Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-10-04 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | annabelle, kol mikaelson |
Demon!Kol & Anna
Meeting for "Drinks" which is just code for I'm capturing/torturing you for a few days, apparently.
Backdated Thursday night, September 26, 2013; Streets of Lawrence
PGish actually/Complete
"How about those drinks, then?"
It had been a long day.
And not the good kind, which really, she was pretty used to. She was going to do her best to look on the bright side: Jeremy didn’t care about her, but she was alive. Or undead. Whatever. Plus she’d made a few -- okay a couple -- of friends, which was more than she’d had back in her own world, really.
Mac had agreed to meet her for pizza and she was looking forward to that. But she was also tired. Everything lately was bad news it seemed. Katherine killing Jeremy back home. Elena getting sent back. People getting gifts from Lucifer, little kids getting possessed. Finding out that Mac was also dead back home. All of it took a toll. But she was trying not to focus too much on any of that right then.
She caught sight of a familiar figure and paused for a moment. As much as she did her best to fly under the radar of anyone with the potential to hurt her, she found herself enjoying talking to Kol Mikaelson. It was basically impossible to avoid anyway, considering how much he was on the message boards. So she hesitated, then lifted her hand in a wave.
The damn host had been arguing up a storm today and it was getting on his last damn nerve. ”They’ll figure you out.” he’d said, ”Someone will see you or they’ll notice or you’ll slip and they’ll know and you’ll be sent back to the Pit where you belong.” Oh, but it didn’t stop there, no, this one was mouthy, very opinionated, and that was party of why playing him was so very easy. ”You fucking prick, you’re ruining everything! Everything I’ve built back with my family, it’s taken months to get where we were and you’re ruining it!”
But finally, he’d gotten tired of it and decided to find something to do that might shut the bastard up. Maybe drinks for now. Innocent enough, and he could always make it fun later if the desire and mood struck him so.
He hadn’t expected to find any familiar faces out on the streets just yet, but there was, just there in the short distance. A smirk fell over his lips and he approached her when she waved in his direction. “Well, well. What are you doing out there, then? Not safe to be traveling alone, you know.” He kept himself skillfully in the shadows just so, so she couldn’t quite see his eyes, black as coal and a dead giveaway.
Anna cocked her head slightly, smirking at his response. “It’s not usually something I’m concerned about,” she reminded him. Being a vampire for over five hundred years certainly gave her an advantage that the majority didn’t have. She figured as long as there weren’t any magical vampire debilitating devices, she was probably okay. Unless she ran into Lucifer. Or Death. Neither of which she had any desire to deal with. Ever.
She knew of course, that it was inevitable. Though her instincts were clearly honed on flee for the whole apocalypse situation, she wouldn’t. Not when she had people in Lawrence that she actually cared about. Not when she knew they wouldn’t run with her. A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. It was that exact thing that had gotten her killed back home, really. If she hadn’t been so afraid for Jeremy’s life due to the other tomb vampires, she would have been safely out of Mystic Falls and Jonathan Gilbert never would have seen her again. She would have avoided him for the rest of his life.
Kol, of course, was right. Love made people incredibly stupid. Not that she’d ever admit that to him. “What are you doing out here alone?” Her voice was light, teasing.
“Well, that’s certainly cocky, isn’t it?” He smirked. She did have that sort of air about her, just a bit anyway. He supposed she probably saw it as assurance, confidence, but it was just as easily misconstrued and twisted into something else by the right person.
He chuckled softly, “I have even less to worry about than you do.” he admitted, knowing it was only equally cocky as her own assumption moments before, if not more so. “I was thinking of going for a few drinks. Did you want to tag along, love?” Company hadn’t been on his agenda for the evening, but plans were so easily changed.
“I guess it could be considered cocky,” she said with a shrug. She didn’t care one way or the other, really. Plus it wasn’t like Kol was modest. Frankly he was about the cockiest person she’d ever met. Well, he and Klaus, but in different ways. She supposed though, that if anyone was going to be cocky, it made sense for it to be the Original vamps.
She glanced back in the direction she’d been heading. “I’m supposed to meet a friend for pizza but I’m early, so I guess a quick drink is fine.” The last thing she wanted to do was get on the bad side of anyone who was impossible to kill and had an unpredictable side.
“That’s a girl,” he smirked, his tone nothing less than completely patronizing, but he knew she would follow. She was one of the smart ones. The one that actually feared the Originals and their power and what they could and very well might do if given the proper reasoning and opportunity. It was making his job that much easier to do.
“You got one of those little gifts people’ve been getting lately, didn’t you?” He glanced over at her, waiting to see the look on her face, any minimal reaction. He was having so much fun wrecking the lives of these people. And they all made it so damn easy.
Anna’s smile slipped just a little. Just enough to be noticeable. “Yeah, but it wasn’t a big deal really.” Which was kind of a lie. It was a big deal. But it wasn’t anything she hadn’t already figured out, months ago. It had become clear to her just after her arrival that Jeremy wasn’t interested in her at all. And she shouldn’t have been surprised. Really, she hadn’t been. He’d wanted to be turned into a vampire so he could be with Vicki Donovan. But she’d thought that…
Well. It just didn’t matter anymore. She’d always be there for Jeremy if he needed her, and maybe that made her pathetic. But love, for a vampire, wasn’t nearly as fleeting as it was for a human. She wasn’t going to just get over him. Not for a long time. But she wasn’t going to subject herself to watching them together or lingering around him. She’d burned the photo of Vicki and the note that had come with it.
“You sure?” He arched an eyebrow at her. The lie was rather obvious, really. The slip of her smile, the trying too hard not to care attitude. Not that he really cared, he just had to play the part and even if the pair of them weren’t incredibly close, they were friends on some level, weren’t they?
“How about those drinks, then?” He said, motioning for her to follow him. All he needed was one moment of distraction and then he could take her. Because he had a bit of fun in mind for this one.