The Last Petrova

Kol

 Fourteen minutes pass by. I groan into my hands as the seconds tick away. Meanwhile, Elena is desperately trying to come up with a solution for the predicament she and Stefan are in.

"Caroline's dad! Stefan, he was able to resist compulsion. I don't know how, but he did it. Maybe it's possible," Elena says hopefully. 

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe it's just mind control, right?" Stefan says in a sarcastic yet desperate voice. "Maybe it just takes some focus, a couple decades of training. No big deal," he laughs.

Five more seconds pass. He gets up, then begins to pace around. 

"Stefan, you can control this. When that buzzer goes off, just... Just drink from me," she says. I shake my head as Stefan voices my thoughts.

"You don't get it. I can't stop, Elena! I'm a ripper! A ripper doesn't stop! I listen to the words that come out of your mouth, and all I hear is the sound of your heart pumping blood through your body. And when that clock ticks down... I'm going to have to feed on you. And you want to know what's worse? I'm not going to be able to stop," Stefan says. Yet even still, Elena continues to persist. 

"I don't believe that. You can fight it. You just have to want it bad enough," she says.

Stefan laughs. "Why, because I love you?" he says. "Yeah! That's right, Stefan," Elena yells. "Because you love me. You'll fight because after everything that we've been through, you owe me that!"

Stefan lets out a roar of anger, then slowly sinks down onto the floor. "You know what? You're right. You're right. I owe you everything," Stefan says, clenching at his hair.

"Because through all of this, you are the one thing that has kept me from giving up, from turning it all off. But I can't help what I am, Elena. The more blood that I get, the more I want, and if I get so much as near yours... You are dead," he says.

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1821, New Orleans.

"And where exactly are you two off to?" I said, as I jumped down the steps of the Abattoir and vamp-raced over to Klaus and Kol. 

"A small gathering with a group of friends," Kol replied. "I'm coming with you," I told him. Kol laughed. 

"And what makes you think you're invited, darling?" he said. "Klaus, I'm coming with you," I said, ignoring Kol and turning towards Klaus instead. Klaus smiled. "But of course," he answered, causing Kol to groan in exasperation.

"Nik, why? You know she's just going to ruin all the fun- why can't you just go and run off with Elijah like you usually do?" Kol said to me. 

"I haven't seen him all day, I don't know where he is," I said. "Last I saw him, he was going over to that witch's house," Klaus said. 

I frowned. "The witch? You don't mean Celeste Duboi?" I asked. "The very same," Klaus replied.

Kol smiled at my expression. "Feeling a little jealous, are we?" he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Worried you're going to be upstaged by mortal girl? Then again, Celeste isn't a normal human, is she?" Kol said. 

"I've been talking to the witches you know, and they believe her to be the most powerful witch to have ever been born in the French Quarter," he continued. "And quite a sight to behold, too- a lovely face, dark brown eyes, rich, curly hair- Bloody hell!" Kol gasped when I grabbed his hand and twisted it around his back. I kicked him to the ground, heaving in anger.

"It was a joke!" Kol yelped, wincing as he yanked his wrist bone back in place.

"What kind of gathering is it that you're going to?" I asked, brushing my hands off on my dress. Kol shrugged. "Well, since you're already coming, why not make it a surprise?" he said, with a mischievous smile on his face.

Our carriage took us to an expensive looking mansion uptown. Several carriages were parked outside, yet I couldn't pick up on a single sound from inside the house itself.

The grand doors opened, and my eyes fell upon the daughters of the leading politicians of New Orleans. Most of them were around eighteen years of age... I counted nine in total. They were standing placidly with a dreamy look on their faces- it didn't take a genius to figure out that they'd been compelled.

"I would have invited Marcel to come watch us rip their throats out, but..." Kol sighed disappointedly, "Niklaus deemed it too violent for him to look at just yet," he said. "Did he, now?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I knew what Kol was trying to do- he was trying to scare me away, for he still didn't want me here. But if he wanted to even come close to his goal, he would have to try a lot harder than that.

Glancing at me, Kol walked over towards one of the girls. "This sweet girl here, she's the governor's youngest daughter- the sister of Rebekah's boyfriend whom Klaus killed last year, remember him?" Kol asked. 

"I do," I replied pleasantly, recalling the memory of Rebekah screaming as Klaus threw the governor's son off the stairs.

"She's only sixteen," Kol said. "Do you think she'll last longer than the others when I tear open her neck?" he said, gathering her golden hair and brushing it off to the side. I stared Kol directly in the eye. His attempts to scare me off were still below the level of pathetic.

"I should think not, Kol, if even you had the basic intelligence equal to that of a monkey, you would be able to come to the conclusion that, as she is younger, she is weaker, and will therefore die faster," I replied coolly.

Kol stared at me, then threw the girl on the ground with an exasperated groan. "Are you seriously not going to leave?" he demanded. 

"What happened to the girl who couldn't even cry herself to sleep for weeks after she let someone burn up on that chandelier?" Kol said, jabbing his finger up towards the ceiling. I stared up, and saw the diamond chandelier hanging above me.

"My goodness, is this really that same house?" I murmured, remembering the autumn ball of 1721. A part of the mansion had obviously been rebuilt and renovated, but it really was the same house. 

"It's been a hundred years, Kol, I'm not the person I used to be," I said, turning towards him. "And if you're worried that I'm going to spoil your fun, don't be," I said, helping the governor's daughter up from the ground.

"I know how to have fun, too," I said. I felt Klaus's eye on me as black veins rippled throughout my face. I dug my fangs into the young girl as she began to scream. Kol tilted his head at me, then smiled. "I might consider giving you a chance," he said, as he grabbed the girl's wrist and began feeding on her as well.