Brightened Days [Kol Mikaelson]

Dirty Laundry • FIVE

"Now here's some honesty,
Sometimes I trip over your history."

• F i v e •
Dirty Laundry

Bonnie has agreed to help Alaric. I got over it. I wanted to help him, really. I just think it's unfair Elena and Stefan and Damon all use her for her powers to benefit them and their lives, their loved ones. But Caroline was right. It was about Ric. And even though he an I we're nothing more than close acquaintances because I dated his best friend, I knew he was a good guy.

So I headed home while Bonnie and Abby worked on a spell and ingredients. Bonnie would come home afterwards to do the spell. Caroline would stay behind to keep watch on Abby with Jamie's help.

So after an hour and a half drive, I was back home. And by home I meant Mystic Falls. Because without realizing, I drove straight to the Salvatores house. I must be tired. I was so familiar with staying the night here. Hell, if I walked in those doors and Damon didn't immediately upset me, I would stay in a guest room I was so exhausted.

Without hesitation, I got out of my car. Heart racing at the though of seeing Damon. Wanting to... talk it out, I guess. Together or not, somehow we're all in this crazy vampire world together. And I would rather just get along at times like these. Where a nice guy, like Ric we all cared for, was in danger.

I didn't bother knocking. I let myself in because the door was unlocked as usual. I also had a key to the house. But even after Elena and I signed the deed to their house, the boy's still made the habit of not locking the door. I looked around, walking into the parlor to see it empty. Besides a man laying on the piano.

I blinked a few times, walking to him. Blood stained his neck and both wrists. I gasped, pressing two fingers to his un-bloody side of his neck to find a pulse. Nothing. And now I really needed to talk to Damon. He was killing people? Again?!

I turned around and headed upstairs, jogging up the two flight staircase. I walked to Damon's bedroom, finding the door cracked open. I frowned at that. I let myself in, spotting someone in the bed. I walked closer, ready to shove Damon awake when I found blonde hair. I froze, covering my mouth. Rebekah.

Finally I tuned into the sound of water running. I walked angrily to his open ensuite. He was in the shower. "Damon?" I chocked out, he was naked but he wasn't alone.

He was making out with some red head. The two pulled apart and turned to see me. "Oh, my god--" Damon mumbled quietly. I just barely heard him over the water.

He stumbled his way out the shower. "What are you doing?" I cried. My heart racing and a feeling of disgust filling my stomach. My heart was in overdrive as it was being torn apart once again by him.

"Baby, this isn't what it looks like," Damon said, reaching for me. I was frozen in place so his wet hands grabbed my arms.

"Oh. You have a girlfriend?" The redheaded woman laughed.

"Who the fuck is she?" I spat. Damon grabbed a towel, wrapping it around himself.

"No one," Damon said.

"His old teacher," the woman said, getting out the shower and grabbing her own towel.

"You're a pig. A disgusting--" I spat and Damon covered my mouth.