Why haven't you killed me yet? (Kol Mikaelson)

Chapter 3

Before anyone inevitably questioned what I meant, I stated that "Let me guess, before you 'followed' me, you tried to do some research on me, tried to get a sense of who I was?" By the looks on everyone's faces I was correct. "I'm not 21 actually", Cami was the first to ask my age, which I answered truthfully saying that I was 16. Gasps rang through the compound.

"Quite a bit mature for your age, don't ya think?" Kol smirked, looking me in the eye. His whole cocky persona irritated me more than it should, the way he stood and looked at you like he could have you wrapped around his finger gave me the impulse to slap him. Slap the smirk off his face. Hard! "You see, all wise-one, people... put in certain situations can learn to adapt. It's called survival instinct." My withering glare accompanying this statement, in my mind, made Kol drop dead. Ok that was evil. But he's somehow managed to say two sentences, and I don't like him. I don't know him, but I don't like him. His face suddenly seemed to change, gone from snarky to... I'd like to say that I could read his expression. Cami broke my contact with Kol by saying "And are you one of these, people that have been pushed that far? What happened?" She queried. Panic slowly started to seep into by bones, like the cold. You feel a slight chill before it takes over your body. My eyes started to dart around the room, avoiding the prying eyes. Memories, they were the worst, because whenever you think that you can talk about a situation, they kick you to the curb. Proving that you are just everything that he said you were.

Clearing my voice, I rose and stated "l think I should be going". I pushed the fear that they wouldn't let me leave down, not letting it show. Different scenes played out, in the few seconds it took to stand, about how this could go from them eating me to laughing to locking me up. However I pushed this away, and exited without looking up. As I walked down the stairs, I heard footsteps behind me. "Ev, trust me. They won't hurt you. Klaus seems to like you, which is a bloody miracle and Kol... Well he won't let anything happen to you." Turning around confused at this, I raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" I asked baffled, I had just met the guy, had Cami lost he plot? "Nothing, it's just that he seems taken with you that's all". I replied with an exhausted smile, that had crept on my face, "you really are something Camille O'connell". With that I turned, left the compound. With one destination in mind. My bed.

I laid flat on my back, in my pyjamas, staring through my window door, above my balcony the stars began to appear. However, as my physical self was set firmly in place, staring out at New Orleans, mentally I was back home. England, a town near Manchester. Where it all took place. The worst years of my life, occurred in an average size house from the ages 6-13, starting when my beloved mother died. Cancer had robbed her from us. My loving, child-like father was no more. Something about my mothers death changed him, loosing his true love really unravelled him. All he cared about in the first few weeks was alcohol, that developed into drugs as well, then to sex. To this day I remember the first time he hit me... It came about in them first few weeks, back from school I headed straight to my grandmothers (mother's mother) to be distracted from the horror of loosing a mother. To head home with a smile on my face, this angered Christopher as he thought I shouldn't be smiling, I shouldn't be happy, I shouldn't ever feel after my mothers death. The stench of beer, consumed me as he confronted me about 'the smile'. The more he shouted, the more it seemed to provoke him. I remember the first punch and the night that followed it because of the absolute fear that raked my body, waiting for something to happen, for him to come back.

I woke around 3 the morning, not remembering when exactly I fell asleep, I got up to grab a glass of water. Wanting some fresh air without dying by the apparent hands of the supernatural , I grabbed 'The Fountainhead' by Ayn Rand and headed to my comfy armchair on the balcony placing the book down, and went and stood by the balcony wall and watched liquored people try to make their way home. Until something caught my eye. A familiar face, came from the lit room across the street, in the compound. Kol. His annoyingly handsome face was clear, as he... He was stripping. Squeaking, I spun around startled. However this high pitched squeak seemed to capture his sensitive hearing as he came out onto his balcony. With only his sweatpants on. Giving me a clear view of his sculptured torso. Blushing I focuses my eyes on to the floor, praying that I didn't come across as a weird stalker- like child. Which made me frustrated with myself as to why I cared about his opinion of me, I never cared what people think of me. I learnt that the hard way.

Expecting to see his bothersome grin when I looked up, I didn't. Surprisingly. I actually came across a frown? This threw me. What sort of frown was that? Was it a 'why are you looking through my window at me changing' frown? Or a 'you look awful' frown? Or a 'you actually look repulsive why am I looking at you' frown? "Evangeline Harper, what are you doing up so late?" Ok. I wasn't expecting it to be a 'you are weird' frown. I replied "Kol Mikaelson, what are you doing up so early? Wait... Kol is your full name right?" He started to crack up and answered that it was his full name. And then added "but that isn't an answer to my question", his smile faded away to that same frown again. Which made me question the frowns intentions, so it wasn't a 'you are weird' frown, what was with this frown?! (Sorry really bad grammar there). I looked at him completely puzzled, until I broke the short silence with another question "what is with the frown?" He raised an eyebrow with a what. "Well, that frown, what does it mean?" He stated to chuckle at me, shaking his head and replied "It's a curious..." I sharply and slightly rudely I interrupted him "no it's not! You curiously frowned at me when you asked me why I was different before at he compound, but this is a different frown".
"Eve, just answer the question".

This made me stop, there is only one person who calls me Eve, well used to call me Eve. And that was my mother. "I just woke up, that's all" I replied softly, dragging my gaze from the New Orleans street, back up to Kol. By the way he still had that same frown. However, this sharp slap to the face from the memory of my mother made me forget about his frown, made me forget about his questions, made me forget about the fact I was still in front of him. As one, lone tear trickled down my cheek, there was a small gush of wind and an original tucked my thick, long blonde locks behind my ear and gently wiped away my teardrop.