Kol Mikaelson kills for sport. (itchtokill) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2014-05-05 11:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine pierce, kol mikaelson |
Kol & Katherine; A warning and a truce. Sort of?
Monday afternooon 2pm, May 5, 2014; Mikaelson Manor
R (language, specific/colorful threats of torture/death, etc...);
Complete
"If you want the chance you are so desperately seeking, you have to put in the effort or you may as well walk away from my brother now and save everyone the trouble."
Kol was tired. He was tired of the fighting in his family. He was tired of the drama that seemed to spring up around every bloody corner for them. He was tired of threats and conspiracies and he was just tired. And that, above almost anything else, was why he was meeting with Katherine today. That and, of course, his love for his eldest brother. No matter how stupid and asinine he thought his choices may be, Kol loved Elijah. He was practically the only father any of them had ever truly known. He'd failed them at times, but they'd all failed each other at times. It was a guilt Kol knew that, even when he didn't show it, Elijah always carried. But Kol knew in his heart that Elijah had done his best, around Nik's neurotic need to control them, Elijah had done what he could. And because of that, Kol owed him. Even if this wasn't what he would have chosen to cash that debt in on himself.
He had told her to meet him at their home on Monday at 2 o'clock. 'Don't be late and don't be a bitch.' A small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth as he remembered what he'd told her. Kol wasn't sure how this would go. It had two, very opposite possible outcomes. Either he could find it in himself to suck it up and tolerate the bitch for his brother's sake or...she could ruin any chance she may have with him at all. Kol was predicting the latter would be true, if not today, eventually. But he supposed for now, he should give her the benefit of the doubt. Or something.
The knock at the door was faint, but oh, he heard it loud and clear. Even a simple knock on their door struck fear in her. It was an amusing thought as he opened the door, "Well, if it isn't the Skank of the Millenia." he snarked at her immediately, smirk firmly in place as he stepped aside, "Come on, then." he watched her carefully as she slipped inside. He supposed if he'd never known her, or Tatia, or Elena, she might be pretty. Gorgeous, even. But everything he knew about her, everything he associated with that face, it made her the ugliest person he'd ever laid eyes on.
Katherine followed him silently into the living room, only the click-clack of her heels on the hardwood floor breaking the heavy silence between them. Had her heart needed to beat, she knew it would be pounding hard in her chest just now. Thankfully, that wasn't an issue as she took a slow breath in to hopefully help level her voice when she spoke. "Thank you for meeting with me."
"Oh, it's not for you that I'm doing this," he piped up, spinning on his heel to face her before he dropped rather gracefully into a chair, hands folded in his lap as he stared up at her, studying her. Kol had become a master at reading people. After being around as long as he and his family had, anyone would have. People watching had been a bit of a habit of his.
"I know, but thank you all the same." she said with a slight nod.
"Well, go on. Sit down." He said, motioning to the array of seats she could take. Naturally, she went for the couch furthest away from him. He smirked slightly. That fear. It was something he thrived on more than he admitted sometimes. Causing that reaction in people...it was just so much fun. And when he despised said person? It made it a thousand times more satisfying. "So...go on, then. Give me your pretty speech, I'll give you my comments after."
"Okay," Katherine said, her voice a little thicker than usual and she licked her lips before she spoke again. "I know that there is nothing I can do to change what I've done to your family through the years. I can't change the past, I know that, but I can make changes for the future. I'm not asking you to like me, I'm not asking for forgiveness. Just...please give me a chance to prove I'm worthy of your brother's love. Just...tolerate that he's with me."
Kol tilted his head slightly as he considered her words. But that's all they were, just words. Words he'd heard before. Words he could no longer put a drop of faith in. And they both knew it. "I expected a longer speech." he admitted, chuckling softly. "Decided to forgo the long-winded dramatics, Katerina?" Rarely did Kol actually call her by her true given name. In the exact opposite manner of Elijah, Kol only referred to her as Katerina when he was being precise and serious, where his brother called her Katherine in those same situations. "It's good that you don't expect this to fix anything. Because I don't think you can. Ever. You can't fix it, can't change it, and let's be honest. You wouldn't, even if you could."
Katherine didn't say a word, only gave a simple shrug of her shoulders and it was that attitude that got to him. The carelessness. That, more than anything else, was what made him doubt her. She didn't have the passion, the ferocity that he felt she should have. She didn't even try to defend herself anymore. She was hardly a shadow of the one he'd known for so many years. It was perplexing, but he supposed people could change. He had, in many ways, in the past year. It hadn't even been a year yet, actually, and still he'd made a lot of changes. Perhaps she did as well. But mostly, he doubted it. Oh, he wanted to believe it, her really did, for Elijah's sake. But there was just something that told him her betrayal of his brother was inevitable. "Do you care for Elijah? I mean, I know you care. The way the weak depend on the strong to defend them. But do you really care, Katerina? Because I'm not sure you do. You don't fight for him. Or yourself. It's pathetic. What happened to you?"
She bit her lip and considered what he was saying. Some of those things had run through her own mind when she was busy attempting not to have a panic attack the night Elijah had given her, her choice. His ultimatum hung like a weight on her shoulders and she wasn't sure how long that would stay, but she would wear it properly and feel every bit of pain that it brought her. "I've been through...a lot since I've been here. More, I think, than I ever went through back home. Things that hit harder, cut deeper. And a lot of that...it changed certain things. Mostly...I'm just tired, Kol." She shook her head, raising her eyes to look at him directly. "I'm so tired of fighting all the time. Fighting to stay mere steps ahead of your brother. To keep anything and everything I do under wraps. To stay alive. I'm tired of fighting to be seen as something else, of trying and failing, of putting myself out there just to be shot down. And I know I haven't done the best job of trying to change people's perception of me, but I just...every time I try, it either backfires and explodes in my face or I'm just shot down simply because I'm me and of course, I couldn't possibly be doing the right thing with no personal gain or hidden agenda. I'm just...tired."
That, at least, was something Kol could relate to. And that annoyed him. He didn't want to ever have a single thing in common with her. And he'd never admit it, not out loud. But he did get it. Fighting against reputation was a constant, uphill battle and the weak could not handle it. He could hardly handle it at times and Kol was not weak by any stretch of the imagination. However, he had to say something to her, even if he did not agree with her own tactics. She did the exact opposite of him. She...gave up. He kept trying. For whatever reason, Kol just couldn't give up. Not on his family, not on his friends here, not on any of the decisions he'd made since being in Lawrence. Kol just kept going, despite everything stacked against him. Katherine...she got tired, and just avoided it completely. It was cowardice. "You're an idiot. It doesn't matter if you're tired of fighting. If you want the chance you are so desperately seeking, you have to put in the effort or you may as well walk away from my brother now and save everyone the trouble."
That, though. That struck something in her. And her eyes suddenly lit up with the fire he remembered. "I am not walking away because this is hard, Kol. If I didn't care, I would not be here, talking to you right now and you know it. I will take whatever you and your siblings throw my way, I will jump through any hoop I have to, to prove I really do love your brother. But I won't get on my knees and plead for acceptance or forgiveness. I'm done begging. Accept me or don't, I don't care. But if you care about Elijah the way you say you do, you'll find a way to tolerate me."
As much as he liked that spark he was seeing, there was a point that would need proving now. Kol was on her in an instant, pinned her to the nearest wall with his hand around her throat. "I want you to get one thing clear right now," his voice was low and threatening, his face only inches from her own. "I care about Elijah more than you can dream of caring for anyone other than yourself. And you have no say in what I do or do not do for my brother. You will prove yourself or you will walk away. Because if you hurt him, if you break his heart again, it will only end in a race as to which of my family can catch you first. And if it's me, I promise I'll make it as long. And slow. And painful as possible." The promise was sealed only by a tighter grip around her throat. "And I know you have your little tricks, I will bleed you dry of any vervain you may be taking. I will compel you to carve your sins into your own body and while the wounds are still fresh, I'll pour salt and lemon juice in every open wound. Do not hurt my brother or betray his trust again, Katerina. Or I'll make sure you wish you were dead." The last bit was spoke slowly, as if he were specifically choosing his words and there was a bit of an almost gleeful lilt in his voice, just begging her to push him to this point. "And then, when I get bored, I'll pass you off to Nik...and then Rebekah...and anyone else in this town that wants a piece of you. And eventually, when we get bored...and we kill you..." an evil little smirk played on his lips before he leaned in and whispered against her ear, "I'll make sure you never leave the rack."
And in an instant, as if nothing had happened, he let her go, stepped back and smiled. It wasn't a real smile, but a smile nonetheless. Katherine regrouped quickly once she was released and gave him a cold glare. "Threatening me. Classy, really." she straightened her clothes out and looked at him again.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have far more interesting and important people to see. You can let yourself out, right?" He smirked and watched as she turned on her heel and click-clacked her way towards the front door.