Death Party • The Vampire Diaries

12.

| chapter twelve : wolves |
warning: Nikolai killing someone / murderous thoughts

Nikolai Marcos may adore werewolves but he knew it wasn't smart to go near them. That, he learned in the 1950's when he stumbled upon a cute guy who apparently didn't fancy him. The guy had clawed him rather viscously, not too deep but he was still very offended by it. Then he learned that werewolf bites could easily kill a vampire and was glad the guy hadn't taken a bite out of him.

He did not appreciate being dragged up to the mountains, where a pack was located to search for Stefan. It was ridiculous how much Elena cares for the vampire, how weak could someone be to so desperately and pathetically care for someone? She wasn't thinking, her heart was making her decisions and he pitied her for that. Nikolai didn't understand the need for someone or the need for love. And he couldn't get his mind wrapped around the fact that Elena loved Stefan so much that she's willing to go to any length to find him. It was so unfamiliar to him and it was strange to see her worry so much when he himself couldn't care any less.

By nightfall Damon had joined them and they now ventured further into the woods.  Howls could be heard in the distance and the air was growing cold as the moon shone brightly. Mud covered the ends of Nikolai's pants and it irritated him so immensely that he couldn't even bare to think about it. He was now a fashion disaster.

He was still excruciatingly beautiful but the dirt made him look flawed. To be covered in blood was one thing, the blood made him feel strong. Dirt made him feel disgusting and unclean, he was not dirty and a person like him shouldn't need to feel filthy.

They had stumbled upon a hybrid with bloodshot eyes, who was unsuccessful in trying to kill them. Nikolai refused to touch the dude so Damon shot him instead and tied him up to a tree. This was truly a wonderful little trip and Nik wished to die again.

Nikolai was mumbling all the curse words in his vocabulary as they walked in a fast pace several hours later. Ric was in the lead and Nik wondered how he could go from being a history teacher to running from a rabid hybrid in the middle of the forest. The hybrid they stumbled upon earlier was definitely going to go after them and Elena decided that they should get off the mountain as quick as possible.

"Where are we going?" Nikolai whined and was ignored as usual as they ran trough the trees aimlessly.

The sky was coal black by now and Damon had taken off after the insane hybrid. Another howl could be heard trough the night and Nikolai was pretty sure they where lost.

"We can't leave Damon behind!" Elena cried out, refusing to take another step.

"Elena, we have to go!" Alaric yelled out, growls being heard in the distance. Elena still refused and Nikolai sighed.

"For the love of Hades I'll go after him! Just stop whining, it's unbearable!" Nikolai spoke and angrily took off. First he gets dragged up here and now they have to leave, without Stefan, making this trip incredibly pointless.

He listened for any sign of the raven haired vampire and took of as he heard footsteps. The smell of blood struck him as he neared what looked like a massacre.
He could hear it before it came at him, a blonde male with glowing eyes and blood dripping down his torn up face. It was obviously another hybrid and he tore off its head before it could get too close. He looked at it in slight disgust, something was obviously wrong and he was quick to drop the head. This was not a fun kill, the wolf in transition was dirty and had a big bite wound and he did not like it.

"Fucking hell." He muttered as his pants where now even dirtier, coated in mud.

"Well hello there, little vampire. Or should I say little killer?" Nikolai recognized the accent instantly and turned to see the true hybrid himself step out of the dark.

"I believe this is your creation?" Nikolai motioned for the bodies on the ground and Klaus only smirked.

"And what might bring you out here?"

"Oh just the pure torture of a person called E- Damon, someone took his dear brother. I truly wonder who." Nikolai spoke, a devious smile lingering on his lips.

"And why do you help him?" Klaus took several steps closer and looked at the murderous boy with interested eyes.

"I don't, why would i help any of them?" Nikolai spoke, offended that the hybrid would think he willingly came here.

"You do spend awfully much time with them, or am I wrong darling?"

"It's fun seeing them run around, thinking they can save everyone and everything. Can't blame me for sticking around for the amusement." Nikolai shrugged. He actually wondered how he ended up in the gangs messes all the time.

"Why not come with me?" Klaus suggested, now closer. "You'd be a lot better company than Stefan."

"I am a lot better than Stefan. But I would get bored too quickly. And I'm still complementing about what I want with you-" Before Nikolai could finish Stefan stumbled out of the trees with the crazy hybrid on his back.

"You're brother is driving me insane, come home or tell 'him' to fuck off and leave you alone." Nik spoke, "Oh and glad to see you and all that?"

"What's he doing here?" Stefan instantly asked as he dropped the rugged and bloody hybrid on the ground.

"We're just having a little chat, nothing harmful. Right love?" Klaus's voice was taunting and the word love sounded utterly mesmerizing.

Stefan looked suspicious and Nikolai was quick to leave, patting the ripper on the back as he left. Klaus's eyes followed him until he was out of sight. He tried to find Damon but found out they had left.

"That's not a good idea." Stefan muttered, hinting at the obvious interest the hybrid had taken in the psychopath. Nikolai was probably plotting the immortal hybrid's death and was now trying to lure him in. What else could he possibly be doing, if not trying to murder him?

When Nikolai got home he undressed and put on his vinyl player. The silk sheets in his bed looked tempting but he admired himself first, of course. He was quite hungry but by this hour it the only people easy to get was drunken high people. He wouldn't let them touch him, he was too beautiful. The drunken ones usually wanted to be with him, sleep with him. As if he would even look their way. It aggravated him which lead to him killing them sloppily. He needed them to be calm or terrified, so he could enjoy the killing. Not partying while trying to take his pants freaking pants off.

He sighed and got into the bed, the sheets wrapping around him. It would be hard to not kill the others in the morning, for leaving him up in the mountains. It would be tempting to rip out their throats one by one for what they did. But if he did Bonnie would probably hex him and dear lord he did not want to get hexed again.