Prank Night Fall Out

36. Down the Line

Pairing: Carol/Tyler (F/m) yardstick/hair brush

Kol and Stefan's Room

For a moment, Kol thought Stefan was sleeping, then the younger vampire rolled over and spoke.

"Hey man, where the hell were you?" Stefan grinned.

"Right now? Oh, Finn was blistering me arse with a wooden spoon! Oh, you mean at the school?" Kol smiled back as he started to undress for bed.

"Yeah, when we left your asses. Tyler got into a fight. Oh, but only after he spiked the punch with rum or something. Three other fights broke out. One cat fight," Stefan explained. "I felt like I was back in the Roaring 20s again."

"Cat? I don't follow," Kol said taking off his jeans and looking back at his sore rear in the mirror.

"A girl fight, man. They were really going at it, too," Stefan added. "Damn, Kol, he really got you good. You got it for being late again?"

"Aye, missing curfew." Kol noticed reddish oval marks where the spoon had descended on the same spot, "It's like a bloody bull's eye. He kept hitting the spot spot like over and over..."

"I didn't think your brother, Finn, was that hands-on. He doesn't threaten to lick us everyday like the other two," Stefan joked. "Or several times a day. And then carry out those threats."

"Aye, well, I guess he joined the bloody club. Anyway, Estel and I were....necking. Not to kiss and tell, but we kind of lost track of time. I never thought I would feel so deeply for a wolf," Kol admitted. He pulled up his sleep pants and felt a little foolish for acting like a lovesick teen.

"Why not? I mean, what's the difference?" Stefan wondered. "I don't think I would care what Elena was. She's Elena."

Kol slipped into his twin bed and turned out the light. "Yes, that's true. But I've always been friends with witches, you know. I was always trying to have them make dark objects for me so I could practice magic, without practicing magic directly...and I'd just fall for them. I never even really got into vampire girls. Too moody for me. Wolves are so rare, my father hunted down all the packs he could and murdered them...Hey, have you noticed anyone watching us, or the house lately...or sensed a presence?"

"Sensed? Ah no, but remember with the animal blood, it weakens my vampire senses so....maybe ask the others. Why?" Stefan asked.

"I just thought I saw something, but maybe it is in my head. My arse still aches. Dammit, I think Finn swings harder than Elijah, we screwed," Kol complained. He rubbed his behind lightly and groaned.

"Yeah, that's the last thing we need around here is another disciplinarian," Stefan agreed. "Goodnight."

"Night," Kol said as he wondered how Estel fared with his other brother. He hoped she got it easier than he did.

"Wait, Kol?" Stefan said, leaning up on an elbow.

"Yeah, mate?" Kol replied.

"I heard you were having trouble with history, WWII. You know, I served in the war overseas. If you ever need help, just ask me anything, man," Stefan added.

"I didn't know that. Thanks. I can't get my bloody license until I bring up my grades. Stefan...one more thing, Estel seemed really impressed with your car," Kol commented. "The red one...I don't know much about modern motor vehicles."

"My car? It's a 1963 Porsche 356B Karmann Coupe," Stefan said proudly. "I rebuilt the engine myself. We'll take it for a drive tomorrow. Ladies love it."

"That would be," Kol started...searching for a modern word, "cool."

Saturday Morning