ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 • ᴋᴏʟ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ •

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Following the evening of the ball, I'd chosen my go to tactic and retreated back to my sanctuary so that I could hide away. I chose to bury myself behind a mountain of books in my favourite corner of the library and forget the events from the ball

But no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the words and the book before me, all I could focus on was my conversation with Damon. I chewed the inside of my cheek, my mind occupied with the memory.

"Damon!" I called out after him as I caught sight of his figure as he walked away from the house.

"What Jules?" I flinched slightly at the cold tone of his voice.

He waited until I had managed to catch up to him and I wrapped my arms around myself. So he was angry about something but he was reverting back to being mean Damon, his default setting. Could I, should I ask him right now?

His voice softened. "Julietta?"

"What do you know about Kol Mikaelson?"

He froze and turned to face me, his jaw clenched. "He's trouble Jules."

"I know that." I sighed. "But just, please?"

"The originals are dangerous, every single one of them." He began, undoing his bowtie from around his neck. "You might think that St. Elijah is the exception but he's not, he's a monster."

I stopped walking and he did the same before turning to look at me. "I know that but-"

"Do you really?" He muttered heatedly. "Or are you worried about what your precious Kol is really like?"

"Damon."

"Alright, alright." He rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "Kol Mikaelson is a beast. He kills because he finds it fun. When he was turned he massacred an entire village and then moved onto the next. All while his emotions were still on."

I stiffened and let out a slight breath. A day ago I wouldn't have been able to believe it but after having witnessed the cruel intent in his eyes, I knew that it was possible.

He continued on, unaware of my thoughts. "He gets angry easily and when he is angry he could take down Klaus."

He turned to look down at me and I nodded to myself.

"Jules." He sighed. "He might seem arrogant, charming and suave but-"

"It's a facade," I said quietly.