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❛ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙑𝙀 ❜ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════
Here's something the books don't tell you about when you're a vampire: drinking human blood puts you in a state of elation. Drinking too much feels euphoric, almost like taking ecstasy... without the ecstasy. It was one of the reasons Rory loved it so much; the reason that Rory craved it. Being with Kol and Rebekah was like inhaling a cigarette: you knew it was wrong, bad for you, but it came with a sense of relief and momentary escapism. The siblings were not just fun—they were extremely accommodating to Rory's ripper tendencies, engaging in it like an interactive game.
"She's something else, isn't she?" Kol Mikaelson murmured into Rebekah's ear, watching as the Gilbert girl sunk her teeth into her fifth victim of the night. They were cornered into a secluded area of the club, lights dim and music pounding in their ears. He watched as Rory tipped her head back, lips parted and smudged with red. Her shirt, now ripped into a crop top, stained crimson.
"Nik will kill you where you stand," Rebekah mused, a glass of scotch in hand.
Kol simply smirked. "Dear sister, you think me vile?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't dare lay a hand on his precious girl."
"I'm not saying you'll hurt her, brother. I'm saying you'll do the exact opposite," Rebekah sniffed. She watched as Rory let the body fall to the ground. She was quick to sink back into the sea of people on the dance floor. "Which is why I'm telling you now: don't even think about it."
"You never cared for Petrovas before. Don't tell me that's changing," Kol rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his own drink.
"She's... different," Rebekah struggled to find the proper term. Kol gave her an inquisitive glance. Rebekah gave him a frustrated sigh. "I don't know how to bloody explain it, so don't ask me to. But just trust me; she's not like the rest."
"Quite impossible to pick them apart, considering they look the bloody same," Kol commented.
"Trust me," Rebekah snapped. "She's not like them."
The siblings' conversation was cut off when a body was tossed towards them. The aforementioned doppelganger grinned at them, fangs on show. Blood dripped from her teeth and mouth. She looked like a proper demon, bloody and evil and everything bad. "You're not joining me?" Rory raised an eyebrow, striding towards them. "I thought I was the one that couldn't keep up."
Kol smirked at the teasing tone in her voice. "Pardon me, darling. I've just been daggered for nearly a century—I'm merely trying to accommodate myself into this current time,"
"Okay, grandpa," Rory let out a quiet giggle, reaching past Kol to grab his drink. She tossed her head back, downing it with one gulp. "Let me know when you regain your bearings. I'm still hungry."
