The Wildest Mikaelson...
The Happy Homicidal Maniac...
The Willy Fox...
The Worst of the Worst...
All names used to describe the youngest Mikaelson brother. Throughout his long life, Kol fancied himself the black sheep of the family, believing that...
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Mystic Falls, Virginia, 18 January 2011
"Maybe you should hide in the trunk," Anastasia suggested as she drove the car past the 'Welcome to Mystic Falls' sign. When Kol gave her an unimpressed glare, she added, "Just to make sure no one who is supposed to think you are daggered sees you."
"I'm not hiding in the trunk," Kol scoffed at the mere thought of it. "I won't even fit in there."
"Wanna bet?" Anastasia asked, finding the thought of locking Kol in the car trunk pretty amusing. Sure, he'd be able to break out without a problem, but it would still be fun to see.
"No," Kol said, lowering his seat down so that he was practically lying down. He placed his hands behind his head and his feet up on the dashboard. His face was now completely hidden from everyone that looked into the car, though one could see his expensive shoes if they looked closely. "Happy now?"
"I have a sudden urge to test if the brakes work," Anastasia said truthfully. "But I have a feeling that it will only cause permanent damage to the interior of my car – so I won't."
"Good," Kol said, his brown eyes focused on her as they drove towards the mansion. Anastasia struggled to keep her attention on the road under his intense gaze. For a moment, the only thing heard inside the car, except for the engine, was the sound of Kiss's 'I Was Made for Lovin' You Baby'.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Anastasia broke the silence, fingers tapping against the steering wheel.
"I was just thinking about how little I have missed my siblings these past days," Kol said, a smirk spreading across his lips as he continued. "I like having you to myself."
"It's not like I won't be able to spend time with you now," Anastasia reasoned. "I don't exactly spend a lot of time with Bekah and Lijah – and I am pretty sure Nik's still not talking to me."
During her days in New Orleans, she'd not received a single text from the Original Hybrid. It was officially the longest period of time since the invention of the bloody phone that she'd gone without talking to Klaus, and she hated it. Not only had he been her family for nearly a century, he was her absolute best friend. A best friend she now feared she'd lost forever.
Covering up her sadness – since she didn't want Kol to feel any guilt for being a contributing factor to this rift between her and his brother – Anastasia jokingly added, "The only thing you'll have to refrain from doing is expressing your wish to get me into bed once every five minutes."
"I have a lot of wasted time to catch up on," Kol grinned, hand sneaking up to rest on her thigh as she drove. "And you are just so irresistible, Anya-"
Anastasia laughed and slapped his hand away, "What have I said about distracting me when I am driving? Now sit still and keep your hands to yourself – we are almost – home."
