Forbidden Love

He spread his long pale fingers, staring down at them in absoulute disbelief. Was this real? Was he actually alive? He walked among the average people with a disturbed smirk on his face, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets. He recieved startled stares from the people around him, and he grinned.
He was back, and just itching to tear something apart. He saw a slender brunette woman and gripped her long curls, pulling her neck towards his exposed fangs. Veins extended from the skin just under his eyes, bloodthirsty for someone to drain. He bit hard into the woman's neck, dragging her into a nearby ally. She was screaming and writhing about, but he clasped a large hand over her mouth, and with his immense strength, he restrained her in his muscular arms. He felt her figure sag as she began to loose life force, and she took her very last breath as he dropped her, stiff and lifeless. There were too marks on her neck, blood pouring from them. Kol Mikaelson was back, and better than ever. Now he just had to find those annoyances of a family, Niklaus, Elijah and beloved Rebekah. He speeded well over the speed limit to the Mikaelson mansion, in the woman's sleek black mustang he had stolen. When he pulled up, he was not anxious but excited. He knocke precisely three times on the large wooden door, begging that it was Rebekah whom would answer.