𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚—"𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚"
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"𝙊𝙆𝘼𝙔, 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙄 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 enough."
Clara had her fangs hooked in the man's neck, gulping heaps of all the blood she could possibly want. In truth, it was the absolute best thing she's ever tasted. The metallic bitterly taste would need getting used to, but the blood was satisfying every nerve in her body.
Clara ignored Kol's statement, instead moving her fangs deeper in the man's neck as he let out a small grunt under her flinching pressure. Her eyes kept fluttering open and shut, and she pondered this event would be the second most pleasurable moment in her life, I think you can guess the first.
Kol placed his hand on one of Clara's shoulders gently, but when she released her fangs from the man's neck it was only to hiss at the brown haired boy, flashing her sharp teeth in an attempt to get him to leave her alone.
"Seriously, Clara, you're going to drain him."
But frankly, Clara didn't care. All she wanted was this blood lust to go down some, because the rest of her body kept telling her to drink endlessly.
She dug her fangs once again in the man's neck, drinking whatever was left. Suddenly, she was pushed backwards, making her lose her grip on the man and as he started to fall to the ground, Kol caught him under his armpits and lifted his lifeless body up so he would be standing on his two feet. Clara growled, immediately taking the steps closer to once again feed off the man, but Kol rose his hand in front of her chest, an exasperated look on his face. "You're going to kill him!"
Instantly, the bloodshot eyes and veins disappeared, and her fangs went back into her gums as she let out a rather loud gasp. She rose her hand to touch her lips, where blood was smothered all over and smeared on her chin. She started breathing rapidly as it looked like the man was near death, and she felt the tears fill her eyes as she couldn't stand the sight that she did this.
"You're going to forget ever seeing us," Kol starts, looking deeply into the man's eyes as he nodded slowly. "You had a smoke, went back inside, and covered your neck because your girlfriend is freaky."
The man stands up on his own, which seemed hard, but he was compelled to move away so it's not like he had a choice. He cracks open the back door from the Mystic Grill, and walks inside without another word. After doing so, Kol then whips around to see how Clara was doing. Frantic, would be the perfect word.
The blonde glanced down to the side of her hand, where the blood was smeared over it. She gazed up to meet eye contact with Kol, fear crossed in her eyes as the guilt started building in her gut.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," the girl choked out, swallowing harshly on her words as she felt the pain tug on her heart. "I-I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Hey, it's okay," Kol reaches forward to place a soft hand on her shoulder, but she moves just out of reach.
"None of this is okay!" The girl snaps, throwing her arms up helplessly. "I am a vampire. I am going to feed on people and I'm going to hurt people and I'm going to kill people!"
"You're not going to kill anyone, Clara, you're—"
"—Name one vampire that hasn't killed someone, Kol, name one."
Kol opens his mouth to say something, but utterly shuts it back as he knows the blonde is right. He couldn't think of a single vampire that hadn't killed a human, and deep down he knew Clara would eventually commit the crime. Whether it be an accident or not, blood would still be stained on her hands.
"We will figure it out, love."
"This was already a mistake, I should've just died," Clara shook her head, pointing her index finger at Kol accusingly.
"Don't say that, ever," Kol interrupts, his tone laced with a bit of cruelness. Then he softens up a bit as he saw Clara's hurt reaction, and continues. "You'll adjust, just like everyone else. Your friends are here for you, I'm here for you."
Clara used her available hand to run it through her messy blonde locks, untangling a few knots as she did so, and started walking back and forth a few steps as she tried to think.
"Is that what you are?"
"What?"
Clara stopped pacing, and glanced up to look at Kol with a tilted head. She bit her lower lip as she was staring at the boy with her soft blue eyes. He looked at her with curiosity, as to what she was mumbling on about.
"Are you a friend? Or more?"
Kol eyed the girl up and down with gentleness, and she could hear his heart beating a little bit faster than usual.
"I told you, Lara, that I'm not good for you."
"So... us kissing? The sex? It meant nothing to you?" Clara asked, and sadness tugged at her heart, which Kol clearly saw.
Harder than ever before, because maybe in her heart she knew she had feelings growing for the cute, snarky chestnut-eyed boy. She found his sarcastic comments already made her laugh, or his impeccable looks, or how he has kindness in his heart even when he doesn't want to show it.
"Hey, no, of course not," Kol knitted his eyebrows together, he walked a few steps forward so he would be just in front of Clara. He raised his hand, to gently touch the blondes face with his palm while grazing his thumb on her cheek bone — rubbing in small circles. He looked at her with such tenderness, she thought she'd just melt from his touch. "I care for you so much, it scares me, love. You're such a good person, and I don't want to make the wrong influence on you and ruin that."
Clara's eyes fluttered as Kol raised his second hand to grab the blondes, intertwining their fingers as his rather rough palm. The feeling of their skin touching felt like every atom in her body was tingling, and she sucked in a large breath as she tried to control the light red blush starting to appear on her cheeks.
"Then what are we?"
"Whatever you want us to be."
A smile crosses Clara's pink lips, and she gave Kol's hand a squeeze. She leaned forward by cutting off all the space between them, connecting her lips with Kol's. It was a soft, yet passionate, kiss. After a moment, the brown eyed boy pulled away with a grin that almost reached the corners of his eyes. Seeing the boy genuinely happy made Clara happy, and she was still a bit shocked she even had this affect on him.
"We should go," Clara stated, making the boy ultimately groan from the loss of contact as she backed away. "I need to talk to Damon, and Tyler, and everyone else."
"I'll drive."
•••
After returning home, Kol had begged Clara to use her shower. As much as she wanted to join the brown haired boy in the relaxing water, she needed to call everyone and inform them of what exactly happened. Mostly leaving out the part of her and Kol.
To be honest, Clara still didn't know exactly what the duo was. Friends with benefits? A couple? Just friends? Kol said he'd leave it up to the girl to decide, but she wasn't even sure what she wanted. He puts up a good act about being the bad guy, but sometimes, he does ultimately become the bad guy. She's heard the stories of Kol's bloodlust, and although she's never really seen him get too out of hand, the thought of one day walking in on him surrounded by murdered bodies frightened the girl.
"Hello?"
"Damon, hey," Clara breathes out, suddenly feeling much more calm from hearing her best friends voice. "I just wanted to let you know that, um, I fed."
"Clara, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you today. Elena got in trouble with Alaric and Klaus and then banged her head pretty good. Stefan and I are about to dump Klaus's annoying ass somewhere. At least we have that to celebrate."
"Wait, what?" Clara gapped, utterly confused by Damon's ramble about what had happened today. She figured something had went wrong with the boys disappeared for half the day and didn't call or text, which made Clara a bit sad mixed with angered, but she wouldn't say anything about it. "You're dumping Klaus? No, no, no, Damon, I'm with Kol now. How the hell do I tell him you guys are killing another one of his brothers?"
Clara turned to the bathroom door connected to her room, and even with her normal hearing she could still hear the shower running. She didn't want Kol to walk in on her having a conversation about Kol's potential dead brother.
"No, we can't kill Klaus because he makes up our bloodline, well, that's if he isn't lying," Damon explains, and Clara felt the pity and guilt start building in her gut. "We're dropping him in the ocean, or somewhere where no one can save him."
"I think I like Kol."
The phone suddenly went silent, which was a first for Damon because he always seems to have words sputtering from his mouth. Clara could only hear his intake of breath, and then release of it. Awkwardness and tension filled the line between the two best friends.
"Are you serious?"
Clara was suddenly getting more angry by the second, and she could only point that out to be because everything is amplified. So her madness, would only get worse.
"I'm sorry, you're going to be the one to lecture me on who I'm supposed to like and who I shouldn't, Mr. I like my brothers girl,"!Clara snapped, and bit down on her lower lip to the point she could start tasting the metallicness, to make sure she didn't say anything else. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you, I just... I don't know what all these feelings mean and he's been there for me when—"
"—I've been there for you, that doesn't mean you like me like that," Damon interrupts, and Clara only rolls her eyes at the boys boyish response.
"That's because you're my best friend, plus I don't understand why any girl would want to like you," Clara retorts sarcastically, making her best friend laugh over the phone. She missed this, just chattering with the boy and making dumb comments that make them both laugh. "Also, you're not dumb hot like Kol, man, was God extra when making that boy."
She heard Damon's snort over the phone, and she swore she even heard Stefans laugh in the background.
"I usually would've commented on that statement, but, I'll give you a pass this one time since obviously you need to get your eyes checked," Damon replied, and she could almost see her best friends smirk through the phone. "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy, Lara."
Clara smiled at the boys kindness, even if he couldn't see it, and felt a sudden rush of relief. The last thing she would've wanted to do was chose between her best friend and the boy she possibly likes, which she feared most about telling him about her feelings for the hazel eyed boy.
"Thank you, Damon."
"Anything for you, princess."
a/n: thank you guys so much for almost 5K, i still can't believe how fast this book is growing holy smokes <3 <3