"This is all bullcrap." snapped Kol as he stood up, glaring at Rebekah.
"Kol!"
"For real, Bex!? Do you expect me to believe Klaus became a daddy and that a girl popped out of nowhere claiming that she is our long lost sister, who was taken away by our aunt?" he hissed, his thick brows narrowing. "Do you think I'm that stupid to believe all this gibberish?"
And all that happened in those years he was away. What a bloody coincidence huh?
"Kol stop being so narrow-minded and just try to understand!" sighed Rebekah and collapsed on the couch again.
"Kol."
He turned his head, Freya staring in his eyes. "I do not expect from you to suck everything up so easily. There's a lot to take in, I know."
Kol narrowed his brown eyes, sending her spiteful glares. "You know nothing. If you believe just because you suddenly popped in the family with the name of our long dead sister thinking that I will welcome you with open arms, then you are terribly mistaken."
"Ah Kol. Always such a bad-tempered person."
He span around at the sound of the familiar voice. Oh there he was. The devil himself, standing there with his hands behind his back, a sadistic chuckle forming on his lips. The hypocrite with the green eyes, his reputation for deviousness and dishonesty being as well-known as his name.
"Klaus." he growled, gritting his teeth.
"I understand that you're mad, not like the way you usually are, but what I'm trying to say is that I can feel your confusion."
The young Mikealson scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Oh enlighten me, Nik."
The hybrid ignored the irony in Kol's voice, arching his eyebrows. "You see, when Freya first appeared here, I killed her." he began, as Freya rolled her eyes at his comment. "Me, who trusts no one but me, took me a while to consider Freya as a family. Her efforts though when it came to save Hope were astonishing and, may I say touching."
Kol raised his brow, "Who's Hope?"
"Our niece, brother."
He grinned, shaking his head. "Our niece, of course. The wolf girl's and Nik's daughter, right? Part witch, part werewolf and part vampire?" he uttered sarcastically. "This could be a perfect plot twist in a reality show don't you think?"
Klaus' expression changed in mere seconds, his eyes deadly serious. "You are in denial, Kol. You just refuse to accept what you heard."
"Am I? What would you think Nik if you suddenly found out your brother can actually procreate, that we have another sister, that Esther came back to life just to take down this psycho Dahlia and that the wolf girl from Mystic Falls has turned into a hybrid?"
Klaus remained silent for a moment, shaking his head in disapproval. "If you had just been with us the whole time Kol then-"
"Don't start with that." he growled.
Kol was furious at this point; how could he possibly believe all those filthy lies? And the fact that they tried to make him look responsible for not believing a single word was even more outrageous! He had every right to be mad at them, for ditching him like he was some kind of a parasite.
After having given a final scoff, Kol walked past his brother and headed to the exit. But before he left, he glanced over his shoulder at them, glaring once more. "Oh we are going to have so much fun together, my dear siblings."
And off he went.
After wandering around the streets, Kol found what he was looking for; the Rousseau's. Yes, the place he had visited yesterday night and had so much fun in, but this time, he would return with a new important information. After a little research he did, he found out that one of the bartenders is Nik's friend, a human girl named Camille. Oh, just a little payback wouldn't hurt now, would it?
Don't get him wrong, though. Kol was just dying to meet that human girl which caught the hybrid's attention.
If Klaus thought that Kol would return back happily in order to reunite with them, he was an utter fool. Their words and lies had just upset him more and, you know, it's better to keep Kol Mikealson calm and quiet than turn him into a bloodthirsty killer, which was a pretty easy thing to do actually.
Once he was in the bar, his eyes immediately darted around, scanning every tiny detail. He smirked. Elijah had done a pretty good job covering up yesterday's slaughter. What a good brother he was. Fortunately, Camille's shift was today, so it was not possible for her to have witnessed anything yesterday; not to mention what a great job Kol had done to compel every single bartender in that place so none of them would give him away. Humans were so easy to manipulate, it was actually rather satisfying messing with their heads.
Eventually, Kol took a seat in one of the bar stools and ordered a bourbon, still searching for the bartender with the label Camille on her shirt. There were not many people in there, just a few couples only and a group of men laughing and smacking each other's back. Pft. Dull, so dull. So boring. Without a second glance, he concentrated on his plan, the anger from before still boiling within him. They thought he would easily believe every word they said? Oh no, he would show them he wasn't the same person as before. He was done with that pathetic role of the fourth wheel. He was back, not to reunite with them, but to make them feel the misery and agony he once felt. He would take his own revenge.
Starting with the cute blonde bartender that was now in front of him.
~ • ~
The words and letters seemed kind of sloppy on the old paper as if someone was rushing to finish off the spell, not to mention it had taken two whole hours for Davina to actually read and understand it. This spell was to help her locate Kol and hopefully it was worth it.
Not like she had many options here. There wasn't left a stone unturned.
Her patience was running low though, since this spell seemed to lack one thing; moonstone's dust. Where the bloody hell was she supposed to find this thing, and what was a moonstone anyway? This spell was supposed to be a back-up solution for the ordinary location spell, but it was more complicated and difficult than the other one. Another dead end.
Her attention captured a small bird chirping right outside the window while banging its beak against the fragile glass. She was quietly staring at it before approaching the window as she slowly opened it, managing not to scare off the tiny bird. Weird. The bird didn't seem intimidate by her or even alarmed, it just stood there and stared at her with its black orbs. The witch tilted her head the side while a bright smile was slightly curving up her lips.
Davina loved animals. She always had an interest in the pure innocent creatures; after all, they were nothing more than victims of this human world. Being abused and killed was something she could not stand watching. She recalled how she was begging her mother to get her a pet, even if that was a dog, a cat, a rabbit. Whatever it was, she would love it by heart. But her mother was strict and she would not allow Davina to grow attached to some animal. Yes, even now she brought in mind the way her mother clicked her tongue when she used that word as if it was a shameful thing to tell.
She reached out for the bird carefully, stretching her delicate fingers toward it. The bird did not move at first, just turned its head to the left so it could look at her better. The young witch thought that, if she reached out a little bit more, the bird would eventually flap its wings and fly away.
Even though it wasn't her who made it leave, but her phone vibrating frantically on the wooden table.
Davina quickly straightened up, slightly jumping in fright from the sudden ringing. Her hands soon reached the phone, unlocking the code she had put. A message from..huh? Camille?
Once she touched the message, her eyes began to scan the screen, her pupils expanding in horror. Oh no.
CAMILLE:
Davina help. A vampire is attacking people. Come at Rousseau's. Fast.
No. Could it be...what she was probably thinking? Was the vampire...Kol? No no no, he had gone for a killing spree again?! There was no end to his madness? And now, Cami's life was on the line too because Davina couldn't learn that darn spell earlier!
Glancing around she grabbed her phone, keys and bag and quickly dashed out of the attic and stormed out of the church, the only thing in mind being how many pour souls had Kol already taken.
~ • ~
"Camille, love, where are you?" he sang, wiping the blood off his mouth with his sleeve, "I promise I won't bite. Much."
He loved the way some of them had tried to run earlier, only to end up meeting a very harsh fate. Of course, it was a matter of time for him to finish off every human soul in that bar, but Kol had saved the best part for last. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy killing that blondie girl with the green eyes.
Needless to say he could already hear the shaking breaths the scared human was sucking in. She was hiding behind the bar huh?
"Darling please, we can stop this stupid game of hide and seek and finish it now. You are avoiding the inevitable." he continued, stepping over the corpses on the floor, "But tell me one thing first, love. Why are you not trying to run away from this awful, dreadful and very deadly city? If I were in your shoes, I would leave without second thoughts."
Still no answer. Heh, that girl was giving one hell of the silence treatment. Which, only pissed him off more of course.
Kol grabbed the first bottle he lay his eyes on and slammed it on the wall, earning a small gasp from Camille. "If you don't come out in the next ten seconds I promise I am going to drag you by the hair and slam your head on the door so many times, that will turn into a bloody mess."
After the next three seconds, Camille finally decided what was best for her (according to Kol) and came out from her hiding spot, her heals clicking against the hard floor. A few stains of blood were covering her clothes from the other bartender that he killed just a few minutes ago while her face seemed tensed and sharp. In spite of the situation she was in, she never showed any kind of weakness. He had to admit that.
"Yes, yes, here she comes," he uttered with a smirk, "Camille O' Connel. The bartender who met a dreadful death on Thursday the 12th, her body having scars all over it while her index and middle finger were brutally amputated. She seemed to have been knocked out with a blunt object first before the murderer gave the final blow. Unfortunately, the killer is still wandering around and killing people, while they have no intentions of being caught."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, slowly backing away.
"Oh, didn't you get it?" he smiled, "That was your death certificate."
Camille wasn't able to see what was coming for her as she was suddenly been hit by another bottle of whiskey on her head, making her fall flat on the ground. Everything was spinning around, her eyes could focus on nothing but the tall figure that was now approaching her threateningly. She tried to crawl away from him, but instead, she was brutally dragged by her leg away from the bar when he abruptly stopped on his tracks, a jingling sound echoing in the room.
Someone had just entered.
His head snapped to the side, immediately dropping violently Camille's leg. Once his eyes met those of the person, he glared viciously, while a small spark of satisfaction burned his eyes. "Ah you again? And here I thought you would be a good girl and stay out of my way. Guess you are just dying to be killed by me," he sneered, slowly approaching her, "Are you here to save the day, little witch?"
The scent of the blood was too overwhelming for Davina, but she didn't budge. She could only see her half-conscious friend laying on the the floor right behind Kol- Kol...oh that bastard was going to pay for what he did.
"Let her go now." she growled.
Kol laughed amusingly at the tone of Davina's, clapping his hands like a maniac. "Or what darling? Come on, give me your best shot! Let me see the full strength of the next generation!"
The anger within her was boiling for a long time and now, that this jerk was taunting her, she would certainly make him regret for declining her offer and causing this massacre. The witch raised her hand in the air and, with a flick of the wrist she managed to toss the Original on the other wall. Just like she expected, it only took him a brief second to stand up and regain control, another sadistic smirk crawling up his face. Heck, she hadn't prepared properly herself for this encounter.
"What? That's all?" he cackled, "Well, that's why I was right about you. You are all bark, but you are basically a small little puppy which doesn't even bite."
"I had offered you an alliance with me," she responded quickly, "And you refused. So if you are not going to share your knowledge, I guess I am going to pull it out somehow."
Her other hand now was raised, pointing at Kol's direction. A ferocious groan came out of his throat as he slowly kneeled down, holding both sides of his bed. A grin of satisfaction crossed the Claire's eyes but, only for moment, because in the end, she wasn't strong enough to hold back the tremendous power of his. In a blink of an eye, Kol had shot on his feet and sped up toward her, grabbing her from the hair and throwing her behind the bar with one hand.
Davina felt tiny pieces of glass stuck in her back as she eventually fall flat on the floor. She had hit her head pretty badly while her vision was still kind of blurry due to the sudden fall. No. At this point, she was losing the battle. The sound of pieces of glass cracking and the heels of shoes stomping on them made her quickly regain consciousness, desperately trying to get on her feet.
"Look at you darling," she heard his voice as he wiped the blood off his hands with a towel, "You seem in pain. I could do something with that blood loss of yours though."
She held onto the counter next to her, struggling to stand on her feet. But as soon as she lay her eyes on him, she gasped; They were black, pitch black, and staring directly at her. Black veins were expanding under his darkened eyes and, last but not least, appeared the sharp long fangs; those fangs which had drained the life out of many people all those years he had been walking on earth.
And now, those very fangs were threatening her own life.
"Personally, I prefer the neck. What do you suggest, little witch? Oh not that it matters, since I am heading straight for the neck anyway. And bloody hell, you smell delicious," he chuckled, running his tongue over his lips.
To his surprise, the witch laughed; Kol stared at her dazed from this peculiar reaction but never letting his guard down. "In the end, I was right about you. You are just like Klaus."
A strange knot in the pit of his stomach began to twist around, the weird but bearable pain sending shivers down his spine. His eyes became even more dark, if that was even possible, and slowly they narrowed. In a matter of seconds he had grabbed the witch from her neck, lifted her up, and smacked the back of her head on against the bar next to them. Davina let a heart-racing scream, struggling and struggling to release herself from his grip.
Kol wasn't bothered at all by her kicks and punches, he simply leaned closer, giving her a cold glare. "Don't ever compare me to him."
"Why? Isn't the truth?" she growled between her teeth, "You haven't proved me you are better than him yet. Is that why you hate him? Because you two are so alike?"
"Shut it," he hissed, "I am nothing like him. You have no idea what kind of a monster he is."
"That's where you are wrong," her words came out of her mouth as a cough, the small amount of oxygen in her lungs running low, "He has taken everything from me. He steps on others' lives and expect them to be docile. He kills with no regrets and doesn't even care for those who are left behind."
He tilted his head to the side, the grip around her neck loosening a bit. "I don't care about your pathetic life, Davina Claire. I don't even care if you die right here and now. I don't care what you have lost, compared to that I have lived half of my life in a coffin, rotting away."
She wrapped her slim fingers around his wrists, "Then you wouldn't mind if you fell asleep for a moment, would you?"
Before Kol could even suck in her words, Davina began chanting a spell she had learned a while ago and now, she would finally make a good use out of it.
Kol's head snapped back, his eyes locking the ceiling. Yes she had done it! It worked! Kol Mikealson had stepped right into her trap. But she didn't have enough time to celebrate her success, so she tightened the grip around his wrists and chanted once more. In the next few seconds, his head snapped violently and let go of Davina's neck, his unconscious body collapsing on the floor. She did it. She had kill him!
Only temporary but, oh well.
Davina quickly jumped over the Originals body, stumbling toward her heavily injured friend. Fortunately she was still breathing, but just passed out. But..for how long? Did she see Davina coming in? Or even talking to him? Because if she did, then everything would fall apart. Since she talked to Kol, he must have revealed his identity to her so, Cami would certainly tell Marcel about him. Crap. Nothing was going her way the last few days.
After having sent a message to Marcel so he could and take Camille away from there, Davina approached the Mikealsons body, staring at him thoughtfully. What is going in his mind? Why does he hate his brother so much? Because obviously, he didn't want to tell her the main source of all this. But why did she care really? From the start Davina wasn't interested in his family's drama, so all she needed to do now was to hide his body as soon as possible.
And to do that, she would need a helping hand from a good friend.