Bothering By The Bayou || Kol & Hayley
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In all of her years as a street kid, Hayley had encountered her fair share of creeps and violent creatures. She was no stranger to come face to face with monsters, but Kol seemed to be an entirely didnât beast. Everyone had a weakness and could be removed from the world of the living in some way. Kol literally had the loophole to that solution running through his veins. He was fairly invincible, and that meant having to work around all of her usual angles. Hayley ran a hand against the side of her face in annoyance, disguising the gesture as an attempt to move her hair behind her ear.  âWhat do these little birds say? You must know by now you canât trust gossip. It can lead you down the wrong paths.â Hayley suggested. She doubted Kol would reveal what heâd heard about her or why she was more useful to him alive than dead. Yet, she couldnât just let the issue go without trying to get more out of him.Â
âWhy donât you do us all I a favor then and join your friend Death?â Hayley muttered, clearly exasperated at the prospect of having to continue living with Kolâs presence anywhere near her own. His small anecdote set the hairs on the back of her neck on edge. A mild âthank youâ for the treaty flashed across her mind. Hayley wasnât naive; she knew Kol could dispatch her on a whim, treaty or no treaty. It just seemed that Lady Luck was playing to her favor, and Kol seemed remotely obedient to the laws that lay. âEver think you kill things because you canât kill the things you hate about yourself or accept them?â Hayley reflected, evergreen hues skirting across the others as a brow perked in interest. After all, the man he killed could have very well been a surrogate for himself. The way Hayley saw it, having no way out had to be frustrating. Kol could flaunt and boast all he wished, but the alpha knew anger and rage didnât just come out of no where. Somewhere, there was a source, and Kol didnât seemed equipped to deal with it. She went to open her mouth to say chaos wasnât welcomed anywhere before her lips pressed together. Hayleyâs head didnât turn in the direction he pointed, reluctant to take her eyes off of the vampire. Though, she left her senses focus more in that direction for a moment before she let out a breath. She couldnât feel much of anything, but it couldâve well been because she was on such high alert because of the man in front of her. Hayley couldnât let her senses fully commit to sussing out whatever Kol was suggesting. Eyes rolled sharply before a slow whistle slipped through her lips as he stepped away from her. âGuess itâs a good thing Iâm not an old dog then. I can still learn new tricks.â Hayley replied, not entirely dismissive of the comment she didnât know everything.
Personally, Kol liked to think himself the loophole to everything, though even he wasnât that big-headed. Of course he knew that all things would come to end eventually and that included him, but heâd already lost what had brought him the most joy in the world so what else could possibly happen? And of course, there was nothing more dangerous that a being with nothing to lose. âOh thatâs between the birds and me Darling, strictly need to know.â Even to someone like her, that he barely considered a threat, he wasnât about to reveal any more information than necessary. Knowledge was power and Kol guarded his jealousy. âThough rest assured, or perhaps perturbed, that I know more about this town and it players than any would like me to.â Heâd already won over the few independent witches (theyâd been more than willing to help him out after he revealed his intentions for dear old Marcel).
âOh I think not; weâre all the closer for never meeting face to face.â he told her lightly, smirking since it seemed his little tale had a rather good impact. Murder and death came so easily to Kol; all his siblings of course had their own moments of massacre and chaos but he was the one whoâd made it into an art form. Well, an art form to him anyway, ânightmareâ may be the word that others preferred to use. But regardless it kept him happy and engaged with the world around him. There were always more people to act as dinner, playthings or simple stress relievers. And then the little wolf thought she could psycho-analyse him? How funny. Kol stuck his bottom lip out and looked up slightly, as though giving the matter a great deal of thought before idly saying, âNo.â and smirking, âI kill things because it excites me, or because they annoy me, or because itâs a Tuesday.â he shrugged, âPeople are like dolls for me: entertaining but one big twist and off pops the head.â Â Â
And frankly, Kol refused to look deeper into it than that. He didnât care about what his dear siblings thought or what anyone else in the world did either. He was an original vampire, practically un-killable and he ripped swathes of destruction in his wake for no other reason then it made him smile. Speaking of, he was grinning down at Hayley reacted to his words on the Bayou; she made physical change but he suspected there was a change enough in her mind to countenance the thought. Kol chuckled at her little choice of metaphor, âMy my a dog are we? Well, you said it not me, Fido.â he said lightly, âThough youâve a great deal to learn and given the state of play around here you may not have much time to learn it. Shame really.â he said with another shrug. Â Â















