Revenge is an Act of Passion ~ Kol Mikaelson : Vampire Diaries

I'm served by MUTT

My Magic 8 Ball tells me to 'Ask again later.' Which is so not the answer I'm looking. But, I suppose that's what you get for depending on a cheap novelty item you bought from the supermarket.

I pocket the useless toy and reach over to take a sip out of my drink. The bar is crawling with people, which really doesn't help me considering that I've now gone three days without a drink. And by drink, I mean of the kind that comes from a human.

"Excuse me?" I snap out of my pathetic stupor - one which involved staring at my coffee and trying to will it into turning into a nice warm glass of O positive. The voice that broke my concentration belongs to a young waiter, staring at me expectantly.

Realising that I've been keeping the poor boy waiting, I quickly straighten up in my seat. "Um, sorry?" I work to make my voice sound as innocent and confused as possible, which isn't that hard. As I've been told by many people before, looking completely clueless is one of my many skills.

He gives me a small smile. "It's fine. Are you done with that?" he points to my still full coffee. He's young. Not too young, but calling him 20 would be pushing his age. Easy to say 18 or so, to be safe. The name tag on his uniform is partly blocked from my sight, but from what I can see, it reads: HI. I'M Mutt.

"No, of course not," I snap back, sounding slightly too harsh. Poor kid, it's not his fault I'm in a bad mood. How was he to put two and two together and realise that my glass still being full indicated to me still drinking it? He was young, and with a name like Mutt, I wouldn't be surprised to find out he's not too bright.

However, instead of shrinking back like most people tend to do after I get cranky, he smiles again. "Yeah, sorry, I figured. It's just that you've been sitting here for an hour or so, and my boss is starting to get annoyed."

Well it sucks for your boss then. Ever heard of something called Customer Service? Instead of retaliating with a threat to get him fored for daring to interrupt me, I force a sickly sweet smile and say, "Sorry. I was just thinking, y'know? I tend to daydream alot." I pause for a moment before I pull my hand out of my bag and hold it out for him to shake. "Hi, I'm Alex. I'm new here."

He gives it a quick shake. "Matt," he replies. A quick second glance at his nametag and I realise that he's not lying. I did read it wrong afterall. "And welcome to Mystic Falls, I guess. Though I don't really know why you'd want to move here."

I don't stop smiling. "Unfinished buisness, I suppose. I'm meeting up with an old friend soon and figured why not settle down here while I'm at it."

I realise that my words are probably enough to creep him out slightly, or at least confirm any suspisions that I'm a weirdo, but he doesn't back off. Or, he does, but only because another employee soon taps him on the shoulder and tells him that other customers need to be served.

Screwing my eyes shut, I take a sip of the coffee, and try to forget my growing hate for the disgusting liquid. Why did I have to order this foul thing again? Oh wait, that's right, because I wanted to appear 'normal' and every 'normal' person goes into the town cafe or bar or whatever this is, and orders coffee late at night. Worst. Plan. Ever.

But the night part of the plan is important. Ever since I died and woke up ten minutes later with a thirst for blood, the sun hasn't been very nice to me. And unlike the rare vampire I come across who can walk out into the sunlight, I have no idea where I can find a witch, let alone one willing to make me a 'daylight ring' or so they call them.

Somewhere across the room, a girl reading a book slices her finger across the paper and recieves the tiniest cut in her skin. I can hear her muttered curse over the loud noise of the music. My jaw begins to ache from the pain of trying to control my fangs that are threatening to emerge when the scent of blood comes from her direction. It's just a small drop, that's all people ever get from paper cuts, but it's enough to put the thought of feeding back as the main focus in my mind.

Unfortunately, the smart thing to do is to wait another day, at least until I can get a rough idea of who's who in this town. Who, if anyone, is aware of the existence of supernatural creatures (rare, but I once came across a town so aware of vampires and such that I was chased out barely an hour after being there), and most importantly, who can go missing without cauusing too much of a fuss.

I realise that there's no way I'll be able to withstand staying here too long without blood. I abandon my coffee and leave it on the table as I walk to the door as fast as I can.

I find out immediately that I've severely under-estimated the clumsiness of humans. No sooner have I turned the corner from the Mystic Grill, than a human - obviously drunk - stumbles to the ground. I can see that the human is not alone, that the woman who fell is accompanied by a man who slowly makes his way toward her, clearly not bothered by her accident, but I can't bring myself to care. I'm at their side in a second.

"Oh," the woman on the ground laughs shakily, "I really need to watch where I'm going." Her words are slurred to the point that if I didn't have supernatural hearing I wouldn't be able to understand her. I can smell the blood welling from the small cuts on her hands. "I'm fine," she turns to me and gives me a shaky smile. She raises her injured hand, as if asking me to help her up. Now I can see the blood. She doesn't wait for me to lean down and help her up properly, she just pulls on my arm. Now I can feel the blood.

It's too overwhelming.

Without thinking, I push her head back for better access to her neck, and clamp my fangs down on it. I drink greedily, not caring about the animalistic noises that escape me, nor how her blood stains my clothes. I barely notice when her body falls limp in my arms, drained dry. I drop her lifeless body to the ground and wipe my mouth with my sleeve. I regret killing her, but her blood was more than satisfying.

Then I remember the second human, the man.

I expect him to be running by now, or screaming, or kneeling next to the woman, weeping with despair. But he doesn't do any of that. Shock, I think. For a moment, I consider running forward and draining him too, or snapping his neck, but common sense catches up to me before I do that. It'd be smarter if I compelled him into thinking that he killed the woman - that way I won't be a suspect and be forced to leave before the fun can really begin.

But before I get the chance to step forward, he does. And he smiles, and all to familiar smirk that sets my nerves on edge, and I realise I've made a mistake. He isn't human after all.

"She was going to be my meal," he doesn't drop the smirk once as he takes a large step toward me, just as I take one back. "But then again, you always did have a habit for taking what wasn't yours, didn't you, Alexandria?"

My mouth runs dry and my mind runs blank, only screaming one thing in hysteria - the name that, for centuries, I've run from. Kol.