𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧—"𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩"

—𝙆𝙤𝙡𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑—

"𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇, 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇, 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇, 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀'𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙍 girl."

Kol stands up from his seat on the chair, getting in Rebekah's way as she walked through the door into the living room. She moves to the right, and then once again Kol gets in her way, and she huffs out in annoyance.

"Get out of my way, Kol."

"Out all night," Kol smirked, a small laugh escaping from his lips. "What a scandal. I trust you did better than that commoner. Matt, was it?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes, and Kol finds himself wanting to laugh even harder. Annoying Bekah has always been one of his favorite things to do, whenever he wasn't daggered, I should say.

"If you don't shut your mouth, the next thing to come out of it will be your teeth," Rebekah growls, and then Kol hears Nik start chuckling behind him. "Don't start, Nik."

"I didn't say anything," Nik rose his arms in defense, placing the closed book he was reading back on his lap. "Kol, I don't think you have the rights to talk about liking a commoner."

"Are you referring to the beautiful blonde I was with last night?" Kol asks innocently, turning around to look at Nik, a smirk growing on his face. "I'm just looking for a snack."

"Oh, I don't know," Klaus purses his lips, switching from looking at the ground to Kol. "That dance last night didn't just look like you looking for a meal."

"I thought settling for mortals was the first sign of weakness, Kol?" Rebekah jokes, folding her arms together.

"The hunt is what makes it fun, don't you remember that? I'm bored," Kol states, collapsing back on his original spot on the chair, leaving his legs hanging over the edge. "Our sister is a strumpet, but at least she's having fun. I need entertainment."

"What are you waiting for? Go on. Have at it," Nik says, leaning forward to place his feet on the ground.

"It's no fun to go alone. Join me, Nik," Kol whined, leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees.

"Why don't you find that beautiful blonde from last night?" Nik teases with his infamous smirk.

Nik looks at the ground, making Kol roll his eyes, thinking of another way he could convince him to come hunting.

"It's the least you could do after sticking a dagger in my heart..." Kol said with as much sadness as he could muster, and when Nik looks up, his smirk grows.

"Okay, why not? I didn't have nearly enough to drink last night, what with you trying to murder Rebekah's date," Nik states, standing up while walking past Rebekah and Kol. The younger brother smiles, galloping up to follow his older brother.

"Yes, please go," Rebekah turns around to watch Nik and Kol leave. "This house has enough men rolling around in it."

"Just like you, Bekah," Kol smirked pointing at her, and he saw her raise the shoe she was holding in her hand and throw it. He ducked past it by jumping through the open door.

"Good ridance, both of you!"

•••

—𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑—

"Lara, are you ever gonna get your ass out of that bed!"

Clara blinked a few times as she heard her curtains fling open, and groans extremely loud as the sunlight hits her face.

"Ty, get out!" Clara growled, picking up her all white pillow and plopping it to cover her eyes.

"Nope, I'm not going on this morning jog, I'm too tired," Clara whines, picking up the pillow slightly just to show her annoying face while she narrows her blue eyes at her twin.

He was leaning against her doorway with his arms crossed, wearing his usual. A black tank top with a pair of dark blue shorts, wearing his grey nike sneakers. He was ready for their morning jog, ever since their fifteenth birthday, Tyler and Clara always go on morning jogs with each other. It's sort of their thing, having the werewolf gene isn't exactly fun, but unlike Tyler, Clara hasn't triggered her werewolf curse. The jogging helps a lot with anger, mostly Tyler because Clara doesn't get angry that easily or often.

"No excuses, it's like I barely ever see you anymore," Tyler huffs, tilting his head while raising one eyebrow at his twin.

"Nope, no, no, no. I'm not falling for your puppy dog eyes," Clara shakes her head, and then Tyler flashes his doe eyes and Clara caves in from her brother. "Okay, fine!"

Clara gets up from her bed, tossing her grey blanket on top of the comforter. She was wearing a yellow tank top, and a pair of grey softie shorts. She put up her long blonde hair in a tall bun with the black ponytail she had on her right wrist.

"Hey, what's up?" Tyler asked, taking a few steps into her room. His sister seemed stressed, and maybe it was because it was seven am, or the fact of something else.

"No, it's just," Clara sighs a bit, collapsing back onto her bed on her back as she threw up her arms. "Can you believe we're in this place?"

"What place?"

Tyler jumps on her bed, making his sister slightly tense up from being surprised. He sprawls out while placing his hand under ear while laying on the side of his stomach, and Clara leaned back up while criss-crossing her legs.

"I mean, you're a vampire hybrid, I pray everyday I don't trigger a werewolf curse, my best friend is a vampire, and a few of our friends are vampires," Clara shook her head in disbelief, laughing softly to herself. "It's crazy."

"At least our lives aren't boring," Tyler laughs, grinning at the blonde.

"Yeah," Clara smiles back at her brother, pushing his shoulder a bit jokingly. "At least our lives aren't boring."

•••

"Are you with the sexy psycho doctor?"

Clara rolls her eyes at her best friends annoying voice. Currently, Alaric was on the phone with Damon, who still hadn't really gotten back to Clara about snapping Kol's neck in the middle of the Mikaelson ball. They were residing at the Mystic Grill, at her usual spot at the bar, Clara was on the right of Alaric while Dr. Fell was to the left. Clara still wasn't okay with the doctor, since Damon was convinced she was a serial killer, that meant she was equally as convinced.

As Alaric seemed annoyed by Damon's comment, Clara snatched the phone out of Alaric's hand, and put it up to her ear instead.

"Goodbye, Damon," Clara smirked, even though he wouldn't be able to see it. "When ya get your good sense back, call your best friend."

And with that, Clara hung up the phone and handed it back towards Alaric, who took it hesitantly.

"Sorry about that."

"Does he still think I'm a serial killer?" Dr. Fell asks, and then her eyes lands on Clara, probably because she knows that she certainly don't trust her.

"He's a little judgmental."

"Speaking of..." Dr. Fell drifts off, digging into her bag hanging on the chair.

Clara stopped listening to all the ways Alaric was still okay, about CT scans and left or right handed killers. She spotted Matt helping a few girls at a table, and when he looked up, she waved hello. He smiled, waving back towards her, and then started paying attention again to his table.

"Wait. You think the killer's a vampire?"

Clara was suddenly intrigued, a vampire killing the founder council? Can't say they don't have it coming to them, since they're all basically dicks.

"There no other suspects. It's the obvious conclusion," Dr. Fell concludes, looking at Alaric for an answer.

"Ah, come on now."

Clara turned to her left, where Klaus and Kol had just taken their seats. Kol next to her, and then Klaus next to Kol. She let out a puff of annoyance, and Kol seemed to chuckle at her doing so.

"Great," Clara muttered.

"Let's not go blaming the new family in town just 'cause you lot have got yourselves a killer at large," Klaus explains, placing his arm on the bar counter. "Oh don't mind us. My brother and I are just here to let off some steam."

The whole time Klaus was talking, Kol was staring deeply at Clara. He didn't even blink it seemed like, like he was studying her carefully.

"Right, Kol?" Klaus asks, turning to his little brother.

"Right," he smiles, mischievously.

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