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Chapter VIII

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We made it to the living room in no time.

Whilst the ladies were discussing something about a certain Damon Salvatore, while I was standing far behind to pretend I wasn't evesdropping, I couldn't help but wonder if he was a special someone to Claire, or if she even had a special someone.
Maybe she was engaged? Married?

I didn't know how things worked for her or for women in the future for that matter, but at this age, most girls were already married here.

Not that this mattered after all, I was Kol Mikaelson!
The only person I should be thinking about was Jeanne-Louise. Her blood had tasted so good and she had been exquisite. Yes, had been, past tense.

After our little fun upstairs and Claire and Caroline barging into my room, I decided to have a little snack. Jeanne-Louise's blood was very sweet... I wondered how Claire's blood tasted.
What? What in the devil was wrong with me? She was only a witch and a mortal whatsoever.
And you had one rule Kol, you didn't hurt witches... at least not the ones who hadn't done anything to you.

I only used witches and mortals for, well... I was torn out of my deep thoughts by my brother Nik who threw a vase on the wall, causing it to shatter instantly.

''Lies! I am the great Klaus Mikaelson! Your tricks will not do anything to me!'' he exclaimed, glaring daggers at this man whose I heard the name was Alaric.
Yes, I eavesdropped sometimes.

This fool was more insane than I thought if he thought he could kill us.
Many have tried, now they all are the ones who are buried six feet under the ground.

He did say he had the white oak stake though...
The last I recalled, father was the one in its possession.
Maybe he acquired it in the future?
He wouldn't dare use it anyway.
We were the Mikaelson's for crying out loud! The thought made me smirk just like it has for the past eight centuries.

I was casually sitting in a comfortable chair in the living room, listening to everyone's bickering.

Elijah was in the corner of the room, he was holding his head and probably cursing in his mind about what was happening here.

Nik was yelling at this Alaric who seemed beyond amused.

Caroline was in between them, trying to stop them from ripping each other's heads off.

Claire was standing still. She seemed... amused. She was harboring a smirk and a glint of amusement was shining in her eyes... they were sparkling.