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tetheredtoelena asked: Kill me

psychotickol-a:

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leave  a  “ KILL  ME ”  in  my  ask,  and  i’ll  write  a  drabble  about  my  character  killing  yours.

        she didn’t want him, not anymore, and it was something that hurt more than kol would ever be willing to admit aloud. of all those in his life, past and present, annabelle was the closest that he had ever come to loving someone. but he should have known that close wasn’t enough. everyone needed love —- even him, and yet he was INCAPABLE of giving it to the one person that he wanted to. perhaps a part of him had known from the moment he had seen him again, jeremy gilbert all grown up and living under a new name, that she would go back to him. jeremy, joshua, whatever it was that he went under now could give annabelle the one thing that kol couldn’t and he HATED him for it. hated how small and insignificant it made him feel. that for all the years spent with her, all the time and the moments of vulnerability and closeness they had that it wasn’t enough.

            kol found him easily and perhaps that had been by design. he had never really struck him as a man whom valued his life enough to run when he knew that he would come for his life. kol had a hold of his throat, and had his back pinned against the crumbling brick wall before joshua even knew that he was there. the moment he saw the recognition in his eyes, kol snapped out a hand, grasping a hold of the gun holster and tearing it away. hurling the weapon to the ground, stripping him of the stakes and the crossbow bolts before he drove him to his knees before him.

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   kol bared his teeth like a feral animal, the whites of his eyes coloured red with blood and blackened veins crawled up beneath the soft tissue of his cheeks and beneath his eyes like some deadly sickness. he had woven his rage and his hurt and his jealousy into his skin, until the feelings seemed to pour from him like some tangible thing in the air, pressurized and made solid. he had taken her from him. even now, with annabelle no where in sight, kol could imagine the way she might throw herself between them and plead for his life, the way she would look at him … like a monster. kol panted from the effort it took not to tear his head off, not to rip his throat out with his bare hands.

instead, kol raised his wrist to his lips and used his fangs to tear open the delicate flesh and if joshua made an effort to speak, or yell or argue, kol couldn’t hear it as he shoved his wrist against his mouth like he was barely refraining from breaking his teeth with the force of it. he waited, waited until the blood smeared across half of his face, until he was sure that he had drunk it and only then, did kol pull his wrist away. in that moment, kol leaned forward and the smile on his lips bared his fangs and his bloodied eyes bore into the other’s gaze with a sharp and monstrous intensity as kol snapped his neck with a single jerk.

       annabelle wanted him ?  well then, kol would give him to her for the rest of eternity.

  1. kxboom said: (bangs fist on table) good content
  2. psychotickol-a said: cheap dollar hooker kol lmao
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