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

Chapter 5

I'd been in Florida for a week. My grandma had recovered nicely, and her excuse for being in America in the first place was she wanted to have the last trip. Highly depressing, however it was typical Grandma. Spending the week with her, after not seeing her for so long warmed my heart, making leaving that much harder! I didn't want to leave her in this fragile state, even though she denied profusely that she at any stretch of the imagination was weak. She was being flown back to London Hospital, for a check up, then she is free to go home, as long as she does no strenuous exercise, however this is the woman that was out riding (at the age of 60) broke her leg managed to ride home and not go to the hospital for a day because she was perfectly "fine". It took every ounce of will power not to go jump on the flight with her, and go back to England. However, that would not only put me in danger, it would put her in it even more than she already is, stubborn woman.

"Be careful darling, I really don't want you getting hurt again." My grandma gazed up at me with her worried expression. After arguing that it was her that should be careful and take care of herself, we both agreed that we would. I also demanded that she rang me as soon as she landed in England, she begrudgingly accepted after hesitating that I would be driving however I agreed to pull over. With our heartfelt goodbyes, and our use of the ironic "see you later" every time we say goodbye, she was whisked away and put on a comfy plane. I took a deep breath and put my bag in the car, sat down in the drivers seat, I let out a huge sigh with tears glistening however non spilled.

Having ignored my phone all week as to soak up the limited time I had with my Grandma, I reached into my bag and looked at the multiple missed calls and an excessive amount of texts I've had from Cami. Not mentally prepared for my inevitable return to New Orleans I decided to grab my lunch. Grabbing a cheeseburger and chips, with loads of junk food snacks such as chocolate, ice cream, cookies, cookie-dough, and marshmallows etc... I sat on the hood of my car, looking over a cliff at the city, as I ploughed my way through my food, questioning how I wasn't 3000 stone and unable to move. I had never been confident about my body, size, completion and just being me really. After being treated the way my 'father' treated me I think that insecurities were almost inevitable. I tried to do some exercise however it never lasted or ended well, I also picked up makeup over the years and has now become a necessity, and I never leave the house without makeup on. I had never had much luck on the boys front either, however I was sixteen, still young I have time. It worried me that I wouldn't ever be able to find someone who liked me. However, worrying about relationships was to teenage girly for me.

At 13:00 I was on the road. At 20:35 I pulled over, as my grandma was ringing telling me that she had landed safely and was in the hospital already and staying the night then going home in the morning. After speaking for 20 minutes, I set back on the road for another 3-4 hours. Dread had started to build up in my stomachs, I know I should have called Cami back or at least texted her however her deep connections to the vampires of New Orleans didn't appeal to me when I was on an escape week from it all. Whenever I thought about home, there was one person that popped up in my mind, that had infected my mind consuming it as soon as they were thought of. Kol Mikaelson. He intrigued me as much as he scared me. His unreadable expressions, his peculiar actions and his odd untraceable thought process. I knew from first glance that he was dark, dangerous and the epitome of the bad boy stereotype. Yet this still didn't make me turn away and stop thinking about him, this made him seep further into my mind, slowly taking over my thoughts. His behaviour, his interests, even his family I wanted to know and understand yet I knew I shouldn't. And I know that he wouldn't be feeling the same way. Why would he a 1000 year old vampire, want to spill his deepest darkest secrets and himself to an infant (compared to him I'm basically an foetus). He wouldn't like a plain Jane like me! It was a tale as old as time.