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It isn't Clairebear, it is Claire! (lockbox) wrote in thecityof,
@ 2017-08-21 07:44:00

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!plot: the arena, claire danvers

WHO Kol Mikaelson & Claire Danvers
WHAT. Death Match
WHEN. Monday, late morning. No eclipse for Claire
WHERE. College. Or what was the college.
WARNINGS. Character Death.
STATUS. Complete log.

She had survived vampires, almost being burned alive, and Monica. Yet, despite her victories, it seemed her life might actually be cut short. Claire was upset, but most of all she was mad. She hadn't asked for angels to yank her out of Morganville and slam her in a battlezone masquerading as LA.

If Claire Danvers was going to die then she was going to cause as much pain as possible. Which was why she looked over her shoulder before pulling a Shane worthy trick. She slammed the brick hard against the door handle and found herself wincing at the damage she had caused. The door knob was dangling from the door in a sort of ominous way. God, this was probably some messed up sign.

Claire sniffed hard before yanking the door open. The smell of a clean lab greeted her nose and she smiled, her near tears forgotten. Perfect! Kol was going to find her at some point, but until he did she was going to work on boobytraps.

Time passed too quickly and she felt her heart beating faster with each minute. Yet, despite her fear or because of it, she had managed to create her first trap. The second Kol walked through that door he’d get a face full of paralysis gas. Shame she wasn't thinking about the fact it might not work right since he wasn't exactly human.

Claire made herself busy by gathering up some liquid nitrogen and a few other things. Yes, she wasn't going down without a fight.

"I'm going to count to ten, love," Kol called out, his voice echoing through the dark, empty halls. There was a delight, a sound of joy in his voice. He was a lion stalking its prey. There was a dark, menacing smile reaching all the way up to his eyes. Kol's moral compass didn't come close to pointing due north. He wasn't conflicted about having to kill Claire. In fact, he would probably really enjoy it. Whether it was snapping her neck, draining her body of all its blood or ripping her heart out, he was going to enjoy it.

Kol walked the halls dragging the metal bar he held against the wall calling numbers out slowly. He opened the door, his eyes searching for his prey. He pushed books off desks, smashed computer monitors and flipped desks in his pursuit of brave little Claire. She wasn't in here but she was close.

Room after room, he left a path of destruction in his wake. He was deliberately giving her a head start. She promised him a fight and he wanted to see how much fight she had in her. Maybe he'd be merciful and make it quick. Maybe he'd see how much

"Ten," he called out stopping in front of a room. "Ready or not, here I come!" Kol exclaimed, swinging open. Some kind of gas surrounded him, paralyzing him where he stood.

The noise was getting closer and it was making Claire’s hand shake slightly. She swore slightly and knew Michael would have given her a look. Her eyes started to sting as she thought about Michael. Darn it! She couldn’t die, she needed to get back to Texas, to her friends. Part of her was irrationally hoping this was all a dream, that Shane’s dad showing up at the house, and everything was just a dream.

Claire nearly yelped when the door swung open and she popped her head up from behind a lab table. An eyebrow inched upwards when she noticed Kol wasn’t moving farther into the room. Score!

She knelt back down under the table and flicked a switch. The next second she was crawling across the floor and hitting as many switches as she could. This was a stupid idea, but she was committed. Right, okay, she could be a bad ass zombie fighter. Shane would be proud! Claire popped up near the windows.

“Nothing personal,” she said with a smile before hurling her bag through the window. Claire gave Kol a slight salute, not the smartest move, and scrambled out the window after her bag. She landed hard outside and winced. Ow! She yanked the matchbox out of her pocket and scrambled to light a match. Kol couldn’t die supposedly, but he could hurt hopefully. Claire managed to light a match and stuck it back in the box with the others. The whole thing started to go up and she tossed it quickly through the window. She promptly wrapped her arms over her head and waited for the explosion.

Frozen exactly where he stood. Paralyzed by whatever little trick little bitty Claire cooked up. It didn't anger him. It didn't make him furious. It delighted him. She was fighting back and she wasn't stupid. It didn't last long before he was free from whatever she had done to him.

Kol smirked at her parting words. Oh, she was something else. While it might not have been a fair matching, so far he was considering her a worthy opponent. He was interested in just how much fight she had in her.

He watched as something flew back into the window. "Pretty clever, kid." He didn't try to run. It didn't matter. The explosion wasn't going to kill him. It was just something to slow him down.

"Oh, love. You are quite surprising for a human. Wait, you are human, right?" he questioned, emerging from what was left of the college. “I'm not quite sure we covered that." He'd ruled out vampire, obviously. He figured if she was a witch, well she'd have done something.

Shards of glass rained down around her, biting into her arms, but she didn’t make a sound. Oh God, she had blown up part of the college! She’d never be able to get in and take classes now! Claire removed her arms from around her head and winced at the sight. With some shaky fingers she pulled some pieces of glittery glass free that had tried to make a home in arm.

And then her blood went cold.

Kol had a distinctive accent that would have been nice on a normal day, but now it just made Claire have a faint panic attack. What was it with vampires and wanting to kill her? She yanked one last piece of glass free and sent it flying with a flick of her fingers. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him.

“I am human,” she forced herself to stand up among the chaos she had created. “I am human and I am not afraid of you,” her voice grew in volume in a sort of false confidence. Claire was terrified, but above all else she was angry. She was sixteen and this shouldn’t have been her life! All she had wanted to do was go to MIT or Yale or Harvard, but no. Her parents had sent her to TPU and the rest was history. Claire gave him a defiant look with her eyes threatening to spill tears.

“I may die today, Kol, but I plan on making you hurt in order to get what you want.” She yanked open her backpack and pulled out a canister that she really have been handling with some gloves.Claire pointed it right at him and turned the release valve so liquid nitrogen blasted the vampire. The extreme cold was going to do some damage and that was what she wanted.

"You are quite curious, love." Kol Mikaelson would be lying if he said that she didn't intrigue him. She was strong and she was smart and she so bravely was taking on an Original. She had nerve. That look. It made him want to turn her. Almost.

She thought there was a chance she could win. How cute. While she was well prepared and pretty clever…it did nothing to him.

Kol screamed out in pain as the liquid nitrogen hit his skin. Feeling as though a cold fire was enveloping him. Oh, she may have hurt him temporarily. But that was all it was. Temporary. Soon enough the feeling was lessening until it was nothing more than an annoyance.

And before she could move, before she could blink he was behind her. "Will die today, darling!" he corrected her cheerfully. She was going to die today. There was no chance she wasn't.

"This is your chance to beg, love. Let's hear it."

The scream was a win in Claire’s book. Okay, so the smartest thing to do would have been to run, but for some reason she had little self preservation. She was a genius that was determined to solve her problems on her own. Claire was just too stubborn for her own good and today would be the day it finally got her killed.

No one she knew was here and so no one would miss her.

She dropped the now empty container with a look of pure defiance on her face. Her dark eyes flashed with a mixture of fear and anger, but before she could move to grab anything out of her bag Kol was behind her.

“Go to Hell,” she said instead of begging as she reached into her backpack one last time. The strap slipped from her fingers and the whole thing crashed to the grass. In her hand, though, was one last bottle. “You are no different than the rest of them.”

Claire knew she wasn’t going to get to say sorry to Shane. She wasn’t going to be able to tell Eve she thought of her as her best friend now. She’d never get to lay flowers on Michael’s grave now. And, perhaps worst of all, she’d never get to continue her education. She uncapped the bottle in her fingers and hurled its contents over her shoulder.

"Am I supposed to be?" It sounded like it was meant to be an insult. But he didn't see what was so bad.

Most people here wanted to roll over. They wanted to give up. They whined about what it was they had to do. If she'd gone against anyone else she may have won. But unlucky for her she was up against an Original.

Kol hissed as the contents of some bottle hit his skin. It stung and burned briefly before his skin was already healing. He laughed a little. She was something else. Her bravery even in the face of death.

"You put up a good fight, kid. At least you can be proud of that." And those were the last words she'd here. His hands reached out and snapped her neck. Her body crumpled and collapsed on the ground where she would stay.