1458 Paris, France
Mikaelson Manor
The blood was hot.
It melted on his tongue, warming his body, and tasting so incredibly rich.
Kol snickered to himself, 'rich'. He looks at the body of the peasant, carelessly having been dropped onto the ground, swiping the droplet of blood on his mouth with his thumb and bringing it to his lips.
He scans the dirty brown hair, the cloth for clothes, the unhealthily paled skin, and lazily thinks to himself about how many he'll get to burn. The very thought sends a thrill up his spine, disregarding the fact that his brothers would violently protest this decision he's made.
"KOL," His sister's voice gets more grating everyday they're in this godforsaken place.
He turns to face her, finally done with the last of the blood, watching her walk into the gardens entrance, furiously shouting, "WE ARE TO HAVE A BALL TOMORROW AND YOUR DIMWITTED SELF DECIDES TO EAT SOME PEASANT?"
"Rebekah, my dear sister, eating a couple of peasants won't get in the way of your big party. In fact, I rather think the nobles would like there being less trash out roaming the streets." He motions to the bodies, strewn across the garden (he thinks he sees one in a flower bush), and knows his sister is unimpressed with the way she clenched her jaw.
So, naturally, Kol says, "They shouldn't be the only ones being happy with this, you'll have less competition with these pretty things being gone." Kol points to the woman he had just dropped, a decently attractive young girl, although the malnutrition definitely reached her.
His sisters face twisted, and he could see the anger in her eyes. He was excited, Rebekah had been going on and on about her new lover, some noble named John, and he was more than happy to take some of his frustrations out while she tried to gouge out his eyes.
"Must you do this?" Elijah asks, Klaus by his side, watching them amused.
Rebekah immediately whips around, and Kol already knows she's no longer willing to fight. "Kol is making a mess of the gardens, I want to be able to show them to Jean." Rebekah says, Kol can practically see the pout on her face.
He just blinked at his disappointed brothers because, Rebekah's plaything was named Jean?
"My apologies for not keeping them clean so you and your 'true love' can roll around in the grass." He mocks, making a kissing noise at her.
"You'll attend the party tomorrow," Klaus says, stepping between them before Rebekah could weigh the pros and cons in lunging at him.
Kol stared at him blankly, was he serious? "You can't be trusted to not bring more attention to us, we need to stay focused on blending in. We cannot risk Mikeal ruining our fun." Klaus says, waving a hand to their extravagant clothes and expensive jewels.
He laughs asking with amusement coloring his words, "You want me to attend a party full of humans and not kill a single person out of boredom? I'd rather eat one of these peasants socks." Kol says, pointing at the peasant that was laid between him and Klaus.
Rebekah and Elijah were off, Elijah was reassuring her that the gardens would be cleaned for her and Jean. Klaus steps around the body, moving closer. "You will do it, or you can go with Finn. See how much fun you'll have there." Kol stares at Klaus, determining his seriousness of the threat.
"Don't go and get your knickers in a twist brother, I'll be there. Perhaps I'll entertain myself and find someone with a worst taste in clothing than you," Kol says, walking past his brother, who watched him with a slightly offended look on his face as he walked away.
Hello all! This is my first story, it's been floating around in my head for quite some time, so I decided to finally write it down. Constructive criticism is welcomed, and comments are appreciated. No beta, just me looking over it and putting too much trust in autocorrect.
FYI: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, or anything in that universe. I don't own Harry Potter or the cursed child (bleh). All rights go to their creators, I just am using their content for my own creativity (highly suggest watching the shows though, I definitely enjoyed them).
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FanfictionKol Mikaelson didn't care. He didn't want to attend this party, he didn't want to hide his bloodstain to avoid comments from Elijah, and he didn't want the smell of peacocking humans to burn his nose. Mortala Peverell wanted to have fun. They didn'...
