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Kol POV (A/N, because why the hell not)
"Stop!" A voice roared and I glanced down at the witch that struggled in my grip.
Smirking at her frightened expression, I leaned down and snapped her neck quickly. Her limp body fell to the ground. Turning towards the voice that had spoken, the smirk slowly slid off of my face.
"Aw would you look at that," Silas cooed into Julietta's ear, his grip on her tightening as she struggled against him.
My eyes widened when I noticed just how eerily familiar this scene was and how it had ended last time. I moved to take a step forward when a hand clamped down on my shoulder. Looking over my shoulder at Klaus, I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head silently, warning me not to do anything drastic.
"Don't do anything rash Kol," he warned quietly, his eyes flickering over to an ever smirking Silas. "Think rationally, attack him and he'll do the same thing he did the last time."
Clenching my jaw at Klaus' words, I turned back towards Silas who smirked and yanked Julietta forward with him. She let out a slight hiss and I took another step forward, ready to intervene. She looked up quickly, her eyes meeting mine and she shook her head minutely.
"Now would you look at this," Silas said softly to her as she stood stoic in his arms. "The original family are all here to rescue you and your friend. From little old me. How flattering.
"But what's this? Kol Mikaelson. Here in the flesh. I thought if anything you'd be the one that would be most scared of attacking me, considering what had happened last time."
"Let her go Silas," I uttered quietly, watching as Rebekah moved to stand between Klaus and Elijah, the three of them standing behind me.
"Drop the weapons."
A small clatter rang out as we dropped all weapons and watched him closely, looking for a way to anticipate his next move. But just like last time he gave nothing away.
Silas gave out a psychotic laugh as he glanced at me, his eyes sweeping across my form. Bloody psycho.
"I never thought I'd see the day that Kol Mikaelson quaked in fear before me."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I snarled at his all knowing tone.
His eyes flickered down to my hands and I followed his gaze, looking down at my curled fists. Uncurling them, I straightened up, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right.
"Why shouldn't he be scared?" He asked Julietta, one of his hands moving from his waist to wrap around her neck. She flinched at his touch and I swallowed, trying to clear my head. I couldn't let the fear of something that he could do affect her safety. Not this time. "The last time I held you like this, it took me less than a second to snap your pretty little human neck."
