𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 /ə𝒃ɒ𝒎ɪˈ𝒏𝒆ɪʃ(ə)𝒏/ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏
𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
Keziah Rose will always be an abomination to everyone around her. All she knows is loss and disappointment.
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THEY HAD A PLAN. IT MIGHT WORK, it might not. And it all depended on Keziah. She had to somehow gain information from Nik. She felt awful about doing it, but it needed to happen. Silas was not going to rise up. They wouldn't allow it.
Pushing open the mansion door, she stepped inside and found Nik sat on the couch with a glass of blood in one hand and a book in the other. Noticing her presence, he placed the objects onto the table and turned around.
"Rosie! It's about time you stopped by." He smiled pulling her into a hug.
She hugged him back, but when they pulled apart, Keziah slapped him across the face. "That's for faking being dead." She sent him the coldest glare she could.
It broke as soon as he gave a small smile. She rolled her eyes and followed him to the couch where they sat at opposite ends facing each other. Keziah had tucked her legs under herself sitting on them.
"Fill me in then. What have I missed?" She asked, curious as to what he had been up to. Hopefully Rebekah hadn't spoken to Nik and let it slip that they were back and against them all.
"Let's just say that there is a cure for vampirism out there and everyone is on the hunt for it. The only way to find it is if Jeremy Gilbert kills enough vampires to reveal the map."
"Why would Jeremy have the map?"
"He's one of the brotherhood of the five. Supernatural hunters destined to find the cure. The more vampires he kills, the more the tattoo of the map appears." Klaus spoke as he drank his blood, oblivious to the fact that she was actually using him.
"There's no vampires around to kill though—" The smirk on Nik's face said it all though. The sneaky devil had done something. He turned enough humans that Jeremy could finish the map. "You didn't. You sly devil." She accused teasingly.
"You should know me by now, love. All it took was a trip to that dingy lounge outside of town."
Bingo. Thank you, Klaus Mikaelson, for giving her all the information she needed. Keziah stood up and headed for the kitchen in the other room. "I'm just gonna get a drink quick."
As soon as she reached the kitchen, she pulled out her phone and quickly texted Kol the details he needed.
Jeremy is one of the brotherhood of the five. Nik turned vamps at Zanadew Lounge for Jer to kill. Kill them before he does x
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Nik and Keziah sat opposite Elena Gilbert in his mansion. They had been having fun catching up. She had told him all about her and Kol's adventures and the mishap of seeing her parents in New York. However, Elena soon interrupted in dire need of Nik's help.
The witch smiled smugly at Elena's form with her legs crossed over each other.
"A bit ironic, you coming to me for help. Weren't your friends just trying to bury me in a cement tomb?" Nik wondered.
"This is your fault. You started this when you forced Jeremy to kill those vampires." Elena retorted.
"And now my little brat of a brother has gone and made things worse. Well, he never did like Damon. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this would you, Keziah?"
"Me? Nope." She answered innocently, though Nik knew it was all her.
Elena demanded, "Call him off, Klaus."
"You are in no position to make demands, love. Whilst, I'd like to cure you to make more hybrids, I do have other reasons for finding the cure, not the least of which is destroying it so you lot can't use it against me."
"Whatever our differences, we want the same thing. Please, Klaus, I'm begging you. Keziah please, reign him in."
"Kol is his own person, I don't control him." She leant forward and sneered at Elena.
Nik rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone, calling Kol. Keziah was luckily within distance where she could hear Kol perfectly.
"Little brother. Just two days home, and I'm told you've already gone and made a mess."
"Come on Nik. I was only having some fun."
"Using Keziah to get information out of me for your gain, smart move but those vampires were for my hunter."
"I'll make some more. There's no shortage of people."
"Where's Damon Salvatore?"
"I gave him a good and proper beating just for old time's sake."
"Yes. Well, you've had your fun. Now let him go and come home. Avoid any more trouble, or you'll find yourself back in a box."
"Hey. No need to be nasty about it."
"On the contrary, I find nastiness to be essential whenever my siblings try to sabotage me. Listen closely, Kol. Stay away from the Gilbert boy. You understand?"
"Fine. I won't touch him. You have my word."
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After leaving the mansion, Keziah headed to buy some food from the store. She was craving fajitas, homemade. She had had enough of eating out and getting takeout. Even though it was nice, she wanted to cook something for once.
She stood in her kitchen at the hob, frying some chicken, when she felt him. His arms easily slipped around her waist from behind. Naturally, she leant into him, her back against his chest. They fit together perfectly. He left a few open-mouthed kisses on her neck before his head rested against hers.
"That smells amazing, doll." Kol said as her free hand rested atop one of his.
"Thanks." Keziah turned the hob down and twisted in Kol's arms. The chicken wouldn't burn for a few minutes.
"So, what's our next plan now that we can't touch Jeremy Gilbert." She asked, curious as to what they would do.
"We do nothing, darling." That mischievous sparkle returned to his eyes that she loved so much. He walked them backwards until she was trapped against the counter. "I gave him my word I wouldn't touch Jeremy. I didn't give my word someone else couldn't." He easily lifted Keziah up onto the counter and stepped in-between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs. "Damon Salvatore will do everything for us."
Keziah laughed, "And this is why I put up with you."
"That can't be the only reason." He asked pecking her lips multiple times, each kiss getting a little longer.
"Nope, I think it is." Keziah teased.
"I think it's time we change that."
She didn't miss his eyes darkening. His fingers worked at her belt and soon enough his fingers were finding themselves inside her underwear.
"Kol..." She breathed out, the pleasure hitting her at once as his fingers worked their magic.
She could get used to this. This feeling every day for the rest of her life. She couldn't get enough of him. One word and he had her weak at the knees. He had her heart. She loved him.
