Brightened Days [Kol Mikaelson]

Unapologetically • TWENTY THREE

"The life of my party,
He keeps my eyes starry.
So, I'm so sorry
For not being sorry.
I'm unapologetically in love."

• T w e n t y • T h r e e •
Unapologetically

"Damon, stop!" I heard someone yell. I picked up my pace until I could see Elena and Damon in the distance, standing a few feet apart. "Please. I know that you don't want to hurt Jeremy, so please stop."

Damon turned away from her, and I could see him shake his head. "I can't," I heard him say as I grew closer. I slowed my run to a slow walk, waiting to see how this played out between them. Maybe if Elena could calm him down I can take him to meet Kol and have my boyfriend undo this mess.

"Yes, you can. You're strong enough to resist the compulsion. I know that you are," she said and I furrowed my brows. Resist the compulsion? As if.

"Why, because Stefan did?" Damon scoffed.

"Because I love you. Because you love me. You'd do anything for me, so please... do this for me," she said and I rolled my eyes. Guess I couldn't judge when I just used the same tactic on Kol.

Damon's shoulders dropped and my brows raised. He looked defeated. Before I could make my presence known, Damon looked off into the distance. "I'm sorry, Elena," he said.

Oh. Not like Kol and I. My man picked me. "Damon! Wait!" I screamed as he turned. I needed to catch up to him before he ran off.

"Lottie?" Damon called. I rushed to him and then tackled him to the ground. "Fuck. Ow."

"It hurt me more than it hurt you," I croaked, grabbing my sore elbow and then hissing at the pain of touching my open flesh. Ouch.

"You're bleeding," Damon frowned.

"I'll be fine. We gotta get you out of here. Kol is going to undo the compulsion. Trust me."

"But I can hear him and he's bleeding too. I want to bite into him—"

"Bite me," I blurted out, cutting him off. My adrenaline was racing and I was on edge. I was going to say or do anything to get him to listen to me.

"No," Elena cried. I ignored her but Damon spared her a glance. So I cupped his cheeks in my hands. I pressed my forehead to his.

"Look at me," I demanded. "Focus. Come on, get that dazed look out of your eyes and look at me. What color are my eyes?"

"Green," he said.

"Alright, there we go. Now, I'm going to get off of you. But you can't run—"

"It's too strong, baby. I can't fight it."

"Damon, Elena's right. You can resist it," I tried those words despite not believing it. Stefan resisting compulsion because he loved Elena made sense. It matched Stefan's whole soft demeanor. Now Damon? 10/10 can't do it.

"I can't."

"Well, pretend," I demanded, smacking his cheek. "I mean come on now, we've been through worse. You have had worse done to you. Right?"