Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-08-07 10:47:00 |
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Kol Mikaelson [Narrative]; A very close almost-slip.
Late Wednesday night, August 6, 2014; A club in Atlantic City
PG-13 for vampy shenanigans; Complete
Mood he was in though, it was dangerous.
Admittedly, the two grand Kol had taken was mostly for gambling. Because gambling was fun. It distracted him and made him stop thinking for awhile. Which was nice. He needed the break in the constant stream of thoughts and doubts that never seemed to stop. It just went on and on for ages, he hadn't even been sleeping as regularly as usual because he just couldn't shut it off for long enough to actually get there. Luckily, he didn't need it as much as humans did or he'd probably be pretty screwed by now. Especially considering the nearly twenty hour drive he'd made.
He'd taken to poker in particular, as it was a favorite of his and he was better at it than other games. He played fairly, no compulsion needed, and mostly he just broke even. He wasn’t there for the money anyway. Just the distraction.
Atlantic City wasn't all fun and gambling, though. There were also the night clubs, which were right up Kol's alley. He slipped into the crowd easily, a smirk on his face when he realized one of the girls in the mess on the dance floor had taken particular notice of him. Oh, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Especially the mood he was in tonight. He recognized the predatory feeling, but he ignored it, he could keep himself in check. So he didn't try to stop her when she slid up to him, hips swaying to the beat of the terrible techno song being played. He supposed ultimately, maybe he should have left her alone. Had a dance or two and moved on.
But she was practically begging for it, falling all over herself to throw herself at him. And he wanted her.Just note quite in the way she might have expected or hoped for.
A break, time for drinks, and he chatted with her a bit. She was already drunk, really probably didn't need the drink he'd just bought her. She was giggling at something when Kol finished
off his drink and pulled her with him, weaving through the crowd. He didn't say a word, just led her to another part of the club, away from the lights and the crowd, a dark corner where they could have a bit more fun. Or at least...he could.
Skilled hands slid over her body, finally resting on her hips and he...almost kissed her. A tease. It's what he was. Because this wasn't about her, it wasn't even about sex. No, he had two people back home that, much at it bloody terrified him, his heart belonged to. The thought of it like that, though, made his stomach do freaking somersaults, so he pushed it to the back of his mind. How it had happened twice...how the hell it actually worked with the three of them, Kol wasn't sure. It was just this weird thing that had happened when none of them were looking and somehow fit perfectly together and--
Her giggling interrupted his thoughts again and he just smirked and whispered instructions at her to relax and not make a sound just before he sank he teeth into her neck. Mood he was in though, this was dangerous. His grip on her hips, unneeded because she wasn't so much as considering going anywhere but there all the same, tightened and, for a second, he almost considered just draining her right then and there, who cared, she was just some slut at a club
and no one would probably even--
He released her and pulled away, as if he'd touched fire and stared at her like she'd suddenly grown an extra pair of heads. He mumbled another quickset of instructions, something so she wouldn't remember him or his actions, before he darted out of the club.