Wild Child - A Kol Mikaelson Story

Chapter 28

It had been about a month sense I had turned into a vampire, and it was not going great.
Trying to go back to my human routines had been hell. I tried to work in the bakery, but I constantly found myself thinking about the pulse in Nancy's neck. Every time I heard her heartbeat, my eyes would darken and the veins appeared. It was dangerous for her to keep me as an employee, so Kol compelled her to give me a leave of absence while I tried to get my shit together. So far, I hadn't really improved.

"Darling, you're going through too many blood bags a day. It's best to try and slow down", my boyfriend's sweet voice broke through my thoughts.

He was right, I had already been through seven blood bags, but I was so hungry all the time.
Kol had tried to teach me the drink and swipe method, but I was never able to stop before killing the human. At this point I had already taken four lives, and only one I actually wanted too.
Due to my lack of self control, the Mikaelson's put me on a strict blood bag diet. My sister Caroline was pushing me towards Stefan's animal blood diet, but I couldn't think of anything that sounded worse.
I found myself on edge at all times. Always hungry. Always anxious.
I could barely focus on anything besides blood.
The only person who could ever even break my obsession was Kol.

I wouldn't say I was necessarily sired to Kol, but I did listen to him for the most part. He was very good at bringing me back to my own head. He kept my humanity on every time I killed someone, and it was difficult.
I felt guilty for every kill, and my urges all screamed for me to flip the switch, but I didn't want too.
If I turned it off, I wouldn't love Kol anymore.
I wanted to love him, and he needed me to love him.

Kol blamed himself for me turning. His obsession with preventing Silas from rising led him to the trap set by the Gilbert's.
While he wanted me to turn, to spend an eternity with him. He'd rather I'd have chosen the time.
He wanted it to be a special moment for us, but every hope he had was taken when Jeremy Gilbert dug a stake through my flesh.
My dreams of having kids, growing old, and living an average life were dead.
I had already accepted that being with Kol meant eventually becoming a vampire, but I wasn't ready to let go of every plan I had set forward. Now, in an instant, everything was decided for me.
Yes, I was going to get to live an eternity with the love of my life, but at what cost?
Every feeling or thought I had was consumed by complete and utter bloodlust. I found myself constantly lost in it, not even appreciating the immortality that was forced upon me.

"When do I quit being so hungry?", I asked Kol with pleading eyes. I asked every day, and he always responded the same.

"The urge never goes away love, you just learn to adapt".

I crumbled the blood bag in my hand before throwing it across the room in a fit of rage.

That's another thing, I was now full of anger and my mood swings were drastic.
As a human I was moody, as a vampire I should have been sedated.

The tears stung my eyes as I looked at the blood spatter across my apartment wall.

Great. Another fucking thing to clean up.

Kol wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my back into his chest.
He was trying so hard to keep a solid foundation for me, but Kol was never really well controlled as a vampire and having me was making his impulsivity even worse. He too, had found himself killing a lot more. He had lost his desire to care for human life now that his girlfriend wasn't human.

"I'm sorry I am taking so long to adjust.", I whispered softly, and I meant it.

"It took me centuries Alex", he mumbled into my ear. "I know you'll get it mastered before I did", he joked.