Matt Donovan (crazyassworld) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-08-12 11:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | kol mikaelson, matt donovan |
Who: Matt Donovan and Kol Mikaelson
What: Discussing what to do about Vicki.
Where: At Bobby's house.
When: Monday morning, after Kol and Vicki spend the night Bobby's panic room.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete.
Matt hadn't slept. How could he sleep knowing that his sister was locked in a room with the same guy who'd broken his hand for fun, and had compelled Damon to kill Jeremy? By the time the sun began to rise, he'd been pacing the floor for three hours. He hoped he hadn't kept anyone else up, but when it came down to it, he was too upset to care too much.
Vicki had stopped taking vervain. And Kol had used compulsion on her. Granted, said compulsion had saved Bobby's life, and probably Vicki's ultimately, because he doubted that anyone would've hesitated to stake her had she managed to seriously injure or kill the older man.
But that wasn't the point. How long ago had she stopped taking the vervain? Had he convinced her to stop in the first place? And if so, what did that mean? Was he compelling her to do other things, too? He didn't trust or like Kol in the least. He wouldn't put it past him to compel Vicki to kill Elena or Jeremy or him, or anyone else, randomly.
He wasn't a naturally suspicious person. But he'd come to be wary of anything and everything when it came to vampires. Because trusting them always seemed to lead to bad things and frankly Matt was tired of dealing with it all. He'd hoped that Lawrence would be a place where they could all start over, but if Kol was compelling his sister -- even if this time it had been useful -- he wasn't sure how much longer this whole truce could possibly hold up.
Kol had spent the entire night in the panic room with Vicki. He figured it was better for her that way, even if it had made him damn near claustrophobic because it reminded him far too much of the way his brother had carted him and his siblings around in pine boxes for so many years. So, to say that he was actually glad to get out that morning was a huge understatement. Restless did not even begin to describe it.
He knew to expect looks from people. Suspicious ones, fearful ones, whatever they wanted to throw at him--and he hoped it was only aimed at him, Vicki didn't deserve to be judged for acting on instinct--he was ready to deal with it. Only, he had to keep reminding himself he couldn't do anything too rash, no matter what sort of blatant disrespect they tossed his way. There was a truce to consider and all. God, he hated it here sometimes.
He spotted Matt almost immediately and, being an older brother himself knowing how he'd react if Bekah was the one in a situation, he let out a groan and rolled his eyes. He already knew what to expect. Stupid as it could be for him, he had no doubt the older Donovan was going to try and confront him on this. And how the hell would Kol convince him he really hadn't done anything wrong and it was all for the greater good? Well, he'd make that up as he went along.
Matt spotted Kol right away, too, and he folded his arms across his chest. He'd never liked trying to pretend he was intimidating, and he very much knew he wasn't intimidating to one of the original vampires. He had no magic powers, no kind of special abilities of any kind, and frankly, he wasn't even sure how he'd managed to survive the last couple of years. Given everything he'd been involved with, he probably shouldn't have been. But this was his sister. His sister, whom he'd already lost -- twice. And he didn't think he could handle it again.
"How is she?" he asked, his voice low and even. He could tell by the expression on Kol's face that the vampire knew he wasn't a happy camper. But he had to be careful with what he said and how he said it, because he didn't want to be the one to start the domino effect of the truce being broken.
Kol noticed Matt looked rather ready to approach him and he had to take a deep breath and steel himself for this conversation. He couldn't do anything rash or impulsive. No breaking people's hands for giggles and all that.
"She's..." he took moment, searching for the right word. "Shaken. She's too worried about hurting people." It was only after that comment slipped out he realized how very, very different that probably sounded to Matt, so he continued in explanation, "I think she's focusing so much on that fear it's sort of almost trying to become self-fulfilling prophecy."
There had been an idea that had occurred to him the previous night while talking to Vicki. He wasn't sure it would go over well, but if ever there was anyone he had to convince before he brought it up to her, it was her brother. "I could train her," he said suddenly. "To push the bloodlust down, resist, and be fine. But I don't think you'd like it much."
Self-fulfilling prophecy. Yeah. That had always been Vicki's problem. She never believed in herself, and Matt blamed their parents for that. On their dad for leaving and making his sister think he didn't love her at all, and on their mom for being a selfish, emotionally abusive absentee waste of space. And now they were still screwing with her head, even as a vampire. He couldn't help hating their parents for it.
But the idea of Kol helping his sister was almost too much for him to imagine. Kol, one of the Original vampires, who'd done nothing but cause problem after problem for everyone he'd ever cared about. And he wasn't Matt's first choice for helping his sister learn how to be a vampire. He rubbed a hand over his face, remaining silent and then staring hard at the vampire. Did it even really matter what he wanted? How he felt about it? It never really seemed to.
Kol resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Matt's silence. He couldn't even be bothered to be interested in something that might help his sister? Or maybe it was because it was coming from him. Either way, he decided to barrel through his explanation, regardless.
"I'm sort of thinking...it'd be like repeat exposure tests," he said, watching to judge his reactions as he went on. "The more she's exposed, and taught to resist it, the easier it will be for her to avoid incidents like yesterday. And, look, I know I'm not your ideal person for the job, but whether you like it or not, your sister's taken more to me than she has to Caroline or Lexi. I don't know why, but she has." Missing all the fun stuff back home probably had something to do with that, Kol thought. "Killer as I may be, do you think I would teach her to go off and eat half the town and risk exposing all of us to the normal residents of Lawrence?"
What he was staying made sense. At least as much as Matt could understand, not being a vampire himself, anyway. "You're right," he agreed, voice even. "I don't like it." He'd much rather Rebekah be the one to help Vicki, but what if Vicki didn't take to her, either? He looked away, jaw tense. Did he think Kol would do that? He didn't think so, but he also didn't trust the vampire any farther than he could throw him. "But it doesn't matter what I like. What I want." He looked back at Kol, conflicting emotions clear on his face.
Matt took a step toward him, eyes narrowing. "But I'll tell you this. If you do anything to hurt her, or to make things worse for her...I may not have a white oak stake, but there a lot of magic users in Lawrence and I'm sure there's at least one or two that wouldn't mind a shot at dealing with you." His voice was low, warning. He knew threatening Kol was potentially stupid, but he was Vicki's brother and it was his duty to try and protect her, however he had to.
"Figured as much." He said, voice likely far too nonchalant for the serious level of conversation the pair of them were having at the moment. Kol arched an eyebrow at that last comment, though. He could see the conflict written plainly all over Matt's face, but that comment...it didn't sit right with him. "As much discontent as I may have with you, Matt, face it. She's your baby sister, of course what you think counts. Maybe not to me, but to her."
Kol couldn't contain the smirk that spread like wildfire across his lips at that threat. It was cute, really. But he understood it, he really did. He did the same where Rebekah was concerned. And he knew Matt was right, about the magic users, and Kol had a certain respect for them, really, so he didn't want to cross them. "I'm not going to do anything to make this harder for her. That's the point, to make it easier for her to deal with."
Matt knew he was right on that part of it. Vicki did care what he thought. Except she'd always had a mind of her own, and when he'd warned her about not trusting any of the Originals but Rebekah, she'd still trusted Kol. He looked away, his jaw tight. Either way, he'd try and do what was best for his sister. "If she wants you to help her, and she obviously does, then help her." But Matt would be keeping an eye on the situation.
"Good. Just so long as we're clear about that." He took a deep breath. "I'm gonna go check on my sister now." He moved past Kol, heading toward the basement stairs.
"I haven't mentioned this particular idea to her yet." He said, shrugging slightly. "I'm man enough to admit, my ideas aren't always the best. Running it by you, by the others before I say anything to her." That was the right thing to do, wasn't it? Rather than bounding off the deep end and dragging the girl with him. Discussions. That's the sort of thing people did.
"Crystal," he commented, shaking his head slightly as he watched Matt walk away. Well, that had certainly been an eventful conversation, hadn't it?