The Simple Task of Flipping - Kol and Anna
Anger was coursing through her like a raging river. Of course, the initial shock and sadness had to wear off first but that only had taken moments after she had left the house. Revenge. Anna was never one for such a thing but this time, it was personal. Her mother had been staked in the comfort of their own home. They hadn't disrupted human life. They hadn't even been feeding off of them like the tomb vampires had wanted but that just couldn't set well with that silly Gilbert hunter. She had never felt such a hatred so strongly before until she had felt this. Jonathan Gilbert would die by her hands and she'd be damned if anyone tried to cross her path. Without her mother, Anna was nothing. She was a scared child on the inside and she knew it. She knew she wasn't half the vampire or the woman her mother was. Yes, she had survived a hundred and fifty years without the woman, but this was different. At least then, she had hope of getting Pearl back, now? Now that hope had been ripped from her.
There was no higher power to calm her anger. There was no one around to tell her that everything was going to be okay and she was just thinking irrationally. No one was there to pat her back or to hold her and wipe her tears away. That sadness and pain had quickly blinded her with anger and hatred. She vowed it would be Gilbert blood to bring her mother back and she lived up to that, using Elena's blood and now, it would be Gilbert blood to quench her thirst of revenge. She had made her way back through town, silent as the night that had surrounded her. Quick movements kept her invisible from the human eye and it didn't take her too long to appear outside of the house that she had known Jonathan Gilbert was residing in for the night. Probably plotting to take down the rest of her kind, no doubt. Anna came to a stop, chocolate hues blazing red with hatred as she worked the plan over in her mind before she started to make her way up to the porch, oblivious to anyone that could have been possibly watching her.
A small, frail looking hand wrapped around the door handle of the front oak door, giving it a slight twist as a sinister smirk crept across her perfect lips as the door creaked open. What a fool for leaving such a thing unlocked. She had questioned calling out his name, playing with her pray for a moment or so. Make him suffer like her mother probably did but she decided it against. Anna stalked through the foyer of the house, blending in with what shadows she could manage to hide in, eyes peeled for any sign of the human but to no avail. She was alone in the house the smelled of him. A low growling hiss left her lips as she moved, walking back outside, lost in her own anger as she ran smack into a body. "Are people so blind they cannot watch where they are going?" She questioned, the words slipping from her lips long before she looked up only to see the Original. Her breath stuttering ever so slightly now. "You."
