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winter , four
It took three painful days of awkward silence, aching limbs and little sleep to reach North Carolina. Three days of Kai trying to weasel information out of the man guiding him. Kai learned nothing other than Mikhail would only speak more then a sentence if his questions were about Nora, and when he did they were with a familial fondness that made Kai twitch with jealous, and that Mikhail was a creature of habit.
His chores, his pattern, was ritualistic. It could be altered, and has been for Kai's benefit, which he can see in the way the man hesitates in his routine to glance at Kai before moving a different direction, but its mostly set in stone. It seemed to ease him.
They reached a town house near the boarder by sunset, Mikh already rummaging the cupboards and getting started on dinner. Kai took this opportunity to browse the wall of books, most of which looked brand new, and barked out as laugh as he spied the blue spine embroidered with gold.
He stood on the tips of his toes, stretching as long as he could but his fingers only brushed the base of the spine. He settled back down with a huff. Stupid Victorian homes placing their rare editions of pride and prejudice on a shelf too high, he thought.
It was only a few inches out of reach, quite large for a wall to wall bookshelf considering he himself stood at 6'ft. There's a brush of something against his back, he moves and Mikh is suddenly besides him, the man reaching up himself, just grasping the bottom of the book and pulling it out of its space for him.
Mikh handed him the book, looking disgruntled as always with the siphoner. He noticed how Mikhail is only an inch or so taller and instinctively tried to puff out his chest and appear taller himself.
"Please try not to die and ruin this carpet, it'd be a waste of a meal for me." Mikh said before vanishing back to the kitchen in seconds.
Kai scoffed, loud and clear so Mikh would hear before returning to his beloved collectors copy. He flopped down on the lounge chair, absently flipping through the pages, his eyes skimming over the words as the gears in his head turned and churned out ideas of the carnage he could deal out on Damon and Josette and the handful of coven he had left. Bonnie was a grey area to Kai, so he paid it no thought as he flipped through the book again.
He wondered what his father would think once the deal would be done with. He was an abomination before, god only knows what he'd have to say if he knew his son was one of the undead. Or perhaps he'd accept it — it was something he wished upon Kai daily. Death, that was.
Kai sniffed the air and groaned, the smell of beef wafting through. Tonight would be stew again.
† † †
They would be staying for the night not two like Mikhail had originally promised. He had caused a fuss about it originally but had understood the mans concerns - the devious and cunning little group obsessed with Elena Gilbert that held the vampires leader hostage.
