Kol and Azriel
In the midst of watching Davina sleep, the sound of the bell filled Kol's ears. Unlike human hearing, supernatural hearing intensified the sound and it was only from years of practice that Kol did not cover his ears or attempt to shrink from the sound. Another feast? So soon? Granted, it wasn't as if much of a pattern had developed with these kinds of events, but it still struck Kol as strange. Was this signifying the calm before the storm? The next round of hell hounds?
Pressing a kiss to Davina's temple, Kol slipped from the beneath the blankets and went to clean up. He didn't have much in the way of clothing choices so he tugged on his shirt and pants from the other day. Stuffing his feet into his boots, the vampire exited the house and utilized his vampire speed to make his way quickly to the white house. There was no note pinned door this time and Kol entered, chocolate brown eyes and heightened sense of smell immediately picking up on the blood located in the large room.
This time, instead of going straight for the blood bags, he grabbed himself a bottle of bourbon and a glass first. Then, he selected himself two bags and made his way outside again. Best for everyone if he fed away from the prying eyes of everyone else.