Home of The Terror Twins

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: We Are Family

The party was set to start at 7 o'clock that night, the preparation had occurred without a hitch, though that could partly be explained by the simple fact that Rebekah had been the one to prepare everything and, after a thousand years, she definitely knew how to throw an impromptu ball.

For the first time in days, all of the Mikaelson siblings were in the same room without any threats being yelled at the top of their lungs to each other. Most of them being delivered by dear Niklaus who, as usual, used the threat of a dagger to the heart to get what he wanted which really shouldn't be that big of a surprise. While the rest of them were equally shared by all Mikaelson's. Though, to be honest, if you counted Kol nicely reminding Klaus of the whole 'burning-all-of-your-art-incident' like the twins affectionately called it, he was close to the Hybrid's count.

"Rebekah?" Kol called out from his spot in front of the mirror to his sister who was currently getting her nails done, "Tell me how handsome I am." He looked at her through the mirror, adjusting his suit, a smirk gracing his lips.

Rebekah glanced up from her nails, "Oh Kol, you know I can't be compelled." She said without missing a beat, earning a grin from everyone in the room.

Kol pouted childishly, turning around, his eyes falling on his twin, "Lala." He whined, "You won't be mean, will you?"

Kayla who had been looking over a couple pair of shoes for the night, scanned her twin, nodding in approval, "You will be the most attractive person there, Olly." She assured him.

He smirked at her, moving towards her and twirling her, "Ah, now, darling, I do believe that that title belongs to you." They danced to the music that was flowing out of the speakers slowly, "Though, I will be close second." He added, his eyes shining in mirth.

Kayla laughed at him, shoving him forcefully back to his previous place, "Go back to staring at yourself. I need to pick my shoes."

Kol gladly took back his spot in front of the full length mirror, continuing to admire himself in the fancy tuxedo.

The guests were finally starting to show up so the siblings parted ways, going to play the role of the rich newcomers. The twins stayed together, standing in the middle of the hall and giving fake smiles to whom ever came to introduce themselves without holding back the sarcasm in their voices, though none of the other Mikaelson's commented on it, knowing they were more likely to behave if left alone.

The two troublemakers, just recently having arrived back in town, didn't know most guests, but Elijah had briefed them on who was 'in the know', which is why they both honed in on a conversation when they heard someone addressing a middle aged woman as 'Mayor Lockwood'.

They approached her after ditching the annoying people talking to them, quickly taking notice that the person next to her was none other than Damon bloody Salvatore.

They caught the end of what the mayor had been saying, "―protect this town. They've assured me they want peace, and I've assured them that I'd enforce it."

"Mayor Lockwood." Kol kissed her hand in greeting, his eyes which spoke of bloodshed and chaos piercing hers, "We haven't formally met, Kol Mikaelson." The way he said his name was clearly meant as a threat.

"Kayla Mikaelson." Kayla said with the same tone as her brother, staring deep into the mayor's eyes when she turned her attention to her, "I hope you're lovely town embraces us just as much as we plan to embrace it."

Damon held out his hand, a mocking smirk spreading on his face, "Damon Salvatore. Have we met?" He asked with a touch of smugness.

Neither of the Mikaelsons moved to accept his hand, "We've met a lot of people―" Kayla started, her voice dangerously calm.