angels and demons | kol mikaelson

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Another morning meant another day of misery.

At least that's what went through Angel Knight's mind as the sunlight crept upon her bed, waking her from her horror filled dreams from the night before. She lay in bed, motionless like a doll as she squeezed her eyes shut from the light, hoping once again she could succumb to her dreary thoughts.

When that didn't work, she curled her legs into a ball and wrapped her arms around them, knowing it would be another long day of grieving. A knock on the door signaled her breakfast had arrived, but she didn't budge an inch from her spot. She knew her father stood at the other side of the door, and would only leave when he couldn't hear a single sound of movement from beyond the door except for her slowed heartbeat. Even then, he would stay for an hour before setting the food down at the door and leaving her to her own thoughts once again.

Angel didn't know exactly how long she waited, but when her stomach growled to tell her she needed food, she finally forced her sleepy limbs to move. As she sat up in her bed, she pushed back her knotted hair to reveal her puffy cheeks and sags beneath her eyes.

Her footsteps caused the wood boards beneath her to creak, barely a squeak really, but she knew the other vampires in the house perked at the sound. She opened the door open a crack, her eyes finding the delicious breakfast, now cold and soggy at her feet.

Just as she opened the door to grab the food, Kol walked by, perfectly timed as he always was as he wiped at the blood splattering his face. He sent her a smirk, met only by her glare as she snatched the food and slammed her door shut before the pompous jerk could irritate her any further. She tried to shake the thoughts of whatever poor villager Kol had killed that day and focused as her stomached rumbled once again, and she turned her attention to simply eating her breakfast.

Angel poked at the food with a fork, finding the food slightly unappetizing as she watched the raspberries drip a deep red onto the plate. She pushed the plate away, feeling suddenly nauseous as flashbacks of blood filled her thoughts. No matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't go away.

It's what she deserved, Angel supposed, for killing one's own husband on their wedding night. A curse she would have to live with until the end of her days, being haunted by the man she once loved and then killed.

A sigh escaped Angel's lips as her stomach reminded her once again of her growing hunger. If she wanted other food, she would have to leave her room. 

Taking a shaky stand onto her feet, Angel crept towards the door that had only been opened for food the best few weeks. She paused as her hand collapsed around the door handle, her whole body quivering as she twisted it open to reveal the empty hallway behind. She peaked out, almost as if expecting Klaus to run over in worry or Kol to walk by in mockery. Neither option was appealing to Angel.

She stepped out into the hallway, taking care to shut the door as quietly behind her as she could. All she wanted was to slip into the kitchen to grab something and run back to the comfort of her bed.

The house seemed eerily quiet as Angel snuck through the hallways, almost as if it too were mourning something. Shaking the thought of her head, Angel was relieved when she reached the back kitchen door, taking care to slip into the kitchen without alerting the rest of the house. Klaus must have sent the compelled help away for the time being, and Angel was grateful for it as she sorted through the food for something to eat.

When she turned around, the bread in her hands dropped to the ground as she was met with the almost grateful look on her father's face as his eyes teared up. He stepped forward, prompting Angel to back up, a hurt look flashing across his face.

Then with his ever impeccable timing, Kol walked through with that stupid smirk on his face, caught by surprise only momentary before it returned again. 

"I was going to ask who we were having for breakfast, but I suppose this answers my question," Kol seemed amused by his joke for only a moment before an enraged Klaus snapped his neck.

Stars danced across Angel's vision at the sight, her stomach flipping as she felt the ground beneath her disappear as the world faded into darkness.

All because Kol Mikaelson couldn't keep his goddamn mouth shut.

A/N: thanks for reading! i've been getting some inspo lately to come back and finish this story from making edits particularly for Angles and Demons on tik tok (i'm literally obsessed haha). it'd mean a lot if you could check it out and give it a like and comment - my username on tik tok is @ thealexgriffin.