Raising Two Newbie Vampires (TO-TVD)

Chapter III: Past Words

"Brother, please, let's discuss this like grown folks," Kol whine-fully insisted as his older brother, Klaus, dragged him in-front of the livid Elijah. Kol was not going to let anything happen to him.

"Kol. Enough. We did talk about this. Only it resulted in a snapped neck. It's safe to assume we are past words," Elijah responded, still leaning on the glass bar, his black suit jacket now off and folded neatly over a chair. Elijah unbuttoned the buttons on his cuff and rolled them both up, not too high or too low, but at the perfect place just a few inches under his elbow.

"And I sincerely apologize for that, but we shouldn't do this," Kol stated, crossing his fingers behind his back. He hoped that Elijah would listen to him and let him off the hook.

Elijah clicked his tongue and shook his head, "That's not how this process works, little brother. You have proven to me that having a civil conversation is beyond your mind's capacity."

"But I am not a child," Kol rolled his eyes, and let out an exasperated sigh. "I am over a thousand years old. I should not be treated like a toddler with no self control."

"Well, Kol, with the way you are behaving, I would suggest otherwise. Self control is something you seem to lack," Elijah eyed his indigent brother, "You may be over a thousand years old, but you do seem to forget, brother, you are stuck in the body of a seventeen year old. Which is still the age of a child."

Once again, Kol rolled his eyes. Elijah was impossible to talk to. Knowing there was a high chance of more bickering, Klaus pulled out a chair and sat down. He crossed his left leg over his right knee, and was glad he was older than Kol. He didn't have to put up with the "you're still biologically a child" speech from his older brother.

"Kol, let's get it over with."

Kol felt his feet nail into the ground, and his throat tighten. "I'd rather be daggered."

Elijah's mouth fell open in surprise before he composed himself and raised an eyebrow. "Would you, Kol? If that is what you truly yearn for, I believe we could use that as an alternative. After all, the daggers are still in our possession."

Elijah would never follow through with it even if it was what Kol truly wanted. After their family reunited, he swore that the daggers were off limits indefinitely. Hence, the punishment he was about to serve out.

Kol's heart froze. "You wouldn't dare."

Klaus picking up on what Elijah was doing, approached Kol from behind and rested his hand on Kol's shoulder. "But what about me?" Klaus felt Kol's shoulder tense up. "What makes you think that I wouldn't."

"But 'Lijah said-" Kol's eyes darted between his brothers. "No daggers."

Klaus smugly smiled, looking at his older brother before looking at the younger one. "He could try stopping me, but then I'd just dagger him too."

Kol's blood drained from his face. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

Elijah crossed his arms and fixed Klaus an unamused look for petrifying his youngest brother. The point was to scare him not make him crap his pants. "Unfortunately for you Kol, we will not do such athing. I advise you come here. I will not ask again."

Kol didn't move an inch, instead he stood right where he was with his arms crossed. "No."

Before Kol could even take a breath, Elijah vamped over, grabbing Kol's arm, and guiding him over his right knee. Elijah made sure to lock his left leg over Kol's legs to prevent himself from hitting anything other than Kol's bottom. Elijah was also very quick to lower his little brother's trousers to his knees.