" 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."

uncle ... of course there was another kid running around . " which of my lovely siblings do you belong to ? i'm afraid i'm not quite caught up on who's popping up from the future yet . " the kid looks like the original just broke his heart , which made kol feel somewhat uncomfortable .

His smile slowly fell as a look hurt replaced it. Sure he didn't expect another version of his uncle to welcome him with open arms but to push him away? It was almost like losing his best friend. "Right, uh," he looked down, visually similar to a kicked puppy, "sorry, I thought you were the uncle I knew," he laughed weakly, "I'll leave you be, my bad, man"

the fact that camille most likely didn't know her own son weighed down on him . no , he doesn't have a good relationship with either of his parents , but he at least knew that his mother loved him enough for the both of them . his plan was to break it to the woman who she was to him and seanna , but decides to have a kind heart for once and leave her be . " your line of work has probably saved most of these dreadful idiots in the future . at least you have a future , right ? "

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"So it wasn't enough that whoever pulled us from the past and the future to the present time also stitched together New Orleans and Mystic Falls," Cami muses. "And supernatural creatures exist. No you're telling me there's a company that's trying to eradicate all those creature's? Creature's of which people that I end up caring for in the future are? I think I chose the wrong line of work."

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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𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 : kol mikaelson @darkskiesrpgstarters

if the wildest of the mikaelson clan sent his enemies or toys to seemingly the depths of hell where they belonged , kol expects them to stay there . not particularly concerned much with what was going on at the moment with people returning , he tasks himself with something far more important to his personal cause . this part of the small town was normally abandoned , even by the loners , which is why the original chose it . he senses the presence far before he sees the person , leaning against the brick wall as he studies their moves . " restricted area , should turn around . "

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KOL MIKAELSON SEASON 1 EPISODE 16 | THE ORIGINALS