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Crazy With Kol » 5

Walking into the Mikaelsons house, Harley instantly started laughing. Elijah was holding Kol by his neck, and Klaus was smashed into a table with a broken neck.

"Woah, looks like someone made ya' angry!" she exclaimed in between giggles. She grabbed her phone and took a picture before they moved.

The two brothers looked at her like she was an idiot. Most people would be freaking out, but here she was, laughing.

"Oh, the beautiful art of this picture!" she whispered. Of course they could hear her, and Elijah managed to crack a small smile.

"I'm heading out to give invitations. Kol, why don't you take Harley somewhere." Elijah suggested. He knew Kol has some sort of feelings for her, he just didn't know if they were romantic or not.

Harley hummed and an evil look appeared in her eyes, "I know what we can do."

Kol looked at her slightly worried, but shrugged it off and followed her to the car.

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"Your crazy!" Kol exclaimed as he looked at the picture in front of him.

Harley had drove them out of town, at first he thought they would be shopping or something, but instead she took him to an abandoned warehouse.

He was hesitant, but went inside. That brings us to now.

Chains hang from the ceiling, bottles of poison are lined on the walls, weapons are everywhere, and there are cages with people inside.

He could smell blood everywhere.

Harley skipped to one of the cages and dragged a 20 year old woman out. She ignored Kol's looks, and chained her to the ceiling. She slapped the woman in the face and waited for her to wake up.

"What is this place?" Kol finally asked.

Harley grinned at him. "This is one of my torture places."
The woman groaned, making the words on Kol's tongue die out. She whimpered pitifully and raised her head.

"W-who are you?" she whispered.

Harley smirked, "My names Harley! What's yours sugar?" she started grabbing a poison and a few knives, and sat them on the table next to the woman.

"Sara." she murmured. Kol quietly watched, he was getting kind of bored, but then he smelled fresh blood and heard a scream

He stared in shock. Harley had drove a knife through Sara's shoulder, it had gone all the way through. Suddenly she twisted it, and the woman screamed again.

Kol was losing control, Harley knew this. His eyes had darkened. She raised an eyebrow at him, "Wanna help?"

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Harley and Kol were both covered in blood when they entered the mansion. They both grinned at the people inside. It looked as if they were calling another truce.

Elena gasped, she couldn't believe her eyes, even Jeremy was shocked at her appearance. "What happened?" he asked.

Harley shrugged, "I took him ta' my torture warehouse."
She was still smiling from the screams, it was like she was in a haze, drunk off of killing and causing pain.

Kol couldn't help but smirk at his family. "That was the most fun I've had in a while."

"Who'd you kill?" Klaus asked. This made Harley laugh.
"He didn't kill anyone. I did." she said as she raised her hand.

Bonnie looked at the sight disgusted. She couldn't believe that this was how Harley had turned out. She was smiling in blood. This is what made her happy.

Elena ran out of the room feeling guilty, what had she done? She made a monster. But soon the feeling disappeared and she started walking home.

Stefan sighed annoyed. "Where's the body?" he asked.
Kol laughed as Harley plopped into the couch, still bloodied. He followed, wrapping an arm around her.

"Buried." he answered. Harley smirked, "I've done this many times before, don't cha worry. Sara left a note to her family sayin' she got in trouble with the Joker."

Everyone looked at her confused. "Who's the Joker?" Klaus asked. She just shrugged her shoulders and stood up and stretched, not wanting to talk about him.

"I'm gonna go home and clean up." she grinned cheekily as she skipped to the front door. On her way out she turned and yelled, "Hope ya' go to hell!"

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{Kol and Harley bonding time *stabs you with a knife*}

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