Mrs Mikaelson

Kol's Sister Is A Strumpet And His Brother Tries To Kill Him

"Well, well, well, there's our girl," a recently resurrected Kol remarked as he stood, blocking Rebekah who was trying to walk inside after returning from the night, still dressed in her ballgown. Nik sat drawing on the sofa, Isa's feet tangled with his. She was dressed in black leggings and one of Nik's t-shirts, her feet bare as she played with the new camera Nik had bought her, mostly taking photos of him. Or, she'd take a few of Kol when he wanted a diva moment and posed like a runway model for her.

"Get out of my way Kol," Rebekah growled.

"Out all night. What a scandal. I trust you did better than that commoner, Matt was it?" he taunted.

Rebekah leaned close as she gave her narcissistic brother a very smart warning. "If you don't shut your mouth the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth."

All of them smiled at Rebekah as Isa leaned backward over the armrest to snap photos of her sister who huffed, "Don't start Nik." She pushed Kol out of the way, smacking her clutch purse on his chest as she did, and made her way towards their sofas.

Nik merely looked up from his drawing of Isa in her gown from last night, an amused smile glittering his face as he said, "I didn't say anything."

"I'm bored," Kol announced as he slumped sideways into a chair and Isa sat up straight as she examined some of the photos she took. "Our sister may be a strumpet but at least she's having fun."

"You weren't the prude yourself if memory serves, Kol. Far from it actually," Isa pointed out as she took a photo of Kol's pouting face.

"Neither are you, or my brother, if last night was any indication," Kol smirked.

She rolled her eyes at him as Nik smirked. "You were dead half the night. What do you know?"

Kol's smile was wicked as he replied, "Well, I found some of my brothers' abandoned attire from last night, strewn on his art room floor when I woke this morning. Three guesses as to how it got there."

Isa chuckled before she held a finger to her lips and went back to photographing Nik. Rebekah, however, was even unhappier about the revelation that the married couple had been together than she had been last night as she whined, "Isa slept with someone too, why are you not giving her problems about it?"

"Because dear sister, she's been sleeping with the same person for the last thousand years. She is married after all. You, however, are not in a romantic engagement of any kind, and therefore deserve the attention," Kol smiled as Rebekah glared at him. He ignored her as he said, "I need entertainment."

"What are you waiting for? Go on, have at it," Nik said, gesturing to the door.

"It's no fun to go alone. Join me, Nik," Kol pleaded.

Nik looked to his wife who shrugged and continued taking photos of him. He turned to his brother as he smiled and said, "Ok. Why not? I didn't have nearly enough to drink last night, what with you trying to murder Rebekah's date." He set down his sketchbook on the coffee table and untangled his legs from Isa's as he began to tug on his shoes.

"Failed to murder him, is more like it," Isa commented as she showed Nik a picture and he laughed outright.

"Frame that," he said, and Isa giggled as he began to walk out.

"Yes, please go. This house has enough men rolling around in it," Rebekah said in farewell to her brothers.

"Just like you Bekah," Kol goaded, walking backward for the moment before darting out the door and laughing as Rebekah threw a heeled shoe at him.

The dangerous weapon banged against the wooden door as Kol barely dodged it and its owner yelled out, "Good riddance! Both of you."

"Rebekah," called Elijah as he came into the room and Isa rolled her eyes as she went through her camera roll and deleted pictures she didn't like.