Strong as Thunder, Cold as Rain (A Kol Mikaelson Love Story)

SaTCaR- 2

(1 month ago in Kol’s pov)

I watched the blonde leave the bar and I swallowed another gulp of the strange drink in my hand. She was fiery; I had to give her that. There was something deep in her dark stormy eyes that seemed wrong, as if I should avoid her at all costs which made her an even more suitable pray. That’s all she was to me: pray. After living a couple hundred years I had grown used to the same everlasting repertoire. First I found a girl suitable enough to take a drink from. I would drink from her until she had no more blood to give. Then I would throw her body over my shoulder dump the poor thing in a hole and bury her. I suspected that this blonde beauty from Boston would be no different. I would wait though, because waiting made it more fun.

“Kol, fancy a game?” A familiar yet annoying voice sounded from behind me where the pool table sat. My sister Rebekah was standing staring me down with her evil blue eyes.

“Love to sister, unfortunately I have better things to do,” I took another sip of my drink not really having anything better to do but sit at the bar and think.

Rebekah snorted before turning and hitting one of the pool balls into a hole, “What? Like hitting on pathetic mortal girls?” The blonde placed her hand on her hip glaring at me as if she thought I would crack. I was a lot of things. A little unstable? Maybe. An asshole? Probably. Easy to give up? Hell no. I licked my lip turning towards my sister with a slanted grin plastered on my face.

“What, sister dearest? Would you rather I went for a vampire? Would that please you?” I asked maliciously.

Cautiously Rebekah looked me over. She knew something must’ve been off since I was never one to give up easy. After a moment she sighed, “Yes. It’s much less desperate.”

My grin grew wider and colder when she spoke the one word that meant that I was victorious. Out of all people out there I was one of the ones who knew my sister the best. She was as niave as a school girl. Sure, she was probably a better person than I would ever be and all she really wanted was for someone to love her but she was very easy to manipulate. I waited for a moment letting myself find the cruelest way to defeat her possible before articulating the words slowly, “I think I’ll start with the Gilbert girl. Her name was Elena, yeah? She’s a pretty young thing.” Winning an award winning scowl from Rebekah I smirked to myself. I loved when I had the last say during one of our fights, and the majority of the time I did. Rebekah flung a pool ball at my head causing me to chuckle and grab in from midair. “Oh don’t get your panties in a twist, sister. I won’t fuck her if it makes you feel any better.” With a raise of my eyebrow I headed out of the bar in search of something mildly fun to do.