to fetch the water as Enzo returned the boy to bed. What the hell had just happened? He didn't even like animals.

Salvatore Boarding House

Early Morning

Katherine, Nadia, and Pearl came home to find he front door wide open and Harper and Annabelle on the floor.

"Oh my-," Pearl shouted, vamping to her daughter. "Annabelle!"

Nadia went to Harper, saying, "His neck is broken! Harper, Harper, can you hear me? Wake up."

Katherine grunted, "What a mess! Where are the others?"

Nadia used her fangs to cut open her wrist and fed Harper her blood. In her experience, that helped vampires wake up after they were "killed" in this manner. She told Pearl to try it with her daughter. She did and Annabelle moaned.

"Mother? What happened?" Annabelle croaked.

"I do not know. Where are the others?" Pearl asked. "Did they hurt you?"

Harper stirred and was able to sit up.

"Yes, ma'am," Harper said roughly. "They must have stolen the key. I am awfully sorry, they overpowered us."

Katherine frowned, "Annabelle is centuries older. How disgraceful. Pearl, your daughter needs trained in self-defense. I am going to call the Sheriff. They could be anywhere."

Pearl shook her head.

"No, they will kill them," Pearl seethed. "I think we needs get these two into bed and go on a hunting trip of our own. When I catch them, they will wish they were deceased!"

"Mama, no," Annabelle begged. "They are too unstable. What if they hurt you?"

Pearl's face was stern.

"I was entombed for over a hundred years, I will not let myself be taken down again. Not by some baby vampires who need a sound thrashing. Katherine, Nadia, are you with me?" Pearl said.

Katherine looked dubious, Nadia was fussing over Harper.

"I don't know why we should bother," Katherine admitted.

"We told the others that we would look after them. They are our responsibility. With a little time and effort, they can live in society," Pearl assured her. "They just need a bit of motivation."

"I can help," Harper said, standing shakily. "Thank you, Miss Nadia."

"No, Harper, you are too weak," Nadia said carefully. "You rest and remember, it is just Nadia. Folks are no longer so formal in their speech. We are all equal here. Please remember that."

"Yes, ma'am," Harper said respectfully.

"And don't call me 'ma'am' either," Nadia teased. "We are all friends here. Now, we'll get you some blood and then we'll find Frederick and the others."

Pearl inquired as to exactly what happened from Annabelle and Harper. They told her all they could remember, but Annabelle carefully left out the part where she was sneaking out to see Jeremy Gilbert.

"I almost expected this from Frederick," Pearl conceded. "But not Bethanne or Billy."

"But where we the three of you?" Annabelle pressed. "There was a small earthquake. The power went out and there was a terrible storm. The phones were dead. We were frightened."

Katherine rolled her eyes.

"Dear child, the question is, why were you attempting to leave? Have you no sense?" Katherine questioned.

Pearl frowned and put an arm on her friend.

"Katherine, allow me to speak to my daughter. I am sure she will be forthcoming," Pearl said tightly. "She knows the consequences for lying to me. Right, Annabelle?"

Annabelle frowned and looked at her feet.

"Um, I was going to check on you," Annabelle almost whispered.

Pearl looked at Harper, asking, "Is that true, Harper?"
Harper shuffled his feet and gave Annabelle a pained look.

"That is rightly what Miss-, I mean, Annabelle, said she was gonna do, ma'am," Harper reported. "But she was mighty dressed up and wearing rouge on her cheeks and lips. And...she was wearing a toilet water that smelled like flowers. It was right strong."

"Perfume?" Katherine snickered. "I think Miss Annabelle was fixing to see the Gilbert boy. Pearl, maybe you ought to start locking her room?"

"Is that true, Annabelle?" Pearl demanded. "We have not the time to be wasting on this. Tell me and speak true."

Annabelle blushed hotly, "I did want to see Jeremy! You took my phone and I was worried. But as it got worse, I was planning to check on you. I swear it, Mother!"

"Very well," Pearl said. "Either way, you ought not to have left the house. Retire to your room and bathe. You have blood on your neck. We shall see to the others. And do not leave this house!"

Katherine watched as Nadia helped Harper up the stairs.

"Hurry, Nadia. Time is a wasting," Katherine chided. "I don't think they could have gotten too far. At the first sight of a motor vehicle, I'm sure they took to the woods. There are only several roads out of town."

Lockwood Mansion

"Well, the storm seems to have cleared," Mason acknowledged. He sat in the living room of the mansion with his nephew Tyler and Matt Donovan.

"Good. That was freaky. I'm glad you rich folks have a generator," Matt joked. "No one has that stuff on my street."

"Oh, Mason's as poor as you are, Matt," Tyler retorted. "He blew his trust fund on Florida girls and cheap beer."

Mason reached over and lightly grabbed Tyler around the neck.

"Not so cheap beer and some of those girls were worth it," Mason laughed. "But my big mistake was dating a vampire! If I had known what Kathy was, I would have touched her with your d-."

"Whoa!" Matt boomed. "Watch it, Mason. I happen to be talking to a real pretty vampire chick. I think I'm gonna ask her out."

Tyler guffawed, "Rebekah freaking Mikaelson! Are you outta your mind?"
Matt was insulted, "She's real nice to me, Ty. Probably nicer to me than Caroline is to you. Mind your own business."
Tyler snickered and put up his hands.

"Shit, I think Donovan here is in love. Talk to him, Uncle Mason. I think I'm going to bed," Tyler yawned.

Matt had been staying with Tyler and Mason the last couple of days. Rebekah had offered to speak to his landlord for him, but he just didn't feel comfortable with that. Matt had been trying to get a hold of his mom since Vicki entered rehab, but had been unsuccessful. He had lost power and the water and gas were cut off due to lack of payment. The back pay was in the hundreds and his truck finally died for good.

"No, man. It's not love, probably lust," Matt confessed wryly. "But dude, did you ever hear when your parents are coming home? Your mom will kick my ass to the curb fast, so I would like to know."
Mason exchanged a look with Tyler. He replied, "We haven't heard from them. Liz Forbes is covering for my brother as people are starting to wonder where the mayor is. I have to admit, I'm starting to get worried."

"Oh, they will probably show up at the worst time," Tyler said, standing. "I'm not worried. Well, I will be worried if Mom comes back and finds this house all messed up. Uncle Mason, you better clean up tomorrow when we are at school," Tyler reminded him.

Mason surveyed the formally pristine living room. They had moved a big screen tv in there and there were a few messy areas, but it wasn't too bad. A few things had crashed to the floor during the rumbling, but that wasn't their fault.

"Clean up what? Looks fine to me," Mason reported, kicking Tyler's ankle playfully.

"Um, those rings on the coffee table! And the garbage. This rug is like $20K, you should vacuum it. Oh, and all those beer bottles need to be rinsed and put in the recycling. You think my dad is a dick, well, you've never seen Mom around a mess. She can't handle it," Tyler mused. "And some of those busted vases were antiques. Save the pieces for insurance. Everything in this house is insured."

"Oh, I see what you mean," Mason confirmed, looking where Tyler had pointed. "I'll take care of it. You two head to bed. I think all the excitement is over. This town always has weird shit happening."

Matt grabbed his drink and sweatshirt and followed Tyler upstairs. He was sleeping in the other guest room next to his room. He didn't notice his cell phone, dead on the phone. Nor did he get the message that Vicki had left rehab.

Former Donovan Residence

Vicki had used the power outage to escape from the hospital. The generator lights had kicked on after three minutes, but the security system had momentarily been disarmed on the psych ward. The mild earthquake had set up multiple arms and they started to evacuate patients in case a fire had broken out. Vicki laughed as she had set the small fire in the rec room, burning two year old copies of People magazine and some newspaper.

"Fuck this shit," Vicki said. She took an orderlies white coat and snuck out in the confusion. It was their fault for putting her in the psychiatric ward. All she had done was cut herself with her teeth as she detoxed. She hadn't talked to Matty in a week and needed to check on her little brother. Vicki also needed to get high.

Vicki hitchhiked to get to her house. She still had the white jacket on, but if the guy who picked her up would have looked closely, she was wearing footie slippers and a paper hospital gown underneath it. She had even told the guy she was a nurse.

"Maybe I can call you?" the creep had asked.

"Sure. Um, thanks for the ride," Vicki had said, slamming the door of the sedan.

"What's your number?" The man tried. Vickie turned and gave him the finger before running off. She had gotten out at a stop sign and her house was a few hundred yards down. Vicki was still clearheaded enough to not have the moron take her to her own house. She knew what the guy had wanted from her.

Vicki was dismayed that the street was dark. The rain had abated, but it was still wet out. Vicki shivered and held herself closely.

"Fuck. Be home, Matty, be home," Vicki repeated aloud. But the door was locked. She looked under the mat for the spare key and found nothing. She had probably lost it months ago. She tried some window and even tried to break one with a rock, but it didn't work.
"Fuck!" Vicki shrieked. She paced on the small porch and pounded on the door again. "Matty! Let me in!"

Vicki heard a whooshing sound behind her.

"Problem, Miss?" a dark man asked her.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Vicki screamed. Then, two more figures were near her.

"Oh, we came from yonder," the other man said.

"You are scaring her," a woman scolded. "It turns the blood bitter. Let me try."

Vicki felt one of the men grab her arms as the woman gazed into her eyes. Vicki screamed and then spit in her face, shutting her eyes.

"I can't do it," the woman yelled. "Hold her still!"

"Billy, you pigeon-livered swine. Let me do it," the bigger, dark man ordered.

Vicki felt a cold hand on her throat and then felt something sharp entering her neck.

"No!" Vicki struggled, but soon the world when dark. The last thing Vicki saw was the woman trying to grab her before she hit the porch.

Nadia drove Katherine's car as the other woman surveyed the street. They had found an old drunk drained dead and put his body into a dumpster.

"That had to be them," Nadia said, as she opened the car door.

Katherine retorted, "You think? I am tired and need a shower. Ladies, we should split up. Pearl, you get out here. Frederick stinks to high hell. Use your senses. Nadia and I will go to main street and see if we can find more corpses. This is exactly what we did not need to happen with these cave vampires."

"No, Mother, let's stay together," Nadia argued. "How will one subdue them all?"

Pearl stiffened, "They will obey me or they will die. Simple as that. I have tracked lesser foes than them. Frederick does have a distinctive scent."

"Yeah, it's sweat and chewing tobacco," Katherine scoffed. "I don't even know why Damon and Stefan had that in the house. Ugh, so gross. Dial this button and it will call me. I put my cell phone number in Annabelle's phone. See?"

Katherine showed Pearl again what to do. She was a clever woman, but seemed baffled by any modern technology.

Pearl nodded, "I think I understand. Go, Katherine. We have to find them."

Nadia drove off with Katherine in the car and Pearl concentrated. She shut her eyes and used her vampire powers to listen and smell.

Was that a scream?

Pearl vamped to the next street and listened again. She thought she caught the scent of blood and tobacco in the breeze. Yes, that was Frederick.

Pearl followed the scent and found the trios of miscreant arguing on the small porch of a shabby looking house.

"There you are!" Pearl accused, her face darkening with anger. "Do not move a muscle or I will take off your heads."

Bethanne gasped, "Miss Pearl, ah, we..."

"Save it, Bethanne," Pearl hushed her. "Oh no, what have you done?"

Pearl rushed to the body of the girl, putting her ear to her heart.

"She's almost dead," Pearl said, slicing open her wrist with her sharp fangs. She fed the girl her blood, but she feared it was too late. The girl's throat was opened and her heartbeat was almost undetectable.

"We d-did not mean no harm, missus," Billy stuttered. He pointed to Frederick. "Freddy was the one. Tell her, Bethanne! We did not want not part of this predicament. Honest!"

"Pick her up," Pearl demanded. "Katherine and Nadia are just around the corner. We need to get back to the house."

Frederick picked up the lanky body of the teen.
"Oh, I ain't gonna back there to that prison. I aim to be free," Frederick chuckled. He threw the body at Pearl, catching Billy and Bethanne in the process. Pearl heard the sharp crack of bone as the girl's slender neck snapped.

Frederick disappeared into the night.
Bethanne gasped, "Fredrick! Do not leave me!"
Billy grabbed her, "Beth, do not or you shall die, too. Stay."

Pearl picked up the human girl.
"Good gods, I think he killed her. What folly!" Pearl lamented. "Bethanne, take her. We need to get out of here."

"But she ain't breathing," Bethanne corrected. "She is rightly dead."

Billy said dryly, "But Miss Pearl fed her blood. She will turn, right, ma'am?"

"That is how we were all made vampires," Pearl said sternly. She took out the cell phone and dialed Katherine. They would have to call the Sheriff on Frederick after all. He could not be saved.

Mystic Falls High School

Morning

The whole school was buzzing about the weird storm and mild earthquakes the night before. Janitors were cleaning up shattered glass trophy cases and other items damaged during the night.

Ric had told Dorian to sleep in, but the other man was eager to secure work as he had left the Armory with nothing.

"What really is the Armory?" Ric asked quietly. Elena had driven Jeremy and April so they had some time to speak in the car.

"It's really just an information gathering institution. The main premise is that they collect magical relics and information, but we were not to get involved in the affairs of the supernatural. That was a biggie," Dorian explained.

"And you got involved," Ric added. "I'm sorry, man. I know you really enjoyed it there. But the Mikaelsons have paid me for helping them. I'm sure they will do the same for you."
Dorian stiffened, "No, Ric. I can't take money from vampires. You know what they did to my family. I only helped last night because you asked and those Travelers are even more dangerous than vamps. Are we clear on that?"

"Crystal," Ric said. "I don't want to pry, but I thought your family was killed in a house fire last year."
"Their bodies were burned," Dorian said in a distant tone. "But there were a rash of unexplained 'animal attacks' in the area. That's how I got involved in the Armory. I could never find proof, of course, but I'm not done searching. But I did miss teaching. I know high school is different from college, but kids are kids, right?"

Dorian had been working on a PHD at Whitmore, but never went back after his father and sister were killed.

"Right," Ric said. "MFHS is a pretty nice school. I mean, freshman can be tough and seniors are already done for the year, but I enjoy it. They will be lucky to have you."
"And you are sure my paperwork can wait?" Dorian asked uncertainly.

"Well, that's where Stefan comes in," Ric explained. "He'll compel the office staff that you have everything you need. Don't worry."
"Vampires again?" Dorian complained. "Ric, maybe this is bad idea..."

"You are free to take my car home, but Jenna might put you to work," Ric laughed. "But it's totally up to you, man."

Dorian leaned back in his seat.

"No, I like to keep busy. You know me," Dorian said, after a brief pause. "Plus, I may need you to keep me safe if folks at the Armory realize I stole that book."
"Ha, you know I'm a former vampire hunter, not really a body guard. But I'm sure you covered your tracks well. I do know you and I know that you are typically the smartest guy in the room," Ric proposed.

"I knew we were friends for a reason," Dorian chuckled. "But we maybe drank too much of that fine bourbon with your friend, Damon. That was a hell of a night, Ric. A hell of a night."
"Yeah, I hope you can see now that all vampires aren't bad. Some, yeah, but Damon is a good guy. Well, most of the time," Ric said wryly. He was a little hung over, but he felt like it would be a fairly easy day.

Third Hour

Stefan had come through and gotten Dorian a position as a substitute teacher and library assistant.

Ric chatted with Kol and Rebekah before class started in the hallway.

"Ah, you guys made it today," Ric said, yawning. "What a night? How was Damon this morning?"

Kol rolled his eyes, "Still sleeping. Elijah had no compunction about waking us up at dawn, but Damon gets to sleep in, of course."

Rebekah slapped Kol on the arm, "Kol, after what he went through, he ought to be allowed to sleep for a fortnight. Don't be a dolt."

The bell rang and the three filed into the classroom.

Kol said, "I'll just sleep in your class, Ric. Just this once..."

"No way, Kol. And it's Mr. Saltzman to you. Take your seat," Ric said, going to write on the chalkboard.

Kol signed and winked at a girl next to him.

"Um, do you have any paper and a pen, luv?" Kol inquired in his most charming voice.

"Sure," the girl said, handing him some supplies.

Ric started, "We are going to be starting our unit on 18th century Europe with a co-curricular lesson. Mrs. Paxton will be teaching you about British literature in your English classes and we'll do the history research in here. Now, let's see how did the readings this week on Chapter 24..."

Kol woke up halfway through the class to Ric standing over him.

"Kol, you were snoring," Ric whispered. "Man up."

Rebekah laughed out loud and Ric silenced her with a glare.

"Rebekah, can you answer the question?" Ric prompted, walking away from Kol, who was now stretching.

"What was the question, Ric? I mean, Mr.S?" Rebekah asked coyly.

"What was one of the three important revolutions in the 18th century?" Ric repeated with a hint of irritation. It was clear few of the students had done the reading.

"Um, the American...and of course, the French...," Rebekah said, playing with a strand of her pink hair.

Kol chortled, "And the Haitian Revolution."
"Yes, that's correct," Ric said, eyeing Kol for interrupting, but wanting to keep the flow going. "The Haitian Revolution started in 1790 and...-"

"Actually, it was more like 1791, Ric," Kol corrected. "Toussaint Louverture is a bit of a hero of mine."

"Yes, Kol, I'm sorry, that's correct," Ric said with a hint of exasperation. He shouldn't have attempted to lecture with a hangover, but usually 90% of the class wasn't paying attention.

Ric went on, "These uprisings shook the power of the European monarchies. What other kinds of revolutions occurred at this time? Anyone know?"

Without raising his hand, Kol went on and answered.

"Great, Kol, but I would like to hear from some other students-," Ric started.

"They don't bloody care, Ric," Kol snapped and then answered the question himself.

"Maybe you can have another nap, Kol?" Ric replied evenly.

Kol scowled and shook his head in disgust.

"Moving on, you will begin reading some works by Jane Austin. Her writing career is interesting and I'm sure you will-," Ric tried.

Kol snickered.

"Something funny?" Ric said, moving closer to Kol. He was going to lose it on him, if he didn't stop.

"Nothing. It's just that Rebekah claims that Jane Austin stole the idea for Sense and Sensibility from her. They had a mutual friend who Austin met at Oxford. She's so daft, right?" Kol whispered.

Rebekah heard the exchange and got up and left muttering she needed to use the restroom.

"Kol, that's enough. You can stay after class," Ric hissed, moving back to the front to share some more notes.

"But I have lunch next!" Kol protested.

Ric fired back, "Would you rather stay after school?"

"No, Mr. Saltzman," Kol said sarcastically. The girl next to him, shook her head.

"Stop or you're going to get detention," She whispered.

"Sorry, luv," Kol replied. "I'm just trying to vex my sister is all."
"Well, you are pissing off the whole class," the girl pointed out. Kol looked around and saw the other students giving him dirty looks. He shrunk down in his seat and waited for the bell.

"Ric, it was just a bit of fun!" Kol defended, as Ric shut and locked the door.

"I have a good mind to call your brothers and tell them how you are behaving. Now, I know you lived through these events, but you can't act like this. You are undermining me in the class and outing yourself," Ric reprimanded. "What if someone heard you talking about Jane Austin like Rebekah knew her?"

"She did not actually know her," Kol clarified. "But they did have a common friend. Look, I'm sorry. I'll do better tomorrow, but maybe you want to do a better job teaching..."

"What did you say?" Ric thundered. "I was up half the damn night helping your family. My best friend almost destroyed the town and you have the nerve to criticize me. I'm calling right now!"
Ric pulled out his cell phone to call Elijah or Klaus, he wasn't sure which.

Kol vamped up and knocked the phone out of Ric's hand.

"Mate, please," Kol begged. "Do not call my brothers."

He grabbed Ric and looked into his eyes, "You will forget about this and give my brothers an excellent report of me."

Ric shook him off, "Kol, I'm on vervain. Now, you are really in for it!"

Kol cursed, "I am sorry. It was worth a try!"

Ric put down the phone and dragged Kol by the arm to his desk chair.

"Don't you dare think of overpowering me," Ric said. "You are a student here and you need to start acting like one. People are going to start talking. Now, pull down your pants."
Kol paled and sucked in a breath. "No, Ric, you can't mean to thrash me. Please, I will not play up anymore. Twas all in good fun."
"The only one having fun is going to me, beating on your bare backside," Ric warned. "Now, obey or I'm calling home!"

"But your class is my favorite," Kol whined. Ric gave him a stern look and Kol finally started to undo his jeans.

"Down to the knees, young man," Ric demanded. "You need taken down a peg or three!"

Kol pushed down his jeans and then his briefs to his thighs. Ric waited until he finally pulled them down lower and pulled him over his lap. Kol was suddenly bracing the cold floor and looking at Ric's leg and his own feet on the other side of the chair.

Smack!

"Oh," Kol gulped. "It's so loud!"

Smack!

"Everyone is at lunch," Ric said, raising his palm to his shoulder for another smack.

Crack!

"Owwww," Kol belted out. "Ric, that bloody smarts."

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"I told you, it's Mr. Saltzman," Ric growled, swatting down on Kol's white cheeks hard. A bloom of pink handprints appeared, but quickly healed. Ric shook his head in frustration and leaned over and picked up his heavy ruler from his desk.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

Kol raised up his head in alarm and tried to look back.

"Ah, what is that?" Kol moaned as a flurry of cracks assaulted his bottom and the top of his thighs.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

"An old fashioned ruler," Ric informed him, spanking harder yet the marks were again healing quickly. This was pointless.

Ric stopped and sighed.

"Get up," Ric said in defeat. Kol did and grinned, pulling up his pants. The burn from the spanks had already healed and he didn't feel a thing.

Ric got up and Kol quickly sat down.

"What are you-?" Ric started, but Kol took the ruler and flung it. He then wrestled Ric out of his shirt and pants.

"Turning the tables on you," Kol answered. "Think of it as a revolution!"

Kol laughed and pulled off Ric's boxers with one hand as he restrained the human with the other. He leaned Ric over his lap and swatted his bare bottom with his right hand.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Hurts, does it not?" Kol asked cheekily.

"Kol, this is stupid! Let me up," Ric warned, yelping as Kol pelted his sit spots with heavy slaps.

"All in good fun," Kol said, stopping to admire the pink handprints on Ric's sculpted behind. He was in good shape for a man his age, but Kol was fifty times stronger on his worst day.

Ric's feet, still in his socks, kicked up as the spanks drilled into his sit spots. His bottom was blazing, but all his writhing and thrashing got him no where.

Kol was enjoying himself throughly.

Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap!

Ric yelled, "I should have covered that ruler in vervain! Kol, you let me go right now!"

He chuckled and pushed Ric off his lap onto the floor, but gathering up Ric's pants, boxers, and shirt in a blur.

As Ric got to his feet, he saw the classroom door open and Kol was gone, with his clothes with him. Ric locked the door and called Dorian.

"Hey, man," Ric said, shivering. "Dorian, I need a favor..."

Ric finished the conversation and rubbed his sore rear end. The spanking had only lasted a minute or so, but Ric was furious. Kol was in big trouble, but Ric needed to get some new clothes before he could do anything else.