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"Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where Civil blood makes civil hands unclean." - Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare
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Let's be fair - Kol Mikaelson never cared who he hurt; it wasn't a surprise when there were more than a little fatalities involved in his work, and usually, the brunette man did not care. He never cared when he dropped bodies, or when he decapitated a living, breathing head from a moving body. He couldn't care less when he thought about the cries of grief the family would cry when that person would die.
All he cared about was one thing, and one thing only - the survival of him and his family. All he wanted was power and glory, and his family to love him and for them to love him back. But sometimes - it would get out of hand. The Vampire would kill just for fun, to have his bloodthirsty ways sated and more times than none, his brothers and sister would berate him for his behaviour.
He didn't care who he killed to get what he wanted - not until he met her.
Juliet Rodriguez was like a breath of fresh air after being held under water for too long. She was like the sun, burning bright and lightning up the darkest of times. She was something that Kol thought a man like him simply couldn't afford, but a single smile and a brush of her hand against his cheek, he felt like in all his years of living, he had finally felt alive.
He felt wanted and appreciated, he felt human again. Though a man shouldn't indulge himself in such pettiness, he was no ordinary man - he had suffered most of his life; whether being desiccated or outcast by his siblings. Didn't he deserve the chance to be happy? And personally; it seemed as though Juliet was the only person who could quench his thirst and desire to be loved and respected.
Juliet was a strong-willed woman, with a beautiful smile and the sharpest cheekbones. She was gorgeous, the way she walked was so effortless - like she was walking on water. He thought about her all the time, her alluring smile and the way her nose would scrunch up like a kitten. The way she'd laugh at his jokes - even if they weren't as funny as she made them seem - and the way she was open to people no matter what they did. The way she accepted Kol, even if she knew he was a little bit more than damaged.
He admired how she didn't judge people - instead took her time to know them. Their wholly flaws or their good will. She took her time to understand him, to admire him, and eventually; fall for him. He didn't know how, but somehow, he possessed those feelings for her as well.
However, things could never run as smoothly as they would have liked. Kol was a Mikaelson and she was a Rodriguez, the two families sworn never to interact. The Mikaelson's were monsters that needed to be eradicated, and the Rodriguez' were the ones to rid the world off them.
But when she died, he wasn't sure how to react. He was usually so strong; dominant, with his chest always puffed up in pride and a beaming smile on his lips like the Cheshire Cat. He always held the typical Mikaelson man stance - but she she died, all of it disappeared - like nothing else mattered except the moment when he saw her, dead and limp in Klaus' arms.
He knew it - he knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with her, she was off-limits. He had nobody to blame but himself for screwing up royally. He had done it once and he was doing it again.
Kol Mikaelson had tore the only chance of happiness away from himself with the snap of his fingers.
