✔ The Way We Burn || Kol Mikaelson (Complete)

Chapter 63

Warning: Same as the previous chapter.

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Screams, cries, and grunts sounded through the house as Kol stabbed and cut the two brothers, cackling every time the younger one glared at him. Unlike Damon, Kol didn't plan to kill Stefan but it didn't mean he relished the idea of making the boy his new enemy. Compulsion was the obvious way to make sure it didn't happen. However, unlike the foolish doppelganger who thought of her home as a safe haven in a town filled with vampires, Stefan's blood stank of vervain. Which explained how weak he was.

Or at least Kol hoped for the boy's sake.

As blood ran down his body and pooled at his feet, Stefan avoided looking at Elena who kept trying to crawl up to them only to be stopped by Nora's foot. Damon, on the other hand, seemed to have accepted his fate, and his eyes remained locked on the teenage girl no matter what Kol did to him. It was as if he was trying to express with his eyes what his voice could no longer do. Kol was almost impressed by the man.

"This is what happens when you play heroes," Nora pointed out in a casual tone from the armchair in the middle of the room, her feet propped on the back of the girl lying on the floor. The room was a mess of charred, broken furniture and blood. Only the chair where she sat languidly was undamaged and Kol had half the mind to -take it back with them. It looked so comfortable. Sadly, it was also very much impossible to do so. "You think of yourself as some sort of invincible paragon of virtue. And then you die when you go against someone stronger than you... Of all the things you could have done, you just had to hurt Finn, the one who has never done anything against you. Don't you have any shame?"

Damon spat out a gob of blood as an answer.

"Such poor manners," Kol tsked before breaking the vampire's right arm. In less than a second, the bone was jutting out. To Damon's credit, he only grunted, his face barely contorted by pain. Breathing deeply, his gaze remained on Elena.

The few things Kol had heard about Damon Salvatore were far from positive but even he had to admit the man's feelings for the doppelganger were true. Even now, the look in Damon's blue eyes remained soft and tender, almost reassuring as he stared at the foolish girl. It was as if he wanted to commit Elena's face to his memory, memorizing every little detail he knew about her.

How... touching.

"Damon," Elena sobbed. She had finally made her choice, but too late. "I love you. Please, don't die."

"Not like he has a choice, darling," Kol mocked with a smirk.

"Let me take his place. Please, don't hurt him," she kept sobbing, forgetting all about Stefan - who didn't look good. Whether the ugly expression on his face resulted from the blood loss or from the doppelganger's words was anyone's guess.

"No!" Damon croaked and begged the girl," Stop it, Elena. It's alright. You'll be fine and happy. Promise me, Elena. Please, promise me you'll forget me and just be happy."

Elena cried and shook her head. She tried to get up on her knees but the pressure on her back stopped her. "I can't. I won't. I love you, Damon. Only you. Forever."

"El-"

In a fast movement of his hand, Kol tore off Damon's head, his last words forever lost. As he dropped it, the bloody head fell and hit the floor with a thud before it rolled a few steps away. "I don't like goodbyes. They're so overrated."

Stefan's face fell and he hung his head low, refusing to look at his brother's body. Elena, however, went mad and her shrill shriek rang out in the room, all but stabbing Kol's eardrums.