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Kol was lonely. The realisation wasn’t new or surprising, but it still stung. Reminded him of some people he left behind. Or maybe they were the ones that left him first. In the end, it didn’t matter.
(Except that it did. Except that he had to tell himself that all the time, because otherwise his heart kept bleeding with guilt and his hand started shaking. He repeated the words in his mind all the time. They left him. They left him. They left him .)
Nevermind. He didn’t want to think about that . No, he should get coffee instead and maybe feel a bit more alive and upbeat. Coffee did that to him. Coffee was great.
He went to the coffee shop near his home, the one which coffee didn’t taste like cardboard. He was ordering his usual (latte with two shots of espresso and as much sugar as possible), when someone bumped into him. His wallet fell from his hand to the floor and all the coins hit the ground with a metallic sound.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” said a dark-haired girl with a guilty expression on her pretty face. “Let me help you with that.”
They picked up the coins and after Kol gave the cashier an appropriate amount of money, he pocketed the wallet.
“Thanks for the help,” he said, smiling in an attractive way. At least he hoped it was attractive - this new body was still a bit confusing, even after spending about seven years in it. To be fair, he had a thousand years to get used to the one he was born in, so seven years really seemed like a flash. “Come here often?”
God, that really was an awful pick up line. Overused, too. When did he get so bad at this? What a disgrace.
“Actually, I’m going to New Orleans. My car’s just broke, so I’m getting coffee.”
Kol appreciated the prioritisation. Coffee truly was the best thing humans have come up with.
“Seems reasonable. I can take a look at your car, if you want.”
That was something that surprised Kol about the 21st century. Or maybe more specifically, him in the 21st century. He was great with cars. Fixing them, driving them. God damn, driving them . He loved driving cars. Maybe if they were invented when he turned, he wouldn’t have been as depressed as he was. And as angry, too. Driving was awesome. Coffee was awesome, so when the cashier gave it to him, he moved to the right and let the girl place her order as well.
She ordered black coffee with two shots of espresso and no sugar or milk at all.
“If you could take a look, I’d really appreciate it.”
He was going to look at a broken car. God, his day just kept getting better. Pretty girls, cars to fix. And his coffee was good, too. Very sweet, just like he liked it.
He did, in fact, take a look at the car and diagnosed the issue. A quick fix, with good equipment. Ten, maybe twenty minutes. He told the girl as much and offered to be the one to do the honours.
“If you have the time, sure. I’ve just realised, I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Davina.”
She held out her hand and he took it with a strange feeling in his chest, like there was something he was supposed to do, to know. He frowned.
“Kol, good to meet you.”
He didn’t know what in the world possessed him to use the true name, but he the feeling made him, as stupid as it sounded. And his feeling was rarely wrong.
It was right with Silas and the stupid Cure. It was right about Lucien, if the rumours he had heard were true and he really almost killed his siblings.
(Kol remembered learning about that and wanting to go to New Orleans and be there, help his siblings, make the odds more even, but before he could make the decision, he’d heard they'd kill Lucien, Tristan and his crazy sister. They managed without him, just like they always did. He wasn't an important member of the family. He wasn't even useful. He was nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.)
“Hey, you’re alright?” asked the girl, Davina, with a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to shake it off, maybe break it (not in this body, in this body he wasn't strong enough, but maybe with his magic?), but she was pretty and he wanted to fix her car, because he loved fixing cars, so he didn't.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I have all the things I need in the car, so we should go get them.”
He was excited, sue him. When he was in his Vampire body, all he felt was hunger, anger and loneliness, so the excitement was a nice change. And yeah, it’s been seven years since mother put him in this body, but he still felt as if it was new and every sensation it brought was surprising.
And the magic. The magic was the best part. He could wash his dishes with it. He could break someone's neck with it. He could do anything he wanted with it. It was awesome. He could even feel the magic of the people around him. It gave him that strange sensation in the bottom of his stomach, like there was something pulling him in. Like…
Like a connection that he could feel right now in the girl, in Davina and he felt a grin spreading on his face, because fuck, this had to be the best day of his life.
“You're a witch.”
Davina looked at with surprise written across her face, her body tensing and she looked ready to curse him here and now, right in the middle of the street, with people around them.
It was hot.
“How do you know?”
He looked at her with surprise.
“I can feel it. Can't you feel mine?”
He sent a spark in her direction, just a tiny bit of magic that made its way from his hand to her forearm. She flinched.
“No good experiences with magic?”
“You could say that,” she said bitterly. “Let's just say that Ancestral Magic isn't my favourite thing in the world.”
He grimaced. Ancestors were difficult to work with. Their magic was more safe than, per say, Dark Magic or even Connective Magic, but witches were power hungry and lots of them were ready to do absolutely anything in the name of the Coven. Like the Harvest.
“Are you from New Orleans?”
Her expression turned even darker.
“Yeah.”
“The Ancestors there are really something. I’ve heard about a ritual there, they called it the Harvest…”
He remembered banning it, but who knew what the witches got up to without his presence. He knew his siblings were in town, but they were about as knowledgeable about witchcraft as their parents about actual parenting. Which meant, not at all.
Besides, knowing Nik, he’d be glad to let witches do the exact thing Kol told them not to. Hell, he’d encourage it probably.
“Oh, believe me, I know everything about the Harvest,” Davina said bitterly, lifting her head higher and then he saw it. A pale scar across her throat.
“Are they still alive? The witches that did this?”
Davina shook her head. They got to Kol’s car, an old Mercedes that he stole from some old vampire that he found in San Francisco. He was a part of the Strix, so Kol snapped his neck with his magic, carved out his heart and sent both the body and the heart to Tristan, just because he could. He was angry then, so angry, because the rumours about Tristan’s little cult bothering his family were particularly worrying, something about hybrids and werewolves and Kol was tired of doing nothing.
He was happy that Davina did something though, with her Harvest situation. Or someone else, it didn’t really matter, as long as justice was served.
“Good.” he said, opening his trunk and getting the things he needed. “Let’s fix your car, shall we?”
It turned out, Kol was wrong about it being a twenty minute fix. As soon as he fixed the one part he thought broken, he discovered another one just as fucked up. The car was a wreck. It needed at least a week in the mechanic, but he attempted to fix it anyway, because he wanted to spend more time with Davina and well, he loved a challenge. He chatted with her about nothing in particular, swapping stories about family (apparently she was going to visit her adoptive father in New Orleans) and when she asked about his family, he laughed bitterly.
“They’re all crazy as loons, but they think I’m even crazier, so they pretty much despise me.”
And yeah, maybe that was a bit too honest. Not something to say to a person you’ve just met.
“Are you?” Davina asked, sipping on her coffee and watching him carefully. She had intelligent eyes. In some strange way, she reminded him of Elijah. “Crazier than them?”
He smiled mischievously.
“In some ways. I’m more reasonable than them, though. You can talk to me without feeling like you’re talking to a brick wall. Not guaranteed with them.”
She laughed, short and surprised like that was not the answer she anticipated and he wondered if she ever met witches who weren’t preachy, self-righteous assholes. Knowing New Orleans covens, probably not.
“Are they witches too?”
He shook his head.
“Not my siblings. But my mother was,” he said with a sour expression. He had some fond memories with his siblings. With his parents - not so much. “She was a bitch. Still better than father, but a bitch.”
Davina looked at him with understanding and he remembered the scar. Yeah, she probably knew something about bitch mothers. When she spoke, he could hear the anger in her voice.
“Mine was ready to sacrifice me in a blood ritual.”
There was hatred there too, and maybe disappointment, but no fear. No fake bravado, like the one he put in his own voice when he spoke about his family, because in reality he was scared shitless.
“Mine watched as my father stabbed me,” he said then, like it was some weird ass competition.
“No wonder you’re crazy then,” she answered, taking another sip of her coffee. “I got lucky with my adopted father, though. So I guess that cancels out.”
Kol wasn’t sure if it worked like that but then, what did he know. He didn’t have any other parent figures besides Mikael and Esther. Well, except if you’re counting Elijah’s attempts at mother henning.
“Tell me more about him. You have a stepmom too?”
Davina laughed.
“Oh no. He’s dating my…” she bit her lip, probably searching for good words to describe her situation. Kol knew a bit (a lot) about messed up families and he recognised the “how the hell am I supposed to explain it all to you” look that he himself have used many times before. “Well, it’d be hard to explain her relationship with me without it sounding all kinds of strange and wrong, but she’s dating Marcel. That’s my dad’s name. They started dating when I was sixteen and have broken up more times than I can count.”
Kol hummed.
“Sounds like my little sister. And my older brother too, now that I think about it. They have all kinds of messed up love lives. Love doing that on/off thing too.”
Kol himself have never been into that kind of stuff. Sex, sure. Relationships? He’d rather burn in hell, especially when he was a vampire. In this new body it felt different - time didn’t pass as quickly, minutes and hours more stretched out - but when he was still an Original, the world was spinning too quick for him to let himself get caught up in a relationship. There were better things to do and he didn’t need or want the stability that came with a longer relationship.
“It infuriates me,” Davina said with a scowl. “They break up, he gets pissed off at everyone for a month, she takes me shopping - and I fucking hate shopping - and then they have loud sex on every flat surface available. It’s like they live in a bloody rom-com and I’m a side character who keeps walking in on them awkwardly! I shouldn’t be comedic relief, Kol!”
Kol couldn’t help but laugh at her little rant and Davina flushed furiously, blush spreading all over her face.
“Yeah, I can tell that really aggravates you,” he said, aiming for seriousness and failing when a grin split his face. “Didn’t you think to retaliate, somehow?”
“How am I supposed to retaliate, Kol? It’s not like I have a boyfriend to do obnoxious PDA with.”
Interesting.
Kol didn’t comment on that new piece of information and instead they started talking about music, some of his life choices clearly shocked the younger witch, because she looked at him with wide eyes when he asked who the fuck Ozzy Osbourne was.
“What do you mean, you don’t know who he is?”
He shrugged.
“I mean that I don’t know who he is, darling. Is he a popstar or what?”
She shook her head, both in disbelief and in answer to his question.
“Metal. And don’t call me darling.”
“Metal? You don’t seem like a metal kind of person. You seem like a classical music person or maybe pop. Taylor Swift or something.” He couldn’t resist a smile. “And come on, don’t make me do this. Everybody loves a pet name.”
She raised a brow.
“Not everybody, pumpkin. Especially not from literal strangers.”
He put a hand over his heart.
“Harsh, darling, very harsh. I’m fixing your car and I told you about my crazy family. That has to count as something, doesn’t it?”
“Sure, sugar,” she said sarcastically and watched as he took a final look over the car. “And you’re right, I do listen to classical music. Definitely not pop music, though. Sorry to disappoint.”
Kol sighed heavily and wiped off his hand on his trousers.
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of the bad news, but your car is shit. You’ll need to take it to the mechanic. Truth be told, I don’t even know how you got this far with it. It should’ve crashed four hundred miles ago.”
She shrugged and finished her coffee.
“I figured it’d need more fixing, so you don’t need to worry about the bad news, sugar. I’ll call my mechanic, we’re not that far from New Orleans anyway. It just sucks, cause I’ll have to find a place to sleep here and we’re having the reunion tonight. Or I suppose I could call Marcel, but I’m not really keen on doing that.”
Kol bit on his lip. He liked this witch. Liked the sarcastic way she answered his remarks, the way she didn’t seem fazed by anything, not by him or by his stories and he couldn’t help but want something more. A few more hours. A day. A week. Something, anything, beyond a goodbye.
“I can take you.”
Davina looked at him curiously and for a moment he thought she was going to say no, but then she nodded.
“Okay.”
The ride was filled with heavy banter, arguing about the radio station and quick laughter. It was the nicest Kol has felt in years.
It was only after they found their way to the French Quarter, that he realised where Davina was leading him. He could feel dread filling him as he parked near his old home.
The Mikaelson compound, standing as tall as ever, was a painful reminder of all that he had lost and the family he yearned for, yet avoided for years. The knowledge that his family was there, that they were having a family reunion without him, it felt like a slap in the face.
Kol really should have asked for Marcel’s surname. Marcel . Davina was a New Orleans witch. He should have connected the dots twenty kilometres ago. Instead, here he was, hands trembling slightly as he turned off the engine.
“Want to come in?” Davina asked, oblivious to his internal turmoil and smiled at him encouragingly. “I could use someone on my side when I’ll inevitably get into a fight with my…” she made an unreadable gesture with her hand. “My uncle or grandfather or whatever. Klaus. He's an ass.”
Klaus. Grandfather. Uncle. Klaus. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I…” he started, not really sure what he wanted to say.
“Unless you have something better to do, obviously,” Davina said with a sheepish expression that turned into a smirk when she said the next sentence. “Or you're afraid of the big, bad Klaus Mikaelson.”
Kol wasn't afraid of Klaus Mikaelson. Well, not of him killing him or something. He was afraid of seeing him, though. He was afraid of looking his brother in the face and regretting leaving. He was afraid of the words he might hear about himself during the family dinner or worse, no words at all, because they all have forgotten about him already.
“You know, you could've told me that I was giving you a ride to a meeting with the devil,” he said instead, fake bravado present as ever. “Maybe then I'd reconsider my generous offer.”
Davina laughed, short and sweet and bloody hell, he liked that girl too much.
“Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. So, what's the verdict? You're up to meeting the most dysfunctional family on the planet?”
He didn't know why she even asked him to come along. Surely it couldn't’ve been only about him supporting her in the arguments with his brother. She had Marcel for that. They met an hour ago.
Maybe she felt that, whatever it was that Kol felt. That connection between them, stronger than just two magic users recognising the magic in each other. It was like their minds were connected.
Could you know someone for an hour and feel like you've known them your entire life?
“Is there free booze?” he asked, feeling stupid and reckless, because that was an spectacularly bad idea, but he always liked bad ideas.
Davina rolled her eyes.
“They're rich as hell, of course there's free booze.”
Kol grinned, magic flowing in his veins and opened the car door.
“Then there's no reason for me to say no, isn't there?”
Damn his family for doing a family reunion, damn Davina for bringing him here and, most importantly, damn him and his tendency to do reckless things just for the thrill of doing them. Damn it all. He never should have found himself in this position.
It was all going reasonably well. They got to the compound, Kol didn’t cry or have a panic attack, his magic didn’t blow the place up and in general, he was pretty content with his non emotional reactions to things that would’ve made him lose his shit a couple years ago. He was feeling proud of himself, even, because his reaction proved one thing he was trying to accomplish since he ran away - he wasn’t as batshit crazy as the rest of his family. If Klaus was here, arriving at a family reunion he wasn’t invited to, he’d have stormed inside and put daggers in all of their hearts. Even if they didn’t have the means to invite him. Because Klaus was a lunatic who thought that the world revolved around him.
But Kol was fine. Kol was normal. Kol was a functioning member of society who could be reasonable about things and who could go to a family reunion and not lose his shit.
Those were his exact thoughts when it all went to hell.
One second, he was walking with Davina, laughing about something she’d said and not thinking about his family waiting for him right around the corner, and the next he was pinned to the wall, a hand around his throat and angry eyes looking into his.
“What the fuck,” he managed to choke out and then his hand was in the air and he was giving Marcellus the headache of the century. “What the fuck, mate?”
“Marcel!” Davina shouted, her eyes opened wide and suddenly the courtyard was filled with the Original vampires and one annoyed brunette. Kol stopped the spell, satisfaction running through him as Marcel started panting heavily from his spot on the floor.
“You said you were coming alone,” Marcel said, like it was a good explanation for him attacking Kol. He finally got up and looked up at Kol. “Thanks for the headache.”
Kol grinned and three more people came to the courtyard. A blonde woman, probably his new sister Freya, a dark skinned woman who felt like a werewolf and a little girl he was almost sure was his niece, Hope. Kol was doing his hardest not to stare. That was Nik’s spawn. Holy shit.
“Thanks for the choking. That’s how you always greet guests?”
“Most certainly not,” said the person on his left and Kol’s heart almost stopped.
Elijah’s voice was as calm as ever. In fact, it seemed like nothing has changed over the years. His eyes were as wary as before, his suit as elegant as always and there was nothing in his appearance that indicated any change whatsoever. Kol should have expected it. They were vampires after all - not changing with time was kind of their thing. Still, it was surprising.
“Excuse my acquaintance for his behaviour. He must have gotten carried away. He’s very protective of his daughter.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” Kol said with a snort.
“Acquaintance?” repeated Marcel disbelievingly and Kol saw Nik hiding a smile.
Elijah ignored both of their words and outstretched his hand.
“Elijah Mikaelson, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
If his half-murderous, half-disgusted look was any indication, Kol would say that it probably wasn’t a pleasure. Kol wondered what it was that made Elijah dislike him almost immediately - his trousers smeared with oil, his crumpled T-shirt (he hated ironing his clothes) or the way he seemed to irritate Marcel by simply existing. Or perhaps Elijah was as overprotective of Davina as Marcel was.
And now was the time to give Elijah a real reason to dislike him. Kol smirked and shook Elijah’s hand.
“Kol, great to meet you too, mate.”
Kol saw the exact moment Elijah’s expression fell apart. Oh, it didn’t crumble completely, of course not. His confident smile remained the same, his hand was sure in Kol’s and his stance was as intimidating as ever, but his eyes told a different story. His eyes were full of anger and sadness, and hate and a million other emotions Kol couldn’t even name and he felt his smirk widening.
You could hear a pin drop, with the silence that fell over the courtyard. He could see Rebekah going pale in the corner of his eye and Freya was looking at her with something he couldn’t figure out, because he didn’t know her yet. Klaus was almost shaking with emotion and Kol forgot how easy to read his brother was. The brunette woman raised her brows and the dark skinned woman next to Hope just looked lost. His niece was looking at him curiously and he allowed himself to smile at her fondly.
Finally, he looked at Elijah again. Elijah, who hasn’t dropped his hand yet. It was beginning to sweat.
“You alright?” he asked like he didn’t know he just gave him a mini heart attack.
“Is this a joke?” Nik growled. He looked like a mad dog. It was very amusing.
“Do you think I'm joking about my name? Because that’s not a very funny joke, mate, and I’ve got a better sense of humour than that.”
Soon enough, he was pinned to the wall again . Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut for a change.
“Eugh,” he choked out, because saying any actual words was impossible with Klaus’s hand around his neck. His grip was considerably stronger than Marcel’s.
“Klaus!” Davina shouted again and Kol considered giving Klaus a headache too, but then the Hybrid might actually kill him and God, this was a spectacularly bad idea, wasn’t it? “Let him go! We met by accident, this isn’t some grand plot to kill your family.”
“Control yourself, brother.” Elijah.
“Let him explain himself, Nik.” Rebekah.
“Why doesn’t he get a headache?” Because he wasn’t suicidal. Dumbass. Also, Marcel.
“Enough with the drama, Klaus.” Who the fuck knows her name.
“Let him go, brother.” Freya. Maybe not as fucked up as the rest of the family.
“What’s going on, Dad?” Hope.
“Eugh.” Him. Again.
“I am controlling myself, Elijah.” Klaus.
“Sure.” Who the fuck knows her name again. Kol was starting to like her.
“Let him go right now, Klaus, or I’m going to break your neck.” Davina. Hot as fuck.
“No broken necks until after dinner.” Elijah. Kol would laugh if he could breathe.
“According to who?” Klaus.
“According to me.” Elijah.
“For God’s sake, Nik, he’s turning purple.” Bekah. Was he really? Fuck.
“Dad?” Hope, with puppy eyes this time.
“Eugh.”
Klaus finally let him go. Kol bent in half, coughing violently. Bloody hell.
“This isn’t how it usually is, I promise,” said Davina, patting him on the shoulder.
“Don’t lie to him,” the brunette girl from before. “It is like this usually. You just get used to it. I’m Hayley, by the way.”
Was she the baby mama? Kol couldn’t remember. He finally stopped coughing and realised he had spit all over his face. Before he could wipe it with the back of his hand, Elijah handed him a handkerchief.
“Thanks,” he said and looked at Hayley again. “I’m Kol, but I guess you already know that. Is that a controversial name or something? Cause I swear I didn’t get that kind of reaction about something I’ve said since I told this one bloke he’d look good bent over a table.”
Hayley gave him a flat look.
“There’s a child here, you know.”
Kol looked at Hope, who was standing behind her mother, looking nervous, and winked.
“I bet she’s heard worse. What’s your name, buddy?”
Hope smiled shyly at him and Kol saw Bekah in her, as clear as day. That child was a Mikaelson, there was no doubt.
“I’m Hope. Are you my uncle Kol?”
He shook his head.
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“It’s okay, I have an uncle already. I don’t need more.”
God, this child. Where did it come from? How could Nik create something so cute ? He could hear his siblings arguing around him, but decided to ignore it for now. Clearly, Hope was more deserving of his attention.
“Yeah? And which one is your uncle? The one in the suit or the one who doesn’t like me?”
Hope giggled and Kol could feel his cold, black heart melting.
“I think they both don’t like you.”
Ah. There they are - Klaus’s genes. He hummed thoughtfully.
“I think you may be right. Wanna see a magic trick?”
She fidgeted with her hands and he wondered if it was because he was scared of him, because her father just tried to choke him to death or if it was because of her father for the same exact reason.
“Okay.”
He crouched down next to her and looked up at Hayley who was looking at him with suspicion. Definitely the baby mama.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt her.” He looked back at Hope and smiled. “Give me your hand.”
Hope did as he said and he covered her hands with both of his.
“Papilio Lux.”
He took his hands away and sighed as a sense of calm filled his body. The butterfly made of light flew away from Hope’s outstretched hand and his niece’s eyes followed it with amazement.
“Can you teach me that?” she asked with a wide smile. “It feels so good!”
“Of course. And I’m glad it made you feel good. That means that the spell worked. It’s a comfort spell, its purpose is to make you feel better.”
“Get away from my daughter, imposter!”
Oh for Christ’s sake. Not a moment of peace in this house. He rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, making Hope giggle. He didn’t want her to think he was afraid of her dad, even though he had every reason to. God knew this child was hurt too much already, being born to this family and all.
“I was just showing her a comfort spell, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
Klaus bared his teeth like some kind of angry dog. Kol hadn’t seen his brother in years, yet here he was, fed up with him already.
“Get away from her or I’ll…”
“No,” he cut in, glancing at Hope who fidgeted with her hands again, the comforting spell being for naught apparently. Bloody hell. “Shut your mouth, Klaus. You just tried to choke me to death and yet here I am, trying to comfort your child and instead of being grateful or at least fucking neutral, you try to threaten me and distraught her even more. Do you ever think about what you’re teaching her with this kind of behaviour? Treating people like that infront of her isn’t how you get her to be wary of strangers, which I’m sure you in your eternal genius are going for, it’s how you get her to be a paranoid ass who’s also afraid to say anything even mildly upsetting in front of you, because you might react by ripping her guts out. So pull your head out of your ass and shut your mouth.”
And there was the quiet, yet again. Kol wondered if those were his last moments on Earth, but maybe Klaus did change after all, because instead of tearing him apart, he just huffed and looked around uncomfortably.
“I’m not scared of Dad,” Hope said quietly and Hayley put an arm around her shoulders.
“We know, sweetheart.”
Don’t worry, it’s just a matter of time , Kol wanted to say, but opted to stay quiet. He wanted to be the favourite uncle after all. Even if Hope didn’t know he was her actual uncle.
“If anyone wants to choke me after this, can you give me a warning beforehand? I’m gonna take a deep breath or something.”
“Couldn’t your date be any more annoying?” Nik said, glaring at Davina who seemed thrilled by his words.
“He’s not my date actually, he was only supposed to give me a ride here and maybe meet you all, but now that I see how much you like him, I think I’ll invite him to the entire event. What do you think, Kol? Think you can spare a few days and eat some food in good company?”
She batted her eyelashes and put her hand around Kol’s arm. Klaus looked downright murderous now. Kol was getting fonder of the witch by the minute.
“I’m sure the food will be spectacular, but I’m not sure about the company,” he said and watched as the vein on Nik’s neck pulsed. Oh how he missed pissing off his brother.
“Well, I’ll be there. Surely it’s enough?”
Davina was smirking at him, clearly flirting, and now Marcellus looked pissed off too. Marvellous.
“Surely. Thank you for the invite, Miss Claire, I gladly accept.”
“Great,” Davina said and kissed him on the cheek, right in front of her annoying dad. Rebekah was physically holding Marcel back now, hand on the forearm and all. Kol grinned and he knew that Bekah was amused too.
“No outsiders allowed,” Nik barked, clearly wanting to get his hands on Kol again. “Only family.”
Davina frowned, seemingly lost. It was all a fraud, of course, but it was fun nonetheless.
“But Keelin’s here.”
“Keelin is dating our sister, Davina,” Elijah spoke, voice calm and levelled. Always in control. “As her girlfriend, she’s entitled to be here.”
And wasn’t that a curious development? He wondered how his parents felt, down in hell, with the knowledge that all of their children except for the boring one have taken to bedding people of their own sex. Even the non-vampire, Freya!
Life truly was full of surprises.
“Kol is my boyfriend then.”
And there was another one.
Kol was okay with that surprise, though. Even more than okay. Davina was funny and smart and liked pissing off Nik almost as much as he did. For all he cared, they were a match made in heaven.
Besides, Davina was complaining about not having a boyfriend to do PDA with just an hour ago. He would be more than glad to fill that position. He got to stay at the reunion and she’d get some sweet revenge on her dad (and oh Lord, he just realised that fucking on every flat surface available comment was made about his little sister). Two birds, one stone.
Three birds if he got to get laid in the process too.
Was it unethical to think about his brother’s granddaughter like this?
Kol barely contained his laughter. Jesus Christ, that was some fucked up family tree.
“Well, better check up on your new boyfriend then, D, because he seems to be choking on air,” Marcel said and that actually made Kol laugh out loud.
“Thanks for the concern, mate,” he said and then decided that if he was here to annoy Marcel, he could as well go all in. “Hey, you don’t happen to be the former King of the Quarter, right?”
He saw Rebekah and Hayley exchange exasperated looks in the corner of his eye and grinned as his sister’s boyfriend began choking on his own spit.