The devil burns hot

D A R L I N G

"I'm sorry" Kol shook his head entering Juliet's room, Juliet struggling to conceal the fact she was awake. He wanted to rip his heart out, he'd never intended for her to get hurt. Juliet continued to ignore him, pain shooting through her bandaged arm. "My little dove...please" he could hear the change in her heartbeat and knew she was awake;Juliet held her breath, desperate to avoid conversation. Kol moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting her shirt slightly to run his fingers up her back. "I know your awake..." He whispered brushing her skin reassuringly.
"That's cheating..." Juliet groans finally giving in, sitting up and gazing into his big brown eyes. "I never meant to let you get hurt..." Juliet whimpered as he brushed her wounded arm, and instant look of worry flooded his face. "It's okay it was my fault" Kol immediately took a bite from his wrist and raised it to Juliet's mouth, healing her with his blood. Her arm now healed he pulled her in close, Juliet resting her head in the crook of his neck. It was moments like this that made all the pain and heartbreak worth it, being in each other presence completely in infatuated with each other. "My little dove...I will die before I let anybody hurt you again" he placed a kiss on Juliet's forehead. She was still exhausted, the metallic taste of Kols blood still on her lips. Her eyes fell shut and she drifted into a deep sleep; her body still in his arms. When he was with her the kol everyone saw was merely a facade, the cocky psychotic monster with a blood lust that could never be quite be satisfied. The happy homicidal maniac. The lunatic. Not to her, never to her.