" You Had That Boyish Innocent That Had The Village Girls Falling All Over To Be Your Wife . " Kol Points

" you had that boyish innocent that had the village girls falling all over to be your wife . " kol points out , chuckling at the memory of himself . and his situationship with serafina , who knew him too well to be manipulated my his charms . " that brother , requires bonding time to catch you up on the family's drama over the last few centuries . "

kol, nothing much had changed and maybe that was something that henrik liked about his elder brother. "oh please, i could never manipulate anyone." he spoke, eyes observing his brother for a moment. "it was you who could manipulate anyone if i recall, although my memory could be a little rusty."

TROY OTTO, S03E01

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KOL MIKAELSON SEASON 1 EPISODE 16 | THE ORIGINALS

No! You won’t think twice about slitting his throat and letting him turn.

of course he'd finally run into damon salvatore again , cursing to whatever godly figure was listening for doing this to him . " well your head is shaped perfectly for batting practice after all . but my days of baseball is over as i have more important things to attend to . torturing you , sadly isn't one of them today . " head tilts , humming in response as he looks around , a mocking tone to his words . " isn't this a free country ? if anyone here looks like a creep it's you . "

Damon squints into the darkness at the sound of his voice, aggravated he'd run into yet another Mikaelson. Though he'd been told they turn out to be decent somewhere in the future, Damon certainly wasn't ready to accept that idea about the one he found most irritating. "Or what?" he calls back, "You'll use me for little league practice?" Last he'd seen Kol they'd had quite the batting session. "Go creep out somewhere else."

he needed to get out of that damn house , feeling as if he would end up right back in a coffin if he even stepped out of line around his siblings and their bickering any longer . perhaps he could blame his craving to tear through the townspeople on some poor unfortunate soul that he lays sight on . the piercing wail could be heard from miles away it seems , casually strolling to where he senses the blood , watching his favorite niece in amusement .

" now i'm never one to ruin your fun , but your little food bank there was annoyingly loud and i'm sure we'll be biting off a few more heads of any newcomers if we're lucky . " the original studies the young girl , brows furrowing in a concern he never thought himself capable of . " what is it ? "

Hope was burning with anger, at a level she hadn't believed possible. The last time that she'd felt anything like it was the day of her mother's funeral, the day she'd detonated a van in the middle of a New Orleans street. The problem was that, as her father had warned her, the depths of her anger were exacerbated by the rush of emotions that came along with her transition into the Tribrid. And with the symbol scrawled on the Lockwood manor's drive, the symbol of people who had hunted her family in the future, she had only a nebulous target for that anger.

It was turned outward instead, and as she stalked the streets of New Orleans anger became rage and rage became hunger. It wasn't like the hunger she'd felt in transition - it didn't make her weak or vulnerable. Instead it made her feel stronger, more predatory, and led to her grabbing the first vulnerable New Orleans resident she came across and dragging them into an alley before biting down hard on their neck, feeling the rush of blood over her tongue before shoving them away once more. As they turned to run, she clenched a fist. "Ad somnum." They dropped like a stone, and she slammed that same closed fist against the ground in frustration. She was out of control, and struggling to find her center. Only then did she notice a presence at the alley's entrance. "They're fine," she called. "Too much to drink."

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