ѕσ ƙơƖɖ|| Kol Mikaelson

Chapter X

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''What the hell was that for?!'' I yelled at Kol, as soon as he released Alaric, whose body fell on the ground with a loud thud against the wooden floor of the living room.

He was dead -for now- but he seemed to be peacefully sleeping, all rage and anger erased from his face, and I thought back to the memories we had together.

I've never felt like I belonged at school, let alone at Mystic Falls High.
I had always thought that classes, lectures, lessons, were all useless. Plus, the teachers were boring.

Between all those useless classes, the most annoying of them all was History.

It was a boring subject, and Mr. William Tanner wasn't one of the best persons in the world either.
He enjoyed mocking his students, which I didn't really mind, until he had made a comment about Elena's dead parents on the first day back to school.

This had angered me on the moment, and I was ready to jump in and take her defense, but it was no use because Stefan did. Her knight in shining armor...

But then Mr. Tanner died, -we owed that to Damon- and Alaric came along.

Honestly, I thought classes were going to keep on and be the same, but that bourbon addict with a strange name proved me otherwise.

Then we became allies, and later on, friends. But now he was turned into this... this monster who only lived to shed blood and end the vampire species.

I had never been one to show my emotions, except when it was time to say goodbye to Ric.
That once, I hadn't been a selfish bitch.

I had stayed with him and Damon, drinking our sorrow away in the cemetery.
Everyone had already said goodbye, and Alaric wanted to have a last drink -shocker- before he died.

No one could really enjoy a drink while their best friend was dying, but Damon and I, we'd stayed with him.

Even though I hated Damon, I could still agree with that, he and I had the same problem.
We never showed our emotions.
We had never felt the urge to express our emotions, -unless if caught off guard- but it had never been a problem to us.

We were pretending not to care, hiding behind our dark humor and leather jackets, because it was easier than being hurt.

Damon had been profoundly hurt his entire life, by the death of his mother, his father's beatings on a regular basis, his meeting with Katherine, his death, her 'death', his brother becoming the Riper Of Monterey, them not seeing each other for a few decades before finally reconnecting, Damon promising his brother an eternity of misery, and finally, them falling in love with the same girl.

A girl Damon hadn't wanted to be with at first, convinced he would ruin everything.
Now he was running everywhere to try and save her, since Stefan acted as if he didn't care, even though her life was linked to Ric's.