I'm the quivering of your heart

KOL MIKAELSON the devil tips his hat to me, I do it all because I'm e v i l. your tears are all the pay I'll ever need. { indie Kol Mikaelson rp blog. }

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The Summoning

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                         .: [ ✿ ] :. There was just something about his smirk that made her want to just slap it off. She already found him very frustrating “You think?” Of course he wasn’t Tim that much they knew but why he was still here was still the question, or why it was him that showed up in the first place. “I don’t need your help… Whoever you are” She said with little interest.  He kept talking and she did her best to ignore him, maybe he will go away if she does the silent treatment enough. She stopped moving, she stopped even her breathing when he dropped that bomb. "Wait what?" there was a turn sharp as she turned for her eyes to meet his. “This is the part where you tell me who you are” There was not much she knew about the original family. In fact Marcel had only told her things about the ones that had made an appearance. She never phantom the thought of another Mikaelson brother. “You know, I don’t want to hear it because if there is something that history shows is that the witches that get involve with the Mikaelson’s end up dead. You guys only care about your kind, your vampire community. Everyone else be dammed! I will bring down Klaus, I will kill him. Staining my hands of his blood will be something I will never regret. Trusting you to bring down one of your siblings sounds like something I wouldn’t even get to regret. I would be too busy lying dead in a coffin” Davina turned and started to gather her things “What is it that you guys always say, Always and Forever” There was no way she was going to let another Mikaelson get involve in this. They are protective of each other and it would just be self sabotage. She tried to leave without saying much else but, of course, he just had to be on the way “Can you move?! I’m trying to leave”

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♞ Kol didn't say much as the witch protested, fought him even. in fact, he admired her tantrum, it was cute, and the smirk still danced on his  lips. he kept his distance, it wasn't as if he had no idea of her power, the spell she had cast  alone showed the ability she held—if the glimpses of her power as she brought even Klaus to his knees weren't enough to show him what she could do.

part bravery, part desperation had him side stepping, blocking her way to the exit. ''you called me here, darling.'' he kept his tone soft, before the taunts, he'd need to earn her trust, or at least, earn a chance to speak with her before she jumped to conclusions and Kol had multiple ways he could express not only his distaste for his siblings, but his respect for witches. his head tilted, the  smirk dropped and his gaze hardened. ''perhaps you should hear me out before you make your conclusions. — after all, I am the family outcast.''  his arms raised as though he was supporting his title. ''my loyalty has never been and never will  be to my siblings, let alone the vampire community.'' he stepped out of her way, saying as much as he believed he could to capture her interest, he just hoped she'd take the bait he'd offered.

''judging by the look on your face,  you weren't even aware I existed. does that alone not tell you that I am not a part of my idiotic siblings' little motto.'' the word siblings taste bitter in his mouth, they held no right to the word, they'd treated his death as though it was one of the many victims they'd left on their trail, as though he was nothing more than collateral  damage. some family. ''always and forever.'' he scoffed, ''can't you tell by my death that I do not apply.'' 

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The Summoning

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                          .: [ ✿ ] :. Davina tensed up, startled, by the unwelcome presence.  "You’re not Tim" her voice angry and disappointed.  Her blue,judgy eyes looked up and down at him. As an artist she took note of his features and details. His towering frame compared to hers, his chestnut colored hair. The brown eyes that carried a mischievous gleam. A smirk that only the devil himself would sport so naturally. The way his hands hid behind his back, as if hiding the blood or the bad deeds. His stands that demanded attention, his stands that commanded the room. If trouble was a person, it would look  just like that. A not formed at the pit of her stomach at the familiarity of his accent and the fact that he called her love. “Who are you? and why are you here?” She asked ‘till she realized she didn’t care “Look if you are here so I can give a message to a love one, you’re wasting your time, I have a message to deliver myself so if you could go to the light or do whatever it is that you need to do so I can keep doing what I am doing that would be great” said the fiery witch as she tried her best to go on and ignore him. She had very little patience. All she wanted was to talk to Tim,to see that he was okay and that Klaus would meet his end and it will be by her hands only. Davina rolled her eyes as the stranger was still there “Why are you  s t i l l  here? I have an original hybrid to kill” Not that they would know who she was referring to. The tiny witch reached for some gauze to cover the cut she made in her hand. She placed it on her palm and made a fist. With the other hands she examined the spell trying to figure out where she had gone wrong.  

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♞ there were many ways he could reply, point out that he had no loved ones, and the people he wanted a message delivered to were a little far away for a young girl, let alone too malicious for such innocence. instead he remained silent, the only  noise to be heard was a soft chuckle that only just surfaced from his lips. the vampire was more than sure there was no light for beings such as he, no light or escape from the constant loneliness that came with the death of a supernatural being.

he continued to make his way over to the girl, mind pondering whether or not he was only called on by the young girl, so that no others would see him except she. how horrific it would be. to have a moment, a glimmer of hope offered to him, only to be torn away because of the young girl's stubbornness. it would seem Kol would have to plead his case if he wished to remain here.

his thick eyebrow lifted slightly, head tilted only at a small angle as her words settled in. now it would seem his case might be easily pleaded.  ''I may not be this... Tim.'' he began, smirk dancing as always on his lips. ''but I assure you my help is better than none.'' besides, there was no doubt in the originals mind that some teenage lost love could assist her in the killing of his elder bastard  of a brother. his gaze dropped briefly to her hand, blood seeping from the small wound. ''now, why waste your spilling.'' he nodded in it's direction. ''I think you may find I can assist— after all, we do have similar wishes. who better to help kill an original, than an original himself?'' 

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The Summoning

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                                       .: [ ✿ ] :. I was a thing out of the books, a witch contacting the dead. According to Genevieve, humans fine piece and move on and some don’t. Either way, Davina was not one to give up. If there was a chance that she could contact Tim she was going to try and try and try ‘till she got what she wanted. It was him that got him involved it all of this. It was her fault that he was dead, it was her connection to Klaus that got him killed.                                             All Davina wanted was to talk to Tim again and let                                             him know that she is sorry, and that Klaus was not                                             going to get away with his death. So here she was                                             at a greenhouse/conservatory the witches have.                                             Here she was spilling her own blood in hopes to tell                                             to tell him all that she wants to. Davina cut her hand                                             making her sacrifice as she closed her eyes and                                             chanted. She chanted ‘till she felt the breeze that the                                             magic created. She opened her eyes, too curious not                                             to, and looked around. There was someone here, she                                            felt it, she had goosebumps all over her skin. Someone                                            was here. ruthlesspsychotic

♞it was strange, a feeling of being torn away from  the place you stand. one minute Kol was doing the usual rounds of moping, scowling as his siblings went about their own happy lives, creating a not-so-new start for themselves in New Orleans. he'd watched his own siblings move on from his death without so much as a threat passed to the Gilbert's. 

but there was a feelings that stirred in the pit of his stomach, a feeling of discomfort—twisting and turning and then he felt  himself disappearing. a shift in  the universe that placed him in an entirely different place altogether. he'd experienced something similar with the veil dropping, but it was  different in a way the original didn't  quite understand. a frown etched itself onto his features, eyes heard as he  took in his surroundings. it was a place he didn't recognise, one he was very  sure he'd never been before... a greenhouse of some sort.

a voice called out from a short distance away, dark eyes narrowed as he searched for it's source. he had been called here for a reason, but perhaps not intentionally so.  a smirk curled up on his lips when the young girl came into view. he recalled her from a  time he'd sulked around after his brother... a little witch who had an incredible temper.

''not exactly, love.'' he replied, turning the corner and revealing his presence to her. hands linked together  behind his back, stroll light and playful. wow, did it feel good to be seen.

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flames couldn't go much higher; Kol & Kara

       he was always the reckless one.

of course there were times when Niklaus would join him, play the game that vampires were destined to play, to fall into that place were nothing else matters except the b l o o d. and when that becomes boring, or rather, less than pleasing     you make it fun.                        and that's where Kol came in. because he always had fun ways to enjoy his meals. he had always been the one to present to Mikael where he and his siblings were, but it was not purposely done,         Kol just couldn't help himself.

                            perhaps it was buried deep inside him,                             that evil,that darkness.                             because if there was anyone vampirism complimented well...                                                   it was him.

his in-again, out-again life didn't really leave much to history,                                                                           everybody remembers Niklaus.      everybody quivers with fear at his name.       but sometimes, Kol reminds himself that it was he who encouraged the worst in that bastard... and he recalls, just how much encouragement he needed. because without a doubt, Nik was evil, ruthless and everything that was said about him. but people do not talk of Kol    he could be so much worse.           nobody remembers the towns he burned, drained and ruined,           just for the sake of some fun.

there were many times that Kol was brought out of his box, brought out to cause conflict between his eldest brothers, brought for the sake of a week long amusement to the Hybrid.                     it never lasted long.

but now they didn't control him, not his mother, father, sister... not Nik, not even Elijah. nobody could stop Kol's reign of terror, if he so wished to let it happen. but no      it was much more fun to let time pass by. to watch as Elena and her friends grew more anxious by the day, just waiting and waiting for his next move, and soon they would be drawn out, a plan knitted together because none of them were patient enough to w a i t.  but what those young, pathetic children had no idea of, was that, that moment was all he craved,           all he needed. because it was fear and strife and pain that he fed on, what he enjoyed. 

but his idea hadn't exactly gone as planned, he had let his pride and ego get in the way    just as he always did. and now he'd almost killed a hunter, if he succeeded, the dreams would start. and as much as he wanted that boy to die... he began regretting his decision. how foolish could he be?                      even Nik could not bear it.

however, a mistake or not... things would work to his favour. maybe if the boy did live, Kol might just be able to cause some pain before it was known.

he gives a soft rap on the wooden door of the student house, his last visit here was pleasant, a night he'd enjoyed, a meal and sex   even if the first part did fall apart. he recalls the girl, who's familiar eyes she had recognised, from the minute the hunter looked up at him, blood dripping from his mouth.  Kol gave a sadistic grin at the thought, awaiting the footsteps towards the door.

           and then the door opened,            giving a quiet creak as it did.

"hello, Kara." he greeted her with a purr.

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keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

[xhunterxawokenx]

          He saw it coming. Maybe not exactly like this, with a shard of            glass of all things—maybe a hand in his chest cavity—but either            way, maybe part of him knew he was dead the second he grabbed           that butter knife in the grill. His only regret is that he wished it had            been a                                          b i g g e r  knife.            He’s not immune to pain. Never has been, never would be, and he            would never pretend to be. It fucking hurts. Burns. The way his            flesh gives way around the shard, the way it slices between his ribs           and buries it’self into his lung, the force of a mad man behind it’s           drive. Logan lets out a sharp breath, and plunges his own weapon           straight into Kol’s stomach, it’s hardly a half a second delay. And           it’s the lack of hesitance that saves his life. Not that he knows that            at the current moment.           Logan’s jaw clenches and he can feel thick, warm liquid creep up           the wrong direction in his throat just as Kol’s blood spills over his           knuckles. It tastes like metal—copper, and every breath becomes           an all out war. Oxygen fights to make it’s way in and out but the           blood just pours through, drowning him as it collapses in on itself.           He should panic. He should be scared—he should want to fight if           not Kol, at least for his life. If not for him, for Kara.                                            Nah, he’s too                                                       s e l f i s h.           He slides off the Original and onto the floor, it’s not graceful or            calculated like all his previous movements, it’s a glimmer of that            boy he used to be. Before all darkness crept in, and the stories           of all the monsters under his bead were part of who he was. before           he snapped his first neck, or pulled his first trigger. He shows for half           a second as Logan’s right hand, makes his way to the left side of his            rib cage and he pulls in a weezing breath, like he’s sucking air out of           a straw. He doesn’t dare pull it out, that would just let the blood flow           faster.           No, he just applies pressure, wincing as he does so because it            fucking burns. It feels like a scorched rod, meant for poking at fires           in enclosed spaces has been shoved between his ribs and he’s            drowning in his own goddamn blood as it flows into his mouth,            staining his tongue, gums and teeth, seeping from thinly pressed            lips. Yet somehow Logan manages a tight smile, a gurgled laugh                               "You didn’t watch the carpet." he                                            manages through all the blood                                   it’s really just a silent  f u c k  you.

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        he may be dealing with his own pain,         the burning pain of tearing flesh or a punctured stomach...         but he enjoys watching the boy struggle for breath,         watching the hunter fall to his knees with blood spilling down the corners of his mouth.         he grins, hands wrapping around the splinter of wood,         pulling it from his stomach with hardly any struggle.         but it's in deep, only a hunter could use that strength. 

        Kol's eyes widen as the puncture heals,         he drops the bloody chair leg to the floor,         a satisfied smirk on his lips as he wipes his bloody fingers on the curtains.

"oh, well... perhaps I was lying."

        he narrows his eyes, bright smile dancing on his lips,         threatening laugh lingering just on the tip of his tongue.         he pretends not to notice the guy's lack of care towards his own life,         but if there was anything Kol enjoyed most,         it was r e v e n g e.          and it's what he does best.

        he crouches down at level with Logan,         hand gripping his shoulder, painfully tight.

''now, you'll pass on my apologies... if you live to see their return.''

        he gives a sigh, the glimmer from the chain around his neck catching his attention again,         another visible now...         the first printed with Ryan Murphy, the second printed with Logan Xavier.          the names stand out, both last names striking familiarity with him.         and then he realises...

        a quick yank from his hand and the chain snaps, the first dog tag falling to the floor,         the other Kol pushes into his pocket.

"give my best to Airiana." he murmurs,          opening the door of the boarding house and parting with a grin.

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keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

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        Logan isn’t one to panic. Never really had been, probably never would,         be. And he’s not so arrogant as to say that it’s because he’s tough and just         that manly. There just comes a point where your life is on the line so many times,         that the idea of your own death becomes numbing. And maybe it’s not the

        same for everyone—actually he knows it’s not—but it’s how he’s affected.         Logan  has never been one to focus on his own survival, maybe that’s just         what’s been ingrained into his mind, or maybe that’s the way he’s always         been. Either way he’s just glad that his will has been set up for Kara since         he was seventeen.

        Logan watches Kol’s every move, the slight hesitation of his hand in his pocket,         the hunter is far too attentive to detail not to notice something like that.         And as the vampire begins to circle him, his muscles tense, there’s a brief         second where Logan can feel the hunter clawing it’s way to the surface, it’s          a battle of control between the killer and the hunter and the shredded piece         of the boy Logan used to be. But the boy always loses and the two left         standing merge together. 

       His movements are a complete blur, and as Kol circles around to Logan’s left        shoulder, his body twists in one synchronized motion, the action is quick and sharp        as the blonde lifts his right leg and delivers a crippling blow to Kol’s right knee

       There’s an ear shattering snap as tendons rip and bone breaks, bending his        joint at a very unnatural angle. It’s not enough to do anything other than slow him        down, but that’ all he’s really going for. Logan doesn’t waste even half a second        before he’s cleared the living room and flipped one of the wooden chairs up off        the ground, he slams the furniture onto the floor, supernatural strength causing        the structure to give way and collapse in on itself, leaving a broken piece of        the arm rest gripped in his left fist.

                   It wont kill him—but there was no way                                       Logan was just going to lie down                                                                                    and die. 

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       he was starting to wonder if the boy would ever fight,        he tenses but barely moves as Kol approaches him,        there is no flicker in his eyes, no acknowledgement of danger,        just still and c a l m.        and when you're predator    it's infuriating.

       Logan is almost as fast as a vampire, that's where experience shows,        his girlfriend wasn't so quick, wasn't so intelligent when it came        to weaknesses and strengths, but this hunter was no amateur.        one of the five     but not even the little Gilbert was like this man.        he's met them previously, obviously when he was a little less skilled        in controlling his hunger, but Nik had slaughtered them all before they        could figure him out, before they took down the family.        briefly, his mind flits to a wondering thought of where the other three hunters where.        but it's that distraction that prevents him from seeing what came next.

       the hunter's foot collides with Kol's bone, his leg falling from beneath him,        there's a ripping sound, and he's all too familiar with it.        the vampire hisses, crouching slightly.        Elena's blood allowed him to heal quickly, but it didn't take away pain.        there hadn't in fact been many times in his life that Kol dealt with pain,        his brothers and even sister were practically immune to the pain of broken         bones and vervain and stab wounds.        it was taking the younger brother a little while longer than the rest.               but that said more about how skilled this particular Original was at         protecting himself, or running.

       the man is already on the move, darting across the room and shattering       a chair     s m a r t s. that's what kept you a live in fight against hunter and vampire.       Kol focuses on the bones, snapping them back into place with a squinted       expression, but anger burns through his vein...       and he refuses to be outwitted again.       a growl rumbles in his throat and his hand clenches around the glass in his hand.

      before Logan has looked up to see the Original's whereabouts,       weapon in hand, Kol is in front of him. looking down at him with burning eyes.       he rises and he takes his opportunity, just how the boy had done to him.       and that's when he snaps his arm forward,        glass pushing through the skin of the boy's chest cavity.       there's the delicious sound of ripping skin and the Original smiles coldly as        the blood spills over his fingers.       however, his pleasure is cut short            he only just pierces the lung as there's a pain in his own stomach.       he growls again, agony rippling through him.       Kol dares to glance down at the man's hand,        the tattooed arm is visible, but only up to his stomach,       a small part of the chair leg at the end. Kol snarls.

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keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

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        He watches as the glass breaks, he’s hit a nerve. Good.         If he comes at him all impulsive lashes and angry growls he’ll be                                       easier to predict, truthfully. 

                                 "When I want to be.” 

        He’s not stalling, he’s poking, prodding, waiting for him to go off.         honestly he’s not sure how people like Kol get a second chance         at life and people like Ryan turn over in their grave. But what’s          that saying? Only the good die young. As the glass breaks he knows         Kol is certainly no exception to this rule, clearly. Even living a thousand         year life span, he still managed to evade death. Pity.

        Not like anyone would have missed him. 

                               "Somehow I doubt that"

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        Kol darts forward, he's not getting a reaction from the hunter any time soon,         but then it dawns on him, that perhaps he's playing the same game,         provoking him     a little too calm for someone who could die in a matter of seconds.         he stops a few steps away from the man, hovering with narrowed eyes,         searching for any weapon, not that any could truly bring harm to him.

        something catches his eye, a glimmer caught by light hanging around his neck,         Ryan Murphy. he was pretty sure the hunter's name was Logan...         perhaps someone close to him?         such a shame, to lose something so precious.         Kol's lips twitch.

        his hand shoves into his pocket,         the other stays firmly wrapped around the shard of glass,         he lifts it, assessing it to see if it would be long enough to puncture some vital organ,         because right now Kol would take a thousand years of torture,         of suicide temptation, if he knew that he could cause this hunter to bleed         out and be found by the ones who loved him.

''you caught me.''

       he raises both hands, palm up. ''I admit, I like making a mess.''

       Kol moves again, circling the hunter, waiting for him to try something,        anything, so that he could watch the hopes for escaping dash into pieces,        watch hope and life fade from his eyes as he pierced through the skin.

       but he's fed up of waiting and he's darting forward again,        so fight for your pathetic life, just like Elena did.

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She was a bit of a mess, truth be told. She really wasn’t the type of girl who just slept with people. Especially when she’d only been in town for like three days and she’d just jumped into bed with him.                                                            Smart move.

But, thinking about it now, Kol had been charming and attentive and yes, he had blood on his shirt from… something    she doesn’t really remember what, just remembers it was being there, and that’s how he’d gotten into the flat in the first place.

Kamryn’s cheeks heat at the thought, Kara barging in not even ten minutes after the situation, Kol half naked and Kamryn in not much more clothes.            They’d shook hands, just deepening her embarrassment.

And she hadn’t seen him since.                             Isn’t that how it’s supposed to go? It was just a one night stand, something completely out of character that certainly wouldn’t happen again. She couldn’t see him though, she knew how embarrassed she’d get just from seeing his brown eyes, the one that seemed to just look through her.

But of course, as soon as the thought touches her mind, he comes into view. Hair tousled, smirk in place, eyes ever-watching    he’s irritatingly handsome, and she’s easily embarrassed, she flushes crimson and he catches her eye.

”Kol.” She greets him quickly.

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        it hadn't been that long, not really.         sure, many things had happened since the night he'd met Kamryn,         since she'd took him in and they'd spent the night together,         he'd accidentally met her room mate,         and since then, he'd done a little bit of research,         just how ironic is it, that he ended up in the bed of a girl,         who shared a house with the sibling of a man he'd drove a shard of         glass through    it hadn't killed him however, or at least, not yet...         Kol hadn't received any dreams and had no suicidal tendencies,         so the hunter wasn't dead...         unfortunately.

        and even more ironic so, that Kamryn isn't in school on this         particular day.         just when he had a plan in mind for the Xavier's sister.         he flashes her a grin, watching the colour rise in her cheeks,         just as it had before.         he makes his way over to her, sliding into the seat opposite her.

''Kamryn.'' he purrs.

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keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

[xhunterxawokenx]

        He’s not impatient—exactly. But it’s hard to stay  completely          calm when you’re standing in front of someone who wants to kill you.

                        Scared or not, fight or flight kicks in.

                  “Oh it’s not an opinion, it’s a fact.                                                                                             Any idiot with a set of eyes could see you                                                                 have this pathetic need for power. Psychologically                                                         I’m sure it goes back to your childhood, doesn’t excuse                                                   you for being a psychotic piece of shit, but who the                                                                                    hell am I to judge?” 

        He states with a shrug of his shoulders, subtly glancing around the room,         the bastard was truly lucky that Damon wasn’t here. He’d been itching         to tear Kol apart for days, Original or not that kind of anger holds its         own weight. Ironically Logan can’t help but be grateful for the fact that         the Salvatore has so many wooden furnishings. If he can snap the          leg or arm of any of the chairs he could use them. He wonders how

        well an Original would hold up with a stake through the dome.         Probably won’t be very pleasant.

                               "Well I suggest we avoid the rug."

        he nods, sliding his hands in his pockets, tone casual, the one time                                   he doesn’t have his pocket knife on him. 

                ”Damon would really kill you if we got blood there.”

        The hunter almost snorts at his comment, an eye for an eye. Logan         shook his head, smirk implying that he was genuinely amused even though          he was very far from it.

                  ”If that were the case you would have just                                                                            dealt with the fact that the boy who’s arms you tried                                                             to cut off and his sister killed you.                                             Don’t bullshit me. Just admit it,                                                                                    you practically get off on this shit .” 

        He replies with the slight cock of his head, though he appears         relaxed, every muscle in his body is rigid. Prepared to lash out         at any sign of the Vampires advance. Though his blue eyes are on his         face, hes watching his every move. Sometimes Logan’s paranoia         is a blessing. Shockingly. Who knew PTSD would come in handy         in a town full of Vampires.

       At the mention of Ariana his jaw clenches slightly and he has to remind         himself that she’s not here. He’s also relieved Kol doesn’t know who        Kara is—but then again if he tried that, well his fuckin’ funeral. Ariana was        one thing, but his baby sister? You’d have to really have a death wish, there                    would be nothing on the planet that could stop him from ripping his goddamn                    intestines out. 

                                             "Are you just gonna talk                                        me to death or what?”        

[ruthlesspsychotic]

       Kol shrugs, the smirk dancing on his lips, revealing amusement that         seemed to come from the slightest bit of anger or discomfort from        Elena and her friends.

''yes, who are you, indeed?'' 

       at the mention of the Salvatore, Kol's head drops, a loud chuckle        escaping his lips as his free hand pushes into his pocket. ''do you believe I'm foolish enough to fear a vampire that barely comes close to my age?''

       but of course, the Original knew that it did not matter, because age meant        nothing. strategy was important, and that's why Kol had thought out        his moves clearly. he knew that some harm would be brought to him         in the process but the overall outcome would be more satisfying than        any of it.

       he notices the glance around the room, the search for a weapon couldn't        be subtle, really. he breathes out, a sigh as the hunter makes a         comment, yet again, about the brother.         where all the people inhabiting in this building obsessed with the two        Salvatore's. he rolls his eyes, his hands clenching around the glass.        there's a quiet creak, the glass threatening to shatter under the pressure.

       again he shrugs, a tilt of his head.

''practically.'' he teases.

       he watches the jaw clench and it only brings more amusement to his        own features.        he doesn't care much for what the consequences are...                                a tooth for a tooth. 

        Kol breathes out, noticing the man's discomfort at the mention of the         human girl and he knows that she was always the perfect leverage,         perhaps for everyone. 

''quite witty, aren't you?                 it's Logan isn't it?''

         his hand clenches tighter, shattering the crystal across the carpet as          Kol gives a quick and quiet growl.

''I'll be sure to have it cleaned.''

         he mutters, releasing the shards, all except one. 

[ruthlesspsychotic]

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

[xhunterxawokenx]

        Blue eyes settle on the Vampire, heart beat never picking up         up speed past it’s usual pace.

        He’s not scared—he’s angry more than anything, he watches as the          Original steps past the threshold and he cant help but be glad          Ariana’s not here. He’s not worried about himself, not in the slightest         and it’s not because he has the hunters curse on his side or that         he’s even arrogant enough to think he can take on Kol by himself         he’s just not scared. 

        He can see it in his eyes, he wants to kill him, it’s not hard         for a killer to spot another killer. Kol is hardly subtle about it, but          maybe if you’re oblivious, it could slip by undetected. But Logan’s         But instead of leaving—of doing what he knows he should do,         not oblivious, if anything he pays too much attention. The hunter crosses          his arms across his chest, posture rigid because he knows he’s either         going to die or by some miracle he’ll make it out alive—except the latter         isn’t very promising. He’s used up all his get out of jail free cards. 

        He’s a human with a tattoo that gives him more strength and faster          reflexes—but it’s probably not enough to take on a psychotic Original         Vampire. Maybe if he had a white oak stake, he’d be able to turn it around,         but maybe’s and probably’s don’t help when the definite is standing right         in front of you. He glances at Kol’s hand, he knows how he is, and as         much as he’d love to rip his vocal chords out, he just stands still. 

                                          s t a r i n g 

                                                       w a i t i n g

       Kol likes to play with his food and then throw it away. He’s twisted        like that, and in a sense Logan might even feel bad for the poor bastard.         lf he’d lived that long and knew he was that sick—he’d of wanted to find        and end to his story a long time ago.

                                             "You can kill me                                       —but it wont make you any less pathetic.”        

[ruthlesspsychotic]

        he sighs, eyebrows lifting and falling quickly before he turns on his heel,         heading back to top up his drink.

''ah, now, do you think I care much about what you think of me?    incredibly less so, if you are dead.''

        it's another boyish grin,         he's making a habit of gaining pleasure from poor insults.         Kol isn't foolish enough to believe the hunter is scared,         perhaps their is no regard for his own life,         and Kol's leverage on everybody in this household is absent.         he frowns, filling the glass with amber liquid.

''you're growing impatient.''

        it's just a guess, he's given no incline to feeling anything in his arrival,         but he's experienced his games long enough to know when somebody is         waiting.                                          and what a boring thing that is.

''where would you suggest I begin?''

      he leans against the desk, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as his       fingers drum lightly on the glass, daylight ring interrupting his own        thoughtful silence. he tilts his head back to the hunter, eyebrows       raised in question.

''eye for an eye, mate.''

      it's only fair. 

''now, I can heal. but you. you and Airiana cannot. I suppose that's why I prefer you two.''

[ruthlesspsychotic]

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

[xhunterxawokenx]

        Somehow he finds himself at the boarding house—again.         at this point hes not sure who he’s trying to even fool more.

        himself or her? Or everyone around them? If it’s the last one.         he absolutely sucks at it. Kara knows—Elena knows, Damon knows…         hell the only people that don’t know is the two of them. Well..         he knows but, he doesn’t let himself entertain the thought.. She         deserves more than a washed up soldier with PTSD and a whole         lot of baggage. He should leave, he should just pack Kara up

        and head back to California before something really irreversible         happens, before fuck up on top of fuck up piles up and he can’t crawl         his way out from under the weight of all the shit he’s done wrong.         But instead of leaving—of doing what he knows he should do,         he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his disheveled blonde hair         padding down the hallway to answer the door. A man with Vampires for         enemies should be smart enough not to stay in a house open         for anyone of them to just walk in.

        he’s smarter than that. Usually. But he supposes his guard is down,          which is a fucking first. He can’t remember the last time that happened.         And it would figure the one time he relaxes—it nearly gets him killed.         Logan finds his hand on the cool metal of the heavy wooden doors          knob, twisting and turning until he comes face to face with Kol.          He’s not scared—he should be, but he’s not.

       Logan hasn’t really had any sense of self worth in quite some time.        When you’ve seen enough death—start believing you don’t deserve to        live while your friends lie in the ground and their sisters turn to you for        comfort—you stop fearing it.

                                             "What."                                         it’s not a question it’s a demand.       

[ruthlesspsychotic]

       his eyes are pinned to the floor,        no evidence on his shoes from a night not long ago he'd worn them.        there's no scuffs or dirt or bloodstains,        the only reminder, the only true reminder of that night was the rapid        pace Kol's blood seemed to heal at and a girl with fire that was ever        so persistent in revenge.

       his eyes are finally dragged up as the crease in the door widens.        a grin on his face as he meets the eyes of an angry hunter.        his tattoo is visible beneath the shirt, should he be threatened?        at this point Kol tries to finds it hard to see sense,        he has come here with the intention to kill, hasn't he?        the Original doesn't care much for a hunter's curse, he could bear it.        he could. 

       ''I believe last time,        we didn't get much chance to introduce ourselves.''

       he pushes past the hunter, into the boarding house were a fire crackles        under the mantle piece. he looks arrowed, eyes narrowed and vaguely        aware of the man behind him. he spins on his heel, unlinking his fingers.

       ''how are you girlfriend's ribs?        all healed up nicely, I do hope.''

       sarcasm drips from his words as he moves around the room, coming        to a stop in front of the collection of bourbon lined up in crystal bottles        on a desktop. he lifts a glass and a bottle and fills it half way.

       ''care for one?''        he doesn't wait for an answer, downing the drink, he keeps his grip        firmly on the cool glass between his fingers.

       ''Kol Mikaelson.'' he grins, holding a hand out.

[whiteand-gxld]

running through that fire; { Kolatia }

[whiteand-gxld]

she doesn’t know what she expected, but it’s more than likely not this…

               perhaps he’d grown smarter…                but wasn’t he always intelligent?

he wasn’t about to fall for her games, no more than she would fall for his.

maybe they’d both just stand here in this dampened alley way, glaring at each other about a grudge helf for a thousand years, for a mistake on her behalf over a thousand years ago. they were just young people, young and beautiful. and now they had twisted themselves and mauled others in the process. she’s sure his list of deaths along the way is longer than hers. Tatia remembers watching the love and devotion he was willing to offer, she had been the one to rip it away and watched as humanity left him                                                                       over                and                 over.

he never wanted to grow up, and he’d been forced into it, forced to become a m o n s t e r. and thrust out into a world filled with temptations and one option for somebody who didn’t want to feel. the switch had ruined Kol, but she doesn’t know whether it’s still there… was he too far gone into this sadistic portrayal? was this who he was now?              or was the young man who loved her still in there.

she needs to appeal to that side.                                   she needs to do something to save herself…                                                                           and her.

”I’m sure you will.” she drops her head to look at the floor, chocolate curls covering her face, when she looks up, she’s forced a sad expression, forced a feeling she had to stop feeling. sadness.

[ruthlesspsychotic]

        he never knew what was going on in the mind of the Petrova.         nor in her ancestors.         despite being usually good at reading people.         he cannot tell whether or not it's fake,         but from a past experience, he won't let it go.         he won't forgive or forget, or play along...         he'll wait it out and see the outcome,         and he won't be a part of her games.

        he watches her carefully, her every move.         brushing the curls from her face, her pouting lips, narrowing eyes...         he could list a million reasons why she annoyed him, those being         some of them, but they would also be on the list of the reasons he         fell for her in the first place.

        he wishes he hadn't been as foolish as them.         but it's hard to not be seduced by the Petrova doppelganger.

        she's toying with him again, sadness lurks behind her dark eyes.         they're not the doe eyes they once were, they're tainted with death         and betrayal and all other things that made up an old vampire.         they're not the doe eyes that Elena has, and that's what makes it         difficult.

         they say the eyes are the windows to the soul...

         they couldn't be more correct.          because isn't Elena the innocent one? forced into evil, forced into          immortality? Tatia was the betrayer, the cold, dark vampire who was          more than dead inside.

         he says nothing, turning his back to her.                              he must leave.

[rebekahmkaelsons]

[ruthlesspsychotic]

sister, relax. stop picking on the locals and join me for a drink.

[thevampirediariesfangatic-blog]

"If you don’t shut up, the next thing coming out of your mouth will be your teeth.”

[ruthlesspsychotic]

keep the smile from my face; Kol & Logan

        he'd always been one to blow things out of proportion,         a dramatic child, distant teenager, unfair man.

        turning had probably been the worst thing to do to Kol Mikaelson.         but it happened, and now here he was, roaming the earth a thousand         years later      carrying a grudge that was a thousand years old.         he's sure that he'd be diagnosed insane if it were down to hospitals         and doctors and things of that nature. but he it is not, and he is on the         loose, back from the dead, dangerous and vengeful.

        he doesn't feel it anymore, perhaps the vampire blood had healed him         too quickly to fuel his anger, to fuel the revenge he had to succeed.         but he remembers. the cool metal pushing through his rib cage,         a small amount of pain from the intrusion coursing through his body,         then the puncture of his lung, the feel as it filled with blood and         suffocated him, shortening his breath and finally as it ripped through         the tissue of his heart       but he was a vampire, an immortal.         he healed.

        his attacker, though, is something mostly human.         he would not heal. and perhaps that's why Kol moves so gracefully,         disturbing thoughts swimming around his mind as he glides down the         pavement leading up to the Salvatore boarding house.         there is no one inside, no one except his target. this is the plan.         and it'll work.

       perhaps he's become accustomed to the sound of a vampire,        the sound of their feet barely touching the floor as they move,        was that a hunter's perk? or knowledge from experience?        perhaps both. but Kol still takes his chance, a polite and short knock        on the wooden door.

[whiteand-gxld]

running through that fire; { Kolatia }

[whiteand-gxld]

For  a moment she thinks she has him, the small, innocent smile on her face threatening to switch to a sadistic one. She watched him closely, drinking in his appearance. Kol had always been handsome, in a devilish kind of way. And she remembers how gentle he could be, for instance the night that she had kissed him, he’d held her closely, arrogance fading as the moment set it… and the day after she had laughed in his face.      poor boy.

But the moment of thinking her game might play out, he’s gripping her wrists, pushing her away… He’s strong, not much stronger than her, if at all, but as she registers that he is not fooled, she allows the fabric to be torn from her fingers, their bodies no longer touching.

”Fine.”

She mutters, leaning against the wall, pulling away from him.

”Then let’s make a deal. What could you possibly want from me?       if not that.”

She ignores the rejection causing a spark in her chest, Tatia never dealt with it well, but now is not the time to be offended. He wants something in return. What could it be? Perhaps he wants her assistance in torturing her descendant. Not a chance.

[ruthlesspsychotic]

       he wonders what would be the price to pay,        it would be far too easy to keep it a secret, after all, he could not be        compelled and he always seemed to have a secret to keep from them,        as they did from him. they barely saw each other, it would be easy. 

       but he always wanted something. always. it would be too easy to give        her what she wanted, and he owed her no favours. she's offering him...        but what to take? he doesn't want her...        or at least he won't let himself believe he does.

       to have Tatia Petrova offering a deal    surely that was a first.        is this how desperate she was?        then why reveal herself to him now? why follow them here?        he narrows his eyes...        it wouldn't take much to utter the words, to repay her back like he's spent years        trying to do. but part of him can't. he wants to keep this to himself.        he likes the power she has offered to him, but he knows it benefits her too. 

     turning away, he links his fingers behind his back.      he'd like to drag this out, watching irritation grow more apparant on her       face. he grins like a child. tilting back on his heel.

''I'll think of something, Tatia.''

[whiteand-gxld]

running through that fire; { Kolatia }

[whiteand-gxld]

no…

what a liar, how sweet…  clearly her giggle brought back nothing, her face not doing any favours. he’s still not happy to see her, his face still crinkled with despair and heartbreak and a wall built up incredibly high. he wasn’t fooling her. he’s avoiding her eyes, letting them wander, resting no where. she stops herself from gripping his jaw, from forcing him to look at her…

but he likes to play games, doesn’t he? so she will play one with him. she thinks she hears his heart falter slightly in his chest, but she can’t be too sure, as the expression doesn’t change. he’s still glaring, but it wouldn’t last.

                        look at me.

she pouts again, pushing up to him.

”fine, act like you’re not happy to see me.     but I know you better.”

her lips turn down at the corners, her own cold, hard stare returning… sweet talk was getting her no where.

”I’ve revealed that I’m alive to you… Nobody else has to know, Kol.”

just you and I, like you always wanted.  but it’s not the case. she’s here to play, and she can beat him at his own game. she’s already played it out, thought of every move. he’s trapped.

checkmate. 

[ruthlesspsychotic]

       he doesn't push away her hands, suddenly all that Original strength        has disappeared. isn't funny how despite being younger than him,        she still managed to make him feel like a child, she'd always referred        to him as little boy, age was irrelevant to Tatia Petrova.

       he remembers the talk of Katherine, how she was similar to her ancestor        in many ways, but Tatia always did it better. she fooled them all.        they believed her to be dead, when she just knew how to hide.        but which brother betrayed the other?        which one knew that she had not died and decided to offer her the only        thing that could make her more lethal?    if that were even possible.

       he finally rests on her face, taking her in...        just a bit at a time... if he focuses hard enough,        maybe he can see Elena, and treat her just the same.        but there's a difference, perhaps not to anyone else...        when you know the two of them, you can tell them apart.        perhaps when you know the three... Klaus did not fall for Katherine,        nor did he fall for Elena, so maybe he just knew. just like Kol.        he couldn't look at Tatia and see a girl he hated, because he didn't. 

       it doesn't matter    none of it matters. she is not here for him and he        knows it. never again will he be fooled by the musical laughter,        cupids-bow-lips or doe-brown eyes. he is not naive. not anymore. 

       he stares her down, holding back the urge to fall. to accept it and let himself        fall for the games, does it give him a slight chance at feeling human again?

       no.

       this is Tatia, not Celestina. she never made him feel human. she made him        feel less than that. he growls, gripping her hands.

''not going to happen, love.''