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Lara I felt a jolt, from an engine starting up. My eyes opened to the sound of seagulls, and the calm sounds of the waves crashing. I was a little disoriented as to what was going on. All I really remember was Elijah opening the door to Kol's house, letting me in, to finding a note from Kol to Elijah, along with a duffle bag full of pills...then Elijah running after me...chasing me out of the house, through the backyard and onto the dock and to Kol’s boat. I shivered at the flashbacks of last night, my heart hurt and ached knowing that Elijah was one of the best liars ever. If there was an award for being the king of all the liars Elijah would easily be awarded it. All those times and opportunities that he could’ve hinted or told me about...I know one doesn’t just simply tell someone that they’re selling drugs—but he was my best friend. One of my dearest childhood best friends. I thought our friendship was strong but it too was built on top of lies— or at least that’s what it felt l
Twisted Love Twenty.
“Kol, don’t tell me that it’s a temporary problem when I've been drowning over you since that night you drowned.” Lara's voice got softer and softer. It was like she couldn’t even look at him. “But it is, daisy love...I have to leave this town with my tribe whether you believe me or not. It's my duty. I have to go. And-and I promise I'll come back to you.” Kol tried wrapping his arms around her waist but she pushed his touch away as she shook her head, she was clearly upset. It’s not like Kol takes pleasure in leaving her again, hell he just got back. He didn’t expect to be leaving again or at least so soon. He’s not exactly leaving this town and Lara off on a good standing either, ‘he came back from the dead’, she found out what he did for a living, Elijah goes and does whatever the hell he chooses and really fucks up, she gets lost at sea all night, Kol’s rut happened and he feels ashamed of what he did even though she never told him to stop or anything. Now she’s feeling ill and
Twisted Love Twenty One.
Lara I’ve never seen so much rage in Kol's eyes and in his demeanor before, it was stronger than a tsunami’s powerful rage of the ocean... My tea mug slipped from my fingers that previously were grasping tightly onto the clay cup. It shattered onto the wood floors of this boat, just in front of my bare feet. I quickly moved as far as I could into the corner of the daybed. I froze in fear. ...And I couldn't look away, my eyes were locked on Kol. Even if I wanted to look away I didn't think I could do it. My fear took control of my body. Kol fell to his knees as if he was fighting something off, even when there was nothing attacking him, he didn’t let up on fighting “that” something back. He was shouting for me to go to Santo, but I didn't. I couldn't...I couldn't stop watching him…. He was on his hands and knees trying to control something from coming out of him or something. Was I right? Was Kol mentally ill? Was he a psycho? My train of thought was blown away when Kol’s legs
Twisted Love Twenty Two.
Kol What would distinguish a night from a dream? Within the former, there are fears, anxiety, and sadness...You are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. Your mind knows what lies in the darkest corner of your soul and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. My dream dangles a fantasy beneath my nose, giving me a teasing smell of what I want, but cannot have. A normal, happy life with Lara Daisy-Jane. A dream is what I wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could’ve been silenced and not have become a reality, but could’ve stayed a figment of my tired imagination. I thought I could trust Lara with my secrets regarding who I was and what I became uncontrollably… She wanted me to show her that I could just change and become what I told her just as if it was nothing like it would be so easy for me just to shift into what lingers inside me. She just assumed that I could control everything that I beco
Twisted Love Twenty Three.
Kol My joint burnt my finger because I forgot I lit it. I brought it up to my lips one last time, taking a big hit from it before I put it completely out in the ashtray that was in the middle of the small table. Looking over at Lara again I sighed, walking over to the small drawer next to the daybed and I opened it pulling out a pair of boxers, as I let my towel around my waist fall. With boxers and jeans on I reached for a hoodie from the same drawer when I did so the very old small box that was under the hoodie I grabbed had caught my eye. I stood there looking at it for a few moments longer before I slipped on the dark olive-colored hoodie over my head. I went to shut the drawer, but my tempting hands stopped pushing the drawer shut. my left hand quickly reached in and grabbed the small black velvet box as my right hand closed the drawer completely once my other hand pulled the box out from the drawer. I looked over at Lara's sleeping body once more, reaching up to grab a smal
Twisted Love Twenty Four.
It’s been three weeks since Lara had witnessed Kol's rage episode when he shifted and turned into a beast. Ever since they got back from the moon wolfbane harvest, she’s been texting him at all hours of the night with questions after question, articles after articles about werewolves, and ‘facts’ about them. Kol didn’t mind her researching about lycanthropy, he’s actually glad that she is because she wants to learn about who he was now, but it definitely has its cons...meaning mostly everything she’s been reading and taking notes about is ninety-seven percent false information. He’s just thankful she’s not been egging him on about shifting again, letting his rage take over. She sort of understands that he needs to take drugs to keep himself in check...but not fully. She really believes in him and that he could actually handle his rage to the point that he wouldn’t need the wolfbane. Kol tells her time after time she mentions that, that he doesn't have free will, that all the lycan bl
Twisted Love Twenty Five.
Lara The old record player, which is placed carefully on a stack of even older books, plays soft melodies in the background. Stevie Nicks croons about the ocean tides, and I can't help but move my body along with the beat. My uncle Bodaway bought it for me on one of his business trips. It's old, barely able to keep together, but it’s a treasure. Today is June 20th, it’s the first day of summer, and the darkness is still looming outside the semi-drawn window, slivers of light peeking through. The sky was pitch black, except for a couple of stars splattered against the heavens. The shadows dance among the room, playing hide and seek with the glow of the bedside lamp. Kol was outside on a phone call, every now and again I could hear him yell. Whoever he was talking to must be his family...when people agitate him, he just would threaten them before hanging up. He’d never put up with it. I push the drawer close with my hip and pull the shirt over my shoulders, securing the buttons
Twisted Love Twenty Six.
Lara When I dream, I can feel the moment...when I dream, I'm already there. And a long arm folds around me, encasing me in his warm embrace. I miss him “Come on, Mikaelson, we have a summer to get to.” He exhales, pushing the cigarette to the corner of his mouth as we make our way to the side of my house to fetch our bikes. I remember when the wind zoomed past me, a very subtle chill blowing around us as we rode to the beach. The bike groaned against the pavement as we made our trek. Small towns, you gotta love them. My knuckles tighten against the handlebars the closer I get to the beach. The only light that guided us was street lamps and the reflector taupe on Elijah's back wheel. I remove my hand and spread my arms open, feeling the wind blow through my open fingers, this is what freedom must feel like. I thought when my hair whips around my face. Turning a corner, small dots appeared and grew in size, turning into flashlights from the rest of the group. Tired voices and g
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