Splash by giraffelove92
He stared at her from across the ballroom as his older brother approached her. His sharp hearing picked up on their conversation, and he listened intently.
"So, how was my mother?" Elijah asked gently. He had always held a grudging respect for the brother that looked most like him but acted so differently. He marveled at Elijah's deep voice, so calm and soft, instantly putting the pretty doppelganger at ease, slowing her frantic heartbeat. Only those close to Elijah could hear the almost undetectable hardness in his tone, a smooth predatory purr that slithered off of his tongue like silk. Elijah had always been more charming than the rest of his family; Kol himself was volatile and unpredictable, Rebekah selfish and petulant, while Niklaus had always been oversensitive and quick to anger. Finn seemed to possess a unique awkwardness that the rest of his siblings lacked. But Elijah – Elijah possessed a quiet confidence that made him quite possibly the most dangerous member of their family. What held him back, in Kol's opinion, were his obnoxious bleeding heart and his unshakable respect for humanity; they were the only things standing in his way of world domination, as Kol saw it.
So instead, Kol now occupied the coveted position of most dangerous member of the Mikaelson family. Despite Klaus's hybrid status he was afraid of his youngest brother – and rightfully so. Kol's explosive nature, combined with a penchant for violence and an overall lack of empathy for others, made being in his presence downright perilous. As much as he loved his family – and he did, in his own way – he would not hesitate to dispatch any of them if rubbed the wrong way. Therefore even his siblings were wary of him, making sure to tread carefully around him as to avoid his erratic spurts of wrathful hostility.
Kol loved it.
Kol heard the doppelganger's heart flutter and could almost smell her nervousness. He smirked, knowing Elijah had undoubtedly picked up on it too; but his brother's face remained emotionless. He had perfected an impeccably smooth façade in his thousand years on Earth. It was something Kol would never be able to emulate.
"Intense," the girl said – what was her name again? Ah, Elena – gracing Elijah with a forced smile, the corners of her lips tight.
He spaced out for a moment, staring at her lips and drifting down to the smooth expanse of her neck – and what a neck it was. His eyes glittered when he imagined what those perfect lips would look like wrapped around his cock; what her blood would taste like when he sunk his fangs into her throat.
As well as being the most vicious of his family members, Kol also had the highest sex drive. It was nearly impossible for him to look at a woman without picturing her on her back – or, as he preferred, on her hands and knees. The thought made his eyes wander down Elena's body, covered by the layers of her ball gown but no less tempting for it.
He liked a little mystery when it came to a woman's body. It made seeing it for the first time that much more satisfying.
Just as his mind had wandered to how much he'd like to strip her of her dress and plunge his cock into her tight pussy, he was jolted out of his reverie when his mother announced a toast.
Automatically bringing the flute of champagne to his lips, his eyes once again slid over to the doppelganger. He was surprised to see her staring back.
His breath hitched when her eyes flicked down to the glass in his hand before coming back up to meet his gaze. There was a desperate gleam reflected in her deep brown orbs and she frowned, giving him an imperceptible shake of the head.
Her expressive eyes conveyed the message loud and clear; she didn't have to say a word.
Don't drink the champagne.
