NON HUMAN - Kol Mikaelson

Chapter 2 - Stuck

Previously...

Father poured blood into my mouth, and as it went down, I saw from the corner of my eye that all my siblings were suffering from the same fate.

Kol's Perspective

I felt nothing. Heard nothing. Saw nothing – that was a lie. It was black. Pitch black. And in this never-ending dark room, I felt myself stuck. I was trapped in a chair with chains locking me up. 'How do I move?' I thought.

No response.

Suddenly, I felt a bright light shining on me. 'Where is the light coming from?' I thought. It was strange after all, there was no light where I was.

"MOVE YOUR LIMBS!"

Startled by the mysterious voice, my body shuddered in response. And at that moment, the chains broke and a door appeared. 'How strange.' Opening the door, I was transported to the bonfire place.

Something was off. I didn't know what, but something was definitely weird. Looking at my hands, my eyesight immediately zoomed into my skin until I could see the scales of my skin. Looking at the horizons, my eyes immediately zoomed in and I could see the outline of the markings I made on the trees. "Woah."

Quickly, I opened my hands and enchanted a spell. "Avis." Nothing appeared. 'That's strange.' I tried again. "Incendio." Nothing appeared. 'This can't be!' I exclaimed, fearful of what may have happened. Searching around for mother and father, I spotted them.

"How dare you!" I shouted, angered by their acts.

"Speak to your mother with respect!" my father ordered.

"It was to protect you," mother quavered.

"Protect? Protect! You ruined me! Look at me! I can't enchant spells! I can't even conjure a fire. Nor a – And you!" I pointed at my father, "You killed me! How dare you–"

Seeing my anger escalating, Elijah stepped in. Guiding me back, Elijah interjected, "Woah, woah, settle down, brother," his voice calm but firm. He stood between me and father, obscuring my view.

"It was for your own good, boy!" father stated.

"What good is it to live father," moving my head to see my father, "if the only thing I am good, I can't do?" What good is it to LIVE with enhanced powers if I can't create? TELL ME FATHER, WHAT GOOD IS IT?" I stated, enraged from the fact that I may never use magic again. That the one thing I was gifted in, was ripped away from me.

"Relax Kol," Elijah voiced calmly.

Backing away, I turned my back against Elijah and left.

"Where are you going? Get back here!" Mikael ordered, angered by behaviour.

"No!" I yelled. "I'm leaving!"

"And where are you going!" father demanded.

"Anywhere but here!" I replied, bitterly, leaving the scene.

'If I can't practice magic,' I thought, 'let's see what I can do.'

***

Since waking up, my hunger has grown insatiable. Driven by hunger, I roamed the streets to find mortals. The taste of their blood on my tongue felt strange. Yet, it thrilled me at the same time. The scent of mere mortals was sweet like lollies. But, better. The sound of their rhythmic heartbeats rapidly beating as they were held against their own will and used was beautiful. The way their eyes widened in fear as they realised their inevitable fate–to die and to be consumed with my own hands, intoxicated me. It was as addicting as the way I once controlled magic. Except now, I could control people's fates with my own hands.

Blood dripped from my mouth as I sank my teeth onto a body and ripped it away as it fell limp and out of blood, dropping the body without a care. Licking my lips, I grabbed another being and bit their neck. "I have been reborn," I uttered with deliberate slowness, as I relished in the surge of euphoria I felt from drinking blood. 'So good,' I thought, dropping the bodies, revealing a long line of bodies trailing behind. 

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Author's note

This chapter is a lot shorter than the first chapter but, I hope you guys enjoyed it! I will try to update my book more often. If you like it, please comment. :)