Kol Mikaelson

20 || Original Vampire || Looking for; Vengeance

[kolinyourstockin]

@isaac-laheyxx

The tavern reeked of wolf, and despite the many other putrid or agreeable odours – including blood from a fresh wound – Kol could barely disregard it. With a quick step, the vampire managed to avoid clashes with the barmaids and their trays of various liqueurs. However, regardless of his caution, Kol couldn’t manage to evade the clumsy figure who’d managed to thump into him.

A sticky substance collided with his chest, sullying the crisp white of his blouse. Even without the pull of the eclipse, his wrath flared. The bumbling idiot seemed to have apologised though the stench wafting from him only irritated Kol further. ‘ I said watch it mate. Are you daft? ’ Heatedly he shoved the wolf, dusky irises narrowing as if to challenge him. ‘ What a pity; two left feet and half a brain – it must be difficult for you… ’ He patronised, reaching for napkins perched on the closest table.

[kolinyourstockin]

anoblebrother‌:

Elijah’s main focus was forming a political standing within this town, if he left everyone run around without any sort of rules chaos was soon to follow, which would only lead to a war that would never end given the inability to kill anyone lasting. He greeted many of the shop owners, those who usually ran the place or those who took it upon themselves to run it for a scene of normalcy. He was making his way to stop and speak to another when he heard the bell to the door chime, he ignored it at first. No big deal to him if someone was coming to shop but the voice that carried a threatening sort of mischief to it caught his attention. He held a hand up to the owner, silently telling them to give him a moment as he strolled down towards one of the aisles. “Kol? Brother.” Elijah wasn’t in Mystic  Falls when his brother met his downfall, it was one of his biggest regrets as of late.

     That familiar opulent timbre with an undercurrent of holy than thou caused a theatrical eye roll from the chaotic brother. Of all the places he could have bumped into his big brother, of course it had to be somewhere as civil as a shop. It caused Kol to ponder why Elijah found himself in such a mundane place – something to do with manipulation most likely. His dapper brother always had a plan in motion, and Kol knew it would most certainly affect him. He couldn’t ever seem to escape the punishments of his family name, no matter how far he’d run away in the past. ‘ Yes, it is I – the brilliant and beautiful Kol Mikaelson – in the blood and flesh. Though I am sure I’m still not as alive as I once used to be… ’ He muttered, knocking a few porcelain cups from the shelf aimlessly, ‘ whoops. ’

[kolinyourstockin]

hxrvestwitch‌:

Davina didn’t like to be insulted. Not as a WITCH, not as a shop owner, not as anything. No matter how true the insults were. Yes, she was an untrained witch. A few spells were thrown her way by Elijah with his own motives, and a few weeks spent with the witches of her own coven didn’t really garner that much knowledge.

There were supposed to be lessons in the afterlife, once the harvest girls resided with the Ancestors, waiting to be reaped. But time amongst the powerful for her was punishments, unlike the other girls. Once brought back, she could read the Latin and French texts just barely, and often times grimoires were like old novels to her. The context was there, but understanding escaped her. It was hard for a witch to cast a spell she didn’t understand. And in that case, was where Davina lacked. No teacher, no assistance, no guidance whatsoever. A beacon of power with very little control or knowledge on how to access it. Make it grow.

And that PISSED her off. Especially with how this Original knew about it. About her.

After a few moments of listening to his holier than thou rant, with the charming smile to match, their eyes locked. The vampire in front of her knew when they shifted from icy to rage. “Did you know I could make someone’s blood boil?” She said softly as the familiar surge of unfiltered power was directed at the ancient being. It was the same spell she’d used to take down Marcel and Klaus once before. It might not have the same effect since she’s significantly weaker, but it’ll still make him SWEAT. It’ll still make him HURT. “All I have to do…is focus.”

It’ll still make him bow.

    Snide compliments and propositions of help were Kol’s speciality. Thus he wasn’t quite shocked as Davina’s intolerant visage creased with grimacing crevasses. The pounding of her heart spiked. Despite losing his ability to cast spells, his charm worked like magic even on the toughest of challenges. Sure, she wasn’t precisely elated but he had attained her complete attention.

    Kol was unaware of her history with his family, and had he perhaps gained knowledge of her ability to trap Elijah – the honourable – he may have proceeded with more caution. Kol acted on instinct rather than carefulness though, which led to many agonizing situations.

    His sneer blossomed as she finally acknowledged his gaze, a lift of his brow readily accompanied by a sassy remark that had little time to cross his lips. Instead, a grunt of agony absconded as the predator doubled over. A bead of sweat broke across his brow,  fangs threatened to reveal themselves. In all honesty, he’d endured much worse than a little boiling of the blood – though it still hurt like a bitch.

    Regaining his composure, Kol rapidly crossed the diminutive shop hands capturing the witch by her arms as he pinned her gently to the opposite wall – after all he still needed something from her. He leant in, his smirk contorting into a grimace, ‘ that’s a cute trick darling, but you’re going to need a lot more focus than that to take down an Original. Now, if I let go are you going to continue this tantrum, or shall we talk about this like adults? The choice is yours Davina Claire. ’ It was rich coming from him, the brat of the family – the professional tantrum chucker.

[summercomewinterfades]

Control yourself. Unless you can’t.

[felicitykings]

It won’t work.

[kolinyourstockin]

hxrvestwitch‌:

“I’ve also found that when I’m irritated things spontaneously combust. Tread lightly.” Her smirk was filled with malice as she finally looked up to the lingering Original. Up this close, his resemblance to his brothers was astounding. Just another thing that unsettled her. People that closely related by blood tended to have similar tendencies. Davina wouldn’t be surprised if he learned every cruel practice from his own relations. “—- and stop TOUCHING stuff.”

The young witch huffed as she went to rearrange the crystal paperweights he brushed against. They were barely touched actually, but she needed an excuse to not be so close and personal with him. Vampires had an effect on her. In their presence, she often felt boxed up in an open room. Claustrophobic. It was probably her anxiety at play, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. Witches were always in the mix of vampire problems.

Davina rolled her eyes at his dramatic comparison. “FUNNY. Wasn’t aware I met this Prince Charming you speak of. Though, now that you mention it, I do remember a FROG. All warty and rank and desperate for attention,” Her eyes met his, pure cerulean and murky depths clashed in a standoff of the ages. “Sound familiar?”

     ‘ A fledgling witch without control, a cliché I’ve become well acquainted with. ’ A blasé shrug bounced from broad shoulders as he straightened his lean torso. ‘ A cliché I’ve had a hand in abolishing if the right deal has been struck. ’ He mused, examining a candle with tender digits and a fixated gaze. Control for Kol wasn’t something he sought himself, he considered it glorified as it slew inventiveness. However, he knew why others searched their lives for it. If one weren’t vigilant, their power could consume them.

     ‘ You know, you could learn a thing or two from me – though I suggest we start with your people skills. I worry your customer service may be the reason for such infrequent patrons. ’ He gestured to the vacant store, turning theatrically on his heel. Despite losing his aptitude to manipulate the elements, Kol retained many secrets, tricks and tips – that’s why he’d allied himself with witches in the past. He also felt more at home with them than his own family, though he was still an outsider no matter what. ‘ Well, I’m not surprised, you have been a little slow to catch on to other things – including my offer. ’

     He’d positioned the candle back in its place perfectly, moving on to the herbs and spices located further in the back of the store. ‘ You shouldn’t judge frogs by their looks or family lineage, they could just turn out to be a prince in disguise, ’ he mused, a gleam in his gaze as it locked with hers. He preferred the Grim Brother’s over regular fairy tales, though he’d indulge them for the sake of his argument.

[kolinyourstockin]

hxrvestwitch‌:

The young WITCHLING was browsing her grimoire, as what she did once the day came to a close at the brink of twilight and traffic for the shop was pretty much scarce. It was her favorite time to study it. The darkness of the sky, the quaintness of her tiny parlor, in a way it reminded her of the days spent cooped up in the church attic with nothing but her artwork and spells to keep her company. Who knew there’d be a day where she missed it.

The only thing to make it truly seem like home would be the familiar playing of a sax in the distance or the growing aroma of southern cuisine wafting her nose. Instead, there were only crickets and eery silence. And on this specific day, an annoying voice of a PEST that just wouldn’t die.

Davina didn’t look up from her spells. Not when her sixth sense kicked in before he crossed the threshold. Not as he began to speak. And definitely not once he stood before her, no matter that her defenses were kicking in, telling her to make the belligerent ORIGINAL who couldn’t take a hint, bow before her in his own tears of blood.

“If you ignore it,” she mumbled while flipping the page, quite aware that his enhanced hearing could pick up every word she said. “It will go AWAY.”

    Assertive heels continued to carry the Original to the counter, hindrance veiled by a charismatic timbre and alluring smirk etched upon classically handsome features. He’d sweet talked his way into many hearts, beds and covens over the centuries. This feisty enchantress wouldn’t find a conquest in him, he was relentless.

    Despite her ignorance to his original proposal, he’d knew she’d come around. She needed him and he needed her, he just needed a moment or two to reveal to her his expertise. ‘ I’ve found in the past, those who attempt to ignore me only find themselves further attracted – reverse psychology works wonders love, ’ he mused, finger tips deliberately wondering across each item stacked up against the register.

     Hidden deep in his pocket was a leather bound book of original spells he’d memorised as a child, spells dating back years before his own existence. A hidden treasure any witch would lust after. Though he knew revealing that to this unique one wouldn’t be enough. She seemed to value insignificant and human things such as trust… Something he wasn’t all too great at holding.

 ‘ That, and you Cinderella’ed me the other night – ‘ He muttered, brows raising as he lent down attempting to catch those azure hues doing their best to overlook him.  ‘ Though at least Prince Charming was left with something. You, however, know how to leave fellow wanting more. ’ He narrowed his hues as he caught a flicker of her gaze, a wide beam crossing a dusky visage.

[kolinyourstockin]

"Rebekah, tell me how handsome I am."

[kolinyourstockin]

    Harmonic bells chimed as the predator ambled through the shop front, he’d been invited in before by other unknowledgeable shopkeepers. He admired the décor of the shop, despite its clear 90’s inspiration. This decade had been a blur of murders and family feuds that had led to Kol’s resting place. 

                          Nobody puts Kol in the coffin. Not again.

    He was on the prowl, searching for those of exceptional power to manipulate into alliances. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to leave this world, not if it meant returning him to the Other Side. At least here, he was entertained – there he watched the world and his family move on without him.

    He frivolously strode down the numerous aisle, whiskey irises perusing both the shelves and the room for anything overly fascinating. ‘ I’m looking for something that will make a spectacle. This place is in need of a little excitement, don’t you think? ’ He mused as he approached the figure lingering at the end of the hall.

[deandoesprison-blog]

Just his luck. Another dead end lead brought Dean to the edge of town, if it even had an edge. Almost as if someone were deliberately dangling carrots in front of him and his brother to chase only to yank it away seconds later. Real dick move, cosmos. And yet, on top of a wild goose chase that was starting to have serious effects on his ego, the impala broke down. The impala. The home Dean so readily and carefully maintained sat useless in an old abandoned parking lot in front of the remains of some shop. There was no way this was something natural. Not with the way Dean took care of his baby. Which meant some asshole with a deathwish tampered with his car! 

Grumbling, Dean popped the hood only to be met with white, foul smelling smoke and nearly gagged from the stench. Nearly. Never did, though. “Sonovabitch,” he muttered under his breath, leaning in to try and see if he could get a better look at what was wrong.

[kolinyourstockin]

    Kol could appreciate a nice ride, he’d seen plenty of beauty in his life time, but cars were somewhat still intriguing to him. Or perhaps it was the way humans worshipped them for their power that struck his attention. This car was no different, and neither was the male who seemed so fixated on the machine.

    Sauntering over from across the street, Kol couldn’t help smirk with mischief. He wished he’d been the one to mess with this human, he could hear the thumping of anger as the rush of blood increased through his veins. For entertainments sake, Kol couldn’t pass up an opportunity of pushing his buttons further.

    ' At times I respond to that, however I prefer Kol, ‘ he mused, leaning against the side of the car as if he owned it. He had little care for how his new companion would react.

[samuelle-blog1]

Sam usually tried to be in at night. 

There was just something about being out during the eclipse that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up- and, gut feelings like that were something that he’d learned to trust more than anything else. If something felt wrong, more often than not, it was wrong. 

But, tonight, he’d ventured out. He didn’t know what it was about this cycle, but he almost felt like he couldn’t not go out. Maybe it was exhaustion from staying up and trying to beat the cycle and avoid the terrible nightmares he had every other night, maybe it was from sheer desperation from not being any closer to figuring out the mysteries of this place, but something drew him out that night. 

He was wandering the streets, mostly aimlessly- and, he’d gotten pretty far through town. Everything looked different than it did in the day- a dozen times more insidious, at the very least- and Sam’s fingers itched for his gun, though he didn’t draw any weapon. 

He whipped around when he heard a noise behind him, immediately on the defensive. “- Can I help you?” 

[kolinyourstockin]

    Lust for his crimson kryptonite had never been as uncontrollable – apart from perhaps his first year as a vampire. Kol hadn’t exactly been the most contained of the originals, in fact, he relished in the slaughter. However, here it was different, it was inconvenient to always crave, to never be satisfied.

                                                       Insatiable.  

    Day time wasn’t exactly off limits, he just preferred the peaked terror the night aided him with. That and he had to be more careful of those he picked off, considering they’d return with vengeance the next day. He’d noticed there was plenty pack mentality between witches, humans and wolves. It was a tricky town to navigate, the kill needed to be timed unlike previous experiences.

     Whiskey irises had taken notice of a taller male with broader shoulders. He seemed well built and walked with purpose, something most hunters or wolves tended to do. He didn’t reek of dog, thus Kol predicted he was a hunter.

                                        He wasn’t the one, not tonight anyway.

     ‘ Relax mate, I’m not some psychotic killer. Everyone here is far too paranoid for their own good. ’ He mused, a smirk etched across his pallid complexion. ‘ I’m just out admiring the eclipse… well admiring isn’t quite the right word for it after a month… Loathing? That’s better. ’

[derekshale-tw-blog]

For the most part Derek had been able to avoid most people, granted he hadn’t seen anyone he knew so it wasn’t too hard.  He talked when he had to, was polite when it was called for, but most of the time he was in his makeshift work shop, keeping himself busy.  The pull of the moon never let up, but it was something he could learn to deal with, it wasn’t like he had a choice. 

So he went for a run, trying to run away from the clawing under his skin?  Maybe, or maybe he was just running until he was exhausted, maybe then he could sleep.  Either way he was running, almost to the point of exertion that he could almost shift to just keep going.  He could hear footsteps and perhaps that’s why he takes his eyes off the ground ahead of him for just a second.  It was long enough, the branch came out of nowhere and the next thing he knew he was on his back…he was hoping no one had actually witnessed him being less than graceful.

[kolinyourstockin]

    A stroll in the park never ceased to settle his urge to cause a mass murder, which Kol knew he was on the verge of. However, he knew coming out of the shadows meant dealing with his older brother – which was something he wasn’t planning on doing until he had the upper hand… Until he’d won over the witches. A casual pace had been enough as whisky orbs admired the natural beauty – the day on repeat had meant the weather was always absolutely perfect.

    Sadism thrived at the sight of the other male’s humiliation, Kol picking up on the spike in his heart beat. Hands applauded the sight, if only to fuel the mortification for his own pleasure. ‘ Well, well – that was rather entertaining, perhaps the most amusing scene I’ve witnessed in a month mate. ’ He didn’t offer a hand, instead he decided to loom over the … wolf. His scent was pungent, especially in such close vicinity.

[bex-tm-blog]

She hadn’t expected to hear his voice, body twisting around fully, blond hair fanning out around her. “Kol,” she breathed out, ocean blue orbs locking onto his frame as she stepped towards him, temporarily forgetting about the blood bag that she had just discarded in the front yard. Rebekah was confused at hearing his comment, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she countered, mirroring his actions and crossing her arms over her chest, hips angled to give off the impression that their happy reunion hadn’t quite literally been short lived. “Tell me, you aren’t still sore that I didn’t swoop in and save you from our big bad brother, are you?” In truth, she had always had a special place in her heart for him. It wasn’t a secret that Elijah was her favourite of her siblings, but being that she was the youngest Mikaelson next to Kol, sometimes she caught herself referring to him as her twin and not her older brother. “What can I say? Leisurely activities are kind of scarce. Housework is a never-ending task. Literally,” she emphasized, referring to the day being on constant replay.

[kolinyourstockin]

    He didn’t retreat, though he straightened his torso allowing his height to loom in a menacing manner. His walls were built high, and would take significant grovelling to trigger mercy. However, without a White Oak Stake he had little chance of doing too much damage to his sister – she’d only heal. ‘ Something we can both agree on, how rare. ’ His sardonic tone sung as if he were intrigued. His nonchalant mood vanished, replaced by resentment – something he’d always harboured when faced with a family member. He’d spent years, almost decades, spent in a box because of Klaus’ temperamental nature. Thus, naturally he wasn’t thrilled.

     ‘ Little sister, ’ he mused, a poised step carrying further into her personal space. Though Klaus was on his list, Rebekah was the one he’d been hurt by the most. ‘ I’m still a little sore from the rather piercing White Oak Stake driven through my un-beating heart by a little imp and her hunter brother... Does that ring a bell? ’ The sarcasm dripped like venom from half crescent lips, a charming sneer despite the lingering irritation. ‘Forgive me for absence of care over your dirty laundry, my mind is elsewhere currently. Though bleach God’s gift for removing bloodstains. Tell me Rebekah, how did you avenge my death? ’ He muttered, allowing silence to settle as he awaited an answer.

[kolinyourstockin]

hxrvestwitch‌:

“Yeah, well, you can shove those PROPOSITIONS right up your—” Davina huffed as she cut her own self off. Not necessarily scared of the consequences but more like too embarrassed to make a scene. Someone would see if she started throwing an Original into buildings with a flick of her wrist right? She turned her head slightly, contemptment quickly crowding her features at the sight of guys running around with togas on made out of bed sheets. Humans were despicable.

“If I never saw a Mikaelson again in my mortal existence, it would still be too soon.” She spat back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go force myself to drink stale beer and MINGLE just to get away from the likes of you. So, thanks, for that.”

     ‘ Perfectly sculpted arse? ’ Kol offered, his leer simmered as thick brows raised to defy the little witch. The lengths he’d go to for what he wanted were almost impossible to limit, especially in desperate times. However, tonight he practised containment. Instead, channelling his demands into polite conversation dripping with allure, just to prove her erroneous about his accent.

    ‘ Aren’t you a feisty little firecracker. ’ He mused, clearly pleased with himself. He’d worked his way underneath her skin in record time, of course his siblings had aided somewhere along the way. ‘ You’re making a mistake walking away from me right now, darling. You see, I think – from what I’ve heard tonight – you and I are rather aligned with our sentiments towards my family. And without hearing me out, you could be throwing away an opportunity of a lifetime. But alas, if my charming proposition and good looks aren’t enough to convince you, I’ll be on my way. There are other witches out there after all. ’ With a linger gaze, Kol turned swiftly on his heel, already making his way back to the bar for another round – not that it did much to dull the monotony.

[kickassfu]

Never turn your back on me, for I might either hug it or stab it, you’ll never know which.

[kolinyourstockin]

hxrvestwitch‌:

The young witch tensed. There were few things a witch could sense naturally. Upsets in the balance of nature, oncoming storms, and the presence of the undead. No matter the circumstance, Davina always knew when a vampire was in her vicinity. This time was no different. Familiar tingles made the hairs on the back of her neck raise in alarm. She tried to not show immediate panic. After all, she’d gone up against the biggest and baddest of them all, and come out on top. Whether she had the combined power of four witches or one alone, Davina was still a harvest witch. And she would not be afraid.

Yet, there was something mildly FAMILIAR about his tone, his voice, his sadism…

It didn’t take long for it to click. In fact, in the matter of a few seconds, she’d gone from panicked to battle mode activated, just in case. There was probably no way unless there was more of them…“Let me guess,” She started in a slow but profound murmur. “Annoying accent, arrogant air, profound ability to sound like a homicidal maniac in the span of 3 seconds…you must be a MIKAELSON.” Davina turned to face her new acquaintance. As expected, he looked quite dapper, but the devious smile and mischief in his dark eyes gave him away. Yup, just like a Mikaelson. “Look, if Klaus sent you, let him know that just because I’m not as powerful as I used to be, doesn’t mean I still can’t kick his ass.” Davina looked the boy up and down sly. “Or YOURS for that matter.”

     Hypersensitivity clued him in on Davina’s discomposure, something he’d nearly developed a numbness to, considering the amount of times his presence had disturbed companions. The smirk widened to a grin, an attempt at easing the witch. He had no desire to inflict harm, not tonight anyway. He was simply curious, and a little in awe. He’d witnessed the magic she was capable of in the back of her shop, it was untamed and manic. With proper control, she could be an asset to the conniving male.

    He had no desire to leave this place, not if it meant he was alive once more. Having perceived the amount of lonesome witches without a coven, Kol had fashioned a plan of sorts that would help with his agenda – ceasing the escape plans once and for all. And this little witch could be the first and finest gem of all.

    A chortle escaped as a gratified shrug bounced from broad shoulders. She’d met his family. Of course. ‘ Annoying accent? I’ve found over my life time that this accent can make anything sound charming, especially propositions. ’ He mused, allowing her insults to escape his wrath momentarily. If anything, the offences were flattering – his reputation must proceed him. ‘ You’ve met my family then? And how did you find them? I’m they were most accommodating right? ’ The sardonic comment fell flat. ‘ I’ll have you know my ass is much harder to kick, and is also the finest ass of our family. That and I’m not exactly on talking terms with my brother currently, so you’re going to have to take that message to him yourself. ’

[thriceamonster-deactivated20181]

Crrrrrrash! Great. Absolutely typical.

Caroline could tell this disaster was coming from the moment those two idiots started to lollygag around the little fountain. Luckily, they didn’t knock the actual thing down, but rather a couple of the glasses stacked near it. Needless to say, someone turned instantly red with fury, as she stomped over and grabbed both of them by their arms. “Alright, boys, party’s over for you,” she decided, using her strength to lead them toward the door. “So, how about you go home, blast some Spice Girls to get you to think about what you’ve done, and then I will make sure you can be welcomed back into society?” She shoved them out, hands clasping as she offered a fake smile. “Okay? Okay.” And SLAM went the door. 

The moment she turned heel, the unmistakable sound of another object being knocked over reached her ears, causing her to pull a face that was telling of how much self-control she was currently amassing. “Please tell me I didn’t hear what I just thought I heard.”

[kolinyourstockin]

      This party was in dire need of some drama, something to leave the guests talking about for days to come. Thus, he’d taken the duty on himself to start spark some sort of scene. He compelled two mates, challenging them to fight without mercy for each other before he sat back and watched. Caroline’s reaction time was almost impressive, he could see why she’d caught her brother’s attention. Pretty, demanding and a control freak – apart from the good looks, she had qualities that matched Klaus’ perfectly.

     Pushing himself off the bar stool, he swiftly moved to the younger vampires side. ‘ Come on love! That was the best entertainment I’ve seen all night. They were practically doing you a favour… ’ A maniacal grin painted sinister features, as a nonchalant shrug rolled from broad shoulders. ‘ I may have compelled a few more… ’