I said it’s been a long time / Since someone looked at me that way
forget me not:
Pain. The bruised lips viciously attacking each other or whether it be the verbal slanders that were meant to provoke a cutting insult that hit the core of bone. With hands that threatened to rip her heart out if she said another word or whether those same hands were ripping away thin fabric from her tanned flesh. One may presume that Kol Mikaelson detested her if he cared as much. A thousand years and counting, Kol would forever be known to have been twisted to the point that he was an an inhumane bastard. A creature that feared nothing and cared for nothing. Earth was his domain and for that he raised hell when the moment deemed fit. He wasn’t a man. No, anyone that would look into his eyes would see nothing of a creature that showed sympathy and longed for compassion. He was a monster. Living as such would evoke a different lifestype for the youngest of surviving Mikaelson brothers. However as a vampire, as old as he may be, there were times where his humanity slipped. And he allowed to feel until the burden of killing ate him raw with humanistic guilt until he turned off his humanity once more just to escape the sensation.
He recalled a memory, not long ago, the age of the infamous Jazz Age of New Orleans commonly known as the Roaring Twenties. He wavered but he wouldn’t forget. He wanted to forget. But no, he would not forget.
The chilly air of the night swept over the two bodies that lingered on the balcony of a club that was notorious for booze during the roaring twenties. Intoxication and sex—the nation’s morals were obviously screwed. Surprisingly enough, neither of them embraced that tonight, neither drunk nor had bedded each other as of yet. The man, whom wore an air of arrogance and mystery around him, moved slowly to the woman before his thumb moved to caress her face. He breathed in her alluring aroma that mingled with the night’s air as he hesitated before he placed a small peck on her forehead—a surprising sign of affection. She gave a slight smile before nearing his face before smirking as she pulls away to fumble her robe for a cigarette, “Gotta hand it to you, Mikaelson. You sure know how to surprise a girl.” Her eyes avert to the world below them before blowing out the smoke, a world that seemed to go on without a lapse. “ So I’ve been told. “
“ What game are we playing here?”
“Pardon?” He wasn’t sure where the conversation had gone since they’d escape the speakeasy. It was light and easy—they had gotten to the point where shared silence was not awkward. But a sense of understanding. Two creatures, one with humanity and one that fought against it. A combination that seemed doomed from the beginning.
“What is love? “ The woman asked as the man’s eyes flickered to watch her face.
“ Funny you should ask, a word used to get into a woman’s pantalets, obviously.”
Her head to turned as she shot him a look of annoyance however humor filled her voice, “ You’re hilarious. I’m sure. And pray tell, Kol—seeing that I haven’t let you bed me—you’re not stupid enough to pull that one on me. I’m not one of those humans that fall into flattery.”
He laughs, “ No, my dear. I wouldn’t be stupid enough to reveal my secret and use it on you. Besides you would never go for it.”
“ Oh, and why are you sure? Point being, you’re right. But let’s face it—you don’t know anything about me.
There’s an uneasy silence nonetheless, he doesn’t ignore it. But fills the void with his voice. “Quite contrary You’re like me. And with that, I admire myself and you. I don’t believe in love for the mere concept was shattered for me long ago and tainted. Nonetheless, with that, I could hate you. Because somewhere in my mentality, I hate what I’ve been made into. And as you see, I know how you think given we’ve been cut from the same cloth.”
He can see her eyebrows knit, she chooses her words carefully,
“Do you hate yourself?”
This was the moment he would regret telling her. Nonetheless, the words were spoken as quickly as he revoked them from her mind. “There are two Kol Mikaelsons. One was a boy who was born into a world where he had aspirations and dreams, story cut short— his father killed him. And what was reborn in his place was a monster that inflicted pain and reveled in the creature that he was. You could figure, a thousand years on the same Earth knowing that the first Kol died to be replaced with … — I …” He pauses. Unable to finish his sentence as he notices brown and hazel eyes have locked into each other. He sees in her; eyes full of pity however there was no understanding. She tries to understand however no one could follow the same path he lived. This was the Kol that he had thought died long ago. And as powerful man as Kol Mikaelson— he feared anyone seeing that Kol. He takes no time to hesitate, “You will forget everything I’ve told you.”
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Because, I knew that no matter what, I’d see you again. As tragic as it was, losing Finn taught me something. Something that no matter how long I live on this earth, I’ll never forget.
If you loved Finn enough, you would’ve avenged him. Starting with the group that sought to murder us. Matt Donovan, Damon Salvatore, even your beloved Stefan. But as it so seems, they live as our brother turned to ash. My dear sister, we are bound by the blood we were created with. That’s more than evident.
Are you kidding? I’m out of here as soon as Care gives word that she’s ready. I don’t plan on staying any longer than whats necessary- why the interest?
I figured I’d be curious on whether not not you’d stay and instead of curing that curiosity - I figured it’d be easier to ask yo. But your answer is most evident given it’s the same notion I am going to follow.
Am I supposed to be happy that my brother is leaving?
Would you rather I left without a word? No, I doubt that. Nonetheless, you’ve gone centuries before without me. What makes this time different?
.. Someone save me from this boredom.
My dear, I always pegged you as a woman that made her own entertainment. The woman that would save herself before she let someone give her a hand. Has Mystic Falls truly degraded you to such a mundane creature that you can’t even bother creating yourself amusement? For shame.
Disappointment. Not very becoming, sister.
You’ve given up with trying to compete with me? Good riddance. I’m assuming that you’re going to hand over the white oak stake or am I just going to spend the rest of my entirety hunting you down?
Quite contrary, Nik. You know better than anyone that I will walk out of this town, not run. Running, that’s what cowards do. And you should know of what a coward is given your preference to stab a brother in the back opposed to a real fight. No, the next time I see you, it will be in Hell. And given our circumstances, it’ll be a long time coming.