Chapter 3: Kol, My Old Friend
Over the next few days, I caught up around New Orleans eavesdropping on Klaus' conversations during the day and walking around town at night. Walking around late at night meant attacking lots of tourists and drinking lots of delicious blood. There was just something about watching people's face fill with fear before I sink my teeth into their neck that pleasures me.
Especially with what had happened the other day with Elijah. Thanks to the emotional pain he had left, I had an excuse to kill as much as I wanted. I actually haven't since Elijah since then and I didn't ask Klaus where he was but instead accompanied Klaus at night in bed. I shook my head at the thought and wiped my mouth, throwing my most recent victim's body down in a river. If I had to count how many I've killed in three days, it would be more than a handful.
I sighed as I watched the body roll down the dirty cliff, taking with it leaves and mud as it slid down into the river. Suddenly, I felt guilty. What if the man I had just killed had someone who loved him or someone he loved. I gulped, I needed a drink. I rushed home and grabbed a bottle of wine from the tray before opening it and chugging it down.
"Something troubling you?" Klaus walked in. I slammed the bottle of wine down on the table beside me and collapsed on the luxurious chair.
"Stop," I warned him and he chuckled pouring himself some wine from the bottle I had opened a moment ago.
"Next time you decide to go on a killing spree, make sure to bring me some blood," he requested. "Why? You have bags of blood downstairs," I sat up. "Yeah, but warm, dark blood is great for painting," he smirked before disappearing upstairs.
Klaus was just as crazy as I am at the moment. I yawned and decided to take a nap.
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I woke up suddenly and rubbed the back of my neck, sore from the couch. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I checked the time 3:39 pm. I stopped moving and listened to see if anyone was home, more specifically who was home. No one was home, I frowned as I got up and took the unfinished bottle with me as I walked upstairs.
Exploring, I soon stumbled into Elijah's room. Nothing was out of place and not a speck of dirt anywhere. Elijah was the one to keep things organized. I sighed, the room Klaus and I shared right now was a complete mess compared to this. I walked to his bed and sat on it, taking a gulp of wine. Where would Elijah be? Who is this Hayley girl?
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone shout Klaus' name. I ran downstairs and pinned whoever it was to the wall.
"Alessandra?" he leaned his head towards me and narrowed his eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked and stared back at him. "It's me, Kol," he smirked. No way. I let go immediately. I knew that look anywhere. "What the hell? I thought you were still daggered," I frowned. "Not anymore, I thought you were dead," he said and raised an eyebrow.
I jogged around him and took another sip of wine. "Nope," I smiled. "What happened to you? You look differently. I haven't seen you in a century but I'm sure you looked different," I tilted my head towards him.
"Yeah, mum brought me back to life in a different body," he explained briefly. "It's honestly a long story," he shrugged. "I've got time," I offered him some wine but he shook his head. "You're drunk as hell," he smirked and took the bottle from me, placing it far away. "Who cares?" I laughed. "Who else is here?" I swung my legs over the couch. "Finn and Rebekah," his voice low. "A family reunion," I nodded. "Not a great one," he commented. I got up now and sat on the floor by the railing overlooking the patio of the grand house. He followed and sat beside me.
"So, tell me everything that's happened," I smiled. Then, he began the long story of how their parents are back, the trouble in New Orleans and his new witch girlfriend Davina. I looked at him and sighed. It was great to be back and catch up with an old friend.
