The Last Petrova

Fire

 1721, New Orleans.

"Kol, have you seen Elijah?" I asked as I walked down the stairs. "Lost track of lover boy, have you?" Kol replied, lifting his head up from the human girl he had been feeding on. "Kol, I'm serious, he said he was going to take me somewhere special tonight, now where is he?" I demanded. Kol smiled. "He told me he was out getting something important, but he didn't say what," he replied.

I groaned and sat down opposite from him. "She's ten heartbeats away from dying," I pointed out. "So she is," Kol said in a careless manner. He jutted his knee upwards, and the girl went toppling off him and onto the floor. "You're a bloody monster, you know that?" I spat at him, kneeling down next to the girl and feeding her my blood. She awoke with a gasp.

"Leave, and forget everything that happened here," I compelled her. She obeyed with a faraway look in her eyes.

"Don't be so upset, darling, I'm sure Elijah will be back soon enough," Kol said. His words were kind, but he said in a mocking tone, as if the love that Elijah and I shared was comical to him.

"You're welcome to join me for a little trip if you're bored," Kol said, standing up. 

"What, you mean go out and kill a bunch of innocent humans with you as the power-hungry governor turns a blind eye? I don't think so," I said. "Don't sound so disapproving, it isn't like you've never killed before," Kol said, taking my hand. I pulled it away immediately.

"Yes, I killed someone, Kol, I killed someone the first night after I turned. I couldn't control the bloodlust, and I hadn't grown accustomed to my heightened emotions yet. But I'm not proud of it, and I don't parade my kills around like a trophy for all to see," I shouted.

"You're not being very nice, are you?" Kol said in a menacing voice, taking a step forward. I scoffed. "You can't scare me. You're just an untamed beast who thinks he can get away with anything. Well, let me tell you something, Kol- hurt me, and Elijah will hurt you back a hundredfold," I said.

I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Klaus walking down the stairs. He seemed to be very intrigued by the argument Kol and I were having, yet he didn't say a word.

"True," Kol nodded, "But what would happen if it were you who did something Elijah didn't approve of?" he asked. I frowned, not understanding what he was getting at.

Kol glanced over at Klaus with a slight feeling of hesitance. Klaus simply stared back.

"Here's an idea, darling," Kol said, turning back towards me, "Why don't you turn your humanity off?" he said. "What?" I said, backing away. He kept walking towards me until my back was pressed against the stone wall of the Mikaelson Abattoir. "Turn it off," he breathed. I watched as his pupils dilated. "Turn it off," he repeated, this time with more strength.

As a vampire, I had none of my witch powers with me anymore. I couldn't resist his compulsion. I shut my eyes, and willed my body to relieve myself of any emotions.

"Now," Kol said, with a triumphant smile, "Let's go have some fun, shall we?"

As it happened, one of the nobles of the city was holding a ball that day, in celebration of the beginning of autumn. How very fitting- he had gotten the decorations to fit a red theme, signifying the turning of the leaves.

Kol and I caused a mass massacre.

Roughly thirty of the French Quarter's wealthiest people had shown up. We arrived dressed in the richest clothing others couldn't even dream of owning. Hand in hand, Kol and I entered the mansion. I compelled someone to go lock the doors. I had been expecting Kol to take the lead at this party, but it seemed that he would rather watch from the sidelines in curiosity of what I would do.

The music began, and nobles began dancing the traditional waltz. I ran my eyes throughout the ballroom. Tables filled with expensive food were lining the edges of the room. Money spent preparing just one of those plates could have fed a family for days.

"May I propose a toast," I said suddenly in a clear voice. All heads turned towards me as the music stopped. Everyone stared at me with a look of interest- some of the guests knew who I was, but most didn't. That, however, didn't stop them from looking at me with an expression of feigned kindness. I was dressed like royalty, and that was all that mattered. Title and riches were the only important things in their world, and winning my favor could give them a boost in the social hierarchy they lived in.

I made my way over to the spot in front of a young blonde woman dressed in pure white. Expensive jewels decorated her hair and neck.

"To a new season. Let fortune befall us all as the golden crops grow ripe and autumn stains the green leaves a shade of dark red," I said, right before sticking my hand into the girl's chest and ripping her heart out. Blood sank into her white dress, turning her entire gown to red.

Everyone screamed, and rushed towards the doors. As they were locked from the outside, none could escape.

"Shall we?" I called over to Kol. He smiled back with a look of admiration and satisfaction.

"Let's," he replied.

The cries of the nobles echoed throughout the city as we tore our fangs into their necks. I finally understood what it meant by the hunt being twice as more fun than the kill. The pure terror emitting off the nobles made my senses hum with a twisted sense of pleasure.

We continued on with the insane feeding for roughly two more minutes. Then I stopped, and Kol followed in my example. His eyes were alight in eagerness of what I was to do next.

I looked around. Six people were dead, the others were injured.

My eyes searched the room until they set upon a woman in a shining golden dress. Actual flakes of gold had been thrown across her dress. That, along with the gradient orange hue that lined the bottom of her gown, reminded me of something.

"That's a lovely dress you've got on, love," I said, walking over towards her. I watched as her husband scrambled away from his wife in fear.

"Kol, tell me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the gown remind you of... A chandelier?" I asked, slowly looking up towards the ceiling where the magnificent chandelier, covered in candles, lay suspended above all of us.

Seven seconds. That's how long it took for me to get a set of chains, wrap it around the woman's neck, and hook it over the dazzling chandelier. 

"And we mustn't forget to light the candles," I said, turning to Kol. The level of gruesome cruelty I was going to go to would probably have made Rebekah or Klaus slightly uncomfortable, at the very least. But not Kol. He was enjoying every moment of this, I could see it in his wide smile.

I grabbed one of the candelabras lining the walls, and using my vampire reflexes, I jumped up and lit the woman's dress on fire.