inertia

Jesse scoffed at the response, feeling its familiarity. As they had been with Finnick, Jesse’s intentions were often pure, but, unfortunately, were also often misconstrued, and he was growing fucking tired of it. “Fuck off,” he muttered, swiping at the blood that dripped down his chin with the sleeve of his jumper. With urgent matters to attend to, there was no point arguing about it right then, but it left Jesse feeling even more miserable about his current situation than he had been earlier. Right then, a favour from the vampire was the last thing he wanted, so he shrugged. ”Yeah, great, whatever.” But not a moment later, Jesse was being shoved again. This time, he went with the motion, sliding down the wall in defeat. “— Fuck’s sake. You’re welcome, asshole!”

Kol was about to make a snide remark, impatience already nagging at him, until Jesse stumbled along the words ‘your buddy’. With Annie hospitalised, and his relationship with Scott currently strained, there was only one person applicable to the word. Finnick. Kol’s jaw tightened, rapidly overcome with an overbearing sense of responsibility and worry. The rambling certainly wasn’t helping, making it difficult for Kol to understand the key details, and his temper got the worst of him. He reached out, grabbing Jesse by the collar of his t-shirt, yanking him forward in an attempt to stop the flurry of unnecessary vocabulary. 

“— Hey!” Jesse yelped, surprised by the forceful yank, staggering forward. “Let me go, man, I’m just tryin’ to fuckin’ help.” But his plea had little effect on the Original, grip unchanging as he stared him down. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Jesse would’ve put up a fight, even if he’d have lost. He hated being manhandled. Shooting the vampire a glare, face aching, he answered truthfully. “He’s on the tracks, up top. He must’ve jumped down or somethin', but I couldn’t get him to move again. ‘Kay? That’s all, now get off — ” Jesse shoved again, stumbling backward as he was finally let go. “Bitch.”

Kol was propped up on his sofa, reading a copy of Hamlet he’d managed to find in an old collection of books. He was reminiscing about the days where he’d compelled people to perform the play for him, smirking as his eyes glanced over the words. He grew distracted, though, when he heard heavy footsteps down the corridor, accompanied with the scent of dried blood. With a narrowed expression, Kol looked up and towards the direction of the door, hearing the accompanied knock a moment later.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Jesse leant his head against the wall as he waited, impatience growing with every second. The asshole could move at the speed of light but was now taking nine hundred years to reach the door? “Yo, bitch, it’s gettin’ hella serious out here!” With his free hand, Jesse bashed on the door again, genuinely worried the vampire wasn’t in. It wasn’t like the blonde had a back-up plan. He had no idea who Finnick’s other connections were except for maybe some other Victors, and didn’t want to draw attention to himself by asking around for help either. Just as he’d begun fretting, glancing down the empty hallway, the vampire opened the door.