#kol-svansson

[noellesatransky]

Here Comes the Sun | Kolella

Trying to surprise a vampire turned out to be a lot more complicated than Ella had originally suspected. Figured maybe she’d just show up someplace, wrap Kol up in a hug, and that’d be that. But in reality… well, things took a lot more planning.

Had to leave the island without much prior notice, simply telling everyone she was headed back home so no messages could be sent back heralding her arrival. As soon as the plane landed and a car took her back to her apartment in Oxford, Ella wasted no time slipping into one of her fancy dresses, throwing up her hair and stalking out towards Fangtopia. Luckily for her, having Kol as your best friend that you sometimes slept with had multiple perks, including the bouncer at the back of the club letting her in  with nothing more than a muttered “Welcome back Miss Ella” and a stony expression.

And, to be honest, stepping back into the club really did feel like finally coming home. The pulsating lights, the warmth from the bodies packing the dance floor, the sticky smell of TruBlood permeating the air… Ella hadn’t realized how much she missed all of this until now.

"Focus, Ella." She murmured to herself, taking off her heels and silently padding through the back hallways as she hoped to God above that Kol hadn’t moved from his usual spot on high. Not that he usually did, but who knew how her luck would run. Maybe he’d found a new toy to play with that night that required his attentions elsewhere. Or completely possible that Vera had shown up as well, splitting the Viking King’s attentions.

But fate seemed to have thrown Ella a single bone as she caught sight of the alabaster statue that was her closest friend in the world lounging in his throne, seeming bored out of his mind. A bright smile crossed her lips at the sight of him, heart seeming to expand a little. She’d missed this, she’d missed Kol. Yes, maybe she’d needed those months out on the island to recover from her illness, but it had been lonely there by herself with only her dog Victor for company.

Silently Ella climbed the back stairs, creeping up behind Kol’s throne before gently placing her hands over his eyes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’d give you three guesses as to who it is, but I have this strange feeling that you’d get in in one.” She whispered teasingly in his ear, unable to help the small giggle that poured out of her. “Though I sincerely hope you missed me just as much as I missed you.”

[isobelsimon]

New Gun in Town | Kol & Isobel [closed]

Perhaps it was suicide for a werewolf to even think about walking into the nest of vampires that was Fangtopia. Perhaps it was idiocy, perhaps it was signing her life away... Isobel Simon liked to think of it as an untapped market.

Vampires were a hearty breed, yes, but surely even they had some petty feuds they wanted to end without getting blood on their snow-white hands. And who better to stand to profit from it than the best bounty hunter this side of the equator?

All of these thoughts rolled through the woman's head as she stared up at the building in question, not quite inconspicuous in her tight-fitting black leather pants and jacket, purple blouse unbuttoned just low enough that any bouncer would let her in without thinking twice. She was prepared if they did prove troublesome, though, either with a hefty bribe or the silenced revolver she carried, all fitted up with wooden bullets.

Isobel was an opportunist. Not an idiot.

So with a deep breath, the girl sauntered through the front door of Fangtopia, offering the bouncer a toothy smile that spoke more of danger than flirtation, but it was enough to grant her passage without resorting to... messier means. Once inside, her blue eyes flickered around the room, not quite sure who she was looking for. It was nice though to see how all the vampires' noses perked at her entrance. The way they all turned made it seem as if she was the first wolf to ever walk through these doors.

"Good to know I can still command a room." She muttered under her breath with a Scots accent grown thicker by her instinct to get the hell out of this hive raising her hackles. But Isobel came here for a purpose.

Find the Sheriff. Announce her presence. Offer her services.

After all, Isobel gave equal opportunities to all. As long as money ended up in her hands after everything was said and done, she didn't quite care where the hell it came from. So, the woman simply lifted her chin, brushed blonde locks over her shoulder and began walking towards the throne on high.

Where else would one expect to find a king anyway?