Wild Child - A Kol Mikaelson Story

Chapter 29

Another couple weeks has passed sense Kol and I rekindled our intimacy, and it turned out to be the only thing my vampire self would be more obessed with than blood.
I craved Kol. I craved his touch more than I craved blood.
With my heightened senses, I wanted him more than anything. It was like a new obsession I couldn't let go of, because the second Kol quit touching me, the bad thoughts started happening.

I'd imagine draining the blood of everyone I knew. I'd picture hurting my mom, or Nancy, or Bonnie. People I didn't want to hurt, but I knew I had very little control.
What I wanted to do was hurt Jeremy and Elena. Because of the Gilbert duo, I was stuck in an undead body that wanted to tear people apart. If they hadn't had the incredibly idiotic idea to murder my boyfriend, I wouldn't have died.. and to make matters worse, neither had offered as much as an apology to me.
While I stewed more on my anger, I realized I also wanted Jeremy's stupid witch girlfriend dead. Taylor. I remember her saying it was payback for what Kol did to her family.
I didn't give a fuck what happened to her family - I didn't deserve to die over it.
While I realized my anger was a bit misplaced, they never intended to kill me. They did plot to murder Kol and for that I'd never forgive them.

Kol had appeared to have given up on his quest to prevent them from finding the cure. He never left my side for more than a few minuets. Hell could have been unleashed on Earth for all he cared, but he wouldn't know unless it entered our little home. I had tried asking him about it, but even the mention sent him into a rage.
"They can deal with Silas if they raise him. I hope he kills them all!", Kol would spit at the mention of the cure. Although I knew he didn't mean it. He truly believed hell on Earth would come true, and he'd never want anything to happen to Rebekah. But he was too focused on me to stop them.

I, myself, had begged Rebekah to give up her quest for the cure. Only to find out she already had, but I had a feeling that with Kol backed off, she'd start up again.
Elijah had privately told me that he was plotting to give the cure to Kol originally, but now that I had turned he didn't see much point. He wanted Kol human, so I could stay human and Octavia's fears couldn't come true.
Now that I was five foot, four bloodthirsty ripper, it didn't matter.
I was already what he feared, but even he commented I was somewhat handling being a vampire better than he pictured.

There were still worries lingering in my mind. Would those morons come for Kol again?
They tried to kill him because his sireline was so large. Kol had turned the most humans into vampires and it would be a gaurentee that Jeremy's tattoo would finish.
But there is no way they would try again.. right?
Especially knowing that killing Kol would for sure kill me. I was directly linked to him.

"Get dressed love. Your sister, Klaus, and I are taking you out", Kol said breaking me out of my thoughts.
I hadn't left my apartment in a while. Too much temptation in the outside word.

I tilted my head and gave him a look. "That's an uh, interesting group choice", I said with a hint of worry.

Kol and Klaus barely got along. They really only did to keep the peace.
My sister merely tolerated Kol for my benefit, but I wouldn't say she was a fan.
Klaus fancied Caroline, but she hadn't returned the affections. Well she did.. but she didn't know it yet.
So the overall pairing seemed odd to me.

"Your sister's idea. She wants you to start readjusting to the real world. I guess she owed Klaus a date, so he's coming too.", Kol chimed. He had a small smile on his face. Amused that his older brother had to bargain Caroline into going out with him.

I raised an eyebrow. "It sounds more like an excuse to have three babysitter's on me".

Kol sighed, "Darling, don't take this the wrong way, but I barely contain myself well. I hate to admit it, but your bloodlust makes mine worse also. Let's say Caroline is there for you, and Klaus is there for me".
I nodded in understanding. I knew it was killing Kol to have to ask his family for help. To admit he was weak.